Mike had been with the women for two weeks. In the time he spent with them he had a lot of time to think. He wondered how it was that his real self had been buried for so long? He wondered about others, his friends on the police force. How many of them were like him? How many judges were like Judge Goldstein? How many mayors were like Lucas Townsend?
The mayor and the judge came every other weekend to have an orgy with the women. Other celebrities now frequented the Pussie house. The goings on at the Pussie place provided good gossip to the uptight women of the town.
Mike wondered about Mary. He had known the girl for a long time. She never gave a hint concerning her true personality. He would never have guessed that she was queer or perverted. But then he did not know his true self either. Life was sure strange.
Over the weeks Mike had become a good slave. He enjoyed serving his mistresses. He enjoyed and craved their punishments. He no longer entertained any ideas of prosecuting them. In his conversion, he would have protected tern with his life!
As happens in these relationships, the women began to tire of their roles as leaders. They craved the joys of following. They talked over the idea of turning over the reins of power to Mike. It would be exciting to serve him, to see what revengeful tasks he could think of. Even Mr. Pussie was for the idea. Mike was told of the plan to change power. He was glad that they thought him worthy to take over. He would not disappoint them. Being a slave by nature, he hoped that he could rule in the master role.
The plan went into effect the very next weekend. The judge was there. The mayor was there, along with several other dignitaries. They all assembled in the cellar. A large banquet had been prepared. Mary and her mother were to be the waitresses. They each had on the same color evening gowns. They were black and sleek. The dresses had been cut out so that their breasts hung out. The backs of the gowns had also been cut out to reveal their naked asses. Each girl wore silver manacles around her wrists. The manacles had a thin piece of silver chain, about eight inches long, which connected each wristlet. In this way the girls were handcuffed, yet there was enough movement, slowed so that they could perform their duties as waitresses.
The guests were all ordered to get undressed, and they did. The meal got under way and everyone carried on as if they were in any old restaurant. Business was discussed. Sexual passes were made. Some couples began putting food on each other's bodies and would eat or lick it off. One woman, the wife of a president of some large corporation, was shoving a banana in and out of another woman's cunt. One gentleman had poured champagne on his girlfriend's tits and was licking it off. Another woman had placed a champagne bottle on her chair and was attempting to sit on it. As it entered her asshole her face screwed up in agony and she gasped. Then she asked the man next to her to stick another bottle up her twat. The man did as he was asked, and as he moved the bottle in and out of her cunt he sucked her tits.
One woman was down on her knees in front of the chair of another woman. She had previously stuffed several olives up the woman's snatch and was now extracting them with her tongue.
Mary and her mother were being grabbed and pawed at by women and men alike. Fingers were stuck up their asses and their tits were milked and sucked.
Mike appeared in the middle of the cellar. He had on his police uniform. He called a halt to the proceedings. He was booed and hissed by the audience. Some of the audience began throwing fruit at him. He got hit in the face with a peach. Tue audience reacted to his uniform, not to him. They thought he was going to stop the orgy. They figured he was there to put an end to their fun.
Mike drew his revolver. He pointed it at the audience and called for quiet. Mrs. Pussie was anxious to see how Mike would handle this. She and Mary watched the man intently.
"The first one who opens his mouth is going to get a bullet in it!" Mike shouted.
The audience quieted.
"For the rest of the evening I am the ring master at this here three-ring circus. What I say goes, understand?"
The audience voiced their approval. He was not here to arrest them, he was going to participate. He was going to dictate. The audience clapped.
Mike ripped open his trousers and brought out his prick. He ordered one of the women to go down on him. The woman went to him and got on her knees in front of him. He cruelly shoved his cock into her mouth. The woman opened her mouth and accepted the indignity docilely.
"Suck it, bitch! Eat my cock," Mike told her. He was carried away with his role. He enjoyed it. And while the woman continued to suck him he ordered Mrs. Pussie to conic to him. The woman stood in front of the man, looking him straight in the eyes.
"Get behind me and lick my ass," Mike told her.
Without hesitation the woman knelt behind the man, parted his ass cheeks and put her tongue to work. The scent was very erotic. The man stood there with his trousers around his ankles. His cock was deep in the mouth of a red-haired woman. And Mrs. Pussie, with her hands in the cute silver cuffs was kneeling behind with her lovely face buried between his ass cheeks. The man felt like a king. This was really living.
Watching the show had excited the audience. They began screwing again. Several couples formed groups and others paired off.
Mike groaned and grunted and poured his come into the red-haired woman's mouth. The woman held on tightly to the spouting cock, taking all of the juicy come down her throat. Meanwhile, Mrs. Pussie had buried her tongue in the man's anus as he came. His orgasm was fantastic.
