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It was the first rainfall for over three months in a city aching for relief from the summer heat, and the sweet, dusty smell kicked up from the sidewalk was almost intoxicating. Straight ahead, the neon sign flickered sporadically as those initial droplets of rain hit, illuminating the otherwise gloomy alley with bursts of pink light. “DESIRE” they called it, but it might as well have been called ‘NEED’ – the need for tongues, and fingers, and cocks stuffed into every hole, over and over again. Model employee; respected boss; it didn’t matter. The need was hers and hers alone - the dirty little secret that her family and co-workers must never find out about.

Kate sighed as she neared her destination, but didn’t hesitate; ignoring the curious stares of a couple of hookers as she crossed the street without bothering to check for traffic. Not that many cars frequented this part of downtown anyway, certainly not at night. Anyone loitering in this district after dark either wanted to get high or get fucked and Kate wasn’t much interested in getting high.

She was dressed as instructed in a black, knee-length overcoat that was belted tightly shut, providing her only protection against the inclement weather; and black four-inch heels that clacked loudly on the sidewalk with each step. Her makeup was minimal – dark red lipstick; dark grey eyeliner – and her shoulder-length red hair had been curled up and pinned into place for the evening.

Master was waiting for her arrival, opening the door at the third knock just wide enough to let her into the building, allowing access to a narrow, dimly lit corridor that smelled faintly of stale tobacco and sweat, and which always looked much longer than the twelve or so paces she had committed to memory. She stared up at him as the door was firmly bolted shut behind her. Master was two or three inches north of six-foot, with a broad-shouldered, gym-honed body that wasn’t purely for show. Kate knew her companion had competed in various martial arts tournaments over the years and despite his obvious bulk, he moved as lithely as a dancer; a heady mix of coiled energy and grace.

Tonight, he wore a tailored black tuxedo with matching bowtie; the pristine white linen shirt standing in marked contrast against the suit’s darker fabric. He’d cut his hair close to the scalp again, which Kate always liked, and he’d freshly shaved too; his strong jaw was finally freed from the week-old beard he’d sported earlier that day, and Gaultier aftershave subtly filled the space around him. Master’s nose had been broken and reset more than once, lending a pleasing imperfection to otherwise perfectly handsome features; but it was his eyes she instinctively gravitated to – light blue, almost icy eyes that seemed capable of cutting through any bullshit or hesitation.

Kate wanted nothing more than to for him to force her up against the hard steel door and fuck her until she could take no more and came there and then, impaled on his thick cock whilst the hookers on the street corner opposite heard her cry out. But tonight he had other plans. She would have to wait a while longer before he would take his pleasure with her, and she trembled, her cunt already wet with anticipation, thinking about what was waiting for her deep in the bowels of the club.

As she waited for his command, the unbidden question resurfaced n the back of her mind: why am I doing this?

And as ever, the answer whispered from some dark, inner place: because you need to. Because you love being his slutty whore.

***

Jason had oozed confidence from the minute he’d set foot in her office.

He’d been her final interviewee for the day - a last minute addition to the list after an old friend forwarded her his resume - and she’d been taken aback when the tall, handsome young man came through and took a seat without even asking, as if he owned the place and Kate was nothing but a sitting tenant awaiting his arrival. Yet despite her initial reservations, she found herself entranced as they began talking; Jason effortlessly answering every question thrown at him whilst simultaneously parrying with his own, displaying detailed knowledge of the industry that had Kate re-evaluating things she’d previously taken as gospel.

Somewhere along the way, the conversation slipped from the professional to the personal, and the allocated forty minutes rocketed to almost two hours. Almost ten years her junior, he'd just celebrated his thirtieth birthday in Las Vegas with a group of close buddies he’d made whilst completing his MBA; and Kate laughed as he described how they’d dressed up as Elvis impersonators, gate crashing two weddings and a bat mitzvah. Even as she walked him to the door she was already offering him the job; when she’d shook his hand goodbye, she felt a jolt of electricity course through her body. Later, as she sat alone at her desk confirming his contract, Kate realised that the fabric of her panties was soaking.

Jason started with the firm the following Monday.

It took him just two weeks to make the first move.

Kate was working late again, eyes glued to her laptop, assuming she was the only one left in the building, when the knock came and she looked up to find Jason standing in the open doorway, his suit jacket folded neatly over one arm.

