Road Trip Ch. 12

I looked downwards and saw somebody on the street way below looking up and pointing directly at me. As I watched, several other people stopped and looked up, then waved. What to do? Errol clearly wasn't going to stop, I didn't want to stop and wasn't too concerned, so I did about the only thing I could; I waved back. The crowd on the street grew and I also noticed several people at windows in the opposite building, watching intently as Errol's lovemaking pushed me inexorably towards my release. With a harder than usual thrust, Errol pushed into me hard and I felt his cum spurting inside me as his cock pulsed in my tunnel. That was enough to set me off and I bit my lip to still the scream that wanted to come out as waves of orgasm poured over me, enhanced by Terry squeezing my nipples hard.

I remained still as I recovered, hearing a few whistles from below as they observed the change in activity. Then Terry and Errol changed positions and Terry slid into my cream-pied pussy, continuing where Errol had left off. After another five minutes or so, it was all over. The crowd on the street waved and whistled, and the many people in the building opposite also waved. I stood up and waved, giving everyone a mock bow, then we hurried inside, goose bumps covering our bodies from the cold.

"Well, that's given the locals something to talk about today," said Errol, "Maybe it'll push the share prices up a few points."

We showered together, then dressed before we all went to the café on the third floor and ate breakfast. Errol and Terry thanked me profusely for a wonderful night and morning, Errol handing me an envelope and two hundred-dollar bills, while Terry gave me a bundle of notes, which I counted in the cab as being nearly six hundred. Quite a good amount for a night of fun and sex, I thought.

Nobody was home when I arrived, so I carefully selected clothes for tonight at The Crucible. I ate lunch alone as I replied to emails and web inquiries, then had a short nap on the bed, disturbed by Hank and Margarite arriving.

"Hi honey," greeted Hank.

"Hello, darling," I replied.

"How was last night? Must have had fun seeing you were out all night."

"Oh yes, it was fun," I replied, then gave him a very brief outline of the night.

"Cool, being fucked on a balcony while all of Washington could watch!"

"Yeah, well, it wasn't quite like that, but I must admit a few people would have had quite an eyeful, and, yes, it was cool, in a temperature way as well." I decided that nothing would be lost by being as pleasant as I could. "So how was your night?" I asked, looking from Hank to Margarite to include her also.

"Yeah, it was good," replied Margarite, "We went to a fairly intimate club and I had sex with several of the patrons while Hank watched, then we fucked once we returned home."

"Sounds like fun," I replied. "What have you planned for tonight?"

"I've got a client tonight, well, probably several clients as it's a hen party ahead of a wedding next weekend," replied Hank. "I've been told there will be several of us there, stripping then remaining naked to service the females present. Should be fun. How about you?"

"I'm going to The Crucible members night to see what I can find," I replied, far more confidently than I felt, "No idea what I'll experience or what will happen. Just don't necessarily expect me home by morning."

Both Margarite and Hank gave me a strange look, then exchanged glances with each other. "Well, that should be fun," said Margarite, "Do you have anything in mind to experience?"

"Well, my nipple piercings have healed so I want to get some bars fitted instead of the rings. They gave no pain last night when they were squeezed, well, none that I wouldn't expect, so I'm guessing they're ready for some thicker bars to begin the stretching process. What else happens, well, I'll just have to see what I feel like doing."

"Ok, I guess you're a big girl and know how to look after yourself," replied Margarite.

Hank came over to me and sat on the arm of a chair beside me. "Honey, I'm just wondering about your sudden decision to do this. You seem to have become quite uncommunicative recently. Is everything Ok between us?"

I looked at him, then at Margarite, then back to him. Hank got the message and asked Margarite to please leave, go to the other unit and close the door. Once she was gone, I hugged him to me and burst into tears on his chest. I sobbed and sobbed for several minutes until I was able to sob out all the hurt, betrayal and disillusionment that I found I'd stored up inside me. Only then, once my sobbing had abated, was I able to speak. I told him what I'd noticed about our relationship, how I felt about our distance apart now, how lonely and sex-starved I'd felt. Too give him his due, he listened and hung his head as though being accused of heinous crimes, which I guess, to some extent, he was. Eventually I was out of words, out of tears and felt empty and emotionless.

