Exercise Caution with Your Imaginings (Chapter 5)
As I pulled up to our home, my mind raced with the prospect of what was to come. I pondered my husband (and Master) and what he planned to do with Liz, but my focus shifted the closer I got to Jerome and Naomi's abode. I reckoned Jerome was about to screw my ass, and while I could manage the sizable dildo, I couldn't be fully certain about him. Despite my flexing anticipation and arousal, it was near unbearable by the time I parked outside their residence. A car that I hadn't seen previously was in their driveway, raising my question as to whether someone else would be privy to our adventure. I exhaled deeply, left the car, and strolled towards the front door.
Clinging to the door was a note, scrawled with a finely rounded script. I presumed it was penned by Naomi. The words were direct and concise.
"Welcome home, whore. Head to the side door of the garage. It'll be unlocked. Peel off your clothes until you're naked. Wear the dog collar that will be waiting for you. Then crawl to us in the living room."
I mulled over my red collar with no loops notion I had pledged and speculated if it had arrived to them. I swiveled away from the garage and confronted the side entrance. The lamp flickered to life as the door opened. An ordinary garage met my gaze. Upon closer inspection, I discerned a leather collar and chain leash positioned on the nearest vehicle. Breathe deeply, unzip my dress, remove the plug, and connect the collar. An inexplicable wave of submissiveness saturated my every inch. I stepped inside, edged the door shut, and fell to my knees. I recognized voices in the living room. Perhaps they presumed I would be their domestic maidiness until their sojourn terminated and Jerome and Naomi had their turn with me. However, as I neared the living room, I realized two pairs of individuals were seated at the dining table. Many breasts and thighs were exposed; Jerome and Naomi, unlike their clothing counterparts, flaunted their nakedness. The other lady was radiantly attractive, and her partner was quite formidable. They appeared to be dressed to effortlessly fulfill their carnal desires.
"Beth," evaluated Jerome, "what a pleasant welcome back to being our play thing."
I was delighted but unprepared for the provided circumstances. Supposing the plan involved me fulfilling the role of maid, perhaps Naomi requested her friend to wipe or lick her vulva whilst I attended, yet instead instructed me to climb atop the table. Naomi, Jerome, the man, and the woman continued their conversation as if I didn't exist. But when her friend retreated to the restroom, Jerome shifted towards me, and my speculation shifted towards whether they would bind me to the table to be railed. Instead, I perceived them continuing their card game.
Little by little, I understood they indulged in a version of Euchre. The couples played as teams, devoid of sexual instigation, apart from having to surpass a fully bared pastime mate. I surmised they would undertake command over me, but all four of them would govern me. [
After around 15 minutes of flaunting my sex appeal to them, Naomi stood up and went to the kitchen. The chit-chat ceased as I think they knew what was about to happen. Upon returning, she was holding a curved toy that seemed like a thick, egg-shaped vibrator. She pressed a button and it came to life. It made a powerful sound. My lips glistened with anticipation. She then fiddled with her phone. I assumed she just snapped a picture of my drenched pussy. After a few more taps on her phone, she announced that we were ready. She then licked the vibe and pushed it into my pussy. It was large enough to satisfy me and had a top part that curved up towards my clit. Only my husband had witnessed what happens to me when a vibrator hits my clit nub. I had a feeling everyone would soon experience it. Soon after the vibe was inserted deeply into my aching slit, it turned on, albeit very slowly. My hips twitched a little from the surprise. It was the first time I had something in both my holes and the vibration from the vibe transferred to the plug in my ass. Even though it was on a low setting, it felt fantastic.
"Who did you send the link to?" the woman inquired. Naomi replied, "Who knows? It was an anonymous post seeking volunteers."
I failed to comprehend what she was on about. But as the intensity of the vibe increased, understanding it wasn't imperative. Cumming speedily without consent would've been a much larger issue. Thankfully, Jerome whispered to me that I had permission to cum all night. I moaned in joy. But then, it slowed down again. I attempted to glance around, hoping to see who was manipulating the vibrator, but everyone seemed intent on continuing with their game.
