Wednesday morning 10:00 AM.
"I feel so alive."
Margo Olivia Ashmore-Needy halted her three mile run along a beaten path through her estate and along its borderline. Not all of it belonging to her, but the state of Pennsylvania itself, regardless it was home. The wilderness trail was stunning on all sides, with an amass of trees, visiting water birds inhabiting a pristine lake the size of a football field, it just could not get any better. Fresh air and pine scent filtered out any obnoxious odors such as scat from numerous animals in the area. The singing birds in the treetops was like reliving a symphony of welcome home praise from a loved one. God's country? Darryl Needy's at least.
In her heavy breathing conceived rest stop near the lake, she decides to take a moment to reflect on the last few weeks. So much had happened in such a short time. Her adopted son Elliot was in Paris France to study abroad. Four of his nineteen year old friends were sharing her massive estate to assist her financially. The fabulous sex with each of them before and after playing her game of tag you're it with all four boys until they reversed her strategy into a feeding frenzy of lust, that they all took part in knowing that she wanted them. They and more, Her own hunger for sex out of control these days. She had her late husband Darryl to thank for her behavior. He led her into a life of sexual freedom, well freedom in the sense of other men, a few women. Slave was in her vocabulary, but not on a level that some in the BDSM world practiced. Now that the boys had been allowed into the attic sanctuary of her husband Darryl they had discovered her fondness for bondage, abusing her of late in the process. Abuse that she was quite alright with as long as she was not harmed. It was quite liberating to her soul to be strung up bound tight and helpless to their starvation of her holes.
She could sense the boys evolving into more than eager teenagers since. Heath Talbot was not the happy go lucky young man that first entered her home. Now he wanted to be her Master fulltime, an option she leaned toward sexually but not 24/7, going so far as to encouraging her to refer to all four boys as Master. Five by adding in Jeffrey Hancock, Brian's brother. Serving each of them sexually was already on her daily routine, so calling them Master seemed logical. It would be up to each of them to determine who controlled her how and when. Heath had even plastered his bedroom walls with copied pictures of Margo in her modelling gigs. Some nudes turned into posters on his ceiling over his bed. It was her honor to feed into his lust. Still, the thought of what her son Elliot might think of his almost stalker friend if he should ever see Heath's bedroom made her edgy. Getting past that fear for now was easy enough until his six months overseas ended and he returned home. Heath even wanted her to call Elliot her Master. That was something she insisted could not happen ever. She drew the line there. Her son although having a crush on her, so they all revealed was not to be a part of this new life she was living. Of course, that could change once he returned. Something she found disturbing. She would deal with it later.
Brian Hancock, another beast entirely. He was sucker punching her at every turn. Selling her as if he was her pimp for money. Not that she objected to the sex with others who lived elsewhere, it was certainly fulfilling to her nymphomaniac tendencies. First came Brian's brother Jeffrey sneaking into her dark bedroom and acting as if he were Brian. He was a magnificent lover and she did know him. That was very easy for her to accept. He wanting to move out with them in two months seemed logical, yet the only room available was Elliot's. She needed to figure out where he might live without sharing a room with Brian. Temporarily using Elliot's room was alright, but not long term.
Second came the gangbang of paying friends. What Brian did was not cool to the other boys, Heath the closest to agreeing that he was using her as she should be used. To a degree Margo didn't mind, but being prepared for it all seemed the smart thing to do. Then, again the intimate rape was one of the most erotic things she had ever faced. At least they paid for her time. It did allow her to turn on her AC for at least a month of comfort. It might require her to do more of Brian's mischief if the air should remain on. Video taken of her entire gangbang thrilled her, yet she worried it might be abused at the wrong time. She was meeting with an Appraiser in just a few hours to see if she could borrow against her property and seek investors to build her Bed & Breakfast. She needed to focus on that venture as much as the needs of her young Masters. One wrong move would set her back on track toward losing it all.
Then there was Eric Crowe. Eric was less interested in being her Master and more of just her lover. He had more respect than Brian and Heath defending her even though he did find bondage intriguing as a fun thing not as a degrading option. She was working on helping him understand things better but she did enjoy someone she could talk to that didn't demand her holes every second. Not that she would ever deny Eric. If he matured into a more controlling force, she would obey him.
There was also Eric's fantasies that crept in. After Elliot's going away party where Margo belly danced for over twenty young, lustful graduates, teasing them into a minor frenzy he envisioned more. Asking her if she would consider a repeat performance now that her son was not in the country to object or be mortified by her sluttiness, she told him it would be her honor to stimulate those who had been there before. She knew where that would lead and it gave her goosebumps, as well as very wet panties. When she was allowed to wear them.