“I’m heading home,” he said. “Are you going to be staying much longer?”

Kate looked at her watch, raising her eyebrows. “Shit - I didn’t realise the time.

Maybe another twenty minutes or so, then I’ll call it quits.”

She’d expected him to leave then but instead he nodded, strolling into the office as he usually did without being invited, laying his jacket on the leather sofa by the door and pointing towards a table pushed up against one wall, which held a selection of charts and diagrams.

“Are those the new plans?” he asked.

“They came through this afternoon, but I haven’t had a chance to review them all yet.” She stood and came around to where Jason was already leafing through the documents. Nudging him to one side, she selected a cardboard tube from the top of the pile, pulled out the rolled plans tucked inside and smoothed the papers out across the table, bending over slightly to prevent them from curling back up again. “Here,” she said, “these are for the Layman project.

Her heart quickened as he pushed up close behind her, leaning over her shoulder as he eyed up the draughtsman’s work. “I see,” he said, his lips lightly brushing her earlobe.  “And those?”

Jason reached around, pointing to part of the plans close to where her hand pinned the document down. Kate blushed and tried to focus her attention. “Those? They’re for the... the...” She realised she was stammering, but couldn’t get her words out.

God, he smells so inviting!

Still pushed in close behind her, almost pinning her against the table with his body, Jason nuzzled her earlobe gently with his mouth.

“Fascinating,” he said, withdrawing the hand back to rest atop Kate’s own; but it was his other hand that she was more interested in. Having been slowly sliding across her ass since the conversation began, it had finally come to a halt against the bare skin of her leg, just above her knee where the hem of her dress ended.

Now, it slowly pushed upwards, bunching the fabric with it as it ascended on its slow, inevitable ascent to her sex. Kate continued staring at the framed photo of her graduation day, her younger self staring back at her from the far side of the table; heart pounding as his fingers traced a lazy line upwards along her inner thigh. You could end this now - before following that thought up with the equally treacherous response: No - no, you couldn’t, because you don’t want to end this.

She gasped as his hand finally brushed up against her panties and began rubbing at her pussy through the fabric, fingers curling slightly as he ran them back and forth along her slit.

“Someone’s very wet,” Jason purred into her ear, Kate’s breath quickening in time with the movement of his hand. “So very, very wet...”

This last statement was said as his fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric protecting her modesty, plunging straight into her pussy, his thumb pushing its way between her unresisting ass cheeks to rub against the puckered rosebud of her anus. Kate bucked her hips back to meet his knuckles as she tried to prevent him withdrawing, her breathing coming in short, sharp gasps as she writhed towards orgasm.

It was if her pussy had been laying dormant, waiting for the return of its owner. Now, at Jason’s unfamiliar yet familiar touch, it suddenly became alive as if for the first time as he ran his fingers between the soft folds of her vulva and plunged them inside, twisting them gently to stroke the sensitive areas hidden within, revelling in her complete abandonment to everything except her pleasure; her sex weeping and dripping as he increased his pace.

In just a few short minutes, it was all over - Kate crying out loudly as she came with Jason’s fingers buried deep inside her until finally he withdrew and took a step back, allowing her room to straighten up and turn to face him.

He held out his hand, fingers still glistening from Kate’s orgasm. “Suck them clean,” he said.  Kate stared at him, hesitating; and Jason shook his head, his face suddenly stern. “I said, suck my fingers clean,” he repeated in the same, calm voice.

Silently, Kate leaned forward and took his hand in one of hers, bringing his fingers up to her mouth and popping them in one by one, licking them clean of her juices.  It was the first time she’d ever tasted herself, and she was surprised at how much she enjoyed the tangy sexual odour that touched her palate. Finally satisfied, Jason withdrew his hand and stepped back, unzipping his flies.

“My turn, I think,” he said, and without hesitation this time, Kate dropped to her knees in front of him, reaching for his cock.

***

With the door bolted behind her, Master waited patiently whilst Kate undid the belt holding her long overcoat in place and slid it off h er shoulder, handing it to him. Underneath, she wore nothing but a black garter-belt and a pair of black stockings; the seam running up the back of her legs and visually exaggerating their length. Years of yoga and regular gym sessions had helped her retain her slim figure, even after childbirth; and although her tits were not as big as some of her friend’s, they remained pert and firm. Tonight the tufts of curls just above her sex were neatly trimmed to a small section, leaving her puffy labia clearly visible between her legs; and having removed the jacket, she ran her hands briefly along her thighs as if smoothing out a skirt that wasn’t there.

