Chris thought a moment and then figured what the hell, moving over to the two of them. Sam was so excited that she was going to get some attention from her master. Chris lowered himself down and slid under Sam's body. Sam lifted up a little more, allowing Chris more room. Chris rested his hands on his slave's sexy butt as he began to lick along her wet pussy. Sam moaned around Mark's bulging cock, bringing a moan to Mark's lips.
"Oh yeah get your slave to moan on my cock," Mark said down to Chris.
Chris kept his tongue going on Sam's pussy, enjoying the sweetness. Mark let his free hand run through Sam's hair as his other hand kept a tight hold on the leash. Mark pushed Sam's mouth down his cock, it beginning to put pressure on her throat. Sam's eyes began to tear up slightly as the massive meat in her mouth began to try and gain entrance to her throat. Sam gagged and Mark pulled his cock back.
"Looks like we will have to work on that throat more another time, but for now let's see if that pussy can take my cock." Mark said, pulling Sam's mouth of his cock.
Chris slid out from under Sam as she stood up in front of Mark. Mark put his hands on her waist and spun her around to face Chris as he stood up.
"You are going to give your master a little show slave," Mark said to Sam.
Mark helped Sam maneuver herself onto the chair, Mark's cock inches from her glistening pussy. Chris watched as Mark's cock was only inches from penetrating his slave and was happy to see her so obedient. Mark had Sam rest her feet on the armrests of the chair, as he kept hold of her by her hips.
"You have such a hot body slave," Mark said checking out his current toy.
"Thank you master," Sam replied, knowing that the massive cock below her was only inches from filling her tight, wet pussy.
"You are very welcome, but it is time for me to stretch that sweet pussy of yours." Mark said, slowly moving Sam's body down towards his cock.
Sam could feel the head of Mark's cock pressing against her wet entrance. Her master had done a great job at getting her so wet so quickly. Mark's hands slid down to her ass, cupping her cheeks. Sam enjoyed the feeling of his strong hands on her ass and it added to her excitement as the tip of Mark's cock began to slide into her.
"Mmm that pussy is so tight," Mark moaned, as the tip of his cock moved into Sam's tight, wet pussy.
Sam bit her bottom lip as the large cock entered her. Mark eased her down slowly, his grip firm on her ass. The tip was all the way inside her and that shaft was beginning to follow. Sam could not believe how big Mark's cock was, much bigger than any she had ever had fuck her before.
"This pussy is going to be nice and loose when I am done with it," Mark said to both Chris and Sam.
Sam could not wait to feel him stretch her pussy and Chris could only watch as Sam's pussy drooled onto Mark's cock. Mark had almost half his cock inside Sam and she could not be happier. The slow, drawn out insertion was making her want Mark's cock even more.
"Please fuck me master," Sam moaned out.
Mark had been waiting for this and could not be happier to oblige. Without a word he used his hips to slide his cock all the way into Sam.
"Mmm yes," Sam moaned out as she was completely penetrated.
"You like that black cock slut?" Mark asked his slave.
"Yes mmmaster," Sam moaned out.
Mark lowered his hips, but pulled Sam down with him. Chris watched as his slave had pleasure written all over her face. Mark began to use his hands to slowly bounce Sam on his cock. Sam had never felt like this before. Her body was being totally controlled by Mark, and he just bounced her on his cock. Sam's hands were rested behind her on Mark's shoulders, but Mark had another idea. Mark slid Sam down onto his cock and used the stability to grab the leash and bind Sam's hands behind her back. Sam was now totally at Mark's mercy as he returned to bouncing her on his cock.
"You want to feel how a real fucking feel slave?" Mark asked.
"Mmm yes please master," Sam replied.
Mark made sure he was in a good position and began to slam Sam down on his cock, while also thrusting up. Sam leaned her head back and moaned hard as her pussy was fucked hard by Mark's massive cock. Chris watched as his friend's thick cock fucked his slave deeply. Chris always enjoyed watching Mark dominate since their styles were so different. Chris' cock even began to stir a little bit as he watched. He knew he would punish Sam for causing him to lose his bet, but after this fucking he knew he would add it to their next session.
