Dirty Dozen- P.L.A.Y.- tales of sexual savagery and Daddy's Girl (Dirty Dozens)

by Aaron Evans

Autumn actually giggled. “Piotyr, I want you to meet…” She turned, and I quickly dropped my gaze, “...Lydia. She is one of my closest friends.”

  Lydia offered her hand, and Piotyr kissed it was well.

  “Charmed.” His voice was husky, hungry.

  “Gentlemen, Lydia and I are here to keep you company for the evening, until Victor arrives.” I hated that she didn’t call him Master Victor, but I knew he probably preferred it that way in front of his clients. “'Tasia here will be the night’s entertainment.”

  I kept my gaze focused upon the floor, flushing bright red for the first time. The gazes of the men wandered across my body, and Piotyr chuckled appreciatively.

  “Victor certainly chooses his entertainments well.” I didn’t know which man that was, and I didn’t care. I could feel their eyes on my body, like a physical thing.

  “She is in the beginning of her training, but she should happily service you gentlemen.” Autumn’s voice became sharp. “Take the floor, 'Tasia.” I tried not to cry as I knelt and went to all fours. I kissed one of Autumn’s shiny shoes, and the men mumbled appreciatively.

  Autumn and Lydia walked over to the table, taking seats. There was a large space between them. I assumed I was supposed to stay there, on the floor. I quickly realized differently when Autumn gave a sharp tug on the leash.

  “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.”

  “Goddamn. I can feel how wet her hot little mouth is.” Piotyr let out a small groan. “A man could grow used to such good service.”

  I could hear the smile in Autumn’s voice. “That is what she is here for. Use her as you wish. Come in her mouth, her cunt, or her ass. Tie her up and beat her, if that’s what you want.”

  I whimpered at Autumn’s words, but they had the opposite effect on Piotyr. He grew even thicker in my mouth, and began to fuck my face just a little faster. I felt those strong fingers in my pussy again, only this time they were abrupt, forcing their way inside me fiercely. I pushed my ass back, fucking myself on the man’s thick fingers.

  “We’ve spent most of the afternoon with her here.” Lydia’s voice was like seductive silk. She was sitting right next to Piotyr, and I could tell she was leaning over to him. She spoke softly. “We brought her here and used her. We tied her up and I used her face to make myself come.”

  Piotyr pulled my hair, holding me on his cock while he pumped himself in and out.

  “I held her pretty hair, just like you are. I held her hair and rubbed my pussy all over her face. You should have seen it, Piotyr. I used her. I used her to make myself come.”

  Piotyr wasn’t far off himself. I could taste the precum dripping from the thick head of his cock, salty and sweet. I sucked faster and faster, massaging his balls as he thrust into the back of my throat. Whoever owned the thick finger behind me was focusing on my clit, and I felt myself began to gush, wetness dripping down my thighs.

  “You boys have got to try this.” Piotyr’s voice was husky.

  “How can we? You’re hogging her mouth while telling us how sweet it is.” That was a third voice, one I did not recognize.

  Piotyr’s thrusts slowed, but did not stop. “You know what? You’re right, Ben. I’m being rude. Let’s clear off the table. “

  I heard rustling above me, But Piotyr did not stop. His cock was thrusting in my mouth, holding my head so there was no chance that I could get away. After a moment, he pulled out, and I heard Autumn’s bladed voice.

  “'Tasia? Pet? Why don’t you come up here?” She jerked once on the chain, reminding me that it wasn’t truly a request. I crawled out from under the table, looking into her pretty, glittering eyes.

  “Yes, Mistress Autumn?” My voice was raw from where Piotyr had been fucking me.

  “Stand up here, won’t you? Let’s give these gentlemen a good look.” I stood, happy that for once I wasn’t dressed in wobbly heels. I looked at Piotyr, who had zipped himself up. A second man (Marc, apparently) was gingerly tasting the wetness I had left on his fingers.

  The men appraised me for a long moment before Piotyr spoke up. “Let’s have her across the table, boys. We can enjoy either end that way.” He smiled at me, sadistically. “I’ve had her mouth; I want to see what else is on offer.”

  “You heard the man, little puppy.” Autumn did not tug the leash this time. “Let’s have you across the table so these gentlemen can use you as they see fit.”

  I whimpered, just a bit. “Yes, Mistress Autumn.” I spread myself across the table, pressing my breasts into the smooth wood. I canted my head forward as Marc walked around. He smiled at me as he pulled his cock from his pants.

  “Time to be a good girl, little bitch.”

  I opened my mouth, and he sheathed himself inside of me.

  Marc was longer than Piotyr. It was obvious from the first stroke. I had a hard time not gagging, but he didn’t care. He held my face and began to fuck me in earnest, as my eyes watered and my nose clogged up. I was doing everything I could to service him, stealing a breath every few moments.

