The Long Weekend

THE LONG WEEKEND

Part I:  Friday

My relationship with Mistress Kayla and Master John had fallen into a bit of a routine after six months.  By that time, I wasn’t starting to get to the point where I couldn’t remember when I hadn’t been with them.  I shouldn’t say so much them, as Mistress Kayla.  A month after she’d taken ownership of me, Master John had taken ownership of his own submissive, Gail.  Both continued to use me, just as they both used Gail whenever it suited them.  While most of the time I attended Mistress Kayla, we also had times when all four of us were together, or when I was given to Master John, or Gail to Mistress Kayla.  We played in all permutations.  There were certain rules.  Only Master John got to fuck Kayla, since she was originally his submissive – although since Gail had come along, Kayla had become more and more dominant.  And Kayla’s was the only pussy John fucked.  For Gail and me, we were allowed to have sex with each other when given permission and our asses and mouths were always available for use.

       Gail and I would arrive at their home every Friday night, usually within a couple of minutes of each other, and be there until Monday morning, when we left and returned to our lives.  Upon my arrival I’d walk into the garage on the ground floor, and strip out of my clothes, putting them neatly into a storage bin, from which I’d retrieve my collar, and buckle it around my neck.  Then I’d knock on the door, and kneel, awaiting one of my owners.  Sometimes, Gail would be waiting there, or I’d be forced to wait until she arrived.

       This weekend was a bit different, since Monday was a holiday, so I’d get an extra day with my owners and fellow submissive.  On that Friday, I was only there for about a minute or so when Mistress Kayla opened the door.  She was dressed in a short, grey skirt, a white blouse, grey hose and black stiletto pumps.  As I had been taught, I bent my head to her feet and placed a kiss on the toe of each shoe.  “I’m here to serve you, Mistress.”

       “Yes, you are.  Get in here.  Your fellow slut is already here.  Get in the kitchen and help her get dinner ready.” She punctuated this with a slap to my ass as I hurried by her.

       I entered the kitchen to a familiar sight – Gail on her knees with a mouthful of Master John’s cock.  He had his hand wrapped in her auburn hair as her head bounced up and down and she made slurping noises.  He shot me a predatory smile as he ordered me to kneel next to her.  He pulled his cock out of her mouth and shoved it into mine.  I sucked greedily as he stroked it in and out of my mouth four of five times, his hands on either side of my head. “Ummm," he moaned as he pulled out of my mouth and pulled the zipper up on his pants, “I don’t know who sucks cock better.  You, the slut here, or your Mistress.”  He let the comment hang in the air for a moment.  “Well, get to work on dinner, bitches,” and he strode past us back out into the main part of the house. 

       We made dinner quietly, without much talk. I set the table with two place settings, and then helped Gail bring the serving dishes out.  As I arranged them on the table, she let Master and Mistress know that dinner was served.  They followed her into the dining room and sat at either end of the table. “The two of you get under the table,” Mistress Kayla ordered as she sat. “We’re going to have a contest.  David’s going to lick my pussy, and Gail’s going to suck Master John’s cock.  First one to make their owner cum wins.”

       I slid under the table.  Mistress spread her legs to allow me access.  She wore no panties under her skirt, just a garter belt holding up her hose.  Droplets of moisture had already formed on the folds of her labia and I caught the musky scent of her in my nostrils.  I dove into her pussy, and she moved forward in her chair a bit in order to give me better access.  I could hear Gail behind me working on her Master’s cock.  All the while, both John and Kayla continued to eat and talk as if nothing were going on.  As usual, the more I licked and sucked upon her, the more of her juices I sucked down.  I loved the way she tasted – a mix of sweet and sour tastes as I flicked my tongue up and around her hardening clit.

       It was getting harder for both of them to keep eating.  I could hear Master grunting, and Mistress was sighing and little moans were escaping her.  One hand snaked down under the table, wrapped in my hair, and directed my mouth right onto her sensitive nub.  Her hips started to undulate. “Oh fuck….yeah….yeah…fuck,” she moaned, then pulled my face hard against her as her legs wrapped around my head and she exploded. “I win!” she yelled.

       “Well don’t stop, you stupid cunt!” John yelled at Gail. “Just because you lost doesn’t mean I don’t cum.”  He slid back from the table, grabbed a handful of Gail’s hair and began to brutally face fuck her. “Next time, pussy boy blows me,” he announced over her gagging. “He’s better at it anyway.”

