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Oh Master, my Master Part II

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It was Friday evening, and I was riding the elevator up to his penthouse. I was dressed in white, as always--silk dress, sheer bra, my tiniest panties--and the black stilettos I only wore to see him. I had brushed out my long, straight blonde hair so it flowed down my shoulders. As the elevator rose I could already feel a tingling in my nipples and the beginnings of moisture between my legs.

Five floors from the top, I unbuttoned my blouse down to my deep C-cup cleavage, and then opened the front clasp of my bra, baring my breasts as I approached his door. The elevator opened directly into his entrance hall. I spoke into the intercom, saying, "I'm here, Master." Behind me, I heard the automatic lock in the elevator click as it went down.

I let the dress fall off my shoulders, removed my open bra, pulled down my silk panties and stepped out of the stilettos. I placed the clothes on a chair, and lined up the shoes in front of it. Then I knelt on his soft antique rug, facing the doorway. A mirror showed me a kneeling woman with long golden hair, dark blue eyes, pale white skin, round breasts capped with erect red nipples and a glistening golden triangle between my thighs.

He would not see me or speak to me until I was naked. That was the rule. Only in our first encounter had he ever seen me clothed, and within moments after we met I knew I was his. He had taken me to this penthouse and stripped me, and then he brought me to ecstasy again and again. His bottomless black eyes had pierced me then, his commanding voice reaching directly into my body and soul, his long, thick cock penetrating deep within my willing sex.

He had kept the lights on that first time, and at one point when he had me on top riding his cock, I had looked to the side and saw that an elegant old mirror was positioned to catch the reflection of everything that went on in his bed. The realization, the view of myself bouncing on him as he thrust up beneath me, and the feeling of his rampant cock inside me made me come hard, and I watched my own face as I flushed and cried out, then watched him shout as he came moments later, with my spasms triggering his and his sperm geysering up inside me.

I had never felt so exposed or so loved or so hot, and I knew that I had pleased him. He told me then that I was beautiful, and demanded that I hide nothing from him, that he would always have me naked before him. And each Friday for a year I had returned.

This night he did not keep me waiting. The door opened, and he strode toward me with his black silk robe hanging open. I did not look up to see his face, not yet. I stared straight ahead at what I was always happy to see first: his cock and balls, nested in his black pubic hair, swinging slightly as he came toward me. I wanted them. I wanted him.

He was not erect, though he was sizable already, with his soft cock dangling past his scrotum. I had learned to know that cock well: the veiny patterns, the bulging head, the warmth and weight of his balls. I had learned the way it felt in my mouth, in my pussy, between my breasts and all the way up my ass, the many ways I would please him and he would bring me joy. Now he walked up to me, confident as always, placing his manhood close to my face. He was fresh from a shower.

I leaned forward slightly to begin licking him. I started at the very base of his scrotum, flattening my tongue to taste as much of him as I could, tonguing his balls and taking them in my mouth one at a time, seeing the response as his cock began to grow.

I kissed his cock slowly from its base to its tip, tasting his skin and feeling him stiffen with each motion of my tongue. I licked at the base of his cock and felt it tremble with my ministrations. My hands were free, and I gently stroked his hairy balls, I took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked on it lightly, licking at its underside. I heard him groan with pleasure.

I licked teasingly at the head, which seemed to extend itself toward my waiting mouth. He was erect now, and I took him into my mouth slowly, swallowing him inch by inch, breathing through my nose and getting him down into my throat until I had all of him. I sucked a little harder, tonguing his shaft as I did, still holding his balls and feeling them pulse as I feasted on him. He reached down to stroke my hair, petting me like a cat, as I pistoned my mouth slowly up and down his rigid cock. It was still growing and throbbing as I ran my lips and tongue up and down its rubbery heat.

His hands moved to my breasts, caressing them from below, warming them and stroking the undersides gently. As my head bobbed on his cock, his hands moved toward my nipples, circling them and toying with the sensitive red buds. The touch of his thumbs on my nipples made me moan around his cock in my mouth; he had taught me never to hold back my sounds. He lightly pinched at my nipples and rolled them between his fingers, one after the other, milking them gently until they were so long and erect he could run a forefinger slowly along each one. I moaned again, louder.

