New Year's Eve Consequences (final)

If you've read my previous installation, you already know how I envisioned the evening going, at least in fantasy world. Today I'm here to relay the tale of how the event unfolded. I'm not allowed to say that every single word of this story is genuinely told and tried (whether it is, or not) so I'll just say I try to make it sound as true to life as possible.

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We had been waiting on tenterhooks for weeks already by the time New Year's came around. The missus and I had plans to attend a gangbang at a place not far from us. She wanted to be the center of attention for five different men (and then me!), but our plans were slightly detoured. Nothing overwhelming or disappointing, just a little case of the group sex scaries.

We arrived right at the prescribed time and sat in the car while we waited for her to get up her gumption. Couldn't have been an easy task. This woman has been told by everyone she has held dear for years and years that her sexuality was an aberrance, a sin, and a mark against her character. I have never told her this. I have never thought this about her. Even when we first met the sexuality she exuded was hard to miss and harder to ignore. So I just kind of...didn't.

I have since met most of the people that made her feel this way. Between the infidelity, the divorces, the neglect of the children, and the constant drama drama drama, frankly I'll take my chances with the Whore of Babylon over here.

Never in our 23 years together have we had to address any of the problems that vex our more vanilla friends and family. When one communicates literally everything that goes on in their consciousness with another human, the investment is overabundant, the transparency is of great comfort, and the mutual understanding is seemingly unattainable otherwise (I know that isn't true, or at least I'm sure it isn't true). Our relationship has featured that level of care and comfort for more than two decades. Admittedly not the great love of the tales of antiquity (or maybe it is! there are some real freaks down through history), it keeps us afloat, organized, joyous, and engaged.

Back to the action. We finally worked up the strength and headed in. We were introduced to the host(s) and shown around the place. Spanking bench? Check. Czech-style glory hole? Czech (get it? I kill me). Private rooms? Check. Some lovely snacks and nibblies? You guessed it, checkity check check.

After our grand tour (fuck Clarkson, right in the ear, easy on the warmth) we made our way upstairs to one of the private rooms with our host. He showed us where necessary amenities are and made to leave.

"Where you headed? Got more to do?" I asked him.

"Headed downstairs, gotta show the other guests."

"Well, there's like five people here why don't you stay awhile and get her started?"

And we're off to the races.

Daddy's new friend was about 6'3" and 190lbs. Gorgeous, taut stomach, beautiful smile, and a 10" black cock. Her favorite kind lol

He loved the idea and told the other host to take over for about 20 minutes. He came back into the room and started in on my wife. He looked down into her beautiful, blue eyes and started telling her how much he wanted to use her up. She started to get into it and sat idly by while he removed her pants and underwear. They kept her top on because it was so cold in the room.

Alongside our kit, the room had a couple desks, a table, and a mattress on the floor. They started with him throwing her leg over the top of the one of the desks, spitting on his cock, and pushing it into her from behind. Her eyes lit up as soon as he found home and she gasped. I was busy recording everything on my phone, waiting for my own chance to enjoy the holes I brought with me. Their positioning on the desk and bucking back and forth on the table actually got her leg caught between the table and the wall. Such a shame. He then picked her up in both his arms and threw her onto a body cushion on the floor. She again stuck her ass up in the air and this time he had an easier time finding a rhythm. In and out, back and forth, he used her pussy to stroke his cock.

"This pussy is so fuckin wet. Fuck yeah," another fan lol

The color in her face kept coming up and up and up and I knew she was enjoying the hell out of herself. Just being a good piece of meat, like Daddy showed her.

He came in her quickly (didn't need those 20 minutes after all), disposed of his condom and told us he would send his friend in in a minute to keep the party going. His friend was already entering the room as our host departed.

"We don't have a lifeguard bro. Bring a towel," I laughed at our host's dry sense of humor, but I also knew he was 100% right about his assessment.

Once inside, our latest friend started up conversation while he got his cock out and guided her to her knees by her shoulders. Once there, he patted her tongue with his big, black cock. Now, this man had the most amazing physique I have ever seen in-person. Rock hard abs and ass, broad shoulders with ridiculous definition, a picturesque penis, and arms that my wife particularly enjoyed clutching later on.

When he was done getting himself ready to violate her mouth, he slid her face about halfway down his cock and held it there. She wasn't having any trouble taking it so he eased it further and further until her nose was resting comfortably in his pubic hair and her face began to change color again. Bluer this time. She's so devoted!

She went about pleasing Daddy's friend for another few minutes, with him praising her for her wonderful work while they were at it.

"Good job, beautiful. That's how you make me cum."

He picked up his pace after this and started truly fucking her face. Her sliding that cock into her mouth, gagging on it, then trying again. Over and over. Him beginning to get more and more aggressive. Gagging on every stroke now. Spitting up in between them. Gag spit dripping off her chin the whole time. Just a mess of a shell of a whore. I couldn't have been prouder.

"All right, sweetheart. Are you ready?" he was very prepared to make a mess of more holes than just the one.

