Whispers

After thinking about it for the last three days I think I’ve figured out what my favorite part of sex with you would be.

It wouldn’t be as I wrapped my legs around your waist with my skirt and socks still on, your shirt hiked up enough so you could feel the place where heavy knit meets bare skin. You’d shiver. I’d smile and brush my mouth down your neck, figuring out where I could pull another violet out of the gold. No, that wouldn’t be my favorite. But that’d come close.

It wouldn’t be as you nipped and sucked and made little Voski-noises on my tits with my hands tangled in your impossible hair. I would hum impromptus in the lowest places a woman’s voice goes, alternating with whispered instructions to make it so I’ll have to keep my shirts buttoned up all the way for a week. I think that’d come close too, but not close enough.

I lke to think you’d slowly smile against my cunt before you lapped at me like some demented, perverted lion-god and that might come close too (and when I first thought of that little gem there was Keset sitting on my left and Lind right behind me and oh how far I have come)

But no, I think my favorite part would be afterwards, when your hair would still be unbound and your eyes/my eyes half closed and me spread out on top of you, inhaling your gold, and your fingers pushing through the place between where wings would be, almost as if you were encouraging wings to grow.

If I asked you to help me learn what my body was for I think you just might say yes. You are terrifying, Voski. You are sweet. You are wonderful.

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We arrived too early for my heritage celebration so I suggested we grab a bite to eat and pulled into a nearby sub shop. As we left with out lunch, I said I had a small detour to make before the event.
A few moments later I turned the car into the cemetery he looked confused.
“Haven’t you ever had a picnic in a graveyard?”
Along the far fence line I pulled over, grabbed our tasty morsels, and led him to our detoured destination.

It was a beautifully sunny day. I introduced him to my father, and we sat on Dad’s grave for our picnic lunch. The first lover I had ever shared with my father.
That My Sunshine enjoyed this detour was making me rather moist, but I knew I must restrain myself as the ceremonies were to begin soon.

He was anxious as we entered the expo hall. I enjoyed sharing the history and culture, and he began to feel more at ease as I shared a Prayer Tie with him. (A prayer tie is a physical representation of a prayer – a pinch of tobacco tied in a small cloth.) I told him of how tobacco is sacred, often given as a sign of honor, and the gift could be carried as a charm or to remind him of the wish for his health and happiness. I did not divulge that my prayer for him in the tie was for ultimate pleasure.

Upon taking leave of the celebration shortly after the Grand Entrance and ceremonies, I drove us to the park. We strolled the grounds. I led him to a partially secluded gazebo and he sat on a bench while I stood before him, leaning over so he could caress my breasts from under my ribbon shirt. My breath quickened as we switched places. Now he leaned over me, kissing me, nibbling my neck. I reached out and teased his growing bulge, slipping my hands beneath his shirt and under his waistband. I could barely contain my excitement as I unbuckled his belt, slowly unzipping, then teasing his head to peek over his undies. God, I wanted to take him into my mouth and savor his sweet pre-cum. He looked around nervously as a wedding party began to draw near in search of a photo op. To ease his mind, I gathered him together, refastened his belt, and licked my fingers.

At his suggestion, we headed to my home.
Dammit, my son was home. No wait, he was getting ready to leave for the weekend. To release some pent up tension, he helped my work in the yard until the house was ours.

The next three hours were a blur of nakedness. We undressed and he was on top of me, inside me, thrusting until we were spent.
He napped a moment and awoke to me ravaging his ankles with my mouth and tongue. I was ravenous, biting, teasing, licking, sucking my way up his leg, to his knee, inside his thighs, paying special attention just below his balls, then around the base of his shaft. He could no longer resist as he rolled over and drove into me once again. I shuddered with delight as he varied his pace and angle, reaching my sweet spot. I twined my legs and arms around him and came hard over and over again.

