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Perversions in the Penthouse

Carolyn couldn't sleep. Restless in her queen-sized bed, she glanced at the digital alarm clock. The numbers cast a faint green illumination in the still blackness. 2:37 a.m. Damn. She needed her sleep -- and her energy. But it was proving difficult. Tomorrow was the day. Now only hours away. The exhilaration coursed through her body again and her nipples began to harden. She desperately wanted to touch herself, but had made a promise not to masturbate in the final days. Jesus, it was tough though. Still, having made it this far she wasn't about to submit to temptation now.

She turned softly on her side, facing the pillow where her boyfriend's head would normally be resting. But not tonight. He was currently in Boston, half-way through a week-long business trip. All part of the plan she wickedly thought to herself. And as thoughts drifted to far-away cities and past travels, sleep began slowly tapping on her door until it gently let itself in.

As the morning alarm clicked into action, the bedroom suddenly came alive to the sounds of Kings Of Leon's 'Sex On Fire'. It took Carolyn a few moments to register the gravity of the day before the realisation kicked in. Her heart skipped a few beats and that wonderful wave of excitement and nausea came crashing down over her. As the unrelenting Miami sunshine shot splinters of piercing light into the previously pitch black bedroom, Carolyn knew she was going to experience something that evening she'd fantasised about for years. Her deepest, darkest, kinkiest desires played out for real. Her breathing sharpened again. Focus. There was still another 12 hours to get through.

The morning and early afternoon consisted of simple chores to keep her mind occupied. A few groceries, a spot of cleaning here and there and a walk along the beach. It was another beautiful day and the ocean shimmered with possibility. Later in the afternoon she took her usual spot by the communal pool to top up her tan. It was quiet. Most of the residents were at work or shopping. She wasn't going to complain. It minimised the opportunity for banal and wearisome conversations about the weather with her neighbours.

As late afternoon became early evening, Carolyn began her preparations in earnest. She took a long, hot shower in her ensuite bathroom. After showering, she dried herself and slipped into her black lace panties and matching plunge bra. She caught a glimpse of herself in their full length mirror adorning the far wall. Her slim figure, curved in the right places, was pleasing to her eye.

Carolyn cast her mind back to the moment seven months ago when she first laid eyes on Jon in the smoky haze of a downtown bar. Most of the patrons were your typical rich, vacuous and dull 'beautiful' people. But Jon stood out as someone different. His self-assurance, intelligence and charm were disarming, but he listened too. Actually listened instead of pretending to listen. Combined with his good looks, Jon was someone she felt attracted to and comfortable with. There was something else too. At the time she couldn't put her finger on it, but in time she realised what it was. And it stirred her deep inside.

7 p.m. Carolyn took a final look in the full-length mirror. She had chosen a tight fitting pair of light blue jeans, a simple white blouse and knee high brown leather boots with a four inch heel. Her makeup had been applied meticulously, including mascara and blusher, and her brown-blonde hair was tied back into a small ponytail. Yes, she was very pleased with her 'girl next door' look for this evening. Very fuckable she thought mischievously.

They'd arranged to meet at 7:30 p.m. in the dimly lit cocktail bar of The Four Seasons Hotel. She spotted Jon immediately, giving him a small wave. Her heels clicked loudly on the hardwood surface as she made her way across the bar to the intimate booth where he sat. They smiled and double-kissed each other. Jon ordered Carolyn a glass of house red wine. They'd agreed to limit themselves to one drink, maybe two. No-one wanted to ruin such a well-planned evening by getting drunk. They made casual chit chat for around half an hour as a few more hotel guests planted themselves around the bar.

"What time did you say he'll get here?" Carolyn enquired.

"He should be here anytime now," replied Jon.

"In fact, that's him now." Jon stood up and waved the man over to their table. Carolyn glanced behind her to assess their new companion. Wow, Jon wasn't lying she thought instantly. Broad shouldered, thick dark hair, well over six feet, tanned complexion and bottle green eyes. He was every bit as good-looking as Jon had promised.

