Kindly written by Gig
(a former cyber master and thoughtful man)
Part 2 Emily's Dinner Surprise
On very shaky legs, Emily walked out Patrick's suite and down the corridor. She was glad of his old-fashioned courtesy in giving her his arm it made her walking less wobbly. The balls inside her were really creating a storm in her womb, she felt she was about to orgasm but the final wave to send her over, never came. She knew her face was flushed but as they came to halt near the lift, she saw her reflection in the mirror. It made her gasp. Usually she could wear the usual mask everybody wears in public - you know - expressionless with a slight meaningless smile, or a slight frown to warn strangers not to mess with you. The picture that met her eyes showed an altogether different picture - it showed a woman with a very red face, flared nostrils, full pouting lips, slightly parted and eyes glazed over; even her neck and the top of her chest where it showed were red. She had seen that kind of look before, on the face of every woman to whom she had given an orgasm.
Patrick watched her watching herself. "Try not to think about it" he smiled at her. "Easy for you to say" She retorted. He laughed.
The lift arrived and opened, a couple got out. The man just walked by but the woman glanced at Emily and then quickly looked back and caught Emily's eyes. The woman smiled then and Emily knew what the stranger was thinking. It made her hotter yet, knowing someone else knew. They got into the lift and Patrick pressed the button for the basement. This surprised Emily, on her way in she had clearly seen the Dinning Room across the hall from the reception desk where she had asked for Patrick. "Perhaps it has two dinning rooms" she thought.
As the lift descended, she felt the balls lurch inside her, a low moan escaped her and she thought she would faint. She held on to his arm tighter. "You will get used to it" he said. As the lift came to a rest again the turmoil inside drove her nearly crazy. She knew she was wet and could feel the leather thong becoming wetter.
When the doors opened she saw a small hallway with a big pair of beautifully carved oak doors, guarded by the largest black man she had ever seen, dressed formally in coat and tails. He smiled at Patrick and said, "Good evening sir, this area is reserved for members only".
"You are new here aren't you" said Patrick showing him a thin gold card with a number on it. The man took the card and held it up to an electronic pad and the doors behind him clicked open. "Sorry sir" he said giving back the card," I only started yesterday". "Quite all right you are only doing your job" said Patrick and escorted Emily inside.
Emily's eyes popped open as she looked around her. It was as if she had taken a step into another, older, century. The room was very large and a dinning room it is true, but the decor was simple and elegant, everything was in shades red and beautifully worked mahogany. Gold chandeliers illuminated the room and the candles on the dinning room table lent a warm glow to the diners faces but somehow the lighting was insufficient to make out faces at a distance. Screens split the large room into sections. Long coated waitress and short skirted waitresses glided about ministering to their guests needs. Somewhere someone was playing a guitar accompanied by a piano and base but she could not make out from behind which screen.
She saw Patrick looking at her taking all this in, a look of pure pleasure on his face at her enjoyment of the setting. "Do you like it?" he asked. "Yes, oh yes!" she exclaimed, "This is a wonderful place". "Yes" he said and flashed the wicked lopsided smile, "It's very special, as you will see." She wondered what he meant by that, but just then a white coated maitre'd came bustling over and greeted Patrick like a prince.
"Ah, Master P, Master P, it's been so long. I fear perhaps you do not like us any more?" he said ingratiatingly. They shook hands. "This place needs suitable company, that's all" said Patrick. "Your usual table sir?" fawned the man. "Yes, thank you Karl" said her Master. "Make sure Big Bob and Katty wait on us tonight."
"Yes, of course you will have your usual servants, Sir. Please follow me" as he led the way to their table. Emily again took hold of Patrick's arm and followed.
