I set up the party. My masters, Skip and Greg, set the rules. I know, I'd always set the rules before, so that part made me a little nervous. But men have much tamer fantasies than we girls, right? Maybe it was time to give them carte blanche, see where their tastes led us. Maybe I wanted to take the risk of getting more than I bargained for. I wanted the sex slave role, connived every step until now, so it was high time for them to surprise me.
Our menage á trois tryst was now four months along. Mindy's (my) surprise Sandy weekend pool fuck party was four weeks back, and it was time for a refresher. Even at nineteen, I knew two-dick deals are notoriously short-lived, what with doms needing to dominate. Even a cock-hungry slut like me can't keep two 22-year-old studs cunt happy forever.
I loved them both. They didn't have to say it, I could tell they both adored me. Hell, they couldn't help it. What man can resist having a hot personal whore sex slave sucking up to him day and night? But feelings and favoritism, intentional or not, would eventually get in the way and we'd pair off like vanillas. Somebody was bound to get hurt.
Enter the party plan. It was my idea, gradually introduced to my masters over the past few post-Sandy weeks in snips and pieces. A spurt of cum-soaked suggestion here, a wicked, winked witticism there, an inane innuendo dropped like an F-bomb mid-orgasm, and the boys – men are so thick – eventually got it.
Not surprisingly, they warmed up to it quickly. It was good for them. Best-of-both-worlds kind of scenario. I was to help them select another slave with a sex party.
Sounds simple enough. I could invite over a few select, fave hot-box cock worshipers for a little down-and-dirty whore competition. See who scores the most points from the two dude judges. Winner takes all, becoming my little sister slut. Simple.
So what's in it for me, you ask?
Well, I'm bi, as pussy hungry as any guy, and I can use the help around the house. And in keeping my Masters happy.
What's in it for the girls? Women don't just voluntarily step on the auction block for sex slavery these days, right?
Wrong. It's called marriage. But naturally, once we get the ring we set the rules and who's a slave to whom?
Pussy always rules. But the dirty little secret is, pussy wants to be ruled too. We want our men to keep us on a tight leash. We want to be owned. We want to be bought and paid for. Money buys pussy. So all I had to do was find the greediest cunts.
My boys were moving up fast in the corporate world. They each had their own corner offices on the top floor now. Their paychecks had tripled.
I did that. The past month, I set their bosses up with the hottest high-class hookers I knew, and I knew them all, having connections through my mom, the pro. So, pussy made me money. I'm a pimp. Giggling.
Another dirty little secret is that most subs, like me, are actually bossy bitches wanting to be bossed. It's a vicious circle, this D/s power/control structure/struggle. It's sometimes hard to tell who's whom. But when it comes to sex, all women want to be dominated. We need men to take us, in order to feel wanted and needed ourselves.
Best way to take a woman nowadays is the same as always ... buy her. No, not cars, jewelry, clothes or other niceties.
Can you say, "Charge it!"? We girls can buy shit on our own. No, to buy us today, pay off our debt. Then keep it comin', sugar.
So that's how I found my ho party sluts. A little underwater debt research by the boys, interviews by me, and voila! Six aspiring slaves!
Actually, it was a lot of work. Kept me pretty busy the past month. When I say 'interviews' I mean I tested each girl to rate her performance.
How did I 'rate' them? Naturally, I brought each home for a sleepover with the boys, then observed their work in bed. Naturally, I also had to get in on the action myself. How else to truly rate a girl's slavish fuckability, right? So twenty-five candidates winnowed down to six through extensive sex testing. Yeah, hard work. Giggling again.
Unfortunately, Sandy didn't make the cut. She loved the fuck party, but wasn't down for the full-time slavery role. She had a good job, good place to live and not enough debt to make her needy. I could still count on her for a puss party now and then, but not a live-in.
Then there were the personalities. Girls love girls, but we generally can't stand each other. And wouldn't you know it, but the candidate with the hottest fuck-me body turned out to be the one I personally liked least, Kathy.
Kathy was tall and leggy with short blonde hair and tits like Venus. Okay, her whole body was like a goddess. With the attitude to boot. The bitch kept whispering sweet nothings to me during her sex slave audition like, "I'm going to make you my slave," or "Eat my cunt," and "I'll squirt in you." You know, the kind of shit every sex slave dreads to hear from a prospective sister slave. God, I hoped the boys would not pick her.
The party started with me answering the door to greet our sex party dolls. I being dressed in appropriate slave attire, of course. Well, more like undressed. I wore only heels, a G-string and my slave collar. The boys took turns holding my leash.
They were dressed in lounge pants. It wasn't long before the pants tented. By the time the third girl arrived, their cocks had popped fly-free and stood watching us girls like a third eye.
