Bianca’s thick fingers, bejeweled and sharp-nailed, began pushing into my ass, spreading cold, slimy Crisco. Joyce had been thoroughly sodomized and now it was my turn. I was squeezed into clothes too tight, so thoroughly made-up like a whore that I didn’t recognize myself. I was surrounded by women whose very sight incited my most perverse lusts, overwhelmed by their smells and chewing on the nastiest feminine excretions imaginable. All the while I was lying in a steaming hot puddle of my own pee. I was prepared to lose that most humiliating, personal and painful virginity to another woman, my cherry asshole. I wanted that pretty little doll Missy to watch, stroking her hard nipples through her crisp white polo shirt, stroking the buttons and collar as she pretended to be an elite, wealthy little brat masturbating at the sight of me being punished, sodomized and humiliated. She would twist her nipples through her shirt, with her long-nailed pinkie fingers sticking in the air. As I had desired, Aisha raped my ass as Missy stood in front of me, watching. She stuck her hand down her pants and stared at my face. I knew she would finish the night in her bed, in too much of a hurry to take off her clothes. She would hump her belly on the mattress. Her panties, soaked with my spit after chewing them, will be stuffed in her own mouth. She’ll be imagining herself as me, her anal cherry popped and girls spitting all over her.



Aisha plunged into me with her strap-on cock, bursting my sphincter and causing my ass to burn like I had to shit. It hurt so much I thought I was being impaled. I bit the panties, squeezing every drop of moisture from them. My wrists were still tied but tucked beneath me, so I was able to rub my clit with my fingers. Once my ass was stretched out, the pain became pleasurable. I felt the fat strap-on cock sliding up and down my tight canal and wanted Aisha to cum inside me. I wanted Aisha to flood my bowels with her hot, thick cum. Her sweat was dripping on my back, though my own body was completely drenched in hot perspiration.



I wanted to feel that girl-cock jump rhythmically inside me as it shot thick viscous cum deep in my belly. I wanted Aisha to collapse on top of me, heaving and panting, with her strap-on cock still plunged deep in my ass. All her weight went behind each thrust into my swollen rump. Aisha growled as she pumped me. She wanted to plunge into me as deep as that cock could go. She kept pounding as hard as she could. When she finally pulled out and crawled off of my back, I instinctively arched my back. As my ass raised in the air it was showered with spit, slaps and the sting of Bianca’s riding crop. I felt like I had been split open with a gaping asshole and my ass was bloated twice its size. The merest touch stung me. Bianca pulled the panties from my mouth and Missy pushed the lollipop between my teeth after spitting on it. Missy popped the two buttons holding my blouse together in front. My tits had already sprung free when Aisha was on top of me.



Missy took the riding crop and began thrashing me with it. She had no expression on her face except a sleazy pout. One of her hands was down her unbuttoned jeans. Missy was masturbating herself as she hurt me. I saw her chubby flesh bouncing with each heave of the crop into my swelling flesh. She rolled me over and whacked my nipples. I spit out the lollipop and begged her to stop hurting me. Missy, pleeeasssee, pleeeaassee! Why? Why are you hurting me? My pleading only turned her on. She hit me even harder with the crop. My swollen tits were turning bright red and my nipples were engorged three times their normal size, purple and bloated. My rectum felt like it was prolapsing. My ass was throbbing and felt just as heavy and fat as my punished tits. I felt like an electric current was buzzing through them. Every nerve in my tits, cunt and ass was tingling. My flesh surged and twisted with every whack.



While I was on my belly with my fingers in my cunt, Lana climbed on top of me. She was still in her clothes, with her jeans pulled down around her knees. I felt her soft, hot belly through her blouse as it pressed into my ass. She positioned herself on top of me. She slid up full length on my back and ass. I felt the strap-on cock nestle in between my thighs while the buttons and coarse denim of her jacket rubbed my back. Her belly rested in the small of my back as she slipped the cock into my burning asshole. I felt the greasy cock stretching my muscles, followed by an overwhelming desire to poop. She was pushing deep into my belly.



Charlotta plunged her strap-on into my mouth and I moved my lips on it only to make it appear I was doing something to it. I was conscious only of Lana on top of me and her cock sliding back and forth in my ass. Lana started to stiffen up and she stopped pumping me. I’m coming, I’m coming! I’m going to cum in your ass! Ohhh! Her cock twitched and jumped inside me. She pulled it out as she collapsed on top of me, biting my ear and kissing the nape of my neck. A hot liquid bubbled out of my ass and ran onto my thighs. Charlotta slipped hers back in my mouth and I felt it twitch and jump. Hot spurts of sticky cum filled my mouth and bubbled out when Charlotta pulled away. It was so thick it filled my mouth and I couldn’t speak. I moaned, La. na. but it sounded like I was talking with my mouth full. The cum was bubbling between my lips and flowing down my chin. Missy and the other girls kissed me, licking and slurping the cum from my mouth. They kissed each other with the glistening come smeared over their lips. An obscene combination of slurping, popping. bubbling and liquid sucking sounds combined with the sounds of their moans and gasps, filled the room.