       “Maybe you ought to just train your little bitch a bit better.” Kayla shot back with a laugh as she leaned back in her chair and took a long drink.

       “Yeah, there’s going to be some training this weekend.”  He began slamming his cock into Gail’s mouth, then went rigid, burying it deep in her throat, “FUCK!” he roared, “Swallow it all you cunt!”  Like Kayla, he leaned back in his chair, recovering, as Gail swallowed all his cum, licking around his softening cock and balls, making sure she got every drop.  I slid out from under the table, and kneeled next to Mistress Kayla’s chair, while she absently stroked my hair.  As Gail finished cleaning Master John, Kayla got up, walked to her and began pulling her by her hair.  “David, you can clean up and eat.  When you’re done, come to the playroom.”  She looked down at Gail, “You, my little bitch, lost, so you get to pay.”

       I began to clean the table.  When I went to pick up the dishes in front of Master John, he grabbed my wrist. “You need to start training your little friend.  She sucks you off too.  You better start teaching her how to do it right.”

       “Yes, sir.”

       Master nodded once, then got up and headed into the living room.  I finished clearing the table, put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, and then ate.  Finishing up, I headed upstairs to the playroom/guest bedroom. 

       I walked in to find Gail resting with her chest over a small kneeler.  A spreader bar kept her legs spread 3 feet apart, and her wrists were secured to the kneeler by snap hooks and wrist cuffs.  Her ass was a bright red, and a butterfly vibrator was strapped around her hips and buzzing away.  Mistress Kayla looked up at my approach from Gail’s head.  She had changed out of her clothes, and was naked except for her black, knee-high, stiletto heeled leather boots.  She had on the largest strap-on dildo she had – a 12” monster, that was 3 ½” in diameter, which she was stroking in and out of her mouth. “That’s it Gail, suck on that cock.  Show it how much you want it, how much you want to make it cum.”  Drool was running down her chin as she tried to cram as much of it into her mouth and down her throat as she could, gagging on it. “You have to do better,” Kayla instructed her, “You want Master John to be happy, don’t you?”

       “Mmmmmfffff,” Gail moaned, as she nodded her head, her eyes looking up at her Mistress.

       “Maybe we should give you a real cock to practice on.  David, come over here.”  I hurried over, and stood next to Mistress Kayla, as she pulled the dildo from Gail’s mouth.  “Show David what you’ve learned, slut,” Kayla said, grabbing my cock, and positioning me directly in front of Gail’s mouth.  She attacked me with a vengeance, sucking my member deep inside her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head.

       “When was the last time you came?” Kayla asked me.

       “Last Sunday,” I replied breathlessly.  “Master John let me jerk off while he pounded my ass.”

       “Ummmmm,” Kayla said, idly pinching my nipples, “You like that don’t you?  Being fucked in the ass.  You cum so hard and so much from it.”

       “Yes, Mistress.”

       “Is she giving you a good blow job?”

       “Yes, Mistress.  Very good.”

       “Good.  You should be rewarded for your oral expertise, pet.  But try to hold out.  Don’t cum until I tell you too.  You know what happens if you do.” She smiled evilly at that.

       I certainly did know.  Twice in the last six months I had cum without permission. Once I had been unable to control myself and had masturbated at home on a Wednesday night.  Kayla had known.  The second time I had cum during a teasing and denial session.  Both times Mistress Kayla had punished me with a milking session.  She had tied me down and massaged my prostate, emptying my balls of all the cum in them.  The sensation wasn’t unpleasant, but since there was no ejaculation, no actual orgasm, the sexual tension remained afterwards.  The problem with that is once she drained me, I couldn’t cum again until I “refilled” and that usually took 2 or 3 days.  So, either I couldn’t even get hard, in which case I became everyone’s mouth and tongue whore, or I was hard but couldn’t get off, so I was either teased by my dominants, or they’d watch while I fucked Gail for hours at a time, until she was exhausted.  Meanwhile, I just became more and more sexually aroused and frustrated.  On top of it, I’d remain that way until the next weekend, since I usually didn’t refill until after I had left, and in order to continue to punish me, Mistress would deny me permission to cum until I was back in her presence.  I did not want to go through that.

       Meanwhile, Mistress had crouched at Gail’s waist.  She had placed a small plastic container on the floor underneath Gail, and had gotten the Hitachi Magic Wand.  She removed the butterfly vibrator, and pressed the Hitachi against Gail’s clit.

