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My New Position Part 2 ( mc, nc, mf, tf, tg )
Farleven ( farleven@yahoo.com )
October 2002
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/farleven/www/
I woke up with a terrible pounding in my head. I still had the fleeting
wisps of already forgotten dreams still rattling me. And on top of it
all, I felt terribly strange all over. I realized that I was naked as I
felt sheets pressing against my skin. That wasn't normal either, I
never slept in the nude. I moved to find the covers and felt something
shift on my chest and I look down to see two breasts hanging from my
chest. I simply stared down, hardly believing what I was seeing.
A moment later everything came flooding back to me, the transformation
I'd suffered and the way Weston had used me. If I wasn't seeing my own
girlish body I don't think I could have believed it. I was shocked
motionless as my memories continued to replay through my head. I'd
given myself to him, degraded myself for him, all at my choice. I
didn't want to think about what had came over me to get me to act that
way. It was bad enough being in this body. I didn't want to consider
how much worse it could get.
Then I felt a hand slide over my side and grab onto one of my breasts
and gently squeeze. "Finally awake I see, little Bambi."
"Get your hand off me!" I snapped even as I instinctively pressed my
breast into his hand. I wanted to move away or push him away, but I
couldn't bring myself to move away from his touch. Instead I merely
cooed as he pinched one of my already hardened nipples.
"I see your spirit has returned. That's wonderful, Bambi. Now why
don't you hop on my lap and we can discuss your new life while we enjoy
the morning, hmm?" Weston asked. I stayed put for a moment, determined
not to give him the satisfaction. Still, it couldn't be too bad, I
thought. I'd already done so much yesterday and it had felt so good. I
tried to bite back at these subversive thoughts but it was a loosing
battle. His big cock had felt amazing in my new pussy and here he was
giving me another chance to feel it.
I threw back the sheets and rolled to face him. I couldn't believe it,
but when I looked between his legs I actually felt myself getting hot at
what I saw. I pressed my hand against his shoulder so he would lie on
his back and I watched as he rolled so his tool actually rose into the
air. My cunny was dripping now and I could feel it getting ready to
take this huge cock as I straddled his waist. My screams to stop died
in my head as I reached between my legs to grab onto his member. I
couldn't control myself, I just had to have his cock splitting open my
pussy again. I quickly started to rub its head against my folds to find
the entrance to my passage and lubricate his girth with my plentiful
juices.
A feminine sigh crossed my lips as I found the mark and felt him pop
into the gates of my passage. Then with a long smooth motion I sank my
hips onto him, impaling myself on his glorious cock. Finally I breathed
a deep sigh as I felt my nether lips press into the base of his shaft.
"What have you done to me?" I asked as I gently rippled my pussy on his
shaft, driven by the knowledge that he would love the feeling on that
nice big cock of his almost as much as I was enjoying having him inside
me. I also bent down a little so he could get to my titties better and
play with my hard little nipples. Even as I did all of this I knew it
was wrong, that I didn't want to, but I was driven to it by a need I
couldn't understand.
"I told you yesterday, Bambi. You wouldn't work with me, so I had to
make sure you would not be a threat." Weston smiled and grabbed onto
both of my ripe melons. I moaned as he started to play with them, but I
still made sure to keep gently squeezing his shaft.
"But why this? You could have just killed me, you didn't have to make
me into this!" I cried. Unlike yesterday I felt so much more together,
even against the urges running through me. Still, I pulled my hands
over his and helped him to squeeze my boobies with his big strong hands.
"Simply, I enjoy it." Weston laughed. "What's more, I had to test my
new genetic resequencer and mental conditioner on someone, and you
seemed a ready subject. Just think, Bambi, this is the first day of the
rest of your life as my new assistant and mistress. If you don't fight
your conditioning, you may even come to enjoy this existence."
I didn't want to consider how right he probably was. I was already
melting at the presence of his huge cock inside me and his wonderful
masculine hands on my tits. I realized just how feminized my thoughts
had become, it wasn't just Weston I found a sexual desire for, but
nearly any man I could remember. My memories weren't changed, but I
looked at the differently. The girls and women I could remember fawning
over and loving barely stirred my heart, but the men in my life could
stoke fires within me.
