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Mandy asked, laughing. "I can't even open my thighs very well like this."

"Not a problem," Jim assured her, lifting her by her elbows, helping her to turn, and bending her face down over the edge of the table. "Stay like that," he ordered her.

Mandy heard the rustling of clothes. Without moving her body, she turned her head and saw that the men were now undressing. Ties, shirts, undershirts, and pants were coming off. The fronts of their underpants were dark with dampness, and as they lowered those garments, she noted that not only were their cocks already stiff, they also had beads of moisture at their heads.

The men each wanted to stake their claim to her pussy, and the best way to do this was to drive their 'stake' – their dick – into her cunt. They knew that they would ultimately all have her, so there was more cooperation than argument about who would go first, who second, who third. They planned to fuck her, true. But not to cum yet. They wanted this to last.

The pattern they worked out was for two of them to go to the far side of the table, and grab her bound wrists, holding her bent over the edge of the table onto its top, while the third man fucked her from behind. Tom went first, and Mandy groaned in happy appreciation as his cock dilated her vaginal ring, plowing inward to stretch her tunnel and fill it. The men holding her wrists enjoyed watching her facial expressions as Tom entered her.

"Oh, god. That feels so good," she groaned. "I've been needing this for weeks." Tom continued fucking her with long smooth strokes until he feared he was getting too close to cumming. He pulled out, leaving Mandy's cunt empty and gaping as he walked around the table, changing places with Martin.

Mandy was moaning a bit with frustration at having her cunt abandoned, but that moan transformed into a loud grunt as Martin shoved his cock into her so hard that his pelvis slapped against her ass. He pummeled her pussy fast and hard, making the table vibrate from the impacts. Jim and Tom helped brace the table as they watched Mandy carefully for signs of alarm. Her mouth merely formed into an 'O' shape as she absorbed Martin's thrusts. She certainly didn't complain, until he yanked out of her and strutted around the table, his cock gleaming with her sticky secretions. Then she just said, "Damn! I was getting close, so close!"

Jim, now taking his place behind her, reacted by saying, "A little frustration and anticipation is a good thing. You've already had three orgasms, you greedy little slut. Don't worry. We promise you'll have a couple more before we're done with you." But when he slid his cock into her warm, soaking wet tunnel, he fucked her in a deliberately slow fashion. Martin and Tom saw her screw her face into expressions of need and almost exasperation.

Mandy tried to make Jim fuck her harder by attempting to buck back into his strokes. In response, Jim grasped her hips more firmly, holding her pelvis steady, and telling the other two guys, "Hold her arms so she can't move."

Mandy groaned and moaned and pleaded, "Please fuck me harder, Jim! Please!" But he kept up the same slow, maddening rhythm. Mandy tried contracting and relaxing her cunt muscles to grasp and milk his cock, but to no avail. She still hadn't peaked in orgasm when his cock vacated her tunnel. If anyone had been staring into her tunnel at that moment, they would have seen her vaginal opening 'winking' as she worked her muscles on that emptiness.

The men whispered some plans. "OK," Tom said to Mandy. "There's something we've always dreamed about doing. Might say we fantasized about it." The three of them lifted her up and carried her to an empty cubicle. The desk here was sturdy and clear. Up over the desk was an open faced steel bookshelf, with several strong vertical supports joining its floor and its ceiling. Suspended under the bookshelf were bars of recessed lighting, illuminating the entire desk surface with a strong, but soft, light.

Tom carefully lifted Mandy's arms and moved them so that her wrists ended up behind her neck. He held them there as Jim and Martin lifted and tilted the woman, placing her with her back on the clear desk surface, and her head back against the cubicle's rear retaining wall. This placed her butt right at the edge of the desk facing them. The two men held Mandy's legs up vertically, as Tom secured her feet to one of the bookshelves vertical struts with a good amount of duct tape.

Mandy considered her current situation. She was comfortable, for the most part. Her hands were trapped behind her neck, and she could not bring them in front of herself, because her head was flush against the rear vertical wall. This placed her elbows out to either side, leaving her breasts completely vulnerable. Her legs, although they were vertical, caused no discomfort, because of the way the duct tape held her ankles to the overhead bookshelf strut.

So she was comfortable. But she tried to imagine what sight she must be presenting toward the cubicle itself, and said so. "OK, guys. You have me all trussed up, and I feel fine. Was this your fantasy? How do I look like this?"

