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Douglas climbed between Collette's parted thighs,
resting his stomach on the foot of the lounge chair. I watched as he
ran his hands along Collette's thighs, holding her legs open. He inched
forward and began to lap gently at her pussy. His tongue licked her
silken folds and standing behind her I heard her moan in pleasure.
I watched as Douglas began to suck on Collette's pussy
with fervor. His lips pressed against her velvety softness as his
tongue parted her silken folds. He lapped at her pussy, his tongue
danced within her sex, spinning and probing in erratic motions that caused
Collette's body to tense in pleasure.
Collette's eyes drifted shut as her head tilted
backwards against the lounge chair. Douglas continued to massage her
pussy with his tongue, bringing Collette closer and closer to the edge of
completion. His tongue continued to paint the soft flesh of her
pussy until finally Collette screamed out in pleasure. Her hands pulled
his hair as she came and if he felt any discomfort he did not indicate his
pain. Instead his face remained pinned to Collette's sex, lapping at her
moistness until once again Collette bucked in pleasure.
Douglas was
grinning widely as he climbed from between Collette's thighs, "thank you,
mistress," he beamed, "I enjoyed my prize."
Collette stood up, her legs wobbling slightly, "as
did I, Douglas," she said. She sounded relaxed and I wondered
how much longer the games would go on. The sun was past its apex,
slowly descending across the sky. I estimated about three more hours
of sunlight left before the games for the day would end and the night time
activities would begin. Already Collette plans for James to join her in
her bed and I knew that he would not be alone.
Collette dismissed Douglas and he departed into the ship
to return to his duties. Collette looked out over the crowd and with a
grin beckoned Derrick to her side. He had been serving her admirably
today and she had no intention of stopping his immediate service.
Derrick crossed the pool deck from where he had been standing and watching
the activities unfold and immediately said, "yes, mistress."
"Derrick," Collette said slowly, "gather
eight women for the next game please. Bring them up front."
"Yes, mistress," Derrick replied as he
turned to obey.
Derrick walked
through the gathered crowd of men and women and randomly signaled out the
women that would participate in the next game. He worked around the
pool and had to return into the group for the last two women until finally
he had eight women standing in a line waiting to meet mistress Collette.
The door behind me opened and another man in the
long line of men that had been sent to the pool deck from the interior of
the ship emerged and crossed over to the man tied to the lounge
chair. The man with the unibrow had been giving blowjobs and
swallowing semen all afternoon and I wondered briefly when the endless
line of men would end.
The new man ignored the scene that was
unfolding. He seemed to have a mindset of come, get a blowjob and
leave. I wondered briefly if it was so that he would not be called
into the games that were taking place or if he was just anxious to get
back to work. I pushed the thought aside as Collette worked up the line
of women, introducing herself and meeting them.
Each woman one
by one shook Collette's proffered hand and when she had met all eight women
she stood before them and called out loud enough for all present to hear
her, "we will be playing a new game," she shouted.
Indicating the eight women she continued, "and we have our
contestants."
She turned to Derrick, "Derrick," she
said, "I want you to bring me eight sets of nipple clamps.
Preferably the Japanese clover style if we have them."
"Yes, mistress," Derrick said, "we
have them." Derrick jogged over to the large collection of toys
that he had delivered hours ago. He dug through the collection of
bondage and sex toys. It took him about five minutes to return to
Collette's side, sporting eight sets of the nipple clamps that Collette had
requested, "mistress," he said, offering her the clamps.
"Thank you, Derrick," Collette smiled at him
happily.
With a nod he said, "mistress," and turned
away to watch.
Collette turned to
the gathered women and lined them up, four sets of two women facing each
other. "Don't move, ladies," Collette commanded. She
started on her left, affixing the first clamp on the first woman's nipple
and then connecting the second clamp of the same pair of nipple clamps to
the second women's nipples. Both women hissed in discomfort at the
biting pain of the clamps. Using another set of clamps she bound the
two women together by their nipples.
She worked her way down the line, each time with the
same response. All eight women had their nipples pinched by the
painful clamps in such a way that each of them were bound to another women
by the clamps. All eight were moaning slightly at the pain of their
clamped nipples.