"I'm a man! Not some bimbo!" I cried out in my sweet school girl voice.
I shuddered at how horrible that sounded, how truly pathetic, but I was
combating the growing passions and surging desperation in me at somehow
I couldn't find the inner strength I'd had before to fight it.
"Oh, Bambi, you'll get used to it. You can't control your urges, and I
know you can enjoy them. You will even get to enjoy the trappings of
being next to the most powerful man on this planet as I gain control.
You will always be mine, dear, and you will enjoy it regardless." Weston
stated as he twisted his fingers around and pinched my tensed nipples.
I moaned for a moment enjoying the sweet sensation before I regained
what little composure I could for a girl who was rippling her tight
pussy on a man. This was still an unreal experience being impaled on a
man's shaft. I could remember yesterday and all that had happened, but
it didn't wash away anything from this experience.
"Why did I let you yesterday?" I groaned as I felt him twitch inside me,
fighting against the strange sense of satisfaction that tried to race
through me. The insidious depth of my conditioning was sinking in, I
didn't just want sex, I wanted to be an enjoyable fuck for him, I needed
to be his submissive little sex toy. My resistance was all conscious.
I had to think about it, actively fight it, but my instincts were all
wrong. I needed to please, to be used, and every time I was what he
wanted me to be I felt that surge of satisfaction and pleasure. This
scared me, I didn't know just how long I could hold out like this, with
my own mind working for him.
"You hadn't yet recovered from your conditioning, Bambi. Your brain was
still overwhelmed with the programming you had to be subjected to and it
ruled you completely. Of course now that you've rested you've recovered
most of you identity, save the necessary changes to sexuality and such.
How you'll accommodate your new role is up to you, I know you won't
refuse my desires so I don't care how you deal with it." Weston laughed
and started kneading my boobies again. I shuddered at the names my own
thoughts used to refer to my breasts. I certainly hadn't been
conditioned to be a refined woman, that was certain. In fact, I knew I
was nothing but a teen nympho, at least as appearances and behavior
went. Yet even as this deeply bothered me, part of me reveled at the
fact that I'd likely get to fuck a lot. Obviously, Weston had
conditioned me well for his uses, and I wondered just how long I really
could fight it. Even if I tried to escape, I knew I'd react the same
way to any man who would give me an opening, hell I might even fight to
make him give me the chance to be his slut. I shuddered at that
thought, not being able to control myself in the real world would likely
mean ending up in some brothel somewhere. Besides, I had no life, no
identity as Bambi out there, nothing from which to build a new life.
"But Bambi? That's so humiliating! It makes me sound like some kind of
a bimbo." I cried as I started hump myself on him a little and wiggle my
hips. I couldn't repress the satisfaction this time when he moaned his
approval and gave me another wonderful nipple pinch.
"This from a girl who is busy fucking me with her tight little cunt and
who spent all of yesterday begging for more." Weston chuckled.
"Personally I think it's very fitting, if not very original. Besides,
you'll get used to it too."
I simply looked away in shame, but I couldn't stop fucking him. It felt
too good having his nice big cock moving inside me to even consider
stopping. I started picking up my pace and humped him even harder. It
was wonderful, I had to admit. Better than any sex I'd had as a man,
and I felt an urgent need to feel him shoot his seed into my depths.
The feeling of a cock spilling its juices into my depths was the most
exotic thing I'd ever felt and I found myself craving it.
"Oh, god, you bastard, you made me love this and every inch of your
thick cock. I'll get you, Weston, somehow, I'll get you." I moaned as I
squeezed my little pussy as hard as I could, hoping to draw his seed
out. I was fucking him wildly now, desperate for another awesome female
orgasm like I had enjoyed yesterday. If I was going to have this life,
I was at least going to enjoy it.
"Yes, you'll get me, Bambi, you'll get my nice hard cock filling you up
whenever I feel like using your tight little pussy. And you'll always
be tight, Bambi, no matter how many times you fuck this big hard cock
you'll always be as tight as that first time." Weston boomed as he
started thrusting back at my own thrusts.
