by Diana Hunter
Phillip would have whistled, except the sound would have broken the mood he had worked so hard to craft. Paul’s cock stood out at a total of ten inches, thick as a woman’s wrist and ready to burst. Phillip nodded his permission and Paul rubbed his hand along his cock, taking only a few seconds before his cum spurted forth and covered Sarah’s lower back.
The warm liquid gushed over her skin and a small moan from the back of her throat escaped. These men found her an object of desire and their use of her had caused at least one of them to lose control. Her head was turned away but she suspected Paul, since the others had training in how to hold their climaxes until the best possible moment.
The cum dripped down along her side and her pussy answered, oozing a creamy white liquid of its own. She squirmed on the table, not to get away but to get relief. A low chuckle from Phillip told her he was enjoying her predicament.
She could just see him out of the corner of her eye. Wearing a pleased grin, he glanced down and winked at her. Joy flooded through her, a joy she had never thought she’d ever experience. To be surrounded by men who wanted her, who came at the sight of her naked body being used—her eyes closed again as she savored the warm feelings coursing through her.
The cane tapped her ass again, lightly taking aim. Sarah pulled in a deep, cleansing breath, letting it out slowly. The hard thwack came before she could draw another breath and she gasped the air into her lungs, her body flinching before she could control it. A cold hand rubbed her ass, easing the pain away and turning the sharp sting into a dull ache. In her mind, she bowed her head and centered her thoughts on the touch of that hand. Was it Phillip’s? Paul’s? She didn’t know and found it didn’t matter when the hands parted her ass cheeks and a finger slid down to circle her hole, teasing her but not yet penetrating.
The finger was only a tease, however, stretching her a little but then withdrawing while her legs and wrists were unbound from the table. The men helped her to rise onto all fours, then helped her down from the table. She stood a little unsteadily as Will carefully piled the assortment of pillows in the corner. Apparently satisfied, he lay on top of them, his head higher than the rest of him, his rear end on the floor, his hard cock at attention. He slipped a condom over his cock and nodded to Phillip.
To her surprise, Phillip turned her so her back was to Will and moved her so she straddled his legs. His voice held the promise of something incredible when he instructed her. “Kneel on all fours, slave.”
With her knees on either side of Will’s thighs, Sarah knelt facing his feet. Paul was still recovering, so Anton scooped up her hair into a ponytail, cinching it off into a not-so-neat, yet effective bundle with a hair tie. Will took her hips and inched her back so she was positioned exactly to his liking. When something warm dribbled down between her ass cheeks, Sarah suspected what was going to happen and her pussy twitched in anticipation.
Will’s finger penetrated her ass, working the lubricant around as he stretched her. Sarah closed her eyes and concentrated on relaxing her muscles, intent on allowing this use of her. When Will was satisfied she could take him, he guided her hips until the tip of his cock stood pressed against her hole. “Take me in, slave,” he commanded her, his tone brooking no disobedience.
But disobedience was the farthest thing from her mind. Eager to show off her skills and eager to make Phillip look good, she wanted this as much as Will did. Anton came and lifted her arms, holding her upright so Will’s cock could penetrate her ass, filling her with every inch she could take. She slid down onto him like it was a well-greased pole, which wasn’t so far from the truth.
Satisfied that Will was properly placed, Anton now took Sarah’s legs, bringing each one forward in turn while she leaned back, her hands pressing on Will’s chest. Briefly concerned she might be hurting him, the thought flew as she realized her dripping pussy was now open and available to their sight.
The four men who remained standing stood over her, their dominance of her obvious. She gloried in it, loving the fact that they found her beautiful and sexy. Anton bowed to Phillip and put a condom on his long shaft and Sarah let her head drop backward, reveling in what they were doing to her.
Anton had no need of lubrication to enter her, Sarah provided plenty of her own. He slid in, filling her in a way she’d never been before. Two cocks filled her. Two cocks rubbing against each other, separated by the mere membranes of her body. Her body expanded, her soul reaching out and accepting them into her, pulling them deep inside. Her moan was a sigh of contentment and she would have moved in her need had not Will taken hold of her upper arms and prevented her.
Phillip now straddled her upper body. His cock danced before her face, enticing. He gave her a single word command. “Open.” She eagerly complied.
Slowly, Phillip took her mouth. No condom graced his cock and she licked the pre-cum from its slit. But Phillip was not in the mood for her to give him a long, extended blowjob today. He wanted possession and relentlessly he pressed over her tongue and slid down her throat. When she gagged, he pulled back and waited for her to relax, then pressed forward again until her nose was buried against his groin.
She couldn’t breathe. In spite of her best intentions, her body tried to wiggle away from his cock in order to get air. Phillip took her by the hair and pulled out long enough for her to grab a breath before plunging deep again. He held her tight to him until her body rebelled once more, then released her, pulling his cock back so he could both take her and give her breath.
