Holiday Weeend with My Friends

All characters are over 18 years old.

Any similarity between the characters in this story to real persons, either alive or dead, is purely coincidental. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION PEOPLE!!

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FYI, if you are expecting something similar to my GTO series, this isn't it.

This is a long story heavy with BDSM, Lesbianism, humiliation, and Gangbangs (M/F, F/F, M+/F and F+/F). So far, there is no incest. I haven't decided if the mother and son in this story actually have sex yet. I will say that they will (and already have) engage in simultaneous sexual activity with a third party. This is a story about CONSENTUAL sexual slavery. If slavery of any type offends you, STOP READING NOW! Be forewarned, if you leave a comment or send me a message because you were offended, I will publicly humiliate you for your stupidity.

FYI, I don't live the 'lifestyle', so I'm sure that there are things in this story that don't exactly follow all the 'rules'. This is a fantasy that was in my mind.

Welcome to one of the darker recesses of my mind. There are darker places, but I'm not sure I want to expose them to the light.

FYI, this story is about CONSENTUAL slavery. That means that there are themes (actually, it is the central theme) of SEXUAL SLAVERY. If that offends you, STOP READING! This story contains scenes of BDSM. If that offends you, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN READING STORIES IN THE CATEGORY?

There are characters that are a mother and son, bet THEY DO NOT ENGAGE IN SEX WITH EACH OTHER. They do share another woman, but there is no sexual contact between mother and son. No incest is described or insinuated in this story.

Cast:

Terry - Ruthless lawyer who invites her friends for a weekend of sexual debauchery. She willingly offers herself as the sex slave for the group for the weekend.

Mary - College roommate, former lesbian lover, and best friend of Terry. Secretly dreamed of dominating Terry, now has taken over as the main dominant.

Bob - Mary's husband. He is a doctor.

Jill - Older retired woman. She was a former client of Terry's. She and her husband kept in touch with Terry and became good friends.

Brad - Jill's husband. Falsely accused of insider trading, Terry proved him innocent of the charges and showed that he was framed. He was a former college football player.

Jeanie - Former lecturer who became Terry's mentor. 15-years older than Terry.

James - Jeanie's son. He became like a younger brother to Terry as she worked with Jeanie. He is 18 years old and will be going to college in the fall on a football scholarship.

Holiday Weekend with my Friends Pt. 05

My eyes popped open. You would think that I would be used to waking up with a hard cock wedged between my ass cheeks, a hand holding one of my tits, and one of my hands holding someone else's tit. It took me a minute to catch up with current events. By then, I remembered my duties. I decided that I would mix things up a bit. I recalled that I was not given explicit instructions to actually perform oral sex to wake them up. It just said a morning orgasm. Bonus, I was never actually forbidden from having my own orgasm either. Besides, this was the last day of the weekend.

I couldn't reach the lube without causing too much movement and risk waking James and Jeanie up prematurely. That meant my ass was out. Conveniently, my cunt was already drooling. It didn't take too much adjustment to get James's cock out of my ass cheeks and positioned at the entrance to my cunt. Once that was accomplished, I gently moved my left hand (my left arm was under Jeanie's neck) to her breast and began toying with her nipple. My right hand snaked down her body and began gently caressing her pussy. Having positioned myself properly, I shifted my hips and took his cock inside my cunt.

Thank God for the Kaggle exercises that I had been doing for years. Hard thrusting was out, as that would wake them up prematurely. Instead, I was subtly rotating my hips as I squeezed and released his cock. As I was doing this, I was stroking Jeanie's pussy and toying with her nipples. I grinned when I detected that Jeanie's pussy was getting wet. She even let out a soft hum as her hips began gyrating in her sleep.

I guess that I got distracted in playing with Jeanie. I hadn't let up on James, but I wasn't paying too much attention to him. That changed when I felt his hand move to my hip, then a hard thrust of his cock into my cunt. I turned my head to look back at him. I saw his wide-awake eyes and a big grin on his face.