Once again he drifted off momentarily. As he opened his eyes he saw me next to him, cricket masturbating – rubbing my thighs together. I reached over and guided his hand to my crotch, ordering him not to move it as my thighs and pussy writhed against his hand. He asked if I could orgasm like that. I answered him by demonstrating. Unable to contain himself we was upon me once more, only this time after a few moments he rolled over pulling me on top of him. I leaned back and caressed his balls and ass as I rode his cock gleefully like a child on a carousel. He pulled me forward, his hands on hips guiding my pace, his mouth hungrily suckling first one breast, then the other. I came over and over in waves of ecstasy. The headboard was banging against the wall as I began to scream, OH GOD! bucking and quivering. I came in a gush to rival Niagra Falls, continuing to fuck myself, impaling myself on his throbbing cock until I could not take any more. Oblivious to his orgasm, I rolled off him and into a semi comatose state.

When I came to I was more sensitive than I had ever been in life. I ordered him not to touch me. He was timid at my demand as we generally caress and cuddle in our orgasmic afterglow. It was quite some time until I was able to regain function of my body enough to dress and strip the sopping bed covers.

Three times in three hours! With the best round last! My prayer tie worked it magic.

I made us a nice dinner, gave him my car keys and napped while he drove us to his home and to his loving wife, who insisted I spend the night on their couch instead of napping in the car until I was recovered enough to drive myself to my own home.

It has taken three days for my hornies to finally return. I have NEVER before been to completely well fucked as to be floating and fulfilled for such a long time (Generally I’m ready for the next round before my partner has even gone soft!). He has earned a new name: My Satiating Sunshine.

I am wet with anticipation of our next encounter.. in two days my mother and son will be joining us out for dinner before we can retire to the privacy of my home once again, and the introduction of a few new bondage toys. I do hope he’s a good boy and not need to be punished too badly (or do I?)

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It seemed to have been a day like any other really. Morning services followed by afternoon devotions.The semi-dull drum of repetition mildly numbing his senses as he completed last services.

Thankfully today was Thursday and so he knew there would not be another service for the remainder of the day. His shoulders physically relaxed at the thought as his mind wandered. It suddenly occurred to him that perhaps a small respite preceding a quiet evening might be in order. But his mental reprieve was fleeting as other, less enjoyable thoughts encroached upon visions of restful reading by the fire. Thoughts descending upon his peace as if delivered upon the wings of taunting devils. An itemized list of items and duties sprang to mind washing over his calm like a foul wind.

Arrangements to be made, directions to be given to Anthony, Our Lady of Forgiveness‚ very own clerical administrator. (Had he told him about the weekend’s service to the kitchen on the 8th?)

And when was the last time he opened the suggestion box?

Shaking his mind free of the weight pressing down upon his shoulders with each passing responsibility, the previous thoughts of a restful evening rushed in and swept him away.

“I have worked this day. This week has been arduous and this weekend appears to be busy as well,” he thought to himself, walking down the center isle towards the back of the church.

Winter duty was a bitter sweet suffering for the poor man but all of this was nothing in comparison to the near fatal agony he felt when that young woman from his parish would come to make her confession.

She would always attend mass or take confession in something that would accentuate her lithe form just this side of cautionary in style. Fingers of cloth holding and caressing her breasts and hips, stomach and thighs as she would kneel to tell the intimate matters of her life.

He would keep his responses to a minimum for fear he might betray the inner turmoil he now grappled with.

His eyes automatically scanning to either side of him, his mind holding to at least one piece of duty as he searched each pew in passing.

He had made a habit of this since the amorous impulses of two young people placed themselves (and him) into a rather awkward moment of accidental discovery one evening four winters past.

Smiling to himself at the remembrance of their shocked expressions as he continued down the isle. The images fresh as if they‚d happened yesterday. The young man looking over his shoulder perched above her. She on her back, her shirt pushed above her developing breasts. Her skirt a mere belt around her waist. Her shaven wetness glistening in the faint parish light.

A tremor, delicious in its temptation and strength, surged up from within the priest‚s core and spread out to each corner of his being, causing him to shiver.

“Are you cold Father?”

A trilling voice, sweet in its assumed innocence, cut through his reverie as if casting light on his secret thoughts.

A flush rushed to his face as he turned to face the voice, feeling as if his thoughts had betrayed him before a member of his parish. His lips parted in near shock as the very woman from his thoughts stood before him as if materialized from his thoughts to taunt him.

“Oh, I apologize. I was lost in thought and you surprised me just then.” He struggled to compose himself, rubbing his eyes a second.

