Decision Tree

Decision Tree Ð Chapter 06 By Tappy McWidestance

My education at the words and voice of Master James continued. The Bluetooth vibe arrived on Wednesday and I couldn't wait to try it out. I charged the battery and made sure the link to my smartphone worked. Then I sent the control code to James. When he replied he told me to set it on standby. I watched as it sprung to life in my hand without me touching it or the controls on my phone. It wasn't the strongest vibe, but the fact that he was controlling it was exciting. I knew his purpose was to tease me with it. I'm not sure if it was strong enough to make me cum, but since I assumed his plan was to just torment me, the power was just right. It also wasn't too loud. Since I also assumed he meant for me to wear it in public, I appreciated that.

I hoped we were going to have another Wednesday night session, but alas he told me I would have to wait for Friday night. I was disappointed. Then he told me to edge three times tonight and three more times tomorrow and Friday so I would be ready. That was just maddening. I hate edging myself. I mean, I love masturbating and even the challenge of getting right to the edge of my peak and then stopping. And, of course, after nine rounds of that I knew I would be prime grade A fuckmeat by the time Friday night rolled around. But I hated the struggle of trying not to orgasm. But since that is what Master wanted, that is what he was going to get.

Getting three rounds in that night was tough because that meant I didn't have long to calm down between sessions. Number three was especially difficult and I almost lost control and climaxed. Thursday was a bit easier (in the bathroom after getting up and before going to bed) but sneaking one in during the day was tough. Fortunately the floor below our office is being renovated but the bathrooms are still accessible. There was not real risk of being caught so I snuck down there at lunch and diddled myself for about 20 minutes before washing up and trying not to look guilty as I returned to my office. Liz gave me a wry little smile as I walked past the reception desk. She was always friendly, a good quality for a receptionist, but she had a different look as I walked past. It was kind of an "I know what you did look." I dismissed that thought as paranoia and got back to the case I was working on.

Friday I visited the bathroom again. Liz must have been out to lunch when I returned, although I did pass Tony. I could feel that my face was still flush with arousal and I could feel my nipples hard against my bra, but I don't think he noticed. I hurried back to my office again and tried to work, but the distraction between my legs made focusing difficult. The ride home on the subway wasn't easy either as the constant jostling kept my thighs rubbing together. But I finally made it. John wasn't home so I quick edged myself for the third time that day and then waited for instructions. I figured I would get an email soon after John left for the club. James knew my schedule better than I did, it seemed, so he certainly knew the time John should have left. But alas, no message came. I sat in front of the computer brooding like a schoolgirl waiting for the phone to ring until almost 11pm when finally a message arrived.

"My wonderful sub," the message began. "You will be taking a journey into the unknown tonight that will bring you deeper into your submission to me. I may even meet you there."

That was a shock to me. I'd never thought that Master James might be local. Then I thought, "May he and his slave came to town to meet me. Maybe he was going to order me to go to their hotel." But a fancy hotel suite downtown was not my destination. It was the 15th Avenue Theater. Once I had the name a quick Google search told me what I needed to know. It was a hybrid adult theater / swinger joint. I really didn't want to go there alone. Looking at what they offered, I might not have minded if John escorted me. Or better yet if James escorted me. But going alone didn't thrill me. And neither did my task Master James quickly explained. If he was there with me I might have been excited what he proposed. But on my own it sounded risky. Then again, our whole relationship had become one big risk so what was a sub to do but get dressed and head out.

