A New Calling Ch. 03

Chapter Three - Cunnilingus Club

I was frozen for a moment. I couldn't take my eyes off Tanya's smooth thighs which were so widely spread for me, and the little knickers which inadequately covered her pussy.

I couldn't quite believe she was asking me to go down on her, right here in front of the 5 of them. It wasn't that I didn't want to - I was so ridiculously consumed with lust after all the fun that Katy had had with me that morning, and Tanya was beautiful. And, it turned out, she had a wickedly dominant side to her which excited the hell out of me.

I wanted to be subservient to her, and to lick her pussy. But I looked at Katy to see what she wanted. Because after all, she was my owner.

She gave me a little nod. And then a little tilt of her head in the direction of Tanya's parted legs, telling me to get on with it.

I looked at Tanya, who had that expression that I realised I had seen so many times in the past on the faces of my previous girlfriends, and most especially Katy's. A wicked delight. A twinkle of playfulness and lust in her eyes. And absolutely no doubt that I would obey.

And so obey I did.

As the other four women teased me with comments like "Come on slaveboy, on your knees!" I got down on the shaggy rug in front of the sofa, and put my hands gently on Tanya's thighs.

She placed her own hands on the sofa either side of her, and spread her legs a little more, to allow me all the access I needed.

Unable to believe I was doing it, I leaned my face in and began to kiss the inside of her thigh softly, leading closer to her pussy. I could already smell her arousal, and I felt my cock throb even harder.

Here I was, completely naked, spanked, and sexually frustrated, about to orally pleasure Katy's friend. I could not have felt more like a true sex slave at that moment. I could not have felt more submissive or owned, and my heart was beating hard with the excitement of it.

The black cotton triangle that covered Tanya's sex was narrow and the material thin enough that as I tentatively licked it with my tongue, it dented between her pussy lips and the wet patch that appeared I was sure was from her and not my tongue.

She gave a little gasp when I did it, and so I did it again, and then again, finding her clitoris and circling it with the tip of my tongue.

She caught her breath, and while I couldn't see her expression, I felt sure that her smile had been replaced by surprise at how good it felt.

Of course I knew that there was no way of properly pleasuring her by licking her through this cotton, even though it was now getting really quite wet and clinging to the folds of her pussy lips as I continued to lick her.

She knew it too, and from her little moans I knew that she really wanted more now.

I realised that the room had fallen silent except for Tanya's little noises of pleasure, and I imagined them all mesmerised by the sight. And what an extraordinary scene it must have been, watching Katy's boyfriend naked on his knees being made to go down on their friend.

I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh, and with my fingernails I began to tease the spot where I knew her wet opening was through the material, while I concentrated on her clitoris with my tongue. This brought a new level of groaning from Tanya, and she shifted, pushing towards me so that she was on the edge of the sofa, either to allow me better access, or just because she wanted to thrust against my mouth and my fingers. Either way, I took it as an instruction to up the ante, and so I curled my fingers round the edge of her knickers and pulled them to the side.

I could feel the heat coming off her. Her pussy lips were beautifully engorged and her wetness made me want to delve my tongue deep into her straight away. But instead I paced myself, tracing the shape of her now exposed pussy with just the tip of my tongue.

Oh, her reaction to this turned me on so much. The noises she made, and the way her pussy throbbed and twitched and opened wide for me.

She was completely shaved or waxed - between her legs at least - I couldn't properly see higher up - and as I moved my tongue up and down and around her labia, it was nothing but soft smoothness.

Her inner lips protruded in a way that Katy's didn't, nor any of my previous girlfriends, and I wondered how sensitive they were, so I used my lips and my tongue to suck on them gently.

She moaned with longing, and from the way she now thrust her hips up to meet me, I could tell that it was a delicious tease but she needed more.

I shifted myself a little on my knees, to get my face a little lower - not a comfortable position for me at all as it meant bending over further, and bending my neck back a little more - and as I pushed my tongue into her slick wetness, two things happened.

First, Tanya gave a loud shuddering gasp and grabbed the back of my head to pull my face tight against her.

And second, I felt a hand on my bottom, stroking, and then grabbing.

With my face so buried, I had no way of knowing who it was, but it didn't feel like Katy's touch.

I had completely tuned out from the voices of the other women, but I was now aware of their chatter and excitement and enthusiastic shrieks of delight, and I surmised that it was Gillian who was groping me.

