Every emotion, every desire I describe in this story are ones that consume me just like Cloe in this story I ache for these acts of submission. I hope you enjoy this piece of my soul. MFF/F
One of my favorite things is to sit on my back porch swaying softly in the wooden swing my grandfather built. It's large enough for five people to sit shoulder to shoulder thigh to thigh. I love the times when my family comes together. My sisters and I will laugh and swing for hours talking of boyfriends, husbands, and jobs. Tonight I am glad that I'm alone. My thoughts plague me. I'm the only daughter of five girls and three sons who is not married and raising a batch of children of my own.
I want to! I want the sweet normal life with babies and a husband. I already own my home nestled in the side of Mt Rainer. No close neighbors to worry about gives me the privacy I need to try and find who I am. I want to buy a dog, a Saint Bernard but I travel for my job and leaving it home alone for up to a week would be cruel. So I sit alone on my back porch swing, propped sideways, pillows cushioning my back a blanket draped over my legs and hips. A sad sigh escapes from between my lips. "I am so normal!" I shout inside my head. "All I want is normal. That's all I want!" But I know normal leaves me empty. It leaves me disillusioned and unfulfilled. "Damn it!" I had normal. I had that picture perfect life. A fiancé who adored and worshiped me. We had been together several months when he asked me to marry him. Of course, I'd said yes, I was in love. We planned our wedding. Six months and counting. That night I gave him my most treasured gift. He was gentle and sweet but afterwards I only felt hollow. The following months we made love often. I willingly gave him my body and mind but it soon became an act of required service. He tried to coax me into pleasure but I just couldn't respond. Three weeks before the wedding, we called it off. He was never cruel or bitter but his parting words hurt deeply. "There's no enjoyment Cloe in making love to a woman when she's not there making love with you." It has been two years and those words still ring through my head. Oh, it hurts so much to know the failure I am but it hurts even more knowing why. I can be so sexual, so hot and hungry but only in my mind. I can lay sprawled across my bed, my legs spread wide. My fingers soaking wet from my juices as I stroke my clit then plunge them hard deep inside me. I went to a store that sold adult things. I bought the largest dildo I could buy, clamps for my nipples too. When I am soaking wet and painfully throbbing I use them. Now here's my devastating secret. I imagine myself in submission while either a man or a woman often both, use me, use my body in shameful ways. I'm forced to do for them acts of submission so deep when not in the throes of lust I'm horrified I imagine them let alone want them.
Just thinking of the fantasies has me wet and throbbing. I moan a plea of desperation. Not again, please let me become normal. I know though that I'll scream in orgasm only at with the fantasies of submission. I trail my hand up to my breast. Through the cotton t-shirt I am wearing I can easily find my nipple. It's painfully hard, puckered, and waiting to be touched. I scrape my fingernail across it and the welcomed clench of anticipation sings through me. Between my legs warm liquid seeps past swollen lips and soaks into silken panties. I cry out in protest voicing my denial knowing I am lost before that one rasping stroke across my nipple.
I have denied myself this pleasure for several days and now I'm a slave to this craving. My mind slips away deep into a world of sexual totality. My body naked I am kneeling before an unknown man. He is slowly stroking his penis just inches from my mouth. He tells me he's going to bury himself deep in the back of my throat and spray his hot thick cum inside my mouth. Somehow he knows I hate the taste of a mans cum. I hate having a penis shoved inside my mouth. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind licking the head or even sucking just a little of it into my mouth. I don't even mind sucking his balls, but I just don't like giving a blowjob. But! secretly I love the submission of being on my knees with hands buried in my hair, while I'm forced to suck then swallow from the penis being fed into my mouth.
I squeeze my nipple, pinching it hard. Imagining the act of submission sends waves of pleasure through my body and my mind. This is what I secretly want. This is what I desperately need. I am so hungry, swollen, and aching for more. My hand slides lower as I imagine his huge penis pressing past my lips. "Open your mouth for me Little One. Feel my cock as I shove it deep into your mouth." I lift one hand to my mouth and draw two fingers into the moist warmth. At the same time, my fingers slip inside my panties, slipping through golden curls and into burning moisture. The palm of my hand presses against my clit. I rub my palm across my clit frantic with the consuming need to cum. I pull my hand away; I've not earned yet the privilege of release.
I picture again myself kneeling. Slowly deeply, the man is fucking his penis into the depths of my mouth. The sweet pleasure of submission is hundreds of times more sensual that any drug. In my mind, I'm begging him to dominate me, to force me into compliance. With his hands wrapped in my hair, he pulls me to him. His shoves his penis into my mouth and deep into my throat. I gasp for breath but am unable to breathe while he fills my throat. Faster and harder now, he is pulling my mouth over his dick. I know he is close to cuming. I want to fight him, I stiffen against the invasion, but I'm eager for what comes next. Adrenalin floods my system, milky juices flow between my thighs. He is thick and hard, one more stroke maybe two and hot thick cum will explode into my throat and mouth. I hate the taste of cum. I hate having my mouth filled with a cock but worse to have it full of cum and made to swallow it. I imagine him spewing wave after wave of semen into my throat. He pulls back enough to spray the rest across my tongue and fill my mouth. His hands clench in my hair. I instinctively know what he wants but when he says the words defining my submission, I am utterly lost. I bask in the use of me, bask in glorious submission. I suck his cock as commanded, swallowing and drinking his thick semen. I hate the flavor in my mouth but love it and crave it because he demands it. I lick his still hard penis, finding each drop of cum and swallow it greedily.
