Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2017 07:48:54 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Decision Tree Chapter 06

Decision Tree Ð Chapter 06
By
Tappy McWidestance

My education at the words and voice of Master James continued. The
Bluetooth vibe arrived on Wednesday and I couldn't wait to try it out. I
charged the battery and made sure the link to my smartphone worked. Then I
sent the control code to James. When he replied he told me to set it on
standby. I watched as it sprung to life in my hand without me touching it
or the controls on my phone. It wasn't the strongest vibe, but the fact
that he was controlling it was exciting. I knew his purpose was to tease me
with it. I'm not sure if it was strong enough to make me cum, but since I
assumed his plan was to just torment me, the power was just right. It also
wasn't too loud. Since I also assumed he meant for me to wear it in public,
I appreciated that.

I hoped we were going to have another Wednesday night session, but alas he
told me I would have to wait for Friday night. I was disappointed. Then he
told me to edge three times tonight and three more times tomorrow and
Friday so I would be ready. That was just maddening. I hate edging
myself. I mean, I love masturbating and even the challenge of getting right
to the edge of my peak and then stopping. And, of course, after nine rounds
of that I knew I would be prime grade A fuckmeat by the time Friday night
rolled around. But I hated the struggle of trying not to orgasm. But since
that is what Master wanted, that is what he was going to get.

Getting three rounds in that night was tough because that meant I didn't
have long to calm down between sessions. Number three was especially
difficult and I almost lost control and climaxed. Thursday was a bit easier
(in the bathroom after getting up and before going to bed) but sneaking one
in during the day was tough. Fortunately the floor below our office is
being renovated but the bathrooms are still accessible. There was not real
risk of being caught so I snuck down there at lunch and diddled myself for
about 20 minutes before washing up and trying not to look guilty as I
returned to my office. Liz gave me a wry little smile as I walked past the
reception desk. She was always friendly, a good quality for a receptionist,
but she had a different look as I walked past. It was kind of an "I know
what you did look." I dismissed that thought as paranoia and got back to
the case I was working on.

Friday I visited the bathroom again. Liz must have been out to lunch when I
returned, although I did pass Tony. I could feel that my face was still
flush with arousal and I could feel my nipples hard against my bra, but I
don't think he noticed. I hurried back to my office again and tried to
work, but the distraction between my legs made focusing difficult. The ride
home on the subway wasn't easy either as the constant jostling kept my
thighs rubbing together. But I finally made it. John wasn't home so I quick
edged myself for the third time that day and then waited for
instructions. I figured I would get an email soon after John left for the
club. James knew my schedule better than I did, it seemed, so he certainly
knew the time John should have left. But alas, no message came. I sat in
front of the computer brooding like a schoolgirl waiting for the phone to
ring until almost 11pm when finally a message arrived.

"My wonderful sub," the message began. "You will be taking a journey into
the unknown tonight that will bring you deeper into your submission to
me. I may even meet you there."

That was a shock to me. I'd never thought that Master James might be
local. Then I thought, "May he and his slave came to town to meet me. Maybe
he was going to order me to go to their hotel." But a fancy hotel suite
downtown was not my destination. It was the 15th Avenue Theater. Once I had
the name a quick Google search told me what I needed to know. It was a
hybrid adult theater / swinger joint. I really didn't want to go there
alone. Looking at what they offered, I might not have minded if John
escorted me. Or better yet if James escorted me. But going alone didn't
thrill me. And neither did my task Master James quickly explained. If he
was there with me I might have been excited what he proposed. But on my own
it sounded risky. Then again, our whole relationship had become one big
risk so what was a sub to do but get dressed and head out.

