"Won’t this be a great surprise for Richard? I hope you all brought your party favors." Connie had told them to bring noisemakers and hats. The crowd gave her a wicked grin and nodded. Harv laughed and said, "Oh yes, Connie I think we have everything we need to make this a very memorable evening, indeed. Connie brushed her black, curly hair from in front of her eyes and wondered what Harv meant, but then she remembered the roast beef and went to see if it was doing all right. When she came back from the kitchen Harv and Irma grabbed Connie violently and dragged her over to the couch. They threw her forward over the couch’s back and Lisa, a tall blonde sat down and whispered into Connie’s ear. "You see, dear. We thought we would give your husband a present he’s never gotten before, a sex slave. Just relax and let us make you into one for him and I know that this will be the best birthday present he’s ever gotten. Connie tried to protest but Lisa kissed her firmly on the mouth muffling her words. "God, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that. Now let me shut you up, dear." Lisa pressed a red rubber ballgag deep into Connie’s mouth and buckled the gag’s straps around Connie’s head. Connie’s heart was beating so fast she could hardly think. These were friends she’d known for years. Why were they being so cruel to her?

The others were massaging Connie’s skin and removing her clothes. They took off her gown as she struggled and soon had her completely naked. They stood around her in their tuxedos and gowns and laughed at her whimpers. Randy brought out a bag and dumped its contents on the couch. Connie saw that it was from the sleaziest sex shop in town. She had often thought about going into the shop, just to look around of course, but she always got very busy anytime the idea to explore the place entered her head. Randy sifted through the items on the couch and found a pair of fishnet crotchless pantyhose in black and a latex bra with the nipples cut out of it. "I think this is going to be a nice start. Our little Connie will look like the perfect slut when we’re through with her.

Connie tried to break free, but James and Charles were holding her down. They were strong men and pushed her face into the seat cushions as their wives dressed Connie in the hose and bra. Connie screamed behind her gag. She felt even more naked and lewd as the clingy fabric of the pantyhose was pulled up her legs. Having her cunt exposed while the rest of her was somewhat covered made her feel unspeakably dirty. James and Charles pulled Connie up and Irma pressed her curvaceous body against Connie’s slim frame. Connie could feel her neighbor’s heat even through Irma’s clothes. Irma slipped the rubber bra on the captive housewife and tightened the straps until Connie’s large breasts were bulging out of the shiny black cups. Irma grinned at her handiwork and bent down to bite one of Connie’s nipples hard, pulling it through the hole in the cup through which it poked. Connie’s arms were pulled behind her back forcefully until she squeaked in pain. She screamed and felt a leather sheath slide up her arms. The men were holding Connie’s arms together behind her while Lisa pulled it on her and buckled it into place around her shoulders. Connie could now no longer move her arms. They were squeezed tightly together all the way up to her shoulders one arm on top of the other. Her bra and hose were meretricious in the extreme and Connie’s cunt twitched when she felt cool breezes from the air conditioner vents brush across her pussy lips.

Everyone stood back to watch while Irma brought two of the most impractical shoes Connie had ever seen out of a red box. The shoes had very high heels. So high, in fact, that they made the wearer point her toes straight down like a ballerina. Irma swaggered up to Connie and gave her a tiny push with her little finger. Connie fell backwards over the back of the couch. Her legs flailed in the air and Irma grabbed one. She forced Connie’s stocking clad foot into the shoe and laced it up tightly. Irma put Connie’s other shoe on and the husbands all helped Connie to her feet. Connie was very unsteady and when she walked she had to concentrate on every step she took.

Connie took unsteady steps around the room and blushed crimson as she saw her friends laughing at her while they, dressed in their finery, gawked at her nearly naked body. She felt her arms constricted and the shaky gait her ballet shoes forced her to adopt made her feel like a little girl at the mercy of adults. Irma ran her hands through her own red mane and suggested that Connie was not finished being dressed as the perfect hostess. "After all," she sang, "a perfect hostess should serve her guests even if she is uncomfortable doing so."

