Summer was coming to an end. I hated the thought of having to go back to uni. We hadn’t talked about whether I could continue living with the Hendersons and I dreaded that conversation. They had already been more than generous for letting me stay as long as I had. I couldn’t impose on them forever, but neither could I imagine living anywhere else. I was still as horny as I’d always been, and the fact that I could satisfy my needs every day – multiple times per day even – was too good to give up.
Luckily there were still a couple of weeks left before I had to return to reality. Professor H seemed just as reluctant as me to talk about the start of term, so we pretended that it wasn’t happening. Which suited me fine.
The weather continued to be gorgeous. I spent most of my days in or near the pool, usually wearing nothing. I’d given up the pretence of being a decent, innocent young woman. The Hendersons didn’t get many visitors, so it wasn’t as if I’d offend anyone.
The sun was too hot for sunbathing, so I’d dragged my sun lounger into the shade of the palm trees that lined the garden. I was reading a book – or at least attempted to. Ever since the last wonderful sex party, I’d been itching to be tied up again. And not just tied up – but spanked as well. I hadn’t dared ask Professor H to spank me again. It had felt appropriate when we were roleplaying, but I wasn’t sure if he and Mrs H were even into BDSM.
I hadn’t even known that about myself, but being bound at the party and being spanked – both by Professor H when we did the roleplaying and then by the woman at the party – had unlocked something inside me. I wanted to feel that sweet agony of pain mingled with pleasure again. And this time I wanted it harder, more intense.
I kept those thoughts to myself for now though. Although I had reiterated my desire to be taken whenever Professor H felt the need to bury his cock inside my hot cunt, even when I was asleep. It was as close to being tied up as I was going to get right now. Even though the two weren’t remotely the same, not being able to say no was a major turn on for me. And I trusted Professor H enough to know he wouldn’t do something I didn’t like.
The air was hot and I found myself drifting asleep. Knowing a nap would leave me feeling groggy and miserable, I put my book down and jumped in the pool. The cool water made me feel instantly better and I started swimming a few laps. It felt so good to be naked in the pool, I wasn’t sure I’d ever want to go back to wearing a bathing suit again.
Turning around for my next lap, I was startled by Jody and Alice at the edge of the pool. I swam towards them and pulled myself out of the water.
“What are you guys doing here?” I pulled them both into a big hug, delighted by their visit. It had been too long since they’d been here – and since we’d all been fucked by Professor H. I’d started to worry they hadn’t wanted to come back.
“Surprise!” Jody put her bag down and looked me up and down. “Girl, you look amazing. All the sun, sex and swimming really agrees with you.”
“We checked with Mrs H and she said it was fine for us to come over. You can’t keep this pool to yourself.” Alice gave me a playful shove. “We wanted to surprise you. Mrs H said you’ve been kind of keeping to yourself.”
I’d been fucking her and her husband every night, but I knew that’s not what she meant. I hadn’t been out of the house since the last sex party. It warmed my heart that Mrs H was looking out for me.
“I’m so happy you guys came. Make yourself comfortable, I’ll get some towels and lemonade.”
I bounded into the house, my day looking more fun already. When I came out with the towels and a big pitcher of lemonade, I was happy to see the Jody and Alice had undressed and were naked as well. Alice was lying on one of the loungers, trying hard to look comfortable being naked. I hid a smile. She’d forget all about being prude in a while.
Jody was already in the water. She swam with strong strokes, diving under water and coming back up for air only occasionally. I waved at her as I put the towels and the pitcher down. Then I joined her in the water.
“This is heavenly.” She swam over to me and pulled me close. As she hugged me, she straddled my thigh as she ground her pussy against it. “Is the professor home today?”
I had to disappoint her. “He’s out, but he should be back later.”
She pouted. “We can still have fun together, right?”
I kissed her. “Of course we can.”
“Oh, you girls have arrived!” Mrs H came out onto the deck. “This is so much fun.”
Jody’s eyes widened as Mrs H walked towards us. I saw her through the eyes of my friend: perfectly tanned, smooth, with big breasts and a soft stomach. She was gorgeous and she knew it. Stopping at the edge of the pool she stretched languidly, affording us a glimpse of her beautiful pussy.
“The water looks amazing. I might have a dip later as well.”
“Why not now?” Jody’s voice was hoarse and she cleared her throat. “Unless you don’t want to be in here with us.”
Mrs H winked at her. “You’ll have to be a bit more patient, dear. Don’t worry, I’ll join you girls soon.”
Jody groaned as Mrs H crossed the lawn and disappeared around the fence. “She’s SO gorgeous. Do you think she’d like to fuck me?”
I shouldn’t have been surprised at this, but it still shocked me that Jody was so open in her lust of Mrs H. That afternoon with Professor H had really unleashed her inner slut.
“I’m sure she’d love that. She’s always up for sex, and I’m sure she’d love to sample what the Professor has already tasted.”
Jody shoved me away with a laugh, and heaved herself out of the pool. Pouring herself a glass of lemonade, she sat down on the lounger. Voices drifted towards us from the house, Mrs H’s and a male voice I didn’t recognise. I wondered if she’d arranged for some male company for us in Professor H’s absence, but no one came out onto the patio and after a while, I heard the front door slam shut.
“I’m hot,” Alice complained.
I looked over at her from my lounger. “Why don’t you go for a swim?”
She blushed. “Not that kind of hot.”
Despite myself, I burst out laughing. “I knew you were going to want sex!”
