A little over a week after I returned from my escapades at Rob and John's house party, I received a phone call from Amy. She is keen on going back to the sex shop to explore the equipment further! Her flatmate, Gaby, is also interested in coming along. Having suggested going back at some point, I readily agree, and we arrange for me to stay with them in a few weeks. I'll arrive on Wednesday and stay for two or three nights.

Arriving shortly after seven o'clock Wednesday evening, I'm treated to an excellent meal cooked by Gaby.

"What is it you are looking for at the shop tomorrow?" I ask as we settle down in the lounge.

"I don't know. I must admit, I was very intrigued by the table. It seemed to have endless possibilities," Amy giggled. "I think it is just curiosity."

"I've dabbled with a bit of bondage and spanking with a girlfriend and enjoyed it. So I think, like Amy, it's just curiosity to see what is possible," Gaby added.

Ah, so Gaby is a lesbian, I think to myself. Amy's bi, as am I. However, my girl-on-girl experience is limited and has usually been accidental.

"Talking of curiosity," Gaby says as she pulls me from the chair. "I think it's about time we got better acquainted."

"We'd like some fun tonight, just like you have with the boys," Amy murmurs sultrily as she and Gaby start undressing me. "I'm sure you have no objections."

No, none from me, and they quickly have me naked.

I help them take off their clothes. I have seen Amy naked before; she is lovely. Gaby, however, is a revelation! She's beautiful when dressed, but sensational when naked! She has perfectly proportioned, toned, muscular arms and legs and a washboard stomach. Displaying a glorious thatch of golden pubescent hair adds mystery to her desirability.

She can do whatever she wants to me!

"It's rude to stare," Gaby admonishes as she turns on the spot to display all her features. "Do you like what you see?"

"Oh, yes. I do," I stammer just before Amy plants her lips on mine.

Five minutes of gentle foreplay later, Gaby is sitting on my face, wetting it with her sweet-smelling pussy. Her lips drag over my nose and stop over my mouth. I suck at them greedily, just as Amy is doing to mine, then licking and lapping at her open hole and poking my tongue in as far as possible, wiggling it around and taking it out, nibbling at her lips again. Amy is nipping and licking at my clitoris, bringing me quickly to climax. My muffled groan is lost in the folds of Gaby's pussy. Amy produces the rabbit and strap-on cock that we bartered for during our visit to the sex shop.

"I've told Gaby the story behind these," Amy spouts.

"So naughty, I can't wait to see them in action," Gaby exclaims.

Amy quickly obliges. Gaby is still on my face as she reaches for my legs and pulls them up and open.

"Is that better for you?" Gaby asks Amy.

"Perfect, just keep her still when the going gets tough," Amy replies eagerly.

Amy sets the Rabbit to a deep bass rumble and runs it along my open slit and up to my clitoris, which is already poking its head out from under its hood. I twitch and moan as the deep vibrations rumble through me. Teasing at my sensitive nub before returning along my slit to rest at the entrance to my inner sanctum, I can almost feel my labia vibrating against the plastic invader. Amy pours lubricant over my slit. I think it runs from my clit to my entrance, coating the Rabbit and me. Amy thrusts it into me in one swift motion, pushing it so deep it touches my cervix, making me jerk and yelp in surprise. The ears, though, do the damage as Amy changes the Rabbit into a high-pitched squeal and holds it in place. My clitoris immediately ignites with pleasure, my cervix is unsure if it's pleasure or pain, but it is subservient to what is buzzing through my nub.

I am about to orgasm when Amy draws the Rabbit out of me, leaving me gasping and desperate for release.

"Not yet," Amy teases as she slides the Rabbit back and forth, barely entering my body, simply teasing at the nerve-encrusted first inch of my sex.

Gaby's pussy, so sweet-smelling, so soft, and so close, is a distraction I can do nothing with.

Amy adjusts the Rabbit to a mid setting, slower but not a bass rumble, and begins to fuck me gently with it. In, out, the ears touch my clitoris on every stroke, teasing and tormenting it and teasing and tormenting me.

