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CHAPTER 8

Jenna spent the night with Jake in the master bedroom while Beth and I shared a bed in one of the guest bedrooms. Beth was overwhelmed by everything that had happened and fell into a deep sleep in my arms, but not before chattering away excitedly like a school girl about her rapidly developing relationship with the doctor.

Over the several years of working together in the small office, Beth had opened up to divulge the trials, pain, and frustrations of past relationships and divorce while sharing quiet moments in the office and lunch. She realized the quiet comments she was receiving in return from Jenna were the****utic and her devotion to Jenna as the result of the caring help opened her up more. In time, the quiet moments for discussion and evaluation evolved from bits at the office or lunch to early dinners of salad to nicer dinners with wine until they found themselves in the doctor’s bed.

Both women had experienced difficult relationships with men, both survived divorce, though in Jenna’s case it was she who divorced him. In Jenna’s case, she was a strong woman who deep inside craved a man who could provide a retreat from conflicts and issues she encountered on a regular basis in her work to help others. In Beth’s case, she was an indecisive woman who craved a man who could take care of her. They had both been repeatedly frustrated. Jenna understood her need to control, Beth came to understand her submissive nature only after working with the doctor.

Both women happily enjoyed sex with men but found frustration in living with them. Neither considered themselves lesbian as a result but did feel oddly comfortable in the developing personal relationship that was forming beyond the office. Bisexuality was not something either had considered before but happily embraced now. The submissive and dominant characteristics of their relationship were the impetus for Beth joining Jenna to attend my Commitment Ceremony to Jake. If their relationship were to continue in the direction it was headed, Jenna wanted her to have some idea what one such successful relationship looked like in a safe setting where it was fully visible and openly embraced. She confided to me her eagerness for her and Jenna to openly discuss their relationship in this new light.

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I was surprised when the couples arrived almost at the same time. The doorbell chimed and I looked at Jake from the kitchen. He checked his watch, then got that ‘oh, shit’ look on his face and apologized. Last night, Jake had asked the couples to arrive at an earlier time so they could talk and share without the single guys.

I was naked with my long hair in a ponytail. Given the agenda for the day, it had decided that stockings and heels may be ruined too quickly. Hence, I walked across the foyer barefoot and naked to the front door. I peeked outside just to be sure it wasn’t some religious group evangelizing. Wouldn’t that be a shock to their system, but they shouldn’t have been able to get into the neighborhood, anyway. I opened the door wide and received instant, wide smiles from all of them.

We congregated on the patio, like last night, where Jake had the patio bar ready and tubs of beer on ice. We sat in a wide circle and Jake initiated the discussion to introduce everyone a little better to each other since only a few knew others and nobody but Jake knew everybody. There was another round of congratulations and expressions of delight about the ceremony last night. They seemed comfortable with the distinction between a submissive like me and a slave the internet is prone to depict. It led us into an open, frank, and honest discussion among the couples and us. They had all been considering or already involved in sharing, swapping, group sex, and/or swinging but each had an increasing desire for a closer relationship with a group, but they had not known how or with whom to initiate it. Then, Jake, their common friend, suggested my inclusion in his life might be the catalyst. The comfort level and excitement for the potential was instant and here we were.

Per the agreement of last night, the wives would be observers and off-limits except to their husbands. The women considered all the men sharing with me as an appropriate initiation for me into the new group and the beginning of more frequent gatherings in the future. They saw it as a way for them all to explore and grow sexually and me as a group resource. Jake didn’t disagree, which was interesting to me.

I greeted the two single guys at the front door just as naked. They were a little more aggressive about greeting me than the couple had been. I suppose that shouldn’t be too surprising. As a result, both allowed a hand to slip down to my breast during our hug and kiss. And the initial kiss in the open door was very intense. I was about to close the door after greeting Carl when John drove up, so I went through the whole thing, again.

With everyone present, each having finished their first drink, I walked up behind Jake who had been sitting in the same circle with the couples. I d****d my arms over his chest with my mouth next to his ear. “I can’t take it anymore. The anticipation has me going crazy.”

April, sitting next to Jake, must have overheard. She leaned to Mike and whispered something. He leaned forward and chuckled.

