Date: Tue, 01 May 2007 11:56:43 -0600
From: enchanted princess <sprinkledwithlove@hotmail.com>
Subject: deepest fantasies

I step out of the shower. I see my reflection in the mirror. My skin is
rosy pink from the heat of the water. I watch mesmerized as drops of
liquid take shape and slide down my skin in a sensual caress. I imagine
each drop a sensual kiss. Along the curve of my neck. Dipping lower
caressing the fullness of my breast. My nipples are warm peaks jutting in
supplication. I long to touch them. To take each sensual nub and roll it,
squeeze it between finger and thumb.
I trail my gaze lower drinking the sight of drops clinging to the
underside of my breasts. Lower across the plains of my stomach. Tension
tightens the muscles in my stomach, lower in the muscles centered in my
core.
Purposely I pass my mound with only a glance focusing instead on the
sparkling drops embracing the contour of my legs down my thighs along my
calves. A pool forms around my feet.
Slowly, savoring the overwhelming need I lift my gaze to the source of my
pleasure, my agony. Without touching myself I know I'm wet. No more than
wet I'm soaked. I know slick creamy moisture fills my core. I know it's
flowed from my depths leaked past the opening and now coats my inner and
outer lips in  glistening invitation.
Longing engulfs me. I celebrated my twenty third birthday a week ago.
I'm alone. I could be married. I could have children and the perfect
dream. I've tried to embrace that but found it lacking. I believed I'd
found the perfect man to join my life with. I knew I was wrong almost
from the beginning.
I embraced his authority over me loved his dominance during sex. Only
something was missing. I couldn't give him all he asked for. I tried to
enjoy the taste of cum tried to find pleasure in him filling my mouth. I
couldn't.
I knew the nights he went to meetings that it was not for business but to
fulfill the pleasures that I was unable to give. Alone and destitute I
lay in our bed,  surfing through the channels something caught my eye. I
watched, confusion turned to a mixture of disgust and indignation, almost
instantly to be replaced by curiosity and interest. Before my eyes a
young woman knelt on her hands and knees. Another woman stood behind her.
Cries of pain, cries of pleasure filled my room. I watched each punishing
stroke turn the woman's behind fiery red. Her breasts hung below her,
tight and firm but still they showed the impact of each blow. Only at the
end did I think of counting. Only at the end when the second woman moved
to a chair. Sitting on the edge she instructed the woman she'd just
spanked to crewel to her, to thank her for her punishment and then to beg
to show her gratitude.
Eagerly the woman crawled, thanked then begged. I gasped as the woman
sitting parted her thighs, spreading legs wide, permission granted. Milky
juices glistened filling her opening. The woman on her knees lowered her
mouth, stopped just before her lips made contact. Her pink tongue emerged
then scooped through the pooled cream. A smile of contentment, a
savoring  of delight. Then her mouth closed over her pussy and drank.
My hand  slid over my panties rubbing my mound. I was lost in the wonder
of seeing a woman's pussy of seeing it licked and sucked. Seeing the
beauty of another woman's mouth doing the licking the sucking rocked my
foundation.
I was so engrossed in the sight before me I hadn't realized I'd slipped
my hand inside my panties. Hadn't realized I was dripping wet, that my
clit was  swollen, aching , throbbing in need. I cried out, screamed my
orgasm. I kept my gaze focused savoring, embracing. My mouth watered as
cum filled the woman's mouth, my pussy clenched and exploded as the
second woman gushed cum into mouth.
I turned off the TV and lay panting for breath. My pussy throbbed,  the
aftermath pulsing through me. I was asleep before my husband came home
from his meeting.
That night, the pivotal moment led me to this very moment in time. Two
years later, divorced, alone, but free of the lies. I never admitted to
anyone why I wanted a divorce. How could I tell people that I'd watched
two women on TV doing the things I'd watched them do. How could I
explain how aroused it'd made me how fully I'd cum. Worse yet, how
could I reveal that I craved to be one of them, that I desperately wanted
to be on my knees my behind blazing red my mouth filled with the taste of
a woman.
I've never found the courage to approach someone, never been approached.
