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Creampie Bondage

  

  

I shifted in my seat, very uncomfortable with the looks Madam Snake was giving me. I wanted to glance over to Shawna, my wife, but I was too chicken.

 

"I warn you," she was saying, "that getting what you ask for is painful." She gave us a tight smile, indicating that the thought of making things painful for us was pleasant to her. "These are forms asking you to list what two things you would like me to consider as activities when we meet next week." She slid the forms to the opposite corners of her desk, so that Shawna and I couldn't peek at each other's.

 

On mine I wrote, "I am interested in being restrained", then paused. I had a fantasy involving watching my wife with another man, but I wasn't sure I wanted to see it really come true. I felt my dick get hard, and went ahead and wrote "I would like to watch my wife with someone else". There was another part of the form where I was to indicate things I would refuse to do, and there I wrote "serious pain or cutting." Then I signed it where it indicated, and slid it back to her.

 

I was done before Shawna and Madam Snake picked mine up to glance at it while we waited. I tried not to stare at her, but I had trouble not doing just that. For one thing, I was scared of her reaction. For another I found her exquisite. Her body was nice, as her "clothing" revealed. But her head did me in. She had unnaturally black hair, formed into a severe helmet style with bangs, which never seemed to be at all mussed. It framed her face, accentuating the bright red lipstick she wore. When I looked at her long enough, I couldn't help but envision her head swaying back and forth as she swallowed my cock. Of course, I had no chance of that ever happening, and daydreaming was dangerous.

 

Shawna finished her essay (she seemed to write forever!), and slid it across to Madam Snake. Madam Smake's reaction was completely neutral when she read mine, but she broke into an vicious smile when she read Shawna's. Both Shawna and I squirmed at that. Her eyes lifted to Shawna's, and her voice carried a warning when she asked, "Are you quite sure? I won't ask again."

 

Shawna gulped. "Y-yes," she said.

 

"OK then," Madam Snake replied. She stood, and we did too. "I require the money for next weekend up front?" I pulled the check for $500 from my pocket, and handed it to her. "Excellent," she said, "I shall see you at 6:30 am next Saturday. Good day."

 

Upon leaving the building, a warehouse converted into a disco and sexclub, I blurted out, "did she say SIX thirty A.M.?!"

 

"Shut up!" Shawna said, taking my hand and pulling me urgently to the car. "You've GOT to fuck me now!" She unlocked the car doors remotely as we hurried to it, then swung open the back door of the Excursion. She hopped up onto the seat, pulling up her skirt and revealing her pantylessness. "C'mon Clem, fuck me!"

 

I had never ever known her to be this bold, wanting to be fucked in our car, in broad daylight. But I too was horny enough to not care. I pulled down my dungarees and pushed my erection into her. She was soaking wet, and part of my brain knew we'd have to have the vehicle cleaned because she was ruining the seats. She came in about a minute, totalling the upholstery. I grunted immediately afterwards, filling her with shot after wonderful shot of semen. Start to finish, it had taken about two minutes.

 

Problem was, she didn't want it finished just yet. "Eat me," she begged as I milked the last of the cum from my cock before stuffing myself back into my pants. "Clean my cummy pussy," she panted.

 

"You know I think that's nasty," I said. I glanced at her flowing hole, already showing white gunk. "Gross."

 

"Oh God," she implored, "please!" I watched her fingers begin to spread the goo over her clit, frantically building to another orgasm.

 

"Maybe someday," I said, lying. I wouldn't ever do that, no matter how hot she thought it was. I watched as she came again, seeing cum bubble out of her as her womb contracted. It was foul, and yet she rapidly scooped up as much as she could and moaned loudly as she ate it.

 

She laid there panting. "Oh gawd that was amazing," she smiled. "I can't wait until next week."

 

Madam Snake was to be a facilitator in our fantasy life. A pro domme, her web advertisement had lured us to her. Shawna and I had a good sex life, but we both wanted something to spice it up. We'd decided on a lark one night to pursue some light D/s games. Madam Snake was going to get us started and give us a little intro into that lifestyle. It was clear in our meeting that she was everything we'd fantasized about in a dungeon mistress.