I ache! My pussy is throbbing so hard. In my mind, I'm begging to stroke my clit. The ache is overwhelming! I slip back into my fantasy. A woman is kneeling at my back. She has been there the whole time but I've been lost in the throes of submission to the man. She cups my breasts. Her fingers closing around my nipples squeezing until I moan with pain. I arch into her hands, the sweet pleasure of pain engulfing me. I look up as the man hands a clamp to the woman. I cry with pain as she closes one over my right nipple. I fight against her hold on me but she's stronger than I am. I am forced to keel there and endure the pain. The woman holds me while the man secures the second clamp over my left nipple. I pant into each wave of pain searing through my nipples. I embrace this though. I want this intense submission. Before I'm ready, before I have control of the agony in my nipples the woman instructs me to kneel on my hands and knees. The position increases the torture in my nipples. I am lost in the sensation of pain.
In my mind, I know what is coming. I anticipate it. My palm slides across my soaking clit. I need this so desperately. Emotionally as well as physically, I need this submission. I squeeze my nipples hard using my fingernails to intensify the pain. I delve completely into my fantasy once more. My behind is burning. The woman rains stroke after sweet stroke across my behind. "This is not for you my Little One, this is purely for my pleasure and for the man whose sperm lies hot inside you," she whispers to me. "Look at him! Embrace the knowledge that he is your master and will fuck you how and when he decides. You will drink his cum and hate it but you are a slave to his desires." Her words were punctuated by the kiss of his belt across my behind. I cringed at the thought of hot sperm again filling my mouth but I basked in the demand for submission.
My panties are soaking wet. The warm wet silk caresses the back of my hand, air leaks past the gaps where panties no longer hug the juncture of my thighs. The kiss of cool air on burning flesh adds to the intensity of my excitement. I try to grasp a hold of my fantasy but can't. The demands for fulfillment scream to the surface and my control is lost. I withdraw my fingers from my pussy and slide them up to my clit. Furiously I begin rubbing myself. It feels so good. I've ached for this, this decedent pleasure. I know exactly how to stroke my fingers over my clit. Instinctively know how many fingers to stretch the walls of my pussy with, I know when. I know the joy in torment, of having several fingers buried inside my ass. I convulse when I cum, the walls of my pussy clenching but that sweet fulfillment is denied instead sweet torture as my fingers spread my tight opening. I scream out my pleasure into the night. The swing rocks with the thrusts of my hips. My legs sizzer open and closed pressing my hand against my clit then releasing it. I'm cumming so hard the tremors wrack through me. Pleasure! I'm engulfed in the sweetest ecstasy known to man.
I let my head fall back to the cushions. I'm exhausted, so spent that my whole body feels as if made of led. I feel like crying though, partly from exhaustion, and the rest? Those tears are from my soul. Those tears are for the woman in me who aches for something I neither understand nor can obtain. I cry from the shame of the depravity of my needs. Cold and weary I slip my hand from my panties and close my legs. I open my eyes and freeze. There's a man and two women standing at the base of my steps. Instantly I pray that they hadn't seen what I knew they had. I try to convince myself it hadn't happened but the gentle waves of pleasure pulsing outward from my clit force reality home. I sat up quickly and covered myself as best I could with the blanket. Unconsciously using it as a shield between myself, them, and what I know we'd all just witnessed.
The man climbs the steps, the boards of the porch creaked as he slowly closes the distance between us. I couldn't believe it when he knelt by my side. He lifted one finger to his lips and shushed me with a breath.
"My name is Jess," he whispered. "I don't want you to be afraid of me. You now what we saw; nothing can change that or make it go away. You were so amazing! I wanted to watch you but I wanted to join you just as badly. I know you're scared but I want you to tell me the secrets of your thoughts. Tell me what you were thinking while you screamed." Oh gosh! This cannot be happening! This cannot be real! Damn it! NO THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING TO ME! I screamed inside my head.
The two women joined us on the porch, and then Jess took my hand and led me into the house. As polite as any southern gentleman he led me to the couch and sat me down. He sat at my side turned slightly facing me. The women sat on the floor. The one with blond hair pressed against his leg her hand resting on his thigh. The second woman captured my attention. Most women with red hair aren't pretty and neither was she but she was cute, very cute. Her eyes were a deep deep blue. She had a cute button nose and a heart shaped mouth. I couldn't help thinking how crazy I must be to notice something like that in a situation like this. In this case, panic must be driving me insane. Jess introduced the women to me. Heather is the blond-haired woman and Alicia is the red head. Jess asks my name and absently I give it to him.
"Cloe, I want you to tell us what you imagined while you were out there on the porch," Jess instructed. Of course, I refused! I'm scared to death but I'm not scared enough to reveal such shame. Jess cupped my face with his hands. "Cloe it's very important that you tell me right now what was running through your mind!"
