It started like every Saturday night. Shower and shave, clothes, makeup, and hair. The Uber is picking me up at close to midnight. Dropping me off at the club. Walking in, ordering a drink. Scope the place out. Narrow my choices and wait.

Tonight it was slim pickings, but it was still early. Finishing my drink, swaying my hips to the beat. I left my hair down tonight, not really wanting to deal with it. It hung down, nearly touching my ass. I loved the black hair, keeping it that way for over a year now. More guys notice it, and better men are attracted to the whole package. The Pocahontas look.

Jet black hair, dark brown eyes, golden skin. I kept my waist small and my hips and ass banging. I worked hard to have this body, the all-natural look. At twenty-six, I didn't want to ruin my best assets. Dancing helped, something I did every Saturday night. Well, that and because I was on the prowl.

I kept my eyes shut, letting the music take hold of me. My top, already very short and low-cut, kept rising up, the cool air blowing on the bottoms of my breasts. It felt good, the air cooling down my already hot body. Blowing on the sweat pooling under my size 36Ds. I hadn't bothered lowering it, not caring who could see. It's why I dress the way I do.

Tonight, I went simple. A white tank top, very low cut and short. I paired it with tiny jean shorts, part of my ass hanging out. No bra, no panties. Sandals that wrapped around my legs. People looked, men and women alike. I see the dirty looks, letting those slide off me.

The beat changed, becoming slower and warmer, so I walked to the bar. Getting another drink, the man next to me paid for my drink. I smiled at him, an older man, silvery with a dazzling smile. Most likely in his fifties. I returned the smile and thanked him.

"Hi, I'm Nate." I didn't care for names. Too personal, too intimate. But I let it slide.

"Hi, I'm Prim." I drank my drink, waiting for his next move.

"Are you alone?" he finally asked me. I nodded, waiting some more. He was silent, his fingers drumming to the music. I laughed inwardly, knowing he was very shy. Downing my drink, I took his hands and pulled him on the floor. He hesitated, tried to speak words, but eventually closed his mouth and came with me.

I started dancing again, the man just standing there, afraid to do anything. I grinned, dancing around him, my hands touching along his chest, back, and abs. Once the song changed, I pushed my ass into him, grinding along his already hard member. For an older man, he sure was packing.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched a beautiful blonde, a bit older than me, wearing a tight red dress make her way towards us. I kept dancing, watching the sway of her hips as she approached. Her smile was big, her red lips a contrast to her pale skin. Her body was much like mine, thick in the right spots.

She closed in on us, her hand touching right below my breasts, lapping around the both of us. Standing in front of me, she leaned over my shoulder, her lips planting on the man behind me. I tried to move, but her hand held me close. They parted, her tongue peeking out to run along her lips. She leaned in again, this time stopping at my ear.

"He's hot for an older man. What do you say we three leave here and get to know each other better?" I was down. Between the two of them, I could feel my juices trickling out. I looked into her blue eyes, nodding. She started turning around, but my hand came out, nabbing her by the back of the neck and bringing her mouth to mine.

She kissed like an angel. Her lips were soft pillows, which I ran my tongue over before I pushed into her mouth. She moaned, and I deepened the kiss. She tasted of honey and spice, a lovely combination. I pulled away, panting as I held her still.

"Let's go. We are going to have so much fun tonight." She dragged me out, her man right behind us. A car pulled up, and we piled in. I took the seat across from them, eyeing them both. They made a handsome couple, if in fact that was what they were. I hadn't asked, hadn't really cared. My only thoughts were how many orgasms I would have tonight.

"Call me Mistress, that's how you will address me tonight." It wasn't anything but a demand. She was calling the shots, and I was glad to follow her. "Nate, be a good boy and remove her shirt." He got down on his knees, crawled the relatively close space, and clasped my top in his hands. He swiftly pulled it off, exposing me to their eyes. I left my hands down, my eyes on the mistress, waiting for her next command.

"Nate, you have until we get home to fondle her breasts, with either your mouth or your hands. Or both."

