Disclaimer
All characters are 18 years of age or older, of sound mind, and able to consent. Any characters, or situations, depicting real-life people or events are purely coincidental. This story contains strong sexual themes, including: bdsm, performing sex for an audience, unrealistic anatomy, fellatio, cunnilingus, bound male forced to service multiple women, bound female forced to orgasm, exaggerated volumes of male and female ejaculate, distended abdomens, anal and vaginal penetration, and unprotected sex without resulting in pregnancy or disease. This story is for entertainment purposes only and should not be used as justification for the pursuit of acting out any fantasies or fetishes reflected in this story. Please...enjoy yourself.
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♫ Previously on Slut Son ♫
The queen bee of the neighborhood, Ms. Fielding, sank her teeth into Simon and sent him to new heights of sexual bliss by introducing him to prostate massages. Finding the magic button to recharge her new play toy, Ms. Fielding stuffed her mouth, pussy, and ass with load after load of Simon's thick creamy cum. Elsewhere, Simon's mother Candice, is forced into a deal with Ms. Fielding, but will it work out to her benefit?
Chapter 8 - The Cocktail Hour
"So, what's this all about?" A sophisticated fair-skinned strawberry-blonde beauty in the corner asked her hostess. She was the tallest and thinnest woman in the group, with small assets, and freckles peppered the top of her chest. She wore typical office attire, a white button-down, black skirt, nylons, and black heels. "We all agreed, no impromptu meetings. These sessions are supposed to be kept to a schedule."
"I'm sure our hostess has a good reason." A mature stacked Indian woman sat on the far right end of a loveseat and sipped on her Long Island. Her thick black hair flowed over her shoulders and around her bust framing beautiful deep cleavage. Her hair was so dark and glossy it reflected practically every color in the light. She wore a deep maroon sleeveless blouse and a matching short skirt with black heels.
"We've had other unscheduled meetings before." An older woman on the other end of the loveseat commented. She was much heavier than the other women, not obese by any measure, but all of her features were much rounder, especially her stomach and the pooch above her sex. She wore a simple yellow top with a cream colored drape, black leggings and black flats. Her large curly blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
"Yes, but they're usually disguised as something else. Like, the Holiday Planning committee or something. You know how suspicious it looks for all of us to show up here, at the same time, in the middle of the day." The strawberry-blonde doubled down.
"The neighborhood's worst offenders are already gathered here." A brunette, perched on the first six inches of her chair, spoke up between sips on her Old Fashioned. "I don't think we have anything to worry about." She was the oldest member of the group and had recently turned sixty. Her hair was kept short, layered and feathered. She wore a simple blue-green body length dress that clung to her hourglass figure and ended just above her knees, and dark blue heels. "And no one knows what we do when we get together."
"Actually, I don't even know what we're doing here. Why are we meeting together?" The final guest to speak up was a very attractive Puerto Rican woman. She was the youngest looking member of the women's group, and by far had the most fit figure. Her long jet black hair had a slight wave to it and framed her perfect face and large red lips. Even at her age, all the muscles in her arms, legs, and abs were clearly defined and visible. A fact she took advantage of when she decided to show up wearing a short light blue zip up cropped top, tiny black workout shorts, and blue tennis shoes.
"Ladies, I assure you there's no ulterior motive here. I simply wanted us to get together and inform you all that we will be getting a new member." The hostess had finished preparing drinks and finally addressed the women in her parlor. She was a beautiful mature blonde woman whose impressive bust was as large as her upper body. Perhaps overly brazen, she greeted her guests wearing only a loosely tied pink Hawaiian print silk robe.
"So, where is she?" The fit Puerto Rican asked.
"She'll be 'coming' shortly."
"A new member?" The strawberry-blonde responded as she raised an eyebrow. "So that was decided unilaterally as well?"
The hostess smiled at the strawberry-blonde's remark, but underneath was a devastating glare. "My dear, this new member was a most advantageous find. She brings with her a more, youthful perspective, if you will." The hostess took her seat in the parlor and continued, "I recently discovered she has certain resources. Resources that could be of great benefit, and certainly entertainment, to us all."
"And this new member is perfectly fine sharing these resources?" The heavier blonde questioned.
The hostess smiled after sipping her martini. "She has recently felt compelled to be forthcoming and generous in order to earn her seat. And more importantly, she has avenues that can guarantee...discretion."
"Perhaps we wouldn't have to be so concerned with discretion," the brunette interjected, "if we refrained from fornicating with random neighborhood boys in our backyard."
The hostess' look turned sour and her eyes narrowed. "That! Was unrelated to the group. And I'm hardly the first to engage in such voyeuristic behavior."
That comment had made all the women shift uncomfortably in their seats.
"I don't think anyone takes issue with the act itself..." The Indian woman spoke up.
"...but it does suggest a pattern." The strawberry-blonde interrupted. "Calling meetings at inappropriate times, accepting new members without consultation, and before all this, loud hardcore sex in public. You're steam-rolling us."
"And it could jeopardize all of our reputations." The brunette concluded. "You may be the progenitor of our group, but it hardly makes you the sole leader and grants you the authority to make decisions on our behalf."
Smiles and glances were exchanged all around the room. The women's group felt confident they had gained the upper hand, but their hostess was cunning and remained calm.