I meet Jesse's eyes for the first time. Like Alicia's they were so blue. Dark full lashes framed those beautiful eyes. My eyes dropped to his lips. They were full and inviting; a sexy pout turned the corners down but instead of making him look ugly or angry it made him breath taking. Oh man! I cannot believe what I'm thinking. Truly! Truly! I've lost all touch with reality. I raised my eyes to Jesses. "Tell me little kitten, tell me what's inside that beautiful head of yours. Let us inside so we can share your dream." His whispered words tickled against my skin. I looked to the women for refuge but found none. I felt shaken to the core. The walls that had protected me threatened to fall away. A sense of relief flooded through me but it wasn't the relief I wanted. I closed my eyes. At first, the words refused to flow from my lips. Soon as fast as the words formed in my head, they filled the room. I told of the fantasies I embraced. Told of my inability to perform or respond to simple sex. I opened my eyes and locked gazes with Jess as I told him my deepest most horrific secrets. I told him of my fantasies filled with submission and the degradation I craved. The last confessions faded in the air and I dropped my face into my hands and cried. "Please just leave." I whispered. But I knew that would never happen.
Jess pulled me to him and cradled my head against his chest. One of the women hugged my waist while the other woman pressed in close against my back. A cocoon of warmth surrounded me. Insanely I felt safe and loved. Jess tipped my head backward. His lips dropped to mine. This was not reality to me; I'd surrendered to a dream. I welcomed his lips against mine. I caressed his full bottom one with my tongue then gently suckeled, and nibbled with my teeth. Jess controlled the kiss. He delved into my mouth with his tongue engaging me in an erotic dance so blatant in intent I couldn't deny his meaning.
Jess pulled his mouth from mine. "Cloe this is real not a dream. I want you awake and in reality. We were sent here because you'd disappeared for several weeks. You missed your appointment with your counselor. Cloe, I know the pain you're feeling. Feeling disgusted and ashamed because of how you feel inside is not something new. Many people feel self-loathing but you are destroying yourself with it. Our intent was to convince you to come back with us. Now I'm not going to, or at least not yet. With Alisha and Heather, I want to show you the beauty in your needs. We are going to open the doors past your shame and share with you the beauty of want you ask for.
Jess captured my lips once more. I wanted to protest, to refuse his intrusion but I couldn't. My soul cried out for what he promised. My body, ever the betrayer, flamed with anticipation. Jess and the women stood up. For the first time Alisha openly reached out to me offering me her hand in a gesture of guidance. I looked into her eyes as I placed my hand in hers, a blatant plea for help filled my eyes. I was more afraid of the emotional devastation than of physical fear. As I rose to my feet I felt as if I were relinquishing all control, though honestly I felt like control was something I never wanted. Alisha led me into my bedroom, Jess and Heather following behind.
Alisha led me to the edge of the bed and released my hand. "Undress for us Cloe," she instructed. I hesitated. The blanked draped around me offered little concealment but my panties and t-shirt felt like a shield. Both offered a measure of protection more in my mind than in reality. Still I hesitated. My hands shook. Each time I tried to move, to let the blanket fall to the floor I couldn't move. The three of us stood there as if frozen only the sound of our breathing breaking the silence. With each moment that passed I knew I would have to surrender myself and let the blanket fall.
One deep breath, I closed my eyes and opened my hand. Slowly I opened my eyes expecting the worst but all three of them stood as before waiting for me to remove the silk panties from my hips and the t-shirt concealing my breasts. This second surrender would render me fully exposed. My thumbs hooked into the waist of my panties. Dark blue slid off my hips, down over the gentle swell of my bottom. The crotch slid away from my lips. Chilled air caressed damp heated flesh. The silk fabric warmed and darkened by the moisture that had leaked from my core brushed the inside of my thigh as I slid the panties down my legs. At my knees I released them letting them fall into a pool at my ankles. Gracefully I stepped out of the panties. Almost hidden but not quite the patch of silk made dark by my juices betrayed me. Everyone in that room could plainly see how aroused I'd been and the strength of my orgasm. I raised my eyes for Alisha. Somehow she'd become the one I sought for guidance. It was easier to slip the t-shirt over my head but only just a little.
"Cloe you are so beautiful," Heather said. "Remember that always! Remember it and embrace it while we show the beauty of what hungers inside you."
