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I sat in alone in my office at 11:00 p.m. on a Thursday night in April, preparing an important motion in a multi-million dollar malpractice suit. After editing the final draft I sat back and took a deep breath. I was exhausted, and, oddly enough, pretty horny. The wife was out of town and somehow I couldn't stand the thought of spending the night with just my hand. Shaking off the sordid thoughts that were roaming through my head, I stood up and began the walk down the empty hallway to my secretary's office. I dropped the motion on her desk and headed for the elevator. I was a little shocked to see one of the nerdy kids from IT standing in the atrium with two laptops in one hand and a large open top briefcase in the other. I nodded hello and we made some stupid small talk about the new laptops the firm was buying. The elevator came and we both went to step in at the same time, bumping each other slightly. In an effort to avoid dropping the laptops, he let go of his briefcase spilling its contents into the elevator. As I bent down to pick them up I was shocked to see a copy of the LAXpress, a local paper notable only for its extensive escort advertising. The paper was folded open to a page full of ads, but one particular ad caught my eye. It read "Sexy TS Mistress Waiting for Your Call." Below was a picture of an incredibly gorgeous woman, "Miss K", and a phone number. I stumbled for a second and then pushed all of the papers back into his briefcase. There was an uncomfortable silence on the remainder of the ride down. I am sure he was wondering whether or not I had seen his paper. I however, could not get my mind off of the goddess I just saw. Her phone number was stuck in my head. The whole ride home my mind was running through a hundred different fantasies. I knew what the "TS" meant in the ad, and although I had never even considered the option, now all I could do was envision myself looking down at that gorgeous woman as she performed all kinds of sordid acts on me. When I got home, I figured I better get my mind off of Miss K and back into the real world. I called my wife and chatted for a few minutes before she begged to go back to sleep. There I was, sitting on the couch with a phone in my hand and a phone number racing in my head. Honestly, I thought, "Maybe I will just call her, listen to her voice, satisfy myself, and then go to sleep." No harm no foul. So I made the call. An incredibly sexy voice answered the phone. Somehow I was surprised at how feminine her voice was. Feminine yet firm. She had to say hello twice before I could respond. "Hi, may I speak to Miss K please?" "This is she... who is this?" "My name is Joshua." I couldn't believe I gave her my real name and started to hang up, but I couldn't force myself to take my ear from the phone. So I just sat there, my cock in my hand. A few seconds ticked by and then from the other end I heard, "Joshua, I know you are thinking about rubbing that cock of yours tonight... don't. It is now exactly midnight. For the next 24 hours, I own you. You will do exactly what I say." I responded, "You know that is not really what I am into, but..." She cut me off, "Don't ever speak to me again unless I ask you a question." I thought about hanging up, but something about the way she spoke to me, firm, yet there was something very comforting in her voice. "Here are the rules. You address me as Mistress. Under no circumstances are you to bring yourself to orgasm before midnight tomorrow night. You will call me at 1:00p.m. tomorrow. One minute late and you will never talk to me again. Do you understand?" All I could muster was a weak, "Yes." "Yes... what?" I responded before I could think, "Yes Mistress." The line went dead. Needless to say, I was incredibly turned on. Of course there was no way I was going to call her tomorrow, but it was one hell of a fantasy. I turned on some straight porn and proceeded to rub myself. Somehow, though, I just couldn't get Miss K out of my head. I don't know why, but I went to sleep without finishing. The next morning I woke up late and rushed to get ready and ran out the door. When I got to the office there was one catastrophe after another and I spent the whole morning putting fires out. A little after noon, everything died down and I finally sat down at my desk. Miss K crept into my mind. I felt that familiar stirring in my pants. I picked up the phone, and called my wife. When she answered, we talked for a while. Suddenly I found myself making up a lie. I told her that I was going to a client meeting in Orange County and that I was going to try and catch a movie afterward. Before we hung up, I told her that I would try to call her tonight, but that if the movie got out too late, I would call her tomorrow. We said our goodbyes and hung up. I sat there in awe of myself. I had just made up an excuse for being out of touch until tomorrow morning. Why? It was just a fantasy. I wasn't going to call her. I looked at the clock... it was 2 minutes to 1:00. A wave of panic ran through me. Almost instinctively I reached for the phone. Ok, let's let the fantasy go a little further. After all, what would it hurt? I picked up the phone and dialed. She answered in one ring, "Don't say a word Joshua. Be at my house in 45 minutes. Bring one thousand dollars. If you are one minute late, the door will be locked." She gave me her address in a luxury apartment building in West LA and hung up. I was hard as a rock. I had to take the next step. I had to see this woman. Maybe I would just pay for a blowjob or something and then leave. I looked down at the clock... I only had 30 minutes. I picked up my briefcase told my secretary that I was going to meet a client and left. I was flying down the freeway and pulled in front of her building with 8 minutest to spare. I vaulted the car and walked briskly into the building. She was on the 18th floor. Standing outside her door, I was shaking. I couldn't believe where I was. My curiosity, and that constant erection between my legs, had brought me too far. I thought briefly about how much money I had... 12... maybe 13 hundred. I knocked. As if she was knew I was there, the door swung open immediately. We stood there for what seemed like eternity. She was amazing. Not just sexy. Many women are sexy. She exuded a confident sexuality and elegance that honestly took my breath away. She stood before me in 4 inch heels, black thigh high stockings that ran up and under a tight, yet elegant, black leather skirt. Her top was a tight, yet conservative, red spaghetti strap number that revealed a hint of her gorgeous breasts. She stood about 5'9" in her heals and had reddish hair with green eyes. I was entranced. As I gained my composure, I took a step back. I had gotten myself in too far. I knew I would do whatever this Venus asked of me, and that scared me. I started to turn, saying, "I'm sorry..." But before I finished, she slapped me firmly across the face. "You already forgot the rules... that will cost you." Then she turned and walked into the apartment. "Shut and lock the door, Joshua." Something about the way she said Joshua. Like you would speak to your dog when he was in trouble. Not mean, but demanding obedience. I whispered, "Yes Mistress." I walked into a lavish, yet tastefully decorated, apartment. She proceeded into the bedroom, the centerpiece of which was a massive rod- iron canopy bed. Proceeding into the bathroom, she announced, "I have an appointment at 2:30... that means you have a lot of work to do in very little time." She pulled a small key out of her pocket, walked over to a large chest that sat at one end of her large bathroom and unlocked it. She lifted the lid and said, "Take all of your clothes off and place them in here." I don't know why, but I did as I was told. When all of my clothes were inside the trunk, she