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"The Cumslut"
    by John Bridge


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Chapter 5

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As I knew he would, the slave shot his load. From the moment
I put the rubber gloves on I had begun stroking my false
cock, giving myself a series of orgasms. I wanted to whip
him now so badly I could taste it.

Paul loved watching me enslave and especially whip this
pathetic shit. It turned him on, he had told me. I would
never tell either of these men that between them I actually
experienced sexual satisfaction. Paul's cock and his ability
to use it amazed me, and the slave's tongue was good. He was
a complete one, allowing me to experience everything I
wanted in that realm.

"You lousy piece of shit, no one gave you permission to
cum."

I grabbed the cat-o-nine tails and began to lash the slave's
ass as hard as I could. Out of the corner of my eye I could
see Paul working his cock's head with his hand furiously as
I lay on the lashes. I worked the dildo between my legs
furiously also.

By stroke five I came and, once I reach a certain point
cumming from a whipping, I can continue getting off for an
hour or more if the slave can take it, or if you have a
stable of slaves to use. The latter was my goal. I would
take an ad out as soon as possible and get two more in here
for next weekend and be able to spend all afternoon whipping
and cuming!

Switching the whip to my other hand, I grabbed his wank. It
was still as hard as ever. This slave would be worked every
weekend. Soon he'd be begging to be whipped so he could cum.
His asshole was still open, and I knew how much Paul looked
forward to fucking this slave up the ass.

I leaned next to the Cumslut's ear and whispered, "If you
cum again without my permission, Cumslut, I have a steel
dildo I will heat up with a blowtorch and shove it up your
ass. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Now lick up the cum on the sheet and suck the areas of the
sheet that are already soaked up."

I motioned to Paul it was time to fuck this slave from both
ends. Paul would shove his cock in the slave's mouth while I
rammed my strap-on up his ass, and after a minute or two we
would switch places, over and over until Paul came. Paul got
the bottle.

"Cumslut, present your ass, now!"

I knew the slave couldn't keep from cuming once we began
fucking his brains out. Amazingly, the slave was ass-trained
in one session. What a complete faggot-slave he was. I had
the blowtorch ready and would scare the hell out of him.

Paul fed him the bottle; I slowly ran my hands over the
slave's ass, inserted a few lubricated fingers while Paul
did his thing. I could feel him responding. As soon as Paul
inserted his cock in the slave's mouth, I rammed my strap-on
up his ass, an eight-inch, hard rubber dildo, approximately
two inches in diameter. The slave resisted as I drove it in
as deeply as I could, but within a minute he was riding his
ass back onto the strap-on loving it! Soon his asshole-pussy
would be the center of his sexual universe, sort of
asscentric.

The angle was great; I only had to thrust and inch or two,
keeping most of the dildo deep in him. Paul was making eyes
at me, letting me know he wanted to fuck the slave's pussy.
I wanted to stay on it myself because I was building toward
an immense orgasm.

It started deep within and I just smashed that strap-on into
him and ground away. Truly a profound cum, and I just rode
his ass, each second better than the last. I shuddered and
Paul withdrew his cock from the slave's mouth. I did too and
we switched.

Paul wasted no time and drilled his ten-inch monster deeply
into the Cumslut. I had picked up the slave's head just as
his eyes bugged out and Paul hit bottom. The slave emitted a
moan of pain/pleasure as I pushed my strap-on, coated with
his own inner mess, through his lips. Open wide, Cumslut,
and suck my cock clean and swallow every drop.

I loved the look on a slave's face when you make him eat his
own waste; it sends a thrill through me. And I truly can
almost cum when he relents and gives in to his true bliss
and that pleasurable expression comes on his face as he
swallows it and grunts and sucks for more. From the look on
my cumslut's face, he'd enjoy an open mouth brown shower.
Right then--I couldn't wait to have his lips glued to my
asshole.