"Now," Collette said, "the rules to this
game are simple. You are to twist and tug and pull until the clamps
are hanging freely and you are no longer attached to your partner.
You lose if you have no clamps attached to your nipples. We keep
playing, round after round, until there is only one winner. The
winner gets to pick the penalty for the seven losers. Any
questions?"
There were no and so Collette shouted,
"begin."
Screams of pain
rang out as the women began shaking their breasts in an attempt to pull
the clamps from their opponents nipples. They knew that they were
not allowed to use their hands and none of them even attempted to do
so. There were four groups of paired women and after five minutes
Collette stopped the first round of tugging.
She walked to the first group, and finding a clamp
hanging from the nipple of both women, she declared that bout a
draw. She affixed the free ends of the clamps to the bare nipple of
the opposite women until they both were once again connected to each other
by their nipples. "Don't go yet," Collette commanded as she
moved onto the next pair of contestants.
The second bout also ended in a tie and as she had
done with the first group she reattached the clamps to the women.
The third group found the first winner. A tall, red-headed woman who
had introduced herself as Jennifer was wearing a pair of clamps on each of
her nipples. Collette left them hanging, saying, "very good.
Stand over there, please." She pointed to where the unibrow was
still giving his countless blowjobs.
The last group also ended in a draw and when those
two women were once again tied together by the clamps on their nipples she
said, "begin." As the women began twisting and tugging;
trying to pull the clamps off of their opponents nipples Collette turned to
the first woman to lose a match. "You need to pay a
penance."
She could only agree, "yes, mistress."
Collette motioned to
Derrick and when he appeared at her side she asked for some
clothespins. Derrick nodded and immediately departed to the boxes of
toys and returned with the requested clamps. "Thank you,
Derrick," Collette said smiling joyously.
"Mistress," he nodded and returned to his
vigil.
"Now," Collette said, "since you couldn't
keep the clamps on your nipples, you will just have to wear these until
this contest is over. Here," Collette said, "you can put them
on yourself."
"Thank you, mistress," the young woman
said. She sounded like she was already feeling the pain of the
clamps. She took the clothespins and as Collette stood before her the
woman slowly affixed the new clamps to her already throbbing
nipples. Gulping painfully the woman lowered her arms, the pins
sticking proudly from her breasts.
It was a perfect
torment for the losers of the makeshift tug-of-war contest. You
think you win by relieving the pain of the clamps on your nipples only to
find that you lose and that you have to endure even more of the pain you
had just relieved your body of. "Very good," Collette said,
turning from the woman.
She looked back as the three remaining groups of
women were once again tugging and twisting and pulling; trying to yank the
clamps off of their opponents nipples. I knew from experience that
these clamps were particularly devilish; that they grew tighter and
pinched harder when pulled upon. It was not impossible to yank them
off; it just stung greatly when they were.
The six women tugged and pulled and after four
minutes of yelping in pain and cussing in frustration the round
ended. Two of the women were wearing both clamps from their nipples
while the middle set of the three contestants were each sporting their own
clamp. Collette approached the middle group and once again connected
them together by their nipples. "We keep playing until we have
a winner," she said. Her face was alive with pleasure and she
was smiling broadly. "You may begin," she said.
The last group
of the original contestants once again began stepping away from each
other, twisting and tugging to try and pull the hard clamps off of the
opposite woman's nipples. As the last two women tugged and pulled
Collette administered the penalty to the two women that had lost the last
round.
Collette lined the two women up next to the previous
woman to be wearing the wooden clothes pins. She handed the women
two of the wooded clamps to the women and watched as the women pinched
their own nipples with the clothes pins. Their gasps of pain excited
Collette and she purred happily, "very good."
Collette turned back to watch as the last group
finished. The woman furthest from Collette was wearing both clamps on
her nipples. The first round was over; four victors and four losers
finally decided after the numerous tug of war matches. Collette pulled
the newest loser aside and immediately lined her up with the other three
women. When all four of the women that had lost the first complete
round had their nipples adorned with the clothes pins Collette turned to the
four women that had progressed to the second round. "Very good,
ladies," she said, "shall we continue?"
