Oct 24/26. 2014: The Beginning of My Extended Time with MW

Hi, catching you up on the weekend as I have time. Just a reminder, on the 24th, I arrived here for what we all know will be probably a 2-3 week stay. 

Friday, I shadowed Louise around all day. She's off for the weekend and MW said I'll fill in for her. Louise bossed me around, had me do the things she would normally do and ensured I knew the routine. Throughout the day she had me eat her three times as she felt like it. On one of those occasions she fucked my ass and pussy but did not let me cumm. She also spanked my ass some but it was minor. She left around 4:00.

That night I fixed dinner for MW and her hubby, who had returned from a business trip. I served them, etc. I was clothed and there was nothing sexual about the situation, purely me serving as the maid. After I'd cleaned the kitchen Mw sent me to my room, telling me to get a good nights sleep, that tomorrow things would begin.

Saturday morning, she summoned me around 8:00. I brought coffee to her bedroom; MW and hubby have separate bedroom suites. When she finished coffee she had me undress, crawl into bed and lick her pussy. Sex was a lingering affair and I licked her and made love to her body for a long time before she came. She shifted to all fours and had me tongue her ass while I used a vibrator on her pussy and clit to bring her off. After recovering, She bent over the bed with my ass stuck back then spanked my butt before sliding the strappy into my ass and holding it motionless.  She gave me serious verbal about being her whore and being in her presence and fucking who she wanted me to was my only reward. She reiterated that I no longer work for money but I work for her pleasure. The tone of her voice and her words turned me on, especially the twist that I work for her, not money. 

She told me to rock back and forth on her dildo while she held her hips still. I did and she laughed that I was fucking my own ass by following her instructions. Then she told me to hold my hips still. When I did she began fucking my ass. The intensity and tempo increased until I was crying and moaning. She told me to frig myself to a cumm and scream that I was hers. My orgasm was off the charts. 

I bathed and dressed her, cleaned her toys and changed the sheets on her bed. She told me to get some heels and hose, otherwise stay naked and go downstairs to fix her breakfast while she made some phone calls. She told me her hubby had left the house for a golf outing with clients and we would be alone. When she came down for breakfast, she had me stand with my butt against the buffet, legs apart, and my back slightly bent backwards. Doing that displayed my cunt. When she finished eating she walked over and palmed my cunt and told me again ... This was hers to use as she wants, did I understand. Again I replied, yes ma'am.  Then she sent me off to do a few things around the house.  

Activity picked up around 7:00 that night. She told me to shower then dressed me in a black garter belt and mesh hose, a shelf bra, black mini and sheer blouse. I added my red platform stilettos. She added a collar and leash. We left in her car around 8:30.

We drove quite some distance west of the city, turned off the interstate, out into the country then turned down a narrow lane that wound through woods, houses dotted every so often, then entered a drive way to an older but well maintained house. We were met at door by a very well attired black woman who didn't introduce herself to me but hugged MW warmly. We walked through the house and out the back door, across a stone patio and to a small building with a screened in porch and entered what appeared to be the only room in this small place. To my utter surprise, there sat Talia, Queen of sadism who'd used me two or three times before at Lorraine's and MW's and two other black woman I'd never seen before. 

My heart pounded and I shook all over. 

MW introduced me to the hostess and these two other women as her whore. She said I had an unbridled need to submit to any humiliation and experience and give black women whatever they desired, that I was here for their enjoyment and there was no reason to respect my personal being. 

MW signaled me to remove my skirt and blouse, which I did, then the bra. I had no panties on, so my throbbing cunt was displayed. I stood in front of them listening to the murmurs and comments. Then she gave my leash to Talia.

Talia put me on all fours and had me crawl around on the carpet then display myself in various positions so the guests got a good look at my ass, cunt and tits. After this little doggy bitch parody, she had me stand in a particular spot where there was a piece of black plastic covering the floor. I noticed a pulley hanging from the open beamed ceiling. She played with my tits, bit my nipples and spit in my face. She used white cotton rope to tie my hands together in front of me, hooked the rope to the pulley, then raised it until my arms were above my head. She did more biting, pinching and scratching on me until I was moaning in sexual heat. She got a piece of braided leather about three feet long with a handle and whipped me sporadically on my legs, back, ass and tits then ordered me to separate my legs and whipped my cunt until I screamed.

She lowered the tension on the pulley slightly then ordered me to stick my butt back and my upper body forward. I did and listened to her taunt me incessantly. She went after my ass and tits with a crop and beat them.  When  she flailed my cunt again, I cried.

