Room Available: Part 4
In the corner, two young men stood waiting.
"Tess shows up just in time. You're going to witness a five-person orgy."
"Yes, Master. Ready to serve you."
As Master approached me, he gently touched my breasts and nipples.
"How about larger breasts, Bess?"
"If it pleases my Master, then yes."
"Excellent slave."
He pushed me to my knees, directing my attention toward his member. The others received orders while I performed oral acts on Master. Although large and wrinkly, his cock had a unique taste to it.
A woman, in her mid-to-late twenties, with long, jet-black hair in a ponytail, a natural bust, and bright orange nipples entered the room. She had a flat stomach, bald pussy, and legs until her bottom area. This woman had both her back and front caned; I assumed Master requested this regularly.
"Get down here, girl," Master instructed. "Let's see how you suck and rim a Master." I reluctantly complied with his demands.
"Ian, lie down on the table. Gary can fuck you. Small tits, slide onto Gary's back. I'll lick you, enabling me to fuck Gary. Get into position," Master said, arranging everyone.
With us all in place and ready, I held myself on Gary's back, while he had intercourse with Ian. Subsequently, the circumstances repeated—I stimulated, while the others took turns. When I reached climax, I received two searing slaps, followed by Master's command to cum. Following my orgasm, I cleaned Miss using my mouth and tongue. Each person cleaned one another, completing the cycle.
"Everyone, dress up." Except for me, ordered to remain undressed.
"Playing house slave, I must leave this wonderful home."
Master contemplated my words. "Why?"
"Because I've always had a high sex drive, and if I'm to be punished for each time I cum without permission, it's not what I'm after."
Master nodded in understanding. "Instead, I'll have you bent over and fucked hard."
And he did. Storming my senses, his actions went beyond any caning. I helped clean up canapés for dinner. We shared conversation on a variety of themes, including our Master.
"Well, who exactly is our Master?"
"A wealthy man who favors control and supervises us."
"How painful was the kick to the balls?"
"The most excruciating experience ever."
"Your back and front canings must have been unbearable."
"True, but it could have been worse."
"How can it get worse?"
"If he had stopped the intercourse."
"Indeed."
"How frequently does he visit?"
"A couple of times a week. If not him, it's Master Peter."
"Last question: Why do you all stay here?"
"Food and shelter are provided, as well as satisfying our sexual desires."
"Thank you."
After dinner, Miss ordered me to masturbate her. I removed my top and stoked her nipples. Then, sans pants, I climbed onto the table, preparing to be fucked by Gary as he plugged Ian.
After a few weeks of adjusting to house rules, I signed up for a local park's 5K run. Miss facilitated the necessary attire, and I wore it the night before the race.
"Am I allowed to remove it now, Miss?"
"No, I never told you to."
"What's the penalty for speaking without permission?"
"A caning."
"Wait! Gary, get down here."
"Yes, Miss. What do you want of me?"
"I have a surprise for you. Sit on the table."
I followed instructions. Once seated, Miss offered me a "treat." My bodily function was then demonstrated, with excitement. In the morning, I was permitted to wear the strap-on and experience self-pleasure, mimicking a male's desire for masturbation—I got off harder as I fucked harder. Miss permitted me the use of the strap-on, so I would strap it on and repeatedly jerk the shaft.
But my deep-seated desire lay in running. I challenged myself to enter a 5K race. With assistance from Miss, I acquired the necessary attire and practiced the night before the race.
"May I take off this attire?"
"No, don't remove it!"
After a sharp slap, she asked, "Have you been taught to speak only when addressed?"
"Yes, Miss. Zip it."
"Or?"
"A caning."
"Call Gary." I obeyed and summoned him.
"Yes, Miss. What's your wish?"
"Remove your pants and sit on the table. I have a special treat for you."
Eager for the "treat", I applied myself to this task.
He didn't ask about it because he'd learned the lesson I was about to learn.
"Once she's got you completely in, all the way down your shaft, and licks your balls, tell her, and she’ll stop the caning. Then she'll jerk you off until you cum."
Miss pulled up my shorts so tightly that my pussy was fully visible.
"You both ready?"
I began to wank and suck Gary's dick.
Whoosh Crack.
I used as much spit as I could to lubricate his cock.
Whoosh Crack.
He was so long that I was having a hard time.
Whoosh Crack.
Bit by bit by bit he went down my throat.
Whoosh Crack.
I thought that was it.
Whoosh Crack.
Ian came in and pulled up my shirt.
Whoosh Crack.
Then he knelt beneath me and bit my nipples.
Whoosh Crack
"OUCH" and down it went and I licked at his balls.
"Stop."
"Thank you, Gary, and as a reward, pull her shorts to the side and fuck her. Make sure there are plenty of cum stains on her shorts when you're done."
It seemed like a tie as they both cum at the same time. Ian put some cum stains on my vest, and Gary added some to the front area where my pussy popped out and around my ass. I sucked them both clean and was then stood up.
Click.
"Check out this sexy caned booty, Jess, in this photo. So hot, my room, now."
"Yes, Miss."
"Suck my cock until I cum and put it on."
"Yes, Miss."
I was then fucked by her, and she also fucked the two boys. We all went to bed content.
I dressed in the morning in just my vest and shorts, with no underwear. The stripe lines looked gorgeous on either side of my ass showing through my shorts. Eat my cum for breakfast, Jess, the boys have been jerking off in anticipation.
I kneeled by Ian's chair as he emptied his jizz into my mouth. Then by Gary's chair, and he emptied all his jizz into me. I was about to stand when Miss cleared her throat. Her legs were wide open, and she wanted to give me some cum as well.
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