His balls tightened in my hand, pulling up close to his body, and his cock seemed to expand in my mouth. I knew he was close. Keeping my left hand on his balls, I brought my right hand down between my legs and slid my middle finger into my pussy, wetting it with my abundant juices. It felt good, but this wasn't for me. I pulled it out, and I moved my left hand to grip a cheek of his firm ass.

I took his full length down my throat once more, and then, sucking hard, I let all but the head of his cock slide out of my mouth. With my lips around it I licked the underside of its sensitive head like a lollipop. He moaned, and I reached behind him and slid my right middle finger, slippery with my juices, smoothly into his anus until I could feel his prostate. When I wriggled the finger and sucked harder at the head of his cock, he groaned loud and thrust involuntarily into my mouth. His ass clenched my finger and his cock jumped and throbbed, just before the first salty spurt of come splashed into my mouth.

His cock jerked again and again, and he grunted as he unloaded his pearly come onto my tongue. I felt each burst of his orgasm not only between my lips but with the finger that I kept inside him. I tasted all his salty-sweet come and swallowed it without letting the head go, and coaxed as much as I could from him by licking at his glans and taking more of his pulsating shaft into my mouth. As he softened, I gently withdrew my finger from his ass and kissed his wilting cock. I knew it wouldn't stay limp for long, and that his next erection would last a long time whenever he chose to fuck me.

Now I looked up to my Master's face to see his dark eyes and his satisfied smile. "Welcome," he said, tossing away his silk robe so that he was a naked as I was. "I have some interesting things planned for you tonight," he said with a hint of mischief.

Curiosity and apprehension mingled in me as he took my hands and helped me to my feet. He leaned in to kiss me, and I opened my mouth to his inquisitive tongue, meeting it with my own. Maybe he tasted his semen as he searched my open mouth with his tongue. He held me close, with an arm around my shoulders and a strong hand on my hip, pulling our bodies together. He was still a little sweaty from his orgasm, and the moisture on his chest felt cool as he pressed against my hot, swollen nipples. The lingering kiss warmed my whole body, and I thought I could already feel his cock stirring next to my thigh.

He stepped back, opened a drawer, and took out four transparent bracelets, rings of soft plastic with a second, smaller ring attached on the outside. I knew exactly what they were for. He put them on me, kneeling to encircle my ankles and then taking each hand to cuff my wrists, so that he could fasten me in any place or position he wanted. He would never tell me what he planned for our encounters, because he liked to let my fantasies run wild.

He opened the door and motioned me toward the bedroom. I walked in front of him, knowing his eyes were on my shining hair, my long legs and my naked ass. The mirror showed the bonds on my arms and legs, the excitement in my nipples, the wetness in my pussy, the eagerness in my smiling face, and they showed my Master behind me with his cock already half erect again.

"Up on the bed, dear," he said. "On your knees, facing the head." He had an oversized bed in the middle of the room, with a wrought-iron headboard and footboard, a firm mattress and soft pillows. There were wide pier-glass mirrors nearby. I followed his instructions and knelt there. He slipped a silken cord through the ring on my left ankle bracelet and looped the other end around the bedstead, and did the same on my right, tightening them to make me spread my knees. I wondered if I was dripping on the soft sheets in anticipation.

He placed a round bolster in front of where I was kneeling, so I understood what was coming next: he tied my wrists partway up the headboard, and there I was, bent forward with the pillow supporting my tummy and my breasts dangling freely down. My head was bowed, but I looked up to share lovers' grins with him. I knew how much he loved to take me from behind, and I remembered how deep inside my pussy his cock would go in this position. I remembered the way his balls had bounced against my pussy the last time he had fucked me like this. When he finished tying me, he reached over to tease and pull gently at my nipples, which were aching and radiating with sensation. "Ohh, I want you," I moaned.

"Very soon," he said. "I have a surprise for you." The large bedroom was lighted only by candles close to the bed, and as I watched him he disappeared into the dark corners of the room. He opened a door behind me, and I heard footsteps and quiet voices. There were people with him! He moved a candle and showed me a couple seated next to each other on an antique upholstered bench to my left. Just a few weeks ago, he had tied me to that bench on my back, climbed on top of me and fucked me hard and fast to three squealing orgasms before he let himself explode deep inside me. I couldn't help smiling at the memory.

