Chapter 62

I quickly recovered from the excitement as best I could, and kept thrusting in and out more and more. I was also slowly walking her towards the nearest wall.

With things settling down, sort of, I returned to the issue of the tears streaming down her face. “You’re crying? Why? Is it bad?”

I was going to say more to reassure her, but she exclaimed, “You’re kidding, right?! How could I NOT cry?! First off, just getting your huge donkey cock in me was a painful ordeal.”

I began slowing my thrusting, intending to pull out.

“NO!” She reached towards our joined privates. “Don’t stop! Don’t pull out! For the love of God, no! Let me finish, okay?”

I nodded. I kept to a slower, gentle thrusting pace, just to be on the safe side.

“It’s an ordeal, but the very best kind! I came hard the first minute and it’s been like one endless orgasm since! I wear these tears as a badge of pride, just like I cry when I suck your cock! But more than that, I’m crying tears of joy! Tears of ecstasy! Tears of rapture! Don’t you dare stop, or I’ll get mad!”

Showing she meant it, she took more of the lead, thrusting and gyrating until we were going at a faster and deeper pace. She hugged me tightly. “That’s better!”

“The Sea of Love” just came to an end, and a new song was beginning. It was a very lively and funky song. It took a few seconds, but then I recognized it: “Sex Machine” by James Brown! How fitting!

With the crying crisis resolved, I looked around to make sure nobody else had entered the room. In so doing, I ended up looking over to Cynthia without really wanting to. I couldn’t see her face in the darkness, but I could see her giving the thumbs up in our direction.

I gave the thumbs up back. How cool! Phew! A lucky break! We might not end the night in a jail cell after all.

But Cindy didn’t know that. She was reeling and hanging on for dear life, while I was thrusting into her more and more. She had her eyes closed, now that we’d stopped talking, so she’d missed the thumbs up signal altogether.

She was still crying profusely, though it was more of the silent kind than all-out sobbing. I wasn’t used to that and it was disconcerting, even though the joy was clearly written all over her face. Mindy hadn’t cried during sex for years and years, but then again she was well-accustomed to my unusual size. I decided I’d just have to grin and bear it and hope that Cindy (and Sue Ellen) adjusted soon as well.

I’d been trying to fuck-walk us to the wall, in hopes of using that as a crutch to hold her up, since there was nothing even remotely approaching a bed in the room. I soon got us there, to my tremendous relief.

With Mindy and Ruby’s help, some readjustments were made that amounted to turning Cindy around on my cock until her totally nude body was bent over at a ninety-degree angle with her hands outstretched on the wall in front of her.

Mindy commented, “What an OUTRAGEOUS position! Could Cindy look any more like a total, shameless slut?! We’re in the middle of a public dance hall! But you know what they say: in for a penny, in for a pound.’ Although in this case it should be ‘in for a penetration, in for a pounding!’” She chuckled at her own word play.

Cindy wasn’t amused at all, since she was so utterly humiliated, as well as nervous, excited, and out of her mind with lust. But I knew my devious wife, and I realized her words were deliberately designed to arouse Cindy (and me) even further by heightening her sense of slutty humiliation. It was definitely working.

My hands ended up on Cindy ass, and I remained fully sheathed in her, doggy-style. With her head and big breasts dangling down and her arms outstretched to the wall, she looked completely submissive, completely defeated. Clearly, she didn’t want to be totally nude in a public place, but she had no choice in the matter.

Yet at the same time, she seemed fully energized and aroused. Despite her tremendous humiliation, she was craving to get fucked some more right here, right now! She spread her legs wide and braced herself for my renewed assault.

I started to thrust in and out to the funky rhythm of James Brown.

I saw Mindy kneel down, still fully dressed, and bring her head right up next to Cindy’s. She brushed away some of Cindy’s red hair covering her ear, and started whispering. I have no doubt that her words were meant to make Cindy still more wildly aroused, but there was no way I could catch a word of it.

Then Ruby draped herself against my back and started doing a similar thing to me. She started with a simple fact, but said it with great excitement. “I love that you’re fucking my mom! You’re really fucking Mom!”

As I pounded Cindy, in and out, Ruby went on, “This is soooo cool! I can’t wait to tell Michelle! Mom is TOTALLY gonna be a life-long cock slave now. Just look at her. She’s toast! Look! I think she’s cumming! You see how her whole body’s shaking? Daddy, you’re FUCKING her into SUBMISSION! This rocks!”

Ruby was bouncing up and down so much that she had to hold her bare breasts in place. “I can’t believe you’re fucking Mom while she’d buck naked, in PUBLIC! And you’re fully clothed and in total control! Oh, it’s so perfect! Then you’re gonna bust my hymen next! And then Mom and I are gonna be your slaves forever! Your latest big-titted sex toys! You’ll fuck us both daily, in every hole! And Michelle too! Oh, and Sue Ellen! Oh my God! Just listen to that passion! Isn’t it beautiful?”

