“Ah, there you are!” The President’s voice breaks through your mounting pleasure. Your eyes flick open, to see him standing above you, fully dressed in a linen suit and pressed shirt.
You’re laid back on the poolside bed, naked. The Cleaner is knelt between your legs licking your open hole, her hands holding your thighs wide apart, yours forcing her head into you.
You’re keeping her in place, so she doesn’t lose herself in the fucking she’s receiving. A third guy is about to about to explode into her well fucked cunt. Face buried in between your thighs, you’re making sure she never gets a glimpse of who she’s been fucked by.
“Having a good morning, my princess? The President smiles, an obvious swelling beginning in his trousers as the man fucking the Cleaner pulls out and aims his spunking cock at her entrances, gritting his teeth, silently emptying his load in hot ropes over her bum and back.
The Sharpie ink of what you wrote on her buttocks is starting to rub off. Your devised game to get your sex slave gangbanged was simple. You put her on the foot of the bed, on her knees, and wrote a message on her bum cheeks. “Wanna fuck me? Help yourself,” is written in large letters.
You had laid down before her, propped on big cushions so you could see, and spread so she could have your hole. “Don’t you dare look round. Don’t stop playing with me. You’re hopefully gonna get fucked and fucked by anyone who fancies a quicky.”
“You giving up all the spare cock? That’s not like you?” The President chuckles.
“Going somewhere?” You look up at him, “…or have you got time to fill your new princess up?” You lift a hand to his huge swelling. He must get his clothes tailored especially, you muse, as you find his zip.
I return with 3 drinks. I set the cocktails down and nod to the President as you release his half-hard monster, then turf his big balls out of his fly, fondling the two fat egg-sized cum-producers as his untouched cock swells the rest of its way to full mast. Seeing The Cleaner has space behind, I shrug and step behind her.
The President undoes his belt and lets his trousers fall. You encourage him to lean into your mouth. Instead of trying to take the obscene baton into your mouth, you draw his bloated testicles to your mouth, reaching up and beckoning with your tongue. He appreciates your novel technique and helps to shuffle so you can take one ball at a time into your mouth whilst running your fingertips lightly over the other. He purrs in appreciation.
I run my cock head up and down The Cleaner’s bum crease, luxuriating in the feel of the creamy donations of previous casual visitors that leak from her hole or have painted her cleft. She wiggles her hips as my cum covered cock explores the groove between her spread labia. Unable to speak as her face is buried in yours, she squirms to welcome another unknown cock. I buck my hips to meet her request. Slipping into her buttery-soft freshly flooded hole, I can’t help but groan at its creamy, velvety embrace. I press fully home and hole still, letting The Cleaner keep up working her hips, expertly pressing her most sensitive innermost spot to the underside of my cock head. I gasp as her squirming causes her hole to seep with the sperm already pumped in, feeling the blend of lust flow over my balls.
“Oooh, my naughty princess…” The President groans in appreciation as you worship his testicles, covering them in saliva that soon wets your face. Your hands slide up his shaft to play with the ridge of his big cock head teasing him. “Everyone is always too eager to handle my size… you’re a rare plaything to imagine stimulating me subtly!” He praises.
You release the big testicle dangling in your mouth. “But I do want you to cum… I’ve never seen one of your loads… Will you spunk all over my tits… my stomach? See if you can hit my fuck-toy in the face whilst she eats my cunt?”
“You imaginative slut!” He replies, “You paint a beautiful picture with words… I now want to paint you with my load!” Your fingernails dance on his most sensitive skin, taunting him with a change of sensation as you tongue underneath his balls. A huge ebb of precum bobbles from him to trickle down, lubricating your teasing play. “Fuck that one!” He says to me. “Drive her into Jeanie’s cunt, make her up her tempo to match yours!”
I heed his instructions. Pumping into the welcoming fuck-hole of your sex slave, staring down at her generous labia pulling out and closing in as I draw back and thrust forward. The creamy filling plasters my shaft from her depths.
You gasp as your slave gets to work, shuttling two fingers in and out of you, whilst flickering her tongue on your swollen clit, her grunts from my fuck strokes washing over your merter escort pleasure button.