All three of them stepped up to me. My stomach clenched in fear I knew now there was no turning back. It had begun. Jess and Heather turned me around facing the bed then guided me into position. Heather crawled onto the bed, held my head, and upped body pressing me into the mattress. Jess pressed against my lower back and waist. I squirmed around, fighting against their hold, I knew what was coming next, and fear fueled my efforts to get away. The first swat startled me, the second tore a scream from my throat. Measured by seconds apart each swat tore another cry from my mouth. The physical pain fueled tears, the mortification and humiliation caused them to spill from my eyes. Heather leaned close to my ear. "Stop fighting us. Let go of who you think you should be and let us show you that it's ok to be who you are hidden inside." Still I fought them and more strokes burned my behind. Finally, I gave in. I had no strength left to fight. Several more times burning pain splashed across the curve of my behind. My surrender became obvious the spankings stopped and Jess and Heather released me. Jess told me to turn around and sit on the bed. Not wanting the spanking to resume, I complied. My bottom throbbed, burning pain with each heartbeat. Jess stood before me. "Cloe, you're going to put away your sense of propriety. You won't be allowed to hold back anything, no nice pretty words or safe labels." I had no idea what Jess was talking about but I nodded my head in acceptance anyway. "Undress us Cloe," Jess instructed. I can't believe this is happening! I can't undress them! "Cloe, do it now!" Jess commanded. He stepped up to me and pulled me up until I stood before him. He guided my fingers to the buttons on his shirt. Together we slid each one from confinement. My hands dropped to my side while Jess slid the shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His hands slid into my hair clenching, not tight enough to cause pain but tight enough to show me who was in control. He pulled my face close to his. His lips brushed against mine. "Undo my pants Cloe," he whispered against my lips. Then he captured my mouth with his and kissed me. His mouth consumed me. He demanded my surrender with this kiss. He release one hand from my hair and grasped my hand. I flinched when he pressed my palm to the front of his jeans. The telling swell of his size and thickness filled my palm. Jess tore his mouth from mine only long enough to grind out a command. "Undress me!" he ground out between clenched teeth. Violently he recaptured my mouth thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. Forcefully he thrust into me then withdrew; I knew he was showing me exactly what he planned to do to me with his body. My fingers shook violently as I tried to slip the button free. I couldn't stop shaking I fumbled pathetically in my attempts to fulfill Jess's command. Hands covered my shaking ones; Jess's hands were clenched in my hair so it had to be either Alisha or Heather or possibly both. Together we slid each metal button through their hole. They helped me slide his jeans off his hips. Taking his boxers with them, they slid his jeans to his ankles. Jess moved against me, I didn't have to look to know he had stepped out of his shoes and then his jeans. I squeezed my eyes closed to hide from seeing Jess naked. What a childish reaction, futile at best. As soon as he had stepped from his jeans, he stepped in and was now pressed tight against me. He released my hair so suddenly it threw me off balance. He grabbed my flailing and wrapped them behind his neck. I squeaked in surprise when both his hands cupped my behind lifting me to my toes and pressing me hard against him. He was swollen, ridged, and hard but the thing that startled me was how much of him there was pressing against my stomach. Pulling back from my mouth Jess met my startled gaze. "That Cloe is my cock." I couldn't help blushing. Such crude words were only in the deepest depths of my fantasies and I surely didn't say them aloud! "Say it Cloe! Tell me what it is I'm pressing against your belly!" Of course, I stammered. The words refused to become sound. Jess ground himself against me. "It's your cock!" I cried out. "Please, it's your cock." I closed my eyes, lowered my forehead, and pressed it to Jess's chest. With his right hand, he tilted my chin up. "Look at me Cloe!" When I did as he said. "Good girl Cloe," he praised then captured my lips once more.
Jess stepped back from me; his hand fell and grasped his cock. The head was slick and glistened with moisture. I couldn't help but look at him. I couldn't help being awed by the beauty of him. It dawned on me that I wanted him desperately inside me. Instantly I was wet and ready for him to bury himself inside me. Jess stepped away from me. I must have whimpered in protest. "Not yet Little One, you need to undress Heather and Alisha first." I looked to Heather when she stepped up to me. It registered in my mind how beautiful she was. She startled me when she reached out and cupped my face in her hands. "Now undress me Cloe," she said. As Jess had done, she slid her hand into my hair and pulled my mouth to hers. Only in my fantasies had I tasted another woman's lips. I felt dizzy, I felt tingly I felt as if the room were tilted. Heathers lips were so soft. Unlike Jess's who were more firm, more masculine somehow. I wasn't as startled when Jess's hands circled mine. Together we lifted Heathers sweater. She released my mouth only long enough to let us slip it past her head. Our fingers found the claps to her bra, centered between her full breasts. It was quickly released. I made sure my hands stayed with Jess's when he slipped the straps off her shoulders. I tried to pull away when Jess surprised me by placing my hands beneath Heathers breasts them lifting them with our cupped hands.
"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" I screamed in my head. Oh my gosh, she feels so beautiful. My thumbs followed Jess's to her nipples. They were puckered and hard but as we stroked them with our thumbs, they swelled even more. I could feel the darkened circle framing her nipple crinkle beneath my thumb. The need to suck that beautiful nipple into my mouth consumed me. Leaving Jess's guidance, I cupped her breast in my hands. She wasn't large but she filled my hands and more. I ached desperately with the overwhelming need to suckle from her.
Jess captured my hands and led me to the waist of Heathers' jeans. Willingly almost eagerly, I slid the button free. Jess's hands rested on her hips while I slid the zipper down. Surprising us all I dropped to my knees and began sliding her jeans off her hips. My eyes met Jess's, I didn't know when he'd knelt behind Heather, but I was grateful for the approval I saw in his eyes. I pressed the side of my face against Heathers warm flesh. My lips just inches about dark blond curls, I could smell the sweet musky scent of her body. I closed my eyes, breathing in the most erotic fragrance I could imagine. I felt fear. Once again, a wave of denial consumed me. I could not be doing this. Not in real life. The overwhelming hunger to taste and to touch this woman was all-consuming. My eyes flew open and met Jess's. Clearly the panic I felt was evident in my eyes. Jess grabbed my hands and drew me to my feet. He cupped my face in his hands. "It's ok Little One. It's ok Cloe." He kissed my mouth but I was too panicked to respond. Heather pressed herself against my back. Her warm breath, soft lips caressed the side of my neck. I resisted as the screams of condemnation raged through my mind. I couldn't pull free from the screaming accusations. I was becoming lost in my mind.
