Our Tenth Anniversary

Part 1 - Not In Public!

So far, the weekend had been one of the best that we’ve shared. On the previous evening, we’d begun celebrating our tenth anniversary with a bottle of champagne, romantic music, and some of the most passionate lovemaking we’ve shared since our honeymoon. We had even fallen asleep early, lying in each other’s arms, and holding tightly as if it were our first and last time.

The morning began just as wonderfully. We awoke, still tightly entwined. However, that didn’t last long. Shortly after we’d opened our eyes, and reaffirmed our eternal and infinite love, we began to touch softly, and kiss. We each explored the other’s body with our mouths and hands giving in to our love, and to the lust we’ve shared since the first day that we met. We played gently beneath the sheet and blanket, not willing to let the covers slip from our warm bodies. Soon, she wrapped her soft legs around my hips, and pulled me closer. I pressed myself against her, trying to get ever closer. Each of us wanted to be inside the other. We wanted to be one. We hugged, kissed, and slowly pressed against each other until we discovered that my manhood had slid inside her without the slightest effort. It seemed that I could not get close enough to her or her to me. We each were drawn into the other, and our spirit was one--a celebration of our love.

Nothing could have been more perfect. Slowly we moved our hips forward and backward, and up and down. We stared into each other’s eyes. We kissed deeply. We rolled to and fro, patiently, as we pressed our bodies tightly together, and released slightly from the hips, in a slow and deliberate rhythm. We made love. And, we made love until we exploded together in the rapture of our mutual passion.

We held each other for a long time afterward. My erection had long since subsided, even though I was still inside of her. We didn’t want to separate, but eventually we had to give into the calls of nature.

We raced to the bathroom. I let her win.

After we were dressed and showered, we downed a couple of bagels, and packed up a change of clothing. Plus, she packed her entire bag of toys, and a purse which she rarely carried. This made me wonder a little about her plans, but whatever they were, they couldn’t be too bad. I packed the camera bags, and finished putting all of our gear in the car. Soon, we were making our way to New Orleans via the back roads. We stopped off at the more well known and scenic places along the bayous and along the old river road, teasing each other sexually, and shooting dozens of photos to help us remember this day.

Finally, we arrived in the French Quarter by the early afternoon. It was a very bright and cool springtime afternoon. My beautiful wife had reserved a small bungalow at the the edge of the Marigny. We unloaded the car. I made a couple of cocktails, before presenting her with a diamond ring. Just to spice things up a bit, I gave it to her from one knee as I proposed all over again. At first she seemed to think that I was playing, but once she looked into my eyes, and saw the quality of this new ring, she accepted my proposal all over again. Nothing could have been more perfect.

The rest of the afternoon was spent playing like we were tourists in the Quarter. We roamed from antique shop to antique shop, and from bar to bar. We heard some great Jazz and Blues. We had a wonderful late lunch or early supper, and took some excellent photos from the Riverwalk as the sun went down. Finally, a little tired from all the walking; we started the long march across the Quarter and back to our little weekend get-away. It was time to relax awhile before a big night on Bourbon Street. That’s when things started to get a little strange.

We were walking hand in hand, just passing the time with small talk when she let go of my hand, and stopped. She ordered me to do the same! I took another step forward, and turned, taking a couple of steps backward. I fanned my arms out with my palms upward. “You comin’?” I asked.

Her expression stopped me dead in my tracks. “I told you to stop. Is there a problem?” she spoke very slowly, softly, and coolly.

The smile on my face turned into an open mouthed gape. Palms still upward, all I could think of doing was raising my arms a little further from my sides. I stared like a complete idiot.

In the same menacing tone, she told me to put my arms down, shut my mouth, and to drop to my knees. Then, she reached into her purse, which, I was sure, would soon answer the question that I had the entire day.

“What’s with the pocketbook,” I asked for no other reason than not knowing what else to say. She rarely carried a purse, and never in the Quarter. Somehow, I knew the answer would turn out to be self-explanatory.

My arms fell to my side, but soon came right back up again. I wasn’t going to kneel down on that sidewalk. I wasn’t going to kneel down on any sidewalk. There was no way. We’d played these games before, but never in public. I had no problems with letting her top me tonight. The thought turned me on, but not now, and certainly not in public. However, before I could get the first syllable of protest out, she ordered me, again, to my knees.

She took a couple of steps forward, pulling a collar from her purse. “Put this on,” she ordered, while I could do nothing but shake my head slightly. She stepped right up to me, and looking up coolly into my eyes, she grabbed my crotch hard, and said, “If you don’t do this thing for me—Right now—you may never see another anniversary.”

I mulled her remark over for a few minutes, and knew she would not leave me over an unplanned D&S game. Well, at least, it was unplanned as far as I was concerned. Upon further consideration, I realized that she must have made extensive plans. There was more to come, and she was deadly serious.

Looking from side to side, I began to drop to my knees in front of her. She released my family jewels. A few people glanced momentarily in our direction. I took the collar from her, and began to put it on, as her hand went back into her purse. The next thing I know, she brought out a menacingly evil looking little riding crop which I had never seen before.

She lowered the purse and raised the crop to just above my eye level. I looked around again to see that people were now staring as they walked past. A couple of guys were walking backwards, and pointing. She dropped the crop hard upon my upper chest. It stung like hell, and the audible slap had stopped the spectators in their tracks. She whacked me again in the same spot. I flinched, and tried to avoid the gaze of the onlookers. She stepped forward again, and reached behind my neck, grabbing my long pony-tail. She snatched the back of my head down, and moved in close to my face.

“You’re going to be my slave boy tonight,” she whispered. For emphasis, she pulled a little harder on my hair. “Aren’t you?” she continued.

