Chapter 26

I could feel the warm sperm literally dripping out of my stretched asshole. I was bound and gagged, my eyes covered by a leather mask and I'd just been fucked. I didn't know if I was frightened or excited, if I wanted to scream for help, or just feel another person's touch on my throbbing girl cock. I was confused and helpless and I gave a low muffled moan as I felt someone else behind me, taking advantage of my vulnerability with my left leg pulled high in the air, a rope bound at my knee. Another rope held my wrists together, stretching my arms in the opposite direction and pulling me low so that the weight of my breasts pulled at my soft brown skin.

It was another man, another stranger pressing his cock to my hungry hole and thrusting upward with a soft grunt of pleasure. His steely prick seemed to burst inside my well fucked rectum, spilling more of the first man's seed to run down my right thigh and drip onto the floor beneath me. He fucked my boy pussy easily, making me squirm and tug at the ropes holding me tight while I rolled my hips, grinding my tight ass against him. I had no idea if this was supposed to be a reward or punishment. It seemed to be both and likewise I couldn't know if my Mistress had sent these men to fuck me, or if they'd just found me and decided to take advantage of my unfair situation.

Whatever was going on, I was beginning to enjoy it immensely and I wished only that the man fucking me would reach for my penis and bring me off with him. My arousal was a subtle torture as my cock waved stiffly with every move I made. I could feel it tugging at my goin, the swollen muscle pulling at my balls it seemed, and I was desperately seeking release. This man was ignoring me however, like the first guy, and he was just using my asshole to stroke himself off, fucking me hard and fast so that I could hear his heavy breathing faintly through the leather covering my ears.

He came too quickly it seemed to me, after only a few minutes and groaning loudly to announce his orgasm. I felt his hot semen flooding my already well-lubricated bowels. He pulled himself away and immediately another man replaced him, this one decidedly much thicker and longer, and his cockhead lunged inside my rectum, finding my tender prostate and finally pushing me over the edge. I came hard at his entry, my cock jerking wildly and I felt my own semen falling onto my leg and foot as I balanced beneath him. If the man noticed he didn't say anything, he just stroked the flushed skin of my uplifted thigh and fucked his large cock in and out of me, making me shiver with pure pleasure. My girl cock spasmed for a long while and even after I'd cum it stayed hard and my desire for sex didn't diminish at all. I'd cum three times that evening and I was still eager for more.

This man took longer to climax and when he did his male organ felt huge as it pressed against the confines of my aching rectum. The unmistakable sensation of being suddenly bathed in hot semen was welcome and I savored every moment of it in the dark recess behind my mask. I imagined it was over then, although why I had that expectation I couldn't say. Probably because my ass muscles felt almost numb as they'd been stretched too far for too long. I was sore and greasy inside, my asshole feeling overfilled with man cum. Three men in quick succession would be enough, I thought, but he was replaced a moment later and I was being fucked once more.

My Mistress had to be arranging this, I thought, but my feverish mind couldn't reason beyond that. I was barely aware of voices, weak and indiscernible, but present nonetheless and I realized there were other people in that odd alcove where I was bound and helpless. They were watching me as I was fucked repeatedly; when one man would finish in my ass, another would take his place almost without pause. I was being gang-raped, it's the only word for it as I had no chance to refuse what was happening to me. I could only submit to the pain and pleasure and even humiliation of it as I was being used for little more than the masturbation and amusement of others. But of course, with the permission of my owner, I could never be raped and I took comfort in knowing Miss Corinne must have been there as well.

My asshole was stretched and gaping sometime later, after the seventh or eighth man had finished with me, and still there were more. I lost count of the number of times I was fucked, which seems silly, but it was true. The memories and sensations all blurred together and I was hopelessly confused anyway. Sperm was spilling from my ass freely and the inside of my right leg was covered with the remains of all that sex. I was loose and sloppy and more often now the men fucking me would slap my ass and complain with laughing voices that I wasn't very tight. They fucked me harder, pounding my asshole violently as if to punish me for my well-fucked condition and I was incredibly sore, wincing and gasping at all the thin air I could reach through my gag.

At last, as I felt ready to pass out from the exhaustion of being bound and used that way, I heard my Mistress' voice close by my ear and felt her gentle fingers moving along my sweat soaked skin. The last man had finished with me apparently and there was no one to replace him. I felt Miss Corinne's hand slide down to my ass and then her fingers, three of them, maybe four, slipping easily inside my anus. I was so stretched by then I barely felt her fingering my rectum and she could have fisted me probably, but I was glad she didn't.