"You didn't really think that you could get away with making me cum while I was still asleep, did you?"

"No, Sir." I answered. "Since my instructions didn't specifically state a blow-job, I thought that this might be an interesting wakeup call for you."

"Interesting. You do know that you will still need to suck me clean afterwards, don't you?"

"Of course, Sir. I will also have to lick your mom clean as well. Call it a twofer for both of you this morning."

"And you realize that you will also need to deal with the cause of my morning wood, so I don't need to get out of bed to take care of that either."

"As you wish, Sir."

With that, he began to thrust in and out with a vengeance. We were moving quite a bit at this point, and it woke Jeanie up. There was a brief shuffle, and I was now licking Jeanie's pussy as James was on his knees pounding me from behind. Jeanie flooded my face a moment before James let go inside my cunt. I had a nice little orgasm as I felt the first jet of his seed flood my cunt. As James was still spurting inside me, I tasted the sour flavor of Jeanie's pee. I immediately clamped my mouth around her pussy and began to swallow. James's cock was beginning to deflate and pull out of my cunt as I was licking Jeanie clean of her orgasm and pee. As soon as James finally pulled out of my cunt, I turned around and took his softening cock in my mouth. While I was bathing his cock clean of our combined fluids, he relaxed and let loose a stream of piss. I am proud to state that not a single drop escaped and defiled the sheets of the bed.

Mission accomplished. I left them in the bed to recoup from their orgasms. Yes, plural. You really didn't think that I would use my mouth on them and not bring them off again, did you? Seriously, people. It was the last day, and I had a feeling that I would need all the protein I could get. Steak and eggs with a side of sausage was the menu for breakfast. Of course, I got three extra protein shots from under the table as everyone else ate breakfast.

Cleanup after breakfast as I ate my steak and eggs. Should have plenty if protein and energy for today. Little did I know.

"OK, gang." Mary began. "We have all had a lot of chances to try out our slut over the last couple of days. Today is our last day with her. Let's run her through the paces. We got a quick look at what a pain slut she is on Friday, then a few quick glimpses over the last couple of days. Let's delve into that today. We can end the weekend with a fuck-fest, but I want to see how big of a pain slut she really is."

This didn't sound very good for me. Unfortunately for me, Mary didn't miss the subtle moan from me as my body betrayed me by having a small orgasm at her words.

'Traitor' My mind lashed out at my cunt.

'Fuck you, bitch.' My cunt responded. 'You know that we love this.'

'Yeah,' My tits agreed. 'To bad you never got piercings in me. I bet I could cause an orgasm just from getting whipped,'

I began to seriously consider talking to a mental health professional when my cunt and tits began actually talking to me. Then again, that mental health professional would probably take that information and use it against me. Fuck, I orgasmed again at that thought.

The first stop was the tree. I was again bound with my arms above me, and my feet bound to stakes 3-feet apart. As you read in the first chapter, the whipping was done on my ass and back. Not so this time. Sure, they whipped my ass and back, but they also had someone in front of me whipping my tits and cunt.

Mary started out behind me. She had gotten a bullwhip from one of the outbuildings. Jill had found a 3-foot-long leather strap and began with my tits. Mary started in on my ass and back. James picked up a thin switch off the tree and began using it on the inside of my thighs. OK. I'm a full-on pain slut. Sure, the initial strikes hurt like hell, but after the fifth strike, I felt the pressure building inside of me. I really don't know how many times I was struck. I lost count after 20.

"OOOOOHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" I screamed.

I really have no idea if was accidental or on purpose. All I know is that James made a direct hit on my clit with his switch at the same time that Jill landed a blow across my nipples wit her strap. I exploded into a massive orgasm. For a full minute, my body was wracked with uncontrollable spasms. My muscles had minds of their own as they convulsed in pleasure.

"Holy shit! She just squirted about 6-feet!" I barely remembered hearing.