Someone controlling the vibrator had a tendency to speed it up, but only for a few seconds before slowing it down. Then, he'd shift the speed up and down within a limited range. This kept me craving more, but never receiving enough stimulation to cum. The second couple would intermittently play with my nipples, but not if they could hear the vibrator when it was set to high. As always, I found myself driven animalistically with desire and my vocalizations disturbed the game. Had they merely helped me orgasm, I would've been quieter. Then the doorbell chimed. Surprisingly, I was spared from answering it. Apparently, they didn't want to subject me to indecency. Instead, Naomi answered the door. Her gauzy robe hardly provided better coverage than if I were naked. Naomi "apologized" that they didn't have any cash for a tip. However, if he suggested a blow job instead, their toy would be more than pleased to oblige. It sounded like the plot of an adult film, and I'm sure they had some cash, but I was convinced they merely wanted to get a reaction from me. The guy seemed quite hesitant, understandably. But when Jerome whisked me off the table and into the bedroom, I realized the offer was genuine, regardless of his hesitance.
"Take him to the guest room," Jerome instructed (or commanded) me. "We'll proceed with the game."
"Come with me," I requested as I headed toward the hallway.
"Why are you walking like a slut?" Naomi hissed. I realized my mistake of walking in such a manner and lowered myself to my knees. I wondered if I had inadvertently earned a punishment. I began to crawl toward the bedroom, but the vibe roared to life on full blast and thrust me to the floor in a fetal position. This powerful orgasm violently swept through me once more. If I had any remorse, I'd have wondered what the delivery person thought, but I did not. The endorphin rush was incredible, although it disrupted the driver's tip for a few moments. But there was another obstacle in my path.
Finally in the safety of the guest bedroom and with the vibe toned down to a 'purr,' I got on my knees and reached for his belt. He stepped back away from me. "What's wrong?" I inquired, trying to entice him to comply. "I'm willing to perform this sexual act," I said, hoping he'd interpret this as him simply pleasuring himself. "And she doesn't need to know," I added, just in case he was worried about 'tempting' his girlfriend.
Clearly, he was terrified due to his age. He disclosed he was 19 years old. "Are you a virgin?" I questioned, assuming he might be reluctant to unleash his beast.
"No, it's not that," he clarified. "I'm in a relationship, but she doesn't indulge. Moreover, she would never permit such acts. I value her feeling secure in our relationship and wouldn't want to cheat on her."
"You don't need to fuck me unless you wish to," I reassured him with the hope that he'd whip out his loins. "You'll not violate her trust and can keep this a secret to yourself," I added, hoping my suggestion would entice him to oblige.
He was still hesitant, so I persuaded him to lie down on the bed. I noticed his hesitation before he eventually followed my instructions. I didn't immediately grab his pants; instead, I leaned over him and pushed my left nipple towards his mouth. "Does she do this?" I teased. It seemed impossible for any man to resist sucking a firm nipple, and he couldn't resist it either. I allowed him to suckle my nipple for about a minute to ensure he stayed focused on the task at hand. Then, I reached down to his crotch. It came as no surprise that his erection was somewhat hard in his pants. I positioned my left hand behind his head to keep him in place while I used my right hand to undo his belt, unbutton his pants, and zip them down. Grabbing his cock through his underwear, I began stroking it rhythmically to achieve full hardness.
As he became rock hard, I could tell his concerns about his girlfriends would soon dissipate. They did. He also knew that his friends wouldn't believe the story of him receiving a blow job for a tip. When I eventually pulled down his underwear enough to pull out his erect penis, I asked if he wanted to take a picture. He declined, which was the wisest decision he made that night.
Considering his girlfriend didn't want to give him a blowjob (it's unclear if this was his first encounter with a blowjob), I figured he wouldn't last long. And he didn't. Nevertheless, he provided me with a substantial load and a unique flavor. Probably due to his diet being different from what I was accustomed to. After he ejaculated, he promptly dressed and left the room. I expected to be ordered to return to the table. The vibrator was still buzzing, although the high-speed blasts were now less frequent. While the vibrator had previously driven me crazy, it didn't have the same effect considering I had already climaxed.