"How many cocks had you tonight, Danielle?" she wondered with a soft laugh and I shook my head because I had no idea. "The delight you give me, darling. Oh! How I do wish you were only mine."

Miss Corinne was letting me go, adjusting the gag first and loosening the valve so the air rushed out of it and I could breathe easier. She unstrapped the mask and I blinked at the bright light and my mouth was tired and dry, aching as it had been forced wide around that gag. I drank cool air into my longs and smiled with dizzy gratitude at my Mistress. We were alone then, I realized, the other people I'd heard were gone now and I wondered insanely if I'd only imagined them.

My Mistress released me slowly, carefully and gently, and I just sat down on the floor. My left leg was stiff and weak and my right leg ached from standing on it for at least an hour I was sure, probably longer. She untied my hands and I rubbed my wrists and stretched, and worked my mouth because I could barely close it by myself. I felt like, I don't know, as if I'd been in a train wreck or something. A fight maybe, and my asshole was leaking sperm like crazy, a puddle of it forming beneath me on the hardwood floor to mirror the one that had been made beneath while I'd been fucked. There was cum everywhere it seemed, a lot of semen, and I looked at it incredulously knowing it had all been once inside my ass.

"How do you feel?" Miss Corinne asked, smiling down at me and I just rolled my head on my shoulders and giggled weakly.

There was nothing I could say. I'd been fucked by a dozen men, I thought, maybe even a few more than that, but twelve was a good enough number and my asshole felt like it was turned inside out. It hurt now, my muscles protesting the emptiness inside me as much as anything else, it seemed. My anus felt puffy and swollen and there was no way I could find to sit comfortably, but it was impossible for me to stand just then.

My Mistress merely nodded and I suspected she'd gotten exactly what she wanted from me on this particular evening. She looked very pleased with herself and for that I was grateful and would have eagerly suffered such treatment again.

"Hmmm ... Still hurts?" my Master asked me and I was laying on our bed, on my tummy while he massaged some of that cool balm around and inside my tender anus.

"A little," I sighed and it was morning, the next morning and I was supposed to be going to school.

"How many men fucked you last night?" he wondered with a soft chuckle and his fingers felt good.

"I don't know, Master," I swallowed hard. "A lot. I think."

"I think so too," he said and I was just happy he wasn't angry with me for taking all of those men bareback like I had, although he had to know I didn't have much choice in the matter.

"Are you going to work?"

"Soon. I have time for this, don't worry."

"I have to go to school," I moaned into my pillow and wriggled my butt a little around his finger.

"Stay home today," Mr. Reiser suggested, sliding one long digit in and out of my asshole slowly. It was unbelievable how good such a simple thing could feel and I sighed happily.

"I will if you will," I giggled. "We can do other things."

"Heh!" he grunted playfully. "Besides fuck you mean?"

"Uh-huh," I nodded with my chin buried in the pillow beneath me.

"No, I have work to do." Mr. Reiser pulled his finger out of my butt slowly and then reached down to play with my balls for a moment, rolling them nicely in his big soft hand.

"I have a math test."

"All the more reason to stay in bed then," my Master murmured, bending low so he could kiss the soft bit of skin between my anus and my balls, making me shiver for him.

"No..." I turned over slowly so he could see how hard his attentions had made my cock, " ... I want to get it over with."

"Hmmm..." Mr. Reiser's blue eyes were bright with his good humor, " ... Well, I can't let you go to school like that."

"Like this?" I grinned, knowing exactly what he meant and then I gasped as he leaned over me, taking my penis into his mouth.

I loved the way my Master sucked my cock and I tried not to mess up his neatly combed hair, since he was already dressed and fixed for the office, but I couldn't help it. His warm wet mouth just seemed to envelope my girl cock and once he had it, Mr. Reiser didn't let it go. He kept it in his mouth, sucking and working his tongue around my penis while he played with my balls. I couldn't help but hold him to me, lifting my ass off the bed as I tried to get even more of me inside him, but that was impossible. He had every inch of my penis between his lips and I was going to cum quickly because after two years together my Master knew all my secrets.

"Ohhh God ... yes ... yesssss..." I arched my back a short time later as I felt my orgasm release.