Some unknown signal must’ve been given, for now the three men moved in unison, their cocks plunging deep inside her in a slow rhythm designed to drive her wild. For a moment, Sarah saw herself as if her mind had separated from her body and stood watching. Paul and Uncle Irv stood off to the side, watching as Sarah, laid out like a feast, accepted three men inside her. Will beneath her, helping to support her as his cock thrust into her ass, Anton kneeling upright above, his fingers poised over her clit to add to her enjoyment and Phillip above them all, commanding them all as a maestro controls an orchestra. He set the pace, his hand moving up and down in small, timed movements. The sound of their groans as they fucked her added to the music of their motion.
Then Anton’s fingers pinched her clit and Sarah’s consciousness snapped back inside her as the wanton took over. She moved her body in concert with the men, her mouth, her ass, her pussy, all hungry and wanting to be fed. A growl came from the depths of her belly and forced itself around Phillip’s cock.
Sarah felt larger than herself, her being swelled, encompassing all the world. The men used her body not for just their enjoyment but for hers. The tempo increased, the beat moving her faster along a dark land. Far from being afraid, she was surrounded by men who cared for her, whose arms protected her even as they thrust her forward.
Phillip’s cock filled her mouth and she sucked it hungrily, Anton’s fingers drove her insane as Will’s hands held her up.
“Come for me, slave. Come now!”
She was his to command. They flung her headlong over the cliff and her mind fell into the depths as her body convulsed around three cocks embedded in her.
Her mind, still reeling, her body, not yet recovered, heard the tone change in Phillip’s growl. Hot liquid gushed into her mouth and down her throat. Without thought, she accepted his gift and swallowed every drop he gave to her. Dimly she heard him give another command. “Again. I want her to come again.”
The fingers on her clit pinched her again, rubbing and working magic. She was their puppet and her body responded, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her, making even her fingertips tingle.
Time had ceased to have meaning. How long had she been pinned by their cocks? Ten minutes? Twenty? An hour? She would stay here forever if that was their wish, her body their toy, her orgasms her gift.
She licked Phillip clean, loath to feel him leave her. Anton, too, pulled out, his cock still hard and the strain of not coming showing on his face. Paul helped her to r
ise off Will’s cock, who also had not yet come, his cock still standing as proud and stiff as when she’d mounted him.
They laid her on the pillows and stood over her, watching her body shiver as she came down from the heights they had taken her to. Of its own volition, her hand stole down to her pussy, fingering herself in front of them, not wanting to descend yet, her body still wanting more of those precious heights.
Phillip nodded to the others and Sarah realized he commanded them as much as he commanded her. The thought sent a thrill through her—her Master as the Master of all. She closed her eyes and arched her back as her fingers sent another wave of ecstasy coursing through her. Soft drops of warm liquid along her belly and breasts let her know she wasn’t alone. Cum pooled and dripped from her, their gift to her as much as her body was her gift to them.
Her mind blanketed by a thick, indulgent fog, she barely felt them bathe her when they were done, her mind only dimly registering the fact that the women had rejoined them and were bathing Phillip. Borne by the arms of several men, she found herself carried to bed and tucked under the covers.
Each man knelt by the bed and kissed Sarah’s forehead before they left the room, each one giving her welcoming and gratitude for the use of her body. Uncle Irv was last. With tears in his eyes, he thanked Sarah. “I am too old to come, my dearest. But you took me back, you did. I have not seen such abandonment since my Tess died.” From somewhere, Sarah found the strength to reach up and pat the old man’s hand before he left.
The night’s surprises were not quite done yet. Lady Aleshia said her goodbyes, bending and kissing Sarah’s forehead and Jill did the same. But Beth knelt beside her, her eyes twinkling with new life. “I didn’t understand before, Sarah. And I’m sorry I was a jerk about it. I had a very…informative…evening with the girls.” Then Beth leaned forward and kissed Sarah on the mouth—not just a small peck but a deeper kiss that spoke of feelings long hidden. Beth, in her newfound dominance, broke the kiss, whispering to Sarah, “We’ll talk later,” and then was gone.
They all were. Phillip had nestled himself beside her, holding her as the guests left the room, seeing themselves out. Sarah turned into his arms, snuggling deep into his caress.
“You are mine, Sarah. And for me alone, you will come one more time.”
Sarah didn’t think she had another in her but when Phillip’s fingers cupped her sex, toying with her clit, she understood just how good he was. Her body shook in a small climax, too tired to do more but loving every wave he coaxed out of her.
And when she lay still, her body sated and exhausted, he traced the collar with his finger. “I love you, Sarah-my-slave.”
She put her face up and kissed him lightly, her body entwined with his. “And I love you, Phillip-my-Master.”
About the Author
For many years, Diana Hunter confined herself to mainstream writings. Her interest in the world of dominance and submission, dormant for years, bloomed when she met a man who was willing to let her explore the submissive side of her personality. In her academic approach to learning about the lifestyle, she discovered hundreds of short stories that existed on the topic, but none of them seemed to express her view of a d/s relationship. Challenged by a friend to write a better one, she wrote her first BDSM novel, Secret Submission, published by Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
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Also by Diana Hunter
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Diamond Studs anthology
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Irish Enchantment anthology
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Secret Submission
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