reached into my pants pocket, pulled out my ID, closed the lid and locked it. Inside, I started to panic a little. I knew I could get the key away from her if I wanted to, but something about standing there in the nude with my clothes locked in a trunk sounded several alarms in my head. It also made me incredibly excited. She looked up at me and, with a coy smile on her face, dropped down to her knees grabbing my cock firmly. The alarms were silenced. She looked up at me with incredible green eyes and slowly lowered her head, her mouth slightly open. A wave of warm anticipation came over me as I waited to feel her wet mouth engulf me. But the feeling never came. Instead, I heard a soft click and she stood up. She gave me a soft kiss on the lips and said, "Wait here, I will be right back." About a minute later, she walked back into the bathroom and stood before me. "Kneel down." Eager to get back into the position we had just left, I knelt quickly. She walked around behind me and opened up a small chest. I couldn't see what was in it, but as she came around behind me, she wrapped a soft leather restraints around both of my ankles. Next she pulled both my arms behind my back and wrapped the same restraints around my wrists. Then I heard a sharp click. That click sent me back into reality, she had just hog tied me. I started to explain to her that this was not really my thing. As I opened my mouth, she was there, pulling my head back and kissing me slowly and deeply. She was pure sex. My body relaxed. As it did, she slipped a soft ball into my mouth in place of her tongue. By the time I thought to protest, she had tied the silk ties behind my head, gagging me. She stepped in front of me and her whole demeanor changed. "I am not sure you understood me when I said that you were mine until midnight tonight. Let me make myself clear. You are mine. You will do anything and everything I say and you will do it without question. I will not ask twice and you will not get a second chance. You will respond to me only with 'Yes Mistress' and 'No Mistress'" She continued, "If you disobey me, this picture will be sent to your wife and to your office." She turned, pressed button on a remote control, and an LCD screen over her bathtub came on. There I was, nude with a gorgeous girl kneeling before me. The look on my face of absolute pleasure was unmistakable. I panicked and tried to stand up. It was impossible. I tried to speak... not a chance. Finally I looked up at her. "Your phone number is 555-4236, your office is 555-8129." Next she rattled off both my home and office address. "I have emailed your name, phone numbers, and this picture to a very good friend of mine with instructions to send the picture if she doesn't hear from me by 1:00a.m." She paused, then, as if reading my mind, said, "Don't think you can force me to make the call sweetie, we have a code word that I must give her to call off the transaction and you will never know whether I gave her the right one or not. Trust me, you can't outsmart me on this. I will always be one step ahead of you." She stood there looking at me with a deviant smile on her face. "I have six appointments tonight. That is too much work for one woman to do alone. That is why I chose you. You will be my assistant. I will not hurt you unless you make me. I think you are gorgeous, and I know you will serve me well." She walked around behind me and whispered in my ear. "This could be the greatest night of your life, or it could be the worst. It is up to you." I heard a click and the tension on my restraints were released. She left the restraints on, but removed the connecting chain. Then she untied the gag and pulled it gently out of my mouth. My heart was pounding... my mind racing through all the possible ways I could get out of this mess. But they all ended up with one of three unacceptable results; jail, fired and divorced, or obedience. For now, I would accept the last of the three evils. Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted as she opened the clear glass shower door, reached in and turned the shower on. Facing away from me, she began to undress. First, pulling her tight skirt down over her hips and letting it fall to the floor, revealing a sexy red g-string and a smooth tight ass like none I had ever seen. As she stepped out of the skirt, she turned to look at me. "Joshua, I know you are new to this, but please don't let my $500 skirt sit on the bathroom floor." "Yes Mistress." I muttered. This might not be so bad. I started to get up move over to her when I got a sudden firm slap across the fact. As I looked up at her, she stared at me firmly, "Never stand before me. You may stand to follow my orders. Otherwise, you will always be kneeling." "Yes Mistress." I took the skirt and folded it over the arm of the bathroom loveseat. Next, she stepped out of her stiletto heels. I took them with care and placed them next to the loveseat. She pulled straps of the red top down and began to slide the whole top down, over her hips and let it drop. I caught it before it reached the floor. "Very good" she said, leaning down and kissing me on the forehead. Presenting me with her incredibly natural 36C breasts. "You are a quick learner." Next, she turned and faced me. "Take off my stockings please Joshua." Who was I to argue? I carefully unclipped each of the stockings from her garter then rolled them carefully down her long legs. As I ran them past her feet, I couldn't help but notice how small and delicate they seemed. Perfectly manicured with deep red polish. I laid the stockings on the small table next to the loveseat. "Finish the job please." I looked up to see that all that was left was the garter belt and her panties. Using a little discretion, I first removed the garter belt, laying it next to the stockings. I turned toward her again. I felt short of breath. I knew what I would find beneath those panties, but I just couldn't imagine how it could be in there. Part of me hoped that it wasn't... only part of me. Apparently I waited too long. She grabbed me by the hair and forced my head back. She bent down and got right in my face; "I am a very busy woman. I do not have time for you to sit and think about what you must do. You do not have a choice about what you will be doing tonight, the only choice you have is whether it will hurt or not." She flung my head back, reached down and slid her panties off. As she stood up I found myself face to face with a soft, cut, perfectly shaven, 6 1/2 inch cock that was incredibly thick. I gasped. She grabbed my hair and backed me up to the loveseat, sitting my back on my heels and pinning the back of my head against the padded edge. Still holding me firmly by the hair, she stared me straight in the eyes; "I told you I have a 2:00 appointment and I will not keep him waiting. You see, he likes to think of me as all girl, never wants to see my little cock. The problem is that he is very attractive and it would not be very ladylike to get an erection while he is fucking me. Do you understand?" I stumbled, "Yes Mistress" "I don't think you do." She retorted. "Open your mouth." I thought about fighting her off. This is not what I had in mind. I did not come here to suck a cock. I wasn't a fag. Then, out of nowhere, she slapped me firmly. "Are we having a hard time understanding the rules." She squeezed my lips together and I opened my mouth. "Much better." She said as she straightened herself, resting her soft flesh of her cock on my bottom lip. I closed my eyes. In it came, Dry at first, pulling on my lips. She shoved it in firmly saying "I better not feel those teeth." I opened wide to avoid her tearing my lips and curled my lips around my teeth to avoid contact with her soft flesh. She sensed my mouth opening and shoved herself in deep. Her head hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag. She stopped, holding