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"The Cumslut"
    by John Bridge


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Chapter 4

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A filament of cum ran from the tip of Paul's cock to my
Mistress' pussy as he withdrew it. He grabbed the base of
his cock and gave it a slight flick and the filament of cum
jumped and stuck to his cockhead.

"Paul, the key. Unlock one cuff," she said.

Until she spoke, all of my perception had been in a slow
motion unreality. But when my arms fell to my side, I felt a
great relief in my neck and upper back, and an overpowering
sense of reality returned.

"Undo the cord from your neck, Cumslut."

I managed to reach it with effort. My cock and balls drooped
normally at its release, and I realized I was still erect
but had no sense of an erection. The heat through my genital
region was a mild irritation; the butt plug, though a
monstrous pain upon entering, now seemed at home.

A strange feeling of pleasure seemed to dance down and
through my cock now--directly from the plug, and the
sensation of an erection returned full-bloom. All this
effort and movement brought back the pain from the nipple
clamps, which up until then had been numb ever since she had
whipped me. My ass and upper legs ached. I would not want to
sit.

Mistress had turned while I was doing this, she had her legs
raised up; her hands were behind her knees, her ass and
pussy right in front of me, on the sofa's edge. "Paul, undo
the ball gag."

"Cumslut, remove the panties; Paul, open the zip bag for him
to drop them in."

"Now, slave, turn on your knees sideways...that's it. Now,
suck Paul's cock clean."

Never had I sucked such a long, thick cock as this. He was
still semi-erect. Stepping forward, the cock only an inch
from my mouth, I could feel my own coming completely back to
life.

"Suck it, slave!"

The head filled my mouth; the cum taste seemed to rush
through my body like the vapors from the bottle. I licked
and sucked, cleaning the cum as directed and swallowed it as
if I were a starving man.

"Oh, Cumslut, you are in heaven now, aren't you?" she asked.
But with a mouthful of cock, I just moaned approval and Paul
began to slide it further in until my throat refused to take
anymore. I had at least six of the probable ten inches of
this monster in me.

"Paul, the bottle's behind you; fed him four hits, and then
shove your cock as far down as it will go. And, Cumslut, if
you want to please me, I want your nose buried in Paul's
stomach."

I reached and took Paul's cock in my hand and guided it to
my mouth; his hands went to my head. With my eye's closed
and the bottle's sensation rushing through my brain to my
cock, his head was at my throat's entrance in a second.

My hands went to Paul's hips and I pulled him toward me just
as he lunged at me. His cock slid slowly down my throat,
only inches away from his stomach, my nose wanted to reach
out and please my Mistress. The gag reflex had him pulling
it back and then going again. Each time, over and over, I
came close to taking it all, but to no avail. The last inch
could have been a mile. It seemed an eternity; I was lost in
this glorious act, yet disappointment at being a failure for
my Mistress cut into me more painfully than the whip or the
butt plug up my ass.

"Enough!" she commanded. "You are a complete failure,
Cumslut. You can't even do a simple act that you love to do
for me, your Mistress. Crawl over here and suck out my pussy
and clean all the cum out, slave. See if you can do that!"

Her words cut through me painfully. My mouth went to her
like a magnet. My tongue went deeply up into her; her ass
wiggled as she lightly ran her finger over her clit. After
another eternity, her hand grabbed my hair and directed me
to her clit; I sucked it, rolled my tongue about it, eating
and swallowing ever drop of moisture. She was now just
smashing my face into her cunt, pulling at my hair, around
and down, and, then in a moment of complete surrender to her
stimulation, she came violently, pushing my face deeply into
her. I thought I would suffocate, but finally she pushed my
head away.

Kneeling there, I was panting and lost to my lust. My face
felt covered with moisture; my cock wanted to burst. Even
the nipple clamps and the butt plug sang and danced a
pleasurable tune through my body.

"Paul, help him up and take him to the bathroom."

She followed us in and closed the drain in the tub. Cumslut,
in the tub on your back. Yes, like that. Now move towards
the back, further, stupid.

She stepped in and knelt over my face, settling her pussy
directly over my mouth. "Now, open wide and don't you loose
a drop because every last drop will be licked up by your
tongue if any escapes."

