WVC Ch. 33: The 5th Training Session

Dropping her gaze down my quivering cock, she spoke to the two mistresses who'd been hovering in the background, watching.

"He's secured."

Tapping the riding crop against her boots as she approached, Mistress Shannon nodded at the twitching pole protruding from between my outstretched legs.

"Get him wetter. I want to see your drool covering his penis"

Eagerly, the younger girl fell to her knees and wrapped both hands around the base of my throbbing cock. As she leaned close, I felt her warm breath wash across the surface of my straining knob as Mistress Carolyn moved behind me and out of sight. With almost solemn reverence, Erika spread her lips and took the engorged cockhead into her mouth. Swirling her tongue all around the fat bulb, she bathed my taut skin with her saliva as the brunette mistress watched.

When the first stroke from Mistress Carolyn's whip fell across my bare butt, I lurched forward, shoving my stiff cock deep between Erika's willing lips. She took nearly all of the thick shaft, relaxing her jaw to let the rounded bulb slide inside until it bumped the back of her throat. Gripping the base with both fists, she worked to take even more of my pulsing stalk. I could feel the rippling of her throat muscles as she tried to swallow the last inch or so, making little gurgling sounds from deep inside. As Mistress Carolyn smacked my ass again, she started to choke. Abruptly jerking her head back, she kept her firm grasp around my throbbing shaft as she coughed and tried to catch her breath.

With my wet cockhead glistening the bright light, the kneeling girl coughed again as Mistress Shannon strolled closer, snapping the crop against her boots with ominous authority. When Erika glanced up at me, I saw that she had tears in her eyes, probably the result of her valiant effort to take all of my bloated cock. Standing next to her, Mistress Shannon gazed down at the shiny bulb as another whip stroke sent a jolt through my body. When she noticed the older woman's focus, Erika gave my throbbing shaft a long, slow squeeze and pump while holding it up toward the ceiling.

Raising her riding crop, Mistress Shannon tapped rounded end of my knob, squarely on the yawning hole.

"You've covered his penis with so much saliva I can't tell how much fluid he's leaking."

"Sorry."

Looking down at the abashed look on her pretty face, I suddenly realized that Erika was driven by Mistress Shannon's approval just as much as I was. As she continued to swat my straining cockhead, the brunette mistress smiled.

"Erika, it's perfect. It's exactly what I wanted."

Beaming, the gorgeous coed began to post up and down my hard-on, keeping both fists tight as she milked the pulsing stalk, producing one shimmering drop after another. Mistress Shannon continued to tap my straining cockhead, aiming the flat end of the crop at the gaping cockslit, splattering each glistening bead as it appeared.

Behind me, the blonde mistress maintained a leisurely but steady rhythm, alternating ass cheeks as she snapped the leather strands across my bare skin. Coordinating with the mistress standing beside her, Erika squeezed and pumped, pausing after each stroke to grip the base of my throbbing stalk and hold the purplish bulb high. That gave Mistress Shannon a stationary target as she swatted the eye of my oozing cockhead. As they picked up the pace, the smacks of leather on my vulnerable knob grew sharper until Mistress Shannon abruptly halted.

Frowning as she peered at the tip of my trembling hard-on, watching the relentless flow of fluid dribble out my cockhole, she thought for a moment. Another thwack on my butt sent my pulsing cock jerking in Erika's double fisted grasp. Still watching my bloated pole, she tapped the kneeling girl on the shoulder with her crop.

"Up. Go get your whip and join Carolyn."

Nodding eagerly, Erika released me and rose to her feet. Without a backward glance, she walked rapidly back to the bench to retrieve the small whip she'd left there. Free from any constraint, my raging hard-on bobbed eagerly, the skin on the swollen bulb stretched taut and shiny, still seeping profusely. As Erika disappeared behind me, Mistress Shannon began hit the quivering knob, little taps at first, pausing after each swat to watch my jutting pole bounce up and down as it sent drops of my fluid sailing into the air.

The air whistled behind me and Erika landed her whip across my upper back, the straps splaying across my body harness, while the tips bit into my exposed skin. I yelped in surprise. She swung the leather with more force than the blonde mistress and I recoiled under the blow. As she smacked my swollen knob once more, Mistress Shannon spoke as she stared down at her bobbing, dripping target.

"Be still."

"Yes Ma'am."

