Sara Gets Soaked

Sara Gets Soaked

Part One.

*Note - this is a work of fiction, taken from real life and embellished. The description of Sara is real, her likes and dislikes, activities, fetishes and emotions all come from real life. Any other characters are based on real life interactions. Enjoy*

It was a Friday night and Sara sat at her vanity putting the finishing touches to her makeup. Tonight's look was muted, subtle, but cheap. Her bright red lipstick would smudge easily and her dark eye shadow and mascara were not waterproof. This was by design. One last inspection to make sure she looked slutty enough and then she would be off.

Her long brunette hair reached the middle of her back, her small B cup tit's were encased in black lace and her long legs were clad in sheer black stocking with a nice lace top. Sara checked her little 4 inch cock was suitably tucked in her black lace panties as she slipped on her heels.

She turned in thr mirror, checking out her pert ass as she went. 'Perfect' she thought.

Now, dear reader, it is important to know that Sara was not your typical girl, yes she still had her cock and was likely going to keep it, but she was also a Domme. Her reputation as a master dominatrix had been carefully cultivated over many years. Tonight though she craved something different, she craved the sweet release of sub space and the power that came with surrendering herself. To whom, she didn't much care. She needed not to think, not to be in charge, to relinquish control. And that is exactly what she was going to find.

She pulled a long coat on over her lingerie and stepped out into the cold London night air. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs and feeling the cold in her chest and she looked for a hackney. She gave a whistle and threw up her arm, almost immediately a driver in his 50's pulled over. Lowering his window Sara gave an address 20 minutes away before sliding into the back of the cab. She settled herself on the middle seat in the back, crossing her legs and allowing her coat to slip and expose the top of her stocking clad thighs. Sara kept her eyes off of the driver and on the passing streets, feeling his gaze on her. She liked to show off, to tease. She knew the driver had noticed her and could tell he was stealing glances back at her, undressing her with his mind. If only he knew how little she had on.

The ride was uneventful and they soon pulled over beside a large unassuming terraced house. Sara adjusted her coat and stepped into the road as the driver lowered his window to accept payment. Sara fished in her pockets, looking for cash and as she did so her coat fell open.

Her small tit's, toned flat stomach, shapely string thighs exposed to the driver who seemed a little lost for words, his hand merely hanging, waiting for the fare. He made no effort to hide his stares, his eyes roaming her body while he gripped his crotch with his other hand.

"Keep the change driver" Sara offered as she turned away. She walked across the front of the cab, swishing her coat as went to give the driver one final look at her ass before stepping onto the pavement and upto the door she knew all to well.

She knocked twice and waited. The door opened onto a dimly lit reception hall and a pretty little blonde stood back to alow Sara to enter.

"Good evening Miss" the blonde greeted Sara, keeping her eyes to the floor as she welcomed Sara, an air of familiarity between them. "It isn't Miss tonight Amanda, infact, how would you like to do me a favour?"

Amanda looked up, a sweet smile spreading across her face. "If it is something I can do without breaking my rules I will most gladly oblige".

Amanda was a well trained submissive, it was more than a kink for her, it was a calling. She knew the rules she had to follow, knew which Dom or Domme expected which behaviour and she was always able to please.

"Tell me Amanda, is it busy yet?"

"Maybe 15 other guests are already here Sara, we are expecting no more than 25 tonight. What can I do for you?"

Sara fished in the deep inside pocket of her coat, "I wonder if you would be so kind" her hand around a black leather collar and long metal leash. Sara offered the items to Amanda who grinned as she accepted them.

"Of course Sara, I'm glad to see you will be playing for my team tonight" she grinned.

Sara dropped her coat and scooped her hair up into her hands, exposing her throat. Amanda waisted no time in fastening to collar "How's that? Comfortable?"

Sara let her hair down and brushed her hands nervously down her body " I can breathe if that's what you mean" a smile spreading across her face.

Amanda clipped the leash into place and let her hands brush across Sara's shoulders and arms, almost as if she was trying to comfort Sara. Amanda took the length of the thick silver chain and placed it into Sara's hands "Decided where your going first?"

"Oh Amanda, I think it will be the first floor for me tonight. Would you do thr honours?" A smile spread across face as she held out her leash to Amanda with open hands.

"On your knees bitch" Amanda growled as she took the leash back.

Sara dropped to her knees. She didn't question she just 'did'.

"First floor slut. Let's go. Don't get off your knee until instructed, got it?" Amanda gave a sharp tug on the leash and Sara dropped forward onto her hands now as well. "Yes Ma'am" was all she offered in way of an answer, keeping her face pointed at the floor and stealing a glance at Amanda's beautifully manicured toes and feet.

Amanda opened the door to the house beyond the entrance hall and they were met with a wall of sound. Music was playing and the moans and screams of decadent pleasure where intermingled.

Amanda didn't adjust her pace, she walked confidently with Sara crawling behind her, her knees and hands battering the wooden floor as she tried to keep up.

Inside the first room on the ground floor Sara could only make out a mix of legs, various men and woman in staggering stages of undress. She could tell at least one girl was being fucked from the moans and encouraging comments she heard. Sara felt her little cock twitch, hopefully it wouldn't be long until she felt the same penetration of a firm cock.

Amanda pushed open another door into a hallway leading onto a steep staircase, Sarah now struggling to keep up and thr collar pulling tightly at her throat. As they made there way up the stairs Sara stumbled a few times, her position crawling behind Amanda making it hard to navigate the climb.

