Headfirst into the whirlpool again
It's been a long time since I've experienced those amazing sensations that new encounters with new acquaintances bring. Especially when these encounters are filled with perversions. Just like this time.
I had already been on a business trip in this city for a week. Work was piled up, you barely manage, or sometimes don't manage at all. And the per diem money, as usual, was running out much sooner than the company would send the next batch. In short, I had to prefer the company of porn actors and my own hands to the company of women.
But then, one evening, I decided I needed to spice up the dry handjob with memories of the beautiful and amusing cases of my bisexual and frankly
pedarastic connections from the recent past. And for that, I went to one of the cuckold-swinging websites. After jerking off to the photos and ads, I found the city I had been vegetating in for a week. And I found several couples from this city. In the end, I settled on one.
Everything here is usual. And yet, enticing. Finishing the last of the whiskey, I closed my eyes in fantasies.
We're sitting at my place. We had a drink to get acquainted, relaxed a bit. Of course, we won't jump straight into wild sex. Especially since we don't quite know yet what each of us wants from a partner. Or rather, I don't know what they want from me, and they don't know what I want. Yes, to be honest, I haven't even decided what I want yet. And here, cards come to our aid. I realized long ago that this is the surest means for loosening up and subsequent sexual frenzy. I suggest playing "the meek fool." That's when you only play with the six cards you were dealt, without drawing from the deck. I propose the rules: each loss means minus one item of clothing. We play until completely undressed. And so on, until one winner is determined. Each loser gets another chance to redeem themselves — three times. Two losses for a naked person mean their complete loss. The loser is now obliged to submit unquestioningly to the winner. The second loser has the right to three wishes, which they can order from the first completely defeated loser. At the same time, the losers must immediately after their defeat determine the boundaries of their slavery (let's call a spade a spade). Well, and I also add a time frame — an hour and a half after the end of the game.
In short, the guests agree to my proposal. The cards go with varying success. Gradually, we undress. As it turns out, I end up naked before the others. And twice in a row, when I could still redeem myself, the cards are completely against me. In short, I am the first slave. Sadly, but it's a game and you can't escape the rules. And who will win? Who will we have today — a master or a mistress? I set the boundaries — only within the apartment, without any video or photography (at least with my image), and without anal penetration towards me. And, of course, without any mutilation, hair cutting, and other absurdities.
Kneeling, hands behind my back, I watch the game. The winner is... The winner is the lady. Her husband tries to redeem himself, but in the end stands next to me. The situation begins to arouse me. Our mistress wants to see how her servants love each other and orders us to kiss. Her husband and I, my fellow slave, touch each other's lips with our lips. From just this touch, my dick rushes upward. Tickling the man's lips with my mustache, I gently touch his chin with my lips, lick his neck once or twice, kiss his collarbones. I can't take my eyes off his rising cock. I myself am about to explode from the tension. The feeling of humiliation and the mocking gaze of the mistress add piquancy. And then she orders her husband to suck me off. But as soon as his lips touch the head of my penis, I can't hold back anymore and erupt. Right on his face.
The mistress's laughter. And her promise to punish me. And then her husband decided to use his wish right. He stands up and puts his cock in my mouth, immediately pushing it into my throat. Yes, I realize my guilt. And to atone for it, I work my head and mouth as best I can — sucking, swallowing, jerking with my hand. On the side, mocking comments from the mistress, evaluating how many points I score...
The mistress's hand grabs me by the hair and pulls me away from giving her husband a blowjob. The next item — the clitoris. I am simply happy. My tongue, my lips, all of me is devoted to this miracle. I suck and tickle with my tongue, taking short breaks to lick her labia or penetrate inside with my tongue. Sometimes it tickles closer to the anus. But each time it returns to this wonderful little bump, which one of my old girlfriends called her "dick" (she really had a giant one, about two and a half centimeters, a clitoris that looked exactly like a penis, from just one touch of which the girl was ready to explode)...
And so for an hour and a half. Or more... We please the mistress together with her husband. She pleases us. He and I give each other blowjobs and jerk each other off, and both lick her clitoris, her anus, caress her entire body. And she — manages to suck us both at once and in turn. The room was saturated with the smell of depravity. And in the end, we tire, falling in exhaustion... The aftertaste of sex in my mouth — a mix of the tastes of sperm and female secretions, fatigue and relaxation...
It's been so long since I've plunged headfirst into this abyss of depravity...