Mistress of Ceremonies

by Adrienne Maitresse

  The second kinky contributor, fuck-boy two, was in complete contrast to the first. Bleached blonde hair, beryl blue eyes piercing forth from almost vampirical white skin, and was perched perilously on the arm of the couch, face down and his virgin asshole exposing its availability. From the wry smile on Cherry’s face it was obvious she was on the cusp of sinking her teeth in so to speak. As Cherry slammed her hand full pelt against the soft skin of fuck-boy number two’s bare ass his body winced as he received the full force of the spank. Then with the expertise of an East Harlem hooker Cherry devoured the drooling dick of fuck-boy number one. This was of course Cherry at her finest, an artisan of ass and a craftswoman of cock as she expertly apportioned her skills between the two obliging fuck boys.

  Never one to intrude in these situations without formal invitation, I silently situated myself on one of the leather lounge seats, casting my approval on the procreant proceedings. As I settled in to the now steaming surroundings, Cherry’s face was deliciously submerged between the stretched butt cheeks of fuck-boy number two which offered up his asshole gloriously for a royal rimming delivered by Ms D’Light’s darting tongue. Having known Cherry for years I was well aware that this was a perfect prelude to taking the virginal ass and that it was only a matter of time before this was transformed in to a gloriously gaping hole to be filled by copious amounts of Cherry’s cock. Cherry teased and tongued fuck-boy two’s asshole, alternating between luscious licks and fastidious flicking and then with perfect precision discharged enough drool to cover the shaven asshole with shiny saliva. Fuck-boy two let out a gasp of gratitude to which Cherry responded by delving deeper into the so far unviolated anal cavity with an investigative index finger. A clearly audible groan of joy exuded from fuck-boy two as Cherry began to plunge the digit in and out of his ass, using it as a probe to discover the depths on offer. Dutifully the once tight ass hole started to slacken in submission, opening up a delectable treasure trove of temptation, and so with naughty nimbleness Cherry doubled up the insertion to two, commencing a first-class finger fucking.

  Still positioned in the middle of the sofa with fuck-boy two’s asshole gladly accepting her fingers, Cherry next turned her amorous attention to fuck-boy one, grabbing his bare ass and sadistically sinking her perfectly manicured talons trimmed in vibrant No 1 rouge pop art lacquer into the soft unblemished flesh and pulling him within spitting distance. With delicious dexterity Cherry deftly spat on his dick, purposefully working his foreskin back and forth to moisten the manhood before re-instating her previous suction, suckling long and hard upon the now harder wetter pre-cum soaked dick of fuck-boy one. All the while Cherry worked the ass hole of fuck-boy two, probing further with every hot and indecent injection. She was indeed Ms Masterful and her legendary cocking sucking skills once again didn’t let her down. As fuck-boy one began to thrust his hard dripping manhood into Cherry’s mouth, she deep throated the dick effortlessly with the precision of a prick eating piranha. Meanwhile, back on the sofa, the other plaything, fuck-boy two, had wet the heavy duty hide, creating a shiny puddle of cock juice on the arm of Cherry’s couch. Insisting that he rightfully eradicated such mess from the extravagantly expensive semi-aniline premium Italian leather, expedited a short interlude which allowed Ms D’Light to come up for air and the fuck-boys to catch their breath. Cherry was nothing if not considerate.

  “Boys!” Cherry announced as she glanced over at me, “We have a Mistress in the house, which makes you two very lucky fucks”. Fuck-boy one and two acknowledged my presence with a nonchalant nod, quite unaware of the added dimension this dominant diva would bring.

  It’s often suggested that if you work in a vineyard you would tire of the wine or if you were a chocolatier you would get sick of the confectionery. A Mistress is of course continually surrounded by sex, but perish the thought and Domina who ever develops a disinterest in any aspect of fucking, fetish and kink. Anyway all work and no play would make Bibi a rather dull and very unfulfilled Dominatrix, and besides, the three filthy fuckers before me appeared to be energetically evolving in to a tantalising game of adult Twister and I intended to position myself balls deep in every bit of the bawdy action.

  “Bibi darling do come and play”, Cherry beckoned and instantly the debauched dream team were back in town. Sinful dirty-minded sisters - divas of dicks, priestesses of pricks, connoisseurs of cocks and forever a fucking force to be reckoned with.

