Be Careful of Your Fantasies

I didn't hear from Jerome or Naomi for over a week. In my mind, I was trying to calculate when the next big party would be held. Not the smaller Wednesday night parties but the infrequent large parties. Thinking about having 30 men attending always made me wet, even if I'd have to share them with more women. I was starting to obsess about it and wondered if I should message Jerome. I knew that wasn't the protocol, after all I was his toy, but I also wanted to be sure I didn't miss the event. Then the box arrived. It was from Amazon, but neither Robert or I had ordered anything. I thought maybe he was lying and had ordered something for Liz, inappropriate lingerie for example, but when I opened it I knew it was for me. It was a big black dildo. I suppose it could have been for Liz, but my husband had given no indication he wanted to lose her to a huge dominant cock like he had with me. Plus she seemed happy with him. But I digress.

I assumed Jerome and Naomi had sent it to me, a suspicion confirmed via an email I received shortly after the delivery from daddy. It was simple and to the point.

"Slut. Twice a year there is a blowout party much bigger than the usual parties. I will pick you up at 3pm next Saturday. Don't be surprised if you don't return home until Sunday. You received a package today according to the tracking. You need to practice your deep throating skills. The host of the party likes to test the new girls. He will choose one to take first before you are shared. One of the tests will be deep throating him, although we can not predict the position he will choose. There will be other tests he uses to determine who gets the honor of starting the party with him. I expect you to win."

I read the message a second time and then looked at the dildo. I wanted it in my pussy more than in my mouth. I snuck off to the bathroom and stripped. I felt naughty sitting on the toilet trying to decide if I should blow the dildo or fuck myself. In the end, I decided it would be easier to deep throat the dildo if it was slick with my juices. At least that was the rationalization I used. It went easily into my pussy and I began to slowly fuck myself. I didn't want to cum yet. I figured I would use that as a reward if I could swallow the toy without gagging. After about five minutes, I was getting close to orgasming, so I pulled it out of my pussy and slowly pushed it into my mouth. Although it tasted nice, I failed to get it into my throat without coughing. That was unacceptable. I tried. I really did. But no matter how I aligned my head and throat, I couldn't take it all without gagging. Although I didn't want to, I went to my husband for help.

How does someone explain they need help learning to deep throat a big dildo so they can perform better at a party where they will be fucked by an unknown number of strangers? I did it the only way I could. I told the truth. I told my husband that Jerome told me I needed to learn to deep throat before this weekend's party. I also confessed that I had fucked it already. Robert wasn't upset. But he wasn't going to help for free either. His cost was a blowjob for himself (I had been letting Liz handle those duties) and then if I succeeded felating the dildo, he would fuck my ass while I fucked my pussy. Remembering what it felt like to be filled front and back at the last party, I quickly agreed to his terms and stripped off my clothes.

Robert helped by holding the dildo in various positions letting me feel which might be the best angle for me. Not surprisingly, I think I did best by kneeling in front of him, holding my hands behind my back with my eyes closed, while he held the dildo on his crotch. With my eyes closed I could imagine it was Jerome I was servicing. That gave me inspiration to take a bit more before I gagged. He also tried holding the dildo above my head forcing me to crane my neck backward and a third position of laying on the table on my side. Each position had its merits in my mind, but I didn't complete my task. I still had to blow Robert for helping and while I had a belly full of his yummy (I never used to say that) cum, he gave me a firm spanking instead of fucking me. I must admit I did enjoy that.

We tried again the next day. Same result, same punishment, although it really wasn't much of a punishment and my Master didn't seem upset that I masturbated while he spanked me. The third day I think Robert was tiring of my failures so we didn't practice until after Liz arrived. Today he told me that if I failed, he would fuck Liz. I wasn't exactly sure how that would punish me since I knew he had been fucking her for weeks, but I quickly made another attempt. Just as quickly, I failed. Then Liz spoke up.

"Beth, I really need your husband to fuck me tonight, but I'm still willing to help you. That is if you agree to let me fuck me if you succeed."

What? How was she going to help me? I had a vision of her just ramming the dildo down my throat, but instead, she helped me into a new position. I was soon on the table again, but this time face down with my head off the edge.

