Mistress of Ceremonies
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Following Cherry’s lead, fuck-boy two also retired from her ass and removed his empty condom. My work was all but done, so all that was left was for me to resume intimacy with the remnants of the Dom Pérignon, and for Cherry to invoke her finale of fun.
In need of horizontal recuperation Cherry took to the sofa, her tall lean frame filling it fully from end to end, supporting her head on the arm and her flushed face outwards seeking out what cool air there was. Still in governance however, she offered further instruction to the fuck-boys to come and stand next to the couch and wank their cocks over her. Both Cherry and I had already orgasmed but fuck-boy one and fuck-boy two were still in need of milking. Tugging at their well used manhoods in tandem, it was clear to see that their ejaculations would be both predictable and lacking in subtlety.
“Don’t fucking cum until I tell you to boys”, Cherry’s command was unambiguous and so authoritarian, that nobody would have dared to disobey her.
“Let’s do this in chronological order, fuck-boy one you will go first, followed by you fuck-boy two”, Cherry left no room for misinterpretation.
Cherry gazed on intently as the boys wanked furiously and their balls tightened.
“Fuck-boy one, I want you to cum all over my chest and arms right now”, Cherry was very specific. It took just another solitary fondle for fuck-boy one to give up the fight, exploding a geyser of steaming hot spunk high into the air that came to its final resting place all over Cherry’s chest and arms. Cherry writhed, relishing every bit of the iridescent and lustrous love juice until she summonsed fuck-boy two.
“Now it’s your turn, and this time I want it on my face, do not fucking disappoint me!”.
Fuck-boy two may have looked somewhat concerned about this prospect, but he was far more worried about defying Ms D’Light’s orders and it didn’t take him long to eject another dick load of cum and he hit the target of Cherry’s face with full on force. The bukkake by the two had covered Cherry in her conquest’s emissions and she revelled in it.
One by one, from all three ethereal erections had come voluptuous creamy eruptions with such orgasmic force that they could be likened to lava flow from a series of enormous volcanoes and for Cherry she’d even fired twice. It was a hot as fuck orgiastic successive outpouring of spunk - sweet, sticky, syrupy, shiny semen and had been ejaculation in triplicate, what some might term a trigasm, which had left the trio covered in a sluice of skeet.
If both the fuck-boys had commenced the evening as nervous newcomers, then from the proficient way they had adorned Cherry in torrents of cum, they were definitely no longer neophyte novices and had said adieu to any diffidence they may have had when they arrived. Cherry had done it again, capitalising on the fact that when a guy gets a hard on then his brain flips on such arousal. She had expanded their cocks, stretched their assholes and widened their horny horizons. And so became installed another two stars on Cherrywood’s walk of fame.
I decided to depart the heady soup of nudity and sexuality and leave Cherry and her boys to their own devices. Since Cherry had sucked and fucked both fuck-boys dry, and Ms D’Light had cum twice herself, they all needed to refuel with fuck juice. Readjusting my corsetry and attire to reinstate its prior perfection, I inconspicuously exited the den of iniquity that was the TV/TV Room, and entered another type of passageway.
This time it was the main artery delivering the life blood of the club further into its sanguine grasp. The rich seletti red of the walls were only punctuated by lights designed to mimic medieval iron torches, which if followed led those in the know straight to the inner sanctum that was the dungeon chambers. In the couloir were singles mesmerised by the moving mannequins, copulating couples and triples in provocative positions. If the TV/TV Room was the shrine that Cherry safeguarded, then this bastille was decidedly Bibi’s. I was Mistress of Ceremonies and resident gatekeeper, and nobody was ever given safe passage further without Mistress’ prior permission.
As I approached, already queuing at the heavy wooden door and hoping to be allowed beyond the pornographic portcullis, were perverted peasants, corrupted cross-dressers, cock consorts, and inter-sexuals. A zeitgeist menagerie of fetish followers who were awaiting another ceremoniously obscene state opening and doubtlessly another convoy of cocks for me to contemplate in my very own kink filled kingdom. Of course it is customary for any preeminent monarch to address her subjects suitably, and this Queen would not be deviating from protocol. After all, how else would one retain their due obedience? So there was only one thing to say... “Hello Bitches!”.
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