Then I heard Katy say: "Don't worry about how sore he is. He loves it."

But it was impossible to concentrate further on their words because I had to focus on being able to breathe as Tanya ground her pussy against my face, and I tried to push my tongue as deep into her as I could.

My hand was trapped there as her thighs clenched hard around me and so instead of just holding her knickers out of the way, I slid two fingers into her, using my tongue on her clitoris.

Her clit was bigger than Katy's and I flicked and licked at it for all I was worth as I finger fucked her and she squirmed and wriggled and cried out with the most incredibly sexy guttural moans of pleasure. She was wild with it.

And in the midst of it all, beautiful Gillian was continuing to grope my bottom in the most libidinous way. The girls around me were cacophonous in their excitement and after several minutes of this, I knew that Tanya was going to come very soon.

Gillian smacked my bottom hard with her hand now and I almost lost my rhythm as I jolted and the end of my cock hit the front of the sofa.

"Yes, go on, spank him harder," Katy was urging her.

I was so unbelievably aroused now, but also struggling to fully concentrate on doing my duty for Tanya who was getting close. I couldn't let her down now, but it was difficult with Gillian now spanking my bottom in earnest.

God it stung, and every slap made my body jolt and push my face hard against her - but she didn't seem to care.

I couldn't believe I was being spanked again, and while Tanya was fucking my face - because that's what she was doing now. I almost didn't need to do anything at all - she was moving her sexy hips powerfully, and controlling the movement of my fingers inside her, and my mouth on her clitoris.

I felt like I was being used by both women at once.

And then Tanya came. Loudly and violently. On my face.

I was lost in my subspace, ridiculously turned on, and ridiculously sexually frustrated. My cock was the part of me I longed to be used, and I found myself longing to thrust it into Tanya's wet throbbing pussy.

It would be so easy. It was right there, and my cock - insanely hard and dripping with precome - was just a foot away. All I needed to do was kneel up a bit higher and slide it into her.

But of course I didn't.

Obediently, I stayed in that uncomfortable position, as the ladies around me whooped and cheered at Tanya's orgasm, and Gillian patted my bottom and told me I was a good slaveboy.

Tanya pushed me away from her firmly now and surveyed me with her face flushed, trying to catch her breath.

"How is he so fucking good at that?" she panted, and it wasn't lost on me that she was addressing Katy and not me.

"Lots and lots and lots of practice isn't that right my gorgeous boy?"

I nodded dumbly, sitting back on my heels, and then kneeling up again because my bottom was stinging so much.

My face was wet with juices from Tanya's pussy. My neck ached. My knees hurt. My lips were sore.

But all I could think about was how much I needed to fuck. Or I needed to be wanked off. Either way, my cock was crying out for attention - desperate for it - and I needed to come.

But none of them seemed to care about that.

"I can't believe I've just orgasmed in front of you!" Tanya was exclaiming. "That is so embarrassing!!"

As the others rushed to assure her that she had nothing to be worried about, Gillian spoke from where she still stood behind me.

"Tanya that was so fucking hot. I want a go now."

Katy immediately said: "I only came a little while ago, but it's got me super worked up again watching that."

Sally and Laura agreed enthusiastically, and then Katy said:

"Well Gill, if you're serious about that then let's get slaveboy cleaned up and he can do the same for you."

I looked at Katy in disbelief, my stomach turning somersaults but she just winked at me.

"Oh I'm serious all right," Gillian affirmed, "But I should warn you slaveboy that I wasn't expecting to get my junk out today, so I'm not as well groomed as Tanya here."

"That doesn't matter," Katy assured me. "He'll be more than happy to go down on you. He's very eager to please, and I know he enjoys it a LOT - don't you?"

She looked down at me, and I blushed a deep shade of crimson as I found myself admitting the truth that yes. Yes I did.

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It was probably twenty minutes later that Gillian actually got her wish.

Katy had decided that I deserved a little break, and so I was allowed to sit and eat something and have a drink, which I was very grateful for.

During this time, the women continued drinking wine, and were swapping stories about various sexual encounters and past boyfriends - or in Laura's case, current boyfriend. A lot of the conversation centred on how they wished they had a boyfriend like me, and they talked freely about me, and my body, as if I wasn't there.

Tanya was wearing a pair of pyjama bottoms that Katy had lent her, since her shorts were hanging up to dry after being in the washing machine, and her knickers were too damp to wear.