My balls were jumping in my velvet soft scrotum, the sperm inside being pulled into Mr. Reiser's mouth as he swallowed quickly and easily, not missing a drop. He squeezed my hairless testicles gently, as if milking me for more. My Master did love the taste of my cum and the man went down on me often, enjoying that sort of lovemaking almost as much as he did fucking me, I suspected. He certainly didn't mind giving me a quick blowjob before work. He did it nearly every morning and if I wanted to fuck him I had to make sure I was up early enough to catch the man in the shower. Usually I was awakened with his mouth around my girl cock and his fist around my balls, and that was nothing to complain about, although I did think it should have been my job to do that for him.

Mr. Reiser saved the last little bit of my climax and put his mouth on mine so he could feed me my own semen. We always did it like that, kissing long and deep at the end of our sex, and I sucked his spermy tongue clean, swallowing every trace of our lovemaking I could find and then going back into his mouth for more. It was fun and it made my heart thump madly beneath my heaving breasts. I did love him so much that it hurt sometimes; just saying goodbye in the morning was something I disliked intensely.

"I love you, Master," I whispered as he pulled himself away, and he was running late for work now.

"I love you, Dani," he told me, sucking his lips and straightening his suit. "Don't go to school if you don't feel like it, okay? Just stay home."

"We'll see," I smiled and watched him leave without another word.

"Is it okay if I suck it for you today, sir?" I asked Mr. Davis, giving him my best bedroom negra act, all sweet and seductive. "I really wanna eat your cum."

"Ohhh..." my math teacher licked his lips and nodded slowly, " ... Yeah, that's okay, Dani."

He'd been watching me all through class, mostly because I couldn't sit still. My ass didn't really hurt, it was just sore and uncomfortable. Getting gang-fucked wasn't quite as much fun as I sometimes imagined it would be, at least not the next morning. But I had enjoyed it nonetheless and Miss Corinne had given it to me as a reward, I was sure. Anyway, I'd been restless during class and so I'd been accidentally flashing Mr. Davis my pink panties for an hour as I tried to get comfortable. He hadn't minded.

"Mmmm ... I love your cock," I sighed, slipping down to my knees for the man and I thought maybe if I brought him off quickly I might even get a little lunch afterwards. A real one, I mean.

"I love you." Mr. Davis stroked my black hair out of my eyes. "Have you thought about..."

"Shhh..." I wrinkled my nose at him, " ... You promised, remember?"

"Yeah ... Ohhhhh shit..." He closed his eyes as I took his hard cock into my mouth, sliding my lips down the length of him slowly while my tongue wriggled beneath the head.

Mr. Davis really was excited, I realized, and I had the happy thought that maybe I should flash him more often. I could feel his heart racing through the small veins and heavy muscle in his penis and I worked to get him nice and wet, all slippery so I could take him into my throat and make it real good for him. I pulled his balls free of his trousers, rolling them lovingly in my hands while I mouthed his cock and this wasn't going to take long at all. After just a few minutes he was holding my head in his hands, my white teacher fucking my black mouth while I held my throat open, letting his cock slide between my tightly stretched lips until his balls pressed against my chin.

"I'm going to ... Cum ... Fuck..." He was breathing hard and trying to hold back, but I knew his buttons just as well as my Master knew mine.

I tickled his cockhead with the tip of my tongue, just under the glans at that soft V-shaped spot where the man was especially sensitive. and Mr. Davis lost it completely. His cock suddenly loosed its load of creamy spunk into my eager mouth with rapid jets that I swallowed quickly, enjoying the man's flavor as always. He really was almost sweet that way, his semen salty but not bitter the way some men are. His ball juice settled into my tummy with a delicious warmth that was probably just my imagination as much as anything else. But I did love eating man cum.

"Was I good, Mr. Davis?" I smiled up at him a few moments later, licking some of my teacher's semen from my lips and smiling at him playfully.

"Oh, Jesus, Dani ... Yeah, baby..." he nodded, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand.

I cleaned his cock with my mouth and tucked my teacher's penis back into his trousers before he could get hard again and then stood up slowly, tugging my short skirt back into place. It was pleated and emerald green and brand new. I liked the way it was loose and moved with my ass and hips when I walked. I fixed my top too, although it was just a plain white halter, thin enough so my nipples could be seen through it, and Mr. Davis reached for my left breast, squeezing it gently while I smiled at him. He never wanted me to leave.

"I'll see you later, okay sir?" I stood tip-toe and gave him a kiss.

"Yeah, okay," he nodded and let me go reluctantly. I was a little surprised he hadn't tried to keep me longer, but he had cum a lot so hopefully he was satisfied.