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Being adequately stimulated by my endeavors at her rear she decided that it was time to change location and turned around for me to continue by the front way and pushed my face unto her pussy for me to satisfy her there. Lapping up her juices she bumped and grinded in my face and she held me in place by a firm hold on my ears. I caught a breath whenever I could. The smell and taste of her was overpowering but I did the best I could to both satisfy her and myself. I finally hit pay dirt as she shuddered with a yelp when she climaxed.
Exhausted, she generously turned me over to Pete for me to minister to his lewd disposition. “I know he’s a good cocksucker, but let’s see how good he takes it up his ass,” Pete commented as he turned me around and bent me over. Placing a dab of Vaseline on my asshole and rolling a rubber on his long, thick member, he pressed it against my rear orifice seeking entry. I couldn’t deny him and relaxed as it slowly pushed its way in. It hurt at first but became pleasurable as he pumped in and out satisfying both him and me. “He’s doing so well we should let him come when I come,” he said to Dee. She agreed and held my dong so that when he came so did I on the floor.
“You definitely made a mess,” Dee said to me and continued “Clean it up, get dressed and we’ll see you around. It was certainly nice to meet you. Bye.” With these departing words they left me to contemplate my future with them.
It took me a week to recover from this session. I wish to reiterate I’m not a fag, I’m not a pain slut, and I don’t go for this stuff. However, I have to admit during the week late at night in bed, I would go over the events that occurred, I would think of Peter, that bastard, and masturbate.
At the club I had a meeting with some club members, developers on a project that needed approval from the planning department of the local authority. When the meeting broke up I went to the bar at the club for a drink. Peter appeared along side of me, patted me on the ass, and said, “Hi, how’s thing going?”
“OK,” I answered.
“I want to apologize for my fiancé, admittedly she’s a bitch but I love her. She sometimes gets carried away, but after all it’s only clean fun. I hope you don’t take her seriously,” Peter explained. This guy must be kidding I thought; are we on the same planet? Clean fun, he sez, I wonder what she’s like when she gets serious. He continued, “I like you; I wanted to let you know of a job that I heard of that may be down your alley. It’s a Fund; part of a 401K and they’re looking for an analyst who can determine the viability of companies on the exchange to invest in. If you’re interested I can give you a letter of introduction.” Interested, hell yes I’m interested and I let him know. “Come on over to my place tomorrow night around eight and I’ll give you the letter. Incidentally, I’ll tell Dee to cool it, after all you have feelings too,” saying this he handed me a card with his address.
Dee answered my ringing the doorbell when I showed up at eight. She let me in and gave me the letter, which was on the table in their vestibule. Putting it away in my jacket pocket she invited me in for a drink. I couldn’t refuse considering his kindness and I followed her into the living room where Peter and another couple were drinking and in deep conversation. Upon seeing me they stood up to be introduced. Since all were drinking Dry martinis that was OK with me and Dee got one for me. David, that was his name, asked what I did and before I could tell him Dee piped up to my surprise, “He’s a submissive; he gets a kick out of being spanked, whipped and humiliated. He loves to be forced to suck and fuck”
Dumbfounded, I was too shocked to say anything but just stood there with my drink in my hand not knowing what to do or say. Nancy, David’s wife spoke up, “I’ve heard and read about submissives but never met one. I wonder how they can possibly enjoy it and submit. Is he really a true submissive or are you kidding me?”
Peter got up sidled over to me, took my drink from my hand and whispered in my ear, “Why don’t you be a good sport and give our guests a demonstration,” and worked my jacket off. Of course I objected but he ignored me. I wondered to myself, did he plan this for his guests all along?
This was too much and said, “No way, I won’t participate,” but before I could object further, Peter holding my wrists, Dee behind me forced a rubber ball in my mouth and pulled the leather straps attached to it around my head and tied the ends so I that I was effectively gagged. She then reached around me in front, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my fly, and with her hands on both my sides pulled my pants and short down. My treasonous prick made its appearance, sticking out with an erection in its full glory notwithstanding my wishes to the contrary.
“See what did I tell you, he’s aroused already and we haven’t even started yet,” Dee declared. She secured her leather strap that she kept in her sewing basket and showed it to Nancy no doubt for her approval. “He’ll love this,” she told Nancy and took it back and gave me a hard swipe with it across my ass. Damn, it hurt, and showing no compassion she gave me two more. “Do you want to try it?” she asked Nancy.
