* * *
The machine is turned off and the clamps removed. “Don’t want to tire you out, Stephanie,” the Technician smiles. I wonder if he picked that I’d tire early. Ah, Thomas. You should have known better.
“Come on, you two.” This is Mr. Buttman’s voice. He’s talking to the Playboy and the Dominant. “You should get a go before the rest of us attack Stephanie again.”
Attack me. Another shiver of pure lust runs through my body at those words.
They roll on condoms. The Dominant sits on the couch, and gestures to me. His fingers tease the glass butt plug out of my ass, and before my hole has time to close up again, his cock slides into my anal passage. I whimper in pleasure. The ginger and the butt plug were both nice, but a cock is exactly what I need.
I’m sitting on the Dominant’s lap, my back leaning against his chest, my legs splayed open and my pussy lips spread, pouting and shining with readiness. The Playboy leans over my body, and guides his dick into that waiting hole, and I groan again. So good.
They get a rhythm going. The Dominant slides out, the Playboy slides in. This is so, so much better than the fucking machine. My body is sandwiched between the Playboy and the Dominant, and I love it.
The sound of our grunting fills the air. The other four are watching us raptly, their hands wrapped around their cocks. This is way better than porn. “Please, please, please,” I chant, as they thrust in me. My body is bathed in pleasure.
The Dominant’s large hands wrap around my breasts. The Playboy’s grip digs painfully around my waist. They’ve picked up the pace now, bouncing my body between them, like a leaf dancing in the wind. The Dominant drives deep in my ass, and when he pulls out, the Playboy’s hard dick pounds into my pussy. And just when I get used to their thrusting, they change it up – both plunge into my body at the same time, and I scream with mingled pain and pleasure.
I’m riding wave after wave of arousal and lust. Sweat trickles down my body, but I’m uncaring. My hips buck wildly as I feel their cocks thrust in me. I grind down on them. I’m close to coming again, my pussy and anus stimulated beyond my ability to bear. I can feel every muscle in my body tense up, and I explode into orgasm. As I writhe and flail between them, I trigger their climaxes. They both tense. “Fuck,” the Playboy clenches out between gritted teeth. “Your pussy’s so tight, Steph,” he growls as he explodes.
The Dominant doesn’t speak, but I hear him grunt as he too erupts.
When awareness returns, I hear applause from the others, and I blush. “Stop that,” I order them, my cheeks flushed scarlet. “Don’t embarrass me.”
14
As far as I can tell, everyone has climaxed once. Well, not me. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve come. I wonder what’s next.
They don’t keep me waiting long to find out. The Dominant winks at me before turning to Mr. Buttman with an obviously rehearsed complaint. “She’s got a tight ass,” he says. “Nearly crushed my cock.”
Mr. Buttman grins. “Well, let’s stretch Stephanie out a little.” He produces a marble butt plug with a flourish. Not the monster he made me ride in his apartment, but similar in design. Slightly smaller, thank heavens.
The marble behemoth is lubed up and placed on the coffee table, and Mr. Buttman makes a lazy gesture. I hop to it, straddling the table and settling down. The first head slides into my ass easily. The second takes a bit more effort, but I relax my muscles and press down. My ring closes around the throat of the head. “One more to go,” Mr. Buttman says firmly.
“Perhaps she needs persuasion,” the Dominant suggests silkily. I look up at him, and see that both the Dominant and the Playboy have floggers in their hands.
Now, I know the Dominant can use the flogger. My body’s felt the proof of that, many, many times. But the Playboy? My eyebrows arch. “You know how to use it?” I ask him.
His lips twitch. “You aren’t the only one keeping secrets, sweet Stephanie.”
Aah. I make a mental note to investigate this further the coming Wednesday.
They both wait for me to nod before flicking their wrists. The Dominant flogs my ass and back. The Playboy focuses on my breasts and nipples, and I marvel at his precision as each stroke makes tight, stinging contact.