As they passed the other dinners she saw to her surprise that in every case each table had only one couple, and in every instance either the man or the woman was dressed extremely provocatively while the other person was elegantly but soberly dressed. As they walked past another screen she had another surprise. A balding older man was spoon feeding a beautiful young woman who had her hands tied behind her back! At another table, an extremely elegantly dressed middle aged woman was gazing at her companion with a slightly bored expression. But it was what he was doing that made Emily stand still and look again. She saw a tall, good-looking man in his mid-twenties standing in front of his table, masturbating furiously into a cup of coffee.
The woman at the table looked up at Emily, "I like only fresh cream in my coffee, don't you, little girl?" she smiled and laughed as Emily muttered "Uh, yes" and rushed off to catch up with Patrick and the Maitre'd.
The man finally stopped at a secluded table on a raised dais and said "Voila, always reserved for you Sir". He helped Emily to her seat and Patrick took his place next to her. From this place Emily glanced back at the room. Most people were simply dining normally but at some tables the people were obviously conducting blatant sexual exchanges. She saw one man lean forward and whisper something in his girl's ear. Immediately she stood up and crawled under the table. Emily could only see the soles of her shoes protruding from beneath the low tablecloth. The man at the table was looking totally nonchalant as he lit a cigar and twirled his brandy glass in his hand. "My, my what on earth is this place" she wondered, "obviously some secret club of sex maniacs!" quickly followed by "Why haven't I been here before?"
She looked at Patrick who was looking at her appraisingly, "Like what you see?" he asked. "It's foul and disgusting" she replied, "just my cup of tea!" He laughed.
Then from behind her she felt rather than saw someone approaching. She turned around to see a big man looming behind her. His face was invisible, completely clad in a black rubber mask. Only two pale blue eyes glaring out. He was dressed in a white tie and a black coat and black trousers, with no shirt. The candle light casting deep shadows on his tanned hairless chest. Despite the attempt to disguise, Emily had the distinct impression that she knew this man. "Master P!" he exclaimed in a strained voice, "always such a pleasure to see you". The pleasure is going to be all yours Bob" said Patrick cryptically, "Where is Katty?" What a give away. Emily instantly realised that ``Bob" was her brother-in-law Robert. She tried to disguise her own recognition. Let the boys have their fun and play their games, she thought.
"She will join us shortly, meanwhile what can I bring you to drink?" Patrick turned to Emily and asked, ``What's your pleasure?" Emily knew that her pleasure right then was to be fucked by someone, preferably her Master but hoping also that her Master would instruct her to be fucked by Bob. "I would like a gin and tonic" she said instead. "and I will have my usual" said Patrick. Bob nodded and bowed, "I will be back soon" and was gone.
Soon after he left, Patrick reached into his pocket and pulled out a small gift wrapped box. In all her excitement Emily had quite forgotten the third box. "What's in there?" she asked. "Let's see" he said, unwrapping it. Shortly he showed her a small flat object about the size of a credit card but a quarter of an inch thick. She observed that it had a little stalk in the center and a few buttons rather like a remote control for a child's electric car.
"What is it?" she asked her curiosity aroused. "Let's see it in action" he smiled broadly, "I think this button starts something" he said as he pressed a little red button. "Ooooooooh" escaped from Emily's mouth as the tiny protuberance on her leather throng started vibrating rhythmically. Her gasp and involuntary contraction of her abdomen started the Ben-wa balls dancing wildly inside her. The combined effect began to start another wave of climactic feelings inside her. "No" she thought," I am going to fight this" and started to control her breathing. "If I can just stay still and breathe evenly I can beat this" she reasoned. She held her head up and her eyes challenged her Master silently "I can take this, you will not make me a spectacle in front of all these people" her pride said to him. Patrick bowed his head to her as usual as if he could read her mind.
Then he touched another button. The anal plug inside her came to life and started vibrating.
This is too much she thought. The anal stimulation and the constant vibration against her clit forced her into rocking her body and squeezing her thighs together. The rocking motion also served to activate the balls inside her. The whole sending her into a fever pitch of excitement. She could no longer control herself, no pretense now - she sagged backward in her seat, her breathing coming in deep gasps - she knew that soon she would cum. She relaxed to let herself cum. At once Patrick, the swine, increased the speed of the clit vibrator - the pattern was different now and she would need time to adjust to the new waves wracking her body. "Bastard", she thought "bastard."