I had already learned that Mike is not a timid kind of guy. He stood up, “Guys, it has come to my attention there is a submissive in the group who might go crazy if she doesn’t get some attention soon.” Everyone turned their gaze to me in unison, each with a knowing smile. Mike moved to Jake and put his hand out to me. “Come with me, submissive. Guys, strip and sit on the edge of the pool.”

I looked back at Jake. My blush was gone. In its place was a look of excitement, desire, and lust. I released Mike’s hand, strode to the pool and dove into the deep end. When I came back to the surface on the other side, the guys were naked and lining up along the edge, legs spread and soft cock waiting. I surged forward and kicked underwater, coming up at the end of the line who happened to be Sam. I took his cock in my hand, licking up the length as I gazed up at him. Then, I turned my face and opened my mouth, engulfing his cock completely. I pulled back with suction, pressed forward, back and forth. With his cock hardening, I moved to Mike, next in line. I repeated the process down the line. Before I moved to the next man in line, I put the man’s hand on his own cock and started pumping it up and down. I wanted hard cocks, but a line of six men wouldn’t be quick before returning. By the time I had gone down the line the second time, they were ready enough.

I looked over the edge of the pool to see Anita and Sarah spreading an old comforter on the grass. They had big grins on their faces. Even if they weren’t intending to actively participate, they were being fully encouraging. Then, I was more surprised. The four women stripped out of their clothes to reveal bikinis underneath and they didn’t leave the area around the comforter. I looked up at a hand being extended to me. It was Nick. He pulled me out of the pool and into his arms. My wet naked body pressed into his naked body, his hardening cock pressed between us. Soon hands from all the men were on my body from everywhere and touching me everywhere. Nick leaned into me for a kiss. Both of my breasts were being fondled, a hand was on my pussy, another finger was playing with my asshole, and hands seemed to be gliding over every bit of skin on my body.

Sudden, without warning, I was into the air. The six men held me above their heads and walked me to the comforter where I was gently placed on my back. A hard cock appeared on each side of my head. I looked back and forth, my face in full smile. I opened my mouth and engulfed one, sucking voraciously, then turning to the other one.

My legs were spread, my knees bent and pressed to the sides. I felt a weight on my pelvis an instant before I felt a cock pressing at my pussy. In the next instant, the cock was inside me, hesitated a moment, then smoothly pressed into me in short strokes, each one going further inside. I glanced to find Mike fucking me. He smiled at me. I smiled at him before returning to the cocks at my head. As I turned, I realized I was sucking the cocks of John and Carl. I quickly searched around me to find the next surprise. The other married guys were having their cocks sucked by their wives. My fluffers, apparently, keeping the guys hard while waiting their turn for me.

I felt Mike tensing. His body over me went rigid as he continued to fuck into me with jerky motions. I sensed this was getting close for him. I raised my legs over his back and pressed my groin into him, mashing our bodies together, but especially his pelvic bone into my clit. As he slammed into me and held himself deep, his body and cock quivering as he came in spurt after spurt, my own orgasm joined his. I wrapped my arms around his neck, the other cocks forgotten as my breath became ragged and my body shook.

After Mike pulled out of me, John moved deliberately between my legs, apparently happy with the missionary position, as well. One of the married men came to my mouth and so it moved in procession, one after the other. First to my mouth, then to my pussy for a fuck. Nick was third and wanted me on my knees. He slammed into me in one smooth, strong thrust. Between my own juices from the previous orgasms and the cum from the other men, his penetration of me was smooth and deep and was never in doubt.

After Nick, I looked back at Sam who came up behind my ass. “Want my ass?” I winked at him. He looked down at my asshole, then at my leaking pussy, then back to me and asked about some lubrication. “Silly man … my pussy is full of it.” I felt fingers drive into my pussy, then pressed at my asshole. I looked back on the other side to find Anita, Sam’s wife transferring the mixture from my pussy to my asshole. Sam slipped his cock into my pussy and fucked me several times as Anita kept two fingers in my ass. She was giving me the most wicked smile as she watched her husband pump into me and her fingers in my asshole. Ooooo … I am going to like this group!

