The stranger was fucking me so hard that i was coming up on my toes again, but the stranger gripped at my shoulders and pulled me down, deeper into his cock. i was their plaything. i could feel myself nearing orgasm again, the searing heat the burnt my body, the electric joy that shot through my spine. i wrapped my head around His neck tightly as it hit, He slipped his meat out, and the stranger stopped thrusting. i felt my cum squirt out. The blinding flash of epiphany flooded my body, showering me with a thousand sparkles of pleasure across every inch of my dark awareness. i heaved my breath out like an animal, bucking into the pleasure. As it passed, i went completely limp.
"Release her arms." He ordered. The stranger pulled out of my burning ass, and untied my wrists. As the first came undone my body sagged down. i just wanted to lie down and sleep. This whole episode felt like it had taken hours. The second released strap released and i collapsed to the ground. i heard the sound of Him jerking off above me. The stranger came and joined him. i knew what i had to do. i was His toy, His plaything. i had to please and service Him.
Disobedience is punished. Submission is rewarded. He is a voracious devil, and i am a servile sycophant.
The End.
Finishing Up
I was not looking forward to work, on that particular day. For about a year, Michelle had headed up our office. It had been a good year. Before her, Big Joe had been our boss. That year sucked. Who would move into the position was anyone's guess, but history would suggest that it would be someone terrible - unqualified and arrogant. Corporate seemed to like that in a boss. Michelle had been an exception. We would soon be back in the realm of the rule.
Michelle, as I said, was a good boss. She pushed us just as hard as Big Joe had, harder in fact. Our numbers proved that Michelle was more than just competent. She had excelled in almost every way. Sadly, it came as no surprise that when Michelle received a job offer from one of our big competitors, corporate made absolutely no effort to keep her. The reward for doing good work, in our company, is being chased away. Politics was more important than profit to corporate. By being excellent, Michelle wasn't being a team player, from their twisted point of view.
In that, they were wrong. Michelle was an excellent team player.
The day progressed in the usual fashion, as though nothing special was underway, as though losing Michelle was just business as usual. After lunch, corporate supplied us with a big white pan cake with the words "Good Luck" splayed out in thick green frosting. Michelle, holding a plate of cake, explained for the hundredth time the wonderful opportunity she was pursuing. I sat with the rest of the guys who actually worked for her, picking at the cake with a plastic fork and feeling slightly sick.
"This sucks," said Dave. The rest of us shook our heads and nodded in negative agreement.
"She should take us with her," said Paul.
"As if," said Tom, his mouth full of cake.
"You know they're going to give her job to Randy."
"Shit."
"I'm not working for Randy."
"Yeah, you are. We're all stuck here."
"Shit."
"She's not only a great boss, but also the finest looking woman who has ever worked here."
"It figures. They gave us just enough good to make us hate our jobs more."
"I'm quitting."
"No you aren't."
"No, I'm not. But I should."
"The next place would be worse. Even with Randy in charge, this is the best you can do."
"Shit."
It was about two o'clock when Michelle called us into her office. The four of us, her guys, filed in and took our usual seats around the table. Normally, this was her procedure when she wanted to bust our balls over some screw-up. She crossed the room to shut the door. Every one of us, as usual, watched her ass move as she passed us. More than anything, I thought, I'm going to miss that ass. Michelle snapped the door shut and then did something she had never done before. She locked it.
"Guys," she said as she walked back across the room and leaned against her desk, "this has been the best year of my life. We've been an incredible team, so good that it made corporate nervous. If I didn't take the job in Massachusetts, they were going to split us up. There was no way I was going to keep working here without you guys. My success depends completely on the work you've done for me. I owe you a lot."
I won't lie. Part of me wanted to bust out in tears. She was the coolest boss I had ever known and life without her was going to suck. Another part of me, however, was fixated on her cleavage, the deep cavern formed between her succulent, pendulous breasts, confined in a frame of tawny lace, peeking out from the gap in her satin shirt. Every morning and afternoon, at least twice a day for about two-hundred and fifty days, I stared at her chest as she spoke. I knew the rhythm of her breath and the subtle motions of her breasts. It was hypnotic and if we worked as well as she suggested we did, under her, I would attribute the effect to the mesmerized state she put us in.
"We're close enough to the end of the day. From this moment on, I am no longer your boss. That said, we have some business that needs to be finished before I go my own way. I hate to leave a job with unanswered question and unfinished business."
I looked at Dave and we looked at Tom and Paul looked at us. It was Friday and our desks were clean. The thought was unspoken and serious - she'd better not spring a last minute project on us now.
"Nothing like that," she said, reading our minds. "You know when we have our morning meeting and I lean over like this ..." Michelle leaned over and put her hands on the table. Her breasts nearly fell out of her shirt. Every one of us gasped.
"When I'm leaning over like this, I know what you're thinking. What do my nipples look like?"
"That's the truth," said Tom.
"When I lean over like this," she said, dropping a pen and bending over to pick it up, "you're thinking 'Is she wearing any panties?"
"Are you?"