"Oh, god, Weston, cum in me! I need it, I need that baby juice pumping
into me!" I cried as we humped together. I knew he was getting close,
remembering his panting and grunting from every other time he'd filled
me with his seed. We were rutting fiercely now, and I squeezed him as
hard as I could with my cunny, knowing just how much he had to love that
as he pistoned inside me.
"Here it is, Bambi!" Weston cried out as he grabbed onto my hips hard
and held me still on top of him with his huge cock impaled all the way
inside me.
"Oh, yeah!" I moaned as I felt his cock pulsing inside me. "Fill me up!
Pump that wonderful juice inside me!"
I just moaned even harder as he reached up and squeezed my tits again as
he continued to pulse inside me. Then he squeezed my nipples and the
whole world dissolved in an explosion of pleasure. I cried out again
with my girlish new voice as I savored the ripples of energy flowing
through me.
I drifted back down slowly as his hands continued to knead my melons and
I could feel his shaft just beginning to soften inside me. I reeled at
what I'd just done, I'd just given myself to him completely. It didn't
matter that I didn't want to, I couldn't help it.
"God damn you!" I squealed, again upset at just how hard it was to get
my anger across with this childish voice.
"You're only upset because you enjoyed it, Bambi. Didn't you?" Weston
taunted me, smiling as he played with my boobs. I wanted to strangle
him so badly right then but I couldn't make my hands move to do it.
Even in this weak little girl's body I knew I had enough raw anger to
kill him, but it was cut short.
"Yes." I grunted, my hands twitching with pent up rage at my sides. I
didn't want to answer him, but like everything else, it was simply
compelling. I had to do it.
"Yes, what, Bambi?" Weston looked straight into my eyes and I knew what
he wanted.
"I enjoy getting fucked and played with like a slut you ass hole." I
snapped at him. I flinched at my words again, it didn't seem right for
such a sweet voice to say such vile things. That thought worried me,
another instinct, another way this bastard was going to make me his
docile little pet.
"My my, Bambi, you are certainly not being polite. Unfortunately, I
have important business to attend to today so I can't keep my empire
waiting. Please, shower and get dressed in your clothes from yesterday
and we can get on to the business at hand." Weston laughed. I wondered
for an instant what else was going to happen today, but I reconsidered,
it was probably best not to dwell on it. With that out of the way I
pulled myself off of his withering shaft and felt a new urging as I
looked down at the wet little guy between his legs.
"Um, do you mind if I..." I nodded down and looked between his legs,
not wanting to say the words. Even so I was licking my lips at just the
sight of his cum covered shaft. It looked delicious all covered with
the mixing of our juices.
"What, Bambi?" Weston mocked. We both knew, and I realized that this
too was part of my training to get used to my condition. Again the
desire to kill this rat surged through me, but still I was drawn to my
other need.
"Can I clean your cock?" I whimpered, not wanting to draw out the
process any more than I had to. It was bad enough wanting to do it, I
didn't want to have to beg to do it.
"Of course, anything for my little Bambi." Weston laughed. I grimaced
at that, knowing he was just savoring my humiliation as I bent down and
started cleaning off our juices from his cock. It was surprising just
how good it all tasted, the mix of his seed, my pussy and his musk was
wonderful. I was careful not to miss a drop, driven both by the taste
and the need to clean him completely.
"I would love to spend all day with you like this, my dear. But we have
business to attend to." Weston told me as I finished cleaning him. I
leaned back when I was finished savoring the tastes for a moment before
I caught myself and frowned.
"Oh, no use denying that you like it, Bambi. Don't worry there will be
plenty more where that came from. Now we must shower and get ready for
our meetings." Weston grinned and patted my head. I scowled at him but
otherwise couldn't move to strangle him like I wanted. He was enjoying
this far too much for my tastes, but I couldn't do anything to stop him.
He got out of the bed and started walking towards the bathroom. I sat
there fuming for a minute before I felt the need to follow him. He had
said that we were supposed to shower, and I somehow knew that meant I
was to join him. As I stood up, I considered that a shower might not be
such a bad thing, I'd been fucked almost non-stop all night and I was
sweaty and sticky. I also felt his seed seeping from my new pussy and
reached down to collect it in my hand as I walked. I couldn't help but
lick it up, it was too good to let it go to waste.