Mistress Carolyn continued to whip my ass, covering every inch of my vulnerable cheeks, while Erika focused on my back and shoulders. After her initial attack, she cooled off the intensity of her strokes, more or less matching the tall blonde both in rhythm and in strength. But in front, Mistress Shannon whacked my stiff cock harder, unleashing a series of increasingly vicious blows until with a snort of disgust, she stopped.

With her chest heaving, she glared down at my protruding hard-on, still fully erect and oozing freely despite the punishing blows she'd just given me. Jutting out from her firm breasts, her dark red nipples looked as rigid and erect as my cock. As the two women kept swinging their whips behind me, the brunette working my front shifted tactics, sliding her fingers over my engorged cockhead, smearing the juice across the taut surface. I shivered. The coolness of her fingertips was in sharp contrast to the flaming skin stretched over my rounded bulb. Running her soft fingers up my stalk, she traced the thick veins along the side, heavy and pulsing with blood.

"Impressive."

Her voice was low enough that only I could hear her. Wrapping one hand around the base of my bloated shaft, she squeezed. As the blows continued to rain down on my back and ass, I started to thrust forward in response to each stinging stroke, humping her fist, slick from the liquid dribbling from my gaping cockhole.

"It's quite remarkable that you can keep your penis erect like this. And generate this much nectar."

Mistress Shannon gave my rigid cock another squeeze and a firm stroke before sinking to her knees. Letting the riding crop dangle from her wrist, she curled her other hand around my thickened stalk as well. As she studied the rounded end of my cockhead, examining the clear fluid streaming from the yawning slit, she began to post up and down, using both fists to encourage even more juice to flow from my bulging knob. Each jolt on my backside caused me to shove my hard-on closer to her until my body was fully arched in the wooden frame and I was hanging from the restraints in the corners.

The whip that had been spanking my butt slid lower, landing on my upper thighs, just under the rounded curve of my ass cheeks. As a result, I started to thrust at a higher angle, sending my purplish bulb jerking up toward the kneeling mistress' face and flicking a single drop of liquid to splat on her forehead. Not daring to expect it, I was hoping for more. And when she wet her lips, I held my breath.

Gripping the root of my throbbing shaft, she pressed the back of her fists against my smooth pubic mound and opened her mouth. Stunned, I watched as she effortlessly took my entire cockhead between her lips. As one whip continued to fall across my back, the other began to land high on the inside of my legs, the leather tendrils snaking up between my open thighs to snap dangerously close to my hanging balls. When one stroke did catch the underside of my exposed ball sac, I jerked forward and drove my cock farther into Mistress Shannon's mouth. She took me easily, engulfing most of my shaft without missing a beat.

Her tight grasp kept me there, and as the pace of the whip strokes started to quicken, I could feel the muscles in her throat swallowing me, urging me even deeper into the yielding cavity. Trying to ignore the rising intensity of the whips from the other two females, I eased my swollen cock forward, slowly sliding farther down her throat until she had to release her double fisted grip, first one hand and then the other. Welcoming the invading hard-on, she reached around my hips and cupped the flaming ass cheeks to pull me closer until her tautly stretched lips bumped against my clean shaven pubic mound.

I blinked. I couldn't recall anyone taking the whole shaft into her mouth, at least not when I was fully erect.

Holding me in place by squeezing each buttock, she worked her throat on my trapped pole, long rippling swallows that felt like she was milking me. Both Mistress Carolyn and Erika stopped, peeking around my torso to see what she was doing to my hard-on. After a long minute, she slowly withdrew, pulling her mouth off my dripping cock and letting the engorged bulb pop free with a loud smack.

"Wow!"

The exclamation came from a clearly impressed Erika. Smiling up at the wide eyed girl, Mistress Shannon began pumping my slippery cock as she replied.

"I have many talents. Some I don't have the opportunity to exercise very often. Start working his chest over with your whip."

Ignoring me as she continued to squeeze and stroke, she turned to the blonde peering around me on the other side.

"You keep whipping his ass. I'll attend to his oversized penis."

As Mistress Carolyn withdrew and began to whack my butt once more, Erika unfurled her whip and started on my chest. Unlike her first assault on my back, my former trainer's initial foray on my front was much less assertive, almost timid by comparison. From her vantage point between my bound ankles, Mistress Shannon had a good view of the girl's anemic technique. As the kneeling mistress continued to post up and down on my pulsing hard-on with her right hand, she reached between my thighs to cup my swinging balls with the left.