Her breathing was finding a new pattern, and she melted into it, all hopes of fighting an orgasm abandoned now as her body felt only heat, hot, hotter yet . As she sensed herself starting to cum she looked over at her Master. He was looking at her with great concentration. She smiled weakly at him thinking, "OK you bastard, you want me to cum in front of all these people, I'll cum". She rolled her head back and closed her eyes and started to moan, low guttural moans of a woman about to cum. Then everything changed again, the anal plug which up till now had only been vibrating, started to gyrate also. She part opened her eyes, dimly she could see his thumb toying with the tiny joystick on his remote. She gasped out loud. "Oh shit" she thought, "He isn't ever gonna let me cum." But a part of her was reveling in the new heights she was reaching. Her moaning continued but much softer, "oooh, oooh. aahhh, ooohh, aaaah.." she went.
Suddenly the buzzing and the gyrating stopped. "Here are your drinks" said Bob. Emily opened her eyes in shock. Her thinly disguised brother-in-law had arrived, he must have seen her condition and her moaning. Her face flushed scarlet at the thought. She looked over at Patrick and gasped in surprise. Patrick was looking at her and smiling - not unusual - but he was fondling the breast of a woman wearing a wig, and only gold nipple rings with weights and as she looked lower down, cunt rings. "Welcome back to the land of the living" he joked, "You've met Bob, this is Katty, my second favorite slave next to you." Emily's little sister Kate smiled back.
`` K A T E ! " Emily squealed.
``Katty. My slave name is Katty" Kate corrected softly, beaming a smile.
"If I may say Sir" interjected Bob, "your companion tonight is delightfully sexy" "You may say that Bob, and I would agree with you - do you fancy her Bob?" asked Patrick. Emily tried to settle her flusteredness.
She glanced at Kate who was fondling Patrick's neck. The little slut was a looking upwards with closed eyes and a faraway dreamy expression. Looking lower she saw why. Patrick was now playing with Kate's cunt. Alternately inserting all the fingers of his right hand into her slit and then removing them to pull down on Kate's kinky labial rings. Despite the low level of lighting, as his fingers emerged, she spied the telltale wet glistening of fingers that had been into a very, very, wet place. A pang of jealousy added to her general lusty arousal, but instead of cooling her off as it would normally have done, she found herself even more aroused and even more determined to pull her master away from that bejeweled sister whore. From nowhere a deliciously slutty thought entered her mind.
"Master," she said slyly, "May I hold your hands?
Patrick's eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to figure out her angle. "Uh, yes. I don't see why not." he said. He held out his arms to wards her on the table top and she took them both in hers. Very slowly she lifted Patrick's right hand to her nose, and looking directly in her Master's eyes, she sniffed delicately at the wet fingers that moments ago had been teasing and tormenting Kate's lower lips. Then, almost closing her eyes, she looked at Patrick while slowly sucking the length of each finger into her mouth and savouring the delicate cunt taste that met her senses. Patrick was visibly aroused, his nostrils flared and his eyes widened and she was sure, grew brighter. "Thank you for cleaning up, my dear."
From the corner of her eye she noticed that both Bob and Kate were looking at her with wry smiles, she was playing the game well. Emily saw her opportunity to ask a favour while the Master was pleased with her.
"May I go to the ladies room, please Sir?"
"Of course not! Nice to see the champagne has worked its way through." said Patrick, very pleased with himself. "I think it's time Bob". Bob bowed to Patrick and walked off. Emily waited, slightly impatiently, trying to second guess what was next. They'd played many kinky games in the privacy of Lindsey and Patrick's home, but never in such a public place. Still, Patrick ignored her and replaced his hand between the now parted legs of Kate and continued toying with her sex.