"Taking your time I see. No matter, you know what to do, Bambi." Weston
smiled as I walked in still licking my palm. I scowled at him for a
moment before I shuddered. I was over whelmed by new duties and quickly
stepped into the shower. I turned on the water, somehow knowing just
how he liked it and grabbed some soap. It was time to clean him, and I
found my self completely enthralled by the notion of giving him a bath.
I couldn't help myself, I wanted to run my hands all over his naked
body, not just cleaning him but worshiping his masculine form that
seemed so god like right in that moment.
"So how do enjoy your new condition, Bambi." Weston asked as I started
to lather him up. I shivered at the question. I had been lost in the
hardness of his flesh, my own heat growing as I soaped up his body,
enjoying his masculine presence for a mindless moment before he'd
snapped me out of it.
"I hate it you bastard! I don't want to be some teen bimbo for you." I
squealed as I started rubbing his shaft to get it hard. I knew I'd
already cleaned him up nicely but I knew that a shower wasn't complete
until I got to use his manhood to clean between my tits. I shivered at
that degrading thought for a moment before I squeezed my wonderful
breasts and realized just how wonderful they'd do cleaning him like
that.
"Now, now, my little Bambi. Honestly, you enjoyed being my little slut
didn't you?" Weston asked as I kneeled down and cupped my tits in my
hands. I leaned in, squeezed his cock between my ample mounds, and
started to bounce them. I cooed at the wonderful feeling forgetting my
position for the moment.
"Enough, Bambi, you have another hole that needs cleaning." Weston
ordered and I flinched at the realization. Still I was on my feet in
moments, and looked up at him. It was just this suddenly that I
realized just how dirty I was between my legs and felt the need for a
good cleaning.
"Please, Weston, can you clean me?" I whimpered, hating to ask him for
anything, and especially this. It wasn't just my pride, it was a
driving force in me that just screamed that I was here to serve him.
"Of course dear." He replied. He grabbed me by the hips and spun me
around. I quickly spread my legs and bent down so he could get in more
easily. I moaned shamelessly a moment later as I felt his shaft split
me open and sink into me. It was wonderful, I'd fucked in the shower
before but this was entirely different. Now I was the girl, with my
pussy full of hard cock as the water poured down on our naked bodies.
He instantly started hammering into me, and I felt my breasts bouncing
with each filling push. I squirmed against him with a fervor equal to
his and enjoyed his savage cleaning.
It wasn't long before we slipped to the end of our little dance and I
screamed in pleasure as he shot off again inside me. I wiggled my rear
back against his hardness and sighed. "Oh, yeah, fill me up, Weston!"
"So you like having my cum inside you, dear?" Weston asked as I felt his
cock continue to twitch and squirt out his wonderful juices into me. It
was wonderful, filled with a man's cock and his seed shooting into me.
There was no way I could resist the shear joy I was feeling.
"It's great, homey. Do we really have to stop?" I whimpered. I
concentrated and tried to ripple my pussy and get him to full staff
again, I know I'd done it last night, in fact I'd gotten him back up a
couple of times. Then without warning he grabbed onto my hips and
pulled out of me with a soft pop.
"I'm afraid I do have other business that must be attended to. Finish
your cleaning and then come to me so we can get you appropriately
dressed for the occasion." Weston ordered, and gave me a playful slap on
my rear before leaving the shower.
Then I was suddenly alone with myself again. I stood there for a minute
just letting the water run over me as I came back to my senses. There
wasn't any doubt now just how far I'd fallen. I was his slut, his
little bimbo, and I couldn't help it. It wasn't just that every
sensation was amazing. It was the fact that I needed to serve him.
Even as I contemplated this, I was compelled not to take too long in the
shower, since he had business to attend to that I was some part of. I
wasn't sure I really wanted to know just what this business was, but
there wasn't any doubt in my mind that Weston had something big in the
works. He would never have dreamed of doing this to me if he hadn't
already worked out how to get away with it. Of course, now I didn't
think I was going to do much to stand in his way, unless it was to ask
what I could do for him next. It wasn't that I wanted to serve him, I
needed to, and worse I enjoyed doing so. Even as I looked back at the
past day's events I couldn't really bring up a proper amount of anger at
my treatment, instead I found myself satisfied that I'd managed to get
him off so many times.
