Ganged in New York: 3-Book Bundle: Outnumbered Lady-Cop, Ganged by Yakuza, & Burgled!

by Malicia Paine

  "But I knew Gary couldn't hold out forever. He told me he was just waiting for you to be ready. Do you feel ready, Missus Bennett?"

  I honestly still didn't know. So I shrugged.

  "That's okay," he said. "Listen. Gary told me all about what was going down tonight. Everybody but you, 'til just now apparently. But don't you worry, Missus Bee. He told me to keep an eye out for you. And these people…they're good people. I don't think anything bad's gonna happen. Well, I mean, bad things will happen, but nothing too bad. The good kind of bad. Know what I'm sayin', girl?"

  I nodded. That did make me feel quite a bit better. I trusted Chet. I spent a lot of time alone with him, and I always felt about as safe with him as I did with Master.

  "Just let me know if you need something, okay? Like if you have to go to the little girl's room, just blink frantically at me or something."

  I nodded.

  He smiled looking me up and down again.

  "May I?" he said, extending a palm to my breast.

  "Mmm-hmm," I said, pairing that with a nod for clarity.

  Chet reached for my breasts and felt them with his hands, running over them gently and then down my sides and around my back.

  "Girl, you are a dime and a half," he said. "I can see why Gary went so gaga over you. Shit, girl, yo curves deserve they own names."

  I blushed a little, and looked away.

  I looked him in the eyes. For the first time—I think, ever, at least since I first met Gary Bennett—there was a second man I knew I wanted. It wasn't quite the way I wanted Master. He would always be my number one. But now, I think I was finding room in my heart for a number two.

  "You know, Gary and me, and we used to share a lot of things."

  "Mmm-hmm?"

  "Uh-huh. Lot of things. Stories…Joints…Girls…"

  "Mmm-hmm?" I said again, now getting really hot and bothered down below.

  Chet's hands slowly worked their way down my belly, and traced around my inner thighs. And then he…

  "Mmmmff," I gasped with pleasure as I felt his finger tips reach the outer lips of my pussy.

  "Damn, girl," he said. "You are good to go. I've barely even touched you, and you're wet as a Florida bayou."

  I giggled a little, half at his choice of words, and half at the fact that…yes…okay…I was extremely wet right now. Wet for Chet.

  "This feel good, girl?" he said, letting his fingers drive my pussy wild. They felt so good.

  "Mmm-hmmm," I moaned.

  Chet smiled.

  "Hey," came another male voice.

  It was Roland—or Roly, as he was often called—an unfortunate name, given his state of rotundity. He was a business associate of Gary's. Actually, he was one of the other two owners of the club where I'd first met Gary. I'd never talked to him directly back then, but I've had numerous occasions to socialize with him since. Roly isn't exactly what I would describe as an attractive man. He's rather short and stout—though to be fair, I'm probably still shorter. Wearing these heels, we appear to be close to the same height. He's fat and sweats a lot. It gives his hair a permanent greasy look, and his armpits are always running with sweat down his dress shirts. But he is a really nice guy. I've been told that, in the community, he's a switch, and that when Roly dominates, he usually does so in a more casual and congenial way than a domineering one.

  "S'up, Roly?" said Chet.

  "I think my cock is now. Sweet Jesus Mary and Joseph, Kayla, look at you. You look good enough to eat."

  "Something tells me you've had enough to eat already, huh, big guy?"

  Chet patted Roly on the tummy—which I thought was pretty rude—but then apparently Roly just laid one back at him.

  "Ah, go wax your dome head, baldy," he said.

  Chet covered his head and dropped his jaw. He made a look of mock indignation. Then all three of us had a laugh.

  Roly was another of the old circle Gary used to hang with in his youth. He had gone to a different high school than Gary and Chet, but they'd met at a party in college and had been friends ever since.

  "Anyway," said Roly, "that's not the kind of eating I'm talking about…if you get my meaning…"

  Then both of the boys laughed some more, and my face turned red.

  "Having a good time, sweetie?" Roly said seeming to see my eyes now.

