Paolina is Pleasure

Heidi would not give up on the ridiculous introductions.

"Corey, this is my friend Trey. He helped out a lot with the design of this dungeon."

"I don't care!" I heard myself yell.

"Manners!" said Mistress Heidi.

"It's okay, Love," Paolina said with as much of a soothing tone as she could muster.

Paolina was looking at me, but her eyes couldn't fake where her attention really was.

"It's just dick," she soothed. "It's just dick, baby. It's really, really good dick. But you know I love you so much more than I'm loving this. And you know it's your dick I need. You know who I need inside of m—"

Heidi interrupted. "Trey, do you remember the last time you played with Paolina?"

Heidi was really messing with me now.

"I do indeed," replied Trey. His voice was uniquely deep. Naturally.

"It was her first experience with suspension bondage," explained Heidi. "She was suspended from the ceiling, face down, in a very pretty hog tie. Wrists behind her back, bound off at her ankles. Trey is awfully good with rope."

"I remember all the—" Paolina yelped from another aggressive bite to her breast. "—all the blood rushing to my head. And the bite of the rope. I couldn't move a thing, hanging like that."

"Except your head," said Trey. "Which was just about three feet off the ground."

"But you never fucked me," said Paolina. "You only used my face."

"You didn't beg hard enough," said Trey.

Another involuntary "Ha!" from Gina, in the shadows.

"I thought I did," said Paolina with regret.

Trey was gently strumming Paolina's clit as his magic hips danced.

Connor released her tit with a slurping pop. He stood up. His erect dick bounced tightly. It was almost as hard as mine.

"Jeez, look at all this cum," said Connor. He lazily swirled the knob of his penis around in the jizz on her nearest breast. He lazily placed his large hand behind her neck.

"If a man didn't know better," continued Connor, "a man might mistake you for a cum-hungry whore."

"I am a cum-hungry whore."

"I'm a man," said Connor. He scooped up a sop of semen on his cock and shoved it into her mouth.

As Connor face-fucked my bride-to-be, Trey pumped faster. Obscene glug-glug noises came from Poalina's throat. My jealousy flared.

Her noises rose in pitch while Trey massaged her slippery clit.

Heidi stepped forward and slapped lightly at Paolina's nipples with the flapper of her riding crop.

"No one likes to be the bearer of bad news, my dear," said Heidi. "But your cum-hungry diet will dry up after tonight. Once these men blow their spooge, you'll never get to taste any of their messy spooges again. That's so very sad. Don't you think that's just so very sad?"

Two hard snaps at Paolina's nipples. A wail from Paolina.

"But I'll have Corey's cum, Mistress! All of it!"

"Who says romance is dead?" mused Heidi. Her next words were sing-song sarcasm. "I think Corey is the luckiest man on Earth."

"You gonna cum for us, bitch?" prodded Connor, arching his back for a better thrust.

"Yebph!" Paolina answered.

Mistress Heidi lifted Paolina's face (and the sex organ violating her mouth) with the handle of her crop. She cupped one of Paolina's tender breasts. She tugged steadily at the nipple.

In moments, Paolina came with a hoarse scream. Heidi clamped her friend's nipple tight in her hand, as the release of pleasure spasmed through Paolina's body.

"I want both of your loads on her face," Heidi instructed.

The usurpers were happy to oblige. The drummer stroked himself furiously. He ejaculated through the black netting of the veil onto Paolina's face. Paolina's joyful face.

With a bellow, the demon tore himself from Paolina's abused pussy and stepped to her face. He shot three rapid spurts onto her veil. A less propulsive spasm landed on her chin.

I stifled a scream of frustration through clenched teeth.

Paolina looked at me, and reached between her legs to feel the sperm there.

"I know it's hard, sweetheart, but oh my god. I can't wait for you to fuck me." She rubbed her mound. "I'm sorry, but your frustration is so hot right now. It really is."

A heavy string of cum in her veil elongated, then broke away onto her chest.

"Next!" yelled Heidi. Two congregants pulled themselves away from fluffer Brooke's attentions. Gina called the next two numbers.

"I'm a whore, sweetheart," Paolina said. "I've always been a whore. I'm loving this so much. I can never thank you enough. I love being a whore. And I love you a thousand times more than that."

I tried to hold in another scream.

"Let me fuck her, Heidi," I begged. "Get me out of this thing. Let me fuck her!"

I saw the look of pity on Gina's face. But Heidi had no pity for me.