All four nodded their agreement.
Once again Collette motioned to Derrick.
Derrick returned
to Collette's side, "mistress?"
"I need some weights, please, Derrick. I
want to hang some weights from the clamps for this second round. Do
we have any?"
"Of course, mistress," Derrick said.
"One moment, please."
Collette smiled and watched as Derrick fished in the
four boxes that had been carried up for the contests. He dug through
the boxes and returned to Collette's side carrying four lead weights hanging
on what looked like the small hooks that are used to hang Christmas
ornaments. He handed the weights to Collette, "mistress."
"Thank you, again, Derrick," Collette smiled.
Derrick smiled at her praise.
Behind me the door opened again and once again
another man emerged onto the pool deck and without saying a word or
interfering with the activities that were taking place he straddled the
lounge chair and fed his cock to the man with the single eyebrow. I
looked on for just a moment before turning my head back to Collette and the
next round of the nipple pulling contest.
Collette lined the
women up, two standing opposite the other two. She once again tied
them together by their nipples but this time before she had them pull the
painful clamps off of their nipples she hung one of the weights from each
of the four sets of nipple clamps.
"Now," Collette said, "this is the same
as before. The only difference is that the winner will be supporting
the weights by their nipples. Ready, ladies?"
A murmur of assent and then Collette said,
"begin."
The women began a new round of twisting and
pulling. They struggled and strained to pull the clamps of of their
opponents nipples. The clamps were the kind that tightened as they
were pulled and I knew the shrieks of pain were genuine. They tugged
and twisted. The woman closest to me rotated ninety degrees and
pulled the clamps off of her own nipples accidentally.
The other two women
continued to pull and twist and walk around each other until finally each
of them were sporting a clamp with the weight pulling heavily on their
nipples. Collette stepped forward and set the winning lady aside for the
next round, removing the clamps from her nipples. She set the woman
who had lost with the other four women and hung clothes pins on her
nipples, keeping the tip of her breasts screaming in pain.
Collette reset the two women that had tugged to a draw,
clamping them together again. "Go," Collette said and as the
crowd shouted and hooted for a victor the remaining two women stepped away
and pulled their breasts toward each other. Their breasts were
lifted by their nipples and after about three minutes the round was over;
the shorter of the two women won, her nipples sporting both of the painful
clamps.
Collette affixed clothes pins to the woman that had lost
and then with six of the eight women standing aside with their nipples
being pinched by clothes pins she turned to the two remaining women.
"Final round," Collette said, "winner of this round wins the
contest." With that Collette clamped the women together by their
nipples. She picked up some more weights and doubled the weight of
the previous round. "Ready?"
The two women nodded.
"Begin."
The last two
women played tug of war with their nipples, using the weighted nipple
clamps as the rope. The crowd of onlookers hooted and hollered and
routed and cheered. Caterwauls sprung forth as the two women tugged
and pulled and hissed and shrieked in pain.
Collette watched as the two contestants abused their
nipples and smiled at the display. She was enjoying the activities
of the day; savoring the displays of supplication of her crew. She
looked on with an aroused smile as the two women stepped away from each
other.
With a shriek the shorter of the two women dropped
to her knees and pulled the clamps off of her opponents nipples. The
round stopped and Collette guided the woman that had lost the final round to
the line of the other six women. As she had done with the other
women she placed clothes pins on the newest woman to lose the tug of war
contest. With seven women wearing clothes pins Collette greeted the
victor.
"Congratulations," she beamed.
"Thank you mistress," the woman
said, introducing herself as Danielle. When Collette pulled the weighted
chain from her nipples she thanked her again.
Collette looked at
the attractive woman who was softly stroking her nipples, trying to soothe
the pain that she was still feeling in them. "What would you
like for a reward?" Collette asked.
Danielle looked at Collette, pondering the
question. "I," she began and stopped, tilted her head in
contemplation and then straightened it, "I want to have him,"
and she pointed to the unibrow man still giving blow jobs to the crew,
"to eat me to orgasm," she completed.
Collette looked at the man still bound to the lounge
chair and then back to Danielle, "done. Help
yourself."
