Manhattan Kink: A Boxed Set

by Serafina Conti

  Mouche slipped off the table and lay on the floor. Her heart pounded—she knew Mistress’s body so well, and she had to admit she’d missed it. The dildo was warm and big in her mouth—it made her salivate.

  Mistress straddled Mouche’s head, facing her feet: Mouche could look up her dress at her big ass and hairy pussy: as usual, she wore no panties. Mistress reached under her dress, fingered herself, and said, “Darling girl, you make me so wet!” She hiked up her dress around her waist and slowly squatted, steadying herself with a hand on Mouche’s thigh, till she could reach the dildo, which she carefully inserted into her vagina. Mouche was aroused by the dildo moving in her mouth and by Mistress’s smell—pussy, piss, and sweat mingled together. She reached for her crotch and rubbed herself.

  Mistress backed up, pushing the dildo further into herself, and then slowly began to move back and forth, sighing “Sweet girl!” Mouche could sense Mistress’s excitement build, and she was getting excited too, watching her ample bottom jiggle, feeling her movements growing stronger, the dildo ramming into her with every stroke.

  “Oh, sweet baby!” Mistress cried, pushed herself with two hands on Mouche’s stomach till her back was upright and she was squatting on the balls of her feet—and then she reached under herself, parted her ass cheeks, and settled her weight on Mouche, whose face was in Mistress’s big crack, nose pressed into her anus. Oh, heaven! Mistress rode her, steadying herself with her hands on Mouche’s breasts and coming down hard, ramming the dildo into her mouth. The dress fell around Mouche’s head like a tent, trapping the delicious, ripe smells.

  Mistress’s fleshy buttocks, pink anus, and big wet cunt brought back happy memories of quiet days in the great Park Avenue apartment, when Daniel was at work and her beautiful Mistress would call her to the bathroom or the playroom. Mouche would stare with mouthwatering anticipation at her vagina and urethra, dilating moments before the flood, or her anus pushing outwards. What bounty Mistress’s body produced! Even in the bedroom, Mouche could graze her like a deer in a meadow and discover such wonders!

  Now Mistress rode her wildly, crying out with her orgasm, till she was done, raised herself, and helped Mouche take off the dildo.

  Mistress traced Mouche’s lips with a fingertip and said, “I’ve brought your cleanup kit, dear. I carry it everywhere, hoping to see you. Remember? Your toothbrush, floss, special toothpaste, and mouthwash? Will you come with me so we can play the way we used to?”

  Mouche’s heart was in her mouth, eyes tearing up. She could hardly talk for happiness. She let Mistress take her hand, pull her to her feet, and lead her to the bathroom.

  * * *

  Pipit saw Emily and the blond girl disappear into the warehouse and guessed they’d be occupied for a while. She was naked, like a lot of the people at this party. She’d had Asoko write “FUCK-TOY” above her breasts in red, “FUCK HERE” below her belly button with an arrow pointing towards her pussy, and “HERE TOO” in the small of her back, with another arrow pointing into her crack. Pipit had written the same things on Asoko while Daddy stood by frowning and grumbling.

  Just the week before, Pipit had spent a day with Mistress Ai, and she and Asoko had hit it off really well. Pipit envied Asoko, even though she was glad she wasn’t fat like her: she was just as slutty as Pipit, but never seemed to feel even a twinge of guilt about it. Both women were looking forward to fucking a lot at the ball, but Pipit knew she’d end the night weeping and begging Daddy to beat her, while Asoko, pink and happy, would be bedding down with one of Mistress Ai’s other slaves.

  Pipit was glad to see Andrew and Emily go off in different directions: that meant both that her scheme was working and that there was less danger to herself than if they stayed together. Andrew didn’t know the professional submissive he’d been fucking was Pipit, Emily’s former rival: the last thing she needed was for him and Emily to put it all together. It’d be almost as bad for Mistress Ai or Mistress Kathy to see her and Andrew fucking—she didn’t want them to start wondering whether she was moonlighting the way Neko had.

  Still, Pipit wanted to see Andrew—she had to keep their relationship going. She searched through the rooms till she found him in the dungeon, watching the flogging of a large bald man in a leather jock strap.