 

We arrived five minutes the next Saturday, waiting at the front door to the club. We were nervous, but precisely at the right time the door swung outwards and Madam Snake herself admitted us.

 

She didn't smile, but nodded approvingly. "I am glad you passed your first test of willingness to obey," she said. She handed us a key to a locker on a silver chain, pointed toward the locker room, and told us to strip and shower. "Then report back to my office."

 

Shawna and I were very excited as we took off our clothes and stuffed them into the locker. I put the chain around my neck, and we went in to shower. There was only one faucet, unlabelled. It turned out to control the cold water, which shocked us in its temperature. There was soap, of the gritty lava-like kind, and we dutifully scrubbed ourselves clean, excited to know a little of what slaves know. We reported back to Madam Snake's office, freshly buffed by the thin towels in the locker room.

 

"Now," she said, not looking at all tired despite the early hour, "until we have newer members than yourselves, you will be responsible for cleaning the club any day you appear here. Make no mistake, you are the lowest lifeform on the food chain here." I had sported an erection, and I know Shawna was excited too. But Madam Snake had ignored that, and gave us our orders. The very matter-of-factness killed our arousal, not to mention the chores.

 

My first chore was to clean out the trash cans, which I found contained a lot of gross things like used condoms. Then I used a mop and disinfectant to clean the dried nastiness from the floor, and rags to similarly clean the tables, chairs, bars, and even the walls. It was a stomach churning experience to see the affects of hedonism under the harsh light of day.

 

I had just about come unglued when I was summoned via a loudspeaker to come to the office. Once there, Madam Snake had me stand with legs beyond shoulder-width apart, and my arms straight out. I looked like the famous spread-eagle figure by Michelangelo. Madam Snake quickly stooped behind me and grabbed my balls, making me nearly cry out in surprise (which I am sure would have been a mistake). She snapped something cold and heavy around my sack, and I looked down to see it was a pad lock of some sort.

 

"This will keep you from having your testacles engage and your cumming without permission," she told me. "Besides, I think the stretching feeling will remind you that you are not just a lowly servant, but a sex slave."

 

"Yes, ma'am," I said humbly, feeling my nuts sagging lowly.

 

I was sent back then to clean the bathroom, another gagging experience. Someone (or someones, plural) had thrown up, missing the target. It was a unisex bathroom, with two stalls. One didn't have a door, which I supposed was for the slaves. There was actually a third stall, which was missing the commode and instead had eyebolts on the floor. I hated to think what that was used for, although I was actually excited to think I knew.

 

I hadn't seen much of Shawna, but as I headed back to the office for my next chore, I saw her. "Where've you been?" I asked.

 

"Doing laundry," she replied. "While I waited I had to clean the paddles. I hope I don't get to feel them," she shuddered. I told her what I had been doing, and then I went on my way to the office.

 

"Good," Madam Snake commented when I arrived. "I was about to call you." She stood and led the way out of the office. "Come with me," she intoned imperiously.

 

She led me right back to where I had been, the bathroom. On the way, though, she stopped at a supply locker and grabbed an enema bag. My stomach sank as I realized it was for me. Sure enough, she gave me two enemas, making sure the water ran clear. Then I was led back to her office, where she selected a small buttplug. I was amazed to look at the others, some very much larger, as she inserted it painfully into me. It was humiliating, because this stranger was using me, and also because it was a wimpy size and I couldn't even properly take that.

 

She discharged me to clean the bar glasses, telling me to send Shawna in. I did, and I was unsurprised to see Madam Snake lead Shawna into the bathroom, then back to the office. To my surprise though, when Shawna came back out, she wasn't wearing just a buttplug, but a buttplug with a "Garfield" tail sticking comically out of it. I suppressed my smile when I saw her cross look.

 

If the morning was filled with domestic drudgery, the afternoon could be scarcely less so. We completed our chores by 1pm, and held hands happily as we looked at our work. The club looked pretty damn great, if we said so ourselves! Then, we received a page to return to the office.

