Lesbian BDSM Big Bundle

by Sasha Bond

  "You know you want this. You know you fuckin’ love this. Green light, beautiful?"

  It was Carl. I couldn't turn my head to look, but I knew the sound of his voice. It relieved me instantly, just to know he was there. And he was right. I did love it. But it still didn't stop that blissfully cruel pain. A few strokes later, I felt the guy tense up, groan and loose his load in my aching anal cavity. He stood there, shuddering, growling a bit, before he pulled out. As the fresh cum oozed from my sore ass I felt a little splash onto my lower leg.

  ***

  "Damn, that was the tightest thing I ever fucked!"

  He slapped my ass a few times. Carl removed his hand from my mouth and leaned in to whisper in my ear again.

  "Are you okay? Green light?"

  "Green-ish. Maybe a bit yellow." I panted, giggling a little, still reeling from the pain. “And where the fuck have you been anyway? What happened to calling me? You said I was special. Was that all bullshit…I mean…”

  Carl grabbed my hair and turned my head.

  "Silence, Slave." He yelled before lowering his mouth to my ear and whispering. “It’s just a game in here. This is part of your revenge. Just trust me. Play along and we’ll talk later…”

  “Yes, Master” I said, as another bolt of pleasurable pain tore through my ass. I did trust him, I just didn’t know why.

  "Now what?" shouted someone from my right.

  Still blindfolded, I turned my head in Carl’s direction.

  "I'm not running the show tonight. It's someone else’s turn" he whispered.

  ***

  "Bring her over to the table" said a female voice.

  The spreader bar was removed. I was picked up and flipped over, then carried by two guys to what looked like a portable medical exam table with stirrups, like for a pelvic exam. My ankles were chained to the stirrups, exposing my pussy. They removed my slave jewellery and chained me to the table. Someone moved to stand over me.

  "Look at our slut, all chained up and helpless."

  This woman’s voice and sent a bolt of nervous excitement straight through my stomach.

  "I don't think you enjoyed that ass fuck, did you, slave?

  "I'm not sure, Miss."

  "I am not ‘Miss’. I am your Master, too. Did you cum? Like a good girl?"

  "No, Master."

  There was silence for a few seconds followed by a familiar squelching sound. Blindfolded and aroused, with my nipples harder than I ever recalled, that sound was unmistakable to my ears. It was the sound of fingers sliding into a wet pussy. The soft groan that fell from her lips confirmed my suspicions. A few seconds later, I felt long fingernails caressing my mouth.

  “Taste me” she said, sliding her slender fingers deep inside my mouth. I had never tasted a woman before and that sweet, sticky cream was delicious.

  “I think she likes it!” Carl offered, as I licked over the palm of her whole hand.

  “All good things come to those who wait, slave” she whispered. “Would you like a cock?”

  “It’s up to you, Master” I said, my pussy twitching and aching to be touched.

  ***

  "Tonight's opening game is to show that even though we enjoy hurting our slave, we can also be generous. She hasn't cum yet, but she will now. A lady deserves to cum."

  She spoke through a smile in her voice.

  "We're going to work on your perfect pussy. And I'm ordering you to cum as many times as you can. But every time you cum, that's how many times each guy is going to whip you when we're done. If you don't cum at all, then it's a free-for-all, and they can all whip you as much as they want."

  I so desperately needed an orgasm and I knew the rules. I felt a hand on my head and the voice that fell in my ear was Carl’s.

  “Listen” he said, “You don’t have to do this. I know you never wanted a woman. But we’re all the same, deep down. We’re all the same Emma, remember that. And if you can just let yourself go, surrender to the moment…it will all become very clear. You can trust me, Emma. And maybe when this is over, you and I…”

  He let the sentence tail away as the woman spoke again.

  "Who wants to start with this? Liam?"

