“What a fucking ass whore”, Cherry retorted, “Does this cum slut want Cherry’s spunk?”.
“Yes please Miss, thank you Miss, please Miss fill me up”, fuck-boy two had an air of begging in his voice.
“Darling, it would be rude not to then? seeing as you asked so nicely”, and with that Cherry planted a gargantuan slap on fuck-boy two’s ass which visibly ricocheted through his whole body and let rip, shooting a gigantic load of gizz into her condom. Pressing hard against fuck-boy two, the top of her penis made contact with the top of his anal chamber just for good measure, making sure that every last droplet escaped from her dick.
“Please Ms D’Light, may I come for you”, begged her bitch, as if to express his gratitude.
Cherry peeked through her plumed falsies, and pondered momentarily.
Her subsequent reply was very simple and straight to the point, “No, not yet!”.
“Absolutely correct darling” I remarked, “I don’t think we’re done with fuck-boy two just yet”. Cherry let out a chortle of contentment.
“Furthermore, it would appear that Ms D’Light has had all the fun so far with this ass and that I’ve somewhat missed out a little”, I continued, although my falseness was far from convincing.
After her joyous ass fuck Cherry was reclining on the sofa, sipping daintily from a half filled champagne flute, with a de-flowered fuck-boy two draped satisfactorily across her, when with an equal amount of pretense Cherry offered a riposte, “Well Mistress that would never do would it, you’re my oldest and dearest friend and it goes without saying that what’s mine if always yours”, and then she paused with an ever familiar glimmer in her eye, before continuing.
“Then again, if we’re talking about asses it would seem that I’ve missed out too”.
The fuck-boys looked on, both baffled and bemused, unaware that Cherry loved to receive just as much as she did give.
“Sweetie, I fear it may be time to unleash my strap-on”, I proclaimed.
When it comes to strap-ons, there is just so much for a Mistress to choose from and decide upon. The harness, locking system and actual dildo need to be selected with upmost care and consideration if they are to provide comfort and pleasure for both partners. For example, the harness itself comes in a plethora of styles and designs, from G-String, double straps, corset, lingerie, underwear and even vibrating. My personal preference is always leather and double strap, simply because it is one of the most comfortable and affords the most stability. Straps come in a range of thicknesses, some are little more than elastic bands but the best by far are those that are thicker because they deliver the best degree of control over the dildo. Plus they boast the added addition of not riding up your ass.
Next, it’s imperative to have the correct locking system, of which there are two on offer. The first and my favourite is the O-Ring, in particular where the inner ring is made of metal as opposed to rubber, silicone or elastomer. Despite the latter allowing for stretch and thus more sizes of dildo to be used, the metal ring delivers superior rigidity and strength. The alternative is the good old patented Vac-U-Lock system by Doc Johnson, which has a peg and special ridges protruding out of the harness and held in place by the strangely named snaps, and on which the dildo is placed.
Finally, and most crucially is the silicone cock that will be used. In the world of strap-ons as in other walks of life and kink, the term you get what you pay for is true. Pure, 100% medical grade silicone dildos tend to be more expensive than others, because they cost more to manufacture, but like their counterparts made of metal and glass they last longer. Durability and cleanliness is key for a Mistress don’t you know. Most men relish the idea of a dildo that gives them what they would perceive to be a realistic feeling, but the problem of dildos constructed from skin like materials such as Cyberskin is that they can be porous and tear easily. Thus, only medical grade silicone will suffice, giving a firm inner core and a softer outer layer of velvet smoothness and a slight squishiness just like a real life penis. Get it right and you’ve got thrilling P-Spot stimulation, and my renowned rampant red rider was a full seven and a half inch curvaceous creature, with a one point seven five inch diameter.
I manhandled fuck-boy two back to the end of the sofa. Placing him on his back, with the base of his spine firmly positioned on the sofa arm to ensure stability, I pushed the upper part of his body backwards so that his head pressed firmly into the leather of the couch cushion, so much so that the blood rushed to his head. My long leather booted legs forced a path between his which forced them to spread and bend at the knee, and with the direction of “Lift your fucking legs up and wedge them on the arm” I had a perfectly revealed and appealing asshole.