"That case of blue balls has gone straight to your brain," she mocked. "I don't know why you're not happy. Who doesn't enjoy watching people fuck?"

She lingered on the sight of the silver-haired diplomat fucking Paolina. Athletically. His eyes were fixed on the dick of the second congregant, whom Paolina fellated with zeal.

"Just look at her," said Heidi. She's beautiful. She had so much fun choosing her outfit just for you. And all these horny boys are helping her accessorize it."

"It's not a game anymore!" I shouted.

"Whoever said it was? You have no reason to carry on like this. One by one, she's saying goodbye to it all! You should be happy as fuck."

I breathed hard through my teeth.

Heidi continued. "But you've given me an idea, and for that I will show you an ounce of mercy. I'll speed up the process. Gina, call four more penises on deck."

***

It was a game to Heidi.

I watched a burly, red-haired male heartily fuck Paolina. Her whole body bounced in place with his thrusts, her ivory leather pumps bobbing.

Five other men surrounded her chair in a circle. If my bride-to-be's hips were at six o'clock on the watch dial, and her head was at twelve, then Brooke was stationed at four o'clock. A thick towel cushioned her knees, as there was no room for the dog bed in these close quarters.

Mistress Heidi lounged imperially in a wooden folding chair with her legs crossed, just off the nine o'clock point. Across Paolina's body, Brooke was deep-throating another happy congregant. Heidi watched over her production with the look of a deeply pleased voyeur.

Heidi's faithful lieutenant Gina stood behind her, incongruously clothed, watching the second hand on her wristwatch.

The testosterone chatter from the males encircling Paolina was loud and ripe. It nattered above the steady moan coming from Paolina, and the continuous sound of slapping balls.

"Yeah, fuck that cunt."

"You got a beautiful pussy, baby, but you're gonna be sore tomorrow!" Laughter.

"Somebody's gonna have to mop this floor, man."

"Mistress has slaves to lick that up." Laughter.

"Suck that dick, baby! Fuck yeah, suck that big fuckin' dick!"

I wanted to scream again, but I wasn't going to give any of them the satisfaction. All I could do was try not to hyperventilate from frustration.

"Switch!" called Gina. The red-haired guy reluctantly pulled out of Paolina, and all six of them moved one step clockwise. Another man in Paolina's drenched pussy, another cock in her mouth, and another cock for Brooke to keep at attention.

This happened every thirty seconds. The rest of the rules were simple. Each player was allowed to blow his load wherever he wished, as long as it was in or on Paolina. Once a player came, he was to leave the dungeon, and the next man waiting on the staircase would take his place.

Though most of the men stroked themselves while waiting for their next turn in Paolina's mouth or pussy, none stroked himself to orgasm. Getting off inside Paolina's body was the unspoken prize among the dwindling congregants.

The guy in Paolina's mouth pulled out, and with a guttural Fu-u-uck!, shot his warm goo down her belly. The testosterone chorus sang its approval.

"Bet that felt good!"

"Dude, when was the last time you nutted?"

"Switch!" called Gina.

The guy squeezed Paolina's hand. "Have a wonderful life together," he said. As he exited the light, another congregant materialized from the shadows to take his place.

I was insane with lust. It had reached a new level. I was so wracked with desire, there was no longer room for the crazed jealousy that had consumed me earlier. Now I was just an animal thrashing against my captivity. I knew only one purpose. Reclaim Paolina's body.

Babble tumbled out of my mouth.

"I need your pussy, baby. I can't take it! I need to fill you up. I don't care who was there first. I just wanna be inside you. Let me be inside you. Let me inside you."

Paolina pushed away the cock from her mouth.

"You'll have me soon, Love. It won't be long—"

The man stopped her mouth with his determined dick.

I yelled in frustration again. It hurt not being able to throw my head back.

The man fucking Paolina, the hipster in tortoise shell glasses, bellowed as well, and he filled her with his thick seed. At this stage of the evening, whenever someone ejaculated into Paolina's pussy, a string of semen would run to the floor between two sets of legs—hers in the air, his balanced on curled toes.

"Switch!" called Gina.

Heidi stood up from her folding chair. She retrieved Poalina's wrecked panties from her table.

"Gina, stop the clock."

"Yes, Mistress," said Gina, lowering her watch.

The testosterone chorus fell silent.

The red-headed guy was in my fiancée's mouth.

"Step away," Heidi ordered. The man obeyed.

Heidi bent into Paolina, lifting her veil. Paolina mewed quietly while the man of the minute (well, half a minute) thrust steadily in and out of her cunt.

