The Patron and the Saint

Her breathing is ragged, and I can see without needing to touch that's she's soaking wet. An older woman in fur walks up to her, looks her up and down for a moment, and reaches out to grip one nipple firmly between her fingers. A sharp twist, and Sarah's breath hisses between clenched teeth. The lady in fur releases her and gently strokes the abused breast once, then twice, before slapping it with a crack that echos around the newly silent room.

Sarah's eyes are narrowed and glazed, and I can see her knees trembling from here. The woman in fur has just begun to reach for the other breast when a chime behind us announces the arrival of the elevator. Her tormentor retreats back to whatever business she was about before the interlude, and the rest of the audience similarly return to business, oblivious to the last couple of minutes.

I turn to face the opening elevator doors, as does Sarah, legs still wide, fingers still laced. We stand a little to one side, as convention dictates that you allow people to exit the elevator before you step on. Each of the passengers from the extremely full car pauses in front of us, as far more recent convention dictates you have to dip a finger in the cunt of the exhibitionist slut and then use her mouth to clean it off before moving on. When the car is finally empty we're the only two to get on board, as I'm done waiting. I can't extend my will to every human in a forty story building and prevent them from using the elevator, but I can sure as hell stop them from getting on and wasting our time.

She collapses against the corner. "Oh my god. Oh my god." She curls up in a ball and just rocks back and forth for a moment. "Oh my god that was too fucking much you have got to make me cum I'm going to die."

"You are not going to die, but you can come here and suck till we get to our floor if you wish." I tell her, fishing my erection out of my slacks. She stumbles a little bit as she lurches over on unsteady legs but she gets me in her mouth before we hit the third floor. She knows she can't make me cum in the minute it's going to take to get to our floor but at this point my penis is like a security blanket, a promise that cocks do exist and that she can have them.

When the chime announces our floor I have to pull her up and help her to our room, with her whimpering into my neck the entire way. In the time it takes me to rummage through my pockets to find the room key she's sunk back down to the floor and is sucking me off again.

I get the door open and drag her into the living room. Philip, the waiter that assisted me in our duel earlier tonight, is sitting here, on his lap is Xyla, the college kid Sarah used me on last time we had one of these weekends. I'd planned a much more elaborate reveal for these two into our little game, but I'm afraid I've pushed her a little too much, and she's too far gone to appreciate things coming full circle. Mentally commanding her into what I now think of as the 'Kayla' position, face in the carpet, ass in the air, I turn to Philip. "Come over here and fuck her cunt, hard, until she comes."

As he pushes Xyla off his lap and walks across the room towards Sarah, I flop down into a chair. Without preamble Philip drops to his knees behind her, lowers his pants, lines up his cock, and slides into her. Her relieved groan is gratifying. He slides his hands down to get a solid grip on her hips and then begins pounding into her like there's no tomorrow. She's making little squeaks in time with his hips slapping into her ass, and it's not long before those squeaks become a continuous whine. Her hands begin scrabbling at the carpet and the whine increases in volume to a full-fledged shriek as the orgasm she's been chasing finally comes crashing down on her. She's so loud that I check nearby rooms for other hotel guests and throw an 'ignore' blanket over them. She flails through her long awaited release for a solid minute, Philip still pounding away, before she goes limp and slides off of his cock and flat on to the floor, facedown and completely overcome.

She's still shivering in the aftermath when I send my next instructions to our guests. Without letting her recover, Xyla slips out of her panties, drops down onto her ass with her legs spread, scoots forward, grabs Sarah's hair and pulls her face in tight against her young cunt. Grinding against her and murmuring she nods to Philip, who has doubled up his leather belt and brings it down with a tremendous crack on my date's ass.

She shrieks incoherently into Xyla's crotch. "Eat the cunt, bitch!" spits Philip, who is watching her face and stroking his still-hard cock. Xyla is still quietly murmuring and grinding her crotch against my date's face. Another nod.

CRACK.

"Eat it, bitch!"