Aside from the lingerie, the only other item of clothing Kate wore was a leather dog collar fastened loosely around her neck; and after neatly hanging her jacket up on a wall hook close to the door, Master withdrew a length of steel chain and attached it to the hook on the collar.

“You did as requested?” he asked, staring down at her, his face unreadable in the dull light cast by a single bulb located further down the corridor.

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

Kate carefully recited her evening’s movements.  She’d followed his instructions to the letter - parking close to the metro, under a streetlight to provide extra illumination.  There, she’d exited the car, stripping naked in the car lot and taking care to fold her work clothes, laying them on the backseat of her Range Rover before retrieving the collar, stockings, garter and heels from where they’d been stored. The last item of clothing had been the overcoat, and she'd been freezing by the time she gratefully scrambled into it, her skin covered in goose-bumps.

Of course, there’d been one part of her anatomy that had been red hot, despite the outside temperature.

Master waited until she’d finished before asking: “Did anyone see you?”

She blushed, averting her eyes to the floor. “Yes.”

“Did that turn you on?”

He didn’t wait for the answer, instead reaching down and running his forefinger along the length of Kate’s vulva, smiling as he examined the glistening evidence of her arousal before glancing over his shoulder as a door opened briefly, letting a sliver of light spill out into the otherwise gloomy corridor, accompanied by a sharp bray of laughter.  When he returned his gaze to her, for the first time since she’d known him, Master seemed hesitant; almost afraid.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” he asked, softly.

Kate nodded. “Yes,” she said, reaching up with her hand to gently cup his face. “More than anything I’ve ever wanted. I need to do this. I’m ready.”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss her before taking the chain in his hand, leading her down the corridor towards the laughter and the light.

***

Jason.

Master.

The nicknamed seemed so perfect.

It began with little instructions. Sometimes, these were late night text messages ordering Kate not to bother wearing panties for work the following day (she didn’t; Jason rewarding her obedience with a knee-trembling lunchtime orgasm in her office, Kate squirting over his face as he ate her pussy). Others were little post-it notes left on her desk, tucked away under files or other papers, telling her exactly what he planned on doing to her when they were alone. In all of these, Kate gave herself unhesitatingly to Jason’s total control.

Gradually, without either of them really noticing it, the afterhours fucking in the office moved to his apartment where Jason introduced toys to their sessions, soon following these up with restraints – simple silk ties, steel handcuffs and spreader bars at first, and later by complex shibari rope-work that enabled him complete access to her body without Kate being able to resist. Not that she had any intentions of denying him anything. Jason had woken something inside her that she never knew existed and to her surprise and delight, she found herself shedding long-held inhibitions.

It was late; Kate moaning away through her third orgasm of the evening as she lay on her belly on Jason’s bed. The room absolutely reeked of sex; of her sweet, tangy odour and Jason’s own scent as he ground his sweaty body atop hers, desperately trying to prolong his own climax.

He’d hogtied her using a beautifully intricate series of knots, arching her back lightly to attach her wrists to her ankles, leaving her legs spread wide open so that he easily fit his own body between them as he slowly worked his way into her tight anus. It was only Kate’s third attempt at anal sex, all of them with Jason, and she soon found herself craving the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure of having her rectum stretched by his thick cock. Tonight, he’d pushed through yet another one of her boundaries by introducing a vibrator into her pussy first, so that both her entrances were being filled at the same time.

“Fuck!” Jason muttered, feeding the last few inches of his penis into her hole. “I’m not sure how longer I can last!”

“Please, just a bit...mmff! Just a... mmm... harder! Push harder, Jason!”

