The fall semester had finally come to an end. It was mid-December and after weeks of hard work and very little sex with my bride of six months, Sue, I was ready to plow some wet pussy. Sue also was very busy since Thanksgiving and I trusted she had similar urges. She is a beautiful blonde lady who has soft pillow-like tits and an hour glass figure, standing only 5'5" tall. When she has very little clothing on, my control over primal urges is both remarkable and frustrating. But it was her face and the beauty of her person that I had fallen in love with. She is so refined, yet when naked in my arms is a delightful slut. I was completely surprised when she lent me to two of her virgin friends who had a need to get laid. She was dropping blunt hints when we were alone about her ownership of my genitals, as though she was calling all the shots (so to speak) coming from my cock. She seemed to delight in poking fun at my meager size with her friends in front of me, and chiding me at my discomfort.
She pulled to the curb in front of the business college in our ancient VW bus. My stomach had the ache of anticipation of sexual pleasure. I was disappointed when I was informed that she had a favor for me to do for her.
"Joe, there is a semester-end gathering at Mrs. Chapman's and she needs help in serving the guests."
"OK, but what does that mean to me? I can drop you off and come back later." I countered.
"Sorry, fella, I am one of the guest hosts and you are going to be doing the serving," Sue answered. "And, there is an auction for Children's Hospital, with your naked butt being one of the prizes up for bid."
"Oh no," I complained, "Am I to be someone's sexual plaything?"
"Not necessarily," Sue replied, "unless Jane wins the bid, then your sweet little cock will spend a day and half spilling cum down her throat."
That caused a stir deep down inside my horny self.
"You have a persuasive way about you. Let's get to it since I will always do as you want. Do I need to change?" I asked.
"Well, first of all, get out of your clothes as I drive, you have some trimming to do." Sue informed me.
"Jump in the back and shave the appropriate areas. You know that smooth and silky is preferred," She continued, "Jack is going to be there too, and he is a hairy ape as men go. I'm anxious to see if he is as well-endowed as Cynthia claims."
"Great and I suppose my little fella is discussed in the teacher's lounge, too." I declared, not concealing my embarrassment at the thought.
"Jane and Paula spread the word after last September, but both really praised how sexy you are and how you made them feel so good. You have nothing to be uncomfortable about." Sue replied.
As I moved past my shirt and lowered my jeans and undershorts, the little fellow was firming up.
"When we stop, would you do this for me?" I asked.
"Sure." smiled Sue.
As I picked up the bag with the shaving cream and the razor, I noticed a bottle of musk cologne.
"Going all out tonight, huh?" I remarked.
"Yep" Sue laughed.
She turned into a large estate just beyond the city limits and up a tree lined driveway. She pulled into an open area where there were several cars already parked. She stopped the engine and came between the seats to the flat bed constructed in lieu of a bench seat. I laid flat on my back and Sue, dressed in a silky, shiny evening gown, pulled her gown up to her knees and straddled my midsection.
"Raise the arms, pal." Sue commanded.
She shook the shaving cream a few times, as I obeyed her command, and she covered my pitiful underarm growth with cream and dispatched the hair with a few strokes...
"You know that I own you, don't you?" she asked.
"Not really, or in what sense do you mean?" I replied.
"In the hotel room on our wedding night you proclaimed that your genitals belonged to me." She explained.
"But that was meant in a figurative way." I countered.
"Well, I took it as quite sincere, and I am going to control what is mine. Someday, your beautiful, but somewhat small, cock is going to provide us a family. I am just telling you that I call the shots, your shots, so to speak. If I want to parade you naked in front of people and have you engaged in erotic acts, on them, for them, or in them, I will." Sue said with sternness in her voice.
Now, this statement had all five and half inches of me extending itself to full capacity beneath her sexy gown. Why there was such a sexual arousal within me was a mystery. But she knew just how to manipulate and control me. She had known it for quite some time. Sue rapidly completed my preparation for the gathering inside the large, Tudor-style mansion. She grabbed a towel and wiped off the excess shaving cream from my now smooth, hairless self.
"Let's get moving." she commanded, as she playfully slapped at my firm erection.
We stepped out of the old bus, Sue beautiful in a black, shiny silk gown; me completely naked with only a pair of running shoes. The outside air was cold on me, even at a mild 45 degrees. Sue rang the bell and a matronly, older woman opened the door, and broke into a smile as she caught sight of this odd couple. Sue wrapped her left hand around my erection and led me through the door.