I nodded as best I could, considering the circumstances.

“I didn’t hear you,” she said aloud this time.

From prior experience, I knew the proper response. I managed a raspy, “Yes, Mistress.”

The tone of her voice was steadily rising. “I still didn’t hear you, and neither did these people.” She motioned to the onlookers with the crop.

My response was the minimal that I thought I could get away with, but that wasn’t enough. Even though the growing crowd heard my reply, she wanted more. “Tell all these people what you are.” Again, she motioned to the onlookers with the crop.

There was only two ways to end this. The first was to just stand up, and walk away, but I knew that I wouldn’t. The second was to get this humiliation over with, and to do what I was told. Maybe, that would satisfy her, and we could continue to the bungalow. I was about to answer when the crop came down on my back. “These nice people are waiting. Aren’t you going to tell them what a worthless piece of shit you are?” She spoke loud enough for the whole block to hear.

The crop came down on my back, again. Finally, in a voice just loud enough for the nearest people to hear, I said that I was ‘Mistress’ slave’. I felt a hard tug on my pony-tail, and the crop landed once more.

I grunted quite loudly.

She came up close, whispering, “These nice people are waiting on your answer.”

She let go of my hair, and stood up. The little crop hovered over me, waiting.

Perspiration collected on my brow. My throat was dry. I looked around at the expectant audience, without making eye contact. Then, I surprised myself as the words escaped me. In a loud, clear voice I exclaimed, “I am my Mistresses’ slave… She is my Goddess… I am her property to do with as she pleases.” I wanted to crawl in a hole, and hide from what had to be the corniest words I have uttered in my life.

I heard a few chuckles, and even a brief round of applause. I do not know how many people had gathered to see my humiliation, and no longer cared. My Mistress squatted in front of me, adjusted my collar, and tauntingly said, “Now, that wasn’t so bad. Was it?”

Before I could answer, she had taken a handful of my genitals, and ruthlessly used it to force me to my feet. “Follow me, slave,” she demanded, and continued on toward the Bungalow.

I followed obediently behind. The sound of the rowdy onlookers soon faded into the background. For the remainder of the walk, she never once looked back in my direction. At the gate to the courtyard of our bungalow, she ordered me to unlock the gate, and go to my knees. Finally, she looked in my direction, but only to hook a leash to my collar. Then, she stepped through the gate, tugged at the leash for me to follow, and ordered me to close and relock the gate.

A few of the other guests were gathered around the courtyard, seated on the patio furniture, and downing Hurricanes, and Daiquiris. On all fours, I followed at her heels. The door to our little apartment seemed miles away. A few jovial words passed between my Mistress and the other guests, but I wasn’t paying attention. I just wanted to get inside, and away from the others. That’s when I heard her say, “Ya wanna see?” My heart dropped as I dutifully obeyed her orders to roll over and play dead, to sit up, and to speak. The other guests laughed aloud as she patted me on the head, and said, “Good doggy…Now, open the door.”

I unlocked the door, and finally followed her inside.

Part 2 - The Pain

Our bungalow was more of a studio apartment with a small loft. The room was L-shaped. The door opened between two full length windows, and below a skylight. To one side was two wicker chairs with bright floral designs on the cushions divided by a wicker end table. To the other side was a wicker loveseat, with the same cushions behind a glass and wicker coffee table. Just beyond the loveseat were the door into the tiny kitchen, and then, the door to the equally small bathroom. Above the kitchen and the bathroom was the loft with a double bed, and nightstand. The loft overlooked the back L of the apartment, which had a queen sized bed, two nightstands, and a large changing chair with a high back, and another with a low back. Gaudy, framed, posters of previous Jazz Fests adorned the walls. The floor was sealed brick polished smooth by a couple hundred years of foot traffic. It had once been a part of an immense courtyard.

Once inside, Mistress ordered me to undress in the corner by the door, and look only at the wall. Luckily for me, the vertical blinds were already closed. I stripped down to my boxers, as she rummaged through some things over by the bed. My back was turned facing the wall. My erect cock sprung up through the open fly of the boxers. It had been a long time since I had so many hard-ons in such a short period of time. I stared proudly.

Mistress pulled me from my reverie. “Everything!” she commanded.

Quickly I dropped the boxers after a short “Yes’ Mistress.”

Before I could straighten up completely, she ordered me to grab my ankles, and not to move until further notice.

I complied by stepping back a bit, and spreading my legs, then leaning forward. My head rested against the corner, and the sides of my feet pressed against the front leg of the loveseat, and the pane of the full length window.

She rummaged through some more things for a short time more. Then, I heard her little footsteps on the polished brick floor as she approached me. Next, I felt the soft tails of a leather cat-o-nine tails run gently across my back and buttocks a few times. Just as I was beginning to really enjoy the feeling, the cat raised up for a moment, then came down hard on my upper back and shoulders. The force seemed to push all the air out of my lungs in one big grunt.

A couple of seconds later the cat came down again, only slightly softer than the first. Then, again, harder. Then, again. The strokes began to speed up, tearing at the flesh of my back.

Now, I am no masochist, but my wife, and mistress truly loves to inflict a good whipping. Previously, though, she held back considerably. This time, there was no restraint. I did not know how many blows came down, but with each successive blow I felt that I could not stand another. I held on to please her. Then, when I knew I could take no more, the barrage stopped. The pain continued.

Mistress inspected her work. She rubbed, pinched and scratched my stinging flesh. I writhed and hissed. Luckily, I ‘m not very vocal in these situations. If I were, she would have been forced to gag me to prevent an unwanted visit from the police, or a nosey neighbor.