"Thank you, mistress," Danielle said with
a slight bow.
Collette turned to the seven women that had slowly been
eliminated from the initial eight, "and now you ladies need to pay a
penance, don't you think?"
All seven women remained quiet, all of them
realizing that it was not a question that required an answer. Collette
was merely thinking aloud. Collette looked up and smiled, "Derrick,
come here please."
Derrick immediately returned to Collette's side,
"mistress?"
"What do you think would be a fair punishment
for losing the tug of war game would be for these ladies?"
Derrick scColletted
the seven women that stood in a line with clothes pins adorning their
nipples. "I think the best thing would be if they entertained
the crowd," he said waving his hand towards the men and women that
had been standing around and cheering the activities. "I think
they should walk amongst the men and women and let them play with the
clamps."
"Very well," Collette said. She turned
to the women, "you heard him. Let the rest of the crew play
with the clamps in any way they desire."
A murmur of "yes, mistress," rang out from
the women. The seven women broke ranks and began milling through the
crowd. I could hear their gasps of pain as the group pulled on the
clips. Their nipples were twisted and tugged, a continuation of the
pain they had felt during the competition. I silently congratulated
Derrick on his choice of punishment, he had given them exactly what had
gotten them were they were, more pain in their already abused nipples.
Danielle waited for the unibrow man to finish the
blowjob he was giving. His face and hair was covered with the semen
of the countless men that had been satisfied by his mouth. When the
tall man came loudly in unibrow's mouth he stepped away and quickly
disappeared into the ship. Danielle smiled and straddled the lounge
chair that the man with the single eyebrow was bound to.
Danielle stepped
forward and pressed her pussy against the bound man's face. From the
look on Danielle's face and the growing tone of her moans, she was
enjoying the job that the bound man was doing with his tongue. I
watched her fingers grip the chair above his head and after just a few
minutes, Danielle bucked and came against the bound man's face.
Out amongst the group of gathered men and women, the
seven women with clamped nipples continued their painful ordeal of having
the crowd torment their already sore nipples. I could hear their
gasps of pain across the sparkling blue water of the swimming pool.
I watched as the clamps on their nipples were twisted and tugged, removed
and reinstalled. They suffered their punishment with dignity.
Collette watched the seven women for a few more minutes
before announcing, "ladies, come back up here please."
The seven women quickly returned to Collette's side.
"Very good," Collette said. "You
may remove the clothes pins now."
With sighs of relief the women removed the painful
clamps.
Collette dismissed
the women and spun around. She pulled a lounge chair forward and
placed it in front of the pool. She sat down and placed her feet on
the ground on opposite sides of the lounge chair. Her legs were
spread wide apart, revealing her moist sex. "The winner of the
next contest," she announced, "gets to orally service me."
The crowd murmured their assent and happiness at the
upcoming prize.
"Now," Collette called out from her seat,
"I need ten contestants. Any volunteers?"
The only hands that didn't shoot into the air were
from the men and women who had already participated in an event.
"Derrick," Collette shouted, "bring me ten contestants,
please."
Derrick said, "yes, mistress," as he
walked into the throng of men and women with their hands waving in the
air.
Derrick walked
through the group of people and randomly chose seven men and three women
for the upcoming contest. It took him two passes through the group
to finalize his decision. With the ten people in tow he returned to
Collette's side as she sat, legs widely spread, on the lounge chair.
"Mistress," he said.
"Very good," Collette said, absently sliding
her fingers along her wet sex. She looked at the new contestants and
then turned back to Derrick, "please get another man and women for
me, Derrick."
"Yes, mistress," he acknowledged her
command and once again disappeared into the crowd. A moment later he
returned with two more contestants; one man and one women.
"Mistress," Derrick said, "as you have requested."
"Thank you, Derrick," she
said.
Derrick understood her dismissal and returned to his
vigilant post to watch the action unfold until he was needed
again.
From her seated
position Collette broke the twelve contestants into four teams. Each
team consisted of three men and one woman. "Now," Collette
said, "we are going to have a relay race. Each member of the
winning team will get to eat me to orgasm." She smiled at the
last.
