He pushed me up against the dumpster and began playing with my nipples which were very hard and poking through my shirt. I moaned immediately which he took as a sign to continue. My legs began to give out like they always do when I'm standing and about to orgasm. I leaned forward. He held me up by my tits while he cooed in my ear to, "let it go and cum hard for me." And that is exactly what I did. An hour of teasing and sucking two strangers had me in the middle of a major release. I didn't care that I was in a filthy alley, up against a dumpster or in the arms of a stranger. Waves of orgasm washed over me and held me like a warm blanket on a cold winter's eve. I was still quaking when I heard the horn of Master Peter's car blare from the top of the alley. I smiled weakly at the waiter. He handed me the remote. "Come back and see us anytime," he said. I nodded and gingerly walked over to the car.
I should have felt shame having just done all of that, and with my mother watching from her car no less, but I didn't. I knew my Master and Mistress had arranged it and no doubt felt pride in me for completing the task. So I chose to take pride in myself as well. Renee and I were riding with Master and Mistress instead of with my mom. Renee had temporarily turned off her toy. When we got back to the apartment I was surprised to see my mom was not there. I figured she would be there. Instead the four of us walked in together. Mistress Dasha turned on the TV. I wondered if she expected me to perform. As it turned out it was a family member, but not me.
A few minutes after she logged into Skype, a video call connected. It was from my mom. I didn't recognize the location, but I did recognize her partner. Apparently while I was servicing the waiter, Mistress had reached Kenny on the phone. I was not surprised he would accept an offer of sex from my mom, although the stipulation that he broadcast to us might be more than some guys would accept. But not Kenny. He seemed to relish the idea of fucking my mom while I watched. For their part Master and Mistress made sure Kenny and mom got a nice view of me as well.
After having me strip naked (relieved to be free of the tease panties), I had to sit between them on the couch. I was ordered to wrap my arms around them leaving me no way to shield my boobs from his lustful gaze. Of course my nipples hardened instantly. To further my humiliation, and to ensure I'd never be able to face him again at swim practice, I was instructed to spread my legs and put them over my Master and Mistress' legs. Now my pussy was on full display as well. Kenny positioned my mom on her hands and knees facing the camera so both of them could watch as Master and Mistress played with my nips and rubbed my clit.
Master and Mistress were not trying to make me cum, at least I don't think so, because I never felt like I was struggling to hold back. I think their purpose was just to keep me aroused. They were very successful. (FYI, Renee had disappeared to the bedroom. On a couple of occasions I heard a pleasure sound which did not originate with mom or I.) Mom was having a fine time with this young stud pounding away at her pussy, but I could see in her eyes that she wasn't going to orgasm. I assume even though the set up was a little kinky, that Kenny was too vanilla for her. As typical for a college guy, Kenny seemed oblivious to all the context going on around him. He was just happy to be getting laid.
All too soon for mom, he was ready to cum. He shouted out, "I'm going to do this to you, Brittney, too," before pulling out, ripping off his condom and shooting his load onto my mom's back and ass. "Yeah, only if I'm ordered to," I remember thinking. Mom looked happy that he was done. She didn't bother wiping off his cum. She just pulled her dress back on and the show was over. At least the Kenny and Cathy show was over. As mom was walking out, Master Peter ordered me to blow him. I quickly got on the floor in front of him. His cock was a beautiful as always. Mistress moved the webcam so it was focused between my legs. She then told me to rub myself while I serviced my master.
Thus Kenny got his own show as I masturbated and sucked my Master's cock. Mistress walked into the bedroom and retrieved one of Renee's rabbit vibrators. She turned it on high and slid it into my pussy. I moaned onto his cock. She then took my hand, which had temporarily stopped rubbing my clit, and put it on the vibe. "Fuck yourself for your teammate slut. He's jerking off already just watching your finger. Your mom is coming back here. If you don't get your master and me off by the time she returns there will be hell to pay.
