Chapter 2: Mr. Hemming Joins In
The echoes of their passionate encounter still lingered in the small living room as I looked down at my trembling hands, my mind racing with the whirlwind of emotions that had just swept through him. The smell of sex and the faint trace of Mr. Thompson's cologne permeated the air, a stark contrast to the sterile, luxurious atmosphere of the country club. I could feel the warmth of Mr. Thompson's body, the memory of his touch still fresh on my skin. The fireplace crackled softly, casting shadows on the polished wood paneling and the plush leather furniture.
The room was warm and intimate, the perfect backdrop for the primal dance that Mr. Thompson and I were engaged in.
The applause had been provided by Mr. Hemming, the president of the club. He was doing one final check of the premises and came across Mr. Thompson's and my love-making. Mr. Hemming's pants were tented out with his boner as he saw Thompson pull his now deflating penis out of the my love-hole. He could clearly see Thompson's semen gushing out of me and it turned Hemming on tremendously. "Ohmygod, Mr. Hemming! I'm so sorry!" I gushed. "Please don't fire me - I need this job!" I mumbled out quickly. "I have no intention of firing you Carson" he said. "I intend to fuck that little boy-pussy". Mr. Thompson grinned ear-to-ear. "My cum will be your lube" he said and slapped Mr. Hemming on the back as the latter stripped off his clothing. His cock was throbbing, a thick, veiny shaft that looked even bigger than Thompson's. He grinned wickedly at Carson, "You've been a naughty boy, haven't you, Carson? Taking Thompson's big cock up your ass like that. I can see his cum dripping out of your little boy-pussy."
Carson felt a flush of embarrassment and excitement at the same time. He couldn't believe how turned on he was by the idea of being fucked by both Thompson and Hemming. He nodded, biting his lip nervously. "Yes, sir.
I have," I admitted, my cheeks flushing with a mix of shame and arousal. I could feel Mr. Hemming's eyes roaming over my body, taking in the sight of my disheveled maid costume, my bare legs, and the remnants of Mr. Thompson's cum dripping from my ass.
"Dirty little slut, aren't you?" Mr. Hemming growled, his hands reaching out to grasp my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. "You let your Principal fuck your tight little boy-pussy, and now you're going to let me fuck it too. And then you're going to let Thompson fuck you again.
We're going to use your tight little hole together, aren't we, Carson?" Mr. Hemming said, his voice hot and demanding as he pushed me to my knees. I nodded, my cheeks flushing red with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as I felt Mr. Thompson's cum drip down my thighs.
Mr. Hemming positioned himself behind me, his cock rubbing against my hole. I could feel the thick head of it pressing against me, pushing past the slick remnants of Mr. Thompson's cum. "Fuck, you're tight, Carson.
I can feel Thompson's cum coating your insides, making you nice and slick for me," Hemming groaned as he pushed the head of his cock into my well-used hole. The burn of being stretched open again was intense, but the sensation of being filled was almost euphoric. I moaned, my body pressing back against him, wanting more of his cock. Take my cock like the good little slut you are," Hemming commanded, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he began to move, slowly at first, but gaining speed and force with each thrust.
I could feel every inch of his massive cock as it slid in and out of my ass, the friction of his veiny shaft against my sensitive walls sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through my body.
Mr. Thompson, watching from the sidelines, licked his lips hungrily, his cock already semi-hard again. He walked over to stand in front of me, his eyes locked onto mine. "You're doing so good, Carson. Taking both our cocks like a princess. You're making us both so fucking hard," he praised, his voice thick with lust.
He reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it slowly as he watched me take Mr. Hemming's dick. "Look at you, Carson. You're a fuck-princess. Taking two big cocks - one after the other -up that tight little boy-cunt of yours like the fuck-princess you are."
I moaned, my body on fire with a mix of pleasure and pain. "I...I can't...I can't take much more...!" I gasped, my fingers clawing at the cushions beneath me.
Mr. Hemming chuckled, a dark, sexy sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You can take it, Carson. Look at those legs! Those stockings! Those heels! Isn't he gorgeous, Thompson??" With eyes full of lust, Mr. Thomson guided my head towards his throbbing cock. With a sense of determination, I opened my mouth wide, eager to take it in. As the head of the cock touched my lips, I wrinkled his nose at the taste of the pre-cum that dripped from the tip, but I pushed through the instinct to pull away. I opened his mouth wider and let Mr. Thompson slide his cock all the way in until it hit the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, but Mr. Thomson held my head firmly in place, thrusting his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper.
