‘Of course I’m sure, Sir Terence,’ she replied. ‘It is your favourite indulgence, isn’t it?’
Presented with such a token of her esteem he was not about to argue. He moistened a finger in her sex, then pushed it gently into her delightfully tight bottom.
‘Ohhh, that feels so nice,’ she purred. ‘Put your cock in my bottom, master. I’m ready.’
Trembling with excitement, he positioned the bulbous crown at the puckered rim of her anus. Her ecstatic cry rent the cool night air as inch after inch of his thick shaft stretched and filled her. He paused when she cried out again, concerned that he was hurting her.
‘Don’t stop, please – I love it,’ she moaned, thrusting back against him, urging him deeper. His balls brushed the cold steel of her labia rings as his cock sank to the hilt in her warm and welcoming snugness. He cupped her aching buttocks with both hands, withdrew slowly, then penetrated her fully again. With each careful stroke he built up a deep thrusting rhythm that sent Constance into sensual rapture. She wished the camcorder was present to record the event. She would enjoy seeing herself bent over against a tree, a slut at one with nature, enjoying a master’s cock in the most basic manner imaginable.
Twenty minutes later, his passion satisfied, Sir Terence returned her to her master. Jonathan Covington led her to another room at the rear of the house, where the rest of his guests were gathered expectantly. They had passed the time while they waited for her by preparing the other slaves for the orgy. The naked women, including Constance’s bridesmaids, were lined up side by side, bent double over a horizontal timber beam that ran across the entire span of the room. Their wrists were roped together, palms flat against the polished wooden floor. The left ankle of each slave was roped to the right ankle of her neighbour. With their legs splayed and rear quarters upthrust invitingly, they presented a mouth-watering display for the assembled masters. However, the instant the star of the occasion appeared all eyes turned to her. Constance felt weak with excitement at the sight of the men waiting to ravish her.
‘She’s all yours, my friends,’ Covington told them. ‘Let the real fun commence!’
‘Aren’t you going to tie me up too, master?’ she enquired.
In reply, he gave her bottom a sharp smack and pushed her in the direction of the waiting men. Two of them grabbed her arms and dragged her into the centre of the room. For the moment, at least, tying her up was the last thing on their minds. A strong master seized her from behind and pulled her down on top of him. Holding her around the waist with one arm, as though fearing she might try to escape, he unzipped his trousers. Constance reached blindly between her thighs. Her fist closed around his stiff cock and she guided it into the deep valley between her tender buttocks. She closed her eyes dreamily and heard the rasp of zippers from all around. In no time she was presented with an array of eager erections. As the master beneath her slid slowly up into her bottom, another crouched between her thighs and entered her with one smooth lunge. Fingers twisted in her hair. Her head was turned sideways and another pulsing column of flesh stretched her lips wide and slipped deep into her mouth, choking off her cry of pleasure. Two more filled her outstretched hands. Another man squatted over her belly, slid his thick cock into the valley between her breasts, and then moulded their softness around it as he fucked her there.
Covington watched intently, standing in front of another slave, his hips grinding as he thrust between her full red lips. There was a camera in his hands and a satisfied smile on his face. Banishing all his misgivings about Constance’s suitability as a wife and slave had taken some time, but he was now certain that marrying her had been the right decision. With her undoubted talent, beauty and complete lack of inhibition, coupled with his skills as her agent, there was nothing they could not accomplish together. He felt no jealousy as he watched her writhe beneath the heaving mass of male bodies. She deserved a reward, both for all she was doing, and all he knew she would do in the future for him – her master.
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