by Megan West
Another stroke. Six.
The man on the couch gripped his slave’s hair, pulling her mouth off his cock. He stood, and without a word, she stood as well, leaning forward and gripping the back of the couch. He positioned himself behind her, and he slapped her ass, still welted from the caning. She moaned aloud.
Seven.
He grabbed her hips and thrust into her without warning. The girl’s leg muscles flexed as she took the hard thrust, moaning as he pounded into her, his hand wrapped in her hair, pulling her head back. Bethany’s slave was hard at work again, lapping at her enthusiastically as she whimpered softly with pleasure.
Eight. Katherine drew a deep breath in as she readied herself for the next hit.
Nine. This one was louder, the smacking sound bounced against the walls of the basement.
Her ass was on fire. Her eyes were damp from the pain, her hands clenched against each other atop her head. She was dripping wet, aching for him to fuck her. She hoped he would.
A pause, and then he struck her, the hardest one of all. Ten.
He walked around in front of her. Katherine could see him bulging in his jeans, his forehead gleaming with sweat. “Five more strokes,” he said. “You’ve done wonderfully, Katherine.”
Five more? Where?
The question was answered immediately. He reached back and swung, the stroke hitting her directly across her breasts. She gasped, the pain sharp and immediate, but then the sensation from her nipples raced to her groin, and she felt the aching intensify.
Two.
Three.
The man across the room had slowed his strokes, savoring the experience. The girl was moaning, her head dropped forward now. The man reached around her, his fingers dipping between her legs. “You’ve been such a good girl,” he murmured. “If you can, come before I do. If not, you’re out of luck until the next show.”
The girl spread her stance wider, pressing her hips forward into his hand. Katherine knew she must be desperate. The man was thrusting now in long, slow strokes. Clearly he knew what his slave liked. She understood then, the exchange of pleasure, the reward for performing well. She knew at the moment, she would do anything if only Andrew would relieve the burning ache between her legs.
Four.
Her nipples were on fire now, too. She didn’t look down, but she knew her breasts must be bright red. They felt swollen, heavy. He reached back again.
Five.
Katherine didn’t move as he dropped the strap to the floor. He went to his knees in front of her, his fingers delving between her legs, spreading her pussy lips, two fingers of his other hand sliding up into her where she was wet and hot and dying for his touch. His lips sealed around her clit, mouth pressed into her, tongue stroking fast and slick against her, and she thought she might fall down. Her eyes were shut tight, she could hear Bethany gasping again, the slave still bent between her legs.
Katherine was going to come. She could feel it. She clenched around his fingers, waves of pleasure radiating through her body, and then she collapsed forwards, grabbing his shoulders as she convulsed, her back arching and hips bucking, driving down into his hand. When her orgasm was finished, he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her down onto the carpet with him.
“If it weren’t your first night,” he growled, “I’d punish you for not asking permission to come. But tonight, I’ll forgive you.” He smiled. “You may come as many times as you can, tonight.”
Recovering, she followed him to one of the couches, where he sat, undoing the fly of his jeans. She reached to unbutton his shirt, her hands smoothing over his lean chest. She was still aching, still hot with lust, and she saw out of the corner of her eye that Bethany’s slave had stood up. She heard Bethany tell him that he was allowed to come, but not until Master Thomas was finished with his slave. The man stood in front of her and gripped his cock, stroking it slowly as Bethany touched herself idly.
Andrew had pulled his thick cock free of his jeans, and Katherine leaned forward, taking it in her mouth before he had a chance to tell her. He gasped, eyes closing, and his hand settled firmly in her hair as she sucked, running her mouth up and down from base to tip. Her eyes watered as she wiggled her face as far down his shaft as she could before pulling back with a loud POP of her hollowed cheeks.
She heard Master Thomas groan, and the sounds of sex abruptly stop. The male slave was still stroking himself. “Kneel in front of him,” she heard Bethany instruct, and she saw the girl move in front of him.
“Get on top of me,” Andrew said.
Katherine stood, and straddled him on the couch, reaching to grasp him and guide him into her pussy. She moaned as the thick tip slipped up inside of her. She sank down onto him, meeting his thrust. Katherine started to rock atop him, her hips grinding as she gripped the back of the couch. Her gaze went back and forth from Andrew’s face, his lips tight and eyes closed as he groaned softly, to the slave, his hand stroking himself firmly as he stood above the female slave, her face upturned to him, her eyes hungry.
Katherine’s body felt ablaze with pleasure, every nerve raw, and she was unprepared as Andrew grabbed her suddenly and yanked her off of him, flipping her so that she was on her hands and knees on the couch. He was behind her in an instant, hands hard on her hips, pounding into her. She slipped her fingers against her clit, rubbing frantically as he thrust his hard cock into her, his pelvis slapping against her sore, reddened ass, his fingers pinching hard into her skin.
