Slave Erotica Volume 2

by Charlie Buxton

  Within a couple of weeks, we got our business plans in place and ran online internet ads looking for "hot, fresh talent" for a new adult video company. In the first 24 hours we were slammed with over 300 applications. Although we had kept the physical requirements to a minimum as a way to bring in a variety of types, some people were clearly not what we were looking for. One guy was, according to his application, 76 years old and had hair that was dyed jet black and styled in a very bad disco combover. One 32-year old woman applied who couldn't have weighed 100 pounds soaking wet and looked more like a chicken than the next new porn star! But we saw a lot of pictures and applications that looked good enough to bring in for an initial interview.

  The first man we auditioned, Mike, was just over 40 years old. A couple of inches over six feet with broad shoulders, he had that "been around the block" look that women love. Light brown, wavy hair just a little bit too long with a few sprinkles of gray woven through. His eyes were a startling blue-green and had very sexy crinkles in the corners. He came in wearing perfectly fitting jeans and a faded gray t-shirt that showed off his well-maintained body. After asking him a few preliminary questions about why he was interested in becoming a porn actor, Jackson leaned close to me and instructed me to have Mike undress so we could see if he had all the goods.

  Very professionally, I said, "Mike, we need you to disrobe so that we can see how you will look when you are naked on camera." He looked directly at me then flashed a killer smile as he pulled off his shirt and threw it on the chair next to him. Then he took a step forward, unbuttoned his jeans, and casually pulled them off his long lean legs. It was no surprise to discover that he wasn't wearing underwear but it was a bit of a surprise to see how hard his cock was. It was about seven inches long, and of average thickness, and stood straight up above a pair of heavy balls about the size of lemons. The tip was shiny with pre-cum and, as he held his cock in his hand, he casually rubbed the gleaming liquid over the head of his shaft.

  I glanced at my Dom and saw him watching my reaction with a gleam in his eye. He knew my weakness for pre-cum and how much I enjoyed sucking cocks, and I could tell he wanted to see how hard it would be for me to maintain my composure. He instructed me to go over to Mike, and feel his cock. I was also to test the weight of his balls, and with the tip of my tongue, take one single "taste test" of his pre-cum. As I walked over to him, Mike began actively stroking his cock, nice and easy, encouraging even more cream to dribble from his cock slit. I placed my hand on the one he had wrapped around his cock and said, "I believe your hand is preventing me from doing my job."

  Mike answered quietly, "My apologies. I didn't mean to interfere with your duties," in a tone that left no doubt as to what he hoped that duty would be.

  I held his stiff, hard cock in my hand, testing the weight and feel of it as it lay across my palm. While looking him in the eye, I leaned down with my other hand, and took hold of one of his balls. It was heavy and full, and shaved very smooth. A gentle squeeze produced a quiet moan and I could feel his cock twitch in response. I glanced at the table where Jackson sat watching and I could see that he was very pleased with how I was maintaining my composure. I then leaned over and, with very deliberate care, slowly gave the underside of Mike's now throbbing cock a long, warm stroke with my tongue and ended by lapping up all of the rather large amount of pre-cum that was dripping from his shaft. It was warm and sweet and sticky and tasted wonderful. I savored the flavor of Mike's cream for a moment, then stood up and calmly walked back to the audition table and sat next to my Dom.

  Jackson was beaming with pleasure at my obedience and when I sat down, he ordered me to spread my legs so Mike could see my pussy underneath the table. Naturally, I did as I was told and the cool air of the room brushed against my very hot and wet pussy.

  "You obviously have the kind of look we've been seeking," Jackson said as he reached over and began lightly rubbing my clit. "Just the right blend of model good looks and guy next door roughness. But do you think you could perform with people watching you?"

  It became harder and harder to focus as Jackson's attention to my clit became more intense. "I'd be more than happy to demonstrate if that would help seal the deal," Mike said as he watched what was happening between my legs. By that time, I was barely aware of what was being said, and Jackson reached over, stood me up, and had me bend over the table. He spread my legs as wide as they could go, and motioned for Mike to come over. Mike's cock barely moved as he walked in front of me, then behind me to see what Jackson wished to show him.

  "Do you see that pussy?" Jackson asked. "It belongs to me. But it is also the finest pussy I've ever owned. It is always ready to be fucked and never disappoints me. She won't cum until I tell her no matter how badly she needs to. And when she does, you can feel it all the way down to your balls."

  Mike listened intently as Jackson spoke. I could feel how close he was standing next to my body and shivered every time my Sir gently stroked my ass like his most precious possession.

  "What I really enjoy is watching her being brought to the edge of orgasm by another man and instructing her to wait for my command before cumming. But in order for that to happen, the other man has to be able to stay nice and hard while he's fucking her for as long as I say. Do you think you can do that, Mike?"

  "I have no doubt."

  "Then I suggest you prove it."