Focusing on her again he began, “Erica is it?”

He could have sworn she had just blushed. But perhaps it was from the weather she came in from.

Looking closer he convinced himself of it for the purpose of continuing to assist her in whatever it was she came out into this night to do.

“Oh, I’m sorry Father. Did you have something you needed to do? I can wait,” she said, lowering herself into the closest pew corner.

“No, no you‚re fine my Dear.” he said, taking her hand and encouraging her to stand and walk with him.

“Come with me, I was just doing my rounds before locking up and retiring for the evening. I think I’ve dallied too long and it appears as if brother Anthony has gone home for the evening. So the items on my own “To Do” list will regrettably have to wait until tomorrow” he said without the slightest bit of remorse in evidence.

She smiled, following him as he lead her towards the doors at the front of the church.

Locking the doors securely, his fingers passed above the green glow of the alarm pad keys. He was about to turn to face her when he felt her hands slip around his waist as if to give him a hug from behind. But this was different and he knew it immediately, frozen motionless in his realization.

Erica, now older, was a women of intuition. After a number of encounters she had no doubt the priest was in some kind of distress. She felt for the man who had shown her such compassion at so many times in her life. (He’d never even mentioned anything of that night he caught her with Aaron.)

On this cold night she wrapped herself in her finest furs and went to the church hoping she might find him and discover the cause of his affliction. This is what she had told herself when she was getting ready to brave the temperatures.

“Now or never, right?” she had said to her reflection in the bathroom mirror, marshaling the courage to take the steps she’d been anticipating for more months (years?) than she could recall.

Those breasts were his first shock. He‚d seen them displayed in different outfits, coverings and wrappings many times before. He‚d never have imagined they would have, could have felt this firm as they pressed warmly against his back.

Even through the added layer beneath his shirt he could feel them rising and falling with her breathing. (Was it quick? Was he imagining this?)

She sighed contentedly against him. The warmth of her breath as she exhaled coupled with the delicious agony of her nakedness against him turning his thoughts, his mind, his heart.

“Mea maxima culpa”, he whispered beneath his breath…

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So while He enjoyed reading about me telling the world at what I Slut I am (and want to be for that matter), He asked that I provide a little more detail about that night. And although it is a bit later than I anticipated in providing these details, I am more than happy to oblige. After all, thoughts of Him consume every free moment of my day.

As I told you before we were able to play all afternoon. Since we couldn’t meet when we had originally planned, He instructed me to describe how I would undress and how I would feel. It was easy to imagine. I have thought about it for months. Although I am much more brave when I imagine standing or kneeling before Him than I think I will actually believe I may be in His presence. Still the thought of losing my top, my skirt, my bra, my panties is still overwhelming. I get wet at the thought, which is also what He is hoping for today. I even have on my special panties so He will be able to see just how wet I get reliving the other night.

I can still feel the chill down my back when He instructed me to stand in front of the mirror and disrobe just as I had imagined earlier in the day. To look in the mirror as if I were looking at Him. I was embarrassed and He wasn’t in the room, it was strictly my imagination. I gave Him the play-by-play for everything that was happening. I was excited, embarrassed and getting more wet by the second.

Before having a chance to remove my wet panties, He had me remove the bobby pins from my hair and begin placing them on my nipples. It was a pleasurable pain. It always is. I just wished he were the one pulling them from my hair and placing them one-by-one on my breasts. Hoping he will kiss me softly to take my mind off the pain.

I put in the ring gag like He instructed, again wishing He were the one putting it in place and tightening it just beyond comfortable. But I did it just as I thought He would. I wasn’t allowed to wipe the drool from my face. It was running down my chin like a faucet. The more I tried to swallow and stop the drool, the more it ran down my chin.

When he had me gather the belts, my nipples became so hard with excitement that the pain from the bobby pins became almost unbearable. The drool began running down my chest and as I tightened the belts around my ankles and thighs, it even dripped at the top of my freshly shaven pussy. My legs so tight together, smooth lips rubbing together I could feel the wetness begin running between my thighs. Although honestly, I don’t know if the wetness was from my pussy or my drool. I couldn’t get control of either, not that I was trying too hard.