       The effect was instantaneous.  Gail squealed and it was like an electrical shock went through my cock.  She was bucking her hips, but there was no getting away, bound as she was.  Kayla smacked her on the ass, “Oh, quit acting like you don’t like this, you slut.  Go ahead and cum, so David can.”

       With that, Gail plunged her mouth down on my cock, her nose resting against my pubic bone, “MMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!’ she screamed, her mouth full, as she began to squirt right into the container.  I felt my balls tighten up, grabbed her by the head so she couldn’t move and came long and hard into her mouth and right down her throat, spasm after spasm pumping my jism into her belly.  I finally fell back, totally spent, pulling myself from her mouth. “Thank you, Mistress Kayla.” I said.

       “Oh god…so fucking good...” she panted, “Thank you, Mistress, thank you for letting this slut cum…”

       “One last thing,” Kayla had the container in her hands.  She tipped it up to Gail’s lips, and she began to swallow, “Oh, yeah, cum slut, drink all that squirt down.  It’s so good, isn’t it?” she giggled, “You are such as nasty little whore.”  She turned to me, and began stroking my still hard cock, "Oooohhh, I like that.  I like how you can stay hard.  That’s so good.” She got up from her crouch, dragging me along with her, “Come along, we’re not done yet.”

       She dragged me behind Gail.  Both her pussy and asshole were perfectly exposed through her spread legs as she continued to catch her breath.  Mistress Kayla left me there for a moment, and retrieved something from the dresser across the room.  She returned with a bottle of lube.  Squeezing some out on her hand, she began to rub it all over my cock.  She then squeezed some more out, and began working a finger in and out of Gail’s ass.

       “No, Mistress, please,” Gail began pleading, shaking her head.

       “Shhh, baby.  It’s going to happen.  You need to pay for not making Master John cum fast enough.”  She pulled her finger out, and then looked at me.  “You’re going to fuck her in the ass, pet.  I want you to go balls deep on that first stroke.  All the way in.”

       Gail was still pleading, as I lined my cock up to her ass.  I grabbed her by the hips, and then slammed all the way into her.

       “Oh fuck!” she screamed, and her head came up as her back arched. “Fuck….fuck…uhhhnnnn,” she continued to wail, her head shaking from side to side. “Take it out, take it out, it’s too much.”

       “Keep fucking that ass.” Kayla said “You’re getting well and truly fucked tonight Gail. It’s David’s reward and your punishment.  Besides, there’s going to be much more this weekend, I’m sure.” She walked away.  It was a few moments before she returned. She pushed me down so I was leaning over Gail’s back, and I quickly felt her lubed finger inside me.  “Your turn now, bitch.”  I felt the head of her strap-on at the entrance to my ass. She laughed, “Don’t worry.  I changed out of the Monster.”  I was thankful she had because it wasn’t splitting me in half as she slowly slipped it in.  She was quickly matching my strokes. “This is so good, fucking both my slaves’ asses.”

       I hadn’t realized how much I missed being ass fucked until I began spending these weekends with John and Kayla.  Mistress Jacqueline had introduced me to it, and then after she left, it had been a long time before I had been buggered again.  It was such a submissive act, giving up something so taboo, letting either Mistress Kayla or Master John possess me and be inside of me. My rectum stretched around either a cock – real or artificial – gripping it tightly.  A feeling of fullness and warmth that spread throughout my body.  And that wonderful feeling if the invader moved in just the right way and hit my prostate.  “Fuck me like a bitch, Mistress.”

       She licked up my back, along my neck and to my ear.  “Oh, I will.  You’re my bitch.  You’ll always be my bitch,” she whispered, then lifted her head away.  “How are you doing there, slut?” she called to Gail, “Ass starting to feel good?  Like getting ramrodded?”

       Gail was nodding her head up and down, “Unnngghhhh…yeah….it’s so fucking good….oh, yeah….fuck me harder….”

       Directly across from us was a wall mirror, and I could see the three of us intertwined.  Then I saw Master John walk into the room, naked, his hard-on standing out proudly.  He walked behind Kayla, and began kissing her neck, and stroking her tits. “Oh, baby, that’s so good.”

       “Yeah?” he asked, and his hand snaked down to her pussy. “Obviously, you’re soaking wet.”  He slid behind her, bent her a bit at her waist, and slipped into her pussy.