"Lady, you are a mess," said Heidi quietly. "Let's wipe some of this away."

She dabbed a splatter of cum away from Paolina's eyebrow, and wiped most of it off her cheeks.

"You've got seven more in line, sweetie," said Heidi. "Are you okay? We can stop."

"I can do seven more," whimpered Paolina. "I don't want it to stop. I want more. Mistress?"

"Yes?"

"May I kick off my shoes?"

"No."

"Mistress?" asked Paolina.

"Yes?"

"Can you play with my clit again?"

Her question caused an unexpected groan from the college kid Brooke was fellating. Brooke pulled him from her mouth in time and turned him toward Paolina.

"On her!" Brooke said with consternation. Frat Boy shot his voluminous seed onto Paolina's chest and belly with five youthful spurts. (Paolina and this kid? Seriously, what was the story there?)

Heidi sighed and handed off the panties to Gina. Gina accepted the garment gingerly and returned it to the table.

Heidi traced her fingers down and through the fresh, warm semen. Using it as lubricant, she gently manipulated her friend's clitoris.

"Hell, yes," muttered one of the testosterone chorus.

"Shut your mouth," ordered Heidi.

"This woman whose body you all profane is a fucking miracle," said Heidi. "Paolina is beautiful. Even covered in your spunk, she's beautiful. She'll make beautiful noises when I bring her to orgasm, which I intend to enjoy. If you diminish my joy—or hers—I will cane you."

The dungeon was silent, but for the sounds of Brooke's wet mouth, the hollow smack of cock in vagina, and Paolina's responsive moans. Paolina reached for Heidi's wrist, to bond with the source of her heightening pleasure.

Time stopped. In spite of the agony of my frustration, or the obscene spectacle of my Paolina soaked in sperm from her veil to her laddered stockings, a church-like silence settled over the place. The minutes stretched out as the sensations in Poalina's body leisurely, steadily, lifted her toward the sky, guided by Heidi's practiced touch and an increasingly insistent cock.

I could see Paolina's gathering bliss in the rise and fall of her chest. Her nipples tightened. Her pleasure rose up from deep in her mystery.

Paolina broke through the sky with a silent scream. Her body clenched and writhed in a euphoric spasm. Her delayed scream caught up to her and cut through me, from my neck to my nipples to my thwarted balls.

I had never before seen Paolina in such a state of rapture.

In that moment, I finally understood what I was witnessing.

The blissful scream wasn't Paolina's orgasm. It was the force that connected all of us to her. It was the force of lust driving the men who had emptied their balls into her body. It was in Heidi's fantasy of control. It was in Gina's erotic curiosity, and Brooke's unabashed love for cock. It even lived in my unrelieved agony.

Paolina was Pleasure.

Paolina... was pleasure.

"Tonight, you and I will say goodbye... and I will greet my new life with Corey...."

...in a state of joy.

Paolina was the power of the love she brought to each of us. And now she was consumed in the pleasure of her own body.

As the congregant in her mouth orgasmed, and Paolina swallowed the pumps of his semen like a flower wanting rain, her serene gaze turned to me. Behind her dripping veil, I was the only man I saw in her eyes. I was the joy I saw there.

I had reluctantly made her a gift of this night. Her measureless gift in return: I was witnessing for myself her erotic passage into my loving care.

"Switch," commanded Heidi, breaking the spell. The men moved clockwise and Gina resumed her timing duties.

Heidi collected Paolina's ruined panties. She crossed through the shadows and climbed the platform. Her leather squeaked as she walked up to me.

She dropped the panties on the floor between my legs. I felt the sweat of frustration beading on my forehead.

"Heidi," I whispered. "I get it now."

"It took you long enough."

She dropped her eyes to my inflamed cock. Then she sank to her knees.

"Heidi—" I began.

"Shh!"

I saw Gina look up from her watch at the strange scene unfolding on the platform.

Heidi's face was inches away from my aching, rigid rod.

"Switch," said Gina, a few seconds late.

"You're in distress," Heidi said.

"You're a mistress of understatement," I said, trying to hide my confusion.

"I'll ignore that. You've got pre-cum dripping all the way down your shaft. I'm concerned. Look at those swollen balls! You're so turned on by all that random dick down there, your balls are overloaded with need. They're churning out sperm by the scrotumful. You must feel very..."

Heidi blew a light stream of breath onto my scrotum. I flinched.

"...very..."

"Heidi—" I choked.

