So, as I mentioned last night, I was under explicit instructions from Master C to “enjoy myself”. Suffice to say, I most very certainly did.
I won’t bore you with the earlier part of the evening, it was just your fairly typical girl’s night out; drinking, dancing, outrageous flirting and discussions about our live/sex lives and gossip about who is fucking who. It’s what we girls do.
OK, so the outrageous flirting is kind of peripheral to the main event of this post, but I’ll cut to the chase.
The evening proceeded in the way such evenings do and, at some point towards the end of the night, I found myself behind the club, sucking on a nice thick cock. I will freely admit that this is not an uncommon occurrence when I go out drinking.
What I hadn’t counted on was the fact that at some point during the proceedings, he would text his friend to come see what he was doing.
With hindsight, I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised at this turn of events, if anything, I guess, I should be more surprised that it hasn’t happened before.
Needless to say, after servicing the first guy, I barely had time to lick my lips and catch my breath before I found myself sucking his friend’s cock too.
If I was randy at the start of the evening, by the time the second guy had pumped his load down my throat, I was ready for anything. While I’m not averse to fucking in dark lanes, I’d already spent enough time on my knees on a cold pavement and, well, if a girl is going to get herself double-teamed, she might as well do it somewhere where the participants can take the time to do it properly. Suffice to say, this slut ended up going back to a flat with them (texting the address of where I was to Master C for safety reasons), and that’s where the fun really began.
I’m not a stranger to threesomes, but it’s been a while since I last participated in one. There is something particularly cunt-drenchingly hot about having your body explored by two pairs of hands, being kissed by two sets of lips. If either of them noticed the dried in cum coating my boobs, they never mentioned it as they kissed, licked, sucked and fingered me.
What happened for the next couple of hours is a bit of a blur. I was groped, fondled, licked and fucked extensively. There is something so deliciously satisfying about sucking on one lovely thick cock while another equally delicious cock is pounding you hard from behind. What made it hotter still was that they changed places frequently, letting me taste myself on the cock in my mouth.
The names they called me as they fucked me made it better still. “Dirty slut!” or “Filthy whore!” or “Cock hungry little bitch!” In truth, I was all of those as they fucked me, used me, took their pleasure from me. And I loved every thrust, every lick, every slap, every tug of my hair, every load of cum that they dispensed.
By the time we had finished, Master C’s load was only one of several that I was wearing. Before I left them, I had had cum on my face, cum on my boobs, cum on my belly, cum on my back, cum on my arse, cum pretty much everywhere. I was pretty much a walking mess of cum with a decidedly sore jaw and an extremely well fucked cunt.
Retiring to the bathroom, I sent Master C a photo of my cum coated face and another of my very tender cunt. And I felt a warm glow when His reply, “Good little slut!” came through.
I was still buzzing when I got home. Reluctantly washing the dried in cum from my body in the shower only served to get my clit tingling again and, having finally crawled into bed, I used my fingers to treat myself to one last climax before sleep. I was so exhausted that I didn’t even notice when Master C got home and climbed into bed beside me.
Writing this has got me a wee bit worked up. My cunt is drenched again, partially from reliving the events of last night, but mostly in anticipation of the thrashing Master C is going to give me for being such a dirty slut. He decided to take pity on his worn out slut and let me sleep, but did warn me when He left for work this morning that “sleeping on the job” would require some additional punishment when He gets home at lunchtime.
I think it’s fair to say that I’ve earned every single lash of the belt that Master C decides to inflict on me. I hope He gets home soon…