Pool Party

You get up out of bed and push my face into the bedspread. You kick my legs out wide and shove your fingers unceremoniously into your cunt. Nice and wet, just as you expected. As your fingers slide out, your cock almost immediately slams in. I gasp at the suddenness of it but only for a moment as with each deep dive my pleasure rockets upwards. You are a man possessed this morning and wants nothing more than to shoot his cum all over the ass before you. With just a few more thrusts, you can feel the edge coming close. I’m whimpering for more. I want it all, but just as I can feel that edge approaching, you pull out and with a loud grunt, your cum shoots all over me. As you finish, you take your hand and rub it all over that ass that you own. I try to keep my hips still, but my need is still high. ‘Greedy slut,’ you say and I can hear the laughter in your tone. I feel the movement but don’t place it until your hand lands hard with a smack across my bare flesh. My mind doesn’t know whether to yelp or moan and a weird combination of the two emits from my lips. Just as quickly four more smacks rain down on that pure white flesh.

You reach down and tangle your fingers in my hair. ‘Up, bitch,’ you tell me as you drag me to my feet. I awkwardly get off the bed and face you, keeping my head bowed as much as I can with your fingers gripping my hair fiercely. ‘We’re due downstairs, slut.’ You just turn and start walking out of the room with me trailing behind you. ‘Oh, actually, pet, I nearly forgot something.’ You reach into the bedside table and grab two nipple clamps, you snap them on without any preamble. The sting causes me to hitch my breath but on the exhale I can already feel my arousal mounting. You pause only momentarily to allow me to help you get your swim trunks on as you drag me down the stairs by my hair. At the bottom of the stairs, you turn me around to face you. Quietly, you whisper to me, ‘come for me bitch, come for me, now!’ Though they are whispered, the authority behind those words are unmistakable. My body responds as I try my best to keep my volume down as several orgasms sweep through my body. I keep my eyes averted. It’s so embarrassing that you can do that to me. I don’t even need to be aroused most of the time, but today, I am most assuredly aroused. I expect you to leave me there, by the door, to await your return, but as you push open the door, I realise you have far different plans.

You lead me behind you by my hair. I look away. I can hear the people ahead. What will they think? What will they do? I can feel the mortification sneaking over me and a blush rising over my entire body. You look back and smile at me, then pull me around in front of you, facing the pool and all those in it. It goes silent. My blush deepens even further as I stand there, naked in front of them all, my breasts thrust outwards, nipples secured with clips. My mouth goes dry, but that’s about the only thing that does. I catch the scent of you, sir, spread all over my ass. Drying there as we stand, in front of them all.

‘This is my fucktoy, everyone, and she has a party trick that she is going to perform for you now.’ A look of utter bafflement steals across my face. I’m completely lost. Party trick? What party trick? I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. I tense with the worry that I might disappoint you, and I don’t want to do that. Isn’t it just enough that I’m here, before them all, naked, covered in your cum? You pull my head back so that I must see those in front of me. I try to look away, but you force me back to face those before me. Then, like a shot, COME FOR ME BITCH, COME FOR ME!!! My eyes fly open with terror. No. I can’t, not here. Not now. Not in front of this sea of strangers, but my body doesn’t care. It’s been well trained to this. I feel my hips shake and thrust as an orgasm builds and shoots through me, all the while, being forced to maintain eye contact with those ahead of me. ‘AGAIN!’ You shout and my body complies. My moans become louder, my gyrations ruder and more pronounced. I bite my lip hard to try to stop myself from screaming out as the next orgasm takes me. ‘AGAIN!’ You tighten your grip in my hair as another orgasm racks my body, tears in my eyes, whether from shame or pleasure, I can’t be sure. This time there’s no holding back, I scream as my hips buck and wave wildly. As it begins to recede, I try to lower my head, but you keep me facing forward and I realise what it is you want me to see. You want me to witness that moment when they all spot the wetness dripping from your cunt and down my legs, leaving a trail as it goes.

I have no defence. I can’t hide my face. I have to meet these people before me knowing that Ive just shown them all just what a wanton slut I am.

‘Please feel free to avail yourself of her services. My compliments.’ You walk me around the pool to the steps. You have me kneel a few steps down into the water, placing my hands on the side of the pool. ‘Now slut, fucktoy extraordinaire, you will stay here, like this, and you will do whatever it is that is asked of you. If they want your mouth, you will give it to them, if they want your ass, you will give it to them. If they want your tongue, then you will give it to them. Others might bring drinks or snacks to share to a pool party, but I’ve brought you to share. Don’t disappoint me.’ For the longest time, I just knelt there, waiting. You could feel the silence around me, but as someone turned on some music, the conversations began again, and still I waited. No one approached. What was I to do? My task was to please them, but how was I to do that when no one came near. As the gentle hum of babble took on a life of its own, I could hear someone moving near. This may be my only chance. ‘Please, please, use me, anyway you want, but please use me. You won’t be sorry. Please. I must please you.’ There was an awkward pause, an uncertainty in the air, before I heard the small exhalation of breath that told me he had decided. He pulled down his swim trunks and presented me with his cock. My mouth latched on as if it was the last cock in the world. I bathed and slathered his cock up one side and down the other. I pushed him deep into the back of my throat and then tantalised the tip. I feel his muscles tense. He’s close. He grabs the back of my head and shoves it as deep as it will go down onto his cock. As my mouth makes contact with the base, his cock jumps in my mouth and a bitter stringy shot of come shoots down my throat. It is so horribly bitter that I want to gag, but I know that would not olease my Master. As he pulls out, I let my jaws slacken and let some of his cum dribble out of my mouth again.

‘That’s not how you do it,’ another male voice says and gently pushes the previous one aside. ‘Open wide.’ With that, his cock slides over my tongue, pushing the existing come back down my throat. I try not to gag. He puts a hand on each side of my head and begins to face fuck me hard. He holds me there. Longer. And longer. I wait. I start to panic. My muscles tighten around him and just when I think I might blackout, he pulls back and lets me gasp in a few sharp intakes of breath before he grabs my head and forces me down again. Slam, slam, slam, hold, hold, wait, breath. Again and again the pattern is repeated. I’m so lightheaded I lose all track of self. Finally, I feel his cock in my mouth, starting to quiver. Without notice, he rips himself away from my mouth and shoots his entire load all over my face. The burn in my eyes from the salt of his come brings me back to myself.

Throughout the night, I was taken, used, fucked, and used my tongue on countless men and women. As time rode on, it left me behind, there but absent, floating, feeling, one sensation after another assailing my body which is beyond the stage of high alert. I lose all track of self.

Then I feel it, those hands, the ones I know so well. They pull me onto his lap. My head falls against his chest. I listen there to his heartbeat. It’s beat guiding me, holding me present, guiding me back to myself. I hear him then, ‘good girl’. I smile, and then I sleep.