Mistress Keera Pt 20

Please read Mistress Keera Parts 1 to 19 for context.

One lazy week after my tattoos and piercings quickly ran into another. The week of my wedding to Mistress Keera was upon us. The weather was really good for the time of year, strong sunshine every day. As I was off work while my piercings and tattoos healed I was able to sunbathe neatly every day. My Goddess got a lady in to do the housework and that meant that from early morning until well into the afternoon I was able to soak up the sun. My Goddess was anxious that I have very defined sissy tan lines in preparation for our honeymoon. To that end she had purchased two bikinis for me. They were both full cut, to show the maximum tanlines, and white to show off my sissy tan. She was making me use a low factor tan lotion and I was a nice shade of golden brown. When she stripped me every night I was the epitome of what a sissy should look like. I wore a deep tan on my body, apart from the white patches left by the bikini. In these areas of milk white flesh my tattoos and piercings were like lights that attract moths. Standing out proud and clear, on my flesh.

On the Tuesday afternoon on the week of the wedding we were putting the final planning touches to my stag party. This was due to take place the following evening Wednesday in the Eastbury Hotel in the centre of Dublin. My Goddess was home early from work and we were lying in the sun in our garden when we heard voices calling hello. Up until recently I would have tried to run and hide but now I was happy to flaunt my submissive sissyness and was especially proud to display my subjugation in front of anyone, especially if I was in company with my Goddess.

Stuart came around the corner of the house. Stuart was a casual sex partner of mine since he had forcibly taken me early in my service to Goddess Keera. A week later he had found me a willing partner as I offered my virgin arse to him. He usually met up with me once a month and gave me a rigorous shagging. He used whichever of my holes he liked, either my throat or my arse, sometimes both, He was young and had great stamina and I was always delighted to see him. Normally he was with Old Mr. Currant, his boss, but today he was accompanied by a young man I hadn't seen before and who he introduced as Keith.

My Goddess got up and went into the house and brought them back out some cool beers. Their eyes never left her as she passed them into the house. And why not. She was like an Amazon Goddess. She was resplendent in a red bikini and she towered above us all in her red tie leg espadrilles. The poor boys eyes were out on stalks as she bent low to hand them their beers. She went back into the house returning with more beers, a CD player and a few blankets which she spread on the ground. Stuart and Keith spread their bodies out on the blankets as my Goddess urged them to take off their shirts and get comfortable. As the music went on their work trousers came off. My Goddess bade me join her in a little dance for our "gentlemen callers" as she described them. I slipped on my heels and we moved in time to the dance music as we gyrated in front of the horny young men. Stuart's briefs began to tent up as did Keith's boxers as we danced around them. A slow song came on the CD and we slowed right down my Goddess dancing behind me and rubbing herself against my suntanned back.

Then I felt the warm sun on my little titties as Goddess removed my bra. She danced me over to the boys and held her hands on my chest to display my pierced little nipple buds with their imprinted instructions. They needed no further prompt as Keith twisted my left bud ant clockwise while Stuart attended to my right, pinching it in a clockwise rotation. My bikini bottoms were removed by my Goddess before she pushed me down between the boys and resumed her pace on the sun lounger, grabbing a beer and settling back to enjoy the show.

It was the first time for Stuart to see my piercings and tattoos and he took his time examining them. He was especially taken with the one on my arse, reading the message.

"cuckieboy Welcomes All Cummers."

His utterance raised a cheer from himself and Keith.

My Goddess's response was.

"Well boys, what are ye waiting for? She is dying for some hot cock in the hot sun. Have at her."

They needed no further instruction. Keith shimmed his boxers down his legs revealing a short cock, but what it lacked in length it more than made up for in width. It bore a similar shape to the beer can he was drinking out of. Stuart didn't even bother to remove his briefs, he just pulled his tumescent manhood over the elastic to and tucked them under his well swollen balls, and I lost no time in getting on my hands and knees between them, taking Stuart's impressive prick between my lips and presenting my arse to Keith. They say that familiarity breeds content and I certainly was content when I felt the head of Stuarts cock lodge in my throat. The silky feel of the skin on his mansword was like an old familiar shirt as I wrapped my lips around the shaft and attempted to swallow him whole. My Goddess threw Keith a tube of sun lotion and he doused his thickness and my hungry arsehole with it. I was afraid that he would split me in two when he introduced his male beast between the cheeks of my arse. Finally as I pushed back and he leaned into my rear orifice I felt something give and he was in my bowels. For one so young he had a great technique. He withdrew almost completely before plunging deep inside my backside again.

Stuart was deep in my throat and I began to urge him along with the old refrain "Golm, Golm, Golm," the vibrations sending waves through my tongue piercings and onto his shaft, as I constricted my throat around the tip pf his dick. It wasn't long before his seed began to pump in my throat; the backflow of it came out through my nostrils making me gag and choke. Stuart removed his softening dick from my mouth and put the last of his spew across my cheeks and chin. Meanwhile Keith began to pump in earnest in my rear hole, filling my guts with his creaminess, I gasped and looked at my Goddess, and she had her hand down the front of her bikini bottoms as she watched the erotic tableau.

They reversed positions without pausing for breath, a practical demonstration of the power and reliance of youth. Stuart pulled me onto his lap in reverse as he lay down, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched my tattooed arse bouncing up and down on his prick, and beyond to where my Goddess was enthusiastically frigging herself. Her right hand flew over her Princess Diana pierced clit as she hummed herself to a second orgasm, her left hand pulling the bikini bottoms you one side as she put on her own little show, Keith gently licked Stuarts spend of my face, gathering it with his lips and lounge before Io opened my own maw and he spat it deep inside me.

There was no way however that Keith's monster girthed dick was going into my throat and I told him so. However my mouth and lips and pierced tongue were his to use as he stretched back to full hardness due to my considerable oral skills. It wasn't long before he started to huff and puff in tandem with his backdoor mate and they both withdrew to pump copious amounts of ropey cum, Keith all over my pierced little titties and Stuart all over my milk white tattooed arse. My Goddess joined them in multi orgasm as my little Prince Albert bobbed in time to Stuart's movement.

This was to be an afternoon matinee performance for the main attraction on the following evening.

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