I ease the intensity of my need by reading. I've found a remote book
store. Every fantasy can be found there. I've discovered a need for
submission, a desperation to be dominated by another female or females.
I'm unable to resist the desire that engulfs me. Unable to refuse the
ache between my legs. I read and imagine.
My eyes meet those in the mirror. Reminiscing has heightened my
sensuality. I ache to slide my fingers over my mound, to slip them
between my lips, to soak the with cream then stroke my clit. I deny my
craving. I'm headed for the bookstore. Just knowing I'm going there has
my pussy swollen and achy. Once there I prolong my torture by slowly
reading the description typed on the back of each book. Magazines with
women displayed on the covers. Sensual lips, silky hair, dark peaked
breasts teasing curls. I desperately yearn to close my mouth over a
nipple and suckle. I tremor with need.
The familiar scent of sex mingled with the smell of the books embraces me
as I step inside. I lay the books I've brought in trade on the counter.
I know I lucked out in finding a store that gave me credit for the books
I brought in and applied it towards the books I purchased. I hardly
notice the woman behind the counter.
I head for the section reserved for the topics of my choice. Occasionally
I'll pick up a book about a woman and man dominating another woman but
almost exclusively I read only of women. I can't help smiling how once I
would have shrieked at the thought of the things I've read. Now I
eagerly embrace them and desperately desire to engage in them.
Time has no meaning. I'm vaguely aware of the other people who wander in
and out of the store. I've come late in the evening on a weeknight,
anticipating the lack of customers. My intent? Not to be distracted.
The clerk approaches me. I'm startled by her presence. "It's only a
few minutes before we close," she informs me. I blush. I hadn't
realized how late it's become. In my hands I hold open a book filled
with pictures and text. Displayed are women some in bondage, others in
various positions of punishment and submission.
Both our eyes fall to the book open in my hands. A frozen moment in time.
I break the spell by closing the book and returning it to the shelf. I
turn towards the counter stopping only to scoop the books I've chosen
off a shelf. I turn in time to see the clerk turning the key in lock on
the door. Turning to me she says, "this way no one else can come in. We
can go out the back door."
"I've seen you come here before." I nodded in acknowledgement. "You
are either a fast reader  or you love to read. I'm betting on both,"
she stated. "Both," I answered, surprised that I'd done so. "From the
titles of the books you have here and the one you were looking at I
can't help wondering. You don't seem the domineering type." I thought
she must be fishing for answers but I didn't know to respond.
She finished processing my purchase and invited me to follow her through
to the back of the store. In the back storeroom plies of books were
stacked on shelves lining the walls from ceiling to floor. "By the way,
my name is Debby." She offered her hand in introduction. "Rachael," I
answered and returned the greeting.
Debby led me to table and chairs, offering me a seat while she finished
up a few tasks. Several magazines were laying on the table. I casually
glanced at them while Debby went through some book and moved things
abound. "Here," she said laying another magazine on the table. "You
might find this a bit more interesting."
I was soaking wet before but when I began turning the pages I was ready
to cum. Glossy pictures of submission and punishment lay before my eyes.
I'd read about and imagined some of them. Having read about them in a
book but here they were in erotic color. I fidgeted the pressure against
my clit inciting torture bringing relief. Debby spoke at my side.
"pretty erotic isn't it?" I nodded my head.
"Mmmm," Debby said. "I like that one as well. Would you want to be on
top or on the bottom?" I knew on the bottom was exactly where I yearned
to be but could I admit it to this stranger? "I personally like being on
top," Debby added. My eyes are glued to the scene before me. Held
vulnerable, ropes binding her wrists and ankles, stretched in a
horizontal position several feet off the floor. Several woman are
standing to the side as if waiting for their turn with the slave. One
woman. Straddling the bound woman. Her thighs spread wide. Her fingers
gripping her lips, spreading her pussy exposing it. The captives eyes are
focused on the glistening stream of liquid. The photo holds it captive
frozen just seconds before it spills into her mouth. I lick my lips
fascinated yet frightened. I'd read about, been fascinated with, I've
even wanted to be in the very position as the girl held captive. "On the
bottom." I couldn't believe I'd spoken aloud.
