About four months after Gemma and I had started working at the club, Brian (one of the owners) approached us with an offer.
“Listen,” he said eagerly. “The local Young Cattleman’s Association has approached me to see if we have any young talent who wants to earn a bit on the side. They usually ask us if we can recommend anyone each year who will be willing to have fun at their annual meal. I say Young Cattleman’s Association, but it’s just a small number who arrange to meet up over a meal and have a little fun each year. There will be somewhere between fifteen and twenty-five.”
“Have fun?” Gemma quizzed almost suspiciously.
“Yes,” Brian replied, “They want someone who will serve the food and then go on to serve them. It’s two weeks tomorrow, and they have requested you two.”
“So they want all-night sex with us?” Gema continued to question.
Brian gave a dry laugh, “Not just all night but pretty much the whole weekend. And you will get paid for it,” He added for encouragement.
I was very interested, but Gemma was still sceptical. “So they want Rachel and I to provide all their sexual fun for a weekend?” she asked, seemingly nonplussed.
“Basically yes,” Brian replied, “I can truly vouch for these guys. The ones I have met are lovely lads and would never go beyond your wishes. Girls from here have gone in the past and had a wonderful time. They will want sex and also lots of fun BDSM things. I think you’d both enjoy it.”
“When did you say it was again,” I asked, breaking into the conversation for the first time.
“Two weeks tomorrow,” Brian repeated.
“Um! Well, that rules me out, Gemma replied, looking up her University timetable. I’m back home for that weekend. It looks like you’ll be on your own, Rach, if you decide to go!”
“Well, Rachel,” Brian asked, looking at me expectantly.
“Exactly what would it entail?” I responded.
“Lots of sex in every hole and position you can think of, a lot of basic bondage, chains, ropes whips, mostly in a barn, I believe and maybe some food mess on Friday night. If you’re interested, I can pass on a list of limits or, better still, maybe ask for a couple of the guys to meet you beforehand. What do you think?”
“I’d have gladly done it if Gemma was game, but…” I turned to Gemma, “Can’t you change your weekend for going home?”
“I would do if I could, Rach; however, it’s dads’ birthday, and I have promised I’d be there. I don’t think I could change much as it sounds a lot of fun.”
“Will I be the only entertainment?” I enquired of Brian.
“Yes, as far as I know. They usually ask for two women and must have seen you two perform at the armatures night. I think that they would be happy with just you, Rachel, as long as you had the stamina for a pretty rough and tough weekend.”
“Okay, I’ll sleep on it overnight and give you a call either way in the morning,” I agreed.
On our way home, I tried my best to get Gemma to change her plans. I knew, of course, that I’d be safe, but to go with a friend to share the adventure would no doubt have given me a little more confidence.
The next day I contacted Brain with an affirmative answer that I was happy to take the offer. Once it was decided, I settled back, wondering all it would entail. Thankfully I did not have long to wait as I was told the two leading lights wished to take me out to dinner on the following Tuesday evening to discuss the night’s format and check on limitations. That suited me just fine as I did want to see how fit these young cattlemen were.
That weekend seemed to drag in the Halls of Residence at the campus. All I could think about was what I might be doing in two weeks. ‘What would they want to do, and what should I let them do?’ I kept asking myself.
I was glad when Tuesday evening came, and I was able to drive to the small restaurant that had been mentioned. Two handsome guys were waiting at the entrance looking as if they were waiting for someone. As soon as I drove into the car park, they approached my car.
“Rachel? Rachel McClean?” the darker of the two asked as I opened my car door. He had a little nervous tremor in his voice.
I smiled as I climbed out, “That’s right,” I replied, trying to sound confident. “How did you know?”
“Well, Brian from the club told us what car you drove, but I have also seen you perform,” he answered a little more fluidly.
I was embarrassed. I had forgotten that Brian had said someone had seen me perform at the club. How dumb of me.
“Well shall we go in?” his colleague interjected for the first time. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Dave.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” the other retorted, “and I’m Chris.”
Once we were seated, Chris passed me the menu and added, “Wow, wee you are so pretty, Rachel. Are you really going to be the belle of the ball at the Association bash a week Friday?”