Then she encouraged the other three women to come forward and do the same. They nearly fell all over themselves jockeying for position. their initial timidity quickly diminished and it was as if each tried to outdo the other. I cried until my face was streaked with tears and my screams echoed around the room.  

They refilled their drinks and laughed among themselves as they commented on my oozing cunt and touched me at will. Talia lowered the pulley and unhooked my wrist rope but left my hands tied in front of me. She asked who wanted me first and one woman, a tall shapely woman with reddish dyed streaks in her hair, said she wanted the bitch. She took me to a chair, raised her skirt and forced my face into her pussy. I ate her while the others cackled among themselves, anxiously awaiting their turn. I ate her off then licked her ass, I went to the next woman, the hostess, and did her in the same manner, sucking her pussy and ass then moving to the third new woman. Then it became an orgy of one after another using my mouth to bring them off until Talia brought out the strappy and lubed my ass. The hostess took me first, pushing me across the back of the wicker sofa and fucking my ass. She held me in that position while the other two fucked my ass and cunt. 

When they were finished, Talia dragged me to the place where the black plastic cover part of the carpet, threw me on the floor and told me to fuck myself. When I got close, She pissed on me. For me, that is the height of humiliation. Talia told me to keep frigging. Two women gathered their skirts around their waists. The first piss spewed over my pussy and my right hand. I moaned and frigged faster then it was piss hitting me everywhere. I closed my eyes as it hit my face and hair. Talia yelled at me to cumm. And I did. It was powerful; I moaned and cried as I came and pissed.

Then there was nothing but laughter and lewd comments. They were high-fiving and hugging each other. There were more comments about me and what just transpired. Mw  handed me a wet towel to wipe myself off the another towel to wipe the piss off the plastic, then take it outside. I could barely walk, I ached all over. The hostess and Mw took me to a small bathroom inside the main house to shower for the ride home. I removed the soaked hose and garter belt and showered, dried off and put on my blouse and skirt. I thanked the hostess, the other women and Talia. 

Mw and I left around 12:30. She was beaming and said there'd be more of this and I'd make her a rich woman. (As if she wasn't already.)  When we got home she told me to get some sleep and she'd give me a day off for good behavior. 

She did. Sunday was a rest day for me except for eating her. She told me she'd give me a couple of days for the soreness to dissipate but I'd probably have visible marks while I'm here so everyone who uses me next will know what I am. 

With love, e

   

Sept 27, 2014: In Paris: Karine, Molly and the Guys (2)

Saturday morning Raphael woke and made coffee. He cleaned up, had me suck his cock some and told me to make myself beautiful. He went out to find breakfast. I showered. Tristan, to my surprise, joined me in the shower. He actually washed my body and shampooed my hair then dried me while sneaking in kisses to my nipples and cunt then dried my hair.

Raphael returned with coffee, croissants, hard-boiled eggs, cheeses and oranges. We devoured every morsel and washed it down with coffee and wine. He complimented me on looking beautiful again. Things were relaxed for a few minutes until they told me to go pee again and put my hose and stilettos back on while they smoked and talked.  I returned and found them looking at something on Raphael’s laptop. Whatever it was they didn’t share. They cleared the table and placed me on my back across it. He began kissing my cunt while Tomas sucked my nipples. Tristan tilted my face to his cock. Raphael and Stephan ate me then the other two fucked my cunt until I came.   They wanted another one and as Raphael said, they wanted my cunt fiery and swollen. They fucked me to another cumm and I sucked Tomas and Raphael until they came on my face.

Immediately they stood me up and Tomas held my arms behind me, elbows close together.  Raphael said they thought I would like this. He held my wrists in front of me while Tristan roped my wrists individually, not together but about 6-8 inches apart then ran ropes between them. They put a wooden rod, about an inch thick and 3 feet long, between my back and the crook of my elbows, and tied that to my elbows and upper arms. They adjusted the tension of the ropes holding my wrists until my hands were flat against my body at the top of my hipbones. More rope went around my upper body, above and below my tits and they cinched the rope together between my tits until they flopped over the lower rope. By then I was moaning and characteristically quivering in excitement. Tristan asked if I was excited, I was.