Kate moaned softly as her lover withdrew his cock, leaving just the head inside her opening for a few seconds as he teased her, drawing out the pleasure before burying himself back to the hilt in one quick push. Despite her restraints she tried to wriggle, frustrated as she kept reaching the limits of movement available to her as she tried to match his thrusts by pushing back onto his erection, desperately seeking his release and her own orgasm. Failing to budge against the ropes she tried a different tack, squeezing her ass muscles tightly around his cock, smiling to herself as her persistence was rewarded by a groan of pleasure from Jason. She felt his hand brush her thigh as he reached between her legs to flick a switch on the vibrator, changing the way it pulsed; whimpering as the warm fuzziness in her pussy changed from shallow waves of pleasure into an oncoming tsunami of orgasm. She squeezed her ass tightly again.

“Please,” she said. “Cum in me. I want to feel you cumming in my ass.”

Jason slowly withdrew his cock, pausing with the fat mushroom head almost completely out of her bottom.

“What did you say?” he asked.

“No! No! Push it back in! I need it in me now!” Kate wailed, helplessly thrashing under his body as she begged.

“I asked you a question,” Jason said, pulling his cock completely free now. Kate could feel her asshole pucker as if it couldn’t believe it was empty and only sought to be filled once more. “What did you say?”

“I said, I want you to cum in me! I want you to cum in my ass!”

“Whose ass?”

“My ass! Please, please! I need you to cum in my ass!”

“I said, whose ass?”

“Yours! It’s all yours, just please – please put your fat cock back inside!”

She screamed in pleasure as he spread her buttocks wide open, plunging his cock into her stretched rectum until his hips collided with hers. He gave a series of quick thrusts – three, four; then she felt his hard cock swell inside her as her came, flooding her insides as he emptied his balls deep into her anal canal. Kate writhed as her own orgasm hit with enough force to push the vibrator clean from her pussy, soaking the bed-sheets under her crotch.

For a few minutes they collapsed; Jason almost immobile atop Kate as exhaustion overcame them, before slowly withdrawing his softening member from her backside and beginning the painstaking job of unpicking the knots. Afterwards, they lay side by side, his arms wrapped around her, Kate’s head on his chest.

“That was fucking amazing,” she said, kissing his torso. “I don’t know how we can top that. Fuck! I’ve never cum so hard!”

Jason laughed softly. “There’s much more out there, if you want to explore things further.”

“Really?”

“Sure. But some of it gets pretty intense. I mean, it’s just the two of us, but there are clubs where--”

“Where?”

“Where you can really push boundaries and see how far you’re willing to go.”

She pushed herself away upright, turning to face Jason, her green eyes seeking and holding his gaze.

“All the way,” she said. “I want to try everything. I want you to help me experience it all.”

***

The door at the end of the corridor opened into a large room with narrow clerestory windows placed high along the walls, the panes painted black as added security against snoopers. Plain oak doors on the far side of the room led further into the club, to private rooms, semi-secluded snugs, and an intimidating looking dungeon for those more interested in that side of their sexuality; and the floor was covered in a patterned vinyl designed to look like hardwood floors. A thick red shag-pile rug covered a large square portion of the room’s centre, with comfortable-looking red fabric couches arranged in a horseshoe shape on three sides of the rug. A well-stocked bar ran the length of one of the walls, and soft, indirect lighting emanated from lamps strategically placed throughout the room.

Usually, this was the public area of the club where sexual activity was restricted to light petting and discreet fondling; but tonight the owner had acquiesced to Master’s suggestions, clearing most of the room’s furniture to one side and freeing up the central space.

Kate glanced around her as they entered. There were about twenty or so people waiting for them, most in various states of undress, and she nodded to a couple of familiar faces.  The crowd was an easy-going mixture of white and black club members, with ages ranging from mid-twenties to early-fifties although only two of the waiting members were women - both nude and kneeling on the rug, giving blowjobs to an eager group of men jostling each other as they vied to be next in line. Kate watched as one of the women – a petite blonde who taught at the local high school – took two men on at once, moaning contentedly as their thick cocks stretched her mouth.

A low wooden table had been placed on the final edge of rug not bordered by a couch, a thick steel ring bolted through the frame at one end, and Master led her over to it.

“Up,” he said.

She obeyed, clambering up and supporting herself on all fours as Master took the length of chain and ran it through the steel ring, bolting it with a padlock he withdrew from his jacket pocket as Kate tentatively moved her neck, testing the length. To her relief, she could raise her head slightly without choking herself, although she would be more or less tethered to the bench unless she could unpick the lock.

Satisfied that she was restrained appropriately, Master knelt by the side of the bench, stroking her hair.