This whole time she had been talking to me. She told me things like how I deserved the flogging, and she told me what a worthless wimp I was for only taking ten lashes. I thought the number was closer to thirty, but the pain was distorting my perspective. Unfortunately, the pain also affected my better sense. I told her, respectfully, how I felt about my flogging, and at first, got only a sadistic little laugh. That, however, was the end of my brief fit of manly pride, the pride that made me think I could take whatever she could dish out. The flogger began to rip at my back again, and again. Then, it tore across my ass for several screaming blows. Then, it tore at my back, again, before returning to my ass.

I hissed, and barked, and danced, and wriggled. I puffed out muted screams each time the big cat came down.

Without pattern, the blows alternated in location and intensity. They just rained randomly down, ripping out my very soul. I wanted to scream and howl. I wanted to let go of my ankles, rise up and snatch the instrument of my affliction away. I wanted to stop it so badly, but I could not, or would not!

My body had now gone rigid. My hands were still clasped tightly around my ankles, but my balance was gone. I had fallen forward a little. Much of my body weight resting on my head and neck, as my head pressed into the corner of the wall.

Mistress saw this and let up the barrage. She took hold of my hair, pulling me up straight. She pushed the flogger toward my face so that I may hold it with my teeth. Then, she pushed me face first back into the corner. Fully upright this time, my hard cock pressed firmly into the seam of the two walls. The flesh of my back and buttocks burned like the fires of hell. I marveled quietly to myself that my dick was still hard.

My wonder, of course, didn’t last long. Mistress dug her long nails into the burning flesh of each of my ass cheeks. I rose up on my toes, and pressed my now aching hard-on more forcefully into the corner.

She continued to scratch, rub, and to pinch the fiery skin of my abused ass. “You are such a fucking wimp,” she observed with her lips pressed to my ear. Her hot breath made her words seem even more menacing. She continued to hiss into my ear, while she kneaded my ass cheeks, and occasionally laid a loud and painful open handed slap on the hottest parts. “That wasn’t even twenty-five whacks, you fucking sorry excuse of a slave husband. You’re not even worth the energy. You’re a fucking pussy!” At that she once more dug her long nails into each of my nether cheeks, causing my dick to jam painfully back into the corner.

That said, she pulled one ass cheek away with her left hand, and then pressed two fingers hard against my partially exposed anus.

I groaned, and my knees went weak for a moment.

Mistress put both of her hands back onto my ass cheeks, and let her fingernails work their tortuous magic. She spread my cheeks as far apart as she could. Her breath was still hot in my ear. “Yeah, that’s it! You’re a real pussy waiting to be fucked. Aren’t you?” Her right knee came up fiercely between my cheeks, slamming into my anus. I do not know what was worse, her knee driving hard between my spread cheeks, of the force slamming my rigid dick back into the corner.

I kept quiet.

“I’m talking to you, bitch. That’s what you want, isn’t it. You want to be fucked like the worthless cunt you are.” Her left hand now pressed hard on the back of my head, driving my face and the dangling flogger into the corner. At the same time, she reached around me with her right hand to grab my hard cock, and squeeze. She continued to whisper harshly into my ear, “This hard little dick says it all. You want me to let you be a little whore. Don’t you.” She squeezed harder for emphasis. “You want to be a cock slut, giving your worthless ass up to whoever has something to put inside it. Do you really think that I’d let you have that much pleasure?”

She squeezed my balls one more time, released, turned, and said coolly, “Not hardly.”

I stared down at my hard little cock pressed into the corner, and waited for instructions. I heard her sit on a nearby chair, and open a magazine. Then, she ordered me to fix her a drink, and that I could have one if I felt I needed one. I put the flogger away, and made a couple of drinks. Then, she motioned me to the floor in front of her to rub her feet. The cool brick on my hot ass felt great. I wanted to lay my back down, too, but Mistress needed her feet rubbed.

We finished our drinks, and she ordered me to run a hot bath for her.

Afterward, I was allowed to wash her gorgeous little body. After all this time together, she still excited me more than any other woman had ever dreamed, or even more than I had ever dreamed. Like most Cajuns, she was petit, but extremely sensual. She had perfectly formed little round orbs for ass cheeks, a tiny waist, and lovely breasts with pierced nipples. Her short auburn hair framed her beautiful face. Her skin was a medium olive tone, clear and soft. Her features seemed small and delicate. Her lips were not large, but still full, and very kissable. Her eyes were a light grayish-green color. From the first day that I met her, her eyes seemed always happy and full of love.

I dried her off, and she told me to wash my own repulsive body. Squeezing my balls once again, she told me how a woman’s body is so much more attractive than a man’s. She let go, and turned away. Leaving the bathroom, Mistress said with her back to me, “Shower, and when your done, I want to see you crawling to me on your knees. You have ten minutes.”

She left me alone. I shaved, showered and brushed my teeth as quickly as possible. I finished with a few minutes to spare.

Part 3 – More Surprises

When I had finished cleaning, most of the pain had subsided. I left the bathroom crawling as commanded. Some techno pop was on the CD player. Mistress was lying on the bed. She was wearing a black leather teddy, thigh highs, garter belt, and spiked heels. I wanted to worship every inch of her body. I crawled toward the bed, hoping for the opportunity, but she was talking on the phone.

She moved the mouth piece away for a second. “Get me another drink,” she demanded, and went back to her phone conversation in hushed tones.

I got up to get the drinks, and heard, “Did I tell you to get up?” I went back to my knees. I made the highballs from a kneeling position. I tried to hear what was being said on the phone, but only caught a couple of words, and a few obvious gestures toward me, followed by a short, derisive laugh.