I glanced up at Paul; the look on his face was one of total
enjoyment: his eyes closed and hands on the slaves' hips. He
pounded the cumslut's asshole, pulling his monstrous cock
almost all the way out and then ramming it in until he hit
bottom. Paul was doing it exactly the way I told him too.
After this fucking, the Cumslut could take anything up the
ass and he'd have plenty tomorrow night to look forward to.

The Cumslut was here for the entire weekend, and he didn't
know what I had planned for him Saturday night. Paul was
bringing three of his buddies over to have their way with
the slave; each, I insisted, must be hung at least eight
inches in length. Paul guaranteed they'd be eight or more in
length. Also, Paul asked if two could each bring a young
black girl to play with the slave. At first, I thought that
would be too much, but in the shower I told him to bring the
girls. I also insisted that Paul let them know I was
completely in charge and that they must follow my
directions. Paul again guaranteed it.

"Paul," I said, and he opened his eyes. "We're going to the
floor with the slave on his back. You can continue fucking
him like the true pussy he is."

Paul immediately withdrew his cock. I unplugged the dildo
from the slave's mouth and commanded he get on the floor on
his back. He obeyed instantly. Yet I could see he was
becoming spent as far as energy went, so I knew this would
be the last scene of the evening. I'd send Paul home and
lock the slave up in the basement, take a long warm bath and
go to bed.

I undid the strapon, freeing my bottom for the slave's
mouth. Paul had placed a cushion on the floor with a sheet
over it to prevent stains. The slave's cock was hard as ever
--the ring made sure of that. I picked up the thin leather
paddle I had used on his cock earlier and settled over the
slave's face.

As I picked up the slave's cock and had it resting in the
palm of my hand, I said, "Okay, Cumslut, you get your tongue
up my ass and lick and suck it like a man starving." And I
began to slap his cock, knowing it would cum shortly.

Paul was back to pounding ass, and the Cumslut had his
tongue deep in my ass. I pressed my full ass down on his
face, smothering him, knowing he'd touch my ass when he
needed to breathe.

The pleasure from his tongue had me on the edge of cuming in
a matter of seconds, and I gave into it and took the
pleasure. And almost as if by magic, Paul began his ride to
his end as I wiggled in orgasmic surrender and as the
Cumslut's battered cock spit its messy load into my hand. A
rare triple cum! And that pushed me into even further
wiggling, so deeply into my own pleasure I had stopped
slapping the Cumslut's cock and was jerking the little
fellow off.

The Cumslut's hands gently touched my ass; I moved my ass up
and looked at Paul. He was resting deep inside the Cumslut's
ass; his eyes opened, and he said, "Baby, this was the
greatest."

"Come around here to the slave's mouth and have him clean
your cock with his mouth, Paul."

I spun around after wiping up the slave's cum onto my
fingers, and before Paul got to his face I had the slave
lick all his own cum from my hand and fingers. I looked
deeply into the slave's eyes as he did this and I could see
that look of acknowledgment, of total surrender to anything
I commanded, of complete acceptance of what I willed was
exactly what he wanted and needed. It was only an
acknowledgement of what I had known for hours, but that
sight in a slave's eyes is so fulfilling and inspiring.

"Now open and clean Paul's cock, Cumslut, lick off all his
mess and your own. Make his cock as clean as possible,
slave."

I moved my ass down and away from the Cumslut's face,
grabbed his hair and raised his face to meet Paul's cock as
he knelt. The Cumslut's cock touched my ass, and I did
something I had sworn I'd not do with this slave. I knelt up
and grabbed his cock, which was still hard, and slid it into
my pussy. She wrapped herself around it and lust overcame
me.

I released the Cumslut's head; Paul grabbed it and lifted it
to meet his softening cock. The slave did not hesitate but
began to lick and suck off the cum, lube and shit from the
cock eagerly.