She was referring to the cries of passion Cindy was making.

Cindy didn’t just feel like she was being split in two, she sounded like it! All we could do was hope that there was nobody in the nearby bar or anywhere else within hearing range, because she had lost the ability to restrain herself. She was gasping, grunting, and panting non-stop. That wasn’t so bad, but occasionally another orgasm would hit her and she’d let loose with more full-throated screaming. Even over the loud funky music, her screams filled the room.

Ruby had to talk louder to be heard, even between the screams. I heard her saying, “ ... your sex toys all lined up! All in a line, your SEX SLAVES, ready to be taken, and tamed, and controlled! Just like you’re controlling Mom, bending her to your will with your massive COCK! Oh my God, I’m so hot, I’m cumming too! But look at Mom! She’s cumming non-stop! Non-stop! I want that! I’m next!”

It continued like this for who knows how long. Ruby continued with an increasingly breathless torrent of lewd observations while Mindy no doubt did the same to Cindy. I did have just enough awareness after a while to notice when “Sex Machine” ended and “Tear the Roof Off This Sucker” by Parliament / Funkadelic came on. (It’s the song from the 1970s that goes: “We want the funk, give up the funk, we need the funk, we gotta have that funk.”)

I was praising Cynthia in my mind because the tune turned out to have a really great fucking beat and vibe. I was having the time of my life as I pounded deeper and deeper and faster and faster into Cindy.

How could a situation be even more arousing than this one was for me? I sure don’t know the answer to that, because I was higher than the highest high! I was truly totally drunk on lust!

When my orgasm finally came, there was no sudden surge of great pleasure, because I was already feeling that much pleasure! It was literally business as usual, as I started to shoot my load into her. That might make it sound like my orgasm was some kind of let-down, but it wasn’t. I grunted and thrust and yelled and exulted as I felt rope after rope cannon out of my erection and into Cindy’s tightly sucking tunnel.

It was at that moment that it somehow occurred to me that I was most certainly NOT wearing a condom, and Cindy probably wasn’t on birth control since she hadn’t been on a date in over six months. MY GOD! I could be knocking her up! I could be creating a new life! While fucking my wife’s naked best friend, with her standing by and approving! And in a public place, no less!

I thought that my feelings of pleasure were maxed out, but with those new thoughts I discovered I could feel even MORE euphoric and aroused! In my mind, I’d just impregnated Cindy, while my cum continued to forcibly pump its way out of my cock in powerful jets.

Cindy’s body had been slowly sliding down during the fuck, despite Mindy’s best efforts to prop her up, and she’d wound up on her hands and knees by the time I started cumming into her. When it ended, she simply collapsed, as if dead, and sprawled out on the floor, nude and drenched in sweat and cum.

Mindy knelt down beside her and stroked her hair comfortingly, while Ruby practically staggered over to pick up her mother’s dress from where Mindy had tossed it. All the women seemed dazed, like they’d just survived a hurricane.

By contrast, I still felt great! I was standing straight and proud, feeling pumped up, and high on life! I was almost ready to say, “Bring on another one!” although to be honest I wasn’t quite THAT ready. My flaccid penis might have had some protests about that. But I was mentally cranked up, at least. I had just fulfilled another long-held fantasy, and the pleasures were so great that my objections to living a harem master lifestyle were fading away.

Ruby and Mindy looked surprised as they watched me stroll over to the table where I’d left my drink, my long-forgotten glass of rum and Coke that I’d gotten from the bar in what seemed like several lifetimes ago. I took off my jacket as I got to the table.

Damn, I’m hot and sweaty! Fucking tight Cindy cunt is hard work! I snickered to myself.

However, after another minute or so, exhaustion started to catch up to me. My dick went flaccid, and I tucked it back into my pants. Then it seemed like my whole body went flaccid as well, and suddenly I was having a hard time just standing. There were no chairs in sight, and I was too proud to sit on the floor, but I leaned a hand on the table and struggled to keep looking “cool,” as my knees seemed to turn to jelly.

I suddenly remembered Cynthia, but I was afraid to look her way and see what she was doing. I want really worried anymore that she’d get us in trouble; it was more that I wasn’t ready to deal with anything else just yet.

Somehow, I managed to stand there alone, nursing my drink for a couple of minutes, while Mindy and Ruby were still helping Cindy recover. But all the while my body continued to come down from its adrenalin high. I still felt great, overall, but I had to realize my body had limits. I wasn’t a kid anymore.