I was amazed at just how routine my showering felt, although I had never
cleaned my new body before. It was almost second nature to wash my
curved new form and even my long hair. It was as if I'd had this body
my entire life, but I assumed this too was part of my conditioning. It
wouldn't be easy to be a successful slave girl if I couldn't care for
myself. I took this chance to again examine my new body, and it's
various pleasures. My pink little nipples were still nice and hard and
I couldn't help but play with them in a moment of childish wonder.
These puffy little things were all mine and I just had to give my tight
little nubs a good pinch. I squeaked with delight at this confirmation
of my new breasts. I had to admit they were just lovely round fruit
just perfect for a man to play with and suck on. The thought skipped
through my mind a moment before I realized just what I'd thought and I
quivered again. There wasn't any doubt now, I loved men, just in the
way that women are supposed to love men. I didn't want to, but every
time another drop of water hit me, I wondered how much better it would
feel if it had been a nice manly hand there instead. I would have said
I'd become gay if it wasn't for the fact that I was every bit a sexy
young woman on the outside, and quickly becoming a very slutty one on
the inside. Yet there wasn't anything I could do to get a grip on
myself, I knew what was happening, but when it came to honest
resistance, I just couldn't do anything.
Finally I finished my shower and toweled off. I gave my hair a quick
blow dry, thankful that my new mane seemed designed for easy
maintenance. With that done, I strutted into the bedchamber again,
knowing that Weston would get an excellent view of my naked new bod. I
flinched a bit at that thought, but I couldn't help myself. I was
stunning and I just had to show it off.
"Very nice, Bambi. Now come over here and let's get you ready." Weston
ordered. I obediently skipped over to him and looked down at what I
would be expected to wear.
"Are you sure you want me to go out like that?" I giggled. It was the
same revealing get up he'd had me wear yesterday. I stifled a thought
about how degrading it was, since I knew just how hot I looked in these
clothes. I realized that I was cutting out my own thoughts for Weston's
imprinted ones, but that didn't matter, I really did look hot in that
ensemble.
"You don't mind do you?" Weston asked, handing me the thong first. I
cheerfully grabbed it and squirmed my way into it, again enjoying how it
so nicely cupped my new mound. It did still feel weird not having
something more substantial between my legs. Still, as I looked down
between my legs and saw the outlines of my pussy lips against the cloth,
I had to admit I looked a lot cuter without all the extra equipment down
there.
"Why? I'm a sexy little bimbo right?" I giggled again, jiggling my
still naked titties to emphasize the point. This was what he wanted me
to be after all and besides I really liked how my boobies feel when
they're bouncing and jiggling. "And I just love showing off my new
body!"
Weston just nodded and handed me the bra. I pulled it on swiftly and
followed with the chemise he handed me a moment later. There wasn't any
doubt I was completely the stunning example of femininity he'd wanted,
and I couldn't help but be proud of that fact. I ran my hands down my
sides, enjoying the silky fabric draping over my and the intimate caress
of my bra and panties on my tender femininity.
"You look perfect, Bambi, now we must go." Weston stated and promptly
walked out of the room. I didn't miss a step, following right behind
him, like the loyal little puppy I was now. I had to wonder just what
we were going to do, but I didn't let myself worry too much about it.
The halls of the compound looked so different now, and all of the men
walking by was even more shocking. Every one of them had an appeal, and
I made sure that any one of them that looked at me got a cute little
wink. I knew I was just strolling along like a prize pig, but I
couldn't help but play up the part.
Finally, we came to one of the conference rooms. It was already full
and obviously the meeting had been going on for some time.
"About time you showed up, Weston." Came one voice from the crowd. I
quickly surveyed the scene, it was a collection of other project heads
and administrators, mostly the ones that had been far to dark for my
tastes. All but a couple were men, and I could feel myself getting hot
being in such close quarters with so many men. I did my best to pose
for them to show myself off as my thoughts turned to all the fun we
could have.