“What?” She sat up and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “You don’t have to make it sound like I’m a terrible slut.”
I sobered immediately. “That’s not at all what I meant. Besides, I’m the last person to judge anyone’s sexual habits.”
She relaxed. “I’m not going to lie. Jody and I came here because we really want to be fucked by Professor H again.”
Jody joined me on my lounger. “And now he’s not even home.”
I could understand their disappointment. “He’ll eventually come home. And until then, we can have fun together.”
Alice nodded, but I could see she was still disappointed. There wasn’t much I could do about it, and besides, they had arranged this with Mrs H, so they should have asked her if Professor H would be home. Although I could see how they’d hesitate to do so.
Mrs H came out onto the patio again. “Girls, I have a surprise for you. Come inside for a moment.”
Jody raised her eyebrows at me, but I had no idea of what Mrs H was planning either. We got up from our loungers and followed Mrs H inside.
When she led us into the games room, I gasped. Four massage tables had been set up and four male masseurs were standing at the head of each table. Mrs H clapped her hands with glee. “Surprise!”
Jody and Alice had stopped in their tracks, their faces beet red. I could understand why: they were both naked and in the company of four very handsome men. To their credit, they weren’t trying to cover themselves up.
Mrs H put her hand on my back. “They work for the same company as Margot, but I thought it would be more fun with male attendants.”
Her meaning wasn’t lost on me and heat flooded my body. I turned to Jody and Alice and whispered a quick explanation.
“Are you girls up for this?” I looked from one red face to another.
Jody and Alice exchanged looks, then nodded to me. “As long as I can still get fucked by Professor H,” Alice added.
Mrs H laughed. “I heard that and yes, don’t worry. My husband will be home in a couple of hours. This is just a warm up.”
We took place on the massage tables. I was excited for my massage. It had been a while since Margot had taken care of me, and I craved some relaxation. I didn’t care whether I came or not – I knew Professor H would take good care of us all when he came home. On the other hand, it would be so hot to be taken by these men. They all looked fit and if they were anything like Margot, they would be very good at their job. Although I wasn’t sure if actual sex was part of their job description or whether they only used their hands.
Jody was next to me on one side and Mrs H on my other side. She caught my eye and winked. “Do you want to hold out till my husband comes home as well?”
I feigned indifference. “That depends. How good are these men?”
Mrs H laughed a tinkling laugh. “They are very good, trust me. I’m letting them all fuck me. You girls can tire out my husband.”
“Maybe I’d want some variety too.” I eyed my masseur. “Four men would be fun.”
Mrs H reached out and stroked my arm. “I’m happy to share.”
Jody shot me an incredulous look, but I ignored her. I would let her and Alice share Professor H. It would be too much fun to pass off sharing four men with Mrs H. I was interested to find out how much better the professionals could be.
“Massages first, though,” Mrs H said.
She lay back and closed her eyes.
I nodded at my masseur. “You may begin.”
He stepped forward and ran his hands lightly over my arms. “Any issues you want me to pay particular attention to?”
“My thighs have been a bit sore, so if you can spend some time on them, that would be fabulous.”
He nodded. “Noted. Any no-go areas?”
I flushed with heat at the suggestion in his tone. Looking up, I locked eyes with him. “Nothing is off-limits.”
He winked. “I’ll make sure you are fully satisfied with the massage.”
I sighed contentedly. “You better.”
Closing my eyes, I relaxed. Next to me Jody and Alice were explaining what they liked done. I was happy to hear that they weren’t shy about expressing their needs and limits. The last thing I wanted to do was have to worry about their enjoyment.
Like with Margot, the massage started like any normal massage. My masseur focused on my arms, my shoulders and then my legs. As promised, he spent a lot of time massaging the tight muscles in my thighs, studiously avoiding my cunt, which was wet and aching already.
Jody and Alice were already moaning with pleasure. I was tempted to look over to see what they were getting done to them, but decided to concentrate on my own massage. My masseur’s hands were strong and warm and my aching muscles relaxed under his treatment. Not once did he stray even close to my cunt, and I was starting to wonder if he’d got the wrong end of the stick when he paused to pour more oil on my body. And then his hands slid over my stomach, gently massaging my muscles there before sliding up to my breasts. Any doubt about his intentions was quickly dispelled when he cupped my breasts and massaged them firmly, rolling my nipples between his thick fingers.
I arched my back as pleasure shot from my hard peaks to my cunt. “Oh fuck, that feels good.”
He didn’t acknowledge my compliment, but stayed focused on massaging my twin globes, pulling and pinching my nipples slightly harder.
My body flushed with heat. Lust, never far underneath the surface, flared up and I wanted to be taken – here and now. I wanted to spread my legs and demand this man put his hand between them and massage me all the way to an orgasm, but I didn’t say anything. I would be patient.
When my cunt was drenched and my skin hot with desire, he asked me to turn onto my stomach. Any hope that he’d start fingering me was immediately dashed as he focused on my back first. As much as my cunt was aching to be filled, the man was an excellent masseur and my muscles melted under his touch. I didn’t even mind that he took his time with my thighs and ass, even if he didn’t dip his fingers between my thighs the way Margot had done. Everything felt so heavenly and only served to make me much more pliable for what was to come.
Finally his hands strayed to the underside of my ass and then he nudged my thighs apart ever so slightly. Pouring more oil on my already slick skin, he slid his hands between my legs, massaging my outer labia, from my pubic bone to my puckered anus. I had given up all pretence and was moaning loudly, my sounds mingling with those of Jody, Alice and Mrs H. Everything felt so amazing, even though I was still craving direct contact of his hands with my cunt.
