8 comments/ 84190 views/ 2 favorites Jack the Brothel Slave By: the_bragis To my darling John, may this your wildest fantasies never come true. *** Jack Jones entered his office. As he placed a large stack of files down amongst the papers strewn over his desk a single red envelope caught his eye. Picking it up, he held it to his nose and inhaled. Immediately he recognized the fragrance, her favorite. His mind drifted into wicked thoughts of her; it sent a chill down his spine. She owned his ass, and he knew it. Forgetting everything else, he sat down and tore it open. Two words were scrawled in scarlet lipstick across the white card inside - seven O'clock. That told him who, when, and where. Jack reached for his telephone, and dialed home. "Hello Darling, something has come up and I'm going to have to work late tonight." He grinned down the bulge forming in his crotch and thought smugly, well that's hardly a lie; something has just come up, and I will be working tonight. Pouting his lips he made kissing sound into the mouthpiece adding, "Please don't wait up for me." What a lucky man he was, to have her. Marrying Susan wasn't just the smartest career move he'd ever made. An excellent cook and homemaker, she was also loving, intelligent, sweet, and sexy – the perfect wife!! Yes, Jack saw the way men looked at her, however one woman would never be enough to satisfy a man like him. Susan reminded Jack so much of her mother, so sweet and fragile, not at all like her father. He made life hell for many people, especially those who worked under him or happened to get in his way. Now, however, as the son to the principle owner of the firm, Jack had no trouble with the old bastard. Yes, 'Daddy' would do just about anything to keep 'his little princess' happy, and he used that knowledge to his full advantage. Two hours later he arrived at Mistress Alex's bar. As usual he headed straight through the main area and out to the back. However, the door he usually entered through was locked. "No, not there today Jack." He turned to see a pretty young girl in a skimpy pair of shorts and a halter-top. Jack felt a familiar stirring in his groin as he noticed her pert nipples poking through the tight fabric stretched across her breasts. "I don't understand, Mistress Alex sent me a message to be here at seven." It had been two weeks since Alex had last contacted him and he was anxious to see her again. Now however, he felt certain she was playing some kind of silly little game with him. Fuck, she could be such a tease at times. Oh, but what a fucking hot bitch too. "Yes that's right," the girl said, smiling and eyeing him up, "Come with me Jack." "But who are you?" "My name is Kittikins, I'll be preparing you tonight." Jack wasn't entirely sure of what she meant by 'prepare', but as long as it involved a sweet little piece of ass like hers, he had no qualms about it. She turned, and as he followed her his eyes automatically dropped down to see just how tight and high cut her shorts were. She led him down a long hallway, open doors on either side all revealed similar dimly lit rooms. None appeared to have windows, and chains and handcuffs hung from the back wall over a large double bed of each one. Stopping at the end room, Kittikins stood to one side allowing Jack to enter first. As he stepped past her, his arm brushed against her breasts. "Sorry," he murmured, feeling smug he had gotten away with it. “Maybe I will get to have a good grope of those tits “, he thought. "Please remove all your clothing," she told him in a very business like manner. "Mistress Alex will be along shortly." “What a kinky bitch that Mistress Alex is”, he thought as he began unbuttoning his shirt, and wondering exactly what she had in mind for tonight. Kittikins didn't take her eyes off him as he stripped, but Jack didn't give a damn. Knowing she was looking on actually made his cock begin to stiffen. As long as he got what he had come for, that's all that concerned him. He rather enjoyed being watched like that, especially when he removed his shorts and his cock dropped out in front of her. She smiled and indicated for him get onto the bed. Lazily he laid back on it, and then in a somewhat bored fashion he lifted his hands for her to lock into the cuffs. Jack knew the routine, tie him, tease him, and fuck him. From under the bed she produced two chains which she used to secure his ankles to the lower corners of the bed. Finally, she placed a black leather hood over his head. Two small holes allowed him to see. A small-unzipped opening over his mouth would allow him to speak, and tiny holes under his nose let in just enough air. A thick collar buckled around his neck secured the whole thing. "Mistress Alex will be along soon," she said, looking down and admiring Jack's naked body spread over the bed. Now in his forties, any good looks he may have had in his youth were now faded, however, Jack still took good care of his body. Kittikins