I smiled as I looked up from my menu, “I thought that’s what we were here to find out.”
“We certainly hope so,” Dave added, smiling across at me.
After we had all ordered, I took the initiative to get down to business. “So tell me what you want me to do if I come to your meal. Brian told me sex and bondage mostly.”
“Yes, certainly those, but… it depends on what your willing to do too. We’d love to do much more, but you have to be agreeable.”
“If I was,” I replied, a feeling of excitement already coursing through my veins, “What would you be looking to do more than sex?”
“Lots of bondage…. Brian gave us a list of what you might be up for…” Chris replied, his voice trailing off as he fumbled in his pockets. “Ah yes, here we are, Bondage, whips, spanking, cold water and ice and food mess plus sex in every hole!”
“Is that the list from Brian?” I giggled, “The cheek of him. Yes, I might be up for that but first, tell me what it’s all about?”
Dave answered, “It’s just a group of young male farmers. Five years ago, someone thought it would be good to have a meal together and get a strip-o-gram girl for a bit of fun to conclude proceedings. Then it was decided that maybe the right girl could be got who would do more than just strip. After a fruitless search and not knowing how to get such a girl, someone approached Brian. I have to say he has produced the goods in the past three years.”
“But none as lovely as you, Rachel,” Chris interjected.
I smiled as I replied, “I bet you say that to everyone.”
“No, straight up, you are the prettiest and nicest of them all by a country mile,” he replied.
“Alright,” I laughed, “I’ll take the compliment. I was told that you have a meal on Friday and I would have to be the waitress at it. Just to let you know that I have no waitress training at all.”
“It’s not needed. All you have to do is bring the plates of food from the kitchen to the tables, one in each hand. Simple. Oh, and you must wear a French maids outfit,” Dave explained.
“And no knickers,” Chris added.
“No knickers?” I repeated, looking up from my chilli con carne.
“That’s right! We want to be able to pinch your bum as you walk past and also maybe feel your pussy too,” Dave confirmed.
“And your pubic hair.”
“Okay. Then what?”
“And no bra! Just the maid’s outfit. We may ask you to serve with it under your tits, so they are on view for all to see!”
I giggled again, “You guys don’t want much, do you? I am sure my small breasts might disappoint some.”
“I saw them at the club and think they are great. It’s a pity your friend couldn’t come too as, to be fair, she has larger tits, but I am sure we will all be happy with you. Your pretty face and slender body and that hairy pussy of yours will easily make up,” Chris added enthusiastically.
“Of course, your friend dropping out means that you will have to provide all our entertainment,” Dave added, “Will you be up to all that?”
“All I can say is that if I agree, I will do my best for you all,” I chipped in, “Just as long as my rights are respected, and things stop if I say so.”
“Honest Rachel, if you say stop, we will stop straight away, no problem.”
“That’s comforting to hear. Brian said it was an all-weekend event?”
“Did he? And are you happy with that? I mean being used and fucked for two days and nights?”
“I was told that’s what would be happening,” I answered truthfully.
“Well, yes. Err… It’s just.” Chris’s voice died away.
“It’s just we never thought in a million years you’d agree to a whole weekend. We came here hoping to get you to agree to just one full night.”
“Well, guy’s,” I replied mischievously, “It looks like you hit the jackpot with me!”
“Cor… a whole weekend of manic sex with you,” Chris drooled, “I can’t believe it.”
“Some of us are into messy. You know, food mess. Would you be interested?”
“I might be,” I responded, “Depends on what’s involved.”
“Not sure how to play this one as we’ve never done it before,” Chris added thoughtfully. “Do you have any ideas?”
“How about a gunge tank,” I enquired.
“No! Everyone does that. It’s always on the telly. We want something special. Something different.”
“What will you be eating?” I inquired, trying to think of something that might work.
“To help keeps costs reasonable, we have mince and potatoes,” Dave answered, “And a few vegetables and dumplings.”
“What no al-a-caret menu?” I questioned, laughing. “Sounds a bit of a boring meal if you’re all having the same… Hey, I am just about to be brilliant. Now just let me work it out.”
“You got an idea?” both guys seemed to ask at the same time.
