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When Kim emerged from under the table both her jaw and her pussy ached. The second and third fucks had been particularly vigorous. The fourth had seemed to go on for ever. At least on the fourth Ben’s mother had preferred to be fisted. Not fingered, fisted. That gave some relief to her mouth but was a bit of a contortion when on all fours while someone was pounding away behind her.
When the fourth had come there was a pause while Kim stayed under the table while they had a long conversation about the man’s boy. The father was convinced he was gay and Ben’s mother was trying to reassure him that in the modern age that was fine. This conversation began while his cock was still inside her it eventually shrank enough to slip out of her. As he got up she heard a man say
“One more for supper?”
Ben’s mother was firm, “Service is temporarily suspended. Dinner resumes at 10.”
She then put her arms under the table cloth and tugged on Kim out. She gave Kim a smile.
“I think we both need a drink.”
Kim gingerly stood up. Part of the problem was she had been on her hands and knees so long the blood needed to circulate. Partly the lips round her pussy were a little raw and this made walking difficult. Parlty as she stood up, a large dollop of semen began to descend down her leg. There was the main berg on her thigh, but above and below it were white rivulets. On that was particularly irritating reached her ankle. Again Ben’s mother passed her a napkin
The orgy was now in full swing. As they passed a mattress with maybe ten people entwined, a man reached out for Kim but was batted away by Ben’s Mum.
“No, she’s mine for now.” She gave Kim a genuinely warm smile. “Do you know what? I think I want to own you. You have a lovely body and it would be a shame to waste it in one of those…shambles.”
“Thank you” said Kim, unsure what else to say.
She did want to change one thing.
“I’m sorry I don’t know your name.”
“Karen Miller, but if I am your owner you should call me Mrs Miller. I shall call you Judith. My mother had a maid called Judith. Screaming dyke, but very kind and legs to die for.”
They were passing a mattress with three men, one of whom was Tim. His erection was in in its full glory as he was face up while being roasted.
“I always liked a good buggering,” said Mrs Miller following Kim’s gaze. “Not too often, but now and then makes your bottom feel appreciated. Jim always says it’s the waste of a good vagina. Meant as a compliment I suppose.”
“Is that why you came here?” asked Kim.
“Oh no, this is Jim’s birthday present. He likes rolling around on those mattresses. I prefer something more intimate. I’m more of an old fashioned ripped clothes and bondage girl myself.” She paused. “Nothing like giving your husband’s balls a good kick or two after he’s ****d you.”
Kim was silenced.
In any case they had arrived at the bar area. Most of the people were now naked and the music could not drown out the background of moans and other sounds of ecstasy. Most of the chatter implied people knew each other and were catching up. Mrs Miller grabbed a couple of glasses of champagne from the table, handing one to Kim, then paused to chat to someone.
Kim looked around hoping to see Dr Pauling. There was a mix of bodies from taut beauty to outright obesity and everything in-between. An older woman with truly colossal bosoms, the nipples were not far from her navel, was talking unselfconsciously to two men, one of whom had an erection and was clearly fascinated by the breasts. Strangely the other man seemed completely oblivious as he talked about the repairs he had just done to his boat shed. A larger group of younger people, in their early thirties, were listening to a convoluted story about the colleague of one o the men at a computer software company who had been forced to employ the boss’s son, a boy so stupid they had invented the job of “office technician” to keep him occupied moving furniture.
She looked out into the party room. The mattress was still a seething mass of bodies. It looked like a creature from a bad science fiction movie, with randomly flailing appendages coming out of all parts of an ill-defined blob of a body. The threesome that had included Tim had now been joined by another couple of men.
Then she noticed something odd. Behind the men was a table where a fully clothed couple were sitting. It looked like the short couple who had arrived late. It was hard to see properly, the lights had been dimmed, but they seemed merely to be nursing their drinks and looking unfixedly into the middle distance, like one of those older couples who sit together silently in a dull bar.
“These are for you.”
Mrs Miller handed her metal studded leather straps that turned out to be a human sized dog collar and leash. Mrs Miller helped her secure the collar. It was padded underneath and surprisingly comfortable to wear. Kim found that thought a little disturbing. Unsure what to do next, she brought her elbows in and held out her arms like she was a begging dog.
“Now don’t be silly Judith. You are a person not a dog. I know some people like their pets on all fours, but you're just my slave.”
She gently slapped Kim’s butt and indicated the direction they were to walk. As she walked past a couple of people gave her head a pat and while Mrs Miller paused a moment, a man put his hand between her legs.
Mistress Miller swiped his arm, “If you tease the slave she is allowed to bite you.”
Kim gave a half hearted bite in the man’s direction and he turned away. Another man looked like he was turned on by what he had seen but Mrs Miller gave her another slap and she walked back in to the room.
“Can I talk Mrs Miller?”
“Of course, though you need to call me Mistress Miller now.”