"Mmm take that cock slut," Mark moaned out, as he fucked Sam deep.
"Mmm master yes mmm yes," Sam moaned out as she was fucked hard.
Sam loved being used as a toy for her black, stud of a master. She opened her eyes and locked eyes with Chris. Chris looked back at his slave and saw pleasure etched all over her face. Sam smiled at him and bit her bottom lip.
"Mmm I want your cum master," Sam moaned out as she was fucked, never looking away from Chris.
"Mmm I bet you do slave," Mark moaned. "You better ready to be filled slut," Mark told Sam.
"I am master mmm please fill me," Sam moaned out to her master.
Mark cold not take it anymore as his slave was such a willing slut. Mark pulled Sam down hard and came deeply into her used pussy. Sam's eyes rolled back as she felt Mark's warm cum fill her pussy.
"Mmm ah yeah slut, feel that cum in your pussy." Mark moaned out.
"Oh master mmm feels so good," Sam moaned out.
Mark held his slut in place for a moment before allowing her to step off the chair. Sam felt their mixture of juices leaking down her legs as she got off her master's drenched cock. Sweat was dripping down Sam's body as she looked at Chris.
"Go shower slave, we will talk about your punishment later." Chris said to Sam.
"Thank you master," Sam said walking out of the dungeon.
"How was that?" Mark asked.
"Very good man, I think she really enjoyed it." Chris replied.
"Yeah she seemed to; it is good to mix up different styles of domination." Mark said to Chris.
"Yeah, would be glad to make you our guest for any future group activities." Chris said to his friend.
"I would enjoy that, you have an awesome slave there man." Mark said.
"Yeah she really is great, just hope next time we share." Chris said with a smile.
"Don't make silly bets," Mark said with a laugh.
"I will be sure to avoid betting in the future," Chris said still smiling.
"Ha ha hey I would be happy to use her myself again, but you know I don't mind a double fuck." Mark said.
"I know and thanks for doing this, we will talk soon." Chris said extending his hand to Mark.
"Damn right we will with your hot slave living here now," Mark said shaking Chris' hand.
"See you later man," Chris said to Mark.
"You got it bud," Mark said leaving the dungeon.
The End.
A Night With My Boss
I had arranged to attend a meeting that morning. It had been a while since I had actually been to work, and what I needed to do was make some contacts in person. My husband away in Newcastle and my mother staying at my house to keep my children occupied gave me that great opportunity. Easter had just been and gone over the past weekend and it had been a quiet peaceful one, all female, without my husband around. It allowed some bonding from grandmother through to granddaughter like some ritual family ceremony, passing on old and new ideas from a five year olds nursery talk to what life was like for someone growing up in the sixties and seventies. It was enjoyable, but after a while it became boring when there was work to be done.
That morning was awful. I had to choose a day when it was supposed to be springtime. Instead, the weather was like mid winter with never ending hail and thunder storms. Driving was a little chaotic too with the hail staying frozen on the road and the local radio presenter telling us all to take care, as if that was not so blatantly obvious.
It took just over twenty-five minutes to drive into the busy
city of Manchester and the newly built modern factory premises where I worked. I was greeted by most of the staff and it became clear that most of them had missed my presence there throughout March, a time I could take it easy and await the results of my previous months of work there. It had not been easy gaining the confidence of workers and managers alike that had hired my services. However, I had been successful and credit where it was due, so had they.
During my time there over the months, they had given me a small office that I had to share with a clerk. Her name was Janice and the same age group has me. The only difference was, she was single and had no children, coming to terms with her situation of not being able to find a regular boy friend to make into a partner. She still lived at home with her parents, unable to break free. She failed miserably at further education and with what knowledge she had, was able to keep her job in the factory. It was not too difficult to realise why she had social mixing problems. Janice was on the large size and very bubbly in her personality. One would be tempted to say, loud and ebullient. Her greeting hug was almost crushing, but atleast pleasant all the same.
