I think if Chris hadn't said something, they would have shoved something in me, but that changed the mood. They were all pretty alpha, but he was definitely the Alpha alpha. They backed off a bit."Let someone else have a turn, why don't you?"A guy, Tom, I think, walked over to the sofa and offered me his hand, pulling me to my feet. He turned me so he could still peek at the screen as he leaned over to take my left nipple in his mouth. He was a short, stocky guy, like a wrestler, with huge, broad shoulders. His hand grabbed my other tit, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. Josh moved to next Tom and pushed his hand away."Share!" Josh growled.Josh had spiky gelled hair, brownish but bleached at the tips. He had an earring in his left ear that looked like a diamond. He attached his mouth to my right nipple and sucked it in hard, grazing me with his teeth. I remembered him from Friday - he was the one who started the tit sucking that had me cumming on the table.Josh and Tom were
"Are you still liking this?""Yes Master."He moved his hand over my breast, groping and kneading it. I arched into his hand. His other hand moved between my legs, inserting his fingers into me. I hissed a bit, feeling sore from a very active weekend. It didn't stop him."Did you like triple penetration?""Yes! Mmm. Master.""What if it wasn't so many all at once?"I felt like there was a right answer here, but I didn't know what it was. So I fell back to the default."Whatever you want to do with me, Master.""But would you be satisfied with just one?"He was rubbing harder now, and pinching my nipple."Oh, yes, Master," I moaned."I don't believe you. You are the most insatiable slut I've ever met."He dug three fingers into me and started sucking on my nipple, hard."Master may I cum?""Yes."As he nipped me with his teeth, I came hard around his fingers."Yes, Master," I said, sighing with pleasure. I spread my legs wider, hoping he would mount me."I think we've ruined you for on
They came in a limo to pick me up. The better to fuck me on the way there, they said. There were just three of my 18 masters tonight, the others were too busy or not sex-crazed enough to need a mid-week fuck. Josh got Oliver and Mike to agree to a night out at some hot club Nick had told him about, the kind with the velvet rope. Josh liked trendy. Judging how hard Mike and Oliver fucked me when I got in the limo, I think they would have gone anywhere just to get laid. Three masters, three holes - as soon as I got in, they each picked one and got to it. At least they came in me, not on me, so my outfit wasn't stained by the time we got there.They had sent over the outfit. It was a red leather corset with black laces up the back and a black zipper up the front for the impatient. There were lots of other black zippers set in the front, too. Around the bottom edge there were D-rings, smaller than the ones on the wrist restraints they used on me, but still easy to latch things onto. A bla
"The last night of the show, my last night before going away to college, there was a cast party in the lobby. I went to change out of my blacks into something nicer. I didn't hear the dressing room door open, but I was standing there in my underwear and realized he was standing there, watching me. He told me to strip for him."I took another drink."Did you strip fast or slow?""I felt like I should do some sexy strip tease, but I was shaking. I'm sure I looked clutzy. He asked if I was a virgin. All I could do was nod. He said he'd 'take care of that'. He used a condom."I felt stupid for adding that, like they'd care, but Mike seemed interested in everything."Did he force you?""Not exactly. I didn't say yes. But I didn't say no. He pinned my hands over my head, hard. And he was rough. But I liked it.""Did it hurt? When he penetrated you?""Yes."Mike forced my legs open, pinning the far side with one hand and pinning my other leg with his leg. He plunged two fingers in from the o
Pete needed a +1 for his friend's wedding. He was a cute guy, and loaded, but he spent so much time working at his tech job that women didn't stick around long. Being one of my 18 masters these last few months was working out pretty well for him. When he got off work, around 9 or 10, if I wasn't already busy with one of the other masters, he would come by my place for a quick fuck before heading home. He never stayed over. A few times when he was working really late, he'd have an Uber take me to his building. He'd strip me and tie me to the futon in his office, then he'd alternate between pounding on the keyboard and pounding on me for a few hours. It was pretty hot.They'd set up a calendar to schedule my time with them, so Pete claimed that Saturday in March for the wedding. He went all out - he had a personal shopper at Nordstrom pick out a gorgeous dress for me. It was dark purple, which went well with my fair skin and dark brown hair. It had a vintage vibe, full, stiff skirt and
I am naked. I am in a cage. I am covered in cum. I am blindfolded. My hands and feet are bound. I have given my life over to the 18 men in the next room. I am thinking this is either the most brilliant or most stupid thing I have ever done.I am theirs now, 24x7. The ink on the contract is as dry as the cum on my face. I am horny as hell - even though I just spent a few hours being face fucked, my pussy hasn't been touched in over three days and I am burning with need. I am terrified at what I have gotten myself into. 24x7. No safe word. Oh, I can end the whole thing, rip my life apart a second time. My apartment is gone, the keys handed over to my Masters when I signed the contract. My belongings are all in storage by now, but I don't know where. I feel free despite my bonds and cage. I want to be out of this small, dark cage, but I am terrified about what will happen when I am naked and exposed in front of my 18 sadistic owners. I crave sexual release, but I know that soon they will