I rock on the butt plug. My hands hold my hair out of the way, above my head. I moan and gasp as my ring stretches around the last head of the plug. Sharp lines of pain dissect my body, as the Dominant and the Playboy ply their floggers with practiced ease. They are walking around my body right now, and my skin is a canvas for their desire. My body is painted in shades of red and pink, and my skin feels hot.
Another burning stretch, and the butt plug is in, my sphincter closing around the throat of the largest head. “Fuck.” My voice is a rasp of need.
The flogger’s strokes on my breasts feel like a lover’s touch. “Bounce on it,” the Playboy says. His voice is unrecognizable. Hard, smooth and oh-so-dominant. Wade’s been keeping a lot of secrets.
I ride up and down the butt plug. The Dominant stops whipping me and comes up behind me, pulling my back against his chest. His arms encircle me, and his fingers play with my folds, teasing me before finding my clitoris. “Keep riding up and down the plug,” he instructs, “and I’ll let you come while he whips your tits.”
God. When the Dominant says tits, the crude words such a contrast to his cultured voice, a tight spiral of pleasure curls in me. I rock on the plug, and his fingers tap out a sure rhythm on my nub. The Playboy’s eyes are hot with lust as he swings the flogger on my breasts.
There is no holding my orgasm back. I come in waves of shuddering pleasure.
* * *
“What now, gentlemen?” This is the Dominant. I guess he gets to call the shots, given we are in his apartment. Or because he’s just naturally bossy.
“I need a break,” I tell him.
He smiles at me. “Of course, kitten. Do you need help with anything?”
I shake my head. I know my way around the Dominant’s apartment. I head to the bathroom that’s attached to his bedroom, and bliss out under the shower, before blow-drying my hair quickly and heading back.
“I’m ready,” I announce as I enter the study, and the Chef laughs. “Ah, the stamina of youth,” he says wryly. No doubt he thinks I’m very young, as he always does.
They have a plan for me. They are all sitting on the couches around the coffee table. The Doctor hands me another large dildo. “Lie on the table, and masturbate,” he says firmly. Lust dances through me at his words.
It feels so very naughty to spread my legs and push a dildo into my pussy, while a circle of men talk to each other and sip at their scotches. I can tell that the inattention is deliberate. I’m reduced to a toy, playing with herself for the amusement of the men around me. I’m startled at how turned on I am by that thought.
“You can’t come,” the Dominant says lazily.
I pout, but in all fairness, there’s six of them in the room. One of them can use their fingers or their dicks and get me off. Today’s not the day I need to tend to my own business.
When their cocks are all erect, three of them get up and move towards me. “Now, for the climactic event, Stephanie,” the Doctor says. “Three of us,” he gestures to the Chef and Mr. Buttman. “Three holes. You know what to do.”
The Chef lies on the couch, rolling a condom on his dick. I lube my asshole and sink onto him, moaning in pleasure as I do so. I’m going to be sore as all hell tomorrow, but for the moment, I’m functioning on lust and adrenaline and pleasure.
Mr. Buttman sheathes himself and pushes into my pussy. I watch his face. “Oh, that is tight,” he breathes. I’d like to answer, but I can’t. The Doctor’s cock is in my mouth, and I’m busy sucking dick.
Pleasure. So much pleasure.
They thrust in my ass, my pussy and my mouth. I’m bounced between their bodies, tossed around like a helpless twig in the ocean. Arousal shocks my body. I’m completely overwhelmed and I love it.
They come quickly. The eroticism of the act is just too much to bear. I understand that. I’m floating in a haze of lust.
The waiting trio takes their places. The Playboy plunges into my ass with a hiss of pleasure. The Technician claims my pussy, and the Dominant’s eyes twinkle at me as he holds the Jennings gag. “Open up, kitten. I am going to fuck your mouth.”
I obediently open, and the gag is pushed in, keeping my mouth wide open. His hands twine my hair and he forces his cock down my throat.
The fucking starts. These three are a lot rougher. Faster, and harder. This seems to be the climactic event of the night, and they are making it count.
