“A Treasure Hunt”
3 Weeks. It had been three weeks since Mistress told me that I would meet her. In those three weeks, I had driven countless miles, I had waited in parking lots and bars, and I had been soaked to the core in pouring rain in the hopes of meeting her. I had spoken with her, she had always been just within reach, maybe sight, but I had yet to ever see her.
But this time was going to be different. This time she had given me the address. She had told me where to be, and when, I was finally going to be serving Mistress. Serving her was completely ancillary to just being in her presence. To know she was there watching, regardless if I could see or even hear her was what I desired most.
Of course when I arrived at the assigned location I was 20 minutes early. I had made it a point after just nearly missing her so many times. As I waited patiently in my car, I got the familiar text message.
“Where are you”
“Waiting where you ordered Mistress”
“Good, now give me a call”
As I called her and the phone rang, I started shaking with nervousness.. what could she say…
“Shh girls, it’s the phone.. Hello”
“Hello Mistress, how can I serve you”
“Well, first of all you can leave that ridiculous parking lot you are in, and come to the new address” .. As she listed off my new location, I already had the car in gear. Of course she would defeat my attempt to arrive early and see her. She knows me inside and out, and she hasn’t even met me.
When I arrived at the new location, I sheepishly knocked at the door. A tall women answered the door, and I didn’t know who she was. “Eyes down boy” was all she said, and I put my eyes to the floor as quickly as I could. I was pushed down onto my knees, and made to kneel in the middle of a dimly lit room. I felt a ski mask pushed over my head, and I immediately started sweating and getting warm. I was then given a random phone, and just as I touched it, it started going off.
“Hello”
“Hello slave, I just stepped out to buy some more wine, I will be back in a second, entertain these women as best as you can while I am gone. You will be serving me, by serving them, and I will be there soon”
“Yes Mistress”….
I started hearing the familiar sounds of cameras going off, and I could not figure out what was going on. I was simply kneeling in a ski mask, when I felt my head get jerked around.. I heard another woman’s voice start laughing and then the words that I did not want to hear at all…
“You think she’s really coming back don’t you??? You really are gullible. She is going to the bar with her friends.. of course we know what bar it is, but they might be there for 30 minutes, they might only be there for 10… I guess you had better take care of us so you can get out of here.. huh?”
“Please mistress.. anything what can I do” .
More laughter… they were laughing too much.. “Mistress? Call me queen” was all she said. Soon I knew why, as I felt her cock pressing against the mouth hole of my ski mask. This drag queen wanted to be called queen then fine. I didn’t care, I just started sucking and licking with all that I had in me. I had to make this man cum. I licked his shaft, picturing Mistress watching me, enjoying the show. I rolled my tongue under his cock and deep throated him as far as I could. I must have done well because within seconds he was pumping cum all over my ski mask, and into my open mouth. As quickly as he came another cock replaced him. Oh god, I thought how many could there be.. How long could this take.
30 minutes later, I had my answer.. my jaw was so sore after 5 cocks, and my mouth tasted salty. My lips felt cracked from the constant stretching, and my throat was sore from the ruthless face fucking I endured, but at last they gave me the location. I didn’t even take the cum covered ski mask off, until I got to the car. As I took it off, my phone went off…
“Are you wearing your ski mask I bought you slave?”
“No Mistress.. I just took it off.”
“Oh put it back on then. Don't speed, that would be hard to explain to the police officers.. see you soon slave”
“I drove oh so slowly, and at one point deftly worked around a DUI check point.” As I pulled into the bar, I started taking the ski mask off, and then realized that she had never told me to do so. Well, I thought, at least the bar is mostly empty. There doesn’t seem to be many cars. I would not let the embarrassment of a cum soaked face mask keep me from meeting her.
I strolled in the bar, like it was completely normal. I must have looked like a complete fool. The crusty cum covering my otherwise black ski mask. The bartender was laughing already…
“You really came, I thought they were shitting me”.
The bartender was a very, very large women. At least 300 lbs. Where was this going?
“These are for you” she said, as she pointed at the end of the bar. There were four small pitchers full of something that looked like beer, and of course there were two women sitting there behind them.
“Nichole told us you would come here.. this is going to be too fun” they giggled.