“That’s it, my princess… I want to feel your moans of ecstasy wash over my balls… make your orgasmic outburst be your encouragement for me to give you a bath worthy of your cum-lust!” The President encourages you to give yourself over to your rising pleasure. His cock looms over your neck and boobs, constantly leaking precum. He scoops your breasts, squeezing them into a high mound, then pushing them to one side or the other for his copious cock drool to paint.
The sight makes my balls tighten. I decide to allow myself an orgasm… after all, I can have this slut as many times as I choose today. Running my thumb through the wetness of other men, I press it into her rosebud. Startled she yelps against your clit. I start thrusting hard and fast, whipping up the sperm lubrication into a white foam. I can’t help but groan at the sight of the frothing juices as I pound for a finish.
“Cummy… fukkin… cunt…” I groan at you as I use The Cleaner’s vaginal muscles to summon my sperm.
As predicted my increase in tempo is mirrored in The Cleaner’s fingers and tongue action on you. She starts shuttling her hand back and forth and attacking your clit as best she can in between grunts from my accelerating ramming. You start to tense up but cling to the task you have taken on.
Desperate to give the President quick release, you grasp his cock just behind the massive head and wank that part in short, speedy strokes. Your hand can’t circle it, so you ensure your thumb stays on the extra-sensitive underside, where cock-head meets, circling in the slippery precum.
“I’m gunna… ugh… fucking cum!” Your sex slave squeals as she strives to maintain her efforts.
“Oh fuck…” I groan as her cunt tightens, her walls going firm, crying out for more hot sperm.
The massive shaft goes extra rigid in your grasp. Gaping your mouth as wide as you can, you capture both the President’s oversized balls between your lips. Your back arches and you snort for breath through your nostrils, your body craving release at the moment the huge shaft in your grasp gives a violent jerk.
“Uuuggghhhh you fucking CUMSLUT!” The President groans. A huge splash of thick cum paints your stomach, mound, and the Cleaner’s forehead and hair. You splutter as the big pair of balls tighten on your tongue and another big burst surges up the cunt-stretching muscle in your hands.
This time his load hits your grasped breasts, seemingly painting them in one torrential blast. You shudder and gush into the mouth of the Cleaner who’s squealing with delight at the sight of hot cum flying.
I can’t help but give her a cuntfull. Ramming extra hard till I’m balls deep, I feel my cock swell and erupt into her depths. I know she can feel it too, screwing her hips back to meet me and moaning into your gushing cunt.
You shake in ecstasy as you are showered in more sperm than you ever imagined one man produce. You expected a spectacular amount, but each gush feels double a normal spurt’s worth.
The coating on your boobs is thick and white and your stomach is streaked heavily. I admire his handiwork through lidded eyes as my own orgasm rages. You stroke him hard with both hands, his cock surging and another big fountain reaching your already full naval.
His jets have hardly abated when you spit on his balls and pull him toward your open mouth. Your urge to drink spunk is too much when you’re this horny. Noticing your need he draws back to make space. Your chin and nose get a hosing before you angle him to your outstretched tongue.
As my orgasm abates, I can’t resist more pleasures, seeing you getting the spunking you love. Pinning the buttocks of the Cleaner down, I start squelching back and forth, using her pussy to keep hard.
Two big spurts and your mouth is overflowing. You gulp down hard to avoid drowning, catching a volley over your lips before you can re-open them.
“Drink his spunk you fucking slut!” I encourage, plunging firmly again into our fuck-toy.
You summon the wherewithal to look towards me and wink cheekily, your lips stretched round the twitching muscle that’s filling your mouth again.
The Cleaner looks up at you, in awe at the cum drenching you’ve received, as the President slips his huge cock head from your mouth. You smirk at me and her, coupling to the sight of you. You open your lips and present your tongue to allow the President’s last jets to escape to join the white sheen covering your boobs and cleavage.
The Cleaner inhales the aroma of the President’s sperm. Her eyes roll in her head, another orgasm welling up in her.
“Cum on his fucking cock!” You şirinevler escort tell her. “Fucking suck him off with your cunt muscles and I’ll let you lick me clean!”
“Cum in her!” You tell me, not knowing that I have once already. “Then I’ll drink you from her!”