"The key is to be relaxed and at an even level with his cock," she told me. Then she added, "Make sure his cock is wet before you begin." I didn't understand that as it would be wet immediately from my saliva. I thought she meant by licking it or using some lube. And while that was probably fine, she decided to fuck me with the dildo instead. I liked that. She even seemed to take a bit of a dominant position over me by ordering me to reach back and grab my ankles while she pushed the faux cock deep inside my pussy.

"If you can cum before you try to deep throat him that would be ideal," she told me as I felt my body respond to the dildo. "But from what I heard, at the party that might not be realistic, so just try to relax."

I wasn't sure how she knew about the party. Robert must have told her. I also was not sure how I could relax with my husband's babygirl fucking me, but the dildo did feel nice and I started to forget the situation and concentrate of the pleasure. After a few minutes, she pulled the dildo from my pussy and walked around the table to my head. I suppose she was letting me practice without the benefit of an orgasm I probably wouldn't get at the start of the party. Or she was just being a bitch and teasing me.

"Open your mouth in a circle, push your tongue down and relax," she told me. I did as she asked, minus the relaxing part. I didn't make it quite all the way to the base, but I did better before I started coughing. She didn't seem surprised, pulled the dildo back out of my mouth and then told me to roll over on my back. Then she walked around the table and started fucking me again. She didn't need any more lubrication on the dildo. This time I was confident she just enjoyed teasing me.

Much like the first time, she fucked me slowly for a couple of minutes and then pulled out the dildo and walked back to the end of the table and my head. This time she had me scoot down so my head was hanging off the side. She then held the dildo over her crotch much like Robert had done and boom! It went straight down my throat to the base. Liz and Robert cheered. That felt weird, but not as weird as having a fake cock so deep in my throat. Then Liz began pulling it out, but only a few inches. Then she pushed it back in to the base again.

Is it strange that I felt pride that I was able to swallow the whole thing? Was it strange that I was looking forward to my husband fucking her as my reward. Liz fucked my mouth for a few minutes and then pulled the dildo out and had me get on my knees. I thought she was going to expect me to eat her as payment for her help. Instead, she told me to open my mouth again. And you know what? I took the entire dildo again. It seemed like once I figured out how not to gag, the position wasn't as important. Over and over she slid the dildo to the hilt and then she would have me change positions. I was loving the sensation and then suddenly it wasn't the dildo but my husband's cock. I had not agreed to helping him get hard to fuck Liz, I did my best anyway.

I didn't expect it, but we ended up with me on my hands and knees, my husband's cock in my ass (no it wasn't nearly as pleasurable as Jerome and company) and my mouth on Liz's pussy. That was nice. I was a good girl and just served them for a few minutes. Then I reached between my legs to give myself pleasure. I could tell Liz was getting close to climaxing so I worked her clit with more vigor and I rubbed my own clit harder as well. I figured if both his girls came at the same time, that would trigger Robert's orgasm as well. He's not so hard to figure out and I was right. Liz did not seem that upset that he fucked me instead of her.

We didn't play much more, although we both sucked Robert's cock (not to completion) and Liz and I ate each other in a raucous 69. Robert ended up taking Liz to our marital bed while I was relegated to the guest bedroom. All was quiet for a while, but then I heard Liz begin to moan. I had been slowly fucking myself with the new dildo when I realized my husband was fucking Liz, so I did the only thing I could think to do. I jumped out of the bed and sat against the common wall between the two bedrooms. I then started to suck off the dildo while I fingered my pussy. Jerome wanted me experienced at deep throating so I knew I needed practice. I was strangely happy that Liz was finally getting what he wanted. With my ear against the wall listening to their sounds of passion, my throat full of pretend cock and my fingers dancing on my clit, I came before them. I'm sure my own sounds of pleasure were muffled by the dildo, but my orgasm did not suffer for not being able to be as loud as usual. Even after they came, I was not satisfied so I lay on the bed and used the dildo, hard and fast, for its intended purpose. I'm sure they heard me that time. The neighbors probably did too.