       “I love your cock,” she breathed…then drew her breath in sharply, “Wait, what…”

       Master John grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, “I haven’t had this ass in so long.  Remember, you’re still my slut.  And it’s obviously an ass-fucking party…”

       “Ohhh, fuck! That’s too much! Please, I need some lube!” Kayla yelled, but Master John just held her where she was.

       “You use to take me dry all the time, slut.  I lubed up with your pussy juice.  Stop your whining.  Just relax; everyone’s getting fucked in the ass tonight.” Master John told her in a tone that indicated that her protests weren’t going to mean anything.

       I didn’t think it could work, but it did.  Somehow, we all worked in concert.  All three of us were fucking Gail, my Master and my Mistress were fucking me, and my Mistress was being fucked by her Master.

       “Oh, Kayla, you ass is so fucking tight.  I’m going to cum real soon.  Are you ready to cum with me, my slut?”

       “Uhhhnnnn….uhhhnnnnn….yeah….yeah….please….I want to cum with you,” she grunted out.

       “Pussy boy,” he said to me, “you ready to cum?”

       “Yes…..Master…please.”

       “Reach under and start stroking the cunt’s clit.  I want everyone to cum at once.  Anyone who doesn’t cum, doesn’t cum all weekend.”  I did as he ordered.  Gail’s pussy was slick, and her clit was hard and stood out from its hood.  Her moaning only increased, as Master said, “On three.  One….two….THREE!”  He buried himself deep inside Kayla, and I think I would have felt him cumming, if not for the fact that at the same moment, Kayla buried her dildo in me, I buried my spasming cock in Gail’s ass and we all started screaming and moaning out our orgasms, Kayla moaning “oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck” over and over again, Gail squirting again, this time all over the floor, while she let out a low keening wail, shaking her head from side to side..

       It was some moments before we all recovered.  John slid his cock out of Kayla, and her dildo slid out of me, as he turned her around and she fell to her knees, cleaning his cock with her mouth.  He looked at me, “Suck her ass, get all my cum out of there, bitch boy.”  I did, snaking my tongue as far into her ass as possible.  As she finished cleaning Master’s cock, she all of the sudden stiffened, and moaned “I’m cumming again!” Meanwhile, Master John was releasing Gail from her bonds.  He dragged her over to me and Mistress Kayla, and made her clean first the dildo, then my cock.  “Yeah, that’s it cunt.  Get all that ass juice off of there. Going to get me to cum a little quicker next time?” he asked Gail.

       “Yes, sir, I will.  I promise.”

       “Lick up your mess on the floor, then the two of you get to bed.  And make sure you practice on David’s cock tonight.  The two of you can cum as much as you like tonight.  But I’d recommend getting some sleep.  You’re going to have a long, busy day tomorrow.”  He took Kayla by the hand, and they retired to their room.  Shortly, the sounds of the two of them getting each other off again could be heard coming from down the hall.

       As we fell into bed, Gail looked at me. “God, that was fucking hot! I came so hard.  My pussy’s still throbbing.”  She laid there for a moment, looking at the ceiling, and then rolled onto her side.  “Are my blow jobs really that bad?”

       “No.  I’m just that good,” I replied, smiling at her.

       “Yeah?  You think so?”  She then threw her legs over my head, and moved into a 69.  She gave me a blow job while I feasted on her pussy.   Within a minute, she was squirming, as a latched onto her clit and began tracing circles around it with my tongue. “Oh, god, you’re right.  That’s so good….uhhhhnnnnn…..ohhhhhhh…I’m gonna’ cum all over your face!”   She began squirting as she came, and I hungrily swallowed her girl cum as I brought her to yet another orgasm. She started pistoning up and down on my cock, and it wasn’t long until I filled her mouth with spunk again, which she shared with me in a kiss.  We fell asleep curled up next to each other.

       At some point during the night, I was awakened by someone climbing onto the bed and straddling my face.  “Clean me out, slut,” Mistress Kayla ordered, presenting her pussy to my mouth.  Gail and I were always on clean-up detail, so, on the other side of the bed, I could hear Gail sucking at Master’s cock and cleaning him off. I licked and sucked out the mix of her fluids and Master’s cum.  “Enough.  Good boy,” Mistress said, getting back up, and leaving us both to fall back to sleep.