Prior to the party

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Prior to the partyIt was the evening of the first CD/TV party in Melbourne following the long year of Covid lockdown. My Mistress and I had arranged to meet up at a motel nearby the venue prior to the start of the party. She could prepare without rushing, and I could meet her there, and we could then proceed and arrive together at the party.About 7:30 or so I knocked on the door of the unit, having had the unit’s number texted to me during the afternoon. Luckily there was a parking spot right outside the unit so I did not have to walk too far and expose myself too much.Mistress opened the door. Wow! She looked amazing! Thigh high boots, a tight dress, sexy, but fairly conservative for her. I suppose we were going to be at a public location, even if it was an event for CDs and TV’s, so she could not go too far or too outrageous. Quieter makeup than usual for Mistress, but she looked just so edible.I almost fell through the door and into her arms. We kissed. Immediately. Full on the lips. Hungrily. And though were were both fully made up, I suppose we figured we could readjust any makeup or lippy which we may spoil before heading off.I was also dressed fairly conservatively. A dark red lacy dress, just above knee length, red half-boots, sheer grey stockings, various baubles; the very picture of a chubby middle-aged housewife. LOL. Only my fiery flaming red lipstick betrayed my inner sluttishness. Of, and of course, what was not visible: the cage locking away my naughty little clitty.We had moved beside the bed, and Mistress pushed away, and laid down; it was obvious what I was to do. I climbed on the side of the bed, and started at her feet, licking her gorgeous boots. Upward licks, moving higher each time. Lifting the hem of her dress, my head brushing against her panties as I licked to the junction of boots and exposed thigh. Then softly across that line, both sides, my hair again brushing lightly on her panties. I was getting desperate now, frantic even, as I slowly peeled her panties down, exposing her to the cool aircon, and to my attention. She was ready, hard, and I licked her length, back and forth. I softly kissed her, and her smooth pubis, holding her firmly. I licked around the top, coating it with ample saliva, taking her shallowly into my warm mouth, savouring her smoothness, and oooooh… greeted with a sweet little drip of welcome. This spurred me on further, and I started devouring her, taking her deeper and deeper. I knew I would have to fix my makeup and lippy now before we went out, but I was beyond caring. Bobbing up and down, iskenderun escort holding her like a joystick, I felt Mistress’s hand go onto my head. Ohhhhhh… I loved this. Her firm guidance, her insistence that I perform my task exactly as she wanted, not as I might desire. Pushing me lower, causing me to choke, then lifting up. Then pushing me down again, holding me, gasping for air, then releasing. I heard Mistress’s phone buzz a message, and lifted my head off. But she pushed me back to my ministrations, “Continue, my slut.”She fiddled with her phone while I did indeed continue, but then she abruptly pulled my head back. “Enough for now,” she said, and started straightening her clothes, getting off the bed. I did likewise. I assumed we were to be going to the party now; rather early I thought.”Just wait,” she ordered, as she moved a chair to the middle of the room, and then went to her bag. She returned with a ten inch dildo, a tube of lube, and a towel. She handed the items to me. It was pretty obvious what I was to do.I applied some lube to my fingers and, sliding aside my panties a little, spread plenty of the slippery goo around and inside my tight little hole. I then placed the suction cup of the dildo onto the chair, and spread lots of lube onto it as well. Finally, I set about the harder task. I slowly eased myself onto the huge plastic penis. Even though I had prepared during the afternoon, I was still a tight girl. It was not easy. But after some time, and some more lubricant, I finally managed to ease fully onto the giant intruder. I wiped about the base, and cleaned off my hands with the towel.Sitting there, fully impaled, Mistress watching me intently, I felt pleased that I had performed this little task for her. She moved towards me, and placed a scarf or something around my eyes, tying it off behind my head, blindfolding me entirely. We had played like this before, once or twice, and I was looking forward to what came next.But then… there was a knock at the door. What??? I was startled. “Don’t move,” Mistress ordered. “Do exactly as I say.”My blood ran cold. Icy dread pulsed through me, but it was tinged with the slightest sliver of perverse excitement.Mistress opened the door, and exchanged greetings with the visitor. The voice was masculine. I supposed. Fairly quiet. “Here she is, as I promised,” Mistress said, and giggled a little. “Wow,” the visitor said. “And she’ll…””Oh yes,” Mistress finished. “She certainly will.”I felt the guest moving around me. My heart was adapazarı escort thumping, I could feel the pulse in my ears! I was clenching so tightly to the monster cock embedded inside me, and my hands