The card game appeared to have concluded, and the party shifted to the living room. The table in front of the couch had been moved aside. An anti-fatigue mat had been placed on the floor. I speculated that I might be on my knees for a while throughout the night. Naomi and the unknown woman had removed their lingerie and sat on the couch. Jerome and the unknown man had shed their boxers. The unknown man appeared well-endowed, comparable to Jerome. I licked my lips eagerly. I yearned to crawl up to guy number two and start performing oral sex on him. Yet, I knew I needed to start with Naomi first. So, I crawled between her legs.
The unknown woman commented, "She's incredibly skilled."
Naomi responded, "We haven't practiced with her that much. She's a natural. Her husband has been training her for the last few weeks."
The fact that they spoke about me while ignoring me aroused me even further. I dove into Naomi's pussy with increased passion, hoping to rapidly bring her to orgasm. Just like our previous encounter, Naomi's pussy was already very wet. As with last time, she held my head tightly against her folds as I licked her clit and later inserted two fingers into her pussy.
It seemed that the other woman masturbated while sitting next to us, observing. However, I refrained from lifting my head to see her. I anticipated tasting her too, so I kept my head buried between Naomi's legs. Additionally, I assumed I wouldn't receive intercourse until I satisfied both women. Thus, if she chose to aid in the process by masturbating, that suited me just fine. Naomi obviously wanted me to work on her alone. I loved the taste of her pussy and enjoyed the way she rocked her hips against my face as her arousal escalated. I tried to curve my fingers to stimulate her g-spot, but I needed to learn this technique and request guidance. Despite my inability to the stimulate her g-spot, a typical orgasm from Naomi elicited cheers from the audience. I felt a sense of pride in satisfying her.
Naomi let go of my head and I moved to sit in front of the other woman. It felt odd not having been introduced to her yet. When I first had sex with Jerome, not knowing her name was part of the fun, but now that I'd been with this couple for over an hour, it seemed strange. Still, I didn't mind and happily began to serve her as well. I even wiggled my ass to try to entice Jerome and his friend to do something, like spank me or finger me. However, they chose to just record the action until the mystery woman came. She patted my head like I was a dog, which didn't sit well with me. Instead, I focused on what was to come next.
If Jerome and his friend had stood on either side of me, I wouldn't have been surprised. I was sure they would either share me, or maybe both of us would get spit-roasted. What I didn't expect was the two women leaving the room. Then Jerome ordered me to stand in front the camera and rub my pussy. He made me confess I was a submissive slut and their toy, much like with my Master. The women returned a few minutes later, both wearing strap-ons. It didn't surprise me, as Naomi had told me before she wanted to fuck me. So there we were.
Naomi was now acting as the video director, instructing me to move back to my kneeling position facing out into the living room. She positioned the boys for the camera angles she wanted. Then I was directed to give a double blow job to the strap-ons. I knew this was for the camera, as I was already wet enough for them to fuck me. These strap-ons were large and black, as expected, but thankfully they weren't as large as Jerome and his friend's cocks. After Naomi was satisfied with the footage, I was ordered to get on my hands and knees.
The new woman stood near my head, and Naomi moved behind me.
"You know what to do slut," Naomi said, smacking my ass. I had a good guess what she meant. I rocked back so she could enter me, and immediately started sucking on the other woman's cock. My first spit-roast had begun.
Although Naomi's strap-on wasn't the biggest thing I'd ever had in my pussy, Naomi's husband held that title, it was the biggest I'd had when plugged. The plug pressed the membrane between my vagina and ass, tightening both. Naomi took it easy on me, perhaps for the sake of the camera. Eventually, she started fucking me harder, but she never built up a steady rhythm. It was like she was teasing me. Then she instructed Jerome to grab the lube. I would have smiled, but my mouth was filled with fake cock. When he returned, Naomi slapped my ass and pulled out. I was now told to stand.
"Face the camera and tell the world you want your ass fucked by four superior blacks," Naomi said. "Then you can pull out the plug and hold it up to the camera as well," she added.
It was humiliating and exciting to announce my submission and describe myself as a toy. I exposed my butt cheeks and stretched them apart, now noticeably gaping from the large plug. Naomi was planning to leave the plug in, which I was happy about, but when I watched the video later, it didn't look as classy as I'd hoped.