my head tight and leaving her cock bulging in my mouth. My mouth started to water as she pulled out slightly. "Much better... keep it nice and wet." She slid herself back in, this time even deeper, causing me to gag again. She laughed as she pulled it out slightly again. By now, her cock was solid and was filling my mouth. I could barely breathe. "Do you taste that salty flavor" she asked. "That is cum... I know it is your first taste, but it will not be your last." I almost threw up. The thought of having semen in my mouth was almost too much for me to bear. I debated the consequences of throwing her off of me and they almost seemed worth it. But before I could think any further, she shoved her cock back into my throat. Deep this time, letting it rest there for a second as my throat spasmed. She pulled it out... then forced it back in... beginning a rhythmic movement. I couldn't believe this was happening. Tears were coming from my eyes. Her speed increased and all I could do was relax my throat as best I could. She began fucking my mouth forcefully. I tried to breath between each thrust. I could taste her salty pre-cum in the back of my throat. I tried not to think about it. Suddenly, her body became rigid and her cock stiffened, the head swelling inside my throat. She stopped her movement abruptly but left her cock deep in my throat. Somehow, in my mind, I thought she was going to pull out... that she wouldn't do what I knew was inevitable. That hope collapsed when I felt the first twitch. Nothing came out, but I knew what was next. I wanted to pull away, but she had me pinned to the loveseat. I had no leverage. Then it happened. The first wave was small. Her cock was so far in the back of my throat, I could only feel it. It thrust out of the tip and streamed against my throat. I felt if slide quickly down, heading toward my stomach. When her cock spasmed in my throat that third time, I felt warm cum flood the back of my throat. I could sense it splashing off the back of my throat. Most of it followed the first wave down, but there was too much and some spilled out into my mouth. That is when I got my first true taste of her. It was slightly salty, but that was not the defining characteristic. It was the way her cum made the back of my tongue tighten and curl when it came rushing up around it. I couldn't breathe, so I swallowed. The next several waves were a blur as I felt my throat being coated... my stomach being filled... my mouth being overwhelmed. My head lightened and my body weakened. I heard a soft, almost loving voice whisper "swallow it all Joshua... don't leave a drop." In my daze, I did what I was told. After what seemed like an eternity, the pressure in my mouth slackened and she slowly withdrew. As the head of her now soft cock slid past my lips, I opened my eyes. She was staring at me. She bent down, kissed me softly on the lips and said "Good boy." Then she stood upright, turned and reached in to test the water in the shower. "Come with me boy, I must be clean for my next appointment." I followed her into the huge shower, her aroma still filling my nose and mouth. I knelt before her. Before she entered the water, she turned to face me. I noticed a large drop of cum glistening on the head of her now soft cock, seconds away from dripping to the shower floor. The look in her eyes told me what I had to do. Quickly, I leaned forward, stuck out my tongue and gently sucked the last remaining juice from her. She patted me softly on the head. My emotions were so conflicted. I felt proud, yet disgusted. "Begin with my back, boy. You may stand. Use the Milk Body Wash and the white sponge. Do not touch me with your hands." I took the body wash, poured it into the sponge and began washing her back. With great care, I scrubbed her softly, moving slowly down to her incredible round ass then down her long legs. When I reached her feet, she turned and I began my way back up again, lathering her thoroughly as she rubbed shampoo in her hair. Finally I reached her breast which I washed with slow, soft circular strokes. Despite my prior humiliation, I found myself growing once again. She held out one arm at a time and I scrubbed them well. When I was finished, she turned and bent over. "Now wash my pussy well" she said. I complied, amazed at how clean and smooth her "pussy" was. Satisfied, she stood and rinsed. Next, she stepped to the bench in the shower, sat, and told me to kneel. "Now take the firm yellow sponge and the Rice scrub and clean my feet." "Yes Mistress" I said, and I did as I was told. Once again admiring her incredibly feminine feet and sexy red toes. "Now take the shower sprayer and rinse them." I did. She stood. "I am going to let you use your hands now. Don't abuse this privilege." She paused, staring at me firmly. "Yes Mistress" I said, looking down. "Take the Sugar Oil and massage my entire body with it, from my neck down." I took the oil, rubbed it in my hands, and proceeded to massage her body, starting with her shoulders. She placed her hands against the shower glass, bracing herself. I massaged slowly and firmly down her back, then paid special attention to that tight little butt, then moved down her legs and back up. When I reached her cock, I was unsure of what to do. I must have paused too long, because I felt her hand start to cock back. Instinctively I reached under her tiny balls and began rubbing oil into the soft area between her ass and her balls. Her hand relaxed. I massaged her balls lightly then rubbed her soft cock with a few slow strokes. Next, I moved up her tight stomach and massaged her perky breasts. Sensing that I may be spending too much time on her breasts, although I could have spent all day, I moved on down her arms, finishing with a firm massage to her hands and fingers. When I finished, I knelt before her and bowed my head. "You may exit the shower now" she said. I left the shower and knelt on the thick rug in the center of the bathroom. I watched her in utter admiration and awe as she rinsed the conditioner from her hair and the oil from her magnificent body. I looked up and saw a white La Perla robe, hanging next to the shower. As she turned off the water, I sprang up and prepared the robe for her. Without even cracking a smile, she turned and let me slip it on her. She walked past me, "at the end of the counter you will find a box, bring it to me." I moved over to the counter and took the box. It was rather heavy. When I got to her, she took it, opened it and removed the first two of 5 shiny metal butt plugs. One was small, maybe an inch in diameter at its bulge. The other was slightly larger. She took the large one, took out a glass vile of oil and dripped a few drops onto the tip of the metal plug. I don't know why, but until she stood up and told me to put my face on the carpet, I did not think that the plug was for me. But it was. "Listen to me closely and pay attention to everything you feel. This can be very painful if done incorrectly. My next client is well endowed, so you will be putting the small plug in me in a few minutes. If you hurt me, what you are about to feel will be a picnic compared to the pain I will inflict on you. Now, close your eyes." I felt the cold slippery metal against my ass hole and I clinched instinctively. "Relax your muscles." I tried to relax, but as she pushed the metal into me, I clinched once again, forcing it back out. She slapped me hard on the ass. "You get one more chance." Again I felt the cool metal sliding inside me. I fought every urge I had to squeeze this foreign invader out of me. She paused every few seconds while my muscles relaxed. Slowly, I could feel the plug nearing its widest point. Finally, unexpectedly, it sunk quickly into me. I felt a rush of ecstasy as my muscles twitched for a few seconds then began pulsing. "Very good. Now, you will leave that in until I tell you