Isabel III - triple.trouble

Saturday, February 25, 2023. 1:34 pm.

Master R kept the proceedings going immediately after Isabel’s assignment that served as a little foreplay.

“Okay,” he said, addressing Isabel, “your turn. Pick someone.”

Isabel briefly looked around at the two others sitting on the wet plastic sheet with her.

“Lola,” she said while looking at her filthy look-a-like. She thought that was the safest pick at the moment.

The blonde was just done taking off her leather strip harness and tossed it to the far side of the room. Her face had a look that was a mix of excitement and contempt.

“What kind of porn do you get off on?”

Lola thought this was kind of a lame question, as it was a repeat of what Master O had asked Isabel, but she let it slide since it was Isabel’s first time.

“This may surprise some of you,” the girl started off, “but right now I mostly watch girl on girl stuff. There’s this mistress, I believe she’s from your country, who posts clips of her sessions with a couple girls online. They are short but sweet. One of them is a real pain slut with a killer body and long curls and there is another who tries to stretch her ass with the biggest stuff. Real big. Like she lets that mistress put her foot up there. I watch that kind of stuff a lot and BBC. I can’t get enough of big black cock.”

Lola chuckled. It was no lie. She clocked hours and hours of BBC videos on porn sites every week.

Isabel had a satisfied look on her face, so Lola was done and it was now her turn to pick someone else.

“Master R,” she said. Her master nodded. “Truth or dare?”

“Let’s hear a dare,” Master R replied. Lola smiled.

“Okay. Invite the new girl over to your throne and play with her any way you want for two minutes.”

Isabel felt a tingle travel down her spine. But she didn’t have to get over to Master R’s throne immediately.

“Very well,” Master R replied, “but I will hose her down first after what you two just did with her, and that won’t count towards the two minutes. Deal?”

Lola nodded. She was curious to see what her master would do when he had his hands on the new girl.

Master R got up from his throne and commanded Isabel to get up and follow him to the far wall of the room. There was a small tiled section where he made her face the wall with her hands stretched out in front of her and her legs spread a little. Then he used a powered water gun to hose her down.

The water was cold and the pressure strong. The beam of water stung when it hit Isabel’s skin and it felt like a rough massage at best, like a cutting or poking stick at worst.

When her back was done, Isabel had to turn around. Master R started by aiming at her stomach and she buckled forward when the strong shot of water hit her. But she composed herself and weathered the relentless assault, even when it hit her face.

Isabel hated the fact that her hair got totally soaking wet. It had the tendency to appear much thinner when wet and it made her small ears stick out a little bit. She was self-conscious like that.

But Master R was satisfied. He didn’t need Isabel to dry off, but instead commanded her to follow him back to his golden throne. She left a trail of water drops and little pools as she followed him across the room, but no one seemed to care.

Master R sat back down on his throne and gestured Isabel to come forward. When she was inches away from him, he said to Lola: “Who’s going to keep time? You?”

Lola chuckled. “Sure. Start whenever you want.”

Master R reached out to Isabel with both hands, which he placed around the small of her waist. His hands were big, but they felt warm. Isabel felt the many rings he wore dig into her skin as he tightened his grip, feeling exactly where her rib cage started to form.

Then, kind of gentle, he pulled her in a little closer while his hands made their way up her torso, feeling every bone of her ribs, but maybe even more so the spaces in between. The master took his time, slowly inching up to where the underside of Isabel’s breasts started. He touched the scars that the meat hooks had left after Master O had suspended her between the pig cadavers. She had only been up there for a minute, maybe two, while they filmed and took pictures. The hooks had been taken out quickly, before they had time to rip her flesh, but they still left a noticeable mark where they had slid into her breasts. Master O traced and pushed with his fingertips, as if he was reading braille.

Again he pulled her a little closer. His nose now between her perky breasts. She could feel his breath against her skin. He moved his large hands slightly further up and brushed them against her nipples, cupping her small breasts, squeezing gently and then pushing them together before letting them spread apart again. Isabel’s small tits bounced, even if it was just a little.

Then Master R’s hands slid down her back again to her ass, which he grabbed, one side in each hand, and which he used to pull her chest against his face. He inhaled deeply and smelled her through her wet skin. Like Isabel’s small tits, her ass was easily covered by his large hands. She was literally less than a handful to him. And that’s exactly what he liked.

His tongue slid out of his mouth and he slowly dragged its tip from the underside of her right breast to her hard nipple, before he placed his lips around it and sucked it into his mouth.

Isabel had almost been lulled into sleep, like a small baby zebra enchanted by the gracious moves of a hungry lion, but she suddenly snapped straight out of it.

It felt like Master R wanted to rip all the juice and life out of her nipple, that’s how forcefully he unexpectedly sucked the tip of her breast into her mouth before sinking his teeth relentlessly into her flesh. It woke Isabel straight up.

Was the first minute up? Had five minutes passed? Isabel seemed like she had been drugged with Master R’s deliberate, precise and, to be honest, unexpected exploration of her body. She sucked in some air through her gritted teeth when Master R crushed her ass with his hands and her nipple with his teeth, and she couldn’t help but let out a high shriek.

