Hostess – A story for my pet

 

Guests were starting to arrive, and she was nervous.
They had gone to several other parties before, but this
would be the first one that they had held for the
group. He stood behind her and rubbed her shoulders and
whispered “Relax” into her ear. Then he bit it gently.
The “zing” made her giggle and she stepped forward to
answer the door.

Couples entered the home, and all the men studied her
with an air of interest. She stood here with her long
brown hair braided down her back, and the dress she
wore was made of soft muslin. It was a simple sheath
style, and the thin fabric allowed anyone who looked
carefully enough to see the darkened nipples of her
breasts. A sash gathered the dress at her waist, and
the hem was just at her knees. Looking further down her
shapely legs, she was barefoot. Besides the gazes of
the men, several women studied her too. Their faces
held a variety of emotions. Jealousy, eagerness,
boredom, and in one case, fear.

As a couple, they had joined a group of “like minded
folks” who indulged in private pleasures that some
might no understand. And if they did, they were either
outraged, or, more often than not, secretly jealous.
Once a month, they got together and enjoyed themselves.
This month, it was their turn to host.

As they all made small talk and secret plans, she
watched him call for the group’s attention. “Good
evening everyone, I hope you are all having a pleasant
time! If you will excuse us for a moment, I need to
take care of something. I will return as soon as
possible.” With that, he escorted her from the living
room and down the hallway to a small bedroom.

Once inside, he gently removed her dress and nuzzled
her neck. “If you have any doubts, tell me now.” She
giggled and answered; “No, I want to do this. For you,
and for me.” He nodded and smiled. “That’s my good
little girl.”

From a dresser, he removed several items. First came
the hood. It was made of leather and went over her
head. When she wore it, her eyes were covered and she
couldn’t see. The area at the nose was tapered to allow
for it, and she could breathe freely. An opening at the
mouth allowed for full access so she could speak if
need be, as a strap secured the hood under her chin. He
tugged the zipper down and closed the hood over her
head. In spite of the leather, she could still hear his
words, if muffled slightly.

A harness came next. He attached it around her so that
her arms were secured to her sides, and he tugged her
breasts through the openings. With a pinch to each
nipple, he smiled at the sight of them growing larger.

Next, he guided her to the bed and lay her down across
it. Bending her legs so that her ankles came to her
buttocks, he wrapped electrical tape around each of her
legs to hold them in that position. She could move each
leg from side to side and if anyone chose to, hey could
hold her open and see her shaved vagina. A shackle went
around each wrist and ankle, and he secured them
together.

Such a lovely sight; she was laying on the bed, open
and exposed for all who came in to see. Bending over,
he placed a kiss on her clit, then as he felt her
shiver, he stood and whispered in the area of her ear;
“You will be a good hostess and take good care of our
guests tonight. But I will inform our friends of one
thing: your ass is mine. No other cock will enter it.
Do you understand?” She gasped a “yes” and felt a cool
shift in the air as he left the room and the door
closed behind him.

How long she lay there, she didn’t know. After a bit,
the door opened. She remained silent as she waited.
Suddenly, hands grabbed her and spun her around.
Secured as she was, she could do nothing but accept
what came next. Her head was pulled back and a thick
penis was shoved inside her mouth. The words “Suck me,
bitch,” were grunted and she did as commanded.

Her guest shoved himself deep inside her mouth and to
the point where she felt she might gag. Fighting the
reflex, she worked her mouth and tongue feverishly and
soon felt her captor swell inside her cramping lips.
Suddenly gobs of warm and gooey cum shot into her
mouth. She swallowed every drop as was expected of her.
When he was done, her guest dropped her back to the bed
and left without a word as she lay on her side.

Before she could regain a sense of balance, she heard
another voice chuckling. “How delightful!” She was spun
around again, and lay on her back. Hands worked their
way across her body, pinching and twisting her breasts.
As she gasped at the sensation, she was smacked on her
stomach and told; “NO TALKING!”

The hands continued to work across her torso, inching
slowly down to her shaved pussy. Suddenly she felt
something cold and metallic clamp down on her clit. He
pain caused little stars to explode in front of her
covered eyes. In spite of the earlier instructions, she
groaned at the sensation. Again, she was spanked. But
this time only after she was flipped over. Hands came
down on her ass cheeks and she felt them growing pink
with each slap.

Finally after what seemed to be too long for her
liking, she felt herself being turned over again and
her legs were pushed open. She felt his weight as he
pressed himself against her and almost crooned with
delight as she felt the size of him as he entered her.
Laying here like nothing more than a piece of meat, she
allowed her guest to pound away inside of her. She
could feel her own juices starting to flow with the
friction being created.

A grunt and a sudden shift in tempo indicated to her
that he was nearly finished. Suddenly, her guest arched
his back and drove himself even deeper inside, then
held still. She could feel his cock swelling and
throbbing as he pumped his cum inside her. After a
moment, he withdrew and left the room.

