Paolina is Pleasure

"Fuck yes," I heard Preston say. I watched his taut ass clench rhythmically with each thrust.

"This dick even has a nice curve to it. I'll bet it's hitting all the right spots. Is it hitting all the right spots, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress," said Paolina. From the raggedness of her breath it may well have been true.

"How do you feel about it, Corey? About Preston hitting all the right spots?"

"You seem like a nice guy, Preston," I said from my neutered perch. "But I've got a dick, too. And when it's my turn, I'm gonna make her forget all about you."

I heard Preston's good-humored chuckle. But he began to slam into Paolina even faster. My dick involuntarily spasmed a few more drops of pre-cum.

Gina's wide eyes were glued on Paolina and Preston. It was so outside her experience. I wouldn't have been surprised to learn she'd stopped breathing altogether in that moment.

Preston wasn't far from coming. Neither was Paolina, who was jilling herself rapidly.

"Where do you want my cum, baby?" gasped Preston.

"Where do I want his cum, Mistress?" asked Paolina.

"Where do you want his cum, Corey?"

"On the fucking floor," I responded.

Either my response did it, or it was Heidi's insistent tugging at Paolina's nipples. Whatever the trigger, Paolina let go with a long, rising wail. It sustained the twisting orgasm that crashed through her body.

Preston blew his load, emptying all the semen in his balls into the heaven of Paolina's acceptant hole.

Paolina slumped backward. She looked up at me, blankly at first, then as if she had just realized I was in the room with her. I was jealous of Preston and the synchronized orgasm he'd shared with her.

Preston bent in for a thank-you kiss through her veil, but Paolina shook her head. "But thank you," she offered. Preston answered with a nod. He had a similar nod for me as he walked back to the stairs.

"Let's go! Keep it moving," ordered Heidi.

Brooke released the penis in her mouth with a curt pop and, with a shove of Number 29's ass, propelled him in Paolina's direction.

"Number 18 on deck!" called Gina, with a new enthusiasm in her voice. She flashed me a grin as she repeated "That's 18 on deck!"

Before Paolina had a chance to compose herself, Number 29 plunged into my fiancée's sopping cunt. If he had any misgivings about sloshing around in the healthy deposit of Preston's sperm, he didn't show it.

"Hey, Paolina," chirped 29. "Long time, no bang."

"And whose fault is that?" returned Paolina.

"Oh my God," chuckled Gina, not quite to herself, in disbelief of this repartee.

"Him! It's his fault," said 29, with a nod in my direction. No eye contact, the cocky bastard.

He'd found an easy rhythm inside Paolina. Something akin to a synchronized, smooth-firing piston.

Paolina was striking to look at, even with her legs splayed in wanton accommodation of this energetic stranger. A stranger to me, anyway. The upturned stiletto heels of her luxury pumps bounced steadily with Eduardo's thrusts. Her hat and veil held fast.

I'll say this for him. 29 was built. He was shorter than most of the other males-in-waiting, but he was all muscle. He was the embodiment of potential energy, like a coiled industrial spring. Or a panther just before it leaps.

Paolina looked up at me from the man's steady fucking—a brisk allegro on a metronome. She tried to keep her voice conversational, but she was having trouble with that.

"Did you mee—meet Eduardo earlier up ... stairs?" she asked.

Eduardo looked up at me with a smile. Eye contact at last.

"Sure!" said Eduardo. "We said hello,"

"Eduardo was ... was my ki— kickboxing trainer," explained Paolina. "I've mentioned him before."

"I don't remember the name," I lied. "You've got good pecs for a kickboxer."

"Thank you!" grinned Eduardo, loving my helplessness. My cock was burning with frustration, pointing straight up at my navel. In the shadows, Gina paid no attention to Eduardo and Paolina. She was watching Brooke's inventive mouth work on Number 18's tight, compact balls.

"You take good care of her, Eduardo," I said. "Do your best until I take over."

This prompted Gina to glance up at me. She'd sensed the tension in my words.

"With pleasure!" Eduardo answered cheerily.

"You know what else he's got, Corey?" asked Heidi, in that oddly condescending tone she was using. "Eduardo has a really thick cock. Much thicker than yours. But you're not able to see what else he's doing right now. Eduardo's tapping his thumb on Paolina's clit, trying to coax another one out of her. What a gentleman."

Out of nowhere, Heidi snapped her riding crop smartly on Paolina's sternum. Eduardo, startled, broke his rhythm for a second.

"What are you right now?" demanded Heidi. "Tell me!"

"I'm a whore, Mistress," said Paolina.

"Whose whore are you?"

