Before she could recover, the men had turned her over onto all fours and had positioned her at the edge of the bed. She knew what was coming next and that made her more excited. Someone grabbed her big sexy bottom in both hands and positioned them selves behind her. The size of the cock that was inserted inside her dripping twat made Jen scream with delight and soon she was being fucked harder than ever before.Blackie and I have had these discussions before, my fantasies of being so used by a group of men. But being the loyal kind-hearted girl that I am, so utterly in love with my Blackie, I cannot imagine such a thing in real life.
She tried to turn round to see who it was but then her right hand was lifted up and placed round another hard cock and she found it easy to jerk it with the rhythm of being fucked. She lost count of the orgasms before the hands on her bottom tightened and nails dug into her and she felt the owner of that huge cock dump his loads inside her.
As he withdrew a new cock was inserted. If possible it was even bigger than the last one and Jen moaned like a dirty slut as she was fucked from behind again. The owner of the cock she was jerking started reaching under her and feeling her tits. The sight of Jen's sexy naked body being used and the feel of her gorgeous tits must have been too much for him as he shot a load of sticky white cum all over her face and into her hair.
The guy who was fucking her started slapping her ass quite hard, causing Jen to squeal. He then pulled out suddenly and she could feel him cumming all over her bottom. Jen discovered that the only one of the three men who hadn't fucked her was Javier. He was obviously hard again and he turned Jen over so she lay on her back and grabbed her round the middle. His cock was definitely the biggest of the three and he rammed it into her with a force that made her big gorgeous tits wobble.
Blackie, being the Man that he is, would love the chance to offer me up to whomever he should so choose. He'd love to offer them my pink pussy and encourage them to paddle my ass even pinker. He'd love to see how much I could take, and once that limit was reached, have his turn. In front of an audience he'd show them all I can do, will do, must do, to please him. Sore, exhausted, dizzy with it all, he'd still make me scream & writhe. This way not only he, we, but all there would know he is my true Master.
But we fear the repercussions of going so far.
It's one thing to fantasize, to describe what we envision, but another to know what would happen.
Since I've been gone from this blog, for months, and most of that time we've been living not our own lives but dutiful roles, we've thrived on fantasies and the promise of tomorrow...
Tonight Blackie has called a meeting of sorts, upon his return from yet another business trip. A sort of re-collaring ceremony for the two of us. I know wherever he is right now, flying ever near-er, he knows that I sit squirming and wondering what he has in store for me... This evening as well as our future.
I wish I had
this to celebrate the grand occasion...
The bustle reminds me I'd better hustle -- I have things to do before he arrives!