Last Christmas, I was invited to a party.
This wasn't your average Christmas Party invitation – come along for a knees-up in your local pub and bring a bottle. This was more - get ready to be on your knees most of time in the dungeon of a Scottish castle and bring a beautiful and willing friend. I wasn't put off by the first part - the invitation was from a very dear long-standing client and I knew it would be a great adventure. And fortunately, I have a very beautiful escort friend. It was just the 'willing' part that was lacking. Jessica is many things - sexy, exciting, passionate, wild and very shapely - but she has never been described as 'willing'. She likes to call the shots. The problem was I had already accepted the invitation - for both of us. There was no way I was missing out on something like this. So the first part of my mission was to persuade her, which I knew was going to involve a great deal of pain for me!
As I had anticipated, this conversation and series of admonishments took place with me bent over the end of the bed, my bottom bared, and Jessica using the horse-whip on me. However, Jessica had also found some new punishments to trial and I quickly began to realise that I was in for more of an ordeal than I had imagined.
“If you want a dick to fuck you so much,” Jessica said, “then no need to go to parties in Scotland looking for strange men. I've got a dick right here.”
Jessica opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a very large strap on dildo.
“That's too big for me,” I wailed.
“Oh come now,” Jessica answered, “Surely not? You told me that Bob had a lovely long cock and you said that Mike's was bigger...”
“Wider,” I interjected.
“Whatever,” Jessica replied dismissively. “I don't want you having lovers with bigger cocks than mine. You're going to take my cock now and thank me for it.”
I watched in terror as Jessica strapped on the massive cock. I had to admit that she looked pretty good with it on – her large breasts and curvaceous body complimented by a huge dick.
“Ok, I'm going to fuck you now,” Jessica said, “And we can talk about this party while I do it.”
“No please,” I begged but Jessica was already behind me, opening up her pussy lips with her hands, guiding her big cock into my already delicate cunt from a boisterous afternoon's play with Mike - the client who issued the invitation. Who did, incidentally, have a very ample member.
“Its too big,” I protested but Jessica's answer was a sharp thwack across my upper thigh.
“Stop complaining,” she said. “I'm going to fuck you really hard so you may as well just give in to it now. And my dildo is special... it's full of warm liquid which I'm going to spurt into you as a reward if you take me nicely and let me enjoy your lovely cunt and arse...”
The thought of that aroused me so much that I surrendered immediately and stopped protesting.
“So this is a swinging party is it?” Jessica asked, as her big dildo slid slowly in and out of my pussy.
“Yes, I think so...” I gasped.
“In a castle, with dungeons?”
“I think so, unless he was joking.” At this point, I really couldn't care less about the party, all I could think of was the sensation of Jessica's new hard cock entering and withdrawing and the fullness I felt as she went in up to the hilt. And I wanted to feel that lovely release of warm fluid that Jessica had promised.
“Well, they will have dungeons for sure,” Jessica informed me. “And plenty of people who would love to torture my little Carla under my instruction. And maybe I'll find a pretty Scottish girl to fuck in front of you as a punishment for your afternoon of pleasure today with Mike."
I felt another stab of fear. I imagined myself chained to the stone walls of a dungeon, being castigated and fucked by random passers-by while Jessica fucked a pretty red-headed Scottish woman with her new toy.
“I dont' want to go anymore!” I protested.
Thwack! The crop came down across the upper cheeks of my bottom. I squealed with surprise.
“You don't get to decide what you want and what you don't want!” Jessica told me sharply. “I've been invited to this party now and I want to go. But we're not driving up there with your flashy client in his little sports car... He's going to pay for our flights and we travel alone. Do you understand?!”
“Yes, yes” I squealed. “I'll do whatever you want.”
“Good...” Jessica mused. “I'm going to spunk in you now...” and the next moment I felt a huge rush of warm fluid gushing into my cunt and running down my thighs. I squirmed in delight... This was going to be some party, I thought.
Mike of course had agreed at once to Jessica coming along as the second invitee, even though I warned him she was a cool customer and may refuse to have anything to do with him at all; Mike loves a challenge. When we met in a quiet pub to collect the tickets I could see his immediate interest in Jessica and watched him look appraisingly at her, taking in her shapely tanned legs, her short skirt moulding her big firm buttocks, her generous uptilted breasts and her lovely face, with her short black hair and wide blue eyes. Jessica fixed him with her hard stare and I was thrilled to see him taken aback, despite his easy confidence with me.
“Don’t get any ideas. You can do anything you like with Carla . . . the poor girl worships that cock of yours like a fool . . . but I’m calling the shots, and don’t forget it.”
