"I need you to lick just behind my balls while I come on you, little treasure. Do you think you can do that?"
I shifted my other hand back to her clit. I hadn't been giving it as much attention since I started fisting her.
"Mmmm....Yes. Yes, Daddy. Please. Let me eat your ass." He kissed her on the forehead, with all the tender sweetness in the world. I circled her sensitivity, and she gasped.
Then, Master Victor was on the table, straddling her face.
He faced me now, his proud cock pointing at the sky. Slowly, he lowered himself backwards onto her face. She murmured happily as she started rimming him.
Keeping his eyes directly upon me, Master Victor began to stroke his cock.
I loved watching him.
He was like a Greek god. Master Victor took very good care of himself, and it showed. As he straddled her face, he kept his eyes squarely upon mine, and started stroking his cock.
"Fuck her, ‘Tasia. Make her come while she eats me."
"Yes, Daddy." I began vigorously fucking her with my fist, and she started to wail. Leaning forward, I gently licked her pulsing desire, keeping my blue eyes focused upon his face the entire time.
"Oh, fuck. That's a good girl," he said. Kira seemed to agree. She pushed herself against me, whining as she ate him. I felt her spasm around me as I tongued her. Juice ran freely from her, and I gave her my tongue.
It was wonderful. I loved the way she tasted. Usually, I could get lost in a woman's folds, finding secret roads there, all perfumed with their musk. Now, however, I was up to my forearm in her, rocking my entire body back and forth as my tongue danced upon her. Her wailing became louder and higher pitched. I could feel her rhythmic spasms; she would certainly come soon.
I looked up at Master Victor. His eyes were glazed as he slowly stroked his thick cock.
"Do you want her to come while she eats you, Daddy?"
He smiled at me. "No. I want her mouth to be free so we can hear the delicious things she says."
“Then I should slow down, Daddy. I can feel her." Awe laced my voice as I felt another series of tremors. “I can feel how close she is. She won't last long."
"Slow for a moment, then." He reached backwards with his left hand, and buried it in her hair. He held her there.
"Eat me, little one, that’s it....Oh, that's a good girl."
He held her there as I slowed my tongue. Still, however, I thrust deeply inside her, feeling the walls of her desire quiver and shake.
"OH." He was looking at me again, stroking his cock faster. "Lick her clit again for me, little ‘Tasia. Show your Daddy how a good girl services someone's toy."
I grinned, and bit my lip while holding his gaze. I dipped my mouth down and flicked her sweet nub with my tongue. I did that a few times before speaking. "Is this good Daddy? Is this what you want your little girl to do?"
"Oh, fuck. Fuck yes, ‘Tasia." He pulled her hair even harder, and she whimpered. There was no way to tell if it was from pleasure or pain, however. He held her tongue there as she hungrily worked him, and he stroked his cock while watching me lick her pulsing desire.
"OH FUCK." His words were ragged, low. “I’m going to come, you slutty little bitch."
Both of us sighed and happily made hungry noises for him. It didn't matter who he was speaking to; we were both his slutty little bitch. "Fuck. OH GOD..."
He was stroking faster, pistoning his cock towards Kira's pretty tits. As she tongued his balls, Master Victor bellowed, and then began bathing her with fierce spurts of his hot, white satisfaction.
It seemed like he would come forever. He moaned and cursed, pulling her tongue even deeper into him. The whole time, he kept his eyes squarely upon mine as I licked her and shoved my fist inside her. Kira was beginning to wail herself, but she wasn't quite ready to come.
Not yet.
Master Victor left his pearly wetness on her beautiful breasts and stepped down to the floor. He crouched next to Kira, keeping her gaze on his eyes.
"Do you need to come, Kira?"
Her words were a ramble, were practically inhuman. "Now. PLEASE, Daddy. Please. I'm yours. I need you. Oh my Daddy..." She rocked her hips backwards against me, a fresh wet warmth seeping from within her. I focused upon her glistening nub, worshipping it with my tongue even as I began fucking her more fiercely.
First, slowly, a steady pulsing, like a drumbeat. Then, slowly, I pushed faster and deeper. Kira's words began to run together as she thrashed and bucked against me. Master Victor gently held her head, watching as she bit her lip, pouted, whined and begged. He smiled at her.