I closed my eyes, trying to think of a scenario that might work.
“Yes, I think maybe I have. How about someone complains to me about the food. I am at a loss to help. Another joins in, adding his displeasure to the quality of the fare on offer. If we had a large bowl of mince somewhere, I could be taken to it and my head forced in to see how I liked the taste of the stuff! Would something like that be any good?” I enquired.
“Um! Something like that might work. I was just thinking of the extra cost of all that quality minced beef. We farmers provide it, you know. Top-notch stuff,” Chris replied.
“I see,” I said, a bit downcast, “Hang on, What if it’s not the same beef.”
“What do you mean?”
“A cheaper brand.” I explained, “Some of the places where us students shop have cheap stuff on sale. Not sure of the quality… but it tastes not too bad. Occasionally I have brought treacle and molasses to be covered in from these places. It can be half the price of the main supermarkets if you buy those big tins. I know you can get frozen beef in some of those shops. I have seen it.”
There was a stunned silence, and both young men looked at me.
“You mean you have done foodstuff before,” Dave enquired.
“Oh yes. Some of my friends love getting me messy and gooey. To be honest, I quite enjoy it.”
“Will you let us cover your hair?”
I nodded affirmatively with a smile as I took another folk full of chilli con carne.
“Could we not forget the meat and just use sticky stuff over you?”
“You could, but I was thinking of something the tied in with the event on the night,” I explained, “The mincemeat idea seems a bit more of a good way of starting the proceedings, especially if only one or two knew about it. It would sort of put me in my place. You could use the other stuff later on if you wish.”
“Brian said you were a totally submissive woman.”
“Yes, I am. If I agree to something, I aim to please.”
“I can’t see why we couldn’t do that,” Dave replied, still thinking, “I mean with the meat. I wonder if we could get enough actually to dump you right into it.”
“That would cost a fortune,” Chris interrupted.
“I didn’t mean right in. I meant to sit in, and we scoop the stuff over her. A bit like a chicken in a roasting pan. What do you think, Rachel?”
I laughed, “My mother always bastes a chicken, so maybe you’d need to prepare me first just for fun,” I gushed.
“How do you mean?”
“My mum greases the chicken before it goes into the roasting tin. You could grease me first as if I was a chicken, but then the meat and gravy would not stick to me. However, if you just grease certain parts of me, you and your friends might find that fun.”
After further discussion, it was agreed that after my head was removed from the initial bowl of mince, it, along with my breasts, tits, pussy and bum, would be greased in front of everyone. Then I’d be sat naked in some larger bowl type contraption to allow all who wanted to use spoons to cover me in mincemeat and gravy.
We spent another hour drinking several cokes and discussing the rest of our time together, our mutual desires and my limits. When we finally left, I had one more wee enticement up my sleeve.
“Don’t you think you should examine the goods to be used on the night more intimately before then?” I enquired.
“Whatever do you mean?”
I rolled my eyes at their lack of comprehension.
“Don’t you want to check me out before next Friday,” I explained more explicitly.
“You mean fuck you before then?”
“I had in mind an intimate examination of the proposed goods, but if upon inspection they were found to be suitable and you wanted a practical demonstration of their ability…”
“Of course we want to,” Dave replied, his eyes glinting in the lights outside the restaurant, “When could we meet up?”
“Friday,” I suggested, “At the club? Since Brian has landed me in this mess, I’m sure that he will be willing to let me borrow one of the bedroom suits for an evening. We’d also have access to the bondage gear. Happy?”
They were more than happy, I could tell. We exchanged numbers and parted with a light kiss on the cheek.
The next couple of days seemed to drag at Uni. I had checked with Brian, and he was more than happy for me to have a trial run with my two new friends, kindly providing the suit free of charge and the key to the ‘dungeon.’
It was not really a dungeon, just a plain room about fifteen feet square with a few hooks in the walls and a couple of chairs that had been modified to be used for bondage purposes. It was basic but functional.
I couldn’t wait until Friday, and even the lectures I enjoyed the most seemed to become a bit duller than usual. Each afternoon I rattled through any coursework I had to do and then set about getting materials ready for Friday. I wanted it not just to be fun for us three but also an experiment of what might take place on a much larger scale a week later.