I gagged again, tears streaming down my face, mascara smearing, but I didn't pull back. I wanted this. I wanted to please these men, to be their little fuck-princess. "Take it like a good little cocksucker," Hemming grunted, his thrusts into my ass becoming harder, faster. "You're a natural, aren't you? A real little fuck-princess."
I moaned around Thompson's cock, the vibrations sending shivers through the older man. I could feel my orgasm building, the pleasure-pain combo driving him wild.
"Please fuck me like a girl! Please tell me I'm your girl! Please Mr. Hemming..I want to be your girl! Please...!" I cried out, my voice muffled by Thompson's cock in my mouth. I wanted to feel like I belonged to them, like I was theirs completely. Hemming leaned down, his lips finding my ear. "You're our little fuck-princess, aren't you, Carson? You're ours to use and fuck and pleasure. Say it, Carson. Tell us you're ours."
I moaned around Thompson's cock, my body trembling with need. I wanted to say it, wanted to belong to them completely. I pulled back slightly, my lips brushing against the head of Thompson's cock as I gasped out, "I'm yours.
I'm your little fuck-princess. Please, Mr. Hemming, please fuck me like your little girl."
Hemming groaned, his thrusts into my ass becoming harder, more urgent. "Fuck yes, that's my good girl," he growled. "You take our cocks so fucking well, Carson. You're going to make us cum so hard."
Thompson reached down, gripping my hair tightly as he guided my head back onto his cock. Take it like a good little cocksucker.
This is your job now, Carson. You're going to earn your keep." Hemming's voice was like gravel, harsh and demanding. He pulled back, his hips slamming into my ass, his cock filling me completely before pulling back out, only to slam in again with a force that left me gasping for breath.
"Jesus, little girl, you're so damned tight," Hemming groaned, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm.
"Your little boy-cunt is gripping my cock like a fucking vice, Carson."
I moaned around Thompson's cock, the vibrations sending shivers through him. I could feel Hemming's balls slapping against my ass with each thrust, the sound of our flesh meeting filling the room. "Take our cocks like the little fuck-princess you are," Thompson growled, his free hand reaching down to squeeze my balls, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through my body. "You're ours now, aren't you, Carson?
Our little fuck-princess. Say it. Tell us you're ours," Hemming demands, his voice hoarse with desire as he pounds into my ass.
I pull off Thompson's cock with a wet pop, looking up at him with tear-streaked makeup. "Yes," I gasp, "I'm yours. I'm your fuck-princess. I belong to you both."
Thompson's eyes darken with lust, and he reaches down to grip my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Good girl.
That's what I wanted to hear," Thompson said with a wicked grin. He let go of my chin and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. He spat into my face, and I gasped, my eyes widening in shock. "Now, get back to sucking my cock, my little fuck-princess. Show us how much you want to belong to us."
I nodded, my mouth opening wide to take Thompson's cock back in. I moaned around his penis, the vibrations making him groan. I could taste the saliva and pre-cum on his cock, and I swallowed it all, eager to please him. "I'm about ready to cum, Thompson...how about you?" "Same here!" "1...2...3...Here I go...!" Hemming shouted and started shooting his sperm into my rectum. At the same time Mr. Thompson shot one more load of man-goo into my mouth, drenching my teeth.
We all three collapsed on to the sofa, two men's worth of semen dribbling out of my anus and vestiges of cum stuck between my teeth. I loved the feel of being the object of affection from two grown men, and they continued to kiss and touch me lovingly. "You're our fuck-princess, indeed!", Thompson said as he kissed me, and I found myself giggling. Hemming started to dig his semen out of my boy-cunt and feed it to me, which I found quite exciting. I licked it off his fingers enthusiastically, loving the taste and texture. He kept my mouth busy while Thompson started to play with my ass, spreading some of the remaining semen and then ramming his finger back inside me. I was surprised at how good it felt, having someone else's cum spread all over and inside me. I moaned around Hemming's fingers, enjoying the sensation of being filled and used.
I'm in the mood for a drink!" Hemming announced to Thompson, "Let's get Brenda to whip up some of her social champagne!" Thompson said:" Sounds great, I haven't had any for a while. " I had no idea what they were talking about but couldn't wait to try it; Hemming called Brenda on the phone. Brenda was the head chef of the country club and a good friend of mine. A middle aged gorgeous woman who was very interested in me and my future. Hemming and I got back to sperm-feeding me and Thompson got back to tongue/French kissing me.