Getting dressed didn't take long. I already had on my requisite garter belt and stockings. I just had to add panties, a short skirt and my short I mean come and fuck me short. Unfortunately I had a couple of those to chose from so lack of wardrobe wouldn't hold me back. No bra (boo) and a white blouse that buttoned up the front. I was also allowed a coat for the drive over to the theater. Oh, and of course, my new vibe was secured over my clit held tight by my panties. The drive to the theater was about half an hour and the vibe buzzed for a couple seconds every five minutes or so. I wasn't sure if that was James controlling it or if there was some kind of timer tease mode. I was thinking that would be pretty cool as I could set it and tie myself up again and be at the mercy of the toy. The edge play had my arousal state returning very quickly. I half wished he would stop playing with the vibe at least until I got there so I could drive safer. Fortunately I made it without incident. I sent him a message saying as much as I sat in the lot behind a non-descript brick building. It was an industrial area and while I would normally be nervous so late in the evening being alone, the lot was well lit and I could see security cameras monitoring the cars. That gave me a little reassurance. Then came his instructions.

"Leave your coat in the car so it doesn't get messy. Go inside. Tell the clerk it is your first time there and ask for the tour. They will be happy to show you around. On a Friday night there should be some other women or at least T-Gurls wondering around. After the tour, go into the theater. The couples section is on the left. Nobody will mind if you sit on that side even though you are alone. I want you to hike up your skirt so you are sitting bare ass on the chair. Then unbutton your blouse. You don't have to whip out your tits, but they should be open and available."

I wasn't thrilled with his instructions, but then the vibe sprung to life and my concerns faded.

"I want you to sit by yourself for at least 30 minutes. You will get offers for company but simply decline them. The guys are usually pretty polite, especially for a hot woman, but if you have any problems, the management will help you. I want you to cup your breasts and play with your nipples while you watch the movie. I will buzz the vibe on occasion for my amusement."

Great. He was going to tease me in public. He didn't say I could cum so I knew I was just going to get edged again. Hopefully if I played is game well, he would let me cum later. I asked him if there was anything else. I probably shouldn't have done that.

"After the half hour, I will buzz you three times with then vibe. Then I want you to chose a couple guys. Have them sit next to you, one on either side. Give them hand jobs. Tell them to cum on your tits. After they cum, pick two more. Take at least six loads, but you can do more if you want. You will likely have a group of guys standing around you once they figure out what is going on. After you finish you can leave or if you need to cum, send me a message and I'll give you more instructions. Oh, and by the way, I may be watching you to make sure you follow these instructions."

That last little bit on information through me for a loop. Was he already inside? Was he sitting in the parking lot? Was he just messing with my mind? I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. It was a little chilly to be without a coat, but if I went through with this and took six loads on my chest, I didn't want my coat getting ruined. I was already mentally preparing to throw away this blouse. As I walked to the door I did notice one guy sitting in his car, but it was dark and I couldn't get a good look at him. It could have been Master James. Or it could have been just a pervert waiting for a woman to arrive. I was nervous, but excited. James' statement that the management would protect me if necessary helped. I had read a similar thing in a Google review. This may be a dive adult theater, but I'm sure having women attend helped their attendance. I took another deep breath and walked inside.

Once the door closed behind me I immediately recognized how far I had fallen under James' spell. The place was well lit and not particularly grungy like I had envisioned, but I also saw no other women. There were five or six guys standing around and two guys behind the counter. There was a selection of adult movies, but no big displays of toys or erotic clothing like I expected to see. I was petrified to move any further, but I didn't want to let it show so I summoned up my courage and strode purposely to the counter. They two guys behind the counter didn't seem surprised to see a woman dressed, as I was, walk into the place. As James had said they would be, they were friendly and inviting. I told them this was my first time and the younger guy offered me a tour. So far James was batting a thousand.

The guy led me passed a rope that separated the store from the rest of the joint. "I start the tours with the theater," he told me since everybody eventually ends up in there. He opened a door marked "in" and waved his hand as an invitation that I should walk through.

