To say that Zain had a way with girls would be an understatement. Rather, he had the knack to draw them into pathways that they never would have thought of even in their wettest dreams.

This time, he found a 20-year-old virgin, Ayesha, who was lusting after his cock after a chance encounter in a coffee shop. He was managing the place and gave his number to her on a receipt with the excuse that it had a special voucher code for her.

Within days, she had cum multiple times to his texts and dick pics. They planned to meet up. The coming Sunday was the right day as it was that rare occasion when her parents were out of town.

How Mistress Kate came into the picture is a mystery to me. But I suppose they chatted about it and he offered her the chance to take Ayesha’s virginity together. I, for one, was kept in the dark as to what was about to happen and was only told that Zain would pick us up at 8pm to go out for dinner. Little did I know that the dinner was a virgin who couldn’t wait to have her cherry popped. But the way it happened left her with a memory to cherish for life and a very sore pussy that hurt every time she sat down all week long.

Ayesha was also bi-curious with the kind of virginal doubt that Mistress Kate loved to turn into the truth. So when Zain offered her the mouth-drying opportunity of having a man and a woman for the first time she lunged at the chance. They had already been texting in a group chat for the past few days. It came easy to Mistress Kate, who was well-versed with the female body having experimented more than humanly possible during her university years. Her dorm was known to be frequented by freshers of both sexes and varied sexual orientations. She had a libido that she prayed would be curbed, but it only resulted in it rising higher and higher.

Zain picked us up at 7:30pm. Mistress made me wear her favourite red-coloured Victoria’s Secret panties, but dirty ones, the ones in which she had come back after a night of creampies at her girlfriend’s place. It still had the musky scent of her pussy mixed with who knows how many men’s cum. But before wearing it I was locked up in a black chastity cage with the key nestling deep within Mistress’s deep 38 C cleavage.

She got into the front seat and I in the back. She said hello to Zain by unzipping his pants and taking his already stiff fat cock into her mouth, proceeding to give him a very loud and wet blowjob. But stopped just before he came. We set out for Ayesha’s place, which was a short distance from ours. I was sitting in the backseat with mixed emotions and a painful longing between my legs for Mistress Kate’s touch, because I knew tonight her pussy was out of bounds for me.

Ayesha was already standing outside her building. She had the look of a bimbo, rare for her age and type. Someone who was brought up in a very traditional setting, where men were the providers and women managed the hearth. As we came to a stop in front of her, Mistress got down after commanding me to come to the front seat and proceeded to give Ayesha a peck on both cheeks and then held the door for her. Once in the back seat, she gave her a deep kiss on the lips, smearing her bright red lipstick all over Ayesha’s lips. Ayesha let out a moan.

Before we set out, Mistress commanded me to blow Zain for two minutes: “Do a good job cuckie and make me proud?” I unzipped his pants and put his stiff cock with the big head that was already wet with Mistress’s saliva into my mouth. I felt blessed to be able to taste her mouth. At that very moment, Mistress lunged forward and pushed my head down so I was gagging on Zain’s cock with his public hair in my nostrils. It smelt of cum. Maybe he had jerked off before starting out since he had no issues going for multiple rounds, sometimes as many as 8. Moreover, he took at least an hour to cum the second time, so it only made sense that he decided to have a release since he had two gorgeous ladies to please tonight.

After holding my head there for what felt like forever Mistress Kate pulled my head by the hair and told me to not wipe my mouth. We drove back straight to the house, stopping only to pick up some beers and snacks. Along the way, I could hear squelching sounds and turned around to see Mistress fingering Ayesha. On catching me staring, Mistress gave a stare that felt like a thousand daggers hurled in my direction and I immediately looked ahead. Faint murmurs of “Can I cum please?” could be heard every few minutes, always followed by a stern “NO!”.

Back home, Mistress had prepared our bedroom well, showing an impeccable attention to detail as always. The sheets were white, scented candles around the room, poochie rugs strewn around the room and a beautiful bright red cloth draped over the headrest of the four-poster bed. The theme was in the details.

I was asked to serve beer and snacks to everyone. Ayesha didn’t drink and was looking visibly nervous, yet excited. Mistress Kate made small talk to relax her and once in a while whispered something in her ears that made her blush, turning red like the cloth over the bed.

