I'd died and woken up in heaven.
Or at least that's what it seemed like. But then I realized that if there *was* a heaven, and somehow I *had* died without being aware of it, there would be no. freaking. way. that I'd have wound up on that side of the fence. My arrival at the pearly gates would've looked more like those houses on Halloween that keep the porch lights off so kids don't knock on the door demanding candy, with St Peter occasionally peeking out from behind the curtain to make sure I didn't egg or TP the place.
So, not heaven. Could be hell- certainly my surroundings were hot enough- but then we're back to 'probably didn't die without realizing it' and 'um, idiot- hell doesn't exist.'
Also, by all reports, hell isn't supposed to feel this good.
No, this was reality, and apparently the universe was smiling down upon me, because how else could I explain the fact that I was naked and writhing in pleasure with your head between my legs? Your tongue buried in my slick folds, alternately flicking over my clit and dipping into my hole to gather more moisture, occasionally straying lower to nudge at the tight rosebud that you'd no doubt want to take later. Hands pushing my legs apart, bending me upward, spreading me open for you, your fingers digging hard into my flesh. I kept one hand hooked under the headboard for leverage and the other on the back of your head, though I knew better than to attempt to guide your ministrations. You would please me how you wanted to, and any interference on my part would likely result in a swift punishment.
My awareness hadn't dimmed so much that I'd forgotten about our audience, the friends you'd hand-selected for the evening's activities. They sat just outside my field of vision, more vague shadows than corporeal beings, naked as well, and I didn't have to see them clearly to be able to recognize the slow, steady movement of their hands on their cocks, exquisitely timed with their moans and grunts of pleasure. A shudder ran through my body as my brain tossed out various snapshots of what was in store for me, and- if such a thing were possible- I grew even wetter, my nipples hardening into nearly painful diamond peaks.
I suppose this could have been a dream, perhaps a piece of undigested beef or underdone potato. But your heavy-lidded, lust-filled gaze was real enough as I met your eyes, whimpering as you slid the tip of your tongue into my ass. The cock that suddenly pressed against my lips was also real enough, and I tilted my head to accept it, my tongue barely swirling over the crown before the length was thrust into my mouth.
Don't fucking play with it, whore.. just get that cock nice and wet.
You'd given them free rein to use me as they liked, and if the harsh words, fist in my hair, and rapidly pumping cock in my throat were any indication, I was in for a rough night. I would have moaned in acquiescence if the action wouldn't have come dangerously close to triggering my gag reflex; instead I relaxed and gave in to the invasion.
Well before I would have preferred, apparently satisfied with my performance, your friend withdrew to the edge of the bed. You moved to cover my body with yours, easily finding the entrance to my pussy and driving the entire length of your not-inconsiderable cock into me; your mouth found one furled nipple and sucked it between your teeth, biting down just enough to pinch. I arched up toward you, crying out in a combination of pleasure and pain; you didn't allow any chance of adjustment before beginning to pound into me, long, hard strokes that rattled my teeth and knocked the breath out of me.
Just what I was in the mood for.
Earlier that day you'd scrubbed me clean in the shower, making sure that I was neatly shaved and my skin soft from the lotion you'd carefully rubbed into it; you'd informed me that you were having some friends over and that their orders were to be followed as if they were yours. I was to be an exemplary slut, or else I would be punished; did I understand?
Yes, sir.
Perhaps there was the barest trace of a smile on my lips, or the hint of it in my voice; whatever it was, something caught your attention, and you looked at me intently for a moment before your eyes narrowed in suspicion. Pushing me up hard against the wall, your teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh of my throat as you kicked my legs apart and thrust a hand between them, fingers meeting no resistance as they curled into my cunt.
You dirty fucking slut.. you *want* it.
Pulling your fingers out of me, you held them up where I could see that they were glistening from the juices coating them.
Look how wet you are, you nasty little whore. You can't wait to get all those cocks inside you, fucking you. You want to be used, don't you?