The sight raised my heat. I sat full on the slave's cock,
and it seemed to rise up --and it found itself deep inside
me. And I began to ride it and, as Paul's big cock
disappeared down the slave's throat, I rode the cock up and
down furiously. My one hand began to finger my clit and the
other went to my right nipple, pulling and squeezing it.
Eyes closed--I rode into another orgasm, and another I'm not
sure how many, but when I tired of it, Paul knelt, his cock
clean as the proverbial whistle and now beginning to get
hard again as he stroked it--staring at me.

"Paul, hand me the lube. Now stand over the slave. I want
your cock in my mouth but first go and wash it."

Paul went to the bathroom...running water...and I lubed the
slave's still stiff cock and gently guided it into my ass. I
wanted what I wanted right then and there and didn't care
what anyone thought, or what I had promised myself. I simply
took.

Paul came back, stood over the slave and I gulped that
massive thing as I slid up and down the slave's cock. The
slave moaned deep pleasurable grunting sounds --and inside I
knew I would have to, and also wanted to, punish his ass
when I finished. Enjoy it now because you will pay soon, I
thought, as I lost myself in my lust, Paul's cock creeped
down my throat as far as I wanted and the slave's cock
slipped up my asshole in a frenzied rush to pleasure. And it
did not take long before I began to cum and cum. I finally
had enough. Now I needed the whip in my hand to finish the
evening, knowing I'd whip this Cumslut for having his cock
inside me, for giving me pleasure and because I just wanted
to!

Pushing Paul away as I began to get up, the slave's cock
slid from my ass and Paul stood aside. I sat full force on
the slave's face. Clean your Mistress' pussy, slave! My
internal rage at myself for losing control of my planned
execution I sublimated into a gashing, mashing pussy fuck of
the slave's face. Pleasure disappeared as I used his face as
toilet paper to clean away the invisible and self-induced
soiled remains of fucking this slave. He enjoyed it! No
matter how furiously I banged his head about under me, he
opened his mouth to receive my pussy with an incredible
willingness that only infuriated me more. Oh, was I going to
punish him!

"Get up, slave." As he got to his feet, I grabbed the
handcuffs. "Turn around, put your hands behind you." My tone
of voice was calm and directed. I cuffed him, pushed him
toward the chair, and made him bend over it. Then I tied a
leather cord about his neck, fished it underneath him to his
cock and balls and tied it firmly about the package. Then I
brought it up the crack of his ass and tied it to his neck.
The panties I plucked from the zip bag and stuffed them in
his mouth, secured them with a ball gag, and reached for the
whip. Once in my hand, a calm and resolve overcame me.

Speaking would ruin the mood I was in. I just began to
systematically whip his ass, legs and back in even measured
strokes, gradually building in intensity until I could see
his legs shivering. My own sex dripped as the pleasure of
seeing the pain I was inflicting registered in the slave
before me. I was laying the whip on him by then as hard as I
could muster. The welts were rising in a kaleidoscope of red
and purple over his body. I had reached a sadistic
fever-zone I had not been in over a year. I wanted to stay
in it for as long as I could; I touched my clit and came so
deeply I missed the rhythm of the lashing, again with each
flick of my finger my clit pounded out an intense orgasm. It
was now that I wished I had another slave here to suck on my
clit as I lashed this useless Cumslut.

Thankfully, my clit began to ache from so much pleasure, and
reality sunk in. The slave would either pass out or cum or
both any second. One more, one more and the slave came and
collapsed as he passed out. I dropped the whip to my side;
my other hand fell from my clit. Out of the corner of my eye
I saw and heard Paul finishing himself as he shot hot cum
over the slave's unconscious face. The session was over.

"Paul, I need you to leave now, and please be careful about
what you say to our guests for tomorrow. Only I can whip
this slave this hard understand?"

"Sure, baby, no problem. This was fantastic and tomorrow
night will be too. I'm sure."

Paul kissed me and went to dress himself. I had to rouse
this slave and store him in the basement for the night.
Exhausted and ready for bed, I could've asked Paul for help,
but I wanted Paul out of the house ASAP. A long warm bath
-- and then sleep.



                         -- The End --


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