“Still sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“Yes,” Kate said, feeling the familiar tingle of excitement as her cunt began to weep, ready for what was coming. “I’m sure.”

Master nodded, kissing her. Then he stood up and made his way to the bar, settling into a high stool that afforded him a perfect view of the room as some of the men not currently enjoying the attentions of the two women wandered over, running hands along Kate’s helpless body.

***

The first time He'd introduced her to the various happenings at the club, Kate didn’t know whether to laugh or recoil in shock. The only thing she knew for certain was how aroused it made her.

There were ‘vanilla’ couples of course; those who believed that two people fucking was more than enough, even if the partner they came with wasn’t necessarily the same partner they arrived at the club with. There were threesomes, foursomes and orgies; multi-limbed tangles of eroticism, men and women alike, exploring each others’ bodies with an excited sense of freedom and abandonment of conventional normality - whatever that word meant.

Kate saw women with women, mounting each other in the classic soixante-neuf position, eager mouths glued to wet cunts as their spouses watched, masturbating furiously until all four climaxed in one synchronised moment of bliss; the men shooting thick ropes of cum over their companions. Another man proudly led his wife down a line of naked men, letting her take each willing volunteer one by one in her mouth until they came, swallowing their seed with obvious enjoyment; whilst yet another woman fucked two men at once, bucking wildly as her orgasm hit with one in her mouth, the other in her pussy.

But it was the gangbang that caught her attention most of all.

It was their fourth time at Desire; and on all previous three occasions, Kate and Master played the role of voyeur – neither engaging with other patrons at the club, nor bothering to indulge themselves, Kate still preferring the privacy of her office or Jason’s apartment.  This night started out no different as the pair of them made the rounds, watching others engage in their carnal activities - until she appeared.

There was no recollection of ever having seen her, or any of the four men accompanying her, before. Like Kate, she had shoulder-length red hair and pale skin, but there the similarities ended. This woman was more voluptuous and curvy, with plump, soft-looking breasts, large, pale-pink nipples, and a full, unshaved pubis region. Kate and Master were in one of the larger rooms located deep inside the club, seated on the low padded bench that ran around the room and offered voyeurs the chance to enjoy the action in comfort, and they watched as the group entered; the woman leading her first lover to the centre of the room and laying him down on his back, mounting him in one smooth movement, her eyes widening and then closing in satisfaction as she felt him enter her. After a few moments they were joined by two more of the woman’s lovers.

The first of these moved around to face her head on and Kate watched the woman reach out, her wedding ring catching the light as she encircled his swollen cock with her hand and bent her head closer to take him into her mouth. The second man moved to mount her from the rear, and Kate heard her grunt in surprise as he thrust his cock into her ass before all three men started to move with practised ease; each using the woman for his own personal gratification, and the woman taking on all three men for her’s.

“It’s called being ‘airtight’,” Master said, leaning in close to whisper into Kate’s ear.

“’Airtight’?”

“It’s what they call it when a woman has all three holes filled at the same time – pussy, mouth and ass. Does it arouse you?”

“Very much,” Kate sighed, one hand straying underneath her dress, feeling the damp patch forming on her panties; the other reaching over to stroke Master’s erection through his pants, her eyes never leaving the scene being played out in front of them.

Unconcerned with the onlookers, the trio of men continued to fuck the woman at their centre. The two men concerned with her pussy and asshole had moved into a rhythm of their own so that as one withdrew, the other was already plunging back inside her, jolting her back and forth with such vigour that all the third man receiving the attentions of her mouth had to do was stand and let the woman’s throat slide along his thick cock with each thrust made by his companions.

In the meantime, the fourth man circled the action, stroking his erection and murmuring encouragement to the woman and her lovers. As he passed by them, Kate noticed that he too wore a wedding ring similar to the woman’s own; and the realisation that he was her husband almost made Kate climax as she frantically rubbed her clitoris though the soaking fabric of her underwear.

The three men fucking his wife suddenly sped up their movements; particularly the man concerned with the woman’s anus who had gripped onto her hips tightly, his eyes closed and his teeth gritted as groaned, flooding her insides with cum. His climax seemed to spur his companions on and it wasn’t long before the man buried inside her pussy gave a soft grunt, matched by the woman’s own moans of pleasure as the two of them came together, closely followed by the man she’d been using her mouth on, who withdrew his cock just in time to fire several thick ropes of semen over her face and hair.