I've watched porn before. I've even enjoyed it with a couple people present. But this was different. Projected on a large screen was an interracial scene bigger than life. The theater had a number of rows with four or five seats on either side of a center aisle. As James told me, the left side was roped off with a small sign that said couples only. There was only one couple sitting down near the front. The right side had seven single guys scattered about. I was escorted down the aisle. I felt like I was being paraded around for auction. Just then the vibe turned on and I jump a bit, but I don't think anybody noticed. I did notice that three of the guys had their cocks out and were stroking them. That excited me since that was my task. Maybe this would be easier than I had imagined. As we passed the couple, I noticed her man was fingering her pussy. She seemed lost to her arousal and not particularly watching the film. I kind of envied her, although with the vibe running I couldn't complain.

Behind the screen was my next destination. There was a pretty good size room with a tall, strong looking table. There was a dim rope light hanging from the ceiling. I couldn't see much, but I assumed my eyes would adjust if we stayed there. "Some people use this table instead of playing in the theater," my escort told me. I wondered how often that happened and how often the table was cleaned. We didn't stay long enough for my eyes to adjust. Almost immediately we were walking back up the aisle. This time I was sure all eyes were on me as I could see the guys looking at me. One of them even stood up and began to follow us. Was he Master James?

Back into the bright lights of the entrance hallway, I had to blink several times as I was now led toward the back of the store. I saw a hallway with a series of video booths. I was told they were included with the entrance fee. I didn't pay an entrance fee. I guess there is a perk of being a woman. He also mentioned that they had to seal the glory holes a few years ago because the health department was hassling them. I didn't really care since I didn't plan on availing myself of a booth so we continued on.

We then went into the spa. This area was clothing optional, I was told, although I bet they wouldn't care too much if I got naked somewhere else. He showed me a steam room, a small locker room, a hallway of private rooms for rent by the hour and a large room with a two level wrap around bench. The end of my tour was him pointing toward a small club area for parties. He told me Shannon (whoever that was) always had a Friday night party so we couldn't go in. Overall it was much nicer in back than I expected. But I had my task to complete so I thanked him for the tour and began walking back toward the theater. It was at this point the vibrator turned off. That reminded me of just how much I needed to complete my task so I could cum.

Walking back into the theater the first thing I noticed was that nobody was watching the movie any more. All the guys now surrounded the couple sitting in front. I took a sit in the middle of the second to last row on the couples' side. The woman who had been getting fingered was now bouncing up and down. I couldn't tell if she was fucking the guy I had seen her with or somebody else, but she was obviously enjoying herself. The other guys formed a semi-circle around her watching. They didn't appear to be jacking off. They were just watching. I bet they were hoping to fuck her too after the guys she was straddling shot his load. It was pretty hot to see people fucking just a few feet in front of me. I would have gone in for a closer look, but I had my orders. I lifted my skirt so my ass would be bare on the chair and I unbuttoned my blouse. Seeing the woman fucking in front of everyone made it easier for me to let the girls free. It actually felt liberating to pull back the sides of my blouse and display myself in public. I started to rub my nipples as ordered.

Almost immediately a guy noticed my lewd display and left the fucking couple to approach me. I politely thanked him but said I didn't need any help just yet. I made sure to say yet. He nodded and went back to watching the woman riding her man cowboy style. I could tell from her sounds that she would soon climax. The vibe took that moment to turn back on and I hoped the combination of stimulants wouldn't be too much for me to resist. Fortunately the vibe only stayed on for about 30 seconds. The woman did indeed climax soon after that, but she didn't stop riding her man. In fact, it probably took fifteen minutes or so before he shot his load and she finally dismounted. James had buzzed me five times during her performance but thankfully none of them were so long that I couldn't resist. I was horny as all fuck, but it was under control for the time being.

After the couple left, most of the guys followed them out, possibly hoping for an invite for a continuation, but a few retook their seats. One politely asked if I needed assistance and again I demurred and he took a seat on the singles side. I was starting to count the minutes until I could stop playing with my nipples and get my hand on a cock. I was really starting to warm to the idea of performing on a stranger. The other woman obviously enjoyed herself and the guys seemed harmless enough, although I didn't meet anyone yet I could picture as Master James. I put my attention back on the screen and gave my nipples a firm squeeze.