  “Let the fucking begin” Cherry commanded, her usual ass addict self, and from the wet patch that had escaped the confines of my scantily clad crotch it was clearly apparent that my powerhouse of a pussy was primed and ravenously ready.

  “Do you have the key?” Cherry enquired, her tone such that she and I knew exactly what she meant, whilst the fuck-boys remained oblivious to what fate awaited them.

  “I do Ms D’Light, would you like me to open our Pandora’s Box and see what tawdry treasure awaits these boys?”

  “Darling please do!” came Cherry’s reply, whilst she continued working on the cock and ass of her two new found subservient sluts.

  Said key was hidden in my ample and perfectly coutured cleavage, tucked neatly inside the humbug coloured leather and easily retrievable. The key fit the robust padlock perfectly and unlocked the carnally charged chest to reveal a sweetshop of kinky candy. Inside lay sleeping strap-ons, butt-plugs, vibrators, anal balls and wands, alongside a variety of flavoured, textured and coloured condoms, and a selection of lubes encompassing everything from anal relaxant, to stuff that inflicted a teasing tingle on anything it came in to contact with. A large pump action container of lube aptly christened CumCum (so sticky they named it twice), a revolutionary patented substance which resembled good old fashioned spunk and that was so realistic it had been known to fool the most experienced kinksters, stood upright seeking acknowledgement. Lurking in the corner of the trunk, was a couple of rolls of bondage tape, one red and black, an incredible invention for several reasons. Firstly because it’s invaluable in retaining subs attempting escape, secondly, due to its strength, it would outfox any wannabe Houdini’s and lastly, because it sticks only to itself without any adhesive whatsoever, it leaves no lasting legacy on the body and in turn any evidence of erotic assignations.

  Having now relinquished her almost crushing grip on fuck-boy one’s s cock, Cherry courteously donated his dick for the pursuit of my own delectation, as I took up residence on the sofa next to her. Fuck-boy’s swollen cock was worthy of Cherry’s wanking ability, and his foreskin was pulled way back to expose the most delicious head from which was continuously oozing his sugary pre-cum. I’d like to say that I encased fuck-boy’s cock in a bid to continue his obvious arousal, but it was a purely self-indulgent act of greed and gratification. His cock was a rock of hardness, and the throbs from his prick were palpable and instantly irresistible. Always a paramour of a perfect prick, the lure of such a large and mouth-watering member was overwhelming and I began to devour fuck-boy’s cock. The taste was terrifically sweet and the sensation sublime as he drooled more of the hot horny honey into my mouth. The more I hungrily dined on his dick drool, the more I could feel my pussy secretly releasing its own nubile nectar and it was therefore time to force fuck-boy to feast on my candy-coated cunt.

  “On your knees between my fucking legs” I demanded whilst gesturing to fuck-boy to kowtow in an act of perfect propriety. Positioning my ass on the sofa edge, and with an air of sensuality and sexual dominance I spread my designer clad legs, securing them in position with their steadfast stilettos. In accordance with kink etiquette, fuck-boy one immediately and unquestionably knelt ready for the imminent pussy worship. He diligently acknowledged my edict with an obedient “Yes Mistress”, and placed his head so close to my pussy that I could feel the damp warmth from his heavy breath.

  “Do you like my pussy?” I enquired, as I started to rub the now sodden fabric covering my enticing entrance. The more I rubbed, the moister the mate
rial became and the more fuck-boy one pulled and tugged at his manhood, only managing a barely audible “Yes Mistress”. Slowly and precisely I pulled the tiny tulle thong to one side, fully exposing my clit and cunt lips to the yearning fuck-boy. Using my index finger I gathered a glut of girl juice and spread it around in abundance until the whole of my bare pussy boasted a slippery coating. All the while fuck-boy one looking on observantly.

  There is nothing more unique about a woman than her pussy, and the amazing thing is that every pussy is completely different, and it would be fair to say that I should know having seen plenty of them. They come in all different shapes, sizes, colours and complexities, each waiting to be adored and explored. There are some which prefer to remain hidden behind thick luscious lips and some which prefer to meet and greet at the earliest opportunity.

