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The invitation for the party had arrived a few weeks earlier. No return address was on the card or small attached box, it was merely addressed; To B.Wilcox. Inside the envelope a simple white card had been placed with an address and a time. The box had been embossed with the words “At your discretion.” Inside, a locket strung on a chain hid a potent capsule shaped aphrodisiac.
Betty Wilcox was languidly smoking her cigarette. Held fast by the elastic top of a thigh high stocking, a long vibrator buzzed away in her pussy. She was watching her service girl for the evening give her a blowjob.
The girl’s wrists were tied behind her back and she’d been blindfolded. Someone with exemplary rope skills had bound her breasts, making them jut out nicely. Two torpedoes ready for any bullet bra anytime. The girl knelt on a dome studded bench and judging by the way her weight shifted from one knee to the other, she was not all that comfortable being on it.
Still, she was doing a very good job. Running the full length of her tongue up and around the shaft, she’d stop at the V just under the cock head, flicking her tongue furiously fast before popping the tip in and out of her mouth. Her deep throat skills were incredible, she could swallow all twelve inches without the hint of a gag reflex. This kind of skill was rare, it wouldn’t take much longer to cum.
A question of curiosity always played in her mind watching the service girls at work, “Why would you go through the initiation just to become a service girl?” Betty looked around and saw three other futas receiving attention from the girls. The question remained.
One futa was forcing cock deep into her girl’s throat making her choke. The girl’s eyes were watering, and black tears of runny eyeliner ran down her face. Red lipstick had smeared around her mouth, and her chin and tits were covered in a mucus spit mixture. Whenever the cock was pulled free, she was allowed a gulp of air, then it plunged back down her throat.
Another had presumably brought nipple clamps for her service girl. The clamps had been tightened to the max. Her roped tits were turning purple from being drawn almost vertical by the chain in her futas hand. Fingers splayed out from behind her bound wrists and the toes of her heels beat on the tiled floor. A cock stuffed mouth made muffled sobbing sounds as she cried bitterly.
She couldn’t see what was going on with the last futa and girl, their backs had been turned towards her. Instead she shifted her attention to the evenings initiate girl, the so called cum dumpster.
An initiates hazing was always picked off a particular Pendik Öğrenci Escort disgust for something they had. For the cum dumpster it was cum. Facials, swallowing, messy hand jobs, just a despisal of the fluid in general. Being done this way proved the initiation had been earned. The lewd enjoyment of watching her vexation was a bonus perk for members.
Dark haired and buxomly, tonight’s initiate was tied to a rotating circular table. On each of her legs a rope had been tied around her knee. The rope then passed through an eyelet on the side of the table, wrapped around both her ankle and the heel of her pump, and finally was pulled taunt and tied off. Her legs were now spread and couldn’t be shut.
Both the girl’s arms were tied above her head and a funnel gag had been placed in her mouth. Considering the amount of cum coating her hair, face and neck, it was clear where most of the members had aimed. There was no lack of the sticky juice elsewhere
either. Her tits, belly and stockinged legs had their fair share of coverage. To Miss Wilcox her cum covered stockings looked particularly erotic.
Having found out the initiate for the party was going to be a cum dumpster, Betty started edging herself the day the invitation had arrived. She’d managed to build up a substantial quantity of her syrupy thick cum. The lockets contents would be kept for another time.
The service girls’ oral skills had done their job, Betty was stiff, rock hard and close to blowing. Removing her cock from between the girl’s lips, she pulled her juice covered vibrator from her pussy and placed in the girls’ mouth. “Suck on that toy a bit baby, I’ll be back soon.”
Walking towards the evenings cum target her cock swayed and curtsied only slightly as she moved; low whistles and appreciative comments came from some of the other guests. Approaching the circular table, she lit another cigarette and took in the view. The amount of cum the bound initiate was shrouded in was amazing, “Dam, can’t even see her eyes,” she thought.
Letting the cigarette dangle from her red lips, both hands wrapped around her cock and she started to masturbate. Watching as the table turned, she started to calculate the best places to release her loads. The rotating girl was already saturated, but the funnel was dry; that became her primary target.
Miss Wilcox was known for the thickness of her ejaculate and her ‘glob’ trick. When her orgasm started, she would stop the stream and tightly squeeze and release just behind her cock head. By repeating this, instead of a thick rope, separate globs of cum would fly out. Pendik Çıtır Escort With practice her marksmanship had become exceedingly accurate.