“That’s it!” Lola informed her master. “Time’s up.”

As fast as he had tightened his grip on Isabel, he also loosened it now. She still felt the stinging pain in her breast and looked down to inspect the teeth marks he had left on her flesh. She slowly backed away from the golden throne and sat down again a few feet away from Lola.

“My turn now,” Master R continued, still focusing his gaze on Isabel.

“So Hugo,” Master R resumed the play date, switching his attention to the only male submissive, “truth or dare?”

“Truth,” the quiet guy muttered.

“Okay,” Master R continued, “Who’s hotter? Lola or Iz?”

Isabel was slightly taken aback by the direct line of questioning from the master. Was he trying to make this into a competition already? Was this why Master O encouraged her to be extra slutty and filthy this afternoon?

Hugo took a few seconds to respond, while everyone in the room, including Master R who asked the question, focused on the guy, watching his non-verbal responses as well as waiting for him to speak.

“Depends,” he surprised everyone, but Isabel the most. It seemed like his delay in speaking was mostly caused by him trying to find the right words in English, not his strong suit.

“Depends,” he said again, “if I’m going to use her or if she is going to use me.”

It was a slightly confusing answer, so Master R immediately wanted a clarification.

“Explain this to us. What do you mean?”

“Well, I think Lola is super hot because she has a pretty face and a fit body and nice tits.” He paused for a second before adding: “That’s what I like to fuck.”

Another pause. Lola had a look of approval on her face. It was not out of competition, but out of satisfaction. She knew she was hot shit, because she could get any boy or man she wanted. It was nice, though, to hear someone say it.

“But,” Hugo continued, “when I fantasize about a strict mistress who is going to dominate me with me as her slave, I always see a poulainke like Izzy in my fantasy. Pretty face and hair, very long legs, skinny body and smaller breasts. That’s what I like to be fucked by.”

Isabel’s eyes lit up a little. He said ‘pretty face’ even now, when she wore no make-up. She felt like she looked like she was 12 or 13 and had wished from the moment she first saw Lola that Master O had also allowed her to wear make-up today. Maybe another time.

“Well, well, well”, Master R said with a ringing laugh. “Who would have thought? I guess it’s a draw. Now it’s your turn Hugo.”

“Alors, Lola,” Hugo said, turning to the blond, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare”, Lola answered immediately. She looked over at Isabel. “Make it fun,” she added.

“Interesting, interesting,” he started with a thick French accent. Hugo’s was far heavier than either of the girls. “I dare you to,” he continued before pausing briefly. “I dare you to ride Paolo in front of us,” he paused for a second and then added: “and teach her how to do it as well.”

Lola’s eyes lit up. Paolo was right up her alley. But Hugo was not done yet. After another pause, he ended with: “while you two squirt that jar of cum from yesterday in each other’s holes.”

Isabel had a puzzled look on her face. Not about the jar of cum, she had heard about that a little while ago. But who was Paolo?

She didn’t have to wait long to find out, because within moments, Master O had ran off and returned with ‘Paolo the Pony’. It was a fiery red XXL squirting dildo shaped like a ribbed and veined horse cock with massive purple balls. In the middle of its 30cm long and 7.5cm wide shaft was a tube that squirted whatever fluid you’d put in the hand pump, which was basically a large syringe.

Lola knew Paolo from her last visit to Master O’s and she had learned then that she could take him in both her cunt and ass. Master O handed it to her and the girl straightened herself while she sat up with Paolo in front of her and her legs spread wide to the sides. Master R produced Lola’s filthy collection jar and handed it to his slut.

The syringe was easily filled with the grey translucent goo from her collection jar from the night before. And there was plenty of cum left to refill it a couple of times more.

Lola left the jar opened next to her on the floor and dunked her hand in to grab some more cum, which she spread all around Paolo’s flaring horse cock head before getting slightly up from her ass to squat over the dildo while she held it up straight.

‘Anal only’ was their assignment for the day, so she hovered over the gigantic dildo and aligned its tip with her asshole and sat down, holding her hand tightly gripped around the head while manipulating the tip and pressing it against her sphincter.

Lola was already a pro. Within moments, she was fucking herself down, sliding Paolo deeper into her colon with every squat, without letting the tip of the dildo escape her sphincter’s grip. She knew exactly how high to get up and how to ram down and her free hand quickly found its way to her clit for some fingering while the massive dildo filled her ass more and more.

Isabel had flashbacks to her adventures on Fraulein Stahl’s stage in Germany. But Paolo looked a lot more flexible and enjoyable than the metal horse monsters she had endured.

Lola sure seemed to enjoy Paolo and she completed the first part of her dare by riding the horse cock in front of everyone.

When she had the dildo so deep in her ass that she only had a few inches to go, she stopped squatting and just sat down on her knees and pushed her ass down to the floor until she rested on Paolo’s massive purple balls.