Getting dressed didn't take long. I already had on my requisite garter belt
and stockings. I just had to add panties, a short skirt and my short I mean
come and fuck me short. Unfortunately I had a couple of those to chose from
so lack of wardrobe wouldn't hold me back. No bra (boo) and a white blouse
that buttoned up the front. I was also allowed a coat for the drive over to
the theater. Oh, and of course, my new vibe was secured over my clit held
tight by my panties. The drive to the theater was about half an hour and
the vibe buzzed for a couple seconds every five minutes or so. I wasn't
sure if that was James controlling it or if there was some kind of timer
tease mode. I was thinking that would be pretty cool as I could set it and
tie myself up again and be at the mercy of the toy. The edge play had my
arousal state returning very quickly. I half wished he would stop playing
with the vibe at least until I got there so I could drive
safer. Fortunately I made it without incident. I sent him a message saying
as much as I sat in the lot behind a non-descript brick building. It was an
industrial area and while I would normally be nervous so late in the
evening being alone, the lot was well lit and I could see security cameras
monitoring the cars. That gave me a little reassurance. Then came his
instructions.

"Leave your coat in the car so it doesn't get messy. Go inside. Tell the
clerk it is your first time there and ask for the tour. They will be happy
to show you around. On a Friday night there should be some other women or
at least T-Gurls wondering around. After the tour, go into the theater. The
couples section is on the left. Nobody will mind if you sit on that side
even though you are alone. I want you to hike up your skirt so you are
sitting bare ass on the chair. Then unbutton your blouse. You don't have to
whip out your tits, but they should be open and available."

I wasn't thrilled with his instructions, but then the vibe sprung to life
and my concerns faded.

"I want you to sit by yourself for at least 30 minutes. You will get offers
for company but simply decline them. The guys are usually pretty polite,
especially for a hot woman, but if you have any problems, the management
will help you. I want you to cup your breasts and play with your nipples
while you watch the movie. I will buzz the vibe on occasion for my
amusement."

Great. He was going to tease me in public. He didn't say I could cum so I
knew I was just going to get edged again. Hopefully if I played is game
well, he would let me cum later. I asked him if there was anything else. I
probably shouldn't have done that.

"After the half hour, I will buzz you three times with then vibe. Then I
want you to chose a couple guys. Have them sit next to you, one on either
side. Give them hand jobs. Tell them to cum on your tits. After they cum,
pick two more. Take at least six loads, but you can do more if you
want. You will likely have a group of guys standing around you once they
figure out what is going on. After you finish you can leave or if you need
to cum, send me a message and I'll give you more instructions. Oh, and by
the way, I may be watching you to make sure you follow these instructions."

That last little bit on information through me for a loop. Was he already
inside? Was he sitting in the parking lot? Was he just messing with my
mind? I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. It was a little
chilly to be without a coat, but if I went through with this and took six
loads on my chest, I didn't want my coat getting ruined. I was already
mentally preparing to throw away this blouse. As I walked to the door I did
notice one guy sitting in his car, but it was dark and I couldn't get a
good look at him. It could have been Master James. Or it could have been
just a pervert waiting for a woman to arrive. I was nervous, but
excited. James' statement that the management would protect me if necessary
helped. I had read a similar thing in a Google review. This may be a dive
adult theater, but I'm sure having women attend helped their attendance. I
took another deep breath and walked inside.

Once the door closed behind me I immediately recognized how far I had
fallen under James' spell. The place was well lit and not particularly
grungy like I had envisioned, but I also saw no other women. There were
five or six guys standing around and two guys behind the counter. There was
a selection of adult movies, but no big displays of toys or erotic clothing
like I expected to see. I was petrified to move any further, but I didn't
want to let it show so I summoned up my courage and strode purposely to the
counter. They two guys behind the counter didn't seem surprised to see a
woman dressed, as I was, walk into the place. As James had said they would
be, they were friendly and inviting. I told them this was my first time and
the younger guy offered me a tour. So far James was batting a thousand.

The guy led me passed a rope that separated the store from the rest of the
joint. "I start the tours with the theater," he told me since everybody
eventually ends up in there. He opened a door marked "in" and waved his
hand as an invitation that I should walk through.