  She came up behind him and tugged at his fingers. “Master!” she whispered. He turned and smiled. “I need you, Master,” she whispered, and towed him out of the room, through the employees’ lounge, and into the empty security room, where the monitors were now blank and dark.

  “Pretend you don’t know me when you see me in the playrooms. I’m not supposed to see you outside of Mistress Shigemi’s, and I’m so scared they’ll get suspicious,” said Pipit, undoing Andrew’s pants and sinking to her knees. “But I need you to fuck me.” She sucked his cock.

  It didn’t take long to finish. When she’d sucked him, he laid her over one of the desks and fucked her—and that was that. The whole thing couldn’t have taken fifteen minutes from the time she put his cock in her mouth till he filled her pussy with cum.

  She kissed him and said, “Don’t tell on me.”

  “Don’t worry,” he said.

  She gave his cock a squeeze and said, “Can you come next Thursday afternoon, after your classes are done?”

  “Yeah,” he said.

  “Asoko’s looking for you,” she said. “Her pussy drips every time she hears your name.” She left and headed for the ladies’ room. She was leaking cum and needed a paper towel.

  When she’d cleaned herself up, she circulated in the playrooms, unsure what she was looking for. In the warehouse she saw Emily releasing the blond girl, now naked, from a whipping horse—the girl’s bottom was red, and she seemed dreamy and a little wobbly. Pipit stood back to watch, not wanting to be seen.

  Emily kissed the girl tenderly, rubbing her sore bottom, and then gently pushed her to her knees. She started to suck Emily’s dildo, eyes closed and face serene, as Emily looked down and petted her, running her fingers through her silky hair. Pipit was moved by the scene’s sweetness. Emily couldn’t be feeling anything—it was pure generosity, letting the girl suck the dildo that way.

  Soon the girl looked up, eyes questioning, and said something Pipit couldn’t hear. Emily leaned down and kissed her, then took her hand and led her over to a mat, where she took off her harness and lay on her back with her knees raised. Pipit edged closer as the girl knelt between Emily’s legs.

  The clit ring was beautiful, Pipit thought, small, silver, and elegant. The girl must have thought so too, because she flicked it with her tongue, making Emily sigh and stir.

  Now Pipit saw the girl murmur something into Emily’s pussy, and desire rushed up inside her. How she longed to be that girl, to lick the ring and taste that sweet pussy! She saw the white “Slave” tattoo—so brave of Emily to have it done!—and the girl sinking her lips into the deep pinkness between her glossy lips. Pipit needed to eat her out, be whipped by her, fucked, and told she was a wicked cunt. Emily would rail at her and punish her . . .

  Feeling a little dizzy, Pipit backed away into the crowd, just far enough that she could still see, and fingered her clit. She’d approach Emily later, if she could, and talk to her. If Andrew saw them together it could end everything, but she had to take the risk.

  * * *

  Asoko was talking to Mistress Ai’s slave Kuso in the velvet lounge. She was just as pretty as Andrew remembered, with her ponytail, her round, frank face, and her wide, healthy body.

  When she saw him, she gave a joyful squeak, rushed over to him, threw her arms around him, and kissed him enthusiastically and wetly.

  She sniffed and smiled at him. “It’s not even ten o’clock, and you’ve had sex already,” she said.

  “I’ve been lucky,” he said.

  “I love a cock with fresh pussy on it,” she said, undoing his pants.

  He ran a finger along her slit. It was slick to the touch; he let his finger slide into her vagina and enjoyed her l
iquid warmth. His cock was already getting hard again.

  “Have you had any sex yet?” he asked.

  “Not yet,” she said, and shivered. “I’m dripping—I want to suck you!”

  Andrew wanted to eat Asoko’s sopping pussy again, but since she’d asked first, he didn’t stop her getting on her knees and sucking him.

  Asoko’s mouth was a miracle, and Andrew resolved that he’d never write off women who were older or heavy. His fingers twitched with longing to squeeze her soft, round breasts, ass, and thighs.

  When he couldn’t stand to wait anymore, he pushed her onto her back. She giggled and raised her knees, showing him her plump pussy—but he was mesmerized by the creases that formed in her tummy when she raised her legs. He fell to his hands and knees, crawled on top of her, and thrust his tongue into her belly button, making her squirm and giggle louder.