My Mistress said her good byes, and told me to come to her. I sat on the floor next to the bed, allowing the brick to cool my still burning butt. She teased me a bit as we finished off our drinks. She teased me about her girlfriend, Terry. I knew about her, and did have the pleasure of joining in with them on a couple of occasions. We had been swingers for several years previously, and had no problems with jealousy. Plus, I had no problems with Terry in our everyday lives. Actually, I enjoyed her company. The question mark concerned Terry’s husband, Lou. I had never met him, and knew very little about him. I knew only that he was a welding foreman at one of the local shipyards.

Mistress pulled me from my musings about Terry’s husband by twisting my left nipple. I yelped, jumped, and nearly spilled the last of my drink. That seemed to amuse her. So, she twisted my right nipple, mentioning something about fair play, and having to get busy.

She hastily got out of bed. As she dug in her bag of tricks, I admired her fine ass. Thirty-four, and her ass still drove me wild. She ordered me to pull the low back chair into the middle of the floor. She positioned me standing behind the chair, with my rising dick pressed against the back. She tied my ankles to the back legs, and my thighs to the wooden bars supporting the back rest that pressed against my dick. Next, she pushed my upper torso over the top, bending me over at the waist. She, then, tied my forearms to the arms of the chair. I wasn’t going anywhere, soon.

She went back to nursing her drink, and began to tell me about a few things she neglected to mention before. I had no choice but to listen. Even though my legs were spread a bit, and my ass was extremely vulnerable, I wasn’t completely uncomfortable. She went on with her story.

“You know,” she said, “Lou isn’t a bad fuck.”

I swallowed hard, and looked up into her eyes. She was teasing me alright, but was she serious?

“He’s got a better body than you, and a very nice dick.” She was rambling in a very precise direction. “Let’s face it, you’ve got a puny dick, and you’re a wimp for a lover. Lou’s twice the man you are. And, he doesn’t come as soon as he gets it in, or looses his hard after two minutes of pumping. He’s a real man, and knows how to please a woman.”

She looked into my eyes. “You’re wondering when, hunh? Almost every afternoon, lately. The three of us; Lou, Terry and me. Later, I might let you eat my pussy. Did you know you were cleaning another man’s cum out of me?”

I thought about the fact that she had sometimes tasted different lately. She seemed to taste a little saltier, and stronger. She got wet so much faster. I had even thought that it may taste like another man’s cum, but I just didn’t know. The idea excited me as much as it humiliated me. I wanted to see another man driving into my wife. I wanted to watch him please her like no one had done before. I wanted to watch his butt cheeks flex, and his balls heave up and down as he exploded inside her; as she exploded simultaneously. I wanted to see his cum drip from her pussy.

Mistress stood, and pulled a short cane from her toy bag. “Thinking about another man pleasing me turns you on, doesn’t it?”

I could only nod.

She laid the cane hard across the back of my thighs. The pain wiped my fantasies away. She ran the cane across different parts of my body before striking the backs of my thighs, again. I am not a masochist, and this was not fun. After one more crack, fate intervened. Whether that intervention was for the best is a matter of speculation.

Someone was knocking at the door.

Mistress, quickly pulled a blindfold from her bag, and put it on me. Now, I was blindfolded, helpless and prone, and my beautiful Mistress was letting in visitors.

Part 4 - Guests from Hell

I had been positioned so that I was facing away from the door. I could only imagine the look on these visitors’ faces stepping inside, and seeing only my ass and hanging balls like a sculpture or centerpiece for the room. Actually, I was glad that they couldn’t see my face.

I listened intently to the greetings. The first voice I heard was Terry’s excited greeting. I knew she was hugging, and by the sound of the smack, kissing my Mistress. Very soon, I heard Terry’s heels clicking on the brick floor as she darted in my direction. “Oh! There he is,” she proclaimed, just before she landed a sharp open handed slap on my butt. “He’s so cute like this!” She landed another slap on my other cheek.

While Terry was having her fun, I could hear Mistress greeting a man in muffled tones. He had a deep voice, and seemed to speak very quietly, and confidently. I could sense that the greeting was very affectionate, and sexual. This surprised me, because Mistress always spoke about being more attracted to women in that sort of way, and that I was the only man that she needed.

Terry called out “Louis” in a sort of sing song way, and slapped my ass again. This time, I heard Lou’s voice clearly. “Not a chance! Don’t even think about it. Nobody’s tying this man up.”

I could only imagine the exaggerated look of rejection on Terry’s face, as she left my ass for the loveseat where she plopped down.

They exchanged a few more pleasantries, as Lou sat in one of the chairs, and I heard Mistress join Terry on the loveseat. Then, Mistress asked, “Where’s James?”

Lou answered that he was on his way, and he’d call on the cell phone when he arrived. They all returned to small talk including a whole lot of sexual innuendo. I wondered who James was, and what the hell was going on. I wished I could see what was happening. Terry and Mistress are always very affectionate when they are together, but I was wondering what Lou was thinking, and doing. He was an unknown as far as I was concerned, and this James was a complete mystery.

I heard Mistress in the kitchen making a round of drinks. She talked to Terry through the wall. They were gossiping about all those people we knew in the swinger’s community, and about a few I never heard of. Lou didn’t get involved unless asked. When Mistress returned with the drinks, she seemed to linger near Lou, and things got quiet for a minute. My curiosity began to wander. Soon, she was back near Terry, and the small talk continued. I could sense that they were being playful, and probably had their hands all over one another as they chatted. That was typical behavior that I usually witnessed in a much different situation. I had always believed that our BDSM games never went beyond our own bedroom. Obviously, being bound and blindfolded with my ass in the air, I had been mistaken.