"Let me try," Gaby states as she slips off me, releasing my legs, which flop down onto the bed, subtly changing the angle at which the Rabbit enters me, and it runs over my G-spot. Amy realises what has happened, and she tells Gaby to hold the Rabbit in place as they swap over. Amy now sits on my face, not heavily, I can breathe, leans forward and holds my hips down.

Gaby turns up the volume and finds my G-spot with ease. I don't stand a chance as it and my nub are incessantly excited by the invading plastic toy. Toy! It's being used like a weapon. My orgasm explodes through my body. Poor little Amy had no chance of holding my hips down as I bucked wildly. Gaby managed to keep the Rabbit in play for a short while, until my wild bucking forced it out of my desperate vagina.

I lie panting and sweaty on the bed, gathering my wits, with Amy lying calmly beside me and wiping my face gently. Opening my eyes and gently sitting up, I see the Rabbit lying idly on the bed. I grab it, push my body between Amy's legs and plunge the unlubed Rabbit inside her. She screams in surprise and probably pain. That was a cruel thing to do. However, I don't care, but I do grab the can of lube from the bedside table and dribble some over the Rabbit as I pull it out of her. Much better, it slides easily now, and I play with all the settings as I slowly fuck Amy.

I'd forgotten about Gaby, but I was soon reminded as I felt the bed move behind me as I knelt between Amy's spread legs. Gaby thrust the plastic prick that we also obtained during the barter session straight up my gaping pussy, making me gasp in surprise and almost pulling the Rabbit out of Amy. She had lubed it!

Gaby is a big, powerful girl, and she rode me like a train, every thrust tapped against my cervix, making my body rock back and forth; the prick is not long enough to smash into it, thankfully. Somehow, I managed to keep control of the Rabbit and continued to torment Amy. Eventually pushing her into a screaming, bucking orgasm. Gaby continued thrusting into me as Amy crawled off the bed, and I buried my head into it, arching my back and unexpectedly stopping me from rocking to and fro. Gaby's thrusts now thud into my cervix, making me squeal in discomfort and pain. She feels nothing. Scrunching the sheets in my hands and biting into them does nothing to reduce the pleasure now flooding my senses, and I succumb to another noisy, thrashing orgasm.

The next few hours are a whirl of tease, tempt, torment and pleasure. Both the girls use me for their own desires, just as the boys do. Using me as their sex toy. Try as I might, I have little luck getting much out of them, and I notice they do not play together. That's odd!

"I need a pee, desperately," Amy wails as she rolls off the bed and sprints to the bathroom.

That ends our fun, as Gaby and I also need some relief and sleep.

After we have all refreshed ourselves, sleeping arrangements are decided. I am sleeping with Gaby. There are only two beds, and I have to share with someone, so why not my newest lover?

"Why were you two only playing with me and not with each other?" I ask Gaby as we lie snuggled in her bed.

"Ugh, that would be gross. Amy and I have known each other since we were three; we are more like sisters. I hope you're not complaining!" Gaby states.

"Not at all; I like being used," I whisper.

"So Amy has said. The boys see you as a sex toy. Always available and never saying no to anything. I can see their point," Gaby grins.

I drift off to sleep with that thought running through my mind. Sex toy, never saying no, always agreeing to anything. That sums up my life: I had always agreed to Ken's and my client's requests, not to mention those made while dogging or swinging. I have never said no. I don't think I can or ever will. The consequences of saying yes are too pleasurable to give up.

We're up late, and it's past midday before we set off for Nottingham and the sex shop; we take my car.

"Is this what I think it is?" Gaby says from beside me as we drive off. "An RS3."

"It's an A3, silly, not RS3," pipes up Amy from the back seat. "What's an RS3, anyway?"

"You're both right," I confirm to Amy's evident confusion.

Ten minutes later, I floor the accelerator on a clear stretch of road. Amy, in the back seat, screams. Gaby grins in appreciation as I reach over one hundred miles per hour before backing off and calming things down.

"Don't ever do that again!" splutters Amy.

