Feast

We’re having company over tonight, dear.

Sir tell me this as he attaches a spreader bear to my ankles. He's already cuffed my wrists to the bed. The blindfold was the last, unexpected, touch. He takes a fingertip and runs it lightly all over my body, raising my flesh in goosebumps. I scream when he pinches my nipples hard. I can feel my pussy growing wetter and I squirm against my restraints.

Wet already, are you?

Before I can get even one syllable out, Sir gives a quick slap to each of my thighs before slapping my pussy once. I let out what starts as a yelp quickly but turns into a moan as his tongue slides all the way up my pussy in one long lick.

Mmmm. You’re very wet. Good girl.

Sir knows that being blindfolded drives me wild. I love not knowing what’s coming next, that thrill of fear that comes with the unknown; Sir informing me of impending company increases that fear. I have serviced others at his request, but never while blindfolded or tied up and spread like this. It occurs to me he didn’t say how many would be coming over.

His mouth on my left nipple breaks my train of thought, and I give over to the sensation, moaning his name. Abruptly, Sir removes his mouth from my nipple and slaps it.

You will only call me Sir tonight. Understand?

I half whimper, half moan my affirmative.

God, such a good girl.

In the next instant, his cock is pressing against my lips.

Be an even better girl and suck my cock.

I open my lips without hesitation and he slides the head of his cock into my mouth. I create suction with my lips and suck on it like it’s a hard piece of candy. He places a hand on the back of my head and slowly fucks my mouth.

Good slut. You want to make me come, don’t you?

I moan around his cock. I can feel my wetness seeping out of my pussy. Abruptly, he pulls his cock out of my mouth.

Not yet. You have things to tend to tonight…needs…before I let you make me come.

In my lust for his cock I’d forgotten about the expected company. I moan and shudder as the image of my pussy exposed to who knows how many eyes fills my imagination. These eyes appraise me like a piece of meat. There’s no warmth in these eyes, just pure unadulterated lust. My fear gives way to desire as my pussy begins to ache for attention.

Sir leaves me alone on the bed.

I feel more than hear the bedroom door open. I do not know how many enter, but from the murmuring I think there are at least four people in the room, including Sir. I give an involuntary jerk when the first pair of hands touches my skin. The hands are rough as they caress my entire body. One hand reaches my pussy and a finger rubs my clit while the other hand cups each of my breasts in turn. I inhale sharply when the one finger that had been rubbing my clit disappears, and then two others plunge inside my now dripping pussy. I think they’re from the same hand, but I can’t be sure. The blindfold makes for perfect blackness.

The hand tending to my breast becomes harsher, pinching and stretching my nipples. My body responds to this assault. I begin moaning loudly, my pussy growing wetter, and I can feel an orgasm build. The owner of the exploring hands must sense this because the fingers cease their invasion. When I moan at the loss of pleasure, a cock pushes its way into my open mouth. The cock is curved upwards and rubs against the roof of my mouth. Thinking of nothing but being an obedient slut for my Sir, I suck this foreign cock, taking it as far as I can when the stranger thrusts and teasing the head with my tongue. I hear a soft moan above me—oh, fuck, yeah—and at that exact moment a different cock takes the place of the long-gone fingers and I am now being fucked at both ends by two unknown men.

The strangers fuck me like that, their rhythms at odds with each other. My head swims as I’m torn between trying to imagine what the men look like and enjoying the pleasure they are giving me. Finally, I let the pleasure give over and soon an orgasm sweeps over my body. I moan around the hard cock in my mouth and it erupts just seconds before the one in my pussy. The men grunt and groan as they fill my holes. I swallow what I can but some of it dribbles down my chin. After both cocks retreat from my holes, some other cock rubs the spilled come around my face. I can smell my pussy on it as it invades my mouth. I lick and suck it clean, savoring the taste of my pussy, his cock, and the come of the other man.

