I didn't think places like this actually existed, or if they did, I figured Berlin, San Francisco, Amsterdam, some other den of sin, sodomy and vice...
Well, there I was so there you go. To be fair the 'dungeon' I was housed in was just a converted brick garage on a half-acre block in the inner eastern suburbs, not actually within the bowels of some Gothic castle. But it is quite surprising what you can do with some velvet hangings, soft leather couches/benches obviously taken from a home gym, mood lighting and the like.
I was in a cage, covered with a dark blanket that didn't - a little bit to my astonishment - smell of either sweat or dog. I could obviously see nothing, and not feel much; if I reached out to the front, sides, behind and even above me I could feel the metal bars and beyond the rough cotton of the blanket. Beneath me some kind of pillow was making things a little more comfortable for my arse, which was welcome, given that Mistress Cassandra had already given me a general 'I'm horny so you bleed' beating this afternoon.
Not that I mind or even am I complaining, gosh no! My cunt drips just at the thought of those afternoon before a big night out torture sessions. However if I was going to sit in the dark I preferred to relax and meditate, all the better to keep my body in pristine condition to please whoever required it tonight.
Perched cross-legged on my pillow I sat there, my hands on my knees, my back straight, my head resting against the bars behind me. The cage itself was resting on the floor but the pillow insulated me from the cold. Because I was approaching naked. Not quite of course, but close enough.
I did have boots and black, elbow length latex gloves on. A cheap latex zip-up corset was tightly enclosed around my waist, ending just below my breasts, leaving them on show for the whole world, or the invitees to this party at any rate, to see. And of course I wore a tight black leather collar with a d-ring attached around my throat.
Mistress Cassandra had told me that we were going to a swinger's party some weeks ago but I wasn't exactly sure what the whole deal was. A slavecunt's place is not to question. I hadn't actually seen much of the venue, guests or our hosts. As soon as we'd got here I'd been bustled into the dungeon-cum-garage, divested of my coat and locked in the cage which was then covered in its darkened shroud. From the sounds of it there was a fairly (excuse the pun) swinging party going on in the main house adjacent.
Mistress Cassandra had told me a little about it; she'd come across these apparently regular parties via good old internet dating, we'd both been invited, it sounded fun and the couple organizing it were apparently well off and both pretty attractive. Sounded good to me. Although pretty much everything she says sounds good to me. My Goddess could say 'Katie eat this plate of cow shit' and it'd sound good to me!
I'm not sure how long I spent sitting in the dark, breathing deeply, focusing on stretching my muscles and generally enjoying the feeling of my body being awake and warmed up. It was at least an hour, quite probably more. But eventually I heard the door to the 'dungeon' opening and couple of male voices coming in. 'Is she here?' 'Yeah, under the blanket', 'Man, this is gonna be sick'.
They sounded young. I allowed myself a small giggle before I saw light filter in as hands gripped the cloth from the outside and pulled it from over my cage. I slipped on a sexy smile and looked up to...
Oh my! Two boys, one in an oversized pair of boxers, looked about my age (late teens) blonde, tanned, looked sporting a decent sized hard-on beneath the silk and pictures of Homer Simpson. Not bad. His companion, however...
Words like 'Greek god' and 'Adonis' come to mind. I usually dismiss guys who oil their hair, shave their bodies and spent fifty million hours a week in the gym as kind of faggy, but well, kind of faggy is actually a bit of a turn-on you know. He was tall, chiseled, olive skin, dark hair, late 20s, piercing eyes. He was wearing nothing but tight Leather Pants and a latex chest harness. He looked like some guy from a gay leather porn movie, or my fantasy of one anyway. And I was hoping that wasn't a cucumber stuck in his trousers.
He flopped it straight out, a good thick, semi hard 6 inches, nice and with growth potential. He was obviously experienced and not shy too. Good. I like
it when someone takes charge of me. He stepped up to the cage, poked his semi through the bars and said 'what are you waiting for bitch? Suck!'
It was all I could do to hasten to oblige, giving him my customary initial deep throat with slutty 'I'm such a bad girl' eyes looking up and oooooh, he just stayed impassive, his eyes saying 'I'm not impressed, keep blowing me you slut'.
I was in love!