"Come with me." Debby took my hand and led me through another doorway.
I stepped into a room that was larger than the store room but less
cluttered. I couldn't hide the fact that I was shaking. This room looked
to be more of a lounge. A couch, chairs a coffee table furnished the
room. Debby led me to the couch. She sat  then pulled me down. I knelt
between her knees. She cupped the sides of my face then kissed me. Gentle
at first. Her lips and tongue brushing against my lips. I parted my lips
opened my mouth welcomed her in. Her tongue plunged inside bringing her
warmth and taste to me. I spread for her, opened for her. Welcomed her. I
blossomed as she thrust into me. Deep erotic strokes across my tongue,
along the roof of my mouth, swirling and stroking. Everywhere she touched
become a source of need.
I press into her. My breasts rising and swelling in supplication. She
pulled her mouth from mine. She cups my chin forcing me to look her in
the eyes. "Take off your clothes for me, do it now." Though genital a
command just the same. I know no thoughts of refusal. Though my fingers
fumble my hands tremble my body shakes as I slide each button free. My
shirt parts I slide it from my shoulders it falls to the floor. The
unclasping of my bra my breasts released. Sensitive nipples firm before
now harden into tight hard peaks. I pause frozen as Debby trails one
finger up the underside swerving at the last minute around my nipple then
stroking around the curve at the top of my breast. "Your nipples are so
hard, so beautiful. They look as if they're begging to be sucked."
Debby praised. The ache in each pink tip eagerly agreed. The tip of her
finger grazed my left nipple, circled stroked it. She scraped her
fingernail across it. My breasts engorged, rose higher, nipples tightened
enlarged. A whispered cry, a beg of need "please"  I gasped. Debby's
hand stilled. I waited tense afraid she'd changed her mind.
Both hands cupped my breasts, lifted them, squeezed.  I feel as if I'm
on fire. Rivers of need course through me centering and focusing in my
most intimate places. Debby's thumbs stroked my nipples. A supplicating
moan fills the room, my moan torn from deep inside me.
"Stand up and remove your jeans, only your jeans." Debby instructed. I
stood as instructed. My fingers trembling almost to the point where I
am  unable to slide the button free. The sound of the zipper an
enticement, a promise. The jeans slip easily over my hips, down my
thighs. I step free and push them to the side. I stand, frightened,
unsure, scared too. But the consuming ache inside me holds me in place.
"Rachael, spread your legs and show me your panties," Debby requested.
I did as instructed. A cold tingling brushed across my pussy. "Your
panties are soaking wet," Debby commented. "Dark blue panties are so
sexy and the even darker spot where you've soaked them makes them even
sexier. Reach down and feel them."
I obeyed her request and glazed across the soaked crotch of my panties.
The contact felt good the sensation erotic. Unable to stop I rubbed my
fingers up and down my panty encased pussy. Debby reached for the
waistband and slid them off my hips. I dutifully stepped from them.
I ache, I burn. I'm desperate. The swollen ache of my clit, my inner
walls clenching. My breast tender and achy and my nipples throbbing hard.
My body is crying desperately my mind consumed with need. I need the
things I've read about, have to feel and do the things I saw in the book
I read earlier in the store. I ache for the actions portrayed in the
picture Debby showed me. "Kneel." Debby instructed. I knelt  gasping
for breath, at her feet. She slid her shirt over her head and dropped it
to the floor. Her bra as well. Her hands lowered to the waistband of her
jeans. My eyes drank in the beauty of her breasts. Her nipples are large.
I imagine a ripe raspberry and find it lacking as a description. Dark
circles surround each nipple. Seeing them engulfs me in craving. I'm
desperate to cover them with my mouth. To lick each nipple, tease it with
my tongue coax it until it's as swollen and hard as it can get. Then I
can't resist the need to suck it deep into my mouth. I swallow suck my
tongue against the roof of my mouth. I'm so hungry for her.
Debby bends and lowers her jeans to her ankles then steps free. In the
center laying like a pool s of silver. Silken panties the color moon
light. Debby returns to the couch only now I'm kneeling before her and
neither of us have clothing to hide behind. Debby leans forward and
engages me in a kiss. Erotic glimpses of her body fill my mind while her
tongue enslaves my soul. She releases me from the kiss and guides my
mouth to her breast.