I've watched porn before. I've even enjoyed it with a couple people
present. But this was different. Projected on a large screen was an
interracial scene bigger than life. The theater had a number of rows with
four or five seats on either side of a center aisle. As James told me, the
left side was roped off with a small sign that said couples only. There was
only one couple sitting down near the front. The right side had seven
single guys scattered about. I was escorted down the aisle. I felt like I
was being paraded around for auction. Just then the vibe turned on and I
jump a bit, but I don't think anybody noticed. I did notice that three of
the guys had their cocks out and were stroking them. That excited me since
that was my task. Maybe this would be easier than I had imagined. As we
passed the couple, I noticed her man was fingering her pussy. She seemed
lost to her arousal and not particularly watching the film. I kind of
envied her, although with the vibe running I couldn't complain.

Behind the screen was my next destination. There was a pretty good size
room with a tall, strong looking table. There was a dim rope light hanging
from the ceiling. I couldn't see much, but I assumed my eyes would adjust
if we stayed there. "Some people use this table instead of playing in the
theater," my escort told me. I wondered how often that happened and how
often the table was cleaned. We didn't stay long enough for my eyes to
adjust. Almost immediately we were walking back up the aisle. This time I
was sure all eyes were on me as I could see the guys looking at me. One of
them even stood up and began to follow us. Was he Master James?

Back into the bright lights of the entrance hallway, I had to blink several
times as I was now led toward the back of the store. I saw a hallway with a
series of video booths. I was told they were included with the entrance
fee. I didn't pay an entrance fee. I guess there is a perk of being a
woman. He also mentioned that they had to seal the glory holes a few years
ago because the health department was hassling them. I didn't really care
since I didn't plan on availing myself of a booth so we continued on.

We then went into the spa. This area was clothing optional, I was told,
although I bet they wouldn't care too much if I got naked somewhere
else. He showed me a steam room, a small locker room, a hallway of private
rooms for rent by the hour and a large room with a two level wrap around
bench. The end of my tour was him pointing toward a small club area for
parties. He told me Shannon (whoever that was) always had a Friday night
party so we couldn't go in. Overall it was much nicer in back than I
expected. But I had my task to complete so I thanked him for the tour and
began walking back toward the theater. It was at this point the vibrator
turned off. That reminded me of just how much I needed to complete my task
so I could cum.

Walking back into the theater the first thing I noticed was that nobody was
watching the movie any more. All the guys now surrounded the couple sitting
in front. I took a sit in the middle of the second to last row on the
couples' side. The woman who had been getting fingered was now bouncing up
and down. I couldn't tell if she was fucking the guy I had seen her with or
somebody else, but she was obviously enjoying herself. The other guys
formed a semi-circle around her watching. They didn't appear to be jacking
off. They were just watching. I bet they were hoping to fuck her too after
the guys she was straddling shot his load. It was pretty hot to see people
fucking just a few feet in front of me. I would have gone in for a closer
look, but I had my orders. I lifted my skirt so my ass would be bare on the
chair and I unbuttoned my blouse. Seeing the woman fucking in front of
everyone made it easier for me to let the girls free. It actually felt
liberating to pull back the sides of my blouse and display myself in
public. I started to rub my nipples as ordered.

Almost immediately a guy noticed my lewd display and left the fucking
couple to approach me. I politely thanked him but said I didn't need any
help just yet. I made sure to say yet. He nodded and went back to watching
the woman riding her man cowboy style. I could tell from her sounds that
she would soon climax. The vibe took that moment to turn back on and I
hoped the combination of stimulants wouldn't be too much for me to
resist. Fortunately the vibe only stayed on for about 30 seconds.  The
woman did indeed climax soon after that, but she didn't stop riding her
man. In fact, it probably took fifteen minutes or so before he shot his
load and she finally dismounted. James had buzzed me five times during her
performance but thankfully none of them were so long that I couldn't
resist. I was horny as all fuck, but it was under control for the time
being.

After the couple left, most of the guys followed them out, possibly hoping
for an invite for a continuation, but a few retook their seats. One
politely asked if I needed assistance and again I demurred and he took a
seat on the singles side. I was starting to count the minutes until I could
stop playing with my nipples and get my hand on a cock. I was really
starting to warm to the idea of performing on a stranger. The other woman
obviously enjoyed herself and the guys seemed harmless enough, although I
didn't meet anyone yet I could picture as Master James. I put my attention
back on the screen and gave my nipples a firm squeeze.