to take it out." Then with a hint of evil in her voice, she finished with "you will thank me later." I thought that was odd, but I couldn't wrap my mind around what she was implying. "Now it is my turn" she said as she took the small plug out, dropped a touch of oil on its tip, handed it to me and lifted the back of her robe. She then bent over and gave me an incredible view of her tight little bud. I took the plug and placed the tip at her opening. Slowly, I placed pressure downward, just like I had felt her do to me. Her muscles loosened and the tip of the plug entered her slightly, where I let it rest for a few seconds. Ever so slowly, and in short intervals, I moved the plug deeper into her until finally it released from my hands and sunk tightly into her. She dropped the robe and sat down in front of her mirror. For the next half an hour, I knelt on the rug in the bathroom and watched here dry her hair and put on her makeup. Although she was incredibly beautiful sopping wet and without her makeup, I was amazed as she became this model-like goddess. As she finished applying her make-up, she turned to me and said "clean this place up, boy." Ever conscious of the heavy burden in my ass, I moved around the bathroom, picking up and carefully folding her clothes. Placing the dirty stockings, panties, and shirt into the laundry basket. I picked up the leather skirt, not sure what to do with it. "You may hang that in my closet. After you are finished, come remove my plug and wash it." I took the skirt and entered the closet. I was amazed at the incredible wardrobe she had. Perfectly organized and all clearly very expensive. Without trouble, I found the place where her skirt hung. There was one empty hanger. I took it and hung the skirt. I walked out of the closet and knelt back at her side. She stood, lifted her robe, and bent over. "Take it out slowly." I did, taking great care to work the bulge of the plug back past her, now, tight muscles. When the bulge passed, the plug slid easily out and into my hands. I stared at her and was entranced by her soft hole, glistening with leftover oil. The robe dropped. She stood and thrust the robe off of her shoulders. I caught it and hung it back up next to the shower. I turned to watch her enter the closet and followed her inside. She pulled a black leather catsuit off of one of the hangers and unzipped the several strategically placed zippers. Sitting on a bench, she slid the suit over her incredible body as I watched in amazement. When she stood, she asked me to zip her up and I happily complied. "Wait for me by the bed" she said as she turned and walked to her wall of shoes. I stared at her as she walked, my cock aching with need. She stopped and turned around. Took two quick steps toward me and slapped me hard. When I recovered, I looked up to find her pointing toward the closet door. Meekly, I walked out of the closet and knelt by the bed. For a moment, I looked to the door and thought about running, but I couldn't. I had too much to lose. Instead, I knelt obediently by the bed, the bulge of the heavy metal plug still filling me. When she finally came out of the bathroom, she was fully dressed. Her black, catsuit molded to her every curve. Five inch stiletto heals and an incredible diamond choker. In her hand, she held the chain. She passed me and walked over to the long mirror that ran along the wall next to her massive bed. She reached toward the mirror, and pulled. To my surprise, the mirror came off of the wall revealing a small closet. She pointed into the closet. "Kneel inside and don't make a sound. No matter what you see, do not leave this room until you hear me call you." I knelt inside and looked back at her. She reached behind me and fastened the chain to my wrists, securing them behind my back and then locking them to my ankles. She shut the door. To my surprise, I could still see her. The mirror was two-way. It was dark, and not very clear, but I could see well enough. As she turned and walked out of the bedroom, I noticed that there was an open slit that ran down the center of her ass, leaving her vulnerable. As I sat there, bound and in the dark, I could still faintly taste her cum in my throat. I would like to say that it made me sick, but it didn't. In fact, it made me a little aroused. I shook off the thought and, once again, attempted to plot a way out of this predicament. I went through all the possible scenarios. All to no avail. Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a doorbell. Maybe I am self centered, but until that moment, I didn't really think about what she meant when she said client. I found out soon enough when, at exactly 2:30, a large muscular man came strolling into the bedroom carrying her in his arms. She was fighting him violently, but he was much too big for her. He controlled her with ease, shoving her onto the bed as she kicked and screamed. He pinned tight to the bed with his huge palm in the small of her back. Her legs dangled over the large bed. With the other hand, he unzipped his pants and, in a flash, pulled out his huge veined cock. He was standing between her legs and she was kicking him hard on the backs of his legs and butt. I could see the look in his eye and for an instant I thought of running to help her. I realized quickly that I was helpless. I was tightly bound... what could I possibly do. He would kill me. Besides, what if this was all an act? With his free hand, the man aimed his huge cock at her ass and gave one hard thrust. Her head slammed back and she let out a deep scream that turned into a moan. He began fucking her hard. There was nothing gentle about it. He was pounding her. From where I was, I could see his thick cock coming halfway out of her and then slamming back in. I could see the expressions of pain on her face. But I also noticed what looked a little like pleasure in her eyes. He fucked her for a good twenty minutes, at one point picking her up by the waist and slamming her like a doll onto his shaft. I couldn't take my eyes off of the scene. I couldn't stop watching him pounding her. My ass was pulsing from the plug and all I could think about was how it would feel being fucked like that. My own hard cock ached. I wanted so bad to make myself cum. I wrestled with the straps that bound my hands but it was useless. Suddenly, I heard the man's voice change from anger to pure ecstasy. He had her pinned to the bed again, fucking her hard from behind, and I knew he was on the verge. To my surprise, my mouth watered with anticipation. Then, in one last series of thrusts, he came. I could see it in his eyes. He was filling her. After a few more pumps, he pulled out, letting the last few waves of cum spill onto her. They glistened like white pearls on her black leather back. He squeezed out the last few drops, stood up, put his huge flaccid member back in his pants and zipped up. He turned to walk away, took a small envelope out of his back pocket, threw it on the bedside table and said "see you again soon" and left. She lay there perfectly still for a moment. Her face deep in the white bedding. Then, slowly, she turned her head and gave the mirror an evil, evil grin. "You may come out now boy. I have another client at 4:00, so we don't have much time." Still erect, I opened the closet door and moved shakily on my knees over to where her feet still hung off of the bed. Her knees were bent and her legs together, but I could see the drops of the man's cum on her back. "Clean my pussy boy. Don't let a drop of that precious juice on my bed or floor... swallow it all." I gasped in horror. She had to be kidding. That was too far. There was no way I was going to lick another man's cum out of someone's asshole. I don't care how beautiful she was. She responded before I came out of my temporary shock. She used one leg and knocked me onto my back. She slid quickly off the