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That's right. I had to keep from cumming. I hadn't been very successful in the past. As much as I hated cumming for Oliver and whoever fucked me, I usually climaxed regardless of how hard I tried not to. Usually, I orgasmed harder every time I tried to hold back; begged for it actually. I was easily taking the man in my mouth down my throat. He wasn't the biggest cock I'd ever had in there, nor the smallest either. An average cock on an average man. The cock in my cunt was larger. He felt good. His fucking felt good. He knew what to do with it. I tried to resist my pleasure. The woman who wanted me tonight came over and started playing with my breasts. She made my nipples so hard and taut. They ached to feel her fingers squeezing and playing with them. Everything felt so good.

"These are so lovely, honey. I'm going to love sucking on them."

Unless they stopped fucking me soon, I was going to cum despite myself. I was a slut. I liked to cum. I wondered how much the punishment would hurt; if I should just surrender and accept it. No. I'd keep trying to fight, to hold out. I was better than this. The man in my mouth swelled and the salty taste of his cum coated the back of my throat. The one in my cunt was reaching his end game, too. He sped up, pumping faster, churning my fluids to butter. He grunted and spasmed, spurting his offering deep in my pussy. See. I wasn't a slut. I didn't cum after all.

The cock in my mouth clean, he pulled out. He lifted my head, staring me in the eyes. What did he want? He was done. Grabbing my hair, he said, "What do you say, cunt?"

I remembered. "Thank you, Master. Thank you for your gift." He released my hair with a disgusted, "that's better."

The man in my cunt pulled out, drained. I could feel his cum running down my leg. "Thank you, Master, for your cock and cum. It felt so good. I was honored to accept it."

He slapped my ass. "Nice cunt, slave. I'll have you again before you leave."

"Thank you, Master."

Sloppy Seconds plunged into my cunt, more cum being squished out to run down my leg. "He was right," he said. "This is a very tight cunt."

"Thank you," I said, "for honoring my cunt with your cock."

It was the last thing I said before another cock slid through my lips. I should have asked. How do I ask for permission to cum with a cock in my throat? Sloppy Seconds was a good fucker too. Apparently, extensive practice worked for them too. I imagined they could fuck whenever they wanted to. It was obvious none of the slaves would object to being used. I was moaning around the cock in my mouth pretty good. I was working it hard, hoping to finish him before I climaxed so I could ask for permission to orgasm. I tried desperately to put it off, diagramming volley ball plays in my head, concentrating on my breathing, thinking of Tanner fucking a geisha girl, anything to delay. It didn't work. I had a massive orgasm, my cunt spasming frantically over the cock impaling it, moaning my heart out.

"She climaxed without permission," Sloppy Seconds said. "I'll take care of her punishment."

Since I'd already cum and was due to be punished anyway, I let go, enjoying the hell out of it. Another orgasm flowed in on the tails of the first. With any luck at all, they'd never know it was my second; it would all be one long climax.

"She's still cumming," Sloppy Seconds said, my pussy still palpitating his prick.

"Are you sure it's not her second," Oliver said. "She tends to be multi-orgasmic." Asshole.

"It all felt like one long one to me." Thank you for your lack of discernment, though they did come pretty close together.

The fellow in my mouth pulled out, spilling his warm seed all over my face. I closed my eyes. Personal experience told me cum in the eyes stung like crazy. The cheesecloth covering the eye holes helped protect them. When he was done spurting, he made me lick his cock clean.

"Master, how do you ask for permission to cum when there's a cock in my mouth?" I asked.

"You don't," Oliver answered. "Don't cum until it's removed from your mouth."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." Double asshole. Don't forget the other one. "Thank you, Master for cumming all over my face."

"You're welcome. You look good with cum on your face. Anyone else want her mouth right now?"

Another woman spoke up, "Yes, I'll have a little tongue action."

She lay down on the carpet in front of my face, pulled her dress up and her panties aside, exposing a hairy pussy which some male had left it deposit in some time ago. There was dried cum in the long, curly hair. She didn't care I would be licking crusted cum off her cunt, nor getting her pubic hair stuck in my teeth. I was nothing; a slut, a whore, a slave, to her. I dipped down and started licking her, sliding up and down her slit. She took over my head, holding my ears and directing my mouth where she wanted it to go, mostly on her clit, though she'd occasionally push me down so I could tongue her hole.

"Not bad," she said, "though she's getting distracted by her fucking. You'll need to work on that tonight, Toni."

"Of course." So Toni was the woman wanting me tonight. Toni continued squeezing and fondling my breasts.

Sloppy Seconds was grunting now, heading for the finish line. He rammed himself into me and released, his cum joining the first batch in my cunt. I needed to thank him too, though the woman with the hairy cunt was keeping my face locked to her dripping pussy. Oliver stood up and moved behind me. I supposed he was going to fuck me now. He started with my cunt, but only to lubricate his cock enough to shove himself into my ass, none too gently. I grunted. Once he was in, he gave me a few moments to adapt to his intrusion, but started to skewer my bottom soon enough. I let my mind drift until Hairy Cunt pinched my cheek.

"Pay attention," she said. "You're not done yet."

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress." Lick, lick, lick.

Oliver was prodding my asshole rather briskly now. Not content merely to fuck my ass, he wanted me to cum again. He started playing with my clit, rubbing his finger in the cum leaking from my pussy, then rubbing my protruding nubbin. Dip, rub, dip, rub. Hairy Cunt climaxed, gasping in pleasure.

"Stop licking, stop licking. It's too sensitive."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

Oliver was going to make me cum soon, his fingers and his cock in my ass rapidly bringing me to a peak.

"Master, may I cum," I panted, close to my cusp.

"No, you may not," Oliver ordered. "You don't have permission to cum."

Of course not. That would be showing a little consideration, a little compassion. Oliver didn't possess those qualities. He wanted me to be punished. I managed to hold out for another five minutes, but he eventually won our tug of war and I squealed. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass. God, I'm cumming, Master, I'm cumming. Thank you, Master for gracing my ass with your cock."