Almost eye to eye with my six foot four fiance, I stammered in confusion and panic, attempting to tug my wrist from his iron grip. He smiled wolfishly, and said, in the wicked voice he used when I misbehaved,
"Slave, we have guests. Make sure they're comfortable. Get them something to drink."
Calmed by the domineering tone I was so used to in unfamiliar situations, I relaxed my struggle, and he dropped my wrist as I flicked my eyes from person to person. Three of N's closest friends were eye-fucking me as they stood in the living room. B, notorious womaniser and connoisseur of sexy women, looked me over, eyes catching again and again on my milky tits, dotted with freckles and lifted to the heavens. He smiled at me in a predatory fashion, and brushed past me to go sit down, sliding a hand against my silk covered leg as he did so. D stood dumbfounded, mouth slightly ajar, with clear respect in his eyes as he looked at N.
"Fuck, man. Just... Fuck. You have the sexiest fucking chick."
He also walked to the sofa, giving me a respectful berth, but I felt his eyes affix to my ass, as I stood stock-still, a deer in headlights as I turned my eyes to W. At first glance, the black man seemed ferocious, standing six foot three, powerfully built, with a piercing gaze. However, I had long known that he was a self-defined teddy bear, which he proved by steadfastly keeping his eyes above my neck, though I could see the will power it took him to do so. His muscles bulged as he stood tense in the doorway.
"Hey Mrs. M. How's it going?"
He got out, ever the gentleman. N laughed loudly at this, as did the two behind me, but I got out a quavering response. This seemed to satisfy him, and he lumbered over to the sofa with the others. N came to me and kissed me deeply, pulling my hair as his other hand groped my pale ass. I felt my anxiety seep away as I got caught up in the heat of his mouth on mine. All too soon, he ended the kiss with a swat to my ass and a gentle push towards the bar.
The men called out orders as they reclined, eyes following my every move. I made each drink, and brought them over one by one, hands trembling slightly as I kneeled before them to deliver their drinks. Each man had different reactions. D smirked and tipped his drink to me in salute, B "accidentally" spilled some on my chest, then watched in fascination as the liquid ran down my skin, W muttered a thank you, eyes looking slightly glazed as he watched my sinuous movements, and N pulled me into his lap and had me drain his glass. A rosy glow flowed through my limbs almost immediately, aided no doubt by my racing heart, and he stroked my cheek tenderly, oblivious to the envious stares he was receiving as I leaned in to the caress and purred in pleasure.
I pushed myself up reluctantly and made him another drink. I then stood, unsure, while they laughed and chattered. With a roll of his eyes, N told me to drop into sub pose, which I immediately did. B made a crack about a well-trained dog, with a nod towards my collar. It was clear all three were green with envy. I sat submissively between his legs, getting up only occasionally to refill someone's glass. As the men got progressively drunker, they started to take more liberties with me. D pulled my hair, B squeezed my tits, and W, surprisingly, took a firm hold of my ass, blushing as he did so. N smiled indulgently, and I returned to him. He toyed idly with my hair while they talked, and I felt myself beginning to relax.
"Want to play a card game?"
The wickedness in N's voice sent a visible shudder through my body, and all three men sat up, completely at attention. They settled on a game of poker, with a twist. N announced, with a perverse grin, that the winner of each round could use me how they saw fit until the end of the next round.
"This way," he explained, "everyone will get a fair turn."
He beckoned me over to the table where he was shuffling.
"Here, I'll show you how it works, then after this round it's open season on my slutty little puppy. Now suck my cock, slave."
Obediently, I unzipped his pants, pulling them down to reveal his rock-hard cock as he looked at me appreciatively. With barely controlled frenzy, I swallowed his cock, gagging as I tried to fit it in and licking and sucking as I moaned lustfully. In the background, I heard B mutter,
"That's so fuckin unfair."
They gathered around the table as I diligently swallowed my Daddy's cock, swirling my soft tongue around. He did his best to maintain his composure, but every now and again he would grip the table, stutter, and moan. No one paid any attention to the poker game, all looking on in jealous fascination as I worshipped N's huge cock, nibbling and sucking on it with relish. Absentmindedly, they played, and D won the first round, looking surprised and apprehensive. Gently pulling me off his dick, N said,
"What do you say?"
"Thank you Master."
I purred, grinning with satisfaction at the sight of his swollen cock. With this, he turned and said,
"D! Come claim your prize."
With my heels on, I towered over D, my tits eye level with him. He didn't seem to mind, and followed N's example. I sucked him under the table as he tangled his big hands in my hair, pulling me deeper on his cock. It was hairy and thick, but not very long. All the same, my throat began to ache at the force of his thrusts. He fucked my face in earnest, and the poker game began to heat up as the men realised what the stakes were. N won the second round, to a chorus of boos. I stood up, wincing at the ache in my jaw, and walked over to N. He grabbed my hair tightly and said,
"Now slut, you were very rude to D just now. Remember your manners."
Embarrassed, I turned to Danny and said,
"Thank you, sir, for fucking my face."
"Believe me, it was my pleasure."
He leered as the others laughed. With a devilish grin, N pulled down my underwear, revealing my dripping wet pussy, and dropped to his knees, licking and sucking and probing my overly sensitised pussy as I clung to his hair for dear life. He shoved two fingers deep in me as he licked my clit, and I squeaked out my first orgasm of the night, wobbling unsteadily on my heels. Face covered in my cum, he ordered me to lick his fingers clean, watching me hungrily, his cock looking almost painfully hard.
"Thank you Master, for letting me cum."
I said hastily at his warning look. By this point, all the men were shifting uncomfortably in their seats, pressing down on their erections as they imagined what they would do when they won. W won next, and, with his friends egging him on, pulled me over his lap, caressing and squeezing my ass, his rough hands sending shivers up my spine. I felt his cock dig into me, and felt my pussy clench in response. His cock was huge, and evidently rock hard for me. He flipped me so I was straddling his lap, and my pussy began to drip all over his jeans. He licked and bit my neck, grabbing my tits as he hit his stride. I couldn't help but grind on him, and he growled in approval, grabbing my waist with big hands and rubbing me back and forth against the rough fabric of his jeans. Remembering my manners, I choked out,
"Th-Thank you sir, f-for using my body sir."
D won again, and B looked on mutinously while D, inspired by W, started spanking me, then, after having me lick and soak one of his thick fingers, spread my ass cheeks and shoved his finger knuckle deep in my anus.
"Now say thank you, slut."
Gone were the reserved, nervous men that had entered, replaced by power-hungry animals, desperate to fuck their cum into me. I winced as he finger-fucked my ass, spinning his digit around in my nervously-clamped anus.
"Thank you... Sir... For... Ah, fuck.... For fucking my ass with yourrrrrrr oooooh big, fucking fingerrrrr."
I moaned, writhing around on his lap. With a triumphant cheer, B stood from the table.
"You're mine, slut. Get over here."
To my relief, D extricated his finger, and gently pushed me off him. I wobbled to B, who responded by bending me over the table. The poker game stopped in its tracks and B yanked his pants down, and, in one quick motion, buried himself to the hilt in my pussy.
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