‘‘Now fuck me like im your whore for the night baby make me yours" I moaned loudly. His reply was ‘’bitch when I’m done with you ur pussy wi...l only want my cock’’. I know everyone down at the party had to hear my screams. He kept drilling into me as I opened my thick wider. He grabbed my tits with his big, dark hands. I arched them into his grasp as I tried to draw his cock deeper into me. He threw my legs over his shoulders."You really do get fucking wet bitch I want your piss," he told me as. Over all that was a pair of white full-cut panties that were showing off the ever growing erection that Charlie was getting.All the while Charlie was shucking his street clothes I was doing likewise, keeping an eye on Charlie’s progress, and I was soon down to my hot-pink thong and black thigh high stockings. Did I tell you that I love the feel of the wide lace stocking tops around my upper thighs as well as the caress of the nylon hose on my legs, all a constant reminder of what I was wearing. Finding a secluded picnic table I spread the blanket on top of it, in the fold of the blanket I had a new box of condoms and a bottle of astroglide, setting them down beside me I laid across the table on my back with my feet on the bench seat and my head hanging off the other side. As I made myself comfortable the men gathered around the table, one of them stepped to my head and pulled his cock from his pants rubbing it on my face briefly before pushing it into my open mouth, I worked the head. "Thirty two days, exactly," came his reply. That was a long time, and it had to have been difficult to remain 'chaste' that long; and yet, he sounded proud of his achievement. It was unmistakable. He'd punished him self by refraining that long; and now, at last, he felt he'd suffered enough, and had earned an orgasm. Again---that curious mixture of sexual excitement and longing, as well as the long, drawn-out observance of 'chastity!' It was definitely tied in to a strong S&M streak! I suppose.