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FEMDOM FARM – PART 5, SHOWN
OFF
After my new mistress had
calmed, she climbed from the bed, snapped “Draw me a bath, cunt,” and walked
into her kitchen to produce a bottle of white wine.
When her bath was ready, I
had to pour her wine, and soap her lovely body while she lay back, luxuriating
in the warm water, into which I had poured scented
bath salts as she stood over me.
“This is the way I like my
bath, Pam, this is the temperature, the depth, and the amount of salts –
remember it, because if you don’t get it right, you get flogged, understood?”
I nodded. “Yes, Mistress
Eva.”
Then she ordered me to sit
on the side of the bath, and as she stroked my cock – I still sported a stiffy
to be proud of – she spoke of what she had planned for me in the evening.
“Normally,” she began, “I’d
simply fuck you till you were so fuckin’ exhausted,
and then I’d fuck you some more. But I’m so pleased with your looks, that I’m
inviting a couple of friends around.
“They will like you – and
you will love them. You like mature women, correct?”
I attempted a slight piece
of humor. “If they are as gorgeous as you, Mistress
Eva,” I said, with what I hoped was a winning smile.
My new domina
sneered. “Cunt, you will like every woman at this fuckin’
place if I order you,” she snapped. “So cut out the smart-ass remarks! One is mature, one is just out of her teens. You’ll love ‘em!”
Dinner was a steak with all
the trimmings for her, and some sort of gooey gruel concoction for me, which
she said would help in my muscular development. “And there’s a lot of fuckin’ help needed there, cunt,” she snapped.
Soon after I had cleared
away the dinner things, there was a rap on the door.
“Get it cunt, tell ‘em who
you are and bring ‘em into the lounge,” said Mistress Eva.
At the door, I found two big
women, both white, but that was about all that they had in common.
One, the shorter, was a
blonde, with small, but pert breasts and a trimmed thatch of light brown hair
on her quim. She had her hair in a short cut, which framed her very pretty
face. She also wore high heels and a red leather waistcoat, which revealed her
firm puppies.
Her companion was rather
different. She had jet black hair, pulled back in a strict ponytail. She, too wore a leather waistcoat, only hers was black. She
had breasts like soccer balls, hard and pumped.
She also had a broad bum,
strong, muscular thighs and she was ugly – well, attractive in an ugly sort of
way. I immediately knew I was gonna hate her!
“Hello ma’am,” I said to the
pretty one. Then after another “Hello” to Mizz Ugly,
I announced: “I’m Pam, Mistress Eva is waiting for
you.”
The pair swept past me, but
not without both of them grabbing my erection and slapping it on their way in.
“Hi Eva,” said the blonde,
“he’s kinda cute. What’s with his name?
My mistress, who was
lounging on a couch with a glass of red wine in her hand, grinned. “Tell ‘em,
cunt.”
“It stands for Pervert and
Masochist, ma’am,” I informed the pretty blonde.
“Well fetch me a wine, and
one for my friend, you fuckin’ cunt,” snapped the
pretty thing, who I guessed to be around 20, no more, and at least half the
black-haired bitch’s age.
When I had returned with
wine for my mistress’s two guests, and they had settled on the couch, on either
side of her, Mistress Eva spat out a command.
“Walk around, strut, show
your stuff, wave that cock around, then bend, show us your ass, part your
cheeks, come on cunt – this is a parade!”
My face reddened as I pranced my stuff, strutting around in front of the trio.
“What’s he fuck like?” asked
the PB.
“Good, but he’s gonna get better,” smiled Mistress Eva.
“Fuck how he fucks,” said
the Ugly Bitch, “how does he like being face fucked?”
Mistress Eva grinned. “Be my
guest – find out.”
And the UB stood, placed her
glass on a table by the end of the couch and glowered at me. “On your back,
take a deep breath and pray you don’t suffocate, cunt!”
I lay on the thick carpet,
and the woman towered above me, her shaved snatch glistening with juice.
Turning, so her face pointed
down towards my stiffy, she knelt on the floor and squashed her pussy and ass
hard down on my face.
“Lick me, cunt!” she roared,
and I tried to get my tongue into her crevices. She didn’t taste bad – in fact,
she was very tasty – but the fact that I hated her made my air-draining task
difficult.
Then the big black-haired
bitch started writhing on my mouth, thrusting her sex down onto me for all she
was worth. My nose was stuck against her musky anus, my tongue was in her cunt,
and she was heavy!
Suddenly everything went
foul – she let off a ripper of a fart, the noise was blatant, the aroma
disgusting.
“Like my shit chute, cunt,”
I heard her command from her place on top of me. “Lick it, savor
it, you cunt!”
Then there was laughter from
the couch. “Fuck, Bambi,” said the blonde, “was that fragrant!”
Bambi, the ugly bitch,
laughed a raucous laugh. “And there’s more where that came from!” she roared,
as I felt my face enveloped by the putrid stench of her flatulent discharge.
“Lick me harder, cunt, come
on, this isn’t a fuckin’ holiday,” snapped the Bambi
bitch, and as I pressed my tongue deeper into her moist cunt, another splat of
sound came as she farted once more.
The waves of fetid aroma
washed over my face and then, to my delight, the UB was off me. But my delight
was short-lived.
“What’s he like under the
throne?” demanded the big bitch, grabbing me by the hair and yanking me towards
the bedroom.
“Haven’t tried him,” called
my mistress. “Don’t drown the cunt!”
And she and the blonde
laughed as I was hauled towards the bathroom.
The next thing I knew, the
UB had me lying on the leather bench, so my head was directly beneath the
open-seated chair. Then things got darker as she sat down, and I saw her
fingers running through her labia, parting them slightly.
