Paolina is Pleasure

"'Just fuck me'," Gina translated.

Ritual introductions complete, the trio concentrated on the pleasurable task at hand. Heidi kept silent for several long minutes, allowing the sounds of wordless sex to fill her dungeon. The groans and sucking and skin-slapping became an aural spell nobody wanted to break.

Which only intensified my already unbearable arousal. When I looked down at Paolina's scene, I saw three bodies locked in lust. When I looked over into the shadows, I saw four bodies in a sexual act: Brooke on her knees, tightly surrounded by the three males. She had the heads of two—two—penises in her mouth. Her probing tongue was alive with purpose and I could make out the froth of saliva running down her chin.

The third guy, Number 17, had positioned himself on his knees behind her in the dog bed. He straddled her calves. He was pressed into her, his erection flat against the small of her back. He whispered into her ear as he fondled her breasts.

And there was my fascinated pal Gina: fully clothed in her stylish button-front dress, eyes rapt, watching it all play out in front of her. Her mouth was slightly parted. She seemed drawn to Number 17, with whom I think she'd taken a liking. As I looked more closely, I noticed Gina's hips rocking almost imperceptibly as she watched how two dicks could be serviced with one mouth. But it was Number 17 she seemed most interested in, and I wondered if Gina was wishing he were whispering into her ear.

It dawned on me that Gina and I were the two horniest people in the dungeon. Of course we were! Like fools, we had both voluntarily put ourselves into our frustrating predicaments: Gina out of curiosity, I out of love.

Good thing I'm strapped to this chair, I thought. Gina and I would probably be screwing each other silly on the parquet floor if I weren't.

Paolina's orgasm brought me back to reality. It was muffled at first, then it pierced the room when her mom's veterinarian—also a gentleman—pulled his meaty dick from her mouth.

Travis followed shortly. He bucked hard with his final strokes, groaned, pulled out of Paolina, and jerked his cum randomly over her body as if she were a Pollock canvas. I knew he had painterly aspirations.

"My turn," said Victor, claiming Travis's territory. Victor sank his girth deep into Paolina with one slippery stroke. She inhaled loudly.

"Fuck, that's big!" she rasped.

"You're just sopping!" Victor said with surprise. God, how I envied him.

"Wet all over," Paolina said of the sperm on her chest and belly, some of it dripping, some of it sticking.

Travis, who knew he was no longer necessary, made his way to the stairs.

Paolina's next orgasm came very quickly, the first of four she would have with Victor.

I was beside myself. I was deeply triggered by the reality of her sopping pussy, flooded with the sperm of others. I would have given anything to fuck Paolina with all that cum inside her—of which there would be so many more contributions before it was my turn.

"You are a damn good fuck, Victor," observed Heidi.

Victor was too invested in his pleasure to respond. His reddened face was a mix of naked desire and determination.

"Think hard, Corey," Heidi began. "Look at what she's giving up for you. This is the last time she'll be able to fuck the family veterinarian—who coincidentally happens to be hung like a moose. This is the last time she'll be able to enjoy any cock larger than yours. What girl in her right mind would give that up, Corey? Seriously, think about how much love that is."

I thought I saw a fleeting ghost of quandary pass over Paolina's unfocused eyes. But it passed, and she sank back into her bliss.

"Don't you ever stop loving her," warned Heidi, with a steely passion I could not ignore. "Or I swear I will hunt you down."

When Paolina wasn't moaning with lust, she was whimpering with lust. When she wasn't whimpering, she was coming.

But their fucking soon turned into a dilemma worthy of Miss Manners. Paolina didn't want Victor to stop. Some two dozen other ex-lovers were waiting their turn. Brooke had to stop to rest her jaw. And Victor... well, poor Victor....

"Mistress Heidi?" he panted.

"Yes, Victor?"

"I can't come. I wanna come so bad inside her but I can't come. She's too slippery. It's like... bathing in warm olive oil."

"Then stop fucking her and step away," said Heidi.

"Please, Mistress!" cried Paolina. She grabbed Victor's ass with both hands to keep him inside her.

"I see," said Heidi. "It's like that, is it?"

"Yes, Mistress," whimpered Paolina.

Heidi looked thoughtfully on the pair, but addressed me.

"It's the weight of it, Corey. My friend made a vow... to cut off a part of who she is... just to marry you."

Victor's frictionless thrusts continued.

"What are you, Paolina?" asked Heidi.

"I'm a whore, Mistress."

"Whose whore are you?"

I felt the deep emotion in her answer.