Raphael grinned and said the best was yet to come. He wrapped a rope around my waist and from the back, brought both ends of the rope tight through the crack of my ass, knotted it at my perineum, then brought each rope tightly up the side of my outer lips until I gasped then tied it to the waist rope in front. They made me walk into his bedroom and gaze at myself in the full-length mirror mounted behind the door.  The effect chilled me; my well-fucked and puffy cunt was prominently isolated and displayed, standing out and looked almost unnatural. I became so mesmerized on my cunt I moaned. I would have kissed my cunt at that moment if I could.  

He summed it up well in a few words … that I was a woman who will do anything for those who enjoy her. I admitted to them that I looked grotesquely whorish and loved it. Their cumm from the previous fucking glistened around my lips. My nipples were as hard as rocks and my face was flushed with excitement. They had me walk back to the main room. Each step resonated in my throbbing cunt. They picked up the small whip, a belt, the short crop and a bath brush. They commanded me to walk around. As I did, they began beating me, whipping my ass and tits and flogging my cunt. If I paused, they’d whip me harder and sometimes bite my swollen nipples and pinch my cunt lips. When they weren’t whipping me they were masturbating until one of them shot off on my cunt. They helped me kneel, beat my tits then squirted cumm on them. I sucked two of them off and they coated my face. Then they stood me up again, ordered me to walk and beat me until my body was stinging and I was yelling. This impressionistic scene, filled with verbal insults and whippings, which became progressively more intense, went on and on.   

During this sequence of walking around and whippings, Molly called to check on me. They told her that I was a magnificent whore. “Elle est une putian de magnifique!” Personally I found the words beautiful. Molly was satisfied and didn’t talk to me.

They whipped me more, sucked my nipples, rubbed and kissed my lewdly displayed cunt. My clit was standing out like crazy as if it wanted its own reward. They flicked my cunt and clit until I came.

They discussed things among themselves then told me they were going out for a late lunch (it was around 3:00). They gagged me with the ball gag Karine left then walked me to the balcony door then opened the door. For a minute I was afraid they’d put me on the balcony but as Tomas said, they weren’t that crazy because people in the street might love me more. They separated my legs to about shoulder width and tied my ankles to pieces of furniture so I couldn’t back away from the door. To steady me, they tied ropes from the ends of the wooden bar to the door frame.

Thoughtfully they held a flowerpot from the balcony under me so I could pee. Directly across the tree-lined street were other buildings, about 5 or 6 stories tall, like this one. I could see people moving past the windows. I figured that if I could see them, they could see me, if they looked. I wasn’t sure what would come of this.

But my view of this was short-lived. They last thing they did before leaving was to blindfold me with a sleep mask. They bid me goodbye, left and locked the door.

I didn’t know what to do. Truthfully, there was nothing I could do. Dwelling on that excited me. The blindfold was disorienting. My mind began to work overtime about who might see me from across the street. My cunt was still oozing and my drool spilled past the ball gag and down my face and trickled between my bound tits, soaking the ropes before tracing down to my tummy. At times, I’d pulse my cunt as if I could make contact with the ropes and get a cumm. Periodically, I’d hear someone yell or talk in a loud tone and I’d wonder if someone spotted me. I perceived that I heard “salope” and I’d tense. Whether I did nor not wasn't clear but my mind was running away from me.

As I waited, I thought how different being with these guys was; their toe sucking, the frequent compliments, eating my pussy, the nipple sucking and tit play, and their cumming on my face and fucking my mouth which they seemed to do as much as they did on my pussy and ass. Also, they weren't interested in nice long slow bj's, they truly fucked my mouth.

They returned, I have no idea how much time had passed but they talked sweetly to me and began untying me until everything was off.  I melted into their arms. The gag came out but they left the blindfold on and walked me into the bedroom. They started fucking me, one after the other, pussy, ass and of course, my mouth. It was hard, intense fucking, them cumming and bringing me off as well.  

Then they removed the blindfold. The first thing I saw was Molly and Karine grinning down at me. I about croaked. The first words out of Molly's mouth were, “hello, whore, looks like you’ve been busy.” I crawled off the bed to hug her but she pushed me down and told me to kiss her feet in appreciation. I did. Then she told me to thank Karine the same way. She pulled my wrinkled clothes out of her bag and told me to dress. I wanted to clean up but I knew not to ask. I gathered Karine’s toys then had a passionate embrace with the guys. I thanked them over and over. Raphael said if they come to the states, they would see me. I told them I would. After a final round of hugs, we left.