The vibe was cycling more frequently now, but for shorter periods. Still I didn't feel anything that felt like a signal that I should move on to phase two of my task. I didn't have a watch, but clearly I had been there for longer than half an hour. Or maybe time was just standing still because I wanted to stop teasing myself and get on with something more exciting. I pinched my nipple again, much harder this time, although I'm not sure why. Then it happened. I felt three short cycles of the vibe. I quickly looked at the remaining guys in the theater about to point as one and wave him over when the door opened.

Immediately my brain decided that had to be Master James. He was tall, over six feet and was well built. He looked like he could have been a linebacker with broad shoulders, big arms (I believe the proper term for his biceps is guns) with a wide chest. He had on a black shirt, combat pants and heavy looking boots. Without a doubt he was intimidating. He walked in and didn't stop on the single guy side but took up residence in the seat behind me. I turned to look at him, oblivious that my breasts were exposed and he was a stranger. He didn't say a word. He just looked at me. My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking as I reached out toward his pants. His combat pants had a button fly and my fingers fumbled with opening it. I looked back toward his face and the glare from his eyes told me I had made a mistake. I immediately stopped and withdrew my hands. He then leaned forward.

"You are Susan, I presume?" he said in a firm voice that made me weak.

"Yes, Master James," I replied demurely.

"I am not your Master, new one," he informed me. "I am a friend of his. You may call me JP. He knew I was bringing my slut here to play tonight and he asked if I would look after you and make sure you are safe."

"Was the woman I saw before your slut?" I asked. "No, but I have seen them before," he told me.

Will Master James be here tonight?" I asked in a pleading voice.

"I am not sure. Maybe later," was the disappointing reply. "Here," he said reaching into his pocket and retrieving a pair of latex gloves. "Always practice safe play," he told me. He also handed me a small tube of lube. "The guys will appreciate it," he said. "Who have you picked?"

I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to pick two guys. "I have not. I am sorry, I was distracted by you," I said truthfully. I watched as he quickly scanned the guys sitting in the theater. Two of them were looking at us. Not surprisingly, JP pointed to them and waved them over. He laid out the plan to them. They were to sit on either side of me. They were not to touch me. They were to let me stroke them and when they came, the only place they were allowed to shoot was on my tits or they would have to deal with him. I could tell he made them nervous. But neither was about to give up a free hand job from an exposed woman.

Thus I was quickly sitting in my chair, watching a porno and stroking two hard cocks. I'd never done it wearing latex gloves. I didn't really like it since I wanted to feel their hard cocks directly. But I also understood about safe play and it made sense. The lube JP gave me did help. My hands glided effortlessly over their stiff rods. I wondered if the lack of friction would made it tougher to make them cum. But apparently that wasn't much of an issue as the guy on the right reached his explosion point pretty quickly. I felt his cock begin to swell and left go of the guy on my left so I could twist toward the guy on the right.

I just barely had time to pull my blouse further open before the first volley of cum shot from his dick and splattered me dead center in my cleavage. It was a perfect shot. It was thick, sticky and hot. God how I loved the feeling of bringing him off. He quickly stood and tucked himself back into his pants. I then returned my attention to the guy on my left and began stroking him with renewed fervor. It didn't take him much longer to bless my tits with a second load.

Then turned to look at JP. I didn't want to just jerk him off. I wanted more. "May I suck your cock?" I asked. I really was thinking more about climbing on top of him like the other woman had done, but I wanted to prove how good of a cocksucker I was as well. I also figured after watching me take care of the first two guys, he would want some relief.

"No thank you," he said politely. "My slut will see to my needs soon enough." He then looked over and picked out two more guys. They had started to line up having seen the first two guys just get serviced. Word was definitely making its way around the store because the theater starting quickly filling up.

I explained to my next two partners that they were just supposed to sit back and let me stroke them. They were not to touch me and when they came, they had to do it on my girls. I think that part was self-explanatory as I had cum dripping down my chest. Both men seemed OK with my restrictions. As I said before, who wouldn't want a beautiful woman stroking them off?