 

In ten seconds, we were directed back to take showers, making sure we were "clean this time". We endured longer showers this time, as we made sure we were freshly shaven "down there." We had had great fun in the early morning shaving, so this was just a touch up. Shawna and I used the pumice soap on each other, and when we stepped out we were more pink from the scrubbing than blue from the cold.

 

"Damn I am nervous," Shawna admitted.

 

"You want to bail?" I asked, almost hoping she'd say yes.

 

"No... I am nervous, but excited too," she explained. As if to emphasize it, she gave me a nice hug, her damp head pressed against my chest.

 

"I'm sure it will be everything you want," I said, trying in my masculine way to support her.

 

Surprisingly, she broke the hug and gave me a deep kiss, then said, "I hope not, for your sake!" She turned and led the way to the office, leaving me stunned and worried.

 

Madam Snake was waiting impatiently for us, her arms crossed in negative body language. Her cross look combined with her severe fetish hair made me quake rather more than I'd like to admit. "This is your last chance to back out," she told us. "You'll forfeit your deposit, but you might want to consider just walking away."

 

Shawna and I looked at each other, and she nodded to me. "No, Madam, we want to go ahead." That made her smile, and I think I would have preferred the cross look. She took a little handbell, and shook it.

 

A door I had never noticed opened in the paneling, and five husky men came out. I took a step backward, because their appearance was startling and scary. They wore colored faces like Darth Maul in Star Wars: red and black striped. By the time I realized it was a disguise, any retreat or escape was impossible. Three of the biggest men moved between the doorway and me, blocking egress through it. Instead, I stood there like a deer in the headlight as the three advanced menacingly and gripped my upper arms. In my panic, I barely noticed that the other two had grabbed Shawna. We were marched out the door and to the back where the "dungeon" was.

 

I didn't think to cry out or protest. In fact, I was a complete milquetoast while they bound me across something that looked like a gymnastic vaulting horse. My ankles were placed inside heavy steel cuffs (incongruously padded for comfort) that were in turn attached to the legs of the horse. Then, Madam Snake came to me and placed some sort of dental appliance in the back of my jaws on either side, which prevented me from closing my mouth. Again, I didn't even think to cry out. I am sure that if a jury saw me on videotape, they would have thought I wanted this all to happen. Maybe I did.

 

Shawna, meanwhile, had been seated in something like an electric chair. She too had the appliance wedged in the back of her jaw. It was shocking to realize that we were incapable as of then to plead or otherwise affect what would happen next. Shawna's eyes were wild, as I supposed mine were as well.

 

I watched as the Darth Mauls began to disrobe. They were three black men, one white, and one oriental. They all had tattoos, and a couple of them had nipple rings. I could soon see that they had been selected for dicksize, because their cocks were all much larger than mine, except the oriental's which was smaller. One was enormous, probably two and a half inches across by twelve inches long. Not only was his dick big, but his balls were ponderous. How did he walk?

 

At some signal from Madam Snake, they stood in front of Shawna. I watched as one by one they mounted her chair and whipped her face with their dicks for a bit before rubbing them on her lips. The big man's dick smacked her face with an audible thud. When he pulled his cock from her lips, I saw that Shawna's tongue attempted to follow. They each took a couple turns, their dicks getting harder.

 

"That's enough," Madam Snake told them. "The slut obviously likes cock." That made the Mauls start to chuckle. "Let's see if she goes both ways." Madam Snake slipped off the panties that had covered her, revealing her pussy. I wasn't surprised to see she had large outer lips, or that they had steel rings in them. She climbed up on the chair and gripped Shawna's long blond hair at her neck and pulled her head back. Then she pressed her cunt onto Shawna's mouth.

 

Shawna had confided in me long ago that she was curious about being with a woman. I expected that was one of her "I want to tries" on the forms we'd filled out. But watching the stern looking bitch squatting over my bride's face, pressing her pussy onto Shawna's tongue was a huge turn-on. Madam Snake kept muttering fiercely to Shawna, telling her to run her tongue in and out. It was damn sexy to know Shawna was so eagerly eating pussy.