"These are questions that need answering. You're my crack team. I know you know how to find the answers. You tell me."
Michelle took hold of the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted the fabric. Just as the first glimpse of tawny pubes curled into view, she said, "I've never worn panties."
Our eyes stared open wide. Low groans erupted. Lips were licked.
She began to unbutton her shirt. "My nipples are fantastic," she said as she pulled down the straps of her bra and reached behind release the cups and prove her point.
"All right, boys," she said, revealed naked before us. "Stand at attention."
She reached for Paul's buckle and expertly unfastened his belt and pants. We instinctively followed suit. As she took Paul's cock in her mouth, three more erect dicks bobbed around her head. One by one, she took sucks of each. After three times around, she lifted her ass and with her eyes directed me to move behind her.
The next thirty minutes were a blur of flesh and throbs. I think the most amazing part, perhaps the most telling aspect, was how well we worked the gangbang together. Everyone knew their place, the proper position, the best angles, the hottest moves. Michelle's moans probably informed the entire office of our efficiency in this final task. Single penetrations were followed by double penetrations. Cocks fought playfully to get into her eager mouth. We made that woman cum and cum and cum.
After she swallowed the last throbbing globs of our appreciation, Michelle began to collect her clothes. We sat back down around the table, exhausted and satiated.
"It's been a pleasure working with you guys. I think we're finished here."
A few minutes later, she was gone. As expected, Randy took over her position. He wasn't as bad as we thought he would be, but we were all agreed. Randy was no Michelle. Not by a long shot.
The End.
The Forth Session
Samantha took the last week to move all the things she would need to her new place with her master. Her lease was up anyway and if things did not workout living with her master she could just find anot
her place. The last week had been fun, getting to know the other side of her master. Chris was actually very sweet when they were not in the dungeon. He made sure Samantha had everything she needed and even purchased all the things she needed around the house. Chris and Samantha had not done anything sexual since the night of their last session. They enjoyed a night together that was far more passionate than their sessions, but Chris told her that if anything develops outside their sessions that it should be slower. Samantha thought this was both funny and sweet, since they were already fucking, but in a way she understood what Chris meant.
Tonight was the night of their fourth session and Samantha was very anxious for what was to come. Before they had even started their sessions, Chris had Samantha make up a list of things she wanted to try. Chris then made a list of suggestions and Samantha picked more things out from there. Samantha was actually shocked that the sessions had not gotten kinkier faster. The list she ended up with after combining what she wrote with the ones Chris suggested was actually quite long. Anal, bondage and spanking were three of the things on the list, and it went on much further. Samantha was anxious as to what new thing they would be trying tonight.
Samantha was sitting on her bed when the knob turned and Chris walked in.
"Get naked and meet me in the dungeon in five minutes," Chris ordered.
"Yes master," Samantha replied.
Chris closed the door, already wearing his dark pants, but also a shirt. Samantha got off her bed and began stripping off her clothes. Samantha was happy with her body, curves in the right places, but tone almost everywhere else. Chris had told her he enjoyed a woman that took care of her body and noted that Sam obviously did.
Sam slid her thong off and threw it on the bed last before turning to her door. She walked out of her room, closed the door behind her and headed for Chris' dungeon. Samantha entered the dungeon and when she saw Chris standing there she noticed he was not alone. Standing next to Chris, in a very similar pair of black pants, was a tall, very in shape and attractive black man. Sam immediately began to get excited, she had never been with a black man before but always thought it would be fun.
"Hello slave, this is my friend Mark he will be another master for you tonight." Chris said with a smile.
With an even bigger smile Mark added "It is wonderful to meet you Slave Samantha."
"You too Master Mark," Sam replied with a smile.
"Slave come here and get in position," Chris ordered her; referring to the piece of furniture he had her in last week.
Sam walked across the room, making sure her breasts swayed to give the guys a little show. She was a little bummed she would not have her master licking her pussy again, but knew that these sessions were for her master or masters tonight. Sam moved onto the piece of furniture that had her in the doggy position and Chris strapped her in by her wrists ankles. Mark watched as his friend strapped this gorgeous, submissive girl in. Mark always had a thing for white girls and this one that Chris was dominating was something else. Her ass was wonderful with the perfect amount of bubble, but toned. Her breasts were great for her frame, not too big and not too small.
"Now Mark why don't you show her what she will be dealing with in addition to me tonight," Chris suggested to his friend.
"Oh you got it," Mark replied with a smile reaching for the button on his pants.
Mark unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, a very obvious bulge appearing in his boxers. Sam could not believe her eyes when she saw that big bulge. Mark lowered his boxers next and Sam was greeted with a view of one of the sexiest cocks she had ever seen. Mark's cock was smooth, long and thick. He was bigger than Chris and that was saying something because Chris was not small. Sam figured it had to be around nine inches whereas Chris' was around eight. Not only was it longer though it was thicker too. While Sam was eyeing the massive cock before her she barely noticed that Chris had moved behind her and slid his finger along her wet pussy.
"I think she likes it Mark," Chris says feeling Sam's dripping pussy.
