The Bottom Slave Ch. 10a

'Enough, Dave!' Liz called into his ear. 'Enough!'

Dave's brain somehow ignored the 'finishing' command-word. He lay on his back on the bed, his tongue continuing relentlessly, repeatedly pumping in and out into thin air from his opened mouth.

'It's not working!' Clare exclaimed. 'How do we stop it?'

Sheryl, still looking dazed, had recovered enough from her anal-pumping to walk very carefully out of the room to relax next door.

'Dr Jacqui Blackmore said it might happen,' Liz explained, looking amused at Dave's overworked mouth. 'It's when the brain gets overloaded she said. It'll burn itself out in a few hours.'

She went up behind him, firmly holding his head.

Clare and Debby had stripped and were kneeling further up on the bed, their bottoms ready for a dual worshipping.

'Oh well, waste not want not,' Clare joked.

Liz moved Dave's resistant head in the direction of her two friends waiting expectantly. Dave still knew what was going on. He knew that he had no control over his tongue; he had full awareness of what was happening to him; could hear their laughter and enjoyment; could even hear the drizzle outside turning to rain on the window pane.

'Me first,' Debby tried.

'Oi, I'm a senior director,' Clare interceded. 'So I should take precedence.'

Liz strongly swivelled Dave's head further so he was looking directly at two large and hungry female bottoms.

'Oh, welcome to the board,' Liz said to Debbie.

'Oh come on, I'm gagging for it,' Debby protested. 'I haven't had a good seeing-to for ages.'

'Debbie's our new marketing director, Dave,' Liz said, directing his head closer towards the dual set of buttocks. 'From now on she's going to be marketing you and all your new skills to the top end of the luxury market.'

Liz had positioned his face with it's power pumping tongue near to Debbie's bottom. Clare looked resigned to being second.

'So we reckon we can hire you out for fifty thousand a day,' Liz went on.

Dave couldn't speak or do anything but look hopelessly on as Debbie's bottom came closer and closer to the tip of his extended piston-like tongue. Liz's grip on him was vice-like.

'I know what you're thinking, Dave,' Clare interrupted. 'But I'm afraid you only get the one percent over and above your contracted rate.'

He was so close now he could smell her bottom.

'We've been to the gym, Sweetie,' Debbie told him.

'And we didn't have time to shower,' Clare interjected. 'Hope you don't mind.'

'But you'll make two women very happy,' Liz said, guiding his helpless head so his projected tongue pumped against Debbie anus. Her back arched instantly.

'Gently,' Debbie gasped.

Skilfully, Liz used his head as a tool, cleverly steering his tongue to probe all around Debbie's sensitive anal area, allowing her anal muscle to open in anticipation. Then Liz adeptly manoeuvred his face by thrusting his head to enter the thrusting oral organ deeper inside the welcoming passageway.

'Eeeeeeehhh,' Debbie went, gripping the headboard as some means of support.

Grinning wickedly, Liz pushed his head to immerse his face into Debbie's crack, with his tongue drilling deeper inside the anal cavern of the ecstatic woman.

Small gasps emitted from Debbie as her top half collapsed onto the pillow. Dribble seeped from the corner of her mouth, while a permanent grin fashioned her face. Her eyes stared into space, repeatedly widening at each deep penetrating thrust.

'No... no... no...' Debbie squeaked, her entire body racked by such an intensive orgasm she was unable to move.

'No, let her really have it,' Clare urged, wickedly vengeful from having to wait her turn. 'I want to hear her scream.'

Grinning from ear to ear, Liz thrust Dave's head even deeper into Debbie's bulbous posterior and sat on the back of his head.

Small whimpers escaped from the back of Debbie's throat, while her hands helplessly let go of the headboard as her last means of support vanished. The agony of the intense multiple-orgasm vibrated stings of electrical energy to every nerve-ending in her body. She was totally vulnerable and at the mercy of her tormenting friends.