A cellular phone rang, and Lou answered it on the first ring. In typical male fashion, the only words I heard Lou say into the phone were a couple of ‘Uh hunhs’ and ‘Okays’. “I’m going to unlock the gate,” said Lou as he walked out the door. I did not hear the door close, and wondered if my bare ass and balls were exposed to the other guests in the courtyard.

The room was cool, but I was getting very warm. Every possible scenario of pain and humiliation that I could think of was running through my head. I felt embarrassed, and humiliated. The longer I stayed cut off from the rest, the more I began to worry. The more I worried, the more excited I became.

I heard two men walk in the door, and Lou made introductions--He made introductions! Not only did I not know Lou, but only Lou knew James. This began to sound a little dangerous.

When James said hello to the ladies, there was no mistaking the Hip Hop influence in his speech. He had an attitude, too. This became especially apparent went I heard him say, “That must be the bitch,” followed by a contemptuous laugh.

Then, something else struck me. Lou had introduced James as an old school buddy. I imagined all sorts of weird scenarios.

This time Lou got James a beer from the refrigerator, and they all returned to small talk. However, this small talk was all about Lou and James growing up together in the ‘hood’, and how hot the ladies looked.

Soon, the talk quieted down to mostly oohs and ahhs, and “Oh Baby, you’re so hot!” This continued from the front to the bed. The foreplay seemed to go on forever. I had the impression that the ladies were making love to each other more than they did the two men. Eventually, I could hear the distinctive sounds of both of the ladies cumming.

Shortly thereafter, the sounds of cock sucking became obvious. Terry was definitely blowing James. This was apparent because James seemed extremely vocal. He liked to pass comments on the quality of the work. In the meantime I could hear the muffled sounds of pleasure I knew so well from my Mistress. I heard them roll and toss and turn for what seemed like forever. The sounds of sex were beginning to get boring, when I noticed that things had gotten very rhythmic. I could not miss the sounds of intercourse. The bed squeaked and pounded to the thrusts of two distinct couples. The moans of the ladies were familiar. They both came several times, but the two men seemed to keep driving into them. I knew that I could never match this performance.

Part 5 – The Enlightenment

The pace was frenetic. I knew that they were real men pleasing those two beautiful women in a way I could only hope to. I could hear Lou’s breath getting short and raspy. Terry’s moans were falling in sync. I was surprised. I thought that Terry was with James, and my Mistress with Lou. I guess that they had swapped sometime during this marathon fuck fest. My suspicions were laid to rest when I heard James talking about how hot the pussy was, and how he was so close, and that he was going to fill her up with his juice. My Mistress answered. She told him how good he was, and how he made her cum over and over. She told him how much better he was than me. She told him how big he was, and how much she loved his big black dick.

Lou was now blowing his load into Terry. She was screaming, and I could barely hear his low, muffled grunts as he came. This did not interest me near as much as the others, though. Mistress, I knew, was riding James’ cock from on top. I could tell the way that she was cumming. Being on top helped to make her feel in charge, and she was using this man for whatever he had to offer. James was hollering, “I’m cumming. I’m cumming,” and then screamed a long, loud “aaaaarrrrrgggggh.”

Mistress was very much in control even though she was riding up and down the many waves of her orgasm. “Shoot that load inside me,” she commanded. “Fill me full of your cum….Ohhh, I love you big dick…” I could imagine her little body racked in the throes of orgasm. She was rolling up and down each wave, as she drove her tight and dripping pussy down and forward on James’ dick, then back up and back. Over and over she slid down his massive pole and back up again.

James shouted, “Sheeeeeit,” one last time as he emptied the last of his cream into her.

Mistress kept rocking on top of him for several more minutes before I heard her roll off, and she and Terry breaking out in a hysterical laugh. There was some whispering, and someone got out of the bed.

Before I knew what was going on, I felt a man untying my arms. Almost as soon as my arms were free a pair of handcuffs clipped around my wrists. Then, my legs were untied, and I was marched to the bed, still blindfolded. I was laid across the bed on my back. I could sense a figure hovering over me when something warm dripped on my cheek. I heard my mistress say, “Now’s your chance. Now you can show these men what a real pussy you are. Show them how much you want their cum.”

The figure hovering over me lowered, and sat on my face. It was Terry. Her pussy was wet and pungent. Lou’s cum flooded into my mouth. I held it in my mouth for a moment, then, forced myself to swallow. I lapped at her cum filled pussy like a madman. I wanted every last drop. I loved the taste and the smell of her and Lou’s combined juices. She moved back and forth on my face, and I cleaned all the cum from her pussy, and any that had dripped down to her ass. She came in minutes, spilling her own juices into my waiting mouth. Satisfied, for now, Terry moved to the other end of the bed where Lou and James waited. I could feel some slight bouncing. Someone was getting a hand job, or jacking off, I imagined.

When Terry was done, it was time for my Mistress to make me clean her pussy. I could sense her lowering her ass to my face, even as Terry had moved to the other end of the bed. Sometimes, someone would mention what a cum slut I was, or some other equally derogatory comment. This only made me want it more.

Mistress quickly straddled my face, and pressed her sopping pussy to my waiting mouth before she could loose any. When she relaxed, it seemed the entire contents spilled into me. I was overwhelmed at first, but quickly recovered. James’ cum was much stronger, and more pungent than Lou’s. Plus, there was so much more. Mistress pressed against my mouth hard, and I pushed my tongue deep inside to get every last drop. Her ass covered my nose, making breathing difficult. I sucked her clit, and tongued her G-spot, but apparently, she wasn’t ready to come again. She had other things on her mind. She called Lou over to her, and said to me, “I want you to meet Lou.” To Lou she said, “Lou, this is my little sissy boy, and he wants to lick your balls and ass while you fuck me.”