I walked over to them, and they started laughing harder…
“Is that cum all over your mask you sick freak?.. You have got to be fucking kidding me. Did you blow a football team? You are positively covered, this is going to seem appetizing after that.. well maybe”
“Here are four pitchers of piss. 2 of them were filled by us. One of them was filled by our friend the bartender here. And one by Nichole. You told her you would drink a gallon of her piss, just for a glance at where it came from. Prove it slave”
I didn’t think twice. I started drinking the first one I could grab. One of the girls was whispering in my ear now. “Oh does that taste yummy to you whore.. I am on the rag, so there might be a bit of blood in there.. don’t worry I am clean.. Hold on a second, you forgot your garnish.” I put the pitcher down, and she lifted her skirt and removed her bloody tampon, and threw it in my pitcher.
Again, I never thought twice. If Mistress wanted me to be humiliated this way, then I had to endure it. I could hear the cameras taken out, as more pictures were snapped of me. One with the string of the tampon tickling my nose, as I finished the pitcher.
As I reached for the next pitcher, the other girl took her turn to whisper in my ear. “That one should taste familiar.. I have fucked half the guys in this bar tonight. I was so full of cum, it couldn’t help but drip into the pitcher while I pissed in it. In fact.. the last guy used a condom, and I saved it for you” She threw her used condom into the pitcher, and started stirring the pot, so that it was well mixed. Again, more pictures as I chugged as fast as I could.
The obese bartender laughed even harder as I grabbed her pitcher. AS I chugged and chugged, there was no whispering in my ear. Just open laughter. “If you think that tastes good, I need to buy more drinks for Nicole. Next time you will be back here behind the bar eating out my sweaty ass. I have been on my feet all night, and I am sure that would taste great for you”.
Finally, I reached Mistresses pitcher, and reached for it. Instead of grabbing the pitcher, I was handed a phone.
“Thirsty slave?”
“Yes mistress.. so thirsty, please mistress”
“Did you think getting to drink my piss would really be that easy, that you had earned such a pleasure”.
“Please mistress.. please…”
“Back to my little party slave, I am so looking forward to finally meeting you”.
I ran as fast as possible to my car, and paced myself as I drove back to the original site of the party. I knocked on the all too familiar door. As I walked through the opened door, I felt strong hands grab my head and cover my eyes. When they released me, my eye holes had been covered with something that completely blocked my view.
“I am here”
Oh my god, that is Mistresses’ voice. Mistress is here. At least I think it’s her voice. I have never heard it except on the phone, oh god this was too much.
“Please mistress. Please…..”
“Shut up” said Mistress.. except it wasn’t mistress. This time it sounded more mechanical, almost like a tape, and before I could finish my thought, the tape continued. “Last time it took you 30 minutes to make them cum. You have 20 minutes now, or you won’t be seeing or hearing me tonight, maybe never….”
I was already on my knees searching for a cock to suck, reaching out into the darkness. I was desperate to earn my way. I found one, and took it into my mouth. I would do anything to see her, to hear her. I sucked with all I was worth, after only a minute, I made a decision I knew she had already made for me. I made the decision she knew I would make. I took my mouth off of this cock, and started stroking it. I started begging anyone in the room. “Please.. please fuck my ass. Please fuck me in the ass as hard as you can. Please Queens, please fuck me”. I was begging these queens to fuck me, just so that they would cum. I would stop at nothing to make my deadline. Working two at a time, was a struggle, and took all of my focus. I sucked as hard as I could focusing on the head of every cock, milking the other cocks in the room with my hands as best I could. Shortly after I felt the fourth load pour into my throat, I heard the tape continue.. “Oh slave, you only have 2 minutes left”.
I started rocking my hips back onto the cock buried in my ass, and squeezing it as tight as I could with my sphincter. It hurt, and I felt like a cheap whore, but I could not bear the idea of another night in denial of being near her, serving her, seeing her. I was penetrating myself as deeply as I could, and this man had basically stopped moving, and was grunting loudly.. The countdown started “60 seconds then 59, it seemed to accelerate, at 45 seconds, I squeezed the cock in my ass as hard as I could, and I heard the man fighting his own orgasm. 40 seconds.. then I felt him spurt and groan loudly as he filled my ass with cum. 30 seconds the tape said, and I reached for my ski mask to take it off.. as I pulled it over my eyes, all I could hear the human voice again, what was she saying? ..
“Maybe next time slave” and then the click of the door.
Kneeling in front of 5 drag queens, my ass leaking cum, and my ski mask covered with it, I cried at her cruelty, and tried to find consolation in her beauty. I desperately tried to convince myself that she was more than worth it. It didn’t take much convincing.
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3 Weeks. It had been three weeks since Mistress told me that I would meet her. In those three weeks, I had driven countless miles, I had waited in parking lots and bars, and I had been soaked to the core in pouring rain in the hopes of meeting her. I had spoken with her, she had always been just within reach, maybe sight, but I had yet to ever see her.