I don't think anybody was watching the movie. They were all focused on me and formed a circle much like they had with the woman I saw getting fucked. The guy in the center of the semi-circle of fans in front of me pulled his rigid cock out and became stroking it himself. He asked if I wanted to suck it. I shook me head no. He started to become a little irate and called me a slut complaining he was being left out. That upset me. I didn't mind when Master James called me a slut, or worse, but I was his slut not this guy's slut. I contemplated asking the management for help, but I was affectively trapped surrounded by guys and didn't know how to signal them. Fortunately JP was watching and took matters into his own hands. With a simple verbal rebuke and wave of his hand, the other guys responded and forcibly moved him to the outside of the circle. One went as far as to explain, "The woman said no. Take that little cock to a video booth, dickhead." That made me happy. I wanted to suck my JP's cock right then and there for protecting me, but I felt both cocks in my hands swell so I redirected my attention back to my task.

There was a loud cheer as two more loads of spunk adorned my tits. My pussy was on fire and I really needed to touch it. But I was scared to do that surrounded by strangers. Even though they had protected me from one bad apple, if I changed my rules now, I wasn't sure how they would react.

The scene repeated itself two more times. I got two extra hand jobs in beyond my instructions. I figured JP would report back to James (or that he was secretly watching) that I was a good sub. After each time a pair of guys hosed me down, I again begged JP for his cock, but he continued to deny me. My vibrator turned on and off occasionally adding to my arousal and need for something more than a hand job. And that is the story of how I became sandwiched between two strangers in an adult theater covered in cum. It was pretty amazing Friday night. But after guys seven and eight left their sticky gifts on my chest, JP told me that was enough and to follow him.

Without waiting for a reply or saying another word, he got up and walked out of the theater.

"I need a break guys," I announced and then stood up. Needless to say they were disappointed. I started to head for the door. Behind me I could hear I was being followed. I suppose I should have been flattered, but it was also a bit creepy. I did as I had been told and didn't button up my blouse. It was going to be obvious to everyone that I had multiple loads shot on me. I felt like a whore. And I liked it. This was so far removed from my professional life. I should have been humiliated, and I was, but I also felt more alive than I ever had before. My eyes were shocked by the bright lights of the store area. I had to stop briefly to shield my face and let them adjust. I imagined the conga line of horny guys walking into me when I stopped unexpectedly, but they didn't. After a few seconds I began to get my bearings again. When I looked toward the store I saw a beautiful blond at the counter. She was talking to the guys behind the counter and definitely looked like she had been there before. I could see she was wearing fuck me heels, but she also had on a long coat so I couldn't see what she was wearing underneath. She also had a hard plastic sided, wheeled case she was pulling behind her. I guessed she was bringing her own party to the theater.

I noticed JP had stopped and was admiring her. As she approached us she stood in front of him and unzipped her coat. I was in awe as she began to display her charms. True, she was probably in her forties, but her body was tight with abs to die for. She obviously worked out a lot. You may wonder how I could make such as assessment so quickly and it was simple. No she was not naked under the coat. But then again she wasn't wearing much either. Her clothes must have been custom made for her. It fit that well. It was red leather. She had on this tiny micro mini red skirt with integrated garters. If she bent over at all, the world would see her charms. She also had on red fishnet stocking on her beautifully toned legs. The heels certainly aided her calves, although I doubt they needed it. On top she wore what looked like a running shirt that cradled her breasts and ended just below them. Only instead of spandex, it was red leather to match the skirt. She looked like sex incarnate. JP was the first to speak.

"You're late. You're going to be punished for that."

She looked like a cat that swallowed the canary. She had obviously been late on purpose. He spoke again.

"Slut, meet Susan. She's James' new property and this is her first time here."