Mistress leaned forward, as she reached back and pulled the blind fold from my face. I was blinded by the light for a moment, when I noticed a very large, dark cock hovering just a few inches above me. I was thinking that I wanted more than anything to touch it, and to taste it. I got my wish. Lou ordered me to lick his dick clean, and make it nice and wet so that it would slide into my Mistress’ pussy easier. Lou’s balls hung low, and rested on my forehead, and he used his hand to push his cock against my waiting lips. I wanted so badly to suck that huge dick, until it exploded deep in my throat. He moved back and forth across my face as I licked him clean, but my Mistress’ waiting ass was only inches away. She made it known that she wanted him, now.

Lou’s tremendous cock, pressed against the opening of Mistress’ shaved little pussy for only a minute before Lou’s bulbous dick head disappeared. Mistress moaned. I could not believe how big his cock looked against her tiny pussy, and the deep brown of Lou’s skin made the contrast even more noticeable. Lou stopped a moment, drew his cock back a fraction, then buried a little more of his huge shaft into her waiting little pussy. She moaned again. They repeated this action several times until Lou finally buried his immense tool completely in my Mistress’ little cunt.

I watched him thrust all the way in and all the way out again, until Mistress ordered me to lick her clit. I happily complied. Watching this huge black cock drive into this tiny white pussy was driving me wild. I licked at her exposed clit while Lou drove into her ever harder and faster.

Mistress had allowed her legs to slide down until her entire body weight rested on me. Lou slid forward himself with his body almost straight and rigid. His legs extended out straight, and he was almost in a push-ups position. I was lying on my back. My Mistress’ pussy dripped love juices onto my neck. Her little butt was pressed against Lou’s powerful hips. He kissed and lightly bit her back. His dick was slamming almost straight down into her little pussy. I had little room to move, but enough to lick her clit, and his shaft, or his huge dangling balls as they slammed down on my face while he fucked her. I could watch his dark ass cheeks clench on every downward stroke, and pull apart on each rising stroke, exposing his hairless bung hole. I wished my tongue would reach there, too.

Mistress had started to hump back at Lou’s big dick, rubbing her clit across my chin on each stroke. They humped in perfect unison in long, fast strokes. Lou’s cock would slide all the way out, and slam back in with each mammoth stroke. The sight of his huge dripping head being exposed all the way, and then disappearing again made me want it in my mouth more than ever. The musky smell of his manhood was enough to make my own dick nearly explode. I needed his cock in my mouth so badly.

Finally, I could see his balls bouncing wildly. Mistress was riding her own orgasm out. She was squeezing my insignificant cock and balls only for something to hang onto as she bucked and screeched. Her clit pushed hard on my chin, working her into a frenzy. Lou’s cock drove into her like a machine, hard and fast. He pulled his dick all the way out, just as Mistress could not stand anymore stimulation. She pulled her whole body forward, just as his great dick slammed down again. Lou’s vast black tool missed Mistress’ pussy, and slammed straight down my throat. It was all I could do to keep from gagging. Lou pulled out, realized his pussy was gone, but my hungry mouth was waiting below him. We looked into each others eyes, and saw the mutual need. He laid down full on me, with all his weight and fucked my mouth like he had fucked Mistress’ little pussy. He took my cock, and began to jack it hard, while still thrusting into my throat. He was very close, and I wanted him to take his pleasure in my mouth more than anything. I wanted to serve this beautiful dark skinned man like the bitch slut I was. I sucked hard as he hammered down into my insatiable mouth.

Suddenly, his back arched, and his hips thrust down and forward. I saw his balls rise up, and almost disappear. Tremors ran through his beautifully flexed ass cheeks. He thrust forward one last time, as he exploded against the back of my throat. I gagged, but again, quickly recovered. I was ready for his next shot. I had maneuvered to get that precious dick out of my throat and into my mouth. He thrust forward again, and a second load that was bigger than the first splashed onto the roof of mouth. I savored every drop of his potent seed. He fired time and again into my mouth.

The idea of being this man’s bitch drove me over the edge. Lou took my little cock into his mouth just as I unloaded. I held his still hard cock in my mouth as I buried my face in this hot man’s ass. I pressed hard as I shot into his mouth. I felt like I came for hours.

My face now buried in his ass, I couldn’t resist. I let his cock spring out of my mouth, and began to work on his hot, tangy asshole with my tongue. I thought that I was in heaven.

He pulled away, then lowered his sharply chiseled face close to mine, and kissed me deeply. My cum was still in his mouth, and we spent several minutes sharing it.

Since Lou was no longer straddling my face, I could see the others sitting back against the headboard watching our performance intently. It seems that Mistress and Terry had no more interest in us. They left the bed hand in hand, and climbed the ladder to the loft. Terry went up first. Mistress handed up her bag of tricks. Before going up herself, she gave James and Lou instructions to violate me any way they wished. That was enough for James. He slapped my thigh hard, and said that he always wanted to wear out a white whore’s ass with a paddle, before he fucked it.

Mistress smiled evilly, reached into the bag, and pulled out a small wooded paddle. James hopped over me to retrieve the paddle. Mistress turned and went up the ladder to her lover. We all watched her beautiful ass as she ascended. I was, also, checking out James’ ass while he stood with his back to me. James was thin, but muscular. His skin was a little lighter than Lou’s, and he had a light carpet of dark hair around the crack of his nicely shaped ass. I could see the outline of his balls and huge dick in the shadow of the V that formed at the top of his legs. Lou got up, and headed for the bathroom. This gave me the perfect opportunity to make comparisons. Lou was much better built than James. He had a broader back, and well defined muscles. Lou was the perfect man. He was an Adonis. He was one of those rare individuals who possessed the body of a weightlifter, and the face of a model. He disappeared into the bathroom.