As she peeked past her legs, she saw expressions on their faces like little boys in a candy store, with a hundred dollar bill to spend. All wide-eyed with wonder. Unbelieving about their good fortune. Jim finally broke the silence. "Ummm... I don't know about these guys, but this is way better than I ever fantasized." He swallowed hard, and continued, "Thank you, Mandy. I mean this sincerely. I'm glad your OK with this. It's still hard to believe. Anyway, let me see what I can find, in answer to your question of how you look." He sped off, cock bobbling as he moved fast.

Tom and Martin echoed similar sentiments, caressing her legs, thighs and belly in ways that made her tingle with delight. She could tell that in their eyes, she was giving them a very special gift. Which was fine with her, because she was getting what she wanted, too – sex and orgasms – especially orgasms. Her cunt was happily remembering its purpose.

Jim came back with a good sized hand mirror that he'd found somewhere. It took some finagling to get the angle right, but finally Mandy could see what they saw. Her butt was slightly out over the edge of the table, and her cunt and ass hole were clearly visible between the swellings of her ass cheeks. It was one of the most erotically obscene images she'd ever seen, and it was her own body on lewd display! They hadn't taped her knees together, only her ankles, so she moved her knees apart slightly and saw her labia parting with the movements of her thighs. Her sweat must be making her cunt lips stick to her thighs. The view got even more lewd, and the men whistled. i licked so its mine

 This morning, I performed my daily ritual of kneeling in the shower in worship of your magnificent cock, as I have done every morning since we first established you as my Master and me as your slave a little over a year ago.

Since we are both married, living separate, busy, fulfilled lives, we don't see each other very often. So the morning ritual is a beautiful, brief daily reminder for me of my submission to you, dear Master. Thank you for that lovely assignment.

And the experience is even more enhanced during periods in which I am under orgasm restriction, as I am this week. I wonder if you can ever fully comprehend the degree to which I thrive when you deny me of pleasure, Master. Thank you for that gift.

Today, we have made arrangements to meet here at your house, since the rest of your family is away, which means I have the great honor of worshiping your cock in person, right here in your bedroom.

We have just finished kissing in that incredibly passionate way we always kiss, and now you invite me to begin the worship, as you make yourself comfortable in the chair of the bedroom that you share with your wife.

My pussy throbs and aches with lust for you. I would likely explode if you even touched my engorged, desperate clit. But today is about you.

I kneel before you, not touching you yet, taking in this sight before me, thankful for the privilege to be in the presence of my Master's great cock.

There you are naked, handsome, masculine, with your legs spread and your cock limp and innocent, its heavy head hanging downward. You have shaved as you always do, so that tiny hairs will not impede my efforts.

You are truly a sight to behold.

I slowly lower my head to the floor, with my back arched, and my ass protruding up and out. I hold this reverent position for several minutes, breathing slowly, transitioning more deeply into my trance, into my "sub" space as I prepare to orally submit to my Master. I envision how your wife or other women from your past might have pleased you, and I am overcome with a sincere hope that you have been pleased well in every circumstance. Nothing matters more to me in this moment than your pleasure.

Nothing else in the world exists.

I am ready to serve you now with every fiber of my being, so I slowly rise to an upright kneeling position again, with your cock now immediately in front of my face. I gently lift your beloved member with my right hand so I may more fully view your precious, sensitive balls beneath. I look up with a tender, submissive look. Your lips form a partial smile, as your eyes emanate lust and appreciation for me.

I delicately bury my face into your groin, gently pressing your shaft against my cheek, so that my face is fully surrounded by your sex. I breathe in your musky smell, the lovely smell of my Master. I fully consume your scent and close my eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment.

I kiss your tender balls gently, and ever so carefully suck on one and then the other, while continuing to cradle your shaft in my hand. I feel your balls tightening as your precious come begins to gather inside. I see the veins pumping blood through your shaft as your arousal increases. I follow your veins like a map leading me on a journey up toward the tiny drop of pre-come that has formed at the top of your dick, and I gently squeeze your pink, spongy head with my hand to push more of it out for me to consume.

You reach down and briefly fondle my plump heavy hanging breasts, and I look up to smile at you, recognizing the battle of sorts in your mind between the competing interests of wanting to have your way with my body and wanting to remain sitting back enjoying my worship. You sit back again, the blow job

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