Fucking My Mind Pt. 05

"See what everyone wants to drink Chrissy. It's on the sideboard over there," Guy said. "And then you can serve us all."

I was mortified. It was one thing standing there and posing for them, after all I had posed for my ex and for a boy-friend as they took revealing photos of me, so I had some experience, but serving at a table almost nude was something else indeed. As, of course, was serving anyone at all. In my position in the bank it was me that always got served, me that had flunkies and subservient waiters and me that had assistants, PAs, aides and a minion of co-workers at my beck and call. Guy was again reversing the roles and I had to admit it was working for I was very turned on.

They started calling out their orders.

"Hold on," Guy chipped in "Remember this is mean old Queens, we only have claret, albeit Chateau Talbot 96, port, Champagne, Scotch and cognac and some Chassagne Montrachet for you more effete chappies."

I walked over to the credenza turning my back to the men, but very aware of their eyes on me as I walked. Did I accentuate my wiggle, I wondered?

They called out their orders and I poured the drinks. Thankfully the wine bottles were already open for pulling premier cru claret corks with the rather rudimentary corkscrew would have been difficult at any time; wearing just the white scholar's robe and nothing else would have verged on the impossible.

I put the six glasses on a silver tray and picked that up, it was surprisingly heavy suggesting it was silver. As I had to hold it with both hands I noted that, before turning round, the gown gaped and I showed all my breasts. That made my heart pump a bit and I could feel the goose bumps starting. Turning, I looked at the men looking at me. I stood there for a moment and then, throwing my head back, sticking my boobs out and smiling, I walked across the room carrying the tray of drinks to the table. Instinctively I went to Guy first. I stood beside him and said.

"Yours was claret wasn't it Guy?"

"Yes," he replied reaching round my legs, running his hand up the back of them under the robe and grabbing my bum. "But these are my guests Chrissy, you should serve them first, please remember your etiquette."

I felt partly embarrassed, particularly as they would all have seen what he was doing with his hand, but also partly excited that they had seen that.

"Now please go round the table from right to left just like a port bottle and serve them properly," he went on.

The man to Guy's right was the youngest and smiled nicely when I asked him what he had ordered.

"Champagne please Christina."

I bent forward and placed the glass on the table in front of him. As I did the gown obviously gaped and fell away from me. He turned his head and his face was just inches from my bare nipples.

"Mmm, very nice thank you Christina," he said smiling as his eyes went from my tits to my eyes and back again several times.

This happened all the way round the table as I handed out the drinks. I got to Guy and handed him his red win. As I bent to put that on the table he put his arm round me, slipped it up and inside the gown onto my waist taking the hem of the garment with it. I went to stand up hoping to move away, but he held onto me, pushed on my back and made me bend again. He looked round the table and that caused me to do the same. I saw that, inevitably, they were all looking at us. Guy then looked into my eyes, leaned forward a little, put his tongue out and licked my nipple. Some of the men commented.

"Nice Guy."

"Bravo."

"Go on Chrissy give it to him."

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't work out whether I should move away or just stay there having Guy licking and sucking my nipples. One of the guys said.

"Lovely bum my dear" reminding me that I was showing that from behind for Guy was holding the back of my gown in the air.

He suddenly bit my nipple quite hard and at the same time slapped my bum, which fortunately had recovered from the caning of a couple of weeks ago and was showing no red marks or wheals from where he had spanked me for the third time.

"Time for you to circulate Chrissy. Top up the drinks please," he said taking his mouth away from my breast and dropping the back of the gown.

I walked over to the credenza to get the bottles knowing all the eyes were on my body. They had all seen Guy sucking and licking my boobs and he had shown all of them my bum. I had such an array of mixed feelings as I put the three bottles on the silver tray, no one had asked for white wine. Embarrassment, amazement, trepidation, guilt, anticipation and excitement all combined to make my head whirl. Most surprisingly in some ways was that I felt more relaxed than I would ever have imagined I would be in such a situation.

Turning with the tray in my hand and the gown gaping, I walked towards the table knowing my tits would be wobbling and jiggling; the five pairs of eyes, I didn't count Guy's, were roaming from my face, lingering on my tits then visiting my bald mound. I was sure that they would be able to see the start of the lips of my pussy and I worried that they might see that it was glistening, for I knew I was getting wet.

Guy caught my eye with that scintillating gaze of his and said in his usual very dry, matter of fact way.

"As you serve the drinks Chrissy, remember these are my very special guests and for them, whatever is mine is theirs. Understand?"

I didn't really, but naturally I nodded and said "Yes Guy, of course." I felt pleased that he smiled at that response.

As I reached the youngish man on Guy's right, another feeling hit me. That was power. I realised that although I was serving them and doing as my 'domme' Guy directed, it was really me, the submissive, who was in control, well at least a mutually shared control with him. It was an odd feeling.

"Champagne wasn't it Mark?" I asked somehow recalling his name from hearing Guy mention it.

"Yes Christina, thanks." He paused before adding "And for remembering my name" as he ran his hand up the back of my legs. I began to realise then just what Guy meant.