"All of these thoughts are going to make me masturbate." She giggled as she walked the lake shore. Ducks swimming by said hello as she found a stump that Darryl had left there to sit on. Her throne he called it. Funny that he used to tie her naked over it with rope and tent spikes then eat her or use toys on her. Nature calls he would say. It was a magical place, even a canoe along the bank awaited lovers. She thought of Cabot Ross, he would be her first choice to man the oars. He was the sweetest of the four. Still, capable of aggressiveness yet by far the most respectful.
He had been busy between work and dating the lovely Maria Salazar. While Margo approved of the Guatemalan Goddess she did miss him at home. The only time this week that she had seen him was when all of the boys had the rare same night off, caging her like a dog. Maria working a double that night at the nursing home gave her at least the pleasure of romantic kisses. He had not abandoned her with the promise of never. Margo was fine sharing his attentions with another, that and he was keeping to himself some secrets from his buddies until recently, that he had more than Maria after his fine ass buns. She knew of two waitresses, twin sisters at the restaurant he worked at had turned their seductions on to him. He was quickly becoming wore out from dividing his time in order to keep all of them interested. Not sexually as of yet but it was heading in that direction. Lucky man indeed.
Sitting Indian style on the tall stump she caressed the healing hickies on her neckline, they were still tender from the gangbang and gradually fading away. War wounds Brian called them. All four boys along with Brian's brother Jeff didn't let her sensual scarring get in their way, they took her with zero objection. Some men might be incapable, not her mentally adopted sons. She rolled her eyes referring to them as her sons. It had become a running gag amongst them. She was getting used to all the terms and loving most. MILF! COUGAR! SLUT! WHORE! Her favorite of late was CUNT! Minus the STUPID that went with it. Maybe she was. Still smiling.
In the serenity of the lake Margo Needy stripped off her shorts, sports bra, and G-string, leaving only her socks and tennis shoes on. Resting back on her stump, not the most comfortable of beds while looking up at the passing clouds. Envisioning Darryl tying her to the stump and torturing her with his tongue she played with herself. She knew there should be no one here being private land, yet the lake did border the outside world. She didn't care. Let them see should they be watching. It wasn't duck hunting season so that should prohibit and deter most trespassers. If anyone were out here it would be a Ranger.
"Mmmmm! Where are you hiding Mister Ranger Sir?" She giggled dipping two fingers inside her succulent pink depression. Her hole wet and warm gave way to rapid insertions, opposing hand rubbing her clit. The freedom and sunshine was intoxicating. As Darryl faded in her mind she went from roommate to roommate picturing them taking turns on her. That led her further into her stimulation quest, thinking of the basement gangbang, some of her unexpected lovers so very handsome and talented. Jeffrey sneaking up on her. The bonfire boys watching her belly dancing skirt escape her hips so that her hands had to hide her pussy from them, yet knowing her ass was ripe for lustful eyes.
"I can't wait for another bonfire. All of those men stripping me, touching, kissing my nipples, eating me, fingering my holes. FUCCCCCKKKING ME." She swiftly cums at being mentally swarmed and taken against her will. Willing, but showing them a good time as they thought differently. "That's it, pull my hair, choke me, ram those cocks down my throat. Yesssssssss!" Two down one massive gusher brewing. "No Cabot don't pull them off of me. Stay back. Let them do what they want with me. YESSSSSSSSSSSS!" With her final convulsion fleeting Margo sits up licking her fingertips, ducks applauding her performance as if a hundred sets of hands clapping. Crawling from her drenched stump Margo bows to her feathered audience. Dressed she headed home. Fun while it lasted.
With only an hour before the Appraiser, whom was also an Architect, came out to put together a mental idea for a blueprint, Margo stripped out of her jogging clothes and showered. Looking absolutely radiant she starts to decide on her attire. This was one of those days that she needed to be herself. As if her Masters would let that happen.
"You're not looking for the right kind of clothes." Heath Talbot snuck up behind her, kissing her shoulder and nuzzling her ear.
"No work today?" She shivered and palmed his cheek from behind.
"Night job. Have a good run?"
"Yes I did. I stopped by the lake and masturbated thinking of my Masters."
"Nice."
"The Architect will be here in thirty minutes Sweet Master. I need to get dressed."
"Not in these clothes." He sways her away from dresses.
"Master if I may? I need to be myself and put on a good impression. Even though I'm certain my banker Jacob has forewarned him of my openness this is about my future."