"Reece, I'd like to introduce you to Carolyn," beamed Jon.

"A pleasure Carolyn," came the gentlemanly reply. They double-kissed each other and sat down, Reece ordering a Heineken.

The three of them exchanged another 15 minutes of small talk before Jon leaned closer to Carolyn and nodded towards Reece.

"So Carolyn, are you happy with both sets of goods?"

Carolyn blushed a little before finding her voice, "Yes, I do believe I am."

"Very pleased to hear it, although there's still time to change your mind. We'd understand if you wanted to back out."

"No. This is what I want and I'm ready," she said confidently.

"Excellent. We'd hate to see all our good work go to waste." Jon exchanged smiles firstly with Reece and then Carolyn.

Jon's self-assurance and confidence was now in full swing. He was a little taller and a little slimmer than Reece. His clean-shaven, handsome and high cheekbone face always caused female heads to turn. He was always dressed flawlessly too -- very smart and polished, matching his personality. As Carolyn sipped and savoured the final drops of her glass of red wine, Jon slid a hotel card key across the table to her. He began talking, his voice authoritative and measured.

"It's the penthouse suite on the 44th floor. Once you enter the room, you'll find three envelopes on the bed, numbered 1 to 3. Go to them immediately, open them in order and read the instructions carefully. Do nothing else. As soon as you leave the table, our evening will begin."

With that, Jon relaxed back into his seat, took another sip of his drink and looked directly ahead. Reece remained equally impassive and relaxed.

Carolyn picked up the card key and slipped it into her bag. She excused herself from the table, gave them both a little smile and took the elevator to the 44th floor. Her heart was beating fast as the reality of what she was doing kicked in. What was waiting upstairs? What was going to be in the envelopes? Would she be able to handle all those things they had spent months discussing and fantasising about? As all these overwhelming thoughts flooded her brain, the lift door chimed open on the 44th floor.

The door to the penthouse suite swung open as Carolyn swiped the card. She stepped inside to take in her surroundings. The first thing to hit her was the sensual aroma of vanilla caramel from the scented candles dotted around the enormous room. The overlapping velvet curtains were drawn over the floor-to-ceiling windows. Soft ambient lighting created an intimate and private setting, heightened by the candles.

Carolyn stepped into the centre of the room. It was modern, stylish and minimalist, with a huge bed as the centrepiece and little else in the way of furniture, aside from a vast built-in mirrored wardrobe opposite the bed and a brown leather armchair. The room was made to look even larger by the presence of three giant wall mirrors. The bed linen was sheer black silk, which contrasted with the thick red luxurious carpet. Oh yes, these boys have done their homework she thought giddily. The room practically screamed sexual depravity.

Carolyn's eyes were soon drawn to the three white envelopes innocently propped on one of the black silk pillows on the bed. She walked over, sat on the side of the bed and picked them up. They were all sealed and numbered 1 to 3 as Jon had said. With a deep breath and quickening pulse, she tore open envelope 1 and pulled out the note. It read in simple black typed lettering:

- Go into the bathroom and undress completely.

- Leave all your clothes and possessions in the bathroom.

- Once you are undressed, re-enter the bedroom and open the wardrobe opposite the bed.

- Take out all the items in the wardrobe and place them on the bed. Put them on. Make sure you put on all the items.

- Do not open the second envelope until you are wearing all the items.

"Jesus! How fucking hot is that!" she said to an empty room. She had a burning desire to rip open the second and third envelopes there and then but felt compelled to follow Jon's methodical instructions.

With the scent of vanilla caramel continuing to pervade the room, she entered the bathroom and followed the instructions. First she unbuttoned her blouse, placing it carefully on one of the green tiled shelves. Sitting on the toilet she then pulled off her boots and socks before slipping off her jeans. She'd been for a pedicure the day before and her pretty toes looked immaculate, coated in pink toenail polish. The bra was next, exposing her 30F breasts and hardening nipples. Finally she slid her black panties down, revealing her recently trimmed pussy. She eyed her knee high boots now lying discarded by the side of the bath. How she loved to fuck like a wildcat in nothing but those boots. She hoped she'd have some kinky footwear lurking in that wardrobe. Knowing Jon, she guessed she wouldn't be disappointed.