She noticed that the music in the background had stopped suddenly. Seconds later a gong was struck softly and their table was slowly becoming brightly illuminated, as though a spotlight was picking them out. The entire room went silent and then scurrying figures removed the screens that had so far surrounded them and given a measure of privacy. A voice came over the intercom.
"Ladies and gentlemen, slaves and sluts, it is time again to witness the arrival of a new member to our circle. The sponsor, as so often, is Master Patrick." There was thunderous applause, whistles and cheers, congratulating her Master on bringing in a new recruit. Emily's eyes had now adjusted to the new brightness and she saw the Maitre'd walking towards them with a microphone in his hand. Confused, she looked up at her Master. He looked at her intensely his face blank and without any trace of his usual humour.
"DO NOT let me down" he warned. Seeing her Master's face like this was a shock to Emily, gone was the soft gentleness from his eyes, gone was the ever present amused smile from his lips. She had never seen anyone look at her with quite this level of calm intensity and it made her go weak at the knees. Suddenly she knew why she was a sub and why He the Master and she shuddered and revelled in excitement - her thong was now thoroughly sodden. She knew that she would do anything now, anything at all.
The Maire'd passed the microphone to Patrick with a bow and returned to the darkness surrounding them. Everyone she could now make out had left their tables and formed a circle around them. Bob emerged from this crowd holding a box and placing it at Patrick's feet stood silently behind them.
"Thank you all for your appreciation at my newest recruitment, but I fear it may have been too soon. We all know that any new candidate must pass our initiation ceremony and be judged on his or her performance by us all. I have high hopes for my candidate Emily" Then turning to her Patrick asked "Emily, I must now ask you some questions formally and in front of witnesses. Are you ready? Emily found that her mouth had gone dry. She swallowed and nodded quickly. This was different she thought - this is very real now, this not such a game.
"Emily, do you take me for your true and only Master?" Patrick asked.
Clearing her throat and straightening her body Emily said "Yes Master" loudly and distinctly so all could hear. "Do you relinquish any rights over your body and mind that you might have had in a past life?"
"Yes Master, I now belong to you".
"Do you give me your body, your mind, and your soul, to do with whatever I choose?"
"Of course, Master, I have no will of my own now"
"Do you now wish to assert that there is anything you will not do for me should I ask you to?"
"No, Master, I will do anything you ask of me, at any time and any place."
The crowd applauded - slowly Emily realised that they were cheering and pleased with her. Her full answers had surprised them and greatly pleased Patrick who was all but beaming at her. She felt so proud. Patrick nodded at her and continued speaking to the group.
"The time has now come for the initiation. As many of you might have suspected, my beautiful new slave, Emily, and our most excellent servant Katty are sisters." The crowd let out a hushed cry of excitement, as whispered ... `I did wonder about that' were exchanged. ``Emily has wanted desperately to pee for the last 20 minutes. It is now time to allow her to do so. Katty please take your position. Bob, if you would supervise.."
Emily wasn't slow to guess the implication of Patrick's words. She watched her sister take up position, bowing deeply to her Master, then short respectful bow to her. Kate went down on on all fours in front her and then placing one side of her face on the floor, reached back behind her to firmly pull her arse cheeks wide open so that Emily could see the brown pucker of her sister's arsehole.
"It is dry. Lubricate it your tongue" commanded her Master. Emily loved her sister's arse, and she had no problem licking arse but she had never done it in front of so many people. The knowledge of all the onlookers, who new she was about to commit incest, excited her tremendously. "Oh well, now to show everyone just what a horny, taboo-less, slut-whore she was" she thought.
Emily got down on her hands and knees behind Kate and began to kiss and lick gently at the offered orifice. But her lust got the better of her, and placing her hands on top of Kate's, she opened her sister-slave up even wider, and began licking and sucking in earnest. She could feel Kate's sphincter begin to relax from this onslaught, but mercilessly she formed her tongue into a stabbing spear and began to ram it in and out of Kate's ever widening anus.
