Intimatters

Just like for our heroine, the saga continues in Moonmagiclady’s epic erotica masterpiece.

On Loan Part VIII
By moonmagiclady

Kneeling is awkward without the use of my hands, but I obey as gracefully as possible.  I shiver in the light island breeze that has arrived with evening, the sweet scent of pikaki flowers is carried through the air to me, and the ocean drifts underneath it… we aren’t far from the water here.  The next hand of poker passes in a blur, and the winner with a straight is the man who had earlier refused to allow me to touch him.

He reaches into the bag and pulls out a dildo and an anal plug both with rings on the bottom.  I go over to him on my knees and he unbuckles the strap between my legs then orders me into his lap facing onto the table.  While the next hand is dealt, his fingers are rubbing softly around my clit, the teasing, almost-touch driving me insane.  Lost, I am soon arching my back up in his laps, thrusting my breasts out for fresh abuse.

Reaching around me, he caresses my breasts, running his hand over the bottom of them, then sliding up to hold my nipple.  I feel the dildo pushing up against my wet pussy, and with very little trouble (due to my sopping wetness,), it slides deep inside of me.  The man whispers into my ear for me to clench my muscles around it, and as I do, he turns it on high and pinches my nipple hard.

I give a small scream between sealed lips, and then almost attempt to squirm away when his finger slides into my ass.  The feeling of having his finger in my ass and the vibrator buzzing away in my pussy is ecstasy, so full and aroused.  Another finger squirms it’s way in, my own juices more than adequate for this, and I whimper into the air.  I feel empty when he pulls out his fingers, but that sensation doesn’t last.

I feel the anal plug sliding into and stretching open my ass.  I whimper and moan, bu the man shows me no mercy, only pinching my nipples harder, moving his tight pinch from one side to the other, and ordering me again to clench my muscles, solely to make the penetration take longer.  I struggle to obey, feeling every millimeter of it slide in me.  I give a small moan in relief as I feel my muscles tighten around the narrow base of the toy, the full and heavy feeling of it in me.

The man laces the strap through the rings, then tightens it again, even tighter then the first time.  The sweet agony of the strap against my sensitive pussy lips is now overwhelmed by the stuffed and quite distracting sensation of the toys inside me.  Slapping his hand against the strap, driving the violating toys slightly deeper, the man smiles.  I moan when ordered again to return to my Dom and kneel.

Adding to my humiliation, and making sure I don’t get a rest, the men have played the last hand while their partner was filling me up with toys.  The first man has won another hand, and I see the four clips in his hand and begin to wonder if I am over my head.  My Dom takes a moment to ask me if I want to use a safe signal, I consider it, and then adamantly decide against it.  My Dom is here to make sure I am uninjured, and I am pretty damn sure I can take anything they want to dish out within limits that have been established beforehand. I shake my head stubbornly and see the grin that crosses his face just before a blindfold dangling from his hand covers my vision.

I am guided over to the first man again and my inner thighs slapped hard to encourage me to spread my legs far apart.  I whimper into the cool air as first my nipples, then my pussy lips to both sides of the strap are cruelly decorated with pinching clips that successfully distract me from the fight I am having with myself not to climax.

The tumbling, wavelike successions of pleasure and pain, the dual feeling of being stuffed, but bound tight by the bonds, the constant non giving pinch of the clips on my breasts and cunt, even the feeling of the smooth strap cutting into my punani while it pressed against my clit.  They all blur, tumble and whirl together until I become dizzy.  My Dom catches me as my knees give, and guides me to kneel again on my cushion.

I want to brush the blindfold against my arm, I want to SEE who is going to be next to torment and tease me, but I strive to be obedient.  I’m just a little slut pet, remember?  After what feels like an eternity in this tormented darkness, I am urged to rise and guided to the side of the table where I haven’t been.  A thumb is pushed between my lips and I obediently open my mouth, expecting a ball gag to be slid inside.

Instead, a wide metal ring wedges my mouth open, and prongs to the side touch my skin.  It’s called a spider gag, and although I’d never used one, I’d seen them in pics.  It surprises me not at all for it to fit in perfectly with the straps buckled on my body.  I wonder how much longer the game will go, but then find that perhaps it is done.

