Each of them has their own individual kinks – Part 3

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Mr Stroker laid a hand upon my shoulder and gently stroked up and down my arm.  His touch light yet reassuring.  It was just what I needed.  “My poor little one,” he soothed.  “Your poor little body so mistreated by all those big men.”  His words surprised me, but his touch continued to relax me, his hands now following the outline of my neck and collar bone.

Next over my breasts, not groping or teasing, just the feather light touch of his palm running over them.  “My little girl’s special parts all sore now and needing Daddy to make them feel better.”  My body tensed slightly at his choice of words, but his hands remained soothing yet sensual.

His hands ran down lower, gently patting at my stomach and tracing the curve of my waist and hips and thighs.  They brushed over my pussy, not parting my pussy lips, just stroking over the top.  He saw me looking up at him and he smiled.  “Don’t worry, Daddy isn’t going to touch his little girl’s private parts.”  His hands caressed the outside of my pussy lips again and then worked their way back up my body again.

He paused as he reached my face, gently stroking my hair and my cheeks.  “Such a pretty little face.”  He moved around to the head of the table and encouraged me to shift up the table towards him.  Still stroking my face, he continued, “Such a pretty little girl for Daddy.”

His hands slipped under my arms, and he pulled me even higher up the table so my head lolled off the end.  “Daddy’s going to give his little girl a special treat.” 

He unzipped his jeans, exposing himself to me.  Shifting position, he bought his balls to rest upon my face and slowly rubbed them back and forth across it.  I could smell the scent of him, felt as if he was marking me with his scent.  A hint of humiliation built at having my face rubbed with his balls.

Moving slightly, he bought the tip of his cock close to my mouth.  “Look how excited Daddy is for his little girl.  He has made some special juices just for you.  Do you want to taste Daddy’s special juices little one?”

I nodded and went to stick my tongue out.

“Use your words little one.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” he raised one eyebrow at me.

“Yes Daddy.  I want to taste your special juices, Daddy.”  It was a word I always struggled to use in a sexual context, but I knew it was exactly what he needed to hear.

“Good girl,” he smiled and pushed his cock closer.

I stuck out my tongue and lapped the drops of pre cum from the head of his cock.

“Does that taste good little one.”

I paused, “Yes Daddy”.

“Good girl.  Now open a bit wider so Daddy can give you more of your treat.”

I opened my mouth wider and he pushed his cock in.  He slide about half of his shaft in and out of my mouth, stimulating the tip and letting it become wet with my saliva.

“I bet my little girl likes taking Daddy’s special treat in her mouth.”

All I could do was moan my agreement around my mouthful of cock.

His hips started to thrust, and he pushed in deeper, starting to hit the back of my throat.

“Say aaaaah for me little girl, open that throat up for Daddy.”

I did as requested, and as my throat opened he thrust into it.  I started to gag around his cock and pulled away slightly.

He stroked my hair again.  “I know Daddy’s dick is very big and it is a lot for his little girl to take, but let’s keep trying little one.  Daddy will help you.”

His hand tightened in my hair, so he could take more control.  He held my head in place and started to fuck my throat more vigorously, deeper, harder, pausing with his cock fully in, seeing my throat bulge, watching me start to gag, pulling out just as a I started to choke, leaving drools of my slobber dripping from his cock. 

Throughout he continued his comments, “Such a good girl for Daddy”; “I know you are loving Daddy’s special treat”; “Being a clever little girl for Daddy.”  An endless stream about Daddy and his little girl.  Despite everything my body had taken, his cock down my throat and his naughty words, were turning me on once more.  My nipples tightening again, my pussy becoming slick once more.

His comments became more filthy, lewder, his thrusts became more relentless, his moans more animalistic, and then he exploded.  He pulled his cock from my mouth and let the ropes of cum coat my face and my breasts.  He groaned as he expelled the final spurt.