The idea of having the third belt slap against my ass nearly brought me to orgasm, but I knew that was against the rules. I had to focus on the pain just to keep from cumming as I typed every detail of the evening. Leaning my tender nipples into the ottoman as I typed to awaken my senses and focus on the time and detail that was needed as I typed.

He was disappointed that He couldn’t read my story that night with the delay in posting, but I was able to provide him the details of my then current state of excitement. I was so thankful when He gave me permission to play. As you well know, this is something that I am unable to do without permission and everything in my body was begging for it. I needed it! And I was so thankful when he allowed me to play with my clit, to rub and pinch hard. I came in seconds, with my legs quivering. But He wasn’t finished, and neither was I. He then let me catch my breath and slide my fingers deep inside me. I didn’t want to stop, it felt so good. Imagining it was Him inside me. Just as I was about to cum He had me remove the bobby pins which literally put me over the edge. I had to muffle my screams, not from pain but from the exctasy and length of my orgasm. I felt like I came for ten minutes and I didn’t want to stop.

Playing was long overdue. For both of us. I was so thankful that He was pleased with my initiative and detail. I only hope my performace in person is even more pleasing. That I am rewarded with the ability to cum over and over again. I think we both need the release but I need his direction and instruction. I look forward to it everyday, just as I do tonight, although I know He won’t get to read this until tomorrow. I hope I make Him as happy as He makes me.

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I am writing this at the direction of my master. A few weeks ago i got in some trouble and was unable to talk or see my Master as we had planned for so long. Today was the first time we had the chance to chat and play a game.

Today’s game, How I would undress for him for the first time. After describing my outfit for work, I had to respond every fifteen minutes with which article i would remove and in what order and how i thought I would feel.

First, the soft blue shirt that clung and outlined my breasts, slowly over my head and dropping to my side. Not afraid to look Him in the eyes.

Second, this was a double since I missed a deadline, tan peep-toe pumps and the tight white capris. Shimmy them down to my knees and let them fall to the ground. As I step out of them, I look into his eyes again, but quickly look away, feeling the reality of my situation. Nearly naked for the first time, what does he think, does he think I’m pretty? I can no longer look in his direction.

Third, the pink VS bra. Reaching back to unfasten it, holding it close to me, letting the shoulders slip slowly off of me, then onto the floor. I take a deep breath and lower my arms, trying to keep perfect posture, sucking it all in and keeping him happy. My face is flushed and warm. Feeling my nipples get hard and erect from both the cool air and the overwhelming embarrassment. Another deep breath.

Last, the hip hugger white panties. The come off easy as I bend over and slide them down. I step out of them not wanting to stand up and be so vulnerable, but I do. Deep breath, face glowing red.

I am ready . . .

That was the game and he enjoyed it. We started another game tonight. After some chatting and catching up he had me stand in front of the mirror and undress just as I described, updating him on how it made me felt. He had me remove a few bobby pins from my hair and place them on my boobs. I became so wet.

He instructed me to put my ring gag in, again super wet. Within a few minutes drool running down my face. Next to get three belts, one around my ankles, one above my knees and instructed me to kneel and type this for everyone to see what a true slut I really am and want to be. With the last belt, he told me to hold hit and imagine him slapping my ass, again, super wet pussy.

I only have a few minutes to finish the story of the day, wait, he just had me add another bobby pin to each side. OMG it feels so good.

So I will close telling the world how badly I want Him, to please Him, to serve Him. It consumes me. I hope I have satisfied his desire tonight and that he will reward me. I am His Slut.

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There is a fantasy I have been having for as long as I can remember. It’s late at night. I draw a nice, soothing bath for myself. It’s the end of a long day so I am looking forward to relaxing. I pour myself a glass of wine, light some candles, and lower myself into the water, which is scented with bath salts. I relax and let all the tension drain away. Pretty soon I am half asleep. Lying there with my eyes closed.

I hear my boyfriend come home. “I’m in the bath,” I call. He opens the door. I’m still lying there with my eyes closed.

He sits on the edge of the bathtub. I feel his hands on my shoulders. He massages me, it’s so relaxing I can feel myself drifting. His hands start to caress my body. He runs them over my breasts, I tell him how good it feels. I love having my breasts fondled! He massages them for a long time. It feels heavenly.

