The night was a blur of sexual debauchery. Geoff not only indulged my every whim, but he heightened my desires and took things to a new level. Bent over the computer desk in my bedroom, he brutalized my ass while we watched adult theater porn. I screamed in passion, begging him to ravage me harder, deeper, and faster. On the floor, I humped his face as his tongue danced inside my drenched hole.
We made love, had sex, and fucked. Yes, there are differences. Momentarily sated and thoroughly exhausted, I fell into a languid slumber, waking with the sun and feeling refreshed. I woke my new boyfriend by sucking his magic cock to life and rode him until he promised to blast his cum all over my face, tits, and body, so I could wear his liquid lust on my flesh.
"Are you going to dominate me and tell me what to do, tonight? I'd get off so hard by you ordering me around in front of your friends."
He chuckled, got up, and put his hands around my neck, as if preparing to choke me. My thighs instinctively spread in submission, my breath coming in aroused, jagged heaves.
"I don't see a slave collar around your perfect neck. You are not my property to command."
"What if I want that?"
"Tell you what," he said. "I'll buy you a slave collar. When you want to be treated like a piece of sexual property, put it on. You can, of course, remove the collar any time you choose, but while you wear, you are mine to command."
My fingers flew to my throbbing clit. "Just promise me you'll make me be a dirty fucking slut."
"I swear it."
My lover had work obligations, leaving me alone for the day. As soon as my front door latched shut, my fingers buried themselves in my sodden slit, my passions reigniting. I had to clean my house, making it presentable. However, chores could wait until I had another orgasm or three. The sensual aroma of his dried jizz on my overheating flesh aroused me to the point that my nectar poured down my legs and my clit throbbed. My plan to box and store my myriad sex toys was delayed when I plugged my well-used holes with vibrators and dildos, fucking myself to oblivion.
As every minute ticked by, my mind further filled with anticipation. I'd soon have four men captive in my house, and I was going to tease them, making them so horny for me that, hopefully, at least one of them would cum in his pants. The idea of behaving came, unbidden, to my mind. I immediately laughed it off, knowing that no matter how hard I tried to be a good girl, I just couldn't--wouldn't. I preferred five guys over four. That would give me one for each hole and one for either hand.
My mind played fantasies of how I could use them to satisfy myself. I imagined myself cursing and begging, covered in cum, my makeup smeared from lust, and those sexy men stroking themselves over me. Then I thought about Geoff. Not only was he an amazing lover, almost psychically knowing exactly what I wanted and how I desired it, but I felt genuine comfort and attraction around him. My heart and soul seldom aligned with my libido. I hoped that I wouldn't scare him away.
Moaning in frustration as I forced my fingers away from my swollen clit, I texted my new boyfriend. "Watcha doing?"
His response came thirty seconds later, which made me smile. "Collar shopping."
My pussy gushed. "Really?"
"Do you like this one?"
A picture followed. My already-hard nipples further engorged at the sight. The photo showed a woman from her lips to her cleavage, wearing a delicate silvered slave collar. She was blushing with arousal, her teeth gnawing on her bottom lip. Her smooth neck sported the jewelry, and her breasts were ripe with lust. I could see the top corner of her name tag, which meant she worked wherever Geoff shopped, and she willingly modeled for him. That made sense; he was pure eye candy, and his aura of lusty sexuality made women wet, me included.
"Are you going to fuck her while she wears the collar? It would be so hot to force me to wear it after that."
"No," he replied. "But I love how you think."
He certainly knew how to play my games, and I loved it.
"Question, stud. Should I wear the boots with my elf costume or high heels?"
"Send pics of both."
"You just want to see me!"
"Of course I do. Everything about you is perfect, arousing, and stunning. Fucking hot, too."
Wow! I sprinted into the bedroom and practically jumped into the elfin boots made to match my cosplay outfit. Standing in front of the mirror, I took a snapshot of me from the waist down, ensuring that he had a good view of my neatly-trimmed fiery pubes.
"Like?"
"Amazing, stunning, and sexy. The boots are nice too. Ever been fucked wearing those boots?"
"Dozens of times."
Because my fingers were invading my cunt, I kicked off the boots and managed to stop masturbating long enough to don the heels. The white leather pumps sported deadly five-inch stiletto heels, open toes, and long laces that wound their way up my calves. I usually attract ass-men, but every time I wore them, foot fetishists from miles around came running.