The man was about my Master's age, with brown hair and eyes too dark for me to see, wearing a white shirt and dark pants. With him was a tall, slim Asian girl, pale with long straight black hair, dressed in a low-cut, red brocade blouse that showed most of her small, pert breasts She was holding the man's hand on her thigh as they both looked at me, naked and bound and moist, obviously awaiting my Master's cock.

"This is Yuko and this is Jason, friends of mine," my Master said from somewhere behind me. I felt his warm hands stroking my hair and my shoulders. "They're going to be our audience tonight. I've seen you looking at us in the mirrors, which is exactly what they are there for. And I thought you might like to know that you were being watched by someone else while I fuck you. You may be interested to know that Yuko is bisexual, and she loved the photographs I took of you last month." That was when he had splayed me on my back on black sheets, teased me for an hour with his hands and tongue, fucked me hard and then, after he made me come, pulled out and sprayed my tits as he grunted my name. He had photographed me right afterwards, freshly fucked and floating in afterglow, with my legs apart, my chest splashed with come and my pussy lips still exposed. He had shown me the photos, and I had never seen myself look so slutty or so satisfied.

I wasn't sure what to think. There was a little stirring of shame and embarrassment because until now, I had thought only my Master had seen how far my passion would go. But after the shame came a larger surge of moist arousal at my own wantonness, and anticipation that he was going to fuck me very soon. My Master didn't give me any time to consider further. His hands were moving along my back to my ass, which my bondage had raised in midair.

I wondered what Yuko and Jason were thinking as my Master casually caressed my naked rump. And I wondered, but did not dare to ask, what my Master had told them they could do with me. Just watch? Touch me? Fuck me? There I was, tied and helpless.

"You do have a choice, " my Master continued. "Would you like them to be wearing clothes, or would you prefer them as naked as you are?" He ran an index finger ever so lightly up along the cleft of my ass, half tickling me, half turning me on, until I quivered and moaned involuntarily. I realized I was having difficulty catching my breath. I turned my head and looked directly at Yuko and Jason, and they smiled a little nervously at me. I could see they were already riveted by thoughts of my Master fucking me before their eyes. I tried to clear my head before I spoke, but my Master's knowing caresses didn't make it easy. "Please ask them to take off their clothes, if it pleases you,Master," I said. My voice was shaking.

"Stand in front of her while you strip," my Master told them. "You're going to watch her, so she deserves to see you." They stood by the head of the bed and, a little shyly, began removing their clothes as I raised my head to look. Jason was thin and wiry, with a runner's muscular legs. He had a little trouble getting his boxers down past what was already becoming a strong erection. Yuko took off her blouse, showing that the coral-pink nipples of her small, firm breasts were already taut, and she unzipped her black miniskirt to reveal a little red thong. When she stepped out of that, I could see her sparsely haired pussy, and I thought I smelled her sexual musk.

I lowered my head again as Jason and Yuko returned to the bench. My Master continued to fondle my back and my ass, and I concentrated on the lovely feeling of his hands. He let one caress carry his hand around and under me, between my thighs where he could feel how wet I had become. I gasped when he snaked a finger inside my pussy, moving it in a little circle and spreading my labia, opening me up. He withdrew the finger, and the bed creaked a little as he climbed up behind me. He placed his knees between my bound, spread legs and his hairy legs against my smooth calves.

I glanced over to see Jason and Yuko leaning forward, straining to see every detail. Jason's hand was lightly stroking her thigh, and her legs were spread as if to invite him closer to her sex. The mirrors facing the bed showed me my Master crouching over me, and I watched the reflection as his hands moved up and around to grasp my breasts.

His fingers lightly circled my areolas, which were already puckering, and then his thumbs and forefingers seized my distended nipples, rolling them and gently tugging them, making me moan. He kissed the back of my neck, and an electric warmth seemed to flow through my upper body from my neck to my nipples. He was fully embracing me now from behind, with his chest against my back, and he pushed my soft breasts together so that one hand could hold them both while the other moved down my side.

