Sharing Is Fun

His cock is hot. It throbs dully in my mouth, jutting obscenely from the opening of his jeans. It has a vaguely bitter flavor.

It is salty, tangy, almost metallic. I can’t quite place it. His hand his firm, strong where he grasps my hair at the base of my skull. Still kneeling, my wrists remain cuffed behind me; I feel powerless as he holds my head steady for him to thrust into me.

The heated, purple head of his cock slips, alien, past my teeth. He gasps at that slight contact. My eyes widen as I begin to understand just how sensitive his manhood is.

“That’s right baby.” Your voice is soft almost soothing by my ear. I wasn’t aware of you leaving your seat to join us.

“Take him in baby,” you purr. “Take his cock into you. Take him deep in your throat sweetie.”

He thrusts deeper into me. The veiny contours of his shaft have a unique, unfamiliar texture in my mouth. My tongue traces the rippled surface of his rigid flesh and he gasps again.

His is different from even the most lifelike of your many cocks; more uneven in its firmness. It throbs dully, his heart beat pulsing in my mouth.

“That’s it baby,” you coo, teasing, in my ear. “Suck on it baby. Suck on his cock.”

My cheeks hollow as I increase the pressure on him, emulating the many times I have knelt before you to suckle on the plastic and silicone and glass strapped to your groin. His hips rock gently in counterpoint to the bobbing movement of my head in his grasp as he feeds me more of his dick.

He isn’t as big as the largest of your dildos but he *is* bigger than most and I gag slightly as I feel the swollen bulge of his cock-head bottom out engaging with my throat.

“Ohhfffuhhhckk…” He gasps a moan of surprised pleasure as I suppress my reflex, as you have taught me to take him further in, deep-throating his erection.

My head bobs now and he moans, fucking my face.

Your voice is soft, encouraging, tormenting, gently insidious, sly beside me as I use every mote of Hana taught skill to commit this unfamiliar yet accustomed act.

“Open your eyes baby…I want you to see what you’re doing.”

My eyes flicker open. When had I closed them?

“Look up.”

I raise my eyes to look up the hard, lean length of Glas’ body to his eyes as they stare down, hungry, triumphant, boring into me. So, it seems, you aren’t the only one who likes the sight of my mouth closed around a cock – real or otherwise.

His eyes narrow as they meet mine and I feel his man-hood twitch in my throat.

There is a change to the flavor in my mouth. Something over-sweet, bitter, courses over my taste buds. He grunts softly.

“Uhhhnn…Uhh…yeah…s’good..”

A movement, a stirring distracts me briefly but his eyes hold me just like his hand controls the tempo of my bobbing head, slowing it to prolong his pleasure.

“Nnnnn… you sure you’ve not been holding out on us Rain? ‘Coz for a dyke…you
sure know how to suck cock…”

He growls, each word is punctuated by the thrust of his hips, easing his shaft gently in and out of my mouth.

And as if on cue his voice rises and his hips thrust wildly, driving his shaft, pulsing, spasming, deep into my throat as it pumps me full with the sharp, bitter/salt flavor of his seed.

“Yes baby…yes that’s right…swallow it…swallow his come baby…all of it…swallow all of it.”

Your voice is taut, heady with excitement, breathless as you watch him use me. Eyes narrowed, closely watching my humiliation, drinking in the sight of my virgin mouth as it fills with his male essence.

There seems to be an abundance of the slick, sticky, acrid fluid that floods my mouth, my throat, coursing into my gut as I gulp it down at your gleeful urging.

Uncertain, I continue to suckle on the bar of male flesh as it rests now quiescent in my mouth. He moans; a quiet groan of satisfaction as he allows himself to luxuriate in the sensation of my mouth around his manhood. Unsure still, I am surprised to discover that he remains hard, erect between my lips. I recall from some biology class that the penis is supposed to return to its flaccid, resting state after the male orgasm. His throbs hot, demanding, angry against the hollow of my cheeks.

Looking up in hesitant surprise my eyes find his. They are dark, intense beneath the brooding mass of his brows.

“A little magic Deke pill to keep Glas junior *up* to the mark!” He quips, waggling his eyebrows, in answer to my unspoken question. He grins as he eases his shaft from my still obedient mouth leaving me wondering about the degree of planning you and he had indulged in prior to tonight. It seems that I truly am a pawn in this game.

I sigh with a shudder at the realization, my arousal spiking again. It is not a slave’s place to bemoan her fate.

Turning to you I meet your gaze and your dark, lustful smile. It offers no comfort.

I quake inside.

“That was *outstanding* Rain…sooo cool…I’m *soooo* gonna love watching Glas fuck you!”

A tiny whimper of fear and arousal escapes my throat as you continue.

“My poor Rain. Gonna get so fucked. Sweet, gay, little Rain with her pretty virgin pussy packed full of manflesh…mmmmmm…I’m so gonna love watching you squirm. But it’s not gonna help you baby ‘cos with all that man between your thighs, on top of you, pressing down on you, into you, crushing you as he pounds your precious tight little ‘no man’s land’ pussy, you ain’t gonna move an inch. Ohhh yeah…”

I feel tears sting my eyes. I want to shout out, to protest, to refuse but I know I won’t – you were right. You always are. I’m yours and I’ll do anything, *anything*, you demand.

“In the meantime baby I’m sure Glas gonna want to warm that pretty ass of yours…”

His arms are strong, so strong as he lifts me, carrying me to the bed where he drapes me, still bound, over his knees, settling me into his lap where my hip nudges the hard, maleness of his cock as he draws me close.

