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MomÕs New Boyfriend Ð Chapter 5
By Tappy McWidestance
I wondered what Carol, Richard and Thomas had in mind as they led me to their house next door to my Master and Mistress. I didnÕt have explicit permission to go with them, but had been told to take care of them so it seemed reasonable that I should follow them. Once inside their home Thomas disappeared to take a shower. I sort of expected Carol and Richard to rip my clothes off and ravage me. OK, I wanted them to rip my clothes off and ravage me. But instead they started talking to me like they were concerned parents looking out for their son. It was a unique family dynamic that was for sure.
Richard and Carol seemed like your typical suburban family. Their house was neat and organized and I saw no hint of their kinky activities or any other suggestion that they were the wild and crazy couple I experienced next door. I asked them how I could be of help.
They explained that while they donÕt partake in Master and MistressÕ bondage and submissive lifestyle on a regular basis, they do swing on occasion. Master Peter had seduced Carol (I was hardly shocked to hear that) and Mistress Dasha had seduced Thomas (Again no surprise) so they got together as a group on occasion. Their problem was Thomas. While he wasnÕt my MistressÕ sub, they explained, he also wasnÕt as aggressive as they felt he should be when he was with the seemingly never-ending parade of young women that came to the house for auditions. They explained that Peter and Dasha frequently used Thomas to try out the girls. They saw how Peter treated the girls and figured it would be good for Thomas to learn how to be a dominant.
ÒIÕm not sure that can be learned,Ó I opined.
ÒOh, heÕs got the right genes for it,Ó Carol replied. ÒIn sports and with his guy friends he is plenty aggressive. He just lacks confidence with women. HeÕs got a great cock as you found out. There is no reason he shouldnÕt have women crawling all over him and begging to be with him.Ó
I found it very strange that ThomasÕ mom was describing how great his cock was and I wondered if she had sampled it herself. She was right. He had felt great inside of me and I hoped I would get to fuck him properly soon. But can you learn to be a Dom or do you have to be born that way?
ÒWhat do you want me to do?Ó I asked.
Carol walked up to me and unsnapped my pants. She then let them fall to my ankles. Then she slid her fingers under my panties and pushed two fingers inside of me. My hips began to shake and I couldnÕt help but to begin to fuck myself on her invading digits.
ÒYouÕre a born slut. You proved that next door. If I told you to go fuck Thomas in the shower or to pleasure my husband or me you would do it without question. But Thomas knows you are doing it to please your Master and Mistress. I need to find him his own sub. But for now, I want to tie you to his bed and let him feel what is like to be alone with someone completely under his control.Ó
ÒSo you will not be there to supervise?Ó I questioned.
ÒNo, this is for him alone.Ó
I wasnÕt crazy about being alone with him. I trusted Master Peter implicitly which is why I wasnÕt scared of being tied in his house. Carol and Richard seemed sane, although weird in a kinky way, but I wasnÕt sure about Thomas. But CarolÕs moving fingers and her promise to make me orgasm if Thomas did not was all the incentive I needed to agree to their plan.
Carol escorted me up to ThomasÕ room. As we passed the hallway bathroom I could hear the shower still running. Once in his room she had me strip. As I was neatly folding and placing my clothes on his desk I noticed several pictures, obviously taken by a cell phone, of a young woman I recognized. The pictures were not composed well as if he had snapped them in a hurry or was trying to be discrete and not let her know she was being photographed. I was surprised because the woman was my math teacher from last year. She was a few years out of college and very cute. Rumors had spread throughout the school that on weekends she had a wild streak. I heard she had been fired from my former high school but I never gave it much thought. Back then I had never thought of another woman in sexual terms. Looking at her picture now I could see myself between her legs if her rumors of a crazy side were true. Carol noticed me looking at the picture at little too intently.
ÒThatÕs ThomasÕ new math teacher. She just started at his school. He has a crush on her. Actually itÕs kind of creepy as I think he is stalking her. IÕve talked to him about stopping that, but he keeps taking pictures of her.Ó
ÒSheÕs adorable,Ó I offered. ÒMaybe she should be his first sub,Ó I said jokingly, although inside I wasnÕt really kidding.
ÒI doubt that would happen,Ó Carol responded. ÒSheÕs too prim and proper. He needs someone like you.Ó
ÒIÕm taken,Ó I reminded her.
ÒI know,Ó she replied as if it was stupid for me to mention. ÒWhatÕs your roommate like?Ó she said almost sounding hopefull.
ÒNo chance there,Ó I told her. ÒSheÕs way to uptight.Ó
ÒPity. Oh well, up on the bed please.Ó
I jumped up on the bed and she quickly tied my arms above me to the headboard and tied my legs spread to the corners to the footboard. She then left the room. I wasnÕt sure if she was going to warn Thomas or if he already knew what his motherÕs plan entailed, but all I could do was wait. The plug in my ass holding back the torrent of cum was starting to get irritating. I wondered if he might remove it and make another deposit. My pussy on the other hand was lubricating quite nicely at the thought of being used again by this young stud. I tested my bonds. My arms and legs had very little movement. Carol had done a fine job. I wondered how many other girls she had tied up.
The look on ThomasÕ face was priceless when he found me bound to his bed. He was still glistening with drops of water from the shower and had a towel wrapped around his mid section. I started to explain what his mother had told me but he just held up his hand.
ÒDo you think I donÕt know how to take care of a slut like you?Ó he asked clearly rhetorically. ÒMomÕs convinced I lack confidence, but only because I am playing that role so I can fuck Dasha three or four times per week. She wouldnÕt want me if I stood up to her.Ò
He dropped his towel. He cock was already starting to stir. I licked my lips. Thomas moved over to the bed and straddled my body so he could feed me his cock. Freshly washed, I was happy to take him into my mouth. He wasnÕt aggressive forcing himself into me. He just let me leisurely suck him back to full hardness. He reached back to check my pussy for wetness. IÕm sure he knew IÕd be ready for him, but it was thoughtful of him to check before he popped himself out of my mouth and slid down my body to mount me.
Without having Mistress Dasha to guide him, he was much more assertive with me. Maybe this was really his nature or maybe having just cum in me half an hour earlier he wasnÕt worried about cumming too quickly, but after sinking is cock deep inside me with a single thrust he began to really pound me.
With the stamina and enthusiasm of youth he began to really let me have it. I wished my legs were free so I could have wrapped them around his back to give him better leverage. His public bone was hitting my clit just right with every thrust. I was definitely caught up in the moment and not thinking about my instructions to only cum when given permission and to call or Skype my mistress before I orgasmed. Thomas was just too good. IÕd been craving a good hard fuck ever since Mistress had pulled her strap-on out of me. Even ThomasÕ taking of my ass earlier in the afternoon had only inflamed my pussyÕs need to be mastered by a powerful cock. But now I was getting that.
I no longer worried about ThomasÕ ability to control a woman. Even though his mom had tied me to his bed, I had no doubt I would willingly do anything he asked, providing my Master and Mistress approved. As he ground his pelvis against me I even thought for a moment that maybe he should be my master as we were only a year apart in age. Then I came. I came hard and I came loudly.
But that didnÕt slow down Thomas. He continued to pummel my pussy right through my orgasm. I became hypersensitive and he was really starting to hurt me now, but I didnÕt care. Fireworks continued to explode in my mind. Over and over he thrust, each time seemingly harder than the last, until he finally buried himself deep inside of me and shot another gooey load. I should have been worried that he just blasted his semen deep inside of me, but at the moment all I felt was warmth spreading through my body. He lowered his body out of the pushup position he had been holding himself in and I felt his sweat mixing with mine as we both enjoyed the afterglow and intimate contact. His cock stayed hard for longer than I expected but he didnÕt move until he started to deflate. He just held me. I longed to be able to return his embrace, but my bonds prevented that. Finally he pulled out and got back onto his knees.
ÒLet me clean you,Ó I whispered hoarsely. I was so blown away I couldnÕt speak any louder.