He sighed and looked at the sight before him.  “My little girl looks so beautiful,” he breathed.  “Make sure you don’t wipe any of that off,” and he patted my closed pussy lips affectionately before leaving the room.

I lay there for a moment, catching my breathe, trying to ignore the pulsing growing between my legs and wondering what an absolute state I must look.  As I lay there, I realised there was one task I could put off no longer and that I needed to go and find Tom again.  I groaned inwardly at the prospect but knew I had no choice.

I could hear the men’s voices in the upstairs sitting room and headed there.  The men stopped talking as I entered, taking in the vision of my cum coated face and upper body, my messed up hair, the dried cum on my thighs.

“You look like you have been having a fun day,” my Master observed playfully.  “Are you okay?” he asked, genuine compassion entering his voice.

“Yes, thank you Master,” I replied, appreciating his concern.  “I came to find Tom please Master.”

“Aaaaah, of course,” he grinned.  “Tom, I think this young lady may have a request for you.”

Tom stood up and strode towards me.  “Can I help you?” he smiled.

“Please Sir, I need to pee Sir.”

He nodded.

The other men watched as he moved around me.  One hand placed on my stomach just where my bladder lay, the other found my urethra.  He pressed and probed appraisingly.

“I think you can wait a little longer,” he concluded.

I was taken aback by his words.

“Drink this,” he proffered another glass of water.  “Now stand here in the middle of the room, legs apart, hands clasped behind your back, no talking.  I will examine you again in ten minutes.”

“But Sir…,” I began.

“I said no talking.  The time is now fifteen minutes.  Argue some more if you wish to make it twenty.”

I bit back my retort and regretted my earlier brattish behaviour in front of him.  He sat down and engaged the other men in conversation again.

I stood there, fuming inside, but trying to remain still and quiet.  Maintaining my position just made me more conscious of my needs.

The humiliation of being made to stand naked while the men talked and I waited for permission to pee fuelled my arousal.

Finally, the fifteen minutes was up, and Tom returned to me.  His hands took up their regular position again, this time pressing extra hard on my swollen bladder.  I winced and tightened my muscles.  “Oh, much better,” he exclaimed gleefully.  “Now she really needs to pee.”

The other men laughed encouragingly.  I bristled with embarrassment.

“And I even have a little surprise for you, my Pee Pet,” Tom continued and went to rustle around in his bag.

My heart sank wondering what it could be and doubting it would a surprise I would be pleased with.

He re-appeared with a collar and leash.  I saw a glance and a nod pass between Tom and my Master, who was enjoying the joviality of the scene.

“Down on all fours,” Tom commanded.  I fought back my desire to roll my eyes, knowing further punishments or delays would probably ensue.  Instead, I adopted the required position.  I immediately felt the increased urgency this posture applied to my bladder.  Tom smiled at me in recognition of what I had just discovered and fastened the collar around my neck.

He tugged on my leash.  “You better start crawling if you want to make it to the bathroom in time,” he sniggered.

I growled slightly.  “Naughty Pet,” Tom admonished but let it pass as he started to lead me on all fours towards the bathroom.  The rest of the men trailed along behind us, sensing there was fun to spectate.  Fortunately, or unfortunately as I now felt, my en-suite bathroom was large enough for all the men to enter.

Tom hastened me into the spacious shower cubicle and stepped in beside me.  A pull on the leash encouraged me to stand upright.  “Same position as before please,” he requested.

I spread my legs and clasped my hands behind my back.  Tom completed his checks once more, again pressing hard on my bladder and making my desire to pee almost overwhelming.

“Please,” I asked.

Tom shook his head.  “Nope, not yet.”

I bit at my lower lip, trying to contain the urge.  I hated him for not allowing me, but the feeling of his control was a strong aphrodisiac for me.

He reached between my legs and starting strumming his fingers back and forth over my urethra opening and clit.  It was a highly erotic combination.  He continued to strum and rub, my hips started to rock in time.