Friday evening finally arrived, and Brian and another part-time staff member helped me carry various bits and pieces from the car to the bedroom suite an hour before I met Chris and Dave. These included a large packet of ice cubes, just purchased, a giant tin of treacle and a blue funnel.
I had no idea how things would develop, but I was sure that we might have a little fun now and a lot more fun next week with a bit of planning. I decided to wear a crop top and matching shorts. It was just a guess that I hoped might be right for both Chris and Dave. If it was wrong, I’d get them to tell me.
They arrived bang on time to the minute, and I brought them in via the back door and up to the suit. I say suite; it was just a bed with a plain white open-ended duvet, a cuddle chair and an en-suite bathroom with a loo, bath and shower over. It was most certainly not the Ritz! It was, however, clean and warm, and I knew it would do well for tonight.
I threw my arms around both guys and gave them a passionate kiss on their lips. “Great to see you,” I said, smiling at them and trying my hardest to hide my nervousness, “We have all night, so what do you want to start with?”
“Can we fuck you?”
I smiled, “I thought that was the general idea of meeting tonight. We also have access to the ‘dungeon’ if you want to make use of that too.”
“Oh yes. That will be so much fun but now let’s just see what you’re like in bed. Can we give you orders?”
“Yes, of course, you can. And if I don’t obey or don’t live up to your expectations, you can deal with me in the dungeon later.”
“Sounds great. Okay, strip naked for us,” Chris ordered.
“Sorry to be disobedient,” I responded smiling, “but from experience, I think you might find it more exciting if you removed my clothes!”
I had thought they would do it slowly and provocatively, but they had my garments removed and scattered on the ground within seconds. Usually, when I’m stripped slowly and seductively, I have time to get my juices flowing and become very wet. So much so in some cases that my pussy juices have run down my thighs almost as if I was wetting myself. This stripping was so quick I hardly had time to think about anything.
I was laid on the bed, and knowing just what Chris and Dave wanted, I opened my legs as both men equally quickly stripped naked. They were both strong, masculine-looking guys, Dave a shade over six feet and Chris a little shorter. I noticed that both had a sort of six-pack and muscular arms. If this was the style of all at the Cattleman’s association, I knew I would be in for an exciting time.
Dave spat on his hand to lubricate his very hard cock before leaping between my legs and getting in position. Luckily my juices were just coming on tap when this happened, and I felt him slide deep inside me as he groaned with pleasure. I pulled his head down and commenced to French kiss him as passionately as I could. He reciprocated as he pumped hard upon my naked and prone body, my nipples becoming very erect.
I could see out of the corner of my eye that Chris was also rock solid and masturbating hard. I felt he would not be able to hold on much longer as he watched Dave and me in such an erotic embrace. Suddenly Dave stopped pumping and shuddered with delight as he held his quivering body over mine. I knew he had done what he wanted — at least for now!
Dave must have been quite surprised when I almost ordered him to get off me as I pushed him over onto the bed beside me. His startled look told me that he felt he had done something wrong and that I was mad with him. All I wanted was to allow Chris access to my naked and highly aroused body.
“Quick,” I said, looking at him standing almost in pain at holding his load in, “Arse, mouth or cunt, front or back?”
“Arse!” he almost screamed as I quickly turned over onto all fours.
“Jelly’s on the table if you need it,” I added, knowing that my butt hole would be much dryer than my pussy.
In seconds he had lubricated himself and got in position. I have always been very tight back there despite many penetrations, and this was no exception. They say ‘No pain, no gain,’ and this has always been my own experience.
Suddenly a solid and well-endowed projectile pushed hard into the tight little hole that is my backside. I Screamed in both pain and pleasure as my cheeks parted, and the hole expanded to almost its maximum diameter to allow Chris’s penis deep into the cavern of my backside.
I could feel my anus stretched to seemingly near breaking point as Chris commenced to thrust each time, slapping his hips hard against my cheeks. It was not long, only a matter of seconds before he grunted in total pleasure, and I knew that a load of cum had been shot into my backside.
I had been fucked and impregnated by both men within less than five minutes. As Chris pulled out, he fell onto the opposite side of the bed to Dave, and I collapsed into the middle between them.