The others had asked her a lot about what it had been like for her, and what exactly I'd been doing to her, and I blushed with pride at how she described it.

My cock remained steadfastly rock hard. Just being the only one naked in the room, and being objectified and used in the way that I was, I found profoundly arousing and exciting. And I had butterflies in my stomach at the knowledge that shortly I would be expected to go down on Gillian.

When I'd finished eating and drinking, Katy had sent me off to "freshen up".

Up until that point, no one had mentioned or considered for a moment the fact that I had Tanya's juices on my face. I could still taste her even as I ate my food, and it turned me on powerfully.

I stole occasional looks at the attractive women a few feet away from me, and found myself thinking again how much I wanted to have sex with Tanya. Then I felt a bit guilty.

And I fancied Gillian even more than Tanya. She had always made me feel slightly weak at the knees with how beautiful she was, and the idea of orally pleasuring her was a heady prospect.

So once I'd returned from the bathroom, my face washed, my teeth brushed, my hair neat, and my cock still straining for attention, my heart stopped at the sight of Katy stood there pointing at the spot where I was to kneel down in front of Gillian - especially as Katy was holding a large red silicon spatula in her hand.

I knew that particular kitchen utensil very well indeed. Every time I pulled open the drawer and saw it, it gave me a little jolt of fear and excitement. Katy liked to use it on me when she really wanted to redden my bottom - and I knew from examining myself in the mirror just now that my bottom was already glowing from both my spankings so far today.

It was stinging quite badly, and so the sight of that spatula really did strike fear into me. My cock throbbed strongly. Looking down, I had never known it to be in such a state - the veins bulging, the ridge of my bell end more pronounced than I'd ever seen, throbbing and aching for stimulation.

I had been a good boy, and not touched myself at all in the bathroom. Although if I'm honest, it was because I knew that any touch at all would make things much much worse for me at this point, unless it was to bring me to orgasm.

"Come here slaveboy, your next mistress is waiting for you."

There was a lot of delighted and delirious laughter at the use of the word "mistress", and as I stood there completely naked in front of them, I couldn't have felt more like the submissive sex slave that I was.

As I walked towards them, my cock swaying, blushing furiously, Katy was tapping the spatula against her hand.

Gillian was relaxing back on the sofa, in the middle of the group now, in her lovely green dress with her legs crossed. She was smiling at me mischievously, while the others all sat forward eagerly, looking forward to the next act.

I had to walk past Sally and Tanya, and Sally took the opportunity to pinch my bottom.

I knelt down on the rug, my knees complaining after spending so much time in this position already, and as I nervously met Gillian's confident gaze, she used one bare foot to tap the underside of my cock a few times, giggling as I groaned in pleasure just from that.

Katy, I noted, really wasn't enforcing the no touching rule. But then again, I pondered, it could have been so much worse.

I had tuned out most of what the ladies were saying, but I did tune into Laura as she exclaimed: "Oh god this is making me so horny. I wish Nathan was here so he could watch and learn."

"You should film it," Sally said, spreading her hands in a gesture of someone who has just come up with an ingenious idea.

But Katy stepped in to my rescue. "No no no, that's not allowed," she said. "You get to enjoy my slaveboy today, but this is between us. No one else is allowed to know."

"Okay that makes sense. First rule of Cunnilingus Club!" Sally laughed, and the others laughed raucously too.

Gillian said: "Yeah I don't want to be filmed. I just want some of what Tanya had."

And with that, she uncrossed her legs and pulled her dress up slowly - teasing me as each inch of her sexy bare legs was exposed to me. The others, slightly drunk now and finding themselves hilarious, made a low noise of growing excitement, rising in pitch and volume as the dress was hitched up higher and higher until Gillian's knickers were visible.

They were light blue and sheer, with a frilly top and a flowery pattern in the see-through mesh. They were pretty.

I was just wondering whether I'd be expected to peel them aside like I had with Tanya, when Gillian spoke to me:

"You may take off my knickers now slaveboy," she told me. "But you're not allowed to touch my skin."

I swallowed. That seemed like an impossible task.

As I shuffled forward on my knees to get closer, Katy ran the smooth flat side of that heavy spatula over my bottom.

"I will punish you if you don't obey Gillian completely, do you understand?"

"Yes," I said.

"Look at me when you speak to me," she admonished me, and I suddenly received a whack on my bottom that made me gasp.

