A One-Time Experience

"She's all yours! Do whatever you like. Do you want to retie her before you begin? A different position?"

"No. I like her like this."

"You play, then. I'll watch." Gem pulled up a nearby bar stool and sat down, casually watching over us. Self-conscious, I stepped to the end of the table, in between the slave girl's legs. The table was short in length, so her ass was right at the end. And there it was, my first pussy, right there in front of me. As I stared the girl tried to squirm, but she had no play at all. I could see the muscles and tendons in her legs stretched taut, flexing to no avail as she tried to avoid my gaze.

I didn't really know what to do, so I started slow. I placed my hands on her knees, and slowly caressed up her thighs. Her skin was soft, much softer than the men I'd been with. She raised her head to watch me, an apprehensive look curving her eyebrows. I moved from there to her ribs and stomach. The girl kept herself in good shape, so she was soft, yet also firm.

Could I really touch her breasts? Until five minutes ago, I'd never touched a woman's breasts. I looked over and got a reassuring smile and nod from Gem, whose fingers were now gently stroking between her own legs. That distracted me for a long moment.

Oh, my.

I took a deep breath, then gently cupped the girl's breasts, one in each hand. They were pretty big on a small woman like her, almost as big as mine and I was at least six inches taller. I gently squeezed them, then mentally compared them to my own as she flexed and struggled to escape. She was a little softer than me, and I liked that. The slave girl was probably 5 or 6 or 7 years younger, and yet my breasts were more firm. I smiled imperceptibly.

My eye went to those interesting nipples. Leaning in over her stomach a little more, I gripped them between my thumb and forefinger, feeling their shape and firmness. I loved that little puffy ridge that raised her areolae from her breast flesh, and wished I had that feature. I ran my fingers around it several times. The girl's wide serious eyes intently watched my fingers as I tweaked her, pulled her, and gently twisted her. Her nipples themselves were thicker than mine, and they began standing erect as I played. I smiled to think that I caused that. Was I turning her on?

I ran my hands around her breasts one last time, then flowed back down her stomach to her hips. She was spread so wide, so stretched from ankle to ankle that it had to be uncomfortable for her. I stroked the inside of her thighs, and then paused, framing her vulva as I placed both hands on the junctions of her legs and hips.

We were very different down there. I have big wide outer lips that form a notable cleft in front. They come together when I stand and conceal most of my inner workings, and they're soft and full and fleshy. Granted, this girl was intentionally spread wide, but it didn't look like she had those big outer lips. Hers were very small and narrow, and they highlighted her inner lips more than concealed them.

And her inner lips - wow. My inner lips are silky soft and fragile. They wrap around a cock or a dildo like a thin second skin. This girl's were more structural in nature. They were thicker, and they stood out from her body on their own.

Mustering up my courage, I touched them. First I traced a single finger across their outermost surface, then I gently pressed them, and finally squeezed them very gently between my fingers. The girl gasped, avoiding eye contact and trying to squirm. Her inner lips were fascinating. They were thick and spongy and kind of strong. They seemed almost more like something that would rub against a penis rather than wrapping around it like mine. We must each feel very different to an entering male, I thought, and I began to wonder what other women feel like.

My shyness overcome, I gave the slave a good and thorough examination. I stroked her outer lips, felt around her various borders and valleys, and spread her inner lips with my fingers. It looked very soft and inviting inside, a nice coral pink. All the while I could feel and see her thighs and hips flex as she reacted to my touch. Occasionally she let out a very sexy high-pitched moan, but any attempts at speech were unintelligible as the gag kept her jaw locked open.

I carefully dipped a finger inside her. She was slick and wet, enough to make it relatively easy to push further. The girl moaned and I saw her calves and toes clench, and I felt her squeeze onto my finger. Despite being tight, it still slid into her easily due to the natural lubrication, so I added a second one, pushing both in. I grinned with wonderment as she clamped down on them hard, then released, and I curled my fingers up to massage her g-spot. I suddenly wanted to see if I could make her cum. With a flush of embarrassment, I realized that not just Gem was watching, but another couple, standing behind me and to the side. But Gem gave me a smile and a nod, and her own masturbation curbed my embarrassment.