Although she couldn't help but notice her little cock stiffen further and her heart rate pick up in pace as she knew they were approaching her favourite play room.

"Are you ready Sara?" Amanda enquired, her hand resting on the door handle at the top of thr stairs.

"Yes Ma'am" was all she could offer. Sara needed what waited behind d the door.

Amanda lifted her foot and placed her toes under Sara's chin, forcing her face up to meet her eyes "I can't stay and play, I have to continue my hostess duties. Is there anything you need before I leave you to what comes next?"

"Ma'am, please let them know that I prefer any penetration to be bare"

Amanda grinned and pushed open the door. A number of heads turned to see who had joined the small group.

The room was well lit, the white tile floor was cooling to Sara's aching hands and knees, having crawled the whole way here.

"Listen up people, some of you may know Sara, her safeword is red and requests that if anyone fucks her slutty hole it be unprotected. You have a nice bareback slut to use. Have fun with her."

Amanda left her in the middle of the room, her leash on the floor. Sara looked around her new surroundings. There were 4 men and 2 woman standing watching a girl fuck herself with a huge dildo. The girl on her back grunting hard as she forced the dildo into herself, her body slick and wet. Was it only sweat? Sara hoped not.

Sara knelt there, hands resting on her thighs, her cock twitching at the sight. One of the group soon broke of and turned his attention to the new toy in the room. Sara looked up expectingly and the man took her chin in his hand and held her face, staring her straight in the face.

"Have you seen enough? Ready to play yourself?" Bedore Sara could answer the man spat right in her face, hitting her in the eyes, his saliva clinging to her eyelashes.

The man stood and took his semi hard cock in his free hand and continued to hold Sara's face in place. "Better clean that up huh?"

"Yes Sir" Sara tried to answer, but her words were lost in the stream of hot yellow piss that the man let loose all over her face.

Sara's open mouth flooded with the warm golden nectar, she chocked on the words that had formed in her throat as her mouth filled and the man's piss spilled down her small chest.

Sara fought to keep her eyes open as the man's stream blasted her face. The force of the stream started to slow after a few moments and Sara found herself being forced to take the man's cock in her mouth, his piss filling her throat. Sara eagerly gulped it down, her little cock twitching as her piss soaked panties clung to her smooth shaved balls.

The man's stream ended and Sara's mouth engulfed the hardening cock. She eagerly slurped on the man's member, her nose pushed hard against the man's pubes.

Sara felt another, smaller, softer, hand on the back of her head. She felt the fingers wrap in her long brunette hair and her head jerk roughly as one of the girls used her mouth to pleasure the man who had just covered her in piss and spit.

Sara eagerly accepted the use of her mouth and throat, the man's large piss covered cock probing deeper and deeper into her throat with the help of the woman. Sara couldn't help herself, her hand clenched her cock and she started to slowly stroke her little cock.

Suddenly her head was pulled back, her face pointed straight up as the woman slapped Sara across the face. "Did you ask permission to touch that pathetic little clit you call a dick?"

Sara was shocked for a moment, the abrupt stop, the slap, the abuse. It was everything she was hoping for and it only served to help her find that sub space she was longing for.

"No Miss, I'm sorry." Sara responded, her hand leaving her cock to leak pre cum.

The woman slapped Sara again and then added her own saliva to Sara's face. The woman smeared the saliva across Sara's face, streaking her makeup. "That's better, you're starting to look like a good little slut!"

And with that, Sara felt her face pushed back onto the man's hard cock, no gentle introduction or chance to breathe, it filled her throat in an instant. Sara gagged and grabbed the man's thighs, she heard him laugh as she tried to look up at him.

She was barely able to make out the man's face before the woman holding her hair had pulled her back again.

Sara found herself on the tile, flat on her back, her small chest heaving as she found a chance to breathe. It didn't last long however. The woman who had been using Sara's mouth as a fleshlight for the man squatted over her face. Her hand slid between her legs and she spread her lips apart. A second warm stream of piss gushed from the woman's cunt, covering Sara's face.

Sara grabbed her small tit's and pinched her hard, sensitive, nipples. Letting a moan escape her lips as she let the strange woman's piss flood her face.

Sara was in ecstasy, her mind totally blank, all she could focus on was the sensations of having her throat invaded and being covered in strangers piss.

The rest of the group had turned their attention from the woman writhing on the floor stretching her cunt and they were all now watching Sara enjoy the golden showers she had been given.

"How's about we finish this little whore off?" the unknown woman asked the rest of the group. Sara was pulled back to her knees and the girl who had been the object of the first show knelt close behind Sara, taking the leash in one hand and grabbing Sara's face with the other.

Sara could feel the warmth from thr girls body pressed against her, her big soft tit's resting between them. The girl leant in close "take it all for us" she moaned in Sara's ear.

Sara knelt, waiting. The anticipation building, her cock pulsing in her panties.

Stream after stream of hot piss blasted Sara. Her face, her tit's, the girl holding Sara made sure to get them both drenched.

3 cocks all aiming at Sara and the unknown companion, her hair sodden to her head, her lingerie past saving. Sara reveled in the piss. The golden liquid running down her face, destroying what was left of her makeup.

The first man stood to the side. His cock hard as he jerked fast. "Here slut" came a rough grunt and Sara turned her face just in time to catch a large rope of thick white cum across her eyes and mouth. Her tongue greedily snaked past her piss covered lips and lapped at the cum she could.

So there we have it. There is more to the story. I'd love any constructive feedback on how my writing could be better!