 

"Mmmmm, darling, you have potential," Madam Snake said, climbing off. She began to play with Shawna's nipples, pinching and pulling them, then leaned in and stuck her tongue into Shawna's mouth, which was still forced open. I watched them playfully tongue wrestle, Shawna's tongue chasing after Madam Snake's. Madam Snake fingered herself, then ran her finger all over Shawna's tongue.

 

"Yes," she smiled, "you do have a lot of potential. The problem is," she continued while moving behind her, "is that you like cock and pussy. What I need to do is make you less appealing to the boys." She began to run her hands through Shawna's hair, from scalp to fingertips. "I think you need to look like my dyke girlfriend," she purred. "Would you like to be my little lesbian dyke girlfriend?"

 

"Yeth," Shawna managed. She nodded her head to emphasize the point.

 

"Mmmmm, I will enjoy you," Madam Snake said, looking right at me. "Maybe I'll even teach you to fuck that husband of yours like a good dyke does." Her eyes and tone of voice scared me. She pointed to one of the Darth Mauls. "Sergio," she said pointing to the wall, "go get me that leather thong and the scissors."

 

He complied, and Madam Snake cut the thong in half. I watched as she pulled Shawna's mid-back length hair into a ponytail at her nape, tying it tightly with one of the thong halves. Then, she rapidly braided Shawna's hair tightly, tying the end off with the other thong half.

 

"Now, boys," she purred with obvious happiness, "say goodbye to the cock whore and hello to my little dyke." She waved the scissors in front of Shawna's face so she could see them, then pressed her head forward to her chest. I wanted to cry out when I saw her pull up in the braid and put the scissors against her nape, but all that came out was a gurgle. Taking several strong hacks, Madam Snake cut off Shawna's braided ponytail, holding it up triumphantly. She went and straddled Shawna's legs, waving her hair in front of her face. She pressed her mouth onto Shawna's, caressing her cheek with the ponytail and running her fingers through Shawna's ruined hair.

 

"So what do you think boys?" Madam Snake asked, standing and waving the ponytail.

 

"Does this mean we don't get to fuck her?" one of them asked.

 

"Oh no, you get to fuck her," she said, her voice hardening a little. "In fact, why don't you get read for it?" All of them smiled, their face painting making the smiles look evil indeed.

 

Getting "ready for it" was more than just getting a woody. I had noticed several plates on the floor when I had cleaned the dungeon earlier. These the men removed to reveal threaded holes, into which they put eyebolts. I got a sinking feeling, which was borne out when they removed me from the horse and tied me spread eagle on the floor.

 

Shawna looked down at me from her chair, trails of tears dripping down her cheeks. I didn't know if she were crying at the scene that was unfolding, or the loss of her hair. She'd had long hair for at least as long as I'd known her. At times I'd thought she would look good in a cute short style, but I never imagined that her haircut would come like this. I wanted to console her, but things were looking worse for me.

 

I didn't have much time to look at her anyways, for Madam Snake came over and squatted above my face. I eyed her silver festooned pussy, which was dripping wet. My gaze was misdirected, though, because she angled herself and pressed her ass onto my mouth. I could barely hear her tell me to "tongue it, slut", which was a bad thing. She used something like a flyswatter to smack my helpless cock and balls, catching me painfully by surprise. Then she slid her ass up and down my mouth, distracting me from the pain. I tried hard to tongue fuck her asshole, which became easier as I continued. It was obvious she enjoyed a nice ass reaming, because it soon opened enough for my tongue to slide easily in and out. Ick.

 

I guess her purpose was partially to distract me, which worked well. When she lifted off, I saw that they had placed a bench of some sort over me. Shawna's face briefly appeared until they placed her face down on the bench, tying her wrists and knees to the legs. Then they adjusted the position until her pussy was dripping right above me. Actually, it was right above my mouth.

 

The next thing on Madam Snake's agenda was to actually test the dripping. To that end, she used two bullet vibrators, one to massage Shawna's clit while the other slowly slid in and out. Madam Snake also kept encouraging Shawna to lick the dicks in front of her, to "get them hard so they can fuck that cumhole." Shawna normally gets wet, and this time she began to ooze quite a lot. They adjusted the bench one last time so that most of her juices dripped into my mouth. It was glorious, watching her pussy getting so wet.