“Mistress Miller who are the couple at the table, the fully dressed ones behind the men.”
Her Mistress looked then laughed. She leaned closer, “That’s the Hughes couple. He’s chief executive of the local council, so they get invited every time we have the party here. Turn up every time and just sit there. Shall we play?”
She now led Kim towards their table. As Kim passed Tim, now with his cock slowly moving inside a large balding man, he gave her a wink.
Mistress Miller had reached the couple and gave them an expansive smile.
“What a pleasure to see you again.” She gave Kim’s leash a tug. “Judith kneel down and kiss Mistress Mildred and Master Simon on the hand.”
Kim knelt between them and they both limply extended their hands towards her to be kissed.
“I think you will agree I bought a fine specimen. Pleasant rump, pretty to look at and those teats are to die for. Feel for yourself.”
Kim uncertainly pushed out her chest. Mr Hughes looked at his wife, whose face was as grim as slate, and hesitantly put out his hand to touch where her breast met her body. Mistress Miller grabbed his hand and pressed it firmly over the nipple, then did the same to Mrs Hughes. The four of them were frozen. Mr and Mrs Hughes, a hand each on Kim’s breasts; Kim kneeling her back straight looking up to Mistress Miller, whose was beaming down at them with an expectant look on her face. Never had Kim more wanted a photograph of a scene where she would be naked.
Mrs Hughes broke first, hastily followed by Mr Hughes. Mistress Miller raised her voice so people at other tables could hear.
“I told you. A fine pair. Worth the trip alone, don’t you think?”
“The Hugheses nodded vigorously while staring at the table, obviously caught between their embarrassment at publicly touching a naked breast and their desire to politely agree with Mrs Miller.
“Right up you get Judith, you’ve had your fun with Mr Hughes, now back to earning your keep.”
Her gentle tug of the leash momentarily unbalanced Kim and she put her hands forward to steady herself. Straight onto Mrs Hughes chest. She withdraw her hand quickly, but not before she saw Mr Hughes shuffle in his chair and try to subtly re-arrange himself.
Mistress Miller lead her to the stairs and up to the mezzanine. Kim was surprised at how unselfconscious she felt as she looked down and realised anyone looking their direct would be staring at her naked ass.
At the top Mistress Miller turned to look down from the banister so Kim did too. Now it was her breasts and pussy, with its trimmed but still quite thick hair, she was flaunting. Amongst so many other naked people no-one seemed to notice. Indeed it was her Mistress in her gown, and Mr and Mrs Hughes in their smart office-wear creeping to the exit around the edge of the room, who were most noticeable.
Mistress Miller turned to her.
“Now to the Spankery.”
When the fourth had come there was a pause while Kim stayed under the table while they had a long conversation about the man’s boy. The father was convinced he was gay and Ben’s mother was trying to reassure him that in the modern age that was fine. This conversation began while his cock was still inside her it eventually shrank enough to slip out of her. As he got up she heard a man say
“One more for supper?”
Ben’s mother was firm, “Service is temporarily suspended. Dinner resumes at 10.”
She then put her arms under the table cloth and tugged on Kim out. She gave Kim a smile.
“I think we both need a drink.”
Kim gingerly stood up. Part of the problem was she had been on her hands and knees so long the blood needed to circulate. Partly the lips round her pussy were a little raw and this made walking difficult. Parlty as she stood up, a large dollop of semen began to descend down her leg. There was the main berg on her thigh, but above and below it were white rivulets. On that was particularly irritating reached her ankle. Again Ben’s mother passed her a napkin
The orgy was now in full swing. As they passed a mattress with maybe ten people entwined, a man reached out for Kim but was batted away by Ben’s Mum.
“No, she’s mine for now.” She gave Kim a genuinely warm smile. “Do you know what? I think I want to own you. You have a lovely body and it would be a shame to waste it in one of those…shambles.”
“Thank you” said Kim, unsure what else to say.
She did want to change one thing.
“I’m sorry I don’t know your name.”
“Karen Miller, but if I am your owner you should call me Mrs Miller. I shall call you Judith. My mother had a maid called Judith. Screaming dyke, but very kind and legs to die for.”
They were passing a mattress with three men, one of whom was Tim. His erection was in in its full glory as he was face up while being roasted.
“I always liked a good buggering,” said Mrs Miller following Kim’s gaze. “Not too often, but now and then makes your bottom feel appreciated. Jim always says it’s the waste of a good vagina. Meant as a compliment I suppose.”
“Is that why you came here?” asked Kim.
“Oh no, this is Jim’s birthday present. He likes rolling around on those mattresses. I prefer something more intimate. I’m more of an old fashioned ripped clothes and bondage girl myself.” She paused. “Nothing like giving your husband’s balls a good kick or two after he’s ****d you.”
Kim was silenced.