  Then Piotyr’s hands were on my ass. I felt his big cockhead nuzzling at the edge of my dripping pussy. He caressed me, gentle for just a moment. Then I felt him pulling, and his cock was buried inside me.

  “My good little puppy.” Autumn caressed my back.

  T
he two men had no rhythm with each other, weren’t even trying to work with me. Marc was fucking my throat, faster and faster. It seemed to make him harder that I couldn’t take him well, that I was constantly gagging. Tears and mascara ran down my face, and he just held the side of my face, fucking me with no concern or care.

  Piotyr was another matter. It was only a moment before he found his rhythm, and once he had, he was fucking me well, holding me wide open. I grasped and pulled at him with my pussy, eager for him to come inside me. I thought he would, too. I was certain he couldn’t be far off after he had just used my mouth. Then, however, he reached around himself, his fingers finding my clit and working me while he fucked me with his thick cock.

  I couldn’t moan; I couldn’t scream. But I loved it. I bucked backwards onto him, fucking him faster and faster even as Marc sighed and pulled my hair.

  “Good little bitch. Choke on my cock, you hungry little bitch. Choke on my cock and drink my come.”

  I moaned then, as Piotyr rubbed my clit even faster. It was almost impossible with my mouth full, but I didn’t care. My pussy was gushing all over Piotyr’s thick balls, my come creating a wet slapping sound as he fucked me.

  Suddenly, Marc’s hand’s tightened in my hair. It hurt. If I could have, I would

  have screamed.

  “Yes. Yes you little whore. You cunt. You filthy little fuck toy.” Marc pushed himself as deep into my throat as he could go, and I felt his hard cock spasm. He cried out, again and again, as he pumped himself into me. Most of it I didn’t even taste, because he was so deep. Not all of it went directly down my throat, however, and I could taste his come even as he pulled himself away from me.

  “God. Yes, fuck me.” My voice was a harsh rasp, but I didn’t care. Piotyr was rhythmically, powerfully fucking me, knocking the table forward just a bit with each thrust. His fingers made dizzying circles on my clit and I started to wail.

  “Goddamn. I need your cock, sir. Please. Never stop fucking me, never—”

  “Oh. Oh 'Tasia.” He was starting to shake. He pushed the thumb of his other hand into my asshole and I wailed again, begging for him.

  “Make me your whore, sir. Show these assholes ho…how well you fuck. Oh, God. God—”

  And then he was coming. I could feel him twitching and spasming inside me as he filled me with his sticky warmth. For a moment, he sped up with his fingers, and I thought I would come right there. I thought I would come and scream while being fucked by these strangers. But then he slowed. He pulled out of me, sticky and soft. I was still moaning, gasping and clawing at the table, on the verge of coming. Any second now, one of these assholes would take his place. Any moment, I would be filled with some new stranger’s hard cock….

  But I wasn’t.

  “Hello, 'Tasia.” I smiled, happy at the sound. His voice was like chocolate and bourbon. Master Victor walked over to the table, and ran his fingers along the black collar on my neck.

  His collar.

  His strong hands went down my back, pausing to touch at my wetness. Just the lightest touch. Very faint.

  “I see she’s been a good girl.” This was directed at Autumn.

  “She still has some things to learn. You’re right, Master Victor. She’s proud. She’s vain and easily embarrassed.”

  Master Victor chuckled. “I think we can take care of that, don’t you?” He pushed his fingers inside me then and I whimpered, pushing back against him. I needed to come, but I knew better than to beg. I knew that Master Victor would let me come when he chose; not before.

  “Gentlemen, my girl needs some additional training. Think you are up to the task?”

  Marc laughed, while one of the other men took a long drag on his smoke. Piotyr just nodded.

  “'Tasia, let’s get you up.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. I was inches from his face.

  Oh, his eyes.

  Master Victor gave me one quick kiss on the cheek. He took my leash from Autumn’s hand and we walked to one of the stages, followed by Autumn, Lydia, and the four men.

  “Take One, 'Tasia.” I dropped to my knees, clasping my hands behind my back. I arched my breasts out, biting my lip just a touch as I did.

  “Are you my girl, 'Tasia?”

  I thought I would cry. “Yes, Master Victor, I’m your girl.” The collar around my neck wasn’t a restraint, it was light and joy. It was freedom.

  I was home.

  “You are my girl, aren’t you?” Master Victor motioned one of the men to come up on the stage, and then smiled at me. He pulled a ring gag from his pocket.

  “Let’s begin.”

  Display For Daddy

  It was December 28th.

  “You haven’t called on me for a week, Daddy. Have I upset you?” I wore his favorite blue baby-doll outfit with my collar. No panties, of course. Master Victor didn’t allow his girls to wear panties most of the time.