While I massaged inside the little blonde, I started looking for her clit, but it wasn't as obvious as I expected. I knew pussies only by feel, not by look. I reached down and felt between my legs for my own with the hand that wasn't stroking inside her, and tried to compare the topography with what I saw. I brought my hand back up and began rubbing her in that spot with my thumb. She jumped and moaned, so I knew I was in the right place. Her little clit began revealing itself.

"There are pre-approved toys under the table if you want them," Gem added helpfully.

"Oh. Okay." I remained a little embarrassed that she and others were watching me, but the ship had already sailed. I was going to have this experience.

Keeping my fingers inside her, I saw that the table had a small cabinet beneath, and I crouched down to open the door.

Oh, wow. There was all sorts of stuff down there. I saw vibrators and lube and dildos and beads and clamps and additional rope and ... was that one of those butt plug things?

"I can use any of these things?" Some of the dildos were big enough that they made my pussy clench.

"Yeah, they're pre-placed. Those are all things that she approved."

"Some of these are huge."

For the first time, the girl tried to speak beyond her moans and gasps. "Ohh ur' eee", she said, her jaw stretched wide by the dental gag. Her head was raised and she was looking down between her legs at me. Crouched down as I was, my face was only a few inches from her displayed pussy.

I looked at Gem. "What did she say?"

"It doesn't matter. Use her however you want with those things."

I picked up a big dildo. This thing was at least two inches in diameter and as long as my forearm. Removing my fingers from the girl and standing back up, I placed the dildo at her opening, which looked tiny in comparison. How do I fit something like that inside that little gap? The girl saw what I was doing and let out a little chirp of alarm. She looked genuinely frightened, her toes flexing and ankles rolling as her only means of resistance.

I was frightened too, though, and wasn't sure I could even do it. How hard do I push? What angle? What if I couldn't get it in? I decided to start safe. I crouched back down, put the dildo back, and picked up a vibrator. I flicked it to the "on" position and it buzzed strongly, very strongly. This was a seriously powerful vibrator, much more so than either of mine at home. I suspected that it could make me cum very quickly.

I looked up at her innocent pink gash, only inches from my face. I needed a quick win here. Yeah, this was the way to go.

I rose back up and she saw what I had. Her fingers and toes flexed again and she tried to say something in gibberish. I smiled at her and pressed the vibrator against her clit. She seemed to appreciate it as her buttocks clenched to push herself up against it. I reached under her and squeezed one of her butt cheeks. They were round and well-shaped, and I bet she looked great in a pair of jeans.

For the next several minutes I held the vibrator on her, occasionally sliding it up and down along the length of her slot, but mostly concentrating on her clit. With my other hand, I stroked her thighs, her stomach, and up to her breasts. She had a nice belly button.

I vaguely became aware of a couple more people standing behind me, and I kind of liked it. I felt a surge of power, of ego. My little slave was moaning and thrusting more now, pulling against her ropes, and I was the one causing it. I reached down and felt her pussy lips again, and they were quite wet. She was very tight, but my fingers slid back in without much effort. She was trying everything she could to move, and it was sexy to watch her leg and stomach muscles strain. I redoubled my effort with the vibrator, pressing and rubbing, pressing and rubbing. Her voice got higher, her cries more clipped and abrupt, and I could tell that her pale skin was becoming flushed. Gem stood up and watched, stepping closer.

Despite her bondage, the slave girl managed to arch her back ever so slightly, and let out a long "Nnnnnnnnnnnh!" Did I just give my first female orgasm? She was trying to buck and push, but could only accept what I was giving her.

"Keep the vibrator on her," Gem said tersely, watching the girl intently. "It'll drive her crazy."

I kept the pressure up, even as the girl froze into a long orgasm. I couldn't believe I was doing this. An hour ago I was having cheesecake.

"Keep holding it. Watch her squirm. I love this." Gem was grinning, her eyes fixed on my little blonde pixie.

I obviously knew what happens when you orgasm. You climb the wall, you climax, and then you fall down the other side. You need a break from stimulation to fall back to earth gracefully.

Well, I wasn't going to give this girl a break. Like Gem, I wanted to watch her writhe and scream. What had gotten into me? I wasn't sure, but I kept the vibrator pressed right up against her clit as her orgasm waned, and she suddenly started going crazy, frantically pulling at her bonds and making very urgent, hysterical noises through her gag. She unleashed a torrent of garbled comments and I had no idea what she was saying, but I could guess her intent.