"Do you want my wrath, Turner?" Weston replied darkly, with a slight nod
towards me. Everything instantly fell silent. I realized then just
what I'd been brought here for. I was an example to keep the others in
line, an example of Weston's power.
"Good." Weston said coldly as he surveyed the room. There wasn't any
doubt that he was the one controlling this situation. "I assume that
everything has been done as I prescribed?"
"Yes, sir. The distribution of the virus has begun as you ordered. We
estimate four days for an effective infection rate of 80 percent and
another week before the control effects take hold." reported one of the
administrators. I realized then that I must have been out for a couple
of days at least during my transformation. Weston could have done a lot
when I was still in control of the facility, but distributing things off
site would have had to wait till I had been dealt with. I wondered for
a moment where the rest of the staff was, and assumed that at least a
few had met with fates similar to mine.
The meeting continued for some time like that. I found that my
attention just slipped away after the first couple exchanges. It was
all so boring, I knew I should try to learn what was going on, but I
just couldn't stay focused. Instead I just stood at the edge of the
room and fidgeted, not knowing what else to do. I looked around the
room and just wondered how manly each of the men here was and hoped I'd
get to find out sometime. It was a lot more interesting than the
discussion they were having.
"All such very good work, gentlemen. I'm pleased that we've made this
kind of a difference in just a few days. As a reward, I want to
reintroduce you to our former colleague in his new role as my Bambi.
Why don't you get up on the table and introduce yourself?" Weston
prompted me. I squealed with delight at having something to do and
getting that chance to show myself off. I jumped right up onto the
table and spun around on top.
"Hi, I'm Bambi!" I giggled as I flaunted my body to everyone there,
making sure to look each one of them in the eyes and smile. I was here
to make a good impression after all.
"No need to be shy dear, we're going to have a little extended session
here so you can fully introduce yourself to my staff." Weston prompted.
I considered his words for a moment and then giggled again. My hands
flew to my chemise and pulled it off and I quickly tossed off my bra and
panties too. Now completely naked, I did another twirl and gave
everyone a full view of my sexy little body.
"When can I start?" I asked as I slipped a hand between my legs and
started rubbing myself. I was plenty hot already, but I wanted to be
steaming for all these guys. I was about to be the star of a gangbang
and I could hardly wait. I'd always loved being part of a gangbang and
now I was just aching to be the main attraction.
I looked around the table again as I prepared myself. These were my
colleagues, men and women I'd worked with for years. I had been their
leader. Now I was their toy and I couldn't be happier. I wondered who
would be first and just hoped he'd be nice and big like Weston.
"Any time my dear, enjoy yourself." Weston answered. I squealed with
happiness and jumped down off the table. I turned to the first man I
saw and pulled myself to him. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him
a passionate kiss for a moment before I pulled back and started
undressing him.
"Come on, Bill, I know you just want to plug my tight little pussy!" I
giggled as I started ripping off his clothing. Bill Patterly had been
here for years, a rather unassuming fellow really. I doubted he had any
great ambition to him, but he obviously had a sense of self-preservation
just by being here. Of course, right now the only thing that really
interested me was the nice big cock he had tenting his pants. I didn't
let him leave it concealed for long though. My delicate little fingers
unbuckled him and sent his slacks and boxers to the floor in mere
moments and I got to see my second cock as a woman. Somehow it didn't
look as appealing as Weston's did, although Bill's was longer and
thicker. It was good enough though, and I wrapped my hand around it and
enjoyed the sweet hardness in my fingers for a moment before I looked up
to him again.
He looked back at me for a moment, lost in obvious thought then he
grabbed onto me and spun me around. When I felt his hands on my hips I
knew what he wanted, and spread my legs and leaned onto the table
presenting my new pussy for him.
"Take me!" I yelled a moment before I felt his cock press into my
feminine folds. I moaned shamelessly as he sank all the way into me.
It was wonderful being split open again like this and I squeezed him
with my pussy to know how thankful I was.