"I'm Corey's whore, Mistress."

"Baby—" I began.

Heidi cut me off.

"All right, we have a setback," she announced to the dungeon. "But I have the solution. I need Jack and Jesse over here, tout de suite. And whichever number you are."

She meant Number 17. The three males moved into the warm glow illuminating Paolina and Victor.

"Gina, call the next two numbers. Brooke, I know you've got this."

Gina rummaged in the hood as Brooke got back into position.

"Numbers 14 and 21 on deck! 14 and 21!"

14 and 21 left the staircase. It was the way they moved in the shadows that caught my eye. The slimmer one had the silhouette and centered grace of a ballet dancer. The man with the shockingly bulked up biceps moved like a professional wrestler.

"I've been waiting to get my mouth on you two," Brooke flirted.

"Silence," said Heidi.

Number 17, in the area below me, was the Trinidadian school teacher I met earlier. He was shorter than many of the others. But he had an advantage over most every man he would meet. Not only was his erect cock of enviable size, it was just a damned nice cock to look at. The man was beautifully proportioned without his clothes. And if you don't believe me you can ask Gina, who still couldn't take her eyes off him.

Paolina, who was rapidly masturbating her semen-slippery clit, brought herself off as Victor tried to thrust harder for her. This one ripped through her like ignited flash paper, lifting her from the back of the sex chair. Her accompanying cry was sharp and brief.

Victor slowed his thrusts.

"Keep going," Heidi commanded. Victor resumed his former, frustrating pace.

"You two," Heidi said to Jack and Jesse. "Get down on your knees and suck her tits. Rough if you like, but not too rough."

The two kneeled on either side of the sex chair.

These two were obviously pals. Good enough pals not to have minded their penises rubbing together during Brooke's two-dick party trick. But they both balked at the watery shine of the cum glistening on Paolina's tits.

Heidi's riding crop struck Jesse's buttocks.

"Get your faces in there!"

The two men obeyed, grasping breasts that slipped in their hands, and worshipping them with their tongues. Paolina's responding groan was appreciative.

Heidi instructed the school teacher to fuck Paolina's mouth from the right side of the chair. Paolina cupped the beautiful man's balls in her hand and greedily swallowed his dick.

They were all handsome men. Jesse had a thick head of neck-length hair, which seemed breeze-tossed in a room without breeze. I'd already seen his irresistible smile when he'd greeted Paolina moments earlier. Jesse's body was nicely toned, as was his buddy Jack's.

Jack was a touch skinnier, with copper-colored hair in a sharp cut. His Vandyke beard came to a neat point below his boyish face. His pubic hair was a sedate, razored triangle just above the root of his cock.

"Gina," Heidi instructed. "Step over here. And bring me Paolina's panties."

"Yes, Mistress."

What was Heidi up to?

"Corey, these are Jesse and Jack and... I'm sorry, I don't know your name," prompted Heidi.

"My name is Darian."

"You have a very pretty cock, Darian," said Heidi flatly. "How did you meet Paolina?"

"We met at a concert. She came with another guy, but...." He trailed off with a grin.

"Jack and Jesse are bartenders at a place I like." Heidi's explanation was perfunctory. These were hurried introductions.

Gina appeared with Paolina's wrecked panties. Heidi placed them on the little table of accoutrements. I could tell Gina was uncomfortable being so close to Paolina and the four men servicing her.

"Stand behind Paolina."

Gina obeyed, but she was clearly nervous. I was getting nervous for her. It didn't help that she was so near to Darian. He gave her a little smile. She returned it, but her eyes couldn't help dropping to the sight of Paolina tugging at Darian's balls as she sucked him.

"Grasp the head rest with both hands," said Heidi.

Gina obeyed. I heard a whoosh, and Heidi's crop snapped down smartly on Gina's ass with a biting stroke. Gina jumped with a yelp.

"Hands on the chair!" reiterated Heidi. "That's for disobeying my order to keep silent."

Gina tried to protest. "I—"

"You were whispering with Darian. And I'm quite sure you began the conversation. Now you're going to make it up to me. How does your ass feel?"

"It hurts."

"How do you address me in my dungeon?"

"It hurts, Mistress."

"It stings. But do you feel other sensations radiating through you? When I do this, for instance?"

Heidi began a rhythm of repeated taps with the crop through Gina's dress, inching slowly up the top of her thighs to her buttocks. I saw Gina tremble.

"You feel it."

"Yes, Mistress."

"And you're wetter than you were a second ago, are you not?"

