.........part 4 .......comments are always welcome
...........comments are always welcome......
When I come into the kitchen, both men are there, drinking red wine.
What takes my breath away is the fact that they are both naked.
They are sitting at the kitchen table, so I can only see their upper bodies and their legs, but that has always been the most exciting thing about a man for me.
A naked man is only half as erotic as a shirtless man to me. Adam holds out his glass of red wine to me.
"Some wine?" I look at Pao to see if I was instructed to drink or if it was a suggestion.
"Only if you want cara." I shake my head. I don't like to drink, and here with them, I don't want to be drugged or woozy. I want to savor every moment, enjoy and experience.
I walk toward the table and lie on my back between the two men.
There was no other instruction before I went to pee, and the last one was clear.
I spread my legs as wide as I can, and rest my feet on the table.
My position would be humiliating for me, it probably should be, but it makes me so hot that I stretch my back and stretch my arms far above my head.
Do I want to make them hot? Yes!
I grip the edge of the table with both hands and moan with excitement.
One hand strokes my breast, but I don't look. It doesn't matter which one of them it is.
I try to press my chest against the touch. Fingers close around my nipple, and I freeze in anticipation.
I remember the pain in the bathroom and the feeling of it shooting down into my belly and into my pussy, exciting me to no end.
I want to feel it again.
When it doesn't happen, I know it's Pao's fingers giving me only what absolutely must be. Adam would have seen my arousal and would have let me have the sweet pain I desire.
Pao enjoys the power.
"Adam will tie you up and fuck you. Unless you are sure you can keep your legs in that position the whole time cara. And I'll tell you something about what a slave girl needs to know." I nod. I am sure, I can not keep my legs in one position when Adam fucks me. Never ever.
Adam stands up and shows me a rope. I nod again.
He comes around the table and stands right in front of my open pussy. His hand strokes my belly, and his thumb presses on my clit. I wince with delight.
He smiles contentedly because he can make me so hot so quickly. Then he ties my ankles to my thighs in a pattern that is quite complicated for me. I feel like a rotisserie chicken. Unraveled, ripped open, gutted, horny.
Now I just need to be skewered and put on the grill. Helpless and delicious.
I moan.
Adam pauses.
Then I feel the tip of his cock sliding up and down my pussy. I moan and imagine my pussy starting to drip at his touch.
"You are wet, my little slut. I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to thank me for it. Is that clear?" His voice is hard, and cold, and I could thank him right now.
"Yes."
He rams his cock deep inside me, and I know, he must be fighting very hard not to cum inside me right away. Pao is watching, and it has to make Adam crazy hot.
Yes, I'm about to come soon too, it's so sexy. Adam pumps into me.
I hear Pao's voice saying something, and I work like an audio recorder. I'll call it up later.
Right now, my vagina explodes as Adam thrusts hard into me. I cum, and a scream escapes my lips.
I feel something against my face, and something is pressed into my mouth. I try to bite down on it, but it's too narrow for my molars and too high to let me close my mouth. Hands grip around my head, and something is tightened.
I've been gagged professionally. And very quick.
"You should teach your whore to keep her mouth shut, Adam," Pao says.
"Sorry bro. I want to hear her screams when I fuck her."
I scream. I just feel the need to scream while Adam's cock fucks my pussy. It's so hot, so animalistic, I hope he doesn't come too fast.
"Can you hear me, cara?", I hear amid the ongoing ecstasy.
I look at Pao and nod.
My orgasm subsides, but Adam moves so hard, so deep inside me, that my field of vision blurs. I want him to keep fucking me, and I feel my pussy sucking him in, wanting to get hot again and explode.
But I also want to feel Pao's power.
I dream of him taking his cock out and ramming it deep down my throat until I can't breathe. I don't want flower-and-bee sex. I want Adam to fuck me, look me in the eye, and call me slut.
But I have to earn it. This is what Pao is saying right now.
"To become my cunt, my whore, my slut, you have to do something you would never do." The words, the tone, the meaning turn me on so hard, that I cum. It feels as if he were in my head, and said exactly what I wanted to hear.
I explode and scream into the gag and I love having it in my mouth.
I can scream that I want more, that I want to be fucked even harder, and no one can understand.
It's just too hot. I'm still shaking, but the words are getting through to me.
"To become my slave, you must prove that this relationship is more important to you than the conventions of the society around you. We've been watching you with Adam long enough to work out something that will prove it."
I'm still moaning under Adam's hammering blows, but my mind is telling me that I should be scared right now, exactly now!