Jess pulled away from me. He shook me calling me back to reality. "Come back to me Cloe! Look at me! Don't let them beat you, Cloe. Come back to me!" I felt as if I were waking from a thick syrupy dream. Jess hugged tight, Heather pressed in against my back. "It's alright baby," Heather whispered. "It's alright." I let them hold me. I desperately needed them. The horror of my fantasies eats at me every minute. I believed I was nothing better than a person to loath, something so vile because of the hungers inside me. That's why I was hiding. That's why I lived in fear of myself. I knew Jess, Heather, and Alisha knew the evil inside me. I had told them just moments before while we sat on the couch. I had told them and they hadn't condemned me. I couldn't understand it.
Jess pulled away from me. "Cloe it's ok. You are safe with us. I want you to know that but I also want you to know that we're going to break through those barriers and show you how beautiful you are and that the fantasies filling your mind are not bad. They aren't evil and neither are you. We're not going to let you hide anymore." I was crying now but I nodded my head accepting and agreeing with Jess. "Good girl," he whispered. Jess stepped aside so Alisha could step in and embrace me. I was again floored by how adorable she was. She is exactly like the woman I imagined in my fantasies. I felt so drawn to her. It was so right when she surrounded me with her arms. It felt as if blocks were sliding into place. I opened for her as she kissed me. I flowered in her arms and bloomed. This time she guided my hands to her own clothes. This time I led as we slipped the layers of cloth from her body. My hands cupped and caressed her. It was a world of just her and I and for the first time I could open to the person inside me and was honest with myself. Alisha led me to the bed. She sat on the edge and brought my mouth down to hers. One sweet kiss, so pure but I recognized the control Alisha was conveying to me. I knew that she was telling me that from now on I would be given no more leeway. Now I would be allowed no more barriers to hide behind. All my fantasies were laid in the open and I would lean to embrace the submission I carved.
Alisha pressed me to my knees. "These, Little One are my breasts and these are my nipples." She cupped her breasts while saying it, her thumbs stroking her nipples. "Now say it. Touch me and tell me the names while you do it." My hands shook as I lifted them to Alisha's breasts. Hesitantly I cupped them in my hands. These are your breasts. In mirror of her earlier actions, I slid my thumbs over her nipples. "These are your breasts." I pressed a light kiss to her right nipple. Nothing in the world felt as beautiful. I licked the hard nipple teasing it with the tip of my tongue. Then I sucked her into my mouth. She felt so beautiful tasted like heaven. I wanted to stay there forever savor her nipple inside my mouth. "Very good Cloe. These are the names for them and you will call them by those names. Tell me, what Jess taught you are the names for his body." I couldn't help the blush that flamed through my body scorching me to my toes. I knew though, that doing as Alisha commanded was required. What Jess, Alisha, and Heather instructed me to do was a command for obedience. "He said the name for his penis is a cock."
"Good job little Cloe! Now kneel down between my legs." As I knelt Alisha spread her legs. On my knees before her, my face was inches from her. "What's this Cloe," she asked. Her finger slid through her auburn curls, over the mound and across swollen lips. From where I knelt, I could clearly see the drops of moisture clinging to them. Alisha's fingers slid through moisture, pressed between her lips spreading them. She coated her clit with the liquid and gently stroked it while she asked, "Cloe, what is this? Tell me what my fingers are rubbing." "It's your clit," I whispered "and that is your pussy." "Very good! Jess praised from behind me. He knelt at my back, his hand cupping my breast. In his other hand he held his cock and rubbed through the crack of my behind. "What is this Cloe? Feel the drops of cum I'm spreading on you Cloe. I'm so hard and leaking, the anticipation of burying my cock deep inside here is making cum leak onto the head." He pressed against the tight opening. "Say it out loud Cloe. Tell me where you want me to fuck you." "Jess please," I gasped. Please don't make me say it." I waited but no one moved, no one said a word. I jumped when Jess pressed his finger inside me. I convulse around him. Each convulsion bringing a gentle mixture of pain and pleasure. "It's my ass Jess," I relinquish. Jess slide his finger free then resumes stroking me with his cock. I'm slick from the droplets of cum he's spreading across me. I'm scared. I know how he's going to fuck me there. I can't help being afraid but the wave of excitement it brings builds inside me.
I am so... Everything I feel is so intense. Every nerve ending on my body is hypersensitive. Each breath causes my breasts to rise and fall, the movement of air tortures my hardened nipple. I'm soaking wet between my legs and each movement of my legs spreads my juices across my lips. My clit is pure agony, wet and swollen it's squeezed and milked each time I move my legs. The entrance Jess penetrated, the entrance to my ass, it still convulses only now it's pleasure mixed with the pain of need.
"Now it's time to taste my pussy, Cloe," Alisha said. As she lies back on the bed, she pulls my mouth to her. I've tasted my fingers after I've masturbated. I thought Alisha would taste the same. I was wrong. I slid my thumbs through the moisture soaking her lips. Almost instantly, they are covered with her juices. I pressed them against the inside of her lips and spread them. Oh, she is so beautiful! I want to show her how beautiful she is to me. I have to taste her. I have to taste her now, right now. I lower my lips to her and kiss her. Then I lick her essence off my bottom lip and I am lost. Imagining in my mind all the things I'd begged to have done to my pussy I do to hers. I lick her swollen lips first then gently sucked her cream from them. I lowered my mouth, pressed my tongue against the entrance to her behind, and then slowly licked my way to her pool of nectar. I slid my hands under her and cupped her cheeks. Her legs spread wider tipping her pussy just enough for her juices to pour into my mouth. I drink from her beautiful pussy, each sweet drop that flowed from her depths, I savor. Alisha's pussy bucked against my mouth, I pressed my tongue inside her as deep as I could. In my mind I saw us, an erotic dance between my mouth and her pussy. I saw us fucking each other in such a beautiful way. "Suck her clit Cloe. Let her cum in your moth," Jess instructed.