Jody shrieked and moaned as she had an orgasm. Sitting up, she pushed her masseur away. “Enough! I don’t want to come any more.”
He laughed good-naturedly. “If that’s your wish.”
I was still craving direct stimulation, my cunt aching with need. Jody’s masseur approached my table.
“Do you need a hand with her, Pete?”
Pete, my masseur, grunted in response. “Not yet, but stick around. I may need you in a minute.”
He grabbed my inner thighs and spread my legs. “Can you please lift your hips a little?”
I was shaking with need, but stuck my ass up in the air, eager to finally be fingered. But to my surprise, Pete grabbed my thighs and then his tongue slid along my slit. I yelped when his tongue connected firmly with clit. He alternated licking my clit and pushing his tongue in my wet hole, pulsing it just in the entrance. I writhed on the table as pleasure mounted in me.
“Turn her around, I want to play with her tits.” That was Jody’s masseur.
Things had evolved quickly from a pretend-professional massage to all-out debauchery and I loved every minute of it.
Strong hands turned me on my back and then Pete’s head was between my legs again. Jody’s masseur played with my nipples, pulling and twisting them. I could feel my orgasm approach rapidly and I welcomed it. I needed this release. Arching my back, I grabbed Pete’s head and ground my cunt against his face. He got the message and ate me out with more enthusiasm than I had expected from him. The pain from my nipples and the intense pleasure of Pete’s tongue on my clit swept me up towards a crescent of pleasure. When I came, I cried out, clamping my legs and trapping Pete’s head between them. He didn’t seem to care and continued to lap at me until my legs relaxed.
When I came to my senses, I saw that Mrs H was already being fucked by her masseur while she had Alice’s guy’s cock in her mouth. She looked glorious and part of me wanted to just watch her, but when Pete got up and pushed his cock against my entrance, I groaned with delight. This is what I’d craved: a hard cock inside me.
He fucked me hard while Jody’s masseur still played with my nipples. Jody appeared next to me and smiled down on me. “You look so hot. Fuck, it almost makes me want to get fucked by these guys.”
I smiled at her. “Why don’t you?”
She just shook her head, then slid her hand over my belly and sought my clit. When her fingers started thrumming the already sensitive button, I moaned with delight. My cunt tightened around Pete’s cock, who swore and pulled out quickly. A thick stream of cum hit my leg, but I didn’t have time to bemoan the loss of his cock, because Jody’s masseur took Pete’s place and slid his cock inside.
He was thicker and shorter, and I loved the feeling of being stretched. As Jody kept rubbing my clit, her masseur fucked me slowly. I was close to another orgasm, but not close enough. I hoped Jody’s masseur lasted longer than my own, as I was determined to come on his cock. I needed something to clamp against as my cunt convulsed with my orgasm.
Next to me, Mrs H came loudly, panting and moaning. I looked over and saw to my surprise that she was being taken by both men at once. One man had her on his lap while the other pounded her from behind. Although she was coming, the men didn’t slow down. They kept fucking her hard, her body being bounced up and down between them.
The sight of Mrs H being taken so hard pushed me over the edge. I clamped down on the thick cock in my cunt as wave after wave of pleasure shook me.
Jody’s masseur grunted. “Fuck, that feels so good. Keep milking me, baby. Milk my thick, fat cock.”
His words drove me wild, prolonging my orgasm. He reached behind me and pressed a finger against my asshole.
I groaned. “Fuck yes.”
That was all he needed and he pressed his thick finger inside me. As he kept fucking me at the same slow and steady pace, he thrust his finger in and out of my ass. I saw stars as I continued to come, my cunt painfully tight now.
“That’s great, baby, you’re doing so well.” His thrusts became shorter and more intense until he filled me up with his hot, thick cum.
Professor H’s voice cut through my moans. “Having fun without me?”
Jody’s masseur pulled out of me, but I was too tired to sit up.
Professor H watched his wife being taken by two men for a while, then turned to me. “Had too much already, Zoe? I thought you were better than that.”
I sat up, cum dripping out of me. “Not at all, just impressed with these two men.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I’m sad that you think I’m not enough for you.”
His comment surprised me, as we were hardly exclusive and he’d never been bothered by me being fucked by other men. But then I detected something in his eyes, and a shiver ran down my spine.
“You are enough, but my cunt was so hot and I needed release. I’m sorry I didn’t wait.”
His voice was cold. “I’ll deal with you later. Meanwhile, I believe there are two girls here who have been good and have waited for me.”
Jody and Alice beamed. I would have laughed had I not been so strung out from what he’d just said to me, and the steel note that had crept into his voice. I really hoped he was thinking what I was thinking.
Professor H took Jody and Alice by the hand. “I think you two girls need some special time with me. Darling, when you’re finished, can you prepare Zoe for me? We have company coming later.”
Jody shot me a worried look, but I plastered a smile on my face. “Have fun!”
Truth was, I was nervous as hell, as I wasn’t sure what Mrs H was supposed to do to me. Prep me? What on earth did that mean?
I sat on the edge of the massage table, feeling confused and horny. Despite the wonderful treatment I’d received from the two masseurs, I still craved more orgasms. I had planned to join Alice and Jody in fucking the professor, but it seemed that he had different plans for me. I didn’t doubt that those plans would include some form of pleasure, but I didn’t know what.