I was licking his cock clean when his mother entered the room. He was deferential to her much like he was to my Mistress. I wondered if it was an age thing with him. I was older than him but not by much. He had probably been raised to respect his mother and had obviously transferred some of that feeling to Dasha. He didnÕt seem embarrassed that his cock was in my mouth once again and his mother was looking. He let me finish cleaning our shared fluids from him and then got off the bed. He wrapped the discarded towel around his body again and left the room. Carol was just looking at my bound and well-fucked form when I heard the shower again. Then she removed her skirt.
ÒDasha told me you were good at cleaning up my husbandÕs cum. LetÕs find out for ourselves,Ó she announced before climbing over me and straddling my head. I was happy to eat her again and I willingly dove into my task as she rubbed her dripping snatch over my mouth. There wasnÕt much evidence that Richard had given her a cream pie. After the large load he deposited in my ass that didnÕt surprise me. IÕm sure her real reason for sitting on my face was for her pleasure not just her cleanliness. So I did my best to get her off. I think I was getting better at eating pussy as her moans began sooner than my MistressÕ had and she came quicker too. Then she really surprised me and gave me my gift. She dismounted from my face and got between my legs.
I rarely had any boyfriend who wanted to go down on me. (Bastards just want their cocks sucked without reciprocation.) Those who did go down on me were not very skilled in making me feel good. Carol was neither of these things. She genuinely seemed happy to bury her mouth on my pussy and eagerly lapped up her sonÕs cum as it leaking out of my sloppy hole. Beyond her incestuous thrill she also went to work on my clit. Although I was still sensitive from ThomasÕ fuck, I found CarolÕs tongue thrilling. She was obviously experienced pleasuring a woman and I began taking mental notes on how she skillfully brought my arousal back to another peak. I was definitely worn out from cumming so hard three times in a row. After I finally calmed down she untied me and told me to get dressed. Carol drove me back to campus. The entire time she held her hand between my legs. She didnÕt move her hand or become more intimate than that, but the mere fact that it was there and my knowledge of how skilled she was at bringing me off kept me wet and ready the entire half hour drive. When we reached the dorm she gave me a passionate kiss and told me it had been nice to meet me. I told her I thought I could help with ThomasÕ issue, as long as my Master and Mistress approved. She told me she would talk to them about it. I walked back to my room happy but still horny. Looking at my watch I still had 3.5 hours to go before I could remove the plug. I hoped my roommate wasnÕt around because there was no way I was going to keep my hands outside my pants.
When I got back to my dorm room I was relieved that my roommate wasnÕt there. I sent her a text to tell her I had returned. Really I was trying to gauge when she would be back. She said she was out with her boyfriend (she had met him at a party last week and they had been going hot and heavy ever since) which pleased me because she would be back late. I lay back on my bed and unbuttoned my pants.
I must say it was difficult not to bring myself off right then and there. My ass was sore and a constant reminder of what happened a few hours ago. My pussy has a good memory and was thinking about how Thomas had fucked me and how his mom had licked me. As I rubbed my tender clit I started thinking about what Master and Mistress had done to me earlier. My mind kept coming back to crawling like a dog and eating out of the dog dish. My pussy was dripping at the memory of that humiliation. Why did that turn me on so much?
I was desperately close to cumming just minutes after I put my hand in my pants. This was not good. I had to find something else to take my mind off sex. I pulled my hand away from my pussy. Is it worth the punishment if I just cum now? How will they know? I thought to myself that I could just lie and say I was a good girl, but I knew that wouldnÕt work. Carol undoubtedly will tell them I came with her and Thomas so IÕd already been bad. IÕm sure they would ask if IÕd cum since she dropped me off and I knew IÕd admit that I had. I suppose I probably wasnÕt in too much trouble for having served the neighbors again since they had told me to do so earlier. But if I just did it on my own that probably would warrant a major penalty. I decided to go for a walk to clear my head.
I knew the plug would not allow my mind to escape thoughts of sex completely, but at least if I was out in public it would be easier to resist playing with myself. Or so I thought. I wandered off campus. I didnÕt want to run into anybody I knew given my wound up state. I was walking around aimlessly. I still wanted to masturbate. The feeling was exquisite. I was so horny I even thought about hiding behind some bushes or behind a garbage dumpster in an alley and getting myself off. Finally I couldnÕt take it any more and called my Mistress.
She seemed amused by my state, but she wasnÕt in a generous mood or ready to let me cum. I pleaded with her, but she was resolute.
ÒMaybe if you had not cum when Thomas fucked you I would be more agreeable,Ó she told me. Then she had me give her the address where I was. I heard her typing on the keyboard.
ÒThere is an adult bookstore about 7 blocks west of you. I want you to walk there. IÕll send you a text with the items you are to purchase. Send me a picture of the sign when you get there and IÕll send you the list.Ó
She then hung up the phone.
I really didnÕt want to go to an adult bookstore. But I also didnÕt want to piss off my Mistress. I was sure she had some humiliating task in mind for me, but in my aroused state all I could think about was orgasming (and quickly) so I set off for the store. Hopefully it would not be crowded on a Sunday afternoon. When I got there I was surprised to find the building looked very upscale. I was expected a dingy brick building. This one had mannequins in the windows displaying sexy clothes and didnÕt have the vibe of a place dirty old men would hang out. I quickly took a picture with my cell phone hoping nobody would notice and think IÕm weird.
Then I waited. And then I waited some more. The anticipation was killing me. My ass was squeezing the plug and my pussy was juicy. I had to get some relief soon. Finally I got a series of texts from my mistress. She said she had talked to a nice sounding man named Jake who worked at the store. I was to ask for him and he would help me locate the following items. I texted back a protest that I couldnÕt afford to go shopping (poor student athlete donÕt you know) but she assured me that she would cover the expense before my credit card came due. I read the list of items.
ÒSlut, I want you to buy the following,Ó Mistress DashaÕs text began. Ò8Ó dildo (size of my Master I reckoned) a C-battery powered vibrator, a remote controlled vibrating egg, nipple clamps of your choice, neoprene Velcro cuffs (both wrist and ankle) a leather collar (with D-ring connector) and finally a leather blindfold.Ó
I read the list three times. Individually none of the items were particularly weird or even embarrassing. But taken together as a shopping list I knew I would be humiliated buying all these toys. Then I looked at the time stamp of the message and knew I had to complete my task and get headed back to campus in order to be in my room to called Master and Mistress at the appointed hour. I summoned up my courage and walked inside.
I was right about the shop being upscale. It was like being in a fashionable boutique, only beside the racks of sexy lingerie were racks of naughty costumes, display cases with fancy toys, adult movies for sale, bondage gear and fetish items. It was a cornucopia of adult pleasures, probably not unlike 100 different stores in LA, but this one was bright, airy and totally non-threatening. I didnÕt feel uncomfortable at all. There were several other people shopping. A few couples, two other single women and four single guys were milling about checking out the products. A handsome man approached me and asked if I was Brittney. I said I was and he introduced himself as Jake. IÕd been expecting to find Jake to be a dirty old man, unshaven and unkempt whose only career option was to work in a porno shop. Clearly Jake was not that man. First impressions can be wrong but he looked like he was probably college educated, was articulate and well spoken and probably could work someplace better. I went so far as to tell him so as my shock for seeing somebody as clean cut working here was clearly showing on my face. He explained he only worked there on Sundays to earn a little extra cash. But he quickly added the weekday staff were also nice and that I should come back sometime during the day and meet the girls who own the place. I wasnÕt sure if he was hitting on me or if since my Mistress had called him that he knew I was into women.
Jake was a perfect gentleman and showed me around the shop. Although I had my list of what to buy, I wasnÕt prepared to have to comparison shop for each item. The shop had a wide variety and I had to think, often with JakeÕs input, about which brand or style was right. I think that was more demeaning than just walking into the shop. Have you ever discussed the relative merits of a particular style of vibrator with a stranger? Did you ever have to use the words ÒIÕm not sure my Mistress will like this one?Ó Well I did.
