Joy is a teased hostess

My only hope for salvation, being bound and freely available for Montana to play with, is that the pheromones won’t activate with him back here with me. But as he starts going through the toys and my mind races to figure a way out of this situation, I can’t help but notice my nipples again getting hard and my panties growing moist. Eileen confirms silently that the cabin is indeed filling with the pheromone mixture as it only will only affect females, leaving Montana in full control of his faculties.

By the time he brings the toy up between my thighs, a devious looking little bullet vibrator with an wired remote, I’m lost in my own fog of arousal and need. Eileen of course helps Montana out as he starts the bullet vibrating inside me at a lazy pace and she adds a similar lazy buzzing to my rear. When I gasp out my pleasure, my moan is soon fed directly into Montana’s mouth as he covers my mouth in a kiss. His hands find my breasts and start cupping them, pressing them together, and rubbing at my hard little nipples. When he unbuttons my blouse and pulls my breasts free from their bra, it only gets more intense.

Much of the ride is Montana splitting time between my mouth and nipples. His lips, tongue, and hands occupy each of these in various combinations. At times he kisses me while playing with each breast and nipple. Other times he suckles at a nipple, pinching the other, while sliding his fingers in and out of my mouth. And then sometimes he’s biting and pulling at my nipple, rubbing at the other, while he cups my face and rubs at my lips with his thumb.

All the while, he varies the vibrator’s intensity inside of me. Sometimes it’s barely moving, keeping me from calming down at all. Other times it’s blasting full bore and driving me to the very edge of climax. When I see Montana opening up his pants I figure he’s going to pull me over into his lap and have me blow him for the end of the trip, but instead he straddles my lap, pulls the shoulder belt aside, leaving my hands and waist locked in place, and pulls me forward enough so that he can grip my breasts and slide his cock in between them.

While he and Eileen continue to vary the vibrations inside me, I’m left looking down at his cock slipping in and out of my breasts, pointing at my face the entire time. I’d like to think that Montana simply made a mistake at the end. That he turned the vibrator’s power dial the wrong way as he orgasmed. I’m just not sure. Whether it was intentional or not though, the result is the same. Just as he starts to groan and shoot hot sticky ropes of cum on my face, he also turns the vibrator all the way down. Eileen follows suit, taking all stimulation away from me as I receive my facial.

Montana rests back against the partition as he catches his breath and holds me bent forward, his cum slowly dripping off my cheeks and chin and onto my hanging bare breasts. When he catches his breath, he lets me rest back against the seat as he cleans himself up. I’m left to assume he intended the vibrator to be at full intensity as he grabs the little controller and turns it all the way for a moment before turning it back off and mumbling “Oh, sorry about that.”

After sliding the controller to the vibrator under one of my garter straps and pulling my skirt into place, Montana turns to face me and scoops up all of his cum and directs it into my mouth. I’m trembling, panting, and so on edge that I don’t even bat an eye and simply lick and swallow the cum from his fingers. He doesn’t do a terribly good job as some is left on my breasts when he pulls my bra back up into place and buttons my blouse. Then, without any further chance to clean myself up, I feel the vehicle stop. The partition changes to clear, the windows lighten up, the fans fill the cabin with fresh air, and the armrest folds back up with the remaining toys hidden away.

Montana opens the door and undoes my belt, pulling me out in front of my house. I can feel his cum drying on top of my breasts and even feel some caking dry on my face as he puts his arm around me and walks me to the door. As with each previous ride, I’m trembling with need and welcome Sterling at the door with a kiss before he closes the door and I drop to my knees.

While I move into servicing my robot, my head bobbing back and forth, I hear him above me welcoming Montana to ‘our’ home and thanking him for taking care of me while I was at work. My home blowjob ordeal is complicated as Sterling pulls me off his cock and turns my head where I see Montana’s hardening cock. Sterling’s voice isn’t in it’s mechanical mentoring mode, but still sounds like it’s teaching me a lesson as he says “Joy, be sure to serve our guest as well.”

Whenever Sterling and Bradley used me together, if I were giving one of them oral pleasure, the other was always taking care of me. Sometimes it would be vaginally, sometimes anally. Sometimes they’d use their mouths, but they’d also use their tongues or hands at times. But all the while, I was receiving as much attention as I was giving. Now, with my boss and my robot standing above me, I’m **** to give my first dual blowjob.

I let myself mentally back away from the current task at hand and let my body physically take over. I may not be an expert at fellatio, but I’m skilled enough that I don’t need to focus on every little detail. Especially as Montana and Sterling take turns directing my head and mouth where they want it to be, leaving my hands to wander around their shafts, their scrotums, or anywhere else around their genitals.

I’m brought back into focused mode though when Montana bends down, slips his hand under my skirt, and turns the vibrating bullet back on. I actually let out a little muffled squeal around Sterling’s girth as Eileen joins the fray and starts the learning aide vibrating in unison in my rear.

My only thankful part, since the vibrations seem to be purposefully left low enough to tease and not pull me over the edge, is that both Montana and Sterling pull my head in close to cum directly down my throat as opposed to painting my face again.

When they’re both done with me and I’ve cleaned up their manhoods, sliding them into their pants, I stand and start to head toward the bedroom to change into my housewife dress. Before I get more than a couple steps away, I feel Sterling’s hand around my waist, turning me back around and pulling me into a kiss. When he finishes searching for my tonsils with his tongue he pulls away and squeezes at my tushy while saying “As your guest is already here, don’t bother changing clothes. Just clean up your face and get into serving, okay?”