I assumed they would now take turns fucking my rear end on the couch. That wasn't Naomi's plan. Instead, she took the lube and greased up her strap-on. She then sat down on the couch, pointing to it. "Mount on me in reverse cowgirl," she instructed. Two cameras, one for a wide shot and the other zoomed in to see the dildo going into my brown hole, captured our proceedings. When I sat on Naomi's cock, even though I'd prepared with Robert, it still felt massive. But it went it with ease. The other woman then positioned her strap-on at my dripping pussy.
Naomi barely moved, letting her friend take charge of the fucking while I was kept on a steady rhythm of Naomi's cock pressing against mine and then being pulled out to make way for the friend's thrusts. The sensations of having my pussy and ass rubbed against one another were even better, thanks to the strap-ons, and I fantasized about experiencing this with real cocks. Paraphrase
I was a bit taken aback when Jerome and his friend let Naomi take charge of the situation for so long. It seemed like they'd want their turns eventually. Or even multiple turns. But the women seemed committed to bringing me to the brink of screaming orgasm. And they succeeded. It hit me hard and fast, completely unexpectedly. The intense pleasure they were providing me with was so overwhelming that despite my body trying to shield my mind from the enjoyment, it couldn't hold out forever and when my body gave its approval, I was sent over the edge. The other woman held her cock inside me as my body convulsed through my climax. She then withdrew, and Naomi instructed me to stand up. I was beaming with joy, thinking it was Jerome's turn next. However, my hopes were dashed.
Instead, I found myself kneeling in front of the couch, facing it. I'd convinced myself that this position would come sooner, but it turned out to be Naomi who was fucking my ass this time. Thankfully, I could rub my pussy with one hand while using the other to steady myself against the back of the couch. She was going at it full steam this time, seemingly intent on shredding my back door. My mind was racing. The other woman wandered over to the couch and offered her cock for cleaning. I'd grown fond of the taste of my own pussy, so this was no problem at all. It also helped keep my moans and screams at bay as the dildo gag was off, and I couldn't risk the neighbors hearing me.
My husband has a way with my ass - not necessarily gentle, but not cruel either. Naomi's approach was different - she appeared to care not for my comfort, or even my pleasure. I would have preferred a gradual buildup. But Naomi didn't hold back, going straight for it from the moment she entered me. My fingers sliding over my clit helped me adjust to the experience. I hankered for her curved dildo, but such desires are not permitted in a situation like this. I was simply expected to be a receptacle for her to fuck. I knew she wasn't experiencing much beyond the harness pressing against her crotch with her thrusts, and I pondered whether I'd have to eat her out after she finished. It's strange what thoughts enter your mind when two women are using you in such a way.
I didn't cum before she finally stopped, and she removed herself. I was close, but whenever I felt like I might push myself over the edge, I thought of Jerome and his friend, or even their wives, and how they might react to the scene before me. It was a bit frustrating, but I knew my night was far from over.
The other woman removed her cock from my mouth and strolled toward the other side of the couch. I was anticipating one of the guys, but they had assured me that all four of them would be fucking my ass. So, I assumed it was her turn. She was slightly gentler than Naomi, which I'm sure was helpful given that I still had the guys to deal with. In return, Naomi didn't make me suck her dildo. She took it off and climbed up on the couch, mounting me and feeding me her pussy. That was better than sucking a cock that had been up my ass.
I'm sure Naomi's friend was observing my reactions to my oral services on her pussy. As Naomi grew more aroused, she fucked me with increasing intensity. She delivered a few tame spanks, but they were more like caresses than genuine spanks. I would have preferred something more stern, but at least she took the time to rub my clit. This was a major help in improving my mood and even Naomi noted that "I was doing better now."
The friend varied her thrusts and her teasing of my pussy to bring me gradually to the brink of cumming, rather than causing me to climax instantly. She likely did this to ensure Naomi also achieved her pleasure. Perhaps the woman wasn't aware that I'd promised to satisfy Naomi whenever she wanted. Irrespective, I adored what she was doing to me and what I was doing to Naomi. My only concern was that the boys were being left out. The fear flashed through my mind that I might be dismissed without having sex with them. However, it seemed unlikely.