Mrs H had slipped off the table and was now bent over it, Pete balls-deep in her cunt. She gripped the edge of the table as he pounded her hard. A sheen of sweat covered her body and she moaned loudly as he rammed himself inside her over and over. She looked so hot, I couldn’t help but slide my fingers through my labia. My cunt was sticky with cum, but I didn’t care as I slid two fingers inside me. My G-spot welcomed the stimulation and I shifted my hips to give myself better access.
“Need some help there?” Mrs H’s masseur had ambled over and stared at my cunt with a lascivious look on his face.
I considered refusing. My fingers were perfectly capable of making myself come hard and fast, but on the other hand, it would be nice to have thicker fingers stimulating me.
Taking my fingers out, I nodded. “Just don’t be in the way. I want to see Mrs H.”
He grinned and stepped next to me. Without ceremony, he thrust two thick, long fingers inside me and curled them up against my G spot. I moaned as he pressed hard against the soft tissue. His skills were impressive. He seemed to know exactly what I needed and didn’t deviate from my G spot in any way.
Mrs H writhed against the table, but Pete held her in place as he didn’t slow down his relentless pace. I was impressed that she was able to take his hard pounding after she’d been penetrated by two cocks, but nothing she did should have surprised me anymore. She was more of a slut than I was.
She looked so gorgeous in her passion, it made my cunt flood with lust. I wished I was the one bringing her to such heights of delight, but I knew she preferred a rough, hard cock inside her right now. She would not appreciate me interfering.
Not that I was in any position to interfere. The fingers in my cunt were working magic. It was hot to think of the masseur as a sex dispenser rather than an actual human being. He didn’t even look like he was impressed with what he was doing. This was just a job for him, one he didn’t derive any pleasure from. When he’d been fucking Mrs H he’d at least been able to receive pleasure himself, but now that he’d dumped his load in her cunt, he seemed to have lost interest in sex. It slightly disturbed me that I found that hotter than if he’d been really into fingering me. The fact that this was just another massage job for him drove me to new heights of lust. I wanted him to treat me as a client, not as an equal partner in this sexual encounter.
My cunt tightened around his fingers, but that didn’t deter him. He kept stroking my G spot with firm, long strokes. I knew that if he kept this up, I’d end up squirting all over him. Professor H loved it when I squirted, but I wasn’t sure what this masseur would think of it. Maybe he’d be grossed out by it, seeing as he was still wearing his shirt, which would likely get drenched.
It made me feel so depraved and filthy – in the best possible way – to be served like this. I had nothing to complain about living with the Hendersons, but the thought of having a man readily available to provide me with pleasure whether he was into it or not was very appealing. Especially if he wasn’t really into it.
I was so close to an orgasm. Squirting always took me by surprise, it was a whole different sensation from orgasming from deep penetration or clitoral stimulation. I felt the tension built as my cunt kept tightening. The masseur gave no indication of what he thought of me, which drove me wild. He watched my cunt impassively, almost bored.
“Fuck.” I arched my back as the tension in my cunt became almost unbearable. But then, blessedly, the dam broke and I squirted copiously all over his arm and hand.
He cursed and pulled his fingers out, while my cunt kept gushing.
Mrs H appeared by my side. She slid her hand between my legs and rubbed my cunt with her palm. My cunt kept gushing as she cooed. “Such a good girl, look how much you’re coming. I love it when you gush all over the place.”
Bending over she kissed me deeply. I snaked my arms around her neck and pulled her closer so her breasts touched mine. She smelt of sweat and cum, a heavenly combination.
When we finally pulled apart, I felt exhausted. The masseurs had cleaned up and were dressed again. Mrs H nodded her thanks to them, then helped me off the table.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and then you need a big glass of water. We can’t have you be dehydrated.”
She took me upstairs and helped me into the shower. The hot water combined with her hands soaping me in made me want to stay here forever, but too soon she turned off the water and wrapped me in a big, fluffy towel. Taking me to her bedroom, she set me down on the arm chair and disappeared down the stairs. A few minutes later she came back with a glass of lemonade in her hands.
I drank gratefully. As usual, the squirting had really taken it out of me, and I felt like I could go to sleep. But Mrs H had other plans.
“I think my husband will be done with Jody and Alice soon. Do you want to check up on them? I believe they went out onto the patio.”
I struggled out of the towel and walked down the stairs on shaky legs. As soon as I neared the patio doors, I could hear Jody’s cries of passion. Walking out onto the deck, I loved what I was seeing. Alice was laying back on the lounge, a blissful expression on her face, cum dripping out of her cunt. She made no attempt to cover herself up, her legs were spread wide, her puffy pussy lips on full display with the creamy cum leaking out from between them. She barely registered my arrival.
Jody had straddled Professor H’s lap and was riding him hard, her small tits bouncing up and down. Professor H’s fingers dug into her ass, guiding her to his pace. She looked and sounded like she was close to an orgasm.
I sat down next to Alice, who finally looked over at me. “I don’t think he’ll have enough stamina left to fuck you too. Sorry.”
She didn’t sound sorry, but I didn’t mind. I knew that if Professor H wanted to, he could muster up the energy to fuck me too. But I had a feeling I wouldn’t get fucked again till much later tonight.
It was very hot to watch my friend and the professor rutting in front of us. There was nothing sensual or romantic about the display, which suited my mood perfectly. I was in a savage-sex mood today.