The woman looked me up and down. I couldn't get a read on her whether he was happy to have another woman at the theater or mad that I just drained a bunch of the guys she was counting on being hard. I wasn't sure if I should hug her, kiss her, shake her hand or wave. I decided to kiss her cheek and began to move toward her. She immediately began to back away and put up her hand.

"It's nice to meet you Susan, but I don't do fluids. You might want to rethink that," she told me. She wasn't exactly scolding me, but she was particularly nice either. She was making her point forcefully.

"It's what Master James wanted," I told her.

"I get that," she replied. "Did JP at least give you gloves?"

"Yes he did," I said proudly wanting her to be pleased with him.

"Follow us slut," JP told her. "I need to get Susan setup in back." Then he looked at me. "I assume you want to continue and not go home, don't you?" I just nodded my head.

The blonde pulled her wheeled case behind her as she followed us toward the back. My entourage from the theater also followed. I continued to feel a combination of humiliation and liberation as I walked cum covered back toward the video booths and beyond. My vibe turned on and that helped tell me I was doing the right thing. I've never been in a video booth before and I wondered if I would before the night was over. I realized I was disappointed that the manager told me the glory holes had been covered. I suddenly realized I would have liked to experience that. I didn't see my Sir in the hallway and I didn't want to knock on each booth searching for him so I continued toward the back. I peeked in the steam room. There were three naked men sitting in there. They waved for me to join them, but I didn't. I just politely said, "Not now."

I looked down the hall at the private rooms. There were a couple guys standing outside one of the doors. They seemed to be listening to what was going on inside. That was a bit creepy. When they noticed me looking at them, they started walking toward me. That made me really nervous as I was far back in the store and possibly on my own. I turned and walked past the steam room again and the three naked guys were now standing and walking toward the locker room as well.

I had a train of nine guys, three naked, three who had been perving to someone else in a private room and the three from the theater following me as I reached the larger room with the built in bench seating. JP introduced me to another man whose name was Tony. He then told me Tony would also watch over me and protect me. I was free to leave at any time, but that Tony would be reporting to Master James just as he (JP) was going to do. Surprisingly, that didn't really bother me. What did bother me, at least a bit, was the presence of a serving tray holding a plastic cup and a box of condoms. But just then, a wave of preorgasm washed over me. The vibe had been on longer this time. I had not realized it because I had been preoccupied walking through the place and begin nervous about the guys following me. But now that I had stopped moving (the vibe had nestled in just the right spot as well) the sensations caught up to me. Then it stopped. I exclaimed, "Fuck!" for no apparent reason. I looked at JP with pleading eyes as he instructed the assemblage.

"This beautiful tramp has already satisfied many tonight. But her presence here means she is willing to do more in order to be allowed to cum. You will be the beneficiaries. Here are the rules. Everybody will drop their pants and sit on the upper level of the bench. Nobody says a bad word about her or Tony will kick you out. Yes she is a slut, but you will treat her with respect or you will be gone. You will be patient and she will get to you. She is going to suck off the first guy and get him hard. He will then fuck her from behind while she gets the next guy ready. You will wear condoms when you fuck her! You will not cum in her mouth! If you can't control yourself when she blows you, pull out and fill the cup. Anybody who shoots in her mouth or anywhere but the cup, will answer to me." I watched as he held up the plastic cup.

"You can fuck her until you cum. You will then take off the condom and drain your load into the cup. You are then done. You can stick around and watch, but nobody gets seconds. If you are able to jerk another load into the cup, that is fine, but she isn't going to touch you. Are the rules understood and accepted?"

I wasn't surprised that all the guys said yes and began scrambling for the bench. JP told me to have fun and then walked over to his own slut and put is arm around her waist possessively. I turned Tony and pointed toward the guy who had gotten physical with the loud mouth in the theater in my defense. "I want him to go first. He was my hero in the theater," I said. Tony pointed at the grateful guy and promoted him to the front of the line. He then took off his own pants. "I go first, but he can get the first blowjob." And that is how my first gangbang began.