I grab her hips and go berserk. Shoving her forward so her face is pressed onto your sperm-streaked stomach. I’m caught between the urge to orgasm and having very recently spurted. You know from experience my situation. You know the horny sight has caused my eagerness, and that’s the key to pushing me to the edge again.
You scoop a cupped hand up your stomach and admire the pool of the President’s hefty offering before spilling it over your face and extended tongue. “So much fucking spunk…” you smirk at me, spilling it back over your own chin.
“Dirty fuckin cumslut,” I egg you on, whilst using our slave’s cunt to wank with. Between us, she’s something to take pleasure in. You pull her sobbing face to your needy hole, urging her to your clit.
“I fukkin love every drop!” You quip back, as you smooth the pool between your boobs over your spilling tits.
The Cleaner summons herself at the sight of you toying with the huge donation. She drags herself forward till she’s spread over you and slobbering over your thickly plastered boobs.
“Grrr!” Unsheathed, I grab her hips and pull her up more.
“Have her arsehole!” You tell me. “Fuck her as hard as you can… don’t stop till you’ve spunked in it… fuck the slave slut!” The President slithers his half-hard snake over your face, smearing you in the ropes of sperm you’re wearing. The long cock dwarfs your features, reaching as far as where the Cleaner is at your chest. She gapes her mouth and dances her tongue, hoping to be honoured by him, even as I smear my own leaking first load from her dripping cunt to cover her rosebud.
Clearly, it’s unusual for even this resident plaything to be allowed this close to the President’s organ. “Mouth,” he simply says as assent. She takes a big breath, laps one big lick at your cleavage, scooping some of his earlier load and slathers it on his cock head. “Good girl.” The President approves of her dirty display. The girl tries to crane her mouth wide to the width of the President’s cock head. It’s not its fullest size, but still daunting. She knows the rules. You don’t have the right to make a move on the President. Only a select few are.
The Cleaner also pauses as she can feel me behind her. One freshly cum smeared cock may be ready for oral attention, but more immediate is my cockhead, slick with our last fuck, pushing against her sphincter. She whimpers, looking up at the President. This chance for intimacy with his lordship, to impress him, may not come again – irrespective of what else goes on.
“Make her cum, Jeanie,” the President says with a chuckle as you nuzzle his plumb-sized balls. “I want her to feel her cumming with me in her mouth!” Urgently you reach beneath her, finding where my balls slap her dripping cunt. Sliding over her furrow you explore where her sphincter is stretching round the root of my cock, before slipping down to slither into her vacant hole and begin to massage her G Spot deftly.
“Oooh, you’re soaking with my man’s spunk…” you breathe in her ear as the President gives gentle, short bucking thrusts into her overfull mouth, just getting her used to the biggest cock head you’ve known. You feel a trickle from her spread pussy, slipping down your fingers into your palm. Her leaking hole tightens and releases as my shaft sinks in and out of her adjacent arse.
You press your fingers against her G Spot, feeling my cock plunge and retreat over and over, through the membrane that separates us.
“Mmm, you desperately want to please, don’t you?” The President moans. Looking up you see she’s screwed her mouth onto his generous organ, her nostrils flaring as she tries to breathe. The lump of his cock head is lodged in her throat. A pang of jealousy hits you, as you realise she’s become the fuck-doll, not the servant to a fuck-doll.
Dammit… you decide to take charge.
You wriggle from below her, kneeling beside her in all your cum drenched glory. The President’s eyes find you as he grasps her head and makes shallow thrusts into her throat. You cock him a flirtatious look and run your hands up from your thighs to over your boobs. With two palms full of his freshly spurted load, you reach underneath in two directions… your fingers tickle over two sets of balls, mine and the President’s. Pausing for effect when we both notice your ploy, you purr in a low murmur… “you need a proper cumslut to cum in… both of you… spunk in a Princess…” your hands close on topkapı escort our swinging plums, plastering both in the President’s first load.
The effect is immediate. “Aww, you fucking dirty….” I pull out of the Cleaner and pounce on you. Jamming my cock in your pussy I tense and my cock starts to twitch. Your grin of success melts into immediate heightening pleasure.