Gina didn't know how to answer. The riding crop leapt across Gina's ass.

"Are you wet?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You're clearly not alone," said Heidi, indicating the sperm-splattered Paolina. "Let go of the chair. You're doing well. Stand next to Victor."

Gina stepped around to the other end of the chair. Her face was flushed. The sounds of insistent sex permeated the room.

Poor Victor continued with thrust after thrust. I saw no hope for the orgasm we were all waiting on.

"You've been very helpful tonight, Gina," said Heidi. "You're a woman I can trust. Now watch. This is what I did to you."

The riding crop bit into Victor's ass. Victor yelped and thrust faster into Paolina, who gasped at the change. Jack and Jesse continued their diligent sucking.

"No harder than that," explained Heidi. Gina saw the flush of a red line appear on Victor's ass where Heidi had struck.

"And this is how I amplify the chasing sensations." Heidi demonstrated her tapping technique high on the back of Victor's thighs. "Light enough for sensation, hard enough to be felt. You see? You hear how his breathing's changed. Notice how I vary the rhythm so he can't anticipate."

She demonstrated further, then delivered a sudden smack again across Victor's ass. He gave a high pitched cry.

"Now it's your turn." Heidi handed the crop to Gina, handle first. "You'll do fine."

Whatever Gina might have imagined about tonight, she hadn't imagined this.

Paolina pulled Darian's penis from her mouth. "It's OK. You won't hurt him. And I really want him to come."

"I need to come!" pleaded Victor.

Gina began with a few tentative taps across the middle of Victor's thighs.

"Good. But a little higher," instructed Heidi.

Heidi began to masturbate Paolina, but watched her new protégé closely. A steady, muffled groan arose from somewhere deep in her friend.

Gina increased the insistence of the bouncing crop by tiny degrees.

"Yes-ss," hissed Victor.

"That's it, Victor," said Heidi in her studied, neutral tone. "You're going to come in that pussy any moment now. All this fuss will have been for nothing. You're going to spunk all over inside my pretty friend, aren't you? So that Corey will have plenty of lube when it's his turn. Isn't that the plan, Victor?"

"Yes, Mistress," choked Victor.

Gina chose this moment to land a stinging blow across Victor's bare ass. Victor howled. Gina immediately returned to light, coaxing taps.

"Excellent," praised Heidi.

"Thank you, Mistress," said Gina.

"And we're going to give Paolina another orgasm, aren't we, Victor? You and I and Gina... and Darian with his cock, and those two with their tongues.... We're all going to give Paolina a terrific orgasm, because that's what my terrific slut likes most. You do want to nut in this slut, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"You love fucking this slut! Everybody does, and they all want their turn. So let's all work together, Victor. Gina will get you over the edge, any second now. Oh, my! Do you hear that? I think my friend is about to come. Come on, Victor. Come inside her while she's coming on your big dick. Make Corey happy."

Two loud voices climbed together toward orgasm. Gina increased the speed of the crop, moving up and down Victor's ass. Then she struck him hard, three times in quick succession.

Victor howled, and he sprayed load after pent-up load deep in Paolina's vagina. Paolina screamed as she came.

Darian unexpectedly shot off as well. The first spurts launched across Paolina's veil and shoulder. The last spurts hit her lips and chin, and rolled down her neck.

Paolina rode out her unbridled orgasm clutching the heads of both bartenders, pushing their faces harder into her nipples.

Her orgasm subsided. She lay panting and limp in the chair. When Victor stepped away, a few tablespoons of his sperm slipped out of her.

I saw Gina nodding her head, satisfied with the good result of her accomplishment. Everyone seemed a bit stunned.

"May I kick off my shoes, Mistress?" Paolina asked in a scratchy voice.

"No." Then, to the room: "Can we get a round of applause for everyone?"

Clapping and cheers filled the room. Victor smiled sheepishly as he and Darian walked back to the staircase.

Heidi opened a water bottle and gave it to Paolina. Heidi rested an assuring hand on Paolina's wet shoulder as Paolina drank.

The cheers died down to a smattering of laughter, the tension in the room released. Heidi wiped her fingers clean with Paolina's destroyed panties.

Still breathing hard from her orgasm, Paolina handed back the water bottle.

"More," she panted. She didn't mean water. Or applause. Paolina looked up in my direction, but her eyes were glazed over. My deep red cock throbbed for her.

"Get at her, boys," she ordered Jack and Jessie. "Bang this chick, and make it quick. Where are all the premature ejaculators when I need them?"