I moved on and served the man to Mark's right, an older slightly heavier, but again not unattractive person; perhaps Guy only has attractive friends I conjectured thinking of his friend Chris with whom he and I had dinner at the Midsummer Restaurant a few weeks ago.

He was bolder than Mark and even before I had put his glass of red wine down before him, he had reached up and cupped my boob. As he did that I felt Mark from behind me raising the hem of the gown.

"Mmmm very nice darling," the older man said licking my nipple.

"Yes Christina," Mark said running his hand over my bum, "Very nice indeed."

I eventually got all the way round the table after each of them had groped me either on my boobs, my bum, my thighs or between my legs. By the time I got to Guy I understood exactly what he meant about what was his was theirs.

He smiled. "Well done Chrissy, let's move on."

"What do you mean?"

"We have to go further, push the boundaries, extend our limits. Remember that's what we are all about, aren't we?" He asked undoing his shirt and still with the gown on removed it. "Unzip me Chrissy."

That surprised me, but also made me start to realise what was going to happen. I hesitated. Fixing me with that cool stare he said harshly.

"Chrissy."

I moved closer and with fingers that were visibly shaking, I undid his brown pleated belt and slid his zip down. He pushed his linen trousers down, as usual he wasn't wearing underpants. He was completely flaccid.

"Nice?" He asked running his fingers up and down his cock.

"Yes Guy," I replied quietly as I heard chairs being pushed back and the men moving. I looked round and saw that they were all undressing. My heart started to pound as I at last worked out what was going to happen.

My mind went back a few weeks to an afternoon when we were at the farm. It was a blazing hot day and he had suggested we have a picnic down by a nearby river. Naturally it turned into more than a picnic, for being alone in an isolated place, in a field by a river with me, as usual at his command not wearing much, sex was high on the agenda.

"Take your top off, no one's going to come here" he said.

Being far more confident doing such things and complying with his commands than I would have been before meeting him, I pulled the loose, low cut, scooped front, silky black top over my head. Fluffing my hair back into its usual unruly, 'pulled through a hedge backwards' look making my tits wobble I looked at Guy for his next request. That was nice because he leaned forward, took me in his arms and kissed me; he was obviously in one of his tender moods. When he was like that I sometimes feared I might fall for him!

He pushed me backwards onto the picnic blanket so I was laying on my back with him half on top of me. We kissed for some time as he excited me and pleased himself by playing with my bare tits and nipples. His hand slowly slid down my body reaching as far as he could to around my knees. He took hold of the thin, ankle length, white skirt and pulled it up until the hem was above my knees. His hand went under it and up my legs grazing along my thighs and finding my mound. He fiddled his fingers between my thighs, which I parted, and he rubbed my clit and lips. I reached for his cock inside his trousers and was surprised to find that he had undone his belt and zip, so I gripped his bare erection, it felt lovely.

"I'm going to make you cum so fucking hard," he grunted pushing his hand down past the waistband of my panties and onto my bare, very wet lips. He was absolutely true to his word for by shoving four fingers right up my cunt he made me feel so filled and so very comprehensively finger fucked that I did cum 'fucking hard.'

Lying naked arms, we talked about our fantasies, well actually he questioned me about mine, he never revealed much about himself. It was then that I had said.

"I sometimes fantasise about being in a gang bang."

"How do you mean?"

"Well me with five or six blokes," I recalled saying as I now looked at the five strangers undressing in front of me. 'He's making my fantasy come true' I thought wondering at the imagination and power of this man as he said.

"Remember telling me?"

"Yes," I replied as Guy turned me round to face my 'suitors', put his arms round me, cupped my boobs and pulled me against him, his still soft cock pushing into the softness of my bum. Again that made me wonder just what it was that got him aroused for there was no pattern to it.

He held me like that, the gown hooked behind me, my total nakedness being revealed to the other five who were now all naked. It was as if he was offering me to them, showing off 'our' wares, giving them an invitation and sort of projecting me as a sacrifice. It was an incredible sensation to see five naked, aroused men moving towards me.

I wasn't scared, I didn't panic, I felt remarkably calm as first one then another started to stroke and caress me. I was kissed all over my face, shoulders, neck, chest and breasts. Hands were everywhere, pinching squeezing and rubbing me.

I felt Guy let go of my hands and walk over to the table. He propped himself up against it and relit his fat cigar. He stared at me, a slight grin on his face, his were eyes boring into mine as if they were saying 'Let go Chrissy, it's your fantasy, now go with it.'

I noticed that, remarkably he still was not hard. He was an amazing man in that respect for he was often fully erect with hardly any stimulation, whilst at other times like this where there was so much going on sexually, he was flaccid. I saw what he wanted, I got his message. I gave onto the other five knowing that what he wanted was to watch me being gang banged, but not take part. I realised that gave him the ultimate control over me.

