--Just to recap my dear husband and I had lied about what we really needed to each other for far too damn long, it all came to a head when I decided to pick up my crazy sex life where I left off and fucked a tone of strangers on a boat,
Hubby John found out and he was truly going to wreck me and leave me, but life, lust and love are more complicated than that.
I had agreed to John's demands that I be savaged by quite a few people who had always wanted to take their turn on me, I was not supposed to be enjoying myself to please him further but he was right, I was fucking loving it.--
The woman's voice spoke up again, 'Awe, you had enough Miko?' and there was a titter and a murmur affirmative, the soft maddening presence of Miko moved away.
'Well Tanaka, I guess it's your turn.' and I could feel Miko was replaced between my legs by someone taller, willowy, skin taut over long lean muscles. Whoever this Tanaka was, he had to bend low to get his face down to my pussy, he latched his mouth onto my clit and sucked, almost too hard. I cried out at the shock of it, feeling my clitty desire to both grow and escape his now lashing tongue. His long thin fingers latched onto my nipples and twisted hard and out to the sides, I wasn't sure if he was trying to get me off or if it was a private sadist streak, it didn't matter as long as I lay there and took it.
His mouth let go of my clit and I felt him stalk around the end of the bar to my head, he slid an erect and already dripping with precum cock into my mouth. I think I only had a chance to lick the head once as it cruised on past to park at the back of my throat. He was long and thin, I mean noticeably so, I could actually still find room to wind my tongue around the shaft and back and forwards giving him the best tongue bath I could manage.
He just leaked and leaked precum into my mouth, standing with his hips stock still, almost like he must be gritting his teeth in an effort not to cum. Fuck him, I was going to rinse this kids balls down my gullet, I tilted my head back further and used the edge of the bar to pull myself up and slide the tip of his cock into my throat. He was thin enough that it didn't quite jam my airways. Constantly I worked the shaft with my tongue, sliding this way and that, flattening it out for the most contact, hardening the tip to pull back and trace the vein and glands. Pulling right back to suckle the tip and then pulling myself forwards to bury him right down my esophagus.
His legs started trembling and he started making a whining sound, I could feel his whole torso shaking, his fingers that had been constantly making a sensory mess of my nipples, seemed to now flex and unflex of their own volition in the air.
Eventually he grunted and gurgled finally almost strangling a scream in his completion, the stream of constant flow just increased to a deluge with the head buried in my throat, I gulped and gulped as his balls poured forth.
Then he staggered back, it was like I had shocked him with my appetite for his seed.
I used one hand to scoop the last of his goop into my mouth and slurped it down, even as I heard what was later explained to be the word for she devil in my direction.
I was still horny, Miko had left me a raging inferno and Tanaka had done nothing to correct that.
Also I was beginning to wonder what the time was, they had started in on me at about 2pm, that was my best guess. There was a certain amount of haze when I was lost in orgasm land but most people when shoveling their cock in me or stuffing my fingers or tongue up them, only lasted about 3-5 minutes really.
So, combine that with time just laying around waiting for them to get stuck in again, changes in position and so on, I wasn't sure that we had even been at this longer than an hour, maybe an hour and a half.
At this rate those poor bastards at the bar would be cum, done and dusted before 4pm and that felt a little sad, they had lusted after me all this time and fucked me far too little.
This is why you need to pace yourself when trying to degrade a person who wants you to destroy them, you have to hold off on your own ultimate gratification for as long as possible or all parties really will be disappointed. The magic of the fantasy will be stripped away because it was fulfilled too quickly.
I don't know if Miranda could read my mind but she seemed to sense my body being on edge but my mind frolicking in the fields of mediocrity. I knew it was her without seeing her, she was the one who when handling me onto the pool table was fully dressed still. I went willingly and quietly to my new destination but I did chance a grope or a press or two on her.
The felt of the table top was quite pleasant across my back, I wondered if the sweat would make it itchy or just weird later.
I heard ripping of Velcro and found my body splayed on top of the pool table, legs and arms parted roughly, hands and feet pulled towards pockets in the corners. Yes!!! Fucking yes, Miranda was here to save the day.
