Jess's cum flooded my mouth, I tried to swallow all of it but some leaked past my lips. Hot cum gushed into my mouth again and again. I struggled to swallow as fast as it filled my mouth.
Jess held me captive. His hands bunched in my hair his penis surging in my mouth. The last jet of semen splashed into the back of my throat. It burned me, hot, thick molten cream. The experience humbled me, though I fought against the desire to submit. I held tight to the belief that I would never be this mans slave. The taste of Jess's cum lingering in my moth strengthened my resolve to refuse the submission he and Jamie required. I vowed to myself that I would never enjoy a dick buried in the back of my throat and especially not the taste of hot cum spewing into my mouth.
I struggled to pull my head away, desperate to push Jess's dick from my mouth. I hated the way I felt, hated the taste of cum, hated the pressure of a dick buried deep inside my mouth. I hated Jess for making me submit to this demeaning act of having my mouth fucked then being forced to drink his cum.
Jess tightened his fist in my hair. His sign of dominance. I subsided. Slowly Jess pulled his semi hard penis from my mouth. My jaw ached, the taste of cum filled my mouth. Unthinking I flicked my tongue across the head of Jess's dick savoring that last drop of cum that lingered on the tip.
Jess pressed a gentle kiss on my forehead. His display of affection caught me by surprise. It warmed me. I basked in the affection. For the moment my anger and rejection melted into something I didn't understand. The humility of being on my knees, of wearing a collar, of the burning taste of cum filling my mouth, it didn't seem so degrading any more. For just a second I experienced, embraced the fulfillment of being a slave.
Jess stepped away from me leaving me with a feeling of abandonment. The cooling sensation of liquid exposed to the air drew my attention to my right breast. A glistening trail led to a white drop of cum. I couldn't draw my eyes from the milky drop. It held me memorized. I felt compelled to scoop it up and taste it. The need consumed me, enticed me. Before I could give in to the need Jess scooped up the drop with his finger and brought it to my lips. No thought of resistance. No anger or fear, no real thought at all, my tongue slid across Jess's finger seeking, finding. I savored the pleasure, felt submission.
I felt as if I was in a daze. So many emotions, so many sensations. My body screamed with the need to cum. My pussy was thick, aching. Wet cream spilled past my lips soaking them intensifying the sensitivity. I knew I was slick and wet. I anticipated the pleasure of being stretched, spread open stroked. My hips pumped against air my clit surging with desperation. Emotionally I couldn't figure out how I was feeling. I was mad more than mad I was furious. These assholes had kidnapped me held me hostage used me as a sex slave. But somewhere in all that rage a pin prick of pleasure demanded acknowledgement. Somewhere inside I recognized the joy of submission. Some how I'd embraced it though I wasn't ready to admit it to myself let alone Jess and Jamie.
One more thing, one more admission. Having to submit to Jess was an even worse torture that I'd admit. I have never been sure of who I am. In college I'd had boyfriends but I'd also slept with a few women as well. I liked the strong dominance the possession by a man but having to submit to him didn't work for me. I hate having my mouth invaded by his dick. I feel like I'm suffocating. When he cums I feel like I'm drowning and the taste is bitter. On the other hand I love the taste, feel, smell of a woman. I hunger for the taste of her cum flooding into my mouth and the feel of her breasts, her nipples inside my mouth against my tongue. The problem was I hungered for both, the possession of a man and the heights our bodies could reach, but I craved the taste of a pussy the feel of her nipples. I wanted to be possessed by both, immersed in both. But only on my terms.
I've tried to immerse myself in one or the other but neither is fully satisfying. I always feel as if something is missing. I refuse to acknowledge the sparkle of awareness that I've felt. The arousal and pleasure I've experienced at the hands of Jess and Jamie has fulfilled me in ways I'm unable to comprehend.
I feel an unexpected thrill when Jamie buries her hands in my hair and leads me to the bench. I bend over kneeling in submission. She tethers my collar to the floor. Her warm breath caresses my neck inflames my nipples into peaks moistens my pussy in readiness. "You did so good little girl." She says. Her hand caresses my cheek strokes down the column of my throat, down my back. Lower sending shivers through me, over the curve of my bottom down my thigh. Warm silken heat under her fingers, rich thick cream when she encounters my lips. "Oh my good little slave. Your pussy is dripping with syrup. Jess will have to pump your mouth full of cum more often. Your pussy is liquid heat begging for it."
