Sir: He controls. She desires.

Chapter 3: Six

Chapter 3: Six

PART 1: DATE NIGHT

It had been a month since the halftime *show*, Sir had promised her a reward for being such a good little pet and tonight was the night she would find out about it.

“Be ready by 7:30.” is all He said.

Usually, he would send a cab to pick her up and bring her to his place. It was 7:29 as she stepped out on the stoop of her apartment building. Like clockwork at 7:30 a vehicle pulled up, not the usual cab, but one of His own personal vehicles. She had only seen them in his garage one being a pickup truck and the other a black BMW which was setting right in front of her. The passenger window rolled down,

“Hop in kitten, there’s fun to be had.” He had said this in a tone that she had never heard from Him before. It was as if he were just a regular guy taking her out on a normal date.

Before they pulled off, He turned to her and said, “Since you have been such a good little kitten I have decided to reward you with a free night. We will behave as any other *normal* couple would. I do have one rule: at any point in time if I tell you to do something you must comply, no matter what. Do you understand?” His tone was back to normal now.

“Yes sir.” She said.

“Ok then, from now on you will refer to me as darling, ok?”

“Yes Si-uh, Darling.” She fought back the excitement welling up inside her as they drove off on their little adventure.

They pulled up to their first stop, a small diner downtown. Next, they went for ice cream. Their last stop on their *vanilla* date was a pool hall. He ordered them a couple of beers. They played a few haphazard games of pool, neither of them being remotely close to a shark. From time to time she would look up and notice a man wearing a gray suit. She thought this wasn't proper attire for the pool hall crowd, but didn't put much thought into it. By the end of the third pool game she had counted six men in suits, none of them were together, they were all strewn about the pool hall like a Wall Street Journal version of Where's Waldo. Time seemed to both fly by and stand still. She hoped this night would never end, and then the bartender shouted, "Last call!" Soon people started shuffling out of the pool hall until finally it was only her, Sir, the bartender and the six suits.

The suits are all together crowded around a pool table, she seated on Sir's lap in an armchair. The bartender locks the door and walks towards us.

He tosses the keys to Sir, “Lock up when you’re finished.” he says and goes upstairs.

“Get up my pet.” He says softly. He comes up behind me, “You remember my instructions I gave you at the beginning of the night, don’t you my pet?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Ah, such a good little kitten you are. Do you remember these men?”

She starts racking her brain, they do look oddly familiar, but she can’t place them. Then all at once it hit her…halftime! “Yes I do Sir.”

“Good, very good.” He leans in close and puts his hands on her shoulders. “Now, this is what I wish for you to do. I wish for you to treat these six men as if they were me. You must do exactly what they tell you to do as if it were me. Do you understand, my pet?”

“Yes Sir.” She said nervously.

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Chapter 3: Six

PART 2: SIX SIRS

Each one of them was wearing the exact same suit, the suit looked vaguely familiar. Then she remembered, it was the suit Sir was wearing when they first met. They walked over to her, one of the suits kissed her hard, and another grabbed her breasts and started playing with them through her shirt and bra, grabbed her ass cheeks and kissed her on the neck. Soon, she had hands all over body. They all looked like Him, they all smelled like him, but they didn’t feel like him. They were more rough, more clumsy than Him. They didn’t have his refined touch, His sensual kiss.

“Kneel.” One of the suits said so she did. They all unbuckled their belts in unison as I they were all the same person.

The same voice that told her to kneel rang out, “Suck our cocks.” He ordered.

She turned to look for Sir, but He was gone. So she did as she was told. She grabbed to first c**k she saw and started sucking, soon a hand guided hers to a hard c**k then her other hand was guided to another. She felt one of the suits kneel behind her put one hand up her shirt as the other snaked its way under her skirt. His hand pushed up under her bra and cupped one of her breasts and pulled and pinched her n****e making her moan. The other hand pulled aside her panties to reveal sopping wet p***y. That’s right, she was enjoying this which she could hardly believe. She had never been with more than one lover at a time let alone six. The scene was now as followed: two c***s sword fighting in her mouth, c**k in each hand and one suit play with her p***y and breasts. This went on for several minutes all of them switched places except for the suit kneeling behind her, he never moved.

Then they stood her up, “Strip.” Said the same suit from before, so she did just as instructed.

Once she was naked they lead her to one of the pool tables and sat her on top. They spread her eagle, one suit holding each leg. The other suits took turns eating her out, each one not stopping until she came. Her screams of ecstasy echoing throughout the pool all.

“Oh god yes! Eat me! Eat my p***y! Don’t stop! Please…don’t…stop! Ooh!” She was sobbing in pure ecstasy.

“Goddamn, your f*****g p***y is so wet!” said one of the suits!

Each of the ones that held her feet sucked her toes driving her wild. This went on for what seemed like hours. Then they all took turns f*****g her, each one pounding her into orgasm but not finishing themselves.

“f**k me hard! f**k this little girl’s tight p***y! Use me! Use my p***y please!” She couldn’t believe the things that were flying out of her mouth and her thoughts, the thoughts racing through her mind were awful, but exciting. After the last suit finished pounding her they help her off the pool table.

“Make us cum.” The suit said.

She wilfully complied without hesitation. They formed a single line in front of her. She started sucking and stroking his c**k it wasn’t long before he shot his load in her mouth.

“Show me my gift, kitten.” The suit said. She had heard this from only one other man, Sir. She opened her mouth and showed him the contents.

“That’s my good little kitten, you may swallow now.” She did. He petted her head and walked away.

The next suit stepped up and she repeated the same thing for each suit sucking and stroking each c**k and showing them their gift then swallowing, each one petting her head before walking off.

Sir emerged from the shadows and let the suits out shaking each of their hands and bidding them goodnight. He walked over to her still kneeling, her eyes staring at the ground. Now that it was all over she was ashamed at her actions. He put his hand on her chin and lifted her head up.

“I never want to see you look down in shame ever. Did you enjoy those men?”

“Yes Sir.”

“I am proud of you My kitten. You were amazing!”

This eased her mind and made her feel proud that she had pleased Him so. He handed her the keys, “Get dressed and lock up, I’ll be in the car.”

She put on her clothes walked outside. She locked the pool hall door and headed to the car and got in. They drove home, His hand on her knee, their finger interlocked, singing to songs on the radio. When they got home, He undressed her, ran her a hot bath, brushed and braided her hair in a French braid and carried her to bed. The night ended like any other vanilla date that any other vanilla couple who has been seeing each other as long as they had. She fell asleep wrapped in his arms, her head on his chest and a smile on her face.

“Good morning, kitten. Did you have sweet dreams?”

“Yes Sir.”