“Oh fuck… cum in me… fucking cum… I’m gunna…. uuuughh!” You shudder as my first jet gushes. We grunt like animals, looking Into each other’s eyes as the sperm I make for you is pumped into the place it belongs most. Your body is in sync with mine, and you always experience tremors of your own.
“That’s it… make her creamy for me,” the President enthuses. “Then I’ll do the same!” Stroking his own bulky truncheon, he admires the trickle of my plentiful eruption spilling from you to flow into your arse crease as I make short strokes against the soft nodule of your g spot. The Cleaner has already taken to tonguing the President’s balls whilst he watches.
“Cummin…. fuck… spunk… uuugh,” you groan out as you feel my hard jets baste your cervix. You feel the wash of each spurt.
“You beautiful slut,” I gasp as my spasms begin to ebb.
“Your slut… a princess of sluts” you pant, circling your hips on me.
“Lend me your slut’s cum-hole, then,” the President says with a chuckle as the Cleaner fists his organ two-handed.
“Oh, no you don’t!” The Queen arrives. She too is dressed. Clearly, they were both due to head off the hotel complex before you distracted her husband. “You’re meant to be saving your sperm for later!”
The President shrugs sheepishly and starts pulling on his trousers. You keep quiet about the fact that your glistening body is covered in his massive load. You smile up at her as the Cleaner slobbers over my twitching organ, eyeing the big drool of sperm begging to seep out.
“Busy morning Princess?” The Queen cocks an eye at you. You pull your own nipples, knowing her husband’s sperm is the cause of their slippery state.
“You know me… I can’t help it if I’m the biggest cumslut here,” you cheekily answer. “Men can’t help themselves either, it seems.”
“Well, since you have your day planned, you won’t be interested in going on an excursion, then,” she throws back. “Since you’re such a good fuck, you don’t need to learn the ancient wisdom of the lost temple.”
“I’ll go!” The Cleaner offers to take your place. Her eagerness causes her to pause from lapping at my balls.
“Slave…. get on with licking my fucked cunt!” You’re gloating that you hold her in your power. The Cleaner crawls over and her tongue is soon sweeping up your open tunnel. “Where are you going?” You ask.
“Up into the hills, through the jungle. You know there’s a reason why this place is located here. They provide us with the potions, and there’s an energy about this place… well their temple is there. They have a monastery dedicated to the finer arts of carnal pleasure. Now you’re in the upper echelon of our society, you need to begin training!”
“Will there be cock?” You chime.
“Yes… you will be tested… vetted… trained and enhanced. You’ll come back better at embellishing your own orgasms, triggering more heightened orgasms in others”
“I want my lover there… I want my cleaner!”
“Oh, you’ll need them both…” The Queen quips. “You’ll definitely need cleaning… and whilst you’re getting your advanced education, it will be useful to try them out on a lover you know the usual reactions of.”
“This will make me a better fuck?” You look quizzical, “or just a greedier, hungrier slut?”
“You wanna be able to command when a guy cums? I mean, trigger his orgasm at will?”
“I fukkin luv spunk,” you cast back.
“Well, it’s guaranteed you can get an extra spurt or three out of any guy.”
“Yes,” you purr, as you hold your own pussy lips apart for the Cleaner to delve deeper into you.
“You wanna be so in tune with yourself, you can flick a mental switch and unleash your own orgasms when you wanna lose control?”
“I cum readily and often as it is!” You start to shudder, tits wobbling. “Fuk… Slave… use my cunt harder!”
“See, you wouldn’t have to beg for increased stimulation, like now…”
The Cleaner comes up to breathe, her fingers a blur on your clit, driving you toward orgasm. Smirking, she flaunts a pool of collected combined cum from your depths. Winking at me, she looks down and dribbles the lot onto your mound, making her clit strumming suddenly very sloppy.
“Ooh fuck!” You look her in the eyes as she makes you cum.
“The very smell of an aroused person, male or female, will turn you on,” the Queen explains, after pausing for your biggest spasms to subside.
“It does…” you gasp, as the Cleaner goes after your leaking hole, literally bathing her face in your spread opening.
“You’ll learn…” The Queen affirms, knowingly. “Get something to wear, we’ll leave in 10 minutes…”
TO BE CONTINUED