Her nipples more exotic than I imagined. It presses against my tongue,
swells at the brush of my lips. I kiss the saucer circling it, suck small
little mouthfuls into my mouth. Her scent engulfs me her taste drives me
insane. Debby cups the back of my head pressing her nipple to my mouth. I
open for her. She presses into me guiding her nipple inside. Tentatively
I suck her. I explore the sensation of having her fill my mouth, of her
hard and warm across my tongue.
I rock my hips, my clit throbs I match the tempo with my mouth. I suck
her hard, hold her hostage. As if milking her beautiful breast I draw
again and again on her nipple.
Debby pulls my mouth from her breast and lowers her lips to mine. Her
tongue plunges between my parted lips. Forcefully, sensually she plunges
her tongue into the recess then withdraws. Her hands hold me hostage
while her tongue introduces me to the joy of submission. I open for her,
like a flower opens to the sun, wide and inviting. Her fingers bunch
painfully in my hair. My clit pulses. I open my mouth wider, beg her to
invade me deeper.
Debbie wrenches my hair, pulls my mouth away from hers. She holds me
prisoner.
I watch captivated as she leans back into the couch. My mouth inches from
her mound. She scoots her behind forward resting in of the edge of the
couch. Still Debby holds me captive. The musky scent of her pussy fills
my nose. My mouth waters for a taste. "Do you like what you see," she
asks me. Hoarsely I gasp my confession. "It's so beautiful. Please,
lets me touch you, lets me taste you." Debbie smiles in response. Slowly
she lowers my mouth to her mound. Her pussy is shaved smooth except for a
patch of golden curls framing the top just above where her clit lay
throbbing. I'm nervous. Only through books have I imagined the pleasure
of this. Only in my fantasies have I imagined the taste of a pussy
filling my mouth. Debby lowers me inch by inch. My lips brush her lips. I
dart my tongue out and stroke her. Her lips are swollen a sign I
understand one I recognize from the many times I demanded orgasm from my
aching pussy. Debby lowers my mouth, I draw her lip into my mouth and
hold it while I lick and suck her.
I'm dizzy, high on the splendor of her smell of her taste of being naked
on my knees worshiping her sexually. The feel of her fingers buried
through my hair, the pain she gives me. The reality of submission flows
through me in a wave of  acknowledgment, a engulfing embrace.
Debby presses my mouth to her pussy forcing my lips to the creamy juices
spilling from her pussy. Her hands remain entwined in my hair. She guides
my mouth, my questing tongue. I plunge it into the pool of cream. She
delicious. Thick cream coats my tongue her sensual flavor invades my
mouth. I groan with pleasure. I swallow her nectar. My hands rise, find
her lips then spread her pussy open. I fully submit to the pleasure she
gives me, to the luxury of drinking her juices.
She tilts her hips further, pulls my mouth lower. At first I resist, but
her grip in my hair demands I surrender. Debby presses my mouth to her
bottom. I can do nothing but obey her demand. "Lick me little slave.
Show me how you beg to please me. Taste my body," Debby instructed.
Submission engulfed me, I embraced it, savored it. The tip of my tongue
grazes across her opening. Crinkled and tight, warm and musky she greeted
me. The mentality of slave hood engulfed me. I laved her with my tongue,
caressing and licking. I ach to serve her to bring her pleasure. I
pressed my tongue past the outer ring touched her inside. I danced the
tip of my tongue inside her teasing her. In and out I slid my tongue each
time pressing harder searching deeper. Her behind soaking wet from my
mouth. I joined my fingers in exploration. My finger tips teased over her
moist entrance, taunting with intent denying with excitement. I trembled
with anticipation. I pressed one finger to the entrance, press the tip
inside. Debby gasped, shivered. I licked her, circled my finger. Gently I
slid it passed the opening through the ring of muscles. She surrounded
me, squeezed me, milked me. I held my finger still while I stroked her
with my tongue.
