I heard their conversation as they made good use of me:
“How is she?” the husband asked his wife as I covered her entire, smoothly (and courteously) waxed vagina with my mouth while he pumped my vagina athletically.
“She is great at eating pussy,” the wife said breathlessly to her husband. I could see their wedding rings in the video my friend sent me. They obviously had a nice marriage. “How is her cunt Sweetie?”
“She’s nice and snug for a little whore. A little bondage whore. She’s soaking wet too. I can’t tell if it’s her own wetness, extra lube, cum from some other guys here, or all three. But her pussy feels just amazing. She’s so nice and snug, really tight. She’s a great little fuck toy.”
“Good Sweetie. I want you to finish inside her. Cum in her. When you’re done filling her, I’ll eat your cum out of her pretty little pussy while you fuck my ass from behind. I even wore your favorite little butt plug tonight to open myself up for you, the pink jeweled one.”
The wife’s cute little butt plug was hitting me in the nose occasionally as she rocked her pussy back and forth on my face. It kind of hurt, but it was kind of hot too. In the video, I watched her making out with her husband as they stood over me, used me as a sex toy. Her on my face getting eaten and him between my legs fucking me. She reached down to find the little chain connecting my nipple clips, then gently tugged upward on it, pulling on my nipple clips and distorting my tits, making my tits look pointy. It was fucking hot, and I wondered who was doing that when it was happening.
I was on the table for two hours last night. I don’t know how many times I was fucked. I don’t count. It was constant. I swallowed four cum loads. Three of the wives straddled my face while I ate them out. Two of them were already full of cum. Several men masturbated over me and ejaculated on me. By the time the guests had left the club and I was unbuckled from the bondage rack I had a nice sheen of semen and sweat on my body.
I padded back to the shower on bare feet and turned on the warm water, using my finger to taste a little bit of the cum that was collected on my left nipple. My nipples were sore from the clamps and my mouth hurt from the ball gag. It’s a relief to get that thing out of your mouth, whether it is during my use in the club to suck a cock (club guests are allowed to remove my ball gag if they want me to perform oral sex on them). My wrists were a little sore from the leather restraints. Even though I tell myself I’m relaxed on the table, I still pull on the restraints as I get close to an orgasm or if someone is really hammering my cunt and pumping me super hard. Sometimes that is hard on your ankles too where the leather cuffs wrap around and buckle. The tighter the person who straps me down at the beginning of the night makes the restraints, the less my wrists and ankles tend to hurt when they let me out.
I removed my leather bondage collar and stepped into the steamy shower, the sexual varnish of anonymous semen and female lubricant rinsing off my skin under the hot water. I finger myself in the shower, just to check how tender I am down there and how gushy with cum my pussy is. Because everyone is tested at this club, we can all enjoy real cumshots- giving them and receiving them. I was full of cum last night.
By the time I got home I was tired. I didn’t feel the need to masturbate for a change. When I got out of my clothes and laid down naked on my bed, I realized that this was the first time I felt sexually satisfied in a long, long time. I felt a warm buzz, a glow. My nipples still smarted a little from the clamps and all the sucking. My crotch was tender. I just laid there for a while, clean, exposed, satisfied. It was a delicious feeling to savor.
My only worry is that every time it takes more. My limits have to be pushed further back. I reminded myself that tomorrow I better start practicing in earnest with my butt plug…