James grabbed Lisa about the waist and thrust his hips against her ass. "Oh, I quite agree. That’s why I made this little contrivance." With one hand he brought out a low pallet on wheels. At one end of the pallet was a "U" shaped bar for pushing the contraption. The surface of the pallet was three inches above the floor and in the center of its one square foot area was a block of wood with a pole thrusting up out of it. The pole bobbed up and down a bit on a strong spring and on the end of it were two very large dildos that whose sizes looked to be largely chosen for their punitive dimensions.

Connie shrieked when she saw the cart and tried to escape. She could not move quickly on her heels, however and was caught by her friends easily. They took turns spanking her ass, pinching her nipples and pulling hard on her cunt lips. Connie moaned as she suffered these indignities and more. When the group had its fun they brought out two nipple clamps. Lisa held them in her hands while James and Irma pushed Connie towards her. James and Irma used their fingertips to dance Connie’s stumbling form into Lisa’s arms. The clamps were not the gentle rubber covered for dilettantes and the curious housewives who might like to try a bit of slap and tickle. They had none of the look of mass production about them and shone with a glint that said "hand made." They were clover clamps and Lisa worked their intricate mechanisms to show Connie what was going to happen to her whether she was a good little girl or not.

Lisa giggled, spun Connie around and sat her in her lap. The crowd watched as Lisa lovingly stroked Connie’s nipples making them grow harder and larger. Lisa pressed her lips to Connie’s shoulder and ran her burning tongue up and down Connie’s begging flesh. Connie’s head tilted backwards in a sigh of delight and she felt herself lubricating. She was about to moan in pleasure when she felt the bite of the clamps hard on her fat distended nipples. Connie shrieked as the clamps’ jagged metal teeth gripped her tender flesh and threatened to tear her apart. Her large breasts were pulled out away from her chest and horrible shocks were sent to her throbbing clit.

"James yelled out, "She looks a bit too preoccupied to serve anyone. Let’s give her some help in getting around." Irma and James pulled on Connie’s nipple chain and forced her to walk towards the cart. Every step was agony as Connie fought to keep up with the tugging on her chain. She prayed that no one saw the steady stream of cunt juice that was dripping down her thighs because if they had she knew that she would suffer at their hands in unspeakable ways. Connie screamed and looked down helplessly at her tortured nipples as the clamps pulled them with brutal yanks. Connie had stepped onto the platform and Lisa held the pole down in its spring loaded hole as James and Irma pulled Connie over it.

"A perfect hostess should never sit down before her guests have been served. This will insure that Miss Connie stands until she serves us all to our satisfaction." Lisa put her fingers into Connie’s cunt and made them as wet and slippery as she could. Then she covered both dildos with Connie’s juices. Lisa let the pole go and the spring at its base shot it upward quickly forcing both dildos hard into Connie’s holes. Connie screamed as the giant rubber cocks raped her. Her cunt and ass were brutally forced open and her rings stretched as the conical cocks touched her depths. "But how can she serve us if her arms are so preoccupied?" Lisa pouted and then looked up through her thick eyelashes.

"Oh we’ve seen to that dear." Charles brought out a large tray with a waist belt attached. The tray had hooks on the front of it. "Milady Connie can wear this easily no matter how trapped her arms may be." Irma squealed and grabbed the tray. She held its edge against Connie’s belly while James wrapped its thick leather belt around Connie’s waist. James grunted as he pulled the belt hard cinching Connie’s waist so tightly that her body began looking like an unnaturally perfect figure eight.

Connie’s breath became short as she felt her middle tightened so by the stringent belt. She gasped as she tried to get air enough to breathe. When she saw what they were going to do with the hooks on the front of the tray, however, she screamed and yelled easily. Her friends applauded Connie’s muffled protests as they lifted up the chain attached to her cruel nipple clamps and ran it through the hooks on the front of the tray. When they let the tray go it stretched Connie’s nipples so far out that she howled in pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she shook all over as the heavy tray stretched her breasts out. Connie had long been proud of her breasts. They had big round bases and pushed out evenly as they filled any dress she wore. Connie’s breasts were not cones and did not sag or droop at all. They were mounds of firm flesh and they swelled upwards as their nipples pointed proudly at the sky. Connie often showed her breasts to her friends’ husbands when she bent over to serve them a drink and she knew now that not only did her friends notice, but that they were going to make her pay for the pride she took in her most gorgeous mountains of flesh.