And I ignored it.

I kept the vibrator on her, smiling cruelly as I overloaded her sensitive clit and turned pleasure into pain. She thrashed and fought for a full five minutes, begging loudly and incoherently before she got through it, and by the end I was gathering a little crowd of onlookers.

Every breath from my little blonde was a pitiful whimper, but she eventually worked through the discomfort and was moving up toward a second orgasm when Gem appeared over my shoulder. She put a hand up to my ear and leaned in close behind me. "You're doing great," she whispered into my ear. She gently bit my earlobe, which made me suck in my breath. "Let me get some more toys for you."

I kept my little blonde pixie working toward another orgasm as Gem dug around below the table, eventually coming back up with several toys. She murmured in my ear again and gave me a playful tongue, which made me giggle and squirm. I liked the attention, though, and it made the group now watching me laugh. I was really starting to need sexual attention myself.

I don't think of myself as a mean person. I can be kind of catty sometimes, I guess, but I'm not a person who delights in the misfortune of others. Maybe I was just becoming frustrated sexually and using the blonde as a proxy. But there seemed to be something about this little sweetie, splayed so wide with her full breasts jiggling and shaking. There was something about her vulnerability, or about my horniness, that made me want to be cruel to her. She couldn't talk with the gag jamming her mouth open, so she tried to communicate with her eyes, and they were so pretty and expressive. I knew I was getting her close to another orgasm and I could tell that she was feeling herself filling again with pleasure. I buzzed the vibrator against her with a diabolical consistency, and she pulled hard against the wrist restraints. Then - bam! She was off to another orgasm, gasping and squealing, and I put the hammer down on her. I jammed the vibrator hard against her clit.

I've had boyfriends who forced me into multiple orgasms, and they always delighted in holding me down as I came, overstimulating my most sensitive parts while I screamed and fought. I could never understand why they did it. I hated even as I loved it, and they would always get the same wicked smile on their face that I had now.

I finally understood.

After a lifetime on the other end, I understood the thrill in making a pretty woman scream and beg as her sexual pleasure overwhelmed her. I was seeing it now from the aggressor's standpoint. My little gymnast was frantic to escape the intense buzzing on her now twice-sensitive clitoris, and it excited me almost to the point of orgasm to know that I was the person driving her to such desperation, that I had more control over her petite body than she did. She was babbling and screaming and the table was actually knocking against the floor with her exertions. More people stepped over and started watching. I was becoming kind of a star.

I kept the vibe on her for quite some time, watching her thrash and cry. Leaning over her, Gem began cruelly kneading her breasts, then pinched her nipples hard and pulled them away from her body. We got her through the second round of overstimulation, and we then made the third round really rough on her. I kept the vibe on her, then pushed three fingers inside her and finger-fucked her hard. At the head of the table, Gem brutalized her breasts, slapping and squeezing them and torturing her nipples. It seemed impossible, but the little gymnast eventually turned it into pleasure. It took much longer this time as she was exhausted and coated in a sheen of sweat, but eventually we made her back arch a third time, smiling at each other as she came in a pique of desperation.

I finally released the vibe, and the girl was quivering and incoherent, her breath coming hard and her muscles dancing in the agony of too much pleasure. I picked up the nipple clamps that Gem had set on the table, and leaned forward. The pixie's nipples were rock hard, so it was easy to put them on and tighten them down with the little screws. Gem watched over me and gave me a few tips, making sure that they were tight enough, but not too tight. The girl groaned beneath us as we worked, waving her fingers furiously. But there were no distress signals, no safe signals to stop our wickedness.

Gem next picked up the strap-on dildo. "Have you used one of these before?" she asked.

"I've never even seen one in real life."

"It's easy. You'll figure it out pretty quick. Let me help."

Gem ducked behind me and opened the straps, letting me step in. She pulled the harness up and handed me the ends. "Just buckle this in front. Make it really tight so it doesn't slip." I adjusted and buckled the harness while she checked the fit, running her fingers across the junction of my thighs and butt, then underneath. I gasped as she slid her hand across my damp slit. "Does this feel good?" she asked in a quiet voice, a sly smile in her voice.