 

And, strange as it may seem, it was comforting to be helpless. It wasn't that I didn't want to come to her defense, but that I couldn't. I was freed from guilt, so that I could enjoy myself. Paradoxically, the freedom came from being restrained.

 

Eventually, Madam Snake was satisfied that Shawna's juices would ooze into my mouth. She removed the dildo and motioned to the men. One of the Darth Mauls, stood astride my head and pushed into my wife. I heard her grunt as his dick stretched her. It was terribly exciting to watch this man I didn't know from Adam fucking my wife. I could see everything from my position, including the fact that her clit bulged out like a tiny cock. Her pussy lubricated itself, and soon enough it was dripping juices onto my face. Most hit my mouth, but his balls deflected some so that it sprayed my face.

 

It took me maybe five minutes to realize that he wasn't wearing a condom. When I noticed it, I blinked, because I couldn't believe it. Didn't this group know about AIDS? And, holy shit, when he came... it would drip on me! I struggled a little, then, wanting to get Madam Snake's attention.

 

It got her attention, alright, but not in a good way. "He wants a taste," she chuckled. "Give him one." The fucker pulled out and pressed his cock against my lips, then milked his dick so that precum was squeezed out. Ugh! I let out a little cry, which she chose to interpret as a moan. "Don't worry, sissy, you'll get some more." The man rubbed his cock up and down her valley, then pressed in. He stopped, buried deep so that Madam Snake could continue. "Listen," she laughed. "You can hear your wife sucking the next guy to fuck her." I listened hard, and sure enough heard the sounds of my wife gulping on a prick. It was awful, and seeing the look on my face Madam Snake motioned for the fucker to continue.

 

He didn't continue for long. After a minute or so of pounding fuckstrokes, he jammed in all the way to his balls and came. I watched his nuts moving as he spewed his load into Shawna. He held in for a little bit, and when he pulled his shriveling cock out, a glob of semen followed. The disgusting fluid of course dripped into my mouth, burning my throat with its musky flavor and hot temperature.

 

The next Darth Maul was larger, and squeezed out the previous Darth's cum. I turned my face, sickened, so that it splattered on my cheek. "Wait," Madam Snake commanded. She knelt astride me, looking down at me. My stomach churned when I saw she was angry. "Listen, weasel," she said. "You are going to try to catch every drop in your mouth. This is precious liquid," she snarled, "and I won't have you wasting it." She patted the man's ass who was buried in Shawna. "Pull out." He did, and some cum fell down. I was able to catch almost all of it, which made her smile. "Now, if you intentionally miss any again, I'm gonna hit your sad little nuts with my riding crop for every drop I count. Understand?"

 

I shook my head, yes.

 

I thus endured three Darth Mauls fucking my wife until the really huge-cocked one took his place. Everything else stopped when he went to press his fat head into her opening. She was extremely well lubricated with her juices and the three previous men's, but he was just plain huge. Madam Snake came over and caressed her asscheeks as he crammed in. When his head was in, Madam Snake knelt and began to rub Shawna's clit. "She's cummin'" the Maul said, and I could see he was right. Every tendon in her leg was taught, and her crotch was flexing around the monster entering her. With her orgasm ended, the huge cock resumed pressing slowly into her until she had all but an inch or so inside.

 

Not only did he have a huge cock, but he had the talent to use it. I watched as he built up a head of steam, continuing to fuck her as she came on him over and over. Every five minutes or so he would pull out to let cum drip into my mouth. He'd also crape his cock on my lips, removing cum like he was cleaning mud off his boots. As he did, I stared at her gaping hole, wondering if she'd ever feel me again.

 

Finally, it ended. He didn't push into her, but instead pulled out so that I could see his jism squirting into her cavern. String after string of sperm sprayed into her, only to slowly drain out still steaming hot. It was quite different, because it hadn't taken a long bath in her pussy juices before it oozed out. Instead, it was almost entirely another guy's cum that my tongue swirled in.