Show them how it's done lady! The Velcro was tight but only became too tight if I pulled in any direction, as long as I didn't flinch or cramp all would be well, but dear god it better not be well.
Miranda added something new, something never done to me before, she added earplugs and then earmuffs over the top. My world went silent. Now my brain was not happy, I had coped just fine without sight but adding total hearing loss? But it was within the rules I had agreed to.
Next came a ball gag. It had little holes in it which would allow me to breathe quite well, I have worn ball gags before for extended periods of time, it takes a moment to get used to the fact that you will drool everywhere and there is little you can do about it. So I was in a silent lightless place and now silenced for the most part too.
Slap!!
I don't know whose hand had come down on my belly so hard but at least it had been splayed out. Oh shit, this was totally new territory, they had stopped short of knocking the breath out of me but it stung the skin. I cried out, I hadn't meant to and I could hear myself inside my own skull but the outside of my ears didn't catch it. I also convulsed and that made it apparent I was previously stretched to the limit of my comfort, any twitches would put strain on my outstretched limbs.
I was rewarded for my making sound with another slap, a smaller more feminine hand on my upper thigh. It stung and it came so quickly after the first stomach hit I hadn't thought it through that I might get hit faster depending on my ability to remain quiet.
The ear muffs were lifted but the ear plugs were not pulled out, Miranda's muffled voice came to me, 'Sasha my little slut, we are going to beat you, whip you and do other things to you now for a while. I have put a decibel meter beside your slutty little head,' and she tilted my head to touch my cheek to a small hard metal box of some kind.
Miranda continued, 'It would be too much to expect you to make no sound at all, but if the meter registers sound over what I have deemed suitable you will receive a punishment suited to the crime.
'If you can hold your whimpering and your crying to a minimum then there may be some sweet rewards after extended periods of quiet. Do you understand?'
I nodded, some tears leaking down, I was so torn about what was happening to me right now. I wanted to explore new territory but I had absolutely no idea exactly what the landscape would look like. The ear muffs came down again and I was left to my fears for a few seconds.
The flogger was not unexpected, I couldn't hear the wind up whirl of it but the soft fronds of a light flogger skipped and caressed over my breasts, stomach and pussy with some skill, not Miranda grade skill I was sure but some thought and variation was applied.
I twisted this way and that but not away from it, rather I was trying to chase into it, the small stings becoming a cacophony of sensations. With myself laying flat on my back, the flogger was not skimming my body but mostly coming to a thudding stop.
I don't know why my chasing after the sensation was such a problem but this seemed to piss them off for some reason and the flogger ceased it's cascade of stinging biting little ticks and I quietly whimpered or at least what I hoped was quietly whimpered into my ball gag.
It must have been quiet enough because I didn't immediately receive a punishing blow.
Or so I thought.
I heard a 'clack' from what seemed a long way away and felt a very short rumble on the pool table cloth followed by a cold fist smashing into my pussy. Holy shit! Somebody was trying to use my cunt to pot a pool ball.
They definitely succeeded in getting a true yelp from me which in turn gained me another pool ball smashing up into my pussy.
I fucking held it this time, well, almost. A tiny tiny squawk into the ball gag. It must have been quiet enough because there wasn't another one.
I felt teeth come down on one of my nipples and another set of teeth come down on the other, gentle at the beginning and fast moving to pain territory tug of war began and the object was not to make the other lose but for me to cry out too loud.
I knew they were not allowed to permanently mark me and most likely not allowed to draw blood so I felt like I could hold my tongue for some time, especially after Miranda had been at me poolside on my ear.
How, the fuck, did she know that was what I must have been thinking about? Because I am certain it was her cruel finger tips that sunk into both my ear tips and started to grind that burning sensation afresh.
The tug of war was getting under my skin, the constant repositioning of teeth for a better grip and the holding of my boobs meant that I was able to translate the sensations eventually into pleasure. Someone at the other end between my legs must have spotted this situation because one of the pool cues was slowly eased up my dripping cunt and a vibrator applied to my clit. I groaned, I tried to keep it low but with the earmuffs on it was just so hard to gauge it.
The nipple play kept on and the pool cue slid faster and faster, the digging into my ear tips was the only thing holding my orgasm at bay, one body site too many to find my way through to falling off the edge.