bed and straddled me on her knees, her ass facing me and the cum on her back now sliding down into her crack. "Swallow it all" she said as she looked at me through her thighs. A look that said, "I will not ask again." I opened my mouth hesitantly and she rocked back quickly, forcing my chin down and thrusting her hole perfectly into my gaping mouth. And then it came... a gush of warm salty cum flooded my mouth. Curling my tongue muscles and pooling at the back of my throat. I had no choice but to swallow. It was so thick. It coated my entire mouth. It kept coming, pouring out of her. I swallowed again and again until finally the flooding slowed and then stopped. My heart was pounding. She lifted up slightly so I could see the now milky white cum oozing slowly from her. I can't explain it, but I wanted to take it all. I lifted my head and licked slowly from slightly beneath her hole up to its rim. I could feel the warm cum gathering on my tongue and sliding into my mouth where I left it. Next, I softly thrust my tongue into her. She was stretched from that massive cock and my tongue slid deep inside with ease. Another pool of cum drifted down my tongue and into the back of my throat. Savoring it, I pulled my tongue back into my mouth, surrounding it before I swallowed once more. For the next ten minutes, I cleaned my Mistress of every last drop of cum inside and out of her. When I finished, I lay my head back on the floor and closed my eyes. I could feel my cock pulsing... aching... full. Then there was a warm soft sensation. I thought I was dreaming, but the feeling was unmistakable. My Mistress had taken me into her mouth... deep into her mouth. And then it was gone. She stood up, reached behind me and unlocked and removed the chain that bound me and said, "Now help me out of this suit." I was in a daze as I watched her strut sexily toward the bathroom. Slowly, I got up and followed her, my mouth and throat still thick with cum. When we reached the closet, I helped her out of her catsuit and hung it back in the closet. I was once again awed by her amazing body. Despite great mental resistance, I found my gaze repeatedly settling on the only thing on her that lacked femininity. Without a word, she turned and walked out. "Warm my shower." I did as I was told and over the next half hour, I helped her prepare for her next client. Helping her rinse her body, careful not to get her hair or face wet. Again, I massaged oil into her exquisite skin. Finally, I helped her into another cashmere robe. She walked to the counter toward the box with the metal plugs in it, "head on the floor." I knew what was coming and placed my head on the floor, leaving my ass very exposed. I felt a heavy pulling at the edge of my asshole and then a slightly painful stretching of my outer walls. And then it was gone and I felt a warm relief. Before my muscles could contract again, I was filled again with metal. This one was cold and obviously larger as I felt it stretch me until I thought I was going to rip. My Mistress slowed the insertion, letting my muscles relax, then gently pushed the bulge of the plug past the rim of my ass. I felt my insides pull the plug tightly into me. She gave me a firm slap on my ass and said, "Clean this place up and get me something to eat." As she freshened her makeup, I cleaned the bathroom and the bedroom, brought her water with fresh cucumber, and a snack of strawberries and blueberries. The entire time, it seemed as if there was a battle going on in my head. One voice was revolted by all that had gone on and was desperate to escape from this nightmare. But the other side seemed obsessed with My Mistress and all that she had forced upon me. I wanted to please her. At 3:45, I helped her into white thigh highs, black patent leather school girl shoes with three inch heels, a green and blue plaid skirt and a sexy white blouse... no panties. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and put on a sexy lip gloss that made her lips seem slightly wet. At exactly 3:50, she looked at me and said, "In the closet." I knelt dutifully in the closet and found my heart beating with excitement as she bound me once again. This time, however, she only bound my hands together. "When my next client leaves, you may exit... you will know what to do." She closed the mirrored door. With those last words, I felt adrenaline rush into my blood and felt my balls tighten and my cock pulse. I was scared, a little nauseous and extremely aroused. Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. In a few moments, my Mistress walked back into the room with a handsome businessman wearing an obviously expensive suit. He was in his early forties, dark hair, and about six foot tall. He was scolding her like she was a child in trouble. The next thing I knew, he had her bent over his knee, holding her by the ponytail and giving her a rather firm spanking. Seeing her soft ass turn slightly red made me ache. I watched as he stopped spanking and began massaging her ass, first inserting one finger into her, then two, and finally three. He massaged deep inside her pussy for a few minutes. I could hear her moan with excitement. He stood her up and, from behind, unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. He then removed her skirt, leaving only her white bra, white thigh highs and heels. There was something very sexy yet very wrong about the entire scene. She was such an incredible actress; it seemed as if she really was the innocent schoolgirl being taken advantage of by the older man. He turned her around and lay her softly back onto the bed. To my surprise, he didn't fuck her. Instead, he took her entire shaft into his mouth. I watched as he slowly... deliberately sucked her deep into his throat, holding her there for what seemed like an eternity before pulling his mouth back to leave only the tip of her cock on his outstretched tongue. He repeated the process until she was fully engorged. Satisfied, he then kissed up her body, straddling her waist. He held her hands above her head and, with absolute precision, lowered himself onto her. I watched as he was impaled to the hilt. As if he was afraid to hurt her, he rocked slowly, rubbing his rather short yet thick cock against the soft skin of her stomach. They rocked slowly for about 15 minutes before I could see my Mistress's face glisten with pleasure. Her head arched back and her hips thrust up. She was cumming inside him. As if on cue, he began spilling thick ropes of cum onto her tan stomach. I watched as it pooled below her ribs, several splashes reaching up to the base of her white bra. Their two bodies slowed. After a few moments of utter stillness, he moved up to her, letting her slip gently out of him. He placed his lips to hers, not kissing her, but holding himself there so that they were barely touching. I watched as he arched his back and let her cum flow out in two long white streams onto her stomach, mixing with his in several large pools. Not a drop spilled onto the bed. He never kissed her, instead, he slowly removed himself from the bed, put his pants back on, tossed a white envelope on the floor and walked out. I knew what I had to do. I opened the mirror door and moved slowly around so that I was kneeling at her feet. Her legs were together, hanging off the bed. Her soft cock lay sleepily on her stomach, a large drop of cum slowly forming at its tip. On her stomach, I could see the pools of cum... not white anymore, but clear. I glanced up at her gorgeous face. She hadn't opened her eyes or moved a muscle, but I knew I didn't have much more time to accomplish my task if I wanted to please her. With my hands still locked behind my back, stood up and positioned myself so that my knees were pushing against the side of the high bed. This allowed me to lean over and reach her without falling. First, I used my top lip to carefully scoop