"You really like this?" Bill asked. I could hear just how amazed he
was, probably not understanding just how completely Weston had played
with my head. Thankfully he didn't let his amazement slow him from
starting a nice pumping rhythm into me.
"God, yes, Bill!" I cried out. "You can't believe how good it feels
having that wonderful cock of yours is stuffed up my tight little pussy!
Fuck me, Bill, fuck me hard!"
He didn't disappoint me either, and instantly grabbed onto my hips and
started slamming himself into me. I grunted with delight at each
thrust, and savored each of his own satisfied moans as he enjoyed my hot
passage. I did my best to fuck him back, but it was hard like locked
together like we were, and all I could really do was squeeze my pussy as
he pumped himself inside me.
Bill didn't last too long though, and I felt him suddenly grab onto me
even tighter and started shooting off inside me. I squealed in delight
at the feeling of his seed flowing into me and did my best to milk him
dry before he pulled out of me. I whimpered a little at that, my little
pussy felt so empty again, but I knew that would last for long.
Then I stood up and looked around for a moment, the entire room was full
of completely naked men and a couple of equally naked women now. My
eyes jumped from one amazing shaft to another, all hard and all ready
just for me. Well, except for the few that couldn't wait and were busy
plunging into the other women. I wondered for a moment if they were
truly willing participants, but as I took in the forest of erections
around me, I couldn't understand how any woman wouldn't want this.
A big smile grew on my lips as I turned around to the men gathering
around me. I thrust out my chest and put my hand on my hips before I
asked my question. "Okay, boys, who's next?"
The next few moments were a complete blur as I suddenly found myself
engulfed in a sea of raging testosterone. I was pulled, tugged, and
squeezed as my place was rapidly being negotiated. by the time it was
all over I found myself straddling a man with his shaft in my pussy
while another man was busy pounding into my ass. My mouth was wrapped
around another cock and both of my hands were doing their best to keep
the next round nice and hard. I was at the center of the storm and I
don't think I've ever been so completely lost to pleasure.
First of course was being doubly penetrated. Weston had taken my anal
virginity that first night, another amazing memory I will never forget,
but now I had two men pumping between my legs. It was more wonderful
than I could have dreamed, and I did my best to please them as they
fucked me. Then I had a nice big cock in my mouth, and I was letting
myself savor its succulent musky taste as I sucked on it with abandon.
My hands were busy too, each one wrapped around its own cock giving me a
preview of things to come and giving me another heavenly chance to feel
a man's member in my hands. Finally came the hands, and mouths of all
the other men, caressing, fondling, and licking every part of my body.
I was completely engulfed in sex and simply let myself go and enjoyed
every moment.
I wish I knew just how long I was rolled through that party. It was all
just a sensual blur of passion and ecstasy. After the first few
moments, I think I was coming almost constantly as different men took me
in every passage I had. I savored every thrust and every satisfied
grunt as I was passed around. Occasionally, I even found myself wrapped
up with another of the women in the room, though I was usually buried in
a nice bush and licking away as a cock or two pounded away on my other
end. It surprised me for a moment that I still liked women, not that
they were as good as a man, but I enjoyed eating out the other girls
almost as much as I had sucking off the guys before them. I suppose I
was going to be a pretty equal opportunity sex slave after all.
Finally the part subsided, not that everyone wanted to leave. In fact
it was Weston who came in and started barking orders at everyone that
broke it up. After everyone else had left he walked up to where I was
and just looked down and laughed. I just shuddered before him, still
wracked with raging lust. My entire body was covered in semen and I
knew my hair was well matted with it too. I must have looked like a
complete tramp right then, naked and bathed in sexual juices. Still I
don't think I was ever so happy, or so pleased with myself. I'd had fun
and I'd gotten the chance to please so many other people that nothing
else really mattered. Except for Weston's pleasure of course.
So I just looked up at him while he laughed, waiting for him to ask
something of me. He didn't he just laughed and then turned around and
walked out. I stayed on the floor like that for some time before I
moved again, letting the passion from the rolling orgasms finally drift
away. Then without anything else better to do, I pulled my sexy little
outfit back on and strolled back to Weston's room for a shower and to
prepare myself for the evening.
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