Debby rocked her hips displaying pleasure. Demanding service. Feeling
bold with power I began sliding my finger in and out of her in the age
old ritual of sex. I continue to lick her to stroke her with my tongue.
Her sensuous cries encourage me. She's wet, lubricated, I plunge in deep
then withdraw easily. Another finger, inserted with the first. I spread
her wider, encourage pleasure.
Debby wrenches my mouth away from her behind, Jerks my face to her pussy,
up to her clit. My fingers stay buried inside her tight behind. I cover
her clit with my mouth embrace her with warmth. She's hard and
throbbing, I can feel it against my tongue pulsing. My tongue is soft,
flat, I massage her clit. It's hard to keep the rhythm with my fingers
is her behind I'm so distracted so engulfed by her clit. I slide another
finger into her. I can barely move them she's so tight around me. I
focus on her clit. Gently I coax it, massage it with my tongue. Debby's
hips are pumping, grinding her pussy against my face. I bask in the role
of slave, embrace it, throb with it.
Debby pumps harder, faster fucking my face with her pussy. She smashes my
face hard to her pussy. Her cries of pleasure rip through the air, wrench
through my body explode in my pussy. I gush, hot pulses of cum flow from
deep inside me it coats my tingling lips.
Debby pulls my mouth lower to the opening. My fingers still in her
behind, I hold them there, deep inside. Sporadically, gently flexing then
teasing her sensitive flesh. My mouth fills with her cum. Her walls
embrace me as I lick in search for more. Such sweet sensual cream.
Debby pulls my mouth from her pussy, pushes me backwards. I fall on my
behind. "You know how service a pussy really well for someone who says
they've never tasted one before. Are you lying to me?" She demands.
"Honest!", I cry. I've never done this before. I've only read such
thing in books!" The look on Debby's face told me she didn't believe
me. "Please Debby! I honestly have never done anything like this. I've
only read about and dreamed of this."
Debby knelt in front of me and pulled my mouth to hers. The taste of her
pussy shared between us in a kiss. Drawing away Debby stood then
instructed me to do the same. Shakily I rose then stood before her. She
led me to the table and instructed me to bend over it. I only hesitated
for a second before complying. The cold surface makes me shiver. My
breasts hardened nipples constricting. Debby instructed me to grasp the
other side of the table and not to let go.
I cried out, jumped, released the table. Debby held a paddle in one hand
the other she pressed me to the table with. "Lay back down slave!
Stretch across the table and spread your legs. Every time you let go
I'll increase you spanking by five more!" I complied to Debby's
command. My behind already burned I had no desire to endure more.
The first three strokes landed on my bottom the last two between my
parted thighs emblazing my mound. Ten strokes left me aching and
throbbing. I jumped at the cool caress of Debby's lips on my burning
behind. Her tongue stroked me caressed me. Plunged between my cheeks,
soothed me.
Debbie sent me home, my bottom stinging, my pussy tingling. Before I left
she gave me the book I'd been reading. The one filled with pictures and
stories of submission, stories of intense slavery. She gave me the
address where she lived and phone number. Her instructions; go home and
read the book, look at the pictures. Focus on the ache in my pussy, let
it consume me let it beg. But no touching. No rubbing my clit. No
plunging my fingers into my wet pool. In two days (Thursday) I was to
come to her home. She didn't elaborate on what would happen there but I
imagined a repeat of tonight's pleasure.
Over the next two days my pussy remained engorged and aching. I pumped my
hips against air, desperate. I read the book as instructed. Each story of
submission. Every account of dominance sent me into a painful haze. I
knew I wanted the submissive role. Adored the thought of slavery. I ached
to experience the depths of being controlled by another woman. On my way
home my stinging behind pulsed in pain and with it my pussy throbbed with
hunger. I couldn't wait for two days to pass, couldn't wait for the
taste of Debby's pussy couldn't wait for her to paddle my bottom.
The chime of Debby's doorbell sings out. I fight the instinct to turn
and drive away in my car. The pounding of my clit holds me in place.
Debby opens the door. Tight jeans hug her hips, her nipples pebbles
against her shirt. Her smile washes through me, all hesitation
evaporates. Debby leads me inside. In the front room are several other
women some sitting on the couches some sitting on the floor.