“My goodness, may I?” Nancy questioned back, and Dee handed her the strap. Nancy was a quick learner, and she applied the strap with a number of painful strokes to my rear end. “This is fun,” she asserted and further remarked, “Why don’t we strip him naked, he’ll probably like that being a submissive.” They wasted no time on her suggestion and Dee and Nancy proceeded on removing my clothes as Peter held my hands so that I couldn’t resist. They completed their task by securing my hands to my sides by cuffing them and attaching each cuff to a ring on a belt that they placed around my waist. I was now naked with a gag in my mouth, my hands bound to my sides, defenseless and humiliated with my prick straight out demanding attention.
“Let’s clean out his tush so that the boys can ream him out,” Dee said and she and Nancy pulled me into the bathroom. Taking out of a drawer an enema bag Dee proceeded to fill it with lukewarm water. They forced me to bend over and Nancy held the enema bag up high while Dee inserted the greased nozzle up my ass and released the water into me. I was required to hold it in for five minutes and then they let me sit down to empty my bowels. They repeated the process two more times to make certain my anal canal was perfectly clean. Dee placed a dab of Vaseline on her two fore fingers and pushed the stuff up my ass to make entry easier for an intruder and led me back into the living room.
Back in the living room I was presented to Peter and Dave who missed me. “Hi lover boy, are you ready for some action,” Peter greeted me. Having a gag in my mouth I could not respond but my raging hard on spoke for me. Peter patted me on my ass and said to Dave, “He likes it up the rear, be my guest and enjoy.” He bent me over so that Dave’s cock was in back and I was facing Peter’s crotch in front. Peter extracted his impressive lance, removed my gag, and placed his cockhead to my lips, David, at the other end and with a rubber on put his spear on my asshole for they evidently were going to launch their attack together. Peter grabbing my face with both hands to secure the proper angle and said, “Gung Ho,” and they both pushed in unison. Both were going all the way in and withdrawing together and their moans and groans disclosed their pleasure. I was taking it both ways and have to reluctantly admit that it felt rather good and was proud of the fact that I was pleasing both of them simultaneously. They fucked me together and came together and I swallowed Peter’s tasteful contribution to my ordeal.
The guys being through with me turned me over to the gals, who thought it a good idea to also make joint use of me. Dee with her strap encouraged me to drop to my knees to service Nancy who lifted up her dress and discarded her panties and my face was brought into contact with her pussy. Simultaneously, Dee also lifted her dress and discarded her panties, and affixed a double dildo strap-on to her pussy half in and half out which she pressed to my asshole. As Dee buggered me Nancy pushed my face in her pussy so that I had to lick it and their moans and groans was even noisier then their husbands. As to which pair I enjoyed more, it would be hard to say, each had its strong point and after all, none of this was in my control. The climaxes of the girls were definitely louder and had more gusto.
I was a mess. My face besmirch with Nancy’s love juices, my ass striped by the whip, and stretched by their use of it, but worse of all my cock with a raging hard-on was demanding to participate. Dee observing my condition felt some compassion for me. “He served us well and earned a reward,” she said and had me stand up between her and Nancy and instructed her, “You take him in the front and I’ll do the rear.” Dee inserted two fingers in my asshole and wiggled them and Nancy held my prick firmly and I pumped and with great relief ejaculated into a napkin that Nancy held with the other hand.
“Good show,” Peter said. “Why don’t you wash up, get dressed and join us for a midnight snack at the Howard Johnson, not far from here. We’ll wait for you so that we can all go together.”
It was at the Howard Johnson that I learned that his employer was transferring Peter to San Francisco and this was the last I would see him and Dee. I never had the opportunity to thank him for his Letter of Introduction since with it I did secure the new job, which permitted me to wind up my contracts for economic studies, but the new job afforded me a larger income and I did not have to concern myself in scrounging up new work. I did miss them.
I know what you are thinking. Well it ain’t true. I’m no pervert. I don’t go for that stuff. I hereby certify I’m no faggot, I affirm that I’m no pain slut. I deny that I now or ever consented to what they did to me. Their abuse and humiliation of me violated my desires and wishes. When I think back when in high school and college my friends and I beat the shit out of homos I am proud and do not regret what we did.
As I was reclining on the veranda of the country club reading the paper, drinking an iced tea and relaxing I looked up at the tennis courts near by. I saw him; he was a large muscular man with a powerful backhand. Notwithstanding his huge size he moved across the court with the speed and grace of a gazelle returning the ball to his adversary; he was good looking. He was an Adonis.
I couldn’t help but watch him and when he was through with his game and went in to the locker room to shower and get dressed, I decided to follow after him and check him out naked in the shower.