Connie whimpered and screamed as the painful biting of her nipples grew more stringent. She tried not to move as the crowd watched her. She tried not to give them that satisfaction. Still, it was so hard for her to keep her balance that she found herself almost falling and having to right herself. Every time she did right herself Connie’s muscles would grab onto the cocks inside her pressing her tender inner flesh against their hardness. Connie moaned as the slippery hard-ons pushed against every last bit of her insides and she screamed as her exertions made her tray bounce up and down torturing her nipples even more. Connie had begun to weep uncontrollably and searched for pity in her friends’ faces. None was to be found as they all placed cocktails on Connie’s tray weighing it down further.

Connie’s screams were so loud that even her gag could not muffle them. They came out of her in an endless shrieking display of contempt and begging. When every guest had loaded Connie’s tray with a glass her husband was brought down blindfolded. Everyone sat at the table and Connie watched in horror as her husband was brought in front of her. Lisa rose and undid Richard’s blindfold. He staggered back as he saw his wife struggling on the two cocks thrust inside her trying to keep her tray from bouncing too much. He ran to his wife and kissed her on her cheeks drinking her tears. "Thank you, my love. Thank you for understanding me."

Connie’s eyes brightened and her heart beat faster. She saw that look in her husband’s eyes and recognized it as the same he had when they were both much younger. She thought she had lost that, that she would never have him look at her that way again. Now she knew she was wrong. Happily, joyfully wrong. "Well, Richard don’t you think our hostess should serve us drinks?" Irma threw an arm over a corner of her chair back and Richard grinned back at her. Richard smiled and took the cart’s push bar in his hands. He moved the cart around the table allowing his guests to take their drinks. With every jerky movement of the cart Connie felt the huge cocks inside her fuck deeply into her body. They shoved so deeply into her ass and cunt that she felt full up to her belly. Her sphincters were stretched so that they ached although Connie’s tray was getting lighter with every drink lifted off of it. Her firm plush breasts were so beleaguered that Connie’s tears salted the drinks on the tray. Connie could only watch as inches from her face she saw her nipples stretched and pinched out of all familiar shape.

Connie’s long legs grew weak and she bent them out of exhaustion. Her reward was a rather deep and thorough penetration that forced her shapely legs straight out and made poor Connie arch her back. She looked like the perfect slave and as her clit throbbed and the hard cocks within her did their work she felt like the perfect slave as well. She felt her husband’s presence behind her and wanted to make him proud of her, so braving the pain she arched her back further. The strain on her nipples was fantastic as the tray pulled her flesh hard. The teeth of the clamps ate her like the jaws of greedy little monsters and small squeaks escaped Connie’s mouth to the delight of all and the perfect pleasure of her husband.

Connie wanted to please her man further and knew what would make him happy. As she was being wheeled around the table she began dancing her ass around in circles on the dildos. She would ride them like a horse and then shake her ass from side to side raping herself repeatedly as her friends applauded her skill and efforts. Her flesh was heating up all over her body and Connie’s cunt cream was a thick froth covering her holes. Connie prayed someone would touch her clit. It was filled with blood and oh so tingly and ready for a finger or a tongue. Connie felt the cock in her cunt slide in and out of her as she gyrated her shapely ass around it. She knew her clit was millimeters from sliding all along the fat wet cock but still too far to be touched, rubbed, battered. Connie stopped looking at herself and set her mute gaze at each and every one of her friends as she danced on her platform. She dared them to touch her with her eyes. Connie tried to move off the platform to get to Lisa or James and found that even with her wild sexy dancing she was trapped by the pole between her legs that forced the cocks in and out of her.

Richard stopped pushing the cart after Lisa removed the last drink on it and pulled the pole down. He removed the cock that had been raping his wife’s cunt and let the pole loose. The remaining cock plugged his wife’s ass again with massive thickness. Connie moaned at the shock of being stabbed so forcefully after being emptied so quickly. "I think that it is time to serve the main course, dear. Since you are a bit tied up at the moment I will help you. My wife has a lovely sauce for meat. She will be dripping it all over your meat as you bring it to her. Now how to make her drip quickly enough and copiously enough?"

"I have just the thing Sir Richard." Lisa wrapped her arms around Connie’s waist and hugged her tightly. When she withdrew Connie felt a strand of elastic around her waist and a small bit of latex pressed against her clit. More elastic was drawn around her thighs pressing the latex button to her own tingling button.