“Whatever you say, I just want to show Carla a good time, that’s all.”
Jessica smiled at him and his own smile widened. It felt wonderful to be with them both, mistress and client, taking me away to be fucked by strangers. I wondered how many people would fuck me and knew at least that I’d get a real taste of Mike’s cock and Jessica’s riding crop.
The flight was first class and so was the champagne. We sat side by side and I was high, with excitement and desire and fear of what lay in front of me. I knew it was going to be quite an experience, and I wondered if I was ready for it. My body had no such doubts and hummed with anticipation and delight. Jessica glanced across at me and smiled, sensing my thoughts. I pressed my thighs together, feeling the wetness of my inner thighs. I wasn't wearing any knickers; Mike had made it clear that the castle’s owner and his wife forbade women guests to wear knickers in their house, and Jessica approved of this so much for me that she had made me strip mine off and put them in my shoulder bag before we boarded the flight. I didn't have the audacity to ask Jessica whether she had done the same... I squirmed in my seat; Jessicca smiled knowingly and gave me a tissue, then watched as I lifted my bottom and slipped my hand under my dress to dry myself. As I felt the tissue touch my clit, I gasped and bit my lip, and looked at Jessica . . . She knew what I wanted, and shook her head.
“You’ll come when I let you, and not before, you hot little bitch.” Jessica whispered in my ear. “Or else you know what I’ll do to you.” I nodded. I certainly did.
Mike was at Inverness airport with the car and we drove through the lovely, treeless countryside. Jessica sat in the back and Mike put his hand on my knee and then moved it upwards to the hem of my dress. He looked back at Jessica.
“May I?”
“Sure. Why not? She’s been wriggling like a fish the whole flight and she needs some attention. Don’t let her come, though . . . OK?”
Mike laughed and I felt his fingers glide slowly up beneath my dress, caressing my thighs, then parting them. I opened my legs for him and lay back on the seat letting him frig my clit and slide his fingers into my pussy, teasing and probing. My back arched as I sobbed with desire and began to ride my cunt on his hand, my buttocks clenched. Mike slid his hand under my bottom and squeezed my bottom hard, rhythmically. I heard myself begin to moan as I felt Jessica reach forward and place her hands on my breasts, gently kneading and stroking. I knew I was starting to come and quickly remembered my orders.
“I’m going to come, please, please make me come.” I begged them. Mike and Jessica laughed and at once their hands were withdrawn. I started sobbing with frustrated desire as my almost orgasm ebbed and faded, leaving a hunger, a craving that I had never known before.
“No problem with me coming, I hope?” Mike asked.
“Be my guest”, Jessica replied, and she watched as he cupped his hand behind my neck and drew my face towards the swelling mound in his trousers.
“Take his cock out, Carla”, Jessica ordered.
I unbuttoned his fly as he drove and pulled down his underpants; his stiff cock came free.
“Let me see you stroke it”
I thrilled as I followed Jessica’s instructios. I made an O with my fingers and stroked down the length of his cock, then faster, up and down, feeling him tense.
“Watch the road, Mike.”
“Yes ma’am” Mike grunted as I wanked him faster, harder.
“You want to suck him, don’t you, Carla?”
I wanted to suck him so much I could hardly bear it, and to know that Jessica was watching me do it turned me on even more.
Jessica reached forward again and this time she took me gently by the hair and guided my face down. I opened my lips and let Mike’s penis glide between them, then when the glans was in my mouth I bathed it with my cupped tongue and licked the tip, tasting his juice. He moaned. Then Jessica pressed my face forward and I felt my lips slide down along his shaft. His glans reached the back of my throat and I gagged, my mouth full of him now, his sweaty salty cock filling me, making my cheeks bulge. My face was buried in his crotch and I could feel the roughness of his pubic hair against my cheeks and mouth and I felt my nostrils widen for his warm heady smell.
Jessica lifted me upwards by my hair, and I pressed my lips and tongue along his cock and then flicked the tip as it left my mouth. I was passive in her hands and held Mike’s cock ready to take him again as she pressed me down once more. I let myself go loose and used only my tongue and lips to drive Mike to frenzy as Jessica pumped me up and down on his penis, faster and faster, harder and harder. Jessica was forcing me to face-fuck Mike, working my lips and tongue on his straining cock as my face was slammed against his crotch again and again under her tight grip in my hair. At last, I felt his cock stiffen and I knew he was coming and suddenly my mouth was filled with his come, thick and salty, and I drew him deeper into my mouth and milked him, sucking and swallowing, his thighs bucking as his moans became a howl and then a panting gasp. The flow ended and I lapped at his cock, sucking the final drop from his glans as he slumped in the seat.