"Thanks, Mistress," he softly replied back to her. I kept my eyes on hers, drawn into the blue. Nate got up, pushed my tits together, and licked and sucked them, biting here and there. It felt good, my moans fusing with the slobbering sounds from his mouth.

By now I was damn near ready to gush, my peak getting higher and higher. I wanted to cum so bad, but something told me to hold off.

"Good girl, I will let you cum soon, love. Just not now." She smiled, knowing I was on the verge. Grateful the car finally stopped, Nate sat back also, his hands and mouth gone from my trembling body. "Help her out of the car and bring her into the room," Mistress told him.

Once out of the car, Nate swooped me up, carrying me literally in his arms into a darkened house. We passed a few doors before turning into one at the back of the house. I couldn't see anything, my eyes still not adjusting to the dark.

We stopped in the doorway, Nate swiveling towards her. "Where would you like her, Mistress?" he asked.

"Let's start with the St. Andrew's cross," she told him, her back to the both of us. I had heard of the cross before but had never tried it. Nate set me down gently, pushing my body closer, locking my arms, and then waiting for her. I could see the red of her dress and heard various drawers being opened and closed.

"She needs to be naked, slave." Mistress sang out. Nate quickly removed my shorts, then finished locking me up. I was thrilled, the anticipation building in me. What felt like hours, but was merely minutes, she brought her arsenal over to us. Patting Nate's head, he immediately got down on his knees, his eyes averted.

Mistress removed her dress, leaving herself in red lingerie, a see-through one. Her body was gorgeous. Her lips slowly descended onto mine, soft at first, but then with a fistful of my hair, she deepened it, her tongue playing with mine. Our moans matched, her chest on mine, mashing our breasts together.

Suddenly, her mouth left mine, and she backed away. I bit my bottom lip, chuckling at her. "It seems like we have a naughty girl here, slave. She needs some punishment to make her listen." Nate stood up, and Mistress gave him a riding crop. Nate walked around my body, the riding crop touching me softly.

"Undress to your boxers, slave," he did, his clothes being thrown to somewhere I couldn't see. Once he was back in front of me, I could see his cock, the mushroomed head peeking out of the top. My gaze was fixated, and when the first hit happened, I was surprised.

"Ahhhh, fuck," I cried out. He hit the other nipple next; this time I was prepared. It still stung, the crop being the kind of toy that had a sting to it. Over and over, he switched between my nipples, striking them. The pain, the bite, brought tears to my eyes, though the tears were from the stimulation. My whole body was on fire, and the explosion was soon to come.

"Travel downwards, slave. I want to see you punish her into an orgasm." Nate seemed excited by the idea, his head nodding quickly. It wasn't but a second later that the crop slapped my clit in quick succession, making me cry out in both pain and joy. Nate was quick, showing his experience with the riding crop.

Not even a minute after the first hit, I screamed out, "Ffuucckk. Oh, fuck me!!" My juices flooded, pouring out of my pussy without remorse. He kept up with the crop, as a second one followed. "Oh shit!! I'm cumming!!" The drop stopped, my body spasming, my legs shaky. My body was on fire, and I could feel it turning red.

"You did well, slave," Mistress said, rubbing his head. She leaned in, kissing me with tongue. My head hung down, but my eyes were solely intent on them. Once she pulled away from me, her eyes found mine.

"You did extremely well, my pet," she congratulated me. "You both deserve a reward." She walked around my body, her fingertips sending tingles down my body. Her fingers found my breasts, still very sensitive, although she played with my nipples, elevating that sensitivity.

"Hummm. What should we do? There are so many ways to bring you pleasure." Her voice was sultry, my reactive body responding to her. She stood behind, her fingers faintly playing with my body. "Slave, would you like to take her?"

"Please, Mistress." He practically begged of her.

"Remove your boxers and ask nicely." Her tone was seductive, incisive, and commanding at the same time. His boxers were gone quickly, his wide cock bouncing out and back up to his stomach. He was big; the girth alone would be more than I could handle. Neither asked me, and even if they did, I wouldn't be able to find my voice.