And of course after picking the dildo, vibrator and egg, Jake was acting as a good salesman and tried to upsell me to an anal plug. I thought about just grabbing one to shut him up, but then I figured perhaps Mistress had told him of my current filled state and he had been instructed to see if I would tell the truth about already being plugged.
ÒI donÕt need another one, thank you,Ó I told him. ÒIÕm already wearing one.Ó
ÒReally?Ó he questioned.
ÒReally,Ó I replied.
Jake wrapped his arm around me and patted my rear trying to see if I was telling the truth. He smiled and I knew he enjoyed checking my claim.
Chosing the rest of the items on my list was easier and thankfully quicker. I was getting desperate to get home and play with my pussy before it was time to call my owners. As we were walking back toward the register a silver item caught my eye. (I know, please donÕt say the bright shiny object distracted me.) When I looked closer it was a small Òpet playÓ section. Instead of ball gags there were bone gags, various dog and cat themed items and the one that had caught my eye. I big silver bowl with the words Òslut puppyÓ emblazoned on the front. I creamed a little bit when I saw it and I had to have it.
I felt so naughty walking back to campus with my bag of goodies. I prayed I didnÕt run into any of my friends along the way. IÕd never be able to explain what was going on. Looking at my watch I noticed my waiting period was almost up. I was looking forward to showing my Master and Mistress what I had bought and that I was a good girl for keeping the plug in. I was also really looking forward to getting off again and draining the cum from my ass. Although while walking the idea of eating their jizz was not appealing, I had no doubts once I was in the heat of the moment, if commanded to do so, I would get off on it.
Gloriously my roommate was still on her date when I arrived back at my dorm room. As is the case with most dorm rooms, it is small. In fact IÕd guess it is about 12x10. To save space we each have a bed that doubles as a couch. The bed part is on casters and rolls under a backrest that is mounted to the wall during the day. The backrest has built in shelves behind the cushion. Those shelves are as private as it gets in these rooms so that is where I stashed my new toys. Then I made a quick trip to the bathroom, came back to my room, locked the door, setup my laptop, slid out the bed and stripped off my clothes.
I had about 15 minutes yet to wait so I lay down on my bed and lazily fingered my pussy. I wanted to be nice and juices for my video call. I had no problem achieving that state. Right on time I opened up Skype and logged in. Maybe 15 seconds later and video call from Master Peter range. I was kneeling on my bed facing the webcam with my hand between my legs as I answered. I was pretty sure I had pleased them.
In truth I was expecting my Master and Mistress to play some kinky domination game with me during the call, but they really didnÕt. I mean, the whole situation was kinky, but they didnÕt particularly doing anything else weird. Well weirder than me on my hands and knees with a plugged ass full of cum.
Mistress Dasha said she was proud of me for following her instructions. I smiled.
ÒMy I speak, Mistress?Ó I asked. She said yes. ÒI got this at the store too. I hope you donÕt mind.Ó
I lifted the cushion to reveal my toy stash and grabbed the dog bowl. Both of them seemed pleased with my additional purpose. Then they gave me instructions. Master Peter spoke first. He was sitting in his office. He didnÕt have a shirt on and the site of his muscular bare chest was exciting.
ÒWe had a great time with your mother this afternoon,Ó he began. ÒShe is coming along nicely. She ate her MistressÕ pussy without hesitation just minutes after meeting her. However, we both are still a little keyed up. So IÕm going to fuck my wife and you are going to watch. I know how much you like that. I want you to fuck yourself with the dildo you bought while you watch.Ó
ÒBut donÕt you dare cum before we do,Ó my Mistress chimed in.Ó
ÒI think she already knows that,Ó Master Peter corrected her. ÒWhen we tell you, I want you to leave the dildo buried in your pussy, turn the vibe on high, hold it against your clit, pull the ass plug out and only when you feel the cum dripping out of your ass are you allowed to orgasm.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Mistress added. ÒLet the cum drip into your new bowl. We should christen it. Plus I canÕt wait to see you lick it up.Ó
I watched as Mistress pulled MasterÕs pants off. He wasnÕt wearing underwear and his already stiffening cock popped into view, the image of which burning into my brain. She started stroking him getting him to full staff.
ÒLetÕs see the dildo you picked out my slut,Ó she commanded me. Immediately I grabbed it and held it so the webcam could see if.
ÒThatÕs a nice one,Ó she said. ÒStroke it like IÕm stroking Peter. You did well. They look about the same size. Imagine how nice it will feel when he finally fucks you.Ó
I was already getting dizzy with lust thinking about that as I gave the rubber device a hand job. When Mistress began sucking my Master I did the same to my pseudo partner. Mistress didnÕt blow him long. IÕm sure she was still moist from the encounter with my mom and no doubt my lewd display was also having an affect on her.
ÒIÕm going to fuck him now, slave,Ó she announced although I pretty much figured that out as she straddled her lap. ÒYou stay on your hands and knees like the bitch dog your are, but you can start fucking yourself.Ó
I didnÕt need to be told that twice. Even though I was dripping juice onto my bed it still took me a bit to work the dildo into my pussy. It was the biggest thing IÕd ever had up there and the butt plug made me tighter still. IÕm pretty sure I only got about half inside me before I just starting sliding it in and out. God that felt good. I was watching the screen but the pleasure coursing through my body had my full attention. IÕm sure my eyes were starting to glaze over. But Master and Mistress didnÕt seem to mind.
Mistress began to pick up her tempo. I was praying she would cum quickly and that would trigger Master to squirt. I knew from experience he could hold back seemingly indefinitely but I knew I would not be able to. God how I needed to cum. I couldnÕt resist yelling that out to them along with ÒFuck your slut wife. Make her cum so I can too. I canÕt wait much longer.Ó
I probably earned a big punishment for that outburst, but I didnÕt care. My body needed release and it needed it now I watched with renewed interest as my Mistress picked up the pace as she bounce up and down his big, perfect cock. She looked like sex personified as her tight body and oversized breasts bounced up and down. I couldnÕt see MasterÕs face but IÕm sure he was smiling.
ÒPlease Master, please Mistress,Ó I begged. ÒI need to cum. God, please may I cum.Ó
ÒNot until we do,Ó they both said in unison.
I was savagely fucking myself with the dildo. I was already going to get punished for calling my Mistress a slut, I figured, and probably for cumming when I fucked the neighbors, so what the hell. WhatÕs one more infraction? I was getting close. I was right on the edge. I prepared to grab the vibe and the bowl.
ÒDonÕt do it baby girl,Ó my Mistress moaned between thrusts.
ÒI canÕt help it Mistress,Ó I cried out.
ÒOh Peter, fuck me like you used to in the movies,Ó she screamed.
I saw him grab her hips and instead of letter her set her own pace he started ferociously pulling her hips down so his cock bottomed out on each stroke and then lifted her almost completed off his amazing cock so she could get the full length each time. As soon as he started doing that she started cumming and she didnÕt stop. That sight was the end for me. As soon as she came, so did I. I didnÕt even have a chance or need to grab the vibe.
Mistress Dasha was gone. She was consumed by her orgasm and no longer in the moment. But Master Peter knew what was going down. He told me to pull my plug now and drain my ass. I was perfectly happy to do so. I ripped the plug from my butt without concern for how much it would hurt. I could feel the cum dripping over my pussy lips and then over my inner thigh before gravity pulled it into my new slut bowl. I was still in the aftershocks of my climax and Mistress was still gone in hers. When all the cum had drained from my backside Master Peter had me hold up the bowl and show him. He had stopped fucking Mistress although she was still impaled on his cock.