"The race will be as follows. The first
member of each team will swim twenty laps in the pool. You will then
tag up with the next team member who will have to run five laps around the
pool. Then the second person tags the third who will run two laps
and then jump into the pool and swim ten more. Then the last person,
the woman of the group, will do 100 jumping jacks and then run one lap of
the ship and return for one lap in the pool. Any questions?"
There were none. "Good," Collette said,
"now, decide what order you men will run the race. When you are
ready line up at the pool."
The teams discussed their strengths and weaknesses
and after about two minutes three men lined up and stood poised to jump
into the pool. "Good," Collette said again.
"Ready?"
They nodded that the were.
"On your marks." The men leaned
over. "Get set." Arms swung in anticipation.
"Go!"
Immediately the
three men dove into the pool. The three men began to swim as fast as
the could across the pool. The man in the middle reached the
opposite wall of the pool first and he spun around and kicked off of the
wall before swimming back towards Collette as she sat watching, her legs
spread widely. The man to Collette's left reached the opposite wall
second and he dove under the water to shift directions.
The three men continued racing through their
laps. The second man to make the turn was a half a lap ahead halfway
through the twenty laps. The race continued with the gathered crowd
shouting and screaming, cheering on the contestants. The swimming
wound down and the man immediately to Collette's left was the first to leave
the pool.
He touched his teammates hand and immediately that
man began running around the pool. The second man climbed from the
pool and then the third. The three men were racing around the
pool. They were not really running it seemed to me. It was as
if they were cautious of the wet deck and were not wanting to risk serious
injury as they raced around the pool.
The three men
continued their race, walking briskly to prevent injury. The first
man to start the race finished first and as the third contestant started
their two laps, the order remained the same. The third group of
contestants completed their two laps around the pool and began their ten
laps in the sparkling water.
The three men swam as fast as they could and the
lead changed hands again. The man in the middle of the three teams
climbed from the pool first and passed the imaginary baton to the woman on
his team. She began doing jumping jacks, counting aloud as she
did.
The second and third man climbed from the pool and
tagged their teammates. There were three women doing jumping jacks,
their breasts bouncing with each lunge into the air. I wondered if
Collette had chosen this exercise just to entice the group of men that was
watching the relay race unfold. By the sounds of the cheering I
decided that, yes, she had indeed chosen it intentionally.
The three women
rushed through their exercises, their breast bouncing with their
exertions. The crowd continued to cheer and as the women finished
their jumping jacks they began to run around the perimeter of the
ship. The women from the middle team returned to the pool first and
was the first to finish the race, climbing wet from the pool.
The second women in was from the team that had been
losing most of the race. Finally, all three women were standing,
dripping wet, on the pool deck next to Mistress Collette. "Very
good," Collette congratulated the winning team. "You will
receive your reward shortly."
The four members of the winning team joked amongst
themselves, shaking hands and smiling happily.
Collette called the eight people together that had lost
the relay race and spoke to them, "that was a great race," she
said, her voice giddy with happiness. "It was fun to
watch. But," she continued, "we need a penance for your
two teams." Collette turned to the crowd and asked, "any
suggestions?"
Shoutsrang out
and Collette listened to the ones that she could understand over the shouts of
others. Finally she lifted her hand to silence the crowd.
"Okay. It has been decided." Collette turned back to the
eight contestants, "there were some interesting suggestions,"
she admitted, "but I am feeling a bit boring I guess." She
turned to Derrick and beckoned him to her.
"Mistress?"
"I need a paddle, Derrick," Collette
commanded.
"Yes, mistress," Derrick replied and
immediately turned to retrieve the requested item. He returned a
moment later carrying a thick wooden paddle that was painted black.
It looked menacing. "Mistress," he said, holding the
paddle out to Collette.
"Thank you, again, Derrick," Collette smiled
at him.
He smiled, nodded, and returned to the lean against
the wall behind me.
Collette handed the
paddle to the first man who introduced himself as Craig. "Now,
Craig," Collette said, "you will spank this man," and she
pulled another man forward. "I will tell you when to stop.
Understood?"
"Yes, mistress," Craig gulped as the
second man, Jeff, bent over, his hands gripping his knees.