licked her lips, smiled, and then left. Jack waited and waited. He usually didn't like to be kept waiting for anyone or anything, but for Mistress Alex he made an exception. He heard voices, but not his mistress's. It was Kittikins coming back with another man. Yes, they were in the room next door, and she was giving him the same instructions he had been given a few minutes earlier. Fuck this, he thought. He began to struggle to release his cuffed and chained hands, but it was useless. "Release me now," he shouted to the room next door. A minute or so later, Kittikins re-entered. "Now what's all this noise about Jack? You don't really want to leave do you? Mistress Alex has a special surprise for you tonight," she told him, smiling and leaning over to pull the zipper closed across his mouth. Around half an hour passed. He listened and heard more men being ushered in one by one. Each one receiving the same instructions he had been given. Jack's mind flooded with questions. How many men does that bitch intends fucking tonight? Why are we all in separate rooms? Damn it, why did she have to invite other men here tonight anyway? I'm enough to satisfy her, if she would just give me a chance! All the other women I have fucked before found me very satisfying. Jack stared down at his swollen cock. The mere idea of her with other men filled him confused thoughts of jealousy and lust. Why should he have to share her? But then, an insatiable woman like Alex was a challenge, and a challenge was something Jack just couldn't resist. He closed his eyes and began to fantasize about her golden patch of pubic hair soaked with the cum of other men. Of her coming to him and fucking him so hard and long she would eventually be completely satisfied, and realize she needed no other man. "You are the only one I need Jack. All the others are just little play toys", he would hear her say. His thoughts were interrupted by womens' voices, one Alex's, the other he didn't recognize. Good, at last she's here, and she's brought a friend, he mused as his cock began to twitch in anticipation. There was only one thing he enjoyed more than being fucked by a woman, and that was being fucked by more than one woman. He heard the sharp clicking of heels on the hard floor. Oh fuck yes, she must be wearing those damned spiked boots again, he thought, as he listened. The two women entered the small room, and walked over to the bed. Neither bothered to greet or speak to him. The other woman was around the same age as Alex, dressed in a dark suit, with immaculately groomed auburn hair that framed her attractive face. By her business-like attire Jack assumed she had just come from an office. As he had suspected, Alex wore her black leather boots. She complimented them with a matching corset, and gloves. "This one's rather feisty, but I can personally recommend him. He has good staying power and as you can see a nice full cock," Alex explained, playfully tapping his balls with her crop, then running the leather tip up the length of his shaft. She grinned, and shook back her long blond hair, as Jack's body tensed at her touch. It amused her to play with him like that. What would she do next? Slap him? Tap him? Or just tease him more? Nobody knew better than she who controlled Jack and his cock, restraints or no restraints. Jack tried to speak, he want to question what was going on, however his words were muffled behind the hood, as the two women continued to discuss his body and more particularly, his cock, as if it was a piece of merchandise. "Yes, good tight balls too I see." "Oh yes, and please feel free to check their weight Vivienne." The woman moved closer and cupped his testicles in her soft hand giving them a gentle squeeze, as if she were testing fruit for ripeness. "Mmm... Yes, you are right. They’re good and heavy. Well, he does look rather tasty Alex, but I think I'll stick with the black whore I saw on the way in. I just happen to feel like some dark meat tonight." Both women chuckled as they turned and walked out the door. Again Jack tired to speak. He kicked and squirmed about on the bed, but it was useless. Shaking his head, he raised his voice, but his muffled protests only became loud garble. "Will you excuse me a moment Vivienne? You can pay Kittikins at the desk and she will attended to everything," she said smiling, then walking back to Jack. He calmed himself as she smiled sweetly and leaned down to him. However as she grabbed hold of the top of the hood and brought her face down to his, her expression changed. "Now listen to me, and listen good! You're here to work. Did you think it would be all fun and games with me Jacky boy? That fucking bar doesn't make enough money to pay for the champagne I drink, let alone my designer clothes and my jewelry. And my penthouse and my Porsche? Who do you think is going to pay for them? Well?" Alex paused for a moment, glaring at him. "I'll tell you who," poking a finger in his