The vibe was cycling more frequently now, but for shorter periods. Still I
didn't feel anything that felt like a signal that I should move on to phase
two of my task. I didn't have a watch, but clearly I had been there for
longer than half an hour. Or maybe time was just standing still because I
wanted to stop teasing myself and get on with something more exciting. I
pinched my nipple again, much harder this time, although I'm not sure
why. Then it happened. I felt three short cycles of the vibe. I quickly
looked at the remaining guys in the theater about to point as one and wave
him over when the door opened.

Immediately my brain decided that had to be Master James. He was tall, over
six feet and was well built. He looked like he could have been a linebacker
with broad shoulders, big arms (I believe the proper term for his biceps is
guns) with a wide chest. He had on a black shirt, combat pants and heavy
looking boots. Without a doubt he was intimidating. He walked in and didn't
stop on the single guy side but took up residence in the seat behind me. I
turned to look at him, oblivious that my breasts were exposed and he was a
stranger. He didn't say a word. He just looked at me. My heart was pounding
and my hands were shaking as I reached out toward his pants. His combat
pants had a button fly and my fingers fumbled with opening it. I looked
back toward his face and the glare from his eyes told me I had made a
mistake. I immediately stopped and withdrew my hands. He then leaned
forward.

"You are Susan, I presume?" he said in a firm voice that made me weak.

"Yes, Master James," I replied demurely.

"I am not your Master, new one," he informed me. "I am a friend of his. You
may call me JP. He knew I was bringing my slut here to play tonight and he
asked if I would look after you and make sure you are safe."

"Was the woman I saw before your slut?" I asked. "No, but I have seen them
before," he told me.

Will Master James be here tonight?" I asked in a pleading voice.

"I am not sure. Maybe later," was the disappointing reply. "Here," he said
reaching into his pocket and retrieving a pair of latex gloves. "Always
practice safe play," he told me. He also handed me a small tube of
lube. "The guys will appreciate it," he said. "Who have you picked?"

I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to pick two guys. "I have not. I
am sorry, I was distracted by you," I said truthfully. I watched as he
quickly scanned the guys sitting in the theater. Two of them were looking
at us. Not surprisingly, JP pointed to them and waved them over. He laid
out the plan to them. They were to sit on either side of me. They were not
to touch me. They were to let me stroke them and when they came, the only
place they were allowed to shoot was on my tits or they would have to deal
with him. I could tell he made them nervous. But neither was about to give
up a free hand job from an exposed woman.

Thus I was quickly sitting in my chair, watching a porno and stroking two
hard cocks. I'd never done it wearing latex gloves. I didn't really like it
since I wanted to feel their hard cocks directly. But I also understood
about safe play and it made sense. The lube JP gave me did help. My hands
glided effortlessly over their stiff rods. I wondered if the lack of
friction would made it tougher to make them cum. But apparently that wasn't
much of an issue as the guy on the right reached his explosion point pretty
quickly. I felt his cock begin to swell and left go of the guy on my left
so I could twist toward the guy on the right.

I just barely had time to pull my blouse further open before the first
volley of cum shot from his dick and splattered me dead center in my
cleavage. It was a perfect shot. It was thick, sticky and hot. God how I
loved the feeling of bringing him off. He quickly stood and tucked himself
back into his pants. I then returned my attention to the guy on my left and
began stroking him with renewed fervor. It didn't take him much longer to
bless my tits with a second load.

Then turned to look at JP. I didn't want to just jerk him off. I wanted
more. "May I suck your cock?" I asked. I really was thinking more about
climbing on top of him like the other woman had done, but I wanted to prove
how good of a cocksucker I was as well. I also figured after watching me
take care of the first two guys, he would want some relief.

"No thank you," he said politely. "My slut will see to my needs soon
enough." He then looked over and picked out two more guys. They had started
to line up having seen the first two guys just get serviced. Word was
definitely making its way around the store because the theater starting
quickly filling up.

I explained to my next two partners that they were just supposed to sit
back and let me stroke them. They were not to touch me and when they came,
they had to do it on my girls. I think that part was self-explanatory as I
had cum dripping down my chest. Both men seemed OK with my restrictions. As
I said before, who wouldn't want a beautiful woman stroking them off?