The blonde loved giving away a little show like that and she partly wanted to impress as well as intimidate Isabel, who had to go next, according to the dare. She reached down to the floor and picked up the syringe. Then she pushed the plunger through the barrel and squirted everything through the little clear tube and Paolo deep into her gut.

The little show was over quickly, but the request had been fulfilled. Lola looked satisfied with her performance and wanted to quickly get up and off of Paolo to see how much of the filthy semen mixture she could shit out again. She enlisted the help of Isabel at that point, who was tasked with pulling the dildo out of Lola’s ass.

Along with it came splashes of the filthy lube and big farts, which made Lola giggle like a little girl. Isabel held the now thoroughly lubricated dildo and was, for just a split second, surprised at the ferocity with which Lola moved in and started licking and sucking the surface of Paolo. Of course the filthy little slut wanted to taste the cum of all the men who ran a train on her the night before.

She was satisfied with a little taste, though, and soon encouraged Isabel to stand in a starting squat position with her legs spread apart, while she filled up the syringe again with cum from the filthy jar.

A few seconds later, Isabel felt the slimy head of Paolo press against her ass. She tried and relaxed her sphincter, but it cost Lola considerable effort to get the flaring horse cock head inside Isabel. Once it was in, though, it was immediately apparent that Izzy’s ass was at least as experienced and accommodating as Lola’s. The two girls worked in unison while Isabel mimicked Lola’s moves from before.

Paolo was quite a stretch and Isabel felt its flexible length fill her up completely, the way it felt when Master B would try and push his arm up to his elbow into her ass. With Lola’s help, Isabel also sat down and she was handed the syringe to squirt the second load of cum deep into her own ass.

Copying Lola, Isabel slammed the plunger down the barrel of the syringe and instantly felt the pressure of the fluids deposited deep inside of her. It was quite a cool feeling, no pun intended, and Isabel giggled a little and dropped the syringe to the floor.

Lola helped her get Paolo out of her ass again, after which the two girls improvised a little. Isabel kept standing up, while Lola rimmed her ass, lapping every drop of cum that leaked out or was farted out by Isabel.

The filthy blonde swallowed multiple times to get everything down, before she realized that her jar still contained more than enough cum to fill up the barrel once more.

“Hey,” she called Isabel down, “come down on your knees too. Let’s fill him up one more time and suck this horse clean.”

Isabel held the sticky dildo while Lola busied herself with filling the barrel. She had underestimated her jar. There was enough in there for two refills.

“Alors,” she said to Isabel when she had placed the plunger in the refilled barrel again, “how far can it go in your mouth?”

With Paolo straight up, Isabel brought the tip of the dildo to her lips. She opened her mouth wide and pushed her lips down the head, trying to fit as much of it in.

Lola looked up snorted a laugh when she saw Isabel like that, trying to push the horse cock as deep into her mouth as she could. She immediately rammed the plunger down the barrel of the syringe and launched the cum from the reservoir through Paolo into Isabel’s mouth and throat.

Isabel choked and coughed on the sudden squirt of cum and because her mouth was completely filled with the top part of the dildo’s head, strings of cum flew out of her nose. She immediately pulled Paolo out of her mouth and dropped it to the floor when started coughing, while tears sprung in her eyes. She had seen the videos of the raunchy girls who had their throats plowed by big cocks, preferably black and long, only to vomit with their mouths and throats still plugged by those cocks, which made everything spray out through their noses. Now she felt how that must feel. It stung in her sinuses and tasted bitter, salty and with a general nasty aftertaste.

Lola laughed. “Allez, now give it to me! Spray me too!” she yelled and grabbed Paolo from under Isabel. She immediately started sucking the cum off of the dildo again, first off the sides, then out of the hole where the tube from the pumping system ended, before she started stuffing the head of the dildo in her wide open mouth as well.

Isabel had composed herself well enough to know what she was supposed to do next. There was still some cum left in Lola’s jar. A little more even than was needed to fill the syringe. When it was filled up and the plunger was ready to be pushed into the barrel, she looked at Lola, who was totally committed to pushing the thick horse cock dildo as far into her mouth as her jaws allowed.

Then Isabel straightened herself up as much as she could, holding the opened jar in her outstretched right hand above her head and poured the last remaining cum mixture from the jar on Lola’s face from above. It hit the girl right between the eyes on her forehead and while it did startle the blonde for a moment, she didn’t slow down on her current task. Her eyes shot down to where Paolo’s large syringe was on the floor and Isabel caught the subtle movement. She didn’t hesitate and quickly bent down and pushed the plunger forcefully down the barrel of the syringe, much like how Lola had just done to her right beforehand and sprayed the last dose of old cum in the back of Lola’s mouth and throat.

Lola buckled forward instantly. Like Isabel, she choked on the cum and a large part of it shot out of her face through her nose. She pulled Paolo from the back of her throat and threw it on the floor while she coughed frantically and wiped her teary eyes.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Master R interrupted the execution of Lola’s dare with words while he stood up and slowly clapped his hands. Master O also got up out of his throne.

“Let’s pause for a bit before we continue, no?” he said in a tone that framed his sentence more like a statement than a question.

It was time for a little break.