Jody shrieked as her hands dug into Professor H’s shoulders. Her whole body shuddered with the impact of her orgasm, but Professor H kept fucking her as if nothing had happened. He pounded into her for a few more minutes while she lay slumped against him. It was clear she was spent, but he didn’t seem to care. Fucking her until he, too, had his orgasm was the most glorious thing to watch.
Alice evidently thought so too, because her hand worked her cunt furiously. She was panting and writhing on the lounger, fucking herself hard. I watched in amusement as she brought herself to a climax, shaking with the impact of it.
“Fuck, this was an amazing afternoon.” Her cheeks were red and she struggled to sit up. “Why don’t we do this more often?”
I leaned over and kissed her. “We definitely should.”
Professor H lifted Jody off his lap and lay her down on the lounger. She looked like it would take her a while to recover.
Noticing me, he frowned. “I believe I asked my wife to prepare you.”
I shrugged with an indifference I didn’t feel. “She told me to take a break.”
Grabbing my arm, he pulled me to my feet. “This won’t do.”
As he started to pull me towards the house, I tried to wrestle my arm free. “I should take care of my friends.”
“Mrs H will see to that.” He glared at me. “Our guests are arriving soon and you’re not close to being ready.”
I managed to get my arm free. “Ready for what? Can you please explain what’s going on?”
His expression softened. “I’m sorry, pet, I should have explained. Can we please go inside? I don’t want to shock your friends.”
I was intrigued and a little scared, so I followed him inside.
“Stay here.” Without another word, he left me.
I could hear him talking to Mrs H, who appeared a while later. She pulled me to the couch and sat down. I remained standing, annoyed at all the secrecy.
“I thought you were going to look after my friends. What’s going on?”
Her expression softened and she patted the cushion next to her. “Sit down, love. I’ll go see your friends in a moment.”
I crossed my arms. “Just tell me what’s going on. I’m not a child anymore.”
She sighed. “Fine. We have friends coming over in a bit and you will be tied up for them. I know you’re interested in doing more BDSM, so here’s your chance. They will be able to spank you and maybe even flog you.”
I swallowed, but my heart galloped. This sounded incredibly sexy. “How many people?”
She smiled. “Just four men. They all have experience with impact play, so you don’t have to worry about being marked too much. Do you have any objections?”
My cunt flooded, and I shook my head. “Not at all.”
Getting up, she patted my cheek. “You’re such a good girl, Zoe. Now go upstairs to get ready.”
Grinning I bounded up the stairs. I wondered if Professor H had been worried about how I might react to this little plan of his. Was that why he hadn’t told me yet and he’d sent Mrs H to talk to me? She’d at least known me well enough to know that I was absolutely up for this. Having been tied up and used at the sex party had been fun, but this was far more exciting. I’d loved it when Professor H had spanked me, but he’d been relatively gentle with me. I craved more intense impact play.
Professor H was in the first floor guest room. I’d hardly ever been in this room, but the last time I’d been here the room had been a bland bedroom. Now it was transformed. There were rubberised sheets on the bed and a length of rope dangled from a hook in the ceiling beam. I bit my lip. This looked a lot more serious than I had imagined.
Professor H clamped his hands behind his back. “Did Mrs H tell you what I expect of you?”
I nodded. “I’d love to be part of this.”
The way he grinned betrayed how nervous he’d been about this. He seemed utterly relieved by my answer. “I wouldn’t have expected anything else. Come here.”
I walked towards him, expecting him to tie me up. However, he gathered me into his arms and kissed me deeply. His tongue probed my mouth, his hands caressing my back. I could feel his erection between us and a moan escaped me.
With a chuckle he released me. “Don’t worry, my pet, you’ll get your reward as soon as we’re done.”
My cheeks flushed. The amazing orgasms from earlier had left me tired, but the thought of what lay ahead aroused me again. I looked at the length of rope.
Professor H followed my gaze. “Shall I tie you up?”
I nodded and he took my hand, positioning me right underneath the hook. Wrapping the rope around my hands, he began to tie expert knots around my wrists. Soon my hands and forearms were tied up. He pulled my hands over my head and pulled the rope taut. When I was standing on my tiptoes, he tied the rope off.
Taking a step back, he surveyed his handiwork. “That looks perfect. We need to agree on a safeword. These men are all familiar with BDSM and they will respect your safeword. I will be here at all times, so you are completely safe. Do you understand?”
My mouth was dry. “Yes. Can my safeword be ‘peaches’?”
He smiled. “Of course it can. I’ll make sure everyone is aware of that.”
My position was uncomfortable but not painful, which surprised me. The rope around my forearms was tight, but Professor H had made sure I had enough circulation in my arms. Standing on my tiptoes meant I couldn’t move around, but he’d left me enough rope that I wasn’t hanging by my hands. I was vulnerable and wouldn’t be able to squirm away from any spanking, and I loved it.
“Are you ready?”
I shook my head. “Can you blindfold me?”
His eyes widened in surprise. “Are you sure about that?”
“I am. I don’t want to see what’s coming.”
He cupped my chin and forced me to look at him. “Is it because you’re afraid what they will be using on you?”
I gave a short laugh. “Not at all. I like being kept in suspense. Not seeing what is going to happen will make it all the more exciting.”
I could see he wasn’t entirely convinced, but he nodded nevertheless. “I’ll be right back.”
A few minutes later he came back with a scarf in his hands. He stood in front of me, a searching look on his face. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes, I am. Please blindfold me.” I hadn’t meant to sound so snappy, but my firm tone seemed to convince him. Without further ado he tied the scarf around my eyes, making sure to keep my nose and mouth uncovered.