up the fresh drop of cream gathering at her head. Moving my mouth slowly along her stomach and using my tongue I lifted her cock and slid it slowly into my mouth, letting it glide to the back of my throat. I sucked gently, pulling the last remaining fluid from within. Slowly, I rolled her length with my tongue, taking care to clean it from tip to base. The strong musty scent suddenly reminded me of where the object of my service had recently been. I closed my eyes and tried to fight back a mild gagging sensation. As if putting down a baby, I used my lips to gently rest her cock on her stomach. My gaze fell upon the pools of cum cooling on her tan skin. I tried to assure myself that I was only doing what I had to do to get through this awful entrapment, but I couldn't help but notice the raging hardness between my legs. I licked the first few drops leading up to the largest collection. It was different than before, not quite as salty. I was almost enthusiastic as I pressed my chin and lower lip against her soft skin, letting the mixed fluid drain quickly into my mouth. I rolled it against my tongue before letting it slide down my throat. I used my tongue to thoroughly clean the area before moving on to the next collection. As I neared the last pool of cum, my knee slipped a little, forcing my chin down on to her stomach unexpectedly. I watched in horror as a small drop of semen slid down her side toward the bed. I moved as quickly as I could to stop it, but I was too late. I held my breath, waiting for the repercussions, but none came. Grateful to have escaped her wrath, I worked hard to clean every last drop. When her stomach was clean, I knelt before her once again. Without moving, she said "It is time to change your plug... kneel in place." I stood and walked to the bathroom, ever conscious of the strong scent of sex and cum swirling in my nostrils. When I reached the counter beneath the large wooden box, I knelt and pressed my head to the floor. A few seconds later, I saw her heeled feet walk around behind me. Then, without warning she pressed her foot firmly on my neck, her heel digging sharply into my skin. I felt a sharp pull on the metal plug as she yanked it out of me. Then, almost instantaneously I felt the cold metal of a new plug pushing firmly into my throbbing hole. "Never... spill... a drop" she said as she pushed the plug violently into me. I gasped loudly. My ass burned and my muscles convulsed as they tried to make room for this large intrusion. She slapped me hard on the ass, unlocked and pulled the chain out of my bindings and said, "My next appointment is not until 7:00. Draw me a bath." I went to the large tub, turned on the water, adjusted the temperature and poured in some of the Milk bath foam that sat on the edge. I knelt beside the tub, my ass still throbbing with pain. As the water reached the top, she came out of the closet completely nude. I couldn't help but gaze adoringly at her. She placed her hand on my head as she stepped into the tub. I spent the next half hour washing and massaging her. I was in heaven. After drying her off and waiting patiently on my knees while she freshened her makeup, I followed her into the closet. There, I helped her into a tight red rubber skirt, a red rubber top, and an incredible pair of tall black leather boots. She stepped back, admired herself in the mirror, grabbed the ball gag, a set of restraints and a red rubber mask off of a shelf and said, "It is almost time. Follow me." On her way out of the bathroom, she grabbed my chain off of the counter. She led me into the bedroom where she instructed me to knees at about two feet from the wall. I did as I was told and she bound my arms and legs behind me. This time tighter than normal. She took the ball gag, pulled my head back and placed it firmly into my mouth. She fastened it behind my head and walked out the door. Fifteen minutes later, at exactly 7:00, I heard the doorbell ring. The door opened and shut and then there was silence. A few minutes passed before my Mistress walked in leading a completely nude, well built, man in his mid thirties. My heart stopped in my chest as I realized that I was out in the open. My fears were subdued as I realized that the man had the red rubber mask over his face and that the mask was without eye holes. It had a small opening for the mouth and two small nose holes. My Mistress led the man over toward me and pressed his back against the wall in front of me. I watched as she took each of his arms and stretched them over his head, latching them to a beautiful rod iron candelabra which I previously thought had only a decorative purpose. As she bound him, he was moved slightly to the side so that he was directly in front of me. My face only a few inches from his eight inch semi erect cock. She then bound his legs tightly together. He was stretched so that he was forced to stand on the balls of his feet. The man had an incredible body, lean and muscular, about 6'2" tall and, as I stared, I noticed that he was completely hairless. Without a word, my Mistress walked to the nearby dresser, opened a drawer and pulled out a black leather horsewhip. She walked back the man and began whipping him... hard. I was amazed at the ferocity with which she lashed his skin... whipping him on every part of his body except his now completely engorged cock. After a few minutes of torture, she stopped. She laid the whip on the ground and began caressing him lovingly. Kissing his many red welts. Finally, she stood to the side of him opposite me and bent sexily at the waist. With one hand on his masked face and the other cupping his bare balls, she took him in her mouth. I was entranced as I watched her slowly move her red lips down his shaft until almost his entire length was in her mouth. An inch at a time, she worked her way back up his cock, sucking fiercely, until the tip of his head lay on her lips. She relaxed her mouth allowing warm clear saliva to coat her lips and run down his length. Again, she slowly worked her way down his shaft. This time, when she neared the base, she paused, adjusted her head and throat and then lowered herself, taking him into her throat. She paused in that position and began swallowing, her throat muscles massaging the head of his cock. A deep moan came from inside the mask. After about twenty seconds, she again began working her way up his shaft. I was amazed at how slow she went... how incredibly sensual the whole thing looked. I was so close I could smell the sex and feel the tension as the man flexed his muscles and arched his hips as much as he could toward her mouth. But she never increased her pace. Slow, deep movements. He, and I, were going absolutely mad. Then I saw that very distinct change in his body posture... his breathing stopped... he was about to cum. He moaned deeply. My mistress opened her eyes and stared at me. I was frozen. She never blinked as the cock in her mouth erupted over and over again. I could see it pulsing violently, filling her with stream after stream of thick hot cum. My mouth watered. I couldn't believe it, but I wanted to be where she was. I wanted to have that beautiful cock gushing into my mouth. I needed it. I looked at her pleadingly. His orgasm began to wain. The pulsing became more sporadic. Then it stopped. My Mistress slowly, carefully, began working her way back up to the head of his cock. Once there, she stopped to suck gently then let it fall out of her mouth. It almost hit me in the chin. I never took my eyes away from my Mistress and she never took hers from me. She reached behind my head, unfastened the gag, and pulled it out of my mouth. What she did next seemed only natural at the time... she kissed me. As our lips met and parted, my mouth was flooded with cum. Her tongue followed behind and met mine. For several seconds, our tongues slowly caressed each other, moving