I screamed "No" in my head but both of us knew the truth. I gasped in pleasure as Jamie sank her fingers into my pussy. I was soaking wet making it easy for her to bury them deep inside me. I quiver in need, my pussy thickening milking Jamie's fingers. I ache to come. I've spasmed on the brink but always been denied that sweet joyous fulfillment. I arch my hips tilt my pussy, my clit swells. All thought of denial, escape, rebellion are gone only a deep throbbing ache consumes my thoughts. My pussy tightens, spasms spilling thick cream over Jamie's fingers. The first wave, the welcomed crest builds deep inside. Each stroke of Jamie's fingers milks me bringing that wave closer to the surface. My pussy clenches.
I cry out in need, reaching for fulfillment one stroke more will send me over the edge into paradise. I gasp in shocked denial. Jamie's fingers withdraw before I can release a flood of cream over them. I'm throbbing unable to find the pressure against my clit or the stroking of my inner walls that will give me release.
Hysterically I beg Jamie. Instead she leaves me. I feel Jess spreading my legs as wide as they'll go. My mind barely registers then fastening of my ankles to rings in the floor of something soft but firm pressed between my knees keeping me prisoner. All of this barely registers in my head past the painful throbbing of my pussy.
Jamie turns towards me in her hand is a paddle it's very thin flat no more than an inch. Fear mixes with need. I'm afraid. All my spankings before were with a paddle several inches wide this paddle was more intimidating for it's lack of size. My mind is gelling quickly now. Jess has restrained me in a very specific position. The size of the paddle. I'm frightened.
Jamie caresses her hand over the curve of my behind. I'm frightened, scared to death. My body defies understanding though. I arch into her touch lost in the pleasure of her touch. I relax into her care my only thought her touch and the pleasure only she can give. Her fingers caress my soaking lips, teasing, tempting. My pussy convulses spilling liquid cream onto her fingers.
Jamie slides her wet fingers up to the entrance to my behind. I tense anticipating pain. She presses two fingers into me the cream from my pussy easing the way. I'm sore from being used so many times in the time since I came here. I clench around Jamie's fingers intensifying the pain. There's not one moment when I embraced the pain or when the throbbing in my clit consumed me it all became one sensation pleasure/pain. I melted into it. Embraced it. I needed my behind used plunged into and spread open. I ached to the very center of my pussy with need for that and more. I even craved the spankings, the humiliating, the submission.
Jamie's fingers left me. I waited anticipating, fearing what would come next. The song of the paddle then the stinging burn. I jumped startled and in pain. Several strokes on each cheek. I worked to embrace the pain seek joy in the burn. Each cheek blazed red. I cried out as the first blow landed on my right thigh. Tears filled my eyes. Several blows to each thigh starting low then inching higher towards my pussy.
The first stroke across my pussy made me scream more in surprise than pain. Several more strokes held me frantic. Jamie continued to spank my pussy with the paddle each stroke demanded my attention brining slight pain but surprisingly pleasure as well.
My pussy flowed soaking wet, lips glistening with rich milky cream. The pressure of the paddle on my swollen clit jerked pleasure from me with each blow. My pussy flowered my mind refused. My clit so swollen and engorged. In a wave I released myself embracing the pleasure of being on my knees. Restrained as a slave. My ass and thighs blazing from a spanking. My pussy swollen, lips spread soaked with juices. I felt humble, humiliated, feminine, sexual. I arched my pussy into the sting of another stroke. The paddle smashed my clit bringing pain giving erotic pleasure.
Again the flood filled my pussy. Again the wave built. I begged for each blow. Begged Jamie to spank my pussy and make me cum. I begged to be her slave. The wave engulfed me with pure pleasure. My pussy thickened tight, milking. Like a tide of pleasure if rose to the surface spilling cum across the paddle soaking it with my essence. Jamie spanked me through my orgasm demanding through my clit that I cum one more spasm spill more milky cream.
I lay panting, fighting for breath. The pleasure, pain sending pulses through my body. I throbbed. I felt a twinge of fear that I'd never be able to catch my breath or that the spasms pulsing through my body would never stop. I wasn't sure whether to be happy or frightened.