From time to time, I looked over at Cindy, still being dressed and held up by the others. She looked soooo sexy, even after they’d managed to redress her. People talk about a “just fucked” look - THIS was a “just fucked” look, from head to toe.

At one point, Mindy turned my way and stared at me like I’d grown an extra head. It seemed she was still incredulous that I’d let things go so far. After all, I was the one supposed to put a brake on the sexual craziness. She seemed to be looking at me in a new way, as if she was recalibrating just how far I’d let her go in fulfilling her cucquean fantasies for me. Uh-oh!

It occurred to me that Mindy was right: there’s no way Cindy would ever back out now, not after an experience like that. She was in this - whatever “this” was - for the long haul.

But the next time I looked at Cindy, I realized she was no longer staring lovingly at me, but rather looking at something or someone just past me. I turned to look at what was transfixing her.

There stood Cynthia, standing just a few feet behind me. She looked abashed as she realized she’d been discovered, and she shyly waved hello to me. Her face was flushed, but she appeared to be relatively calm.

I’d been in a kind of denial about what we’d been doing, and just how far we’d gone, but a wave of guilt hit me then. I said to her, “Uh-oh. You must be angry. I’m terribly sorry.”

“Sorry? Why should you be sorry? That’s easily the most fun I’ve ever had at this job. You guys are a scream!” She laughed.

“But we broke every rule you must have, not to mention at least a couple of laws, I’m sure. We didn’t really mean to go that far, but things just got out of hand.” I winced as I recalled fucking a completely naked Cindy.

“That’s true,” Cynthia conceded. “But you were the ones running the risk, not me. No one else is in charge but me. I’m sure my boss is in bed fast asleep. The room’s so dark that if someone came in I could just pretend I didn’t see what was happening. So it’s no skin off my nose.”

“Really?” I finally gave up the fight to stay standing and sat on the edge of the table. “So there was no risk?”

“I wouldn’t say that. There’s a lot of risk, you crazy man, but it’s mostly on you and your group. Still, the odds of anyone coming in at this hour is very low. It’s 11:30 already.”

I was glad to hear that, because I’d lost all track of time. Cynthia was smirking and smiling, much as my wife loved to do so much these days, and that made me curious about what was on her mind. I asked, “So, did you want to ask me something?”

“No, not really. I just wanted to thank you for the free sex show and then find out what you have planned as an encore. I’m beginning to understand why you have all those mistresses.”

I thought to myself, That’s it?! She doesn’t have any problem with this? She’s not gonna get us in trouble or even ask us to leave? She actually enjoyed watching it? I really am the luckiest fucker in the universe!

I told her, “Sorry, there’s not gonna be any encore. We’re going home. Again, I’m really sorry for having bothered you like this.” I took out my wallet, peeled off a bunch of big bills, and handed them to her. Even though she said she was okay with what had happened, she had mentioned something about considering calling the authorities. I figured some money could only help ensure she didn’t complain to anyone, now or later.

“Thanks!” she said as she looked at just how much money I’d given her. “A free show, AND my biggest tip ever! You’re definitely welcome back, anytime.” She flashed me a big smile.

“Are you kidding me? Our crazy bunch? We’re so out of control that we’re a disaster waiting to happen. I mean, imagine if there had been more people here.”

“Then you probably would have been more careful,” she sensibly pointed out. “But if that worries you, you could rent this space for a night and I could be your private D. J. Then you’d have complete privacy. We’d lock all the doors. And it wouldn’t cost you much more than what you just paid me in tips.” She looked happily at her pile of money, and then put it away.

“Well, that’s an idea,” I said, although I wasn’t sure about it. The risk of discovery is half the fun. We could always dance in the living room, after all. However, it might be interesting if I know it’s rented out and my cock slaves don’t. Hmmm.

I added, “But I’m too tired to think right now. Can I call you and discuss it some other time?”

“Sure.” She handed me her business card.

We talked some more, and I confirmed that my group really was leaving now. So she finally walked off to start packing up her gear.

I knew I didn’t want to think about it just yet, but the more I considered it, the more I liked the idea of renting out the room, and hiring Cynthia as a D. J. What I really liked is the possibility that I could fool my women into thinking it was still a public and open space. Then they’d be the ones all worried while I could go completely wild and know there was no real danger.

I also considered that might give me a chance to fuck Cynthia too. She wasn’t an improbably voluptuous sex bomb like my women were, but she definitely qualified as a cute and very “shaggable” college coed. If my women were a perfect ten on a one to ten scale, she was still a respectable eight or thereabouts.