Molly told me that I was giving her what she needed and was pushing me to give her more. She said the idea entered her head when she was in Amsterdam. Later, when Sherrie told her about the Paris trip, she contacted Karine to discuss the possibilities. In Molly’s few days in Paris before Sheryl and I arrived, Karine helped her put everything in place, including meeting Raphael and Tomas. She told them what she wanted and they were more than willing to participate. What happened with the guys is what Karine called “fetish rape.” She said the part about them liking older women is a fact.  Tomas fucked his mother and Raphael fucked one of his aunts.

I fucked Molly, Karine and Geneviève in appreciation then took a short nap. Sheryl returned around dark and all of us had a late dinner and related our experiences.

Molly flew home on Sunday, Sheryl and I traveled to Belgium before flying home.

Note: Raphael has called me since I came back. He wants me to see him again and has many new things to show me. I can only guess. 

Sept 26, 2014: In Paris. Karine, Molly and the Guys (1)

Sheryl and I flew to London on September 19, for her conference; Molly flew over on Sunday.  After the conference, Sheryl and I took a ferry across the English Channel to France, and then drove to a chateau in a small village for a couple of days to relax. Molly went directly to Paris via train and we meet her there on Thursday the 25^th at Karine and Genevieve's apartment.

Sheryl and I served all of them the first night. It was a routine of two mature sluts, leashed and collared, serving the younger women with a bevy of toys, some that Molly brought, others from Karine’s stash. 

The following day, Karine, Genevieve, Molly, Sheryl and I shopped and enjoyed drinks at an outdoor cafe in the Tuileries Gardens. The girls didn't allow Sherrie and I to wear panties and after a couple of drinks, they sent us downstairs to the unisex restrooms to remove our bras and hand them over. After another drink, Karine took Sherrie back to the restroom and had her suck pussy. When they returned to our table under the trees, the traces on Sherrie’s face left no doubt what she'd done. By then we were mellow from the wine and nothing seemed to matter. 

We walked from the Tuileries up the Champs Élysées, window-shopped, then went into one particular women’s shop where the girls selected flirty outfits for us. Mine was a thin cotton shell top with coordinating gray thin cotton over blouse with two low buttons and a black micro mini skirt. My nipples were definitely poking out but they liked the look. They insisted that I buy a pair of gorgeous silver stilettos and light gray thigh highs. I have to admit the hose and heels set off the outfit. For Sheryl, they selected a turquoise camisole, matching open weave knit top, and a cream-colored hip hugging micro mini. The top was longer than the mini and she looked totally seductive, especially from behind. The telltale traces of Karine on her face drew comments by the sales girl who giggled to Sherrie about her being a slut in love with a young girl.

Dressed in our new sultry best, we met Oriel, the older woman and art professor whom we'd been with two years ago, for dinner at a sidewalk cafe. After dinner, she and Sheryl headed to her flat for the evening. 

Molly said I'd go with her, Karine and Genevieve back to the apartment and maybe hit a bar along the way. After a few blocks, we turned down a dimly lit tree lined street. Karine and Molly stopped on the steps of a building; Karine smoked a cigarette and talked on her cell. 

Genevieve stayed with me, I asked her what was going on and she said Karine needed to talk to Molly. But shortly, two guys, probably late 20's, approached Genevieve and me, spoke to her in French and looked at me in a way that made me feel uncomfortable. One of them asked if I was American and I said I was. He asked if I was enjoying myself in Paris then said I was very pretty and they’d like to buy me a drink and take me dancing. I said that I was with friends and didn't think so. This guy, Raphael, dark hair, rather handsome, kept chatting with me in English and insisting I go with him and his friend and they'd like to show me a good time. Again, I declined.

Karine and Molly rejoined us and Karine asked what was going on. I told her briefly. Karine motioned us to a nearby passageway between two buildings. Once there, she said I should get to know these guys, that they were friends of hers. I told her I didn't feel like clubbing or drinking and wanted to go back to the apartment. She said we would but I should make Raphael feel good.

Puzzled, I looked at her, then Molly. Molly told me that I was going to suck this guy off. I told her she was crazy. She slapped me and said I'd do what she wanted. She put her hand under my new skirt, palmed my cunt and announced to everybody that I was wet. She showed Raphael and his friend, Tomas, my cunt. He smiled, pressed me against the side of the building and he felt my cunt, too. I shook all over. He gave Molly some euros, unzipped his pants and his cock sprang out. Molly told me to suck it. I told her no but she and Karine pushed me to my knees. Raphael stood in front of me and I started sucking him. The others gathered around so no one could see what I was doing. He started cumming then pulled it out and sprayed my face. He said in English that I was perfect; a beautiful woman and whore who knew how to suck cock. I tried to wipe my face but Molly told me to leave my shame on my face. 