"I'm really sorry you feel like that, honey," he replied, "I thought we'd discussed the possibility of polyamory and we were both in agreement about it, but clearly not. I'm sorry; that's about all I can say."

I looked into his eyes and saw genuine remorse. It was time to talk; to discuss this situation and decide some ground rules. Clearly, while the concept had seemed workable when we'd discussed it earlier, when it actually happened it invoked unexpected emotions. I pointed out how he seemed to be ignoring me, how I felt that Margarite had taken him away from me, monopolizing him so that we could no longer be lovers. I don't think he'd realized the extent to which this had happened. After a long discussion and the establishment of a few ground rules, he asked Margarite to return and we discussed it as a threesome.

Margarite did not deny anything I said but looked sheepishly at the floor before apologizing to us both profusely.

"I was so lost, so alone, I guess I wanted a man and you were it, Hank. And I thought I could take you away from Celeste, but I was wrong. I'm really sorry. If you permit me to stay, then I promise I'll be more open and honest in my relationship with you both. It's certainly been a learning curve for me, and I would really appreciate the opportunity to put this learning into practice in our relationship."

We discussed the situation for several hours as the light faded outside. We switched on the lights and made some dinner, then Hank said he really had to prepare and go for his date tonight. Margarite and I were left looking at each other. After the discussion, I found I viewed Margarite in a different light and felt no antipathy towards her. Perhaps, I thought, given her situation, I may have done the same thing, or possibly worse; I still felt she needed some form of punishment though. Margarite broke the silence.

"Are you still wanting to go to The Crucible?"

"Yes, I think so," I replied.

"What say we go together? That way at least we can look out for one another and maybe not allow ourselves to be carried away in the moment and make foolish choices."

"Yes, that's a great idea, "I replied, brightening up far more than I would have thought possible an hour earlier.

Hank emerged wearing his Velcroed clothing for ease of stripping, kissed us both, was pleased we were going out together, then left. Margarite and I went to our bedroom and began changing for the evening. Margarite's wardrobe was minimal so she borrowed some of my clothing and also helped me into my tight corset, tightening the optional crotch strap far tighter than I could have managed by myself. Once we were dressed, we checked ourselves out in the mirror, called a cab and headed to whatever awaited us at the dungeon.

Two sexily dressed women without accompanying males act very much as guy magnets wherever they go, and here was no exception. Within a few moments of entry, several males had introduced themselves and asked if they could help us in any way. I had a few ideas of what I wanted to do, so suggested to Margarite that we head to the BDSM area, telling her that I wanted her to cane my ass. A couple of the guys tagged along to watch us, maybe hoping they'd get an opportunity to participate in some way in our private scene.

Margarite stripped off my dress, leaving me in my corset and crotch strap, then bent me over a bolster, fastening my wrists and ankles to the floor. Bending in the corset constricted my lungs even more than usual and I was panting short breaths as she selected a suitable cane, showing it to me to allow me to accept it.

"How many?" she asked.

"Twenty should do," I replied, noting that the cane was light so would sting but not leave too many marks. My clients were Ok with a few traces of this sort of activity but liked to be able to run their hands over a smooth ass cheek, not a ridged one with scabs from over-enthusiastic cane damage.

By now I knew what to expect and dutifully counted the strokes as the total increased. I enjoyed the first stroke and tolerated the others, knowing that the real joy would come afterwards as I felt my ass glowing from its punishment. However, tonight I was looking forward to having Margarite at my mercy as I punished her for taking Hank from me.

Once I was untied, she asked me to cane her ass, as was usual. I fastened her into position, then swapped the cane for a heavier, fiberglass cane that I knew would cause a great deal of pain and more damage than the light one she'd used on me. I showed it to her for her approval.

"Why have you swapped the instrument?" she asked.

"You caned me because I enjoy it. I'm caning you to punish you for taking Hank. There is a vast difference. I want to give you fifty strokes; is that Ok with you?"