He kisses my shoulder. One hand stays on my breast. The other hand moves down between my legs. I open my legs for him. He puts his fingers into me. His hand on my breast and his lips kissing my neck and his fingers inside my pussy all feel so good I can’t help moaning. I open my legs a little bit wider. My eyes are still closed. He pushes his fingers deeper. He takes his time getting me worked up.

Pretty soon I am moaning louder. I feel myself about to cum. I beg him not to stop. He bites my neck. His fingers are moving faster inside my pussy. I cum so hard that it makes me scream.

Then he gets up and leaves. I am still lying there feeling the aftershocks. I stay in the tub for a long time.

After a while, I hear the front door open. My boyfriend comes in. “I’m sorry I’m late! I got stuck in traffic.”

I never know who my mystery lover is.

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Howdy, folks! I’ve just discovered a server glitch that means that about a month’s worth of submissions ended up vanishing without a trace. I thought the moderation queue was looking a bit bare. Sorry about that! The submissions are now working again, so you can submit a fantasy here!

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I knew as soon as I saw his truck I was going to walk right up to the window and kiss him. From the very first time I saw him, I felt his body drawing me in now, as it did then. That attraction, that magnetism, the raw sexual connection hasn’t faded. I wanted to taste his lips, his tongue, feel his saliva mix with mine. I just wanted, well, perhaps I should skip to the part where I hopped in the passenger seat. After previously scoping out an alternate location for our rendezvous, he headed for a cozy little truck paradise that has proven to be a perfect spot to satisfy our cravings.

Just as I was thinking, ‘damn, a bench seat would be nice, easier on the ribs’, he undid he pants so his cock was free. There it was, that beautiful cock, waiting to be enjoyed. I couldn’t wait, I needed to feel it in my mouth. I kissed the tip, ran my tongue all over the head, licked the shaft and when I was content with how wet it was, I wrapped my lips around the meat and slid down so I had him all in my mouth. So glad that his driving wasn’t impaired I wiggled around so I could glide up and down and suck the whole time until he put it in park and cut off the engine. He slid and tilted the seat back so I could go to work on that cock. Pants are down around the ankles, shirt unbuttoned, I get to enjoy his body. I love the way his nipples are so sensitive when I come up and steal a kiss, lick and suck and bite on the nipples and go back for more cock. Its like I can’t get enough oh him in my mouth. The way he holds my head steady and firm when I take a breath and bury his cock head as deep as I can in my throat. I want him to feel me swallowing him, getting it all in my mouth. I want to feel my throat open up and accept his cock willingly. I want my throat fucking his cock so badly I can taste it. He holds me there a while longer, not against my will, or even in encouragement, just in desire. Shear passion, enjoyment and desire as he reluctantly pulls me off him to taste my lips as he lets me know if I keep it up, he will cum. I do want that hot juice pumping in my mouth, but not just yet.

Somewhere during that time I was lusting over his cock, he had fingered me enough where the time was right that I needed him to fill my pussy. I had seriously thought about hopping on his cock after I got out of my car, but glad I waited until I could ride him completely. Sliding down as I sat in his lap I could feels my pussy walls tense, contract, spasm and release as he sucked and pulled on my nipples. Mental note to self, ‘get nipple clamps’. We could both enjoy those I thought as I remembered the spanking I got earlier. I squatted and bounced and gyrated on that cock. I felt the pressure on my g spot as I fucked him until my breath was hard to catch.

He told me to get back on my side. I did as I was told, as I was going to make him cum, but just when was up to him. I spread my legs, leaned back, felt the breeze on my pussy as he opens the truck door and pulls my panties aside. I do recall playing with myself a little, but what is clear in my mind is how fantastic his lips and fingers feel as they devour me. I can’t stop having little orgasms that build up as the night goes on. The soft flicking on my clit and the finger fucking I am getting are making me buck my hips up to his mouth. He pulls back, and then I feel it. His cock head against my hole. I need it, and want it so, so much. I scoot closer, and pull him in by his shrt until he thrusts into me and stuffs me. I wait there a second, absorbing that feeling. That fullness, the contractions. Soon I am grinding and thrusting, and fucking him with all I’ve got. I am loving every torturous moment until I am practically begging him to fuck me. To go in deeper and to penetrate me further and faster. Which he does, until he pulls out. Damn! what the…