The anticipation levels moved up another notch as she emerged naked from the bathroom and made her way over to the wardrobe. The thick, luxurious carpet felt great on her bare feet. She scrunched her toes, enjoying the sensation. But her mind was racing. She was physically shaking imagining what was waiting for her in the wardrobe. Knowing she had to wear whatever lay inside. She slid open the heavy wardrobe door.

"Oh my god!"

Carolyn's eyes quickly scanned what limited 'clothing' there was. She found the following neatly arranged:

- A shiny black crotchless PVC outfit with built-in garter straps and a low cut neckline

- Black fishnet suspender stockings

- A pair of black stiletto open-toe 'stripper' heels, with a 1.75 inch platform and a 6 inch heel

- Three black leather collars - one large and two small. There was a small note underneath, which simply read: "Large -- neck. Small -- wrist"

That was it. No underwear. Why didn't that surprise her! She carefully removed all the items and placed them neatly on the bed like she was packing for a summer holiday. She lifted up the PVC outfit and held it out in front of her. She loved the feel of the PVC but it looked ridiculously small. There was no way she was going to squeeze into it she thought. But she was wrong. As she grappled with it, the outfit stretched comfortably around her. The PVC felt fantastic against her cool, clear skin, hugging her desirable body. As she lifted the thick straps over her shoulders, Carolyn noticed the low cut neckline was completely cupless. With the neckline tucking in just underneath her breasts, her exposed bust was given an even bigger boost. She loved her tits and they now looked incredible in the PVC outfit.

Sitting on the edge of the bed she then peeled on the fishnet stockings and stepped into the slutty stripper shoes, fastening the ankle strap. She loved how slutty she looked in the heels, her toes poking through. After attaching the stockings to the garter straps, she stood up and faced herself in the wardrobe mirror. She'd never looked so slutty and filthy. Her exposed pussy as a result of the crotchless outfit simply added to her heightened sexual excitement. She'd never felt so exposed. It was exhilarating.

She saw the neck and wrist collars still lying neatly on the bed and picked them up. Both were easy to attach and comfortable. All three collars had small silver rings attached. She'd never worn such things before. It was all a new experience. Now that the initial shock of the outfit had passed, she took a longer, more sexually gratifying look in the mirror. Instinctively, Carolyn placed her hands on her hips, pouted and blew a horny kiss at the mirror. She giggled. The slut in her was starting to take over. Then she opened the second envelope:

THE RULES.

1. You will address us as Sir or Master only

2. We will call you whatever we desire. You are only here to serve and pleasure us.

3. You will do exactly what we say. Failure to comply will result in punishment. Pleasing us will bring rewards.

4. Now open the final envelope

Carolyn was now feeling sexual arousal like never before. This went beyond foreplay. This was something else completely, an arousal of both the mind and the body, an attack on her limits and capabilities. This hidden, forbidden and illicit world was now being slowly unveiled to her. And she was ready to embrace it. Taking a deep breath, she opened the third and final envelope:

- You are now ready to serve us slave.

- You are dressed as we demanded.

- Go into the bathroom and retrieve your mobile phone. Bring it into the bedroom and text the following message to Master Jon's phone: 'Master, your fuck slave is ready. Please degrade and defile me.'

- Once you have sent the text message, get down on your hands and knees in the front of the bed and await our arrival.

- SEND THE TEXT MESSAGE NOW

She swallowed hard and re-read the simple, clear instructions. She'd only been alone in the room for twenty minutes but felt fully under the control of her two masters. She had subconsciously submitted to them. She felt giddy and everything at once felt surreal. Composing herself, she collected her phone and typed the explicit text message letter for letter. Lingering over the 'send' button she took a final glance at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath. Her mind was focused and she calmly said to herself, yes, this is what I want. No, not want. Need. She hit 'send' and assumed her submissive position on the floor. Then she waited.

