I’m not sure where to even start. I have hardly slept a wink since. Partly out of pain and partly out of happiness in how I made my Owner happy by being the ultimate slave/cumdump/painslut to five of His best business friends.
I am still sore from the event, so some of this may not make sense.
Earlier last week, Master Sir set up a little celebration for some of His friends He does business with. This relates to their work to set everything up on the Strip for the F1 Grand Prix race in November.
Two of the men already get free use of me. The other three I had never met before and were about to enter a new world they never expected.
The day before, Master told me to do a Zoom call with them. This was for me to introduce myself, not as a slave, but as my Owner’s “personal assistant.” I needed to see them to address them properly and learn their favorite drink.
By 5 pm that day, the house was spotless, the candles glowing, food was ordered and Master made sure I had an enema before inserting a large butt plug in my ass.. I was freshly shaved, and all three holes were clean and ready to be used if not abused. I was also on speech restrictions. To talk only when talked directly to and to answer quickly.
My Boss and Master-Sir’s Boss were the first to arrive. They get the royal treatment. I take their shoes off, kiss their feet, and then I walk on all fours to where Master Sir is sitting.
Each used me. One anal and one pussy before the others arrived. Then I went to clean back up and be ready for the final three guests, the new ones.
Guest arrived, and their jaw hit the floor when they saw a fluffy slave wearing only a black nightie answering the door to let them in. They tried to ask questions about me, But I was not allowed to answer.
I walked them to the living room and properly introduced them. “Mister Jones is Here master.” Then I went to get him a drink. Afterward, I went to stand with my nose in the corner of the room. Did I mention I was wearing a large butt plug each man asked about?
Finally, the last man arrived. All the men sat around the living room with their drinks properly filled when I was called to kneel beside my owner.
Master-Sir explained that I am His wife, his personal assistant, but most importantly, I am His obedient slave 24/7. They needed to see me as the house slave, not as his wife. Finally, “What happens here, stays here?” everyone agreed as I saw tents starting to pop up in their pants.
Master-Sir explained that I may not be pretty, but I am fluffy. They can not hurt me while using me.
What is “using the slave?” one asked. Master Sir had me stand up, hands to my side, eyes pointed down.
“This is my slave. She lives to please me. Her primary duty tonight is to please everyone in the room however she could.” Having me turn around with my ass facing them, I pull my ass cheeks apart, showing them my two holes. “She has three holes ready for you to use as you want. There is a guest room off the kitchen if you want privacy. Condoms are a MUST for two holes; her mouth is open for almost anything.”
His final part of the speech was something they did not need to ask. I will not resist or say no. And Yes, I do enjoy being used for sex. I do not need or want any reciprocal. Just fuck the hole you want and then leave when done. Oh Yes. No kissing. There was a gasp from a couple of the men.
He also had to explain that if I was not serving someone or doing a chore, I was free to be used how they wanted and where they wanted.
As He finished up, the doorbell rang. It was dinner. As expected, my young friend from the pub was making the delivery. He smiled as he brought the food in and set it on the counter.
He then took my hand, and we went outside by the pool for His blowjob—the first of many that night. As I returned to the house, my young friend thanked my Owner and left. Several men were smiling.
I went to dish up and serve the men, then sat at my owner’s feet. They all watched as he fed me from his hand and talked about the project, future work, and how he got so lucky.
Afterward, a new guy entered the kitchen as I took the dinner plates and napkins away. He didn’t say anything but was muttering, so I asked him how he wanted me.
He was a nice man, much like my Owner in looks. He asked if I gave great blowjobs? I smiled, knelt on the floor, opened His zipper, and gave Him my best. He was so excited that He shot His load in my mouth after only a few strokes. As I cleaned Him up, He almost lost His balance. Telling me that was the best ever. (smiles)
My Boss came in and fucked me rough and quick on the counter. My Owner’s Boss followed that with anal sex. It was amazing to be used like that.
One of the other new guys got physically grabby, but I slapped Him off. He titty fucked me. Cum on my tits and face. He told me to leave it there, but that’s not what Master would allow. He understood and apologized. No need to. I have my rules that He did not know about.
The final new guy came in. He started with “may I,” and I stopped Him. I told him to please tell me, not ask me. He blushed. He wanted to lick my pussy. That was it. His frigid wife doesn’t do anything orally. The last pussy he licked was in college.
