TGirl Kim Becomes a Slave for the Weekend P8
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I was fucked almost constantly that morning, one guy after another taking me in whatever position he preferred. When I wasn't being used, I was ordered to kneel beside Al's chair on the lawn and wait for instructions. My wrists remained handcuffed behind me and I stayed naked.
That didn't much bother me. I'd been naked for so long now that it would have seemed odd wearing clothes here. Late in the morning though, the sound of a power boat echoed across the river and a big powerful motorboat pulled into view upriver.
I started, and looked up at Al, but he didn't look like he cared a lot. The boat got closer and closer and I began to worry about being seen. I began to rise, thinking of going back into the cabin until they were passed but Al had tied my leash to the side of his chair and I was jerked back to my knees again.
He cuffed me and glared.
"I'll tell you when you can go someone, you slutty little bitch." he snorted.
"But..."
"What's the matter, slut? Afraid of someone else seeing what a whore you are? Tough shit."
The boat sailed closer to the dock and several of the guys went out to call across the diminishing distance to the occupants, inviting them over. As the boat pulled up to the dock I could see that there were four occupants, two men and two women, all in bathing suits.
They hopped out of the boat and climbed up onto the dock and I could see that they were all yuppiesh, at least, they appeared to be in their thirties. Even though none of them had seen me yet I was embarrassed at the knowledge that they soon would.
The men were bad enough, though I was reasonably sure they wouldn't be much bothered by me: The women were something else again. They would probably either be very angry, both with me and with the muscleheads around me, or disgusted, uncomfortable and embarrassed. In either event I didn't expect they'd stick around long.
Joe and Pete gave them beers as the group moved down the dock towards shore. They were all chatting happily in the way that vacationers do when they come across one another. Then they saw me. Actually, one of the guys saw me and stopped dead, then the others saw me.
There were wide eyes and puzzled frowns, as if they were trying to decide if they were really seeing what they thought they were seeing. One of the guys, a blonde with a perfectly permed hair do, started to grin, his eyes hungry as they watched me.
The other guy started moving forward again, Joe talking in his ear, obviously about me. Of the two women, one had long, obviously dyed blonde hair, and the other had very short brown hair. Both were tall and well built, the blonde wearing a tiny lime green bikini that emphasized her large bust and the brunette wearing a very high cut one piece white suit that showed her excellent legs.
The blonde was looking at me with a contemplative frown while the brunette looked very embarrassed and appeared ready to leave right away. Joe was talking fast but I couldn't make anything out since he was speaking in a low tone, partly to the men and partly to the women.
The blonde asked a couple of questions. I could hear her voice now and Joe's, but still couldn't make out the words. I flushed very red as they came closer, and tried to keep my face looking down at the ground. Al wouldn't permit that, pulling back on my leash to force my head up.
The strangers came up to our group of chairs and tables and sat down, all of them still staring at me. I tried to look away, over their shoulders or at Joe or one of the other guys. I couldn't meet the eyes of either of the women.
The blonde had a peculiar look, half amused, half contemptuous. The brunette tried as hard to avoid looking at me as I was at her. She was very uncomfortable, though the blonde seemed less and less so.
Joe introduced everyone to everyone else, except me since I apparently wasn't worth bothering with. The four were two married couples. Bob and Meghan Green were the blondes, while Sean and Tina Prentice were the brunettes.
The guys were Systems Analysts, while Tina was a librarian. Meghan didn't do much it seemed, except stay home and look after the kids. She had two daughters, both in their early teens. The Prentice's, who were younger, didn't have any kids yet.
Then Al did introduce me... as Princess, who he described as "... our pet dog." He then stood up and tugged on my leash.
"Come on, Princess, come and greet the nice people." he grinned.
He pulled me forward and I sort of frog walked across the few feet that separated me from Bob Green. He looked vastly amused, as did his wife. That hadn't been what I'd expected from them and I was a little confused. Nevertheless, I knelt before Bob's chair, looking down as Al told how friendly I was and told him to pet me.
Bob patted my head as though I were a dog, while Al kept my leash tight. Then I moved over and let Meghan pat my head, it was more of a stroke than a pat actually and her eyes slid up and down my body in what was clearly an interested assessment.
Sean looked uncomfortable and barely touched my head, then his wife got up and started back to the boat. He ran after her and stopped her, and the two argued out of my hearing. Then they came back and sat down again as Al led me back to my place beside his chair.
For the next couple of hours everyone just chatted idly, like at any normal gathering, and nobody paid much attention to me, except for the newcomers who's eyes kept flicking to me from time to time. Meghan especially seemed interested and I knew she was hot for me.
I'd never fucked a girl before and wondered if I would do so now. Clearly I'd have no choice in the thing. From the way she was looking at me she shared the opinion of the guys towards what I did and didn't want. She made a number of remarks during the conversation that were obviously double entendres and meant for my ears.
They were contemptuous and scornful. She talked and acted like a woman who thought of herself as the equal of any man and wouldn't permit anyone to treat her as anything less. But clearly, she was at the least, bi-sexual, and like most men, wasn't above taking advantage of women.
I got the impression from the conversation that the pair were, as the old people called themselves, "swingers". I guess they were on a fun holiday and sex played more than a minor part in it. I could understand Meghan involved in something like that, but Tina looked like the shy type and I wouldn't have guessed her to be a "swinger". Maybe she was just weak willed and going along with her husband's desires.