James had turned, and was coming back to the bed. He stared intently at me. I was still hand cuffed and lying on my back. “I’m gonna enjoy bustin’ yer white bitch ass, punk.” He was a little scary. He stood over me. I looked up at his huge cock. His dick was twice the size of my hard cock, and he was soft. His body was nearly covered by tattoos. He either got them in prison, or on the street. Some were good quality, but obviously not professional. All in all, James was not an entirely unattractive man, but he was nearly a troll when compared to the beauty of Lou.

James seemed to excel in two areas. First, he could fuck for hours, cumming over and over, again. Second, he had the biggest cock I had ever seen, but wasn’t a freak. It was very long and thick. A sheath of foreskin covered most of the head. From the end of the sheath I could see a drop of shiny liquid clinging to the slit. The size and perfection of his thick, straight cock mesmerized me. I wanted to touch it so badly. I could feel my own inadequate little dick beginning to rise.

James didn’t miss my excitement either. “Ya’ really want this big black dick, don’t cha, white boy?”

What could I say? I nodded slightly.

Lou came out of the bathroom. He joined James. They both stood there, their wonderful cocks hanging invitingly over me. This was a cum slut, black cock lover’s dream come true. I was going to be bitch boy for two of the hottest men I had ever seen. The fact that Mistress and her lover had an unobstructed view from the balcony increased my level of desire. My little cock twitched in anticipation. If there were ever any questions about how far I would go to please Mistress, or to please a man, it had been answered. I had been with a few other men, but nothing could compare to this. This seemed like the fulfillment of my life’s desires. I was a willing slave for these gorgeous studs.

Part 6 – Shut Up and Suck

The ecstasy must have shown on my face. Lou looked down at me, and asked, “What the hell are you smiling about.”

James didn’t give me a chance to answer. “I’ll wipe that dumb assed grin off his face,” he said, as he reached down, and hooked his fingers through my collar. He used the collar to drag me off the bed. I half fell to my handcuffed hands and knees on the cold brick floor. He jerked the collar upwards, now, so that my face was just inches from his beautiful brown cock. I could smell the aroma of sex, and the strong musky scent of manhood. My cock was beginning to stir.

“Get up, Bitch,” James ordered. “I gotta piss. When I get done’ I wanna see a beer waitin’ for me on that table.” He gestured at the coffee table.

I turned for the kitchen. After taking only one step I felt a lightning blow of the paddle land on my ass. The pain nearly drove me to my knees.

The sound must have drawn the attention of everyone else. I heard snickering comments from the loft, and a drawn out “damn” from Lou.

James carried the paddle with him into the bathroom, ordering me to get my “punk ass moving.”

Lou laid a much softer open handed slap on the same ass cheek, and ordered me to prepare a bourbon and coke for him. I got the drinks as quickly as I could, but it’s not the easiest task in the world to prepare a drink wearing handcuffs. I put the drinks on the coffee table. Lou was already seated on the loveseat thumbing through an Ambush magazine that we had picked up earlier. He looked over the tabloid sized periodical, and motioned me down. I knelt in front of the coffee table.

James came out of the john. He walked right up to me, holding his huge dick in his left hand. The paddle was still in his right hand. “Lick the head of my dick, Cunt.” I knew what he wanted. I used my tongue to lick the droplet of urine from the end. Then, I wrapped my lips around his cock head, and sucked any piss from inside, while he stroked his giant shaft a couple times outward to pump the last drops out. Only a few drops of urine escaped, but it was enough to know that the taste wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. I sucked his foreskin back over the head as I pulled reluctantly away. “Don’t worry, bitch, I’ll let you have more, later. I ain’t ready to fuck ya, yet.” He turned, and walked to the loveseat, where he sat next to Lou.

The two friends started on a discussion about the Saints. I tried to join in thinking my expert commentary may be appreciated. I didn’t finish two words when James shut me up. He began to yell, “Did I hear any mu’fucker tell ya ta open yer fuckin’ mouth? This is man’s talk. The only sound I wanna hear outta you is the sound of yer bitch ass slurpin’ on ‘dis fuckin’ cock.” He hesitated, glaring cruelly at me. “What da fuck ya waitin’ on? Shut up an’ suck, pussy boy!”

I walked on my knees around the coffee table. They pushed the table a little further away from the sofa with their feet. I kneeled before James. He pulled my head down to his lap. I began to lick and to suck as best I could without the use of my hands.

Lou said, “Fuck this,” and retrieved the cuff keys from Mistress.

In a minute they had the cuffs off. Now, my hands were free to explore and stimulate. I rotated serving Lou and James with my mouth while I jacked the cock that my face wasn’t buried in.

The two men left football, and started to talk about someone they knew in school. Lou had seen his photo in Ambush. It seemed that this guy had become a transsexual. Lou and James found this hilarious, and both commented that they knew he’d turn into a bitch.

I continued to suck, fondle and lick these two hunks’ huge tools, balls, and as far below and behind their balls that I could reach with my tongue. Lou would scoot forward to give me more access, but James seemed indifferent to this pleasure.

Soon, James had me lay across the ample arm of the wicker loveseat. He came up behind me, and rubbed his cock along the crack of my ass. “Oh, no,” he said, “this ain’t no good I gotta warm this fuckin’ ass up.” Just as soon as his words finished, the paddle slammed down on my exposed rump. He would slap it a few times with the paddle, and then a few times with his hand. Sometimes, I thought that the hand did more damage.