"This should give us plenty of Miss Connie’s special sauce. More than we can handle, really. More than she can either, I reckon." Lisa pressed a remote control and vibrations from the latex button rocked Connie hard. Her legs strained and her back arched against the terror of the nipple clamps as the vibe against her clit worked her over thoroughly. Barely gagged moans filled the room as Connie’s empty cunt pumped furiously sluicing her juices onto her husband’s plate of rare roast beef.

Richard grinned up at his wife as she fucked her ass hard on the cock pole. She blubbered at him as she thrashed her hair back and forth working up to her orgasm. Her friends laughed and talked as if they were at a very nice dinner theatre and when it was their turn they too placed their plates under Connie’s cunt for her to drip her sweet tangy cream all over their food. When it was Lisa’s turn she held an index finger out to catch a drop. She brought her finger to her lips and as she tasted the sweetness on it she smiled. Lisa pressed Connie’s vibe harder into her clit and cooed as Connie rammed her ass up and down the stiff dildo. Connie was almost to the point of cumming and her tears were flowing now, not out of pain but out of a need for release. Her lips and tongue sucked and licked the red rubber ball shoved so far into her mouth as she corkscrewed her ass violently on the fat cock inside her. She felt her cunt twitch and moaned as it opened and closed like a frightened girl’s heart.

Connie pumped her fluids out onto Lisa’s food and then onto all of her friend’s plates as well. They sat down and tasted her mingled with the savory roast beef and made gushing compliments as to the special ingredients the hostess used. Richard patted his wife’s pumping ass as he ate and his face beamed with pride. Connie cried out as her orgasm came closer. She tried to concentrate on the vibes and the cock in her ass, to focus on the pleasure she was getting, but she could not seem to catch her orgasm. When she though she might be left here all night like this her moans turned plaintive in the extreme.

Irma smiled, "Since our little hostess has served us so well should she not receive her main course and thereby provide us with a show while we eat?"

"Quite right, Irma. My wife has outdone herself this evening and it is only right that she should have her pleasures after giving us all ours."

The group ate and drank and shouted their assent. Richard rose from his table and fixed Connie’s dildo back upon the pole between her legs. He had to lower the pole to do so pulling the dildo out of her ass but when he let the spring loaded pole go both slippery monsters shot straight up into his wife’s holes hard and fast. Connie screamed and her long, shapely legs buckled as the dildo in her cunt rammed up against her cervix. The familiar feeling of her ass being completely filled made her swoon and she felt her impending orgasm nagging at her from some unreachable place.

Richard turned up two other remotes and Connie’s dildos began vibrating and pumping up and down. The sensation was as delicious as it was perverse. Connie felt perfectly violated by the machines inside her and screamed in terror until she saw her husband’s hand on the remote control. It was then that she began fucking the dildos back, stroke for stroke and pounding for pounding. Her slippery cunt and anal walls gripped the latex cocks pressing her every nerve against their unyielding exteriors. Connie’s cunt anointed the cock inside her and her cream forced its way out of her hole dripping down the sides of the fat beast that was boring into her. Still the beautiful society wife cum sex slave could not manage to find the trigger that would set off her orgasm.

"Irma, Lisa, why don’t you remove our hostess’ tray. It seems to be a bit of a trial for her. Let her set it down that she might relax a bit." Connie looked down in relief to see her friends’ hands snake over her taught stretched breasts to her nipple clamps. They hurt so much and all Connie could think of was how nice it would be when they were removed. Lisa kissed Connie’s cheek and Irma rubbed her belly and nibbled her neck and then at the same time both women unclamped Connie’s nipples letting her resilient, succulent flesh spring back to its gravity defying form. Connie’s breasts took back their shape and her nipples pointed once again at the ceiling. Her breast flesh bounced and jiggled but displayed a firmness that all in the room yearned to press against their bodies.