She saw Bob kneel down beside them and smile gently at her. "That's enough - I think she is wet and open. Now wet me " Bob said and then offered his rigid 7 inch dick to her mouth. From one sister, to the other sister's husband. Greedily she sucked all the flavour from his glands and then proceeded to give him her best deep throat. She thought how the cock on her tongue had entered all three vaginas of the three Kenny sisters: Sarah, Emily and Kate. Robert was clearly enjoying this attention but shortly he asked her to stop.
Emily reluctantly let go his prick and turned to see that Kate was still holding open her anus. She had inserted the first two fingers of both hands into her arsehole and was distending it so that it was held open a good two inches wide. Bob placed his cock, still shiny from Emily's saliva, into Kate's anus and with one thrust rammed his cock all the way in. Kate sighed softly and arched her back. Emily watched with ever mounting arousal because she knew that soon she would wet herself. Bob slowly and with long deep strokes arseucked one sister-in-law, as his other one looked on, eager. After a few minutes he withdrew and offered his cock to Emily again. "Clean me up" he ordered and Emily did, tasting the earthy anal taste of deep from her sister's rectum. There was a ripple of applause from the crowd. Having used Emily's mouth as a towel, Bob turned back to Kate who was still holding herself open and aiming his cockhead at Kate's anus, started to pee directly into the black depth of that open arsehole.
Emily watched in fascination, as Robert pissed a strong powerful jet of gold on and on and on. Surely he must finish soon she thought as the minutes went by, she also noticed that, unlike normal, Robert's erection had hardly seemed to subside. He clearly was very turned on. Eventually Bob's jet slowed to a trickle and then stopped altogether. He shook the remaining drops from his cock onto Emily's head and using her long blonde hair as a wipe, he cleaned himself with her tresses. Emily was shocked at the casual way in which she was used by her brother-in-law in front of strangers.
"Now it is your turn" said Patrick, ``you wanted to pee and you shall - but directly into Katty's arse!". Bob delved into the box he had brought earlier and extracted a five foot length of clear, transparent, plastic tube and large funnel. He pushed one end of the tube onto the funnel and then put the other end into Kate's arsehole. Then turning to Emily he asked her to stand. Emily did and Bob motioned her to stand with her legs wider apart and facing the assembly. Emily placed her hands on her hips and thrust her crotch forward. Bob held the funnel between her legs and nodded to Emily to start.
Now that she was finally able to go, Emily found it difficult to do so especially in this
slutty open legged position where every one could see her arousal and distress. Closing her eyes, she used her right hand to pull aside her leather thong and felt Bob's fingers extract the clit exciter that her Master had put in earlier. Gently his fingers pried open her fully extended and swollen labia to enable her to piss easily and directly into the funnel's mouth.
She swayed slightly from the tension and the unbearable level of arousal and sheer pain from bladder distension. She felt rather than saw Bob change position. He had got up and was now standing behind her, a great wall of muscular support against which she needed to lean. His left arm held her up and close to him fingers caressing and squeezing her right nipple through her dress while the other still held the funnel in position.
With a great big sigh Emily finally found release. Standing as she was, her piss shot out in front of her and it was all Bob could do to quickly jam the funnel directly over her cunt. After the first few seconds of gushing, her peeing slowed a fraction into a less wide arc and Bob moved the funnel away slightly so that everyone could see her open cunted, openly peeing into the funnel. Emily opened her eyes and saw now the reason for a transparent tube. It was now a golden yellow colour as her piss ran down its length into her sister's bowels. After what seemed to be hours of relief, her piss stream slowed and finally stopped altogether. She finally noticed that throughout the proceedings she hadn't heard a single sound, but now realised that people where cheering and clapping.