A warm, powerful stream of her piss filled my mouth before I
could swallow; some I felt going down my cheeks and chin,
but I began to swallow and swallow, catching most of it
before a second or two passed.

"Good God, Paul, see how much he loves it. Maybe you'd like
to piss down his throat?"

"Don't mind if I do, baby."

Her golden stream trickled to a stop, and she was right I
loved it! She spread open her pussy and had me suck and lick
it completely clean. Also, I tongue-cleaned the inside of
her thighs where piss had trickled. She then got out of the
tub, had me kneel, and she whispered to Paul and then he
stood in the tub in front of me.

"Close your eyes and open your mouth wide, Cumslut!" she
ordered, and I obeyed.

His piss hit me in the face and I moved to find the stream
with my mouth, but he moved the stream and some went in my
mouth, but most splashed over my face. Paul must have a
racehorse in his pedigree because he seemed to piss forever.
Finally, it stopped.

"Now open your eyes and look at all the piss you missed,
Cumslut." She had gone and retrieved the zip bag with the
panties in it. She began to sop up the piss on the tub
bottom with the panties. They could not hold all the piss in
the tub, so she placed them back in bag and closed it.

"Now lick, drink, whatever, the remainder of that snack on
the bottom of the tub."

And I did.

"You're not done, Cumslut. Here use this straw and clean up
every drop of piss from the bottom of the tub, now!"

On all fours sucking the tub bottom, I felt her reach
between my legs and grab my hardon. "Paul, this Cumslut is
hard as a rock; he loves piss. He's a Cumslut and a
piss-slut. Let everyone know tomorrow night is a cum AND
piss party."

"You got it, babe. How's about a shower, me and you?"

"Yeah, I feel completely disgusted and dirty after watching
this Cumslut drink his piss snack. Out of the tub, slut.
Open your mouth," she ordered.

"Take the panties from the bag and stuff them in your mouth,
Cumslut."

I reach in and pulled them out; they were sopping wet and
dripping piss. Don't you dare spill any of that get it in
your mouth. That's it, now lean your head back." I obeyed of
course. And she poured the remainder of the liquid into my
mouth, and it spilled out over my cheeks and chin.

"This slave is useless. Turn around, Cumslut," she spat out
at me. Handcuffs, again. She poked her finger into my mouth,
stuffing the panties in until I could close my mouth.

"Now close your mouth, and she put tape over my mouth. Now,
work on those panties and kneel over here in the corner
while Paul and me shower up."

A reflection of me kneeling in the corner, in a full-length
mirror attached to the back of the bathroom door, caught my
eye. My cheeks were puffed out from the panties. Piss
dripped down my throat. My cock was erect and aching, but
pumped full of lust. If I were under her boot right now, and
she asked if she should crush the life out of me a small
piece of me might say yes. I expected to lick up the piss
from the floor, and actually anticipated it, actually
wanting to do it if she ordered it!

A cum and piss party! Oh, God, what was in store for me
tomorrow night? Whatever would happen, I knew in that not so
secret part of me, I would enjoy it, relish orally and
anally servicing a room full of cocks and maybe cunts. I
would do anything she commanded me to do, even eating the
shit right from her asshole. The idea of jamming my mouth
between her glorious globes made my cock jump.

 From the shower came steam and laughter. The translucent
tub enclosure gave me a weird sight, a configuration of one
body with several arms. My entire body ached and numbness
crept through my arms and legs. The enclosure slid open;
Paul stepped out, his monstrous member hard.

Mistress Dominique stepped out, her copper-colored body
glistening. They each plucked a towel from the rack and
began drying each other, ignoring me completely. Both
exited, leaving me kneeling there, feeling truly useless and
abandoned.

Mistress returned carrying a strap-on dildo. It was a
form-fitting harness with a black, eight-inch dildo on one
side of the harness and a smaller one on its opposite side.
She did not speak, but stood in front of me and inserted the
smaller one into her pussy, began adjusting the straps, and
when finished her eight inches dangled right in front of my
face.

Even with the panties in my mouth I could sense I was
salivating for her cock. The sight was so intense: her
beautiful, large breasts, her shapely ass and legs, and her
black monster of her own!

