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I suggest you read the earlier chapters of this story first
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I was utterly defeated, lying across the couch in the hotel room, being watched – and dominated by my wife
Sarah, my professional colleague, Susan Bascom, and her graduate student, Laura. At that point all I wanted
was for the ordeal to be over, but I knew it would not be until Susan – or Mistress Susan, as I was being forced
to call her – decided it would be over.
After Laura had stuck her finger up my well-lubricated ass, and Susan had fondled my cock, Sarah stood next
to me holding a red, flared butt plug. It was similar to, but not exactly the same, as one of the ones we
occasionally used in our play. And she had just suggested that she use it on me, in full view of the two other
women. The three of them drew closer, so that they formed a semi-circle around me.
As my eyes adjusted to the light after having the blindfold removed, I glanced at the three of them, and they all
had smiles on their faces. I could tell they were enjoying this act of my humiliation, relishing in the power they
held over me. But it was more than that; something else was gnawing at me as I waited on the couch, my ass,
dripping with lube, sticking out at them, and my cock still erect. They stood still, not saying a word. I thought
perhaps Susan was going to spank me again, or perhaps she was just waiting to decide what to do.
And then it hit me – I smelled something very familiar. It was the scent of female arousal. I was not sure which
of them was secreting the scent, or perhaps it was all three, but there was no question that at least one of them
was getting off on this sexually. I knew that Susan had been aroused earlier, that was for sure, but for some
reason I suspected she wasn’t the only one that I was now smelling. At first I was shocked, because I saw the
entire thing as a power play on Susan’s, and later, Laura and Sarah’s parts. But then it occurred to me that there
was no reason they should not enjoy the wielding of power as a sexual thrill as well. I knew how turned on
Sarah got when we practiced dominance and submission, so why shouldn’t the same be true for the other two
women as well?
I sneaked a peek over my shoulder at the three of them, and they were glancing at each other, looking somewhat
unsure what to do next. They looked at one another, then down at me, catching my glance. I turned away in
shame, and buried my head once again in the upholstered back of the sofa. “Please, just get it over with,” I
thought to myself, too scared to express the thought, however, for fear it would just prolong the ordeal.
And then I heard Susan’s voice. “Would you like to go ahead, Sarah, you’ve obviously had the most experience
in this situation,” she said.
Sarah hesitated for a second or two, but then responded, “Oh no, Susan, you’re right – I get to do this all the
time. Perhaps it would make more of an impression on him if you or Laura had the honors.”
Susan chuckled for a moment. “Yes, you’re right. We are trying to train the little subbie, so we want to
maximize the effect. Let’s see – you had the opportunity to stick your finger up his ass, Laura” – just hearing
those words made me cringe – “so I think I will be the one to stick this up there. So listen up, Bob – here are
your instructions. I am going to stick this plug up your subbie little ass, and you’re going to take it like a man –
no whining or complaining. Do you understand?”
Without hesitation, I responded, “Yes, Mistress Bascom.”
“Good. After I put it in there, you’ll need to make sure it stays. If you lose it, you’ll be further punished. Do
you understand that, too?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
And without saying another word, I felt the tip of the plug touching my anal ring. Fortunately, it had been well
lubricated by Laura’s fingers, so I hoped it would not hurt too much. Susan gave it a firm, continuous push, and
it quickly popped into my ass, the flared part entering enough that it would be held there by the contraction of
my anal muscles.
I grunted to myself as she shoved it in, but managed to take it without uttering anything. It was about the same
size as one Sarah and I had used, so I knew what to expect. And I also had had experience holding it there, so I
hoped that I would be able to do so under these somewhat more adverse circumstances.
“Very good, my pet,” I heard Susan saying. “You took the whole thing. Doesn’t he look just wonderful,
ladies, lying there, his butt sticking out, with that red plug filling his subbie little asshole so beautifully.”
Laura said in a somewhat hushed voice, “Oh yes, Professor Bascom.” Sarah didn’t say a word. I kept my head
buried in the sofa back, but I kept smelling the scent of female arousal. I was sure at this point that the scene
was becoming a big turn-on for at least some of them.
“Just look at him ladies, so subservient, kneeling there with his butt plug, willing to do whatever we say, aren’t
you Bob?”
I didn’t answer until I felt a soft swat on my ass. “Yes, Professor Bascom,” I replied.
“Yes what, Bob?”
“Yes, I’ll do whatever you want. I just want this to be over with and get out of here.”
“Well, it won’t be over with until I decide it’s over, is that clear, pet,” she responded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I felt her take a step closer to me, and heard her say in a soft voice – loud enough, I realized, for the other two
women to hear – “You’re not getting off that easily, Bob. You still have work to do.”