She froze me as her fingers slowly strummed across my wet vulva. My brain exploded in two different thoughts, one lobe asking me why on earth I was letting a woman masturbate me in public, and the other lobe screaming for it to continue. The second lobe won.

But Gem was a tease, pulling away after only a divine moment of play. She opened a container of lube and poured it into my palm. "Rub this on your new dick," she said, "and then give it to her hard."

My little gymnast, upon hearing this, began flailing and struggling with new intensity. "Ohh, gaa, 'ooo", she said over and over, but I had no idea what that meant, so I just lubed up my nice new dick. It was realistic looking, veiny with a bulbous crown, and slightly larger than life. By the time I positioned myself back between her upturned legs, I had probably fifteen people watching me. I was kind of liking this; I'd never been the center of such attention.

I positioned my artificial penis at her vaginal opening, and Gem coached me a little, standing behind me with her arms wrapped around my waist and her lips in my ear. "Push gently and firmly," she said softly. "Once you get the head in, you can either impale her in one big push, or you can work it in and out a little at a time. Your choice."

The exhausted blonde was all clenched up, trying to resist, so I had to push slow and hard, but eventually I forced the head in. Her eyes lost focus as she concentrated solely on the sensations in her canal, so I had some fun with it. I pushed in an inch or two, then pulled back out, watching her anxiety rise and ebb. Push in, and her eyes get wide. Pull out and she relaxes. God, it must be great to be a man and do this to women all the time.

I leaned forward, pushing in slow and deep, grabbing her big breasts for leverage. Her nipple clamps had the nipples trapped, long and hard, and I got an idea. Pushing forward, I climbed up on the table and lay atop her. This leveraged my strapon to push in all the way to my pubic mound, burying itself deep within her. At the same time, my own large breasts crushed down against hers, which placed even more pressure on her pinioned nipples.

And then I started pounding.

I'm in pretty good shape, and I spend a fair amount of time at the gym. I do yoga and aerobics and have a fair amount of core strength for my slender shape. All that added up to a strong ability to piston in and out of my little blonde slave, and I took advantage of it. The poor girl had no ability to escape, no ability to defend herself, no ability to soften my thrusts. She could only take it. I pressed my weight into her breasts, then pushed my tongue into her open mouth.

God, this was fantastic.

Gem slowly circled the table, a hand running across my back, my hips, my ass. Positioning herself behind me, I suddenly felt fingers on my upper thigh, moving slowly inward. When they reached my vulva I flinched hard, making the slave girl yelp through her gag.

"Do you like that?" Gem said softly.

"Yes," I breathed. "Keep it up."

Fingers slid onto my clit, gently rubbing. The sensation made me increase my tempo and force, and every thrust made the slave girl beneath me groan sexily. There were perhaps 20 people watching now, and I appeared to be getting rave reviews. With a start, I even saw Brock standing to my left, idling stroking himself while he watched. I couldn't believe I was doing this.

In and out, in and out. I showed the squealing pixie no mercy, pushing the entire length of the dildo into her before pulling out and plunging it in again. My own heat was rising rapidly from the fingering I was receiving, and her struggles and begging beneath me only accentuated it. Who knew I could be this cruel?

Behind me, Gem was an expert at her craft. Every time I began the final ascent to orgasm, she pulled away, softly stroking my ass and thighs while I cooled down. Frustrated, I would thrust more vigorously into the bound slave girl. She was quivering beneath me, her eyes squeezed shut and her face in my shoulder as she absorbed my aggression. Leaning into my ear, Gem whispered, "Give her one more cum, and then you'll get yours."

That was all I needed to hear. Redoubling my efforts, I grabbed her hair and forced my tongue into the blonde, then pushed my hands under her to squeeze and knead her taut little ass. Our breasts pressed forcefully together, and with a little exploration I found her anus. Her muffled little screams got more shrill.

It took another five minutes or so to get her back onto the precipice. Held motionless, it was hard to get a good read on her, but slowly she began stiffening up beneath me, positioning herself for maximum stimulation. Her quivering increased, her gagged moans became more hurried and high-pitched, and then finally there it was. Her back arched hard, she gasped behind the gag, and I rode her throughout the whole thing.