An eternity seemed to pass before Carolyn heard the door to the penthouse open. She remained in the instructed position -- on her hands and knees dressed in her kinky outfit. She kept her head down as Reece and Jon walked in and quietly closed the door behind them. Jon walked over to Carolyn and hovered above her. She could see his smart, polished Italian shoes in front of her, her distorted face reflected in them.

"On your feet slut," he commanded suddenly.

That shook her. She'd never been called a slut to her face by someone before. She felt small and embarrassed. Trying to compose herself, Carolyn tentatively picked herself up and stood facing Jon, almost at eye level in her six inch heels. As she looked deeply into his piercing blue eyes, she felt under his total control. He was now in charge. Of that there was no doubt. The detailed instructions, the carefully chosen clothes, the sexual eroticism of the room, the degrading text message and the immediate insult to her face. It had all been painstakingly constructed to lead her into this subconscious, submissive state. The state she'd fantasised about for years. The state Jon promised he could create for her in reality. Well, now she was experiencing what it felt like to be truly dominated. She was ready to give her body and mind to serve these men, these masters - whatever their wants and needs.

Still silently facing each other, Jon reached into his navy suit jacket pocket and removed a black and silver lead. It was similar in length to a dog lead -- and would serve a similar purpose. He attached the lead to the collar around Carolyn's neck and led her over to a large space at the far side of the room. Carolyn was forced to follow, the chain pulling at her neck. Standing in the spot Jon led her to, he lifted her hands above her head and looped a chain hanging from the ceiling through the two wrist collars so her hands were now immobilised. She couldn't believe she hadn't spotted the ceiling chain. Had it always been there? Just when she thought that was the big surprise, Jon slipped a soft black blindfold over her eyes.

"I like to keep my slaves in the dark in more ways than one. Our slut this evening is certainly in very fine shape. And look at what she's wearing for us. No underwear either. What a nasty little whore. Are you ready to serve and please us slave?" Jon's voice was dark, measured and controlling.

"ANSWER ME!" Jon barked as he grabbed one of Carolyn's nipples and twisted it violently.

Carolyn yelped out in pain.

"Y...YES MASTER," she spluttered.

"That's better. Like it said in the envelope, you will be rewarded for good behaviour and punished if you don't do as we say. Do you understand slave?"

"Yes sir," replied Carolyn, quickly learning the master/slave relationship.

"Good. Your subservience has earned your first reward."

Jon reached a different jacket pocket and pulled out two silver nipple clamps. He attached them to her erect nipples without any warning. The sharp, intense and unexpected pain shot through Carolyn's body. She let out an involuntary cry but then quickly clenched her teeth and grimaced. The pain remained, but to her surprise she also felt pleasure. Somehow the exquisite pain was acting as a pleasure spur, alternating violently. With the nipple clamps firmly in place, Jon started to trace his finger lightly over her body. She began to whimper as his finger explored different parts of her body.

"Stay quiet!" he demanded.

His soft touch felt amazing in the darkness. He lingered over the PVC coating her body, enjoying the tight pressing of the material against her naked flesh. He moved his finger over her fishnet stockings and inched closer to her exposed pussy. He gently began rubbing her clit and Carolyn could no nothing except let out a muffled groan.

"I told you to stay quiet slave. A simple task you've failed miserably at. And for that, you will now be punished."

Jon stepped back and went to one of the drawers by the side of the bed. He pulled out a black medium-size black butt plug and large bottle of anal lubricant. He coated the butt plug liberally and stood behind Carolyn.

"As punishment for failing to obey my simple request to stay silent, you will be forced to wear something for our amusement. Now lean forward."

Carolyn had no idea what she would be forced to 'wear' but daren't disobey her master for fear of further repercussions. With her arms still chained above her head, she placed her feet further back and arched forward. She bucked forward as the cold lubricant tickled her anus, quickly followed by the rubber butt plug. She bit her bottom lip and flexed her thigh muscles during the first painful few inches.