"I'm going to tell you how it's going to go down, and you're going to hate it with all your soul. And then you're going to do it. Because you're going to be my slave. And then I will do what I hate. Because I want to become your master. We'll both pay and we'll both win." I cum again or still maybe. I can't control my body shaking ecstatic at this display of love.
Adam's cock is too big for me, and it's just glorious. I jerk in ecstasy and milk his cock inside me until he comes moaning, and pumps his hot cum inside me.
Adam grips the ropes on my legs tighter and rams his cock into me until he goes limp. I want it again and again, whatever it takes.
The gag is removed from my mouth, and I say: "Thank you, Adam."
He looks at me, and I see how happy I made him with those words. He nods and starts to free my legs from the ropes. As the blood circulates back to normal, they shake a little and tingle. He smiles. I am sure, he too knows the feeling.
Pao hands me a glass of water, and I drink it greedily. I am completely dehydrated. And tired, so infinitely tired. Leaning on my elbows, watching Adam unleash my legs, I drink another glass of water.
Slower this time.
Pao grabs my breast, and I almost drop the glass.
My body has been naked and bare for too long. No clothes that permanently rub against it. I feel every touch 100 times stronger now.
“Was it good for you, cara?”
“Yes.” I say slowly because something in his eyes is warning me.
Pao bends over me and takes my nipple in his mouth. He sucks on it and his unshaven face scratches over my skin.
When I feel his teeth on my nipple, I'm really scared. When he sucks again and then bites my nipple, the pain is all I can feel.
Deep, tearing and overwhelming.
I can't even scream, I just gasp and drop the glass.
But it does not fall.
Pao has already let go of my nipple and looks intently into my painfully distorted face.
He is not smiling, but I see a cold rage in his eyes. Anger. Jealousy?
His hand on the glass above mine. His voice comes to me as if from behind a thick fog of pain and weakness.
"A master would never hurt his slave. The pain is very strong, I know. It doesn't want to go away at all. But you are not hurt, your skin is intact. Remember that, cara. No one will hurt you." I don't even notice, because my eyes fill with tears and my nipple burns like fire.
He keeps talking, but his words make no sense to me. I sob in pain and disappointment that he did it to me as I feel a touch on my head.
Adam puts the gag on me again.
This can't be true!!! Am I not in enough pain?!
Pao's voice comes through to me again, and I suspect something bad.
"I'm going to do it again, cara. You don't understand it yet, but you will be grateful to me.”
I shake my head to stop him and scream a no into my gag. But my head doesn't move at all, as it is being held by Adams Hands, and something incomprehensible comes out of my mouth.
Pao goes to the other side of the table and looks at me calmly. Adam holds my head in place, and my screams seem to be exactly what Pao wants to hear from me.
In all the pain and fear I catch a crazy thought running through my mind:
“So what the hell you want? Has the whore to scream or not?” I have to be crazy to think about such stupid things right now.
He bends over my nipple, and I want to push his head away, or at least cover my breasts.
That's when Adam grabs my hands.
As he did once before, he pushes them up and over my head. Pao straightens up and walks to the end of the table.
I sigh in relief. I have made it clear to him that I don't want it!
He stands between my legs and looks at me. Then he very slowly guides his cock into me and starts to move.
He fucks me slowly and agonizingly, keeping me on the verge of orgasm. Every time I want to come, he stops and waits. Like the night before, I slowly feel my senses fading.
I must come, or I will pass out. Pao leans over me, and as his mouth approaches my nipple I know it has been a trap.
"I'm going to do it again now cara, and it's going to hurt very, very much." He starts pumping hard into me.
He want to cum, while he is doing it!!!
I know that, and it would excite me if I wasn't so afraid of the pain. He moans, and his orgasm floods over him.
"Come now cara!" he commands me, and without understanding, how it can be in all my fear, I cum under his thrusts as his mouth closes around my nipple.
I don't want to come, I want him to stop, but there's nothing I can do about it.
My pussy does what he says and closes over his hard cock over and over again. I feel his teeth and his exploding cock inside me, and then he bites down.
The orgasm, the pain - everything mixes, and I scream at the top of my lungs into the gag.
Through the tears, I see Pao's face rapt with delight, as if he had glimpsed the most beautiful thing in his life....
I no longer feel his cock inside me, although I can hear it pumping into me. My vision blurs, and I can still hear Pao roar with pleasure as everything turns around me.
The pain is not fading away, and my body is shaking in the next wave of orgasm.
I feel dizzy and dizzy and weak and helpless, and I don't know anymore if this is reality or if I dreamed all this.