The first things handed to me were a stack of snail mail envelopes, most of which I had already dealt with on the internet. Then an offer of a cream egg, of which Janice was tucking into. She had a relative that gave her endless supplies of candy and confectionary which was probably the reason for her weight problem over the years. I loved chocolate too, in healthy moderation, and kindly refused reluctantly, having had my cereal breakfast earlier. I asked how things had been; opening up to possible sets of answers, her life and what had been happening at work in general from her point of view. Janice was a good source of information if you needed to know the nitty gritty that people tended to hide. Her job may have been simple day to day routine, but she had valuable ears.
I prepared for my summary meeting with Hadrian, the man who hired me. He was very rarely at the factory unless things were important, so I considered myself lucky to have chosen that day to go in. He needed to be given some facts, although I knew he was not interested as long as things ran smoothly. Many people from workers to management feared him, because he was simply seen as the 'owner', managing director. To me, he was just the man I was helping to rescue the business. With very little temper at times, he was the man who would upset customers and suppliers alike, and I would be the one they ran to for my consolation. A man who thought he had power over his kingdom, but unfortunately in his case, his kingdom was failing miserably by the time I was hired. Now things were changing for the better. Instead of rumours of closure, there were celebrations of new long term contracts that would ensure work for a long time to come, if things continued to improve.
Trevor entered the office and greeted me. He was a flirt and I could tell what his secret fantasies about me were. That sly slip to my buttocks with one hand during his hug was just one single motion away from a grip that would only step over the line of common civility. I noticed how the pupils of his eyes opened wider whenever he looked at me. Mine must have done too. Because Trevor was not a man I would turn down if the offer was there and I was available. I too had fantasies about him, despite his despicable attitude.
Janice made coffee for all three of us while I printed off my summary. "We've missed you Sie, haven't we Jan?" Trevor commented, spinning around in my chair. "I've been coming in here every day picking up your energy you left behind in this chair. Getting empowered." I took his comment very dimly, a sick joke that I was prepared to ignore. Janice too thought he was being stupid. I clipped the sheets of paper together very calmly and placed the summary before him on the desk. "The big guy is here today." He smiled. He looked at the document and continued. "I suppose you are here to take him to lunch and..."
"And what?" I asked. It was clear that the summary document was something he himself was supposed to deal with. But, he was still on his learning curve as engineering manager and I felt much better if I dealt with it.
"Well? This is for you." I said. "Go into Hadrian's office and sort it out with him. It's your job. You did say you were empowered didn't you?"
He changed his attitude immediately, thinking I was serious. He picked up the summary, sat back in my chair and shuffled through the pages. He should know it from back to front and be able to answer any questions Hadrian might just query. The problem was, Trevor was an excellent machine engineer on the factory floor. I could not fault his abilities. However, dealing with higher ranks would still be a disaster. He had no confidence for dealing with those situations, yet. This single man who confessed to being a virgin for whatever reasons tried to bully me. If it was left to me and the right circumstances, he would not be a virgin for long.
The rest of my year would be spent training managers to build up their confidence. Trevor was always showing me that he already had confidence. Unfortunately his confidence was flirting and not following it though. Janice had herself been victim to his touchy feely advances and he had won her over, only to let her down on a date. It was hard to make out what made him tick sexually. To me, he was recovering slowly from some disaster in his past sex life that had made him a bully and flirt towards women in general. If only I could give him therapy. My night with someone like Trevor would be unforgettable for both of us. He would have no choice but to fuck for England.