 

It wasn't until he took his place that I realized the asian man had been skipped. He pressed in, and I doubt she could feel it. He stopped though, only a minute after starting. "It's no use," he complained.

 

"Well, you tried," Madam Snake told him. "Don't worry, you'll cum inside something," she told him. Then, she knelt next to me. "Here's the problem, creampie eater. This guy likes men, and he just can't get excited enough to fuck your wife. So, you have a choice. Listen close. You can either let him fuck your wife's ass, in which case you'll be loving a delicious chocolate fudgepie. Or, he can fuck your ass, which I am sure he'd like better anyways."

 

I was shocked. I was not so grossed out anymore with swallowing the creampies that had slopped out of my wife during her gangbang. But the thought of having cum oozing out of her ass and into my mouth was truly sickening. Waves of nausea rolled over me as I thought about it. On the other hand, the idea that a queer would use me was horrifying. I looked up at Madam Snake, pleading with my eyes for an easier choice.

 

She smiled. "Now, I'm going remove the jaw block so you can tell me your choice. I'd better hear only one word, 'her' or 'me', or I'll smack your balls until you blackout." She stuck her fingers into Shawna, coating them with slime before putting them into my mouth to remove the block. She was wicked even in this small thing.

 

I worked my jaw, which ached from being forced open for so long. Then I gulped. "Me," I said almost imperceptibly.

 

"Good," Madam Snake smiled. "That's a good boy. And I'll even give you something to distract you," she promised. She turned to the oriental Darth Maul. "He's yours," she said. "Your turn," she said to another man.

 

The first Darth Maul, erect again, reentered my wife. Wife his first orgasm out of the way, and her pussy practically frictionless since she was so stretched, he would last a long time.

 

With Madam Snake's help, the oriental man unchained my ankles, pushed my legs up so that my feet were almost to my face, then cuffed my ankles together under the bench my wife was on. My ass was completely exposed to him. I tried to concentrate on the fucking and my wife's dark red pussy, but it was useless. I felt all too well when he removed the butt plug I had been wearing, and I felt the cold spray of lubricant as he greased me up. Then, finally, I felt his cock entering me. I let out a low groan as he pushed his shaft as deeply as he could.

 

Objectively, it wasn't so very bad. His small prick was lost in my stretched anus. But, the thought that another man was violating me was disgusting. It got worse, because he gripped my cock and jacked me. With my balls still padlocked down, I was unable to cum even though I began to want to.

 

Madam Snake noticed my reaction, and how I was dripping precum. "Do you want to cum?" she asked me.

 

"Oh, yesss," I said. There was something pleasurable the man fucking me was doing. Despite my objections, I was now past ready to cum.

 

"You want to cum with a man assfucking you?" she taunted. I didn't answer, determined to not say it. But she asked again, and dammit, I did want that.

 

"Please," I begged.

 

"Maybe when he fucks you the second time," she said, dismissing my need. Thankfully, the guy chose that time to orgasm himself. His semen filled my ass. I'll admit it felt great, with his sperm heating my insides.

 

Madam Snake chose that moment to roll Shawna onto her back. I wasn't sure of the reasoning, but she also had a guy on each side hold Shawna's legs back. The immediate effect was the cessation of the dripping cream. Another was that Madam Snake moved astride Shawna's face, letting "the dyke eat" her as much as she wanted.

 

The little gay bastard had my ass to himself, and availed of it again before even the huge dick had his second crack at Shawna. Madam Snake told me then that she'd let me cum for sure when he fucked me the third time. It was intensely pleasurable to be assfucked, even though I couldn't bring myself to admit it. He came in me quickly, with the combined goo dripping stickily down my back. My ankles were released then, although I think it was as much to torture me with the feeling of my draining ass as it was to let my aching legs rest.

 

I was amazed at how much cum oozed out when the giant prick entered my wife for the second time. It had been a while since any had dripped, and I was surprised to realize Madam Snake was right when she pointed out the excited mewling sounds I made when I tried to capture it all. I was eagerly searching for it. The whole scene had pressed some kinky button in me, turning my revulsion at this act into eager desire.

