Testing the Submissive(25)

With the four of us temporarily satisfied, the party resumed. The latest round of B52s were downed in a gulp, and fresh ones made. We put bathrobes on.

Our subsequent conversation reverted back to sex. The girls wanted to know which of the clients had used me. I went through the list. Marjorie and Xochi had both experienced the attentions of Ms. Donovan as well, but Christie had not as yet. The only one to have serviced Grekko (and Brutus) was Christie.

They also teasingly warned me about some of the clients I had yet to meet. The dominant who had caned Xochi’s inner thighs is an eccentric older businessman named Hermann. He’d surely give me a run for his money. Then there was Patrick, the former NBA player who used his dribbling skills to deliver one heck of spanking. There was Alicia, the hairdresser with family money who grew and literally sharpened her fingernails so she could scratch her name onto our tits.

Christie with iPhone in hand unexpectedly shouted, “Kevin is coming!!!”

She had just received a text from Kevin, who was able to stop by for a short visit between the wedding reception and the after-party. The girls were thrilled. What a lovely bonus. Clearly they missed seeing him, and while a short visit, it would be better than nothing. We mostly put our clothes back on, and I tidied up a little.

Kevin would be the first male sub I’d ever met. His set up was slightly different from ours. The number of clients who wanted a male sub was much narrower; hence Kevin was used repeatedly by the same handful of clients.

He was greeted at the door to the suite with as warm a welcome as I was. When the girls introduced me, Kevin wrapped his big strong arms around me giving me a bear hug.

“I hear you’ve got a decent tolerance for the whip?” he said. I merely shrugged and half-nodded in return.

“Well, you’ve never been kicked in the balls, so who cares?” he concluded, and we all burst out laughing. Instantly, I was hooked by his charming good nature.

No one would ever guess this handsome young man was a sub. He looked like an Olympic swimmer, long and lean and muscled – and this was with a tuxedo on! Kevin took off his suit jacket and joined us for conversation. The girls treated him like a rock star, but not because he was special, simply because he was the last to arrive and we only had him for a short time. The same thing would have happened with any of us. He held court and told a few great stories. Thirty minutes passed, but it seemed like three minutes. We all had a pouty look on our faces when he glanced around for his suit jacket.

“Fuck it,” he said with one eyebrow raised, “the after-party can wait ten more minutes, anybody in the mood to give me a blowjob?”

We laughed aloud again, but we also knew he wasn’t kidding. Marjorie put her hand up first, and none of us interfered. Kevin remained standing, and simply pulled his dick out, which was rising to the occasion. The sweetest thing happened – without a word spoken between us, all four of removed our bathrobes, and kneeled in a semi-circle around Kevin. He stood like a God before us. We shuffled in closer. Marjorie did all the work. With all the time in the world she would have given him a better blowjob, but knowing time was precious, she went in for the kill early. She concentrated on the glorious cock head in front of her, while her hand stroked his shaft. Meanwhile, Christie, Xochi and I played with our breasts, simply to give Kevin a nice visual experience. Women don’t often realize how sexy it is for men to see them play with their own breasts. We massaged our own breasts, and then we’d pull and twist our nipples. Kevin had the expression of a kid watching fireworks. His cock was now rock hard, and he was pumping in synergy with Marjorie’s head bopping.

Christie was brave enough to make the suggestion, “can we see it instead?”

We all knew what she meant. If Kevin orgasmed in Marjorie’s mouth, none of us would quite see it. I’m sure that’s why ninety percent of the male orgasms in porno movies are filmed as they are: people want to see the infamous money shot. With Kevin’s nod, Marjorie pulled back and began to stroke his cock with only her hand, aiming it directly above her uplifted face. He was close. With her other hand, she cupped his balls and began to softly massage them. Kevin groaned and twitched. Suddenly a massive spurt of cum shot out of his cock and hit Marjorie’s forehead, slightly startling her. No matter how prepared a girl is that first blast always seems to catch her off guard. It continued as spurt after spurt of thick creamy cum shot out in stripes over Marjorie’s face. Kevin loved every second of it. Clearly he’d been carrying quite the load, as her pretty face was now completely covered in it.

For at least a full minute we knelt quietly and let the orgasm play out. Kevin caught his breath, and his cock slowly began to soften. The cum had now dripped in a couple of spots onto Marjorie’s breasts. Her one eye socket was covered with a huge glob.