  I nodded. This really wasn't as bad—so far—as I thought it would be. Because I knew these two men. I felt safe with, and frankly, kind of attracted to Chet. And Roly, well, he could always make me laugh. And though I would probably never give him a second glance if I met him in a club, I still knew he was a sweet guy. If there were any two guys at this party I'd want teasing and playing with me, it would be these two.

  "May I?" he asked.

  I nodded.

  Then Roly put his hands all over me too, tracing the contours of my body, his expression almost innocent—like that of a chubby kid in a candy store. Actually the thought almost made me laugh. I had to behave myself though. I was the one being humiliated and judged after all, not Roly.

  I felt a second pair of hands on me again now too, and looked back to see that Chet was also still here too, running his hands all over me. Having two men run their hands on me at once like this—it felt so good! It felt so wrong, and yet…so right! They were just two boys after all. Two boys who both hadn't really changed so much since the years they'd been in college. I guess that was a decade or so ago for them. I could imagine the boys that they were, and that I probably wasn't that much older now than the girls they'd shared back then.

  I looked up at my husband who peered over the crowd, watching me, his emotion unreadable from his facial expression.

  Was this making him happy? Was I perhaps making him jealous? God, I would die if I thought I was making him jealous. But he just kept watching calmly. He would do something if he didn't like what he was seeing, wouldn't he?

  "Kayla," said Roly. "May I please eat your pussy?"

  My jaw would have dropped, had my mouth not already been pried wide open by the ball-gag. I took a moment to look him over.

  Roly smiled obsequiously.

  I looked at Chet, who smiled and gave a nod. I looked up at Gary, whose face remained unreadable.

  I nodded, letting out a whimper as I did. It was humiliating, but my pussy ached for the attention.

  Roly got to his knees. He pulled aside the base of my panties, and started to lick.

  I let out a gasp of ecstasy. Roly's tongue felt wonderful as it explored my pussy. I never could have imagined that Roly, of all people, could make me feel this good.

  Chet, for his part, continued to fondle my tits from behind, as he ground his—evidently throbbing—cock into my backside. Feeling just how turned on Chet was, amplified just how hot I was getting. I breathed heavier and heavier, getting closer and closer to crying out, gasping and slobbering through my ball-gag.

  Then Roly stopped. Why did he stop? I wanted to ask. But as it was, I was still gagged, and at the mercy of whatever the boys wanted to do—or stop doing, in this case—with me.

  "My knees just aren't what they used to be," he said, as if in answer.

  He lowered himself into a sitting position.

  "Better yet, why don't you just lie your ass down," said Chet. "Make Kayla here do some of the work."

  "Sounds good to me," Roly replied.

  Roly lay down on the ground.

  Chet peeled off my panties, and then helped me to my knees, spreading my legs on either side around Roly.

  Naked now, from the tits down, I lowered myself onto Roly's face. He continued to make delightful swirls around my clit with his tongue. I moaned in ecstasy through my gag.

  "Here, girl. Let's get that off you," said Chet.

  Chet undid my gag, took it out, and left it hanging loosely around my neck.

  I licked my lips and stretched my jaw.

  "Ah," I sighed. "Thank you. I…"

  Chet—with his bulging crotch pretty much exactly level w
ith my face—unzipped his fly, and pulled out a massive cock. It was quite big, like Master's. Could it possibly have been even bigger? I was getting too horny to tell. But it was big. And from a fine black specimen like Chet, I suppose I should have expected no less.

  "How would you like to make my night, girl?"

  I didn't even have to answer. I eagerly learned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth.

  "Damn, girl," he said with a smile. "I wasn't expecting you to be this eager!"

  "I wasn't either," I said, pulling off from his cock momentarily. "But your cock is so big and beautiful, sir."

  We smiled at each other. This was so wrong. But it felt so good.

  "Get back on there, you sycophant," he said, and put both hands behind my head and pulled me back onto his throbbing cock.

  Chet and I locked eyes as I continued to suck him with everything I had. For his part, he cupped his hands around my face like I was some kind of treasure. I felt cherished. I liked that he was somehow the perfect combination of gentle and forceful at the same time.