In front of the nine other guys lined up to use me, I got on my knees and sucked Tony to full hardness before he put me on the first level of the bench and I began sucking my hero. I was beyond caring what anybody thought of me. I was just holes to be used for their pleasure and I loved it. Tony flipped up my skirt and took down my panties. Not off, just down on my thighs. He also made a big show of displaying the remote vibe that had been teasing me for so long. The guys loved that. Then he penetrated me. God how good he felt inside of me. I'd been dreaming of getting a cock inside me all night and now it was finally happening. I groaned in pleasure from his first stroke.

"Our toy this evening is not allowed to cum until she has permission," he told the guys. "If she is getting too close, I may have to have you stop until she calms down. Don't worry though, she's not leaving until you all cum." That brought a cheer. I had my doubts I could hold off my climax that long, but I was pretty sure Tony and JP had a plan to make sure I did. My hero was hard as a rock by this point. I was hoping he could hold off and got to fuck me. Fortunately Tony could tell what I was thinking. He pulled out even though he had not shot and told my hero it was his turn. Following the directions, he put on a condom and I slid down the row to the next guy. He was already hard having been stroking himself. I figured he probably would be the first guy to use the cup and I wasn't wrong. My hero filled his condom right behind him though. I guess seeing the other guy cum was too much for him. I felt empty having just been fucked by two guys as hero pulled out. He took the cup from the quick shooter and squeezed his contribution out of the condom. I moved down to guy three. I sensed Tony moving back behind me. And as the new cock moved past my lips, I felt his cock slide back into my pussy. I was in heaven.

This continued for about forty minutes. Two more of the guys came before they got the chance to fuck me, but both managed to deposit in the cups. Tony fucked me three more times when there was a lull in the actions and my cunt was empty. But each time, he stopped when one of the other guys was ready. Only once did he have to stop the action to calm me down. I was happy about that. I'd come this far. I wanted my reward to orgasm on their terms and to prove I was a good sub. When finally the last guy was pounding away at me I knew my reward would be soon. I finally had a chance to look around since my mouth was not full of cock. Several other men had joined us and were watching. I'm sure they assumed I'd take them on next, but Tony was having none of that. It was the original nine and that was all. When number nine finally bust his nut and drained his condom, I was thrilled to see what was next. Tony grabbed me firmly by the hair and pulled me to the floor.

"This slut has earned her reward. She will now masturbate for our viewing pleasure. Anyone who can cum in the next five minutes is welcome to jerk off on her, but after that I will give her permission to cum and the show will be over. Susan, rub your clit. If you cum too soon, everyone here will get to spank you and I am sure Master James will make sure it will be your last orgasm for quite a while. Begin."

Instantly my hand was on my pussy. I had mixed emotions how many guys I wanted stroking themselves. It wasn't a surprise that my new admirers all had their hands on their cocks since they missed the earlier fun. I also wasn't surprised that JP had his slut kneeling in front of me jerking off two guys. I noticed she had on her own latex gloves. I was a bit surprised hero was jacking himself quickly as well. He had fucked me good and I figured he would be spent. Mr. quick shooter number two was furiously grabbing his cock rubbing up and down in an effort to coax another load from his balls. That wasn't a surprise and I assumed he would succeed. Tony counted down the minutes. I felt a hot sticky blast on my face. The sensation went straight to my pussy and I had to stop rubbing for fear of climaxing. I noticed JP's slut had a new cock in her grip. Then there was a second blast. And then a third. It was obvious once the first guy came, everybody else would soon follow. I felt eight loads hit my face to match the eight dried on my tits from the theater. Then Tony announced five minutes was up. He then told me to cum.

My right hand began to rub my clit with fury. My left hand found my right nipple and began pinching it hard. Tony gave me a bit of final humiliation to send me over the edge. "You are a cum covered whore and will do anything for an orgasm, aren't you?" he asked. To this day I don't know if it was rhetorical but I was in no position to answer. I was on the edge desperately trying to crash over.