  With the proclamation “Mistress wants you to tongue fuck her right now”, I widened my thighs further as fuck-boy one began by gently pulling my cunt lips apart. He approached my exposed pussy slowly, teasing my inner thigh with the tip of his tongue and coming perilously close to my shaven labia. Nuzzling deep into my smooth bare flesh he brushed his lips and then tongue over my wet slit, making my ass rise and fall from the sofa in expectant anticipation. In response, I could feel my inner pussy ooze more of its sex juice which trickled and tickled as it escaped my vagina and seeped into the thong that was now tucked to one side. As fuck-boy one enjoyed the foretaste he let out a whimper of sexually charged satisfaction, and his tongue made an intimate introduction with my clit which having been freed from the confines of its leopardino print panties, felt compelled to protrude forth from within its hood. Needing no coercion whatsoever my pussy began to exude even more of its lush lady lube. Then with both hands fuck-boy one parted my pussy lips fully, pulling them away from each other and revealing the ever moist entrance to my cunt and my hardened clit. As I luxuriated in the splendorous spearmint sensation that his tongue offered, fuck-boy one alternated between licking, flicking and sucking my pussy pearl.

  “Mistress thinks you’ve done that before” I commented, quietly acknowledging his impressive skill at giving incredibly good head.

  “Once or twice Mistress” came the brief and somewhat hesitant reply, he didn’t dare make eye contact with me.

  Next with a lascivious lick of his finger to make it wet he inserted it into my pussy, and using the lube from within began to work it fast and hard.

  “Give me two more and taste my fucking pussy while you’re doing it “, and fuck-boy one obediently filled my pussy with three fingers, whilst burying deep into my chatte with his tongue.

  “Oh yes, now that’s what I’m fucking talking about”, I whispered, but alas my pussy servant was unable to reply, courtesy of the smothering he was honoured to be receiving. I could feel fuck-boy one’s tongue exploring every part of my orifice and his fingers had successfully located the sexually hallowed ground of my G Spot. He was working it fast and hard and my pussy simply adored it, drawing the digits in further, only releasing its grip to permit this perfect pussy eater up for air. As fuck-boy one inhaled deeply his face was shimmering in the dull light, covered in an abundant amount of liquid sex. However, with the muscles in my pussy tensing and an orgasm brewing, it was time to bring in the purple peril to work my clit whilst fuck-boy one resumed his position between my legs.

  “Pass me the purple rabbit fuck-boy”, I ordered, pointing at the Pirates Chest in the corner. Experience teaches that it is good practice to never be too far from a good vibrator. Such a virtuous tool with a soft silicone shaft, ultra-powerful motors, multi-functional vibrations, and one that never carps or complains just as long as it is regularly fed with three AAA batteries.

  As fuck-boy one yet again introduced himself and his wonderfully agile tongue with my pouting pudenda, he re-commenced his licking and sucking, stimulating the nerve endings and successfully increasing the blood flow to my vulva, and I began to reacquaint my clit with my purple pal. Fuck-boy one took the A-Z tour of my vaginal arena, painting the entire alphabet on my canvas. Ramping up the vibrator to warp speed seven, I teased and tantilised my love button, building up the intensity in a circular motion until it was just enough to press the tip of the vibrator hard against my hardened clit. With fuck-boy one’s tongue licking my lips and fingering me adeptly it wasn’t long until my clit and my cunt united in the ultimate climax, their release preceded by a primal scream befitting of a Mistress. The nerve in my perineum successfully transferred the orgasmic spasms from the front to the rear, peaking with an almighty explosion of ejaculate which erupted and unapologetically squirted all over fuck-boy one’s face, covering him in the tenaciously transparent girl-cum. Fuck-boy one lapped it up as quickly as it had been deposited, utilising his fingers to wipe up any excess and succling on each and every one of them to ensure that not one drop of the love honey was wasted even though there was more than even he could hope to swallow.

  “Wow... you’re fucking hot” garbled fuck-boy one as he wiped his mouth with manners reminiscent of an unaccustomed adolescent.

  “Wow... you’re fucking hot Mistress” I curtly corrected him with a slight snarl in my voice as I instructed him to clean his face ready for round two, and we reposed for the shortest of interludes.