I noticed that the car had stopped by the roadside, I wasn’t sure when. Just as well, I thought.
“How was she?”
“Sensational.” Mike replied.
“Now it’s your turn Carla. I think you’ve earned it”.
Jessica worked the lever that lowered the seat and I found myself falling back. Mike lifted my skirt and Jessica unbuttoned my blouse and undid my bra releasing my breasts. She caressed my nipples with an upward, flicking motion. Mike took me by the hips and I willingly opened my legs for him. He knelt on the seat and kissed my thighs, licking upwards until his lips and tongue teased my labia. I wanted his tongue in my cunt and on my clit and wanted it more and more as his teasing promised, then denied, me. I moaned and lifted my bottom from the seat to guide his tongue. Jessica was squeezing my breasts now and I arched my back with delight. Just when I’d almost stopped hoping Mike thrust his tongue deep inside me. I wriggled him deeper and then began to undulate against him, showing him the rhythm I wanted his tongue to fuck me to. He withdrew his tongue suddenly, letting me thrust blindly for a moment and then licked my clit teasingly. I gasped with delight and lay passive again letting him lick me before once more burying his tongue deep inside me. I felt his finger slide into my cunt and then, moistened, probe my anus. I moaned and spasmed and clamped my thighs around his neck as he tongued my cunt, his finger ramming my arse harder and harder, my nipples squeezed and gripped in Rebecca’s remorseless fingers . . . I came and came again until I fell back spent, exhausted.
There was silence, a long sweet golden silence, save for the sound of our panting.
Then Mike spoke.
“Wow. That was . . . “
We could have finished the sentence, but we didn’t . . . what was there to say?
“What about you, Jessica?”
Jessica’s laugh was warm, almost merry. She knew how good it was and she was glad, for me and for herself, for us together. I knew that Jessica understood me, my deep desire to be taken, and was glad of it. We were in it together.
“We’ll see what happens at the castle. Now drive.”
Mike put the car in gear and pulled away. We rounded a corner and there it was, deep in the glen, a large stone house, not really a castle, but mysterious and romantic nevertheless. I hastily tried to make herself presentable for my hosts and wondered what would happen to me there. I didn’t have long to wait.
(to be continued...)
This wasn't your average Christmas Party invitation – come along for a knees-up in your local pub and bring a bottle. This was more - get ready to be on your knees most of time in the dungeon of a Scottish castle and bring a beautiful and willing friend. I wasn't put off by the first part - the invitation was from a very dear long-standing client and I knew it would be a great adventure. And fortunately, I have a very beautiful escort friend. It was just the 'willing' part that was lacking. Jessica is many things - sexy, exciting, passionate, wild and very shapely - but she has never been described as 'willing'. She likes to call the shots. The problem was I had already accepted the invitation - for both of us. There was no way I was missing out on something like this. So the first part of my mission was to persuade her, which I knew was going to involve a great deal of pain for me!
As I had anticipated, this conversation and series of admonishments took place with me bent over the end of the bed, my bottom bared, and Jessica using the horse-whip on me. However, Jessica had also found some new punishments to trial and I quickly began to realise that I was in for more of an ordeal than I had imagined.
“If you want a dick to fuck you so much,” Jessica said, “then no need to go to parties in Scotland looking for strange men. I've got a dick right here.”
Jessica opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a very large strap on dildo.
“That's too big for me,” I wailed.
“Oh come now,” Jessica answered, “Surely not? You told me that Bob had a lovely long cock and you said that Mike's was bigger...”
“Wider,” I interjected.
“Whatever,” Jessica replied dismissively. “I don't want you having lovers with bigger cocks than mine. You're going to take my cock now and thank me for it.”
I watched in terror as Jessica strapped on the massive cock. I had to admit that she looked pretty good with it on – her large breasts and curvaceous body complimented by a huge dick.
“Ok, I'm going to fuck you now,” Jessica said, “And we can talk about this party while I do it.”
“No please,” I begged but Jessica was already behind me, opening up her pussy lips with her hands, guiding her big cock into my already delicate cunt from a boisterous afternoon's play with Mike - the client who issued the invitation. Who did, incidentally, have a very ample member.
“Its too big,” I protested but Jessica's answer was a sharp thwack across my upper thigh.
“Stop complaining,” she said. “I'm going to fuck you really hard so you may as well just give in to it now. And my dildo is special... it's full of warm liquid which I'm going to spurt into you as a reward if you take me nicely and let me enjoy your lovely cunt and arse...”