She blew lightly on the base of my cock, moving slowly upward. When her breath hit my glans, I inhaled sharply.

"...unfulfilled," she finished.

She picked the soiled panties off the floor.

I heard a groan. A congregant decoupled from Paolina and splattered her ankle and shoe with his runny ejaculate. Foot fetishists. There's one in every group.

"Switch!" called Gina.

"I just needed to see if you were ready," said Heidi. "Primed. You know the little gift-wrapped boxes upstairs by the door? That was my idea. Every man who's fucked Paolina leaves with a souvenir. It's a replica of these pretty satin panties she wore for you tonight. Look, you can see the little embroidered 'P' right here."

She showed me the monogram. Blots of cum darkened the fabric.

"The 'P' stands for 'I think Corey's prick is about to explode,'" explained Heidi. "But you mustn't come yet. You've got to hold out, until the last one of your rivals down there gets his nut."

The noisy male ramming Poalina gave a final thrust and blew his spunk inside her. The men were orgasming more frequently now.

"Switch!"

"You know what all those men will do with her sexy satin panties?" Heidi purred. "Let me show you."

She trailed an edge of the ruined satin slowly up my inner thighs—first one thigh, then the other. My stomach muscles fluttered.

"Heidi, stop," I begged.

She paid no attention. She took an end of the fabric in each hand, and softly drew Paolina's panties up behind my dangling balls. I groaned.

"Please stop, Mistress."

She slowly drew the panties back and forth across the back of my balls, with the lightest possible touch.

"You're calling me Mistress now?" she said. "That's a curious change. Yes, all those guys will start out teasing their balls, just like this. They'll all remember how they fucked your bride-to-be, right in front of you."

"Switch!" called Gina.

"But you say you understand it now, so I suppose you're not quite as pathetic as all that."

As Heidi curled the soft satin once, then twice around my shaft, she said:

"They'll think about her every time they jack off into her panties. They'll remember you, too. They'll say 'My, what a generous couple they were.' And then they'll do this...."

Heidi slowly pulled the panties off my penis. The sensation was unbearably cruel.

My mind was torment. My cock was so engorged it didn't budge a millimeter when the satin unwound and fell away.

I knew what was coming next. I hoped it wouldn't be me.

"I beg you, Mistress," I panted. "Don't do it."

"...and then they'll do this, " she insisted.

She floated the fabric lightly across the raging head of my penis.

"Switch!" called Gina.

My body shook. I couldn't stifle the high pitched keen escaping my mouth. I felt the cold wetness of semen draw across my glans.

"There'll be no more of that, I think," said Heidi, abruptly rising from the floor. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head against the chair's high back. With three pokes of her fingers, she stuffed most of the soiled panties into my mouth.

Squeezing my hair painfully, Heidi leaned into my ear. She smelled of leather, perspiration, and a heady perfume.

Her whisper was genuinely encouraging. Even friendly. "Hang in there. You're almost home."

Heidi left the platform. The man of the moment orgasmed in Paolina's pussy, just beating Gina's clock.

When Heidi reappeared in the glow over the sex chair, she whispered something to Gina. With uncertainty, Gina transferred the watch to Heidi.

Gina stepped near the platform and spoke to me. Brooke, only a couple of feet away from Gina, slurped her congregant noisily.

"Mistress Heidi has granted me a dungeon permission, if I choose to use it," said Gina.

"Switch," commanded Heidi.

Gina glanced down to my burning cock and back to my face.

"I think I want to," she said.

With that, Gina slid out of her shoes. She undid the buttons down her dress, stopping at her hips. I didn't know what to think anymore.

The man currently fucking Paolina was watching Gina. When Gina stepped out of her dress, the man groaned, pulled out of Paolina's tender pussy, and jerked another three slops of cum onto my fiancée's body.

"Switch," said Heidi, and another took his place.

Gina carelessly folded the dress and found a safe spot for it. She looked oddly endearing to me. Her bra was a lovely purple, covering plump, inviting breasts. Her panties were of the everyday variety, though they matched. She wore pantyhose over them. She'd never considered her dress might come off tonight.

That was as far as she stripped down. Gina dropped to her knees next to Brooke. Brooke smiled, and offered up the beefy cock of the man between them. Gina matter-of-factly took it in her mouth. Soon Brooke and Gina were sharing the hefty dick. It was clear Gina was putting on this surprising show for my benefit.

And her own. Gina steadied herself with a hand on the man's ass. She buried her face in his crotch to lick at his balls, while Brooke rapidly bobbed on the tip of his penis.