This is the second part of a series of stories about a Dom testing his sub. You can read the first part here.
I lay on the bed, clad in only sheer stockings. I shivered, but not from cold. I could hear voices on the other side of the door, Sir’s voice easily recognisable. Tonight was the first part of the experiment and I was excited. Nervous as well. Since starting my relationship with Sir, I’d never been sexually intimate with anyone other than him.
I took a deep breath. Sir had shown me so many ways to get an orgasm, it was quite easy for me to come nowadays. Orgasm denial always took my very best effort, and even then I didn’t always manage to hold off. And that was just with Sir. How would I be able to resist the pleasure of multiple people?
And then there was the matter of the women. Sir knew it was my fantasy to be satisfied by a woman. I never realised I was bisexual until Sir unlocked my fantasies and arousal. But he had never let me be with a woman. Until tonight. Tonight I had to endure pleasure from men and women – and manage not to have an orgasm until Sir finished me off. The more I writhed on the bed in anticipation, my sex soaked with my desire, the more I doubted I could last. But I would. I set my mouth in a firm line. I would make Sir proud of me.
The door opened and I stiffened. I lifted my head to see Sir approach the bed.
He smiled and stroked my cheek. “Are you ready, my pet?”
I nodded mutely, but he frowned. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I’m ready.” My voice was barely louder than a whisper, but it was enough.
“Tonight I am going easy on you,” Sir said. “Rather than having to endure them one after the other, they will all come in at once and attempt to make you come. Anal play will be excluded, and so will oral. You performing oral, that is. The guests are welcome to feast on your cunt.”
I flushed with desire at his words. I knew Sir would keep me safe and I only needed to enjoy myself.
“I will bring them in now,” Sir said.
He didn’t wait for an answer but retreated to the door. A few seconds later they came in. Two men and two women. They wore masks like out of Eyes Wide Shut and I resisted the urge to giggle. There was nothing funny about them though. The men were well-hung, cocks already half-erect. The women walked with a confidence that made me jealous. I felt I should know them. I didn’t think Sir would leave me in the hands of strangers, but I didn’t try to identify them. It didn’t matter who they were. All that mattered was what they would do to me. How they would try to make me come and how hard I’d have to resist.
They approached the bed. The men stood on either side of me, looking down on me and stroking their cocks. One of the women crawled onto the bed between my legs. She pushed my legs further apart and settled between them. Her hot breath grazed my cunt and I nearly whimpered. My body was aching with need, but the woman took her time. I was so focused on her that I didn’t pay attention to the other woman. When she took my nipple in her mouth and sucked it hard, I gasped. Shots of pleasure travelled from my nipple to my clit and I squirmed on the bed.
The woman between my legs held me still. She bent her head and started licking me. Soft, gentle laps of my vulva and clit at first. I wanted to press my cunt hard against her mouth but resisted the urge. I couldn’t come, so I needed to take it as slowly as she wanted.
Gradually she increased the pressure of her tongue on my cunt. The pleasure started building up, my body glowing with heat. The other woman laved on my breasts, kneading them, teasing the nipples into hard peaks. I could feel myself get close. Just as I thought I wouldn’t be able to stand it anymore, she moved away. I emitted a sigh of relief, but the break was a short one. The woman was replaced with one of the men. His cock was hard and thick. He had already sheathed himself and didn’t waste any time sinking into me.
I couldn’t help it, I moaned with delight. He stretched me deliciously, like one of the bigger dildos Sir liked to fuck me with. He started slowly as if to make sure I could handle him. I wanted to press my hips against him, urging him to speed up, but I settled on wriggling my hips instead. A smile curved his lips. I wasn’t sure whether Sir instructed them not to speak, but he seemed on the cusp of saying something before he changed his mind. Instead, he grabbed my hips and slammed into me. I cried out at the sudden wave of pleasure crashing over me.
One of the women slid her hand between me and the man and rubbed my clit. Sir had not been joking: between the four of them, the guests tried their hardest to make me come. The first man put in a valiant effort and I had to use all my willpower to hold off my orgasm. Once he was spent, the second man flipped me over and entered me from behind.
I nearly lost it then. Doggy-style has always been my favourite position, as I love deep penetration. Combined with the hands of the women on my breasts, my legs, my clit, I was sobbing with the need to come by the time the second man had shot his load into his condom. The man withdrew. I could hardly move. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for relief.
And then Sir was there. He covered my body with his, his lips on mine, his hands caressing my skin. He kissed his way down my stomach towards the apex of my thighs.
“Are you ready to come?” he asked.
“Yes, oh yes,” I whimpered. “Please, Sir…”
He groaned softly. “I love it when you beg.”
He lowered his head and fastened his mouth to my swollen and used cunt. Now that I had permission to come, I let go of my self-control. Sir knew exactly how to coax me to an orgasm, but today I didn’t need much coaxing. He flicked my clit with his tongue and I unravelled. Pure white ecstasy shot through me, radiating out from every pore until I was nothing but blinding light, floating in space, no longer connected to my body. An unearthly howl escaped my lips as I arched my back and locked my legs around Sir’s head.
“There you go,” Sir whispered as he gently brought me back to earth. He stretched himself next to me and rocked me gently in his arms. “Good girl, you did really well.”
My breathing was ragged and aftershocks of pleasure still reverberated throughout my body. I couldn’t speak, but Sir didn’t need me to. He stroked my back, whispering sweet nothings in my ear until my breathing had calmed down.
“I think that experiment went very well, don’t you?” He kissed my nose. “Next time with a bigger group?”
I giggled, feeling lighter than I had in months. “Maybe a little bit bigger,” I said. I felt like I could do anything.
“But first sleep,” Sir commanded as he slipped from my side. He tucked the blankets in around me. “I need to see the guests out.”
Such was the state of me that I didn’t even feel embarrassed that all the guests had heard me come. After what they had done to me, they had deserved that.
I felt cocooned in warmth and happiness. It had indeed been a great experiment.
I wrote this post for both Masturbation Monday and January Jumpstart, so click on the badges below to see the other entries for those memes.
It’s the roaring twenties.
Desperate to escape the stifling confines of her life with her aunt and uncle in New York, Jane Travers arrives at her friend Rachel’s country home determined to enjoy a summer full of fun and excitement. Rachel has promised her risqué parties, but what awaits Jane is beyond her wildest dreams. Guided by her old flame, Sidney Fitzroy, and the sensual singer Lillian Smith, Jane enthusiastically embarks on a journey of sexual self-discovery.
With Sidney and Lillian both satisfying her deepest desires, Jane sheds her restrictive upbringing and embraces her newfound freedom. As her feelings for both Lillian and Sidney intensify, Jane faces an impossible choice: a stable future with Sidney or a lifetime of excitement with Lillian.
But how can she choose when her heart belongs to both of them?