I didn't have a chance to respond before you pushed your wet fingers into my mouth; they were answer enough, anyway. Once your fingers were clean you ordered me to my knees in front of you, fucking my mouth until you came but refusing to allow me release, telling me to save it for that night because you wanted your friends to hear me scream. I spent the day napping and eagerly anticipating the night's festivities, imagining all sorts of delightful, depraved fun.
But nothing could have prepared me for what happened after you'd buried yourself inside me.
I braced myself with both hands on the headboard, meeting each of your thrusts; after an eternity you pulled your legs up so you were almost kneeling, your thighs pressed against mine, your cock impossibly deep in my cunt. Your mouth found my ear and you ordered me to grab your ass; I immediately complied, fingers barely denting the muscle, shifting your cock somehow even deeper into my pussy, and glanced over your shoulder. My brow furrowed for a moment; your friend (we'd been introduced, but for the life of me my arousal-overloaded brain would not pull up his name; I suppose it wasn't important anyway) had moved between your legs, the fingers of one of his hands curling around your shoulder; he raised his other hand to spit in, and suddenly I realized what he was doing, and..
Oh, jesus christ.
I made a noise, drawing his attention, and he smiled- predatory, confident.
Do me a favor and spread those asscheeks for me, whore. Nice and wide. I want to see what I'm doing.
I had to momentarily re-think my initial assessment that this wasn't heaven- it was certainly really, really fucking close to it. My pussy clamped down involuntarily on your cock, and you groaned your orders in my ear.
I know you can't wait to see your master get fucked by that huge cock. Don't make him ask again, slut.
If ever there was a time that I wanted to know how to be two places at once, this was it.. I longed to see him actually seating his cock in your ass. Perhaps later you'd allow me such a show. For now I would have to make do with following his orders to spread you open for him, feeling his spit-covered fingers begin to prepare you, then the head of his cock pressing against your opening. One thrust had him most of the way in your tunnel; two more had his hips against your ass, and I felt your cock spasm in response.
I was less surprised with how rough he was than at how easily you took him in, and the thought that you'd done this enough to be so accepting was.. well.
Indescribably hot.
I nearly came from the realization alone. Your moans of pleasure weren't doing much to stave off my orgasm.. only the knowledge that I was to wait until I had permission was keeping me from going over the edge, and that hold was tenuous at best.
He ground himself against you when he'd gotten his full length inside, his balls rubbing against yours, and I dimly registered that I was making a high-pitched keening sound on every exhalation.
As I said, indescribably hot.
He withdrew part way, hands settling on your hips, and you set the pace- back and forth, into me and onto his cock- slow at first, but quickly picking up in tempo and force, until I wasn't sure which one of us ran the higher risk of being split in half by the process.
You were close, I could tell, and I was seconds away from the point of no return. Just as I was about to beg permission to come, he hooked your throat between his thumb and forefinger, drawing your head and upper body back toward him as he took over, pounding into your ass and driving your cock into my pussy in return.
Don't you dare come in the slut. I want her to see how well your mates can suck you off.
There was simply no coming back from that. I'd take the punishment later, gladly, and I screamed as I came, soaking your cock and most of the bed underneath me.
The spasms had barely begun to fade when he yanked you away from me, your cock literally popping out of my pussy, and pulled you up onto your knees. One of your other friends had apparently been waiting by the side of the bed, and as soon as you were positioned he took the entire length of your cock in his mouth without hesitation, hand cupping your balls, pushing them back so they could be slapped by your friend's as he hit the base of his thrust.
Indescribably.
Fucking.
Hot.
How I wanted to finger myself as I watched you being taken so roughly by your friends, but I'd already come without permission and didn't want to incur further punishment. It was over entirely too quickly; he came first, loudly, slamming into you with enough force to bow your body and nearly knock you over. You followed, invective streaming from your mouth, holding your friend's head in place as you emptied yourself into his throat. Sweat dripped from both of you, gathering in puddles on still-clenched muscles, and I hoped that at some point I'd get the opportunity to lick it off.
As two more shadows moved toward the bed, I sent up a wordless thank you to whoever might be listening for the existence of heaven on earth, and awaited my next orders.