  “It’s a dildo” Carl whispered, still holding my head. “A big one. It has spikes on it and is designed to hit your clit and G-spot simultaneously. Just enjoy it and…”

  “Who the fuck are you? Her personal helper?” the woman shouted towards Carl, causing the group to laugh and chuckle. “She is our slave, Carl. She does not need your help.”

  I felt Carl’s hands lose my forehead. “It will all become clear” he whispered again. “And I will not be far away.” He cleared his throat, increasing the volume of his voice. “Do with the slave as you please.” He must’ve sensed my apprehension because before I heard his footsteps walk away, he gently squeezed my fingers with his unmistakable touch.

  ***

  “Remove her blindfold, she deserves to see this…” said the only female voice in the room.

  Someone yanked off my blindfold. It took a few seconds for my eyes to focus. As my blurry vision settled, I made out at least twenty naked bodies. For some reason, my eyes searched for Carl.

  The naked woman, around my age, approached me. I thought I had seen her before somewhere, like that feeling you get when you can’t quite remember. She was gorgeous. Her slender figure was not dissimilar to my own, but her breasts were much bigger. She had the line of a six-pack in the centre of her stomach and I noticed a small scar above her navel. Her red pubic hair was neatly cropped into a small V-shape above her neat and clean-shaven pussy. I could see her clit was already quite pronounced. She held a huge vibrator wand, with some large attachment shaped like a small-sized, fat dildo. It was covered with little white spiky things, and had a curved part at the front and back that would vibrate my clit and my G-spot.

  She turned it on, grinning through her sparkling white teeth, bumping the speed up a notch. Before I knew it, she was spreading my pussy lips with her other hand. Still grinning she lowered the dildo and jammed it inside me. I tried to press my knees together against this invasion, whimpering a bit.

  "Keep her thighs open!" she ordered.

  Two guys stepped in and held me at the thighs and knees, tightly. I couldn't move my legs at all. That's always been a huge turn on for me, and my libido began to pulse my pussy. Spitting to create more lube, she worked the massive thing in and out a few times. Then she pressed it against my clit and pushed another button. It slowed down a bit, then sped up, louder and faster, then went back to the slower speed. That happened only twice before I felt a massive orgasm overtake me. I was so sensitive, I'm surprised it took that long. Everyone in the room cheered and clapped. My orgasmic eyes still searched for Car.

  "That's a big one!" someone shouted.

  "Keep her going!" someone else ordered.

  I was trying to close my legs to protect my swollen clit, which was still buzzing with the orgasm that just rocked through me. This was the part where usually I wanted my lover to back off and let me bask in the afterglow, but my Master had other plans.

  Some guy jogged over and, like a thirsty cat, he pushed his head in between my legs, flicking and lapping at my clit with his smooth tongue. I started to scream but she clamped her hand over my mouth.

  "Suck it up, whore. You should love this!"

  I could barely register what she was saying, the feeling was so intense. I hadn't had oral sex in a while; my ex-boyfriend didn't like going down on me and when he did, it wasn't very good. Whoever this guy was that was lapping at me, he seemed to enjoy giving a good tonguing; and he was good. He shoved his tongue deep in my pussy, giving my poor clit a brief rest; but not for long.

  After a few moments he started flicking and licking at my clit. I felt the heat building, even more intense than last time. I felt like the second orgasm explode and rip through me, stronger than anything I'd ever felt. My whole body shook as two guys skipped over and held me in place. I writhed
for around, squirming for what felt like several minutes. I couldn't scream with the hand firmly wrapped across my mouth, but I panted and groaned, crazy with the strain.

  "Look at this filthy whore! Two orgasms back to back! She just can't get enough!" she said, laughing at my spasmodic body movements.

  “She’s getting all the fun. I’m going to give her a huge one…but someone needs to fuck me while I do it. You slave…” she said, removing her hand from my mouth and looking me deep in the eye. Her stare was intense and I could smell her arousal. “You must choose who fucks me while I give you an orgasm you will never forget!”