"That's your answer to what an RS3 is. Meet by only vice, speed. This is the sporting version of the A3. Four hundred brake horsepower, chipped and de-restricted and capable of over one hundred seventy miles per hour," I explain to Amy. "I think you knew that, Gaby."

"Yeah, I'm a bit of a petrolhead. But without the money to get anything like this," Gaby bemoans. "Do it again."

"Don't you fucking dare," Amy screams.

So I don't. But we do make good time to Nottingham!

Walking into the shop, we see the old guy we saw before looking up from the counter, where he is reading something. Stares for a minute or two before speaking.

"You're those two tarts from the other week. You got some freebies off of me."

"Hardly free, I had to work hard for them," I counter.

"Yeah, nice work if you can get it," the old guy retorts.

"I'm Malcolm, and you two, no, three ladies are?" Malcolm queries.

"Sharon, Amy, and Gaby," I point to each of us in turn. "You mentioned your backroom was set up with some interesting equipment. If you have time to show us, we'd be interested in looking."

"No problem. I'll call Greg down. He's my partner. You've met him, too," Malcom agrees.

"Greg, watch the shop while I show these three ladies the back room," Malcolm tells Greg as Greg walks into the shop.

Greg grinned and nodded his head.

Gaby and Amy walk around the room in awe at the array of equipment on display while I look on knowingly. There are ceiling hangers with spreader bars for arms and legs, sex swings, fucking machines, a variety of whips and paddles, vibrators of all shapes and sizes, a crucifix, and, of course, the table that so interested Amy the last time we were here. This one appears to be the deluxe version, featuring an assortment of extras and additional uses that draw the girl's attention.

Amy runs her hands over it in appreciation and wonder.

"Hop on, and I'll give you a demonstration," Malcolm said.

Amy immediately backed away and looked at Gaby, who shook her head, and then at me with her pleading puppy dog eyes.

I slip myself onto the table, and Malcolm grins.

"I might have guessed you would be up for it."

Malcolm positions me correctly on the table, then lifts my arms over my head; I feel my crop top slip over my breasts as he pulls my arms out straight and fastens them to the top of the table.

Walking down the side of the table, Malcolm stops at my chest and tucks my top under my chin.

"Nice tits," he comments. "I didn't see them last time."

Continuing to the bottom of the table, Malcolm secures my ankles, then pushes my skirt up and around my waist before slipping a strap around my waist.

"That's the basic restraint for your subject. The subject can't move, but you have limited access to the body," Malcolm comments.

Picking up a whip, he demonstrates the available areas.

"The tits are accessible," and he gently swipes the whip around my globes, then down my stomach. "And the tummy, the down to their pubic mound," his whip taps my mound over my knickers. "Of course, this is only a starting point."

I hear a clicking noise as he releases some catches and opens the table's base. It spreads my legs to about 45 degrees.

"This gives better access, better still, without knickers," Malcom laughs as he runs his whip along my slit and down my inner thighs. "You can get to her cunt, inner, outer, and upper thighs, and not forgetting the soles of her feet." He whips quite firmly, making me jump, although I can't, as I am firmly secured.

A rustling noise attracts my attention. I look around to see Amy rooting through her handbag, pulling out a pair of scissors. Grinning as she approaches me, she deftly cuts each side of my knickers and pulls the remnants out from under me.

"Is that better?" she asks Malcolm, who leers in response.

Gaby steps into view and points her phone at my exposed maw. Is she filming me?

"As I was saying," Malcolm continues, stroking my open hole with his whip. "Better without knickers."

"How wide can the table spread?" Amy asks.

"Ninety degrees on each side." And he opens it up to its full extent.

"However, it can get uncomfortable and does restrict the other features," Malcolm explained as he brought my legs back to a more comfortable position.

"Like this, we can lift the legs straight up, too," he said, then proceeded to do so.

"You now have almost complete access to her body." Demonstrating with his whip.

"Buttocks, cunt, back of the thighs now, as well as inner, upper, and outer. Not forgetting your subject's tits and stomach," Malcolm calmly walked around the table, demonstrating by gently tapping all areas.