As he cupped my breasts, his other hand stroked slowly along my outer thighs, first on the right and then on the left, and then it circled around to my inner thighs, which were wide open because of my bonds. I tried to be patient as his warm hands touched my softest skin, giving me pleasure but teasing me too.

I was grateful when he began to pet my pussy, up along my labia to where my clitoris was throbbing and waiting for him. He leaned closer and I felt his huge, heavy erection nestling vertically along the cleft of my ass. One thumb was still playing with my nipples as the other hand started methodically stroking my labia and my clit, the way he knew he could make me come.

My hips began moving to the steady stroking of his hand, pressing against it and pumping shamelessly toward an orgasm, sandwiched between his cock and his expert fingers. I was crying, "Yes, yes," and when I heard a moan I couldn't tell for a moment if it had been me. Then I realized it was Yuko, and I looked over at them. Jason's hand was in her pussy now, and she was bouncing her slim hips on the bench while she gripped his cock in her small fist, with its head sticking out a good two inches. Her eyes met mine for an instant, wordlessly sharing our arousal. Then she shut them while she came, and her entire body jerked and shook as she made helpless peeping sounds.

My Master leaned over and kissed the back of my neck again, and as he did his hand started to work my clitoris lightly and quickly. I was crying out, and wriggling, and climbing those last few steps toward orgasm when I felt his hips pull back from mine. Then, in an instant, his cock moved away from my ass and buried its entire length up my grateful pussy in one magnificent lunge. I was screaming as I came. My hands gripped the bedstead they were tied to, while my pussy clasped his rigid cock inside me with spasm after spasm.

My Master did not come with me. He kept his hard cock lodged all the way in my pussy, and he prolonged my orgasm by continuing to finger my clitoris. I cried out with each little peak that he was so generous to give me. I didn't care that Jason and Yuko could see me taken so completely--or if I did care, it was only my pride that my Master had chosen to display our love.

Eventually, my bursts of pleasure started to fade into afterglow, and at that point he began to calmly thrust that big, thick cock in and out of me again. Both of his hands had moved to my hipbones, and he drove into me and pulled me onto him while I rocked back against him on my knees, matching his rhythm. "Fuck me, fuck me," I babbled, lost in pleasure as he continued to spear me slowly and methodically.

In the mirror, he loomed over me and his face contorted with each thrust. He caught me looking at his reflection and lightly slapped my rump, a flick of pain that only heightened my sensations. He stared back into my eyes as he pulled himself back almost to the head of his cock, then rammed into me even more deeply until I felt his balls bounce up against my labia. Another sharp slap on my ass, the pleasure reverberating inward to where his cock impaled me.

He was so big and so hard, and I was all soft, yielding wetness, possessed by my Master . He pulled slowly out, making me feel emptier with every withdrawing inch, then filled me again with a fast full-length plunge. I squeezed him with my pussy muscles, wishing I could keep him inside me just like that forever, but also wanting him to fuck me to another orgasm and then fill me with his hot sticky come.

I heard Yuko cry out again and turned my head to see her squirming. She had climbed onto Jason's lap. His hand was tugging at her nipple, her legs were spread over his thighs and Jason's cock was up inside her. With her body in front of his, it almost looked as if Yuko had grown a pair of hairy balls below her little feminine delta. I felt my Master's hand reach under my dripping pussy to find my throbbing clitoris as he pulled slowly back again, and I moaned as the head of his cock slipped all the way out of me. He held it at my pussy lips for a moment as he smoothly stroked my clit. I knew he wanted to hear me beg, and to show his friends how he made me beg. Of course I would beg.

"Master, please, please, fuck me, make me come," I babbled. "Please, I beg you, oh Master, fuck your slave girl..." It ended with a gasp as he drove his cock up my pussy again. He started to thrust steadily inside me, and I met him as well as I could in my bonds. I looked over to see Yuko bouncing up and down on Jason's long cock, which glistened each time it emerged from her tight little slit. She was obviously setting the pace, and I briefly envied her freedom of movement as she cried out happily each time she speared herself on Jason's upright cock. Her face was flushed and euphoric and as she caught my glance again, her eyes were wild with lust.