"Good because she is going to get it," Mark said looking down at Sam. "Why don't you open that pretty mouth of yours," Mark said to Sam.
"Yes master," Sam said leaving her mouth open.
"Oh she is good," Mark said moving his cock into Sam's mouth after kicking his clothes to the side.
"Yes she is," Chris said as he walked to his drawers.
Sam was able to fit a few inches of Mark's cock into her mouth, but had to work hard as he slid it back and forth.
"Don't worry about taking it all girl, I will train that mouth." Mark said as Sam worked hard to please his cock.
Sam relaxed a little working even harder to take in Mark's large cock. Chris came back over to the two and turned on a small vibrator, placing it against Sam's clit. Sam almost jumped as pleasure began to radiate from her clit, and she began to moan on Mark's cock.
"Mmm I love when a girl moans on my cock," Mark said.
Sam would have smiled if her mouth wasn't full and began to moan around Mark's cock, while she worked her tongue on the underside of his cock.
"Mmm she is eager to please," Mark said with a smile to Chris.
"Yes she is," Chris said, keeping the vibrator in place.
Sam could not help but moan as she sucked the cock in her mouth and her master got her wet with the vibrator. Two men at once was definitely on that list and she was glad it was. Chris kept the vibrator going but also slowly slipped a finger into Sam's wet pussy. Sam was enjoying the penetration at both ends even though her pussy only had Chris' finger. Sam felt herself getting built up and built up, and wanted her pussy filled so badly.
"Mmm master please fuck me," Sam moaned out, taking her mouth off Mark's cock for a second.
Chris looked up at Mark as he asked "did I tell you to stop sucking my cock slut?"
"No master, I am sorry master." Sam replied.
"That's okay now I get to punish you," Mark said, slipping his cock away from Sam.
Sam got a little nervous as Mark walked behind her. She had been so good since her last mistake and now Mark was going to show her who was boss. Sam felt both of Mark's strong hands on her ass cheeks and in a second felt one move back and slap back down. Sam let out a muffled whimper as Mark's hand came down. Before she could think much more his other hand came down on her other ass cheek. Sam began to moan and whimper as Mark started to spank each of her ass cheeks one by one. Sam could slowly feel her ass beginning to sting as the spanking went on. Mark was getting a lot of joy from seeing Sam's hot ass jiggle. When it was nice and red he stopped, pulling his hands away.
"Now your master and I had a little bet slave," Mark began to say. "I bet him that if you required me to punish you that I would get to decide everything that happens," Mark went on.
Panic hit Sam when she realized that not only was she getting punished but that in a way her master was too, and he would not be happy with her for that. Sam was right that Chris was not happy he lost the bet, but the stakes would have been worth it had he won.
"Now Chris likes the bondage but I have something different in mind for you little slave," Mark told Sam giving her a playful slap on the butt as he started to undo her bondage.
While Sam enjoyed the bondage, she thought it would be nice to have a session where she wasn't so secured.
"I prefer a different method of control," Mark said as he rummaged through a drawer. "You may get off that slave," Mark said as he continued to look.
"Thank you master," Sam said as she got off the piece of furniture and stood up.
Mark found what he was looking for and as he turned his hard naked body around, Sam saw that he was holding a collar with the word "slut" on it and a leash. Leash and collar play had been on the list too and Sam got even more excited. Mark walked over to her and slid the leash on making sure it was tight on her neck, but not too tight. Sam watched as Mark clipped the leash to her collar and began to walk over to the chair where Sam had her pussy eaten by her master.
This time though Mark sat in the chair and tugged on Sam's leash.
"Kneel in front of me slave," Mark ordered.
Sam obeyed, moving in front of her newer master and bending down to her knees.
"Chris has done so well training you; it is too bad I will be getting to enjoy you completely tonight." Mark said with a smile.
Chris turned to leave knowing that Mark would take full advantage of the situation.
"Oh no Chris you get to stay and watch it will just make you want to punish her more later on." Mark told Chris.
Chris turned back around, expecting that as well. Sam got a little nervous as she already knew her master would not be happy with her later. Mark turned his attention back to Sam, as Chris was now rooted to the spot where he stood. Mark's cock had gotten semi-hard through the whole talking session and was ready to remedy that.
"Slave suck your master's cock," Mark ordered with a small tug of the leash.
Sam rose herself up a little higher and slid her tongue over Mark's large, bulging cock. No matter how much Sam enjoyed her time with Chris, she really was enjoying Mark. Slowly she took the head of his cock into her mouth, and slid it back and forth. Sam enjoyed sucking cock and always made sure that the guy she was with knew it. Her lips moved slowly and her tongue slid up and down the underside of Mark's thick, long cock.
"Your slave has such a talented mouth Chris; you should not have been so liberal betting her like you did." Mark said, taunting Chris.
Chris didn't really mind the taunting, it was common amongst dominant men and he was planning to share Sam anyway.
"Well if you aren't going to use your mouth to talk why don't you get under you slave and get her pussy nice and ready for me." Mark said to Chris.
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