"Stand! Cumslut," she ordered as she assisted me by grabbing
my hair in her fist and yanking upward. I struggled to me
feet a brief moment of dizziness and then it passed.

She spun me around and undid the cuffs.

"Remove the gag and the panties and place them in the sink,
slave."

My cock was fully erect and aching anew with pain and lust
as she grabbed it. "Well, Cumslut, Paul and I have a real
treat for you, she said as she attached a leash to my
collar. Now, on your knees, down all four, Cumslut, and
crawl after me to the bedroom."

Paul sat on the bed's edge, cock in his hand, stroking what
appeared to be lubricant up and down its shaft. At the foot
of the bed she had me stand and bend over.

The sound of rubber gloves stretching and snapping on her
hands came to me. Then, she pulled the butt plug straight
out of my ass unceremoniously. Relief gave me a warm glow
for just a second.

A finger entered my ass, then two fingers, and three pushing
in as far as her hand would go; then four fingers, twisting
and reaming. My cock jumped. The sensation was marvelous.
She pulled her fingers out.

Paul had placed a padded ottoman of sorts, covered with a
sheet in the room's middle. Then, he directed me to it.
"Kneel and present your ass to me, Cumslut," Mistress
ordered.

After climbing upon it, I saw Paul holding the bottle to my
nose. Take deep hits, Cumslut," she ordered.

After the second hit, her fingers, at least three entered my
ass, and she began pumping her hand as hit three came and
went. By the end of the fourth hit, I was leaning my ass
back into her strokes. Paul brought another pair of soiled
panties to my nose, and cupped his hand with them over my
nose and mouth.

Rhythmic strokes, pushing in as deep as possible pure
delight; Paul took the panties from my nose and poured
several drops of the liquid into the panties center, folded
and then returned them to my nose.

"Take deep breaths, slave. Yeah, that's it, deeper, deeper,"
she said. "Soon, Cumslut, you won't have an ass; no, you'll
have a pussy. Do you like me fuckin' your pussy, Cumslut?"

"Yes, Mistress," I spat out through the panties

"Good because it's a pussy already, Cumslut. Isn't it,
slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress, what?"

Yes, Mistress, my ass is a pussy.

"And pussies love to be fucked, don't they, Cumslut?"

"Yes, Mistress, my pussy wants to be fucked."

"Replenish it, Paul."

Paul added more drops to the panties.

"Breathe deeply, Cumslut; yeah, another, another. Smell my
pussy in there, Cumslut?"

I nodded affirmatively.

She pulled hand fingers out; my asshole quivered. It missed
being full.

"Now beg me to fuck your pussy, slave."

"Mistress, please fuck my pussy, fill me up with your hand,
please, Mistress."

"Paul, now."

Paul removed the panties and stuck his cock in my mouth; he
held my head down and his cock immediately reached the back
of my throat, and, being lubed, it slid easily and deeply
into me just as her whole hand plunged into my ass. Her
knuckles encountered resistance; instinctively I pushed
back, wanting her fist up inside of me as I had seen in gay
flicks.

She pushed and a deep-seated, moaning with a cock
down-my-throat noise came out of me as her whole hand
slipped into ass. Pain reached another level; I felt woozy
from it, and I moved away from her thrusts. She just pushed
harder and deeper. Making a fist inside of me almost made me
faint.

My nose barely touched Paul's stomach. He pulled out slowly
until he sensed I could breathe; Mistress was pumping her
fist deep inside of me. When Paul sensed I had taken a
breath, he plunged his cock as deeply as it would go and
placed the panties, bottle enhanced, over my nose. I
breathed deeply and as frequently as he would let me, as he
would withdraw his monster cock from deep within my throat.

My balls boiled. I began to cum; my body trembled and shook
as my cock spat cum. They knew I was cumming because both
intensified their pumping as it began. The bottle's
influence made me believe I had cum for hours and hours, but
finally it ended. His cock was out of my mouth; her hand was
out of my ass.

In the brief silence before the storm, I realized, never in
my life, had I experienced an orgasm as powerful as that.
Also, how else could I ever experience it again, except at
the hands of my Mistress. The deep pain in my ass (I swear I
felt a draft going up it) started to introduce it to me, as
all hell broke loose.


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