Lana was slowly grinding her body into me, still kissing my neck and whispering in my ear with her nibbling teeth, How does it feel taking all my cum up your sleazy ass? She rolled me over and untied my hands. Then she stretched on top of me with her legs between my outspread thighs, kissing me and rubbing the strap-on over my belly. She opened her blouse and placed a nipple between my lips. We devoured each other’s bodies for the next twenty minutes or so, until our clothes were scattered around the bed and we collapsed with exhaustion.



Bianca click-clacked around the bed, holding the riding crop in her hand as she inspected us with pursed lips. All the other girls had left the room, leaving only Lana and me entwined on the bed. We were dead silent, watching her with submissive glances. We must have seemed like two frightened kittens. The contrast was striking: a tall imperious brunette tricked out like a prudish schoolteacher, her hair drawn back tight against her scalp to emphasize her high, round cheeks and feline eyes; we, stripped naked, glistening with sweat and body fluids, reeking like an old mattress in a filthy whorehouse, under the seething eyes of Bianca in her own posh bedroom. I was covered in pink and red marks, with my ass, tits, lips, tongue, all swollen from being bit, slapped or pinched.



We were filthy and must have stank worse than two mewling cats copulating in a sewer drain. That was the method Bianca had used on us: her, decked out in a fresh, crisp blouse, luxuriating in her sleazy lingerie beneath hot, slippery layers of silk and satin. She was wearing her most expensive jewelry. Her body had been bathed in scented bathwater, oiled and massaged, her skin tingling with peppermint and clove. Bianca may have looked like an uptight librarian but she was the most exquisitely pampered Madam imaginable. Some women play the Dominatrix and act out the part, but Bianca wasn’t acting. We were role-playing for her amusement, but as for Bianca, she was an authentic Madam. We were all her submissives, captives who needed her to provide us with the most powerful orgasms we had ever imagined. That was our chain to her. Pure ecstasy, assuming roles beyond our most extreme fantasies.



Our next assignment was Bianca. We were to slowly and methodically strip her and do whatever she requested. Bianca stood over us with that haughty pout of her lips and told us to remove her skirt. I went behind her as Lana unfastened the designer belt and pulled it through the loops. I unfastened the button tab in the back. Lana held the skirt up while I undid the row of buttons in the rear. Kiss each of them before unfastening it, Bianca sneered. It was a kinky, submissive gesture that I repeated on her blouse. When I finished, Lana folded the skirt over her arm and placed it over the arm of a satin-upholstered chair. She ran her hands over the luxurious taffeta lining, which was an opalescent pink. My blouse, please, Bianca uttered in an undertone. Lana untied the bow at the nape of Bianca’s neck and began unfastening the buttons, starting at the bottom and working up the indentation of her spine. I daintily popped the buttons on the cuffs, kissed the insides of her wrists, and pulled the blouse carefully over her arms. I placed it on top of the skirt.



Bianca pulled the slip over her head and handed it to Lana. Bianca now looked like a high-class call girl or a porn actress. She was wearing fully-fashioned thigh-high stockings with a four-strap garter belt, diaphanous pink panties that revealed a teasing view of her engorged cunt lips, replete with a creamy shine that betrayed her excitement, and a satin bustier that fit as snug as a corset with her nipples poking over the top. Kiss my nipples, Lana. You, Jillian, clean my panties. I’m afraid I’ve soiled them with my excitement, Bianca said with her throaty purr. I motioned to pull her panties down, but she told me no. Leave them on and clean them. And don’t slobber on them, either, or you’ll be sleeping with them in your mouth tonight. She slapped me to emphasize the point.



Lana kept bumping into me as I crouched in front of Bianca. I heard her lips smacking and sucking on the nipples. Bianca and Lana were both moaning softly. With my face in Bianca’s crotch, I could see the knob of her clitoris poking through the sheer panties. It was the largest clit I had ever seen! If it wasn’t obscured by her silky pubic hair it might have looked like a small erect cock jutting out. The pearly cream from her cunt was brightly glistening in her slit. The lips were alternating shades of pink and red. The outer lips were swollen like balloons and had a purplish red color. They were hard and rubbery on my tongue. I gulped down my saliva between each stroke of my tongue. I didn’t want to get those panties wet and give Bianca a reason to hurt me. I wanted to taste her cum and inhale that stewing hot pussy.



Bianca’s areolae had swelled like overripe plums about to burst. They were a reddish purple and tipped with pink nipples that were as bloated as a nursing sow’s. Their peculiar colors were brought out by the thick coating of Lana’s saliva. I was looking up at the round undersides of her bustier cups, watching Lana’s lips and tongue stroking those fat nipples. When I returned to work on Bianca’s panties, I sucked them in between my lips and drew them away from her cunt. This way I was able to suck the cream out of the sheer fabric and leave behind only a damp spot. As soon as I let go, the panties slapped against Bianca’s creaming lips and became soiled all over again. My tongue was causing her to cream at a rate I couldn’t keep up with. A glistening wet trail ran down the insides of her thighs, longer on the left side, with globs of pearly cream gushing from the lower part of her slit. Madam, I pleaded, you’re creaming so much I can’t keep up. Might you please allow me to remove your panties and service you directly? She slapped my cheek with the riding crop so hard that my eyes welled up with tears from the shock and pain. Lick my ass, you ungrateful slut. Lana, watch and learn.”



