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“Spread your legs wider, whore,” Master Damon commanded. “Lift your hips so we can see exactly what you’re doing.”
Face flaming, Ellen did as she was told. Her clit was hard as a pebble, her labia slick with her own juices. As she rubbed herself, a moan escaped her lips, her breath coming fast and shallow.
“She is a delightful little slut, isn’t she?” Master Anthony said, amusement in his tone.
“Totally,” Master Damon agreed. “She’s a dirty little whore.”
“She’s getting me hard,” Master Mason rumbled. “What are we going to do about that?”
“What, indeed?” said Master Anthony. “I’m feeling a bit randy myself, now that you mention it.”
“Please, Master Damon,” she heard herself gasp, though she hadn’t meant to speak. “May I come?”
All at once, her hand was pulled from between her legs. “No. You may not,” Master Damon said. “Get up on your knees, hands behind your back. Then open your mouth wide.”
Frustrated but not really surprised, Ellen forced herself to roll over and kneel up. As she opened her mouth, she wished she could at least see what was coming.
Relax, she reminded herself. Don’t anticipate.
She gripped her hands behind her back as something cold and metallic was pressed into her mouth. She nearly cried out in dismay, only just catching herself in time as the offending object was forced between her lips. She hated dental gags.
Master Damon positioned the awful thing behind her front teeth. Her mouth was forced wider as he cranked the ratchet on the side of the gag. With a click, he locked it into place.
Then he gripped her by the hair, using her ponytail to drag her forward. Her forcibly opened mouth was pushed down onto a very large cock. A different hand, larger and fleshier, clamped onto the back of her head as Master Mason—it had to be him—choked her with his shaft.
She gagged as he thrust in and out of her wide-open mouth.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Choke on my cock, whore. You know you love it.”
She didn’t love it. But she did love the act of submission and, yes, the pure degradation of being forced to suck this man’s cock while the other two watched. Within minutes, he stiffened and shuddered. He didn’t shoot down her throat, however, as she’d expected. Instead, he pulled back so his bitter seed landed directly on her tongue.
Unable to close her mouth, unable to swallow, she couldn’t do a thing about it. Master Mason’s come dribbled down her chin, along with her own drool. She was dying to wipe it away. She clenched her hands more tightly to keep from giving in to her need.
“She’s disgusting, isn’t she?” Master Damon asked. “Such a little piglet, her ass plugged, her nipples erect, her face smeared with come.” Fingers reached between her legs, pinching her clit and sliding inside her. “But she’s soaking wet, the little whore,” he said with a chuckle. A wet finger was drawn across her cheek. “She loves the debasement. Don’t you, slut?”
“Yes, Sir,” she tried to say, but it came out as an unintelligible grunt. Semen-laced drool was now coursing down her chin and splashing her chest.
“This is a delightful new side of our Ellen,” Master Anthony said. “I’m so pleased you’ve found her inner slut.” Ellen heard the unmistakable sound of a fly zipper opening. “But if you don’t mind, Damon, I’d rather the dental gag was removed. I do love the feel of a woman’s lips and tongue massaging my cock.”
“Of course,” Master Damon said.
To Ellen’s vast relief, the gag was loosened and then pulled from her mouth. She barely had time to flex her aching jaws or even swallow before she was tugged over and settled between another pair of legs, presumably Master Anthony’s.
Keeping her hands behind her back, Ellen did her best to pleasure him. He took quite a while longer than Master Mason, possibly because of his age, more likely because he continued to casually converse with the other men while she did her best to bring him to orgasm.
Finally, he stiffened, his hand coming up to cup the back of her head as he spurted into her mouth. “Ah, that was very nice, slave,” he said, a smile in his voice. “Thank you, Damon, for letting us enjoy your property.”
“My pleasure,” Master Damon said. “Ellen, kiss my guests’ feet and thank them for allowing you to be their come receptacle.”
Face hot, Ellen found Master Anthony’s soft, smooth loafers and Master Mason’s scuffed work boots. She pressed her lips against each in turn. “Thank you both,” she said, pleased at how steady her voice sounded, “for allowing me to be your come receptacle.”
“Such a good girl, our Ellen,” Master Anthony said.
“Such a dirty whore,” Master Mason said with a chuckle. “Who’d have thunk it?”
“Now, get over here, slave,” Master Damon said. “I need a footrest.”
For twenty minutes or so, Ellen was on her hands and knees, Master Damon’s legs resting on her back. She was left blindfolded, her plugged ass on full display. The three Doms ignored her as they chatted about this and that, as if she really was just a piece of furniture.