She leaned back again and said, “Laura, pet, get the scarf and put it back on Professor Arnold’s eyes. I don’t
think he needs to see for what we’re going to do next.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I heard Laura reply, and then felt the silk of Susan’s scarf on my eyes, once again plunging me
into darkness. After a few seconds, I had the same feeling as earlier, that the removal of my sense of sight had
worked to heighten my other senses, and I could hear every movement they made. I could also smell the female
arousal as they stood near me, and I was convinced at this stage that it was all three of them I was smelling.
“Okay, Bob, come down off that couch.” I began to ease back off of my knees to stand, and as I did, I felt a
hand reach for my upper arm to steady me. I stood up, grateful to have the pressure off of my knees. “Okay,
follow me,” Susan said, and I felt a gentle push on my back as the other hand continued to guide me by my
upper arm. I was very aware of the butt plug Susan had shoved up my ass, and was careful to keep my ass
muscles clenched as I walked so as not to lose it.
I walked forward, and judging from where I had been standing, I figured we must have been heading for the
bedroom. I heard three pairs of footsteps following alongside and just behind me. After walking about ten
steps, Susan said, “Okay, stop, and now stand there.”
I halted, and I felt hands on my upper body. I realized that somebody was taking off my shirt, feeling the
sleeves pulled down off of my arms, rendering me totally naked in front of the three women.
After the person, presumably Susan, pulled away, I heard the sound of whispering. Even with the blindfold on,
though, I could not hear what was being said, and there were no giggles or other reactions from the other two
women to betray what was said. But then I heard the soft rustling of more clothing, and I suspected that they
too were getting undressed.
After a few more moments, Susan spoke once more. “Okay Bob, we’re going to help you get on the bed, lying
on your back.” I now felt arms on either side of me, guiding me forward, until I felt my lower legs hit the bed. I
kneeled on to it, and crawled forward until I figured I must have been near the head, and turned around to lie
on my back. As I eased myself down, I felt my head resting on what felt like two or three pillows stacked on
top of one another, so that I was horizontal on the bed, but was in fact propped up quite a ways. I was grateful
to be lying on my back, knowing that that would help keep the butt plug in with less effort.
I heard more whispering and then heard the women walking around in the room a bit. It sounded like one of
them had walked out of the room. “Well Bob,” Susan started up again. “You did pretty well on the last test we
gave you, so we don’t need to punish you anymore. Not yet, at least.” I breathed a silent sigh of relief, because
as I had lied down on the bed I was aware not just of the butt plug but also of the feel of the bedspread on my
still sore ass cheeks, from where I had been spanked.
“See, you’re not going to be punished more, but we do still have a little bit of training to do. As we said, you
still need to learn the proper, respectful way to treat a woman, and I’m not yet convinced that you understand
everything you need to do. I’ve discussed this with Sarah, and she agrees there are some things that you are not
quite as good at. She acknowledged to me that you are a good lover, but you can still stand to learn a few
things. So the three of us are going to help you with that. Okay Bob?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress Susan,” I responded, hoping that if I cooperated and played along this would be the end of it all.
“Good, so glad to have your acquiescence,” Susan responded. I heard the footsteps of somebody walking back
into the room. “But we have a little problem, here. I enjoyed seeing Bob so aroused before ladies, when my
graduate student was plunging her finger in and out of Bob’s subbie little ass.” I cringed at the memory. “And
I thought that the butt plug would keep him in a state of arousal, but it’s obviously not doing the trick,” she
continued. “Laura, get up there, sweetie, and see if you can’t help him out a little bit. And Bob, don’t get so
aroused that you even think about cumming – you need to remember that I control that, right?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I answered in a soft voice.
I had no idea what she was going to do, but I felt somebody getting on the bed near me. I felt a hand on my
cock, which just as Susan had pointed out, had gotten flaccid again. The hand – presumably Laura’s – began to
gently stroke it, but just as it was starting to get hard again, Susan said in a sharp voice, “Wait a minute – stop.”
As she spoke, I felt the hand removed and my semi-erect cock flopped back to my belly. “I have a better idea –
why don’t you do that yourself, Bob – no need for Laura to waste the effort,” she said with a chuckle.
I felt Laura sit back away from me, but still on the bed, and I realized quickly what Susan expected of me. She
wanted me to touch myself, exposed to these three women, while they watched. Once again, with the hope that
it would soon be over, I realized I had to comply. Normally, the idea of touching myself in front of three
women like that would be erotic, but not in this setting where I had no control and was doing so only because
of being forced to by this domineering woman.