"Hold on..." I said from the corner of the room, watching the action up close and getting some fun footage, "you be a good girl and get that cock as far down your throat as you can. You can come up for air when Daddy says so."

"Do as your Daddy says," he cooed to her while he stared down into her ice-blue eyes.

With his cock still in her mouth, she said "Yes Daddy," with her mouth wide open. I wouldn't have known what she was saying if I didn't already know the right answer. She began paying more attention to the frenulum at the head of his cock and he told her how much he appreciated that too.

She began doing as I instructed and got his cock all the way down her throat. She held it there and locked her eyes on his, as if daring him to stop first. He was never going to quit before she did, but she took his defiance as a test.

"Now Princess, what do you need more, air or cock?" I already knew her answer, but half the joy in asking is how it makes her appear when she does it. She demurs. She displays confidence. She wants you to know that she takes her job very seriously.

"GAK...YEFF DDDDY."

I laughed while she struggled and pulled on her nipple to see if I could make the look on her face change. She knew better than to fall for that trick, so she just kneeled there and took it, not a single flinch or blink or even a muscle contraction in her face. She turned her head to stare at me while she was stone-faced. She was clearly feeling herself.

At this point, she was in over her head. She refused to acknowledge it in any way. She was brave, if a little silly. I snapped my fingers and she came up for air, coughing hard and spitting up a bunch of throat slime on Daddy's friend's cock.

"Be good and do what Daddy's friend says. You go take that dick."

She gave me an emphatic "Yes, Daddy!" and made her way to the bed on the other side of the room. She removed her top and her bra for the first time that night and her nipples were making it very obvious that she was pleased with her current predicament. She was making that look. You know the one. The one when your partner is clearly going to enjoy whatever the fuck you have in store for them and they can't wait to get started. The eyes get all focused and intense, the mouth curls into a smirk at the slightest provocation, the cheeks are flushed, the nervous energy causes the hands to shake and tremor. The time was upon us.

She laid back in the bed and locked her eyes on his. He moved tenderly to the mattress, right on top of her, and stroked her cheek to reassure her that she was in the right hands. He slid on a condom and lined his beautiful penis up with her dripping cunt. Pushing slowly and cooing all the time, Daddy's friend made her eyes go so big when he was finally at his preferred depth (that is, all the fucking way to her cervix lol). He started slowly, but it was clear to him that she was not interested in that.

In my home, I am a selfish and wholly unconcerned lover. I take what I want, leave nothing for anyone else, and make tools and objects out of my partners. I am what anyone would call a sadist. A really virulent strain too. I say all that to draw your attention to her experience right now. Watching him work up to full speed was a real treat. This is what she was there for. To take dick hard and fast and melt her poor, tiny brain. I do not behave this way at home. It's her favorite way to fuck and I rarely (soooo rarely) engage in it. I prefer to take my time and savor her suffering. Every twisted snarl when I pinch her. Every long, hard exhale when I punch her in the ribs while she's on her hands and knees taking a fucking. Every gasp as the head of my dick finally slips into her stretched anus, every tear she cries while I degrade the living shit out of her, every head-whip to see what I'm up to back there, all of it. All of them add up to my very favorite sexual encounters. The truly barbaric ones. I'll leave those to your imagination for now. Perhaps I'll illustrate some of what I mean later.

His pace was intense and he said he was planning on fucking her now and coming back for afters later on. He saw a video of her masturbating and teasing the camera before we got there (I sent it to him, of course!), so he wanted to make sure she didn't get it in her head that teasing was acceptable.

Now his pace is slowing and his face is contorting into that familiar absent-minded denouement. He pulls out, whips off the condom, and cums and cums and cums all over her back. She smiled her best, most radiant smile while he moaned and threw his head back and finished his climax. She turned and sat on her butt and looked up at him like he just saved her dog. A hero. A knight in shining armor. A gentleman who doesn't place his pleasure above her own.

What a sucker lol

As the moment died down and Daddy's friend headed back downstairs (it was hot as hell listening to the others downstairs just playing and having fun, ignoring the dirty deeds right above their heads) we huddled up to see what she wanted to do next. Apparently there were others very interested in spending time with her, but they hadn't shown up yet, so we just chilled. She started getting nervy so I proposed we head out and try again when she was feeling a little braver. Honestly, it was just awkward waiting for more people to show.

We headed to the street, our host accepted our apologies on the way out, and we jumped in the car and headed home.

"Now Princess, what are you going to do when we get home?"

"Be a good girl, Daddy. Now Poppa gets to take all my holes back!"

Right she was, of course. When we play with any other playmate, she is required to be home that night so I can avail myself of her. She is mine and I'll make sure she doesn't forget it.