She didn't mention whether I would get to cum, but it didn't matter. If I wanted to avoid punishment I had to get them off and quick. I knew both could control their orgasms with great precision so I figured my success or failure was going to be related more to their will than to my skills. In fact, Master Peter, who seemingly could hold off indefinitely, did exactly that. Despite my best efforts and despite pleading to be allowed to cum myself, he did not cum. When my mom walked back into the apartment, Mistress scolded me for being such an ineffective slut. Master commanded my mom to kneel next to me. He then ordered me off his cock, stood up and pushed it into my mom's waiting mouth. Almost immediately he began shooting his load into her appreciative and waiting mouth. It wasn't fair. I'd done all the work and she got the reward. Apart from being jealous, I was also worried they would tell me to kiss her so I could share his gift. Thankfully that was not the plan, but that also meant my promised punishment was at hand.
"Your daughter has been very bad," my Mistress mocked me to my mother. "Did you spank her as a child?"
My mom had always been more of a free spirit parent so spankings had not been part of the agenda growing up. But now we both understood the pleasure than comes from someone touching you so intimately.
Mistress stripped off her clothes and took a seat on the couch and I was told to "concentrate and do a better job this time," as she pulled my head between her legs. I attacked her pussy with gusto. I was still fucking myself with the vibrator, but its pleasure seemed far away as I was totally focused on pleasing my mistress. Then I felt the first slap on my ass. I could tell it wasn't my master's hand. That meant it was my mom. I moaned into Mistress' pussy.
Technically we were not having sex together, I reasoned in my brain as the warmth from my butt spread to my pussy and then to my whole body. I was just being punished for being a bad girl (good girls don't service four different people before 2 in the afternoon) and that task naturally fell to my mom. Of course reality was far different. She knew what feelings her hands were causing in me and the smell of arousal filling the room wasn't just my Mistress. And it wasn't just me, either. There was a third fragrance I wasn't familiar with but that could only mean that my mom was getting turned on by spanking me.
Soon I was begging again to be allowed to cum. Of course Mistress said I had to wait for her. Mom had stopped spanking me and was holding the vibrator so I could rut myself (at Master's suggestion) up and down it. Finally Mistress came sloppily on my face. Again I pleaded, "Please may I cum?" The answer, "Not just yet," was torture but I understood when they told me to flip over and spread my legs for the camera.
I had forgotten Kenny was watching the entire scene. When I looked at the TV he was furiously pumping his cock. I got the impression he was waiting to cum with me, but if I wasn't allowed to cum soon I don't think he was going to last. I was ordered to keep fucking myself with the vibe. Without being told my mom straddled me and sat down scooting me forward so her back was to the couch and my back was against her chest. She reached around me and started playing with my nipples. She was whispering in my ear so nobody else could hear her. "Do you like this as much as I do, sweetie? Do these nips go straight to your clit like mine do?"
I could only nod. I was lost in an erotic fog.
"You know I saw you that first night in the hallway," she confessed. "I knew then that you were a woman. I played with myself thinking about how you sucked Master's cock. I helped him set you up the next weekend. I knew you were watching him fuck me. It got me off so hard."
There was pure lust in her voice and I'm sure she knew what affect her hands and voice would have on me. I fucked myself even harder with the toy. I looked to my Mistress who was smiling at us. Then she nodded. I exploded.
Stars exploded in my brain as I was consumed with orgasm. As soon as I started cumming my mom squeezed both my nipples hard which only added to the sensation. My body was shaking and I was screaming out in pleasure. My head was twisting back and forth, but nothing was in focus. Everything was a blur. I felt my juices shooting from my pussy as it clamped down on the vibe on its own accord. Mom was cooing in my ear, "That it Brittney. Ride it. Ride that cum."
Finally my body began to come back from the ephemeral plane and my eyes began to focus again. My first look was to the TV. Kenny was still broadcasting but was not on the camera. Actually nothing was on the camera. It was an out of focus blur. Mistress would later tell me that he shot his second load right onto his laptop screen obscuring the camera. I would have liked to have seen him sprawled out consumed by his own orgasm, but that was not to be. I was allowed to shower and by the time I was done, Master, Mistress and mom were gone. Renee was indeed in bed playing with herself when I walked into the room naked and dripping after my shower. She stopped masturbating long enough to open her arms and invite me to cuddle for a few minutes.