I was being swept away with the delicious throngs of arousal but it was also dangerously increasing my need to pee.  An elixir of pleasure and struggle.

“Please Sir,” I murmured again.

“You may pee as soon as you have climaxed,” Tom enunciated slowly and clearly.

My eyes opened wide.  “But I don’t have permission to cum,” I whimpered.

“Then it looks like you won’t be able to pee then.  Climax first, then pee.”

A wave of panic washed over me.  “Please.”

“Of course,” retorted Tom.  “I just told you – climax first and then you have permission to pee.”

He increased the pressure from his fingers and strummed more assertively.

“Oh no,” I cried, knowing what was inevitably going to happen.

“Oh yes,” Tom whispered back.

His fingers worked magically on me, constantly heightening my pleasure, driving me wild with desire.  I glanced at my Master, pleading to him with my eyes.  “May I have permission to cum?” I begged.

“No,” he said firmly.

I shook my head in frustration, in carnal desire, in desperation.  I couldn’t contain myself any longer.  A forbidden but glorious orgasm ripped through me, my body convulsing with the throngs of pleasure.  Having held it back for so long just increased the intensity.

Even as I still trembled with the aftershocks, I opened my eyes and looked at Tom.  “Pee for me,” he breathed huskily, clearly highly aroused.

Regardless, I couldn’t have held back any longer and I relaxed my muscles and let the golden liquid flow onto the floor of the shower.  I could hear Tom inhaling deeply as I did so.

Before I had even finished, my Master began to speak.  “Did you have permission for that orgasm?”

“No Sir.”

“Get down on your knees,” he instructed.

The base of the shower was still wet with my pee but I knew better than to disobey my Master at this stage.

I knelt.  My warm pee feeling disgusting against my lower legs. 

I saw another glance pass between my Master and Tom.  I did not know what it meant but it sent a shiver through me, nonetheless.

“Would you like to administer the punishment, Tom?” Master enquired.

“Oh, yes please,” Tom responded without hesitation.

“Only below her neck – it’s one of her hard limits,” Master stated.

As I computed his words, I realised the implication, understood what the punishment was about to be.

Just as it sunk in, the first stream of Tom’s hot urine hit my body.  He aimed at my breasts and my stomach, across my thighs, between my legs.  He covered my body in his hot liquid, his scent enveloping me.

When he finally stopped, he looked at me.  I could see how incredibly turned on he was.  He reached for his cock and starting wanking it, frantically, desperately, until his cum flowed, coating me as well.

I heard a groan and my head whipped around just in time to see Mr Wonderful Tongue’s hand wrapped around his own cock which was now firing down on me.  Another man finished himself off as well, covering me in thick ropes of his cum.

My body sagged; I wasn’t sure I could take any more.

I heard my Master’s voice.  “If everyone has finished, I think it may be time for you to all take your leave.”

The men agreed and I heard that calls of thanks and appreciation rain down on me before they all left the room and then the front door slammed.

I was finally alone with my Master.  He picked up the shower attachment and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature so it was beautifully warm.  He took his time, gently washing me completely, praising me, checking that I was okay.  When he was satisfied that I was clean, he wrapped me in a big fluffy towel and dried every inch of my body.

Then he picked me up and carried me through to our bedroom.  “You were so wonderful today,” he confirmed as he dropped little kisses all over my body.  “Now your choice – would you like to sleep now or have one final orgasm?”

I was tired but I knew what I wanted.  “I want to be pleasured by you,” I affirmed, the onus on the word you.  He kissed my lips so incredibly tenderly and moved himself to lie above me resting on his elbows.  His cock pushed against my pussy.

“Would this be okay with you?” he asked wolfishly.

I smiled back at him.  “That would be perfect.”  And with exquisite gentleness he entered me and enjoyed me until bringing me to the sweetest, most delicious climax.  Then he held me tight as I fell asleep in his arms, my head a wild and happy cacophony of everything that had happened that day.