It was all Kate needed to push her over the edge as well and she shuddered as orgasm ripped through her, one hand busy working at her pussy, the other tightly squeezing Master’s thick cock through the fabric of his pants and he gave a low growl in response.

“Not yet! Not yet” he said, grabbing her hand with his own, trying desperately not let her make him cum.

Finally recovered from their show, the little group they’d been watching slowly disentangled themselves from each other. Joking with each other, the three men exited first, slowly followed by the married couple; the husband still sporting his erection, his arm casually draped around his wife’s shoulders as she led him, cock first, from the room.

Behind them, still seated but now finally alone, Kate grabbed Master’s face with both hands and pulled his lips to hers, feeling him slip his tongue into the soft velvet wetness of her mouth as she practically drank him in her lust. Finally, she pulled away and stared deep into his eyes.

“That!” she said. “I want that! Can you arrange it?”

“If you want to have three guys fucking you, I’m sure it can be--”

Kate smiled, and smiled at him. “No, she said. “Not just three guys. I want more. I want to be fucked and filled completely.”

***

Kate moaned as unseen strange hands wandered over her body, stroking her bottom, pinching her nipples, rubbing her vulva and clitoris and feeling her wetness; her eyes never moving from Master’s as he steadily held her gaze from across the room. Then she felt someone scoop up her leg and lift it to one side as he slid under her, laying on the bench until Kate moved back into place and sank down onto his cock, her soaking pussy swallowing his entire length in one easy movement.

Oh my God! He’s huge!

The man fucking her was a black man she judged to be his mid-forties, with soft brown eyes and a shaved head, and she could smell whiskey on his breath as he grunted away under her – not that the alcohol appeared to be affecting his performance. His cock was thick – much thicker than even Master's impressive girth – and she felt it stretching her, his length almost bottoming out against her cervix with each thrust.

He reached up to pinch one of her nipples as he fell into a languid rhythm of withdrawing almost completely, pausing for the briefest of moments, and then pushing back into her fully; and she felt her body responding to his movements, the first warm waves building deep in her core. For a moment she relaxed, concentrating on savouring the pleasures being bestowed upon her by the man she was fucking and also by the other men still running hands across her body, fingering her asshole and stroking her skin; and then someone gently cupped her face and she opened her eyes to find another erect cock waiting for her, the bulbous head red and swollen, glistening with pre-cum.

Without hesitation Kate stuck out a tongue to lick the clear fluid from his tip, and the man moaned and took this as his cue to push his cock between her lips, almost making her gag as he briefly touched the back of her throat before she reached up to grab his shaft. With one hand helping control his movements, she found she was able to take him deeper into her mouth without issues, sucking on the tip and jabbing her tongue into his little opening, making him gasp; his reaction spurring her to tighten her grip on his cock and use it to jerk him off at the same time as he fucked her mouth.

It didn’t take long.

Unlike the man still buried deep in her pussy, the man in her mouth lacked stamina. Without warning she felt him tense; his cock swelling slightly in her mouth as he suddenly grunted, frantically pushing his cock into her as he pumped semen down her throat, almost faster than she could swallow. Alongside the feeling of her pussy being stretched to its limits, it was all that was needed to tip her over the edge. Kate felt her pussy weeping sticky fluids that leaked out from between her legs with each thrust over her lover’s thick cock as she bucked her hips down hard to meet his thrusts, the orgasm washing its way through her.

The man who’d cum in her mouth barely had enough time to step aside before Kate found herself presented with the next hard cock; taking it into her mouth as eagerly as she had the first, using her hand to gently squeeze his balls to the man’s obvious enjoyment. From the corner of her eye she could see the two women still on their knees on the rug, helping keep an eager line of men hard as they waited for their turn to fuck the red-headed slut chained to the bench, and the view almost made her orgasm again as she tried to time the bobbing of her own mouth with that of the blonde school teacher. But her attention was soon diverted as she felt a finger rub and then probe her puckered asshole, and she wiggled her bottom invitingly.

The finger was covered in a thick gel, helping ease its way into her hole. After a short pause, the lone finger was followed in short order by a second, and then a third; the fingers slowly working their way in and out of her anus, curling up slightly when inside her to help stretch and massage her tight opening.