Sam pulled out of my pussy and Anita’s fingers came out of my asshole, followed quickly by Sam’s cock head pressing at the opening. The lubrication and my excitement and encouragement had him inside in quick order. He gently pressed his cock into my ass, inching back and forth until he was pressed against my butt.

Then I felt myself being manhandled. Sam was pulling my upper body back to him and somebody was pulling my knees further apart. I saw Jim sitting in front of me and assumed he wanted me to suck, but he started shimming under me with his wife, Barb, assisting him. He moved his legs between mine and Sam’s and it became clear, even to my sex fogged mind. I was about to be double penetrated.

I felt Barb align Jim’s cock and he drove forward, forcing his cock into my constricted pussy with Sam’s cock in the chamber next door. My head was raised by a hand at my chin and another cock was put into my mouth. That had to be Nick. Airtight. All three cocks were moving, awkwardly, but all were moving. Nick’s cock was pressing against my throat and I struggled to relax my throat and it helped that there were so many sensations buffeting my body and holes at the same moment. Then, completely unexpectedly, both breasts were being fondled, the nipples twisted, pinched, and generally tortured.

I felt heavy breathing at my ear, followed by Barb’s voice. “God, you are a sexy slut, Lara. Just to let you know … I’m going to put some clothes on and run home to get my strap-on. Us ladies have decided that we should join in fucking you. We decided we’ve been on the receiving end of men fucking, we want to see what it is like fuck a cunt like you.” I was shocked, but at the same time, her language turned me on so much. It jumped me to another level and with that, she was gone.

I heard a female voice shout out, “Hurry, Barb. I don’t think those three are going to last very long with this cunt.” Oh, God, another one! My body jolted from my three holes being pounded simultaneously and the humiliation of the language.

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Jake stopped Barb as she was turning from the group and gathered the other three women around him. “Good. That was perfect. I just wanted to see her reaction to a little humiliation.”

“Did you see it, Jake? It looked like she almost exploded at that moment!”

He smiled. Yes, he had seen it, too. He had quietly encouraged the women to heap on some words of humiliation and for the men to simply use her, not look for her acceptance. Yes, he thought, she was responding beautifully to both.

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I had collapsed to the ground. Each of the three had climaxed within minutes of each other, delivering three more loads of cum into my holes and mouth. I greedily sucked Nick’s sperm down my throat, then cleaned his cock completely with my mouth and tongue. I looked up at him, “You’re first next time.” He smiled.

Jake was at my side with a large glass of water that I nearly drained in a rapid series of gulps. As I started to move the glass back to my lips, I saw Jake turn to the side and smile. I followed his gaze and found Barb walking toward me with the other three women alongside her. Barb was back in her bikini but around her hips was her strap-on bobbing in front of her as she walked. It was big and black. Not Jake big, but still big. I was curious how this was going to go. This was new to me, I had never been fucked by a woman before. As I watched her approach with the other three, her words returned to me saying how much she wanted to fuck a cunt like me. A cunt. She also called me a slut. Why did that make me so hot?

She marched directly to the comforter and lay on her back and smiled. I caught on pretty quick. I swung a leg over her and looked down at her as she stared up at me. Her face appeared a bit tentative, a bit uncertain and it came to me that she may have been put up to that little act. But, whoever and why didn’t have much bearing. I aligned the firm rubber cock to my pussy before slowly descending down over it. I gasped at the feel of it after the feel of the men. I felt hands on my breasts and found Barb smiling up at me with a smile that seemed relieved and expectant.

“You’ve never done this before! You’ve never had a woman fuck you. Oh, ladies … we get to be the first for her. And we get to fuck our first slut cunt.” She smiled directly at Jake and I saw his knowing smile and nod to her with some understanding or meaning. She then looked around the group, her focus on the women. “Her number of fucks just increased dramatically.” The guys laughed. The women just sent out a wave of intense anticipation.