  Jackson brought his chair around so he could sit quite close. Mike stood behind me and just placed his hands on my ass, squeezing and gently spanking my white ass cheeks. He moved a bit closer and I could feel the tip of his cock pressed lightly against my very swollen and sensitive pussy lips. I involuntarily pushed back, wanting to fill my aching pussy with his cock.

  "That will cost you, my dear," Jackson said as he chuckled at my discomfort. "Yes, sir," I replied and focused on keeping still. Mike slowly pushed the head of his cock into my pussy and stopped as I waited for more. Then he pulled out and pushed back in again, slowly and deliberately, going no further that the big fat tip of his shaft. I kept hoping that each push into my pussy would be a complete one but instead he merely increased my need to be fucked even more. After a couple of minutes of this incredible torture, Jackson said, "Why don't you try going all the way in and see what happens."

  On the next stroke, Mike pushed his prick completely inside me, hard and fast, taking my breath away and pushing me very close to cummimg. I moaned with pleasure at finally having my pussy filled with a nice, hard cock, and waited for him to begin fucking me in earnest. I was so close to orgasm that I knew it would take all my efforts to make sure I only came when told to do so.

  As I was trying very hard to keep from fucking Mike's cock on my own, Jackson came around in front of me and unzipped his trousers. I smiled as I saw his beautiful hard cock come out, dripping with pre-cum, and ready to be sucked. I happily opened my lips and he pushed the entire length of his cock into my mouth. I was filled with cock at both ends.

  As he began fucking my face, Jackson said to Mike, "Go ahead and fuck her as hard as you want keeping in mind that you can't cum until she does. And she can't cum until I say so."

  "Not a problem," said Mike, and his cock began pumping my pussy with the same rhythm that Jackson was fucking my mouth. My whole body gave into the feeling of being fucked and used for my Dom's pleasure as both cocks moved in and out of my body in tandem. Mike's long, hard dick filling my pussy, Jackson's perfectly sized cock filling my mouth. My head went completely into subspace and all I could hear was the voice of my Dom as he encouraged me to be his sexy slut and to suck even harder on his nice, big cock as Mike's prick pounded in and out of my hot, wet slit. Twice I came very close to cumming and after denying my request to cum, Jackson instructed Mike to slow down and pull back, only to have him increase his speed and intensity a few minutes later.

  I don't know how much longer Mike and Jackson fucked my body but I didn't think I could hold off cumming again. I was too horny and aching to cum for me to cont
rol it for much longer. Fortunately, Jackson was ready to bring the audition to an end, and he said, "Get ready to fill her pussy full of jizz, Mike, because I'm about ready to fill her mouth with one big load." Mike's pace increased and I could tell that he was definitely ready to cum inside me. Jackson pushed his cock as far into my mouth as it would go and called out, "Cum now, my little slut! Cum all over Mike's big cock for your Dom!" My body let go as Mike emptied his balls into my body and Jackson began squirting a huge load into my mouth. Both my pussy and my mouth were being blessed with nice big loads of cum cream.

  A few minutes later, Jackson bent over and kissed me, stroking my hair as I lay exhausted on the table, while Mike was putting his clothes back on. "How do you think the audition went?" I asked.

  Jackson laughed and said, "I think it was great but you better go get something to drink and fix your make-up. Our next audition is in 20 minutes and she claims she loves to eat pussy......"

  Sadist In The Street

  It was a Friday afternoon as I watched her move in.

  Little did I know this event would cause such a massive change to my life.

  The house had been up for sale for months and rarely did anyone even come to see it. I had guessed it was priced too high, but who knows.

  I watched from the upstairs bedroom window as the movers brought in her stuff.

  There was the usual, sofa's, chairs, tables, dressers, and tons and tons of boxes; there was also some unusual pieces of furniture such as a padded leather table, and a large wooden cross, not to mention the gynecological table.

  She was quite attractive, and appeared to be in her mid forties. She ordered the movers around like a General on a battle field. It was late in the afternoon when they appeared to be finishing up, and I decided to venture out and introduce myself to my new neighbor.

  I grabbed a couple cold beers from the fridge and walked over.

  "Hi? I'm Pete your neighbor." I said cheerfully offering her a beer.

  "High I'm Sophia" She replied eying the beer, "I don't drink beer, why don't you go and get me a bottle of red wine, when you get back you can be my slave and help me begin to unpack?"

  "Sure!" I replied, "Don't think I've even been someone's slave, this could be interesting!"

  "Oh I am sure it will be more than interesting" She replied with a smile.

  I didn't quite know how to take that last comment...I just let it go. "See you shortly." I turned and trotted back to my house, grabbed my keys and drove up to Spec's.

  The trip took about 30 minutes. When I returned the moving truck was gone. I parked my car threw my keys into my living room grabbed two wine glasses from my kitchen and bottle opener and then headed back over to her house. I knocked on the door and waited.

  There was no answer.