I started my other new job as a full-time slave on Friday afternoon. I signed my life over to them and they tattooed their ownership mark on me. They put a gleaming steel ring around my neck, with a D-ring off the front that they could use to tie me or lead me with a leash. It locked so you couldn't see a seam on it. They fucked me for four or five hours straight that first night. And I mean straight -if one of the 18 of them didn't have his dick in one of my holes, they filled my cunt with a fucking machine. I'd gone three days with no sex and had gone mad with horniness. After Friday night I was so thoroughly fucked they had to carry me to bed. They didn't need to chain me to it, but they did anyway.Saturday and Sunday continued the fuckfest. Saturday night they had a party to celebrate my new status. They tied me up from one of the hard points in the living room so I was flat out suspended on my back with my legs and arms spread and my head cradled back. They raised and lowered me
My first full week as a 24/7 slave was more than I ever thought it would be. More work. More sex. More intense. More exhausting.They'd fucked me pretty hard before, but now that they totally owned me, every minute of every day, they really took every advantage. They didn't like my crummy pre-slavery apartment, so even though they'd come by when they really needed to get off, they didn't stick around long. In my new prison, they had a big, beautiful space with a flat screen TV and a fridge full of food that was restocked every day by their personal shopper. They had a full bar and a micro-brew keg. There were three bedrooms, two with en-suite bathrooms. One was mine and one was for my jailer. The third bedroom was a sort of dorm room with bunk beds, in case several of them wanted to stay over. There were also two nice sofa beds in the living room and three reclining chairs you could easily sleep in. Maybe it was the novelty of having me chained up and naked all the time, or maybe it w
"I couldn't do it," she whimpered in abject misery. "I couldn't do it. I'm so sorry I couldn't do it.""Shhh," I shushed her soothingly. "I know you tried your best."Bleary eyed, she turned to look up at me. "If I did, would it change the way you feel about me?"I gave her a reassuring smile and began to say the same thing I'd said to her last night. "I told you: I won't love you any le-"I stopped as I was suddenly seized with the sense that I was about to make a huge mistake. I remembered what Sam had said to me the last time I'd said those words, complaining that I wasn't listening.But I was listening now, and I realized that last night I'd gotten everything backwards. So instead, I tilted her face to look up at me and stated evenly, "Deep-throating me isn't going to make me love you more. I don't need you to do something like that... or even have sex with me... to try and make me think of you as 'my favorite'. You can't buy my love with a blowjob. I care a great deal about you a
I arched an eyebrow. "Never really thought of myself as 'gorgeous'.""Why do you think we've all been rubbing ourselves all over you for the past few years? It's not because you're ugly." Sam reached up and traced my cheek with her fingertips. "It's in your eyes, really. The intensity of your stare when you look at us with such... heat."I started to look at her with heat in my eyes, thinking about all the things I'd done to her last night... Thinking of all the things I could be doing to her right now. But I took a deep breath and forced myself to once again be patient, to think rationally instead of hormonally."But what changed?" I asked. "You've been attracted to me for a long time, you say. What was different about last night?"Sam sighed and stared back into her lap. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said quietly, "Maybe I should just go home.""Sam...""This wasn't a good idea.""You can't dodge this forever. And you don't have an excuse that you need to beat your pa
I nodded, and she nodded, and a long silence fell over both of us. We smiled at each other, unsure of what to say. And after the silence started to become a little awkward, only then did we seem to remember our nudity."I did NOT expect to have this conversation today," I finally said, a little embarrassed."Me neither. But..." She popped her eyebrows and gave me a hopeful smile. "I know this hasn't been the most 'uber sexy' conversation, but would it be too weird for me to say I'd still like to take another shot at this sex thing?"I raised my eyebrows. "You sure?""I don't want to go to bed tonight still a... Well I guess I'm not technically a virgin anymore, but I still don't feel like I've earned my woman card."I smiled but held up a finger. "You're letting me go down on you this time, no arguments.""Not arguing.""Maybe I shoulda bought some lube." I suddenly grimaced and rubbed my temple as if I could physically scrub away the thought that had just popped into my mind."What?"