The male slave groaned, a deep, relieved sound as his hand stroked in a blur and then squeezed, hard. His cock erupted, the result landing on the female slave’s face and breasts, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as he came, his whole body jerking with the force of it. Katherine’s back arched, her own second orgasm rippling through her body. She thought she might have screamed as Andrew slammed into her with bruising force. She felt him spill hot come inside of her. Her orgasm doubled through her body, wave after wave as he remained deep inside of her, his hips jerking as he pushed her forward into the cushions with the force of his orgasm. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against his cock as he buried his head as deep inside of her as possible.
They lay there for a few moments, both limp from effort as the final twitches of his cock subsided. The slaves were cleaning up, reaching for warm, damp towels in a salon-style room nearby. Bethany and Thomas were laying on their sofas, having enjoyed the show.
Andrew sat up, gathering Katherine into his arms. She sighed softly, laying her head against his chest.
“Did you enjoy that?”
She nodded, suddenly feeling more than exhausted. “I did.”
“Do you think you might want to do it again?”
She smiled, “Oh, definitely.”
She knew she had the best story to write about.
Third Free Bonus Story
Chapter One
Emily was Sam’s date for the evening. In addition to having an incredibly charming smile, she had one hell of body. He’d been covertly eyeing her perky breasts and ogling her round, plump ass all night. Bored at the dreadful cocktail reception his company had planned for the third year in a row, the two had opted to play a little game with a big wager. And she had just lost.
“You get ten minutes,” she reminded him, her own little way of keeping him from trying to pull a fast one on her. He kissed her with no regard to his co-workers surrounding him but, luckily, nobody so much as batted an eye at the public display of affection. They were all too wrapped up in the boring talk of investments or whatever it was they discussed. Sam always zoned out when they talked to him.
The two of them had met before and done some light flirting but that was it– at least until he found himself in need of a date to this thing and she agreed to come with him. It was the perfect excuse to finally bring that flirting to something and, quite frankly, he hoped to score with her. Halfway through the cocktail reception it became clear they both had the same endgame for the night so he decided to am
p it up a bit, while also turning the dull night into something better.
After they spent the obligatory amount of time at the reception, he asked if she wanted to get a late dinner at one of his favorite Italian spots that happened to be right around the corner.
As they strolled to the restaurant, they had a sexual conversation in hushed tones. Sam had no idea how the conversation even turned out the way it did, but by the end of it, they had decided to role-play as a high-end escort and a depraved but dashing customer during those ten minutes he won.
“Anything you want for ten minutes,” she whispered just before they walked through the door, urging him to get to a table and hide what he was sure was a visible tent in his pants.
Once at the table he kissed her again, a long and tender kiss, one much different from the slightly lingering peck on the lips at the business reception. Halfway through dinner and a couple signature house cocktails later, he could tell she was just as turned on as he was and that made him feel like he could burst any minute.
Sam thought of the situation going on in his pants and he fidgeted, unsure how he would make it out of the restaurant without anybody noticing. Emily had, of course, noticed his fidgeting and all too quickly picked up on the cause of it, sliding her foot up his thigh and rubbing just below his bulge.
He gulped and looked at her dangerously but she just smirked.
“You wanted to play,” she muttered, lips placed suggestively around the tip of a breadstick, eyes glittering deviously.
He leaned forward and mustered his most intimidating tone of voice. “And play we will,” he threatened. Emily raised an eyebrow at him, trying to look confident and collected.
“Ten minutes,” he said, tapping his fingers on the table before leaning back casually in his chair. The waitress came by to ask if they were done with their food and he said they were, allowing her to take the plates and bring the check. His eyes gleamed as he placed his credit card in the little folder, staring at Emily over it. Soon enough, they would be back at his place and the ten minutes would commence.
He knew exactly what he wanted to do during that time but he wasn’t quite sure how to start it. After all, he had never role-played the customer to a high-end escort before. He wagered it was a rather specific type of situation and he had all of twenty or thirty minutes to figure out how to go about it. But as he looked at Emily, there was no trace of nervousness, doubt, or shyness.
As they pulled into his driveway twenty minutes later and walked up to his front door, he turned to her and asked, “Are you sure about this?”
“Well, I did lose the bet.”
Sam hung his head and let out a single chuckle. “Yes, you did. But I still want to make sure you’re up for anything in those ten minutes?”
Emily smirked and prodded him with a finger. “Getting cold feet?” He felt his face warm up. She giggled and shook her head. “I’m fine. Really, I am. Besides, we already talked about how I can stop this at any moment.”
“Right. I just want to reiterate, you know, not to let anything happen you don’t want.”
She placed a hand on his chest and smiled sympathetically. “I know. Don’t worry, I’ll stop you if the going gets too rough for my taste.” She licked her lower lip and leaned in until her lips were right next to his ear. Sam shuddered. “But, just so you know, I can handle some pretty rough going.”