Then Pete ordered me to go up to the cabin and get some more beer. Al protested, saying I wasn't capable of going on my own, and that somebody had to hold my leash. Then, with a perfectly straight face, he asked Meghan if she would go along and hold my leash.
Meghan said sure and stood up. Al handed her my leash and I stood up as well. Then Meghan led me up the walk to the cabin door. She walked just behind me and I could feel her eyes, as well as the rest of the group, on my little ass cheeks.
She opened the door and held it for me as I went through and down the hall to the little kitchen. She pushed me back against the table then, and it did not come as a big surprise when her right hand slid down between my legs and started fondling my bare pussy mound.
She grabbed my hair in her other hand, pulling it back and forcing my chest out. Her eyes were extremely hot as she played with my pussy. "What a nasty little girl you are." she purred, her hand moving up and down my body. She cupped my left breast, as though weighting it, then squeezed, her fingers digging deeply into the pliable flesh.
"Nice tits." she sighed. She bent then, twisting my hair and thus my head to force my face towards her. Her lips came down on mine, hard, forceful, demanding. Her hand mauled my breasts, then returned to my pussy, a pair of fingers rubbing insistently along my cleft.
She pushed with her fingertip, forcing the finger up into my tight pink box, wriggling and pushing it up to the knuckle as her tongue slurped in and out of my mouth.
"I bet you've drunk enough cum to float an ocean liner." she moaned. She pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees, then pulled my head into her crotch. A simple pull of the string around her waist and her bikini dropped off, baring her soft, light brown bush.
"Suck me, slave girl." she gasped, "Suck some pussy for a change."
I didn't need to be asked twice. My tongue slid up against her cleft, rubbing up and down its length as she moaned and spread her legs, both her hands going to my hair and holding me firmly against her as she began to hump her hips back and forth.
She ground herself into my face as her hands pulled at my hair. She was heavily aroused, her pussy wet, her pubic hair damp with sweat and juices. She gasped and panted as my tongue slipped between her pussy lips and began to probe at her cunt tunnel.
"Harder! Harder you cheap little whore! I'll whip your ass until it bleeds!" she gritted, her breathing ragged.
I found her clit and began to work my tongue back and forth across it as fast as I could. She groaned louder, shoving herself against me with painful force, mashing my nose and cheeks against her crotch as my tongue slurped and rasped on her hard little clitty.
I heard the screen door slam but didn't turn around. I continued to suck on her pussy, my tongue scooping out thick dollops of girl juice as she mewled and whined above me. Then she came, her hips pumping furiously as she groaned and moaned and poured fuck juice into my face.
My tongue was a whipping snake as it buzzed up and down her cunt slit, and I swallowed as much cream as I could get my lips and tongue on. More rubbed against my face as she kept pulling me into her crotch though and I could smell little beyond the distinctive aroma of hot feminine cunt oil.
Then I was pulled back and lifted upward, pushed half over the table. Her husband was here with us, and obviously more even more excited than his wife had been. He jerked my left leg up, spreading me as he pushed his erection against my cunt.
To my surprise, his wife took his hard cock and placed it right against my slit, holding it as he sank the head between my lips. Then she let go and backed off a foot or so, her eyes fixed on us.
"Fuck her, Bob!" she gasped. "Just shove it right into her as hard as you can!" Bob complied, throwing his hips forward and jamming his cock high into my fuck box. I let out a grunt and a soft groan of pain as his cock thrust up into me so hard. His wife was enchanted, her eyes flicking between my face and the joining between her husband's sex organs and mine.
"Rip her cunt open!" she gasped. "Fuck her! Fuck the shit out of her!" Bob didn't wait for my cunt to adjust to his penis. He started to thrust in and out immediately, stroking as hard and fast as he could while his wife watched.
Meghan moved closer, grabbing my hair and forcing my head way back and to the side. "Suck her tits!" she said. "Bite the little whore's nipples!" he did and I groaned, and whimpered. "Harder! Bit her tits!" Meghan moaned, fingering her own pussy.
She bent and kissed me, her lips mashing against mine and her tongue thrusting into my mouth. She gripped my right tit and mauled it as her husband sucked on my left.
"Wait!" she said after a minute. She pushed back on Bob's chest and pulled my hair and arm, turning me around and shoving me face down across the table.
"Fuck her now!" she said. She took Bob's cock and placed it against my cunt, then let go as he thrust hard and buried it inside me. He started to pound his hips against me, slapping painfully hard against my buttocks and cracking my hips against the side of the table.
"Fuck her in the ass, Bob!" She gasped suddenly, as though the idea had just come to her. "You know how you're always trying to get me to let you fuck me ass. Use hers! The little whore will do anything you want!"
"Fuck yeah." Bob gasped.
He pulled his cock out of my quivering pussy and I felt Meghan's hand going up against my asshole, felt the side of her hand as she pulled his cockhead against my little anal opening. Then I felt Bob's cock pushing against my sphincter, the pressure growing by the second. His cock slowly sank down into me as Meghan's ragged breathing showed her excitement mounting.
Bob's hands gripped my hips while Meghan held my hair with her left hand and stroked my buttocks with her right. Bob's cock sank to the hilt in my buttery back hole and he ground himself into me as he and Meghan kissed deeply.
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