Lou took his massive meat in his hand, and knelt on the end of the loveseat directly in front of me. He pulled my head down to his balls. I tried to lick the luscious black balls, and the exposed underside of Lou’s throbbing cock. The sporadic hard slaps on my ass made this very difficult. In a few moments, Lou gave this enterprise up. He turned, pushing his ass crack right into my face. I liked and sucked all about his hairless ass. James was flailing away on my ass, and my tears began to flow. They added salty moisture to the attempt I made for Lou’s rim job. I held onto Lou’s muscled hips for support.

It didn’t take long before I was openly sobbing into Lou’s rock solid ass. I felt like the blows were beginning to tear away my burning flesh. I grunted and groaned between each blow. Finally, James thought that my ass was warm enough. He grabbed the tortured flesh with both hands, and twisted and spread my cheeks apart. I whimpered into Lou’s alluring posterior.

From somewhere, James had come up with a king-sized condom, and a bottle of lube. Soon, he had several fingers exploring my anus. The pain was intense. However, before I knew it, he had his gigantic slab of cock meat pressed against my aching bung-hole. In a matter of seconds, I screamed for the first time. Lou’s ass acted as a sort of muffle as I nearly lost it from being penetrated by the biggest real cock that I had ever seen. Nothing this size had ever been inside me. In only a few thrusts half of James’ mighty shaft was tearing at my anus. The pain was incredible. I could see only white light, and all my other senses had begun to fail me. James’ killer cock dove deeper inside me with each thrust. I held tighter to Lou’s powerful hips with each invasion of my burning asshole.

Time seemed to stop, suspended in pain, until I noticed that James’ strokes were becoming longer and more even. I’d also noticed that I was now sucking on Lou’s big balls from the back. I started to get into the flow of things. I relaxed, letting James’ full length and girth hammer into me. Before I knew it, I began to move my hips in time with the driving thrusts. I was so much into it that I was working James’ huge dick with my ass. I let go of Lou’s hips, gaining back a large measure of my own balance, relying on the loveseat’s arm to hold stationary, and keeping James’ thrusts from driving me across the room. Soon though, James thrusts had subsided. He seemed content to let me fuck his mighty tool. I worked his cock over like the slut I had become. I visualized my ass dancing on this dick in some obscene queer ballet.

I wrapped my arms around Lou’s hips jacking him off while I licked, and sucked his tight little hole, or ran my tongue down to his luscious balls to suck there or nibble on his loose, hairless ball sack.

This was heaven. I felt like the perfect slut. Chills ran through my body. At last, my fantasies were being fulfilled. I was being fucked like the whore I was, while I buried my face in a perfect, hard man’s ass. I loved the feel of that huge dick violating my asshole. The feel of Lou’s gorgeous cock pulsating in my hand drove me wild. The sight of a man’s firm ass spread before me was always one of my biggest turn-ons, and I melted at the sight of an ebony hunk. Damn! I felt like such a whore. My entire body trembled. My knees felt weak. I knew Mistress was watching me get abused like I truly deserved.

My tongue stabbed at Lou’s tight hole when I noticed it begin to flex rhythmically. His balls pulled up, and he was hissing through his perfect teeth. He suddenly turned, and before I knew it his big dick was once again pressing against the back of my throat. His hands held the back of my head. He was fucking my face for all he was worth. I held onto his quivering ass cheeks. His cock was rock hard, and pulsating in my mouth.

James saw that Lou was about to shoot his load and began to piston into me with a fast and furious pitch. James held my hips, ramming me like a jack hammer. His giant cock sliding ten inches in as his hips slapped against my ass cheeks. Then, he would pull the full ten inches all the way, until it hovered, pointing to my stretched asshole. He would plunge it back in with the least resistance from me. His hips slammed once more against my burning red cheeks. These huge thrusts were coming in rapid fire succession. They came hard and fast. They came in erotic desperation.

Lou finally made real noise. He was groaning loudly, and shouting, “Bitch, bitch, Take my load you fucking cunt. You damned cock sucking little fffuuuucckkiiiiinnnnnggggggg whore.” He pulled his beautiful big dick out of my mouth at the last second. He blew his load on my face.

I, too, couldn’t stand the pressure any longer. I was shooting all over the arm of the sofa, as Lou emptied his load on my face and hair. I tried to catch as much of Lou’s cum in my mouth as I could. His cum tasted so good.

Before Lou could dump half of his load, James pulled out of my abused ass, and ripped the condom off. He grabbed his enormous hard-on, and moved next to Lou. They both were, now, shooting their loads on my face, and in my mouth. I continued to shoot into the arm of the loveseat. I swirled both men’s cum around in my mouth, and kissed and licked both of these giant dicks bobbing and thrusting in my face.

The thought of Mistress seeing my ravaged ass swinging lewdly in the air, as two beautiful dark hunks emptying their loads in my face, as my slut mouth searched for every drop of flying cum made me insatiable. Even after they had shot their massive loads, I still searched for their cum. I pumped their great cocks into my mouth sucking every last drop of their man juice from them. I used their cocks like squeegees, wiping the cum from my face, then licking it from their dicks.

My own dick was still throbbing. I wanted more men. I felt like I could fuck every man in the world, as long as Mistress was here to watch, but Lou and James pushed me away. I slid down to the floor, and sat back against the side of the sofa feeling dejected. I heard the sounds of lovemaking coming from the ladies in the loft. Lou and James ignored me. I went to the bathroom to wash my face, and pee.

Eventually mistress and Terry came down. I was ordered to make omelets and biscuits. I served, as they talked. Finally, the dishes were done, and James had left. Lou and Terry retired to the loft. Mistress removed my collar, and we both showered. We went to bed, held each other close. She asked me how I liked my anniversary gift. I told her that it was the best. We kissed, and once more fell asleep in each other’s arms.