I quickly turned my head as best I could and said: "I'm sorry. Yes - I understand."

God my bottom was stinging so badly. A deep burning that took a long time to subside from the initial impact.

Tanya's voice interjected. "Shouldn't he be calling you Mistress?"

Katy chuckled. "I reckon you're right!"

And with that, she spanked me with the spatula again, on the other cheek.

"Aaaaaaoooohhhh," I howled. The red spatula had some heft to it - it was only slightly bendy, and quite thick, and it delivered not just a sharp sting but also a deeper duller pain that I knew would linger even longer.

"I'm sorry Mistress," I said hurriedly.

It was the first time I had ever called her that. And previously I think I'd have found it faintly ridiculous - a clichéd word which had never turned me on.

Until now.

It felt so humiliating to be using it, especially here in front of her friends.

But it felt perfect. Because after all, that's exactly what she was - my Mistress. My owner.

There was no denying it - I was kneeling there naked while she publicly spanked me, and my only purpose was for their entertainment and to be used as a sex toy.

"Come on then," Gillian prompted me. I've been waiting for a long time."

I didn't get off to a good start, brushing her leg as I lifted my hands, and Katy was quick to punish me for it, giving me another whack with the spatula that made me gasp and grit my teeth as the stinging set in.

I was extra careful after that. I found that by getting hold of the frilly edge of her knickers, I could lift them away from her, and begin to pull them down, exposing her pubic hair.

It had been a while since I'd seen a natural bush like hers, since Katy was always so neatly groomed, and I found the contrast exciting. The hair was flattened from being trapped inside her knickers, and I longed to run my fingers through it.

I carefully gathered up the little triangle of sheer material into my hand, and continued to pull her knickers down, making sure to keep my hands away from touching her skin.

However, since she didn't lift her bottom to help me, I found I could only get them a certain way down, and in my attempt to tug them further, my knuckles brushed against her bare skin.

"He touched me." Gillian immediately announced, as if I was a child who had just done something very naughty and disappointing.

Katy didn't hesitate to punish me again. And then followed a volley of hard slaps from the spatula because the first strike made me jerk forward at the impact, causing me to overbalance onto Gillian.

By the time I'd righted myself, apologising and blushing, and managed to resume what I was doing, I must have received 7 or 8 blows to my badly stinging arse.

"Fuck!!" I breathed, my breath taken away by the intensity of the pain.

"No, no fucking for you slaveboy," Katy giggled.

"Only licking!" Sally added.

Then Laura piped up: "He touched your legs with his cock Gill. Did you notice?"

"I could hardly miss something that big colliding with me," Gillian smiled. "I think I should be able to slap his cock for that!"

My heart skipped a beat.

"I agree," Katy replied. "Just one slap though. Any more than that might actually make him come - he's very frustrated."

I was incredulous - speechless - as Gillian leaned forward with her hand raised, and slapped my erection from above.

If you've ever had your erect cock slapped like that, you'll know that it hurts quite a lot, especially if the slap lands on the ridge of your bell end.

I gasped in shock. My cock hit the edge of the sofa and bounced back up again, and the way Gillian kept her hand there made me think that she was going to ignore Katy and slap me a second time.

But thankfully she didn't. She simply smiled at my throbbing erection, and then sat back looking very pleased.

By the time I finally managed to remove her knickers, I was beside myself with arousal. And so when she then spread her legs wide to expose her pussy to me, I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Her sex was very ready for me. Her pink lips were open, and glistening wet with her juices, and in my state of high arousal, I was so hungry for her pussy.

"Tell me slaveboy," Katy said. "Do you want to lick Gillian until she comes?"

"God yes," I breathed.

"Good boy," Katy chuckled, "I like a slave who's happy in his work, and eager to please."

She was absolutely right - although perhaps 'happy' wasn't quite the correct word. 'Unbelievably turned on' might have been more apt.

With my hands on the sofa, either side of her spread legs, I moved my face in to begin my work, my mouth actually watering at the prospect.

"Still no touching me with your hands," Gillian told me. "Only your mouth."

I knew nothing about what would work for Gillian, so I couldn't be sure that I could make her come without the use of my fingers, but I was looking forward to trying.

I began by running just the tip of my tongue from bottom to top - through the wetness of her open inner labia, up to her clitoris - and she gasped as her body gave a little shock response. I knew immediately that this was going to go well, and so did all her friends because they were so rapt that they were unconsciously mimicking Gillian's groans of pleasure.