When Barb was done, only after seeing me cry out in an intense orgasm, I rolled off her to my back. Through slit eyes, I saw the strap-on being passed to another of the women. I felt my legs opened and Sarah guided the phallus into my pussy and started humping me. She was intent and concentrating, “This feels so weird to be fucking another woman.” She looked down into my eyes, “We all agreed we would fuck you until you came. You came for the guys and now for Barb. Is it possible to have three more orgasms in series?” My eyes went wide at the realization of their intention. I had no clue. I have accepted that I am orgasmic, but … eight orgasms in a row? I wrapped my legs around her and pulled my hips into her.

I glared at her in my sexual frenzy, “Fuck me and let’s find out!”

I did. I managed an orgasm with each of the women. My own fingers and those of the other women spurring my body. God … if I hadn’t, they made it sound like I might have been fucked for hours until I did. After the last of the women, I crawled to my knees and hands. I crawled to Jake who held another glass of water for me. He was going to make me crawl to him, though. When I reached him, everyone was standing around to watch. I drank like I had just survived the desert, all the time sitting back on my heels in front of him. I took a breath and looked up at him.

“You are such a good slut, my submissive Lara. You enjoyed it, too, didn’t you?” I finished the last of the water and gasped as I lowered the glass, my eyes returning to him.

I nodded, “Yes, Sir. Very much.” I lowered my eyes and looked at him through the tops of my eyes. “Were you pleased by it, Sir?” He nodded. I smiled broadly. “Then I am even happier, Sir!” He smiled.

Then he whistled and I heard the unmistakable sound of King pounding the ground toward us. “Move into position, Lara. There is still one cock you haven’t made cum, yet.” He reached out and lifted my chin to look into my eyes. “And, you are to orgasm for him, do you understand? You are his bitch, correct?” I nodded. “Then show him what a good fucker he is with your orgasm on his cock and knot.” Good, God! Nine orgasms? The knot hitting my g-spot should help, though.

I did as Jake said. I assumed the position right where I was by raising and bracing myself with the aid of one of the chairs. I felt the cold nose of King on my ass, then his wide, long tongue on my pussy and ass. I was leaking cum from both holes and he was attracted to that smell and taste. Normally with King, I am anxious to be fucked by him, to feel and experience the uniqueness of his cock and knot inside me. This time was a bit different. I could use the soothing stimulation his tongue he brought to my well-used pussy. He didn’t delay long, though. He bounced onto my back and I felt his cock probing at my ass. I was slower than normal with him but my hand did slip between my legs to assist him in finding my hole, which I knew was still gaping and very well lubricated with the cum from the men.

In his typical and predictable canine fashion, King moved from initial penetration to frantic fucking immediately. There was no issue with penetration and his actions reflected the smoothness of the penetration. He was deep inside me immediately. His cock grew and lengthened inside me and I moaned and groaned my response to him.

The people shifted around me. I saw bare feet changing position, seeking a better viewing angle. The exhibition last night was probably stunning to them, but now King and I were right among them. The attitude and expectation coming off them were charged with new excitement, curiosity, and arousal. They had seen the knot on King last night, they seemed to want a better image of it and me now.

My breasts swung wildly below me as King pounded his cock into me. Periodically, hands would grasp them, male and female hands. My breasts would be fondled, the nipples then pinched and twisted. I felt fingers on my clit and my already open mouth released a long, guttural moan as the fingers pressed and strummed on my already throbbing and sensitive nub. For a few moments, that added stimulation distracted my mind from what was now occurring at my pussy entrance. King’s knot was forming. I often wondered if I could trap the forming knot inside my pussy and have it fully formed inside me, but his fucking is always too intense and aggressive that he always pulls it out to thrust his cock back inside. Then, his stroke becomes a little shorter as the knot is restricted at the entrance. That was what was happening now. His knot was again pounding into the outside of my pussy and despite all the fucking the men and women had provided me, despite how used my pussy was from that fucking, his knot was still larger than the others.

I felt a hand stroke my shoulder and looked to the side. Jake. His smile displayed his pleasure and he blew me a kiss. The feeling that flowed through my body at that moment was new in its intensity and assuredness. From the early moments of our forming relationship, I trusted this man. That trust quickly incorporated my love and the entirety of my focus to please and serve him. When we settled on the commitment ceremony as a public recognition of our unique relationship, there was no question in my mind as to the depth and sincerity of my commitment. Yet, in this moment, that feeling of commitment somehow took on an entirely deeper and soulful determination. Seeing the look of pleasure on his face, the look of … pride? … it created a spike of self-worth within me. It was a crystallizing moment for me: I would likely do anything he ever asked of me.