  On the other end of the couch, Cherry’s dick had been growing harder and wetter and she now fully intended to grab her own slice of penis pie via the generosity of fuck-boy two’s gaping ass, but first she craved cock.

  “Turn over so I can suck your cock” announced Cherry as she spanked the already blushing behind. Fuck-boy two gracefully turned over and his manhood sprang forward and was already stood to attention. With a wonderfully willful look in her Dior decorated eyes, Cherry began wanking his juicy hard on. Fuck-boy two reciprocated by releasing a rich stream of translucent pre-cum which trickled down the length of his manhood and offered Cherry the perfect lube needed to methodically move her hand up and down his shaft. As she did, she pulled the foreskin back and forth as fuck-boy two moaned and groaned in Cherry delight. Exploring fuck-boy two’s mouth with her tongue Cherry then hitched her tight dress up even further and straddled her prey, ensuring that her balls sat heavily on his cock.

  “Fucking delicious” Cherry commented as she moved her hands further up his firm torso and pulled evidently hard on his erect nipples. As fuck-boy two intertwined his tongue with Cherry’s, Ms D’Light moved her hips back and forth, inflicting a heavenly and ball-busting wank, until without any prior notice Cherry decided it was time to dismount her ride. Leaving fuck-boy two to ponder her next move, Cherry sashayed across to the chest, pulled out lube, condoms and a shiny toy that already glistened as a curious fuck-boy one looked on as a somewhat innocent voyeur. However, having known Cherry for longer than I’d owned my most precious Laboutins, I knew exactly was she was plotting.

  “I want you kneeling on my sofa, with your ass in the air and holding on to the back with your hands”, Cherry was very specific on how she wanted fuck-boy two.

  “Yes Miss”, and without any further consideration fuck-boy two rotated, positioned himself appropriately, hanging on to the back of the couch for dear life, almost pre-empting what was unavoidably going to be the ride of his life.

  As Cherry depressed the trigger on the tall black plastic container of lube, the pump action let out a suitable splurge of the CumCum directly onto fuck-boy two’s asshole, and she quickly distributed it all around the opening with a nimble index finger. Using the excess, Cherry lubed up the stainless steel anal wand, so shiny that it reflected the low level lighting and the porn still broadcasting on the giant screen.

  The anal wand is pretty much the swiss army pen knife of the sex toy world, and often comes adorably packaged in a beautiful sleeved box with a fuscia satin lining. It is entirely made of solid 316 medical grade stainless steel and hand polished to a mirrored shine. One end is a dildo and on the other are three anal beads gr
aduating in size and leading to a small handle. The eight inches of sensuous stainless steel also makes it ideal for temperature play - from hedonistic heat to icy cold, and being completely non-porous it can be sterilised by any means and is suitable for use with any type of lubricant. Cherry was the venerable virtuoso when it came to administering it on a virgin ass.

  “Relax darling, it’s just a little pin prick”, Cherry re-assured fuck-boy two and offered up a cheeky wink to the rest of us. Then with pinpoint precision Cherry pushed the lubed length deep into fuck-boy two’s prepared ass. Pushing it in and out, fuck-boy two whimpered with pure pleasure as his prick drizzled pre-cum down the back of the leather sofa. The more Cherry invaded his ass, the more it relaxed and gave up its grip on the steel, signifying that it required something more substantial to fill-it up. Temporarily wedging the length in fuck-boy two’s ass by virtue of her hip, Cherry tore the top from a Billy Boy black condom packet and pulled out the contents. Puckering her pout, Cherry blew into the sheath and then placed the tip on her cock, unrolling the latex down her hard length. A shot more synthetic spunk rendered fuck-boy two’s alabaster ass full, and with the declaration of “Fuck, yes!”, fuck-boy two submitted his anal arousal to Cherry’s cock.

  Cherry’s slender hips heaved to and fro, and from behind were a transfixing wonder. With every lunge forward her pert ass cheeks came together in immoral decadence, and with every plunge of her prick deep into his ass, fuck-boy two let out a shrill squeal. Rhythmically and repeatedly Cherry penetrated fuck-boy two, never once missing a stroke as she began to quicken her pace, periodically landing a slap on his ever accessible ass to make him open up further. With each entry Cherry’s ball sac smacked against fuck-boy two’s tepid skin.