Jon carefully worked the 5-inch butt plug into Carolyn's asshole until the final inch was sucked in, leaving the tapered end holding it in place. A pleasant, relaxing flush flowed through her body. She loved the sensation and felt so dirty. Carolyn squeezed her sphincter muscles around her new companion and again enjoyed the fuzzy feelings it gave her. On the few occasions she had worn a butt plug, she always found they intensified foreplay and sex.

"Well done slut. You've taken the whole butt plug. That'll keep you nice and loose for when your two masters sodomise you later. That's if you've been good of course."

As Carolyn enjoyed the dual pleasure/pain of the nipple clamps and butt plug, Jon went back over to the bedside drawer and took out the next contraption -- a black leather flogger. He examined it in the mirror. Yes, his slut would certainly enjoy this.

The handle and attached straps looked menacing as he gripped it firmly in his right hand, the thin leather straps limply dangling downwards. Blindfold still in place, Carolyn's pleasure/pain sensations caused by the nipple clamps and butt plug took on another dimension as the first lashing from the flogger landed across her stomach. She flinched back in pain. The next lashing came hard against her tits. Again she flinched, pulling harshly on the chains above her head, hurting her wrists. She wanted to scream out. The lashings were intense and shocking, but like the nipple clamps, they also brought exquisite pleasure. And not knowing where or when they would strike built an incredible sense of anticipation.
Jon flogged Carolyn all over her body -- her chest, back, legs, ass and even her pussy, which was agonising. The lashings left temporary red marks but nothing permanent. The pleasure/pain combination almost took her over the edge to her first orgasm. She'd never experienced anything like this before. It was mind-blowing -- the feeling of utter helplessness, pain and degradation.

Carolyn's head was still spinning as Jon removed the blindfold and released her arms from the chain above her head. The blood rushed back into her arms. As she took in her new found gift of sight, she yelped as Jon released her left nipple clamp, swiftly followed by the right. The pain seared through her body as her swollen nipples were released from their metallic captors. He left the butt plug in place.

"Well slut, you took your flogging like a true slave. You will be rewarded for that. I'm going to allow you to pleasure your other master who has been watching you very patiently from the other side of the room. Are you ready to serve, worship and pleasure him?"

In the staggering experience of the pain and the lashings, Carolyn had clean forgotten about Reece. Jon had been running the whole show and Reece hadn't said a word or performed a thing. Up until now, he had been a silent partner in every sense of the word. However, as she glanced over to the far side of the room where Reece was sitting in the leather armchair, she guessed that was about to change. He was completely naked. For a bizarre moment, she wondered where his clothes were -- there was no sign of them in the room.

Reece was stony-faced and sitting provocatively. His thick, veiny and erect cock was impossible to miss. An impressive 6 inches Carolyn reckoned. And his well-muscled and defined body seemed to be lightly oiled. Lust filled her.

"Yes sir, I'm ready," she eventually replied. The desire couldn't be hidden in her reply.

Once again, Jon led her by the neck chain to the other side of the room and stopped short a couple of feet in front of Reece.

"A true slave must worship and devour every aspect of their master," Jon instructed in that measured, controlling voice. Reece stood up, turned round and bent down over the armchair.

"Get down on your knees. You master requires to be rimmed," said Jon.

Another shock to the system. Rimming a man! Oh god! It was so forbidden, degrading and humiliating. She didn't know if she could do this, yet she did as she was told and got down on her hands and knees, her butt plug still firmly in place.