Each of the girls dressed smartly for the occasion too. All wore skin-tight mini-dresses and heels. The shorter ones wore platforms to stretch their legs. Kathy didn't need them, but she did too, to tower over the rest of us, the cunt.
The girls couldn't keep their pretty little hands off the cocks and rocks. It was my job to make them behave and I failed miserably. That meant punishment for me.
To receive it, I bent over the back of the couch. Each girl took a turn on my bare ass with a strap. Some enjoyed it way too much. Some giggled their way through with a few tender slaps that barely tickled. Kathy made it sting. Laid the lash right across my mound, the cunt. Afterwards, while rubbing her hand on my burning, pink bottom, she whispered in my ear, "Get used to it, bitch. You're mine." Then she slapped my dripping puss hard. Right on the clit. Nearly came. Bitch.
First item on the agenda was the strip-tease/pole dance/lap dance competition. Yeah, the boys installed a stripper pole for me some weeks back. Can't remember how many times I sucked cock for that, but it was worth it. The girls did a good job, one by one, of performing for the men, the rest of the girls hooting, hollering and cat-calling to egg them on while I served alcoholic drinks to all, the good little servant/waitress/hostess. All the girls teased the boys mercilessly, rubbing their shiny pussies up and down on the boys' hard poles, then enveloping them for a hot stripper fuck. With so many tits in their faces, I was proud of my men for not pumping each slut, in turn, full of man cream. But they held out somehow, though each was red-faced from the effort.
Next came the fuck Mindy competition. I was made to bend over the couch again while each girl in turn strapped on a strap-on and plowed my puss with artificial man meat. Some of the girls were clearly novice, unable to even manage the harness, some hammered me well but without really trying to pleasure me. The better ones gave me the reach around, squeezing my tits while they fucked. The best was Kathy, who went last.
Kathy clearly knew how to handle a strap-on. She cinched up like a veteran switch-hitter, buried the shaft to the hilt, then mauled my clit with her fingers. The bitch leaned on top of my back, her breath in my ear, one hand pinching a nipple, the other pinching my clit. She stroked until I almost couldn't take any more.
"Do you want to cum, Whore?" she said, in my ear, loud enough for everyone to hear.
Whore was my slave name, as shown on my collar. It turned me on every time my Masters used it. It was meant only for them, but smart ass Kathy picked up on it and used it like a dirty word. Just as dirty as she could make it sound. I like it dirty. Like a Pavlovian response, it never failed to tingle my groin.
"Mmmm." I tried to hold out, not wanting to give this cunt fucker the satisfaction.
But she made it nearly impossible, manipulating all my love buttons at once, stroking harder, deeper, faster.
"Beg me to cum, Whore," she said, stroking faster.
The friction against my G-spot was punishing it to fever pitch.
"No," I said, mustering every last ounce of defiance.
She pulled out suddenly, so suddenly it actually popped. The jilly juices drizzled from my empty, gaping slot.
"Oh!" I couldn't help but cry out from the emptiness, that sudden vacuum and dread of lost fruition.
Kathy slapped the dildo against my swollen mound. "Beg for the fucking or I will spank your cunt until you squirt, Whore."
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" The repeated slapping against my hard-nub clit was brutal, painful, but not consistent enough to make me cum, just keep me teetering on the edge. My knees weakened, buckled.
The boys sat on the couch to either side of me. Each pulled one of my legs up at the knee, then held me there, holding my naked ass and cunt gaping for Kathy cunt, adding to my misery and degradation, nay, humiliation in the face of my abuser. My shoulders lie on the men's muscular shoulders, their man scents driving my mind fuck wild with lust.
My cunt was now running a river. Poor little sis, as I called her – hey, men name their dicks – drooling from those pretty little pink lips held wide open, cock-hungry and pulsing with every punishing puss-smack from that puss-handled penis.
"Oh! Oh! Fuck!" I cried out, in turns from each strike.
"Beg for it!" Kathy demanded.
"Mmmph! No!" I cried, biting my lips to keep my mouth from uttering the words of submission to this sinister whoremonger.
Kathy slipped the head of the knob-headed strap-on inside again, much to my combined relief and chagrin. Relief for the way it satiated my lusty inner woman desires. Chagrin from the knowledge this cunt knew how to make a slave's cunt crave.
Kathy grabbed my hair and pulled, forcing my head to turn.
"Look at me, Whore," she commanded. "Look at me while I fuck your worthless cock hole."
Oh, she knew how to press all the right buttons, the bitch. My eyes filled with tears and pled with hers, imploring for relief, hoping for some sympathy, some modicum of respite, no matter how small, from this dike rapist.