Everything about him seems big. Oh I know he’s not a large man. Not by the standards of some but in comparison to you, my slight, slender mistress he is huge. His hand, his arms that ripple, his shoulders and thighs, his cock, they all terrify me. No matter how cruel, how merciless you are, how severely you treat me I have never felt fear like this. Sometimes when you mount me, taking me wildly, riding me with the biggest of you collection of strap-ons that seem almost to tear my poor, abused, suffering sex, I cry in fear. But not like this. Your domination is more subtle, more pervasive. Relying on more than brute strength and terror it engages my intellect, my emotions. It weaves a complex, gossamer web of cruelty and domination and love that captivates, enthralls, completes me. He simply threatens to overwhelm me, subduing me physically, with the size of his frame. This fear is more basic, visceral. Something feels…wrong…almost unsatisfying.

And then it comes to me; a flash of comprehension, a blazing, enlightening, bolt of understanding.

He is no more than a toy, an object, a tool of your domination. It is not he who masters me but you.

I moisten at the realization as it strikes me with almost tangible force.

I give myself not to him but to you. He is simply the whip that sears my flanks, the strap that marks my buttocks with its fiery tattoo, the dildo that stretches me, filling my cunt, my ass. It is by your command that I find myself bucking fiercely as his hand lands massively heavy, agonizing on my behind.

*SPANK*

I gasp, inhaling sharply to release a high whine of complaint. I cry as much with the shock of comprehension as the pain.

*SPANK*

His hand lands hard again on the orbs of my bottom; a swatting smack that sends jolting, starting, spikes of pain surging through me.

“Ahhhhh” I gasp and his hand lands again; so heavy, so painful.

*SPANK*

“Ahhhhh” I respond in refrain.

*SPANK*…“Ahhhhh”…*SPANK*…“Ahhhhh”…

A steady rhythmic, almost musical flow of pain and submission.

As I give myself up to him, responding to the agony he gives me. Submitting I feel my arousal burgeon. Despite my horror of his maleness or perhaps in because of it…because I feel myself being made, forced to accept his mastery; compelled by your ownership of me, to yield myself, sexually to him.

Each blow drives the pain deeper into me as I moisten, leeching my sap where I am crushed against his thigh.

Tears form in my eyes as I realise what you have done to me.

If he lacks your finesse, your subtle skill that builds the sweet agony of my chastisement, he makes up for it in vigorous strength his hand setting a blazing fire across my butt that spreads like wildfire throughout my nether regions as the fierce weight of his spanks rains down.

Soon I am crying out, begging, pleading for mercy as I writhe on his thighs.

“Ahhhhh…Ohhhhh…Owwwww…Hahhhhh…Ahhhhh…Aggggghhh…Oooooohhhh…”

I quickly run through my repertoire of gasps and moans, cries and screams, my legs kicking wildly, displaying my sex to him as I struggle on his lap.

Your newest means of punishing me, of humiliating me, soon seems to be the most ingeniously, subtly, cleverly effective ever. But then, aren’t they all? Despite my almost visceral fear, revulsion of the power you grant him over me, I feel a stirring deep in my loins. My sap oozes from my depths to bathe his thighs, staining the denim of his jeans with my musk.

*SPANK*

His massive hand, as wide as a leather paddle, as heavy as the wooden seems to cover the broad expanse of my rear with heated agony. It is wide enough to preclude the need for your clever spreading of fire over my cheeks as you cover my buttocks with a myriad spanks, making me almost unaware of how widely he roams over my flesh, until I feel the hot outrage of a fierce blow on my thigh.

My legs kick wildly now as he enflames the tender flesh at the back of my legs with a rapid, stuttering tirade of spanks…

*Smack*, *Smack*, *Smack*, *Smack*, *Smack*, *Smack*…

…which sets me screaming; loud, shrill, abject as my punishment extends into a savage eternity of heated, agony.

Your voice purrs beside me again, husky, deep, shot through with arousal:

“Ah…it hurts Rain? Yes? Mmmm?”

Somehow I find from deep within the blank of my mind the ability to speak.

“Aggghhhh…y-yuh… yess...ohhhh G-g-goddess yes…it hurts so much mistress.”

“Good Rain…soon you’ll be ready love…ready for his cock, his seed inside you…”

“Aggghhhh…” I scream my eyes clamped shut in misery at your warning and at the unceasing torment of his hand as it falls heavy and cruel on my poor, tormented flanks.

*Smack*, *Smack*, *Smack*, *Smack*, *Smack*

My body seems to burn; heated by the blazing fire of my buttocks, my thighs. Deep inside, my arousal is incandescent now; an answering fire, a quaking, seizing response to my abasement, my agonized humiliation.

The perversion of my instincts, my innate preferences, by your clever manipulation of my need to submit to your mastery has left me aching, desperate and lustful as I wince at the unremitting anguish of his hand across my behind.

My legs flail wildly, exposing myself to him and my face flushes brightly, almost as hot as my bottom as I realise that despite my best efforts, that no matter how mortifying the experience, I am showing him precisely how aroused I am. As if in response he ceases his assault on my derriere. Helping me up from his lap to free me from my restraints, unbuckling the cuff that binds my wrists, he half leads, half drags me to the bed. I flinch as my buttocks make contact with the sheets. He lowers me onto my back, opening my legs, parting them to expose the heated, niche of my oozing sex.