ÒPut the bowl in front of you and grab the vibe. When you are ready to cum again tell us. Then you can eat the cum.Ó
That was the kind of order I was happy to obey. It didnÕt take long. As soon as the tip of the vibe hit my clit my body was in overdrive again. Fortunately Master Peter didnÕt make me wait once I told him I was ready. He lifted Mistress off his cock and onto the floor. Then as I started licking the cum out of the bowl (and cumming my fool head off) he started stroking his cock in anticipation of hosing down his wife. She looked content to let him do that. I buried my face all the way into the bowl. I was in heaven. At least until I heard the door lock in the flip open.
I didnÕt need to see my roommateÕs face to know what the mousey girlÕs reaction would be to finding me on my bed with a vibe on my pussy and my face in a dog bowl licking up cum. No, her scream of horror was enough. And the sound of her running down the hallway was perfectly capable of telling me what she thought. I lifted my head out of the bowl to look, but all I saw was the open door. I started to get up but a quick word from my Master to Òfinish eatingÓ had my head back in my bowl. I licked up every drop of cum as quick as I could and then held up the bowl for inspection. Only then did he allow me to shut the door. I have no idea if anybody else saw me during that period. He looked amused while Mistress was still pretty much out of it from enjoying her own orgasm. My climax was a quickly fading memory as being caught definitely ruined the mood for me. Master Peter told me he would call me during the week and shut down the Skype session. All of a sudden I felt very alone.
I stood next to my bed for about 30 seconds trying to make sense of what had just happened. Then I hastily put all my toys back in the cabinet, grabbed some fresh underwear and my shower bucket, put on a robe and headed down to the bathroom to wash up. I hoped my roommate would have calmed down by the time I returned, but I was wrong. Sitting in my room waiting for me was my roommate and our resident assistant (RA). I didnÕt really have a defense as the RA read me the riot act about how I could be expelled for what I had done, blah blah blah. IÕd screwed up but I knew she was just trying to scare me and that they couldnÕt kick me out of school for that. My roommate stood up and stormed out of the room saying she couldnÕt live with a pervert like me. The RA was more sympathetic after my roommate left.
ÒLook Brittney,Ó she said calmly. ÒIÕm not going to press this with the administration. What you do is your own business and you will not get kicked out of school. But if your roommate makes a big stink you could be kicked off the swim team and lose your scholarship. You need to move out. IÕll make arrangements to find you a new roommate, but you need to give me a couple of days. Do you have somewhere to stay?Ó
I told her I could crash at home for a couple of nights. She told me it was best to just get dressed, grab my books and a change of clothes and take off. She said she would run interference with my now ex-roommate.
I felt so guilty leaving the dorm. I couldnÕt tell my mom the real reason, unless of course she already knew the truth about me, so I grabbed my laundry bag too and would use that as an excuse why I was home.
Mom was happy to see me, as any parent is when their child comes home. She showed no ill effects from what must have been an exciting afternoon for her. Nor did she show any sign of knowing we both were serving the same Master and Mistress. I fell asleep quickly but I had a restless night. My sleep was filled with erotic dreams and I kept waking up with my pussy wet and my fingers in my panties. The strangest, or was it the most hopeful, dream involved an alternate ending to my roommate saga. In my dream I pictured my roommate coming back to the dorm, not alone but with her new boyfriend. And instead of being repulse by my licking cum out of a dog bowl, they both turned out to be dominant and actually enjoyed watching.
ÒI always knew you were a kinky bitch,Ó my roommate would scold me. Then she would command me to crawl to her boyfriend and get some fresh cum right from the source.
ÒHe just finished fucking me in his car,Ó she would say. ÒClean my cum off his cock you slut.Ó
And of course I would gladly do it. I would kneel before him and joyfully slide my mouth up and down his rigid cock tasting both her juices and his cum. From behind me I could hear her discovering my toy collection.
ÒOh my innocent looking roommate. You are quite the kinkster,Ó she would proclaim.
While I was still sucking his cock she would pull my arms back and cuff me. My pussy would start flooding just like at Master and MistressÕ house. She then began to spank me and give me instructions.
ÒI donÕt suck his cock because it is demeaning to women. But youÕre a whore, so from now on, that is your job. YouÕll get him nice and hard so he can fuck me. And youÕre going to watch because I know that will drive you crazy.Ó
I felt her slide a vibrator into my pussy and she turned it on high. Then she made good on her promise to fuck him again. She mounted him in a reverse cowboy so I could watch her bounce up and down on the cock IÕd worked to make hard. With my hands bound I couldnÕt fuck myself with the vibe. I had to just kneel there and watch.
ÒOh God he feels good,Ó my roommate would tease. ÒI bet you would love to have this cock inside of you. Maybe if you are a good girl this week IÕll let him fuck you.Ó
She went on to describe how things were going to change between us (IÕd be her sex slave) and how they were going to use me (when she did let him fuck me I should expect it in the ass because nice girls like her donÕt do that) and maybe they would even whore me out around campus. She told me that I would love it. I told her she was right. Then she told me to bring my face over so she could rub her clit against me as she bounced on his cock.
I must have been working my clit subconsciously in my dream because I woke up before she came, but I felt the endorphin release like I had orgasmed. My pussy was a swampy mess. I wish my dream had been real.
I didnÕt have an early class Monday so I actually slept in until 8. Mom was already gone to work. I decided to blow off my first class meaning I could enjoy some private time by the pool before heading back to campus. I pulled a box of cereal out of the cabinet and then got a shock. When I opened the dish cabinet to get a bowl, I found a dog dish. My mom didnÕt have a dog. Immediately I knew what it meant and my pussy flooded my panties.
Not one to let an opportunity like that go to waste, I immediately put my cereal in the dog bowl, poured some milk on it and got down on all fours to eat breakfast on the kitchen floor. It felt so good to remember the first time I ate from a bowl in that manner. Even though they were not here I felt like I was doing this for Master and Mistress. My pussy felt that way too. My hand found its way inside my panties. IÕd like to say I just rubbed myself a little, but that would be lying. I rubbed myself frantically until about a minute later I came with a shriek. But I wasnÕt satisfied.
I washed my momÕs dish and put it away. Then sprinted up to my momÕs room and started searching. I had a feeling she had the same collection of sex toys that I had bought. It turns out she had more in her dresser drawer. She must have been buying her own before she met Peter I mused. She did have the same 8Ó model I had bought. She probably had the same task to go to the adult store. I took the dildo and grabbed a vibrator as well (different model from mine) and ran back to my bedroom. I almost fucked myself in momÕs room, but that felt like I was crossing a line. (For those who think using her toys crossed a line as well, you are probably right. But at that moment I didnÕt care.)
This time I was determined to take the full length of the dildo. I lay on my back on the bed and pulled my legs back to my chest. I had no need for foreplay and simply sank the dildo into myself. I got maybe six inches into me. Better than last night but still not reaching my goal. I wanted Master Peter to fuck me senseless. I had to be able to do it myself first.
I rolled over on my side so I could reach behind my ass and grab the base of the phallus. This proved to be a better position. I howled with joy as the dildo bottomed out deep inside me. I started fucking myself. It felt so good to be penetrated that deeply. How I hated Master Peter at that moment for not giving me a proper fucking yet. But the feeling was fleeting as the pleasure of the penetration was much more important. I turned on the vibe and held it in position from the front. Now that was nirvana.
I rammed the dildo in and out of my pussy. It was definitely getting acclimated to having such a big dick in me. And my sweet clit was enjoying itself too. In retrospect I should have taken my time and enjoyed myself a little more, but that would have required rational thought instead of being overcome with lust. I came hard for the second time in about 10 minutes sprawled on my bed. I think I must have passed out because when I snapped back into reality it was 10:30. Shit, I canÕt miss my 11 oÕclock class.
I put on my clothes without having time to wash up. I did give momÕs dildo a quick rinse, but it was less thorough that I would have liked. I grabbed my books and sprinted out to the car. I made it with minutes to spare, but I felt like a dirty whore. I donÕt know if anybody else could smell my pussy or the pungent sweat of great sex (even if I was alone) or if anybody noticed my hair had more of a look what the cat drug in look than it usually did. But I sure could. To me there was a big neon sign above my head flashing Òtramp.Ó I wondered if news of my activities had spread through the dorm or beyond. I looked around the class but nobody seemed concerned. I let out a long sigh of relief.