I slid my mouth up to her clit and licked it. Her clit was swollen and hard, it felt huge, I knew it must be painful. Gently at first I licked up and down on it, it pulsed against my tongue. I sucked her clit into my mouth and held it captive while I tortured it with my tongue. I love the way she feels in my mouth and I love the way I feel being on my knees giving her pleasure. I slid two fingers into her pussy, she clamped tight around me. As she crashed into the leading wave of orgasm, I could feel her clit swell even more. I licked and sucked her submersing her in the center of a hurricane of ecstasy. Her screams filled the air. She bucks under me her legs thrashing open and closed. Instinctively I knew when Heather and Jess held her legs spread. I needed to give her all of myself. Honestly, I wanted to do this for both of us. Gently I licked and sucked her while the waves calmed. With each stroke of my tongue I tested her. Finally, she relaxed and began opening for me. Jess and Heather continued to hold her while I liked and sucked her clit. I lifted my mouth from her pussy and watched while I rubbed my fingers over her clit. I know the sweet torture of my clit being engorged and fully exposed. I know how Alisha feels her clit being tortured by my fingers like this. She lifts her hips off the bead. Her head is tilted back, whimpering cries and pleas for release spill past her lips. She is so beautiful! I rub her swollen clit, while two of my fingers stroke deep inside her. She is on the very edge. I know she's desperate. I pull my fingers from inside her and replace them with my mouth. Now I want her to cum. I want her fill my mouth with cum. I rub her with my fingers faster, I know she needs harder but selfishly I make her wait just a bit longer. I lick inside her pussy drinking her cream. I'm grateful Jess and Heather are holding her. She screams over and over. With each stroke, she explodes. I suck her while she comes; drink her thick juices while they flow into my mouth. Gently while she lays there exhausted I lick her pussy savoring each sweet drop of cream that I find. Finally, I lay my cheek against her thigh.
"That was so beautiful," Jess says from behind me. I'd almost forgotten he was there. Jess pulls me around to face him. "That was so beautiful and having your sweet ass pressed against my cock made it almost perfect. I want to bend you across that bed right next to Alisha and bury myself deep inside that sweet little ass. I know you're going to be so tight. You may have used your vibrator in your pussy but I know your ass is still very much a virgin. But don't worry Kitten you're not ready for that yet. Watching Alisha fill you mouth with cum made me want you to drink from me as well." This is one of the most dreaded things for me. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. I can't stand having a penis shoved into my mouth and down my throat. Worse is boiling cum filling my mouth and then having to swallow it is too much. I felt like gagging. It stopped here. I cannot do it; I can't do what Jess wants. Heather stepped behind me and pulled me to the floor. She held me in place forcing me to kneel before Jess. I pushed against Jess's stomach. Heather grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind me. Alisha knelt beside me.
"Cloe, embrace that submissive need you have inside. This is the moment you can freely go. While you suck Jess's cock let the warm wave of submission wash over you. You know that you can submit either way. You can enjoy the depths of submission and how beautiful that feels or you can feel pain and humiliation. One way you obey Jess's command the other way we force you." Alisha explained.
I wanted to just get it over with. In ways, I wanted Jess to bury his hands in my hair and force me to remain still while he fucked himself into my mouth. That was the easy way out. But it would also rob me and everyone in the room of any pleasure. I fought back and forth each time I tried to say ok I couldn't and each time I tried to say no I couldn't. Finally, I let go. I knew the right direction. I wouldn't like having Jess fill my mouth and I might gag while I swallowed his cum but I knew I could feel good while I knelt and submitted to Jess. I nodded my head. "I'll help you through it," Alisha whispered to me. I expected Heather to release my hands but she didn't. Jess gripped the back of my head, holding the shaft of his cock he guided me to him. He pressed the tip against my lips and spread his semen across them. I complied to his order to lick his juices from my lips. He pressed the head against my tongue and forced entry into my mouth. His flavor filled my mouth. Hesitently I explored the head with my tongue. The head felt stunningly soft but hard and frightening at the same time. I was not ready to do this! But I had no choice. Jess guided my mouth down the length of his cock. Slowly he pressed the head across my tongue then into my throat. I gagged, I knew I would. It was only a matter of when. Instead of withdrawing Jess pressed harder against the back of my head seating his cock deep in my throat. I thought about biting him to make him release me, but I knew the ramifications would be severe. I fought against Heathers hold on my wrist, but with my arms pulled behind my back, I was as weak as child. I gasped a breath around Jess as he withdrew. With my tongue, I tried to push him all the way out but he stopped when just the head penetrated my mouth. Slowly methodically, he began a rhythm, deeply penetrating until the head pressed deep in my throat, and then slowly dragging the head across my tongue until it rested on the tip of my tongue just passed my lips. At first, I cried tears of anger, but somehow I became involved in the rhythm instead of just being subject to it. Jess's gentle but forceful dominance allowed me the time I needed to acknowledge the feelings growing inside me. I still hated having Jess's cock in my mouth. I hated the taste of the precum he spread across my tongue. But mentally I'd shifted, it wasn't the invasion or the taste of cum I focused on it became that gut clenching thrill of submission. Jess grabbed the back of my head with both hands now. He increased the tempo and the depth with which he fucked himself into my mouth. Heather held my wrists tighter forcing my arms further behind my back. I cried out around Jess's cock when Alisha's hand cupped my sex. I hadn't realized how soaking wet I'd become and how hard and throbbing my clit was, not until Alisha pressed the heel of her hand against my clit and slid her fingers inside me.