Apparently this time she commits, as Xyla releases her hair and leans back on both arms, lifting her pelvis to match Sarah's now motivated tongue. Philip, meanwhile, has retrieved a jar of lubricant and is busy applying it to his cock and to my date's unprotected rosebud. It turns out Philip is actually a pretty gentle soul, and I had to expend a fair amount of energy getting him into this role. Xyla, on the other hand, has no qualms about following orders.

Philip is now working his cock into Sarah's defenseless ass, and not with the skill and timing of Mr. Suit, it must be admitted. Only steady, blunt pressure until her helpless anus just gives way under the relentless assault. I can see it snap up over the head of his rigid dick, and then just widen and surrender as he drives his cock to the hilt in her guts. She's moaning into Xyla's cunt, and Xyla is apparently not pleased with the drop in tongue efficiency caused by distraction from the anal intruder. She nods to Philip once more, and he still has the presence of mind to whip the woman he's assfucking in order to make her a more obedient cuntlicker.

Once Xyla signals her satisfaction, Philip begins to pump in earnest, and the slapping noises he makes as he reams out Sarah's taut buttocks are almost as lewd as the muffled slurps and moans coming from Xyla's increasingly wet pussy. Xyla has leaned forward again in order to grab a handful of hair, still murmuring to herself. She's watching intently as Philip's large cock vanishes up my date's rectum over and over again. Soon she's really grinding her crotch against the mouth diligently servicing her, and proceeds to cum, hissing breath through clenched teeth. Philip has apparently also reached his limit, as he drives himself in to the hilt, buttocks flexing as he releases his seed in into Sarah's unresisting bowels.

They collapse into a heap, a heaving, panting, slick pile of flesh. I give them a moment, and then call Xyla. She stumbles over to stand in front of me.

I'm long past any subtlety at this point. "Have you ever fucked a man?"

"Yeah."

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"No."

"Well hallelujah."

She's somehow remained mostly clothed through this. I have her strip to reveal a short, slender body with fat, pale breasts. I unzip my pants and release my erection again. "Get on."

She clambers into my lap, wraps her arms around my neck and quickly impales her cunt on my cock. She's very tight, and still wet from her recent tongue bath.

"Now, fuck like your anal virginity depends on it, because it does."

In moment's she's wrapped around me tight as a python, licking my ear and humping her pelvis into me with short, brutal thrusts. She starts murmuring again, which turns out to be an unending stream of extreme filth just at the edge of hearing. I've been thinking about fucking this little cunt since I was denied the privilege months ago, and as it turns out, it was well worth the wait. I slide one hand down her sweat-slick back, over her small ass and down her crack until the tip of my middle finger is applying pressure to her anus. Holding it there takes effort, because if anything, the pace of her frantic humping increases. I move my other hand up to get a solid handful of her hair, and roughly pull her ear over to my lips. "I lied, you know. You're a fantastic fuck, but no matter how good you work my cock there's going to be plenty left to break in your ass." With that, I sink the entire length of my finger through her sphincter. She just starts panting harder and nipping my ear. Her cunt is slamming into me so fast I have a brief vision my cock bursting into flame from the friction.

Looking over the shoulder of my new cocksleeve to the other couple in the room, I find Philip has rolled my date over on to her back and is crouched over her head, facing her feet. In a moment I see that he's gotten her to lick his balls while he strokes himself hard again. She looks like she barely has the energy to do even that, but I can see her tongue flicking in and out obediently as he jacks off and tweaks her nipples when he feels she's not working hard enough.

It's possible I may have turned Philip's cruelty up a bit too high.

Once he's hard again, he slides back, tilts her head to line up her throat and pries her mouth open before slowly pushing his cock into the only hole she possesses that he hasn't sampled. I can see that he hits her throat without bottoming out. He fucks in and out slowly a few times, letting her get used to him, and then reaches down with both hands to lift her neck up farther. Bumping into her throat again, I can tell he's pressing forward with his cock and pulling her neck back towards him with his hands, like her head is just a tight fuck-tube. After a few more moments of pressure, he backs off to let her recover for a couple of seconds, before pushing forward again. This time, he doesn't relent and just as her hands begin to flutter in protest her throat finally surrenders, and I can see the sudden bulge in her neck where he's gone through. He just holds her there for a moment, his eyes closed to better enjoy the sensation while her limbs flop weakly as she struggles for air, then finally pulls out to allow her to gasp for breath.