After class I went back to the dorm. Based on the looks I got some people obviously knew. I found my RA. Fortunately she wasnÕt at class. She said she was having trouble finding a place since my roommate was making sure everyone in the building knew what I had done. She told me IÕd better stay at home another night. That would be easier said than done if my RA knew what IÕd done at home this morning.
Late in the afternoon I had swim practice, which was a very good thing. I really through myself into practice swimming harder and faster than I normally did, especially on a Monday, purposely trying to tire myself out. My thought process was if I was worn out I wouldnÕt be so out of control at momÕs place. It worked well, although she was confused why I was there for a second night. I got up early and snuck out before she got up. All I could think about was her dog dish and wanting to eat from it.
I noticed a text message on my phone from Mistress asking how I was doing. I told her about getting kicked out of the dorm and she said not to worry. She would take care of it. I wasnÕt sure how she could do that, but I was happy for any assistance. TuesdayÕs classes seemed to drag on forever. Maybe it was because I didnÕt have anywhere to go between classes. Maybe the whole roommate affair was just wearing me down. I didnÕt know. When my RA called my cell right before swim practice I was sure it was to tell me that I didnÕt have a room for another night.
She told me that she had tried everyone she knew but nobody wanted to have me as a roommate. My heart sank at the news. Then she said out of the blue she had received a phone call from a girl who had an apartment just off campus. Apparently her roommate had just dropped out of school and she needs a new one. My RA didnÕt have many details, but she gave me the address and her phone number. I called right away.
The girlÕs name was Renee (I knew IÕd heard that name before recently but couldnÕt place where) and she invited me over. I told her I had swim practice but that I would come right over after. She agreed and for the first time since Sunday I began to relax. I swam easier in practice and my mind was clear. I felt great. After a quick shower (ok I lingered a bit looking at a couple of the girls) I went over to ReneeÕs apartment.
She was a very bubbly girl. She was a local girl, had Eastern European looks but she acted like a typical California teen. The apartment wasnÕt anything special. It was nice and meticulously kept, but was of average size. There was minimalist furniture, just a basic table and chairs in the dining area but the living room had the biggest TV I had ever seen. There was a couch right in front of it. I noticed a wireless keyboard sitting on the couch. Typical for California there was a pool which the apartmentÕs balcony overlooked, but the pool was small with just a few deck chairs around it for sunbathing. There were two bedrooms, both about the size of my dorm room. One was setup with desks and a computer. The other was the bedroom. It had a king size bed which dominated the room. I asked where her previous roommate had slept.
ÒOh, we shared the bed. ItÕs big enough for three so we never knew each other was there,Ó she replied cheerily.
ÒWeÕre you a couple?Ó I asked trying to decide if I wanted the drama of moving in with someone whose boyfriend just left her.
ÒNo, it wasnÕt like that. Betsy and I were just friends. It just made more sense to have a study room and a sleeping room.Ó
Betsy, huh, I thought. I suppose she assumes I will share her bed too. Looking at her I found her attractive, but it still seemed pretty presumptuous of her. But I needed a place to crash as I couldnÕt stay at my momÕs full time so I agreed to move in. Renee went back to the dorm with me to pick up my stuff. I waited until she was taking my suitcase out to the car to quickly pack up my toys collection. I was going to have to figure out how to hide them from her given the lack of privacy in the apartment.
We got my stuff moved over pretty quickly and I got settled in. I was able to use the closet in the second bedroom so I hid my box of goodies there. I was probably in the bedroom about 20 minutes or so getting settled. When I walked back out into the living room to tell Renee I was finished I got the shock of my life. I learned quickly why the couch was so close to the TV.
On the screen I saw 4 video chat windows, all with naked guys on them. And sitting on the couch was a very naked Renee. Not only was she naked she had a vibrator in her hand and was putting it to good use. She looked up at me but didnÕt look embarrassed at all that I had walked in on her. If I had been doing that I would have been mortified if my roommate had walked in. Heck I was mortified when my roommate walked in on me last Sunday. But Renee just waved me over.
She set down the vibe and offered me her hand. For some reason I felt compelled to take it and then she pulled me in front of her. Looking at the screen I saw a window showing what her webcam saw. It was now displaying me from about my tits down.
ÒHey guys,Ó she said. ÒThis is my new roommate, Brittney. Brittney meet the guys.Ó
They all enthusiastically welcomed me. I said hi and gave them a wave. Renee pulled me down so they could see my face.
ÒSheÕs a big upgrade from Betsy, isnÕt she?Ó Renee proffered. ÒYou want to see her naked?Ó
Of course the boys were even more enthusiastic about that, but I wasnÕt ready to just strip on camera for them. I dropped her hand and politely, but firmly declined.
ÒNo problem,Ó she said. ÒBut will you stay and watch? It turns me on.Ó
There were hoots and hollers from the guys. Actually the idea of watching this little show did excite me. It reminded me of when I masturbated on MasterÕs driveway. What the hell. Renee obviously wasnÕt shy about sex. I grabbed one of the dining room chair and sat down facing her, but out of the view of the camera. Let me tell you, it was quite a show.
I could hear the four guys cheering her on and giving her instructions on how to pleasure herself. Renee would do what they said and was obviously very turned on. The room was filled with the smell of aroused girl as she fingered and vibrated herself. They told her to turn over on her hands and knees and push the vibe into her slick pussy. As she bent over the couch I saw her near perfect ass come into view. When I pictured myself fucking her the way Mistress Dasha had fucked me I realized that the pungent smell in the room wasnÕt just from her.
My own pussy was demanding attention as I watched Renee tease and please herself in front of the camera. At first I just rubbed my thighs together, but soon I needed more and slid my fingers under the waistband of my pants. I could tell the boys were getting close to squirting based on their breathing. That excited me even more. I wondered if I dared to work my clit harder so I could cum too when Renee turned around unexpectedly. I was caught wet fingered masturbating while I watched her. I was surprised she wasnÕt mad. In fact, if her facial expressions were any indication, it excited her as much as having the guys watch her.
ÒOh my,Ó she said to the screen. ÒI wish you could see this guys. Brittney is fingering herself while she watches me.Ó
Then she directed her gaze at me.
ÒItÕs cool Brittney. Come on. Take your pants off. YouÕll be more comfortable.Ó
She was rubbing herself very hard by then. I really wanted to join her, but I wasnÕt sure I should since IÕd just met her. Then the boys started egging me on, even though I was still off camera.
ÒAt least let me see your breasts, Brit,Ó Renee said between moans. ÒIt will make me cum.Ó
The boys started chanting Òcum, cum, cum.Ó
ÒCome on,Ó she cooed. ÒDonÕt disappoint our fans.Ó
By that point I knew I needed to get off. I threw caution to the wind and took off my shirt and bra.
ÒPlease,Ó Renee moaned. ÒPlay with your nipples.Ó
I absolutely love nipple play, whether by my own hands or from someone else. So now that I was topless I had little resistance to that request. Of course doing so also meant my pussy cried for more attention. Renee was close to cumming. She obviously liked have having me playing in front of her live. Her show was enough to have one of the guys cum. I couldnÕt see him but she described for me him shooting straight onto his webcam. That was enough to set Renee off who had a very noisy and satisfying looking orgasm. By then I was ready to do myself and slid off my pants. I was rubbing through my panties trying to make myself cum. Renee calmed down and then pleaded with me to take off my wet thong.
ÒI showed you mine,Ó she appealed. She was still buzzing her clit. ÒIÕll cum again with you.Ó
That was certainly an offer I couldnÕt refuse. I slid down the thong and tossed them to her. IÕm sure the boys enjoyed watching her press them to her nose.
ÒShe smells so good boys. This thing is soaked. She obviously likes it.Ó
I was rubbing my pussy furiously trying to get off.