There’s moaning and whimpering. There’s the gagging noise I’m making as my mouth is fucked by the Dominant. There’s the squishing noise my pussy and ass is making. There’s the grunting by the guys.
Fuck. This is beyond hot.
I can’t help myself. Each thrust of the Technician is hitting my g-spot. The nerve endings in my anal passage explode in pleasure. When the Dominant pushes into my mouth, and his hands tighten in my hair, my eyes water and my blood boils with lust.
“Please, please, please,” I try to beg, except with the gag in my mouth, all that comes out is a warbling of noise. The Playboy laughs and his fingers find my clitoris, which is achingly sensitive. This time, when my climax is forced out of me, I wave my head frantically, back and forth. My safe signal.
The Dominant stops immediately, and pulls out the gag. “No more,” I gasp. “I can’t come again.”
“Should we pull out?” This is the Playboy. His hands rub my shoulders soothingly. Up and down, willing me to relax.
“No,” I tell them. “I’m fine. Just no more on my clitoris, please.”
“Are you fine?” The Dominant’s eyes meet mine. I nod.
“I’m fine,” I reassure him. “Really.”
They resume, the Playboy and the Technician, setting a hard rhythm going again. The Dominant once again winds his hands through my hair, and pushes into my mouth, though this time, he doesn’t gag me.
When they come, we all slump on the couch, completely and utterly drained. Each one of them has come twice. We’ve been going for hours. “Alright, you guys,” I tell them. “It is dark outside, and I really need to do laundry.”
Everyone bursts out laughing. They all reach into their wallets and they hand the Playboy money. There’s some good-natured grumbling about how the rich just get richer, and the Playboy just smirks when he hears it. “Gentlemen,” he grins, “when Stephanie and I are drinking the excellent bottle of champagne your money will pay for, we will toast to you.”
I hug and kiss each of them goodbye, till finally, I’m left alone with the Dominant. “Happy birthday, Stephanie.” He hands me an envelope and I wrinkle my nose at him. I don’t like the Dominant in a present-giving mood.
“What is it?” My voice is suspicious as I open it.
It’s a ticket to Miami for next weekend. “I know it’s been a while since you’ve seen your mother,” he says gently.
My eyes fill with tears, but I protest automatically. “Stuart, I can’t take this.”
“Stephanie,” the Dominant sighs. “Would you prefer my private plane? Trust me, it is a lot cheaper to fly commercial.”
“I can’t let you buy me stuff.”
He hugs me and I lean back against him. “Make me cookies,” he says. “That lemon ginger one. I’m all out. I woke up in the middle of the night and ate them all.”
I start laughing. I’d made two dozen of the lemon-ginger cookies. “You ate twenty-four cookies in one evening?”
“It’s your fault,” he accuses me good-naturedly. “You made them extra-delicious.”
I smile at him. “More lemon-ginger?” I ask. “Because I have a really good recipe for a chocolate coconut almond cookie that I’ve been dying to try out.” I meet his eyes. “Thanks for the ticket,” I tell him. “I really do miss my mom. And thanks for arranging the gangbang tonight.”
“Umm, kitten – about that?” His voice is a mix of laughter and dark sin. “We’ve decided we should make this a monthly thing.” He looks at me, waiting for my reaction to that suggestion.
I start grinning. What an excellent idea. “In that case,” I raise my eyebrows. “I’ll need to start doing my laundry at your apartment.”
He laughs aloud and kisses me. “Yes, kitten. Now, let’s go climb into the bathtub, and then get to bed. After all, I do have to wake up early to make you breakfast.”
* * *
My sex life is very organized. I’m fucking six different men and I’ve assigned each one a day of the week. Monday is the Chef. Tuesday, the Technician. Wednesday, I fuck the Playboy. Thursday, Mr. Buttman has his way with me. Friday, I meet the Doctor. Saturday is my time with the Dominant.
Sunday, I used to do laundry. But now, once a month, I get to fuck them all at the same time. I grin widely. Happy birthday to me, indeed.
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