"Oh fuck I am so horny," Laura said again, and I heard Sally agree.

Myself, I was beyond horny. There was no word to describe the level of my arousal. I was in a kind of submissive heaven, giving all this pleasure and arousal to all these women, but receiving no satisfaction myself.

I began to plant soft kisses on each part of Gillian's pussy, and she was making little mewing sounds like "Oh oh oh oh oh oh" - all her previous composure and mischief gone.

I sensed that I should focus on teasing and exploring her tight opening with my tongue before stimulating her clitoris, and so I lapped gently at her slick wetness, my cock straining and aching to be allowed in on the action.

My senses were filled with her. All I could see was her pubic hair, and her flat bare tummy. The only sound I was aware of now was the wet movement of my tongue, and the snuffling of my breath as I buried my face into her.

She tasted salty sweet, and smelled of pure sex. My tongue glided over the super soft skin of her most intimate inner pussy, hiding there in a nest of pubic hair that brushed against the sides of my tongue as I did my work.

She was writhing her hips in the most deliciously sexy way, making plaintive little noises that told me she was absolutely at my mercy now.

I loved this dynamic. I loved that I had the power to give her so much pleasure, and to make her lose control.

And yet paradoxically I was the one who was truly powerless. I was nothing but a naked slave boy, unrefutably and now very publicly subservient to Katy and her whims, and no one cared whether I received any sexual stimulation or pleasure.

The thing I craved above all else was denied to me - namely for my cock to be buried deep inside this pussy, or Tanya's, or preferably Katy's, but if I was honest: any pussy. I feel guilty admitting that, but I was in a state of pure unbridled sexual arousal built up ever since I'd woken up that morning.

Oh that morning felt like a lifetime ago to me now.

I remembered waking up to find my cock nearing its full size as Katy caressed it with her hand, exploring all around it with her fingertips, brushing and tickling my balls and my perineum, in constant languid motions, taking her time to enjoy it.

"Ah good morning sleepyhead," she'd murmured close to my ear, and her husky tones had made me swell up harder.

It was torture to remember now how we had ended up with me on top of her, running my hands all over her beautiful naked body, taking her nipples into my mouth, kissing and stroking every perfect part of her. We were equals - lovers, smiling and kissing and playing and eventually making love in the most sensual way. My cock was so big inside her, and as our bodies moved together we both groaned as we clung to each other, driving me as deep as I would go. The soft heaven of her pussy clenching around me, so tight and wet and throbbing, bare skin on bare skin, as I breathed into her slender neck. My hand on her bottom, hers on my back, our stomachs meeting and parting, her strong legs wrapped around me as we began to move faster and more powerfully.

I could still recall in perfect detail how it had felt as her pussy had engorged in the moments before she came, her stomach becoming concave as she uttered a strangulated cry of orgasmic pleasure. My body was held for a moment, unable to move as her climax wracked her body, and then we were moving again and she was fucking me hard, chasing the second orgasm which was hot on the heels of her first, driving herself against me - and I responded by fucking her with abandon. I felt so amazing in that moment, my orgasm imminent, my cock thrillingly huge inside her, but when her second orgasm arrived she again had me paralysed as every part of her clenched and held me, delaying my own orgasm a few moments more.

Except it was more than a few moments as it turned out.

Just as I began to fuck her once more, she relaxed her body, and in a sleepy voice, drugged with post orgasmic hormones, she said the dreaded words: "Mmmmm, that's enough for now horny boy."

My dismay, my protests, had simply been met with the same smiling response. "Sorry baby, I don't want you to come right now. I'm just nicely satisfied, so you'll have to wait until later."

And so we lay there in each other's arms, me deep inside her, suspended in a state of near-orgasm. She lovingly stroked my back, and my bum, 100% relaxed and content, while my cock throbbed over and over inside her tantalisingly perfect pussy. We both knew that I would be able to come simply by moving inside her for less than 30 seconds. Even just the sensations of her soft cervix brushing against me as I throbbed felt like it might be enough - but I knew it wasn't.

And when finally she told me it was time to come out of her, I was almost whimpering with the feelings of unbearable frustration that I was forced to endure as I slid my insanely hard cock out of her - the final fruitless stimulation I would receive. And then I was lying there on my back as she idly caressed my thigh affectionately, my cock straining into thin air.