I sighed, and reached my hand over and began to touch my cock. After a few strokes, it had sprung to life, and
after just a few more it had returned to the state it had been earlier when I was bent over the couch and Laura
was fingering me. I stopped, and put my hand back at my side, my cock now pointed upward.
“Oh no, Bob, don’t stop,” Susan said, “we want to see you continue that, don’t we ladies? But remember, not
too far, or you’ll be punished again.” I couldn’t see, of course, but I presumed that Sarah and Laura nodded in
agreement. They appeared to be going along with everything Susan wanted, even though I still carried some
hope that Sarah would come to her senses and call a halt to the whole thing and get me out of there.
With no other choice, I reached over and began to lightly stroke my cock again. It did feel good, even in that
humiliating setting, though I knew I was nowhere near cumming. After continuing for a few minutes. I heard
whispering again, and I felt Laura (at least I presumed it was still Laura) shifting on the bed. And then I felt a
cold liquid on the tip of my cock and my hands, and I realized it must have been more of the lube that one of
the three of them had earlier retrieved from the other room.
I felt the bed stir again, and sensed somebody close to my head. I then heard Sarah’s voice whispering in my
ear, “Feels good, Bob, doesn’t it?” And I realized it must have been her who had poured the lube on me.
I didn’t reply, but just continued to stroke my cock. Yes, it did feel good, but I still did not like being forced to
do this in front of the three of them. Sarah was still sitting next to me on the bed, with Laura over on the other
side.
I continued a couple of more minutes, and felt myself getting more aroused. Just as I thought I was getting
close, Susan must have sensed this, because she said, “Okay, Bob, that’s enough for now. We just wanted to
get you plenty aroused so you’d have your senses heightened for the remainder of your training.” I stopped
touch myself, my cock still pointing toward the ceiling. Hearing the word “remainder,” I had a glimmer of hope
that perhaps we were approaching the end of the torment I had been experiencing.
“Okay Laura, you first,” Susan said. I didn’t know what she meant, but I heard Laura shifting around and
moving on the bed. She apparently knew what to do, so this must have been what the whispering was about
earlier. I also felt Sarah shifting around a bit on the other side of me, but she just moved a little bit away but I
could still feel her weight on the bed next to me.
And then I felt Laura on top of me, straddling my chest. I felt no clothes on her, so I realized she must have
disrobed when I heard the rustling of clothes after my shirt had been removed. And there was no question what
I smelled – a woman’s wet pussy in a high state of arousal.
She was sitting on my chest, about halfway between my head and my cock, and I waited expectantly for her to
shift forward bringing her pussy in contact with my mouth. I assumed Susan was going to have me service her
orally as part of my “training.”
But there I waited a few seconds, with Laura astride me, making no apparent moving at scooting forward. I
didn’t know what to do, so I just lie there, waiting. Finally, Susan spoke. “Okay, Bob, here’s your task.
You’re going to be trained to worship women, to treat them with all the respect they deserve, demonstrating to
us that you understand our position of dominance over you lowly men. You are going to show us how well you
can pleasure us, putting our gratification above your own. Only through this kind of training will you learn how
to properly respect women, putting them – and their needs, desires, and yes, even their careers – ahead of your
own. It is this discipline that you must learn. Do you understand, pet?”
I couldn’t respond at first, just shocked at what she was doing. I was not surprised that she was using me in
this way given where things had been heading, but the way she was framing it – that my being used as a “sex
toy” to bring pleasure to a woman – was a way of getting me to properly respect and acknowledge women’s
dominance over men was unexpected. I heard her say in a slightly louder voice, “I asked you a question, Bob. I
want an answer.”
I started for a second at the sound of her voice, and pulled myself together. “Yes, ma’am, I understand,” I
responded, knowing what she was expecting to hear.
“Not good enough, Bob. I want you to tell me – no, tell us – what it is you understand.”
I hesitated for a second, trying to make sure I did in fact understand what she was saying. After gathering my
thoughts, I replied, “I understand that the purpose of this training is for me to learn how women are superior to
men. That I need to put them first, before men. Is that correct, Professor Bascom?”
She laughed, and said, “Good enough, my pet. I think you get the gist of it. Okay, Laura, you may begin.”
And with that I felt Laura scoot forward until I felt her pussy hair tickling my chin. Unlike Susan, who I had
learned in the hotel bathroom two nights ago was shaven clean, and Sarah, who usually trimmed her pussy hair,
Laura was quite bushy and her hairs quickly brushed my nose. It became quickly apparent to me that she had in
fact been aroused by what had occurred, because I immediately got a strong whiff of her arousal as her crotch
approached my face.