through a sea of thick, warm fluid. I swallowed, the cum coating of my throat. As I inhaled, the strong deeply the intoxicating aroma of pure pleasure filled my nostrils... She pulled away and moved so that her head was just above his now softening cock. She looked me in the eyes and then looked directly at a large glistening pearl of cum oozing its way out of him. I knew what I had to do and I didn't hesitate. I leaned forward, my mouth open with my tongue outstretched. Gently, I lay my tongue beneath the drop and pressed my top lip against his still engorged head and gently sucked. He twitched slightly, then moaned softly. My Mistress grabbed my head and pulled it away. I swallowed what remained in my mouth as I watched her unfasten the man and escort him out of the room. I bowed my head and closed my eyes; I could not believe what I had just done. Worse, I couldn't believe how much I had enjoyed it. When she came back into the room she said, as if nothing had ever happened, "my last appointment is at 10:00, we don't have much time to prepare you." Prepare me... what exactly was she talking about. I was still a little dizzy from what had just happened. Maybe I heard her wrong. She unfastened my restraints and instructed me to draw another bath. I did as I was told. As I was drawing the bath, she walked up behind me and threw a few bath beads into the tub. She removed my wrist and ankle restraints and said, "Get into the tub. I want you on all fours with your head facing the back. I was a little shocked to know that I was going into the tub, but I complied obediently. The water felt wonderful. "Back on your heels... you must soak your entire body." She stood up and left the room. Ten minutes later, I heard the snap of rubber. I looked back to see that she was walking in and putting on rubber gloves. When she reached the tub, she sat at the edge. I felt her fingers wrap around the large metal plug. In one smooth, slow, movement she pulled it out. Warm water came rushing in followed by the surprising feeling of two of her long fingers. With one hand on my back, she began massaging my prostate. I could feel water flowing inside me. After a few seconds, she pulled her fingers out. "Stand up," she said as she picked up a sponge and poured the Sugar bath oil. She began scrubbing my entire body. It was incredible. "Turn around" I did and she scrubbed my back. When I was sufficiently oiled, she instructed me to kneel again. As I did, I glanced a razor in her hand. I would like to say that I was scared, but at this point I trusted her completely. She drained half of the water out of the tub and said, "Lift your ass out of the water and spread your cheeks." "Yes Mistress" I felt her poor more oil into the crack of my ass. With her gloved hand, she rubbed the oil all over the crack of my ass and down to the base of my balls. Then it began. She was shaving me. With slow, methodical strokes, she removed every hair from my ass down to my balls. I felt the blood surging in my cock. She gripped my balls, spreading out the skin. "Don't move" she instructed as she shaved them clean. She pressed my back down so that my butt entered the water once again. Using her hand, she rinsed me. Her rubber gloves against my now smooth skin were a new and erotic sensation. I could faintly feel an orgasm building. Possibly sensing it, she instructed me to stand up and towel off and meet her in the closet. "Yes Mistress" Once dry, I walked into the closet. She was standing at a lingerie dresser and turned to see me enter. "Put those on, but don't pull them all the way up" she said and pointed to what looked like red rubber briefs lying on the bench in the center of the closet. I walked to the bench, grabbed the rubber shorts and held them up. Two things were immediately clear. First, these were way too small for me and second, they had a slit cut out of the back. I was puzzled, but knew I had no choice but to try and put them on. I unzipped the small zipper that ran partway down the back and slid the pants up to my knees. The cool rubber felt good but the shorts were incredibly tight. I tried my best to stretch them over my thighs. She walked up behind me with a thin silk strap about two feet long and about five inches wide. The strap had a series of eyes and hooks on each end, the kind you would find on a bra. She took the strap and wrapped it around my hip area. Before fastening it, she reached around and lifted my now soft penis. Using the strap, she pinned it in place. Over the next minute or so, she worked the hooks in the back, making the strap tighter and tighter. My cock was covered and was pressed tight, and almost completely flat, against my stomach. She moved around to the front of me. "Pull the bottoms up." "Yes Mistress," I said as I began to slowly inch the tight bottoms up. When I reached the base of my balls, she cupped them with one hand. "Keep going" she said as she began massaging my balls. As the rubber began moving tightly over her hand, she quickly maneuvered each testicle up into my abdomen then pulled my scrotum up tight, holding them in place. I was shocked, holding my breath in anticipation of pain that never came. "All the way up" she demanded. I complied When the shorts were all the way up, I was shocked at how tight they were. I was also a little shocked at how great the rubber felt against my skin. She walked around behind me again and began pulling firmly on the pants from behind, slowly working the small zipper up. When she finished, the pants were even tighter than before. Next, she brought out a red silk corset with eyes and hooks in the front and lacing in the back. "Grab the bar above your head." I looked up and, to my surprise, there was a bar connected to the ceiling. Standing on my toes, I was barely able to grab it with one hand. Lifting myself almost completely off the floor, I grabbed on with the other hand. As I hung there, she wrapped the corset around my waist, and began lacing it up. It was incredibly tight. I could barely breathe, yet she kept pulling tighter and tighter. Just when I thought she was finished, she instructed "exhale completely and hold it." As I exhaled, she began pulling the laces with incredible force, pulling me off of my feet. When all the air was out of my lungs, she gave one last pull and said, "That should do it, you can breath now." I inhaled quickly only to find out that I could barely inhale at all. All I could do was take short shallow breaths. "Keep breathing, your body will adjust. You may release the bar now." When I let myself down, I was shocked at how tightly packed the entire lower half of my torso was. There was no mirror, but just looking down, I could not believe what I saw. I had an incredibly tiny waist, and absolutely no sign of a penis. Yet still, I never suspected what was to come of all of this. My Mistress then walked over to a row of cat-suits hung in one corner of the closet and pulled out a shiny red latex one. She walked over to me, held it up and said, "Put it on." The suit had a zipper up the front and was incredibly tight. It also had a small slit in the rear, this one with black trim. I diligently worked it up my legs, over the latex briefs, over the tight corset, maneuvered my arms into the sleeves and was zipping up the front when I noticed that the suit appeared to be a woman's suit. I could tell it was a woman's because there were small outcroppings for breasts. It looked a little odd on me, however, like two empty pockets on what was otherwise a very tightly fitted outfit. My Mistress walked around in front of me and stopped me from zipping the suit completely. "Hands to your side" she demanded and I complied, still breathing rather shallowly. Like an artist, she spent the next few minutes carefully placing two rather large silicone molds into the suit, and then sticking them with adhesive to my chest. Then she zipped