For a few seconds Margarite hung her head as she contemplated her possible fate. It was her choice completely whether or not she accepted this; all she had to do was call 'safeword' and she'd be released immediately. I held my breath and waited for her decision.

"Yes, that's Ok. Go ahead with fifty," she agreed at last.

I released my bated breath and, without answering, took up my position. I waited for a few seconds, giving myself time for the anger I felt at the loss of the beautiful relationship Hank and I had developed due to her actions to increase and stabilize. By the time I swung the cane for the first stroke, I was angry and sad. Tears were running down my cheeks at the loss I felt, the grief for what had been but possibly would never be again. The cane swung hard and made a satisfying crack as it struck her hard across both cheeks.

Margarite's body recoiled with shock as she bit her lip to suppress her cry of pain. Her breathing increased until she was panting, trying desperately to manage the pain she felt. Through teary eyes I watched her regain control of herself as I saw the guys who were observing appear to pay much greater attention to what was now quite obviously a punishment between competing lovers for the same person. I swung back and struck again.

Margarite once again writhed in pain as the second stroke crossed the first angry-looking red line.

"Count," I told her.

"Two," she said, after a few seconds.

The third stroke was equally fierce and left another angry looking line on her ass. Her skin still had not split even though the strokes crossed each other.

"Three."

And so it continued, the stroke count slowly mounting. After around twenty strokes we had a visit from an official who inspected her ass, noting that some of the weals were weeping. He asked if she was Ok for it to continue and she nodded, confirming that she knew the safewords.

By the time she was in the forties, my anger had gone and so had much of my strength. The blows were no longer as ferocious as earlier and I felt I was completing the punishment out of duty, not out of anger. Margarite's ass cheeks looked a bloodied mess with several red rivulets of watery blood trickling down her thighs. By now also we had quite a large group of onlookers who were counting down to the final stroke, as well as an official who checked with Margarite after every second stroke. Margarite was distressed, but despite several requests that I be permitted to stop, she insisted that the full fifty strokes be administered.

"I deserve it," she told the official, "So continue; I should never have come between Celeste and Hank; never have caused her such emotional pain."

After the last blow, I threw down the cane and quickly untied her with the help of several onlookers. She stood upright, a little unsteadily, then surprised me by throwing her arms around me and embracing me. It was only then that she began sobbing against my shoulder, not from pain but from sorrow.

"I'm sorry, darling, sorry for coming between you and Hank, sorry for stealing him away from you, sorry for the heartache and grief I've caused you. Thank you for punishing me; I know I deserved everything you gave me and more."

I was taken aback. I had expected her to be angry and resentful for the mess I'd made of her smooth ass cheeks, but instead she was apologizing to me. How to reply? I had no anger left; I did, however, have remorse for letting my anger get the better of me.

"That's Ok, honey," I replied, stroking her back gently, "I'm sorry too. Sorry that I let your actions make me angry and sorry I've messed up your ass so much."

She lifted her head and looked me in the eye. "No problem. It'll heal; has before, will this time. We all good now?"

"Yeah, we're all good."

"So, you do know what the real problem was, don't you?" she asked.

Real problem? What was that? "No," I replied.

"The real problem is that you're a nympho; ready and needing to fuck anyone with a cock. That's your real problem. So, shall we see if we can sort that out tonight?"

I nodded, dumbfounded, suddenly realizing the truth of what she said, suddenly feeling horny; desperately horny. I needed a cock in me now. The excitement and arousal of caning her ass had hidden the horniness I felt, but it now came out with a vengeance. I felt my pussy drooling, my juices running down my inner thighs, ready and waiting to be fucked, to cum and cum and cum some more.

"Yes, please sort it," I replied, looking around at the guys watching and listening. "Anyone volunteer to help a lady in distress?" I asked.

There were, of course, numerous men willing and, by the look of their cocks, ready to assist in this type of emergency situation. Two of them came forward and took an arm each, then escorted me to the far side of the room where a sex swing was hanging. They lifted me onto it, fastened my wrists and ankles, briefly discussed whether to remove my corset, but in the interests of convenience decided it could remain, with just the crotch strap being removed for obvious reasons. Tom offered to go first and smiled at me as he stood between my wide spread legs, slowly fingering my sopping trench. He leant forward and kissed me, lips then nipples, then stood up and pushed me away. As I swung back he lined his cock up but missed, his organ sliding across the crease between my thigh and pussy as my trench pressed against his upper thigh. He stroked my clit a few times, causing me to moan in lust, then pushed me away again.