I opened my mouth, prepared to service her orally. As I did, she scooted forward just a bit, almost enveloping
my nose and mouth with her pussy. Her arousal that had been signaled by her scent was confirmed by the
wetness that I immediately felt all over my lower face. I began to softly lick her labia, first the large outer ones,
then the smaller inner ones. I worked on one side, and then the other, lightly licking and stroking them with my
tongue. Every now and then, I felt Laura shift around a bit, seeming to try to get better contact between her
pussy and my face.
After a few moments of this, I felt a hand on my cock again. It had stayed erect, being fueled by the erotic
sensation of licking Laura. I had to admit it was not unpleasant, and tasting, feeling, and smelling how aroused
she was was also turning me on. The hand was lightly stroking my cock, a very nice feeling. I couldn’t tell if it
was Laura, reaching behind her, or one of the other women.
I was brought out of my reverie by Susan’s voice in my ear. Somehow she had gotten so close, and I hadn’t
even realized it. “Remember, Bob – you may not cum, or you will be punished again.” I couldn’t respond, of
course, with my mouth being totally consumed by Laura’s pussy, but Susan had to have known I heard her. I
tried to put out of my mind what the hand was doing to me, but it was very difficult. I was really concentrating
on my tongue and lips pleasuring Laura, but still, I felt my own arousal growing. And then it stopped – just like
that, it was gone, and I was left once again with my cock aiming skyward.
I continued licking Laura, now starting to move my tongue more deeply into her pussy. Her folds felt very
smooth, and her taste was not unpleasant. I tried to reach the sides of her vagina as best I could, and she
continued to shift around a bit. Her wetness seemed to be increasing, so I suspect that my ministrations were
having the desired effect.
I then pulled my tongue out of her pussy and reached upward to flick it over her clit, which was not hard to
find. It was quite prominent and was sticking way out of its hood, which appeared to have retracted some to
provide me easy access to the clit. As I did this for a minute or so, she began to rock up and down on my face,
and I suspected that she was getting close to an orgasm. I could hear her breathing getting heavier, and she was
rocking faster, and I did my best to maintain contact with her clit, even though my tongue was getting very
tired. Just as I thought she was ready to explode, I heard Susan say in a gentle but firm voice, “That’s enough,
pet, now get off of him.”
Laura groaned, still continuing to rock on my face. “Please, Mistress, I am so close, please let me cum.”
“No, pet, you know the rule – you only come when I give you permission when we are together. And you too
need to learn the proper discipline if you are going to grow into a woman who can use her influence over men.
So get off of him right now, my dear, and return to your spot on the bed.”
I heard Laura sigh, and felt her ease off of my face, leaving me covered in her secretions. She had been so wet
that it was literally dripping down my cheeks in little rivulets. As she got up, I felt a soft kiss on my cheek, and
she whispered in my ear, “You were very good,” and giggled a bit before I felt her sitting again by my side on
the bed.
“Okay, Bob, catch your breath,” I heard Susan say. I had been breathing very heavily from the exertion and
from the weight of Laura on my chest, so I tried my best to catch my breath. I felt some kind of cloth on my
face, sopping up Laura’s wetness that had been deposited there. It must have been Sarah doing that.
I lie there for what seemed like two or three minutes, nothing happening. Then I felt Sarah on the other side of
me getting up, and she too plopped herself down on my chest. I hadn’t heard anything, so Susan must have
given her some kind of silent signal. But then I heard her voice once more, “Okay, Bob, you know what to do,”
and with that, Sarah scooted forward on to my face.
This was a much more familiar sensation to me, of course. Sarah’s trimmed pussy fit right over my mouth, in a
position I had certainly been in before. While this was not something we did frequently, she did like to sit on
my face like this when we played around with dominance and submission. It was one of her favorite ways of
having me service her; she had told me that there was something about towering over me, trapping my head
between her thighs, that made her feel very superior and dominant. I don’t know if Susan had gotten this idea
from Sarah, or whether she had come up with it on her own, but in any event I began using my tongue on my
wife’s pussy.
Knowing Sarah as I did, it did not take very long for her to get going. She had not been nearly as aroused as
had Laura, judging from the difference in how wet she was compared to the graduate student when each had
mounted my face. But Sarah quickly caught up as my tongue got to work. I took one of her outer labia
between my lips and started to gently suck on it, something that I knew drove her wild. I repeated on the other,
and then ran my tongue all around each of her inner lips. She was getting wetter and wetter, and she too began
to move around. Unlike Laura, though, who rocked up and down, Sarah was moving in more of a circular
motion, almost like she was rubbing her pussy all over my face.
