Sexy Labor Day (Part 6)

Continued from Sexy Labor Day (Part 5)

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The barn was dark but enough light poured in to the two dusty windows that I knew my body was well lit as I draped over the wooden spanking bench.

King and Prince added convenient padding in important areas and, as I got settled, I was surprised that the bench is extremely comfortable.

As I extended my thoughts verbally to King, hoping he’d appreciate the complement, he said, “Shut up, Sadey. I know what we make is well-made. I’m glad you like it. But shut up.”

I swallowed and clamped my mouth shut, not used to being treated like a submissive by King. N and I have a variety of friends who are either hetero-flexible, bi, or gay – and King is gay. Gay to the degree that, during one costume party I was at he smirked at my maid outfit and said, “It would look hot. If it were on a guy.”

My mind raced as I processed this. Had he ever hit a woman before? I’d seen him beat Prince on a few occasions and I did not want him to treat my ass the same way he treated his male slave.

I yelped loudly when I heard King yank his belt out from his pants and looked back at him with fear. “Your belt, King? Really?” I said.

“Sadey, SHUT UP!” he said. He was grinning and I heard N laughing too. I relaxed. This was more for fun than anything else. I caught a glimpse of Prince’s expression, though, and he looked scared.

Really scared.

I realized he was fearing his impending beating more than being afraid for my welfare.

King gave me light to firm smacks with his belt while he pointed out the various features of his hand-crafted spanking bench. He placed my hands on the handles below my torso and at level with my torso. He waved N over to show him how to adjust both my knees and my chest to make my ass have varying degrees of tautness. I blushed as he demonstrated how to separate my knees to an uncomfortable degree and I knew everyone there could see my pussy. I stared forward, not wanting to count how many of our guests had migrated to watch this display. From the voices and laughter, my sad guess was that all of my friends were watching.

“If you want to bind her, this metal here is secured tight,” King was saying to N as they both examined the bench together.

I ignored them and tried to ignore the fact that my legs were spread. I carefully dared to look behind me and saw that, indeed, everyone in the entire group had gathered to watch this spectacle. Groaning loudly I turned back around.

I felt him beside me before I heard his voice. Stewart.

“Sadey, don’t you want to use your coupon now? Your pussy is so wet, we can all tell. And it’s very accessible.”

Stewart wanted me to use Amy’s services to lick my cunt until I came. I was caught in between my sub-side of wanting to please Stewart and my domme-ideas of having Amy lick my cunt in a place where I could use my hands to shove her face into my pussy or dictate the position she should have.

I thought for awhile before nodding. “OK.”

“Tell her,” he said. He motioned to Amy and she crawled over.

“Amy,” I said, “did you see how wet my pussy is?”

She nodded.

“Do you want to lick me until I cum?”

Again, she nodded.

“In front of everyone?”


“Lick my cunt, Amy,” I said.

Her hands gently gripped my legs as she crouched behind me. She moved slowly, purposefully. I’d only been eaten once before by another woman and my heart was beating hard as she centered her attention on my trembling pussy.

It was a weird combination of nervousness and excitement. Not to mention being fully exposed to ten of my friends. I closed my mind and tried to block out the audience while Amy began to lick.

She was good, and I was very horny. Before long her attention to my clit started really working and I was getting close to cumming. N came up to stand beside me. He stroked my hair and I looked up at him.

“Let me,” I whispered, licking my lips.

N is very smart and knew exactly what I meant. He unzipped his khakis and pulled out his dick. He was only semi-hard and I looked up at him quizzically.

“How are you not totally hard, watching this?” I asked.

He laughed. “Shut up and suck.”

I took him in my mouth and felt him grow. I love the feeling of him getting hard inside of me. Amy was still working hard and I was too, both on sucking N’s cock and trying to delay my orgasm so I could cum with him.

I took a break to tell Amy that and she replied, “It’s OK, I’m having fun.”

I giggled. Now I barely cared who was watching. My world was just Amy and N. Until I heard Syd say, “Stewart, you should fuck Amy. Then the picture would be complete.”

I laughed out loud and was having fun. Amy moaned against my pussy and I knew Stewart had gladly taken Syd’s advice. She was licking harder and fuck, I was so close.

“Please fuck me, N,” I said. I needed him to fuck my mouth. For some reason when N is forceful with his cock in my face it puts me into an incredibly submissive state of mind.

He didn’t need me to ask twice and in an instant his cock was slamming into my mouth. He had his hands in my hair and I just tried to relax while he fucked my face.

I guessed Amy had three fingers in my pussy and her lips were kissing, nibbling, and licking my clit. All at once her gift to me – the coupons that would allow me to feel her again and again – plus the spanking bench, plus the butt plug, plus the face-fucking – all of this coursed through me and I came hard, screaming around N’s cock.

My screams pushed N to orgasm and he came in my mouth.

Sweating over the spanking bench, cum dripping out of my mouth, I smiled. This Labor Day was going down in history.

… continued at Sexy Labor Day (Part 7)


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