Midnight was fast approaching and there they all were, legs suspended in the air, a glass of champagne close by ready and waiting. This was a regular event and for Mistress Black the organiser it was a chance for her to see all of her fetish and kink lovers in action. She surveyed the room and noticed that amongst the people who had become close to her were a few new faces, they looked hungry and eager, just how she liked her playmates to be.
“For those of you who are new, unfamiliar to our yearly fuckfest, I will explain. This is what I call, As The Cock Strikes, at 12, you will suck, lick, caress or fuck the person who is next to, behind or in front of you. There are no rules, leave your inhibitions at the front door”.
Muscle Man and Sub, began the countdown, Miz Straplee prepared the guests, oiling their bodies and lubing their holes, She occasionally paused to have her thick strap on sucked as well. Someone was missing from the scene it was the lover that Mistress had fallen for. Muscle and Sub were extremely jealous of him and the whole thing had gotten rather ugly, even Miz Straplee had aired her opinions about the silly affair.
She could never let them know how much she missed him, to them it was a sign of weakness that she was in love with a submissive. News had travelled fast and her rival Bootifull had taken to calling her every afternoon, to ask “Still in love?”. There was no way that she, Mistress Black could lose her reputation, so she had told him to leave.
Yet it was all for show, they met at the craziest of hours and continued what was now a relationship, he begged her to confront them and be open about the whole thing. But how could she? She had let him switch, it was one of those nights when she had been tired, after seeing her fifth playmate for the day. He had offered to rub her back, he lifted her up and put her in the bath tub and he sat behind her stroking her hair and whispering that he was in love with her.
“We can run away together” he said. She remembered all of it, the way he parted her legs the way he rocked her and the way she screamed in ecstasy. Had she gone soft, there were no whips, gags or handcuffs that night, just the two of them in his bed. He had made her breakfast and she asked him “What now?”
Sub and Muscleman announced “Happy New Year” and she watched as tongues licked clits, strap ons entered tight arses. She turned to pour herself a drink and he walked in, just like that. “Fuck it”, she shouted and pulled him to her, lifted her skirt up and sat on the table, he guided his cock into her. Miz Straplee sat on her face and moaned “What a slut you are, lick my cunt pretty bitch”. In between the thrusts and licks, she called Sub and Muscleman and ordered them to get on the stage.
Muscleman lubed Sub’s arse and pushed his cock in, giving Sub a good hard fuck, squeezing his balls at the same time. The newcomers watched in typical voyeuristic glee. Muscleman heard them shouting “Go on, fuck him, harder than that he can take it”. Meanwhile, Mistress Black and her lover had taken turns in licking Miz Straplee’s pussy, her juices had coated their tongues and she was about to squirt on to a row of mouths waiting to be fed, she raised her hips and a hot stream of liquid glazed their lips.
In a corner was Bootifull, she had managed to sneak in, Mistress Black never missing an opportunity to tease her rival pointed towards The Silver Chair and mouthed “Sit”. Bootifull did as she was told, beneath the nasty comments, the sarcasm, she actually liked her but she would never let her know. “Bootifull what brings you here?”, Mistress Black reached for the wand and placed it on Bootifull’s clit, “Nice, tight pussy”, she watched as Bootifull closed her eyes, she urged her to open them, “I want you watch me, I want you to see when I fuck you”.
The strap on attached to her hips was the largest in her collection, she spat on the end and whispered “This is what you came here for, say it”, she grabbed a handful of her hair, “Me go soft, never, open your legs”.
Bootifull, tried to leave, she could not let Mistress Black fuck her, her subs were in the room, this was supposed to be a lesson for them. Her attempts were in vain, as she could feel the thick cock rubbing her cunt, pushing against her tightness. She screamed “I hate you, I really, really hate you”. Miz Straplee caressed her back and laughed “Silly Booty, the game is up, shall I tell Mistress how many times you’ve begged me to let her strap you”.
So there she was Bootifull being fucked into submission by her so called rival Mistress Black, her nipples were clamped by her subs who took turns in removing them and sucking her until she moaned. There was a smell of sex in the room, Sub and Muscleman had a private party of their own with the very well endowed men that had entered the Assets zone, a pool of come and condoms covered the floor.
Bootifull collapsed on the chair, her blonde wig in her hands it had fallen off almost immediately after the forceful thrusts she had received from the Mistress. She saw the look of triumph on Mistress Black’s face when she pulled out and ordered her to lick her clean, she had got on her knees and licked her pussy juices from the thick black strap on cock.
The partygoers continued way into the morning, by then Mistress Black had quietly made her exit with her lover.
Was this the end for her?
Perhaps, or maybe a new beginning…
The Adventures of Mistress Black will be published in 2011.