As I worked my tongue on her labia, I heard her breathing get heavy and heard her say, “Yes, that is so good,
give it to me Bob.” I knew she was getting close, and wondered if Susan was going to stop her, too, before she
orgasmed. I knew what was going to bring her over the top, and went right for it. I pushed my neck up a bit so
that I could get my lips around her clit, and began to suck on it. This had the expected effect, and she began to
moan even louder, “Yes, yes, yes, that’s it.” I waited for Susan to stop her, but not hearing anything, continued
sucking her clit even harder. And then it hit – a huge orgasm, as she ground her pussy on my face, shaking
violently, her juices running all over it. As she came down, I eased up on the sucking, just the way that I knew
she liked, and after 30 seconds or so her body stopped shaking and she rolled off of me. “Oh god,” was all she
could say.
Susan laughed, and said, “Well, it looked like you certainly enjoyed that, my dear! I’d say your husband is
doing a good job learning just how to take care of a woman, aren’t you Bob?” I had been wiping my wife’s
wetness off of the lower half of my face with the back of my hand, and managed to mumble, “Yes, ma’am.”
Susan laughed again, and I felt hands around the top of my head, and the scarf was lifted off of it. My eyes
were shocked by the light, even though the room was lit by just a rather dim lamp over in one corner, and I
blinked a few times trying to recover from it. After a bit, I was able to look around and take in the sights
around me. There was enough light to allow me to see that on one side of me on the bed was my wife, curled
up, still breathing heavily, with what I could see was a very wet pussy. I turned the other way, and there was
Laura, the graduate student sitting naked and cross-legged looking over at Sarah. I saw for the first time
tonight her very bushy pussy that fifteen minutes ago I had been licking to abandon.
And standing at the foot of the bed was Susan, but unlike the other two, she was wearing the silk dressing
gown in which she had greeted me what seemed like hours earlier. I suspected that her remaining clothed, at
least partially so, while the other two women were naked, was part of the power play for her.
She moved forward, and kneeled on the bed at my feet. She leaned forward, reached out and put her hand on
my cock, and began to lightly stroke it. It had been almost fully at attention while I was licking my wife, but
Susan’s touch brought it even more so.
“I can see you are enjoying your training, aren’t you, pet,” she said, looking me in the eye. I could do nothing
but nod, knowing that any other response would be interpreted as a lie given the state of my erection. I then
realized this wouldn’t suffice, and said, “Yes, Professor Bascom.”
“I thought so,” she replied, “because like most men ultimately what you want is to please a woman. I agree
you’ve been learning to do that very, very well, my little subbie. And you’ll be happy to hear that your training
is almost over.”
Given what she said, and what had transpired, I suspected that my denouement would be to perform the same
acts on her. That would fit right in with the entire evening, with her orchestrating of the events right from the
beginning. In fact, it would fit right in with everything she had done to me ever since she had first caught me
spying on her and Laura in the bathroom two nights earlier.
She continued to lightly stroke my cock, gazing back and forth at the two other women with a wry smile on her
face. I was getting even more aroused, and was doing everything I could to stop from cumming. Susan looked
at Laura and said to her, “How about you, poor pet – you were pretty aroused grinding your sweet little pussy
on Professor Arnold’s face, weren’t you?” This reminder of my servitude to her, along with Susan’s coarse,
humiliating language to describe it, led to a deflation of my erection just a bit. It must have been a little
humiliating for Laura, also, because she looked down at her hands as she answered, “Yes, ma’am, I was – or
should say, am, very aroused.”
“And I always take care of you, don’t I, pet,” Susan replied to her.
“Yes, Professor Bascom, you do take care of me.”
“Well, then I won’t leave you hanging there, sweetie,” and I thought Susan was going to tell her to mount
herself on my face once again. But to my surprise, she said to her, “You can go ahead and touch yourself.”
I was shocked by this response, but Laura, much to my surprise, did not appear shocked at all. She simply said,
“Thank you, Mistress,” and proceed to spread her legs out, lowered her right hand, and began to stroke it in and
out of her still-wet pussy. There was no sound in the room other than the squishing noise as Laura pistoned her
finger in and out of her pussy.
I surmised from Laura’s response that this must have been part of their routine, that as Laura’s Mistress, Susan
probably made her touch herself to orgasm quite frequently. I looked over on my other side, and saw that Sarah
had apparently recovered from her crashing orgasm, was breathing more normally, and had now propped herself
up on one elbow to watch the action unfolding. Her gaze was glued to Laura as the young graduate student
added first a second, and then a third finger to her first and began pushing all three in and out of her pussy.