Craig stood behind Jeff and began spanking
him. The paddle hit loudly against Jeff's bare ass and I watched as
the flesh of Jeff's ass slowly grew pink and then red. I lost count
of the number of times the paddle echoed off of Jeff's ass, but finally
Collette stopped Craig. "Okay," she declared, handing the
paddle to Jeff.
Jeff stood and took the proffered paddle.
"Now," Collette said, "you will
spank," and she pulled the next man, Richard, forward, "Richard
here until his ass is the same color as yours. I will tell you when
to stop. Understood?"
"Yes, mistress," Jeff said as Craig had
just a few minutes before.
Jeff began to
paddle Richard's ass until the color grew into a deep red hue. Collette
stopped Jeff after a few minutes and handed Richard the paddle. Collette
went from one person to the next until all eight people of the two losing
teams had paddled and been paddled by someone else.
"Thank you," she dismissed the eight
contestants and retook her seat on the lounge chair with her feet on the
ground. Her legs were widely spread and her pussy was glistening in
excited anticipation. "Now," she said, "your
reward."
She motioned the first man forward, "what is
your name?"
"Timothy, mistress," he said, "we
have met before. I am a second shift machinist in the engine
room."
"Yes," Collette agreed, "you were given a
blowjob by another man as I recall."
"Yes, mistress," he blushed.
"Well, Tim," Collette said as she began to
slowly fondle her breasts, "eat me."
Tim dropped to
his knees and climbed between Collette's thighs, his stomach resting on the
foot end of her lounge chair. Collette's head was tilted back with here
eyes shut, her hands gripping the artificially crafted wooden armrests of
the chair. As Tim began to probe her pussy she began to moan.
I watched as Tim ate Collette's pussy. His
head was twisting in half-circles as if his tongue was a corkscrew.
Tim lapped at Collette's sex and I watched as her body began to twist softly
on the lounge chair. Tim ran his hands along Collette's thighs, rubbing
them gently with his long fingers.
Collette's moans of pleasure grew louder until they
became shouts of rapture. Her hips lifted off of the lounge chair,
pressing her sex against Tim's face. She came loudly, her hands
opening and closing with her palms pressed firmly against the armrests of
the lounge chair.
Tim stood up smiling, happy to have brought such
obvious pleasure to mistress Collette. He looked down at her and said,
"thank you."
Breathing heavily Collette hitched, "your
welcome." Then turning to the second man she simply said,
"your turn."
The second man
was short, not more than five feet tall. His hair was more gray than black
and he seemed distinguished. He waited until Tim stepped away and immediately
draped himself over the lounge chair. He slid higher onto the chair
until his face was buried between Collette's thighs.
Immediately the new man began probing Collette's pussy
with his tongue. I watched as Collette began running her fingers in the
man's gray tresses, pulling him into her. She guided his tongue and lips
by pulling his hair like the reins of a horse. She pulled him into
her and rotated her hips, grinding her sex against his face.
He continued lapping at her pussy, his tongue
probing deeply into her pussy. Collette moaned in response, her finger digging
at his scalp. Her feet lifted off of the pool deck and she bucked,
screaming loudly. It had not taken her long to come, her pleasure so
high, her body so excited by the activities of the day. She came, screaming
in delight and released the short man's hair.
"God," she said between gasps of
shallow breaths. "Next."
The third man
stepped forward and took his place between Collette's widely parted
thighs. He knelt on the lounge chair and pressed his lips to Collette's
pussy. He began kissing her sex with his lips, pressing
firmly. Kiss after kiss landed on Collette's wet pussy until he had
covered her pussy from thigh to thigh.
Collette moaned as his tongue slowly probed her pussy,
lightly stroking her heated flesh. He tickled her pussy with his
tongue, barely pressing his tongue against her pussy. He was taking
it slow, I realized as I watched. He progressed from the tender
kisses to the gentle probing. As he continued he began probing
harder and faster until his tongue was buried within Collette's pussy and his
head was bobbing rapidly.
He fucked her with his tongue, his head moving
rapidly as his tongue remained buried in her pussy. Collette gripped the
wooden arms of the chair and gasped as her body began to buck against the
man's face. She came again, screaming loudly into air. The man
kissed Collette's pussy one last time and slowly stood up.