In any case they had arrived at the bar area. Most of the people were now naked and the music could not drown out the background of moans and other sounds of ecstasy. Most of the chatter implied people knew each other and were catching up. Mrs Miller grabbed a couple of glasses of champagne from the table, handing one to Kim, then paused to chat to someone.
Kim looked around hoping to see Dr Pauling. There was a mix of bodies from taut beauty to outright obesity and everything in-between. An older woman with truly colossal bosoms, the nipples were not far from her navel, was talking unselfconsciously to two men, one of whom had an erection and was clearly fascinated by the breasts. Strangely the other man seemed completely oblivious as he talked about the repairs he had just done to his boat shed. A larger group of younger people, in their early thirties, were listening to a convoluted story about the colleague of one o the men at a computer software company who had been forced to employ the boss’s son, a boy so stupid they had invented the job of “office technician” to keep him occupied moving furniture.
She looked out into the party room. The mattress was still a seething mass of bodies. It looked like a creature from a bad science fiction movie, with randomly flailing appendages coming out of all parts of an ill-defined blob of a body. The threesome that had included Tim had now been joined by another couple of men.
Then she noticed something odd. Behind the men was a table where a fully clothed couple were sitting. It looked like the short couple who had arrived late. It was hard to see properly, the lights had been dimmed, but they seemed merely to be nursing their drinks and looking unfixedly into the middle distance, like one of those older couples who sit together silently in a dull bar.
“These are for you.”
Mrs Miller handed her metal studded leather straps that turned out to be a human sized dog collar and leash. Mrs Miller helped her secure the collar. It was padded underneath and surprisingly comfortable to wear. Kim found that thought a little disturbing. Unsure what to do next, she brought her elbows in and held out her arms like she was a begging dog.
“Now don’t be silly Judith. You are a person not a dog. I know some people like their pets on all fours, but you're just my slave.”
She gently slapped Kim’s butt and indicated the direction they were to walk. As she walked past a couple of people gave her head a pat and while Mrs Miller paused a moment, a man put his hand between her legs.
Mistress Miller swiped his arm, “If you tease the slave she is allowed to bite you.”
Kim gave a half hearted bite in the man’s direction and he turned away. Another man looked like he was turned on by what he had seen but Mrs Miller gave her another slap and she walked back in to the room.
“Can I talk Mrs Miller?”
“Of course, though you need to call me Mistress Miller now.”
“Mistress Miller who are the couple at the table, the fully dressed ones behind the men.”
Her Mistress looked then laughed. She leaned closer, “That’s the Hughes couple. He’s chief executive of the local council, so they get invited every time we have the party here. Turn up every time and just sit there. Shall we play?”
She now led Kim towards their table. As Kim passed Tim, now with his cock slowly moving inside a large balding man, he gave her a wink.
Mistress Miller had reached the couple and gave them an expansive smile.
“What a pleasure to see you again.” She gave Kim’s leash a tug. “Judith kneel down and kiss Mistress Mildred and Master Simon on the hand.”
Kim knelt between them and they both limply extended their hands towards her to be kissed.
“I think you will agree I bought a fine specimen. Pleasant rump, pretty to look at and those teats are to die for. Feel for yourself.”
Kim uncertainly pushed out her chest. Mr Hughes looked at his wife, whose face was as grim as slate, and hesitantly put out his hand to touch where her breast met her body. Mistress Miller grabbed his hand and pressed it firmly over the nipple, then did the same to Mrs Hughes. The four of them were frozen. Mr and Mrs Hughes, a hand each on Kim’s breasts; Kim kneeling her back straight looking up to Mistress Miller, whose was beaming down at them with an expectant look on her face. Never had Kim more wanted a photograph of a scene where she would be naked.
Mrs Hughes broke first, hastily followed by Mr Hughes. Mistress Miller raised her voice so people at other tables could hear.
“I told you. A fine pair. Worth the trip alone, don’t you think?”
“The Hugheses nodded vigorously while staring at the table, obviously caught between their embarrassment at publicly touching a naked breast and their desire to politely agree with Mrs Miller.
“Right up you get Judith, you’ve had your fun with Mr Hughes, now back to earning your keep.”
Her gentle tug of the leash momentarily unbalanced Kim and she put her hands forward to steady herself. Straight onto Mrs Hughes chest. She withdraw her hand quickly, but not before she saw Mr Hughes shuffle in his chair and try to subtly re-arrange himself.
Mistress Miller lead her to the stairs and up to the mezzanine. Kim was surprised at how unselfconscious she felt as she looked down and realised anyone looking their direct would be staring at her naked ass.
At the top Mistress Miller turned to look down from the banister so Kim did too. Now it was her breasts and pussy, with its trimmed but still quite thick hair, she was flaunting. Amongst so many other naked people no-one seemed to notice. Indeed it was her Mistress in her gown, and Mr and Mrs Hughes in their smart office-wear creeping to the exit around the edge of the room, who were most noticeable.
Mistress Miller turned to her.
“Now to the Spankery.”
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