It did not take long before Laura’s breathing quickened and I could see she would orgasm soon. I had clearly
brought her to the brink, and the little bit of work she was now doing to touch herself would get her over the
edge. With a loud, “Ohhhhhhh,” she came, the wetness of her pussy now gushing over the bedspread, leaving a
large wet spot between her legs. She fell over, exhausted, on her side in a similar position to which Sarah had
been just a few minutes earlier.
Susan walked over to that side of the bed, and reached down and began lightly stroking Laura’s hair. “There
you go, pet, wasn’t that nice,” she said to her in a soothing voice.
As Laura was able to catch her breath, she responded, “Yes, Mistress, thank you so much.”
“You know I always take care of you, don’t you my dear.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Laura said, still somewhat in a halted voice.
Susan now looked over at me, not saying a word. I looked over at her, not sure what would be happening next,
somewhat curious, but also apprehensive. She reached down, and undid the tie holding her silk robe together.
It fell open, displaying for me once again her shaved pussy and full breasts. Even in the dim light of the room I
could see that her arousal was demonstrated by her nipples, which were standing at attention. It was clear that
she had been enjoying the events that had been taking place.
She shrugged the robe off of her shoulders, and walked over and placed it on a chair in the bedroom of the
suite. She walked around to the side of the bed where Sarah was, leaned down and whispered something in her
ear. Sarah shifted around toward the foot of the bed, making a space for Susan where she had just been. Susan
sat on the bed, and reached over and again began lightly stroking my cock. It quickly grew erect again, for
what seemed like the tenth time tonight. She continued this for a couple of minutes until Laura was able to
recover from her orgasm, and was able to sit up once again. She watched what Susan was doing with rapt
attention, as was Sarah, from where she was seated on the foot of the bed.
Susan turned to me and said, “Okay, pet, you’ve done very well so far. Are you now ready for the final part of
your training?”
“Yes, Mistress Susan,” I replied, looking her in the eye.
“Good, I hope that this last activity will provide you with a clear understanding of your role with respect to
women. After all, that was the purpose of all this, right?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She smiled at me, and proceeded to get up on her knees next to me on the bed. She then, like the others, kicked
a leg over my chest and began to straddle me. Knowing the drill, I prepared for her to sit on my face like the
others had done, closed my eyes in anticipation of the event one more time, and waited. I felt Susan scoot
forward a bit and pull herself up off of my chest just a little bit, and I got my tongue ready. But then she
stopped.
“Open your eyes, pet, and look at me.”
Not sure she was talking to me rather than Laura, I nevertheless opened them again. She was looking down at
me from above, her shaved pussy only two inches or so from my face, hanging over my upper chest. I waited in
anticipation, guessing that part of her mind game was to make sure I watched her pussy coming down on my
face. “Don’t take your eyes off of me,” she said.
I did as instructed, looking at her without blinking, holding my breath. And then she began to rise off of me,
kicking her leg over to the side, and for a moment, I thought maybe she had relented and decided I had had
enough. I let out a breath, thinking that my ordeal was over.
But then instead of stopping, she continued her rotation 180 degrees, so that she was now straddling me again.
But this time, she was facing toward my feet (and Sarah at the end of the bed). Instead of her pussy being
inches from my face, it was her round, plump ass cheeks that were sitting on my upper chest. I stared at them,
as the realization began to sink in as to what was going to happen. She was so close that I could not take in the
whole sight in one view; I had to swivel my head a bit to look at one cheek, and then the other, split down the
middle by her crack which started four or five inches or so above my chest and went down, disappearing
somewhere in the middle of my chest.
“I told you to look at me,” I heard Susan hiss, grabbing my attention back. I looked up at the sound of her
voice, and saw her looking back over her shoulder at me. “You better do a good job, as good as you did with
the other two, or we’re going to be staying right here for a long, long time. Now get started.”
Before I could say anything, she lifted up her ass, scooted back so that her crack was right above my mouth,
and plopped down right on my lips. For a brief second I thought she was going to suffocate me, as I was taking
the full weight of her upper body on my mouth and covering my nose. But then she lifted up a bit and I
realized she was getting herself settled down on top of me, supporting most of her weight on her knees and
thighs.