She stepped back and winked at him seductively. He felt his cock throb.
Sam opened the front door and, with an exaggerated sweeping movement, motioned for her to go inside first. He closed the door behind him and locked it, pointing down the hallway and saying his bedroom was there. Emily hummed and walked slowly toward it, not hiding the fact that she was looking around taking in her surroundings. It was a rather small house, but he lived there alone and it was just right for him. She stepped into the room as he turned on the lights right behind her.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” he said with a mock humble tone. She smiled. It was quite neat and well laid out. He’d done a great job with the space, something he was quite proud of. But they hadn’t gone to his house to admire his interior design skills. No, he was there to cash in on his bet. He’d won the game fair and square and now he had ten minutes to do whatever he wanted with this escort.
Sam smirked. The role-playing had finally caught up to him and he felt even more excited than he initially had. He had no idea how it would even change what he planned to do, but just the idea of it was enough. Emily set her purse down on the dresser and looked at him, waiting until he made the first move.
“So, we gonna get started or what?”
Chapter Two
Emily had fallen into character quickly. Even the expression on her face made her look different and the way she spoke made her sound like a different person. Sam was astonished. How was she so naturally good at this?
So he decided it was time for him to fall into his role. He had ten minutes and he was going to use every last second of that time to play on his whims. Handcuffs, he thought. That was an excellent place to start. It was a staple in all this and there was something undeniably sexy about seeing a woman’s pale skin pressed against the black metal of the cuffs, wrists red when she struggled against them.
He walked over to his nightstand and pulled them out of the bottom drawer, dangling them in front of her eyes. He saw her body stiffen for a second before she looked at him emotionless. He knew she wasn’t only turned on but also caught off guard. Maybe she just expected him to get a little rough, but hadn’t expected him to go that far.
The cold gleam of the black-dye casted steel reflected in her eyes was a bit more than she had expected when he said anything, but she made no sign of backing down. Her body was no longer stiff. He knew she considered herself to be a bit kinky and out of the norm, but he couldn’t help but wonder if something like this would be pushing boundaries even for her. He decided she had reacted upon seeing the cuffs out of shock. She hadn’t recoiled or uttered the safety word to make him stop. She wasn’t even looking at them anymore. Instead, she was staring him dead in the eyes waiting for his next move.
Finally, he saw her face scrunch up. Maybe she was trying to act like she didn’t want that or maybe she was tired of waiting. Maybe she just wanted to something to get him to finally act. But he knew she was definitely curious for what was to come. He finally stepped forward and pulled her wrists together in front of her. He slipped one cuff over a wrist and closed it before going on to the other. Once the final click sounded, they both knew the cuffs weren't coming off without the key and his say-so. Sam stepped back to admire the view and grinned. He dangled the key in front of her face.
That was when he realized he wasn’t digging that emotionless look on her face. He wasn’t into how calm she was about all of it. He wanted it to be her first time, full of wonder, excitement, and even a little hesitation. So he leaned forward and licked her neck until his lips touched her ear. He loved feeling her thin body shudder against him.
“You know, maybe you’re an escort agreeing to do this kind of thing for an extra fee for the first time ever.” He stepped back and saw she had an eyebrow raised, her eyes gleaming in delight.
“My, my. Someone is a big fan of games,” Emily said. She leaned in and captured his lips in a soft kiss. It felt great, but it was breaking the moment. Sam knew that was what she wanted before everything fell right back into place, with that little adjustment he had requested. He pulled back and looked at her, now with an innocent look in her eyes. He marveled at her skills and briefly wondered if he really wanted this to just be a one-night thing. He had never been with a woman like her before and he felt his cock throb again.
“How are you feeling?” he asked her, his voice soft and smooth. He was testing the waters, checking to see how she was going to play the newly adjusted character.
“I don’t know,” she muttered unsurely, shifting her weight back and forth from one foot to another. She bit her lower lip and looked
at him rather helplessly. He was pleased.
He showed her the small key hanging from a velvet ribbon and dangled it in front of her before sliding the key in the little slot on one of the cuffs, letting her watch with her newly donned doe eyed expression. He turned the key and the cuff popped open. She gave a little start before pressing her lips shut and looking at him, wide-eyed.
He had no idea where that came from or what it was meant to be, but he found it extremely sexy. It was so sexy to him, in fact, he was ready to take her right that instant and forget all the other little things he had in mind since he won his ten minutes. Ten minutes, he reiterated in his head as he realized neither of them had bothered to check the time when they got started. Maybe she was somehow keeping a mental count.
"Just making sure it works,” he said as he closed the cuff again and stepped back. “In retrospect, I probably should have checked before I closed them around your dainty, little wrists.” He chuckled and dropped the key on the surface of the nightstand, well within her line of vision.