I reached up to fondle his balls and slipped back to just keeping the head in my mouth, working my tongue in a circular motion, my other hand risking a quick tug on my freshly pierced right nipple before reaching out to balance myself on the bars and draw myself closer.
Blondie now had his cock out and was wanking it. I took my leather boy's cock out of my mouth for a second to say 'come here and poke that through honey' before returning to the job at hand. My hand enclosed leather boy's shaft and I worked my mouth up and down, swirling my tongue around the shaft, coating it with saliva.
Once he was in range I gripped Blondie with my spare hand and started vigorously pulling him off. I've never understood before in porno movies how girls can have a few cocks in front of them and swap back and forth between them, using hands and mouth, going from one to the other and maybe a third. When I have a cock in front of me I like to give it my full attention, pleasure it until it shoots its cream then do it again.
And, if I'm lucky, a third time.
I'm a dick-milker by heart really. And this isn't the first time I've sucked off a few guys at the same time, but it was the first time I got the whole smorgasbord-appeal of swapping back and forth, getting these shafts nice and wet and hard. Blondie was a fucking monster. I could now see why a kid like this - seemingly a dime a dozen on the 'dating' site we used - got invited to this apparently 'select' event. Not every eighteen year old possessed something almost as long as a 30-centimeter ruler and cut like a rock. Leather Pants wasn't quite as big, but boy was he fucking thick. I'd have lips like that freak dude from Aerosmith by the end of this!
We continued like that for a while, me using every dick-pleasuring trick I knew or could remember from the vast amount of porn I've watched. Their dicks were coated with my saliva, strands of which hung from their tools to my lips, hands, and dripped to the floor. Wet is better. And the cool leather of my heels was certainly helping my cunt stay wet in the same way as I knelt before them. The boys responded in kind, fucking my throat till I gagged, choking me, grunting, groaning, calling me names.
Leather Pants was the rougher but Blondie followed his lead, and so all it took was one slap in the face from Leather Pants to get them both violently pulling my hair, pinching my breasts and pulling on my nipple rings, even grabbing my throat and using my collar to pull me face first into the bars, leaving what I'm sure were sexy dents in my forehead.
I could feel these boys' balls tightening, they were needing some sexing. Once again Leather Pants took the lead. Slipping the latch on the cage he lifted the lid and pulled me bodily out - strong, I like that. He lowered me to the ground, letting me go about a foot from the carpet so I landed painfully. Gripping me by the collar, I was then dragged, well, I helped a lot, over to a leather-covered bench that I'm pretty sure was part of a home gym at some point. Shoving me in the direction of the bench, he commanded 'on there, on your back, now' and I eagerly obeyed.
Blondie came around the front of me, saying 'I'm going first' and with that he finally stepped out of those ridiculous boxers and spread my legs. Grabbing a condom from a pile on a side table he slipped it on but it only made it halfway up the shaft. I should've made him wear a second one in case of breakage but was too horny by this point.
Naughty, naughty. Don't do this kids.
Straddling the bench and gripping my knees, Blondie slipped his long, rock hard shaft right up into my dripping wet cunt, balls deep right away. I didn't know I went that deep! And he was so fucking hard! It was like he had a fucking dildo under the skin there or something! He started thrusting in me eagerly, long, slow, deep strokes. It felt fucking wonderful and my booted feet entwined about his butt, encouraging him in deeper.
I suddenly felt strong hands grip my ears and tilt my head back, forcing it over the lip of the bench so I was in effect looking up, although from my horizontal position it was more, I guess, backwards?
Who knows, my view was soon obstructed by a thick cock protruding from Leather Pants, which pushed past my lips and slipped down my throat. I didn't have any time to relax and choked a bit before accepting it properly and trying to work him with my throat muscles by swallowing around him.
Blondie built up his thrusts, seemingly getting - if it was even possible - deeper into me. I was well and truly being spit-roasted now. This wasn't all occurring in silence, with the various grunts, groans, heavy breathing and my choking noises, but if you've seen a porno movie you know what slightly self-
conscious group sex sounds like.
Leather Pants would've made this little scene into a great addition to any movie though. He removed his cock from my mouth, trailing saliva that he wiped off on my face, then stepped over to me, lowering his balls to my mouth. I knew what to do and within seconds I was tonguing and sucking, being careful not to do it too sharp but leaving a nice consistent suction on his balls, even as it felt like my face was being suffocated by leather.