"Ladies this is Rachael," Debby announces. All hope of a repeat the
night in the store are dashed. "Rachael is embracing her desires of
submission. She's begging to be used as a slut embracing the needs as a
slave." My cheeks flamed red. I was so embarrassed. I can barely
understand the betrayal.
Debby produced a copy of the book she'd sent home with me. She opened it
to the very page I'd been reading the night at the store. She passed it
around the room exposing my secret desires. One of the women smiled when
she looked at the pages. "I think we can teach your little slave." She
said. My pussy twitched as my heat raced.
Debby turned to me. "Strip." I wanted to refuse. My mind screamed for
escape. My fingers found the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head.
I dropped it beside me. I hadn't wore a bra in anticipation of Debbie's
approval. All the women voiced their approval, praising Debby for having
already taught me how to be a slut to please her. I slid my jeans off my
hips. My pink silk panties gliding with them as I stepped out of the
jeans.
"First my little pussy you get to lick all the other slaves pussy, then
your training will begin." At their owners command the four women
sitting on the floor rose and shed their clothes. Each slave was directed
to sit on the couch in front of their mistress. I crawled to the first.
She had beautiful red hair and a exotic face, Her breasts were full and
round. Her mistress cupped each breast her fingers twisting and pulling
her nipples. I knelt before her, smiled in greeting. She smiled in
return. Her eyes glazed with pleasure when her mistress pinched down
hoard on her nipples.
I lowered my mouth to her mound, inhaled her scent. Her pussy smelled of
heated flowers, erotic sex. My mouth watered I was suddenly parched and
hungered for the elixir of her pussy. I closed my lips over her clit then
swiped my tongue back and forth over it's swollen surface. She was
eager, ready to fill my mouth with cum. Her mistress held her arms when
she attempted to press my mouth firmer to her pussy. Lowering my mouth I
dove my tongue into the pool of cream filling her pussy. I swallowed
savoring her milky juices. I sucked her, licked her, drank from her. She
chanted, begging me over and over again to suck her pussy. "Lick me
please. Shove your tongue deep inside me. Oh yes! Fuck me with your
tongue!" Her cries fueled me, made me hungry to please her. I eagerly
sucked her pussy. She screamed in need, erotic demand. "Suck my clit!
Now! Please lick my clit, make me cum!" Her clit pulsed in my mouth.
Gently attempting to tease her, wanting to draw out her pleasure, her
desperation, I laved my tongue over her clit. Her screams told me she was
exploding. I sucked her now licked her with intent. Her pussy convulsed,
shattered, I stroked each burst of orgasm from her. Finally when her clit
was too sensitive I lowered my mouth and drank her cum.
I worshiped the other three woman's pussies. Milking their clits
stroking their walls and drinking the cream. I was fulfilled, sated,
invigorated when each of them came. The smell and taste of their pussy's
centered to the core of me branded me as a slave.
Once all four slaves had filled my mouth with cum I was led to another
room. This one bigger than the first but furnished different. Debby led
me to a stool. I was told to kneel across it. I couldn't help notice
that the height was perfect, that my knees just touched the floor while
my stomach supported me. One of the women tied my wrists, then pulled
them in front of me and secured them to rings secured in the wall. My
breast felt heavy, exposed their fullness hanging unsupported below me.
My legs were spread, exposing me, leaving me vulnerable. Then secured as
well.
A repeat of the spanking I'd had two nights before. My behind blazing in
pain. I closed my eyes, embracing, hiding. Each stroke a reminder of my
submissive desire. The pain confirmation of my need. My pussy was spanked
next. No mercy given for my swollen clit. I felt the tingle of moisture
mixing with cool air. Wondered if the woman spanking me knew how wet my
pussy was.