Jon pulled the chain and yanked Carolyn forwards on her hands and knees. She was now just inches from Reece's supple, oiled and tanned behind. Fuck it she thought. She put her hands up to spread Reece's buttocks before gently slipping her tongue into his warm arsehole. To her surprise, she rather enjoyed his musty taste and aroma. Warming to the task, she took her time and built up slowly. She circled her tongue around his hole, squeezing his cheeks with her nails. Greasing his arsehole with her saliva, her tongue then began to drill deeper into Reece's anus until she was giving him a serious anal tongue-fucking. Carolyn reached down and grabbed his balls as the same time, gripping and twisting them sharply. Reece let him out a deep, manly groan. She was so horny and it was a real challenge not to start fingering herself at the same time.

Keeping her eyes on Jon as she continued to rim Reece, she watched as he skilfully removed his jacket, black shirt, shoes, socks and jeans. His white Calvin Klein boxer briefs bulged impressively as he in turn watched his slave give an almighty rimjob.

Suddenly, without warning, Jon marched over to Carolyn, pulled her head back roughly, slapped her face, yanked down his boxer briefs and stuffed his cock in her mouth. Carolyn gagged as his long, solid prick was forced into her mouth. The sudden change in tempo and activity was truly shocking. But she soon got into a steady cock-sucking rhythm and was amazed how much she could take. She could taste the salty pre-cum as she sucked and caressed his throbbing dick. As Jon pulled out of her mouth, Reece stepped forward, thrusting his strapping cock in front of her face. For the second time in a few minutes, Carolyn found herself giving another filthy blowjob.

Reece was even rougher than Jon, grabbing the back of her head and face-fucking her wildly. Carolyn took his cock with glee, savouring more delicious pre-cum as he pummelled her mouth and throat. Still on her knees, Jon moved back in so Carolyn had to alternatively suck her two masters' rock-hard cocks. She caught their reflection in the mirror. It looked like a scene from a hardcore European porn movie. She sucked them both even harder.

Just before both men below their loads into Carolyn's mouth, they pulled their swollen dicks away from her and told her to crawl onto the bed. She was disappointed and desperately wanted a big cum deposit in her mouth. But again, she did as she was told. They joined her on the bed and manipulated her into the next position. Jon rolled her onto her front, took her arms and attached the wrist collars to the metal bed pillars on the headboard. She was facing the pillars and told to get up on her knees, her ass and butt plug now wonderfully elevated and exposed.

"Let's see what this cock whore tastes like. Are you ready to have your pussy eaten slave?" Jon questioned.

"Yes master, please eat and enjoy my pussy," pleaded Carolyn, still smarting from being denied their cum just a few moments ago.

Jon knelt down behind her, eyeing her dripping slit, savouring her smell. He began with long, slow strokes, his tongue greedily enjoying her free-flowing juices, and then more intense exploration as he worked his tongue smoothly up and down over her clit.

"Oh Jesus," stammered Carolyn, as she felt her first orgasm of the evening begin to build.

As Jon continued to devour her sopping pussy, Carolyn exploded into a gushing orgasm with a rising, guttural moan.

"OOOHHHHHH, FUCKKKKKKK"

She pulled intensely at the wrist collars and rammed her cunt further into Jon's face as she came hard and loud. The orgasm lasted a good 10-15 seconds. She lost herself completely as the intense pleasure washed over her entire body, leaving her tingling, flushed and breathless. She'd never come like that from oral sex before. It was fucking mesmeric. She wanted and craved more.

"I think you've had more than enough pleasure from that butt plug slave," said Reece suddenly, crawling closer to Carolyn as Jon moved aside. There was going to be no let up.

Reece slid the sex toy out of Carolyn's stretched anus, taking his time so she could enjoy the sensations. As she braced herself for further forbidden pleasure, Reece began kissing and lightly biting her luscious ass, gripping and pulling the PVC, which had ridden up to the small of her back. He then started circling her lubricated arsehole with the tip of his tongue. Again, Carolyn moaned instinctively and bucked against the wrist collars. Reece's wet, warm tongue felt spectacular in her most private of holes. He was gentle and intimate, taking his time to explore and stimulate. As Carolyn once again found herself in blissful ecstasy, Reece began forcing his tongue deeper and deeper into her anus. Before long, he was tongue-fucking her just like Carolyn had done to him. He was keen to return the pleasure.