It was weird walking into the kitchen the next morning and finding a naked Liz making breakfast. That didn't stop me from eating it, mind you. It was just weird. We all ate together and then went our separate ways for work. That night I practiced my deep throating again and Robert fucked me as a reward again. I felt like I was getting pretty good. I also thought a lot about the party. By Friday night I was on pins and needles with anticipation. I sent Jerome a message asking if he had any further instructions. I wouldn't say I was surprised by them. Shower and shave your legs and pussy. Give yourself an enema. That didn't thrill me but I had already planned to not eat anything that would give me gas or loose stool. He also said to make sure I did my make-up correctly. That meant either the pornstar slutty or very innocent. I thought back to the first time I met Liz and how she was dressed. My goal was to be gangbanged by as many men as I could handle so I went with the slutty look.

Surprisingly, Jerome didn't tell me to wear stockings, lingerie or some other kind of kinky outfit. I was planning on going to Temptations tonight to buy some clothes and to check to see if Sam or Aithne was attending the party. It would be nice to know a few people before I got there. But Jerome just said to wear a simple dress that was easy to take off and not to bother with underwear or a bra. That made sense since I probably wouldn't be dressed long anyway. I replied that I would be ready and I asked if I should wear the big plug. He said it was my choice. I chose yes as I wanted to be ready for anyone who wanted my back door to get it.

Saturday I was showered (cleaned inside and out), made-up, plugged and in a lightweight dress by 2pm. At 2:45 the doorbell rang. I sprung off the couch assuming Jerome was early. But it was Liz. She wasn't made-up in the innocent look this time. But the girl standing next to her was. Or maybe that was just her normal look.

"This is my college roommate, Rose," Liz said. "She knows all about your husband and what he does to me. She wanted to experience it too."

I stood there stunned as Robert entered the room and Liz ran to him while yelling, "Daddy!" He gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then, with his arm around her waist, they walked over to us.

"Daddy, this is my roommate Rose," Liz said as an introduction.

"Hello, sir," Rose responded.

"Rose, this is my wife Beth," he said to introduce me. She surprised me by giving me a hug, although there was no kiss. But it was a nice hug. Had I not been heading out to what I assumed would be the greatest sexual experience of my life, I might have enjoyed staying home to teach young Rose a thing or two. But Robert and Liz would have to complete that task as the doorbell rang again and this time it was Jerome. I introduced him to the girls as "The best cock I've ever had." He chuckled and the girls looked at his crotch, but there was nothing to see through his jeans and he just said, "Let's go. We don't want to be late." Hubby would have to explain why I was leaving.

Once we reached the car, Jerome told me to lift my dress before I sat down. No problem doing that as I slid into the passenger seat. He told me the drive would be about an hour and I was to edge myself for the length of the trip. I didn't think there was any need to try and get me aroused as I had been dreaming for days about what was going to happen. He reached between my legs and confirmed I was plugged, but didn't say anything. In fact, he didn't talk for the entire drive. I had to stop rubbing myself four times to prevent myself from orgasming. I didn't ask for permission. I had orders and I was going to follow them. When we reached our destination, we were in a rural area and the house looked more like an estate. There were no other houses nearby. It was very private. Jerome explained that the owner was an NBA player and since it was summer, he just hung out at home working out and fucking. I didn't say it, but I was thinking, "That is a great life."

We pulled in and parked. There were already at least 20 cars out front parked on the lawn. When I got out of the car, Jerome told me to take my dress off and leave it in the car. He then told me to take out the plug and leave it too. I gave him a bit of a pout. I wanted everybody to know I could handle anything up my butt. Jerome seemed to read my mind.

"Unless you choose a white collar," he began. Shit, I'd forgotten all about the collar. I figured Jerome brought one. "Everyone will assume you can take it up the ass," he continued. "Andre doesn't like girls gaping until after he fucks them, so if you want a chance to be his first, you better at least look tight." I didn't feel like I was gaping, but did I look tight? That I couldn't say.