  I knocked again this time harder..and the door opened a crack.

  I decided she was busy upstairs and didn't hear me knocking, so I let myself in and called loudly..

  "Hello? Sohia. Anyone home?"

  "Up stairs, slave!" Came the answer, "I'll be right down."

  I closed the front door and waited.

  I was standing in the foyer, to my right was the formal living room, straight ahead was the main living room and the stairs leading to the three bedrooms upstairs. The master bedroom was off to the left, the kitchen to the right. I slowly walked into the living room, as she was coming down the stairs.

  She was wearing a sun dress, obviously braless (I tried not to be too obvious about noticing), and bare foot.

  "Have you unpacked the wine glasses?" I asked.

  "No, I would hope my new slave would have thought of that before coming back! If not he deserves a beating!" She replied.

  "Well lucky for me he did!" I laughed, noting her slave comment again, her mentioning a beating caused me to begin to get aroused. I don't really know why.

  "Well get the wine open I'm exhausted!" she said.

  I entered the kitchen and opened the wine bottle and poured her a glass, then began pouring one for myself.

  "Did I give you permission to drink wine?" She asked. "If your going to be my slave you had better start behaving properly..otherwise I'll be forced to strip you and punish you!" she said matter of factly.

  "Oh, I'm sorry master" I laughed playing along.

  "That's Mistress, slave...Do I look like a man?"

  "No, you most certainly don't! My sincere apology, Mistress." I said bowing.

  "May I join you in a glass, My Mistress?" I asked.

  "No, not just yet. First I want you to unpack a few boxes."

  "Yes Madame, as you wish. Which would you like me to begin with?" I said playing along.

  "The kitchen boxes, slave" She replied taking another sip of wine.

  I flipped out my picked knife and cut the tape on the nearest box and opened it up; it was full of glasses.

  "Put those in the upper cabinet to the left of the sink." She commanded.

  She sat in the chair as I began unpacking the box and loading up the cabinet. My eyes kept returning to her, there was some lure to my eyes on this woman. I was very much attracted to her, and soon found myself getting more and more aroused.

  "I'll be right back, slave, you keep working."

  "Okay."

  "No! That is Yes Mistress!" She said angrily.

  "Yes Mistress." I replied instantly, and again my arousal took a jump.

  She turned and left the kitchen carrying her wine glass, as my eyes followed her, her dress flowing about her beautiful bottom, it was then I felt my cock throb in my pants.

  "Geese!" I sighed , "What's wrong with you?" I mumbled as I pushed my hard penis down towards my knees, trying to get it under control.

  I finished the box of glasses and opened another, this one full of coffee mugs, and began adding them to the cabinet, trying to ignore my 'other' brain.

  "Having difficulty?" I heard her ask from behind me.

  "No, Mistress." I replied.

  "I'm not referring to the mugs." she replied. "It seems your wayward penis has a mind of its own...I think it likes you being my slave!" She said with a smile on her face.

  My penis answered for me, by throbbing noticeably again in my jeans. "I think it does." I admitted blushing a dark red.

  "My. My what ever am I going to do with you, slave?"

  "I don't know, Mistress. What do you suggest?" I replied still embarrassed beyond belief.

  "If I knew you better I know exactly what I would do to you, but I'll save that for another time, for now I'll give you a glass of wine and order you to sit on the floor before me. Lets talk." She replied.

  "Thank you, Mistress." I meekly replied as I sat on the floor before her.

  "So, Slave, have you ever dabbled in S/m?" She asked handing me a glass of wine.

  "No. Never. I mean I know what it is, from TV an all, but I've never..." my face flushed again red.

  "Well, don't believe what you see on TV...that has NOTHING to do with the real thing." She said taking a sip of wine.

  "Never fantasized about S/m? Ever masturbated thinking of S/m?" She continued her questions.

  "No! Honest!" I blurted out, my cock was throbbing wildly in my pants.

  "Somehow I think you are lying." She smiled at me moving her eyes to tented pants.

  I looked down at my throbbing crotch..as her hand connected with the left side of my face in a loud smack!

  "Don't lie to me Slave!" She commanded angrily.

  "Yes." I admitted completely humiliated. "I've bought magazines and surf the web looking at S/m porn all the time." I admitted to her.

  "That's better." She replied.

  "Have you ever seen a Mistress in person?"

  "No Mistress....you are my first." I replied sheepishly.

  "Do you have a wife or girlfriend?"

  "No Mistress"

  "Just you, and your right hand, and internet porn?" She said.

  "Yes Mistress"

  "Do you want me to BE your Mistress?" She asked
.

  I looked up into her eyes.."Yes!" I said, my penis in agreement throbbed wildly in my pants.

  "I will consider you a candidate for my stable." She replied. "You will have to prove your worth, before I accept you, and collar you."

  "Thank You, Mistress" I replied.

  "You will no longer be allowed to masturbate, unless I expressly tell you!" She said.