"Sue, how are you; And Joe, how nice it is to finally see you. I can tell by your skin tone that it is brisk outside, and by this you are aroused to be here." the woman greeted us and replaced Sue's left hand around my stiff cock with her own.
"Joe, meet Sondra Chapman, my mentor in many ways. She founded our Women's Club and is a terrific help to everyone here." Sue responded.
Sondra slowly stroked my insignificant length sending warm waves of pleasure throughout my chilled body. She then led me past the foyer, my erection still in hand into a very large, open room.
There were four oval, wood tables set in the form of a square. Each table had metal brackets set in place to restrain a person's arms and legs. The room was sunken, surrounded by three steps down on all sides. Mrs. Chapman led me to one corner at the top of the stairs and turned me so as to face the center of the room. I had attracted the attention of the twenty plus women below, all in black evening gowns, and not even one had even a glimmer of a chance to be a model. There were three nude men, one in each corner, facing the center of the room. I knew who was Jack, husband of Cynthia, by the approximate eight inch cock dangling between his legs. The other two had more reasonably sized cocks, but still larger than me. They were not connected with anyone in the room, I learned later, but were hired by Mrs. Chapman. Not coincidentally, most of the females were gathered in Jack's corner. His cock had one hand or another stroking it, and the recipient of kisses and licks. The other two were well developed male escorts and both of their cocks were receiving attention. As I stood and took in the scene, Jane went up to Jack and took about three quarters of his length down her throat. She slowly, ever so slowly, slid back off Jack's phallus and Jack lent his head back as his newly released, glistening cock appeared to swell. I said to myself, he is going to shoot a load across the room.
The names of the other two were Bob and David. Neither had more than two or three women stroking their cocks. It was only the view in front of me that kept little boy in a semi hard state. One modestly proportioned redhead, with a nicely low cut dress and cleavage, came up and took my little fella down to the back of her throat. She gently caressed the underside of the mushroom head with her tongue, as well as tickling the sensitive underside my scrotum, she released me. Now, that had the blood flowing again. It would be nice, I mused, to have little "fella" slide inside of her hot little puss.
"Sisters, let us have our prize guests be fastened to a table so we can have our snacks and proceed to the bidding." The older woman announced.
Sue came over and took hold of my erection, saying, with a giggle "down here, shorty."
First, Sue used a warm soapy cloth to cleanse my skin for what was to come. Then, she led me to a table and motioned me to climb on top, first pointing down at my shoes. I removed them and stepped on a chair, and proceeded to lie, spread-eagled, on the table. Three other women fastened my arms and legs with the metal straps. My arms were fastened at the wrist and my legs were held down at the ankle. The table rotated like a "Lazy Susan" and Sue stood still while rotating the table as she wiped down my naked self.
"You look good enough to eat, and the ladies are ready to enjoy." Sue whispered in my ear.
Someone, I did not see who, poured ranch dressing on my chest. A bowl of salsa was dumped on my genitalia (and it was C-O-L-D). Other dipping sauces were spread down my legs and on my stomach. Maybe five women gathered around the table and used chips or vegetables to collect a sauce. I had become a nude sauce bowl. They started to spin me around and play with my stiff cock.
"I want the clear sauce coming from the head of his cock. It tastes good on strawberries." commented one of the women.
"If he shoots, I want some on a corn chip." said another.
The more they stroked my cock and caressed my body with their snacking, the more aroused I became. I began to feel the surging deep inside and the involuntary movement of my pelvis pushed my butt off of the table and my cock stretching for the ceiling.
"BINGO!!!!" shrieked a woman at one of the other tables as their play toys cum began to spurt.
The more the ladies kept the table in motion and the different hands moving up and down my cock, the closer I approached climax. The constant attention on the head of the little guy caused wave after wave of warm pleasure to roll from my toes to my ears. The chatter in the room became inaudible to me as all focus went to that spot on the underside of my mushroom head. My hips strained to push up as far as possible. When that exquisite moment arrived, the release was accompanied by the rush of spunk up the shaft, exploding out the tiny mouth up into the air. Additional spurts of cum came with the rapid relaxation of all the pent up tensions within the totally stiff erection. The first shot landed just above my navel.
"Nice show, tiny dick." cheered one of the women at the table.
"Better than the one I saw last September." laughed Myrna, who was sitting right behind my head.
I was not aware of her presence, and felt a sudden jolt of embarrassment, as I felt on that Sunday. I recalled slowly "pounding my pudding" standing at our circular table, standing right between Sue and Myrna.