My Master knew what would get me off. He took my flanks in his hands again, pressing his thumbs into my rounded buns, and started fucking me harder and faster, jamming his massive organ deeper inside me. He swiveled his hips to work my pussy at various angles, prying into my deepest recesses, making me feel wide open and completely at his mercy. Which I was. He was hammering into me now, pure masculine force and heat, barely cooled by his sweat against my ass.

I was climbing those joyful steps toward another orgasm when I heard Yuko wail and looked over to see her drop onto Jason's cock and stay there, grinding herself down hard on the root of the cock buried inside her. Her face and chest reddened and a ripple seemed to vibrate her whole body as she cried out that she was coming. Behind her, Jason grunted and jerked his hips up, and while all I could see was his balls and legs, it was obvious he was coming too.

And when my Master reached under me to tug at my tenderly distended clit, so was I. My orgasm radiated through me and I looked into the mirror to meet his eyes, to let him see how high he had sent me, and as I met his glance my spasms grew stronger, abandoning myself to him. I felt his cock swell inside me and then shudder with its own release, pumping come inside me. He held me to him until every precious droplet was inside me, and I felt his cock very slowly shrink and withdraw.

My Master climbed off the bed and walked around to the head of the bed, and he took my glowing face in both hands and kissed me deep and long. I could feel myself dripping our shared fluids onto the bed. When he finally ended the kiss, he untied my bonds. I was shaky when he stood me up and kissed me again, pressing me against him from shoulders to thighs.

When he broke our embrace, I saw that Yuko still on Jason's lap, whispering something to Jason as he nodded. She turned around to kiss him. "Yuko said she'd like to taste your slave," Jason said. "Especially with all your come inside her." Without a word, my Master sat me on the bed and pushed me on to my back. He clipped my wrists together over my head and tied them to the headboard, pulling my breasts taut. Then he spread my legs all the way apart, tying my ankles again.

Yuko looked at me hungrily. I had never had sex with a woman, but it looked like that was about to change. Yuko turned around to kiss Jason again. He took his hands in hers as their lips met. Suddenly, he had both of her slim wrists gripped in one strong hand. "Yuko has never been restrained," he told my Master . "Really?" my Master said with that irresistible grin of his. "We could change that." "Yes, we could," said Jason, pulling his lover to her feet. She looked surprised, but she didn't seem unwilling. My Master pulled more bracelets from a cabinet, and he crouched to put them around Yuko's ankles while Jason held her wrists. Jason took care of her arms, then held her wrists together again by the rings. "Where do you think she belongs?" he asked my Master .

My mind was racing with the possibilities, the memories of the way my Master had positioned me: everything from spreadeagled on the bed to bent over his leather-topped desk to standing with my nipples pressed against the cool glass of his picture window.

"Let's not deny her the treat we promised," my Master said, and spoke to Yuko. "Get up on the bed between her legs." Jason let her go, and Yuko did as she was told, kneeling between my widely spread knees. She met my eyes, and it seemed any shyness was being replaced by lust. She leaned over and kissed my mouth, and her tongue was soft and warm as it met mine and lingered over the first real sexual kiss I had ever had from a woman--not as aggressive as my Master's kisses, but passionate in its own way. I returned her kiss wholeheartedly. Tied and open before her, I was completely at her mercy, and I was eager for more.

Yuko leaned over me and dr*ped her long black hair over my breasts. She slowly moved her head back and forth, brushing my nipples with its silkiness, and I had never felt anything like it: the lightest tingling, stroking, tantalizing sensation imaginable. I strained upward toward her, but my bonds held me as she grinned amorously down at me. I knew she could see my nipples hardening, and when I started moaning she bent down to kiss and suckle them--more tenderly than any man ever had. That made me moan even louder.

I would have been happy to have her linger over my nipples, but soon she headed downward. She corkscrewed her tongue into my navel, which would have made me jump if I hadn't been tied. I watched her head move lower, and I felt her breath on my thighs before she began a series of little kisses, first on the right inner thigh and then on the left, moving slowly and deliberately up to my waiting pussy.

If I was wet and steamy before, I was almost gushing now. And when Yuko started to lick methodically from the bottom of my slit to the top, working her tongue very slowly up each of my labia in turn, I had the feeling I would come like crazy the moment she reached my clit.