The lady was currently rubbing my clit with more intensity, while Naomi was leaking more juice onto my tongue. I was doing everything I could to not climax before her. Even if I did, I wouldn't stop licking her until she gave me the signal. Thankfully, I didn't have to make that call since Naomi emitted a guttural howl. She didn't drench me as she did during my baptism, but I did get a small squirt of her secretion, which ignited my own orgasm. The woman fucking me gave the impression she was content with both of us reaching satisfaction and was now finished. I was happy Naomi moved away from the couch after experiencing her climax. Not because I didn't like giving her oral, but because I wished Jerome would take me. The only question I was considering was how they planned to achieve it.
Jerome told me to rise up while the men shifted the cameras. The ladies then took charge of them while I knelt to blow both guys until they were fully hard. When they were ready, I was told to stand once more and place my arms around Jerome's neck. It was a tall order given the size disparity between us. The other man took hold of my hips and dragged me backwards, bending me forward as far as feasible. He then placed one hand around my pelvis and positioned his rod behind my vaginal entrance. It seemed as if he intended to start there. Despite his pleasurable entry, it wasn't painful thanks to my own lubrication.
I gazed into Jerome's eyes as he loomed in front of me, witnessing eyes that relayed, "We're going to fuck you." His words spoke of pride not hostility. The new man fucked me for a few minutes. His fingering caused my climax to build, but he ended that. I couldn't discern how much lubricant he'd applied to his prick. I knew he didn't apply any directly to my anus. He then seized my buttocks and pried them apart. Finally, I felt a gigantic member knocking on my back door. Determined to accept him, I relaxed.
Jerome smiled at me. "Just relax. You're ready."
Although I'd had sex with a toy in my rear end, it wasn't the same. Jerome was correct. I was ready. I clenched my teeth as I had to stretch further to make space for him when compared to the female penetration. But then he slipped in. I let out a sigh of relief. "Go to town Ricky," Jerome shouted. Now I had a moniker to match the gigantic organ. I liked this.
Ricky was not discreet in his technique. He merely screwed. It might have been the standing position. I couldn't recall being screwed while standing previously. Jerome reached down and held his own member, rubbing it across my vaginal lips. That felt amazing and I begged him to insert it. He calmly replied, "Not yet slut. But soon."
Apparently, they had debated their plan for me. Ricky kept screwing me for a few minutes, and then I heard a clap. Ricky and Jerome had just high-fived each other. Ricky pulled his member out, Jerome stood me up, and then the pair swapped spots. Ricky's organ appeared furious as it came into view. I reached up to hold around his neck, but he grabbed the back of my neck and bent my head closer to his dick. I was bent forward at the waist with his rod in my mouth when Jerome inserted his scrotum into my rectum. It was unlike my first time with Aithne who'd claimed anal was better than vaginal, and I'd doubted her. Having my rear entrance given to my husband was marvelous, but Jerome and Ricky were destroying it for him. I thought back to Aithne promising me anal sex was better than regular sex and I didn't believe her. Jerome taking my anus handled his claim valid. I think I climaxed on Jerome's 10th push. Ricky was a gentleman and didn't release in my mouth. It matched their plan as well.
Jerome and Ricky retracted their phalluses. Naomi ordered me to crawl to the additional bedchamber. I'd overlooked the swing until I got there. I waited patiently until all four of my pals arrived in the room and I was instructed to enter the swing. Naomi made some modifications to the stirrups that would hold my ankles so they'd be broader. My legs were spread, my vaginal region was moist, and my anus was still agape. The group was in charge of what to do with me, and I was in no position to protest.
A mystery woman initiated the action first, and I was still unsure of her ID at that time. She went ahead and resumed fucking my pussy with her strap-on, deepening the aroused state shown by my vocal moans. After some time, she inquired if I wished to have her strap-on up my ass again. I could only nod due to my excitement and she proceeded to do so. Her strap-on was covered in some residue from the men as well as my juices, and it worked well for the task at hand. While she was riding me, she stimulated my clit and nipples too. A flurry of orgasms visited me again.
Naomi was the next in line. She paid careful attention to lube me up before pushing her strap-on into my ass. While drilling my ass, the other woman handled my nipples and tickled my clit. I theorized that she was working towards making me cum to arouse the men around. I signaled to the men to come nearer on the side of the swing as I used both hands to stroke their cocks. Jerome hardened swiftly, while Ricky took a bit longer, so it didn't really matter. Naomi brought me to two more orgasms, with the first one forcing me to struggle not to fall off the swing. She seemingly didn't think it was dangerous, continuing to thrust without breaking stride.