"Except the soles of her feet. For those, we use these braces," Malcolm explained.

He releases my ankle straps, one at a time, and folds the slats supporting my legs aside. He then places a right-angled brace behind my knee and secures it. A strap attached to the brace is pulled to the side of the table and secured, holding my leg firmly in place. He does the same with the other leg.

"Now that gives the ultimate access to torment or tease any part of her body. Help yourself to the toys and have a quick go," Malcolm invites.

Amy is beside herself with joy and soon uses a paddle on me—firmly but not so much as to hurt me. She is having great fun.

"Could these be used too?" Gaby asks, holding up some clamps.

"Yes," Malcolm answers. "But we have to add a cradle to the table. Do you want me to?"

What a stupid question! Gaby and Amy both nod in agreement.

A frame soon slips into place: two upright poles with a crossbar at the top.

Malcolm takes the clamps from Gaby and fixes them to the crossbar.

"I like these," Malcolm explains. "They are elasticated and adjustable." He stretches them to demonstrate and then clamps them to my nipples.

They pull tightly, making me wince.

"And if you do this--" He twangs the elastic. "It sets up a vibration, which I am told is very different."

He's not wrong; it's like a vibrator is stretching and nipping at my nipples.

"That's only two; where does the third one go?" Gaby asks.

"Just here."

Malcolm expertly pulls back the hood that is hiding my clitoris and attaches the final clamp to it—twanging this one as well, sending exquisite pain through my sensitive nub.

"And one last trick this table has is this," Malcolm calmly continued as he released my wrists and reattached them to the sides of the table. Then, he slipped a strap over my forehead and pulled a catch, letting my head drop back at nearly ninety degrees.

I hear the door open, and Malcolm says, "You can look, but no touching." With my head held back, I can't see much; however, I catch sight of two or three men circling the table.

"They can have a little fondle for free, if they like," I said, surprising everyone, including myself.

Standing with his crotch in my face, Malcolm continues with his demonstration. "And this opens up her mouth for further possibilities."

Malcolm steps away, and someone, or several someones, start fondling my breasts and twanging the elasticated clamps, which soon slip off my nipples with a painful wrench.

"Look at her cunt, it's open and slick with juice," Gaby trills before sliding two fingers inside me, instantly finding my G-spot, which she proceeds to massage and tease expertly. Sliding her fingers in and out of my slippery canal, running them over my G-spot and ignoring it on her next exploration of my depths. Two fingers, then three, stretching my canal wider, then four plunder my depths; only her thumb is outside my body.

Amy, not to be left out, removes the clamp from my clitoris, which in itself sends shivers through me, and rubs her thumb over it sensually. Left to right, squeeze it between two fingers, stroke it again. Her lips next suck down on my sensitive nub, nipping it with her teeth, gently but painfully stretching it before playing her tongue over it.

I groan in pleasure, all my most erotic areas are being played with and pleasured. I want to hump my hips in rhythm with the pleasure rolling through them, but am too well restrained, which adds to the frustration.

Gaby, Amy, and the men are playing my body like an instrument, teasing, tormenting, bringing me to the point of orgasm before backing off and letting me suffer longer. The expectation gets too much for me.

"Fuck me, or forget me. Stop messing about and get a fucking cock up my cunt you bastards," I nearly scream.

"You heard her, guys," says Gaby as she removes her fingers from my body.

Moments later, a cock replaces Gaby's fingers and plunders my depths.

"Oh, yes. Fuck me, you bastard," I screech.

He does. Hard and fast, thrusting deep, his balls smacking against my arse, adding a rhythmic slap slap. He's bringing me to my climax when he suddenly pulls out and sprays his juices over my body and skirt.

"Fuck you. I need more. Get more cock in me," I scream in desperation.

Four, five, six strokes are all it takes to push me into a screaming, bucking, if I could, orgasm. I am shaking all over as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure rolls through my body. This cock fires its load inside me. Lovely.

"More, more. Keep me cumming," I order anybody listening.