I hesitated for a second, never having been in this situation before. In all of our dominance and submission
sessions, Sarah had never made me do this to her. Yes, I had performed cunnilingus on her many times, but I
had never been forced to lick her ass. I didn’t know what to expect; like most, I had the taboo of this being a
dirty, forbidden part of the body. But I knew from Susan’s tone, and from everything else that had happened,
that my ordeal would not be over until I submitted to her demand.
The olfactory sensation was different from the other two women. I definitely smelled Susan’s arousal when she
first sat down facing me, a scent I had experienced before in the last two days. But now that she was turned
around, her pussy facing away from me, the aroma was a different one. There was just a hint of her pussy,
overwhelmed by a stronger, muskier odor that I knew was emanating from the rear part of her body. It was not
disgusting me, it was just different.
I tentatively opened my mouth, and extended my tongue, and began to lightly lick one of her ass cheeks. It was
smooth, covered with a very soft, downy hair, quite different from when I licked her pussy, the outside of
which was rougher and just barely stubbly from having been shaved or waxed some time earlier. I continued
licking around her cheek, as far as I could reach, given that I could only partially swivel my head as she had me
effectively pinned. It was too big to reach all of it, at least from this position, but I did the best I could running
both the tip and flat part of my tongue around her cheek, depositing some saliva where I went. Every now and
then she shifted around a bit, providing me an opportunity reach parts of the cheek I had not yet explored.
After a few minutes of this, I shifted my attention to the other cheek, repeating the pattern. In all of this I
avoided getting too close to her crack, which I could see had somewhat darker, heavier hairs on it from the top
down to where it disappeared on top of my chest. She again shifted around, providing me with the opportunity
to run my tongue all over her cheek again. As I did this, she began to stroke my cock, getting it fully erect once
more.
After a few minutes on this side, she scooted down toward my feet, and I thought perhaps it would be over.
She looked over her should again, down at me. “Very good, my little subbie boy. But there’s still more for you
to do,” she said with a wry smile on her face. With that she stopped stroking me, and bent her body further
forward, so that her large breasts were down around my knees, and she scooted back toward my face. This had
the effect of splitting her two cheeks a bit, and bringing my face directly in contact with the crack of her ass.
She left no doubt in my mind as to what she now wanted me to do. She didn’t need to say anything else.
I again opened my mouth, and with my tongue, tentatively reached out and touched the top of her crack, which
I could just reach in the position she was in. I ran it up and down the part of her crack I could feel, the musky
scent surrounding my face, an intoxicating aroma enveloping me. As I did this, and realizing that the taste was
not unpleasant, I pressed a little harder, leaving a little more saliva as lubrication as my tongue continued its
travel up one side of the crack and down the other.
She then lifted up off of my chest a bit more, causing me to stop what I was doing, and giving my tongue a
respite. She then shifted back even further, and there, right in front of me, was her wrinkled rosebud. The skin
was redder than the rest of her ass, a star pattern, the size of a nickel or so, right in front of me, glistening with
the combination of my saliva that had run down her crack, and, I suspected, her own juices from her pussy that
had run back there. I realized this was where she had been heading all night, the ultimate part of my training:
forcing me to service her ass with my tongue. I opened my mouth once again, extended my tongue, and
touched it gently to her rosebud. The sensation was what I expected, given its appearance; it was wrinkly, yet
soft.
I began by running the tip of my tongue in a circular motion around the ring, getting it even wetter. As I did
this I thought I heard an imperceptible sigh emanating from her face which was pressed down on my legs. I
continued the circling, and as I did, the rosebud began to loosen up and give way slightly. This emboldened me
to push toward it with the tip of my tongue, and as I did, it opened up further, allowing just a slight bit of entry.
As I did this, Susan pushed back against me just a bit, making it easier for me to push harder. I did so, and I
could feel my tongue gaining more entry into her now very wet asshole.
There was definitely more than just a muted sigh coming from Susan now, it was more like a moan. It was clear
she was enjoying what I was doing, so I hoped that if I continued she would eventually orgasm and get off of
me. My tongue was getting quite sore from all the pushing I was doing, but she didn’t seem ready to relent, at
least not yet. I kept extending my tongue into her ass and retracting it, trying to roll it around a bit when it was
in her asshole. The wetter it got, the easier this was, and the more she was pushing back against me. Her moans
picked up, keeping pace with the rocking of her plump ass against my face, until finally, she let out a wail and
yelled, “PUSH IT IN DEEP!”
I did as she told, pushing with all my might, rolling it around inside of her asshole, and finally, she came with a
hard grunt, riding my face and tongue. I did my best to hold on as she rocked rapidly back and forth, until she
began to slow down, and then stopped, leaning back forward again, her body heaving up and down as her
breathing slowed. I gladly retracted my tongue, giving it the break it so sorely needed.