  Andrew could tell that people were turning to stare, but found that he didn’t care how he looked with his pants around his ankles, ass in the air—he was losing himself in Asoko’s lovely flesh and her gleeful responses to his attention.

  He moved from her belly to her breasts and sucked and nibbled her big nipples and puffy areolae. He worked his way up to her soft shoulders, where he left tooth marks along her collarbone—then up the left side of her neck to her ear, biting the lobe and licking inside and behind. He did the same with the other ear, thrilled by her chuckles and wiggles.

  “You’re a plush toy and a fuck-toy,” he whispered in her ear, and then moved to her mouth and kissed her, licking into her wetly and exploring her teeth and tongue. He worked his way back down her body, pausing to lick an armpit, bite her waistline, nip at her fleshy hips, and finally kiss and lick the insides of her thighs, lingering there so long that she grabbed his head and tried to pull him to her, shrieking “Eat me, Master Andrew!”

  He resisted, though, wanting to tease and torment. And when he finally got to the top of her legs, he licked all around her pussy—mound, taint, fleshy labia—without going in. Frustrated, she reached for her clit, but he swatted her hand away and covered her up with his palm.

  “Better eat that cunt, dude,” said a gruff male voice near him, “or the bitch’ll explode.”

  “Yeah, eat her!” shouted a woman, and soon a little crowd of men and women was urging him on.

  Finally he couldn’t resist any more. He parted her lips with his fingers and plunged in, and she was so wet, it was like a warm pool inside, deep and luxurious. He slurped and sucked, and she held his ears and pushed into him.

  Around them the crowd cheered. “Looks like the boy hasn’t eaten in a week,” shouted the gruff man. “His mama needs to feed him better.”

  “He is skinny,” said the woman, “but Asoko’ll feed him up.”

  A man pressed a condom packet into Andrew’s hand and said, “Fuck her, boy. Just follow the arrow.”

  Andrew got to his knees, opened the packet, and pulled on the condom, wishing he could bareback with Asoko the way he did with Emily, Amanda, and Tosatsu. He lifted her to him and thrust into her, and she alternately laughed and screamed as he fucked her, feeling her wetness trickle over his balls.

  It didn’t take long for her to come, and then he let himself go and soon came inside her.

  A familiar voice said, “If it isn’t the fucking loser and the fat cunt, my favorite fuck-toys!”

  He looked around and saw Mistress Raquel holding a riding crop and wearing nothing but a sleeveless Harley shirt. She tapped his bottom with the crop and said, “Let’s see the condom, loser.”

  He rolled it off and handed it to her. She held it up and inspected it.

  “Pretty puny output,” she said. “You can do better than that. Open your fucking mouth, lover boy.”

  Though scared of what was coming, he obeyed, and he forced himself not to flinch when she squeezed the contents of the condom into his mouth.

  His desire had taken a plunge after his orgasm, and the last thing he wanted was a mouthful of his own cum. He didn’t like the flavor or the ooziness of it, either.

  “You like it, loser?” asked Raquel.

  He shook his head.

  “You fucking Doms think women just live for a taste of your cum, but you don’t know a fucking thing about it. Swallow it, loser.”

  It was just a little bit, really, but it was surprisingly hard to swallow. He hated it, but still a little ripple of arousal rolled through him.

  “There’s a good loser,” she said. “Now come with me, you two, and I’ll teach you how to be nice little butt-toys.”

  Something rose up inside Andrew and rebelled, but his cock was already getting heavy with desire, remembering the way Mistress Raquel had whipped him and smothered him with her vast cunt. Desire quelled the rebellion, and he followed her meekly, Asoko quivering with excitement beside him.

  * * *

  Mouche felt warm and dreamy. She wished Mistress hadn’t made her throw up, brush and floss, and use that strong mouthwash—she’d just wanted to stay with the experience for a while. But Mistress Karen’s strictness about hygiene was loving, a kind of aftercare: it made her feel owned and safe. Now she was walking with Mistress, who had one fleshy arm around her.

  “You may never trust me again, dear,” she said, “and if so, I can’t blame you. But I have to say that if you ever need a place, you’ve got one with Daniel and me. I acted foolishly—I realized right away that I’d done a terrible thing to a beautiful person, a person I really loved. I do love you, Mouche, and I’ve learned my lesson. Do you believe me?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” said Mouche, not knowing what else to say.