Abruptly the spanking stopped. I waited gasping for breath. The pain was
immense, it burned, stimulating, sexual. Warm moister spreads over,
around then across the opening of my behind. I tense in fear,
anticipation of what's coming next. I tighten, squeeze my muscles
together, a hard object is pressed against my opening. Debby kneels in
front of me, pulls my head up by my hair. "As a slut your pussy belongs
to who ever wants to use it. You submit to them and embrace giving them
pleasure."  She held my hair gripped in her hand. Behind me the object
plunged inside me. I screamed in pain. Tears soaked my cheeks. I begged
Debby to stop, not to do this. Involuntarily my muscles relaxed. The
dildo began sliding in and out of my behind. Slowly at first as if
savoring every stroke. Deeper and harder until gasping moans of pleasure
rang through the air. Each woman including Debby initiated my behind. At
first it was only pain but by the second woman it was pleasure. Like a
slut I tilted my hips, raised my bottom asking for more.
The last orgasm, the last panting cry. The dildo slides from my tormented
opening a relief, a feeling of desertion. I'd welcomed the invasion and
craved more.
One of the mistresses cupped my pussy with her hand. I bucked into the
pressure my aching clit embracing her touch. She turned to Debby. "your
little slut is wet. She's begging her with her cream for us to use her
some more." I could hear the smile in Debby's voice as she acknowledge
in approval. "But her pussy won't fill with cum until  she's drank
from each of us." I shivered with anticipation. Memories of the other
slave's pussies cuming in my mouth. I couldn't help the hunger, the
thirst for their juices.
My legs were released then my arms. I was stretched out on the floor on
my back, my hands and ankles secured again. A different mistress kneels
above me. Instinctively I know what to do. Her pussy lowers to my mouth.
Hot  thick cream spills into my mouth. Her cum tastes sweet, rich, I love
it. She rubs her pussy across my mouth grinds it against my lips. I
embrace her, lick her savor her. My pussy throbs. The pleasure of
submission the thrill of being used. My hips pump in time to her pussy
over my mouth. She brings me her clit to suck. I pour all the need all
the craving of a slave into her clit. I worship her clit with my tongue.
She cums, spasms wrack her. She pumps her clit into my mouth. Her pussy
tilts my reward comes. Hot, thick, molten cum fills my mouth repeatedly I
swallow.
Her pussy lifts from my mouth and another takes it's place. This
mistress faces backwards. Her pussy glides over my mouth. Her cream coats
my lips and tongue. I'm startled when she tilts her hips and brings her
bottom to my mouth. My tongue coats her with our juices preparing the
way. I press my tongue inside her. She's so tight, I can barely stroke
her. I continue shoving my tongue into her, plunging and stroking. I want
her in my mouth. I want to submit to her pleasure and please her any way
she asks. She tilts her pussy. Slams her clit inside my mouth. I'm
excited. I know she's ready to cum. I embrace the anticipation,
the  welcome flow of cum into my mouth. She coums hard, gasps her
pleasure, grinds her clit on my mouth. She fills with cum tips her pussy
gushes into my mouth. I'm surprised at how much cum spills into my mouth
but it's pure pleasure to drink her gift. Debby's pussy, then the forth
woman. My mouth is tired it aches from use, but I'm thrilled by the
taste of their cum filling my mouth. The scent of pussy filling my nose,
engulfing me, I'm in heaven.
One of the mistresses kneels by my side. Debby straddles my face, lowers
her pussy to my mouth. "Show your mistress your gratitude for allowing
you to drink form so many pussies this night. Drink her." I wasn't sure
what she meant. I imagined licking her pussy again and swallowing her
cum. Debby ground her pussy against my lips. I opened my mouth and
stroked her with my tongue. A warm stream of juices sprayed into my
mouth. I moved to turn away but the mistress holds me in place. My mouth
centered under Debby's pussy, my lips parted slowly another stream flows
into my mouth. I drank her offering. I did this for my mistress, my
pleasure? It was the most erotic depth of submission I could give.
I ended up serving as slave through the whole weekend. My body a vessel
of pleasure for any and all of the women to use. I eagerly knelt for the
mistresses. Punishment, pain, or pleasure I begged for. By the end of the
weekend I glowed with fulfillment. I embraced a new meaning, a new aspect
on life. Debby is fully my mistress. She enjoys sharing me with others
and expects nothing less than full submission from me.
I hope you liked this story. I had fun writing and including some of the
most intimate desires I posses.
Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in
private and wash your hands afterwards....Robert Heinlein