ÒCome here, Brittney,Ó Renee implored. ÒGive the boys a show and IÕll let you use the vibe.Ó
I resisted as long as I could. It was probably 5 whole seconds. I needed that vibe and in a perverse way showing off to these strangers suddenly sounded like a good idea. So without worrying about the consequences I jumped over to the couch and sat next to Renee. She smiled and handed me the vibe. It was hot from all her use. I gave it a quick lick (guys love to see that) and slid it into my own needy pussy.
Renee was busy rubbing her own clit and the three remaining guys watching on the camera were all energetically jacking their cocks. I started to shout out encouragement to them. I didnÕt want to take their instructions like Renee had done. I figured it was better to be in control of the situation. After all they didnÕt know about my submissive side. With the vibe deep in my pussy I started fingering my clit. I knew I could cum soon, but I wanted them to cum first.
ÒStroke those cocks boys. I want to see you squirt. IÕll cum if you do first.Ó
Renee then chimed in, ÒIÕm going to cum again. LetÕs all cum together.Ó
You probably would think it was impossible to synchronize five people orgasming at the same time, but as it turns out it isnÕt. After the second guy began to shoot, that triggered Renee, who must have been very sensitive after her last orgasm. Her moans triggered my orgasm, which in turn made the last two guys start to shoot. It was a wild experience to say the least.
I was still panting and coming down from my high when Renee matter-of-factly dismissed the guys and shut down the video chat.
ÒThat was great, Brittney,Ó she said trying to catch her breath. ÒI just know we are going to be best friends.Ó
ÒIÕve never done anything like that,Ó I sort of lied. WeÕll nothing exactly like that anyway. ÒDo you do that often?Ó I asked wondering what kind of girl IÕd agreed to live with.
ÒOnly when I get horny,Ó she said with a smile. ÒYouÕll find out soon enough so I should just tell you. IÕm kind of a nymphomaniac and an exhibitionist.Ó Then after a pause, ÒBut IÕm not a slut and I donÕt just jump into bed with anybody who asks. But I love to show off, rarely wear clothes at home and get unbelievably creamy at the thought of cumming in public around people who donÕt know what is happening.Ó
ÒWhat do you mean in public?Ó I asked.
ÒYou know,Ó she replied. ÒAt movie theaters, shopping malls, at bars, in church, that kind of thing.Ó
ÒIn church?Ó I asked incredulously.
ÒWell, only once,Ó she said with a wink. ÒIt was a dare actually.Ó
So apparently I went from an uptight roommate to a sex maniac. Given the changes in my life that seemed appropriate. Renee got up and walked to the kitchen. She made no effort to cover her naked body. I guess she had not been lying about not wearing clothes at home. She returned with two glasses of ice water and handed one to me. I started drinking it down quickly but almost coughed up a big swig when she spoke again.
ÒIÕm bisexual if you have not guessed,Ó she said. That was hardly a surprise to me, but I was still shocked at how freely she was speaking about her sexuality.
ÒI also sleep in the nude. I will not force myself on you, but if you happen to curl up next to me I will not stop you.Ó
Well it was good to get all this information out in the open. I knew IÕd have to tell her I was submissive soon as I was sure Master and Mistress would have tasks for me this week. Plus I doubted I could hide my dog bowl forever. But I wasnÕt ready to confess my kinks just yet. Even though we had already masturbated together to an appreciative audience, I just wasnÕt that open.
ÒBy the way, the two orgasms I just had will never be enough today,Ó she acknowledged. ÒIÕm usually good for five or six a day and one has to be right before falling asleep.Ó
Did she really just tell me she would be masturbating in bed when I was trying to sleep? Why kind of freaky girl is she? I said OK, but I was wondering if I forced myself on her would she reciprocate my advance? I was very horny after our video experience so I was sure I would probably need another round of self gratification myself. What if I needed to pleasure myself before falling asleep and we both went to bed at the same time? A vision of us both masturbating while lying next to each other filled my head. This was definitely going to be an interesting friendship.
We both had some homework to do so we moved to the work room. It felt weird sitting there naked along with Renee, but since she was going san clothes, I figured I should too. We were sitting at desks placed together at a 90 degree angle forming an L. I kept sneaking peaks at her, and although she was studying, I did catch her a couple of times with her hand between her legs. She appeared to be just lazily diddling herself. Not really trying to get off, but mostly just keeping her fire burning. Looking at my watch I realized it was getting late. I figured she was getting ready for her pre-sleep orgasm. Then I heard the TV in the living room chirping that someone was calling on Skype. Of course I figured it was the same boys. I was good with that. I could be up for another round before bed.
ÒMommy usually calls about this time,Ó Renee announced before skipping out of the room. I noticed she didnÕt grab a robe. I guess she wasnÕt shy about her mom knowing she ran around naked. Or maybe she just did a voice chat. Yeah, that must be it. I heard her answer the call and heard a womanÕs voice (It must be her mom I thought) say that she looked well. So much for my theory of just having a voice call. I was pretty sure my mom would be accepting of my new sexual proclivities as she obviously shared them. I guess ReneeÕs mom didnÕt have a problem with her walking around nude. However, when Renee called for me to come in and meet her mom, I wasnÕt quite prepared to go that far.
ÒIÕll be right there,Ó I called out. But I also grabbed a robe from the closet. I tied it tightly around me so she wouldnÕt notice I wasnÕt wearing underwear. When I walked into the living room I got the second shock of the evening. Mistress DashaÕs image was on the screen. It hit me like a ton of bricks that she had said she would take care of my living arrangement problem and she certainly did. She and Renee were chuckling at my discovery.
ÒHi babygirl,Ó my Mistress addressed me. ÒI see you have met my daughter.Ó
I knelt on the floor immediately taking up my doggie position. ÒYes Mistress. She is very nice.Ó
My face was burning with shame of doing this in front of Renee. I had seen her as an equal. Heck I actually felt superior for a while. But obviously that wouldnÕt be the case.
ÒSit on the couch, Brittney,Ó my Mistress commanded. ÒYouÕre off duty.Ó
Mistress explained that she really did call to see how things were going not to play with me, per se. I remembered Master Peter had told me they had a daughter in college but it never occurred to me I would move in with her. We talked about the video chat, we talked about ReneeÕs upcoming 21st birthday party and we even talked about Thomas and his desire to have his own slave. Somewhere along the way Mistress told me to take off my robe so I would be sitting next to her daughter naked. I had the feeling that she might command me to pleasure her daughter, but she didnÕt. (She did order me to slowly tease my own nipples.) After we hung up Renee explained that she knew that I was her parentÕs slave, but that she didnÕt play those games. She also explained that she thought I was horny again and that she needed to masturbate. I was tempted to tell her that IÕd be happy to go down on her, but I figured that could wait. Now that I knew she was her motherÕs daughter, I figured I would just be patient and see how her game played out. I knew she had to have a game. I just had to be patient and find out her deal. Heck, IÕd probably wake up bound to her bed. Not that there is anything wrong with that.
Renee began masturbating all the while looking at me sitting next to her. She made no move to touch me, although she did ask me to keep playing with my nipples and did complement my looks and told me how watching me got her excited. I could see the lust in her eyes as she continued rubbing her clit as escalated the force she used on her pussy. Like as happens with me, her previous orgasm must have conditioned her body to cum again quicker and easier because it didnÕt take long for her to reach happiness again. She was staring at my eyes as her body stiffened. It was a very erotic sight to watch her go over the edge. I wanted to join her, but I still wasnÕt 100% comfortable in the situation, so I decided to wait.
I admit it was weird walking around the apartment naked, but it didnÕt seem to bother Renee so I figured what the heck. When bedtime rolled around it seemed natural to climb into her bed without putting on any sleepwear. True to her word, Renee masturbated again in bed. God she was insatiable. This time I couldnÕt resist and fingered myself while lying next to her. She came first and I really wanted to pull her head between my legs. But since she had not made any moves to include me, I decided to just finish myself. After I was done, with my body sweaty from the heavy covers and my breathing labored because, well just because, Renee said ÒI always sleep better after a good orgasm. Good night sweetie. I know we are going to be best friends.Ó And then she rolled over and kissed me on the cheek.
