Sirs R&R - Fraternity Party
When I show up at Sir's house on time every Saturday morning, I never know what Sir has planned for the weekend. I do get some clues, if he tells me to bring a passport, we are flying somewhere in his jet. If he tells me to dress "conservative" it means, there will be children present. I have a closet full of clothes at Sir's house, so as I'm kneeling naked on his doorstep we could be going anywhere, or having a party at his pool, or a quiet weekend with just the three of us, Sir, Susan sir's live in slut, and me.
I am a 32 year old divorced owner of my own successful company. I am 5; 4" tall, weigh 125 pounds, and work out in my home gym four days a week. Sir is old money and he wanted to add my company to his vast holdings. I held on to my company, but became Sir's slut, slave, girlfriend, toy, or whatever else he wants me to be. Sir is a sadistic master; I am a masochistic submissive.
These thoughts ran through my mind as a knelt naked on Sir's porch on a Saturday morning, wearing a chain collar with Sir's initials, a medium butt plug also with Sir's initials, and five inch heels. My leash, attached to my collar, is hung on the hook by the door. This is my duty and place every Saturday morning at precisely 9:00 AM.
Susan opened the door and without a word led me crawling into Sir's study. I recognized the two young gentlemen in the study with Sir from Jamaica and the flight back where they had made good use of my services on Sir's plane.
It quickly became clear that Sir was hosting a pool party for a fraternity from the local college. Sir was laying down the strict rules for the party. Those over 21 would be given wrist bands and allowed some beer, all beer would be in cans, no keg. If anyone not wearing a wrist band had a beer, then all beer would be collected and there would be no more. Sir was holding these two responsible for the behavior of their fraternity brothers and guests. Sir told them that he had two security people at the pool as lifeguards, who would monitor activities and their word was final.
The two young men agreed with Sir's rules and as they turned to go the saw me. Both gave Sir a look and with Sir's nod, both knelt to give me a kiss, hug and a grope before leaving.
After the two left, Sir paged his two security men. As they came in, Susan was still standing holding my leash and I was kneeling at her feet. Sir motioned for me to sit in one of the chairs.
Sir explained that the two young men were from Sir's old fraternity and there was a reunion this weekend. Some of the young men and their dates were invited to the house for a pool party at 1:00 PM. Some of the alumni might also come, but the main event for the alumni was a house party that evening.
For the pool party Susan and I would be in swimsuits. We would check the guests in, and give wristbands to those who show an over 21 State ID. The wristbands had three tear off tickets which could be exchanged for a beer only by the wearer of the wristband. Sir made it clear that for the pool party taking care of our guests did not include sexual services.
Sir went over the rules with his two security guys. No one without a wristband was to have any alcohol. No outside alcohol permitted. Make sure any female guests had a good time and were not pushed or harassed. If they got too much grief, they were authorized to end the party, and if things started to get out of hand it was their duty. For the ladies, topless was allowed, but nude was not permitted for anyone.
With everyone understanding their duties, Sir dismissed everyone but me. In very short order I was bent over Sir's desk as he laid five bright red stripes across my ass with the cane, followed immediately with Sir deep in my cunt. Sir was using a handful of my hair and my leash for leverage as he was going deep and hard in my cunt. His hips slamming into my freshly caned ass, with the edge of his desk cutting into my thighs. I hadn't been ready for Sir's onslaught and had not come by the time that he pulled out, spun me around onto my knees and flooded my face and tits with his cum.
I licked and sucked Sir's cock clean and he told me to go help Susan get things ready. I crawled into the kitchen, my face and tits coated with Sir's cum. He had not given me permission to clean it. With cum running down my face and tits I helped Susan transfer snacks from large boxes into plastic bowls and distributed them around the patio and the pool area. The beer was already on ice in bins behind a table on the patio.
After a short while Sir came into the kitchen, smiled when he saw me and told Susan and I to head upstairs, get cleaned up and put on the suits that were on Susan's bed. Susan and I looked at each other. When Sir buys clothes for either of us his main purpose is to show off our bodies, they tend to be skimpy to start with and then he buys a size smaller than he knows we normally wear.
I still had Sir's leash attached to my collar so when we left the kitchen, Susan took my leash, and I crawled behind her up to her room. As soon as we saw our suits on the bed our worst fears were realized. They were two piece suits with a thong bottom, and fortunately both Susan and I were clean and smooth so no hair would be revealed by the minimal crotch covering. However, with the thong back our plugs would be quite visible. The tops would cover our nipples and about half of our breasts. The heels were at least five inch ankle strap stilettos. The only thing Susan and I liked were the big broad brim hats.