I anticipated Jerome to go next, but it was actually Ricky. Jerome granted me a vigorous fucking, resulting in a non-ejaculatory orgasm. He pulled out before releasing any load, confusing me. I was blind to his habitual ability to produce multiple loads, which would have been a perfect closure for the night. Therefore, Ricky took my turn on the swing. I could not achieve an orgasm with someone else's spunk still inside me; thus, I did not climax on Ricky's cock and only dealt with a hard-riding. Thankfully, just like before, he also did not climax. They each had one more swing. In total, eight people entered my ass, with a couple getting lucky with my pussy while I was dangling carelessly.
After Ricky's second round, still sans climax, I witnessed Naomi stroking Jerome's cock. I assumed that he was looking for a facial finish. However, as Ricky was being stimulated, his wife did the same on his cock, synchronizing the timing. I was perplexed by their plot. Their strap-ons were inevitably uncomfortably warm when I entered, indicating that the men were ready to cum at any moment. The women acted quickly to commence the ejaculation show and delayed climaxes to maximize the effect.
They left me alone for a few minutes and handjobs were administered until the men were on the brink of climaxing. Ricky was the first to exclaim that he was ready to cum and mounted my ass, not minding the aftershocks of Naomi's frantic thrusting. With barely any opposition, he rammed his cock right to his comfort thresholds. He then unloaded an enormous pool of cum, unthinkably filling my ass with it. When he completed his ejaculation, he withdrew from me. Jerome moved next, seemingly ready at will. He put only about half of his impressive cock into me, focused on the target for a big ejaculation. He also polished himself off, and visibly reached orgasm inside of me.
In that moment, I was startled to witness Naomi brandish my plug, which solidly remained where the cum pooled. She announced that it was a "little present for your husband" as she slid it into position in my anus, pinching our cum inside for safekeeping. They inquired if I wanted a final climax, but I begged off, explaining that I was preoccupied with wondering what was happening between Robert and Liz while I was away, even after seeing Robert's car still in the driveway upon entering. Liz, presumably, was also kept from ejaculating, since they both were delaying themselves. Naomi assisted me in getting my dress back on, peeled off my collar, and also kissed me passionately, noting my excellence. Becoming both elated and perplexed, I soon left the party.
In the car, my mind drifted back to Robert and Liz, now replaced by Jerome, Naomi, Ricky, Shandra, and the delivery man as I drove home. My thoughts then oscillated between them and my domestic life. My anxiety about my husband's misadventures grew more profound once I saw that Liz's car was still in my yard. Although I knew he would have a better time with those other women, the cum-filled plug made me wonder about the status of my marriage. As I enjoyed my vacation from my emotional troubles, my initial thoughts about getting home—enjoying a clear heart and a cum-filled rear—were abandoned for concerns about my union with Robert. Just like Jerome and Naomi replaced Robert and Liz, my worries once again shifted back to the domesticity we had shared, and it started me off on a longer, more sophisticated journey.
Stepping into their home, I came across Robert and Liz settled on the sofa. If not for the fact they were stark naked and Liz had a hand stroking Robert's erection, they seemed like they were enjoying a typical night of Netflix and chilling. The make-up which had previously graced Liz's face now had signs of distress, presumably from a facial that Robert didn't allow her to clean off.
Upon asking how my night had been, Robert paused the television for our conversation. Without response, I raised my dress and bent forward to display my still-inserted plug.
"Jerome and Ricky wish to send their regards, as well as a gift for Liz's ass," I mentioned, hoping to surprise her.
Robert signaled Liz to stand up and wait, then beckoned me to turn around. I saw that she too wore a butt plug, this one not as large as mine.
"I have a present for you as well," he declared, before noting, "Remove your dress."
Soon the three of us were equally naked. Expressing his desire for a coin to flip and determine who'd clean the other's anal creampie, Robert admitted it was not feasible. Therefore, two rounds of rock, paper, scissors determined that I would cover Robert's butt plug first, leaving Liz more work to do later.
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