“Our guests will be here soon. Mrs H will bring them up.”
I was glad he wasn’t going to leave me here alone. I wasn’t worried about being tied up, but combined with the blindfold I was feeling more vulnerable than I cared to admit.
After what felt like a long time, during which neither Professor H or I spoke, the sound of voices came up the stairs. Then the door opened and I heard people enter the room.
“Fuck,” a deep male voice exclaimed, “she looks amazing.”
Professor H chuckled. “I knew you’d like this.”
Another man whistled. “Stunning. I wasn’t sure what you had in mind with your surprise, but this is delightful.”
“What can we use?” another man asked. “Paddles? Floggers?”
Mrs H laughed. “Nothing too extreme. Zoe has only done this once before. We’ll start easy and see how it goes.”
“The safeword is Peaches,” Professor H chimed in. “I’ll oversee the proceedings.”
“Good idea with Sean in the room,” the man with the deep voice said. “He can get carried away.”
“Hey!” Sean protested. “I can keep myself in check.”
None of the voices were familiar to me, which added a layer of danger and excitement to this. I wondered who they were. Not colleagues from the university, I guessed, otherwise Professor H wouldn’t have been so hesitant to blindfold me.
I was fed up with all the talking. My body was buzzing with arousal and I wanted them to get on with it.
“Are you just going to chat or will I finally get what I deserve?” A hush fell in the room. I wondered if they were looking at each other stunned or if they were annoyed that I had spoken up.
Then the man with the deep voice guffawed. “Well spoken, girl.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth or his hand connected with my ass. I cried out. Not because of the pain – the slap stung, but it was hardly painful – but because I hadn’t expected it. This was going to be more fun than I’d expected.
Now that the ice had been broken, the other men joined in with the fun. To my delight they didn’t limit themselves to spanking me. One man fondled my breasts as another spanked my ass again, this time using a lot more force. My cunt twitched delightfully each time his hand connected to the delicate flesh of my ass.
“Let me use this,” a man said.
A few moments later, I heard a flogger being swung in the air. The hairs on my neck stood on end. I’d never been flogged and for a brief moment, I worried about the pain. But then the leather strings connected with my upper thighs and I hissed in a breath. The pain was more stinging than the hands on my ass, but no less delicious. I moaned with delight as another swish hit my thighs.
“Spread her wide,” a voice commanded.
Two hands gripped my thighs and then I was lifted into the air, my legs spread wide. I didn’t have time to get over my surprise before the flogger hit the soft skin on the inside of my thighs, this time a bit gentler. I bit back a cry, but when the flogger connect again, I moaned loudly. My cunt was dripping with lust and knowing that all the men in the room could see this evidence of my arousal made me even hornier.
“Look at how much she loves this.” Professor H’s voice was scornful. “She’s such a little slut.”
His words hit all the right buttons and I whimpered. I didn’t care how pathetic I looked, I just loved how debased I felt.
“May I?” one of the men asked.
Professor H murmured his assent and then two thick fingers were thrust inside my cunt. I yelped with surprised as the man twisted his fingers inside me, rubbing his knuckles against my G-spot. I wriggled to try and get a better angle, but the men holding me up didn’t allow me any space. When the man withdrew his fingers, I groaned with frustration. I craved an orgasm so badly, but I knew I couldn’t ask for it.
“Let’s see how sensitive her pussy is, shall we?”
I shuddered with equal parts fear and excitement. Then the flogger hit my wet cunt and I cried out. It stung worse than the inside of my thighs, but at the same time, it ratcheted up my lust.
“Fuck!” I didn’t want to use my safeword, not yet, but my body was tense with arousal and I really wanted to be fucked. But it felt as if we’d only just begun, and I didn’t want to wuss out yet.
The flogger hit me again, and again I cried out. The next moment a soft, wet tongue slid over my abused labia, soothing the sting. Mrs H lapped at my cunt a few times before moving away again.
“Let her down. I think she’s ready for the paddle.”
I shivered and could barely stand on my tiptoes when the men lowered me to my feet. My head spun and my body shook, but I managed to stay upright.
When the paddle hit my ass, a deep groan erupted from my throat. Tension mounted in my body and my cunt twitched again. The man spanking me counted his strokes, which for some reason made me even more aroused.
I thought I’d have an orgasm then and there – just from the spanking. But just before I was sure I’d fall over the edge, I surprised myself by saying “Peaches”.
Immediately the paddling stopped and the rope was loosened. As I was lowered, my legs gave way and I slid to the ground.
Professor H loosened the blindfold and quickly unbound my arms. Rubbing my hands and wrists, he frowned at me. “Are you okay?”
“I need to be fucked.” My voice was hoarse. “I don’t care who does it.”
Professor H smiled and pulled me into his lap. His cock was erect and I shifted my hips to take him into my greedy hole. As he entered me, I moaned with relief.
His hands caressed my ass, soothing the burning flesh. He thrust slowly at first, but when I moved my hips to urge him faster, he grabbed my ass and rammed himself inside me. I had hardly taken notice of the men, but I saw them now: standing in a semi-circle around us, stroking their cocks. Mrs H was on her knees in front of one of them, her mouth clamped around his cock.
I hung onto Professor H’s broad shoulders as he fucked me hard. I relished the pain of my stinging flesh and I loved how these men, who I’d never met, had delighted in spanking me to such an extent that they were content to masturbate at the sight of Professor H pushing me to an orgasm.