I cried and whimpered around Jess's cock. Never had I felt the emotional intoxication of submission. It overwhelmed me, it consumed and it excited me to a level I didn't know existed and it all mixed together and pooled between my legs. Alisha pressed her palm against my clit and rubbed. One more movement and I would soak Alisha's fingers, just one more stroke across my clit. Instead, she slid her hand from my pussy. "Feel how beautiful it is when you submit. Look inside and see how fulfilling it is having to obey Jess and let him fuck your mouth with his cock. It feels so beautiful doesn't it Little One. It feels so right and you want him to fuck you, you want him to fill your mouth with cum and you want to swallow it because he told you to." Oh my gosh! Alisha is so right. Everything thing she said is true! My pussy is still throbbing and I still need her to touch me. Jess clenches his fists in my hair and shoves his cock deep into my throat. Hot thick cum erupts from the head and fills my throat. My pussy throbs in time with each spray of cum. Franticly I swallow trying to keep up with jets of semen. Cum explodes filling my mouth as Jess resumes pumping his cock into my mouth. It seems as if I swallow rivers of semen, while Jess sprays over and over filling my mouth. Instinctively I lick the shaft and head as the last spurts gush into my mouth. I hate the taste filling my mouth I hated swallowing his cum but the sweet feeling of submission is intoxicatingly erotic.
"Very good little girl," Jess says to me as he pulls me to my feet. "You looked just like a warm fuzzy kitten eagerly drinking my cream. So beautiful, Little One, so beautiful" His hands cupped my face his thumbs stroked my cheeks. My whole body aches with need but his words of praise heal my heart. "You ache don't you baby," he asked. I nodded my head. "You can have your release after you've pleased us, only after you've given us total submission." Jess guided me to the floor and instructed me to lie down. He stretched my hands over my head and held them firmly in place. Alisa knelt between my legs spreading them wide open. My heart is pounded with fear. Heather stepped over me one foot one each side. It felt as if my heart was going to explode from my chest. Heather knelt down straddling me on her knees. She centered her pussy over my mouth. Fear became excitement. I had loved the taste of Alisha's cum and though I hated the taste of Jess's semen I still throbbed from the rapture of submission, now I lay stretched on the floor held in place by Jess and Alisha with Heathers pussy inches from my mouth. I was discovering the joy in being restrained and realized that I would eagerly beg for it. I met Heathers pussy with my tongue. She lowered herself further giving me access past her lips to the pool of juices waiting to spill into my mouth. She tasted so good! I just opened my mouth and let her spill into me. Her pussy is so wet and creamy. I am so grateful she is letting me drink her juices. I felt but didn't register Jess cupping the sides of my head. I was too immersed in the taste of the sweet juices flowing from Heathers pussy. I moaned in protest when she slid her pussy lower on my mouth moving the source of nourishment from my mouth. She centered her pussy so neither her clit nor the entrance to her core were directly over my mouth. I jumped when several drops of liquid splashed against my tongue. A bitter salty flavor filled my mouth. I tried to get up, to pull away but Jess held my head firmly in place. "Drink her Baby; drink this special gift Heather's giving to you. Immerse yourself in the beauty of total submission." Jess instructed. "Immerse yourself in the most consuming depth of submission. Submit to Heather and drink while she spills into your mouth." Jess's words shot to the very core of my soul. I knew what he said was true. I couldn't hide from the knowledge that many times I'd cum screaming with pleasure while I imagined doing this very thing. Heather didn't wait for my submission, instead she pressed her pussy tight to my mouth and released a small stream of warm liquid. I swallowed. I had no choice, physically or emotionally. Jess's hands holding tight to the sides of my head intensified the decedent pleasure of having Heather's pee filling my mouth. The first time I swallowed was the hardest but with each mouthful; I embraced the act of submission more fully. Jess whispered words of encouragement telling me how beautiful it was watching my mouth pressed tight to Heather's pussy and seeing each movement of my neck while I swallowed her hot pee. Earlier I'd licked Jess's cum from his cock and pressed the tip of my tongue into the crescent opening searching for more. Now my mouth was filled with the flavor of Heathers pee, its heat still warmed my mouth and I eagerly sucked and licked her hoping for more.
All the acts of submission I've done have been so erotic. I felt so beautiful being dominated in such erotic and consuming ways but this one act of submission to Heather was the most profound of all. I found my true self.