Eventually, my convulsions dissipated to tremors running though my body. Even they eventually died down and left me panting for breath. I felt the afterglow of a massive orgasm throughout my entire body.

"OK. We have just proven that she is a bonified pain-slut." Jill announced. "Still, while that does ger her off, it doesn't do much for us."

"Well, since we only have a few hours left, I suggest that we just use her for the rest of the day." Brad suggested.

Jill took up the suggestion and added her thoughts. "Yeah. How about the guys gang bang her for a while, then us girls can take over while the guys recuperate? We can switch back and forth until it gets close to 8:00."

Hmmmm. I was beginning to detect a conspiracy here. Oh well. It didn't matter. I was a slave, so I did what I was told anyway. Jill's suggestion was universally accepted. Bob, Brad, and James quickly stripped their clothes off. James started off on his back. I climbed onto his cock and slid it into my cunt. Brad was next. He slid behind me and pushed his lubed-up cock onto my ass. Bob then knelt in front of me. I leaned my face forward and took his cock into my mouth. I was, as they call it, Air-tight.

This wasn't the first time that I had taken all three at once. It didn't take long for them to get into sync. At that point, I was no longer a woman. I had dropped into a new reality. I later learned it was called subspace. It is a state of being where your mind goes and becomes completely submissive. You no longer have free will. All you are, is a life support system for your cunt, tits, mouth, and ass. You become a living, breathing sex toy for everyone else around you. You perform any command given to you, no matter how perverted it is.

"SWITCH!" I vaguely heard. No clue who called it.

I do know that all three simultaneously pulled out of whichever orifice they were occupying. Brad's cock was suddenly in my mouth. James was pressing his cock into my ass, and Bob had his cock in my cunt. I could taste my ass on Brad's cock as I sucked on it while Bob and James were pounding my other two holes. My orgasms were a continuous stream of pleasure. As soon as one would start winding down, another would break over me. The only pause in my orgasms were when they would all pull out simultaneously and switch places. Occasionally, one or the other would slow their pace a bit. On reflection later, I realized that they were doing that to pace themselves. They would get close to cumming, and slow down to hold off. Finally, after the last switch of positions, I heard one of them call out "NOW!". They all three began hammering into me with a vengeance. As it turned out, they were back in their original positions. I no sooner tasted the first string of Bob's cum on my tongue, when I felt Brad fire off deep in my ass. James then began unloading in my cunt.

Being the good slave that I am, I wearily rolled over onto my hands and knees, turned around, and sucked Brad and James clean. A good slave always cleans her toys when she's done with them. After that, they allowed me to rest. I must have passed out from exhaustion, because I woke up about an hour later on the couch.

No rest for the wicked. A couple of minutes after my eyes opened, I was riding Jill's strap-on as Jeanie buried her strap-on in my ass. Then, Mary pushed her strap-on into my mouth. It should be mentioned that all three strap-ons were the double-ended type that gave the wearer pleasure as well as the one being fucked. This was a repeat of the guys, in that they switched positions ever five minutes. The same as with the guys, the one fucking my ass moved to my mouth. The one fucking my cunt moved to my ass, and the one in my mouth moved to my cunt. This way, there would be no harmful bacteria transferred from my ass to my cunt that could cause an infection. By the time any of the cocks or dildos got to my cunt, I had thoroughly cleaned them with my mouth. It wasn't a big concern, since I was giving myself daily enemas to keep my ass clean, but still it was good to know that Mary was concerned enough for me to take the precaution.

So, the difference between being gang banged by guys and girls is that, generally speaking, once the guys shoot off, they are done for a while. Women can keep going and have multiple orgasms with out their dildos ever getting flaccid. Once a guy cums, his cock deflates until he is given time to recover. Plastic never softens. A woman wearing a strap-on will only stop when she wants to, or she is too tired to continue. I'm pretty sure that they had discussed it and came to an agreement that they would continue to fuck me until they had each orgasmed in each of my holes. I, of course, orgasmed multiple times.