When King’s knot popped through and into my pussy, I cried out in pleasure because as soon as the knot pressed in, he pulled back to thrust back and jammed my g-spot in the process. My reaction produced numerous murmurs from the group around me. King was in the final phase of our fuck, now. His cock and knot swelled inside me and I knew his climax was very soon. But, I needed some help. The previous orgasms had worn me out. I needed some extra stimulation to satisfy Jake’s demand.

Without looking at anyone in particular, “Touch me … someone … anywhere … please, I need … I have to cum!” It was a plea for help. It was a plea from a submissive in desperate need to avoid failing her dominant. Whether the others truly understood the depth and full meaning of my plea, they responded. Hands were on my breasts, fingers at my pussy and clit, my nipples twisted and pulled. At the moment I felt King’s cock inside spasm and jerk against the walls of my pussy and the first of his spurts shot into me, I exploded, too.

His knot came out of me faster than it had ever done before, undoubtedly the result of the previous fucking, but it was still minutes of being tied together, including him turning over me so we were ass-to-ass. During that time, Jake made a point of encouraging the others, especially the women, to raise King’s tail to inspect the tie and the obscene distension of my pussy lips around the knot as King kept constant tension to break the tie. I had been tied to King so many times and it had always been a personal experience even if Jake was nearby. Sometimes, Jake might feed me his cock while I was knotted, but he rarely otherwise intruded. Now … I was on display during that defenseless moment. I was tied to the dog like his bitch and they could all see it. They looked at the distention of my pussy, the knot just inside pulling to come out. Then, they looked at me. I had trouble even trying to hold their gaze. I never before felt so much like nothing more than a dog’s bitch.

When the knot pulled out of me, I allowed my body to sink to the patio surface where I lay on my side. I could feel the King’s cum flowing from my gaping pussy. Through my slit eyes, I could see the bare feet around me still, unmoving, watching. They were probably watching the puddle of cum collecting below my pussy. It made me feel so base … like a slut.

I found my way to one of the lounge chairs, a towel strategically placed under my butt, a beer in my hand. It wasn’t long, though, before the guys were pulling me back into action. There had been some idle discussion in the group about deep throating, most of the women indicating they had trouble relaxing their throats enough to allow it. Carl inquired of Jake how I was at it. Jake looked at me and shrugged. The women laughed nervously and the guys caught on. I had promised Jake someday I would be able to, but deep throating him and the average cock were two very different things.

The guys had put their swimming shorts back on during ‘halftime’ as is was joked about. I had offered to shower and clean myself, but Jake thought I looked more appropriate with cum glistening from my holes and he assured me there would be more.

All the guys but Jake stood and stripped off their shorts and turned me around on the lounge chair so my head was hanging off the foot of it. All the guys were a little different in size, but all better than the so-called average for American men. Without any comment about what was about to occur, it was obvious to me and everybody else they were each going to throat fuck me to determine what size of cock I was capable of deepthroating … if any. Just because I liked to fuck men and dogs had nothing to do with taking a cock into my throat without gagging. I had been practicing, though, on King and my dildo so I was also interested to see what might happen.

With my head hanging over the end of the lounge, each guy, in turn, stood straddling my head, his cock at my mouth. My head hanging back was said to expose my throat and mouth into better alignment. Each one tried, pushing his hard cock into my mouth and to my throat. I was able to take most of them into the entry to my throat, but panic would set in because of breathing and the natural gag reflex. By the time the last of them had tried, I was doing much better and it was noticed and commented on.

I smiled as I sat back up, my face dripping with saliva, the byproduct of the forced cocks into my mouth. “I almost did it a couple times, though.”

April confirmed my own thinking, “You were doing better than we have managed. Breathing is the hard part, right?”