“‘Tasia will do this whenever she pleases, Kira. You asked to have her as a Mistress, and I agreed."
"Yes, Daddy." She panted the words; had to fight not to scream them as I drove my fist deep inside her.
"She gets to fuck you as she pleases, until I say differently. You are chattel, property.
"Oh. Oh, please." She moaned.
"She will use your mouth every day, if she wishes. She will make you wait weeks before you can come. She will cane your pretty breasts every night, if that's what makes her happy."
She was trembling, gripping my forearm as I fucked her; I bore down on her with my mouth.
"Please, Daddy. Oh, please. I need..."
"Yes, Kira. Show us how a slave comes for her Mistress. Show us how you love being fucked."
Her body arched upwards, and she began to wail again, her velvet walls grasped my arm, and wetness flowed from her. As I licked her, she started to scream, one, long, wordless cry.
Then, she was coming.
It was indescribable. I pushed my fist into her, as deeply as I could. It was as if her body needed me to punch her, as if I could throw all of my weight against her, and all she could do is beg and mewl and plead. She clenched my arm so hard it hurt.
Orgasm after orgasm rolled over her, like aftershocks. "God...Oh, God, ‘Tas- Mistress. Thank Y...Oh...OH, FUCK!!" She screamed again as pleasure tore through her. I eased off with my tongue, thinking she would be too sensitive, but she begged,
“No, don't stop licking, Mistress. Oh, oh..." She fucked herself against me as hard as she could. Wetness trickled onto the floor beneath her. Soon, her screams turned to gasps, and quiet sobs. As her breathing returned to normal, she was crying. Master Victor held her head, and she cried into him. It was wordless moaning. It was absolution.
I kept my arm inside her for a long few moments. Soon, her clenching relaxed. Slowly, I pulled out from her. She sniffled, and looked at me. Her gaze, beaming.
'Thank you, Mistress." She gasped for breath as tears trickled from the corners of her eyes. "I needed that. I think I have needed that my entire life."
I leaned forward, and kissed the inside of her thigh. She still smelled delicious. "It won't be the last time, little slave."
She smiled at me. We sat in silence for a long moment.
Master Victor cleared his throat. "Why don't you crawl up here, little ‘Tasia? Come clean me off of your slave’s beautiful tits."
I beamed at him. "Yes, Daddy."
I licked my Daddy off of Kira's breasts as she moaned and sighed and cooed. He was wonderful, sticky, salty, and sweet. There was no question that I should lick her clean; we all knew that Master Victor's come belonged inside of us, one way or the other.
He held us both, before unfastening her and taking us home.
He let us both sleep in his bed with him that night.
Simon’s Price
The drinks were getting to my head.
I've told you before; I'm a girl who knows what alcohol is for. I wasn't drinking because it tasted good, or because I found whiskey shots to be pleasing. No. I was nervous as fuck and trying to fit in where I was clearly out of my depth.
Sure, being drunk helps. Right?
"Are you going to be ok, ‘Tasia?" Amber was trying to be sweet. She had followed me out onto the deck, where I was holding on for dear life. One would think that living in San Fran
cisco would have accustomed me to the occasional ship, but no.
"I just had a little too much, too fast."
She grinned at me. “Being a Bitch is all about the parties. You’d better get used to it.”
Two weeks prior, Master Victor had decided I could join the select group of six girls that he called his “Circle”. Behind their backs the rest of us called them his "Bitch Pack", and for good reason. Autumn was in charge of the Pack, and the girls were in charge of Victor's other slaves.
Like Autumn herself, they were none too gentle. The Bitch Pack was in charge of the Closet. It's where Master Victor's toys were taken for punishment.
Tonight, Master Victor and his Pack were meeting with some new clients on his boat, Lady of Mist and Tide. It was a big deal, as discussions were in place for a new club.
I was only here because one of Daddy's other girls, Kira, had asked that I be her Mistress. That one request had changed my status and so much more. I had only been with Daddy for a little over a month, but already I was in his Bitc…Circle.
