Jack's heart quickened, as the image of himself in
command rose unbidden in his mind. Technically, he knew, the
odds of him being chosen to be in the next group was the
same an anyone else in the room. But the odds seemed quite
long when you figured in the string of coincidences that had
led to this point. First Bunny had been selected. Then her
husband Ted. Then Linda as Ted's slave. It seemed unlikely
that Jack would follow in that line.
The Master and Mistress moved to the center of the
room, in keeping with the unwritten rules of the draw. Jack
watched his wife mount Ted's stiff cock, sitting atop him
with obvious pleasure. It was the first time he'd allowed
her to be in the dominant position, and she gratefully
ground her clit against his hard shaft. At Ted's order, the
rest of the women also sat astride their men, and Jack
focused on Bunny's swaying breasts and the exact point where
his engorged cock disappeared inside her pussy. It was a
welcome distraction from watching his own wife in exactly
the same position.
Soon all the women were sliding up and down, their
moans filling the air. Linda, atop Ted, appeared on the
verge of cumming, her hips bucking, her pace quickening, her
head thrown all the way back. "That's enough!" Ted called
out, enjoying the women's accusing eyes as all motion ground
to a halt. "Let's just see who's got the real willpower. As
we select our hosts for the next party, I want every woman
to keep moving on top of your man. In fact, you can fuck all
you want. You just can't cum. For those who stop, there'll
be a small punishment later. For those who cum, a much
nastier punishment. And you, my little whore," he said,
squeezing Linda's nipples, "if you cum, I'll make you do
things in the next two hours that will make the first part
of the evening look like a picnic."
Jack watched as Linda clenched her teeth, desperately
trying to quell her excitement. He knew the next few minutes
would be torture for her, not only because she was so near
the edge, but also because a slow ride was her favorite way
to get off.
"Now, for the moment you've all been waiting for," Ted
intoned, handing the bowl to Linda, who rode steadily but
carefully atop him. "And the Master for our next meeting
is..." he pulled a slip from the bowl, "Ha! Jack McNair!"
As cries of "Fix! Fix!" "It's a travesty!" "I demand a
recount!" and other protestations rose around him, Jack
looked up to see Bunny grinning goofily off to his left. He
followed her gaze to find his wife staring at him, smiling
as though she had a special secret that only three of them
shared. The spell seemed to last for hours, broken only when
Ted slapped Linda on the butt, demanding his share of the
attention.
Jack held his breath as Ted fished around for the next
slip of paper. When Ted withdrew his hand, the whole room
stilled. But instead of holding a piece of paper, he instead
pointed right at Bunny. "Mrs. Miller, I do believe your
instructions were to keep moving. You're evidently too tired
to continue. So maybe a little punishment after we're done
here will wake you up."
Bunny, who had stopped momentarily, simply thrust her
breasts out at the Master, and made a great show of humping
with much more enthusiasm, as did the rest of the women in
the room. Returning his hand to the bowl, Ted pulled out the
next slip of paper, indicating who would serve as Jack's
Mistress at the next party. "Corey White!" he declared,
chortling.
"Um, I don't think so," Corey smiled. "Jack's just not
my kind of girl."
On the next pull, Jack hit paydirt. "Jill Tullman!"
Looking over, Jack was gratified to see Jill beaming
at him, as she twisted in her 'saddle' to give Jack a
glimpse of her stunningly shaved pussy, Tom's slick cock
just barely protruding. Tom smiled encouragingly too, so
Jack knew that he was free to get creative for the next
session. And he planned on doing just that.