I lay down on the bed and she spooned me. I felt safe in her arms. I could feel the heat from her pussy on my backside. But neither of us did anything about that. I fell asleep. When I woke I was wrapped in the comforter and Renee was gone. It was late afternoon. I didn't bother getting dressed. I just walked out of the bedroom, headed to the kitchen for some juice, and found Renee on the couch. Her webcam was on. She was chatting with three guys. They were dressed. She was not.
"You're a real slut, you know that?" I told her. I'm sure she could tell by the tone in my voice I was kidding. Well not kidding. She was a slut. But I wasn't saying it to be judgmental. After all I had quickly embraced her love of showing off and certainly I needed to cum as frequently as she did if not more.
"What's your point?" she responded. Then she added, "Sit your ass down here and let's give these boys a real show."
Her head was turned toward me and away from the camera when she said that so they guys would not have seen her wink. Well what else was there to do on a Saturday prevening? I wasn't about to presoak my laundry.
I did as Renee asked although my heart wasn't in it and eventually I faked an orgasm to give the boys a thrill. While it was fun, I needed more kink to really get off. Unfortunately I didn't hear from my Master, Mistress or even my mom until Wednesday when I received a text telling me to be at Master's house at 7pm. I arrived 15 minutes early remembering how difficult it had been to squeeze into my doggie outfit. Having not received any instructions to the contrary, I assumed I was to get dressed before entering the house. When I went into the garage I noticed my locker had moved next to my mother's and my first name was on the label. I also noticed that Susan the Kitty's locker contained normal clothes not her catsuit. Could she be here? We had not met yet. That could make this evening interesting. The fourth locker was now labeled "Kris" and looked to contain some latex clothing.
It was a bit of a struggle to get into my suit, but I managed. Promptly at 7pm I crawled into the house and wagged my tail when I saw my Mistress. I looked around for any sign of the Susan. I found her curled up in the corner of the living room. She looked like she could have just stepped off the stage of Cats. Although none of the dancers could have survived with a bust like hers. I tried to act like a good doggie following Mistress around the house. Susan acted like, well a cat, and ignored us preferring to be by herself.
Mistress explained that they were auditioning a new girl tonight. I asked how I might be of assistance. Mistress explained that she didn't know just yet, but when things got going I probably would be the camera operator. I was disappointed because I wanted to play a more active role, but I wasn't about to question her. I crawled behind her into Master Peter's study. He was editing video from a previous project, but took time to pat my head. Mistress then led me into the spare bedroom to show me how the cameras worked. They used two cameras. One was a wide shot which would be static. I would use the second camera for close ups. Mistress explained I should concentrate on the new girl. They had to know "If the camera loves her," and already knew how they looked on video so close ups of them were not important.
She left me alone to play with the camera and a few minutes later I heard the doorbell. I was surprised when the next person into the bedroom was the cat. Susan certainly had her moves down moving very fluidly with the grace of a dancer. She did come up to me and sniff me, but then she turned around showing what I hoped was mock disgust not the true indifference of a cat. Master Peter was next. Not wanting to be left out I crawled immediately to him. I then looked at Susan and make a big show out of sniffing his butt. I wasn't going to lose out to her for best animal imitation. Mistress and a young woman were not far behind. She was very innocent looking. I almost felt sorry for her as starting a life in porn at her age was destined to be a mistake. Or so I assumed. She was obviously nervous. Peter in an effort to relax her told Susan and I to get on the bed and 69 each other. I certainly didn't mind and Susan was very skilled with her tongue so overall it was a fine first meeting.
The young girl seemed to be relaxing and soon it was time to being the video. Neither Susan nor I had cum, but I wasn't too worried. I was sure that would happen in time. Peter was very clinical how he treated the girl. He started with simple shots of her in her clothes, then partially dressed and finally naked. Strangely I didn't find it arousing. It wasn't sex for fun it was sex for business and that really killed the mood. I did my best to work the camera the way Mistress had instructed me. But it was work, not fun.
Peter apparently wasn't getting the performance he wanted. He kept telling her he understood that posing wasn't fun, but that she had better learn how to pretend she was turned on or her audition would be a one-time thing. He tossed her a vibrator and told her to masturbate. It was weird watching her so close-up on the camera. I would have gone crazy on my pussy if he had given me that command, but this girl was tentative. Peter preserved in trying to coax a worthwhile performance out of the girl, but she was just too nervous. Exasperated he told her she wasn't even worth fucking. I would have been destroyed if he said that to me. The girl was not amused and told him she could do better. She just "Wasn't sure what he wanted."