"Mistress," he bowed and stepped away.
Collette looked at the young woman with dark brown hair
and said throatily, "your turn."
Thewoman smiled
and stepped forward. She extended two fingers and slid them along Collette's
calf. Her fingers slipped higher, her nails sliding softly over
Collette's skin. Higher she went, past her thighs to her stomach.
The young woman inched forward, her hand drifting up Collette's body to softly
caress her right breast. She walked around the back of the chair and
ran her hand over Collette's forehead.
Collette purred in delight as her skin was enflamed by
the gentle caress of the woman with the dark brown woman.
The woman continued her soft caresses as she worked
her way down Collette's body. She reached the foot of the lounge chair
and slowly lowered herself onto her knees. She propped herself onto
the chair and licked Collette's foot, running her tongue between Collette's
toes. She sucked each toe independently before sliding her tongue
along Collette's heel and slowly up her calf.
Collette shifted in the chair as she savored the
pleasurable feelings of the woman's tongue.
I watched as the
woman slowly slid her tongue up Collette's leg. She was taking her time,
slowly building the tension in Collette's body. The men had seemed to
view their prize as another contest, each rushing to bring Collette to a
climax quickly. The dark haired woman seemed to savor her prize more
and was maximizing her time with her mistress.
The woman kissed Collette's pussy, her pursed lips
lightly grazing Collette's sex. Soft, barely imperceptible kisses along
Collette's thighs and across the wet folds of her hot sex. She slowly
kissed Collette's thighs and pussy, never lingering for more than a second or
two. It was a slow, steady stream of kisses that had Collette shifting
in desire on the lounge chair.
The woman extended her tongue and painted Collette's
body with it. She slid her mouth down Collette's left leg to her knee,
paused, and the reversed direction to slide her tongue higher. She
slipped through the small mat of pubic hair that decorated the top of
Collette's pussy before sliding down Collette's other leg. Collette was purring
in delight, her eyes shut and her hands taut on the wooden arms of the
chair.
The
gathered throng of men and women were silent as we watched the sensual
performance that was taking place. It was an erotic display that
kept everyone focused; no words were needed.
We watched as the young woman shifted positions to
sit on the lounge chair. The woman inched forward and lifted Collette's
hips. She moved forward, each time she shifted she adjusted Collette's
body until Collette's legs were draped over the young woman's shoulders; her
pussy inches from the young woman's lips.
Collette moaned in anticipation.
With the soft moan of encouragement the dark haired
woman pressed her face against Collette's pussy. She slipped her tongue
inside and began to massage Collette's sex with her face, shaking her head
quickly side to side. It was like the young woman was using her
mouth as a vibrator with her tongue pressed softly inside of Collette's pussy
and her lips oscillating against Collette's body.
The dark haired
woman's face shifted quickly in its perch, driving Collette's body quickly
towards orgasmic completion. Collette came loudly, her fingers scraping
along the dark haired woman's thighs; drawing blood. When Collette had
finished the woman lowered Collette's legs back onto the lounge chair and stood
up.
"Wow," Collette purred, sounding sleepy.
"That was wonderful. Come to my suite tonight at ten.
What is your name?"
"Susan, mistress. Thank you,
mistress."
Collette moaned, "thank you." She
stretched. "I'm sleepy," she said. She beckoned me
to her and whispered to me.
"Yes, mistress," I acknowledged. I
walked over to Derrick and whispered to him. He nodded at me and I
watched as he pulled Collette to her feet and led her from the pool
deck.
With Derrick and
Collette gone I stepped to the edge of the pool and held my hands into the
air. The crown understood and quickly grew silent. "Thank
you," I called out loud enough for all to hear. "Mistress
Collette wanted me to thank you all for your participation."
There were murmurs of delight.
"Any of you," I continued, "that have
not participated in any event today will report here tomorrow at noon for
the next day's round of our own slave Olympics. There will be a few
more men and women joining us and I have no idea what the events will be,
but I am sure they will be interesting. Thank you, again."
I turned away and the gathered crew departed.
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