I fell into a serene sleep, the first one since my old roommate caught me following Master and MistressÕ orders. I was at peace because I knew Renee would not judge me no matter what her parents had me do. I had dreams of her becoming my Domme and serving her every day. I pictured myself coming home to the apartment from class or swim practice and stripping naked. Then she would either play with me or have me dress in a silly maidÕs costume so I could take care of her the rest of the night. She would have me crawl between her legs and lick her pussy while she did her video calls with the boys. They would see my ass facing the camera and enjoy watching Renee cum time after time as I licked and nibbled her clit. When the boys finally shot I imagined them shooting their hot sticky cum on my ass. In my dreams my pussy was dripping as Renee fingered it causing me to explode over and over again as the boys watched and cheered.
When I woke up I discovered I was on my side and Renee had her arms wrapped around me and was spooning me. Her right arm was around my neck and she was cupping my breast. Her left hand was between my legs. Maybe my dream wasnÕt so much a dream as reality.
When I began to stir it woke Renee. She untangled her arms without saying much and headed to the bathroom. I was still trying to assess what was going on when I heard the shower turn on. I really needed to pee and I hoped she wouldnÕt take long. But soon my bladder couldnÕt be ignored. I knocked on the bathroom door and she told me to come in and said just to use the toilet and she wouldnÕt watch.
As I sat on the toilet I could see the silhouette of her body behind the translucent shower curtain. I was transfixed watching her hands roaming over her body as she washed away a night of debauchery. I felt my slit getting moist again as I imagined her taking control of my body. Maybe she and my Mistress would play with me together. Renee had told me she got off on public orgasms. Maybe Mistress would order her to make me cum in front of people. That would be heavenly.
ÒIÕll be right out,Ó she called to me. I have to get to class.Ó
I was still in the bathroom when she turned off the shower and stepped out. Her skin was glistening with drops of water. I reluctantly handed her a towel. I would have stood there and watched her drip dry for hours.
Renee wrapped the towel around her perfect body depriving me of my voyeur opportunity and walked back to the bedroom. I wished I had time to follow her but I needed a shower and had my own class to attend. By the time I was out of the shower, she was gone. During the day I had classes to worry about and then I had swim practice so I wasnÕt thinking too much about sex or my new roommate. After practice I got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and took a spin through the student union to pick up a snack and some Gatorade. For some reason I walked into the rec center. The rec center has a small bowling alley, some pool tables, Foosball, darts and tables for board games. I usually donÕt have time or the inclination to hang out there, although it is popular with the other students.
I noticed there was a group of 6 or so guys crowded around the far pool table. When I saw whom they were playing I understood why. Renee was holding court. I watched from afar for a few minutes. She was playing against one boy while the other 5 were watching. She lost the game I was watching (she didnÕt seem to be very good) another guy racked the balls and she began to play him. The reason she was so popular wasnÕt her pool skills but the way she was dressed. When she saw me spying on her she waved me over to them.
Even before I stood next to her I could tell from behind she wasnÕt wearing a bra. She had on a sheer blouse and I saw no evidence of any bra straps. Similarly her tight, short skirt showed no panty lines so either she was wearing a g-string or was going commando. I had a pretty good idea which one was the case. She also was wearing the cute little short boots with about a 3-inch heel. IÕm sure all her admirers got hard watching her move around the table, especially when she bent over for a shot.
Without a bra her boobs threatened to bounce out of her blouse, conveniently unbuttoned even with her nipples for teasing effect, every time she bent over the table to line up a shot. Other times she would stretch to reach the cue ball necessitating her to lift one of her feet off the floor and raise her leg. I could see the boys jockeying for position to try and get a look up her skirt, although I myself didnÕt get a good look to see if she was flashing them.
The boys were nice enough to me, but you could tell they were focused on my roommate to the exclusion of everything else. It was too bad as a couple of them were cute and probably had a chance to score with me if they were man enough. Renee played two more games and then she said we had to go to the bathroom. It sounded funny the way she said it, but I guess she just didnÕt want to go alone so I followed her to the ladies room.
ÒWhat do you think of them?Ó she asked me after we reached the sanctuary of the bathroom. ÒWhich one do you want to fuck?Ó
ÒUm, none of them,Ó I responded. ÒI donÕt know any of them.Ó
ÒSo what?Ó she replied. ÒIÕve played with them before. They know what they are doing in bed.Ó
ÒThatÕs fine for you,Ó I told her. ÒBut IÕm hoping your dad will send for me tonight.Ó
ÒIÕm sure you are,Ó she said with a smirk. ÒUsually Mom has Susan her kitty pet over on Thursday and dad will be busy with them.Ó
It struck me as awkward that she talked about her mom and dad so casually. But I wasnÕt really expecting a call from them I just was looking for an excuse. Renee finally agreed with me that I shouldnÕt pick out a guy Òjust yetÓ (what did she mean by that?) and opened her purse.
ÒIf you donÕt want to fuck one of them, at least help me out,Ó she said with a hint of exasperation in her voice.
I watched as she pulled out a butterfly vibrator. I had noticed one similar to it at the adult bookstore. She also handed me a small rectangular black box with a single button on its face. I looked confused at it until she explained that it was a remote for the butterfly. She then slid the toy up her legs. She had to raise her skirt (confirming she had no underwear) to nestle the vibrator on top of her clit.
ÒTest it out,Ó she said. I pressed the button and she jumped a little. I could hear it activate, but only because it was quiet in the bathroom.Ó
ÒYou just buzz that whenever you want,Ó she instructed. ÒItÕs quiet but it packs a punch. DonÕt worry about doing it at the wrong time. Just turn in off after a few seconds so it doesnÕt overheat.Ó
She had a smile that could light up a room and we returned to the game. I sat down on a bar stool and folded my hands in my lap. I donÕt think the boys could tell I was holding the remote. I felt devious controlling ReneeÕs vibrator in the back corner of the rec center. I didnÕt turn it on for several minutes. Renee kept shooting me dirty looks as if to complain that I wasnÕt teasing her. Finally when she had her body stretched out trying to make a shot, I hit the button.
I was proud of her for not moving or making any sound. She did miscue on the shot, however, sending the cue ball slowly dribbling off to the side rail. I think the boys all thought it was because she had stretched. If fact they were quite generous to allow her to redo the shot. Of course they did. I would too if I was playing her and wanted her body in that position. I turned off the butterfly and this time she sank her 6 ball.
I got the impression that Renee was better at pool than she was letting the boys believe. I guess she was just trying to stroke their egos. At the same time I was enjoying controlling the butterfly stroking her clit. I could tell every time I turned it on she subtly jumped, although I doubt the boys noticed. I tended to do it when she would bend over leading to an extra little shake to her exposed boob flesh. I remembered how she told me she likes to orgasm in public and I assumed this was one of those times. As a result I didnÕt work the toy just to tease, but would leave it on for longer than she had instructed me in an effort to get her to climax.
By the end of the fourth game since our return, I had been buzzing her relentlessly. She was left with a difficult shot the length of the table. I had left the butterfly on for several minutes. I hoped it wouldnÕt overheat, although I expected she would have signaled me if there was an issue. I also was sure she would cum soon. I was sitting at the opposite end of the table so I had a perfect view as she bent over. Her tits were resting on the table with an expanse of flesh forming a deep cleavage exploding from her blouse. She had both feet on the ground, only instead of spreading her legs they were pressed together. I knew her skirt was riding up in the back. They boys were not even trying to hide that they were looking up her skirt. Two of them even got down on the ground to get a better angle. She was looking straight at me. Her eyes were speaking to me, but IÕm not sure what they were saying. Was she telling me to stop, perhaps to tease her more until she picked her conquest for the night? Or was she telling me to keep going so she could cum in front of them. I didnÕt really care at that point. I was going to make her cum. She was wiggling her ass back and forth and bent over at a perfect 90 degrees. If one of the guys had the balls to drop his pants right then IÕm sure she would have fucked him on the pool table. Instead, though, I got to see her eyes glaze over. It was almost a shame all the guys were looking up her skirt. Her face was the much more beautiful sight. I was starting to appreciate the magnificence of a beautiful womanÕs face when she orgasms. Now I could tell her eyes were definitely saying thank you. My pussy was also starting to get into the game wanting to experience the same pleasure.