  He didn’t answer for a long moment. He was sitting in his favorite chair, with a whiskey glass in one hand. He looked up from his book, and I could feel his eyes on my body. It was like he traced his fingers along my warm skin.

  His gaze was mesmerizing, his blue eyes like ice.

  “Are you asking me to use you, little one?”

  I shifted nervously, from foot to foot. “I’ve been collared for a little over three weeks now, Sir.” I bit my lip. “The first week you had someone use me every night, if it wasn’t you yourself.”

  He set his book down. “If I remember correctly, little Tasia, you complained. You said you were getting tired. Are you complaining again?”

  I looked down. I felt the heat in my cheeks. “No, Sir. I’m not complaining.”

  He stood, and walked over to the fireplace. He took a long draw of his drink, and set the glass down. He turned his head towards me. I couldn't see his face, as it was a silhouette against the fire. I could feel his eyes, however. When Master Victor looked at you, his gaze was like flame.

  “Tasia, I’m starting to feel as if you are having a hard time finding your place here. My girls don’t complain when they are called to serve. They don’t complain when they have time to themselves. This smacks of your arrogance. You want me to need to have you around.” He walked over to me, like a predator, his gait slow and purposeful.

  “Master Victor, I just wanted to clear the air. If I’ve done something wrong-”

  He was inches from my face. “Shut up.” I stammered a bit, but stopped talking. “Tasia, what do you think would happen if you did something wrong?”

  I waited, just a moment. Then, “You would punish me.”

  I could hear the smile in his voice. “Have I punished you before, little Tasia?”

  I looked at the floor. “Yes, Master Victor.”

  He leaned a touch closer. I could smell the whiskey, along with sandalwood and cedar. “Remind me. What did you do?”

  I blushed. “You had me on my knees, Master Victor. I had been begging you for your cock, but you wouldn’t give it to me. I was petulant. You made me rub myself, and told me I had three minutes to come. When I couldn’t come that quickly, you punished me.”

  “Yes. I remember now.” He began walking around me, stalking me. He traced one finger down my back and over my ass. I trembled at his touch. His hand snaked around my waist, and pulled me a step backwards. I could feel his hardness through his pants, pressed deliciously against my ass.

  I whimpered. I couldn’t help it. His whisper was in my ear. It was dark, delicious.

  “How did I punish you, pet?”

  I blushed. “With the tawse.”

  He chuckled darkly. “What did I do with the tawse?”

  “You spanked me with it. You held me down by my hair and spanked my pussy until I begged and cried. You made me tell you what a little whore I was, and how I only existed to service your cock.”

  “Seems reasonable. What next?”

  “After I had begged enough, you made me fuck myself with the handle of the tawse. While I did it, yo
u spanked me with your bare hand until I came. Then, you let me service you with my mouth.”

  “So, little Tasia, if you had done something wrong, or I was upset with you, don’t you think I’d punish you?”

  “Sir, I... I thought you might be punishing me by ignoring me.”

  “So, not being allowed to service me is a punishment?”

  I swallowed. “Sir, I only--”

  There was a loud SMACK as his bare hand caught my ass cheek. I hissed.

  “Yes. Yes, Master Victor. Not being able to service you would be a kind of punishment.”

  He clicked his tongue, and continued walking around me. He made two circuits, in silence, and then pulled my eyes to his.

  “Tasia, you wear my collar. You are my property. Sometimes, we will have a delightful breakfast on the veranda and chat. Others, you are little more than a wet toy for my cock. You know that. That’s what you want.”

  “Yes, Master Victor. That’s what I want.”

  “You don’t have the right to ask to be used, little toy. You aren’t in control.” He traced his fingers down the side of my face. “You are used to making men dance for the opportunity to slide into that sweet cleft of yours. You are accustomed to manipulating men with those wide eyes and that wet, pouty mouth.”

  “Yes, Master Victor.”

  “Is that what you are doing here? Did you think you could lure me into fucking you? Is that why you are wearing things that you know please me?”

  I stammered. “Yes, Mast... I mean, no, Master Victor. I wasn’t trying to lure you or--”

  He kissed me then. No, kiss wasn’t the right word. He took my mouth. He was firm, strong. He pushed my lips apart with his tongue and devoured me. He stole my breath. After a long moment, where I melted in his mouth, he pulled away. His voice was breathless.

  “That’s good, little toy. You don’t get to say what happens to you.”

  “No, Sir. I don’t.”

  “Get on your knees, baby girl. Take position one.”

  I was almost giddy. I slid to my knees, and clasped my hands behind my back. I gently bit my lip as I arched my back, making my breasts point out towards him. He walked behind me.