I look down at my blouse where Montana’s cum has dried and it’s sticking to my breasts. Looking back up at Sterling I say, “I’ll do it quickly, but I have to change out of these, EEEP!’

As I’m talking Sterling turns me toward the bedroom and stops my words with a slap to my rear. “Nonsense Joy, you look lovely. Just fix your face and then fix us some drinks.”

I feel my face flush with anger as I start to head toward the bathroom. My path is interrupted again though, as Montana stops me and pulls my skirt up. He grabs the controller to the vibrating bullet and I let out a sigh as I expect it to turn off and leave me in at least some semblance of peace. But instead, he simply pulls the controller from the wire and slips the wire back under my garter, saying “There, it’s a celebration after all and I’ll make sure you’re feeling good all night!”

I clench my hands into fists and do everything in my power to suppress my frustrated groan as I march into the bedroom. I manage to clean off my makeup, wash my face and neck, and even give the tops of my breasts a brief cleaning, before I put on new more sultry makeup and do my hair up in an enticing style. My blouse still smells of cum and its crusty edge clings to my breasts, but it’s as good as I’m going to be allowed to get. Of course, the entire time I feel the bullet doing its magic dance inside my pussy with Eileen keeping time in my rear. Between that current undertow of stimulation, my double blow job, and my teasing ride home, I’m full of pent-up lust and know that tonight will be difficult to get through.

By the time I get back to the living room I see that Atticus and Catty have joined us. I note that Catty doesn’t seem obligated to help me host dinner and instead is just another guest that I have to serve. After I get them all drinks, I move into my routine of making dinner and hosting people. Where I’d been making headway and doing a good job of staying ahead of Eileen’s instructions, I have to lean on her again as I’m so mind numbingly aroused. Any time I start to get used to the vibrations, Montana seems to change its intensity, bringing its sensation back to the forefront and making it harder and harder to ignore.

At one point, while setting out a tray of pigs in a blanket hors d'oeuvres, I notice that Catty is sitting between Atticus and Sterling. Her legs are spread apart and both men have their hands up under her skirt. She’s just sitting back with her eyes closed, breathing hard, while all three men continue their conversation.

Bradley arrives just as I’m setting the table and has time to enjoy a cocktail and some pigs in a blanket before I invite everybody in for a dinner of beef stroganoff and all the fixings. After a dessert of baked Alaska and setting up everybody with an after-dinner cup of coffee, I’m finally able to join them in the living room.

As I sit down in Bradley’s lap, no actual seat being immediately available, Catty gets up and excuses herself, saying that she needs to water her plants and change into something more comfortable. My eyes widen as I realize I’m going to be left alone with Atticus, Sterling, Bradley, and Montana. And each time I’ve served dinner, except that one time with Atticus, I’ve ended up having sex with the men. I turn to look at Catty, trying to come up with a reason for her to stay, when Bradley catches my chin and directs my look to him instead. I let out a little moan as he pulls me in for a kiss and I hear the door close with Catty on the other side.

Bradley stands up, cradling me in his arms, and moves to the center of the room. He continues to kiss me as I hear the furniture being moved around. When he finally lowers me to my heels I look and see that Atticus, Montana, and Sterling have moved the furniture out of the way, leaving only the couch available. And all three men were smiling at me lustfully as they were disrobing. Bradley puts his hands on my shoulders, turns me so that my back is to him, and gives me a gentle push down.

While I lower to my knees and feel the bullet and plug start ramping up inside of me, I take a stab at having a passably normal night. “Guys, I appreciate all of this, but I think a good night’s sleep is all I need for…”

I let my words fade off as the men continue to disrobe. I even hear Bradley taking his clothes off behind me. Sighing, I reach between my legs to pull the vibrator and plug free, knowing that I’m going to spend the next few hours getting fucked. But Atticus approaches me before I can reach the bullet and pulls my hands up and away from me. “Ah, ah, ah, Joy. Sterling here has been telling me of the good times you’ve had. I didn’t realize how oral you’d become, so I thought of something you might really enjoy. And it involves your toys staying in place!”

I tilt my head up to look at Atticus, but my vision is taken away as Bradley pulls a cloth over my eyes, blinding me. I let out a gasp and am not surprised to feel them also pulling my hands together and tying them behind my back. I hear the furniture move again and finally feel a hand grab the back of my hand and pull me forward. Behind me I hear Bradley say quietly but commandingly “Open up!”

I open my mouth and take a deep breath in. When I feel a cock slide between my lips, my fears are confirmed, and I let out a little whine as the hand doesn’t move away and starts guiding me up and down the cock’s length. I use what skills I’ve learned, licking, sucking, and clamping my lips down, to give as much pleasure as I can, but I can’t stop a little groan from coming out when I realize I’m blowing Montana. It’s not as though I hate giving head to him over any of the other guys, but I still feel upset that I’ve now done this so much with Montana, Bradley, and Sterling, that I’ll be able to identify them without my eyes or hands. Through mouth feel and taste alone, I know their cocks.

Which also means I’ll know if or when Atticus gets a turn as he’ll be an unknown feeling and flavor.