Mary had jumped up on the table. She lay down on her back, opened her legs and pulled up her dress. She called to several women who were obviously lesbians. She wanted them to work on her. She gave one of them instructions. While one woman bit and sucked Mary's tits, the other one lit a candle. She began dripping the hot wax upon Mary's cunt hair. Mary began wriggling and squealing as the hot wax fell upon her tender flesh. It had seemed like a good idea when she had first thought of it but now that it was really taking place, it hurt. Yet there was the familiar sexual arousal which flowed through her as she was forced to surrender and let the deed take place. Her screaming brought no one to her aid, and she didn't want anyone to help her.
The woman at Mary's breasts began slapping and pinching the girl's tits. Mary rolled on the table. The pain was consuming her. She knew as the pain washed through her that soon the release would come. One had to give in order to get, so to speak.
The candle we now unceremoniously rammed into Mary's pulsing cunt. The woman fucked the cunt with the candle. Mary was ecstatic. The breast handling and the candle fucking were driving her up the wall. It wouldn't be long now. The girl closed her eyes and shut out the world. She was aware only of the currents under her skin. Frantically she strove toward her organ.
"Hit me! Beat me! Fuck me! Ram me!" Mary whimpered, and then shook with satisfaction.
Mike had told Mrs. Pussie to go around the room and suck off every man. The woman obeyed the order. She went up to every man and without saying a word took them by their clicks and blew each one. When she was through she had swallowed ten loads of come.
Mike had really fallen into the swing of things. He wondered why people went through so much trouble to hide their true selves. Why couldn't they all come out of their closets like he had?
Really into it now, Mike put down his gun, stepped out of his pants and picked up a whip which they had used as centerpieces on each table. He grabbed a cute little blonde by her arm and pulled her into the center of the room. He made her bend over and clasp her ankles with her hands. He contemplated her tempting rear end. He ran his hands over the rather large cheeks.
Possessed by a wild impulse, Mike bent down and sniffed the girl's ass. She smelled of dried cum.
The man stepped back and studied the woman's figure again. His arm rose and he brought the whip down on the lovely female backside. The girl flinched and squealed but stayed in place. A large bunch of red marks showed on the lovely ass. This was enough to spur Mike on. His cock was stiff and ready for action. He took his prick in his hand. He called to a beautiful black-haired woman who was walking past the couple. He ordered her to get on her knees and suck his cock. Without protest, which is against orgy rules, anyway, she sank down and gobbled his huge erection into her mouth. The man raised his arm and whipped the other girl again. She squealed out her delight and begged to be buggered.
Mike called to a man nearby and told him to fuck the girl in her squirming ass. The man quickly joined the group. Mike stopped the woman from sucking his turgid cock and pushed her head toward the other man's groin. She parted her lips and took the other man's prick into her mouth. She sucked on the tool until it grew into a stout weapon, one that would be able to get past any tight anus.
"Enough," Mike said.
The woman grabbed hold of Mike's dong and sucked it into her talented mouth. The other man steadied himself behind the woman who had been whipped. He put the head of his dick against her hot anus. A light push and the head entered the slippery passage. Another drive forward and it went all the way in.
"Uggghhhhhh!" the woman wailed. "Ohhhhh fuck my ass…"
Mike watched the man fuck in and out of the girl's tiny passage. He saw his cock come almost all the way out of her asshole and ten shove right back in.
"Ugggghhhh!" the girl grunted as the man pistoned in and out of her twitching anus.
The performance had heated Mike up so much that he pushed deep into his woman's mouth as his prick poured gush after gush of come down her lovely throat. The woman smiled up at him later as if to thank him for the meal. Mike pushed her away. He was fascinated with the ass fucking and watched the straining couple until the man drove deep into the woman's rectum and released his load. As the cream jetted into her bottom the woman sighed and moaned in contentment.
Mike was driven by a strange lust to have Mary. He wanted Mary's ass. Just thinking about it gave renewed life to his cock. He took Mary away from a group of lesbians and pulled her into the corner of the room which contained the pillory. He quickly placed the girl inside the contraption. He stepped back to view his work. She looked lovely. How had such a beautiful girl be so warped? He gazed at her full bottom. It was going to be heaven to be inside of it.
"What are you going to do?" Mary wanted to know.
Mike laughed. "I'm going to fuck that juicy asshole of yours."
"Oh," she said. "Please don't hurt me, mister policeman," she pleaded.