Eduardo picked up his pace.

"I'm Co—Co—Corey's whore, Mistress."

"Don't stutter!" Heidi snapped. "Whose whore are you in my dungeon?"

"I'm your whore, Mistress!"

"Wrong!" said Heidi.

In one stroke, she snapped the wrapped shaft of the riding crop across both of Paolina's bare nipples. Paolina screamed and jerked in the chair. Eduardo dug his fingers into her hips, holding her pelvis in place while he fucked her harder. Paolina's initial scream melted into a long, unchanging moan. Orgasm wasn't in the cards this time, but the mix of sensations was overwhelming her.

Heidi reached behind Paolina's neck and grabbed a tight handful of hair below her hat. She bent Paolina's head forward, so Paolina could see the hard fucking she was experiencing.

I saw a heavy splotch of semen plop to the floor between Eduardo's legs—a remnant of Preston's load.

"Whose whore are you?" Heidi again demanded, at Paolina's ear.

A feral sound came from Eduardo, deep and low in his diaphragm.

"I 'm everybody's whore!" cried Paolina.

Eduardo unceremoniously slopped his cock out of her pussy. A few quick pumps of his drenched dick, a groan, and then I saw the first propulsive arc of jizz streak over Paolina's chest. It landed in the delicate netting of her veil. Heidi instinctively stepped back as Eduardo unloaded again, but she kept Paolina's head focused on the sight.

Two more streams convulsed from Eduardo's balls. One stream landed between Paolina's breasts. The other left Paolina with a warm splatter of cum across her belly button.

Heidi lowered Paolina's head. She caressed Paolina's cheek with the back of her hand. Heidi spoke to Paolina as if praising a child.

"Yes, you are!" she said with mock pride. "You're everybody's whore!"

With this, Heidi scooped up two fingers of Eduardo's cum and wiped it carelessly across Paolina's lips.

"That was hot!" Eduardo congratulated himself.

A sudden laugh from Heidi.

"Oh my God, Corey! Eduardo just wiped off his dick in your fiancée's pubic hair! Oh, I wish you'd seen it!"

I did catch a glimpse of the lateral swipe of semen he'd left in the postage stamp tuft of hair above Paolina's swollen clitoris. The glimpse was brief because Number 18 had moved into place. He shoved his rigid dick into the woman I loved.

Rigid dick? My dick was aching, having turned a deep purplish red from my mounting frustration. Some of the males lining the staircase lazily stroked their erections as they watched the entertainment unfold. Those guys had no idea how blessed they were to be able to touch their own dicks like that.

"Number 5 is next on deck!" called Gina. "Number 5!"

One of the self-strokers peeled away from the line of men and made a beeline for Brooke. Holding his meaty cock by its base, he politely eased himself into her mouth. Brooke took the gentleman in stride. All the way past her tonsils.

"Hello, Matthew," said Paolina to the man enjoying her sloppy pussy. "I knew you'd show up for this."

"I'd have been pissed if you didn't invite me," he answered with a secret smile.

Matthew was a pretty boy. A man who took his grooming seriously. He was nicely muscled, of course, but in the lean way of the busy professional. His blondish-brown hair was stylishly swept back and fussily barbered. I had noticed how even his pubic hair was sharply trimmed. My guess was you would not find a hair growing on Matthew's ball sack. He seemed the type who would go in for waxing.

I'd noticed his knowing smile as he'd approached Paolina, a smile just this side of smug. I'd also noticed his piercing blue eyes. Paolina wouldn't have been the first woman to fall for those.

"Corey, this is Matthew. I used to blow Matthew in closets when I worked at Athernott."

"It's true," he said, over his shoulder in my direction. "All I had to do was text '2:15' and she'd be there waiting for me on my floor in the supply room. Best perk ever."

"A happy worker is a productive worker," I said. I fucking hated my restraints.

"If it's any consolation, this is only the second time I've fucked her," Matthew offered.

Paolina would tell me later she didn't remember fucking him the first time.

"I'm sure you know it, but you are the luckiest man in this room," Matthew concluded in an ingratiating tone.

"Oh, the irony," I responded.

The problem with Matthew was that he fucked like a gentleman. I had to wonder just how the fastidious Matthew felt watching someone else's cum dripping down the sides of Paolina's ribcage, and feeling for himself the slippery leftovers yet another man had pumped inside her.

Heidi addressed her assistant.

"Call up the next penis on deck, as well," she mused.

Gina pulled the next number from the spandex hood.

"13 is on deck with Number 5," called Gina. "Lucky 13... come on down!"