I groaned in protest when Jess removed the strops from my ankles. I wasn't ready to be released yet, couldn't muster the energy to move.
Jess led me by my collar to Jamie. She lay on reclined on a narrow mattress. Her legs parted, supported by cushions on either side. Her hips rested on the edge exposing her behind, her pussy.
Jess led me to her positioned me so that I knelt between her legs. Jess guided my mouth to her breast. "Suck your mistresses nipples, show her how grateful you are for your pleasure," Jess commanded. I felt exhausted but Jamie's nipples were hard beautiful the need to taste them engulfed me. My mouth watered with need. Each sensual bud drawn up into brown berries. I desperately needed to feel them against my tongue.
I swiped my tongue over the right peak savored it then turned to the left. I swirled each nipple around my tongue tasting, teasing. I hungered to suck her deep into my mouth but I savored the sensation of her against my tongue too much to give in. I flicked my tongue back and forth across each nipple. With no warning, even to myself I sucked her nipple deep into my mouth. So warm, so hard yet soft. Jamie's nipple was pure sensual pleasure filling my mouth. Like a greedy slave I nursed each nipple, sucking, licking even biting.
Jamie pushed my face to her pussy. I groaned in protest at having her nipples taken from me. I groaned in rapture when the scent of her pussy filled my nose.
Jamie pushed my head lower until my mouth hovered poised at the crinkled opening of her behind. Her scent musky the thought of licking her there makes me want to rebel. Jamie pressed my mouth to her. I accepted, learning by submission. I pressed the tip of my tongue to her opening. She tasted musky, feminine. I felt humble, felt eager. I anticipated giving pleasure to my new mistress anticipated the feeling of serving her this way. The depth of submission had my pussy clenching, my clit pulsing.
Eager to submit hungry to please I licked her entrance back and forth in long sensual strokes. She was tight, puckered under my tongue. Her hands pressed my mouth harder against her behind. I pressed my tongue against the opening. Probed with the tip of my tongue pushing into her. She squeezed around my tongue. With my thumbs I spread her wider. Opening her entrance so I could press my tongue deeper into her. Feeling joy in my surrender I embraced her pleasure. A sensual rhythm, thrust then withdraw, licking stroking. Each stroke with my tongue bound me to Jamie branded my soul in submission to her.
Jamie's cries of pleasure rang through the air. I pulsed and throbbed in response. I welcomed the feel of Jess's hands closing around my hips. Anticipated and begged for what I hoped would come next. My tongue plunged into Jamie's ass shoved deeper bringing more pleasure to both of us when Jess sank deep and hard into mine. I cried out in pleasure gasped in pain. His strokes sent my tongue deeper into Jamie's ass. With my mouth I begged her, worshiped her, sought to please her.
She lifted my mouth to her pussy. Hungry, thirsty I drank the nectar she spilled for me. Like creamy syrup she leaked into my mouth. I buried my tongue inside her then scooped out cream. She guided my mouth up to her clit. I opened to her, lapped her with my tongue. Her sensual bud pulsed in my mouth throbbed against my tongue. My only focus only need was the beautiful pussy against my mouth. Jamie rubbed her clit against my teeth. I sucked her then held her trapped in my mouth. I flicked her clit with my tongue, stroked it.
Jess increased the tempo in my ass. He plunged into me hard slamming his hips against the cheeks of my behind. His hands held me by my hips giving him leverage to plunge into me harder, deeper. I unconsciously matched the tempo with my mouth. Jamie's clit throbbed under my tongue. Instinctively I knew she was building, her cum rushing to the surface, her body ready to explode.
Jamie smashed my mouth to her clit. I held her, sucked her, stroked her. He pussy spasmed under my mouth, her cries charged the air. I sucked and licked milking her clit drawing her through waves of orgasm.
Jess pumped into me deep, so very deep. His thrusts fast and sure. My body clenched. I knew he was building felt him deep inside me lengthening, thickening. Warm rich cum exploded filling my ass. Rich cum spilled from Jamie's pussy filling my mouth. My pussy exploded flooding me with ecstasy. So hot, so wet, so right. Pure fulfillment warmed my soul, sang through my body.
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