I don't think anybody was watching the movie. They were all focused on me
and formed a circle much like they had with the woman I saw getting
fucked. The guy in the center of the semi-circle of fans in front of me
pulled his rigid cock out and became stroking it himself. He asked if I
wanted to suck it. I shook me head no. He started to become a little irate
and called me a slut complaining he was being left out. That upset me. I
didn't mind when Master James called me a slut, or worse, but I was his
slut not this guy's slut. I contemplated asking the management for help,
but I was affectively trapped surrounded by guys and didn't know how to
signal them. Fortunately JP was watching and took matters into his own
hands. With a simple verbal rebuke and wave of his hand, the other guys
responded and forcibly moved him to the outside of the circle. One went as
far as to explain, "The woman said no. Take that little cock to a video
booth, dickhead." That made me happy. I wanted to suck my JP's cock right
then and there for protecting me, but I felt both cocks in my hands swell
so I redirected my attention back to my task.

There was a loud cheer as two more loads of spunk adorned my tits. My pussy
was on fire and I really needed to touch it. But I was scared to do that
surrounded by strangers. Even though they had protected me from one bad
apple, if I changed my rules now, I wasn't sure how they would react.

The scene repeated itself two more times. I got two extra hand jobs in
beyond my instructions. I figured JP would report back to James (or that he
was secretly watching) that I was a good sub. After each time a pair of
guys hosed me down, I again begged JP for his cock, but he continued to
deny me. My vibrator turned on and off occasionally adding to my arousal
and need for something more than a hand job. And that is the story of how I
became sandwiched between two strangers in an adult theater covered in
cum. It was pretty amazing Friday night. But after guys seven and eight
left their sticky gifts on my chest, JP told me that was enough and to
follow him.

Without waiting for a reply or saying another word, he got up and walked
out of the theater.

"I need a break guys," I announced and then stood up. Needless to say they
were disappointed. I started to head for the door. Behind me I could hear I
was being followed. I suppose I should have been flattered, but it was also
a bit creepy. I did as I had been told and didn't button up my blouse. It
was going to be obvious to everyone that I had multiple loads shot on me. I
felt like a whore. And I liked it. This was so far removed from my
professional life. I should have been humiliated, and I was, but I also
felt more alive than I ever had before. My eyes were shocked by the bright
lights of the store area. I had to stop briefly to shield my face and let
them adjust. I imagined the conga line of horny guys walking into me when I
stopped unexpectedly, but they didn't. After a few seconds I began to get
my bearings again. When I looked toward the store I saw a beautiful blond
at the counter. She was talking to the guys behind the counter and
definitely looked like she had been there before. I could see she was
wearing fuck me heels, but she also had on a long coat so I couldn't see
what she was wearing underneath. She also had a hard plastic sided, wheeled
case she was pulling behind her. I guessed she was bringing her own party
to the theater.

I noticed JP had stopped and was admiring her. As she approached us she
stood in front of him and unzipped her coat. I was in awe as she began to
display her charms. True, she was probably in her forties, but her body was
tight with abs to die for. She obviously worked out a lot. You may wonder
how I could make such as assessment so quickly and it was simple. No she
was not naked under the coat. But then again she wasn't wearing much
either. Her clothes must have been custom made for her. It fit that
well. It was red leather. She had on this tiny micro mini red skirt with
integrated garters. If she bent over at all, the world would see her
charms. She also had on red fishnet stocking on her beautifully toned
legs. The heels certainly aided her calves, although I doubt they needed
it. On top she wore what looked like a running shirt that cradled her
breasts and ended just below them. Only instead of spandex, it was red
leather to match the skirt. She looked like sex incarnate. JP was the first
to speak.

"You're late. You're going to be punished for that."

She looked like a cat that swallowed the canary. She had obviously been
late on purpose. He spoke again.

"Slut, meet Susan. She's James' new property and this is her first time
here."