I remembered him telling me about the host having a contest to pick his first partner and I definitely wanted to win. Apparently Andre was the host and played in the NBA. I didn't know many players' names, but I made a mental note to get Andre's last name so I could name drop him to Richard. Jerome also told me that for this party, he was my sponsor and to "Not embarrass me by bringing you before you were ready."

Jerome led me naked toward the house. He was still dressed in his jeans and a tight dress shirt. That was the first thing I had not been expecting. The second thing was that inside there were a number of naked women, some already wearing collars and some like me, without. There were also more men than I could count and all were still dressed. I tried to make a quick count of the colors of the collars. Most were black and a couple were red including Aithne who I saw standing in the corner of what I guess I would call the main hall. I didn't see anyone wearing a white collar, although I did see three other women without one. I guessed they were the new attendees and we would choose our collars later. At first, the party seemed 100% normal with people milling around, talking, enjoying hors d'oeuvres and having a beverage. The only visibly unusual thing was all the women were naked.

This part of the party continued for about half an hour after we arrived. A couple additional women arrived unescorted by men. One wore a black collar and one wore red. I wondered if the other collared women were here on their own or had sponsors like I did. But that thought didn't concern me for long. Almost as if the timing was planned, the crowd parted and a table on casters was wheeled into the center of the room. On it were 12 collars, four each of white, black and red. Then a very tall man, Andre I assumed, appeared and everyone else stopped talking.

"Would our sponsors please bring forward their charges," he said with a deep booming voice that made my knees go weak. Jerome hooked his arm around mine and brought me to the table. The other three women without collars similarly appeared. I noticed Andre inspecting each of us silently with his eyes. I couldn't get a read on him as to whether he preferred one of us over the others. Then he continued.

"Gentlemen. I assume you have instructed your fine ladies how our parties work."

Then he looked us over again.

"You all look very fuckable and I plan to do just that," he explained. "However, as you probably know, I like to have a little contest to see who I have first. The benefit to the winner is I probably will have you more than once. As the other female guests will attest, that's a good thing for you. If you don't want to participate in the contest that is fine. I assume you will want a white collar which allows you to observe and only participate as you feel comfortable."

One of the new women stepped forward and took a white collar. Her sponsor did not look upset so he was probably expecting that. She was a beautiful woman. Hopefully as the party got flowing she would feel more comfortable and maybe we could hook up. But now was my moment of truth. I was ready to put on a black collar as I wasn't sure about some of what I'd been warned a red collar might bring. But Richard also made me pledge to choose red and accept whatever nasty things that choice would bring my way. I paused to let the other newbies go first. They stepped forward and took one red and one black. Well that didn't help me much. I suppose my decision was made by two factors. One was my husband and Master told me to pick red. The second was my competitive nature and wanting to win the contest. I didn't know if there was an objective winner or if Andre just picked the winner based on who he wanted to fuck first. But if it was the latter and only one of us wore red, that would give her an advantage. I stepped forward and pretended I had not been conflicted. I took a red collar and Jerome helped me put it on. There was no backing out now.

Andre told the four of us to stand in a line with our hands on the back of our heads and our feet shoulder length apart. When we did, I realized he was going to formally inspect us. I was at the end of the line and he started with me. I definitely felt like a piece of meat. A piece of fuck meat. He had another man holding a clipboard taking notes. I would later learn Andre was scoring us on different attributes, although based on his comments, I couldn't figure out who was doing well or who was scoring poorly. He started by cupping my breasts and thumbing my nipples. Of course my nips were permanently hard from the piercing. I hope he liked that. I liked that he was using his thumb to rub them. I found that arousing and I mewed for him. I tried to fight that urge because I didn't want him to think I was pretending to like it and making sounds to influence his scoring of me. But it felt so good that I would have moaned if he kept it up much longer than he did.

He then moved on to the next woman and repeated his breast examination. Her breasts were smaller than mine, but she had huge nipples. I tried to figure out his scoring method from the comments he made about her, but I couldn't. The third woman had huge augmented boobs and fiery red hair. She definitely had a Jessica Rabbit vibe working for her. I hoped Andre preferred my natural look and real breasts, but I gave up trying to determine who he preferred. Next up was the butt exam.