The thought of that aroused me so much that I surrendered immediately and stopped protesting.
“So this is a swinging party is it?” Jessica asked, as her big dildo slid slowly in and out of my pussy.
“Yes, I think so...” I gasped.
“In a castle, with dungeons?”
“I think so, unless he was joking.” At this point, I really couldn't care less about the party, all I could think of was the sensation of Jessica's new hard cock entering and withdrawing and the fullness I felt as she went in up to the hilt. And I wanted to feel that lovely release of warm fluid that Jessica had promised.
“Well, they will have dungeons for sure,” Jessica informed me. “And plenty of people who would love to torture my little Carla under my instruction. And maybe I'll find a pretty Scottish girl to fuck in front of you as a punishment for your afternoon of pleasure today with Mike."
I felt another stab of fear. I imagined myself chained to the stone walls of a dungeon, being castigated and fucked by random passers-by while Jessica fucked a pretty red-headed Scottish woman with her new toy.
“I dont' want to go anymore!” I protested.
Thwack! The crop came down across the upper cheeks of my bottom. I squealed with surprise.
“You don't get to decide what you want and what you don't want!” Jessica told me sharply. “I've been invited to this party now and I want to go. But we're not driving up there with your flashy client in his little sports car... He's going to pay for our flights and we travel alone. Do you understand?!”
“Yes, yes” I squealed. “I'll do whatever you want.”
“Good...” Jessica mused. “I'm going to spunk in you now...” and the next moment I felt a huge rush of warm fluid gushing into my cunt and running down my thighs. I squirmed in delight... This was going to be some party, I thought.
Mike of course had agreed at once to Jessica coming along as the second invitee, even though I warned him she was a cool customer and may refuse to have anything to do with him at all; Mike loves a challenge. When we met in a quiet pub to collect the tickets I could see his immediate interest in Jessica and watched him look appraisingly at her, taking in her shapely tanned legs, her short skirt moulding her big firm buttocks, her generous uptilted breasts and her lovely face, with her short black hair and wide blue eyes. Jessica fixed him with her hard stare and I was thrilled to see him taken aback, despite his easy confidence with me.
“Don’t get any ideas. You can do anything you like with Carla . . . the poor girl worships that cock of yours like a fool . . . but I’m calling the shots, and don’t forget it.”
“Whatever you say, I just want to show Carla a good time, that’s all.”
Jessica smiled at him and his own smile widened. It felt wonderful to be with them both, mistress and client, taking me away to be fucked by strangers. I wondered how many people would fuck me and knew at least that I’d get a real taste of Mike’s cock and Jessica’s riding crop.
The flight was first class and so was the champagne. We sat side by side and I was high, with excitement and desire and fear of what lay in front of me. I knew it was going to be quite an experience, and I wondered if I was ready for it. My body had no such doubts and hummed with anticipation and delight. Jessica glanced across at me and smiled, sensing my thoughts. I pressed my thighs together, feeling the wetness of my inner thighs. I wasn't wearing any knickers; Mike had made it clear that the castle’s owner and his wife forbade women guests to wear knickers in their house, and Jessica approved of this so much for me that she had made me strip mine off and put them in my shoulder bag before we boarded the flight. I didn't have the audacity to ask Jessica whether she had done the same... I squirmed in my seat; Jessicca smiled knowingly and gave me a tissue, then watched as I lifted my bottom and slipped my hand under my dress to dry myself. As I felt the tissue touch my clit, I gasped and bit my lip, and looked at Jessica . . . She knew what I wanted, and shook her head.
“You’ll come when I let you, and not before, you hot little bitch.” Jessica whispered in my ear. “Or else you know what I’ll do to you.” I nodded. I certainly did.
Mike was at Inverness airport with the car and we drove through the lovely, treeless countryside. Jessica sat in the back and Mike put his hand on my knee and then moved it upwards to the hem of my dress. He looked back at Jessica.
“May I?”
“Sure. Why not? She’s been wriggling like a fish the whole flight and she needs some attention. Don’t let her come, though . . . OK?”
Mike laughed and I felt his fingers glide slowly up beneath my dress, caressing my thighs, then parting them. I opened my legs for him and lay back on the seat letting him frig my clit and slide his fingers into my pussy, teasing and probing. My back arched as I sobbed with desire and began to ride my cunt on his hand, my buttocks clenched. Mike slid his hand under my bottom and squeezed my bottom hard, rhythmically. I heard myself begin to moan as I felt Jessica reach forward and place her hands on my breasts, gently kneading and stroking. I knew I was starting to come and quickly remembered my orders.