One after another, they entered the room. Her guests
enjoying themselves and her body. How many times she
had wanted to be savaged like this? To be used like a
willing vessel to receive as much cum as possible? She
lost count of the cocks that had shoved past her lips
and filled her mouth with hot and salty cum. Her pussy
ached with the constant pounding that I received.

Her breasts were pinched and twisted until they were
sore and tender and begging for more. She especially
loved the times when someone would fuck her (both face
up, as well as face down) and before they finished,
they would stop and shove themselves into her mouth.
She could taste herself as well as the cum from her
guests that had filled her pussy to the point that it
was now dripping with white goo that leaked out of her.

There was one guest that frightened her though. Halfway
through the evening, he entered and flipped her onto
her stomach. He started tracing a finger across her
back and down between her ass cheeks. Slowly he worked
it around her tiny sphincter, pressing gently. She
clenched herself tight. Hands then moved and grasped
her cheeks and pulled them apart. She could feel the
head of his cock rubbing up and down. “No,” she managed
to gasp.

“No?” came he muffled answer. The hood made hearing
hard.

“Please sir,” she continued, “my ass belongs to my
owner. He promised me that no other cock would ever
have it.” She felt tears forming in her eyes. “Please
don’t fuck my ass.” She felt him pause and then his
hands moved away from her ass and up her back.

“You are a good slave, minding your master. It is right
that you inform me of this.” He then shoved his cock
inside her pussy and pulled her by her hips to his own.
Handing her that way, he slammed himself inside her and
added his own cum to the pool inside her.

There were times that women came to her bed. They
usually had her twist to lick their pussy as they
squatted over her face. Other times she suckled at
their nipples or them at her breasts. She wasn’t sure
if she enjoyed women, sexually, but it was expected of
her as a hostess to do what was required to please her
guests. She did enjoy the kissing, however. Tongues
snaking back and forth as lips pressed together made
her head swim with horniness.

Finally the evening was over. She knew that her guests
would be shown to the front door by her owner, and they
would thank him for allowing them to come over for the
get-together. She waited as the house grew silent.
Again, the door opened, and she could feel him enter
the room.

“You did well tonight,” he said. “Everyone told me that
you were wonderful.” The words filled her with
giddiness. “So what should I do with you now? Release
you? Or maybe let you stay here all night?”

As much as she would have liked to remain as she was
with him fucking her, she had to answer; “I need to
pee.”

Laugher washed over her and she felt herself being
lifted and taken (still secured) to the bathroom. She
was placed on her back in the tub. “Okay, pee,” she was
told. Relaxing, she let the warm yellow liquid flow out
of her body. It streamed down the drain and she felt
her owner cutting the electrical tape around her legs
with scissors.

Her muscles started to cramp as she tried to relax and
unfold her legs. “Slowly,” she was told. He massaged
her legs until the pain receded and she could feel them
return to normal. Next he removed her shackles. After
that, the harness, but not before he had given her
nipples a twist or two.

“Maybe we should have them pierced,” he mused. “Then we
can put pretty jewelry there, or weights. What do you
think?”

She could only give one answer: “Whatever you wish,
Sir.”

He unzipped the hood and she saw him smiling. “That’s
my good pet.” He kissed her and helped her stand. Then
he started the water running and with a hand-held
shower massage, washed her inside and out. She knew she
ran no risk of pregnancy since she had been “fixed”
when he first took her in.

In fact, the doctor that had done the work was one of
her guests that evening! (But when he had ‘visited’
her, she had no idea.) The warm water and soap felt
luxurious as it washed across her skin. The washcloth
was making sure every inch of her was cleansed.

Later, he carried her to their room. She lay naked on
the bed as he brought her food that was light enough no
to upset her stomach, yet substantial enough to erase
her hunger. (All that cum did little to take care of
that!) As she sipped her tea, she looked up at him.
“There was one person, I don’t know who…” she paused.
At his command, she continued. “He wanted my ass. I
asked him not to because it was yours alone.”

He paused. “And?”

She looked down; “And he said I was a good girl for
reminding him. Then he fucked my pussy. Hard.”

He nodded. “And how did you feel about that?”

She blushed a deep crimson. “I wanted it there, but
knew what you had said. I knew that you would be mad at
me if I allowed it.”

His laughter surprised her. “That was me, silly. I came
to see how you were and decided to enjoy you as well. I
should have told you.” Her giggles answered his. Then
will you fuck my ass now?”

She didn’t need to ask twice. Laying face down in the
bed, she smiled at how wonderful she felt her life to
be. Lucky enough to be owned by such a caring man, and
having chances like this to be a ‘hostess’. She would
always do her best to please him. She groaned with
delight as she felt his cock slide up her asshole and
start pounding away. Filled and fulfilled.