Looking into his chamber, it was evident that fuck-boy two’s ass was still lubed sufficiently from Cherry’s previous session, that it would be effortless to put my scarlet strap-on into his ass. Pulling my faithful companion from the chest, I stepped into the harness and hoisted it up and in to position, pushing my skirt upwards a tad to ensure a firm fit. A slight adjustment to my harness to tighten up the torque and he was ready for pummeling part deux. Clutching fuck-boy two’s knees with each hand I infiltrated his hole with my dahlia dildo and fucked it with unbridled passion and gusto. With each intrusion fuck-boy two squirmed in sheer arousal, splaying his legs so they widened their sprawl, and his erect cock elevated. The squirting sound of escaping lube coupled with the smacks of the thigh highs landing squarely on his buttocks resonated around the room. Fuck-boy two’s verbal outbursts of enjoyment vindicated each gratuitous stroke the strap-on imparted.
“I think you’re forgetting your manners fuck-boy” I chastised, perturbed at the lack of thanks offered for my efforts.
“Sorry Mistress, thank you Mistress” came a pathetically feeble reply.
“Thank you for what” I asked, playing with him as a Mistress often does.
“Thank you for fucking my ass so well Mistress”.
In the meantime, on the other couch, Cherry was busy going down on fuck-boy one to breathe life back into his now flaccid cock.
“Come join us ladies”, I directed my smutty suggestion at Cherry and her new fuck-boy.
“What a fantastic idea” confirmed Cherry who glided across ably assisted by her second fuck-piece of the evening. Deciding to kneel imposingly in the centre of the couch, Cherry dangled her dick over fuck-boy two’s mouth. Sinking into the soft sofa made it easy for her to put more of her length deep within his wide opened mouth, allowing fuck-boy two to flick and tease her glans with his tongue. Leaning forward further, Cherry accomplished a sixty nine position and once again gobbled up the cock in front of her, as I penetrated fuck-boy two’s ass even deeper with my ass destroyer of a strap-on. With her ass now in the air, Cherry was in prime position to receive the ass fucking that she craved, compliments of fuck-boy one’s cock. Instructing him to grab another rubber, fuck-boy one compliantly unraveled the latex down his erection, pausing slightly to administer a small amount of lube, and in one fell swoop filled Cherry up right to her brim and his balls.
Cherry called for fuck-boy one to fuck her harder and reversed her ass backwards, depressing it further down onto his hefty hard on. As fuck-boy one pushed the entire length of his erection into Cherry’s asshole, Cherry straightened her neck so that her throat aligned with her mouth allowing fuck boy two’s length to slide in deeply without having to force it at all. Cherry comfortably opened up and said the best kind of ‘ahh’, having long since mastered the art of controlling her gag reflex and pushing past the ring of muscle to permit the penis into to her throat. She extended her tongue so that she could also lick his scrotum at the same time in one divine deep throating action. Although Cherry would of course not be swallowing fuck-boy two’s load, deep throating is fantastic for those who want to swallow as opposed to spit, as the recipient can’t taste the spunk simply because the tip of th
e cock is beyond the taste buds. It may look like you are yawning but it is the furthest thing from boring! The further fuck-boy one went in to Cherry’s ass, the farther fuck-boy two’s cock was engulfed in her gullet until sliding and gliding in unison, the room became a furnace hot scene of fucking and debauchment. Cherry busily gorging on fuck-boy two’s cock whilst having her ass consummately fucked off by fuck-boy one, and Mistress giving her usual professional performance on fuck-boy two. Everyone without exception was feasting on what in the vastness of the vanilla world would be the forbidden fruit of a banquet most choose to boycott.
Granting fuck-boy two an intermission from her suck-fuck, Cherry decided that it was time to give her ass and fuck-boy one’s dick a well earned if merely transient reprieve, and for everyone to refresh their palates with a cheeky vintage Dom Pérignon, prior to some randy rotation. It was Cherry’s preferred beverage mainly because she felt it pointedly reflected her personality, and as she often reminded us all in her inimitable style, ‘time doesn’t dim mine or Dom’s sparkle darling’. In fairness to fuck-boy two, his ass hole was also spent having been ridden like a freight train by myself, and the dry effervescent bubbles were indeed the perfect prurient pick-me-up.