I nodded as I wiped my face with a towel Jake handed me. I turned to Jake, my face beaming. “I promised I would learn and I will.” I reached over and patted his crotch and I could feel his cock was semi-hard underneath. “Even for this.” I stood up and looked around the group. “Okay, enough playing around. I see six naked guys with hard cocks and you’ve got me turned on, again.” I took the hand of two and led them back to the comforter still spread on the grass.

This time the action started out with a double penetration of my pussy and ass. John and Carl started with Carl on the ground, me on top of him, and John taking my asshole. The action by these two seemed to ramp up the activity so quickly that I wondered if it may have had something to do with what just happened with the deepthroating. Both Carl and John pumped their seed into my respective holes with loud grunts and moans, joined by my own cries as yet another orgasm coursed through me.

When John pulled out of my ass and I rolled off Carl, I was greeted by Sam indicating I could stay where I was on my back. I thought this might be simpler until Sam penetrated me and looked up over my head. I craned my head back to find a naked Anita standing just behind me. I looked up at her. “I thought you weren’t going to do this?”

She laughed while eyeing her husband already fucking me, “He talked me into it.” With that, she stepped over my head and lowered her pussy to my mouth. By the shift of her body, I could imagine that she and Sam were kissing.

Barb and Jim took a different tactic. Barb wanted me on my hands and knees and approached me with the strap-on, again. She entered my pussy, thrust deep into me, then stopped. I looked back to find her husband, Jim, aligning his cock to her pussy. The next instant he was fucking her as she was fucking me. That was very different. The dildo going into me was erratic and confused in its rhythm because of the effect Jim was having on her. The fucking, though, for me had a strangely erotic effect.

With Mike and April, I wasn’t fucked at all. Mike had April on her hands and knees over my head. I kissed, licked, and sucked at their cock and pussy as they fucked. At the same time, I teased and fondled April’s breasts and nipples.

Nick and Sarah gave me another double penetration with Sarah using the strap-on in my pussy as I sat on her and Nick behind me. Sarah and I kissed almost the entire time. I hadn’t had much sexual contact with other women and this day taught me how much I enjoyed it.

After that, I called King to me. He fucked me and knotted me. While we were tied, I used my well-trained pussy muscles to hold his knot in longer than last time. This time I purposely rocked and pulled on him, working the knot around to bump and crush against my g-spot. I orgasmed an additional time while tied.

Near the end of the tie, the biggest black cock I knew of appeared before my eyes. I looked up at Jake and smiled at him. “I was really hoping you would come to me during all of this. You honor me, Sir.”

“You are a sexy, enticing, and arousing submissive and bitch. I would have to be dead not to need your body after watching all that.”

I sucked at his massive cock with a deliberateness that seemed to surprise him. It was clear that I was really hungry to have him fucking me after his friends had used me so thoroughly. When I had him fully hard, though, he shocked me by pulling his cock from my mouth and moving behind me, but not touching his cock to my well-used pussy, but to my used asshole.

I looked back at him and he merely glanced at me before resuming his attention to the tight opening resisting his cock head. I lowered my upper body to my elbows and braced myself, uttering a mournful, “Oh, fuck …” But, I pressed back against his pressure. I was suddenly made aware of the others crowding around us when one of the women gasped as Jake pressed his cock head hard enough to cause my tight hole to open. I pressed back harder as he pressed harder at me. I cried out in real pain as his cock head burst through the tight ring. He held himself quiet and his hands stroked my back and hips, then sliding underneath to fondle my hanging breasts. He leaned forward and kissed my back, that small action moving his cock head an inch deeper into me. I gasped as it did but realized it lacked any increase in pain. I put my hand back on his hip indicating I wanted him to be still while I pressed back to penetrate myself with more of his cock. God … could I really take 12 inches into my ass?

A wicked thought shot through my brain and it seemed to help me. If I am able to take Jake in my ass, can I take being knotted by King in my ass? But, that would be a different day and effort.

When the guests had left our reception orgy/gangbang, Jake insisted I spend time soaking in the hot tub with wine. It felt like a miracle treatment on my pussy and ass after the cocks and knots I had enjoyed. And, especially my ass after the reaming Jake gave it. He sat on the edge of the in-ground tub with me, keeping my wine glass full. He shared his feelings and emotions of the past two days of my committing myself to him. He marveled at the times we have shared and confessed his own feelings of commitment he held for me, though a different form of commitment, perhaps. I rose out of the hot, soothing water and sat up on the edge next to him, water running down my body, small rivulets of water cascading from my nipples, and feeling very erotic.