The woman looked me up and down. I couldn't get a read on her whether he
was happy to have another woman at the theater or mad that I just drained a
bunch of the guys she was counting on being hard. I wasn't sure if I should
hug her, kiss her, shake her hand or wave. I decided to kiss her cheek and
began to move toward her. She immediately began to back away and put up her
hand.

"It's nice to meet you Susan, but I don't do fluids. You might want to
rethink that," she told me. She wasn't exactly scolding me, but she was
particularly nice either. She was making her point forcefully.

"It's what Master James wanted," I told her.

"I get that," she replied. "Did JP at least give you gloves?"

"Yes he did," I said proudly wanting her to be pleased with him.

"Follow us slut," JP told her. "I need to get Susan setup in back." Then he
looked at me. "I assume you want to continue and not go home, don't you?" I
just nodded my head.

The blonde pulled her wheeled case behind her as she followed us toward the
back. My entourage from the theater also followed. I continued to feel a
combination of humiliation and liberation as I walked cum covered back
toward the video booths and beyond. My vibe turned on and that helped tell
me I was doing the right thing. I've never been in a video booth before and
I wondered if I would before the night was over. I realized I was
disappointed that the manager told me the glory holes had been covered. I
suddenly realized I would have liked to experience that. I didn't see my
Sir in the hallway and I didn't want to knock on each booth searching for
him so I continued toward the back. I peeked in the steam room. There were
three naked men sitting in there. They waved for me to join them, but I
didn't. I just politely said, "Not now."

I looked down the hall at the private rooms. There were a couple guys
standing outside one of the doors. They seemed to be listening to what was
going on inside. That was a bit creepy. When they noticed me looking at
them, they started walking toward me. That made me really nervous as I was
far back in the store and possibly on my own. I turned and walked past the
steam room again and the three naked guys were now standing and walking
toward the locker room as well.

I had a train of nine guys, three naked, three who had been perving to
someone else in a private room and the three from the theater following me
as I reached the larger room with the built in bench seating. JP introduced
me to another man whose name was Tony. He then told me Tony would also
watch over me and protect me. I was free to leave at any time, but that
Tony would be reporting to Master James just as he (JP) was going to
do. Surprisingly, that didn't really bother me. What did bother me, at
least a bit, was the presence of a serving tray holding a plastic cup and a
box of condoms. But just then, a wave of preorgasm washed over me. The vibe
had been on longer this time. I had not realized it because I had been
preoccupied walking through the place and begin nervous about the guys
following me. But now that I had stopped moving (the vibe had nestled in
just the right spot as well) the sensations caught up to me. Then it
stopped. I exclaimed, "Fuck!" for no apparent reason. I looked at JP with
pleading eyes as he instructed the assemblage.

"This beautiful tramp has already satisfied many tonight. But her presence
here means she is willing to do more in order to be allowed to cum. You
will be the beneficiaries. Here are the rules. Everybody will drop their
pants and sit on the upper level of the bench. Nobody says a bad word about
her or Tony will kick you out. Yes she is a slut, but you will treat her
with respect or you will be gone. You will be patient and she will get to
you. She is going to suck off the first guy and get him hard. He will then
fuck her from behind while she gets the next guy ready. You will wear
condoms when you fuck her! You will not cum in her mouth! If you can't
control yourself when she blows you, pull out and fill the cup. Anybody who
shoots in her mouth or anywhere but the cup, will answer to me." I watched
as he held up the plastic cup.

"You can fuck her until you cum. You will then take off the condom and
drain your load into the cup. You are then done. You can stick around and
watch, but nobody gets seconds. If you are able to jerk another load into
the cup, that is fine, but she isn't going to touch you. Are the rules
understood and accepted?"

I wasn't surprised that all the guys said yes and began scrambling for the
bench. JP told me to have fun and then walked over to his own slut and put
is arm around her waist possessively. I turned Tony and pointed toward the
guy who had gotten physical with the loud mouth in the theater in my
defense. "I want him to go first. He was my hero in the theater," I
said. Tony pointed at the grateful guy and promoted him to the front of the
line. He then took off his own pants. "I go first, but he can get the first
blowjob." And that is how my first gangbang began.