  I looked around the room, still guessing there must be twenty or more naked guys there. “Faster! Choose one!” she said, ramming the dildo deep inside me. I groaned with pleasure as it filled me entirely. Dazed and confused from two mind-blowing orgasms, I continued to scan the room. Most of the guys were semi erect, some of them dripping with pre-cum. But my eyes quickly fell on Carl. His arms were folded and his thick dick was proudly erect, ready for action. I pointed my finger in his direction and, as she turned her head to follow my finger, my blurry vision caught him shaking his head. “No” he mouthed at me, still shaking his head. There was that connection again. It was indescribable, like we had known each other for a whole lifetime.

  “Carl?” she asked me, smiling.

  Again, my peripheral vision caught Carl slowly shaking his head.

  “No” I said, sighing heavily. “Tom. Tom needs to fuck you with his massive dick.”

  ***

  Tom took no time in approaching the table. She grinned as he stood behind her. His dick was at least nine inches long and thicker than I had ever seen. The vein that ran up the left side of his member was swelled full with blood. He gently pushed her forward and, as he did so, she forcefully pushed the dildo deeper inside me. I winced a little at this pleasure-filled pain and watched on as Tom circled the tip of his dick around her ass and pussy. I couldn’t quite see as he thrust his cock inside her, but the look in her eyes told me all I needed to know.

  “Fuck” she groaned, clearly overwhelmed at the size of his huge penis filling her up. As the began to rhythmically thrust, the natural movement of her swaying body began to slide the vibrating dildo in and out of my wet hole. The pleasure was overwhelming and as I spotted several guys begin to stroke their cocks, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I orgasmed.

  “Untie my hand and let me stroke your clit” I said, gasping, not far from climax. She glared down at me, the vein in her neck throbbing with wholesome pleasure.

  “You’re the slave, do not tell me what to do” she said, rolling her eyes.

  “It’s up to you” I said, the dildo rammed deep up inside me “But you look like you need it…”

  She smiled, rocking back and forwards on Tom’s massive dick.

  “Someone remove her the strap on her left hand” she shouted, her eyes darting backwards and forwards. “Quickly!” she shouted again.

  Carl was quick to arrive and fumbled to unstrap my wrist. I instantly reached in between her legs, locating her wet and swollen clitoris. I rubbed my thumb over her bud, my forefinger glided across the thrusting shaft of Tom’s cock.

  “Oooooooh” she moaned, deeply, as I continued to circle her aching clit. “I’m going to cum” she mouthed, as I increased the pressure and speed. To my left, Carl’s cock twitched and oozed a little pre-cum.

  “Let’s all cum together” I said, seconds from exploding. “In her mouth” I said to Carl. “Cum in her mouth.”

  Carl walked around the bed, sitting at the base and lifting up his dick. She shoved it deep into her throat, gagging as she did so. The sensation in my pussy was overwhelming as her finger caught the ‘max’ button. The buzzing inside me hit both my G-spot and my clit and my legs began to spasm uncontrollably.

  “I’m cumming” I moaned, as Tom’s legs began to shake and his speed intensified.

  “Me too” she muttered, with a mouthful of Carl’s hard dick.

  We all came together. Carl groaned, forcing her head down. The gargling sound of his spunk hitting the back of her throat was mixed with the squelching sound of Tom’s final thrusts. Her eyes rolled in her head as the full body orgasm ripped through her. Her stomach muscles tightened, her legs buckled and she whimpered inaudible sounds. My orgasm lasted for around thirty seconds. Wave after wave of spasms erupted through me. My clit throbbed and ached and with each vibration my whole body shuddered with release. I pulled my hand away from her drenched vagina and quickly pressed the off-button at the base of the huge vibrator. As I pulled out the dildo, it flopped onto the table, sliding and squelching with the mixture of my cum. She released Carl’s cock from her lips; swathes of semen dripped from her mouth as Tom pushed one final time, deep inside her.