I licked up the last precious drops as Heather tilted her pussy again and brought her clit into the warmth of my mouth. I knew what she wanted and I wanted to give it to her. Her clit is larger than Alisha's is. I had always thought that women's clits were all the same size but Heathers was definitely larger and it felt so good in my mouth. My pussy clenched and throbbed each time I stroked my tongue over her clit. I pressed my tongue flat against her clit and held it there while she pulsed against me. I wanted her to cum in my mouth. I wanted it to gush into my mouth and fill me with her cream. I wanted her to press tight against me once more and spill hot golden pee into my mouth and with my tongue, with my mouth I begged her for these things. Heather smashed her pussy against my mouth her hips bucking so that she fucked her clit with my mouth. When her clit became too sensitive she tilted her pussy and centered her core over my mouth. Sweet, sweet cum flowed into my mouth, I plunged into her pussy and begged for more. Then in one more display of dominance, she slid her pussy across my mouth, pressed it hard against me, and released another small stream of pee into my mouth. Jess and Alisha released me. I didn't try to get up or even move. I could not move even if I wanted to. I felt so alive laying there. The warmth from submission radiated from every pore of my body. I have never felt so beautiful. Jess instructed me to get up and kneel on my hands and knees. My legs and arms were weak and rubbery but my clit felt huge, swollen, and painfully hard. I couldn't hold back a plea for fulfillment. Like the slave I'd become I begged him to let me cum. Jess told me I was a bad little girl, slaves never ask for anything unless given permission to do so. Again, he told me to kneel on my hands and knees. There were no options, no personal choice; I rose to my knees then to all fours. I had no idea what to expect, especially when Heather fisted her hand in my hair and Alisha lay down and scooted under me, her face centered below my pussy. I hear Jess moving around behind me but Heathers hand in my hair prevented me from moving my head.
Something brushed up the inside of my leg, over my behind and then against my pussy. "Do you feel this Cloe? This is my belt and for being a bad little girl I'm going to spank you with it," Jess said. I tried not to say anything but I held out for less than a minute, and then I begged Jess not to spank me. I promised him and both women that I'd be good. But Jess just rubbed the belt across my pussy then spread the cream that soaked it down my leg.
"See baby, your pussy betrays you. You are so wet and swollen it's impossible for you to hide from me how excited you are. You want this and your body is showing me how much." The first stroke landed across my behind, a scream ripped from my throat. The next stroke landed in the same spot setting me on fire. A haze of pain engulfed me but Jess knew exactly how punish me. Several strokes in one spot then several in another. I had no time to become accustomed to the pain Jess made sure of that. The last three strokes tore scream after scream from me. My legs were spread wide and those last three landed on my pussy the edge of the belt smashing my clit. I convulsed with pain but it had brought me to the very edge of cumming.
Jess knelt behind me. He rubbed his hands over my behind, thighs and pussy. Everywhere he touched felt hot, the heat searing pain. Jess traced the path where his hands had been with the head of his cock. He pressed the head against the opening to my womb. I closed my eyes anticipating, hoping that he'd penetrate me deep and hard. I groaned when he pulled it away and slid it up through the trail of moisture that had leaked from inside me up to the entrance to my ass. He added two fingers coating them in cream and pressing them just inside my ass. I shivered, I knew what he was about to do and it scared me, but each extreme act of submission had brought profound pleasure both emotionally and physically. The taste of Heathers pee still lingered in my mouth; I knew I would beg her to let me drink from her again. I stiffened when Jess pressed the head of his cock against the opening of my ass. Inside my head, I was begging him to fuck me so hard. I needed him to sear me with submission. Jess grabbed my hips with his hands and with one hard thrust spread my ass wide burying the head of his cock deep inside. It hurts so bad! I feel like he's ripping me apart. I'm convulsing around him and each tremor brings more pain. Jess doesn't give me time to grow accustiomed to his size or the intrusion. He pulls out all of his cock including the head then back again, with one hard thrust he seats himself deep inside me. Again and again, he withdraws then forces me open by shoving his cock deep inside me. At first, it only hurts unmercifully it hurts but gradually the pain subsides enough so that it becames a mixture of pleasure and pain. While Jess fucks me, I begin picturing myself on my knees submitting to this possession. It felt so good. It felt so right being dominated so forcefully so completely. Pleasure spread me, my body tingled and a waved of cum built deep in my pussy. Alisha's fingers slid through my cream soaked pussy. She found my clit and began stroking me. The sweet painful pleasure of Jess fucking my ass sent me over the edge too quickly. I cried out with pleasure, wave after wave of release. As the last waves of orgasm crashed through me, I clenched painfully around Jess's cock. He had slowed while I came holding back but now he resumed fucking me hard and deep.
"Feel how submission wrenches you wide open Cloe. Feel how intense the pain can be. But see how eagerly how fully you embrace the humiliations and pain off submission. Feel the consuming completion of that deep, deep submission brings," Jess demanded. "Now feel me explode in your ass Cloe. Feel me shoot my cum deep inside your sweet little ass!" Jess slammed his hips against my ass rocking me forward. His cock thickened, lengthened spread me wider pressed deeper into my ass. I cried out my pussy clenching, I felt every word he'd said. I felt completely open and vulnerable, erotic and sexy totally submissive. Cream spilled from my pussy as Jess's semen filled my ass.
I collapsed in exhaustion but I prayed that tomorrow I'd be forced to do all that I'd done today and more, much much more.
Cloe