After the women had all orgasmed while fucking each of my holes, I was allowed to rest for about half an hour before I made lunch. Rueben sandwiches and thick-cut fries. Again, I was under the table sucking and licking as they ate and talked. This time, they had me make a plate for myself. They passed my plate to the person I was servicing at the time. When I got them to orgasm, they would take either my sandwich or a couple fries and feed it to me before I moved to the next person. They would pass my plate to that person, and they would allow me to take a bite before I moved on. Mary even stuck a couple of fries up her pussy and had me use my tongue to retrieve them.

Lunch finished, and I was left to clean up afterwards. For the next couple of hours, I was simply their nude bartender/waitress as they relaxed out on the deck. They discussed the weekend and how they felt about it as if I wasn't even there. It was a bit humiliating as they talked about me and what I did. They discussed what aspects they enjoyed and what they really didn't care about. No one ever mentioned anything that they really didn't like. Sure, there were things they liked more than others, but who doesn't like an orgasm?

It was time to start up the grill for dinner. I was tied up at the moment. No, really. I was literally tied up. They tied my elbows to my knees in the middle of the deck. Then, they tied my ankles to the posts on the ends of one side of the deck and my wrists to two posts on the other side of the deck. That kept my legs spread for access to my cunt and ass, and it kept me from moving in any direction. They did put a pad down so my knees and elbows wouldn't get scraped.

As Brad heated up the grill, then began grilling the steaks and lobster I had purchased for this meal, everyone else availed themselves to whichever hole was available, and that they wanted. There was a pillow placed right in front of my face, so they could sit on the pillow while I either sucked their cock or licked their pussy - depending on who was sitting in front of me. Another pillow was placed between my spread legs, so they wouldn't scrape their knees on the wood deck as they fucked either my cunt or ass with their cocks or strap-ons. Occasionally, one of the girls would don two strap-ons and fuck both my cunt and ass simultaneously. Once the guys saw that, they belted one of the strap-ons to their waist and used the strap-on in my ass while they fucked my cunt with their cock.

7:59:55.

"FIVE," Five voices called out in perfect harmony. "FOUR," Bob picked up his pace significantly. "THREE." He was now fucking my ass with wild abandon. "TWO." He had only two seconds to cum, or he would have to pull out frustrated. "ONE," I actually felt his cock swell up a bit more. "ZERO!" He timed it perfectly. As soon as the first hint of the 'Z' sounded, the first jet of his cum shot deep into my bowels. Cheers erupted as he roared out his triumph. I had also been struggling to hold off for this exact second. I'm not sure that my scream of ecstasy wasn't heard by my closest neighbor five miles away.

8:00:00, Monday night. Exactly on time for my Holiday Weekend to end. We had timed it down to the exact second. OK, so it went on for a few more seconds as Bob drained his balls into my bowels, but the important part was that we both began our orgasms at the exact time. He collapsed on top of me, and I didn't have the strength or energy to hold him up. I sprawled forward with him laying on my back. We stayed there for a couple minutes as his cock deflated ad popped out of my ass.

Once his cock popped out, he rolled over off of me. It still took a couple moments before I had the energy to roll over and sit up. As I was sitting there trying to get my heartbeat and breathing back under control, Mary stood up and walked into the house. A few minutes later, she returned carrying a sundress, bikini panties, and a pair of 4-inch wedge sandals. Setting the clothes and shoes on the table, she stood in front of me.

"Kneel up, Terri." It was the first time since I had officially submitted to her that weekend that she had used my name. I leaned over and tucked my legs underneath me, then kneeled in proper 'Kneel up' position. Knees shoulder width apart, Shins on the ground, toes pointed back, Thighs at a 90-degree angle to the floor, Hands clasping their opposing elbow behind my back, Back ramrod straight, Shoulders back and tits thrust forward, Neck straight and eyes forward.