After a few minutes of this he stepped off and again gave me his cock to lick. I was thinking, or the inner porno director in my head was at any rate, that they'd probably try and do one in the pink, one in the stink now. But god no was I wrong, and I was in for one of the hottest surprises I've had so far! Walking around behind Blondie, Leather Pants rolled on a condom and picked up some lube from the side table. He lightly tapped Blondie on the arse, and Blondie lifted himself off me, edging me forward and pushing my knees up to my chest, so my arse rolled up at more of an angle.
I got the hint and braced my knees with my hands, shifting my center of gravity on the bench so Blondie could then fuck me in a hunched-over standing position. I saw Leather Pants rubbing some lube on his finger before Blondie's cock re-entering me sent everything a bit grey at the edges for a few seconds, the next thing I know the thrusting had stopped however, and Blondie's cock was kind of just twisting and pulsing inside me. I looked up to see what was going on and it only took me a second to work it all out. Leather Pants had one hand on Blondie's shoulder and from my perspective the other disappeared behind his back. From the look of bliss on Blondie's face and the way he was gyrating his hips, I figured that those lubed up fingers were exploring his anus.
This was getting fucking hot and I didn't dare hope it was going where I suspected, and where it looked like, it was going next. I tried to stay as still as possible and concentrated on manipulating Blondie's cock in my pussy.
'You ready?' Leather Pants asked, and Blondie bit his lip and nodded, pushing deeper into me...
Here it was, oh fucking God!
I felt it from inside me as Blondie pushed forward! At the same time, he groaned and Leather Pants cried out 'oh yeah, take it, you faggot!', at which point I assumed his cock was slipping into Blondie's tight man-hole.
I'm no stranger to anal, or even DP's, so I knew some of the pleasure Blondie must be feeling right now. And I can imagine what having a tight arse on your dick must have been feeling like to Leather Pants. The fucking resumed in earnest. Blondie's thrusts took on a hard, rapid pistoning action into me, I felt like I was gradually going to be bounced off the end of the bench! I gripped tight with my arse, and the contractions in my cunt caused Blondie to thrust faster.
Bouncing as he was back and forth on Leather Pants' rod he was now groaning loudly, and Leather Pants had his hands gripping him by the shoulders, thrusting in perfect rhythm. My suspicions about him being faggy
were right and this leather god obviously knew how to fuck, perfectly balancing out Blondie's inexpert enthusiasm.
I was somewhat quiet, biting my lip, watching my tits, squashed flat by my boots, bounce as Blondie's and, by the transmission through our joined flesh, Leather Pants' thrust rippled through my body. I was trying to stay balanced but working my way to one absolute motherfucker of an orgasm.
Between Blondie's massive cock pounding me, my own horniness at the situation of being fucked by total strangers, hopefully only the first of many for that night, and the unbelievable sexiness of seeing a guy take a horse cock in the arse, something I'd fantasized about often but never actually seen in the flesh, so to speak, my cunt was pulsing, beating faster almost than my heart.
I couldn't take it any longer and with a great cry I bucked and came, rolling slightly to the side, I upset everybody's rhythm as I threw out my right arm and leg to stop myself falling from the bench. The boys stopped but Blondie left his cock in me as I bucked and came, my orgasms going all multiple and passing from on to another in quick succession.
Almost before I got my breath back Leather Pants was at the top of the bench again, and dragging me upright by my hair, he practically hurled me across the room where I tripped and bounced off a couch, falling to my hands and knees in front of it. A hand gripped my collar and pulled me upright, and I only needed one glance at both my boys jerking their cocks in their tightly enclosed fists to know what was going on. I sat on my haunches, tilted my hair back, opened my mouth, and lifted my breasts up with my hands.
Almost before I'd assumed the position their cum started landing in warm, sticky spurts, flooding out of the ends of their cocks in an almost constant stream and dripping onto my face and upright tits. It made the perfect ending to our little porno-scene here in the 'dungeon'. Leather Pants reached over and started milking Blondie, and I came a little all over my feet. The way he had to control the situation was so goddamn hot.
Before I knew it, before I even had time to catch my breath and properly thank them, Blondie was shoving his cock gingerly back into his shorts. Leather Pa