As she announced
“Incoming, cunt!” I was aware that
my mistress and her blonde friend had entered the bathroom to witness the
indignity being forced upon me.
But all thoughts of my
humiliation being witnessed were dashed from my mind when a strong spurt of
acrid yellow urine suddenly jetted from the UB’s urethra. I gulped and placed
my mouth as close as possible to her pussy to grab all the salty,
ghastly-tasting urine.
The piss seemed to flow
forever, but in actuality it was probably only 25 to 30 seconds, then she was
done.
“Don’t make me use toilet
paper, cunt,” came the UB’s next command. “Lick me clean, you fucker!”
I ran my tongue over the
piss flaps, still moist from her arousal and her urinating. Then I heard the
blonde speak up.
“Fuck, that’s made me want
to piddle,” she said, and as the dark-haired cow stood, the pretty little
blonde replaced her on the throne.
“Lick me first, cunt,”
snapped the girl, “taste me, taste my sexy juice, before you taste my piss
nectar!”
I did, and she tasted
superb!
Then she pissed down my
throat. Not so superb!
The urine from the glorious
little blonde was, if anything, harsher, tarter and more foul-tasting than from
the UB, but somehow I managed to chug it all down.
Climbing from the throne
after I had thoroughly washed her minge with my
tongue and lips, the girl looked at Mistress Eva. “Can I have a fuck with him now?”
Eva laughed. “Hey, he’s a
slave, isn’t he? You don’t need permission, Kirsty,”
and with a grin, the blonde dragged me from the bathroom and onto my mistress’s
bed.
“Straight in, cunt, I don’t
need foreplay,” she said, “pissing down a slave’s throat does it for me every
time.”
And I placed my rampant cock
head to her tight little cunny lips and drove into
her. As I did so, I was vaguely aware of Mistress Eva and Bambi leaving the
bedroom, and then the blonde kissed me passionately on the mouth.
“Fuck, that’s a nice cock,”
she said, with enthusiasm. “Not huge, but very, very tidy.” Then her forefinger
pressed against my anus and entered, perhaps an inch.
“You a virgin there, cunt?”
she snapped, as we fucked.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said.
“Shoot,” said the kid, “will
the DCs take a shine to you!”
“The DCs, ma’am?” I asked, puzzled.
The girl grinned slyly, then indicated I should roll her into the dominant position.
“Eva not told you ‘bout
them?” she asked.
“No, ma’am,” I admitted.
“Fuck,” said Kirsty, “I won’t spoil her fun. Now, suck my titties, I wanna cum, cunt!”
And as I sucked her taut,
tight little reddish nipples, I started to feel a surge in my crotch. I was
excited, but I tried to remain calm. Perhaps the effect of the cock and ball
ring had died off?
Then the blonde was pounding
on top of me to her orgasm, and suddenly she was finished, and had rolled off
my gleaming, cunt-smeared cock, with its foreskin dragged back, its head pink
and glistening in the light.
“You look disappointed,
cunt,” said the girl. “What’s the matter – didn’t you like fucking me?”
I shook my head. “It was
wonderful, thank-you, ma’am,” I replied, “but I thought for a moment I was
going to come!”
Kirsty sneered at me, as if to say “Whatta
fuckwit!”
Then she explained for me.
“You know what happens when someone has a limb amputated?” she asked. “For some
time, they can still feel the leg, or the arm, as if it’s still attached to
them.”
I nodded.
“Well, it’s like that with
your cock,” she said, climbing off the bed. “It thinks it’s gonna
cum, but like fuck it is! Don’t worry, that ‘Oooh,
I’m nearly cumming’ feeling will be gone in a day or
two. The only time you come, cunt, is on the 10th day.”
And with a laugh she marched
back out into the lounge. I followed, shamefaced at my stupidity.
“Hey, Eva,” said the blonde,
settling back on the couch, “this cunt doesn’t know what the DCs are.”
Eva smiled at me. “I know, I’m saving it as a surprise for him. Hell, Kirsty, you didn’t fuckin’ tell
him, did you?”
The girl made an “As if I
would” look and said “No, course not. Now, I have to go, a slave to flog, you
know how it is.”
Her companion sighed, and
moved off the couch where she had been engaged in a passionate smooching
session with my mistress.
“Time for me to punish my
cunt, too,” she said, pecking Eva on her cheek. “Thanks for letting us try him
out. Perhaps tomorrow night, eh?”
Eva smiled. “Perhaps, we’ll
see.”
Then the pair were at the door, but Bambi, the bitch, wasn’t done with me
yet!
Turning to face the door,
she bent over slightly and snapped: “Lick my anus, cunt, and lick it good!”
I knelt behind her large ass
and placed my hands on her big cheeks, parting them slightly to gain access to
her anal whorl. My tongue flickered against the dark striations at her ass.
And then it hit me. As my
tongue made its initial contact with her anal bud, the Ugly Bitch let fly with
a ripper of a fart, I swear it made coffee mugs on hooks in the kitchen area,
shake.
I continued to press my
tongue hard to work on her anus, but thankfully, Kirsty
opened the door. “Fuck, Bambi that’s so fuckin’
gross,” she said, stepping out into the night.
“Bollocks,” said the UB,
“these slaves love it!”
My mistress slammed the door
shut after her guests, and walked into the bedroom.
“Come on into bed,” she
commanded. “I wanna fuck, a good fuck, mind, and I’m gonna tell you about the DCs.”
I climbed onto the bed, my
hard-on as rigid as it had been all evening, even during the face sitting
farting, and the chugging down of the piss.
DCs? I hadn’t a clue what Mistress Eva was talking
about, but I had a funny feeling I wasn’t going to like it!
To be continued.
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