Because we left so early, it still wasn't even midnight when we got home. We wanted to celebrate while we were out, but it just didn't happen. No worries! We'll have our own fun with it. Once we were home, she was so exhausted she needed to lay down. The combination of anxious energy, lively fucking, and her eternally curious mind had left her pretty well spent. I took her to my closet, opened up her cage, and helped her inside it. It's a dog cage with a peaked top and a door that opened up on it. So she has to get her leg into the cage first. Once she's in there, I put my hand on her head and push her down into her sleepy spot. She was asleep before I even left the room, the little angel. When she's in her cage she's not allowed to speak, only barking and whining. When I locked her cage up (we always leave the bottom door unlocked, too dangerous otherwise) I looked down at her and told her to show her Daddy "thank you" for making her such a good whore.

Her eyes got wide, her breathing got short, and she had her fifth orgasm of the night. There were a great many more to come, but for now five was as good as she would hope to get. Most folks don't believe me when I say that she'll cum on command, but it's just one of her many superpowers that I am regularly in awe of. It's not like the years of training weren't by my hand, but the fact that she can do it under any set of circumstances makes it even more formidable. (Aside: I'll have to remember to tell you all about some of the stories she's found herself in as a result of her superpower.)

I let her rest and retreated to the big bed in my room (it's not her's anymore, I own it and I own her). I took a Sildenafil (generic Viagra) and waited for the ball to get closer to dropping. I entertained myself by texting with another friend of ours that we regularly play with. She's a medical student, 16 years my junior, and almost as kinky as my wife lol

While I waited, I started to hear some timid barking coming from her house. I peeked my head in and saw that she was all done with her nap. I unlocked her cage, got her out, led her into my bedroom and instructed her to lose all her clothing before I did it for her. I reminded her that I was not likely to be especially forgiving if I had to do it myself. She hurriedly went about disrobing and stood before me with nothing guarding my gaze from her glorious form.

I was even more eager than normal to get this whole ritual out of the way, so I shoved her forcefully onto our bed, grabbed her legs and spun her so her head was hanging over the edge of the mattress in front of me. She begged me to be easy, that her headache was getting bad, that she had already had so much excitement tonight, that she was still tired and sore. I don't know if I even heard her words (she told me of her pleading later), but I certainly didn't heed them if I did. I slid down my pants to reveal the kind of hard-on ordinarily reserved for teenage boys and porn stars. I am not nearly so well-endowed as our friends from earlier, but I have a nice, fat dick. One that serves up suffering as surely as it does sensuality. As the saying goes: "I may not be able to touch bottom, but I'll scrape the hell outta some sides!"

There really wasn't any ramping up this time. I plunged my cock into her mouth and started really pumping hard right out of the gate. Coughing, spluttering, and spitting up right into her own nose were the order of our New Year's celebration. So many beautiful moments to enjoy together, as a couple lol

She began complaining that I was hurting her teeth by reaching so far down her throat, so I was merciful and relented. From there, I flipped her onto her back, her bum now in the same position her mouth was just shortly before. I slid in to her cunt easily, with zero hesitation (I know how wet she gets when you use her face) and stroked myself with her tender guts at a nice, relaxing pace. I watched her look as she began her ascent to her first orgasm of this particular scene. She did not disappoint. Our pace picked up, our breathing got heavy, her eyes went wide and her cunt squeezed me so lovingly over and over. I take pride in the fact that she always cums more for me than she does for any of our other friends.

We switched positions twice, once to put her legs up over her head and another to lay on her side. I was getting ready to pop and I told that silly little doll to lift her leg further so I could cum on her asshole. I jerked my cock off and came all over her ass. I rubbed a healthy pool of semen into her asshole and announced my intentions.

"You better be nice and messy now, kiddo. Poppa isn't using any lube this time. Just that tasty pussy slime."

She pleaded with me at that point, but that was my asshole I wanted to violate. I stuffed my cock up her ass with very little temerity and very much malignancy. She squirmed, yelled, hissed through her teeth and gave it all up and started sobbing. Big, wracking sobs where her shoulders shook like they weren't under her control. She yelled at me for wanting to hurt her, but I know that's just code for "if I can still yell, you're not doing it hard enough."

The sobbing gave way to quiet pouts and the odd sniffle. She was taking my cock now without a single thought crossing her face. I took it nice and slow with her dry, sticky backdoor. I knew it would hurt more if I took it slow, too. Always a good draw.

Her crying slowed down and she began begging for my load.

"Please, Daddy. Don't make me wait anymore. I'm going to have to use the word."

"Cry for me, cunt. Do that and you can have whatever you like."

The tears flowed unabashedly. I grinned outwardly, as much as I liked, while she remained unable to form full sentences. I bore down, touched the inner-most reaches of her rectum and filled it with a sizable load. Her eyes were in disbelief for the entire exchange.

Finally, I threw my head back and groaned loud and began to extract myself from my extra special spouse-shaped nugget. She always hates when I take it out, so I try to do it as suddenly and cruelly as possible.

We saw it was nearly 3am after I slid my penis from her warm, wet bowels, so it was time to get some sleep. I kissed my girl on her tiny head, told her how good she was, and began the sleep of a satisfied man.