The six of us left the passageway and started walking to the apartment, Raphael with his arm around my waist. However, instead of going back to Karine’s, we went to an apartment that Raphael and Tomas shared. They broke out two bottles of booze and glasses and the six of us chatted, some in French, some in English.  By now, I knew this was not going to be over quickly and I was uncomfortable with the direction it was headed.  I took Molly aside but she said I was here to fuck, to shut up, and do what she told me. 

Within minutes, two more guys arrived; I sensed trouble. There was a lot of conversation in French and the guys looked at me like raw meat. Raphael told me he really liked older women, that I turned him on and Molly told him I was a slut so why was I being so shy about it. I knew there was no way out of this. He and one of the other guys, Stephen, came over and started kissing me, feeling me up and swaying to the music playing in the background. Tomas joined in and danced me over to the sectional sofa, which consumed about a third of the living room. He pushed me down, unzipped his pants, hugged me and pushed his cock in my cunt. One of the other guys, Tristan, stuck his cock in my face and put his hands under my top to play with my tits. Everybody watched. Tomas rode me and said I was a hot fuck and I reminded him of his mother whom he used to fuck. He fucked me until he came. When it was over, I was almost ashamed of myself.

Molly didn’t miss a beat. She pulled me off the sofa and she Karine and Geneviève stripped me naked except for my hose and heels. The guys ogled me like candy and in this slow choreography of lust began kissing me, playing with my tits, kissing my nipples, palming my cunt and feeling my ass. Stephen put me on the edge of the small dining table and fucked me while he played with my tits and then then ejaculated on my tummy and tits. Raphael moved me to the sofa and began slowly eating my cunt. Truthfully, he was good and brought me right to the brink of an orgasm before shoving his cock my cunt and bringing me off. Tristan fucked me and Tomas fucked me a second time, again telling me I was the first older woman since his mother.

By now, it was obvious to me that these guys really got off on using an older woman and my age, which I'm sensitive about, didn't matter; if anything it made me more appealing to them. I figured there was some kind of a mommy fantasy going on plus I was the reincarnation of Tomas’ late mother. Since I'd made the rounds, so to speak, fucked all of them, I figured my evening was over. I went to the bathroom to pee then looked for my clothes. 

Molly, though, indicated otherwise. She told the guys I was a hard-core slut and they were being too nice to me. Karine spoke in French to them, I don't know what she said but they laughed in approval. Molly told them I was a latent cock whore and could take anything they dished out, that I needed my ass fucked and to treat me like a piece of shit. Then she said ... “if you want to get this bitch going, try this.” At that point, Karine pulled a bundle of rope from her large shoulder bag plus a few toys. I about dropped dead.

Karine tied my wrists behind me. The guys stared at me in approval and stroked their cocks. I was absolutely weak in the knees and quivering. Molly slapped my cumm smeared face and smacked my tits and cunt with a small braided whip and the short crop, both from Karine’s bag. Then she twisted my nipples and said for me to tell them the truth about me. I admitted to them that more women than I could count had used me plus a handful of men years ago. Molly rolled her head and said something like … omg, here we go again, denying reality, tell them the rest of it. I said sometimes these women whore me out for money and a lot of the time I got roughed me up for their pleasure.

Karine said she’d seen me in action with women, this was the real me coming out and serving a few decent cocks shouldn't be a big thing.

Raphael spoke directly to me and said he knew what Molly and Karine said, but he wanted me to answer one simple question, “you will be ours and we can do what we want; yes or no.” I told them “yes.”

The guys became more serious, less gentle and considerate, and their play turned to ravaging lust. One stuck fingers in my cunt while I was standing, another fingered my ass and somewhere in the process Raphael began beating my tits with this little whip; not hard, but enough to make me wince. He chided me for not telling them what I was like. His kisses on my lips and nipples turned forceful and almost brutal.

It’s been ages since I’ve been with men and this hit me like an onrushing train. Inwardly I rebelled but somewhere along the way, my cunt overruled my brain and it began to get to me. I started to dig it. Tomas asked if I liked being tied up (as if he didn’t know or couldn’t tell) and I nodded yes. Another guy said I was a bad woman for not telling him what I was really like.