Bob straightened her up and kissed her shoulder in mute congratulations and winked at her. He pinched the tube at funnels end and then slowly ran his pressed fingers down the entire length of the tube to squeeze out the last drops of her pee. When he reached the other end in Kate, he patted Kate's bottom and gently pulled the tube out of it. Kate's powerful and well trained anal sphincter shut tight not letting a single drop of hers and Bob's piss escape.
What now? Emily wondered, but was soon instructed to kneel by her master. Obediently she knelt. Kate stood and walked over to stand in front of Emily. Emily marvelled at the self-control her sister was demonstrating, she must have had close on three pints of Bob and Emily's combined piss inside her, but gave not the slightest sign of discomfort or need to relieve herself.
"It is now time for the first anointing" said her Master. "Open your mouth Emily"
Emily realised from Kate's posture that she was about to be peed on. Greedily she opened her mouth. This part of the initiation she would enjoy, she knew that. Kate smiled and using her cunt rings, she opened her flaps wide and let go right on to her big sister's face. Her stream was hot and very yellow, its pungent ammoniac almost made Emily gag, but she knew better than to disappoint her sister, or her Master. The piss rained down on her, covering her face, her hair, making her eyes smart, running down her chin and neck to wet her lovely new dress.
Slowly, Kate began to sway slightly splashing Emily all over so that her entire front was now evenly sodden. Then, as her stream abated, Kate moved closer to Emily and pushed Emily's head back and placing her cunt directly over Emily continued to pee steadily into Emily's open mouth filling it. Emily had no choice now but gulp down the contents of her sister's bitter acrid offering. She got the full flavour of it now and knew that Kate had been taking something deliberately to make her urine taste foul and horrible, but she also knew that usually her sister tasted my sweeter. As Kate's stream subsided, Emily leaned forward and closed her mouth against Kate's cunt. Savouring the sweet cunt tastes, in contrast to the bitter piss she had just swallowed. Kate gently stroked the top of her sister's head and then pulled away.
"That was good Emily, but it is now time for the second anointing." Emily heard her Master say. Her sister now turned around looked over her shoulder at Emily, winking. Then Kate opened her legs about a shoulder width apart and touched her toes. Her cunt and anus were directly in front of Emily's face. Slowly, as Emily watched intently, Kate's brown arsehole began to swell, and a small trickle of pee leaked out. As Emily watched, almost mesmerised by this erotic sight, her arousal got the better of her. Unasked she took off her dress and then kneeling behind her sister, she placed both hands on Kate's bottom and began to lick like a demented animal at from the top of Kate's arse all the way down to her clit. She licked in long, slow, licks, her tongue flattening itself to extract the maximum taste from Kate's exposed dribbling holes. Emily could hear her sister begin to moan. "Good" she thought to herself. Then she felt a slow trickle of piss emerge from Kate's now softening anus. Emily lapped at it greedily. The knowledge that she was tasting her own and her brother-in-law's piss directly from her sister's rectum and in front of a roomful of strangers sent her over the edge. Her mind was in tatters now: "God I am such a slut, such a pissdrinking, arselicking, randy, ready-for-anything, shameless whore and all these people now know it."
