Chapter 15

One of the men comes closer to me and looks me in the eyes. I have calmed my initial fear, and I hope my eyes are portraying something more neutral. He obviously intends to communicate with me and he starts pointing and gesturing a message that I hope I’m interpreting correctly. He’s asking me for permission to push his cock into my two holes. I respond to the best of my ability that my cunt is out of bounds, but my arse is available for use.

Granting access to my arse will undoubtedly earn me a punishment from Mistress Lyn. Our agreement requires that I obtain her permission before anyone else can abuse my arse. But this is likely the only chance I’m going to get for anal sex. Tom regards anal sex as repulsive, and while Mistress Lyn canes my arse at will, she doesn’t go beyond inserting a butt plug.

The men aren’t in a rush and they take turns to run their hands over my body and tease my cunt. My juices are flowing freely, and I’m ashamed to admit that if any of them had tried to fuck me, I would have spread my legs willingly. One of the men kneels down and starts drinking the juices from my cunt. That tips me over the edge into a wild orgasm. The men are delighted and take turns to repeat the exercise. I lose count of the number of orgasms they draw from me.

Finally they are aroused enough yo want to have their cocks inside me. It’s a sentiment that I share. One of the men removes my tail, and they all have a good natured joke when they compare the length of their cocks to the long dildo that holds the tail in my arse. The dildo is longer than their cocks, so I know I should be able to accommodate them without any difficulty.

Each man has a preferred position to fuck my arse. That enables me to sample several different positions for anal sex. I’m a novice at this, but the men either don’t notice or don’t mind. As I suspected, my sphincter is stretched wide, so their cocks easily slide into my arse. Each takes several thrusts before shooting his load. Only one comes inside my arse, while the others withdraw at the last minute and shoot their cum over my outfit. It’s all incredibly sexy and I am game for much much more. Unfortunately they call an end to my ravishment and clean themselves up. One of them has the decency to wipe their cum off my outfit and replace my tail.

Before sending me on my way, they roll up some banknotes and push the wad into my cunt. It must be The Manor’s traditional way of awarding a Filly a tip. One of the men escorts me to where my cart is parked, and reattaches it to my waist. I’m still a bit wobbly after all the anal sex, but I quickly steady myself. I walk outside again and stand near one of the cameras.

“Red. Return to Base and take your lunch break,” comes the robotic order.

I’ve lost track of time so I don’t know whether my break has been rescheduled or not. Mistress Stella is waiting for me when I arrive at the Base and repeats the process from my earlier break. She removes the wad of money from my cunt and counts it in front of me. Two hundred and eighty dollars. I nearly faint in surprise. Mistress Stella posts the notes into my locker and proceeds to unbind my arms and remove my bridle, collar, hood and gag. I have about twenty minutes to eat my lunch and use the facilities before I will be prepared for my next two hour stint.