Connie sighed as the pain from the clamps went away, but one second later she began shrieking as the blood rushed back into her tortured nipples. The agony was exquisite and Connie thought she would die as the dildos inside her raped her and the vibe on her clit convinced her pelvis to rape them back. Connie gradually felt the pain in her breasts recede to a dull ache that sent a secret code to her pulsating clit. Connie had been searching for it and there it was. Her orgasm hit her hard and she was taken captive by it. Wholly against her will she was turned into a total whore in front of everyone’s eyes as she rapidly fucked her body up and down the dildos inside her. She came squirting her juices down her fishnet stockinged thighs and drool ran down her throat as Connie made gurgling sounds amidst her screams.

Everyone at the table began to rub each other’s bodies as they watched Connie fuck herself so hard that she shoved both pumping vibrating cocks deeper into her with each mad thrust of her hips. Connie was past pleasure and past pain and was now only desire. She desired to be filled and emptied and filled again. each of her efforts becoming faster and harder and more violent than the one before. She tried to hurt herself but could only feel wave after wave of her climax overtake her and make her even more of a slave than those watching her knew. Richard knew, though. Richard looked her right in the eye and knew what she was, because he must have known it all along and now that he had seen it with his own two eyes there was no going back and Connie knew she would be his sex slave forever.

Connie’s mind flashed on scenes not yet invented in the stories of their lives. As her flaring hips plunged down on the automatic rape machines within her and as her ripe breasts bounced with each stroke she forced on herself she pictured her body strapped to the kitchen table and saw her husband eating his dinner off her bared flesh. She imagined she felt his knife and fork cutting into her and as she pounded her cunt and ass hard on the invading cocks she arched her back to give her husband his due. Connie imagined her naked form stuffed with dildos, tied to one of their horses and led through the forest. She imagined her cunt used to keep her Master’s valuables when they went out in public. She worked her holes over the cruel shafts that so stringently penetrated her body and came thinking of all of the things that would be done to her body. She prayed they would be done as her back arched further and her head tilted back. She prayed she would be given every chance to submit, to show her obedience to her lord and master.

Orgasm after orgasm wracked Connie’s body and she remembered the time when she was a child and she touched her brother’s toy train set. The electricity had shot through her body making it do things she could not control. Like then, now her body was not hers anymore. Her body was her husbands and as he stepped up the controls on the remote Connie screamed and fucked herself harder than she ever thought she could. She suffered under the repeated orgasms as her clit was vibed so hard it hurt. Connie was like a woman who was being forced to cut off her own arm to save her life. She fucked herself willfully and with great strength, but she needed desperately to stop or she knew she would go mad.

Lisa and Irma smiled at each other and rose from the table to stand at Connie’s side. They each bent forward to take one of Connie’s nipples in their mouths. Connie’s arms strained at the leather sheath that held them uncomfortably straight behind her back and she worked her body hard raping her holes as her friends sucked and bit her nipples. Connie’s next orgasm was so intense she nearly collapsed. She held her breath as the shocks to her clit, the pounding inside her and the biting on her sensitive nipples made her body convulse horribly. Every orgasm made her work harder and every time she worked harder she came with greater force than ever before. All this while her beautiful girlfriends feasted on her breast flesh. They ate her with greedy mouths sucking her nipples far back into their oral orifices. Connie could only look down in helpless surrender as she saw her friends munching on her with no regard whatsoever for her feelings in the matter.

Every bite on her nipples made Connie’s cunt and ass clamp down tightly around her tormenting cocks. Every sucking kiss made Connie’s clit sing and throb and every flick of her friends’ tongues on her thick erect nipples made Connie pound her sore, aching holes hard onto the dildos that were pumping inside her body. Everyone watched Connie hurt herself while they ate. They tasted the succulent meat covered with her juices while Connie caused herself great pain to accompany her even greater pleasure. Lisa and Irma reattached Connie’s nipple clamps and smiled at the pouting, begging look in their friend’s eyes as they set the wicked metal teeth in the tender, pink flesh of Connie’s turgid nipples. Connie screamed as the two girls sat down to eat their own meals. They each held one of her chains and tugged it every few seconds as Connie danced lasciviously on her dildos.

She was a perfect hostess as she raped herself for her guests’ pleasure. They laughed and joked and ate and drank while Connie kept them well entertained with her screams and low, animal grunts. James and Charles finished eating first and took the opportunity to rise from the table and kiss Connie as she worked. The stood on either side of her and ran their hands up and down her body pressing hot kisses up and down her neck and breasts. Connie moaned as she felt their wiggling tongues push through their lips to slide along her flesh. Irma and Lisa watched her and after every ecstatic moan they would pull hard on Connie’s nipple chains making her pay dearly for her pleasure.