Thirty seconds later, it was all over. They boys scattered as Renee stood up as if everyone was just pretending they didnÕt just see what happened. Renee took a deep breath and made the shot. She then ran the table with the rest of her balls. They guys seemed shocked. Then she announced we had to go to the bathroom again. I canÕt say I was upset about that. I needed some private finger time.
Renee was absolutely giddy about the way I handled her remote. ÒThat was awesome, Brittney. You did it just right.Ó
It was weird for her to complement me that way, but it made me feel good none-the-less. As she pulled the butterfly down her legs she looked at it and then looked at me.
ÒYou want to try it? Best orgasm youÕll ever have.Ó
I wanted to tell her that my best orgasm was at the hands of her mom and dad and that no toy was going to change that. IÕd like to say that. But IÕd gotten horny watching her and my Mistress had made it clear that when I was with Renee, I was free to have fun and play. So I agreed to try it. I pulled off my jeans and slid the butterfly into place. I decided I was at an advantage wearing pants because the crotch seam would press it against my pussy. She gave me a short burst on the remote and it buckled my legs. How the hell did she wear it without giving it away? She just smiled.
Our pussy juices comingled as I began leaking fluids like a 60Õs Plymouth. I doubted I would be able to last as long as she did. I just hoped I wouldnÕt scream like a madwoman alerting everyone in the rec center to our game. I told Renee that I didnÕt really play pool and she said not to worry. I should just sit back on the stool like I had before. Then she added I should cross my legs. She also unbuttoned another button on her blouse. Her boobs were now freely swaying as she walked and would be on full display as the exhibitionist minx intended.
She told the boys they were going to have a little tournament and the winner would get a very nice prize. At first I didnÕt recognize that during the games where the butterfly would drive me wild her pool skills diminished. But against other boys the vibe stayed quiet and Renee shot much better. I realized two things. First, she was teasing me more than I had teased her. I was loving the treatment, donÕt get me wrong, but at some point I was desperate to cum and more than ready for her to get my first public (PeterÕs driveway didnÕt count as it was dark and I was alone, sort of) orgasm done. The second thing I realized was she was rigging her tournament to make sure the winner was who she wanted to win.
Finally there were only two guys left. One was a senior and one was a junior. Both were hunks and obviously athletes. Although 4 of the guys were out of the tournament, none had left. They were still enjoying the show Renee was putting on and one of them was openly leering at me like he knew what I was doing. Renee had me on the edge for the last 15 minutes and I was fighting not to show any outward signs of the turmoil happening in my pants. I was glad I work dark jeans, as IÕm sure my wetness would have shown through a light color.
Then Renee announced the winnerÕs prize. I wasnÕt shocked that first prize got to fuck her. That made total sense. She told me last night she was a nympho and IÕd already helped her cum in front of the boys once, so of course she wanted to fuck. I was surprised at second prize, though. It was me.
ÒSecond prize gets to fuck Brittney,Ó she announced loudly.
ÒThe hell it is,Ó I countered as I stood up. It wasnÕt that I wasnÕt willing to fuck any of the guys. Like I said they were all cute and the last two were built just like I like a man. But I didnÕt appreciate her teasing me and setting me up like this. Had her mom or dad done this that would have been another matter, but she made sure to tell me she wasnÕt into that sort of thing and now she was telling me who to have sex with?
I think I made it two steps toward the door before the butterfly turned on and buckled my knees. I had to grab the side of the table for support. I turned to look at Renee. My eyes were shooting daggers at her. She held up the remote for all the boys to see.
ÒThis is the key to having a girl like Brittney.Ó
She clicked the remote again and the butterfly stopped. I was breathing hard, panting really. I had almost cum. If she had left it on much longer I would have exploded in front of them.
ÒSit back down, weÕre almost done,Ó she told me and I obeyed. I may not have agreed to be her submissive, but she sure understood how to manipulate me clear down to my soul.
The butterfly turned on just enough to keep me on edge but not over. Renee continued to make a big show of pushing the button so everyone would watch me as she did it. I tried to be good and not give them the satisfaction of showing them how out of control I had become, but it was a losing battle. The guys seemed less interested in finishing the tournament than watching her play with me. I canÕt say that I blamed them. Finally one of them said Òcan we just call it a tie?Ó
The butterfly sprung to life and this time stayed on.
ÒWhat do you think Brittney?Ó she teased. ÒShould we declare a tie?Ó
I would have done anything right then to earn my orgasm.
ÒYes,Ó I panted breathlessly. ÒA tie is a wonderful idea.Ó
ÒYou know what declaring a tie means, donÕt you?Ó she questioned.
My whole body was shaking as I tried to figure out what she was talking about. Then I thought back to what happens when there is a tie in a tournament. The two prizes are combined and then split in half between the people who tied. She must have mean we each would fuck both of them. I didnÕt care any more. She could pick who I fucked for all I cared. I just had to cum.
ÒYes, a tie is the best solutions,Ó I told her, giving her a little wink.
She walked over to me and took my arm leading me back to the center of the pool table. Then she looked at the four Òlosers.Ó
ÒMake a wall guys. We donÕt want anyone from the front desk seeing us.Ó
Renee pushed me forward so I was bent over the pool table. The four guys stood on the other side of the table effectively blocking the sight of anybody on that side of the rec center. Now I knew why Renee picked the table in the far corner. I felt her hands unsnapping my jeans and then tugging them over my ass and down my hips. When I felt her hands release my jeans I turned my head to see her bending over the table next to me. She raised her skirt exposing herself.
ÒOK boys, quick before weÕre caught,Ó she announced.
Quick was what we got. I was penetrated almost before the words were out of her mouth and the guy seemed intent on finishing before someone noticed two girls were getting fucked on a pool table in the rec center. Fortunately the butterfly had me uber-primed and I started orgasming on his third stroke.
ÒShe likes it when you hold her arms behind her pack and pin her down,Ó she told the guy ramming my slutty pussy.
He didnÕt need to be told twice. He grabbed my arms and pressed them into the small of my back. My orgasm simply continued. There was no way I was going to hold back the pleasure. I imagined my Master cuffing me this way like he had last weekend and filling me from behind. I was delirious with pleasure. Renee seemed to be enjoying herself as well, although she was much better at hiding it. But a woman always can tell and as his cock ripped through her she was cumming over and over.
Then almost as quick as it had started, both guys shot their loads and it was over. I was satisfied, for now, but I knew I would need more later. Renee looked pleased with herself.
ÒStick with me and youÕll have all the sex you can handle,Ó she told me. She then turned the butterfly on again. I came again instantly.
ÒHey what about us?Ó one of the four guys who were out protection wall asked Renee.
ÒWhat do you think, Brittney?Ó she asked me. ÒDo they deserve a reward too for trying?Ó
I looked at her trying to get a clue about what she wanted me to say. I was perfectly willing to fuck all of them. Did she want me to invite them back to the apartment? Or did she want me to ask to come back to their place?
ÒI thought it was a tie. DonÕt we have to share the winners?Ó I asked while trying to get my breath back.
ÒYes,Ó she replied. ÒBut they need a few minutes to recover.Ó
Then I got a nasty idea. At least it was nasty to me, but probably not to Renee.
ÒHow about weÉÓ I told the group. The four guys nodding told me they approved.
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