We lay together in my bed, intwined in each other's arms. Affectionate soft caresses and gentle kisses. None of the heat we often shared, just blissful contact. It continued like that for a long time. At times we would examine each other's eyes, looking deeply into what seemed to be our souls. She smelled like cherries.
"May I suck your cock, please."
"We don't need to have sex right now."
"This is sweet, but I really want your cock. It's so beautiful, and I've dreamed about it my whole life."
I stroked her hair away from her adorable face, her bright eyes beseeching.
"Then yes, of course you may."
She moved down in the bed as I lay on my back and spread my legs to give her room. She eagerly pounced between my thighs, stroking them as she stared hungrily at my cock and balls. Her hot breath caressed my sensitive flesh before the first flick of her tongue teased my scrotum. She cupped my balls in her left hand and raised them to her lips. She kissed them lovingly and murmured happily, "I want every drop of cum from these big beauties. I'm going to suck them dry, Master."
I lay back, glorying in the worshipful treatment this wonderful girl was intent on giving me. She carefully suckled each ball while stroking my cock, alternately slipping her mouth from balls to cock and back. I was in heaven. Her skilled mouth and hands drove me to a steely hardness more intense than I'd ever felt. She leaned up, freeing my cock for a moment, "Every cock I have ever touched has been yours in my imagination, and now I have the real thing in my hands and mouth, living the dream."
She plunged her mouth back onto me, sliding down to take my full length deep in her throat where she did a cross between humming and gargling thing that drove me wild. I grabbed her head and thrust forcefully into her. She made choking sounds but pushed back against my thrust to maximize the depth of penetration.
She slid two fingers into my ass, seeking my prostate. When she located it, she began a massage that kicked my building explosion into overdrive, and I began shooting massive streams of cum into her throat and mouth as she encircled my shaft and milked the last of my emission into her greedy mouth. I pulled her up gently into a kiss so we could snowball the salty, thick milk of my loins.
The kiss was passionate greedy loving fire. Our hands fondling and squeezing each other's bodies as if we wanted to meld into one.
"I knew it would be like this if I ever got my hands on you, my Master, my love."
"My turn," and I rolled her onto her back and dove face first into her vulva. Her folds were swollen from the needling and when I got to her clit it was also larger than the last time I suckled and licked it. I was gentler than I wanted to be at first, considering that she must be extra sensitive from the piercing, but she clutched my head to her, so I let loose, devouring her deliciousness with abandon.
When I sucked hard, directly on her clit and strummed it with my tongue she came immediately, crying out in delight, trembling and clutching my head.
"Oh God, yes."
She bucked against me forcing her sex onto my mouth as silky secretions washed from her hot spasming hole. I kept working her over, savoring her flowing juice, until she finally sagged with a last quivering gasp.
"Damn you're good at that."
"I really like eating your pussy."
"Seemed like you enjoyed flogging it too."
"That was hot. Surprised me when you came."
"Me too."
"You enjoy pain?"
"I did then. Did you enjoy hurting me?"
"I did. It was a turn on when you called me Master."
"Are you a switch?"
"I never really analyzed myself like that, but I guess I must be."
"I know I am. I'm a total slut really. I love sex, any kind of sex and I'm always horny."
"That doesn't make you a bad person."
I said this earnestly with a straight face. She cracked first and soon we were sharing an uproarious laugh.
"Damn, we're going to have a helluva lot of fun together, aren't we?"
"Yes, Master, we sure are."
We snuggled together, gently enjoying each other's company and touching affectionately without heated passion, eventually slipping into a joint nap.
Sharp knocking on the door roused us eventually. Lisa jumped out of bed to answer what turned out to be Desiree's knock.
"Mistress sent me to fetch you sluts. She wants you both immediately."
I started to grab shorts, but Desi told me not to bother.
"There's no one in the hall, she wants you naked anyway."
Lisa and I followed her lead to Mistress' apartment where we knelt at our owner's feet.
"I have a surprise for you. Desi hosts a gathering at her shop twice month, and tonight is the first we have been together for. We'll be attending together. The theme of the event is a mixer for the local D&s community. Dominants will be clothed, and their slaves will be presented naked for the enjoyment of their fellow Doms. The Dominants will be free to inspect you and may arrange a swap for further services. You will be expected to follow any instructions I give regarding your use by others."
"So, we may find ourselves traded for other slaves?"
"For temporary use only, you will still belong to me. Any such loan will be for the evening of the party, unless lengthier arrangements are made. That would be unusual."
"Yes, Mistress."
"I want you both to prepare for the festivities. Go use the shower and other equipment. You will present for inspection within an hour, hairless, squeaky clean, inside and out. And Tommy no orgasming no matter how pleasant your ablutions may be. Some guest might be interested in you bringing as full a load as possible."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Have at it. Desiree, you need to go to your shop and prepare the festivities, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"We'll see you later then."
Lisa and I went straight to the bathroom and began our preparations. We washed each other thoroughly, obviously focusing extra attention on genitals and assholes since we expected to be examined closely in those intimate areas. Lisa was careful not to make me cum when washing my cock so that I would generate maximum ejaculate when called upon for that at the party.
Mistress gave us both smock like coverups to hide our nakedness for the trip to Desiree's store and piled us uncomfortable into her Porsche for the drive. I was in the passenger seat with the seat shoved forward and Lisa was folded awkwardly into the tiny space behind the seats.
When we arrived at the store she marched us to the front door, ushered us in and reclaimed the smocks, leaving us both naked. From a table just inside the doorway she retrieved a sharpie with which she wrote on our chests. I was inscribed Miss Pamela's and Lisa was labeled Miss Desiree's. Then she marched us into the store proper where we discovered a dozen other naked slaves, eleven clothed Mistresses, and a clothed man who I assumed was a Master. These were hunters on the prowl. Of the naked slaves seven were male and five were female. All were attractive and exuding clouds of pheromones.
A tall, stylish woman with a shock of steely grey hair approached me. Despite her hair she had a vivacious youthful energy that oozed sexual power.
"Aren't you a pretty one?"
She casually cupped my balls with a gentle squeeze. My cock immediately jumped from thickening to quickly erecting.
"Mmm, I do like big boys. You belong to Miss Pamela, could you point her out, I'm afraid I don't know her."
I looked quickly around the room and pointed Mistress out.
"Beautiful."
"She is."
"You're a lucky boy."
"I am."
She pulled firmly on my balls, leading me behind her and took me to a comfortable looking chair. She sat, hiked the hem of her floral skirt up to expose her shaven vulva, spread her legs and said, "Worship me."
