Paolina is Pleasure

Gina's other hand slipped into her panties. A sense of calm enveloped me.

I was no less miserable in my acute lust than I was before, but the storm in my head had leveled off. As I watched Brooke and Gina, I noticed my hips involuntarily rocking, as if Paolina were straddling my lap. I was fucking air and I felt stupid about it. But I couldn't will it to stop.

A luckier man than I expelled his pent-up sperm into Paolina. He was particularly vocal about it, too, but I was no longer phased. Any moment now I would be inside her....

Gina's head pitched forward and her body shuddered.

"You're gorgeous," Brooke managed to say, as Gina came.

One by one, the last of the congregants honored Paolina in their profane way—my Paolina, who loved and honored lust for all the wonders it returned to her.

And how was my beloved, as the ceremony drew nearer to a close? My bride-to-be was an unspeakable mess. Depravity's crime scene. The man she was sucking blew off on her veil, and his gloppy streams raced down the contours of her cheeks and neck. Her once-faultless makeup was a wreck.

The length of Paolina's body glistened with a watery base glaze. Atop this, Paolina was embossed in dozens of white spatters that curled and dotted and clung to her skin. Her tiny tuft of pubic hair was matted with cum. Her stockings were destroyed, a confusion of rips and stains. A jettison of someone's jizz hung from her shoe.

Cum oozed from her vagina, of course. The glimpses I'd caught of her vulva confirmed her excessively abused pussy was as puffy and swollen as Heidi had predicted. There were scratches and finger marks on her hips and thighs. Bite marks on her breasts. There would be bruises.

In time, the penultimate congregant emptied his sperm into Poalina with a rutting growl. The last few men had all come in her pussy, as if claiming territory. Or perhaps just to unselfishly pave the way for me.

"Well, Oscar!" exclaimed Paolina in a hoarse voice, as the last man—a guy in his forties with the beginnings of a paunch—slipped into her. "Have you been waiting long?"

Oscar laughed.

"Trust me, you are worth the wait," he said, fucking her at a vigorous pace.

Brooke, standing at last, stretched her naked body. She massaged her jaw. Gina found her dress and began buttoning herself up. She looked happy.

Heidi stood behind Poalina, watching Oscar's cock slide in and out of her best friend. She absently stroked Paolina's sticky cheek.

Paolina was exhausted. And punchy.

"Sweetheart, this is Oscar," she began. "I know Oscar from when—"

She broke off, giggling at the absurdity of the whole damned thing.

Oscar grinned. "I painted her mother's house."

"I'm such a whore!" laughed Paolina, delightedly shaking her feet in the air.

Heidi was reassuring.

"You're not a whore, darling. I think it's pretty obvious you're a cum slut."

"I'm that, too!" crowed Paolina.

Brooke bent to give Paolina a friendly peck.

"You are my hero," she said.

"Oscar," said Heidi. "Hurry up and finish. Do it now."

"Yes, Mistress Heidi," Oscar answered. He graciously increased his concentration.

That calm I mentioned? It evaporated, just like that. My unrelieved cock was agony. Through the soiled panties, I screamed at Oscar to hurry. I jerked my body in violent frustration. The heavy chair scraped on the platform.

"It's time to unstrap him, ladies. When Oscar comes. Wait for my permission."

Brooke and Gina joined me on the platform, flanking both sides of the interrogation chair.

"Undo his neck strap now," Heidi instructed Brooke. "Then it's quick-quick, on my say so. Ankles first, then arms, then thighs, then wrists. Wrists last. Just yank, unbuckle, and get out of his way."

"Got it," said Brooke. Gina patted my shoulder.

Oscar's breathing changed. His thrusts staggered. Heidi, behind him, grasped his shoulder and reached through his legs with her riding crop. She lightly jostled his balls with the crop's flapper. Oscar cried out with pleasure and blew his load into the mix.

"Goodnight, Oscar," said Mistress Heidi.

Panting, Oscar pulled out and wiped a last droplet of cum onto Paolina's stocking. He kissed Paolina's knee.

"Goodnight, ladies," he said. Oscar gave me a thumbs-up and a smile on his way to the stairs.

"May I take off my shoes, Mistress?"

"Yes," granted Heidi.

Paolina violently kicked the spendy pumps off her feet. I saw the little string of cum flip in the air. One of the shoes landed on the platform near Gina.

Heidi removed Paolina's leg supports from the chair. Paolina slumped on the backrest, her arms dangling. Her stockinged feet rested flat on the floor.

"Put him out of his misery," ordered Heidi.

I felt the hard tugs and the straps falling free. Ankles. Arms. Thighs. Wrists! I ripped the panties from my mouth.

I scrambled off the platform like I'd just heard the starting pistol. I dropped to my knees between Paolina's legs, heedless of the cum on the floor. With as much gentleness as I could muster in my frenzy, I slipped two fingers into my beloved and withdrew a glob of cum. I shook it onto the floor.

Though my cock screamed for the relief inside Paolina, I lowered my head to her swollen vulva. I needed to soothe her. Heal her.

Paolina flopped her hand into my hair, pushing me away.

"I don't think I can come anymore. Just fuck me."

With that, I climbed into a sitting position opposite her and pulled her into an embrace. She wrapped her wet legs around my waist. I pushed her damp veil aside and we kissed hungrily.

I felt the cold, wet shock of her sticky body on mine. In the same moment, my unyielding cock sank into her warm depths. It was as heavenly as I had fantasized. Her skin, her lips, her tongue tasted of other men's cum, which only inflamed me further.

My hands raced over her in a frenzy, pulling her closer. I never wanted to let go. She bounced her hips urgently on my rigid erection.

I was mad with lust, dying to come... but like poor Victor before me, the lack of resistance in the slippery bliss of her pussy made that impossible.

Through my overwhelmed senses, I heard Paolina's voice in my ear.

"I love you so much. I need your beautiful stiff cock. Fuck me. Never stop fucking me."

I was dimly aware of footsteps climbing the staircase—Heidi, Gina and Brooke leaving us to ourselves.

Paolina's hands slipped between us and she pulled at my nipples.

"I need this cock," she said softly. "For the rest of my life. I need your cum inside me. Wash them all out of me. I love you. Wash it all away. Fill me up. Flood me. Cleanse me with my husband's cum."

A ripple of pleasure began in my balls. I gasped, and the orgasm I was desperate for tore through me. I shot spurt after spurt into Paolina's body, enough to wash away a hundred lovers.

But really, what did that matter?

Paolina was able to come again, thanks to another devilish piece of furniture waiting for us atop the platform—Heidi's queening chair. Fully in her own control, there in the shadows, Paolina rode my face to a quivering midnight orgasm. I lay on my back and licked her as clean as I possibly could, my own cum spreading over my cheeks.

Gina was green with envy when I told her about this later. She said she never would have left the dungeon had she'd known what that piece of furniture was for.

Here's what mattered. I discovered I could not possibly deny Paolina the joy I had witnessed that night, the insatiable joy alive in her heart and her body.

I can't deny, in my heart, the strange new joys I continue to find in sharing Paolina's pleasure with others... as a very happy participant.