My ass is soaked from pussy juice and spit as he tenderly holds his cock at my hole, just as he did my pussy. Waiting for my tightness to give in to his cock, he patiently drives it in deeper. I am in my own little world. My eyes are closed, my head back over the center console, and my ribs will feel it in the morning but I don’t care. I am getting the hell fucked out of me and I am enjoying every minute of it. He is a such a tease! pulled his cock right out of my ass, leaving me aching for that fullness until he pokes it in and out again. My ass clenching and relaxing as he plays his own game of ‘hide the cock’. He is very good at it too, always gets me dripping. Even now as I am writing, my fingers slide around my juicy pussy and circle my clit. God I wish I had a hard cock in my hand now, squeezing the shaft, sliding up and down, over the head, caressing the balls, back again to stroking the shaft.

I can’t take it any more, I need my pussy to be fucked over and over till he shoots into me. I want that warmth that comes from his insides. He pulls me closer as he thrusts and pumps and bangs me until he moans that he is gonna cum. Cum inside me I beg, I don’t want to lose a precious rhythmic moment of what we have created. I feel his hot load fill me as promised, his strokes get slower, more deliberate as my pussy walls milk his cock for more. Exhausted his cock slides out of me and I feel the head near my clit. I rub both against each other as I enjoy the movement. Like a carnival ride slowing to a halt, we stop and regain our composure.

Damn that was good. It always is, ever since that first time. So raw, so easy, so natural. When I am with him, I can always act on my insticts and enjoy total sexual freedom. I am free to lean over, undo his pants again, after he has got himself settled back in his seat and finish his cock off. I suck him clean of our juices and finally swallow his head. Only semi soft can I get that whole thing in my throat and bury my nose in his balls. For now, anyway.

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Did I just hear him correctly? $5 Million? For me? I’m just a simple housewife, a soccer mom. How oculd this be? Trying to comprehend what I am hearing yet still feeling warm from the cum in my mouth and ass from the slut bashing that just occurred. Is this really happenning? Still holding and sucking the last ounce of cum from the cock in my mouth and still thrusting on the cock in my ass – I cannot comprehend what I am hearing or doing. Maybe it is the heroin and xtacy combo that was thrust into my veins. I want more.

Hoping for more cock in my ass, cum dripping over my desperate pussing, a man grabs me and removes me from the auditorium. A woman stands waiting with cleansing items near the shower’s edge. “Spread your legs” with a thick german accent. I do. A large douche is shoved up my cunt washing away any remains of cum. In the shower, I am washed and re-inspected for imperfections that can be removed or covered up. “You are an amazing find. Your sensuality, sexual experience and sheer beauty, we have not seen this in a long time. It is no surprise you came at such high dollar. Just understand that your buyer is merciless. He will break your spirit, so there is no use in showing pride here. Good luck. You are beautiful.” she licks my breasts and rubs my pussy, almost longing for me to react, but I do not. I wait.

I am treated like a queen for the next new hours, manicures, pedicures, facials, hair done by a professional. So relaxing. I am directed to yet another room filled with outfits and directions. An envelope reading “5 Million” waits by some roses, vials of powder and a note that read, “Welcome to your new reality. You will be used for pleasure and if you play nice, you may get to have some fun along the way. See I pay for fun. I own you. If I like what I see then your freedoms will increase. You are mine now, forever, or until I tire of you. I hope you enjoy the roses as I do think you are beautiful and deserve this gift; however, you must earn all future gifts. You have no choice in the matter. I own you. Please wear just a little make-up as I do not like nor appreciate the horror view. Also, please dress in the black formal attire left for you. You are to never wear underwear in my presenct unless directed to do so. I like piercings so please sit back and relax as my artists decorate you as I like. It may help to do a line or two of coke prior to the piercings. It will be painful and this will help speed up the process.”

I look around and there is a man with a case that appears ready to do business. “Are you here to pierce me?”