Master Peter dropped his pants. His cock was limp. Still impressive, but limp. "I want this cock hard and buried in your pussy," he told her. "But you're just not doing it for me. I want you screaming in orgasm to the camera. I want my doggie here to wet herself because she is so excited from watching you."
The girl said having me dressed as a dog and Susan dressed like a cat was weird and it was throwing her off. Master Peter explained that she had to learn how to fuck on command and at least look like she was enjoying herself no matter who was around or what the scene entailed.
Mistress Dasha chimed in that she had an idea and whispered into Master's ear. "That might work," he said. "It's worth a shot."
Mistress walked out of the room. I was keen to know what she had said. I didn't have to wait long. She returned to the room a few minutes later. She had shed her clothes and was now sporting the strap-on which mimicked Master Peter's cock.
"So who want to help me show this girl how we fuck in this house?" Mistress asked. Needless to say both Susan and I jumped at the offer. "Let's flip a coin," Master Peter suggested. Humm, a 50/50 chance at getting fucked by Mistress. That was better than nothing. Unfortunately I lost. Susan unzipped the bottom of her catsuit. Mistress directed her toward the bed and told the girl to stand next to me. She then told me to "roll tape" so they could send the "right way to fuck" back home with the girl to study. Well I certainly know that Mistress knows the right way to fuck and Susan seemed to know what to expect. She also knew how expressive Mistress likes her conquests and how to play to the camera. I took the opportunity to practice my camera movements, although I did show Mistress more than I intended to before since the girl was going to get a copy of the video and I figured showing Mistress would be "inspirational" for her.
Mistress was more concerned with showing the girl how to be open with her sexuality. She commented to me that she was sure "I wanted to rub myself" while watching the show. She was 100% correct. I also wanted her to fuck me. I unzipped my own crotch and began fingering my wet pussy. The girl's attention was bouncing back and forth between me and Susan as if she was watching a tennis match. At least until Master Peter walked over a dangled his cock in my face. Without saying a word to me I knew what he wanted and took him into my mouth. His cock was pungent like a strong man should be and I showered attention on him and his member. Now the girl was much more interested in the show we were putting on. Master Peter taunted her as his cock grew about how good it would feel to be inside of her. I would have been very happy to provide a shelter for his cock. Maybe later he and Mistress would tag team me.
I knew Master Peter wasn't going to cum in my mouth. He was saving himself for the girl's screen test. I was kind of surprised Mistress didn't let Susan cum. She was begging for permission, but none was forthcoming. Master Peter looked at the new girl and asked if she was ready to try again. She was much more enthusiastic this time.
"Can you handle the camera?" Mistress asked me. "Susan needs to get me off."
I announced I could handle it and Mistress, her wet faux cock dangling in front of her, led her kitty out of the room. Master Peter got the girl in a doggie position facing the camera and then asked if I was ready. I told him we were rolling and zoomed in on the girls face. I wanted a close-up of the expression she gave when he penetrated her. It was worth my effort. I'm guessing she never had a cock that big before. I'd felt that way when Peter first penetrated me and I'm sure I had the same look as she did. She was obviously stressed, but also turned on and determined to take him all deep inside of her. Maybe she was having second thoughts of porn being her chosen profession. Maybe she didn't think he would be that big. Whatever she was thinking, her duress was on display all over her face. Then he began to pull out and she showed some relief. Then he pushed back in again and the anguish returned.
I admit I starting fingering myself again as I watched her get fucked. It was so different from watching my mom fuck him. Mom was totally into it. This girl was not. But despite her fears, I could tell he was getting to her. How could her body not react to such a wonder fucking? Hell, if she didn't want this anymore just say so and I'd gladly take her place. But that was not to be. Master flipped her over on her back to see how that looked while he continued to pummel her. He then had her ride both cowgirl and reverse cowgirl to see her tits and ass bounce. Finally he had her drop to her knees on the floor.
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