We gave each other enemas and showered together, inspecting each other for stray hairs and making sure that the other's breasts, cunts, and ass got plenty of attention and were clean. We did our makeup, perhaps a little darker than usual for the college boys. We helped each other insert our plugs and get into our suits working to achieve the best coverage the minimal suits offered.
Once dressed we went down to Sir's study for inspection. He looked us over closely and wound up with a huge smile. "Perfect, you both look like a frat boys dream." Was Sir's final verdict. He showed us the wrist bands each with three tabs and explained that a State photo ID showing the person was over 21 was required, no exceptions. Once everyone was checked in, we would move to the patio and trade a tab from the wristband for a can of beer, one at a time. No tab, no beer.
There was a table set up for us between the house and the garage, right in front of the gate that led to the back yard and the pool. Susan and I were just set up when a car,and three vans pulled up. About twenty five college kids piled out of the vans and the two students from Jamaica and the earlier meeting with Sir got out of the car. Apparently the two students who had met with Sir had done a good job of informing his group. About fifteen lined up in front of us for wrist bands while the "lifeguard/security" directed the others into the backyard and the pool area. We only had trouble with one girl who "forgot" her driver's license but kept insisting she was 24. Her boyfriend finally smacked her on the butt and told her to quit whining.
Once we had the wristbands issued Susan and I headed to the patio and relieved one of the lifeguards who had been handing out beer. I immediately noticed that Sir was out with the group in a swimsuit talking to people. Our job was pretty easy, take a tab off the wristband and hand out beer. It would have been boring if not for the steady stream of hunks coming to chat with us and check out our skimpy suits. Susan was being a tease making sure everyone got a look at her thong split ass with the shiny plug in the middle. I of course got asked about my ass and I told them that mine was similar except the plug was much larger. Of course, everyone then wanted to see it so I slowly bent over far more than necessary, and wiggled my freshly striped ass, as I retrieved their beer from the cooler.
The stories of what their frat brothers had done in Jamaica and the flight back had circulated in the Frat House and grown more extreme with every retelling. Rather than try to explain I simply told them that it was like Vegas, what happens in Jamaica, stays in Jamaica.
Between Sir and the two lifeguards/security things stayed under control in the pool. They did put a stop to things when a girl was not happy about being body surfed across the pool. But it was a polite well controlled crowd having fun in the sun.
When time was up, they all respectfully said goodbye and "Thank You" to Sir and loaded back on the vans. As the last of them left, Sir came by and said, "Well that was the easy part of the reunion."
Susan and I looked at each other and both responded, "What do you mean?"
Sir smiled and said, "I told you that we are hosting the alumni reunion tonight and there are no rules. I will fill you in later, but now there are two of our guests up in my room waiting for you two to show some hospitality."
Susan and I looked at each other, then together said, "Yes Sir," and headed for Sir's master bedroom. We weren't sure what to find when we opened the door but weren't too surprised it was the two from the flight home that had met with Sir that morning and arrived in a separate car. I went for the first one that had fucked me on the plane and left the one with the big cock for Susan. In a flash he had me naked with his cock in my throat. I hadn't cum when Sir fucked me fast and hard that morning, so I was horny as hell. I quickly managed to move him from my throat to in my cunt, doggie style. A quick glance over and Susan was on her back with her legs spread wide as he slowly worked that big cock into her cunt, her eyes were already rolled back in her head, and he appeared to only be about halfway in.
Meanwhile, I was being fucked by someone who knew how to use a cock. He was sliding across my g spot with every stroke. I was already wound up from Sir's fuck earlier as well as watching all the hunks and shenanigans at the pool. I started coming almost immediately, my cunt's spasms didn't seem to affect the young man fucking me as he kept working my cunt in his exquisite manner making me cum harder and harder.
Meanwhile Susan seems to have adjusted to the large member working her cunt. Her moans were continuous but rose in pitch noticeably every time he pushed back into her. I could tell they were getting close because the higher pitch moans were coming faster and faster. Through my spasming cunt, I felt his cock swell and start unloading deep in my cunt. About the same time Susan's moans changed to a scream as her guy also verbalized his orgasm.
My guy collapsed onto me, and we traded sweet kisses as his cock was still twitching deep in my cunt. I didn't catch what the two guys said, but the next thing I knew they had picked me up spun me around and laid me on top of Susan, with her messy cunt right in my face.