Connie had cum so many times that her crotch was coated with her thick milky issue. So were the two cocks she continuously plunged herself upon. In fact her cream was beginning to drip down the wooden pole that supported the dildos making Connie look like the world’s first whore. She knew she would pass out soon and almost laughed with joy when Irma and Lisa undid her nipple clamps again. She just knew she would be released. When the pain of her blood flooding her tortured nipples combined with the realization that she would not be removed from her punishment she began sobbing, even as an orgasm the size of which she had never before experienced caused her to lose her ability to make any noise whatsoever.

Connie felt as if she were being held underwater as the monstrous feeling overtook her. She looked deeply into her friends’ eyes and hunched her ass up and down as if she was trying to break her own body. Connie made quick violent thrusts and her jaw quivered as her mouth opened far wider than the ball gag was forcing it. Her ass was open as widely as it could ever have been and although Connie did not know it any man present would now be able to slip his cock into her anus with the same ease he could fuck her sopping wet cunt. Indeed Connie was being trained as to be such a perfect hostess that even she who was receiving the training had no idea into what type of rare orchid she was being turned. Connie’s cunt was like one of those strange sea creatures; the ones that are just tubes that constrict and expand and constrict so quickly the eye can hardly catch the change. Her sheath gripped its sword with vice like strength and her clit protruded far out from between her lips kissing the vibe that tortured it.

Sweat poured down Connie’s body as her orgasm turned her into a dancing, fucking puppet. Its sheer force commanded her senses and finally her silence gave way. "Maaaaaaaaahmeeeemeeeeemooooooooooo!" Connie screamed around the ballgag and climaxed in such a horribly violent way that her piss mingled with her cum as she pounded her sore asshole and sopping wet cunt hard on her giant dildos. She fucked herself into a wild fever letting every last bit of her own personality get torn to shreds by the enveloping cataclysm of her orgasm. Her husband rose to catch her as she fell and Connie was pulled off her raping cocks, let down from the cart and pushed to the floor.

She drooled on herself as her ragged breaths caught in her throat. Everyone clapped and screamed in delight for Connie’s performance and she moaned because she knew she would not be set free anytime soon. "That was wonderful, Richard. Your wife really is gifted at pleasing her guests." Lisa purred as she spoke and stroked Connie’s tender breasts. Irma finished the last of her roast beef and sat back in her chair. "Oh I am stuffed. Connie your roast beef is delicious, although next time I might just prefer eating your special sauce." Connie blushed and tried to hide behind closed eyes, but the laughter of her friends tortured her with humiliation most foul. Irma spread her legs and lifted up the hem of her gown. "I feel so bad for Lady Connie having to serve us while she worked so hard. Shouldn’t she get a chance to eat?"

Richard grinned and dragged Connie under the table. He forced her kneeling body between Irma’s legs and tied her arms to the table legs. Richard removed Connie’s ballgag and patted her cheek. Connie looked down and moaned as she saw Irma’s wet cunt winking at her inches from her face. Oh, the indignity. Richard pushed Connie’s face into Irma’s pussy and everyone watched and cheered as Connie’s face was rubbed in the velvet folds of Irma’s smooth shaven snatch. "Ohhhh, goooood, Connie! Goood suck and lick my clit! Such a wonderfullllll hostessss you arrrrrre!" Connie did not lick or suck hoping she would be let alone, but a signal from Irma sent Lisa to her with nipple clamps in hand. As soon as Lisa applied the pinching biting clamps to Connie’s nipples Irma was rewarded with Connie’s tongue darting into her dripping hole.

Connie licked and sucked as well as she could so her clamps would not be pulled. She ran her tongue up Irma’s groove and flicked her clit quickly. Then she sucked the throbbing bit of girl meat until Irma raised her legs and grabbed Connie’s hair in her white knuckled fists. Irma pressed Connie’s face into her crotch and pumped her hips as Connie forced her tongue deep into Irma’s tangy hole. As she licked Connie wondered what it would be like to stroke her tongue along Irma’s asshole. She had never done anything like that even to her own husband and the thought of embracing her slavery made her own cunt clench down hard.