“I’m going to come, please, please make me come.” I begged them. Mike and Jessica laughed and at once their hands were withdrawn. I started sobbing with frustrated desire as my almost orgasm ebbed and faded, leaving a hunger, a craving that I had never known before.
“No problem with me coming, I hope?” Mike asked.
“Be my guest”, Jessica replied, and she watched as he cupped his hand behind my neck and drew my face towards the swelling mound in his trousers.
“Take his cock out, Carla”, Jessica ordered.
I unbuttoned his fly as he drove and pulled down his underpants; his stiff cock came free.
“Let me see you stroke it”
I thrilled as I followed Jessica’s instructios. I made an O with my fingers and stroked down the length of his cock, then faster, up and down, feeling him tense.
“Watch the road, Mike.”
“Yes ma’am” Mike grunted as I wanked him faster, harder.
“You want to suck him, don’t you, Carla?”
I wanted to suck him so much I could hardly bear it, and to know that Jessica was watching me do it turned me on even more.
Jessica reached forward again and this time she took me gently by the hair and guided my face down. I opened my lips and let Mike’s penis glide between them, then when the glans was in my mouth I bathed it with my cupped tongue and licked the tip, tasting his juice. He moaned. Then Jessica pressed my face forward and I felt my lips slide down along his shaft. His glans reached the back of my throat and I gagged, my mouth full of him now, his sweaty salty cock filling me, making my cheeks bulge. My face was buried in his crotch and I could feel the roughness of his pubic hair against my cheeks and mouth and I felt my nostrils widen for his warm heady smell.
Jessica lifted me upwards by my hair, and I pressed my lips and tongue along his cock and then flicked the tip as it left my mouth. I was passive in her hands and held Mike’s cock ready to take him again as she pressed me down once more. I let myself go loose and used only my tongue and lips to drive Mike to frenzy as Jessica pumped me up and down on his penis, faster and faster, harder and harder. Jessica was forcing me to face-fuck Mike, working my lips and tongue on his straining cock as my face was slammed against his crotch again and again under her tight grip in my hair. At last, I felt his cock stiffen and I knew he was coming and suddenly my mouth was filled with his come, thick and salty, and I drew him deeper into my mouth and milked him, sucking and swallowing, his thighs bucking as his moans became a howl and then a panting gasp. The flow ended and I lapped at his cock, sucking the final drop from his glans as he slumped in the seat.
I noticed that the car had stopped by the roadside, I wasn’t sure when. Just as well, I thought.
“How was she?”
“Sensational.” Mike replied.
“Now it’s your turn Carla. I think you’ve earned it”.
Jessica worked the lever that lowered the seat and I found myself falling back. Mike lifted my skirt and Jessica unbuttoned my blouse and undid my bra releasing my breasts. She caressed my nipples with an upward, flicking motion. Mike took me by the hips and I willingly opened my legs for him. He knelt on the seat and kissed my thighs, licking upwards until his lips and tongue teased my labia. I wanted his tongue in my cunt and on my clit and wanted it more and more as his teasing promised, then denied, me. I moaned and lifted my bottom from the seat to guide his tongue. Jessica was squeezing my breasts now and I arched my back with delight. Just when I’d almost stopped hoping Mike thrust his tongue deep inside me. I wriggled him deeper and then began to undulate against him, showing him the rhythm I wanted his tongue to fuck me to. He withdrew his tongue suddenly, letting me thrust blindly for a moment and then licked my clit teasingly. I gasped with delight and lay passive again letting him lick me before once more burying his tongue deep inside me. I felt his finger slide into my cunt and then, moistened, probe my anus. I moaned and spasmed and clamped my thighs around his neck as he tongued my cunt, his finger ramming my arse harder and harder, my nipples squeezed and gripped in Rebecca’s remorseless fingers . . . I came and came again until I fell back spent, exhausted.
There was silence, a long sweet golden silence, save for the sound of our panting.
Then Mike spoke.
“Wow. That was . . . “
We could have finished the sentence, but we didn’t . . . what was there to say?
“What about you, Jessica?”
Jessica’s laugh was warm, almost merry. She knew how good it was and she was glad, for me and for herself, for us together. I knew that Jessica understood me, my deep desire to be taken, and was glad of it. We were in it together.
“We’ll see what happens at the castle. Now drive.”
Mike put the car in gear and pulled away. We rounded a corner and there it was, deep in the glen, a large stone house, not really a castle, but mysterious and romantic nevertheless. I hastily tried to make herself presentable for my hosts and wondered what would happen to me there. I didn’t have long to wait.
(to be continued...)