Mike slapped her fanny several times, making her jump and squeal. He then made her suck him to lubricate his dick. Mary sucked him into a fine erection. The man withdrew from her exquisite mouth and began shoving his pole into her back door. Mary had a tight asshole and it really hurt her as the head of his prick eased past her anal muscle. The feel of the wet tissue upon the man's cock made him want more. He eased his organ in deeper.
"Unnggghhh," Mary whimpered, her face screwing up reflexively. His whole cock was inside her tight rectum.
Driven by desire of a magnitude never experienced by him before, Mike rammed Mary's ass. His pelvis slapped against her buttocks. The pillory creaked and shook with the violence of his fucking. Mary was carried away with the whole act. Her body burned with desire. She too had never been so hot. This man's hot cock was producing feelings in her asshole which at other times she had only felt with her cunt. Had she become addicted to anal sex? Would she always need it in the future? She didn't know and really didn't care. She only wanted to come. She only wanted this ass fuck to be the best. She wanted to be able to hold the man and stroke him, to be near him. But the apparatus had the ability of keeping her mind out of the fuck. She could not see the man so she had to close her eyes and let things happen. Only her body was involved in the fuck. That is what gave it its sublime quality. That's where the intenseness came from. Giving in was the answer. The apparatus forced her to let go and give in.
The man's cock probing deep within her rectum was the only reality. His pounding against her bottom, the pulsing of his cock. The fullness of her asshole, the heat of hut consuming her body. These feelings were what counted. Maybe she loved the man.
Mary wailed as the hot cock erupted within her rectum, pouring his come into her.
"Oh, beautiful," she whimpered. "Ohhhhh!"
Mike, with one last thrust, had buried his cock deep within her rectum, and had closed his eyes to enjoy the sensations as he deposited his sperm in her ass. It had been a tremendous fuck.
After Mike had pulled out of Mary's asshole, he underwent a change of heart. He no longer felt the nice feelings for the girl. He was angry at her for making him feel so good!
Mike let the girl loose. Mary looked at the man, somehow sensing what was wrong. She took him by the hand and led him to a secluded corner of the worn. She took off the top part of his uniform and they sat down in the corner. Mary held the man in her arms and asked him to tell her what was wrong. She pressed his head to her bosom and the man began to tell her of his guilt feelings. Mary stroked his head as he spoke and gently fondled his cock. The man felt childlike but comfortable.
"You should not feel guilty," Mary told him.
"I know," he answered. "But all these years I've been so different than I am tonight. I loved what I did to you a moment ago."
"I loved it too, Mike."
"Did you come?"
"Yes. Didn't you feel my ass muscles gripping and milking your cock?"
"Yes," he said, "it was great."
"Do you think you've entered into something here tonight?" Mary asked.
"You mean like maybe we found love?"
"Could be," she said.
"Maybe," he answered, and began sucking one of her nipples.
"Well, what is love to you?" Mary asked.
He unfastened his lips from her nipple. "I thought once that it meant something like duty. I now think that it's fundamental aspect must be pleasure."
"I agree."
He continued. "I think it also has something to do with choice and commitment. To love you have to choose someone from the crowd, so to speak."
"I think you're right," Mary said, squeezing his stiffening cock. "Until lately, we had known one another but we didn't love each other. Until you came out of your shell we could never have experienced this. The two people have to be ready far love. It can't be commanded."
"True," Mike said, again pulling a nipple between his lips.
"Can you say it?" Mary asked.
"I think so," Mike assured her as he mounted her. She held his stiff cock and guided it into her wet pussy.
"Say it," Mary said.
"Wait," Mike said. "Let me feel it first. Let me fuck you and say it when I feel it."
"Ohhhhh," Mary moaned as his cock moved into her slick hole. The man's hips rose and fell in a slow rhythm. Mary followed his movements with her own. Neither of them rushed; they savored the sensations. At this time Mike wondered why he had ever wanted to prosecute this woman and her mother. But then a nagging thought flowed into his consciousness: How would he feel about Mary fucking others? How could his love survive in a sea of promiscuity?
His movements were becoming more insistent. She writhed and clasped him tightly. Her lips kissed his neck and shoulder. His mouth worked at her shoulder, his teeth biting her there gently. They were both lost in one another.
"I love you," Mike breathed into her ear.
"I love you too!" Mary gasped as her earth-shaking orgasm gripped her being and shook her body. Mike literally emptied his balls into her sucking pussy. Never before had he emptied so much semen into a woman. Her vagina could not contain it all and it oozed out around the sides. Mike did not want to pull out. He wanted to stay in her wet cunt forever. The feeling of being part of her overwhelmed him. Emotionally he was shaken to his inner being. The whole thing was too much to comprehend.