“After everything that has happened, I talked to Dr. Jenna and she agreed enthusiastically, the next step in this relationship would be appropriate.” He looked at me intently. I just waited for him to continue as I knew there was much more. “I know you just took a huge step publicly, but your reaction to that step seemed to make considering another appropriate. She agreed.”

I muse, “She’s becoming quite involved, Sir.”

He smiled warmly and hugged me into his side. “She really likes you and feels connected to you, Lara. I think she feels some responsibility for you and with what is happening with Beth she might be making the connection with even more importance.” He was watching me. There was more to come, so I remained patient. “More important to me, though,” he said, “was the way you reacted to everything yesterday, last night, and today. You seemed to transform in front of me; what you were doing seemed to really become you. Did that exhibition feel like humiliation to you yesterday? Was that a huge turn-on for you? To be taken by me, then King in front of everyone? Then to assist in Jenna fucking me last night rather me fucking you? To service all those men, then the women joining in when it wasn’t planned, and me finally taking you anally for the first time and in front of the others? When you were called names like slut and cunt, did it make you hotter? Did you discover something new about yourself, Lara? I think, and Jenna had already suspected before she left, you may have recognized more about yourself, things you might not have contemplated before. What happened, Lara? Tell me what changed.”

I hung my head thinking it all through. What did happen to me? Besides the fucking, something else happened to me. I thought through the sequences and Jake was quiet, seeing I was working through it, not delaying or avoiding a response. As the memories flashed through my mind like a fast-forward video, they stopped at specific times and I gasped audibly. It happened numerous times. The gasps and flushing of my skin weren't just the physical acts that had occurred, but my reaction to physical, verbal, and emotional conditions. I hadn’t understood it at the time, but Jake had seen my reactions. I was deep in the physical, buried in cocks and pussies, but he watched me so intently and carefully he saw more than my body being used by those 10 people. I looked up at him.

He smiled, “I might think your entire body is in blush right now.”

I nodded. “I think it is. If my pussy wasn’t so full of man and dog cum, I would have you check it. I can’t believe how hot, how turned on, I feel now that I have remembered what you are talking about.”

“Tell me. I want to take you to bed and hold you until long after you fall asleep and tomorrow we can talk about it more. But, tell me some now.”

I looked at him shyly, tentatively, uncertain. But, I trust this man with my soul. “I … I … it was as if something broke open inside of me. Like a heavy door that had been closing off part of me was suddenly kicked open so it could never be closed, again. I don’t want it to be closed, Jake. That little bit of humiliation by their words … it turned up the fire within me. There was no more consideration of what I might want or do for them, they just took it. One after the other, they just took me and used me. I don’t know what happened, why they suddenly changed, but I loved it. I loved it, Jake! I heard some call me a ‘slut’ and that is how I felt. It turned me to want to intensely please them. I heard some call me a ‘cunt’ and that is what I felt. I felt like a was only a cunt to give pleasure with. God, Jake! Am I crazy? Have I gone over the edge? Was it just the stimulation and the intensity that made me feel that?”

His hand came up and pinched a nipple and I watched him do it. It was a light pinch but his fingers didn’t let go. I looked up at him and he was watching me. He pinched hard, very hard, and I gritted my teeth against it. My nipple throbbed, but I stretch my face to him and kissed his mouth fiercely.

When I broke the kiss, he released the nipple. It throbbed, but it was deliciously throbbing. He asked, “Do you want your reaction to be just due to the stimulation?”

I lowered my head and peeked up at him, “No … no, I don’t. I want it to be real. Jake, I know what I am now. I know what I wholly want to be for you.” He raised his eyebrows and waited for me to say it. “I want to be the most obedient and pleasing submissive any man could have. I want to be your slut and King’s bitch. I’ll be your cunt. I want it all, anything.”

He looked at me stunned, but a smile slowly spread across his face. My face beamed in response.


THE END

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