"You need to put more muscle into it, Erika. You won't hurt him. Besides, he'll be paying more attention to what I'm doing to him down here."

She was right. Swirling her tongue all around my bulging cockhead while she jacked my rigid stalk, she drew my attention away from the whips. Gently tugging on my balls, she periodically pulled her head back to stare down at the rounded end, watching the flow of liquid bubble out of my open cockslit. Switching tactics, she released my balls and let them swing freely between my thighs so she could retrieve the riding crop. At the end of each downward stroke from her fist, she gripped my bloated stalk at the base and held the purplish bulb high. While she squeezed, tightening the pull across my cockhead and spreading the tiny hole wider, she tapped it with the leather crop, landing squarely on the yawning slit. After a series of sharp smacks, she paused, inspecting the oozing crevice as my hard-on trembled in her grasp.

"Don't go dry on me now. You're almost there."

Leaning forward, she extended her tongue and licked up the next sparkling drop to appear, drinking it down as she resuming her steady pumping. Another emerged and she quickly lapped it up it up as well. When a third one appeared as the result of her milking fist, Mistress Shannon delicately captured the rounded bulb between her lips and nursed on the end. More fluid followed, sliding past her probing tongue and down her throat while she kept jacking me, employing both hands to coax the clear liquid up and out of my slit. Judging from the pace of her billowing cheeks and the frequency of her swallowing throat, I don't think I had gone dry. And I had nearly forgotten the pair of whips smacking my chest and ass.

Erika had grown bolder, snapping the leather as she alternated between my stiff nipples. Pausing to gather the strands together in her left hand, she carefully took aim at her target before flicking her wrist. She'd perfected the technique, expertly landing the tips of the leather tendrils on my tender buds, each strike sending a sharp jolt to the base of my hard-on. A rumbling in my balls let me know I was getting close to the point of no return, and my breath became short and ragged.

Behind me, Mistress Carolyn kept me guessing where the next blow would fall. One on my rounded butt, the next across the lower part of my back, a third up along the inner portion of my open thigh, and then squarely on my upraised shoulders. As far as I could I tell, the tall blonde wasn't using any discernable pattern. But when she snaked her whip up between my spread ass cheeks and whacked my defenseless sphincter, I yelped and jerked forward, driving my throbbing cock farther between Mistress Shannon's lips than she anticipated.

Yanking my dripping cock out of her mouth, she grabbed the riding crop and whaled away on the straining knob, the black leather finding the very tip and whacking the gaping cockslit. Throwing my head back, I cried out again and thrust against her fist, seeking the stinging whip as I felt the first surge of release rise up from my balls. The kneeling woman must have felt it too as she squeezed the base of my stalk and whipped the deep purple bulb with a ferocious abandon. Intently gazing at my seeping knob, she barked.

"Now! Cum for me!"

Immediately, she plunged her lips back down over my quivering cockhead as she continued to jack me into her mouth. And then, my eyes rolled back in my head and I exploded.

As I arched my back and shoved my cock as far forward as I could, pressing out against the restraints, the first jet of cum hit the back of her throat. She managed to swallow it, tilting her head back to let it slide all the way as she flared her nostrils, trying catch her breath. Still pumping my swollen stalk, she knew more was to follow. When Mistress Carolyn's whip found my sphincter again, I jerked in the kneeling woman's grasp. She was ready for me this time, and pulled her lips off my spasming knob just as the second wad shot out. Thick and creamy white, it traveled up her face to splatter across the black leather of her mask.

Erika stopped to watch as Mistress Shannon kept up her double fisted posting. Letting the crop dangle from her wrist, she reached up between my legs to grab my balls. As she squeezed them, she looked up at me and grinned.

"Don't stop now."

With the next urgent stroke of her fist, I obliged, delivering a third blast just as Mistress Shannon captured the jerking cockhead back between her lips. Milking the shaft, she sucked the viscous fluid down, her cheeks billowing in and out as she applied a ferocious suctioning. Keeping her green eyes locked on mine, she jacked me into her mouth, eagerly accepting the yet another spurt of cream

Mistress Carolyn must have figured out what was going on since she too halted her assault on my backside. Joining the brunette mistress on the floor between my feet, she leaned close to my crotch and opened her reddish lips, sliding them along the side of my throbbing shaft. Thrusting my hips forward, I delivered a fifth gob of my milk between Mistress Shannon's slurping lips. Holding onto the last discharge, she turned to her fellow mistress, carefully opening her mouth to show her the glistening mixture of her saliva and my cream.

