by West, Megan
Andrew kissed her again, this time more deeply. His hand threaded into her hair, tugging softly. His tongue ran along the seam of her lips, pressing against them, and she opened her mouth, letting him slide inside. His hand cupped the back of her head, fingers tangled in her hair, the kiss hard and deep. She pressed herself against him, her hands on his waist.
He pulled away and walked around her, his fingers smoothing over her shoulders. She could see the girl in the gold chain lean forwards on her knees, her master’s cock in her mouth. Her head was bobbing up and down and her hand cupped between his legs. The man’s head had fallen back, resting against the cushions as his slave pleasured him.
Bethany was slowly running her fingers through her slave’s hair, the fingers of her other hand idly brushing against her inner thigh. She seemed to be in no hurry.
Andrew reached for Katherine’s zipper, tugging it down slowly, the fingers of his other hand brushing along the skin as it was exposed. She shivered, her senses quickly becoming overloaded. The air was warm and thick, perfumed with the scents that the four others and underneath it the heavy musk of arousal. He reached for her straps, pushing them off of her shoulders, and then the dress over her hips, letting it fall to the floor.
Bethany’s slave had shifted, moving between her spread knees. She reached for the hidden zipper on the side of her latex shorts, and pushed them down, the slave taking the material when it reached mid-thigh and pulling it down the rest of the way. She was wearing a black silk thong under them, and at a nod from her, the slave bent forward, pushing the fabric aside and moving to his task. Bethany moaned softly, a small, breathy gasp as she relaxed into the couch. One of her hands idly played with the slave’s hair as he went down on her.
Andrew undid the clasp of Katherine’s bra, pushing it off of her, his hands reaching around to grasp her breasts. He toyed gently with the nipples, tugging and pinching at them until she gasped, then moaned, increasing the pressure until she squealed sharply. Her nipples budded into tight pebbles as he rolled his thumb against them. He grasped her hip with one hand, pulling her back against him. He was hard against her.
“See what you do to me?” he whispered huskily, grinding his erection against her.
He reached for the material of her panties, tugging them down over her hips. “Put your hands on your head and spread your legs shoulder-width,” he ordered, heading to the lattice.
Katherine’s heart raced as she watched him, wondering what he would choose. He took down a thick leather belt, folding it over in his hand as he walked back toward her. Her eyes had widened, but she made no sound.
“Trust me,” he repeated, and then stood behind her. She saw the man watching her as the slave girl eagerly sucked him, his gaze appreciative as it swept over Katherine’s body. Bethany was oblivious, panting softly as her slave worked enthusiastically, the sounds of his efforts audible in the room.
Andrew drew his arm back and smacked Katherine’s ass with the belt, once. She rocked forwards, her stance keeping her upright. She breathed in with a slight hiss of air. It hurt, though not as much as she had expected. He did it again, this time striking the other cheek. The blow stung, but to her amazement, she felt herself growing wet, the dampness sticky on her inner thighs. Two more, and she was gasping, her eyes prickling, but at the same time she was aching with desire.
“Ten strokes total,” he told her. “How many was that?”
“Three,” she answered.
He hit her again, much harder. “How many was that?” he snapped. Katherine looked at the man across the room, and saw him mouth a word.
“That was four…master.”
Andrew’s voice was thick with lust. “Good girl.”
He struck her again. Five.
The slave’s hands were on Bethany’s thighs, and suddenly she gripped his hair, moaning as her hips arched up, her hand pressing his face down against her. Her back arched, hard, and she trembled all over, before she finally released him. Both of them were gasping. The slave was allowed a moment to recover before she leaned back.
“Again,” she instructed. Katherine saw the slaves shift, and saw that his cock was hard again, red and throbbing. She felt a little sorry for him. She wondered if Bethany would let him get off, before the night was over.
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.
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Her hands feathered through his hair as his tongue traced up her wet lips, circling around her clit and making her hips lurch.
“You like that?” He said as he brought his head up just enough to speak, his hot breath teasing her wetness.
“Yes,” She panted.
“You know what you’d like even more than this?” He asked before trailing his tongue back up her wet lips.
“What?” She asked, clawing at the top of his head and grinding her pussy against his exploring mouth. He forced his head back against her hands, making enough room to talk.
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