Continuing the established carousel of cocks theme, each contributor duly switched places, even though it was perhaps less speed dating more speed fucking for cyprians. It also gave me the prime time needed to change in to another and more imposing strap-on and gather some other objet d’art from the Saratoga in the corner. Pulling out a bevy of beautiful butt plugs I plumped for a four incher in midnight blue, with a smooth tapered shape for comfort and a flared base providing the reassurance the inexperienced taker seeks. From the corner of my classic Chanel smoky eyes I could see Cherry already arranging both fuck-boys accordingly and in particular hard kissing fuck-boy one, her tongue deep inside his welcoming mouth. Moving away from his mouth Cherry began to gravitate towards his cocking sensuously kissing his chest as she went. Arriving at his dribbling dick, Cherry lapped up the escaping viscous cock liquor. It was undeniably full steam ahead for HMS Cherry with all engines fired up and ready to go. I watched as three pairs of hands then caressed each other’s cocks and teased and tantalised hardened nipples, thereupon Cherry still standing, bent over slightly, her bare backside calling for the cock of fuck-boy two.
On my part, this certainly called for pulling out the big guns in the form of nine and a half inches of realistic ejaculating dildo, complete with its own internal storage unit, hence no external and unsightly syringes that render it unrealistic. Complimented by a bulging bulbous head to ensure full penetrative presence, and housing its ejaculate in its very own ball sack, all that’s needed is a simultaneous squeeze of the balls alongside dipping the head in the ‘ejaculate’ of choice followed by a quick release and you’re locked and loaded. Ready to unload at your command.
“Grab a rubber, I don’t bareback sweetie” advised Cherry, sending fuck-boy one to collect a red condom. Using her teeth Cherry split open the wrapper and adroitly encompassed fuck-boy two’s cock within. Lubing a couple of fingers with CumCum, Cherry encircled her ass hole in readiness for fuck-boy two to enter her, and with his hand firmly on the base of Cherry’s back fuck-boy two drove his cock deep into the anal abyss. Fuck-boy two quickly accelerated to a prestissimo tempo and the cadency of his hard cock entering and then withdrawing was impeccable. As he pulled back you could see the ring of muscle around Cherry’s ass hole start to relax and dilate. Cherry widened her legs and used the stilettos on her killer heels to make herself steadfast. Fuck-boy two requited by driving his almost indestructible condom glazed cock as far as he could into Cherry’s ass, making her whole body shudder in ecstasy whilst beads of sex sweat ran from his forehead, such was the ferocity of the fuck being delivered.
“Darling” Cherry gesticulated towards me graciously, “smooth the way for fuck-boy one will you?”.
“With pleasure” I replied as I led fuck-boy one by the hand to the wall beside the flat-screen.
“It’s time to play good cop bad cop” I amused, “And you have to guess which one I’m going to be” I sniggered with Mistress mocking.
“Spread ‘em fuck-boy, you’re under arrest” I ordered derisively. The sardonic timbre in my voice and my condescending approach meant that his cock was desperately eager to become complaisant.
Fuck-boy one’s so far abstinent ass was crying out to be prepped and on stand by for Ms D’Light to pop his cherry. Pressed hard and firm against the cold concrete, his hind at the optimum incline needed, I collected my midnight rambler butt plug, some lube and a roll of glossy black bondage tape on the way.
Grabbing fuck-boy one’s head in my hands, I tuned his face to one side and pressed it hard against the battleship blockwork.
“Put your fucking arms up above head, together on the wall”, with which fuck-boy one clasped his hands obligingly making it easy to wrap them up securely using a length of the polished plastic at his wrists, rendering him at Mistress’ mercy. Collateral damage is always to be expected in these situations, and bang on cue, fuck-boy one’s cock dripped a grateful globule of pre-cum on to the carpet. Sidling behind him, the soft leather of my corset and skirt made contact with his back. Fuck-boy one sighed in excitement and expectation which necessitated a nail to be scratched sharply along each and every vertebrae as I then teasingly pulled away. Liberating an adequate amount from the tube, I liberally spread some imitation spunk around fuck-boy one’s vestal ass. As he muttered begs of “Please Mistress take me”, I also took the liberty of filling the reservoir on my ejaculating dildo.