It didn’t take long for my orgasm to rip through me. My cunt clamped around Professor H’s cock and shuddering, I slumped against his chest.
He caressed my back as he kept fucking me until he’d spent his load inside me. Then he gently lifted me and settled me on the bed. My hot flesh welcomed the cool sheets, but my respite wasn’t long, as one of the men took place between my legs.
“You didn’t think I just came for the spanking, did you?” It was the man with the deep voice. He was smaller than his voice suggested, and younger too. His dark eyes looked amused, but his cock was long and hard and he wasted no time entering me.
My heart soared. This was a much better arrangement than I’d expected. Would all four of them fuck me? Would they all fill me with their cum?
The man fucked me with long, slow strokes, hitting my G-spot with each thrust. My cunt, still sensitive from Professor H’s treatment, tightened around the hard cock, delighting in how deep this guy could go. Although my orgasm built fast, the man came quicker than I expected. He groaned as he, too, shot his load inside me, leaving me feeling frustrated.
He was replaced almost immediately by another man, who entered me roughly and rammed inside me furiously. He was panting hard as he rutted me like an animal. His large bulk pinned me down onto the bed, making it impossible for me to move. My legs ached from being spread so wide, but my cunt didn’t care as my orgasm continued to build. I was eager to be pushed over the edge, wanting to feel that sweet relief of my climax. Craving some clit stimulation, I tried to snake my hand down my body, but the guy had pinned me down. I groaned in frustration, but my body decided it didn’t need clitoral stimulation and I fell off the edge as my cunt tightened around the thick cock inside like a vice grip. The man swore and his thrusts became shallower until he pulled out of me, shooting his load onto my belly.
The man rolled off me, and I was left alone. Lifting myself onto my elbows, I saw that Mrs H was being fuck in her ass by one of the other men. The fourth man saw me looking over and he joined me on the bed.
“Still needy for more?”
I bit my lip. I felt amazing, but all my orgasms had been from penetration and I craved a good clitoral orgasm. But that was something I could do myself. I didn’t need a stranger for that.
I shook my head. “I think I’m fine.”
He laughed. “Grace asked me to use this on you.” He held up his hand and my eyes widened when I saw he was holding a bullet vibrator. “Do you know how to use it?”
She knew me so well. Warmth engulfed me and tears pricked my eyes. I was so fortunate that Professor and Mrs H had taken me in.
“Are you okay?” The guy looked at me with concern. “We don’t have to use it.”
I took a shaky breath. “I’m fine.” I lay back and spread my legs. “Turn it on to the highest setting and press it against my clit.”
The rumbling of the toy told me he’d done as I’d asked. The next moment he pressed the vibe to my clit, causing waves of intense pleasure to spread from my cunt throughout my body.
“Oh fuck, yes,” I moaned. “That’s it. Just keep it there.”
“That’s it?” The guy chuckled. “This will be easy.”
He left the vibrator in the same place, for which I was grateful. I didn’t want to play around, I wanted to get a quick, satisfying orgasm. It was mechanical, this, nothing sexy or romantic about it. Not that I was looking for romance. I just wanted to come.
When, minutes later, my orgasm tore through me, my legs clamped shut, trapping his hand between them. I panted with the impact of my climax, which was prolonged by the fact that I’d trapped the vibrator against my clit. The pleasure was bordering on pain, but I relished it. It was in keeping with everything else that had happened to me today.
As soon as my legs stopped spasming, I let them fall to either side of me and I pushed the vibe away. The man whistled. “That was quick and dirty. I like it.”
I smiled weakly. As the man moved away, I shivered. I was suddenly cold and tired.
Mrs H joined me on the bed and cradled me. “That was intense. Are you okay?”
“I think so,” I mumbled. “Just tired.”
“Professor H will see everyone out, baby, you can go to sleep.”
As she pulled a light blanket over me, I cuddled up to her and closed my eyes.
***
The next day my limbs were sore. I checked in with Jody and Alice who were shocked when I told them what I’d been up to after they’d left. But, as good friends, they were happy for me, even though they expressed concern for my well-being. They didn’t need to be worried, Professor and Mrs H took good care of me. They brought me breakfast in bed and treated me like a little princess all day. I loved their attention.
My pussy was sore and my ass stung so much I could barely sit down. It was a lovely reminder of what had happened, and I told Professor H I would definitely be up for doing it again. After I’d completely recovered.
The next few days I stayed by the pool, soaking my sore limbs in the water, floating in the sun until my skin pruned. Mrs H stayed by my side, but stopped asking if I was okay after I snapped at her the second day. I loved being coddled, but I didn’t like being treated like a child.
A few days of rest was all I needed to be back to my horny self. Not that I’d stopped being horny, but I’d been too sore and tired for sex. My bullet vibrator had been my companion for those days.
Unfortunately, when I came downstairs on the fourth day, ready to have raunchy morning sex, the house was empty. A note on the fridge told me that the Hendersons had gone into town for errands. I went out onto the deck, feeling a bit sorry for myself. There were only a few more days until the end of summer. I hated the thought of things going back to normal. This summer had been epic, and I really didn’t want it to end.
When the Hendersons still hadn’t come home after lunchtime, I started to get annoyed, which I knew was unreasonable. They didn’t know how horny I was, and they likely thought they were doing me a favour by giving me some space.
The sun and the water had made me tired, so I went inside for a nap. The coolness of the house made me feel better and I lay down on my bed, my limbs spread out so I could cool off. I loved the fact that I had no tan lines, thanks to my perpetual state of nakedness. I caressed my skin, relishing in how smooth and soft I felt. I was healthier than I’d been in years.