Or at least that's what it seemed like. But then I realized that if there *was* a heaven, and somehow I *had* died without being aware of it, there would be no. freaking. way. that I'd have wound up on that side of the fence. My arrival at the pearly gates would've looked more like those houses on Halloween that keep the porch lights off so kids don't knock on the door demanding candy, with St Peter occasionally peeking out from behind the curtain to make sure I didn't egg or TP the place.
So, not heaven. Could be hell- certainly my surroundings were hot enough- but then we're back to 'probably didn't die without realizing it' and 'um, idiot- hell doesn't exist.'
Also, by all reports, hell isn't supposed to feel this good.
No, this was reality, and apparently the universe was smiling down upon me, because how else could I explain the fact that I was naked and writhing in pleasure with your head between my legs? Your tongue buried in my slick folds, alternately flicking over my clit and dipping into my hole to gather more moisture, occasionally straying lower to nudge at the tight rosebud that you'd no doubt want to take later. Hands pushing my legs apart, bending me upward, spreading me open for you, your fingers digging hard into my flesh. I kept one hand hooked under the headboard for leverage and the other on the back of your head, though I knew better than to attempt to guide your ministrations. You would please me how you wanted to, and any interference on my part would likely result in a swift punishment.
My awareness hadn't dimmed so much that I'd forgotten about our audience, the friends you'd hand-selected for the evening's activities. They sat just outside my field of vision, more vague shadows than corporeal beings, naked as well, and I didn't have to see them clearly to be able to recognize the slow, steady movement of their hands on their cocks, exquisitely timed with their moans and grunts of pleasure. A shudder ran through my body as my brain tossed out various snapshots of what was in store for me, and- if such a thing were possible- I grew even wetter, my nipples hardening into nearly painful diamond peaks.
I suppose this could have been a dream, perhaps a piece of undigested beef or underdone potato. But your heavy-lidded, lust-filled gaze was real enough as I met your eyes, whimpering as you slid the tip of your tongue into my ass. The cock that suddenly pressed against my lips was also real enough, and I tilted my head to accept it, my tongue barely swirling over the crown before the length was thrust into my mouth.
Don't fucking play with it, whore.. just get that cock nice and wet.
You'd given them free rein to use me as they liked, and if the harsh words, fist in my hair, and rapidly pumping cock in my throat were any indication, I was in for a rough night. I would have moaned in acquiescence if the action wouldn't have come dangerously close to triggering my gag reflex; instead I relaxed and gave in to the invasion.
Well before I would have preferred, apparently satisfied with my performance, your friend withdrew to the edge of the bed. You moved to cover my body with yours, easily finding the entrance to my pussy and driving the entire length of your not-inconsiderable cock into me; your mouth found one furled nipple and sucked it between your teeth, biting down just enough to pinch. I arched up toward you, crying out in a combination of pleasure and pain; you didn't allow any chance of adjustment before beginning to pound into me, long, hard strokes that rattled my teeth and knocked the breath out of me.
Just what I was in the mood for.
Earlier that day you'd scrubbed me clean in the shower, making sure that I was neatly shaved and my skin soft from the lotion you'd carefully rubbed into it; you'd informed me that you were having some friends over and that their orders were to be followed as if they were yours. I was to be an exemplary slut, or else I would be punished; did I understand?
Yes, sir.
Perhaps there was the barest trace of a smile on my lips, or the hint of it in my voice; whatever it was, something caught your attention, and you looked at me intently for a moment before your eyes narrowed in suspicion. Pushing me up hard against the wall, your teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh of my throat as you kicked my legs apart and thrust a hand between them, fingers meeting no resistance as they curled into my cunt.
You dirty fucking slut.. you *want* it.
Pulling your fingers out of me, you held them up where I could see that they were glistening from the juices coating them.
Look how wet you are, you nasty little whore. You can't wait to get all those cocks inside you, fucking you. You want to be used, don't you?