"I hope you're enjoying such a masterful rimming?" observed Jon from the side of the bed.

"Oh yes master...it's amazing," breathed Carolyn.

"Let's see how two tongues feel."

Jon reached down and uncuffed her wrists from the bed pillars. Her plentiful juices had already smeared the beautiful silk bed sheets, much to Jon and Reece's delight. They told Carolyn to stand next to the bed, with Jon crouched behind her and Reece on his knees to her front. With pristine timing, Carolyn felt the incredible sensation of two tongues enter her pussy and arsehole.

"OH MY GOD!" she gasped, struggling to stay standing, especially in her slutty six inch heels.

She gripped Reece's head and reached round to grab Jon's too, pulling them even closer to her. As both men feasted greedily - their tongues working in sexual unison - Carolyn quickly screamed herself to her second orgasm. It was even more powerful than the first.

"OOOHHHHHHHH AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

The attention to both her holes was overwhelming. She was practically gushing from the experience. Her nipples had never been so hard. She wasn't sure she could take much more and she hadn't even been fucked yet.

Sensing Carolyn's need for a few minutes to recover, Jon led her back to the bed and tied her arms to the bed pillars, making her lie on her back this time. He also placed the blindfold back on. She found herself in darkness once more, her breathing quick and shallow.

"You've been a very receptive slave so far. I hope you'll be just as accommodating when we fuck you," announced Jon calmly from above.

Another pang of exhilaration pulsed through Carolyn's body on hearing those scintillating words. And then it went quiet.

Her mind was a whirl. She never thought it would be as incredible as this. Giving herself completely to these two men -- one a complete stranger and the other, well, a man she'd met only met six months ago. Allowing herself to be dominated, to play the role of a submissive. Being forced to perform degrading acts in fetish clothing she'd never have the nerve to wear before. But she'd never felt so turned-on and alive before. The whole experience was almost dreamlike and heavenly. This was another world -- a different universe to the humdrum of her normal day to day life. A dark, exotic, forbidden, dangerous and thrilling world. And the evening wasn't over yet. The thought of being fucked by two men at the same now consumed her. God, how she'd longed for this. She thought about her boyfriend. What the hell would he think if he knew about this?

From darkness came light as Jon removed the blindfold and unhooked her from the bed pillars for the second time that evening. And then another surprise. He leaned in and kissed her tenderly on the lips. This developed into deep, sensual kissing, tasting each other and sucking each other's tongues. Jon slipped off her PVC outfit, then unhooked and removed her garter belt from the suspenders, so she was now naked except for the fishnets and heels. He made her lie back on her side. As she did, he moved beside her and lifted up her left leg. Carolyn felt his cock brush against her engorged pussy before he easily slid in his full 7 inches. His cock wasn't as thick as Reece's but it certainly had length. Another groan. Another moan. He held his cock inside for a few moments before whispering in her ear.

"You're a nasty little cock whore slave. You're now going to be fucked raw by your two masters. We'll fuck both your holes and then decide if you're worthy enough to take our cum in your mouth. Do you think you're a nasty enough cock slave?"

"Oh God please, yes, yes... I'm a fucking nasty little cock whore. I want to be fucked rough and hard by my masters. Please....FUCK ME!"

Jon and Reece both gave a smile to each other as they listened to the shocking words come out of Carolyn's mouth. Jon began fucking her, pinching her nipples at the same time. He pounded her cunt hard, his long, stiff cock quickly coated in her juices. Carolyn held her head back and closed her eyes as Jon's dick drilled in and out of her pussy, his balls slapping against her ass. This was hard, raw fucking and their grunts and moans filled the room.

They switched positions. Carolyn was instructed to get on her hands and knees in the doggy position. Jon moved in front of Carolyn as Reece moved in behind her. She grabbed Jon's cock and started sucking him hard, tasting herself. She was penetrated again, as Reece started fucking her from behind. Again like Jon, he was rough and hard. The slapping of naked flesh now filled the room, together with the messy, slurping sounds of Carolyn deep-throating Jon. She was now animal-like, no longer a human being, feasting on Jon's cock while being fucked deep and hard.