In front of the nine other guys lined up to use me, I got on my knees and
sucked Tony to full hardness before he put me on the first level of the
bench and I began sucking my hero. I was beyond caring what anybody thought
of me. I was just holes to be used for their pleasure and I loved it. Tony
flipped up my skirt and took down my panties. Not off, just down on my
thighs. He also made a big show of displaying the remote vibe that had been
teasing me for so long. The guys loved that. Then he penetrated me. God how
good he felt inside of me. I'd been dreaming of getting a cock inside me
all night and now it was finally happening. I groaned in pleasure from his
first stroke.

"Our toy this evening is not allowed to cum until she has permission," he
told the guys. "If she is getting too close, I may have to have you stop
until she calms down. Don't worry though, she's not leaving until you all
cum." That brought a cheer. I had my doubts I could hold off my climax that
long, but I was pretty sure Tony and JP had a plan to make sure I did. My
hero was hard as a rock by this point. I was hoping he could hold off and
got to fuck me. Fortunately Tony could tell what I was thinking. He pulled
out even though he had not shot and told my hero it was his turn. Following
the directions, he put on a condom and I slid down the row to the next
guy. He was already hard having been stroking himself. I figured he
probably would be the first guy to use the cup and I wasn't wrong. My hero
filled his condom right behind him though. I guess seeing the other guy cum
was too much for him. I felt empty having just been fucked by two guys as
hero pulled out. He took the cup from the quick shooter and squeezed his
contribution out of the condom. I moved down to guy three. I sensed Tony
moving back behind me. And as the new cock moved past my lips, I felt his
cock slide back into my pussy. I was in heaven.

This continued for about forty minutes. Two more of the guys came before
they got the chance to fuck me, but both managed to deposit in the
cups. Tony fucked me three more times when there was a lull in the actions
and my cunt was empty. But each time, he stopped when one of the other guys
was ready. Only once did he have to stop the action to calm me down. I was
happy about that. I'd come this far. I wanted my reward to orgasm on their
terms and to prove I was a good sub. When finally the last guy was pounding
away at me I knew my reward would be soon. I finally had a chance to look
around since my mouth was not full of cock. Several other men had joined us
and were watching. I'm sure they assumed I'd take them on next, but Tony
was having none of that. It was the original nine and that was all. When
number nine finally bust his nut and drained his condom, I was thrilled to
see what was next. Tony grabbed me firmly by the hair and pulled me to the
floor.

"This slut has earned her reward. She will now masturbate for our viewing
pleasure. Anyone who can cum in the next five minutes is welcome to jerk
off on her, but after that I will give her permission to cum and the show
will be over. Susan, rub your clit. If you cum too soon, everyone here will
get to spank you and I am sure Master James will make sure it will be your
last orgasm for quite a while. Begin."

Instantly my hand was on my pussy. I had mixed emotions how many guys I
wanted stroking themselves. It wasn't a surprise that my new admirers all
had their hands on their cocks since they missed the earlier fun. I also
wasn't surprised that JP had his slut kneeling in front of me jerking off
two guys. I noticed she had on her own latex gloves. I was a bit surprised
hero was jacking himself quickly as well. He had fucked me good and I
figured he would be spent. Mr. quick shooter number two was furiously
grabbing his cock rubbing up and down in an effort to coax another load
from his balls. That wasn't a surprise and I assumed he would succeed. Tony
counted down the minutes. I felt a hot sticky blast on my face. The
sensation went straight to my pussy and I had to stop rubbing for fear of
climaxing. I noticed JP's slut had a new cock in her grip. Then there was a
second blast. And then a third. It was obvious once the first guy came,
everybody else would soon follow. I felt eight loads hit my face to match
the eight dried on my tits from the theater. Then Tony announced five
minutes was up. He then told me to cum.

My right hand began to rub my clit with fury. My left hand found my right
nipple and began pinching it hard. Tony gave me a bit of final humiliation
to send me over the edge. "You are a cum covered whore and will do anything
for an orgasm, aren't you?" he asked. To this day I don't know if it was
rhetorical but I was in no position to answer. I was on the edge
desperately trying to crash over.