Kate's anus widened and the trickle turned into a hot yellow fountain. Emily leaned back and let it flow onto her face. Emily was incoherent with lust now, she could hear herself moaning and used her hands to wash and rub the piss all over her face, into her hair. She swayed her tits in front of the stream and massaged the piss into her breasts, her neck, and her hairy armpits. Cupping her hands together as though in prayer, she caught some piss in them and raised them to her lips to pour the piss into her mouth, slurping greedily and tasting the mingled flavours of man-piss, her own piss and Kate's rectum. She was totally gone now, consumed by lust. She placed her open mouth directly in front of Kate's arsehole and began to drink, noisily and greedily. The piss stream slowed and Emily thrust her open mouth right over the open arsehole and the whole room heard her sucking and squelching noises as she tried to extract the last of Kate's juices. Her tongue a hard long pink dagger was now lodged inside Kate's sphincter ring and she could feel her sister alternately relaxing and squeezing on the tip of her tongue. She began to arsefuck Kate with her mouth and tongue, and heard Kate respond with louder and louder moans. Her mouth began now to exert a powerful suction on the distended pink insides of Kate's arsehole while her tongue continued to dart in and out like a mini-prick. Emily began to sway her head from side to side, never once relaxing the suction on Kate's arsehole. Knowing that Kate couldn't be far from cuming and remembering that Patrick had had four fingers in Kate's cunt, Emily closed the fingers of her right hand together and pushed them into Kate's cunt. Her sister groaned loudly and began to breathe in short gasps. Encouraged, Emily pushed her entire hand into the easily yielding cunt, her entry made much easier by her sister's copious sex slime. Emily closed her fingers into a fist inside Kate and began to steadily and relentlessly fist her fellow slave. In just a few short seconds, Kate began to cum - loudly and helplessly, another victim to Emily's gargantuan sexual appetites.
As Emily slowed down and drew breath from her recent exertions, she was dimly aware that the lights had softened and that everyone was now naked. Finally she saw that her Master was standing in front of her, his black cock erect and the veins bulging. From behind his head he brought forward a large glass bowl and placing this under her neck he aimed his cock at her mouth which she had opened without conscious thought.
"And now the Master's blessing" he said and began to piss. Somehow Emily knew that despite all her recent drinking, she had to swallow as much as she could of her own Master's excretion it would have been unforgivably rude to drink from others but not her own Owner. Patrick's piss was clear and only slightly yellow, it tasted slightly salty and with some hidden spicy flavour that seemed to sharpen her bodily senses and make her into an aroused slut again. She enjoyed this drink but every time she closed her mouth to swallow, some piss ran off her face and collected in the glass bowl. As her Master's stream slowed, she closed her mouth around it and pushed her tongue into the folds of his foreskin to excite him. But the Master did not want that and extracting his cock, merely shook the last few drops on to her face. Emily took the bowl which had perhaps half a pint of her Master's piss and raised it slowly to her mouth. She glanced around - everyone was looking at her, smiling. Emily looked up lovingly at her Master and began to drink from the bowl. It was difficult for her, she had already drunk perhaps two and a half pints of Kate's, Robert's, and her own piss and her stomach was full. Somehow she forced down the last of her Master's nectar and then licked the rim clean. Wiping her face and chin with her fingers she then showed the glistening finger to Patrick and licked them up also. Patrick relaxed and grinned, he clapped his hands loudly twice to get everyone's attention.
"I think Emily has passed with flying colours. What say you?" he asked the assembly. At once there was a roar of approval and clapping and whistles. Her beaming sister gave her a big hug and a kiss, as did her brother-in-law. Emily simply blushed and glowed with the release of being totally accepted by thirty or forty strangers into a club to which she very much wanted to belong. It occurred to Emily that she herself had still not come once, yet she felt exhausted and drained but knowing she had not come yet gave her some energy.
She heard her Master say "Let the orgy commence" At once Emily's cunt started to throb and her juices started to flow. All around her people began to fondle, stroke and grope each other.
The night was not over yet....before she was carried to her master's bed utterly exhausted, she had been fucked, fingered or fondled by everyone in the room except for her master. Several of the men had used her simultaneously so that at times she felt as if each of her holes was stretched permanently open. Her jaw ached from all the cocks she had in her throat and her tongue was tired from the cunts and arseholes she had penetrated. She had cum, and cum, and cum, and cum until all the orgasms had melted in to one continuous state semi-satiation paradoxically leaving her immediately longing for her next orgasm. All mattered to her was that she something was being done to her, and in that blissful state she had briefly fainted. But she smiled as she fell asleep ....never ..had she felt....so thoroughly aroused. She fell asleep curled up to her Master wondering when he would have her and what the next day would bring.
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