Connie began running her tongue from Irma’s asshole to her clit stopping midway between to fuck her pussy. Irma moaned and writhed on her chair soiling the seat as she pulled at Connie’s hair and screamed. Irma’s orgasm made her push her cream all over Connie’s pretty face. James waited until Connie had cleaned all of Irma’s juices from her cunt and gently lifted her from her chair. He placed her in Lisa’s arms and dropped his pants before sitting down in front of Connie’s sticky, cream covered mouth.

Connie needed no instruction this time and as soon as James’ fat cock was within reach of her mouth she pushed her face into his crotch swallowing his shaft to the hilt. Connie gagged a bit as James’ head pressed against the back of her throat, but soon regained control of herself. Her swallowing made James increase in size as her throat massaged him and she drew her cheeks inward to make of her mouth a hot, wet cunt for him to fuck. Connie drank his precum as he got closer to his own eruption and she greedily fucked her face on James’ shaft coaxing him along. Connie wiggled her tongue along the underside of James tasting the pungent flavor of his tender skin. Every time her face went down she licked out to flick at his balls. James began moaning as Connie’s plunging and licking was pushing him towards his limit. The girl between his legs who he and his wife had gone to so many concerts with and sent so many Christmas cards to was raping her face on his cock like a bitch hungry for cum. The very thought, bitch hungry for cum, echoed in his mind as he screamed and pumped load after load down Connie’s fucking, gulping throat.

Connie drank him all down and groaned at his wonderful flavor. She had stopped thinking about anything but what would be done to her three pleasure holes and squealed with delight as Lisa sat down in front of her. "Proper party etiquette dictates boy, girl, boy, girl, does it not, Lady Connie?" Lisa lifted her own gown to show Connie her delicate blonde tuft. Connie’s only answer was a lusty whimper as she sucked and fucked Lisa’s dripping cunt with her lips and tongue. She treated Lisa’s asshole and cunt much in the same way that she treated Irma’s except that when she sucked and licked Lisa’s clit she clamped her teeth around it and bit it gently at first and then hard. Lisa screamed and gripped her chair hard as her hips circled her cunt all over Connie’s greasy face.

Lisa came quickly under the greedy mouth of her hostess and was replaced by Charles and then by every guest in attendance one after the other until they had all cum in Connie’s mouth and she had cleaned them all drinking their stray juices down her throat. Richard was the last to sit in front of his wife’s face. He lifted her chin to look into his eyes and whispered to her, "I love you, my little slut. I love you dearly." He then pushed her down on his cock and let her make passionate love to his cock. Connie wept into his crotch as her happiness at being made into her husband’s pleasure slave mixed with her need to be raped and used by him. She moaned and licked him as her face worked quickly up and down bringing him the greatest of pleasures. Connie knew he was close when she felt his cock stretch her lips painfully. Its veins pulsated and throbbed and only the cum that already coated the inside of her mouth let her husband’s shaft slide easily in and out of her face. Richard reached down to grab Connie’s nipple chains and as his cum filled his balls he tugged forcefully on the chains. Connie’s fucking face pressed down hard and she screamed as she reamed herself on the shaft that was pounding her face like a pussy. The pain in her nipples was horrible but her clit was throbbing and she responded to her husband’s mute commands by working harder and faster over his engorged cock. Richard’s leg’s shot out and he groaned, as his own cum boiled out of him to be drunk by his loving wife/slave. Richard screamed. "Yeeeeasssssssssssss! Suck my cock, slut! Fuck your face and fuck my cock! Yessssss! Raaaaaaape it!"

When Richard came to he shook his head to clear it and announced, ‘Dinner is over. We shall now all retire to the salon where desert shall be served." Richard looked down at Connie who smiled up at him. "You are going to be the sweetest desert ever, my little whore." To the crowd Richard commanded, "Everyone, the salon is a no clothes area as of tonight. Strip now. There my wife will be giving us her sweetness until either there is no more sweetness to give or until she has exhausted everyone’s need for her delicious confectioneries. Come fuck her holes good ladies and gents. Don’t let’s disappoint our perfect hostess. Richard untied Connie and carried her to the salon whispering sexy, loving words in her ear every step of the way.

The End