Shanghai Shanghai

Part 3:

Half an hour, one hour, two hours; I have no idea how long Mistress Vikki fucked me. She stopped only once to add more lube. She never spoke. All I heard was her heavy breathing, the squish of my asshole against dildo, and the slap of her hips and thighs against my ass. I lost track of time and totally submitted. I could have sat up now, but I knew that I was not allowed. I probably could barely move even if I wanted to.

A loud knock startled us both from out rhythm. Mistress Vikki stopped her relentless assault on my asshole and pulled out. My asshole was numb but I could tell it was still gapping open. She walked over to the door and opened it, “Hello Mistress.”

“I see you have worked up a good sweat my pet. Good work Vikki,” said Mistress Chang.

“Thank you Mistress.”

“Who is this?” asked a deep male voice. The sound of a male voice startled me. I twisted my neck around and looked back; Mistress Chang strode into the room wearing a long black PVC coat and two men, one on each arm. The two men were well muscled and impeccably dressed and her coat hung open in the front. The man who had spoken used a deep, raspy and commanding voice.

“Just a pathetic slut we have been having a little fun with,” smiled Mistress Chang. “Just ignore it. It's going to have other jobs to do soon.” They sat down together on the bed with Mistress Chang in the middle. She allowed her coat to fall open which revealed that she was completely naked underneath. Vikki stood a few feet away like a servant in attendance. Mistress Chang looked seductively into my eyes and then smirked. She turned to her left and started kissing and trading tongues with the man next to her. Stopping, she looked at me and smiled. She turned to her right and kissed passionately with the other man. The first man opened her coat and grasped her breast, kneading it, and then ran his tongue around her nipple. She paused and spoke in a cold harsh tone, “Vikki. Help them with their shoes. Now!”

“Yes Mistress,” replied Vikki. Vikki dropped to her knees and then crawled up to the petting lovers. Sitting on her ankles, Vikki worked quickly to take off the men's shoes and socks. Mistress Chang continued to switch between the two men. While kissing one, the other sucked on her breast and began fingering her pussy. Vikki took off the men's shoes and socks and then their pants. Mistress Chang took a hard cock in each hand and began to stroke them roughly. Each man sucked on a nipple and the man on the right still fingered her. Mistress Chang smiled at me as she stroked the men's cocks. All I could do was watch.

“Vikki. I think they will start arriving any time now. You had better get him into position,” said Mistress Chang.

“Yes Mistress,” replied Vikki who then moved to the open suitcase. Mistress Chang leaned over and took a cock into her mouth. She sucked it in deep and then looked sideways me. Vikki returned, and everything went black. She had slipped a leather blind fold over my eyes, and she was now securing it behind my head. I was blind, but I could still here Mistress Chang moaning and sucking. Mistress Vikki pulled me upright by my leash; it choked me as it dug into my throat. All my muscles were cramped and stiff. My hands were suddenly released causing my arms to flop forward; I groaned into my gag because of the pain in my stiffened shoulders. Mistress Vikki pulled my hands together in front of me and then quickly chained them together; I could move them no more than six inches apart. The spreader bar holding my ankles was left in place.

“Come on slut, let's go,” said Mistress Vikki. She yanked on my leash. I fell to my hands and knees and awkwardly followed. I used short shuffle movements in an attempt to keep up. Still, she basically dragged me by the neck. I could tell we were moving towards the door. The door was opened and I was led into the hall. We turned to the left and then to the right again. I remembered the layout of the hall somewhat. Just beyond my room by about ten feet was a little nook where there was an ice chest and a Coke machine. The humming sound from both units confirmed where I was. We stopped; there was some rattling of chains and what sounded like locks snapping shut. The cock gag was removed from my mouth and I felt a thick stream of my saliva oozing to the floor. Mistress Vikki spoke directly into my ear, “You may want to yell. You may want to scream for help. If you want to go to a Chinese prison for being a male prostitute, that is your choice. That's exactly what the police here will do with you if they find you here like this. So be a good slut and take care of all your new friends here in Shanghai . Good luck slut.” She patted my head and walked away.

I waited naked and on my hands and knees. I tested my leash and my arm bindings and I found that I could move slightly but not a lot. I pondered Mistress Vikki's threat, and I imagined that she did not exaggerate. Moaning and other sexual sounds now emanated from my room. They had left the door open; probably so I could hear them and they could hear me.