My body was being stimulated in so many places. It was 'servicing' ten hands and five mouths and they were all over me. It was simply staggeringly arousing to have a different mouth on each of my breasts, another kissing my lips, one on my pussy and another licking and kissing my bum as, at the same time, the ten hands were squeezing, stroking and pinching all over my body. I had cocks against my bum, hips and stomach and I was holding and rubbing one in each hand. Everything was continually moving and I had different cocks in my hands and mouths on my breasts. By now I had stopped looking at their faces or wondering who was doing what to me. Several times one of the guys pressed their cock against my pussy or bum, but the others decided it was not yet the time to fuck me or cum. I had no idea what would cause the time to be right, but I had no doubt that very soon now I was going to be fucked. That was fine with me, it was what I wanted, but I had no idea how it would happen; all at once or one at a time I wondered?

I didn't have to wait long.

The young guy Mark manoeuvred me backwards until I was also propped against the table next to Guy. It seemed as though he had won some form of draw, he was going to fuck me first; I was pleased with that as he had been quite gentle and caring so far. Guy grabbed my head, turned it towards him and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. One of the others was stroking my tits from the side and another guy who was leaning over the table was caressing them from behind me.

"Ok Chrissy?" Mark asked as Guy and I broke the kiss.

"Yes," I gasped not really thinking straight, simply going with the flow of this incredible situation.

He was in me very quickly and it felt good. To be truthful, though, there was so much else going on that the usual extreme sensations I get when being fucked were neutralised somewhat by all the other feelings and emotions I was experiencing. Nevertheless the sum of the parts certainly gave me a set of sensations the like of which I had never before experienced.

Mark was quite quick and was suddenly withdrawing, I wasn't sure whether he had cum or not. In fact I wasn't really sure whether I had, but that didn't seem important. Having five men fucking me at the same time was redefining the meaning of an orgasm for me. I didn't roar upwards emotionally, explode and then fizzle out. I think I had started to cum when Guy had held me, it had slowly built up and was now simmering along, just beneath that boiling point, but it was going on and on and on.

Another cock was in me, different hands and mouths were on me in different places, I was being fucked again. I was still cumming in my 'new' way.

Someone turned me round and made me lean forward. Another was sitting on the table, his cock was positioned conveniently for, and he seemed to be offering it to, my mouth. I got hold of it and slid it between my lips as the other guy pushed into me from behind. Someone else was playing with my tits and other mouths and hands were all over my body. The cock in my mouth exploded at roughly the same time as the one in pussy. They were quickly replaced by different ones, but they were doing the same thing, fucking me.

I was pulled to the floor and made to sit on a cock of a guy lying down. My head was pulled to one side so I was looking over my shoulder to the right. Yet another cock was shoved into my mouth. Another guy was half kneeling in front of me. He murmured.

"Push your tits together Christina please."

I was being fucked from all angles.

It seemed to go on and on and on, but later I worked out that it lasted for only an hour or so. I tried to recall the number of times I was fucked, but that was impossible although I did work out that some guys either didn't cum or they fucked me several times. Given that we were only at it for a relatively short time, I more suspected the former than the latter.

I remember quite vividly the ending.

I was lying on my back and I had just had a three-way shag; one in my pussy, one in my mouth and one between my tits. The others had looked on with what I saw were their drooping dicks; they seemed to be finished. The three who had just fucked me moved away, but continued staring at me as did the other two so I had five men looking down at my naked body lying on the floor.

"Play with your tits" I heard Guy say from behind me.

Oddly, considering they had all fucked me and had been looking at my naked body for ages, I felt a little embarrassed doing that, but of course I did. I squeezed and pinched them and rolled the flesh together, I used my fingertips on my nipples and the flats of my hands on each orb. Apart from five pairs of male eyes staring at me, it was just like masturbating on my bed I was thinking, when Guy came into my range of vision and stood looking down at me. He was fully erect.

"Now fuck yourself," he grunted taking his cock in his hand.

He started to rub himself as I pressed my finger right alongside my clit. We were looking at each, his blue eyes boring into mine with that cold, intense stare as the others looked on. He began to rub his cock with longer and faster strokes. I rubbed myself with more pressure and slightly more speed. I looked round the faces of the other guys and let my eyes roam over their bodies and was oddly aroused by seeing a couple of cocks starting go hard, but his stare pulled my gaze back to his. We locked onto each other's stares as we started to masturbate. We seemed then to go into our own personal zone; although the other five were there and indeed two bare feet were actually touching my body, one on my shoulder the other my hip, it was as if they ceased to exist. It was just him and me, Guy and Christina, domme and sub, master and slut.

Amazingly, considering that I must have climaxed at least six or seven times in the past hour, I could feel myself starting to cum. I began to pant, I was opening and closing my mouth, screwing up my eyes and clenching and undoing the hand that wasn't fucking me. He could see all of that, he knew me so well. I saw him pumping harder, not faster, but with longer strokes. I arched my back as he thrust his lower body forward and the sperm shot from his cock and fell down onto my breasts with a dribble falling onto my face. So much came out, but then he seemed to be able to control that as well. As the sperm gushed from his cock onto me, he held his cock still and rigid just as he did when he was fucking me. But then he was fucking me, not my body, I was doing that, now he really was fucking my mind!