I didn't have a chance to respond before you pushed your wet fingers into my mouth; they were answer enough, anyway. Once your fingers were clean you ordered me to my knees in front of you, fucking my mouth until you came but refusing to allow me release, telling me to save it for that night because you wanted your friends to hear me scream. I spent the day napping and eagerly anticipating the night's festivities, imagining all sorts of delightful, depraved fun.
But nothing could have prepared me for what happened after you'd buried yourself inside me.
I braced myself with both hands on the headboard, meeting each of your thrusts; after an eternity you pulled your legs up so you were almost kneeling, your thighs pressed against mine, your cock impossibly deep in my cunt. Your mouth found my ear and you ordered me to grab your ass; I immediately complied, fingers barely denting the muscle, shifting your cock somehow even deeper into my pussy, and glanced over your shoulder. My brow furrowed for a moment; your friend (we'd been introduced, but for the life of me my arousal-overloaded brain would not pull up his name; I suppose it wasn't important anyway) had moved between your legs, the fingers of one of his hands curling around your shoulder; he raised his other hand to spit in, and suddenly I realized what he was doing, and..
Oh, jesus christ.
I made a noise, drawing his attention, and he smiled- predatory, confident.
Do me a favor and spread those asscheeks for me, whore. Nice and wide. I want to see what I'm doing.
I had to momentarily re-think my initial assessment that this wasn't heaven- it was certainly really, really fucking close to it. My pussy clamped down involuntarily on your cock, and you groaned your orders in my ear.
I know you can't wait to see your master get fucked by that huge cock. Don't make him ask again, slut.
If ever there was a time that I wanted to know how to be two places at once, this was it.. I longed to see him actually seating his cock in your ass. Perhaps later you'd allow me such a show. For now I would have to make do with following his orders to spread you open for him, feeling his spit-covered fingers begin to prepare you, then the head of his cock pressing against your opening. One thrust had him most of the way in your tunnel; two more had his hips against your ass, and I felt your cock spasm in response.
I was less surprised with how rough he was than at how easily you took him in, and the thought that you'd done this enough to be so accepting was.. well.
Indescribably hot.
I nearly came from the realization alone. Your moans of pleasure weren't doing much to stave off my orgasm.. only the knowledge that I was to wait until I had permission was keeping me from going over the edge, and that hold was tenuous at best.
He ground himself against you when he'd gotten his full length inside, his balls rubbing against yours, and I dimly registered that I was making a high-pitched keening sound on every exhalation.
As I said, indescribably hot.
He withdrew part way, hands settling on your hips, and you set the pace- back and forth, into me and onto his cock- slow at first, but quickly picking up in tempo and force, until I wasn't sure which one of us ran the higher risk of being split in half by the process.
You were close, I could tell, and I was seconds away from the point of no return. Just as I was about to beg permission to come, he hooked your throat between his thumb and forefinger, drawing your head and upper body back toward him as he took over, pounding into your ass and driving your cock into my pussy in return.
Don't you dare come in the slut. I want her to see how well your mates can suck you off.
There was simply no coming back from that. I'd take the punishment later, gladly, and I screamed as I came, soaking your cock and most of the bed underneath me.
The spasms had barely begun to fade when he yanked you away from me, your cock literally popping out of my pussy, and pulled you up onto your knees. One of your other friends had apparently been waiting by the side of the bed, and as soon as you were positioned he took the entire length of your cock in his mouth without hesitation, hand cupping your balls, pushing them back so they could be slapped by your friend's as he hit the base of his thrust.
Indescribably.
Fucking.
Hot.
How I wanted to finger myself as I watched you being taken so roughly by your friends, but I'd already come without permission and didn't want to incur further punishment. It was over entirely too quickly; he came first, loudly, slamming into you with enough force to bow your body and nearly knock you over. You followed, invective streaming from your mouth, holding your friend's head in place as you emptied yourself into his throat. Sweat dripped from both of you, gathering in puddles on still-clenched muscles, and I hoped that at some point I'd get the opportunity to lick it off.
As two more shadows moved toward the bed, I sent up a wordless thank you to whoever might be listening for the existence of heaven on earth, and awaited my next orders.
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