I heard the elevator ding and the door open. The thick carpet masked any other sounds, but soon I could hear deep breathing behind me. I ventured to say something, but I was at a loss as to what to say. This person might not even speak English. I heard him approach closer, and then I heard the ruffle of clothing and a zipper coming down. Two rough cold hands squeezed my welted ass. I gritted my teeth; he pushed his cock in and began to fuck me hard. By his hoarse gasping I could tell it was a man. I was being fucked by a strange man, and there was nothing I could do about it. He pumped me for what must have been a couple minutes and then came with a groan while he was still inside me. I started to weep quietly to myself at the degradation. He was still there breathing hard. I was aware of my total helplessness. Something wet and gooey seeped onto the top of my head. A rubber snapping sound made me think that he had used a condom and now had poured the contents on top of me.

Mistress Chang had made arrangements: twenty-first floor, cum slave for use, by the Coke machine. The man had now left, and I could hear Mistress Chang moaning loudly and the springs of the bed creaking in a fast rhythm. I listened to this for quite a while. I imagined in my mind what they were doing in my bed.

The elevator rang, and soon I had a cock in my ass and in my mouth at the same time. They spoke quietly, in Mandarin, to each other as they used me at both ends. Finally each of them came with a groan; they shot it all over my face and then they left. Cock after cock used me for what seemed like hours. In the lulls when I was idle, I could still here sex sounds coming from my room. Then more nameless, faceless men would arrive and use me. My face, my hair, and a lot of my body now dripped in cum. My only respite was that none of them had cum inside my ass. Eventually the men stopped arriving, and I was then awoken from my sewer of degradation by a great gale of laughter.

“Oh my god! He's fucking filthy,” laughed Mistress Chang.

“He's just dripping with it, look at all of it,” said Mistress Vikki in an astonished voice.

“Jealous my slut?” questioned Mistress Chang. There came no answer but I could almost feel Mistress Vikki blushing. “Take the stuff and go downstairs and get cleaned up. I'll finish him off. Take everything down except what I left out.”

“Yes Mistress,” replied Vikki. I could feel both of them approach me. They removed my ankle binders and the spreader bar. They took off my wrist cuffs. My leash was unlocked and a gentle tug turned me around and began to lead me. I was led, still blindfolded, back into my room and then the door was closed. I remained motionless on my hands and knees. The room was silent except for a slight rustling of leather.

“On your back,” commanded Mistress Chang coldly. I did as I was told. “Take your blind fold off.” I felt all the dripping cum on my blindfold as I slid it off. Mistress Chang was standing down between my spread legs. Her cold vicious stare bored itself into my skull. I was free: no restraints, my own room, complete privacy. Still her eyes held me as if I was encased in concrete.

Mistress Chang stood before me completely naked, except for her purple spike heeled boots and a gigantic black strap-on dildo. Her other strap-on was big; this one was outrageous. It was deep black with an enormous head and swayed from side to side. Her hands were on her hips. The room was encased in silence. Without breaking eye contact, she lowered herself to her knees in between my legs. She grasped my cock firmly and began to stroke it sensually.

The soft sensuous stroking soon had my cock very hard. Leaning forward, Mistress Chang then took my cock into her mouth and deep throated it all the way to the base. Her cheeks curved in while her tongue worked almost impossible strokes and curls. The room filled with the wild, wet, sucking sounds made by her pleasing mouth. I could feel something incredible building inside of me. She stopped sucking, and began stroking my cock rapidly with her right hand. Moving forward, she positioned her dildo at gaping opening to my ass. She still had not broken eye contact.

She jerked my rock hard cock furiously as she started to push hard with her hips. The strap-on penetrated my brutalized asshole and threatened to split it in half. She pushed slowly deeper and deeper. There was something incredible building deep down inside of me. I was free from bondage, but I could do nothing to stop her. My cock seemed to be double its usual size as she worked it up and down at near blinding speed. Inch by inch her strap-on penetrated into me; it was stretching me to impossible limits. My body began to shudder, and my eyes rolled back into my head. She kept pushing it deeper. It built. I lost it. I lost it again. Her massive black strap-on buried itself to the hilt inside my ass, and my body bucked like a kicking horse. My first few shots of cum flew clean over my head. I screamed; I came so hard it seemed like my whole body was erupting out the end of my cock. Still pumping my cock furiously and still buried to the hilt with her strap-on, Mistress Chang rode me like a rodeo champ. A sure bucketful of cum streamed from my cock; it spattered over my head, then onto my face, and finally out onto my stomach. After a few last spasms, things went black and I passed out.

I woke up to something warm sprinkling on my face. Opening my eyes, I found Mistress Chang standing over my head pissing on me. The smell of her urine filled my nostrils; a pool of urine formed around my head. She finished with a few small squirts and a very relieved sigh. She marched towards the door to leave. She was now wearing her long black PVC coat. She turned and met my eyes when she reached the door.

“Learn your lesson well. You still have time to catch your plane. But you must leave now,” said Mistress Chang. She opened the door. “I imagine you should clean up a bit first. You wouldn't want someone to stare at you.”