Fantasy Fiction: The surprise party, part 3

Trembling, I do as I'm told. My hands quake visibly as I unbutton Mister's jeans and slide his fly open, careful not to bring our skin into contact. That my fear and humiliation are on display only makes me shake harder, and tears prick at my eyes. I keep my head down and eyes lowered to hide my shame, but of course I will be expected to show myself when Jill takes him into her mouth.

My heart slams in my chest, and the blood seems to be going directly to my crotch. It throbs, and I feel a trickle of lust ooze between my lips, spilling onto my thigh.

This is all very, very confusing.

Mister's member falls out between his zipper, bobbing like a diving board and just as hard. I can practically feel the heat radiating from it.

"I'd like my shirt off, too, Patty." He holds out a hand to help me to my feet, then turns slightly so I must work from behind him. Roxy taps Jill on her head, and she immediately swivels from her mistress's wet cunt to position herself in front of Mister, out of view. He watches what I cannot. I see only his eyes close, his chest heave, hear the sigh leave his lips. He raises his arms for me to pull his shirt over his head.

I stand obediently behind, clutching his shirt to my chest, smelling his cologne, seeing him reach to hold Jill's head as he continues to sigh. I feel high, as if a dose of acid has just kicked in. The room tilts and colors swirl.

"Stanley, do you mind if I direct? That way you can relax, observe and enjoy," Roxy murmurs. "If I order anything you don't like, just say so and it will stop immediately - my pets will obey any cease and desist order you give."

Mister assents. "That's fine."

Roxy pushes her boys off her boobs and hops down from her perch. She runs a hand over Mister's chest and torso. "I hope it's alright if I play, too?"

Her smile is intoxicating, and it's all for him. I can hardly believe I am witnessing him reflect the same smile back to her, nodding, leaning toward her. She takes his mouth with hers, sucking his lips, tracing them with her tongue. Her breasts brush his bicep.

My body flashes hot and cold, as if alternating currents were being pumped through my veins again and again. If only I could pass out. Anything to end this.

An arm draped across Mister's chest, Roxy turns her attention to me. Her eyes are not malicious, but they pierce straight through me. My tears spill over. There is nothing I can do.

She steps toward me and places a hand on the side of my neck, then traces it slowly down my chest, gently fondling a breast through the soft fabric of my dress. She steps closer so that our torsos touch, my belly rounded into hers, and moves her face next to mine. "You're being a very, very good girl, Patty," she whispers, barely audible. She caresses my swollen stomach. "He's going to be very proud of you."

Roxy tenderly kisses the corner of my face, where the ear meets the jaw and neck. Goose bumps radiate from this focal point, racing down my back to my feet. She brings her free hand to the spot she kissed, cradling my head, then runs the other down the underside of my baby-bulge to my soaking twat.

"I think she likes our game, Stanley," Roxy says. Mister's ass is thrusting softly, fucking Jill's mouth, but he turns his head at the sound of Roxy's voice. She slips her fingers into his mouth, and he sucks on my wetness.

"Mmmm, that's my sweet beast," he hums. "Bring her where I can see her."

Roxy steps around with me, her hand laced over my cunt. She pets my hair as I stare at Jill swallowing Mister whole, again and again. The sides of her face are still wet with Roxy's juice, and her own saliva spills out over Mister's balls and thighs.

"Look at your master," Roxy tells me, fingers circling my clitoris, but I can't take my eyes off of Jill. Roxy prods, "Don't be afraid to see him enjoying himself. Look at his face. He deserves to be worshiped and adored. See him receiving what he deserves."

It takes everything I have to look at his face while another woman is devouring him below. He is there waiting for me, eyes steady and clear and the same as they've always been. They still feel like mine. I lean on Roxy, who feels so strong and firm. She dips a finger into me, toys briefly with my G-spot, then strokes my whole pussy with the palm of her hand.

"Why don't you come for Daddy?" she says, kissing my shoulder. "Don't you think he would like that? Let's let him see you come all over my hand while he's getting his cock sucked. Wouldn't that be a nice treat?"

