Master Plaster part 1 of 6 (BDSM)
Hi! Linda here. I'm just your typical average, bright, attractive, 22 year old
college student. My major is Theater but I minor in more erotic drama. Nora, my
roommate, knows this rich guy through her parents. Guess what? We've been
invited to one of his parties.
Thus begins my tale...
"Move your ass Linda! I don't want to be late", Nora said rather impatiently. "I
hear that his son Dikon is going to be there. Imagine all that money, the things
I could do, the places I could go. Hurry up girl! Rich, single cocks like his
don't last forever." Devouring money and cocks is the thing my roommate does
best. "Who else is going to be there", I shouted as I struggled to slip on
Nora's tight heels. "Around thirty people, including my parents. All rich and
famous", Nora shouted back. "Don't forget your diaphragm! You never know. Just
keep your little twat away from Dikon". I always thought it funny how she
referred to my shaved slit as the "little twat". I guess terms like cunt and
pussy are to pedestrian for a "high-class" girl like her. I wore a long,
borrowed, gown, very low-cut with a bare back that almost went down to my bums.
I thought Nora might make some comment on my appearance, but with a "try not to
get my clothes dirty", we hurried out the door. The ride to Mr. Hulls estate was
uneventful. I usually kick off my heels in the car but was afraid I wouldn't get
them on again. Nora felt my uneasiness and assured me, with an evil grin, as the
night wore on most women took them off, along with other things. The estate was
set far back off the main road. A large fence surrounded it and a guard stood at
the gates entrance. Once inside a large, stout man came up to us and introduced
himself as Gregor Hull. He seemed pleasant enough as he took my hand and
introduced me to some of his friends. Poor Nora was distraught when she found
out Dikon was still at college. With the few other single guys already taken she
feigned a migraine and asked her parents to take her back home. Not trusting me
to drive her new jag, she took the keys with her. Mr. Hull assured me another
guest, or his driver, would take me back to the dorm. As the night wore on,
little by little the guests filtered out until only myself and another couple
were left. Jim and Janice where an older couple in their fifties. We were all
admiring one of Mr. Hull's (Gregor's) paintings when Jim asked him, "Have you
acquired any new statues." With that Gregor took my hand and led us into a
magnificent garden off the library. It was covered with roses on all sides. Down
the middle was a narrow path leading to a small pond. Within the pond stood two
ornate columns around four feet apart. Leading up to the pond, on each side of
the path, were eight plaster statues, each on a small metal base. Four male
statues were on the right and four female statues on the left. All were
life-size nudes in various positions. Between the statues lay long marble
benches, padded with thick leather. As we walked past the statues to the pond,
my nylon clad feet sunk into the moss covered ground. I had taken off my shoes a
long time ago and the moist earth felt good against my soles. Gregor stopped
before the last statue on the right. It was a man standing very straight,
holding a sword in his left hand. Jim stared at it and commented, "You've
outdone yourself Greg. Very lifelike. The veins stand out nicely. What detail
around the mouth." Jim was right. The detail was fantastic. Even the fingers
showed fine lines. "I'm using a new type of plaster and resin mix. My own
invention", Gregor said proudly. "Remember the old clay ones? I've come a long
way since then." Janice moved closer and admired it's fine white cock which
stood, at least, eight erect inches out from the body. She grasped it with her
hands and started stroking it. She lingered on the veins and gently rubbed the
head with her palm. A small slit was visible in the tip, just like the real
thing. "Can it cum", she asked. "Of course", Gregor laughed. "It can cum, and
piss too!" Gregor reached down and took a small device out of his pocket. He
handed it to Janice and said, "He's been in standby mode for most of the night.
It won't take much to push him over the edge." We all sat down on an opposite
bench and watched the statue. Janice pressed one of the buttons and we could see
lights on the device start to glow. There were ten lights all in a row. The
first seven were lit. As Janice continued to press the button two more lights
lit. As she let pressure off one by one the lights went out. This off and on
action continued for several minutes, with Janice controlling the show. "Stop
teasing Janice", Jim said rather annoyed. "This is getting boring." Janice
sighed and applied steady pressure on the button. One by one the lights lit
until all ten glowed brightly. "It's gonna blow", cried Jim. As all eyes watched
the head of the cock, a stream of white liquid spurt out. Three more spurts
followed and I marveled at how realistic the action was. "That was great", I
shouted. "You would think the thing was real." Gregor gave me a little grin and
said, "perhaps you should talk to Nora, I'm sure she can fill you in." He then
took the device from Janice and pressed a second button. "Watch this", he
chuckled. "Only a few minutes to go." Almost on que, Jim and Janice started
undressing each other. Clothes were frantically taken off and busy hands found
inviting openings. They fell to the ground in a 69 before the statue. Janice had
two fingers up Jim's ass as she roughly sucked his cock. Jim had his face buried
in her cunt as fingers also probed her brown hole. They sucked and fucked each
others asses eventually finding a common rhythm. Cries of joy and pain pierced
the night as more fingers and, finally, hands plunged into each others bowels.
As the heaving bodies sank deeper into the moss, the statue began to pee. A
steady stream of almost clear piss arched out of the stiff penis and washed the
sweaty couple. Jim moved his mouth away so the warm liquid could fill his
partners cunt. Janice screamed loudly as her throbbing clit was hit, and pushed
her arm deeper up Jim's hole. Jim's cum splattered her face and both moaned load
and long, as intense orgasms writhed through their bodies. My own pussy was
dripping as I watched the sights before me. Gregor, on the other hand, seemed
almost bored. His face only brightened, like a proud father, when his creation
started to pee. After the pee subsided Gregor took my head and laid it against
his lap. Like a little puppy dog he stroked my hair and forehead. Janice and Jim
took the opportunity to recline me further on the bench. One got on each side,
knelt down in the cool moss, picked up a foot and began to lick my feet. They
seemed to relish licking off the dirt from my nylons. Up and down the soles they
licked and kissed. Their tongues tried to get between each webbed toe and sucked
them with abandon. My own hands found my pussy and I furiously fingered myself.
Gregor freed one of my breasts and rolled the nipple between his finger. Nearing
orgasm and moaning deeply, I saw Gregor motion to Janice. Finding her purse she
took something out and came over to my exposed breast. Gently her mouth found my
nub. She drew my nipple in and out of her mouth like a small cock. Just as I
orgasmed She took a long hidden needle and shoved it through my tit. I screamed
out in pain and ecstasy as my body convulsed. Tears ran down my cheek as I saw
the needle protruding from me. As I went to pull it out Gregor caught hold of my
wrists and held them tight. Jim pulled off my pantyhose and handed them to
Janice. Prying my jaw open, Janice stuffed them in my mouth over my muffled
cries. With a mischievous grin, she slowly pulled out the needle. Taking her
nail she then dug into my tit until her finger turned red. I squirmed under
Gregor's tight grip and screamed into the sheer fabric. She took her blood
stained finger and wiped it clean against her pussy. "Look everyone", she cried
out with joy. "I have my period back." The trio started laughing and Gregor let
go of my wrists. I quickly spit out the hose and ran towards the house.
Remembering the guard and realizing I had no way to get home, I stopped and
turned. Gregor slowly walked up to me as Jim and Janice gathered their clothes.
"That wasn't so bad was it", Gregor asked. "It could have been a lot worse! I
suggest you forget about tonight. My friends would deny everything and who would
believe you." He summoned his driver who drove me back to the dorm. I put ice on
my sore nipple and lay in bed, wondering about the statues and how Nora was
involved.