Through my growing pleasure, I heard my Master speak. "All you mentioned was tasting," he said to Jason. "I don't think Yuko needs her hands for that." Yuko reared back, leaving my pussy very lonely for a moment, and when I opened my eyes I saw why. Jason had taken her wrists again and pulled them behind her back, holding them as my Master clipped them together. The crest of pleasure that I had been approaching receded, making me long for her to return.

She looked down at me again with a new understanding in her eyes, and repositioned herself a little awkwardly, spreading her knees wider for balance and moving toward my pussy again. That was my last glimpse of her, because my Master chose to blindfold me. In the darkness, I was all anticipation as Yuko returned to her slow ministrations along my labia. She licked delicately and smoothly, taking her time before she snaked her tongue deep inside me. I'm sure she tasted my Master's thick come as well as my juices. I was lost in the pleasure of it, gasping happily, and it was a luscious eternity before she moved up and began licking my clit.

I cried out the moment she took it between her lips. And I cried out again, in surprise and pleasure, as I felt another mouth take hold of my left nipple, and then another on my right. I realized my Master had permitted Jason to taste me too. They suckled on my breasts like grown-up babies, gentle and persistent. One part of my mind realized it was my Master on the left, flicking the nipple with his tongue and very lightly nibbling at my bud with his teeth, the way he knew I like it.

But mostly my mind was gone. The three mouths created a searing triangle of excitement in me, with my nipples and clitoris all connected and flooding me with sensation. My orgasm hovered at the edge until I felt almost delirious, then splashed over me as Yuko began humming against my clit. I know I screamed, but my three lovers weren't distracted. They held me at the peak, setting off spasm after spasm in me. I don't know if it was one long orgasm or half a dozen smaller ones, but it felt like wave after wave of moist heat wracking my bound, happy body, leaving me satiated and spent.

The men's mouths let go of my breasts, and Yuko stopped licking my pussy after it was clear I wasn't coming again, at least for the moment. I felt the weight shift on the bed near my feet. My Master took away the blindfold, saying, "You might enjoy watching this." I raised my head as much as I could to see that Jason had climbed up behind Yuko, kneeling between her legs (and mine), and with her hands still bound he reached under her to feel her pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned. "Yuko, show my slave your eyes," my Master commanded, and Yuko opened her eyes to stare into mine.

Jason slid his middle finger all the way into her slit, pulled it out glistening, and brought it to his mouth to lick. "She's very wet," he said to my Master , and with that he steadied himself by holding Yuko's rump and buried his hard cock inch by inch in her pussy. Looking up at Yuko's eyes, watching her face, I could see the moment of his entrance and her growing pleasure. "Ummmmm," she said to Jason when he was lodged all the way to the balls, turning to look back at him. "Give it to me, baby, all of it." Then she gazed down at me almost in triumph.

"Whatever you say," Jason answered. He pulled out slowly and plunged in fast a few times, making Yuko yelp. Then he began a slow and steady fuck, and he was in no hurry since he had come earlier. His thrusts forced Yuko's breasts down against mine, both of us slick with sweat; I could feel the little hard points of her nipples against my skin.

It was almost as if they were both fucking me: I was close to his flushed face and his guttural breathing, and to the soft heat of her body. He was in full control as he started driving into her faster, and when he reached under her to stroke her clit as he pistoned inside her, his knuckles also grazed my pussy. On an impulse, I strained upward to kiss her, and she brought her face to mine to thrust her tongue between my open lips. Her breath was hot and musky and aroused, and as Jason rammed into her she moaned into my mouth.

When she came I felt her whole body shudder against mine, and opened my eyes to look at her flushed face and wild expression. Passion made her even more beautiful. Jason held his cock inside her as she surrendered to the orgasm, but he didn't come himself. He withdrew his hard cock and climbed off the bed. His cock was big and shiny with Yuko's wetness.

My Master set loose Yuko's arms and had her roll off me. It was impossible not to notice the giant erection he was sporting, and as he moved up on the bed to untie my arms, I planted a kiss on its bulging head; he stroked my hair affectionately. He moved on to untie one of my legs, then rolled me onto my right side. There was something in his hand I hadn't seen before: a tan two-headed dildo, thick and rubbery with two fat veiny cocks, angled like a wide V in the middle with a softer rounded bump at the junction. He lifted my left thigh and easily inserted one end into my soaked pussy, twisting it back and forth until it was all the way in with the bump pressing precisely on my clit. It made my pussy feel nice and full, and the special plastic was growing warm with my own heat. The other end jutted from me like a man's massive erection.