With a smile on my face I drifted off.
When I floated towards consciousness again, I became aware of whispered voices.
“Just turn her around and spread her legs. Look how wet she is, she’s totally ready for this.” It was Mrs H.
I wasn’t fully awake yet, so I didn’t struggle when Professor H turned me onto my back. My eyes refused to open and my limbs were still heavy from sleep. I decided not to fight my way to full consciousness just yet.
“Fuck, it’s so lovely to have her here.” Professor H growled. “Always wet and willing.”
“I’m going to put the groceries away,” Mrs H said. “Have fun.”
Professor H pushed my legs open and took place between them. With a quick shove, he entered me. I was still drifting in that place between sleep and consciousness, but my body reacted on its own. My cunt flooded as Professor H pumped in and out of me.
“Good girl,” Professor H whispered. “Always ready to be taken, aren’t you? You’re such a good slut, we trained you very well, didn’t we?”
The only sound I could produce was a whimpered moan.
“Your pussy belongs to me now, Zoe. I can even fuck you when you’re asleep. Just remember that, baby girl. I’ll take you anytime and any place I want. You’re mine to do with as I please.”
I wasn’t sure if he knew I could hear him, but it was hot to imagine him thinking I was still asleep. His words drove me wild. This was exactly what I wanted. I craved to be his slut, to have my holes available to him at all times. I didn’t ever want that to end, no matter how depraved I would become.
“Good girl, you’re so wet and tight. You being fucked by me, don’t you?” He leaned forward, his mouth close to my ear. “I am going to fuck you everywhere, you little whore. You better be available to me whenever I need a warm hole to stuff my cock in. Especially when we go back to uni. Don’t think that just because summer is over you can stop being my little whore.”
My body shuddered as my orgasm hit me unexpectedly. I moaned and thrashed on the bed, but he kept me down and fucked me until he, too, was spent. Then he rolled off me, kissed me on my forehead and left the room.
I lay in bed, unable to move. His words had unleashed an even deeper level of depravity in me. I had known I was his before he’d spoken the words, but knowing that he, too, felt that way was hotter than I ever could have imagined.
When I came downstairs an hour later, Professor H was cooking in the kitchen. He smiled at me when he saw me. “Did you have a good nap?”
I searched his face for any indication of whether he knew I’d been half-awake when he’d fucked me, but I saw nothing that gave it away.
“It was lovely. Did you by any chance fuck me while I was asleep?”
He grinned. “I couldn’t help it, baby, you were so sexy. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I shook my head. “I feel amazing. Thank you. Next time wake me up, though. I like to be awake for that.”
“Will do. Why don’t you set the table? Dinner is almost ready.”
I shouldn’t have been surprised at his audacity. I wasn’t shocked he thought he’d fucked me while I was asleep – I’d given him express permission to do so – but I was a little dismayed that he hadn’t intended for me to hear his words. Had he just spoken them in the heat of the moment? Or did he really mean them?
I didn’t get a chance to ask him during dinner. I wasn’t sure how to bring it up without making it look like I’d only pretended to be asleep while he’d fucked me. I’d been too tired and out of it to be coherent, but how did I explain that? So I didn’t bring it up. Knowing Professor H, if he really did mean those words, he’d put them into action soon enough. And it was kind of fun to wait and find out either way.
After dinner, we retired to the garden with a bottle of white wine. I lay back on the lounger and looked at the stars. I loved how peaceful it was here, a real refuge from the big bad world out there.
“So,” Mrs H said in a business-like voice. “We need to talk about term time.”
My heart quailed. I prayed fervently that they wouldn’t kick me out.
I tried to keep my voice neutral as I propped myself up on my elbow. “Yes, that’s a good idea.”
“What do you think, Zoe?” Mrs H sat up and looked at me. “Are you ready to move out?”
My heart sank. “I…eh…” I cleared my throat and decided to be honest. “I don’t want to move out, but I can understand it if you two need your space again.”
Mrs H grimaced. “I don’t need any space.”
“Neither do I,” Professor H said. “We’d like you to stay.”
My heart soared. “Do you mean that?”
“Of course, baby. We love having you here.”
I squealed and hugged Mrs H. “Thank you so much!”
After hugging her, I jumped on Professor H’s lap and nuzzled his neck. “You two are the best.”
He pulled me closer into a big hug. “You’re my little slut, baby.” His voice was low and my skin tingled. “I need to keep you close so I can fuck you whenever I want.”
“I’d love that.” I trailed my tongue along his strong jawline. “My holes are always available to you.”
His cock stirred at my words. “Do you mean it?”
I pulled back so I could look at him. “Every word. I’m your cum slut and as long as I live here, I’ll be yours to use.”
Mrs H, catching what I was saying, clapped her hands with glee. “We could not have asked for a better housemate. We love you, Zoe.”
I shifted my hips on Professor H’s lap, positioning his cock at my entrance. Spreading my legs I lowered myself on his erection, savouring the feeling of him filling me up.
He groaned. “Fuck, you’re just perfect.”
“Isn’t she?” Mrs H joined us on the lounger. Her hand cupped my ass. “I can’t wait to see where we go next with her.”
Professor H leaned back as I started riding him. He grabbed my breasts and tweaked my nipples. As Mrs H casually slipped a finger into my tight butt hole, I closed my eyes and let pleasure wash over me.
I was truly the luckiest girl alive.