They placed me face down, legs separated, on the small dining table. Their hands were all over my ass, poking my hole, commenting on it before lubing it with cooking oil. When the first cock entered me, I quivered and moaned like a cow. The more they fucked my ass the more I realized it had been years since I’d had a warm, hard cock up my ass and how different it felt, especially when the first guy ejaculated inside of my canal. Also, what really got to me was Molly and Karine watching and telling them to do more. One after the other, the four of them took my ass. When they finished, Molly said I had cumm oozing out of my ass. I felt it and didn't doubt her.

Geneviève had been making out with some of the guys and one of them had fucked her. When the guys finished fucking my ass, she had them turn me over on my back with my legs still dangling off the table. She said something like … poor Evie, such a whore. She played with my cunt then sucked it while she massaged my clit. The change from the guy’s forcefulness to her smooth cunt licking put me in orbit until I exploded.

I lay there exhausted. The guys spoke in French then two of them lifted my legs, removed my hose and stilettos, and began sucking my toes. I have never found that particularly erotic but this time it kept my cunt pulsing. They separated my legs wider apart and both kept sucking my toes while my oozing cunt was wide open. One of them came over and ate my cunt. Genevieve was hovering over my face kissing me so I didn’t see who did what.

Karine said something in French and the guys moved me to one of the dining chairs and tied my body to the chair and legs apart. Molly told me they were leaving and would be back tomorrow sometime. I said something about being left alone but she said I was in good hands. She put my clothes in my purse, which she took with her. The guys paid her some euros. She smirked and said, now its official you’re a whore. She, Karine and Geneviève left around 1:00 in the morning.

It took me about two seconds to process this. Molly was getting her kicks, she had my clothes, I was naked and tied to a chair in the midst of four guys who paid for me. I thought, oh fuck! I asked my new friends for a drink. Raphael poured me a shot of Cointreau, which I downed, then another one. He said (and I relate this as closely as I can), … the rules are simple: we like to fuck, you like to fuck, your Molly wants to give you, we paid her, they’d use me how they wished but not injure me because a good experienced whore is a valued commodity. We all enjoy and when it’s over, we’re friends.

I thought; how simple can this be? Lay it out; this is what we do. I told him, yes, I’m yours. I don’t care what happens. Something about my answer went straight to my cunt.

They tilted the bottle of Cointreau to my lips, let me drink and then drizzled some on my tits and pussy. They sucked my nipples, drizzled Cointreau on them and sucked some more. Then they tied my tits tightly until they swelled They shifted me so my cunt was at the edge of the chair, tied my thighs so I couldn’t move, then splashed more of the liquor on my tits, tummy and cunt. They took turns licking my tits, tummy and kneeling in front of me to lick my cunt. I was on fire. Stephen stuck his cock in my mouth; I sucked him until he came, and then sucked Tristan until he spurted on my face. Tomas and Raphael did the same until my face and tits were a gooey mess. They took a break, went out on the balcony and smoked a joint.

I called out to them that I needed to pee. They came back in, teased me about the situation and then told me they’d let me pee. They untied me from the chair, untied the rest of the ropes, then ushered me out to the tiny balcony and told me to pee. (The balcony is maybe only 11-12 feet long and about 3 feet wide and surrounded by an iron rail.) Shamelessly, I squatted and peed in front of them and anybody else who might have been looking.

They drained the last of the Cointreau. Stephen and Tomas dressed and went out to find more. Where in the world one finds liquor at that hour of the morning was beyond me. Raphael and Tristan fucked my mouth while they were gone. In a few minutes, they returned with another bottle and poured another round for all of us.

Raphael told me it was time for the ropes again, that they did not want me to get bored plus they had many more ideas. At this point I laughed. We went to Raphael’s bedroom. They placed me face down with pillows under my hips to raise my ass and my wrists and ankles tied to the corners of the bedframe. At first, they teased my hole, still gooey from their earlier fucking. But then, they began dripping candle wax on my hole and letting it run down to my cunt. They’d alternate this with whipping my butt. More wax, more whipping, not only on my ass but they  beat the bottoms of my feet. I screamed. Tristan stuck his cock in my mouth to turn my shouts into moans. The others kept waxing my hole, beating my ass, whipping my feet and sucking my toes again. After Tristan fucked my mouth, I pleaded for a cumm. Raphael told me not yet and they kept on tormenting me. I remember being so turned on that I was thrusting my cunt against the pillows as if that would do any good. Finally, one of them fucked my cunt and taunted me about being a greedy whore. I begged him, he rubbed my clit and I came.

They untied me; I peed before we called it quits for the night. I slept with Raphael, Tomas in his room, Stephen and Tristan in the living room.