The Fuck Slave V

The ladies liked to keep me spread-eagled on my back. This position allowed them to do about anything they wanted. The Governess spoke the truth when she said they like to have their pussies sucked. There were times when one lady after another would prevail herself on my vulnerable mouth and tongue. This led me to the conclusion that it didn’t matter that I couldn’t see them; a pussy was a pussy no matter what the color of the lady was.

There were other times when I’d be double-teamed. One woman had her crotch attached to my mouth, while another would play with my cock and balls. They loved to play tease and torture games; getting my cock hard, then slapping or whipping it. They’d roll my balls in their soft hands, then squeeze them. Once they tied a rope around my balls and forced me to my knees, with my hands bound behind me. They then proceeded to lead me around, prodding and whipping my bottom while I was painfully forced to follow whoever held the ball-rope.

Another time I was once again bound with my wrists pointed together straight up and attached to a strong tree-branch. With my legs spread apart I was vulnerable to say the least. A dildo was shoved up my ass, while my cock and balls were whipped with wooden sticks. They explained that I wasn’t being punished. They just liked seeing men suffer and beg for mercy. It made them wet. In this position, they’d hang weights from my nipples and balls, while I was whipped front and back.

Of course there was the required fucking every four hours, and the ladies collected on this resolutely. One lady spoke who I hadn’t recognized until now. She told the Governess that she’d heard about a new white man on the island with a big dick. When the head Mistress confirmed that it was indeed I, I felt a hand touching my cock. This was after they laid me back down on the grass and staked me out again.

“Well,” said the stranger. “I’ve been working at the club and this is my first glimpse of the new fuck-slave.”

“And guess what,” the Governess said? “It’s been four hours since his last fuck.”

“Really?”

“Yep!”

“Well, you know, he looks like he could use a good fucking,” she said with a snicker.

“That he could!” The head Mistress agreed with guffaw.

“But, the new lady continued, we need to make an adjustment.”

That’s when I felt my left ankle being loosened, so that my leg could be bent backwards over my head so my ankle could be attached to a strong noose. When they repeated the same with my right leg, I instantly recalled the time this real/life Mistress put me in this same position and whipped my cock just before she fucked me in the ass.

Knowing what was coming, allowed me to relax my butt-cheeks and sphincter muscles and accept was about to occur. The Governess had said that I could be the one receiving the fucking, and this would be my first. So when I felt the tip of the dildo touch my unguarded anus, mixed feelings ran through me. When I accepted this assignment from my bosses in Washington, I never in my wildest dreams thought I’d be in this position.

Mercifully, she had greased-up the hard cock before the head entered. Steadily, I felt my anus walls give -way. The tightness had me gritting my teeth and grunting. “Come on Leta, fuck him good! I heard one of the ladies cheer. The Governess added her encouragement as well. Once past my sphincter, the cock entered my inner space, driving in to the hilt. At this point the pain turned to pleasure. Then she withdrew the cock until only the tip was imbedded. Then she slammed it all the way in, which hurt like hell which had me yelping, but with a split second of sensual pleasure. The women cheered. They actually began a chant. Every time the dildo was pulled back, they’d sing out, “Fuck!” And once again the mistress wearing the strap-on slammed into me, causing the pain-pleasure combination. Repeatedly, my asshole was ravaged, with even more speed. The chants served as a rhythm section to her lead, and my repeated yelps were the back-beat.

I had experienced anal sex before, but not like this. Hopefully she’d cum soon and I’d be done with this. The chants and yelps continued until finally I heard a loud, pleasurable shriek. I felt like I was going to cum, but I held out. The dildo was pulled from me, and I heard a plop to the ground, while all the ladies cheered.

“Good boy Morgan, I heard the Governess say. Then I felt a hand on my still swollen cock and then a mouth. “This is your reward.” The mouth engulfed my cock. A few up and down strokes and I blasted my juice into her mouth. The feeling I experienced right then was one of gratefulness and when they staked me out once again, I actually smiled and said thank you.

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