were trembling.”Feel free,” Mistress said. “Touch her.”Hands ran across my head. I snapped around towards them. Hands ran across my shoulders. Down the side of my face. Hands squeezed my boobies. I knew instinctively not to talk. I’m sure Mistress would ask me to reply if she wanted it. I did moan a little as my breasts were caressed however. And as a hand ran across my cheek, I opened my mouth, and licked at a finger. “Will she do?” Mistress asked.”Oh yes. Thank you,” replied the visitor.”Well, Mistress said, “Go ahead. You know what we agreed.”A rustling of clothing, and then, body right against me as I sat on the chair, totally filled with the huge dildo, I felt a softness against my cheek. Oh. Aha.I nuzzled towards it, opening my mouth, ensuring my lips were damp with my tongue. And then it was there. It was either some man’s cock, or some girl’s clit, but whatever it was, it was at my lips, and I knew that I had a job to do.I licked with my lips, and slurped with my tongue, coating it with my saliva. I took the head into my mouth, and raised my hands to get a better hold of the situation. My hands were slapped down. “No hands, slut,” Mistress ordered.No problem. By now I was starting to get a rhythm, taking the visitor’s member in a little way, and then out again, in and out. Sometimes going a little deeper, sometimes only shallow. I was getting an impression of its size; not too big, not too small. Just right. I hoped I would be able to take it all the way. At least my play with Mistress a few minutes before had prepared me and relaxed my throat somewhat.Gods! I felt such a slut! Sucking, gagging on this complete stranger’s member, while sitting, effectively fucked by a huge cock! I felt such a love for Mistress for arranging this amazing experience.The guest started to moan a little, and commenced their own movements, gently fucking my mouth as I sucked. I took it all the way a couple of times, feeling it pass into my throat, suppressing the gag reflex, accepting my role.Then, faster, in, out, in, out, I could not keep up my sucking. And finally, a groan, and spurt, spurt, spurt… filling my mouth. Somewhere I head Mistress, “Don’t swallow yet, slut.”It withdrew, bumping my chin on the way out; I could feel a trail of cum dripping, leaking across my face, as well as the mouthful of başakşehir escort juice i retained as per Mistress’s orders.Clothes rustled again. I heard Mistress and the visitor chat a little. And clearer I heard her say, “Well, we’ll see you at the party.” And the visitor was gone. Just like that. Use me, and leave.And my Mistress came to me, removing my blindfold. “Show me,” she said, as my eyes adjusted to the light. I opened my mouth to show her. Mistress took a few photos. “Swallow, slut.” And I did as I was ordered.”Get off that chair, and bend over the table,” she told me.I carefully stood up, the giant cock easing out of me. I felt empty. I moved to the table, and facing it, placed my hands on the surface, bent over, and spread my legs.Mistress came up behind me. “That was one of the sluttiest things I’ve ever seen. You are such a fucking whore, aren’t you,” she said.”Yes, Mistress,” I replied. “A whore for you if you want.”I felt her behind me. I felt her hardness at my pussy. I knew I was loosened. I knew I could take her. She slowly slid inside me. I gasped. I moaned. “Oh, yes. Fuck me,” I begged.”Slut, that was so hot! I cannot believe you actually did that,” she said as she started moving in and out. As she started fucking me as I was bent over the table in the cheap motel unit. “That you sucked the cum out of a total stranger, not even seeing who they were. You really are a slut.” And with each word she thrust against me, into me.”And you did this for me.” Thrust. Pump. Thrust. “Because I wanted it.” Thrust. She was pressing me into the table now, her hands on my shoulders. I was grunting with every thrust inside me.”I’m going to cum now, slut. And when I pull out, you will turn around, and without using your hands take the condom off, and into your mouth, and you will clean my clitty of my juices, and finally you will swallow all of the condom’s contents. Do. You. Understand?” And with each word she thrust harder inside me.”Yes, Mistress,” I replied.And with that, I felt her stiffen, hold me firm, and start pulsing inside me. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. She held me tight, finally collapsing on top of me.I felt her slip out, and realising my duty, ducked under her, and took her into my mouth, using my lips and teeth to peel back to condom.About forty-five minutes later, as we had relaxed for a time, had some kisses and cuddles, a few giggles, and had both worked to fix up our makeup and lipstick, we were ready to head off to the party. Of course, Mistress knew the identity of the visitor, whether it was a gentleman, or another girl like us. But I did not. I would be looking at every single person there, wondering, ‘Is that them?’ Every smile from someone I would wonder if that was them. How embarrassing. How humiliating. Would that person have told others of their exploit? Oh gods. Would everyone there know what a massive slut I was?Thank you for this, Mistress.

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