 

I found myself eagerly anticipating the load he would leave in my wife. It took a long time, though, and my wife came twice more. "She must be getting exhausted," I thought idly as I noted her second orgasm. Then I saw Madam Snake kneeling behind the stud, milking his balls. The reason soon became apparent as he pulled out so that only his head was in Shawna. Madam Snake truly did milk his large nuts, trying to get all the cum out of his sack and into Shawna. He spent a long time orgasming, then almost knocked Madam Snake down as he stumbled backward.

 

"Your going to love this," Madam Snake promised, instructing the men to "hold her there another minute." She went down and removed the padlock from my balls, so I knew something major was about to happen. She came back, and shocked the hell out of me by kissing me deeply. "Try to hold out from cumming as long as you can," she told me. "It'll be much better than just cumming right away."

 

I wasn't sure what she meant, but I trusted her. I steeled my nerves to wait for as long as I could.

 

What happened next was a culmination of the entire day. First the fag entered me, and began to slowly stroke in and out, just enough so I knew he was moving in me. I could feel my balls tighten, but I fought the need to cum. I heard Madam Snake instruct one of the men to "press her belly when she is on his face; squeeze it all out." My pulse quickened as I realized what was about to happen.

 

Sure enough, the men helped Shawna up and off the bench, sliding her down so that her pussy fell onto my mouth. Shawna was holding the cum from at least four orgasms, and probably more. All of the slime poured out, helped from gravity. The amazing thing was that her pussy formed a seal around my mouth, and her sweaty thighs further restricted my breathing. I was drowning in cum! As I became desperate to breathe, Shawna lifted up just enough to let me gasp then pressed down again. I literally ate the cum being squeezed out. When she lifted again, my mouth was still partially full of cum, so I had to snort in air from my nose. I felt Shawna quiver, and begin to cum! Oh God, I was going to die from drowning in creampie!

 

She leaned forward to let me catch my breath, and then I realized the man fucking my ass was really going at it! I was caught totally by surprise, and felt my orgasm begin deep inside my ass. I cried out, with Shawna grinding her still-draining cunt on my face. The guy was jacking my cock, urging me to cum and cum and cum. I was overwhelmed with the release, and faded into blackness with globs of sperm still shooting out.

 

I don't know how long I was out, but I awoke to find the man just cumming in me for the third time. My wrists had been released, and Shawna and one of the Darth Mauls were chafing my wrists. Madam Snake was kneeling, peering at me. "OK?" she asked.

 

"Wonderful," I said woozily, feeling the guy pulling his dick from my sloppy asshole.

 

"You just lay there and rest a minute," Madam Snake said. It was amazing how considerate and tender she was. I was reminded again that she was a pro. Much of what she did was acting for our benefit. Damn.

 

Eventually, I was helped up and Shawna and I went to take showers. It was the best moment of the day, as we giggled like the lovers we had become again. We had shared a trial, and found the spice we had sought.

 

We stopped by Madam Snake's office on the way out, to say thanks and perhaps schedule another visit the next month. Shawna opened her purse and pulled out an envelope, handing it to Madam Snake. "What's this?" I asked.

 

Madam Snake looked at me, then at Shawna. Her helmet-looking hair and severe makeup made her seem formidable, until she cracked a beautiful smile. "I think you ought to see this," she told me, handing me a paper.

 

It was Shawna's form, listing what she wanted. On it, she had written,

 

"I want to the subject of a gangbang, getting fucked at least ten times, and I hope they have big dicks.

 

"I also want to teach my husband to eat the cum from my pussy, and I want him to drink down the cum from the gangbang. He says it is gross, so you'll probably have to force him to do it.

 

"I am pretty sure I am bi, and I want to try that.

 

"But, if you can get my husband to learn to tolerate bi sex, and if you can get him to cum while being assfucked, I'll give you a $200 bonus"

 

I was stunned. My wife had set me up. She had purposely told Madam Snake my squicks, so that I would have to do them. She'd done it pretty damn well too.

 

"So," Madam Snake said, while Shawna looked on nervously, "what do you say now?"

 

"I say," I said, turning to my wife, "I love you darling."

 

 

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