“And brand you.” he says with a sick smile. Just then two men grab me and hold me down and the Artist takes an object and places into the nearby fireplace. On my upper hip/ass, he places the brand. “FCS” which stands for Fucking Cum Slut.

He says, you will feel better if you do a line of coke. I think about it and ask how, because I have never done a line. “Tap it out and use the razor on the ledge. Form it into a line or two and use the the straw to snort up your nose.” I do as directed, hoping it will ease the fear of what is to come. Make-up is applied, may hair is fixed professionally, I slip into the black, strapless formal gown. I am dircted to the next room where I am greeted by a man in full military uniform, but no uniform I recognize. “You look stunning. I want you to know that I bought you to secure a military contract. You will perform like a true horror here, meeting the demands of every man and woman in the room. This is a small price for me to pay to get what I need. Everyone here knows that this is the place to come to fulfill their darkest fantasies. You will meet them, or die trying. Do you understand your place?”

I nod yes. “Good, then go get a drink and mingle, do nothing else, especially socialize without my direction.” I walk to the bar where a vodka/gingerale is placed in front of me without asking. I guzzle it down. Another one is waiting for me. “Take your time, this can be enjoyable if you let it.” The second one I take and scour the room. As I walk, my bare pussy lips rub together, I feel my juice running down my leg. It must be the injection. Surely the coke doesn’t make you this wet? All eyes appear to be on me. I walk back around to my new master. “What do you want from me? What do you want me to do?” He looks at me with a smirk and says, “go over to the women in the black minidress. Ask if you can lick her pussy. If she says yes, then lick it until she cums.”

I don’t know if it is the coke or alcohol but I do as he says. She has long blonde hair and is a size 0. Her legs are long a sleek. I do as directed. I walk over, slowly, until I make eye contact. We hold a longing gaze. She is beautiful. I walk up to her and caress her thigh. I sense a longing in her gaze. I take her hand and guide her to a back bedroom. She follows without hesitation. I tap out and prepare another line of coke. We each do a line and laugh. I kiss her full pink lips – feeling very sensual. She kisses back. I run my hand through her long blonde hair and she arches her back. I bite her lip as she moans – as if she knows what I want to do to her. Piece by piece we take our clothes off, tops, skirts, dresses, panties bras. both naked and hot. I look around and see this is one of His rooms, toys, whips, cameras, and more than she imagined. I playfully tie down her wrists, then her ankles – her pussy open to the world. I grab a ring gag and place in her mouth, she is confused. I go down and begin licking and sucking her pussy until she is uncontrollably wet. Then I stop and grab a whip and begin slapping her pussy. She cries out, but in a tone that she wants more. I give her more. I strap on a huge dildo and beging slapping it into her wet pussy. She slams back. Who knew a stranger would love so much pussy and cock?

Then a BUZZZ and I was aware again of what was happening. Five men, including my master came into the room. “Thank you for getting things started. You will be rewarded.” I was forced to my knees as his cock was shoved in my mouth. I sucked so hard. Two other men take over where I left off and begin fucking her mercilessly. I continue to suck my master’s cock. It is so fucking huge I gag repeatedly, much to his delight. “Move to the table and bend over. Grab your ass cheeks and spread them. Giani, be ready to shove your cock in her mouth.”

I move to the table and bend over it, my ass in the air. A huge cock began slapping my pussy. “Can you take it? Do you want this in you ass?” All I can think about is how wet my pussy is yet how much I want his cock in my ass. Even though I am tied down, I begin thrusting my pussy and ass as much as the straps will allow. “Are you a slut?” “YES I AM!” “Are you horny?” “YES, PLEASE FUCK ME!” I scream. Just then a huge cock entered my pussy and my mouth. I was sucking and fucking for my life. There were others there but my focus were the two providing the pleasure. Soon, the cocks began feeling full, both in my ass and in my mouth. Suck, pop, slurp, suck, pob, slurp – the sounds of a good blow job. His cock is getting hotter and hotter. I know he’s going to blow but I want to feel it in the back of my throat. Oh, please cum in my mouth, please. suck, slurp, suck, slurp, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmm. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I love the taste of cum. I can’t wait to see what is in store for me next. I may come to love being a sex slave!

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