Bisexual Orgy, Part 3

(If you haven’t already, read the other 2 parts first.)

As me and Miranda walk into the kitchen, I can’t help but noticing that it seems like a kitchen from some fancy restaurant. This place is so big, it seems like it could hold the entire party in this room. We look around for a second and I ask some girls who are standing there “Where do we get some drinks?” Miranda did’nt know. Tommy got hers for her last time. They point us to what I guess is the fridge, even though it looks different, right beside the wine cabinet. I start to turn around and ask her what she wants but she’s already gone so I fix a drink and start to mingle a little. After a little getting around, a certain girl catches my eye.

She has somewhat of the fetish goth chick look going on with long, black hair, makeup, piercings all over, and some wild tattoos on her arm and belly. She’s a little taller than me and hot! She looks like a dead ringer for Jennifer Love Hewitt but with what is obviously fake silicon pornstar tits that are about the size of two basketballs as they shake with her slightest movement. Standing on either side of her are two very well hung, rugged, muscular twins with black greaser hairdos. Both are wearing dog collars and she holds their chains, as they must be her slaves. And the cigarette she keeps dragging on only adds to her sexual appeal in my eyes.

Anyway, she catches me eyeing her and curls her finger motioning me over. I’m feeling myself rise as I approach her to say something. But she just stops me and says “Cut the shit, honeybuns. You want me so bad you can taste it, don’t ya?” She says “Well ya know, you are kinda a cute little slut, but you have to understand. If you wanna play with me you have to play by my rules….Shut up! Don’t interrupt me again.” She takes another drag, laughs, and tells me to follow her as she walks down a hall with her slaves in tow, following behind her as she pulls me along by my dick. She stops in this one average sized room. There is one couch, a couple of tables and a picture in an otherwise bare room.

She orders the slaves to sit side by side on the couch and then led me before them and pushed me saying forcefully “On your knees! You know what to do. And I better see you choking.” I hesitate at his organ as they are larger than anything I’ve dealt with. She yells again “Now!” and applies a sharp crack to my ass with a whip. “I know about your fetish. I can just tell. It really got you hot to see me taking a drag off my cigarette with this dirty mouth, did’nt it? If you are good little toy, I promise you will be rewarded.” So I start sucking one of them at the head as fast a pace as I can muster while jacking the other. I am getting really turned on by the flesh of the hard, throbbing dickmeat in my mouth and the other one in my hand. “Deeper! I want to see you gag!” She cracks my ass again with the leather. I start to try as hard as I can to reach the bottom of what must be at least ten inches of this large veiny shaft. I switch off to the other guy and as soon as I do, she’s right on top of me with her breasts pushing down. I reach the base quick, almost heaving. “Yeah, that’s it.” She starts to let me up as I adjust to get the hang of it. I try to lift my head for a quick breather but she says “I didn’t say you could stop yet”. I’m still in tears from the gagging when she orders him to stand with my mouth still on him. Then she comes behind me and holds my head as he starts to pound away at my throat like it’s my ass or a pussy. I’m throwing up almost as drool is flowing out of my mouth an flying all over, then he cums in my mouth so hard, I cough and some of it spills out of the sides of my mouth with tears streaming down the side of my ‘cute’ little face from gagging. She tells him to stop. “Swallow, cutie. Every drop”. He pulls out and pushes the cum around my mouth in with his dick as I suck the head for a second, drinking the last remains. She then orders me flat on my stomach on the couch with my ass in the air.

“You’re gonna get stuffed, boy. You ready?” The two slaves start oiling my ass and after a few minutes of heavy fingering, I must have been ready to squirt from the slightest touch. I’m wondering if all this is necessary. ‘What am I being prepared for?’I think. She yells “Stay still!” She orders a slave to enter me. “Now”. I flinch as he is huge but nothing I can’t handle. She tells the second male “Your turn, slave!” She then bends over ,whispering in and nibbling at my ear, “I wanna see if you’ll stretch”. She wips my bare ass once again. I start to struggle but he held me down as the mistress reminded me of the deal. I feel the second male’s pulsing erection poke around my hole as it rubs against the first guys cock and he slides slowly in, only able to reach halfway, as I’m barely able to stand it as is. As he slips in, I’m in total pain and they pump as much as they can. She yells “Fuck his cute little ass!”. I’m thinking ‘If this keeps up I’m not going to be able to sit for a while’. Then all of a sudden they can’t hold back as they both blast my ass so full of cum it explodes out and overflows onto the couch.

They pull out and she asks “Do you want me?” with an unlit cigarette dangling from her mouth. With a wicked grin she adds “You must do one more thing. You must clean up every drop of cum that was spilt, with your tongue.” As the boys get up, I do feel somewhat relieved. So I start to suck what’s left on their sweaty dicks before gathering what was left from my ass. She then makes me lick the couch and I think that’s it. But she just grabs me by the cock once again and shows me where I spilt some on the floor as I was giving head earlier. ‘She can’t expect me to lick that, can she?’, I was thinking. I felt the lash as she told me “I’m waiting” After I licked that nasty floor clean, she looks very satisfied with her dominance. “Gooood little whore” she says “There’s a toothbrush and paste in that bathroom. Go ahead and clean up”. So I wash and rinse out my mouth for at least five minutes and come back………….