We were all a bit out of breath, heaving and breathing heavily. I felt two hands, one from either side, grip my exposed bottom. It seemed that both Chris and Dave had had the same idea! We all laughed as I turned onto my back to allow them to finger my pussy and breasts. Despite everything happening in such a short space of time, it was amazing just how tired we all suddenly seemed to become.
After about ten minutes of relaxation, when I stroked their balls and manhood, and they enjoyed my little delights, we all felt ready for something else. It was going to be the dungeon.
I was strung up in no time, hands above my head and feet flat on the floor. Now my breasts were kissed passionately, and my bum cheeks were parted to allow fingers to probe right into my backside. I groaned with pleasure and happiness. This was great.
Slim me, who was nicknamed ‘titless’ at school, was playing host to two handsome guys with the opportunity of more to come in a few days. It was so sensual I let out a little whimper.
A sudden and hard smack across my pert bum brought me quickly back from my reverie. I jumped in shock. Another harder smack followed. Then Chris and Dave walked around to the front. Chris held a horsewhip with a leather end and ran it up between my legs.
The result was instantaneous and electric as once again, my pussy juices commenced flowing. I wanted to be used, whipped, fucked whatever — I wanted it and needed it. My nipples became hard and erect, something that was not lost on my two companions.
The whip moved seductively up my belly, teasing my belly button before moving upward to my breasts. I closed my eyes as I saw it flick back, knowing what was about to happen. The leather head of the whip made a whooshing sound as it came back quickly towards its target. It struck home — hard. I jumped again and let out a louder scream as a stab of pain shot through my body. I was enjoying this.
After a little more teasing and pain, my position was changed as my arms were parted, and I was bound securely in a star jump, spread-eagled position. Now every part of me was open and exposed to my two friends. Once again, I tingled with great excitement as to what might happen next. What did simply took my breath away.
There was a knock at the door, which was closed and locked to give us total privacy. The lock was undone, and the door partially opened as Brian, the club owner, popped his head around and announced in a very merry way. ‘Rachel. You have visitors.’
He disappeared, but without warning, five more lads, all manly looking, walked in and ogled at me bound, naked, exposed and highly embarrassed.
“These are a few more of our club,” Dave announced. “Brian suggested they might like to see the goods too. However, sadly for them, they will have to wait for a few days before they can enjoy you as we have!”
The men walked around whistling and looking at the prime piece of meat I imagined them seeing before them.
“Can they touch?” Chris asked. I nodded my approval, still in a wee state of shock at this sudden interruption to our tete a tete!
I felt hands running down my back, around my neck, through my hair and over my breasts and bum. I looked at the men as they checked me out, trying to imagine what they were like naked. Yes, I was sure my visit to the Young Cattleman’s Association dinner would be great fun.
“Breasts are a bit non-existent,” One stated in a disappointed manner.
“Bit hairy too,” another added, ‘She’s even got tit hairs!’
“Bums okay though,” a third interjected.
“Pretty face to mess up too,” someone else said.
After about ten minutes scrutinising me, the five young men left, saying, “See more of you soon.” And so they would.
We had the bedroom at the club all night, so once I was untied and let down, we made the most of the facilities kindly loaned us, especially the bed. We had sex several times through the night in between dozing off. Whoever woke first initiated the next stage. I was well and truly cum filled in each hole.
On one occasion, after providing Dave with a blowjob in which he seemed to explode an excessive amount of cum into my mouth, I was told to hold it there and suck off Chris at the same time. Not easy, and inevitably, a lot seeped out. Eventually, Chris came too, and I had a mouth full of hot sticky fresh cum, which both guys eagerly wanted me to swallow. I felt this was a test for the actual meet, so I swallowed hard twice and opened my mouth for them to see the results. I think it impressed them!
I was once again being ‘done’ by Dave in the missionary position in the early hours. He was on top of me with his throbbing manhood deep inside my dripping cunt. We had kissed passionately, and I was at the point of what I knew would be a tremendous and incredible climax when suddenly Dave stopped thrusting. I opened my eyes to see what the matter was. He was looking at me, his eyes gleaming and a smile of deep satisfaction on his lips. I was momentarily confused as I knew he had not yet ejaculated. ‘What do you want?’ he asked softly.