Once more he gives her a few seconds to recover before pressing forward again. He knows how much pressure he needs this time, and her throat has already yielded up to him once, so he pops through almost immediately and quickly withdraws. Allowing her the absolute minimum time possible to get oxygen, he begins throatfucking her in earnest, her neck bulging with each thrust. Soon he's dropped all pretense about worrying about her needs and is fucking her face like a jackrabbit while she blindly and futilely bats at him with her hands. It only takes him a few moments before he buries himself in her and grunts as he empties himself into her stomach and withdraws his softening rod from her final orifice while she gasps in ragged relief.

Feeling like she's had more than enough abuse for the evening, I tune Philip back down to normal and let both of them lie there and rest from their exertions before returning my attention to the pale girl trying to fuse her pelvis with mine by main force.

It's worth noting about Xyla that I didn't have to compel her to be here. When Sarah wrote last week to say she was going to by flying in, I made it a point to find our little guest from last time. Turns out she's a college student here, and with a little applied effort I was able to get her address from the registrar. When she opened the door she recognized me immediately, and when I told her about Sarah's visit she asked to be part of the games before I even had a chance to 'request' her presence. I gave her the room number and left instructions with the front desk to admit her. I intended her as a surprise for Sarah, regardless of who won our contest, because she really did enjoy the girl last time, and I will admit in my heart of hearts that it was a really hot weekend. That's not to say I'm not pleased to be the person delivering assfucks this time around rather than receiving them.

I didn't get to so much as see Xyla naked last time, beyond becoming extremely familiar with the appearance of her slit from close up. Sarah kept my face buried in the young cunt for what felt like hours, multiple times over the course of three days. Something about the visual really pushes my friend's buttons. I didn't sample the young woman when I found her again last week, because she feels like a prize in our little game to me, and I didn't want to use her without earning her. I'm getting the full course now, though. She's still slamming her hips into me like she has something to prove, and the fingerfucking I'm giving her ass seems to be literally driving her insane. Her murmuring hasn't been coherent for a while now and she keeps licking and biting my ear and neck. Her arms are locked around me more tightly than she should reasonably be able to manage and I can feel the hard nipples of her fat breasts crushed against my chest.

I'm about to whisper something filthy into her ear again when her humping becomes less rhythmic and more frantic. Her teeth clamp down on my shoulder almost hard enough to draw blood and she begins breathing very roughly through her nose. Her pelvis slams into me a final time and her body locks around me like a straight-jacket as she begins keening through the mouthful of flesh she's latched onto. She begins to convulse and her cunt is pulsing delightfully around my cock while she shudders through her orgasm.

Eventually her muscles unclench and she sags against me, head resting on my shoulder, my still-rigid cock buried in her twitching pussy. I start a slight rocking motion to keep myself hard inside her while she recovers. I look across the room and see that Philip is lightly snoring where he collapsed after the throatfucking, but Sarah has come back to the land of the living, has found a robe somewhere, and is seated on the couch just opposite us, watching and gently stroking herself.

"Sorry about him, I'm not doing great at setting limits tonight."

She waves a hand. "I was so far gone by that point I didn't care if he choked me until I passed out. I'll get back at you for it next time."

"Fair enough. My little surprise here didn't play out the way I had planned. The elevator sequence more or less shut you down, in terms of cognition."

She leans her head back, closing her eyes and stroking as she remembers it. "God, I didn't think it was possible to be that horny. I would have done anything you said by the time we got in, command or no."

"Mmm. It was hot." I'm enjoying the memory myself, as I slowly hump into the limp girl impaled on my lap. "This little slut was going to be waiting in here regardless of the outcome at dinner. Never say I didn't get you anything."

"I didn't even recognize her I got up and watched the two of you just now. I'm sorry I didn't appreciate what has happening when you made me eat her out. You're very sweet for going to the trouble, especially since you were risking another weekend with your face buried in her crotch and my plastic cock buried up your ass."

"There are worse ways to spend time." Xyla has recovered enough to turn and rest her head against my chest, staring at Sarah through hooded eyes and adding a little hip action to our slow fuck.