  Other men and women from the party started gathering around us now, as we grew more and more noisy.

  Roly's tongue felt wonderful down below. And the sight of this muscular, handsome black man—this totally new kinky side of good ol' Chet—was such a turn on.

  I swirled my own tongue to drive Chet wild too. I wanted to come, and I wanted to make this beautiful black man's cock cum too—right in my mouth—so I could drink it all down like a good girl.

  Then I started to come—my first orgasm at Roly's hand, or, his mouth, more accurately—and I felt my pussy contract like crazy, all while Roly continued to work my clit with his tongue.

  Chet's eyes bugged out a little, and his jaw dropped, and I could feel his cock swelling more and more inside my mouth. He was about to cum too, I realized.

  When Chet came, I felt his warm load fill my mouth. Salty, but delicious nonetheless. I swallowed it all down like a good girl. I never broke my gaze from his. It was the first blowjob I'd given another man since I'd met Gary. And it was positively magical!

  Finally, he took his cock out of my mouth and then cupped my face in his hands.

  "Damn, girl. Just…dayumm…you are really something."

  He put his cock back in his pants, and then Roly slid up the floor a little.

  "I'm not going to let you guys have all the fun."

  From his jacket pocket, Roly produced a condom, and rolled in onto his cock. He was a little smaller, but then again, he was about to…oh god, oral sex was one thing but he was about to…

  I looked up at Gary. At Master. And there he was, still watching, his face still unreadable.

  "You ready?" said Roly.

  I looked down at him as he put his hands on my naked hips, ready to lower me down. But true to form, he didn't just ram me down. He was asking permission like a gentleman.

  "For the love of god, yes," I whined impatiently.

  This got a laugh from Chet. I heard a few other chuckles in the gathering crowd too.

  Roly lowered me down onto his cock, and began making grunting noises. I looked up again at Master. Is this okay, Master? Is this what you want? Oh god, it feels so wrong and yet…so…fucking…good.

  "Can I have a go?" asked a stout man I didn't even recognize. I couldn't even tell if he was native American or Hispanic. Or possible something else.

  "Yes," I said, without hesitation. Whoever he was, who was I to deny him after pleasing two men? Well…I mean…I was still in the midst of pleasing Roly…

  This next man put his erect cock into my mouth. It was smaller than Chet's, which meant I stood a chance of actually deep-throating him, which I tried to do, though I didn't exactly have a lot of control from this position. Luckily, control was one thing they really didn't need me to have. He took me by the collar and yanked my head onto his cock, and it wasn't long before I had a second mouthload of cum.

  And then a third.

  And then a fourth.

  Pretty soon, I'd lost count of how many cocks were entering either my pussy or my mouth. I didn't know what to do with all that semen, so I just kept swallowing it all. After awhile, I was beginning to feel like I'd had a three-course meal. If all three of those courses were soup, mind you. Salty soup!

  Then, of course, there were the countless orgasms that I had, at the hands of so many different men. I couldn't even keep track of them. They'd become somewhat of a blur, though I was glad that it had been Chet and Roly who'd broken me in first. They were sweet, and I couldn't help but feel like I kind of wanted to fuck them again. Which surprised me in Roly's case, I'll admit. But my husband's friends…They're actually pretty hot!

  Then, finally, I found myself eating a pussy. My first pussy. And I'll say this much. This is something I've never, ever wanted to do.

  Until now.

  For some strange reason.

  It wasn't so much that I'd suddenly become bisexual. I'm not. I always have been—and always will be—attracted to men. However—in this specific case—we get into a bit of a grey area. Because really, though I was ostensibly giving cunnilingus to please another woman, when I looked up at my husband, I realized I was actually doing it to please him.

  It was a very tall and lean girl I only passively recognized as another of my husband's many kinky friends. A lesbian, who'd come with her girlfriend. For all I knew, her girlfriend was next in line…It also took a lot longer to get her off than it did with the men, I noted. Although maybe that's because I'm not as used to pussies as I am cocks. But by the time this woman was in the final tremors of her orgasm, I realized that a part of me kind of wanted to do that again.