But this time was going to be different. This time she had given me the address. She had told me where to be, and when, I was finally going to be serving Mistress. Serving her was completely ancillary to just being in her presence. To know she was there watching, regardless if I could see or even hear her was what I desired most.
Of course when I arrived at the assigned location I was 20 minutes early. I had made it a point after just nearly missing her so many times. As I waited patiently in my car, I got the familiar text message.
“Where are you”
“Waiting where you ordered Mistress”
“Good, now give me a call”
As I called her and the phone rang, I started shaking with nervousness.. what could she say…
“Shh girls, it’s the phone.. Hello”
“Hello Mistress, how can I serve you”
“Well, first of all you can leave that ridiculous parking lot you are in, and come to the new address” .. As she listed off my new location, I already had the car in gear. Of course she would defeat my attempt to arrive early and see her. She knows me inside and out, and she hasn’t even met me.
When I arrived at the new location, I sheepishly knocked at the door. A tall women answered the door, and I didn’t know who she was. “Eyes down boy” was all she said, and I put my eyes to the floor as quickly as I could. I was pushed down onto my knees, and made to kneel in the middle of a dimly lit room. I felt a ski mask pushed over my head, and I immediately started sweating and getting warm. I was then given a random phone, and just as I touched it, it started going off.
“Hello”
“Hello slave, I just stepped out to buy some more wine, I will be back in a second, entertain these women as best as you can while I am gone. You will be serving me, by serving them, and I will be there soon”
“Yes Mistress”….
I started hearing the familiar sounds of cameras going off, and I could not figure out what was going on. I was simply kneeling in a ski mask, when I felt my head get jerked around.. I heard another woman’s voice start laughing and then the words that I did not want to hear at all…
“You think she’s really coming back don’t you??? You really are gullible. She is going to the bar with her friends.. of course we know what bar it is, but they might be there for 30 minutes, they might only be there for 10… I guess you had better take care of us so you can get out of here.. huh?”
“Please mistress.. anything what can I do” .
More laughter… they were laughing too much.. “Mistress? Call me queen” was all she said. Soon I knew why, as I felt her cock pressing against the mouth hole of my ski mask. This drag queen wanted to be called queen then fine. I didn’t care, I just started sucking and licking with all that I had in me. I had to make this man cum. I licked his shaft, picturing Mistress watching me, enjoying the show. I rolled my tongue under his cock and deep throated him as far as I could. I must have done well because within seconds he was pumping cum all over my ski mask, and into my open mouth. As quickly as he came another cock replaced him. Oh god, I thought how many could there be.. How long could this take.
30 minutes later, I had my answer.. my jaw was so sore after 5 cocks, and my mouth tasted salty. My lips felt cracked from the constant stretching, and my throat was sore from the ruthless face fucking I endured, but at last they gave me the location. I didn’t even take the cum covered ski mask off, until I got to the car. As I took it off, my phone went off…
“Are you wearing your ski mask I bought you slave?”
“No Mistress.. I just took it off.”
“Oh put it back on then. Don't speed, that would be hard to explain to the police officers.. see you soon slave”
“I drove oh so slowly, and at one point deftly worked around a DUI check point.” As I pulled into the bar, I started taking the ski mask off, and then realized that she had never told me to do so. Well, I thought, at least the bar is mostly empty. There doesn’t seem to be many cars. I would not let the embarrassment of a cum soaked face mask keep me from meeting her.
I strolled in the bar, like it was completely normal. I must have looked like a complete fool. The crusty cum covering my otherwise black ski mask. The bartender was laughing already…
“You really came, I thought they were shitting me”.
The bartender was a very, very large women. At least 300 lbs. Where was this going?
“These are for you” she said, as she pointed at the end of the bar. There were four small pitchers full of something that looked like beer, and of course there were two women sitting there behind them.
“Nichole told us you would come here.. this is going to be too fun” they giggled.
I walked over to them, and they started laughing harder…
“Is that cum all over your mask you sick freak?.. You have got to be fucking kidding me. Did you blow a football team? You are positively covered, this is going to seem appetizing after that.. well maybe”
“Here are four pitchers of piss. 2 of them were filled by us. One of them was filled by our friend the bartender here. And one by Nichole. You told her you would drink a gallon of her piss, just for a glance at where it came from. Prove it slave”
I didn’t think twice. I started drinking the first one I could grab. One of the girls was whispering in my ear now. “Oh does that taste yummy to you whore.. I am on the rag, so there might be a bit of blood in there.. don’t worry I am clean.. Hold on a second, you forgot your garnish.” I put the pitcher down, and she lifted her skirt and removed her bloody tampon, and threw it in my pitcher.