Abruptly, I am pushed backwards onto the grass, my arms still behind my back, and one of the men straddles my face.  He pushes through the ring and begins to fuck my throat, each gag causing either a chuckle from him, or a comment from one of the watching me.  Nasty words, “Slut, fuckhole, whore and cunt” are whispered harshly into my ears.  The hard use roars my encroaching orgasm even higher, and I wiggle my hips into the air, actually trying to cause the vibrator and anal plug to push harder up inside me.

The man uses my mouth, then without warning, pulls back to shoot his cum all over my face and hair.  Fingers wipe it off my cheeks and feed it onto my tongue, I swallow and dart my tongue out again, begging with my body and mouth to please the next man.  My pleas are answered as I am brought again to kneeling for another man to use my mouth. His rhythm is completely different than the first man, his cock thicker and slightly shorter, hitting my throat in a different spot.  I run my tongue over the ridge of his head as he pulls towards the end of his stroke, then swallow frantically as he pushes deep into my throat to fill my mouth with his jism.

I can’t think at this point.  My body is going insane with the need for all the sensations to narrow into a blinding orgasm for myself.  My Dom laughs at me, squirming with my ass in the air, and pulls me up onto my knees.  A few adjustments to straps and buckles, and the strap between my legs is gone, along with the fat plug in my ass.  My arms are also unbound to place me on my hands and knees and more tears had follow as the host of the party pushes my face down onto his cock and requests my Dom to add to the marks on my ass while he uses my mouth.

My Dom’s belt lays more than 15 strokes across my ass before the host finishes deep in my throat as well, each blow to my ass causing his cock to jump a little in enjoyment.  He wipes my spittle and a few last drops of his sweet jism across my cheek while he pulls out of my mouth and I close my eyes to savor every sensation rushing in my body.

The blindfold is removed and I gaze up into the eyes of my Dom.  He asks me if I want an orgasm now, and I nod my head vigorously.  My body is so in need of relief that my juices drip down my leg at the very idea of being allowed to cum.  I am given one command… “Beg.”

Released to use words, my pride is gone as I kneel at his feet and pleas fall from my mouth as I beg and plead for an orgasm.  He smiles and tells me to stand, and then bend over the table.  Commanding me to keep my eyes open, the three other men looking on, he places one hand in the small of my back, and then slides it up to pull my head back by the hair.  All three men watching my expression, with no further warning, he slowly slides his cock balls deep into my tight ass.

I’m struggling… struggling not to cum, struggling because I have not yet been given permission to cum, only given permission to beg.  He begins to fuck my ass, commanding me to beg for my orgasm again.  Filthy words and pleas, calling myself every nasty name I’ve ever heard in life or in fantasy, I beg for permission to cum.  He fucks me harder, both hands grasping my hips now, clipped breasts rubbing hard against the table, the clips on my pussy brushing against his leg occasionally and still I beg to cum.

I scream into the air as he slams hard into me, pulls me back by my hair and reaches under me to grab my breasts hard.  Agony and ecstasy swim through my body as I feel his cock twitch inside me and his command is softly spoken for me to cum.  Not a split second passes before every muscle in my body is in ecstasy, endorphins and adrenalin rushing through my blood as my squirming clenching muscles pull his own orgasm from him and he fills me up with his cum.  My world spins, I dip close to passing out while sparkles hit along the edge of my spine.  Finally, the orgasm lasting for an eternity of eternities, we collapse together against the table and for long moments, I cannot even move.

Before exhaustion or afterglow has a chance to completely set in, he slides out of me and without warning puts the plug back in me.  I whimper and almost argue when he tightens the strap between my legs and then commands me to crawl to each man and thank them.  The host is Asian, and he laughs when I thank him for his hospitality.  Looking at my Dom, he mentions that he would like to meet my Master when he comes over, and my Dom suggests perhaps another night of cards.  I shudder at the thought, but even I don’t know if it’s in anticipation, fear, or both.

The harness is left on me, the toys inside me as our host guides me to a bedroom to sleep in for the few hours before I must make it to my continuing ed class in the morning.  He informs me that my Dom has said I am to sleep like this, as a punishment for my initial hesitation when commanded to perform oral sex for each man.  I am so exhausted and satiated at this point, I can only nod and collapse onto the futon when it opened up for me.  In the morning, my host will drop me off at class, as my Dom will probably be awake for several more hours with the blonde girl who had greeted us at the door.

Tomorrow… after my class is over, my Dom will pick me up and take me shopping for some “appropriate clothes” for the evening.  Wondering just what that might entail, I drift off into sweet dreams of further torment and temptation…