"When you cum I am going to christen you with the nine loads in the
cup. You are going to walk proudly out of here looking and smelling like a
harbor whore at low tide. You are not going to wash or even wipe your
face. You are a slut and sluts need to display their reward. Do you
understand?"

My hand was flying on my clit as the first waves of orgasm washed over
me. "Yes Sir. I understand," I managed to exclaim breathlessly. "May I cum
now?"

"You may cum, you beautiful cum-dump," he replied.

My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt the jizz from glass being
poured into my hair and dripped down my forehead. That only turned me on
more. I don't know how many men were watching my wanton display, but I
didn't care. I rode my fingers to the hardest and longest orgasm I had ever
experienced until my body was completely drained of strength and
emotion. Then I heard Tony announce that the show was over. He then helped
me to my feet. His cock was tucked away, but I could tell hit was still
hard in his pants. I feebly reached out and cupped his cock through his
pants.

"You didn't cum, Sir," I whispered. "Can I take care of you?" He smiled at
me.

"Not tonight. You've had enough. I'm sure JP's slut will take care of
me. Go home and wait for James to contact you. He'll want to hear in your
own words what happened here. Tell him I will send a recap later."

I wanted to kiss him, but I assumed he didn't want my cum covered lips
touching his. He did reach out and grab the bottom of my blouse. He pulled
it up and tied it in a knot exposing a bit of my belly above my skirt and
making sure my crusty tits were on display.

"No touching yourself and no cleaning up until you get permission," he
reminded me. I nodded. "You did very well tonight, Susan. James will be
very proud of you. I look forward to using you again." Again I could only
nod. My capacity for rational thought was gone. Seemingly as an
afterthought he said, "Don't forget to clean up after yourself. Take the
tray to the front desk on your way out."

I looked down at the tray with nine used condoms and an overturned cup of
jizz. Tony had added a final humiliation for me and I loved him for it. The
other remaining guys did not make any crude comments or attempt to stop
me. I felt a strange bond with them even though they were strangers. If I
had the energy I might have stayed, but I was exhausted. On wobbly legs I
started walking back toward the front of the store.

Other guys I had not seen were standing around the video booths. I decided
not to be nervous or embarrassed and own my new look and status as a
fucktoy and cum-dump-whore. In a way, carrying the tray was a badge of
honor. JP and his slut followed me up front, on the way to the theater I
assumed. I noticed she was now wearing a collar and cuffs to go with her
sexy red outfit. As we reached the front, she took the tray and handed to a
guy standing near us and gawking. "Go throw this crap away," she told him
and he immediately complied. Then she whispered in my ear. "I really want
to play with you. Tell your master we need one of his special
parties. Welcome to the 15th Avenue family."

Again I wanted to hug her or kiss her or do anything with her. But I
didn't. I remembered what she told me about her aversion to fluids and
since I had at least sixteen additional loads dumped on me since I first
saw her, I figured now was not the time to touch her.

Before I could respond she turned around and headed back into the
theater. I was stunned and disoriented. I shook my head a couple of
times. I watched her ass wiggle as she walked away. It was bright red. She
had obviously been spanked during my gangbang. Or worse. She also was a
furry tail. I'd seen those on the Internet. She had been talking to me
while wearing a butt plug. Here I was covered in cum and she had just been
plugged and spanked and yet it seemed like the most natural thing in the
world. I then walked back past the counter. The same two guys were there as
when I came in. "Hurry back and see us again," the younger one told me. I
walked out to the sound of applause from an unknown number of guys. Once in
the safety of my car, I masturbated myself as the cum dried in my hair and
on my face. I didn't care if I was earning a new punishment. I needed to
orgasm again. The craving to submit was too strong to ignore as I imagined
what a Master James' special party might be. I was sure I was wrong, but I
pictured myself being used by even more men and probably some women. I
didn't leave for about an hour. The first thirty minutes were spent cumming
over and over. The second half hour was spent gathering the strength to
drive safely. I was also trying to think of what I would say to John if he
had gotten home early. It was late and I was cutting the timing close.