"When you cum I am going to christen you with the nine loads in the cup. You are going to walk proudly out of here looking and smelling like a harbor whore at low tide. You are not going to wash or even wipe your face. You are a slut and sluts need to display their reward. Do you understand?"

My hand was flying on my clit as the first waves of orgasm washed over me. "Yes Sir. I understand," I managed to exclaim breathlessly. "May I cum now?"

"You may cum, you beautiful cum-dump," he replied.

My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt the jizz from glass being poured into my hair and dripped down my forehead. That only turned me on more. I don't know how many men were watching my wanton display, but I didn't care. I rode my fingers to the hardest and longest orgasm I had ever experienced until my body was completely drained of strength and emotion. Then I heard Tony announce that the show was over. He then helped me to my feet. His cock was tucked away, but I could tell hit was still hard in his pants. I feebly reached out and cupped his cock through his pants.

"You didn't cum, Sir," I whispered. "Can I take care of you?" He smiled at me.

"Not tonight. You've had enough. I'm sure JP's slut will take care of me. Go home and wait for James to contact you. He'll want to hear in your own words what happened here. Tell him I will send a recap later."

I wanted to kiss him, but I assumed he didn't want my cum covered lips touching his. He did reach out and grab the bottom of my blouse. He pulled it up and tied it in a knot exposing a bit of my belly above my skirt and making sure my crusty tits were on display.

"No touching yourself and no cleaning up until you get permission," he reminded me. I nodded. "You did very well tonight, Susan. James will be very proud of you. I look forward to using you again." Again I could only nod. My capacity for rational thought was gone. Seemingly as an afterthought he said, "Don't forget to clean up after yourself. Take the tray to the front desk on your way out."

I looked down at the tray with nine used condoms and an overturned cup of jizz. Tony had added a final humiliation for me and I loved him for it. The other remaining guys did not make any crude comments or attempt to stop me. I felt a strange bond with them even though they were strangers. If I had the energy I might have stayed, but I was exhausted. On wobbly legs I started walking back toward the front of the store.

Other guys I had not seen were standing around the video booths. I decided not to be nervous or embarrassed and own my new look and status as a fucktoy and cum-dump-whore. In a way, carrying the tray was a badge of honor. JP and his slut followed me up front, on the way to the theater I assumed. I noticed she was now wearing a collar and cuffs to go with her sexy red outfit. As we reached the front, she took the tray and handed to a guy standing near us and gawking. "Go throw this crap away," she told him and he immediately complied. Then she whispered in my ear. "I really want to play with you. Tell your master we need one of his special parties. Welcome to the 15th Avenue family."

Again I wanted to hug her or kiss her or do anything with her. But I didn't. I remembered what she told me about her aversion to fluids and since I had at least sixteen additional loads dumped on me since I first saw her, I figured now was not the time to touch her.

Before I could respond she turned around and headed back into the theater. I was stunned and disoriented. I shook my head a couple of times. I watched her ass wiggle as she walked away. It was bright red. She had obviously been spanked during my gangbang. Or worse. She also was a furry tail. I'd seen those on the Internet. She had been talking to me while wearing a butt plug. Here I was covered in cum and she had just been plugged and spanked and yet it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. I then walked back past the counter. The same two guys were there as when I came in. "Hurry back and see us again," the younger one told me. I walked out to the sound of applause from an unknown number of guys. Once in the safety of my car, I masturbated myself as the cum dried in my hair and on my face. I didn't care if I was earning a new punishment. I needed to orgasm again. The craving to submit was too strong to ignore as I imagined what a Master James' special party might be. I was sure I was wrong, but I pictured myself being used by even more men and probably some women. I didn't leave for about an hour. The first thirty minutes were spent cumming over and over. The second half hour was spent gathering the strength to drive safely. I was also trying to think of what I would say to John if he had gotten home early. It was late and I was cutting the timing close.