But then it occurred to me, What am I thinking? I’m getting greedy. I have to draw a line in the sand. I don’t want to give Min any encouragement with that kind of thing, or she’ll run amok with all kinds of crazy plans. Dealing with my lovely bunch of cock slaves will keep my dick completely wiped out in any case. They’re the best of the best, and I love ‘em!

After another minute or two, I recovered enough energy to walk over to my women. I noticed Cindy was standing on her own, and looking fairly recovered too. The music had stopped, so as I got near, Mindy said to me, “What’s going on? Tell the D. J. to play some more tunes. The night is just getting started!”

“No,” I said authoritatively. “The night is over. We’re going home. Now.”

“What? Why?” Mindy complained.

Cindy and Ruby seemed to be of a similar mind as her, which seemed odd to me, because all three of them looked bedraggled, sweaty, and tired.

“Because we went way too far, that’s why,” I replied. I lied, “Did you see me talking to Cynthia the D. J. just now? She was really upset, and I had to pay her a huge tip to smooth things over.” I held up my hand, with my index and thumb less than an inch from each other. “You see this? We were thiiiiis close to having the cops bust us!”

That seemed to sober them up and stop their protests. We gathered up our things and made to leave. I made sure none of them had a chance to talk to Cynthia (who was still packing up her gear), as that could have easily exposed my lie.

I didn’t really need to lie, but I wanted them all a bit frightened so they’d be more careful the next time we started to get a little wild in a public place. Besides, I was already thinking about coming back and renting the place someday soon, and it would help those plans if they didn’t know what Cynthia and I had actually discussed.

We soon left and walked out through the hotel. The place was well lit, but as empty as a ghost town. We didn’t see a single other person, not even at the reception desk.

Mindy noticed a clock on the wall as we made it to the front door. “11:40,” she said.

“Is that all?” I asked, even though I already knew the time. “It feels like it’s two in the morning.” I added that because I really meant it.

Mindy joked, “You know the saying: time flies when you’re fucking your cock slaves into oblivion.”

Ruby said to me, “That’s not a real saying ... YET! It will be for you from now on! Gaawwwd, I still can’t get over what an epic, historic, spectacular fucking that was! And you fucked my mom!”

Cindy said with a sly grin, “Imagine how I feel! My pussy will be feeling that pounding for a WEEK!”

The four of us were all alert as we walked to the car (although I could tell it wouldn’t stay that way for long, since we were all on the verge of crashing). Seeing that I had their attention, I said, “You know, you talk the cock slave talk, but can you walk the cock slave walk? All three of you were very naughty tonight. You got me so horny that I lost my mind, and it was only sheer luck that we didn’t find ourselves in serious trouble. For that, you need to be punished. Each one of you has a hard spanking to look forward to.”

“What? Tonight?!” Cindy asked.

“No, it doesn’t have to be tonight. I admit I’m pretty tired myself right now. But tomorrow, definitely! Do any of you deny that you deserve it? And I’m not talking about some kind of namby pamby sexy spanking, I am talking about a seriously painful spanking to teach you all a lesson.”

I noticed their expressions all changed from lusty anticipation to distress.

But before I could say more, Mindy spotted our car in the lot, and shouted, “To the Pussymobile, Cockman!”

I remembered the “Pussymobile” line when we’d gotten into the car earlier. But no one had mentioned the “Cockman” part, which was a nice riff on the “To the Batmobile, Batman!” line, usually said by Robin on the old Batman TV show. I wryly asked my wife, “How long have you been waiting to say that?

She grinned between her yawns. “About two hours.”

Ruby said with more energy, “Hey, Daddy, if you’re Cockman, I wanna be Bobbin.”

“I’m Pussywoman,” Mindy added cheerfully, playing off the Catwoman name.

“Oh great,” Cindy replied, “I guess that leaves me as Harlequim.”

That last joke nearly went over my head. It took me a moment or two to remember that there was a superheroine named Harlequin, and that “quim” was British slang for pussy. I was impressed at the word play. Cindy always had a good sense of humor, even during her worst times, although she wasn’t a constant joker like my wife.

All these names resulted in a lot of laughs from everyone, and that helped raise the energy level ever so slightly. There were some more comments from the others to Ruby that they too wanted to be “Bobbing” (clearly said with the ‘g’ at the end). But it was just talk, since they were yawning and dragging their feet.

I said to them all, “I want you all to tell me, in complete sentences, how you deserve the spanking, because I don’t want you to try to back out later.”

Cindy spoke first. By this time, we’d reached the car. She leaned up against it, and hung her head down. “I’m sorry, Dan. I really am. I’m not sorry that you fucked me the way you did. That was the hottest thing to ever happen to me, BY FAR! If it costs me a spanking, then so be it. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and I wouldn’t change a thing about it for the world. But I certainly helped provoke you, and I sincerely apologize for that.”