  “Do you think you’d ever consider coming to live with us again?” asked Mistress.

  Something clenched up inside Mouche. It wasn’t not trusting Mistress—distrust wasn’t in her nature. It was about Emily—not just that she loved her, but also that she had a responsibility to protect her.

  She turned and looked at Mistress. She loved her worn, rubicund face, and she loved the way Mistress understood her kink better than anyone else. But she said, “I have to stay with Emily, Mistress Karen. I can’t leave her.” Then she added, “Ever,” because that was in her heart.

  “Well, the invitation will always be open, dear,” said Mistress. “Always.”

  Mistress kept her arm around Mouche, and they walked on through the playrooms, the grand lady and her tiny submissive, looking at the scenes.

  When they entered the velvet lounge, Mouche stopped and said, “Oh!”

  “What is it, dear?” asked Mistress.

  It was a big, lavishly tattooed, black-haired woman, lying back on a table with her legs drawn up—and Master Andrew was licking her pussy.

  “Master Andrew,” said Mouche.

  “Famula’s young Master?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” said Mouche.

  “He’s handsome,” said Mistress.

  “Yes, he is, Mistress,” said Mouche.

  “That’s not our Famula,” said Mistress.

  “That’s Raquel, one of our Dommes,” said Mistress Ai, coming up behind them. Mouche looked around at her: she was devastating in a latex catsuit with lacy trim.

  Mistress Karen said, “Lovely to see you, Ai!” and hugged her.

  Mouche said, “Mistress Ai,” and bowed her head.

  Mistress Ai said, “Andrew met Raquel when he was playing slave at my place. She seems to have done a better job than I did of introducing him to his submissive side.”

  They turned again to look as Andrew moved aside, and a plump, blond woman took his place at Raquel’s pussy.

  “That’s Asoko,” said Mouche, “one of Mistress Ai’s slaves.”

  “She’s beautiful,” said Mistress Karen. “I don’t suppose—”

  “No, Karen,” said Mistress Ai, “she can top in the bathroom, but she can’t bottom there. Kuso might be interested. His contract with me expires at the end of February.”

  Raquel sat up and caught sight of them. “Wait her
e, you cunts,” she said, and came over to their little group.

  “Hey, Ai,” said Raquel. “I hope you don’t mind if I borrow your girl.”

  “Just don’t rough her up too much,” said Mistress Ai. “She’s a fuck-toy, not a masochist. The way you play, she’ll safeword in half a minute.”

  “Sometimes you’re a killjoy, you know that, Ai?” said Raquel. “She like clamps? vibrators?”

  “She loves them,” said Mistress Ai.

  Soon Raquel had Asoko and Andrew tied back to back on the table. Both wore nipple clamps, and Raquel was holding a wand vibrator to the head of Andrew’s hard cock as he writhed. Mouche watched in fascination, wondering what it would feel like to be a switch.

  Inkei joined their group silently. He was naked, and “FUCK-TOY” was lettered on his chest in blue. Mouche glanced down at his cock, which had “AT YOUR SERVICE” lettered in a semicircle around it. It wasn’t hard yet. She wanted to touch it, but restrained herself.

  Mistress Ai said to him, “Kuso’s taken over the door, Inkei?”

  “Yes, Mistress Ai.”

  “You’re free to play, then.”

  “I’d rather serve my Mistress.”

  “You can serve your Mistress tonight by playing with Mouche. You won’t mind, will you, Karen? Mouche and Inkei are great friends.”

  “Not at all,” said Mistress Karen, smiling. “Remember what I said, dear. Always.” She swept away.

  Mouche turned to Inkei, glanced at his smiling, pleasant face, and then stared down at his cock, which was growing and lifting. She said, “Can I suck you, Inkei?”

  He smiled broadly and said, “Feel free.”

  * * *

  Emily was fucking the blond girl with her strap-on. Pipit leaned against a wooden frame that wasn’t in use and fingered her pussy as she watched, feeling jealous.

  She jumped when a man who’d approached from the side said in a loud voice, “Fuck-toy, eh? I could use a fuck.”