"I anticipated that my actions would not have sat well with the group, which is why I prepared a little peace offering." The hostess explained as she set her drink down on an end table. As she stood up, "and I think it will demonstrate that I can indeed make decisions on your behalf," and then she proceeded to walk out of the parlor.
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The women of The Cocktail Hour were not left wondering long what their 'self-proclaimed' leader had in store for them. Barely a minute later, the hostess returned with a mystery guest behind her led by a silver chain attached to a leather collar fastened around his neck.
"Oh my god!" The women shouted.
"What the hell is that? Is it real?" Others asked as they stood up in shock.
"What on earth have you done to him?" The Indian woman asked, appalled.
"Ladies!" The hostess spoke loudly to silence her assembly. "I present you with today's entertainment."
The hostess had led in a very tall, muscular young man. He was completely naked except for a black latex mask that covered his entire head, except for his nose and mouth which remained exposed. As well, his hands were bound behind his back, restrained at the wrists with leather cuffs. However, the most egregious part of his arrival, what had made all the other women jump out of their seats, was the strangulation of his impossibly monstrous cock by several silicone rings. One large ring was wrapped around over the base of his cock and under his balls, another was secured around his sack just above his testicles, another tight ring was torturing him at the base of his cock, three more were placed equidistant up his shaft, and the smallest and final ring sat snug just behind his glans. To finalize his submission and servitude, a butt plug had been shoved deep into his well-lubed ass.
"I took the liberty of making sure he would not be able to see anyone's face; out of respect that some of you are still married." The hostess pulled on the chain until the bound young man stood square in the middle of the room. His manhood twitched and bobbed in front of its unknown audience. "There is no need for alarm or sympathy, he is a sex-crazed pussy-addict, and he understands his purpose here with us. Or, at least, he will."
"
Gasp!
Look at the size of him." The brunette and heavier blonde echoed one another in disbelief.
"He's huge!" The Indian woman exclaimed.
"Fuck huge, that thing's enormous." The strawberry-blonde corrected.
The fit Puerto Rican beauty approached the young man and lightly touched his abs before placing a light grip around his shaft. "This...this...is amazing!" He jumped in surprise at her touch, and the Puerto Rican could feel his member trying to grow even thicker but was restricted by the silicone bands. Dedicated to exercise herself, she appreciated all athletic bodies, and his represented the peak of her sexual desires. "His penis, it's already wet?"
"Coconut oil," the hostess explained. "Even soft, you can't imagine the difficulty I had getting all of those on there. And once I started, it was impossible for him not to get hard."
The Puerto Rican was quickly joined by the heavier blonde. She placed her right index finger on the underside of his flared mushroom head, and pushed his entire pole against his body. "Oh my god, look how far it reaches up to his abs. If you were to line it up, he'd be in our stomachs."
"Exercise caution ladies." The hostess announced with a large smile. "You must be at least 'this' courageous to ride." She had walked over to the young man and placed her right hand just below the young man's pecs as if she were denoting a specific height.
"This is unreal. I mean, how the hell can he be sporting a...a...a goddamn horse dick?" The strawberry-blonde was still in denial.
"Haha!" The hostess laughed. "I can assure you, it's real. And I quite like that, 'horse dick'. From now on, you will not regard him as a person, but simply as 'horse dick'." The hostess, quite pleased with herself, began rubbing his chest, "is that alright with you? You may speak now."
"Y...yes." He replied very softly.
"Are you going to let us do whatever we want?" The hostess spoke in low tones into his ear.
"Yes."
"Some of these women might want to abuse you. Will you let them?"
"Yes."
"What if they want to squirt and cum all over you? Will you take their cum?"
"Yes. I would like that very much."
"Oh really? And why is that?" The hostess stood back and smiled at her guests.
"I'm...I'm addicted to pussy. I love pussy cum."
"Tell us, why do you love a woman's cum so much?"
"I love it because...because...it always feels so hot against my skin. And...I love how it makes me feel slippery. I love how it slides down my face and drips off my chin onto my body. I can't stop my cock from leaking the second I feel it splash against me, and...and I get so turned on when I think about having to go out in public soaked in pussy cum. I wanna cum! I wanna cum just thinking about it."
"Not yet you don't!" The hostess scolded the horse dick. "We haven't even got started." The hostess retrieved her drink from the table and downed the remaining contents of the glass. "Ladies, go nuts."
The Puerto Rican woman knelt down in front of the horse dick and massaged his balls. Every so often, she would tug on his sack which would send tingles throughout his body. Only one ball would fit on her right palm at a time as she bounced it to feel its heft and weight. "Oh my god, I absolutely love his balls." She grasped one a little tighter and let her fingers sink into the flesh. "
Mmmmm
," she moaned as she licked her lips, "I wonder how much spunk is swirling inside them."
"That looks like fun." The brunette said to her Puerto Rican cohort. "Do you mind sharing?"
"Not at all." The Puerto Rican replied.
"
Mmmmmm
, you take one and I'll take the other." The brunette said appreciatively.
The brunette took hold of the horse dick's right testicle while the Puerto Rican took the left. As they massaged his nuts individually, they began to pull them further apart which stretched the tissue inside his sack.
"Oh my god." The brunette chuckled with delight."These are heavy. If his cum wasn't being blocked off, he would have creamed us head-to-toe by now."
Slrrrrrrp!