Lunch time was close and Hadrian was free. To talk or discuss things with him, one had to go to lunch in the city centre. It was the way he did business. And, it was easy to get him to do that, because he liked to be seen with someone pretty in tow. It boosted his masculinity in public and amongst friends. He was a true 'dumb' alpha male. What they say about blonde women, I can very easily make comparisons to all alpha males. They are basically thick in the head and partly brainless in my opinion and poor Hadrian was no exception.
The luncheon bar was always the same one. There were legal staff and even judges from the courts next door. He enjoyed mixing with the elite. Yet over the months that I had gotten to know him, he had almost come from nothing like me. I even doubted his claimed educational past. He was the son of the factory owner, which at the time of being established was a very small business in the seventies that was lucky to have survived and expanded into the eighties.
Lunch was light. We both had egg salad and just spring water. Hadrian was not a daytime wine drinker because of driving and his claims to upsetting his digestion. I explained my summary to him at the table and just has I expected, he seemed to take very little interest. It was my job and the only answer I needed at the end of the day was 'go ahead' and his signature of approval dated and signed. The document had now become my way forward in the next stages of my work.
"Can I ask you something?" he said, looking at me with a smile. I told him yes. "You don't look very happy to me. Something troubling you perhaps?" All I could do was think whilst putting my documents in my neat leather folder. "No, come on out with it. I've seen you much happier than this Sienna." His hand reached across the table and took mine. "Let me help you. You've helped me enough with what you have done so far. If you are having problems I want you to tell me about them."
I was feeling down, but fighting it in my usual way. He leaned on the table and took my hand now in both of his. He had a sincere look on his face, not one of intention to chat down my panties or something. I could sense that father figure, as if he was my Dad. "Let me offer you some time to chill at my expense. Tell me what you need to help you feel better atleast." It was more time away from work which would not be very appropriate for any of us. And, I was not prepared to reveal my problems to him. They were stupid.
"Look, Hadrian, really I am fine. Honestly." I replied.
"No you're not. I can tell. I have six daughters. Two your age. And I know when they are having relationship or domestic problems. Even their sexual frustration." His words surprised me. Could a father detect his daughter's sexual frustrations, really? It made me smile. I felt him stroke my knuckle gently with his thumb and thought to myself, was thi
s something I had psychologically discovered about 'alpha males' in their mid fifties, again, just like my Dad. I began to laugh. "See, already I'm making you happy."
"I just found what you said funny that's all."
"Listen. Let us go back to the factory you and I and collect up our things..." I began to listen with more intent has his conversation was bordering on proposition. "We can use your car so that you can get home. I will get someone to pick mine up..."
"Wait." I stopped him. "Get to the point Hadrian. Please spare me that. Where do you and I intend going?"
"My lodge in Cheshire. You'll enjoy it there for just one night only."
"And what will we do in that one night only, if I may ask?"
"Talk. Have drinks by a real fireside. It isn't often I invite people there. I think you will like it. Six months ago I was going to put it on the market, knowing I might not afford to keep it. Now I can and you helped make that possible. I might even let you and your husband buy it if you like. It's in beautiful surroundings, not far from local farms that will supply endless amounts of fresh milk for free."
I just wondered about this 'talk by the fireside' part. The sales pitch did not impress me. Besides, my husband, children and I were quite happy where we were. This man I had only talked business with so far had broken the ice and became sociable with me. I admit, alpha male or not, he was beginning to impress me. I felt as if I needed to know more about him out of personal interest. My mother was at home with my children having fun, so why not me? It would be different somehow, unexpected.
New arrangements had to be made. Mum would need my car to transport my children around the following morning so I had to go home as usual and make plans. Hadrian had arranged to collect me from a local public bar at eight thirty that evening. For once, Mum realised that I needed desperately to get out. She gave me the usual lectures about my husband being away and that I was not to do anything that would cause further upset between us. I had a chance to 'escape' and that was what I needed. The risk was not my relationship with my beloved, but letting Mum know where I was going to be for the next twelve hours or more. My phone would be the only communication, and if either of us needed each other, the phone would be the only contact.
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