The blonde leaned in and kissed her, opening her mouth and welcoming the gift of cum and spit. Back and forth they traded the blended juices as Erika just watched, caressing the leather strands of her whip. Mistress Shannon released her grip on me so she could wrap her left arm around Mistress Carolyn's shoulders, drawing the other women closer as they continued to fence with their tongues, creamy drool spilling from the corners of their mouths.

Hanging in the wooden frame, my legs shaking from the exertion, I watched the two kneeling mistresses exchange sloppy kisses as I gasped for air. Jerking and twitching, my rigid cock stuck straight out from between my legs, abandoned by Mistress Shannon as she devoted her attention to the busty blonde. Without any more stimulation, it appeared that my climax was done.

Finally, they separated, still maintaining passionate eye contact. Even through their masks, I could see the light shining in their eyes. As she tenderly held onto the other woman's shoulders, Mistress Carolyn rose up onto her knees and licked up the pearly strand of cum that was starting to slide down the front of Mistress Shannon's mask. Holding it delicately on her tongue, she offered it to the kneeling brunette. With a warm smile, Mistress Shannon shook her head.

"Share it with Erika."

Balancing the sparking pool of cream on the flat of her tongue, the tall blonde rose to her feet, the heavy globes on her chest wobbling above the edge of the black leather corset. Just like her friend still on the floor, Mistress Carolyn's oversized nipples were wildly erect, the pinkish areoles puckered with excitement. As she kissed Erika, sliding the wet mixture into my new mistress's mouth, Mistress Shannon also stood. With her full breasts swaying slightly, she watched the other two intertwine their tongues for a minute before turning to me.

With my head hanging as I sagged against the wrist restraints, I was breathing heavily watching the interactions among the three women. After finally emptying my balls, I figured that my participation in the evening's festivities were over and they would release me. I was wrong.

Gazing down at my bare crotch, the brunette mistress regained control of the riding crop dangling from her wrist. Following her eyes as she slid the leather tip underneath my cock, I was surprised as anyone that after the long awaited orgasm, my hard-on had hardly drooped at all. While the reddened bulb didn't appear quite round and full as before my climax, the thickened stalk looked just as bloated as it did earlier. And as it jutted out from between my spread legs, it was only slightly lower than horizontal. Lifting the inflamed knob with her crop, Mistress Shannon cleared her throat.

"He looks like he'll be ready to go again soon."

She was speaking to the other two. Hearing her voice, the pair unwound their embrace and immediately stared down between my parted thighs. As Mistress Shannon used the crop to bounce my protruding cock up and down, Erika separated from the older woman and stepped up beside me. Sliding her hand across my lower abdomen, just above the base of my shaft, she smiled.

"His recovery time is usually pretty fast. Do you want me to prepare him?"

Her voice had an eager undertone that was unmistakable. Still tapping the underside of my jutting pole, the brunette shook her head.

"Not your turn. Follow the scenario and work his butt."

As the shapely coed circled behind me, letting her soft fingers trail around my waist, I thought she was going to administer the whip my bare butt once more. And again I was wrong. She took both ass cheeks in her hands and squeezed. Judging from the angle of her grip, she must have knelt behind me. As her wet tongue began bathing my flaming skin, I shivered and knew that Erika was on the floor between my open thighs. A slight twinge at the base of my cock caused it to bob up and down unaided, and signaled that I was ready for more.

Turning to the blonde, Mistress Shannon slid the black leather tip of the crop under my cockhead and lifted the reddened knob high.

"Next.'

With a broad smiled creasing her face, Mistress Carolyn eased herself down, gazing at my re-awakened pole as she positioned her knees between my spread feet. Gently circling my thickening shaft with one hand, she leaned forward and slipped her wet lips over the rounded head. As she nursed on the burgeoning bulb, she lightly ran her fist down the length of my stalk, squeezing the base before milking me into her mouth. Reaching between my parted thighs, the kneeling blonde cradled my balls in the palm of her free hand, rolling them back and forth as she continued to suck on my swelling cockhead. She kept her head still, her insistent lips tight around the crown of my cock as she let her hands do the work on my newly revived hard-on.