Again, I never thought twice. If Mistress wanted me to be humiliated this way, then I had to endure it. I could hear the cameras taken out, as more pictures were snapped of me. One with the string of the tampon tickling my nose, as I finished the pitcher.
As I reached for the next pitcher, the other girl took her turn to whisper in my ear. “That one should taste familiar.. I have fucked half the guys in this bar tonight. I was so full of cum, it couldn’t help but drip into the pitcher while I pissed in it. In fact.. the last guy used a condom, and I saved it for you” She threw her used condom into the pitcher, and started stirring the pot, so that it was well mixed. Again, more pictures as I chugged as fast as I could.
The obese bartender laughed even harder as I grabbed her pitcher. AS I chugged and chugged, there was no whispering in my ear. Just open laughter. “If you think that tastes good, I need to buy more drinks for Nicole. Next time you will be back here behind the bar eating out my sweaty ass. I have been on my feet all night, and I am sure that would taste great for you”.
Finally, I reached Mistresses pitcher, and reached for it. Instead of grabbing the pitcher, I was handed a phone.
“Thirsty slave?”
“Yes mistress.. so thirsty, please mistress”
“Did you think getting to drink my piss would really be that easy, that you had earned such a pleasure”.
“Please mistress.. please…”
“Back to my little party slave, I am so looking forward to finally meeting you”.
I ran as fast as possible to my car, and paced myself as I drove back to the original site of the party. I knocked on the all too familiar door. As I walked through the opened door, I felt strong hands grab my head and cover my eyes. When they released me, my eye holes had been covered with something that completely blocked my view.
“I am here”
Oh my god, that is Mistresses’ voice. Mistress is here. At least I think it’s her voice. I have never heard it except on the phone, oh god this was too much.
“Please mistress. Please…..”
“Shut up” said Mistress.. except it wasn’t mistress. This time it sounded more mechanical, almost like a tape, and before I could finish my thought, the tape continued. “Last time it took you 30 minutes to make them cum. You have 20 minutes now, or you won’t be seeing or hearing me tonight, maybe never….”
I was already on my knees searching for a cock to suck, reaching out into the darkness. I was desperate to earn my way. I found one, and took it into my mouth. I would do anything to see her, to hear her. I sucked with all I was worth, after only a minute, I made a decision I knew she had already made for me. I made the decision she knew I would make. I took my mouth off of this cock, and started stroking it. I started begging anyone in the room. “Please.. please fuck my ass. Please fuck me in the ass as hard as you can. Please Queens, please fuck me”. I was begging these queens to fuck me, just so that they would cum. I would stop at nothing to make my deadline. Working two at a time, was a struggle, and took all of my focus. I sucked as hard as I could focusing on the head of every cock, milking the other cocks in the room with my hands as best I could. Shortly after I felt the fourth load pour into my throat, I heard the tape continue.. “Oh slave, you only have 2 minutes left”.
I started rocking my hips back onto the cock buried in my ass, and squeezing it as tight as I could with my sphincter. It hurt, and I felt like a cheap whore, but I could not bear the idea of another night in denial of being near her, serving her, seeing her. I was penetrating myself as deeply as I could, and this man had basically stopped moving, and was grunting loudly.. The countdown started “60 seconds then 59, it seemed to accelerate, at 45 seconds, I squeezed the cock in my ass as hard as I could, and I heard the man fighting his own orgasm. 40 seconds.. then I felt him spurt and groan loudly as he filled my ass with cum. 30 seconds the tape said, and I reached for my ski mask to take it off.. as I pulled it over my eyes, all I could hear the human voice again, what was she saying? ..
“Maybe next time slave” and then the click of the door.
Kneeling in front of 5 drag queens, my ass leaking cum, and my ski mask covered with it, I cried at her cruelty, and tried to find consolation in her beauty. I desperately tried to convince myself that she was more than worth it. It didn’t take much convincing.
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Miss Nichole, this story got me off quite a few times already!
ReplyDeleteI would absolutely LOVE to service the bartender Woman! She was described as:
"The bartender was a very, very large women. At least 300 lbs."
As the male in this story was drinking her piss, she said:
"If you think that tastes good, I need to buy more drinks for Nicole. Next time you will be back here behind the bar eating out my sweaty ass. I have been on my feet all night, and I am sure that would taste great for you”.
I would absolutely LOVE to serve and worship Her! Is that possible, Miss? :)
I only say two words....
ReplyDeleteI'm thirsty! (that's three words but it looks like two) ;)