Nate got on his knees, his hands rubbing up and down my legs, teasing my delicate center. The charge between the two of them stimulated me. I watched him, though his gaze was focused on Mistress, not me. Nate's thumbs pulled my pussy lips aside, his breath cooling my cunt down. I wanted to express my needs, to cry out and beg, but the control she held kept me quiet.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, his tongue licked my back hole, sluggishly making its way to my nub. My head went back, a coo leaving my mouth. His tongue was thick, yet soft and yielding. He took his time, teasing me, building me up, but slacking off before I could climax.

"Please." I finally begged, the words running out in a whisper. Mistress chuckled, her lips gently kissing my shoulders and my neck.

"Patience, love, patience." I gave her better access, her lips feeling good running along my body, her teeth nipping me. My eyes were closed, my awareness of them both taking control of me. Then, Nate added a finger inside me, rubbing circles, staying away from my spot.

"Oh," I sobbed. Another finger mixed with the first, then another. Between Nate's tongue and fingers and Mistress' mouth and teeth, I would be a goner in no time. My breathing picked up, my chest heaving, my pants erratic.

"Enough!" Mistress boomed. Nate's fingers stopped, his mouth moving off of me. I whimpered out, missing the contact. "Put her out of her misery, slave." Nate's fingers ripped out of me, and standing up, condom on his thick cock, he entered me swiftly.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" I cried out. Nate drilled me, his cock punishing my pussy. I was dripping, my juices flowing out, my climax impending. I wanted to move with him, to meet his thrust, but I couldn't move.

"Don't make her cum yet, slave." Mistress sneered. Her fingers moved down my back, then back up, moving to my mouth. "Suck them, love." The demand, ripe and raw, had my mouth opening in anticipation. She put two into my mouth, my lips closing around them, sucking and licking. My saliva dripped on them, wetting them, so when she pulled them out, my saliva was dripping onto my chin.

Her fingers went to my ass, and with lightning speed, they were in there, up to the third knuckle. They worked in tandem, in and out, heating my body. "Don't come until I give you permission." Her breath in my ear, demanding me. I wanted to do as ordered, to please her, to make her happy. My body was hers and Nate's to do with as they commanded. As they wanted.

Her other hand found my clit, her soft fingers expertly playing with it. "You are so close, love. I can feel the changes; I can feel the need running through you. I feel your body and what it wants from me."

"Yes," my barely spoken words said. "Anything for you, Mistress." Her hand moved, her fingers pumping harder into my virgin ass, Nate's cock mimicking her movements. Then the unexpected happened. Mistress smacked my clit, her bare hand hitting the right spot.

"Come now, love," her order barely registered in my mind, but my body was ready. I screamed, squeezing Nate's cock and pumping my body on her hand and his cock. It went on and on, one climax becoming two. My body wasn't my own; it belonged to the couple taking me to new heights.

"Enough, slave. You haven't earned the right to spill into her. Not yet." She snickered, her control over him even more dominant than the one over me. He pulled out, my orgasm splashing along his body, the rest running down the both of us. "How does she taste, slave?"

His smile shined bright, his fingers swirling around my pussy, collecting my juices. He took the same two fingers, offering them to Mistress. She sucked his fingers, practically making love to them. Her mouth popped off, their smiles matching each other's.

"Take her down, slave, and take her to the bed. Lay her down and tie her up." It felt good to get off the cross; the bedsheets were silk and soft. The freshness of the bed and the silky sheets helped cool me down. He cuffed my wrists to the bed with thick black cuffs. They were furry and felt better than the rope from the cross. Along my legs, he added a spreader bar, leaving my legs free, but not by much.

Mistress walked over, handing Nate something black, something I couldn't tell what it was. He attached it to her, removing her bra and panties. When she turned to me, I realized it was a strap-on. The phallus was long, at least 9 inches, and thick, but not as thick as Nate. Her naked form, still fucking hot, was a bigger turn-on with the strap-on.

She got onto the bed, her small frame lying on mine. Our tits crushed together, the phallus between my still wet legs, her lips collapsed against mine, her tongue ponderously sucking on mine. I had never been with a female, but Mistress had me desiring her. Wanting to climb into her web and stay there. Our hands touched each other, outlining the curves of each other.