Mistress Kate gulped down her beer in one go and took Ayesha by the hand, leading her to the bedroom. Zain and I followed like two hungry hyenas, him lusting after both and me fixated on my Mistress’s ass that moved commandingly my tiny cock gravitating towards her. Once inside, she asked Ayesha to strip, while focusing her attention on Zain’s stiff cock. Everyone undressed in no time. Mistress asked me to follow suit. When Ayesha noticed my little dicklet in chastity, she let out an unintentional chuckle, followed by a halfhearted apology. Mistress Kate retorted, “No need to apologise, Ayesha. If anything he should be sorry for making us look at that mushroom. It doesn’t deserve any pussy or attention.” At this everyone laughed.

Zain and Mistress went to work on Ayesha, one licking her pussy, the other her rounded breasts and lips. Mistress took lipstick and drew bright red circles on her areolas. She then got up and as she walked past me gave an underhanded slap to my balls. I shrieked like a kitten. She disappeared into her walkin wardrobe while I stared at her voluptuous ass with a dull pain growing through my balls and cock.

When she returned, my jaw dropped. She was wearing her pegging underwear with what looked like an 8-inch dildo dangling from it. It was pure white in colour just like the sheets. As always, she paid attention to the little things, in this case a very big and thick veiny dildo. I saw Ayesha notice it from the corner of her eye as a look of fear and anticipation ran across her face. Mistress went straight to her and started piledriving it down her throat, inching it down slowly but purposefully until she couldn’t take it anymore. All in all she shoved nearly 6 inches down her throat. My cage was tightening at the sight and I was leaking profusely, afraid I was going to have a ruined orgasm.

Then, she motioned to Zain to change positions. She put a finger inside Ayesha and said: “You’re ready, bitch.” She asked me to bring the lube and apply it properly to the head and shaft of the dildo. I did what I have done countless times to the many bulls she had brought home.

Zain already had all his 6 thich inches inside Ayesha’s mouth with her making gagging sounds and moaning with a mouthful of cock. Mistress then placed a pillow under her butt. She calmly positioned herself at the mound of her pussy and slowly inserted the dildo into her. Ayesha screamed at the first two inches going in. And then, in one sudden movement, Mistress slid almost all of it into her. Ayesha jerked her face, pushed Zain away and howled a visceral, guttural howl. Mistress started pounding her mercilessly, each thrust bringing out some of the most painful sounds from the other end. Zain held Ayesha by the hair and thrust his cock inside, saying: “You wanted cock, here you go, slut. How does it feel to not be a virgin anymore?”

I was about to burst. The sight of Mistress’s ass moving with the constant pounding was a sight to behold and I begged her to let me worship her ass while she fucks Ayesha. She ignored me and asked Zain to get ready to taste the freshly deflowered pussy. As she slid the dildo out, Ayesha let out a slow, defeated moan, breathing heavily. She had just had her first PIV orgasm. Then, Zain slid into her with his fat head splitting her reddened pussy. There was blood all over the white dildo and sheets, matching the red on the draped cloth.

She then called me over and asked me to bend over. I felt a spurt of lube on my asshole and then the large head of the dildo positioned right at the cusp on my asshole. She commanded, “Take a deep breath, cuckie.” As soon as I did, she slid the cock right in, and I whimpered loudly as Zain let out a chuckle and said, “Open him up for me, Kate.” As she pounded my ass, I could feel the cage tightening and a warm feeling rising from deep inside my gut, it was coming and I was helpless, the orgasm that feels like one but isn’t, the orgasm that makes me yearn to touch my cock, the orgasm that leaves a lot more of Mistress Kate to be desired. A spurt of warm cum spread across my cage as I had an anal orgasm. I screamed, “Thank you, Mistress, thank you!”

At the same time, Zain went to work on Ayesha like there was no tomorrow. Ayesha came multiple times, each time screaming, “Thank you, Zain. Thank you, Kate.” After about 45 minutes of non-stop fucking from every conceivable position, he let out a loud, deep grunt. As he slid out of her, blobs of cum came flowing out. Mistress Kate took some in her hand and rubbed it on Ayesha’s face and then gave her a warm cuddle, lying next to her for a while, holding her in her arms as if telling her that everything was alright, that everything to come that night will be alright.