Dungeons, Dragons and Doms Part 2: I obediently knelt down..

Dungeons, Dragons and Doms

Part 2:

I obediently knelt down on the floor. I don't want to make my situation worse so I thought it best to listen and obey. I sat there for about 20 minutes before I was acknowledged at all, and that was just Jacob telling me that I better not touch myself - or else. I sat for another 15 minutes or so until I saw Jacob start to unbuckle his belt. He soon had his thick cock out and started slowly stroking it. Jacob reached under the table, grabbed my lower jaw and started guiding me towards his crotch. "I know you came down here for a snack princess, so I know you're hungry. Don't forget to swallow... Let's show Daddy’s friends what a good little cock sleeve I’ve made you," he said in a low voice. He squeezed my cheeks to open my jaw and pushed my head down until I had his whole cock in my mouth and my nose was pressed up against his stomach. He held me there for a solid 30 seconds while I gagged and drooled on his thick cock, then he grabbed my braids and started fucking my throat. Tears were streaming down my face, adding to the sloppy mess. I could feel my husband's cock start to twitch and throb. With one last thrust and a loud grunt he came down my throat, holding me there for another 30 seconds or so while his cock throbbed and I struggled to find my breath. Once I was finally allowed to lift my head I coughed and sputtered. "Clean it, whore." While I gasped for air, I started licking the cum and drool from his cock from the base to the tip until it was clean again.

"Good girl. Now take care of our guests.” I involuntarily shuddered as I instantly realized I wasn’t finished. “You can come out from under the table once you've made them all cum like the sweet little hostess that you are..." I crawled on my hands and knees over to Chris and started to undo his belt buckle as he looked down at me trying to make eye contact. Once his belt was undone he pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees. His already hard cock sprung out as he sat bare assed on the kitchen chair. I started to slowly tease his tip with my tongue then took him in my mouth. With every head bob I went further down until I could feel his cock in my throat and my nose touched his abdomen. (Daddy’s training was paying off!) I then started to work the underside of his cock with my tongue as I bobbed up and down. It only took a few moments before I felt him tense up underneath me as his cock began twitching, clearly fighting to last a little longer. Just as I braced to take his cock in my throat and finish him off, I felt him grab my braids to lift me off his cock and tilt my head up until I was looking directly at him, strings of drool still hanging from my mouth to his twitching cock. "Hey Jacob! Does she have to swallow it or can I cum on her face?" "Use her however you want," Jacob replied nonchalantly. "Look at me, you pathetic little cum slut!" Chris demanded as he started vigorously stroking his cock with one hand and holding me in place with my hair with the other. I couldn't look away if I wanted to, so I looked him directly in the eyes expectantly. He looked down at me and laughed. "Right where you belong," he said under his breath. He started to stroke faster. "Get ready princess. Tongue out now. I still want you to taste it." His breathing started to shallow. With a slight grunt he sprayed thick hot cum down my face, in my mouth and down my tits. I raised my hand to wipe his cum off my face. "Don't you fucking dare. Wear it slut." Daddy barked. I slowly lowered my hands, my mind racing as I tried to anticipate what would happen with the rest of the evening.

"Come here girl," Owen said in an extremely condescending manner while patting his lap, his cock already out. I crawled over and he petted the top of my head. "That’s a good little slut puppy!" It took all of my strength not to visibly beam from the praise. "Sit, stay and tongue out," he commanded. They continued on with their campaign as I sat there with my tongue out, drooling and cum dripping off my face. I had to stay like that for 15 straight minutes until I heard the clatter of the plastic dodecahedron above me. Owen dragged me out from under the table, threw me across his lap and quickly spanked me 5 times in succession. I yelped in surprise and was quickly shoved back underneath the table. It all happened so quickly and I wasn't expecting more spanks during this round. My ass was stinging with the heat from his spanks once again. "Tease me, princess," he grunted in a low voice. Slapping my ass had gotten him rock hard. I licked the precum off the tip of his cock. It tasted so good it made my mouth water. As I teased the head of his cock I reached between my legs shoved two fingers in my soaked pussy and started to fuck myself. As soon as my hand was wet enough, I started stroking his cock with it drenched in my own juices. I continued this for a time, working the underside of his head with my tongue in an effort to finish him quickly. He must have caught on, because without warning he reached under the table and grabbed one of my braids in each hand before he shoved his cock down my throat in one swift thrust. I just knelt there gagging, slobbering and crying as he used my mouth as his fleshlight, my hands pushing back futilely against his grip. I still had cum dripping down my face from earlier. I was a fucking mess. Nobody seemed to even notice what was happening to me under the table, they were all too engrossed in the game.

After what seemed like hours of my throat being used, Owen shot a huge load directly down my throat. But instead of withdrawing, he just resumed his regular thrusting until about 3 minutes later when he came down my throat again. This time he pulled out, but before I could sit back and catch my breath he immediately covered my mouth with his hand and pinched my nose shut. "Swallow. Then show me your tongue to prove it, you pathetic cock sleeve," he said with a smirk. I swallowed immediately but he wouldn't let go of my face for a full minute. I was starting to panic and tried to squirm away, but Owen held me in place with his legs. He finally took his hand off my mouth but kept pinching my nose. I gasped and let my tongue loll out of my mouth to prove I had swallowed his mess, and finally he let go of my nose. I fell to the ground coughing and sputtering for air. I was hoping for a break before the next turn but I didn't get one. A strong hand grabbed my ankle and dragged me towards the other end of the table, and I left a wet streak on the wood floor behind me. I was covered in cum, slobber and tears.

Only one more to go - Dean. By the time I got to his uncut cock he was already dripping with precum. I instantly knew he was someone who liked to watch, perhaps just as much as participating. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and started to bob up and down, maintaining unbroken eye contact. He came within minutes, and I swallowed it and started cleaning his cock immediately. He gently guided me out from under the table and helped me stand up. It was so tender and kind of him compared to the rest of Jacob’s friends, so I leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth to show my appreciation. He pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him with my dripping pussy resting right on his cock. Knowing that Dean was tasting everyone who I had blown tonight was making me so slick. We were making out while everyone watched, his cock was pressing into my folds as I slowly started grinding on him. Just a slight change in the angle of my hips and he would slide right into my tight pussy... I fought the temptation until I just couldn't anymore. I tilted my hips and felt him enter me in one movement. I gasped at the sudden and intense rush of pleasure and I gushed down his cock. Kissing him was great but riding him was fucking amazing. I was just getting into rhythm when I was roughly dragged away by my braids. I spun around to confront whoever pulled me out of the absolute bliss I had been enjoying. Daddy glared with fire in his eyes, his nostrils flared. He looked livid. I was in deep shit now. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? You depraved attention whore. You think you can just fuck Daddy's friends? I don't think so, princess. Corner, NOW!" he ordered in the most deadly tone I had ever heard him use, pointing firmly at the corner. Fuck! I was in serious trouble. I slowly walked to the corner looking at the floor, too ashamed to make eye contact. (I should never let my pussy make decisions for me... It never ends well.) "Kneeling with arms up." Daddy said pointedly. I kneeled in the corner and stretched my arms as high as I could with my hands flat against the wall, my usual position. Daddy always has to be able to see my hands to make sure I'm not touching myself. I could feel my rosy ass still burning as I held position. I spent the rest of the campaign like that. Up against the wall, never letting my hands slide down the wall even when I started shaking. I had thoughts racing through my head all the while. How would Daddy punish me when his friends were gone?

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