Her body was warm and soft, the invisible web holding me closer and closer, waiting for her to strike. Nate lay next to us, his hands rubbing lube along the strap-on, even though my body possessed enough for her to slide in. He moved, pulling up on the spreader bar, my legs going right along with it. The bar indeed parted my legs, and she leaned on and pushed into me slowly. Mistress undid my hands, wanting them on her body.

"Fuck, Mistress," my voice delicate and hushed, enough to make her smile at me. Her hands played with my chest and lovingly massaged my tits while she played a slow, merciful game. I rubbed her back, my hands splayed along her ass, her round cheeks tender. I wanted to force her closer, force her to take me hard. Mistress dictated our movements, knowing how the night would play out. Her way.

"How do you feel, love?" She asked, her blue eyes twinkling. "Tell me what you want, love."

"More," I breathed, "more." Taking my hint, Mistress picked up her pace, fucking me deeper. Our breathing matched, our thrusts meeting each other's. It was hot, a sexy woman, a woman who knew what she wanted and took it, fucking me like I was the love of her life.

"Cum for me, love," her voice desirable, making me obey her wishes. I came hard, our mouths mating, Mistress taking me, not stopping, fucking me through my orgasm. I hadn't felt her fluids, and I was in dire need to make her follow me. I pulled her ass cheeks apart, bringing her pelvis harder into me. I felt her smile, her tongue running along my bottom lip, and her teeth nipping me.

"Are you ready for me, love? Ready for me to mark you and make you mine?"

"Please, Mistress. Please," she had me begging, begging for everything. Mistress came, hard, bringing me to another orgasm, our juices mingling together. We rode it out together, our lips still together, our hands still mating, even when our bodies stopped.

"You are fabulous, love. I can't get enough of you." I smiled at Mistress, elated with how I pleased her. Nate joined us after placing the bar back down. His lips went to mine, his kiss just as passionate as Mistress's. We lay there, our lips everywhere, our hands on each other's, just overjoyed with our evening.

My legs were taken out of the bar, and Mistress had him lay me over the table. My stomach was lying across the black velvet cloth that lined the table. Nate ran rope up my arms from the wrist and then did the same thing with my legs. "Play with her, slave. Get her hot and bothered, but don't let her cum."

"Yes, Mistress." Nate's strong voice boomed out, his hands along my ass cheeks. I could hear Mistress back into her drawers, but I couldn't concentrate on sounds, not when Nate pulled my ass apart, his tongue rimming my back hole. He got me wet, his tongue dipping in, running it along my ass walls. It was foreign, but not in a dirty way. My body was responding to him, my pussy wetter, my body quivering with lust.

His mouth moved off me, and I moaned out my frustration. But a finger entered into me, stretching my ass. He spit, the sound reverberating off the walls. My ass was dripping, his spit sliding down, but with his finger, some went inside me. Another finger went in, not hard, but the stretch was a lot. More spit was added, then a third finger.

"Fuck me," I spoke up, my voice jubilant. Mistress walked over, her smell, cinnamon and vanilla, hitting my nose before I saw her. The strap-on was gone, and in her hand was a belt and a few small toys. I felt the first one, cold and metallic. She attached it to my clit, fastening it along my back. It clicked on with a tiny hum and movement, making my body shiver. Nate's fingers removed, leaving me unfilled.

"Noooo." I cried out, missing the feeling.

"Shhhh, love." Mistress reassured me. Then I heard a whoosh, then felt the belt along my ass.

"Ffuucckk!" I screamed. Mistress came around the table, her face close to mine, and she smiled. Then the belt hit again and again over both cheeks, burning my ass. She showed me the clicker, moving it up another notch as Nate spanked me along my ass and thighs. The pain was more intense than the crop; my ass was on fire.

Mistress moved again, out of my view, and Nate stopped the belt. I heard the lube squirting; I didn't know where before coldness hit my ass again. Something was pushed into my back hole, my body tensing up.

"Relax, love. It's easier if you don't fight it." I tried; I really did. I took deep breaths, holding them for a few seconds, then letting them out. The toy was pushed in again, and I relaxed my muscles, allowing her to go further. She moved back to face me, this time showing another clicker. She pressed that button, and whatever was in my ass moved. The two toys vibrated along my zealous body, and when Nate belted me again, I screamed.