"Well, Simon was asking about you." She grinned at me, and brushed a strand of her honey-colored hair from her face. "If you aren't well, I can tell Master Victor..."
I shook my head. No. That would never do.
"I'll be right in." I smiled at her. "Tell Simon I just needed some air, and I'll be along."
She kissed me on the cheek, and then left.
It wasn't the swaying of the ship; it was too many shots all at once. I stood, looking out over the frigid water. The night was cold, but there was a peace out here, a quiet I rarely got to enjoy.
Sighing, I returned inside.
2
"It's a simple thing, Victor." Simon smiled as I walked in. He was a tall man, with dark skin. His voice held only the slightest touch of a Spanish accent. "There are many sex clubs that operate in my city. I don't understand why I should permit another one. What do your girls have to offer that can't be had elsewhere?"
Master Victor smiled. "I never said a sex club was on the table, Simon. I was talking about a place where men could come to experience fantasies, not have sordid couplings in a concrete-floored bar." Master Victor had Lydia on his lap. Her shirt was unbuttoned far enough to be just this side of obscene. “My girls are well trained, Simon. They aren't whores. My girls are courtesans, of the highest caliber."
Simon took a long draw on his drink. "Piotyr told me as much." He smiled at me. "Piotyr said that this one was like nothing he had ever tasted."
It was hard to maintain my composure under his gaze. I remembered Piotyr, very well. The night Autumn had given me Master Victor's collar, Piotyr and his friends had taken turns using me. It hadn't been that long ago, and the memories were sharp in my mind.
“Under the table, pretty slut. Stay under there and entertain our guests.” Her smile was sharp, wicked. She must have seen the confusion on my face, because she pulled on the leash again, almost making me fall. I tried to gracefully find my footing, and then crawled underneath the table.
“Piotyr, why don’t you show our girl what she needs to be working on?” Her voice was muffled, but I could hear her wicked smile, her barely concealed glee. One of the men reached underneath the table and undid his slacks. He pulled out a thick, well-tanned cock, and gestured me forward with one finger.
I’ll admit, I was mortified. It was one thing to be Master Victor’s slave, and it was even acceptable that he let Autumn train me and use me. But these were strangers. How could I—
Autumn kicked me beneath the table, a pointed shoe catching me in my thigh. I whimpered and crawled towards the man with his cock out. Piotyr was thick, if not terrifically long. I wriggled my way past the legs of the other men, and nuzzled the shaft of his cock.
He twitched. His skin smelled delicious, like cinnamon, with a touch of wood smoke. I mouthed the smooth head of his cock, and his hand reached underneath the table to stroke my hair. I began to work him in my mouth, taking his shaft as deep as I could in the cramped circumstances. I heard him mumble and sigh, and I slid my hand under his heavy balls, gently caressing as I serviced him.
“'Tasia has quite the skilled mouth.” Piotyr’s voice caught just slightly as he spoke.
“I told you that she was being trained.” Autumn’s voice seemed distant. “It’s important that any girl who belongs to Victor be able to serve in all manner of ways.”
“I notice that you and Lydia wear identical collars to 'Tasia’s.” That was another man, with a deep baritone.
“It’s true. We belong to Victor as certainly as she does.” Autumn paused. I wished I could have seen her face, seen what she was doing. “'Tasia is his newest pet, however. She is here as a party favor for the evening. I hope you find her to your satisfaction.”
“I know I do.” Piotyr’s voice was a rumble. He clenched his hand in my hair as he slowly fucked my mouth. “Goddamn. If Victor teaches all of his girls to serve this well, then he is a very lucky man.”
“Victor gets exactly as he deserves.” Autumn’s voice was a purr. “And it’s not as if the bitch doesn’t love it. Marc, reach down there, you’ll see what I mean.”
I didn’t know who Marc was, but suddenly someone’s thick fingers were exploring my damp pussy. I moaned around Piotyr’s cock as Marc pushed his fingers inside me, and then played around with my clit.
Someone with a deep baritone laughed. “She certainly does love it.” His fingers were gone then. “Look, you can see how wet she is.”
"I know you trust your man." Master Victor's eyes met mine, and he smiled reassuringly. "But rest assured, Simon, I know the deal isn't done. I want to have a club in Tijuana. You are the man I need to deal with. I wouldn't invite you here without some offering of what's on the table."
