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jutting
erection. “I think you’re gonna like this, my hot little slave. I know I will.”
His body heat scalded her when he moved closer, bent over her back and molded
his hands around her breasts. “Look around. See how seeing you this way is
making all the guys’ cocks get hard.”
    Coach Zanardi had his wife Susan on her
knees, servicing him the way Keisha had just serviced Matt. Jimmy Bronson
jacked his cock while his Julie looked on, and Sid paused in wrapping the
elaborate rope bondage he was applying to his submissive bride. Keisha’s friend
and fellow Domme, Tawny Winters, was on her knees removing Jack’s chastity
device while Jack watched her, his eyes dark with passion.
    The women who weren’t otherwise occupied
with their own Masters were drooling over Matt. Keisha was already wet, just
thinking about him taking her in a way she’d never have allowed before she’d
let him take over. The heat of his big hands on her butt cheeks reminded her he
was in complete control over her body. Her mind.
    Part of her wanted to rebel, to tear
herself free of the buckles and straps that held her helpless to his sensuous
torture. Another part reveled in his strength, the way he was now controlling
her for his pleasure.
    Her pleasure, too. When he bent and nipped
at one ass cheek with his strong, white teeth she imagined how she must look to
others, helpless and forced to remain submissive while he took his time,
kneading and stroking her, his hot breath scalding her with his need, feeding
her own.
    “Please, Master.” She hardly recognized her
own voice, her longing for him to top her, prove his dominance by taking her
this way, in full view of everyone in the club, as she’d topped him so many
times. He made her want the pain, the humiliation, the same intense physical
and emotional sense of belonging he’d told her so many times she’d given him.
    When he bit her at the junction of her neck
and throat it sent waves of pleasure-pain through her, distracted her from the
feeling of fullness when he pressed the tip of his huge, rigid cock against her
rear hole. “Tell me what you want.”
    “You, Master.”
    “You’ve gotta be specific. Tell our friends
you want my cock up your ass, baby.”
    Her cheeks grew hot, but she lifted her
head and forced herself to make eye contact with Matt’s teammates and their
lovers. It was only fair. Many of them had watched her ass-fuck Matt with a
strap-on, or watched a submissive do it while another club submissive tortured
his locked-up cock and balls. It was her turn now to experience what she’d
forced on him so many times. “I want to feel my Master’s cock where nobody’s
ever gone before. I want him to fuck my ass, hard and fast.”
    “That’s my girl.” He nipped her shoulder
again then stood. “Tawny, I need to borrow Jack for a little while.”
    Keisha met her friend’s amused gaze,
watched her kiss her husband’s cock, now swollen to full erection since she’d
freed him from his chastity device. “All right, Matt. Jack, you belong to
Matt—for now. Go do whatever he tells you to.”
    “Yes, Mistress.” The tall, submissive tight
end kissed his wife’s hand. As he climbed up on stage he grinned at Keisha
before dropping to his knees and looking up questioningly at Matt.
    “Get up and fuck my slave’s mouth.” When
Jack obeyed Matt’s terse command, Keisha gulped. She managed to stifle a
protest when Matt adjusted the position of her upper body and positioned the
head of Jack’s cock against her lips.
    “Open up,” Matt ordered.
    When she did, Jack slid his cock down her
throat and Matt moved behind her once more. He bent and tongued her clit then
inserted a vibrator in her cunt—the vibrator for which he’d casually tossed a
remote control out to the crowd. Keisha, from the corner of her eye, saw Coach
Zanardi catch it.
    “Drive her crazy, Coach.” The vibrator sent
shards of longing through her body when it started rotating in her cunt