For that shot, I lay back on the bed and spread my legs. I rather likes the way it turned out. The high heels were perfectly displayed, and my hot, wet pussy was perfectly frames by my cum-saturated thighs. My fingers were flying over my clit when I took the selfie, and it was a hot, nasty, dirty picture.
"What do you think about that?"
"To see you is to want you."
"Did I make your dick hard? Fuck that slutty cashier in the picture and come back, so I can lick her cum off your cock."
He ignored my slutty pleas. "Which pair makes you feel sexiest?"
"The heels."
"There's your answer. See you tonight."
I removed the footwear and cleaned them with a polishing wipe, followed by sanitizing wipes. That was a good idea; a drop of dried cum was one the shoes from the last time I wore them. Clean, shiny, and sexy I ran my fingers over the glimmering leather and shrugged. Moaning over how slutty I am, I lay back and spread my legs, plunging one of the heel into my dripping hole. As I fucked myself, moaning and whimpering in passion, the other shoe ran over my body, stimulating my aching nipples and stabbing into my needy flesh. Inspired, I recorded a short video.
"I'm so fucking horny! I need to fucking cum. Does it make you hard, watching me fuck myself with my slutty heels?" I fucked myself hard and deep with the leather shoe, screaming in passion. "Fuck, I"m fucking cumming. Oh shit, fuck, oh, fuck. So good. Mmm, aah. Fuck!"
In post-orgasmic bliss, I watched my tawdry footage, then sent it to Geoff.
"You are dirty fucking slut," he texted.
I read the message, my jaw dropping. I knew it! He couldn't handle me. Resigned to my fate, I could only smile. Albeit short, it was fun while it lasted. I'd miss his magic cock, and my heart actually felt some sorrow.
My phone dinged, another message. "I'm so proud of you!" A smiley face followed.
"You fucking bastard! I thought I went too far and lost you."
"I know who my father is. If you want me to stay over tonight, wear those high heels to bed."
I smiled, bouncing up and down on my bed with joy. "Just promise me you'll cum on my shoes, so I can lick it off of them."
"Does your costume have elf ears? Never fucked an elf."
"Tonight's your lucky night. Can you come over before your friends get here? I want a warm-up fuck."
"Can't. Work. See you tonight, my sylvan vision."
I wiled away the time, fingering myself as I thought up ways to tease. Wanting to feel as slutty as possible, I spent my day mostly nude, only wearing my freshly-fucked heels. My home office required a scanty bit of dusting, and I had the foresight to leave a bullet vibrator at my computer station. If was am extremely quiet one that I sued for public masturbation. All of the gaming system were fired up and checked, and I ensured that the connection node with the battle Realms servers was operating at full capacity.
"Oh, shit! They'll be here any minute." Lost in thought, I'd lost track of time.
I tore off my slutty heels and ran into the shower. As soon as the hot water cascaded over my nudity, my mind fixated on getting slammed hard and deep in the shower. The feeling of getting pounded to oblivion while rivulets of liquid heat washed over me enticed. I quickly turned the shower head to the hard massage setting and let the steaming water pulse against my clit. My hips pumped back and forth as my knees grew weak. My back fell against the wet tile, one hand squeezing my tits as I moaned. Then, I heard the faint sound of my doorbell. It didn't register, at first, so I continued. Right when the pulverizing throes of passion threatened to consume me, I heard the bell ringing once more, followed by knocks.
"Coming!" I shouted, turning off the water.
I quickly ran a towel over my red hair and grabbed the first garment in reach. It was a micro-thin silk robe in pale green. The cut was short and sexy, and the lapels were designed to reveal rather than cover. Under normal circumstances, the wispy material enhanced the body it covered. When I wore it, the outlines of my areolas could be easily seen, and my constantly erect nipples poked through. With my body drenched, it became scandalous. Smiling at the sultry vision in the mirror, I pranced out of my bathroom to the front door.
"Who is it?" I cooed.
My hand descended to my already-soaked pussy, wetting my fingers. Withdrawing my dripping digits, I used my sexual nectar as a perfume, dabbing some at the nape of my neck and between my breasts. It drives lovers mad with desire.
"Amber?" an uncertain voice called. "It's John. We spoke on the phone last night, and you invited us over to game."
I unlocked the front door and slung it wide open. The men's eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets when they saw me.
"Sorry, boys," I began, giving them the lustiest smile I could muster. "I was in the shower." I shrugged exaggeratedly, feeling my boobs bounce. Their eyes fixated on my prominent nipples. "You're John, and you're Gary. I'm sorry. I didn't get your name last night on the phone."