With an arm around the small of my back, she presses her cunt against my thigh. She smacks my pussy a few times, then sets to rubbing, just right, across my clit. Everything - the pain, the excitement, the terror, settles into my loins. "Come for Daddy, little beast." She rubs herself into my hip, hot and wet, and I grab her shoulder as I feel the explosion rush up like a geyser. With one last look at Mister, I throw my head back and cry out.

Spent, I slide to my knees at Roxy's feet. She pets my head, licking a finger or two and offering the rest to Mr. Stanley. There is a scattered applause from behind, where we've attracted a small gathering of onlookers. That's a fresh twist, and pleasantly welcome - applause after orgasm.

"That's my girl," beams Mister. His approval, so distinct and public, is like being welcomed in from the cold. I've done well - I've been a good slave. For the first time I feel like I belong in this scene. "I think you've earned a chance to blow me, Pet. Slide over here."

My turn? A few moments before I wanted to die, but now I feel like a treasure. I crawl up next to Jill, who respectfully releases Mister's cock and sits back on her heels. I snatch the opportunity to scope her out. She is exquisite, but the jealous sting recedes when she offers a shy smile and yields to me. She's just doing her job, after all. I can't hate her because she's good at it.

It appears she is very good - Mister's willy is as fresh and strong as morning wood. I open wide and let him plunge in, which he does with vigor. With so much to prove, I open as never before. He must be able to fuck my face as he's done hers, and more so, or I don't think I'll be able to live with myself. I think about how much I love him, how lucky I am that he has brought me here, how much I want to show Roxy what I can do. I realize I want her respect almost as much as I want his, and I soften my throat.

Perhaps to acknowledge my effort, Mister pulls out and slaps my face. Proud to receive this demonstration of ownership, I look up to show him my gratitude. He slaps me again with a smile, then grips my face between his hands and pulls my mouth back over him. I follow his direction and bob while he pumps. It's a bit harder to maintain at this angle, but I force my thoughts away from the jabbing at the back of my mouth, and loosen again.

Roxy is stroking my ass thoughtfully. She takes a small paddle from her back pocket and begins swatting my cheeks, pussy and thighs. As I cream, she smears it around the area with a finger.

"Jack 1," she calls, and one of her boy slaves looks up from the counter, where he and the third sub have been stroking each other contentedly. "Come here and help me with Patty."

Jack 1 slinks over, erection wagging, leaving the last sub to stroke alone. "Stanley," says Roxy, "May we take Patty back? I have some things in mind for her. In the meantime, Jill is at your disposal. Please do whatever you like."

"I can't wait to see," he says. Roxy loops a finger through the ring at the back off my collar and pulls me off him. I waddle backwards, and this latest bomb of unpredictability hurls me back into turmoil. What will he do with her? Surely he'll not expect me to absorb more than I already have tonight? Fuck, this has almost killed me. He must know that. He saw my tears. Didn't he?

He grabs a handful of her hair and holds her face next to his boner. "No sucking," he says. "Just lick, like a dog. Lick all of Patty's spit, and don't miss what's dribbled down to my ass." She hops to the task, lapping at  him. "Slow down - nice, long strokes, you little whore."

I don't like his tone. He's getting geared up, and my nerves stand on end.

I feel a stiffy against my ass as Jack 1 finishes undressing me from behind, pulling my dress up over my head. My swollen breasts flop down, heavy like the udders they will be in a few months' time. I'm embarrassed by my large, dark nipples; I feel more exposed this way than I would if I had my real body.

Roxy strokes them softly, while Jack 1 toys with my cunt. "This is a special treat," she says, as if reading my mind. "It's not often we get to play with someone who looks like you."

Mister turns to lean on the counter, slipping his jeans down so Jill can clean his rear. "Be very thorough," he instructs. "I want to taste my ass on your face when you're done." Jill obediently continues her long strokes up his beautiful cheeks, up the soft crevice between them. "Mmm, that's good, stay there. You can suck again, now." Jill buries her face.

"Jack 2, come," calls Roxy. The remaining sub slips around Mister and Jill, and takes his place at Roxy's side, in front of me. His dick dangles before my nose, slightly purplish in color with bulging veins and a bulbous, rounded head. Roxy tears the paddle across my ass. "What are you waiting for, slut?"

To be continued ...