Eventually Brenda showed up and was quite surprised but happy to see the we had all indulged in some wild sex. She presented us with three champagne flutes which contained a lovely golden liquid. The three men saiid "Cheers!" and started to sip the "special champagne". I realized quickly that what made the champagne special was that it was heavily spiked with Brenda's urine. It was delicious!
The Champagne was icy cool, with a tangy, salty flavor that was unlike anything I'd ever tasted before. I swallowed, my eyes widening in surprise, and then grinned. "Wow, that's good," I breathed.
Thompson chuckled, his hand stroking my thigh as he watched me drink. "Told you you'd like it," he said. "Brenda's piss is something else, isn't it?"
Hemming nodded, his eyes gleaming with lust. "It's fucking divine, Carson.
You should see the expression on your face," Brenda said, her voice sultry with amusement. She stood before us, her hips swaying slightly, her eyes locked onto mine. I could see the faint trace of a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. She was enjoying this, enjoying seeing me squirm under the combined attentions of Hemming, Thompson, and herself.
I looked up at her, my eyes meeting hers, and I couldn't help but smile. "I like it," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. The champagne was doing strange things to my body, making me feel both relaxed and on edge at the same time. Hemming explained: Brenda only gives her "special drinks" to a small elite circle of people - now you are one of them. She creates special wine, orange juice and other cocktails Her "dirty martini" is the best I've ever tasted...She gives them all a special tang with her piss. They are the most delicious versions of those drinks you could imagine. I assume at some point she will allow you to drink straight from the source...?" Brenda smiled and kissed me and cooed: "Of course! Carson responded with a goofy smile. "I would like that!" "In fact", Brenda said, "you can start off by eating my sweet little pussy. Would you like that young master Carson?" she giggled and pulled up her tight skirt. I immediately responded: "May I?" "Get down there and make it happen!" Brenda moaned. I licked And sucked to the best of my ability and was rewarded with Brenda's orgasm and a sample of her urine, straight from her urethra.
I could feel a warmth spreading through me, a heat that seemed to pool in my groin, making my cock throb with need. I looked up at Thompson, my eyes locked onto his, and I saw the same hunger mirrored in his gaze. I looked over at Brenda, and to my surprise saw that she was stripping. We, all three, stared at her, stared at the gorgeous body being revealed to us. When Brenda was stark naked she said to me: "Let's you and I get in doggy position, lover. Then our two macho-men can take turns shoving their dicks into our holes. How does that sound?" I giggled and Brenda smiled as Hemming and Thompson whooped loudly and started to get their cocks hard for the boy-pussy and girl-pussy that were waiting for them. Brenda got on all fours, her pussy and ass on display, and I followed suit. At first Hemming took his position behind me and Thompson behind Brenda. Thompson shoved his rock-hard dick into Brenda's girl-cunt, and Hemming his dick into my boy-cunt. Both Brenda and I yelped our reaction. The sudden intrusion into our respective orifices was intense, but our bodies welcomed the invasion. Brenda's pussy was already wet, making it easy for Thompson to slide his cock in and out of her, while Hemming's cock stretched my ass wide open, filling me up completely.
"You're both so tight," Thompson groaned, his eyes locked onto mine. "Look at Carson, Brenda. Look how his little boy-cunt is gripping Hemming's cock. It's so fucking hot."
"Yeah, it is," Brenda panted, her hips moving in time with Thompson's thrusts.
"Damn, Carson, I've never seen anything so fucking hot. You just take that big dick like a girl." "I'm trying my best! but...it's so big," I gasped, my fingers clawing at the carpet beneath me. "It's so fucking big."
"Take it like a good little girl, Carson," Hemming growled, his hips slapping against my ass with each thrust.
"You know you love that big cock in your tight little boy-cunt, don't you?"
I moaned, my fingers digging into the plush carpet, my nails bending and breaking as I held on for dear life. "Y-yes, sir," I managed to gasp, my voice thick with lust and exertion. "I love it. I love your cock in my ass. Please...please fuck me harder, sir."
Hemming chuckled, a dark, sinister sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You're such a little slut, aren't you, Carson?
Begging for my cock in your ass like the slut-princess you are," Hemming snarled, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he began to pound into me with even more force. I could feel his thick cock stretching me wide open, filling me completely with every thrust. The pain and pleasure were so intense, they blurred together, becoming a single, overwhelming sensation that drove me wild.
"Yes, sir! I'm your little slut-princess! Please fuck my ass like the dirty slut-princess I am!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls of the small living room. The heat and intensity of the moment were almost too much to bear, but I wanted more.