Heidi spoke to Matthew in an ever-so-friendly derisive tone.

"Matthew, Matthew," she said, shaking her head. "Have you not been paying attention? Do you not see the problem here? This is not the delicate closet crumpet you used to know, Matthew. Believe me when I tell you, Paolina can take a surprising amount of abuse. The least you could do is fuck her a little harder. Can you do that, Matthew? Do you have it in you? She has so many more boys to fuck tonight. A happy pussy is a productive pussy."

Matthew obliged. Rather energetically.

"That's better," said Heidi. "Not much better, but better. Now you have a reason to be here. Your pretty ex-work wife just confessed she's really a dick-hungry whore, did she not? Would anyone but a dick-hungry whore fuck you in front of her fiancé like this? You know she's a whore. So come on, Matthew. Use her like one!"

Matthew obeyed, and rammed Paolina harder.

The change in approach helped. I saw a look of sexual serenity wash over Paolina's face. She was entering that other world. Her eyes closed in blissful concentration as she groaned and reveled in Matthew's aggression.

I tried to put myself in her place—tried to imagine the tributaries of sensation spreading through her body, rippling upwards from her pussy. I tried to imagine her sore nipples as Matthew began to paw and pinch at them with blind purpose. I imagined the taste of Eduardo's semen drying on her lips.

Heidi must have been reading my mind.

"What's going on with you, slut?" inquired Heidi. "Is your little office boy satisfying you?"

Paolina didn't answer. Her focus was elsewhere. It was cruel to expect any kind of reply while Matthew banged away at her, his tight balls bouncing against her ass.

"I asked you a question, slut!"

"I ca ... can't talk, Mistress," Paolina faltered earnestly.

"You'll do what I ask or I'll beat your breasts until you do." The threat was delivered lightly, but it hung heavily in the air.

"Now open your eyes and look at Corey," she continued. "Tell him exactly what you're feeling."

I saw a flash of annoyance before Paolina obeyed her friend. Paolina spoke directly to me, but her voice came from a far-off place.

"I'm feeling... fucking. I'm being fucked. I'm being fucked. He's fucking my pussy and he's fucking me so hard...."

Matthew took this as a further challenge.

"I sense a theme," said Heidi.

Over Matthew's shoulder, I saw Paolina's eyes unfocus. Her words degenerated into a series of high-pitched mewls. I doubted Matthew would be able to keep up this show of force much longer.

Mistress Heidi paced a lazy circle around the edge of the light illuminating Paolina and Matthew. The heels of her black patent boots clacked on the floor.

"And what would you like to say to Corey about all this fucking? All this random dick you'll miss so much?"

Paolina looked up at me again. She whimpered with each of Matthew's strokes, but words did not follow. Then she managed to say to me, in a broken voice:

"Thank you for this. I love..." She trailed off. Paolina was about to climax.

"Who do you love?" prompted Heidi.

Paolina threw her head back. Her reply was the rising pitch of impending orgasm.

"Tell him who you love!" Heidi encouraged sternly.

"I love co-o-o-ock!" screamed Paolina, surprising us all.

Her orgasm lifted her violently out of herself. Her scream was defiant. My gut and aching prick tightened as I witnessed the ferocity of her bliss. More pre-cum dripped from the tip of my cock.

Matthew had delivered. But Office Boy wasn't going to leave it at that. A rivulet of sweat slipped down between his shoulder blades as he stubbornly hammered away in his manic pace. His own orgasm was his sole focus now.

"You love my cock," he was saying. "You love my cock. My cock."

Pretty soon he might even believe it, I thought.

"This cock, this cock, this cock..." he repeated, his balls slapping. His voice rising.

Paolina locked on my eyes.

"I love your cock," she said quietly, though I heard her through Matthew's noise.

"I love your cock," she said, lowering her gaze to my uncomfortably engorged shaft.

Her words were for me, but Matthew wasn't picking up on nuances. They triggered his orgasm. He loudly emptied himself into Paolina with several long spurts, evident by the way his ass cheeks contracted.

Finished, he took a moment to catch his breath. His dick was still inside her, and if I knew Paolina, she was sharing a few playful Kegel squeezes to drain him dry. He whispered something I didn't hear to Paolina and pulled out of her with a boyish laugh. Two little splots of displaced cum hit the floor. Matthew gave Paolina a chummy tap on her thigh and left the warm circle of light.

"Mistress, may I please take off my shoes?"

"Do they hurt your feet?"

"No, they're just... clumsy."

"Permission denied. They look good on you. If it were me, I would make Corey lick them to a high shine before you ever let him fuck you again. But I'm funny that way."