"That's it you nasty slut. Take his cock while I fuck your cunt!" hissed Reece.

They remained in this position for several minutes, the men fucking her mouth and pussy with all they had. Carolyn almost blacked out a couple of times with the intensity. But neither man was ready to cum yet. They withdrew their cocks from their respective holes, both thickly coated in her fluids. They positioned her on her side and took up position either side. Carolyn knew what was coming and prepared herself. She felt Jon enter her pussy first as Reece lubed up his cock further. She gasped as her anus was penetrated for a third time. Reece slowly eased himself in, the lubrication and her aroused state allowing him to insert his entire cock in her anus.

"OH FUCKKKKK!" was all Carolyn could muster as Jon and Reece rhythm-fucked both her holes. She'd never felt so full or fulfilled. Her whole body was electrified, every thrust magnifying the pleasure. She was in absolute ecstatic heaven. Jon and Reece grunted and fucked Carolyn hard and fast, plunging their cocks in and out of her with brute force. The room was now a sea of moans, grunts and thrusts.

"You just love being fucked in the pussy and ass," exclaimed Jon, more a statement of truth than a question.

Taking a few moments respite from the intense fuck-fest, they swapped positions with Jon now getting to enjoy fucking her ass, but not before she was made to suck her ass juices off Reece's meaty cock. Carolyn felt so fucking filthy. Her anal juices tasted musty as she blew him, her head bobbing up and down like an industrial warehouse machine. Then the hard double-fucking continued and she knew she couldn't take much more of this. It was brutal, animalistic sex and she was close to cumming for the third time of the evening. As her masters pounded her two holes, Carolyn gave out a long, raspy, throaty moan as she came over both their cocks:

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Her whole body convulsed and shuddered again as the orgasm consumed her body and mind completely. On cue, Jon and Reece withdrew and grabbed her defiled body. They threw her to the floor and started jacking their cocks furiously over her face.

"Open your mouth cum slut!" demanded Jon

Carolyn, on her knees, opened her mouth as wide as possible, looking directly into their eyes. Reece was first to blow his load, shooting a huge blast of warm, salty cum over her face, crying out loudly. Most of Reece's cum streaked across her face. Some went in her mouth and she tried to coax any stray cum with her tongue while still keeping her eyes on Jon. He followed some 30 seconds later with an even bigger load, again spraying his cum all over her face. She saw some also landed on her tits and fishnet stockings. He let out a huge moan, his eyes shut tightly and breathing constricted.

With two huge cum loads all over her face, tits and stockings, Carolyn began fingering the cum into her mouth, holding out her tongue to show both her masters, before swallowing the huge load in one go. She savoured and devoured the taste. As Jon and Reece began to go limp, she did as a good slave would do and started gently licking the remains of cum from their drooping cocks.

When she finished she licked her lips and said sweetly:

"Thank you masters for letting me swallow your delicious cum. I hope I was a good enough slave for your perversions this evening."

Reece and Jon smiled as the session they'd meticulously planned came to an earth-shattering end. They held out their hand to help Carolyn up and all three of them collapsed onto the bed in a warm and exhausted embrace. The sexual and psychological contentment in the room was palpable as they enjoyed their post-orgasmic state. Nobody needed to say anything. It had been an incredible, spine-tingling and breathtaking evening.

As Carolyn's pulse began to slow and her thoughts began to take shape again, she closed her heavy eyelids and felt the irresistible pangs of sleep grip her ravaged body and mind. But before she gave in, Carolyn allowed herself a wicked and excited little smile. Because next time the roles were going to be reversed. Being a submissive wasn't her only fantasy. She pondered what despicable acts she and her sexy girlfriend Sara would bestow upon poor Jon in a few weeks.

Well, she had a few good ideas.

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Feb 4, 2018 in bdsm

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