For me, that is the one sex act I hate the most. I begged Him to let me suck His cock, fuck my ass. Anything But That. I would obey and do it if that’s what He wants. I just wanted to see if I could get out of it. He told me that I would enjoy it.
That’s not the problem. I am not here for him to pleasure me. I’m the slave. I am here to pleasure HIM. But he said that’s what he wants.
He seemed to enjoy it when I walked on all fours, walking him to the guest bedroom. I climbed on the bed and laid on my back with my legs spread open. I apologized for it not being a tight pussy like He deserves. Just an old, flabby one.
He smiled when He noticed I was already wet. My body deceived me! Sad to say, I really enjoyed His licking my pussy. That man had a deep tongue and knew how to use it. I had some of the most powerful orgasms I have had in a long time from that. But I still felt bad for doing it.
Afterward, Master-Sir saw the emotions on my face and knew what happened. He knows me so well. After a scene like that, I feel I need to be punished. So He told everyone to follow Him into the garage for my punishment.
The man who did the deed tried to apologize, but my Owner explained it wasn’t Him; it was me. I knew I needed this.
The wooden paddle was painful, and after a few swats that I correctly counted out and thanked Him for, one man was freaking out and telling my Owner how he thought that was abuse. My owner smiled and then asked the nice man why He had a tent in his pants.
After that, I was back to myself. Refreshing drinks, getting snacks, sitting at my owner’s feet, being fed snacks, and drinking water out of my dog dish in the kitchen.
That’s where Mister “I have to lick your pussy” came in and knelt behind me. The spanking got Him to be a little more brave. He unzipped His pants without saying a word. I felt the head of His cock touching my Pussy. He had a nice tongue. But His cock was just as wonderful. It’s thick and has a nice length. That scared me.
He held my hips and told me it may hurt. i smiled, telling Him that I enjoy pain. He wasted no time in shoving that monster cock into my pussy and started to ram me hard. No warm-up, no slow entry. He liked to grab my boobs and pull on them as he fucked me.
As he rode me, he started sounding like a linebacker, grunting numbers out. After a few strokes, the pain was replaced with me having my own issues trying to hold off the orgasms that were getting stronger with the thrust. The pain in my boobs was a mixture of pleasure and pain. I was closing my eyes and letting it all happen. .
He had His hand on one of my nipples, and I thought He was going to rip it off when He finally said that He was about to cum. And he did. He really unloaded in His condom!
After He pulled out, He was short of breath. So He took a few deep breaths before telling me it was a wonderful and amazing experience to just use a pussy like that.
His head was swirling, trying to figure it out. He could not believe that He had no problem just fucking the pussy of the wife (slave) of one of His friends. To do so willingly, and not have to worry if she enjoyed it or not.
I assured Him I really did enjoy it. But, Yes, I am there to be His cumdump again if needed later that night. He said He really enjoyed the feeling of fucking my saggy pussy with a large butt plug that made me feel tighter.
He was shocked when I pulled off His cock in order to turn around to take His condom off and then wipe His cock clean before I helped put Him back in His pants. I smiled and thanked Him for the use and abuse, and then he left with a big smile on His face.
It was a long night as they talked, drank, and fucked me. Three of them used me anally, including mister “lick my pussy”. That Hurt. Seriously hurt. Yet I still had another powerful orgasm.
By the end of the night, someone was using one of my holes in the kitchen if I wasn’t filling drinks or cleaning up. My Owner told them to use and abuse my saggy tits when using me. I wasn’t going to break, and they would enjoy the feeling. And they did.
One of the things that seemed to keep them getting hard as I always addressed them as Sir. Never their name. And they could call me “slave” or “bitch,” and I answered to them both.
I will have to say that it has been a long time since was I used like that. To be the serving slave/cumdump for five men. I was tired and sore, and I told them I would be smiling for days!
i loved that my Master was smiling each time I came out of the kitchen smiling or when He saw that I still had cum on my face.
To know that no matter the pain or how they used me, I was making sure they knew I was there for them to enjoy using me.
After each time they used me, I asked them not to thank me for anything. I was doing what I love to do: serving. They could thank my Master and let Him know if they enjoyed using me or not. They did!
I may be sore, but I still feel like the happiest, well-used slave on earth.
Thank you for reading!