  ***

  When everyone had calmed down most of the guys began to head for the showers.

  “Where are you all going?” she yelled. “She came three times. The rules were clear. She would be punished for each orgasm. Each one you must whip her three times.”

  The twenty or so guys all stood to attention. Carl, whose cock was still dripping with post-orgasm stickiness, stared down at me. I was exhausted. The look in his eyes silently asked me to ‘safe word?’ I simply felt too exhausted to speak. She threw the whip to a short guy as he marched towards me.

  “Remove the rest of the straps and get her on all fours” she barked.

  As someone roughly began to remove my ankle straps, Carl looked down at me again. He raised his eyebrow, once again silently asking if I was okay.

  “No” he shouted, more sternly than I had ever heard. “There will be no more punishments. Today’s games are at a close. Everyone, go home.”

  She looked at him in anger. “Who the fuck do you think you are, Carl? She’s our slave for the day. She’s not some princess that needs protecting. She came to us. She wants this…”

  Carl stood and leaned his face into hers.

  “Who I think I am” he said slowly, “is the guy whose load you just swallowed. Who I think I am…is the owner of that cum that I can smell on your breath. Does that make it clear? Now…why don’t you go home and fuck your little boyfriend!”

  She looked a little hurt and angry; lost for words.

  “All of you. Go home” he shouted again. “Today’s games are over. I will be in touch.”

  Like faithful servants with slumped shoulders, they all made their way towards the showers.

  “I don’t know why you’re mentioning my boyfriend” she said, covering herself slightly, clearly feeling more vulnerable.

  “Because he’s a prick. And you’re a gold digging slut. Now, go home.”

  The anger in Carl’s took us both by surprise.

  “Clean yourself up and relax a little. The hotel suite is your for another three hours, make the most of it. Meet me at Café Morgan in the High Street at noon tomorrow. Okay?”

  I was so exhausted, I simply nodded. He smiled, leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead. “Rest up” he said, gliding his palm over my over-sensitised nipple. “Off you go!” he shouted at her, clicking his fingers. She picked up the whip and headed for the showers. He winked at me and followed behind her.

  ***

  I checked my watch. It was 11.55am when I entered Café Morgan. I ordered a coffee and sat down in a booth by the window. As I perched myself into the red padded seat, my ass throbbed a little. I wriggled to get comfortable. That’s when I saw him walking down the High Street, about three hundred yards away. Carl had an unmistakable swagger. His arms jutted a little and his posture was always permanently straight and masculine.

  “We appear to have flipped the dating game on its head Emma.”

  I barely even heard the words that he spoke. I was transfixed on his blue eyes as he sat down and waved at the waiter for a coffee. I shrugged my shoulders.

  “The whole dating game, Emma. We supposed to meet here, talk. Meet up again, talk some more…then fuck. We’
ve done it all backwards.”

  The Chinese waiter bought over his drink and placed it in front of him, winking.

  “Why is he winking at you? Have you bought girls here before? Does he know what I am? What we did?”

  Carl let out a little chuckle. “Paranoid much?” he said, laughing. “I don’t know if he knows you. Have you been here before? And yes, he is probably winking because of ‘what you are.’ And yes again, I have bought girls here before.”

  I grabbed my bag and stood up to leave. God my ass muscles ached.

  “Sit down, Emma. The drama doesn’t suit you.”

  I was in no mood to argue and I hadn’t finished my coffee, so I sat back down.

  “I said the waiter winked because of what you are…because what you are is the most stunningly beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. And the girls I have bought here before are my sister…and my mum.”

  No one had spoken to me with such deep sincerity before and I felt my cheeks blush. Us girls get a little nervous about guys seeing us naked. We worry it ruin the illusion. But here he was, this perfect guy, having seen every inch of me, having slid his penis inside me and looking me deep in the eye…and still saying I was beautiful.

  “I didn’t want to feel this way, Emma. But things are about to get complicated.”