Meanwhile, Jason had tied Yuko's left ankle to the bed. He rolled Yuko up onto her left side and pushed her toward me. My Master clipped our wrists together--my left to her right. We smiled at each other as Jason lifted Yuko's leg and slid the other end of the dildo into her. Feeling like my Master wouldn't mind, I pumped my hips to push up into Yuko more deeply. "Yes, baby, come on and fuck me," she said, grinning at me. She pushed back, grinding the dildo into us both and rubbing our clits at the junction, and she turned her head to kiss me hard. My Master tied us together at the waist with a soft silk sash, but he didn't really have to. We weren't going to uncouple.

The men watched as Yuko and I writhed together, getting a slow rocking rhythm going, girl to girl. There was nothing between us but the dildo and the heat we were working up. Yuko got that hungry look in her eyes again, and I'm sure I had something like it; she kissed me ravenously as our hips ground together on the double dildo.

The men climbed on the bed behind us, and I felt Yuko jerk slightly just a few seconds before my Master's lubed finger wiggled up into my ass. I concentrated on relaxing to let him in, and he pushed it as far as it would go, smearing my tight little hole with plenty of lube before withdrawing it. With one hand on each of my buns, he opened me and placed his firm cock at the puckered entrance. "Take it," he commanded, and he slowly pressed the head into me as I strove to relax and yield my ass to him. Yuko stopped grinding on the dildo as Jason held her hipbones and moved into her at the same time.

Bound and doubly penetrated, tit-to-tit with a sultry Asian girl while my Master took his pleasure with his giant cock firmly up my ass--I couldn't have been happier. So were our men. My Master was almost growling as his hot breath warmed the back of my neck, and he impaled my ass in steady strokes I felt to my very core. As he moved in and out, he was not just penetrating me but pushing me onto the dildo. Jason was grunting each time he drove his cock into Yuko, driving her end of the dildo up her pussy; she was moaning in response until I kissed her again full on the mouth. Gradually the four of us worked into a rhythm that rippled across our connected bodies, with a thrust from my Master mirrored by a return thrust from Jason as Yuko's tongue met mine.

It was Yuko who started our chain-reaction orgasm. Jason, who had already been primed by fucking Yuko while she was on top of me, began thrusting a little faster up her ass, and my Master soon picked up the same tempo. "Ah! ah! ah!," Yuko started to gasp, and I could feel her squirming to grind her clit on the dildo. Her face, so close to mine, suddenly turned bright red, and seconds later a hot shiver coursed through her. "Yes! Oh god yes!" she cried out as her body tensed against mine and she pressed her pussy against me and the dildo that joined us.

Her ass must have been spasming around Jason's cock, because in a few moments he rammed it home--I could feel his thrust relayed by the dildo--and grunted like an animal as he spewed burst after burst of his come up Yuko's taut little ass.

At the same time, my Master's cock seemed to swell inside my ass as he jammed it into me and pressed me onto the dildo, and soon I was flying too, wailing as the orgasm radiated from my two tightly filled orifices all the way up my body and, it seemed, out the top of my head. It went on and on, a pure bolt of ecstasy that had me wailing, and just as it seemed I was about to come down my Master drove his rampant cock to the depths of my ass and poured his come into me, sending me into a happy aftershock with every spurt.

The four of us lay together side by side for a while, with the dildo still penetrating Yuko and me. The men's cocks gradually waned; Jason's made a cute little pop as it was released by Yuko's ass. From behind me, my Master undid the belt around Yuko's waist and mine. He reached under us and slowly withdrew the dildo that had given us so much pleasure. He and Jason went on to untie our hands and legs. We were all a big sweaty mess, so we shared my Master's hot tub, and after a lot of kisses and hugs Jason and Yuko went home, probably to fuck again.

"Did you like your surprise?" my Master asked me after they'd left. "You can surprise me any time," I said, kissing him. "And you always do."

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