Opening a first time ass hole is a delicate business and only fools rush in. The last thing butt sex needs is the archetypal bull in a china shop. I requested an entrance to his exit by easing the tip of the butt plug in just slightly, the tightness of his hole was pronounced but probable.
“Deep breath fuck-boy, just relax and let everything go”, he seemed to respond to my wise words as his asshole relented, allowing the suction to increase and draw in my plug. Followed the contours of his hips, I furtively cupped his erect and soaking wet prick in my hand, tightening my hold until he was firmly in my grip. Holding the butt plug firmly in place in his ass, my other hand went backwards and forwards on his length from the engorged head to where the base met his balls. Fuck-boy one’s eyes were closed as he drifted in to utopia, but I was keeping an ever watchful eye on Cherry, so as not to miss the moment fuck-boy one would be passed over to her prick. As fuck-boy one eased into his full anus, Cherry’s cock was fully erect and she was greedy for even more ass sex to feed her insatiable hunger. In a seamless transition I removed the butt plug from fuck-boy one’s ass and cast it aside, only to replace it with my exquisite ejaculating monster of a dildo. This bad boy didn’t need a harness, only a pair of skilled latex covered hands. It was a phenomenal protagonist of pegging that would not only expand fuck-boy one’s ass ready to receive Cherry’s delight, but would ensure he was full to the brim with synthetic semen. Slow and strong, deep and dirty, my dildo left no area of his ass untouched. Fuck-boy one’s cock was now a constant flurry of pre-cum and he was lapping up the fuck I was giving him.
“Mistress is going to cum in your ass pussy fuck-boy” I snarled as I intensified the thrusts and fuck-boy one loudened his moans.
“Oh yes Mistress, please Mistress” he beseeched.
A final insertion lodged the cock the full distance of his ass, and with a simple squash of my dildo’s ball sack, the contents were emptied deep into fuck-boy one’s ass hole. So much so that the spunk leaked as I withdrew my length, drizzling down his legs like moisture on a condensed window pane. Untying his hands, I led fuck-boy one to Cherry and fuck-boy two for the culmination of the evening’s events. One that would give a whole new interpretation to the phrase double entendre.
Fuck-boy two was still pumping Cherry from behind as she placed fuck-boy one directly in f
ront of her amazingly large and erect cock which she could hardly conceal with the condom she was wearing. With a hand on each hip, Cherry brought him in dangerously close. Fuck-boy one’s stretched ass was already a myriad of moistness and penetration posed no difficulty for her and was painless for him. Cherry began to pound fuck-boy one’s ass in time with fuck-boy two, their cocks calibrated like some form of penile pendulum. There was no let up as cocks fucked asses, and balls crashed against butt cheeks. Putting my hand inside the sweetheart neckline of my corset, I tugged my nipples free from their enforced incarceration. Installing myself next to fuck-boy two and heightened by my heels, I forced the first of my tits into his mouth, making him suck it hard until the nipple was fully extended, and then replacing it with the other. The hard-wired connection between my tits and my pussy was electrifying.
“Now lick it fuck-boy”, which he did without question. My pussy let go of another load of lust juice and already saturated panties took another hit. I could hear the sound of contact being made by Cherry’s hand on fuck-boy one’s rump and her lubricious oral outpourings as she fucked her gewgaw royally, until with a resounding animalistic cry Cherry freed the spunk from her cock. Thrusting for the few final times she extracted any lingering cum and then retreated, presenting a rubber full of the velvety cream. It was a vision of licentious connectivity in a beguiling boy girl bi gang bang and copulation in triplicate. Not too dissimilar from the analist orgies of ancient Rome where this TV/TV room would be the imperial court, and Cherry the sexually hungry emperor. While Tiberius Caesar may have preferred the drunkenness, Cherry coveted the orgies.
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