"She really enjoyed last time," I say, "I haven't had to compel her to do anything, just a few unspoken directions during the fun."

"She was the same way then, too, after the I first pulled her off the street that Friday. She's turned on by what we can do, and that we do it to each other. She likes being a prop in this."

"Hmm," I reply, as my hand snakes down to begin fingering her rosebud again, "we'll see just how much she likes being a prop here in a few minutes. I still haven't cum tonight, and I've already threatened her with an assfuck. She assures me she's a virgin back here." This as my finger pops through her sphincter once more. Her only response is a slight hitch in her breathing. Her hips just continue their slow rocking.

"There's a lot of that going around tonight."

"What?"

"Assfucking." she grins as she watches me finger Xyla's small, tight rear-end.

"Indeed. Two of them virgins, in addition to your lovely bud."

"Mmm," she says, stroking away. "Xyla, come here and lick me."

She doesn't stir from her spot in my lap, just keeps slowly rolling her hips into me and staring at Sarah through slitted eyes.

"Xyla, come here." No response, slow humping.

"Xyla," I ask, "why aren't you doing what Sarah tells you?"

"She lost."

I grin over at my date. "It seems she doesn't take orders from losers, dear."

"Dammit." She's rubbing her clit more rapidly now. "Send her over here, and I'll make it up to you next time I have the lead."

"Fine, fine. Xyla, do what Sarah tells you."

She mumbles something into my chest and doesn't move.

"Speak up."

"... make me."

I blink at that, and share a look with my date.

"Well, you heard her. Restrictions off. Make her."

She flashes me a wide grin as I watch pink fog bloom around her. Xyla rears back from me with a gasp, slides off my cock, and falls to her ass on the carpeting in front of me, her pale tits bouncing roughly. She flips over, and I watch her gyrate as she struggles over to Sarah without the use of her arms, like a worm. Sarah slides to the edge of the couch and spreads her legs wide, and when Xyla is within reach, grabs a double fistful of hair and drags her face to face.

"Is that what you wanted, you little slut? Have we been too nice to you?" The girl just stares at her, panting through her parted lips with her hips making involuntary little humping motions. Sarah stares at the nude, silent college student a moment longer before leaning in and covering her mouth in a violent kiss.

She makes out with the pliant young student for long seconds, and Xyla's hands slowly slide towards her own pussy. Sarah breaks off the kiss and releases the girl to collapse back on the ground. "None of that, fucktoy." Xyla gasps as her hands quickly slip away from her crotch and behind her back. They each grab the elbow of the opposite arm and adhere as though fused. The college student is lying flat on the carpet, aimed at the sofa, with her head at Sarah's feet.

Sarah wraps a handful of the girl's hair around her right fist a couple of times, and with some effort, bends her little slut's upper body up off of the floor, leaning down slightly from her seat on the sofa to bring them face to face once more. Weight suspended by her hair, arms trapped behind her, her fat, pale breasts swinging invitingly in front of her slender torso, she is panting and a bit wild-eyed, still unable to control the little humping motions her hips are making.

"You don't obey losers? Answer me."

Xyla remains silent except for her labored breathing.

Sarah reaches forward and caresses a breast. The girl shudders.

"You don't obey losers?"

Sarah's hand wraps around one the breast, not able to completely encircle it.

"You don't obey losers?"

Sarah begins to squeeze the titflesh, pulling it down toward the nipple in the same motion. Xyla's eyelids are fluttering.

"You don't obey losers?"

She repeats the motion, more quickly, as though she's milking the girl's plump udders. She switches to the other breast, and then back.

"You don't obey losers?"

The motions have gotten rough. Xyla's breath is coming in shudders, and every few pulls Sarah is gripping a fat, hard nipple and pulling it hard enough to drag it away from her chest several inches. Suddenly she releases both breasts and draws back her hand.

"You."

CRACK

Even I jump as the sharp sound as Sarah's open hand slaps one of the fat, young tits.

"Don't."

CRACK

Backhanded this time, on the opposite breast. Sarah is already drawing her hand back for the next assault, and Xyla's eyes are about to pop out of her head.