The boys did as they were told. Jack took her mouth. Jesse planted his feet wide and hunched into her. Jesse's style was jack-rabbit fucking. It would have been comical, but for how frighteningly effective it was. Paolina mewled with renewed pleasure. High speed stamina was our boy Jesse.

"Why don't you tell Corey when you first noticed Paolina," suggested Heidi.

Jack glanced at Jesse, then up at me. With a wry grin, he said "I first noticed Paolina when she was fucking both of us on the bar after closing time."

"She helped us close two or three times a week after that," said Jesse. The wet sounds of slapping balls was incessant.

"Yeah, that went on for a while," added Jack.

"You managed to hide this from the bar owner?" I was trying to ignore my desperate cock.

"Ray and his wife run a tight shop," Jack explained, his hand behind Paolina's neck as he fucked her veiled face. "They're upright, super-straight-laced people."

"Who super liked to watch us fuck," added Jesse.

I raised an eyebrow at Paolina.

"Muh-huh," she confirmed with a nod.

I don't know why my heart fell in that moment. I don't know why her beauty suddenly felt like pain. Looking back, that was when my mounting lust finally crossed over into torment. Lust, vibrating through me and in all the bodies around me, had broken my defenses.

For the rest of that torturous night, I was no longer a rational being. I had to possess Paolina as my own, as mine alone, fucking every man in her promiscuous past out of her, once and for all.

In reality, I was strapped to a chair with my thighs wide open, my enflamed genitals on display for everyone's pity or mockery. There was nothing, nothing I could do about it.

I was forced to watch Paolina orgasm again, triggered this time by a surprise impulse of Jack's. Jesse had already blown his thick load haphazardly onto Paolina's lower abdomen and one of her thighs. A stray globule hit the top of her stocking. By the end of the night, her stockings would be saturated.

Jack commandeered her pussy then, and Jesse, standing behind her chair, reached down to pinch and play with Paolina's sticky nipples. The nipple play brought Paolina closer to the threshold. As the promise of climax drew nearer, Jack reached up between his pal's hands and grasped Paolina by the neck. He pushed her into the headrest, pinning her in place as he fucked her.

I protested, but was ignored. The restricting leather strap around my own neck only punctuated how helpless I was to keep Paolina safe from dangerous impulses—hers, or anyone else's.

"I'm watching," Heidi curtly assured me. I was grateful for that. Heidi's eyes didn't leave the hand gripping Paolina's neck.

"I'm playing light," said Jack. "Just until she comes."

Jack's fingers were lightly closed on her throat, but his iron palm on her breastbone kept her immobilized.

It wasn't that Poalina didn't welcome it. I was surprised Jack knew about this kink of hers. His gambit paid off in short order. Her lengthy scream of release pealed through the dungeon.

When the scream ended, Jack let go. Paolina crumpled in place, but her pelvis bounced along happily with the tempo of Jack's smacking thrusts.

Almost there....

Jack's face contorted. He grunted convulsively as he emptied his seed into Paolina's sopping warmth.

I was frustrated. I was angry. I was dangerously stimulated. My head was a storm of jealousy and desire. I wanted revenge. I wanted to howl! I wanted to fuck Paolina mercilessly out of her desire for anyone but me. I couldn't bear to see my beautiful Paolina spread her legs for one more tomcat dick.

But she did. She had twenty-two more to go.

***

Something had turned. My mind was in darkness as I was forced to watch the next two usurpers plunder the treasure of my fiancée's body.

The man with the enormous biceps walked past her spread legs, openly ogling her dripping vagina as he passed.

Gina called for Numbers 10 and 22 on deck.

"Hi, Connor!" greeted Paolina.

"Hey, Paolina," said the man, kneeling down beside her. His knee slipped a little in the cum on the floor.

"I've missed these tits," he said, before taking them in his mouth roughly. He was not gentle with her and she yelped at his technique, but she didn't push him away.

"Connor's a drummer in a touring band," said Paolina simply. Her words were punctuated by a sudden squeal.

"Take it easy on her, dude," I warned.

"S'all good," he responded, without bothering to look up. "I got this. These."

It did not improve my mood to see that the tall man with the ballet dancer's body looked like a demon in the light. He was bearded and bald, and the rake of his eyebrows was clearly this side of evil. He wore a body map of multi-colored tattoos from his neck to his ankles.

No surprise: he fucked like a demon, too. Maybe if I'd been in my rational mind, I would have better appreciated the strange wonders animating his pelvis. His hips were on an unholy swivel, strangely attuned to the responses from Paolina's body.