They do, three, four, five more cocks, I'm not counting, send me into a maelstrom of delight. My body is on a different plane, floating in a sea of excess, the like of which I have forgotten about; it has been so long since anything like this has engulfed me, and it's heaven. I close my mind and let my body enjoy the moment as cock after cock has its way with me, all of them filling me with their warm, welcome juices.

Fingers enter my cock-free hole, two, three, four slipping inside easily and straining against my muscular entrance. In and out, twisting about and stretching my opening. All the way out and back in a spear shape, the thumb has joined the party, straining and stretching at my defences. The hand, as that is what it is, rotates and stretches me from top to bottom and side to side. Wheedling its way ever deeper until, with a plop, it slips inside. My strained muscles immediately clamp around the wrist even as that passes into me.

"Go, Amy," Gaby trills.

The hand pushes ever deeper, deeper than anything living has ever done; the fingertips play around my cervix in a surprisingly pleasurable manner. All previous cervical contact has been with plastic toys, which were not so pleasant. I moan in surprise and pleasure.

Then Amy starts pumping back and forth, her fingers have clenched into a fist, stretching and slipping over my inner walls, teasing at my G-spot and gently tapping my cervix, igniting a pleasure I never knew existed.

The room has gone quiet.

Amy continues her assault on my inner sanctum, pumping up and down relentlessly. Then she unclenches her fist and withdraws her hand, well, nearly. Amy slips her hand halfway into my entrance, holding it in place and rotating it, stretching and relaxing my outer defences. Two, three times she does this: in, out, rotate, stretch, before she clenches her fist and draws it back out. Amy's fist is a surprising amount bigger than her open hand, and it stretches me ever wider. Two or three times, Amy pulls her fist partially out of me. On the fourth stroke, just as I am getting used to it, Amy pulls her fist right out of me, and immediately punches it back through my defences, making me gasp in shock and pain. And again, out, punch back in, and again. The third time she punches deep inside me, her knuckles slamming against my cervix, sending a shock of pain through it.

Amy unclenches her fingers and massages my cervix as she has done before. The contrast from pain to pleasure is incredible, and I am soon writhing, or would have been if I could move, and moaning in ecstasy as the deepest orgasm I have ever experienced rumbles through me.

Amy's finished. She pulled her fist out of me in one final flourish as the room erupted in noise.

"Out," Malcolm shouts above the racket, "the show's over."

Grumbles of resistance are soon silenced when a deep, menacing voice rumbles. "You heard the boss."

I must have passed out, or at least shut my mind off, as the next thing I know, I am being sat up on the table, my legs swinging over the edge, and someone is wiping the perspiration out of my eyes and off my face.

"Drink," I mumble.

A glass is quickly put in my hand, and I gulp down a very fine whisky. If I'd known, I would have been more careful. As it is, it brings me back to my senses very quickly.

Holding out the glass, "More," I say.

"That seems to be your favourite word," Malcolm comments as he refills my glass, which I drain nearly as quickly as the first.

Amy and Gaby are very quiet. They both look, and no doubt feel, a little embarrassed.

"Shall we buy one?" I say, indicating the table. They both relax and giggle shyly.

"Why buy, when you can use this one anytime? Just let me know, and we can both earn nicely out of it." Malcolm calmly says.

"Earn?" I question.

"Why not? You said the guys could fondle you for free. So I charged them for fucking you," Malcolm casually says. "Fifty quid a pop, you can have half. One hundred and fifty quid for today."

Amy takes the cash from Malcolm and puts it in her purse.

"Ah, lest your managers take." Malcolm grins. "If I'd known about the performance at the end, it would be fifty quid more, guys like a show like that," he added.

I let Gaby drive us home; two whiskies mean I can't drive, so I can muse on what has happened. Do I want to turn pro again? Probably not. However, the big question is Amy's fist.

Did I enjoy it? Did I not? Was it painful or pleasurable? Michael's words of warning echo in my head: chasing pain or pleasure can be a slippery path. Do I want to experience the feeling again? Do I want Gaby, with her larger hands, to do it? That's the question that sends a shudder down my spine.