Belle snorted and gave me a look of disbelief. "You really think I wanted all that? I love you, Matty, and I always will. But I never wanted a fancy romantic date. The six of us girls may be eagerly climbing all over your body exploring everything physical pleasure has to offer, but none of us is going to date you. The BTC will survive you fucking the shit out of Sam. The BTC will survive you having sex with me. It will NOT survive you becoming someone's actual boyfriend. I told you before: I'm not breaking up the BTC for us.""Then...?"Belle pulled my hands out of her shirt and sweatpants, twisted around in my embrace, and got to her knees. She leaned forward to kiss me gently before sitting back on her heels. And then she reached down to grab the hem of her t-shirt and swiftly whipped it over her head. Her bra had been dislodged, exposing her right boob, but she unclasped it and tossed it to join the shirt. And then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants and sta
"Yeah, I'll bet she was soooo torn up about it," Belle scoffed. "You know she DID say that one time it wouldn't be such a stretch for her to fuck you just so she could be your favorite.""I don't think that's what was going through her mind. I mean, I DID ask her why she did it, but she looked at the clock and said we had to hurry home.""Convenient."I sighed. "I thought so, too. She dodged the question. But at the same time, I genuinely believe that she doesn't know why she did it. It was an impulsive decision. Ten seconds earlier, she'd been bawling her eyes out over her inability to deep-throat me even though I told her it wasn't a big deal. Maybe having sex with me was her way of... making it up to me? Something like that."Belle looked at me skeptically. "She couldn't deep-throat you, so she figured she'd give you her pussy instead?""I know it sounds crazy, but it's the best explanation I've got."Belle pursed her lips and sighed, looking thoughtful. She started shaking her hea
"Language, please, Matthew," Mother interrupted.I sighed and tried again. "Why does everybody assume I have to be having sex with the girls to be friends with them? I'm NOT.""Well, you're apparently fucking Sam."I popped my eyebrows at Mother's use of the f-word. It told me she was dead serious. Or she was messing with me. I couldn't actually tell. Pursing my lips, I said defensively, "That's different.""Are you in love with her?""With Sam? No." I shook my head. "We're friends.""'Friends' don't spend three out of four nights alone together, having sex or... or whatever you two were doing to each other before tonight."I buried my face in my hands. "I canNOT believe I'm having this conversation with my mother.""Is she going to become your girlfriend?""No.""Do you intend to keep having sex with her?""I don't know! We didn't plan on last night happening! It just... I mean..." My shoulders sagged. "Things got out of control, annnnd we didn't really have time to talk about it bec
Closing her eyes, Sam held up a finger and grimaced. She exhaled slowly, opened her eyes again, and said, "I know that we need to talk about this, but I really don't have the time right now. I've GOT to beat them home.""Don't deflect.""I promise we'll talk later, okay?""There's still plenty of time to-""Matty, please?" She stared at me, her eyes begging me to drop it, and all thoughts of pressuring her any further evaporated. Something incredibly momentous had happened between us, life-altering really, and I was desperate to understand why. But my relationship with Sam - with all the BTC girls, really - had been built on me never pushing them beyond what they were comfortable with. And I couldn't bring myself to push her on this, either.With a sigh, I nodded my agreement silently, and Sam immediately vaulted off my bed and to start hunting around for her clothes. I watched the way those big naked tits wobbled as she hunched over and bent to grab first her dress and then her corse
Without a word of warning or request, Sam elevated her body, notched my cockhead at the entrance to her pussy, and sank herself down.My jaw dropped.My eyes went WIDE.My hips jerked UP.Sam moaned, tilted her face to the right, and mashed her lips against mine.And then she MOVED.Wrapping both arms around my head, Sam yanked my face down into her prodigious cleavage as she started to fuck me. I felt my cheeks getting squished by her massive mammaries, a constant up-and-down motion as she rose and fell in my lap with rhythmic intensity.And my cock? Holy crap I can't even properly describe what was happening to my cock. Adjectives fail to properly define how it felt to be inside my very first pussy. Tight? Yes. Wet? Hell yes. AMAZEBALLS? Hell fucking yes. And yet so much more.'Sex is fucking amazing!!' I thought to myself.'Why the fuck did I ever wait this long?!?''I shoulda dropped the entire BTC in a fucking heartbeat and just slammed it into Holly when I had the chance!'Okay,
"Oh, my fucking GAWD..." I moaned rapturously, and Sam's smile lit up the room with both pride and delight at my reaction.Even though her makeup had been messed up a little, her hair was still sexy and I loved the way her dangling silver earrings framed her face. She wore a strapless, black lace corset top that lifted and separated her huge breasts so that they almost appeared spherical. I tugged her satiny dress past her hips and down to the floor, revealing a matching garter belt to go with her thigh-high lace stockings. She stepped out of the satiny material and waited for me to remove her skyscraper heels, since I had my hands on her left shoe. But with a bit of a smile, I pulled my hands away and left the heels alone. "Wouldn't want your bootcamp training to go to waste," I murmured with a smile.Still kneeling before her, I ran my hands up Sam's stockings and around to cup her juicy buttcheeks, using my grip to tug her crotch forward so I could inhale her sweet scent and take a