me up. Next, she fitted me with matching rubber gloves and socks. The suit covered me completely from my toes all the way to my neck. It felt so incredible on my skin that I hadn't stop to ask myself why I was dressing in a woman's catsuit. When she brought out the matching red rubber hood, I began to suspect that I was in trouble. The hood was very similar to the one the man wore just an hour before, except this one was red with small cat ears on the top, black rubber cat eyes but no eye holes, and black trim around the mouth hole. Most importantly, it had a ponytail of red hair protruding out the back. Hair that looked remarkably similar to that of my Mistress. She placed the hood over my head worked it methodically into place. It was pitch black. Soon, I felt her hands again, this time around my wrist. "Come" she said and she led me back into the bathroom. "Those lips are not going to do; we need to make them a little more puffy." There was a short pause. "I know just the trick. Drop to your knees." I knelt. Within a few seconds, I felt the head of her cock at my lips and I instinctively opened. It was still semi soft, but it was growing by the second. Inside my mask, I closed my eyes. Her taste was exhilarating. All I could do was picture that beautiful face, that incredible body, and the object of my desire, that gorgeous cock with small droplets of pre-cum beading at the tip. I used my tongue to guide her deep into my throat. After several slow thrusts, each one deeper into my throat, I felt the skin of her stomach it my top lip and the soft skin of her scrotum graze the bottom. She paused... then placed both of her hands on the back of my head, holding my face tight against her, my head impaled completely. And then the gentleness was gone. Without warning she withdrew herself half way and then slammed her cock deep into my throat hard. She was fucking my face and she was fucking it with tremendous force. My mouth was slamming into her stomach over and over again. It hurt, but it was also insanely hot. I could feel my cock straining against the tight strap that bound it. With every thrust, I was desperate to feel that familiar tension that let me know my reward was coming. After about ten minutes of furious fucking, she yanked herself from my mouth and let go of my head. My mouth remained gaping open with anticipation of that warm flood of sweet juice that I knew I had become addicted to. To my utter despair, it never came. My lips were pounding, swollen from the abuse they had just received. With an admiring tone she said, "Much better... nice and puffy. Now stand up, we haven't much time left." Still foggy with adrenaline, I stood. She led me forward, turned me around, and instructed me to sit. She peeled up the mask, so that my mouth and lower face were exposed but I was still blind. Next, she used a soft spongy object to rub what felt like lotion on the area around my mouth and then on my swollen lips. Then, she began brushing the same area with what I then deduced was a makeup brush. I realized what she was doing. My mouth was the only part of me that was exposed and she was making sure that it looked like a woman's. I was horrified. Why did I need to look like a woman, I had already shown her that I was willing to please her in every way she asked and from what I had seen tonight, she was very in to men. My thoughts were interrupted when she pulled the mask back down, securing it tightly. A few moments later, I felt her hands around my throat. She was placing something around my neck, a collar I presumed, and it felt like she was buckling the back of it. Still holding my throat, she demanded "Open your mouth slightly." When I did, she immediately began applying what I knew was lip liner and then lipstick. "Perfect. Stand up and come with me." She led me back into the bedroom. "Turn around" she said as she backed me into a what I remembered to be a rather tall leather ottoman. It was a square, measuring about three feet, and standing about four foot high on thick decorative rod iron legs. A unique, yet beautiful piece. "Sit" she directed. I lifted myself up slightly and sat on the edge. She guided me backward, laying me down. The distance to the ground and the arch in my back forced me to lift my legs up, bringing my knees almost to my chest. She was standing at my feet, holding on to my thighs. In that instant, I became incredibly aware that the slit in my outfit had left my now cleanly shaven ass vulnerably exposed. Holding my thighs, she began pulling. "Move toward me slowly" she instructed. Wiggling carefully, I moved my ass toward her. "Stop" she demanded. My ass now hung partway over one edge of the ottoman and my head was dangling partway over the other. Parting my legs, she placed one well lubed finger deep into me. "You will thank me for that later." I felt her leave and, a few seconds later, reappear at my head. With one hand on my forehead, she pushed my head down and I felt a tug on my neck and heard a small click. When she released my forehead, I was locked firmly to the ottoman by my new collar. Next, she took each of my hands, crossed them over my chest, and locked them to the ottoman. Still, I wasn't scared. Instead, my heart was pounding with anticipation. I couldn't wait to feel her inside me, to taste her, to please her. In my ear she whispered, "Not a word, a moan, or a squeal." And she was gone. For the next fifteen minutes, there was dead silence. Then, from the other room, I hear a male voice. "Miss K" the voice said. "Where are you, you little slut," he called as his voice neared the bedroom. My Mistress did not respond. My heart sank. The reality of what was about to happen hit me like a brick wall. My heart was pounding in my chest. I felt faint. "Well... well... well. What have we got here" another male voice said. I almost passed out. Two men. I felt a surge of adrenaline. Should I scream, I thought. Yell out that I wasn't Miss K. But I didn't. As much as it seemed like I should, I didn't. I am not sure why I didn't, but it wasn't because I was scared that my Mistress would send in the pictures. It was as if I wanted to see what would happen next. The same thinking that had gotten me here. "You kinky little slut" the first male said and the other chuckled. And then it began. Without warning, the first man slammed two fingers firmly into my ass. He began massaging my prostate with deep, forceful strokes. To ease the pain, I pulled my knees up higher and spread them a little farther. Sensing my vulnerability, he slipped in another finger. At the same time, the second man grabbed my ponytail and pulled my head down. My mouth opened automatically and he licked my lower lip. I was repulsed, but when he let go of my ponytail, I left my head back and my mouth open. I knew what he was going to do, and I wanted it. It was all I could think about. I even momentarily forgot the intense finger fucking I was getting. He laid his large head on my top lip, grabbed my fake chest, and steadily thrust himself into my mouth. His cock was long, with a huge head, but was not too thick. Totally different from that of my Mistress. As it glided smoothly toward the back of my throat, I wrapped my lips around its shaft, sucking strongly... pulling him in. He responded with a moan. As he withdrew his cock after reaching the opening of my throat, I could taste a large drop of pre-cum spread across my tongue. I sucked hard, not wanting him to pull all the way out. He didn't. Instead, he thrust his cock back in quickly. This time forcing himself deep into my mouth. In my current position, he met no resistance as he drove his large head deep into my throat. At that moment, I was brought out of my haze by the intense pressure of a large mass at the opening of my ass. I panicked a little, struggled slightly, but the second guy was now fucking my face with deep quick strokes