'Go on,' Clare egged on, a salacious grin on her face. 'Take her further.'

Liz cruelly shifted about on the back of Dave's head to extract even more pressure to force his tongue in deeper.

Now Debbie couldn't even make sounds. She was beyond that. She just stared into space to a place she would want to stay forever even enduring all this ecstatic agony. It was Paradise. But it hurt so much.

Dave's air supply had run out and he was struggling as best he could. Liz was kneeling on one of his arms and Clare held the other. He was fighting for survival. There was nothing he could do but look forward to the welcoming darkness that was soon to inevitably come.

'Don't you dare let him pass out,' Clare warned Liz, desperately wanting to follow Debbie but without him being rendered unconscious. Added to that she didn't know when the auto-pilot of his projecting mouth organ was going to run out of steam.

'Dare me,' Liz replied.

'Please don't,' pleaded Clare, her bum itching for oral attention.

Just as he was about to pass out Liz suddenly got off him and sharply pulled his face away where it had almost been glued to Debbie's bottom.

With his face a dark crimson, he inhaled greedily, his mouth still working with his pumping tongue. Liz held his head up to Clare and they both laughed, his expression looking quite comical to them.

Debbie gradually drifted back from her eternal ecstasy, her eyes beginning to refocus. Liz's eyes went to the bedside clock.

'God, look at the time!' she exclaimed.

'What!' Clare exclaimed.

Just then Sheryl entered, looking refreshed.

'We'll be late,' she told them. 'Come on.'

'What about me?' Clare protested.

Liz let Dave flop down while he recovered from severe oxygen deprivation. He lay beside her completely spent. He was on his back, mouth agape, his tongue still rapidly shooting in and out.

'Sorry, Sweetie,' Liz said grinning. 'We've got a birthday party to go to.'

'Just you wait you bitches,' said the despondent Clare.

'Can't be helped,' Sheryl laughed, seeing Clare's annoyed expression.

Liz hurriedly dressed, then assisted Sheryl to get the stunned Debbie to fit into her own clothes.

'We're off to see the clients you've got tomorrow,' Liz crowed to Dave.

'It's for a bit of promotion, marketing and networking,' Debbie told him, now recovered.

'I think it's best if we keep the little 'extra' service with his mouth only for special occasions,' Sheryl advised. 'We'll keep it just for ourselves.'

'Or ask for another, say, ten thousand,' Debbie offered, wearing her marketing hat.

'Yeah, I'll go with that,' Liz agreed.

'Carried unanimously,' Sheryl declared. 'And I call this directors meeting closed.'

They all laughed except Clare.

'We've still got the little matter of my input into the staff training,' she said to Dave.

He couldn't hear anything. He was somewhere else, another world where he wasn't being used by women with large bottoms.

'See you later,' they called, 'and have fun', leaving Clare to stare down at the exhausted Dave.

'Save me some food,' Clare called after them. She moved closer to Dave and dragged him near to the bed's edge. Then she knelt on her right knee, with her left leg standing on the sheepskin rug. Then she grinned down at Dave's widening eyes as he suddenly realised what she was about to do.

Surely not, not with him being in such a state. She wouldn't, would she?

As her body slowly lowered itself down towards his face he realised she was going to make full use of his tongue before it switched itself off. And that could be hours. Her smell of her excitations wafted into his nostrils as she straddled his face. Then he couldn't see or breathe as she sank down, guiding his drilling tongue to imbed itself inside her dominating anal passage.

It was noisy, very noisy. Music and female chatter made it noisy. It was the type of noisy where you had to almost shout to make yourself heard. There were a lot of 'Darlings' being said.

The VIP Gold Bar was splitting at the seams it was so packed. People were spilling out into other bars. It was like a who's who of female celebrities, mostly A List and a few B's.

Tamara was mingling with her guests like a good hostess. She paused to greet a young Welsh singer.