“To be fucked hard,” I replied as sexily as I could, fully expecting him to commence thrusting once again and for my climactic moment to arrive quickly.
“What did you say,” he asked as if he had not heard.
“I need to be fucked good and hard,” I repeated and just for good measure added, “Shag me, please shag me!”
Dave pulled out and jumped off me without warning, leaving me naked and confused on the bed.
“Did you hear what she just said?” he asked, turning to his friend.
“I did,” Chris replied seriously, “She used the ‘F’ word.”
“Yes,” Dave retorted, “and she used it twice and the ‘s’ word. The dirty bitch needs her mouth washed out.”
Suddenly I was grabbed by both men and hauled up and pushed and shoved towards the bathroom. I was still in a stupor from this sudden turn of events when one of them grabbed my hair and pulled me through the door, and forced me onto the floor.
Chris opened a little bag he had brought and lifted a small bottle of Fairy washing up liquid and a kitchen scrubbing brush. He put lots of the liquid onto the brush and told me to open my mouth.
I didn’t. Dave pinched my nose together to stop me from breathing.
As soon as I opened my mouth to breathe, the brush was shoved in and moved about violently. I could feel the green liquid as it ran across my tongue, around my cheeks and down my gums.
The sizeable stiff brush almost made me gag as it was pushed around the inside of my mouth. I coughed and spluttered and shook with shock, not fully comprehending what was taking place.
Had my fantastic naughty night suddenly become a nightmare. Were these two charming young men now going to force me beyond anything I had agreed?
Suddenly Dave let go of my head, and Chris removed the brush. I was helped up and placed by the sink, where I quickly swirled many handfuls of lovely cold water around my mouth, trying to get rid of the awful taste and stickiness of the washing up liquid.
Eventually, I was clean and composed enough to turn to look for some explanation.
“We are very sorry,” Chris proffered rather bashfully, “but we wanted to see how you would cope out of your comfort zone. I must say you were great!”
“Yes, we just wanted to ensure that next week you would not chicken out when all of us are together with you. It was a sort of test.”
“Thanks,” I said, smiling at them, “You could have warned me.”
“Then it wouldn’t have been a true test,” Chris confided, “I hope you’ll forgive us.”
I smiled again as I looked at the two naked men standing before me with penises erect at ninety degrees from their bodies. I knew they had been turned on hard by what they had just done.
“Okay,” I retorted, “You’re forgiven, but just as long as those two big dicks of yours fuck me as hard as possible in every hole.”
“Of course,” Dave answered enthusiastically, “do you want to get back on the bed, and we will carry on?”
I did want to desperately.
“What do you want?” Dave asked again as he hovered over me. His hard erect manhood was preparing to once again open my dripping pussy lips and thrust deep into my quivering body. I longed for him to fill me with cum and total ecstasy. He did not disappoint, and neither did Chris as he followed.
As we all lay naked, exhausted but very happy, we talked about our next meeting with the guys I had met earlier and others.
“Are you happy to be called names?” Chris asked me.
“Such as Bitch, Whore, Slag and Slut?” Dave followed up.
“Of course, as long as it gets you all hard and ready,” I replied enthusiastically.
“I have been wondering if we could make things a bit spicier,” Dave added, gazing up at the ceiling. “Would you be happy if we told the others you were just a common prostitute, and you were all we could get?”
I was a bit shocked at this. Here I was trying to obtain a demanding university degree, and these guys wanted to introduce me like a common whore. Up to that point, I had not thought that selling my body for sex for fun was prostitution. I’ll be honest it knocked me big time.
“You know it will make the guys so much hornier to know you were just a tacky tart rather than a degree grade student. You’ll be treated much harder and filthier that way, I am sure.”
I had no real choice. I knew I had to play the total whore for one entire weekend of nonstop manic sex-filled and fuelled dirty fun!
I looked forward to the following weekend when I’d be the belle of the ball enjoying sex and more with other young and highly passionate men. I knew too that I would be very wet between my legs in the coming days just thinking about it.