Gina called the next number (Number 17), and Numbers 5 and 13 moved eagerly into Paolina's light. Brooke had bestowed an alternating blowjob upon these two during Matthew's time at bat, and they were fully primed for pussy. Perhaps Heidi would make them fight for it.

In the shadows, Gina murmured small talk with the next man up for fluffing. Brooke was greedily replenishing herself from a water bottle.

"I want Jack and Jesse in the fluffing zone with the current penis," instructed Paolina.

"Yes, Mistress," Gina answered.

Gina called out their names. Two men from the stairs moved through the shadows.

I wondered if Brooke would consider three dicks at once a challenge. I wondered if Number 17 resented having to share Brooke's enthusiasm with whoever Jack and Jesse were.

Hell, I wondered if I could handle the visual stimulation of a three-dick blowjob in my current state of arousal. Inquisitive Gina would eat it up—figuratively, anyway—but Gina wasn't suffering the way I was. I'd never blown a load before without physical stimulation, but there was always a first time.

Numbers 5 and 13 wasted no time. Neither did Paolina. She was in the zone now, in headspace where the only thing that mattered was the next dick. Number 5 stood close at the side of Paolina's headrest, his substantial dick level with her face. From my perch above, I caught the faint presence of his cologne. Paolina took him hungrily in her mouth.

Though Heidi was well acquainted with the mental threshold over which Paolina had crossed, there were still rituals to observe. Heidi would make the introductions on Paolina's behalf.

"You. Biceps. What's your name?"

"I'm Victor," said Victor, with a high-beam smile.

I'd be smiling too, if Paolina were sucking my cock with as much noisy need as she was sucking his. Her head was in profile to me as she greedily slurped away, sucking this man's wide dick below her semen-stained veil. This lascivious vision stopped my heart.

"And you?" Heidi asked the expressionless tall guy in Paolina's pussy.

"Travis," he answered. A monosyllabic type, with a two syllable name.

"Corey, meet Victor and Travis," said Heidi. "Victor's the one practically choking your beloved with what has to be the thickest cock I have ever seen. Good Lord!"

Victor's grin beamed brighter, which surely wasn't possible. This guy had charisma for miles. He was of the bodybuilder variety, with oversize muscles to match the girth of his heavy penis. His haircut was military high-and-tight, but his face was the face of a big, goofy kid. Victor was the grown-up version of that kid everybody liked on the playground—the happy kid who agreed to everything, no matter how stupid the suggestion.

"Guys, this is Corey. Corey has a bad case of blue balls tonight," Paolina said with faux concern.

"Glad to meet you, Corey! Thanks for inviting me!" said Victor.

"You can thank Paolina for that," I said.

"I think she 's thanking him," said Travis flatly, pumping into Paolina with his slender cock. Travis's sardonic tone came from years of practice.

Where Victor was wide with muscle and shorter than average in height, Travis was long and lean and rangy. His muscle definition was there, but it was lean muscle. He was a too-tall version of a young Iggy Pop, complete with lifeless limp hair parted down the middle.

Where Victor's cock was thick and fat, Travis's was long and slim. It appeared to reach places others couldn't. Paolina's grunts were testimony to that.

"So what's the story, Victor?" I asked. "How do you know Paolina?"

"Theth ma mutha vuh-huh-huh nuh-huh-huh," Paolina offered, through a mouthful of cock.

"Diction!" Heidi demanded.

Paolina popped the cock out of her mouth. The head of this monster was as massive as the rest of it.

"He's my mother's veterinarian," clarified Paolina, and shoved Victor back where she wanted him.

Gina's involuntary belly laugh from the shadows—a loud "Ha!" she felt bad about later—didn't hurt Victor's feelings. He just grinned his happy grin.

"It makes perfect sense to me," I said to no one in particular. "In fact, it sorta answers every question I had."

It did, actually. No other human being ever impersonated a happy, goofy retriever puppy more than the man who was face-fucking my fiancée.

"What about you?" I asked Travis.

"We life modeled in college."

"No kidding!" beamed Victor. "For art classes?"

"Are you an artist yourself?" I asked. I didn't care in the least what he was. I just needed to take my mind off my aching balls. And I didn't mind distracting him.

"Nope," he said.

"So you and Paolina did some posing," I prompted.

"Uh ike niz aw," Paolina said, by way of explanation.

"Translation, anyone?" asked Heidi.

Gina piped up. "I think she said 'I liked his cock.' "

Paolina confirmed this with a thumbs-up gesture.

"Still do, right?" asked Travis. Sardonically.

"Zha thuh meh."