All of this I remembered now as my tongue moved in Gillian's pussy, and it was driving me insane. I wanted to move my hand down to my cock and to stroke myself, but I knew I simply wasn't allowed.

It's impossible to describe how difficult it was to not even know when I might be allowed some sexual release. I had the sudden realisation that she might not even allow me it at all today. This was an extraordinary day, unlike any other. In literally hundreds of days of her fucking with me and playing with me, this one was by far the most intense. She genuinely might decide to keep me in this state, just for fun.

The thought was simultaneously the most dreadful, and yet also the most erotic thing in the world.

A jolt from Gillian and my thoughts returned to what I was doing - this most extraordinary act, pushing my tongue actually into someone's pussy. Someone I didn't know well. Someone who wasn't Katy, and whose pussy wasn't the one that I knew so intimately from a year and a half of being an obedient sex slave. I was orally pleasuring beautiful Gillian, who had been lying there that new year watching me with her intelligent, playful, mesmerising eyes. God I fancied her - and now here I was kneeling naked on the floor before her, with my face between her legs.

Her pussy was crying out to be fucked by me. In any normal situation that might well be the next thing that would happen.

But I wasn't allowed to. I was here only to give, and not to take.

Exquisite pleasure for her. Nothing for me.

Suddenly I felt Katy's hand on my bottom - not a slap this time, but a gentle caress. I was momentarily distracted by how lovely it felt, but I was determined to give Gillian a wonderful orgasm.

"Good slave boy," Katy was purring as she softly stroked and patted my bottom and my lower back, in much the same way as Gillian had done to me earlier, but soft and sensual.

I now began to push my tongue as deep inside Gillian's throbbing pussy as I could, before withdrawing and lapping at her clitoris briefly before repeating the same thing again - moving between the two, finding a rhythm. Her response told me straight away that I'd successfully switched things up a gear, as she exclaimed "Oh fuck!!!!" and lay her head back, moaning and wailing. I was pretty sure this wouldn't make her come, but I could tell it was driving her wild. It would bring her closer and closer to her climax.

It was tiring work for my tongue, especially after pleasuring both Katy and Tanya before this. But I didn't care how much my tongue ached as long as I could keep doing what I was doing.

Katy's soft touch on my spanked bottom was so arousing, and I found myself thinking "Please touch my cock. Please touch my cock!" over and over as my massive erection throbbed in vain, so unbelievably desperate for stimulation.

Gillian was bucking her hips powerfully, grinding herself against my face now, and I realised that I'd been wrong. What I was doing was absolutely going to make her come - her voice was a rising crescendo, and the powerful muscle of her cervix was pushing hard against my tongue. I was practically drinking her juices, my main job now just making my tongue available for her to fuck.

She grabbed my head, and for a few moments I couldn't breathe at all as she came hard against my mouth.

I had a brief image in my mind of watching porn when I was younger, where the man was fucking a woman's mouth in much the same way as Gillian was now using me. I had always been turned on by it, but I realised now that it was because I identified with the submissiveness of the woman.

Gillian orgasmed loudly and powerfully. I almost felt like I could come just from experiencing her orgasm, and the degradation of being used - and denied any pleasure myself.

When it was done, she lay there whimpering quietly as I gently licked her, both of us recovering from the intensity of it. Although in my case, I was consumed by sexual longing.

"I really need his cock," Gillian breathed.

I heard Katy giggle. "Sorry babe - his cock is all mine. Off limits. But you can have his fingers?"

"I need something big," she gasped, writhing her pussy against my sore lips. I couldn't believe that she wasn't satisfied after the orgasm she'd just had, and I groaned. Not in annoyance, but with desire, because I wished so much that Katy would let me slide my cock into her.

Gillian's pussy was my whole world in that moment. It was all I could see and taste and smell and feel. It was wet and throbbing and hairy and beautiful and it deserved to be fucked.

But then, as if Katy somehow knew I was having these unfaithful thoughts, she slapped my bottom with breathtaking force with the red spatula. My cry of surprise and pain was muffled by Gillian's labia.

"What are you still doing kneeling there?" Katy said crossly, but I could hear the humour in her voice. "You heard her. She needs something big. Go and get it."

I got to my feet, and wiped my mouth with my hand. I looked at Katy, feeling momentarily confused. I could feel the gaze of her enraptured friends, admiring my unsatisfied erection.

"You know what to get," she winked. And my stomach flipped as I realised exactly what she meant.