The sensation of being filled like this was almost too much, and for a moment she almost forgot about the cock in her mouth until the man gently stroked her hair, reminding her of his presence. In the meantime, the fingers stretching her asshole had withdrawn, replaced by strong hands gripping her waist. Kate felt the heat from another body as someone clambered onto the bench from behind her and she tried to relax as this latest cock gently but firmly pushed against her rectum, her sphincter slowly give way to accommodate the man’s swollen glans. Underneath her, the black man ceased moving, allowing his friend time to manoeuvre into position; and then suddenly the cock entering her anus finally pushed its way past her tight opening, and Kate could feel him working the entire length into her until she was filled completely.

I’m airtight! I’m airtight! Oh my god, I feel so full!

The slap of the man’s balls against her cunt seemed act as a starting gun for the black man under her to pick up the pace again. Somehow, without a word being exchanged, the two men enjoying Kate’s pussy and anus fell into a synchronised routine where one would slide out as the other eased his way in, so that there was always one full cock buried deep inside her, while the third man also began a routine of his own, letting her take his entire length into her mouth two or three times so that her nose nestled in his pubic hair, then withdrawing completely and running the round head of his cock along her lips before plunging back in again.

The sensation of being completely filled with cock coursed through her; wave after wave of pleasure building from nerves deep in her pussy and asshole, driven by the grunts of each man as his cock made its way in and out of her body. Kate squealed in surprise as another orgasm swiftly built its way up and began to push its way out of her in an unstoppable expansion of pure bliss threatening to engulf her senses until eventually, it reached its zenith and she cried out, muscles in her vagina and anus automatically tightening as she came violently.

Her movement seemed to trigger a chain reaction. Kate felt the man fucking her asshole tense and push his cock as far as he could inside her as he flooded her rectum with cum. His climax set off the black man in her pussy who had been holding on for some time but now, with a roar of pure satisfaction, he released rope after rope of thick semen directly into her cunt. The feeling of his seed erupting inside her set Kate off on another orgasm that ended up as a prolonged spasm involving almost every atom in her body vibrating with pleasure and for a few moments she forgot where she was, and all about the man who up to that point had been enjoying the warm wetness of her mouth. Not to be outdone by his companions, the man took matter quite literally into his own hands; and she watched, fascinated as his tight grip changed the bulbous head of his cock from angry red to deep purple and he jerked his shaft frantically before firing a series of thick, warm blasts of cum that splashed across her face and chin.

The final blasts of semen had barely hit when Kate felt the gentle rasp of a tongue tracing its way along her cheek, and she opened her eyes to find the blonde schoolteacher licking the cum off her skin.

“Hi,” the woman said, smiling; and Kate smiled back, instinctively opening her mouth as the blonde leaned in closer to share a long sensual kiss, Kate tasting the salty seminal fluid on the woman’s lips. As the blonde slowly withdrew from the embrace, Kate felt yet more hands roaming across her body, sighing contentedly as she felt the comforting hardness of yet another cock sliding into place between her slick folds.

It was going to be a long, pleasurable night.

***

Kate lost count of the number of cocks that entered her; lost count of the number of times she was double-penetrated, and made ‘airtight’. After the fifth or sixth climax, she’d been so into what was happening that the orgasms rolled out one after the other – a continual wave of pleasure only seemed to intensify with each new man pounding her holes; lasting hours as they took turns with her, sometimes more than once, until, finally exhausted and reeking of sex, Master reclaimed her as his own and rescued her from their clutches, unchaining her from the bench and carrying her into the club’s shower room.

Half-asleep as he propped her up against the tiles, she murmured softly to herself as Master gently sponging dried semen off her skin.

“Was it fun, baby?” he asked, turning the water on full to rinse her hair.

She opened her eyes slowly, shielding them from the harsh strip lighting as she gazed appreciatively at his wet, naked body.

“God, yes! I didn’t know sex could be so animalistic; so raw. It was incredible! But I think one gangbang is enough for a lifetime.”

Noting his thick erection, Kate reached out to encircle it with one hand, her thumb playing over the tip. She glanced up at him as in turn, he stared back at her.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

She smiled, reaching up to kiss him. “For you, baby, I’ve always got room for one more.”