After I’ve licked the cock clean, I’m alone again, at least in the physical sense. I hear more murmuring and feel my cuffs being undone. One pair is removed and the other now encircles both my wrists. The spreader bar is removed. I am flipped over onto my stomach, my body propped so that my ass is in the air, my head on my handcuffed hands. Even though I know it’s coming, I still gasp when the cold lube touches my asshole. I moan and push myself back. There’s a sharp warm sting on my ass as I’m reprimanded for my behavior. It must be Sir. He’s never allowed anyone else to spank me. Could he have changed his mind for this evening? Someone is kneeling at my side and I feel the hot breath before the lips make contact with mine. I am kissed deeply and soulfully by such wonderfully soft lips. There is a lone finger tracing my slick asshole.

Sir, is that you?

Yes, slut, it’s me. You’ve been a very good girl so far. I’m pleased by your orgasm and the orgasms you’ve given my guests.

The finger slowly enters my asshole. I moan and you catch it in your mouth. I can feel the finger working its way in and out of my asshole.

Now you’re going to be a dirty fucking slut and let this cock fuck you in the ass.

A second finger is added, stretching me. I moan loudly.

Yes, Sir.

Good girl.

The head of a cock is pushing its way inside my asshole. I groan and push back against it, wanting more. Sir slaps me on the ass.

Bad girl. Be patient. You will get your ass fucking, but not if you can’t be a good girl and wait for it.

I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll be good.

I have to concentrate to avoid moving my body again and enduring another of Sir’s hard spanks. The cock slides even further in, opening my tight little hole for its pleasure. I hear a moan behind me and I’m not sure who it came from. The stranger penetrates my ass slowly, but soon starts to fuck my ass in earnest, balls slapping my pussy. Again, I push my ass back, but this time I am not reprimanded. For the first time I notice the sound of cocks being masturbated. I flash on those eyes again, watching my ass being fucked, stroking their hard cocks in anticipation of their turn. I moan loudly, and hear a low groan behind me as the stranger comes deep inside my ass. He pulls out and I’m left like that, my well-creamed ass vulnerable to everyone’s view. The knowledge makes me squirm.

Someone is on the bed to my right. They move on the bed and I realize they are scooting beneath me. Soon, a tongue is lapping at my clit. More lube is applied to my asshole and again I am taken from behind. There is more movement on the bed from both sides and the sounds of cocks being jerked fill my ears. From my right comes a voice ordering me to suck their cock. I recognize Sir’s voice and I happily and lustfully oblige. My senses, apart from sight, are overwhelmed. The feel of a guest’s tongue on my pussy and the cock in my ass; the taste of Sir in my mouth; the smell of sex in the air; and the sounds of flesh being used and devoured—all of it serves to throw me into a body-shaking orgasm. I’m temporarily unable to continue to suck Sir’s cock.

To my left I hear a loud groan and I feel hot come spurting onto my back. As it drips down my side, another groan comes from the same direction and more seed lands on my back. Now, my ass is being fucked even harder and before long, it is again filled with come. I can sense Sir is holding back his own orgasm. I know he wants to be the last to come inside me. I renew my efforts on his cock, needing to taste his come. His cock surges further into my mouth as his hips buck and within seconds he shoots his seed spurts deep inside my throat. This time I am able to swallow all.

Now there’s lots of movement around me. The bed shakes and undulates as bodies leave it and next there is the sound of many feet padding on the floor. I hear the door open and somehow I know I’m alone with Sir. He removes the handcuffs and blindfold. Blinking in the light, I take in my surroundings as Sir lovingly cleans my back with a towel. There’s no evidence that anyone else was in the room, except for the delicious feeling of my body having been used by several unknown men. Sir pulls me down onto the bed with him and nuzzles my neck.

You were a very good girl tonight, my pet… MY very good girl.

How many were there, Sir?

I won’t say, but I will tell you this: Not all of those present touched you.