After a few moments, Susan lifted herself up, and turned 180 degrees again, so that she was straddling me but
now facing me. She looked down at me, and with a smile, said, “See pet, you’ve learned how to truly please a
woman. I think you now understand your role in life, that you are here to keep women happy and to make sure
they are pleasured. Don’t you?”
Utterly defeated, I nodded and simply said, “Yes, Mistress,” happy to have the ordeal apparently over.
As Susan climbed off of me, she sat next to me on the bed. She reached over and wrapped her hand around my
cock, which was still quite erect. She looked at me, and smiling again, said, “But look, your pretty little subbie
cock is still sticking up in the air, isn’t it?” She turned toward Sarah and Laura, and asked them, “What do you
think we should do about it, ladies?”
They both giggled, Sarah saying, “Whatever you think, Professor Bascom. You’re the Mistress!” Laura simply
shrugged her shoulders, indicating concurrence with what Sarah had said.
“Well, pet, we simply can’t having you walking around like this, now can we? Tell you what – you’ve done
such a good job servicing the three of us, you deserve a little bit of that reward I talked about earlier. You even
managed to get me off simply by sticking that wonderful tongue of yours right up my dirty ass. You didn’t
even have to touch my pussy you were so good.” With that, she got up on her knees, and threw one leg over
me, straddling me once again and facing me this time. I thought maybe she was going to have me lick her pussy
now, but instead of shifting forward, she instead lifted herself up a bit, moved back, and plopped her very wet
pussy right on top of my erect cock which had been sticking straight up.
To say I was shocked was an understatement. I didn’t think there was any way she was going to do that, and
yet there she was, sitting right on top of my cock. And she then began lifting up and down on it, the feeling of
her wet, fully aroused pussy on my cock admittedly quite nice. I knew it was not going to take long to cum
with all the stimulation I had had, so I lay back, closed my eyes, and waited for my orgasm to approach.
But after about 30 seconds of this, Susan surprised me by lifting herself off of me, saying as she did so, “There,
that should be enough I would think.” I had no clue what she was doing, so I opened my eyes, looking up into
hers.
“You didn’t think I was going to let you fuck me, did you, my pet?”
I was speechless for a second, but then managed to begin to mumble something about how I thought that’s
what she was doing.
“Oh no,” she replied, “I was simply getting it nice and lubricated for you. You’re going to get yourself off
while we three women watch you.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but couldn’t find the words to respond to what she had just said. I
simply lay there, my mouth open, stunned beyond belief at this final humiliation she was doling out to me.
“C’mon now, get to it before my lubrication dries up on you,” she chuckled.
I could do nothing other than reach down with my hand, and begin stroking. She had gotten it very wet with
her pussy juice, and my hand rode easily up and down the shaft. I looked down past my cock and I could see
Sarah watching intently. I could see Susan next to her, watching also, with a broad smile on her face. Out of
the corner of my eye I could see Laura on the other side, also watching.
“That’s right, keep going,” Susan urged me on. “Isn’t he doing a great job wanking himself for us, ladies?”
Again, the other two just laughed and continued to watch. I continued the up and down motion, and I knew
that in spite of everything that had happened, that I would cum soon. And I would be happy to, hoping that
that would close the door on this torment. Up and down I continued, willing my orgasm to come, and finally it
did, my cum spurting up in the air, depositing itself all over my hand and my stomach, as I grunted through it.
I heard Susan clap her hands and exclaim, “See, I knew he could do it. Professor Arnold has now learned that
his job is to bring pleasure to women, and if he wants any of his own, it’s up to him to provide it. Right, pet?”
She tossed me the towel that had been on the bed and had been used previously to wipe my face.
I glared at her as I wiped the cum off of my hand and stomach.
“That’s okay, pet, you don’t have to respond.” And with a wink, she turned to the other two and said, “I know
he gets it now.”
With that she got up, retrieved her robe and put it back on. She turned back to me and said, “Put your clothes
on, Bob, and take Sarah back to your room. Laura, go get yourself cleaned up and then come on back here.”
I got up, as did Sarah. I yanked the butt plug out of my ass, depositing it on the bed. Sarah put her clothes on,
and I retrieved mine, putting them on in the living room of the suite. We headed toward the door to the hall,
and after Sarah walked out into the hall, Susan came out of the bedroom and said, “Bye, Bob. I hope you
enjoyed all the mentoring I’ve provided you.”
Without looking back at her, I walked out the door, closed it, and led Sarah back to my room.
THE END
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