Simon's gaze was like a lash on my skin. It felt as if he was devouring me, simply by looking. "I would very much like to take this one back with me, Victor. You have so many women. Surely, lending me one could only help our relationship."
Master Victor didn't exactly stiffen, but it was as if the temperature in the room dropped. "My hope is that you will be able to enjoy ‘Tasia, Amber, or any of my girls once Los Lobos opens." He shrugged. "If you want that much time with my pretty ‘Tasia, then perhaps we should move our plans forward."
I knew my part. I looked at the ground demurely, then met Simon’s gaze. I bit my lip.
Simon laughed. "You truly are a clever man, Victor." He stood, and walked over to where I was. His dark eyes drank me in. One hand gently caressed my face. "Let's see how tonight goes, and we'll move on from there, agreed?"
Master Victor took a long draw. He toasted Simon.
"Agreed."
3
Master Victor had given Simon a private room, of course. Just now, I was in that room, on my knees. I had on a short red dress which was pulled up around my waist. My legs were spread, and I had one hand between them, slowly rubbing as I was looking up at his naked cock. My lips were parted, my words breathy gasps.
"I want to suck on it, Daddy. I want to devour your cock." I was panting the words. Pleasure tore through me as my fingers danced over my pink nub. Already I was dripping onto the floor. I didn't care; I needed them to fuck me.
Simon's “associates”, Kyle and Geoff were in the room too, but they were watching, sitting on the side. Simon stood in front of me, naked, his uncircumcised cock inches from my mouth. I could smell him, a scent like an animal, like wild places.
"Why should I let you suck me, little ‘Tasia? Do you think you deserve my cock in your mouth?"
I rubbed faster. The scent of lust washed over me. "No, Daddy." I pouted. "I don't deserve your cock. But I need it. I need you to fuck my pretty mouth."
He smiled down at me. "I'll let you, pretty bitch. I'll let you suck me. But first, you have to earn the right."
I whimpered.
Simon was only about six inches taller than me, but his body was lean, like a strong swimmer. He had dusky Latin skin, and deep black hair. His
right arm had a sleeve of Mayan tattoos.
Simon nodded at Geoff, who came up behind me. Then his eyes met mine. "Let's get your arms behind your back, pretty girl."
I did, looking up at him with my wide blue eyes. "Yes, Daddy."
He smiled at me. "You know what I want. Arch your back. Let's make those elbows touch."
I did, pointing my nipples at him. "Like this, Daddy?" I was as coquettish as possible. He chuckled.
"Yes, Mija. Exactly."
I held my arms in place as Geoff looped rope around them. It wasn't that difficult for me. Master Victor liked this position as well. I kept my eyes on his, and felt the electricity between us.
It was something animal, primal. It was beyond simple roles or games.
I needed him.
Simon leaned towards me, until his face was inches from mine. Gently, he traced a finger along my flat stomach until he came to the gold ring in my right nipple. He gently pulled at it, and I whimpered. It was not yet fully healed.
"You are one of Victor's lead girls, yet you only have his first ring?" He pulled at it, just hard enough to slightly hurt. I gasped. I didn't know whether to be dismayed or proud that my wetness gushed from the pain.
"I am in training. He doesn't...oh... he doesn't know if I can dominant to his other girls yet, but there is one..."
"Yes, he told me the story." Geoff handed him a small round weight with a clamp on it. Simon smiled at me as he placed the clamp on the ring. "The clamps are actually for your nipples, of course. This one will work for your ring, however." He reached for me and placed the second one on my unpierced nipple. It bit, like a small alligator clamp.
I whimpered. "Oh, Daddy. It hurts."
He smiled. His teeth were perfect. "I know, pet. I'm not done." He held his face inches from mine as Geoff handed him another weight. Every nuance of my expression was his, like he was somehow etching it in his mind.
Then, he put the weight on my labia. It was a larger one, but had two clamps, one for each side. The bite was fierce. I felt myself grow wetter as the pain lanced through me.
I mewled. "Oh... oh, Daddy. Please don't..."
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