Bianca turned around and leaned over. She pulled her panties down around her knees. Her ass was jutting in the air as she took a cheek in each hand and spread the buttocks apart. Inside the rosy cleft was a pulsating, wrinkled pink hole. Her buttocks were each bouncy, globular masses of creamy flesh, as smooth and bright as polished marble. They were a sadist’s wet dream and even I felt the urge to smack, bite and kick them into swollen, bruised pulps. If Bianca could have read my thoughts at that moment she might have drowned me. My nose was soon nestled in the sweaty furrow with my lips glued on that steaming hot asshole. The heat was intense. I inhaled the combined smells of eggs, sweat, musk and shit. The sweeter smells of her pussy also filled my nose. The skin of her buttocks felt cool in comparison with that searing hot asshole. I licked the cleft and tasted her ass. As I swallowed my saliva, the acrid stench would slide down my throat and fill my sinuses with her hot stinky ass.



Bianca humped my face as I licked, until she stood straight up and turned to face me again. I was licking my lips just to please her. Her mouth covered mine in a deep sucking kiss that left my mouth dry. Bianca was absolutely voracious. She then instructed us to dress her again. We were told to kiss each body part as we covered her, and to kiss each button before fastening it- a kind of ritualized, fetishist gesture of adoration. As Bianca examined herself in a floorlength mirror, Lana and I glanced at each other wondering if we were finished. Lana helped Bianca shrug into a glamorous sable fur coat. Bianca soon went away on some errand, but not before tying us up and leaving us rolling and squirming on the sticky wet bed. I was pleased that Bianca hadn’t thrown me on my belly and planted the toe of her high heeled shoe in my ass, like she had done to Joyce.



There was no indication that Bianca had an orgasm so it must not have been her intention. The jaded old whore just wanted to work up her lusts by toying with us. We were just a masturbation show for her to enjoy. I was wondering what it took for her to climax. anal strap-on sex, whipping, bondage, needles, hydrophilia, erotic asphyxiation, horror sex, what extreme acts of sado-masochism would give her an orgasm? Or would she come just from simple vanilla sex after all this role-play? Some women are like that. the bondage-discipline/sado-masochism is just a stimulant, a cerebral orgasm. The next episode in our session with Bianca would shock us all.



We were instructed by Bianca herself as to what to expect and what to do. The extent of her masochism was astonishing- it was brought to the absolute, and throughout it all, we remained her playthings- and she remained ours. She had told us the dart contained a paralytic. She would stiffen up like a rigid sex doll, eyes bulged out and tongue protruding. Her nerves would be in a state of hypersensitivity, an extended orgasm. Kiss me, bite my nipples hard, slap my tits, chew on my tongue, hurt me! I’ll be in a state of prolonged sexual ecstasy induced by this poison.”



Following Bianca’s party, during which she had been so thoroughly teased, titillated and taunted, she left for her bedroom in a state of nearly explosive lust. She had been moaning and mewling all night, aching with some unfathomable desire. Her masochistic impulses were raging through every tissue of her body like an electric shock. Her nipples were almost puncturing the pink blouse stretched across her engorged breasts. They were throbbing with such an aching erection that a needle stuck into the purple areolae would not have been more agonizing.



Bianca threw herself on the bed, facedown, drawing a pillow underneath her. She clasped it hard between her thighs and humped it like a stud impregnating a rutting mare. Her hips pumped it hard and the bedframe oscillated with the force of her thrusts. She was mewling like a cat, begging to be fucked while she heaved and pumped her hips. There was the faint sound of the skirt button popping open and the zipper pulling down. Bianca took a strand of pearls between her lips while one arm was tucked beneath her. Bianca’s fingers massaged her oily clit as the other hand either clawed the sheets or squeezed her aching tits through her blouse. Her body was undulating and rolling while her head lolled about. Her pink tongue flicked in and out of her mouth, licking her lips. Her ass twitched and bounced in the air.



Bianca was biting and sucking her pearls while she raised her ass in the air. The fat globular rump made an inviting target for the dart, but it was sheathed in a skirt that was partially drawn down her thighs. her bare neck was the preferred point of entry for the aphrodisiac poison so it would take immediate effect. Bianca was feeling her body, the hard rubbery nipples poking through her tight blouse, running her hands over the buttons, caressing her soft, hot belly before pulling up the shirt-tails and slipping her fingers into the tight elastic of her panties.



There was the sound of air passing through a hollow tube and a brief pfffft. The dart implanted itself in the side of her neck. She uttered a brief squeal while her mouth opened, dropping the strand of pearls. There was a brief intake of air followed instantaneously by the hiss of a prolonged, hard exhalation. A whining uuhhh followed by a crackling sound was all that came out of her wide-open mouth. Her eyes stared at the sheets, wide and startled, bulging out. Her back arched deeply, bending like a bow, thrusting her breasts into the mattress and throwing her ass high in the air.