This time his aim was true and I felt his cock penetrate me and slide quickly to its full depth, the head pounding the end of my tunnel. I clenched hard, holding him in me and succeeded in holding him in place. He held me by my breasts and began fucking in and out rapidly and deeply. Within a few seconds, it seemed, although it was probably longer, I was cumming, my body shaking as my cunt clenched his cock tightly and waves of ecstasy poured through me. As my orgasm washed over me, he continued fucking me, unmindful of my needs, intent only on releasing his pent-up sperm deep inside my welcoming sheath. As I recovered from my initial climax, he tensed, thrust into me as deeply as possible and I felt his hot cum spurting against the end of my cunt. I love that feeling; it never fails to make me cum. This time was no different; as I felt his release, I came once more, my breathing labored and panting against the constricting corset as I once more floated in bliss.

I was only vaguely aware of him pulling out to allow another guy to take his place. The first two occasions after he entered me I was still too far gone to hold him, but on his third penetration I held tight and was rewarded by a wonderful fuck, which caused me to once again cum hard as I received his copious fluids inside me. From there it became a blur as cock after cock entered me, filled me, then withdrew. I seemed to be in a constant state of orgasm, the only thing varying was its intensity. I suspect that they gave up on waiting for me to grip their cocks at the start, as I was almost oblivious to them changing, and simply responded to their fucking. My only awareness was of unending stimulation and countless, almost constant, orgasms. Then I must have passed out.

I came to lying on a mattress with Margarite kneeling beside me, stroking my hair.

"Ah, so you're awake at last," she said, smiling down at me, "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes, it was wonderful, thanks honey."

"That's great. Guess you're all sexually satiated for the next few weeks, eh?"

I mentally checked my body; apart from my constricting corset, which impeded my breathing a little, I felt normal. I gently felt my pussy, pushing a finger part way into my gaping opening, feeling the response as my vagina involuntarily clenched around it. Far from feeling satiated, I realized I still felt horny despite who knows how many cocks in the past little while.

"No, not at all. I actually feel quite horny," I told her.

"You're sure a nympho then. Apart from fucking, what else do you want to do tonight?"

I remembered my ringed breasts and reached up to feel them. All good there; no pain.

"I want these rings replaced with some bars so I can start stretching my nipple holes," I replied, sitting up. "Let's go find Pierre."

Pierre was very pleased with the rate of healing and agreed to fit thin bars through the holes. "This will stretch them a little, which may cause some discomfort at first, but the holes will soon adapt so I'll sell you two pairs of bars, one slightly thicker than the ones I fit tonight."

Margarite told me she'd be back in a short time and Pierre removed the rings, fitted the thinner of the bars, screwed on the end caps then packaged everything up so I could take it with me. I found my clothing, placed the rings and bigger bars in my pocket, collected money to pay Pierre, then Margarite returned with a broad grin on her face.

"I've got a surprise for you, darling," she said with a grin, "But first you need to remove your corset."

We unfastened the busks and unwrapped my belly, then she led me to a machine that looked like a half drum but had a saddle with a large dildo pointing upwards. It was already shining with lube.

"Have you ridden a Sybian before?" she asked.

"No, I've heard of them but never ridden one. I guess I sit on the saddle and the dildo goes inside me," I replied as I straddled it enthusiastically.

"Yes, that's the general idea," confirmed Margarite, "Lower yourself down gently."

I did as she said, feeling the dildo sliding effortlessly into my dilated vagina until I was kneeling on the pads on the base board. I loved the feel of the hard plastic cock inside me and the feel of the short fingers pressing against my clit. I waited for something to happen. Margarite had obviously used this machine before and quickly strapped my knees to the board then with some help she positioned a bar in front of me and fastened my arms over it.

"That's to support you if you need it," she explained. "The Sybian can become very intense."