Betty’s cock started to throb, and she picked up the pace of her stokes. When her balls drew into a tight pouch, it was,” Time to fill that funnel.” Her teeth gritted, and with a rapid repetition of the word fuck coming from her lips, she started squeezing and releasing.
The first wad flew landing on the edge of the funnel, half went inside, the other half slid down the outside. With a snarl she swore and adjusting her misplaced trajectory. Four more apple sized globs popped out in rapid succession, landing squarely in the funnel gag, filling it to the brim.
On the table the bound girl immediately started thrashing against her bindings. She flared her nostrils and tried to violently snort the cum blocking them away. Her esophagus was
traveling so quick her throat look possessed as she tried to empty the funnel as fast as she could. It would be a lie to say it wasn’t a highly elicit sight.
From the time the first half ball of cum had landed into the funnel gag, and to the time it was almost drained, had been less than sixty seconds. “For someone who hates cum she sure gobbled that down fast.” Betty mused. Her cock now soft and resting against her thigh, she turned and headed back to her service girl.
The girl still had the vibrator in her mouth, but her head had dropped. From her posture it was clear the bench was taking its toll on her body. Pulling a boot knife from her shoe, Betty knelt in front of the girl and removed the vibrator. Her arms went around and behind the girls back, she whispered, “Good girl. You didn’t drop it.” and cut the wrist bindings.
The service girls’ arms had been tied for so long there was no telling how much strength remained in them. “If you put your arms around my neck, do you think you can hold on?’
the girl nodded yes. Sliding an arm under the girl’s knees and standing up, the girl yelped as she was freed of the bench. Her knees bruised and red.
Carrying the bruised girl to a lounge area she spotted a server girl. Server girls were not the same as service girls, they provided food and drinks, nothing else. A sharp whistle caught the server’s attention, and she came over. “What can I do for you miss?”
“You see that alcove with the red settee over by the window.”
“Yes Miss.”
“I want a bottle of whiskey, two glasses and a large ice bucket over there pronto, got it?”
“Yes Miss, right away.” The girl turned to get the items.
Sitting down on the Pendik Elit Escort settee Betty let the service girls back lean against the arm of the small couch, the rest of her body lay across her lap. When the bottle, ice and glasses arrived she poured two healthy sized drinks. “This is whiskey, sip it don’t chug, it’ll help your knees feel better.”
To her surprise the girl downed the drink, held out the glass and asked for more. The glass was refilled and again downed in one fell swoop. The girl’s tits had been left tied; she was still blindfolded. Removing the blind fold two beautiful emerald eyes blinked slightly adjusting to the light.
Betty grinned at the girl, “I’d say from the color of your eyes and the way you gulped that whiskey, there’s some Irish in there somewhere.” The girl parted her lips to answer, but instead a pleasurable moan came out. Her tits were being squeezed firmly, licks and gentle bites teased her nipples. When she felt the vibrator on her clit her legs spread automatically.
The green-eyed girls’ hips gyrated as the vibrator started a series of slow circles around and over the soft pink folds of her pussy. She was already flowing with juice when the toy slipped in, “Please miss, please stop,” an ice cube suddenly slid over her clit, “Oh my fuck, oh fuck…Miss STOP PLEASE!” The vibrator stopped and the girl reached up touching the locket hanging from Betty’s neck. “Have you used this yet miss?”
“Not yet any reason I should want to?” Opening the locket, she held the capsule up for the girl to see. The girl moved from the couch and stood spread legged. Long strands of juice hung from her sopping wet pussy; a puddle was starting to form on the floor. Betty poured two more glasses of whiskey, handed one to the girl and put the capsule in hers. She threw her head back and swallowed. “What’s your name girl?”
“My names Lizzy miss.” Betty eyed the girl up and down. Her long legs, perfect tits and those beautiful green eyes. The aphrodisiac worked fast; she was as hard as she’d ever been in her life.
“You know Lizzy, I’ve been known to get a bit, shall we say, over exuberant after taking these capsules. I believe the word pile-driver’s been used a few times.”
Lizzy climbed on the couch and positioned herself over top the hard cock. “I’m Irish remember? Were a tough bunch,” She dropped down and all twelve inches drove into her. “Beside I fucking love it rough.” She started plowing the cock in and out of her pussy proving it wasn’t a lie.
Betty leaned back, arms extended along the back of the couch and stretched her legs. She poured another drink, lit a cigarette, and watched a perfect set of tied torpedo tits bounce away in front of her. A delightfully tight pussy was devouring her cock, a long vibrator buzzed away in her pussy, (held fast by the elastic top of a thigh high stocking) and she blew a smoke ring smiling. “Great fucking party.”
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