'Darling!' Charlotte Church exclaimed in her Welsh lilt, hugging Tamara. 'A very happy birthday.' They both pecked each other's cheeks in greeting.

Liz and Debbie left chatting to a group including Beyonce and The Sugar Babes and meandered over to the two young women.

'Hi, girls,' Tamara said. 'Charlotte, this is Liz and Debbie from the agency I was telling you about.'

'Oh yes,' Charlotte said. 'We've already met. I heard all about your special escort who Tamara's seeing tomorrow. I've booked up a session next week. I can hardly wait.'

Liz beamed. 'We're taking bookings like there's no tomorrow.'

Jennifer Lopez wandered over. They all pecked cheeks.

'You got one hell-of-a party,' J-Lo said.

'Loved your latest,' Debbie said to her.

'We've given our top-of-the-range Supreme Escort more training,' Liz smilingly told her.

'Can't wait,' J-Lo laughed as she was dragged away by Serena Williams to meet someone. Serena soon returned to ask Debbie: 'Can you put me down for him asap?'

Debbie shifted through pages in the diary she'd been holding and writing in all evening.

''Fraid we're booked up solid for over four months,' Debbie said apologetically.

'Oh fuck!' Serena exclaimed. 'Well make it for as soon as possible, will you, Darling. My bum needs a good toning.'

'It takes at least six sessions to get an all over toning,' Liz advised, showing the model her backside.

'My, that is one toned ass!' Serena gasped.

Just then Nigella Lawson came over and greeted Tamara.

'Here's the menu for tomorrow,' she said, handing Tamara her birthday five-courser.

'Oh, Nigella,' Tamara squeaked. 'That's absolutely delicious.'

'I do hope so,' Nigella gushed. 'See you later.' She drifted off into the masses.

It was nearly midnight and female guests were still arriving. Tamara was so looking forward to tomorrow.

'I love you,' Clare gasped, wiggling her bottom to extract the most intimately possible contact between his mouth and her anus. 'I love you so much.'

The back of Dave's head was now wedged against the headboard, while Clare knelt straddling his chest, her backside pressing aggressively against his face. His inflated lips were jammed hard to her anal muscle as his tongue pumped deeply in and out of her sensitive passage. With his face submerged between her buttocks, he hadn't breathed for some considerable time and now he was terrified of passing out.

'No one's made me come like you,' she panted, holding his weakened, flailing wrists.

His body writhed desperately beneath her, but he was unable to move to defend himself. He was on his back with his legs tucked up under him so she had complete control to do whatever she wished with him. Thankfully her multiple orgasm was coming to an end.

He made plaintive muffled cries of mercy but she had a wicked grin on her face and she turned to glance at his bulging, fearful eyes. Please let me breathe, they begged. Please don't do this to me, they pleaded.

Cruelly, calculatingly, she pressed her bum into his face even more to give him absolutely no chance of breaking away from her suffocating stance.

Just then his tongue finished it's relentless drilling, slowing to a halt, then to a complete stop. Somehow it was unable to retract and stuck out of his mouth like a pointed projectile.

'Sleep well, my lover,' she smilingly announced, amused at his horrified closing eyes.

She rubbed her backside further into his face to catch the glorious ebbing sensations of his tongue imbedded deep inside her bottom.

'Oh, that's so good,' she breathed, smiling at his closing eyes and his body relaxing.

She was almost disappointed as his tongue finally and slowly withdrew from her aching arsehole back into his mouth. Then she carefully got off him and pulled him down the bed by his feet.

'I feel well and truly arse-fucked,' she cheerfully said to him, making him as comfortable as possible. But he was out for the count. Hours of being used as a sex toy, hours of his tongue expending lots of energy meant he was completely exhausted. As well as being smothered into oblivion.

'Sleep well,' she said again. 'You're going to need all the energy you've got tomorrow.'

Then she sang happily to herself while she showered and got ready to meet the others.