"I can't, please... I can't anymore." My voice was louder than the buzzing, louder than the whoosh of the belt.

"You can and will, love. Your body can take more, and I will show you." Mistress said, her eyes peering into me. She clicked them both higher, the buzzing getting louder. "Show me more, love. Show me all of you." I was crying by this time. I cried out, tears sloppily falling down as I cried with my orgasm. She didn't stop the toys, but Nate did stop belting me.

The toy was forcibly removed out of my ass and replaced with Nate's cock. My screams took over, my body shuddering, squeezing closed. It didn't work; Nate's cock was fully inside me, his pelvis rocking into me as his balls hit my swollen pussy. I came again, my essence a puddle around my feet.

"Take her hard, slave." Nate was ordered. He obeyed, not questioning her, just doing as he was told. He held my cheeks apart, his thick cock tearing into me. "I want to see you spew in her, slave. I want to see your seed spilling out her ass." Her words spurred him on, making him go deeper and even faster.

My screams echoed with the sounds of skin-on-skin and the grunts of Nate, flung together, making a sweet sound. I could sense his impending release, and he bumped into me, hard enough that the table was moving.

"I'm coming, Mistress," he yelled. "Fuck, I'm cumming." He did, deep into my ass. She left me, moving towards the back of me, towards Nate. My cheeks were pulled farther apart, and Nate pulled out inch by inch, a slow process.

"Fuck, love. I wish you could see your asshole." Mistress said. She sounded turned on; like the vision of my stretched hole, the view of him leisurely pulling out, and his seed coming out with him made her horny. Her bare hand, soft yet firm, slapped my ass, her eyes watching the jiggle.

"I need something, slave. I need you to take her to the bed and tie her hands along the hooks." He did, carrying me gently as he sat me on the bed, taking my arms up and chaining them from the hooks on the top of the bed. I wasn't sitting on the bed, my thighs barely touching the cold sheets. My juices are running out, and the toy is still vibrating. "Take the toy off of her."

He did, my body calming down, the flames not as volatile. Mistress walked over, her hands touching Nate's cock, bringing it back to life. "Get on the bed and fuck her. No condom." Her new order needed no more prompting as Nate came over to me, laying his body underneath me, his hands on my hips as he pulled me down his shaft.

"That's so fucking sexy," Mistress spoke up. "Take your time with her, slave. The more orgasms you bring her, the better your reward." He smiled at her, his hands using my hips to run along his cock. My pussy quivered, my swollen lips hugged his cock, and my cries were a distant sound. Mistress climbed on top of Nate, her face towards mine, her pussy on his mouth. She leaned in, taking my face and kissing me with a flourish. h.

I could feel her body trembling in her kiss. What she felt poured out, pouring into me. We three took our time, Nate slowly bringing my peak up, his mouth devouring Mistress' pussy. It was electrifying, our bodies and our motions heightening each other. She moved her mouth barely away, her tongue sneaking out and lightly rubbing my lips.

"Come for me, love." That's all it took, her words, her silent pleas, and I cried out, pleasure radiating through me. Mistress followed, her body shuddered, and her cunt ravaged Nate's face. I came again, my body trying its hardest to slam along Nate's cock, to take anything, something, everything.

Nate did the slamming, his eyes finding his mistress' face, and his mouth opening, saying, "I'm cumming, Mistress." He did. His seed jutted inside my inflamed cunt. He spasmed more and more, his seed still shooting in me. His hands fell to his side, his eyes closed, and Mistress let me down.

My body fell on top of him. I felt her hand rubbing my back, her lips kissing me along my bare back. I couldn't move. I didn't want to move. However, Nate rolled over, laying me on my back, his lips taking mine.

"I enjoyed tonight, love. Thank you." I smiled, my eyes not opening. I felt something around my body, silky and soft, enveloping me. Arms picked me up, carrying me to I don't know where. I heard doors open and close and faint sounds of the outside world. More doors, then a bed. My eyes wouldn't open, and when my head touched the pillow, my last thoughts were about Mistress.