  But—disappointingly, I might add, which kind of surprised me—that was the only pussy I ate that night. Maybe Master thought that was enough experimentation for one night.

  I began to wonder if Master had actually orchestrated the whole procession. It hadn't been quite so many as I had thought. There were—it turned out—other submissives here at play as well, so that took some of the pressure off me. Could you imagine being the only slave in a room with nothing but a hundred Masters and Mistresses? I giggled a little at the thought. I wonder...? Would that be something Master would build me up to? Would that be something I might even someday beg him to try?

  "So, do you want the gag back in, or should I leave it out," asked Chet, helping me to me feet.

  I thought about it. I smiled at him.

  "What the hell. Put it back in," I said. "Oh, but first—you said to let you know if I needed to use the little girl's room. Well, I do now. Pretty badly actually."

  "Of course," he said with a nod. "You want me to get a girl to help you, or..."

  "No, I can manage. I only have to pee. I just need you to lead me there and open the door for me."

  He nodded, then put the gag back into my mouth.

  Chet took me by the collar and led me to the ground floor washroom. I kind of enjoyed that; it felt a little like I was his slave now. I wondered whimsically what it might be like to bet Chet's pet for a night. Chet's wet pet.

  Chet opened the bathroom door for me.

  "There you go, Missus Bee. Just knock with your foot when you want out," he said.

  "Mmm-hmm," I said through my gag, and then went into the bathroom.

  ****

  Finally, once in the bathroom, I was alone. I stood there for a few moments trying to come down from the high of having so much male—and some female—attention, all while tied like this. I looked at myself in the mirror, evaluating the way I looked in the ball-gag, the armbinder and the high heels, and basically nothing else. I did look pretty irresistible like this. Heck, I worried I might even turn myself on! Was Master proud of me, I wondered?

  I sat down on the toilet and peed. It had been getting urgent, so it felt really good. I'd been holding it in pretty badly by the end there.

  Then I heard the lock on the door latch. Was that Chet? What was he up to?

  I stoo
d up and walked around to look.

  Then I froze in place.

  It wasn't Chet.

  It was Mei Wen, wearing a leather dominatrix outfit and brandishing a riding crop. And the look she was giving me didn't just look sadistic. It looked psychopathic.

  For the first time of the night, I felt real fear. Not just the apprehensions about the party. Genuine, unadulterated fear. Outside, I had Master, Chet, and Roly looking out for me. In here, I was alone with a woman who may well want me dead. Or perhaps worse…

  "Hello, Kayla. Remember me?"

  How could I forget?

  I didn't answer. I literally couldn't; I was still gagged. I gathered the question was largely rhetorical anyway.

  "Of course you do. You're the little gold-digging cunt who stole Gary away from me.

  "Mmmff," I cried

  I tried to yell as loudly as possible, but with the noise going on outside, paired with the gag, I was realizing—much to my terror—that whatever it was that Mei had planned for me, was going to happen. I was in basically no position to stop her. I was in such deep shit!

  Much to my embarrassment—I don't mind telling you—I started to cry. Like I said, I was scared.

  Then Mei darted towards me.

  "You bitch!" she shrieked.

  She slapped me hard across the face. So hard I went reeling, and stumbled backwards.

  Mei tackled me to the floor.

  I flailed my legs at her, trying to kick her off. But there was just no way. I was so helpless right now, with my arms trapped in the binder as they were, pinned at the elbows.

  She lowered her pussy onto my nose, and I couldn't breathe. I just flailed and cried.

  "I'm going to fuck your face while I destroy your pussy. And I don't just mean that as a clever euphemism for sex!"

  I continued to cry, gasping for air.

  "Shut up," she said. "Just be glad that I'm feeling generous enough not to kill you. Then again…"

  Mei smacked the crop down on the lips of my pussy as hard as she could.

  I shrieked. The sting on my pussy was agony, and I felt pure terror as she lowered her pussy over my nose again, holding my head still with her strong thighs. I was either going to suffocate in here, I thought, or…