chest, "you do, slut. You and that cock of yours are going to pay for all the things I want." Jack found it difficult to understand her logic, but then again, he wasn't exactly in a position to challenge her on the issue. She stood back and lightly flicked the tip of his cock with her whip, grinning as he flinched. "These are busy career women with needs. Only they can't go fucking their secretaries like some people." she hissed. "Now be a good little fucker and give them what they want Jacky!" She was about to walk away, but then turned and added, "You do want more of my sweet pussy, don't you Jacky?" He felt himself sweating under the hood, as she cupped one breast to her mouth before extending her long wet tongue out and over the nipple, "and my tits too? You do want more of my tits don't you? Not to mention everything else a woman like me can give a I can give a whore boy like you." She smirked as she waited for his answer. Fuck it, of course he wanted more of her. His addiction to sex and her kinky ways were things he simply had no control over. One day he would leave her. He would stop being unfaithful to his sweet wife and forget he had ever met Mistress Alex. Today, however, was not that day. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded his head. "Good boy Jacky, I knew you would make the right decision." A short time later, Alex returned with a big heavy woman, somewhere around forty, with dark shoulder length hair and caked on make up. Like the previous woman, this one too was dressed in business like manner. Her puffy pink lips curled immediately she saw Jack lying there. "This one is new?" "Yes, and he hasn't been used tonight either." "How much?" she asked. "The usual," Alex replied. "Good - leave us." Jack swallowed, and began to struggle and squirm against his restrains. He was Jack Jones, fucker of beautiful women. Not ugly harpies like her! Ignoring his muffled protests she hitched her skirt up past her hips then slipped her lacey panties down and off, before carelessly tossing them aside. She climbed onto the bed and without a word straddled Jack's lower body. Licking her lips she made a loud slurping sound, then smirked and blew him a kiss. "You better pray that fuck meat of yours stays good and hard for me whore boy," she warned. He shook his head, and she laughed at him. She grabbed hold of his head and forced him to nod a couple of times. "Yes, you want to fuck me really badly now. Don't whore boy?" Again she force him to nod his head. Poor Jack, his cock had a mind all of it's own. When his cock sensed a cunt nearby, and cunt, it just got hard, it didn't really matter what he wanted. He felt her sweaty fingers wrap around his shaft, then her sticky wetness rubbing against his cock head. For once in his life Jack wished he wasn't so damned horny. She positioned his cock between her heavy thighs, and then pushing her body down, she impaled herself on him. Repulsion, that is what he felt. Not so much because of her looks, but her attitude. This woman was using him - using his cock for her pleasure! Again and again she lifted herself up only to drop down to swallow up his defenseless cock into her insatiable cunt, until with one loud grunt she appeared to climax. Thank god she's finished, Jack thought, but then... "Lick me clean slut!" she demanded, sliding off his still hard cock and crawling up his body. Kneeling with her dripping cunt positioned over his face, she ripped open the zipper across his mouth. As Jack look upon the pump moist folds of her sex all he could think was, no way am I licking that bitch's cunt! "I said lick it!" she repeated, but he still refused to open his mouth. "Ok, you want to do it the hard way do you?" she said, grinning and reaching into her pocket. "Good I enjoy doing the hard way." She held a small metal contraption in front of his eyes, before moving back down between his legs. He still had a raging erection, although he really had no idea how he had managed it. Yes, for once in his life he wished he wasn't quite so damned horny. She placed the gadget over his cock and balls. The metal felt cold against his heat. She made a couple of quick adjustments and Jack felt it biting into his tender flesh. Fuck! It was so damned uncomfortable, and something was now jabbing at his cock head. "You know it can be a whole lot more painful than that, if I chose to make it that way. Now lick me clean whore boy!" Jack fought licking her wet cunt as she continued to tighten the contraption, until the pain became too much and he had no choice but to give in. Crawling back up, she positioned her cunt over his face and again lowered her body. Extending his tongue, he reluctantly began licking at her moist folds. All he could think was, fuck, what I am going to do if the bitch starts getting horny again? A light knock at the door, however, saved Jack. "Time's up unless you want to buy another thirty minutes Ma'am," a female voice announced. Reluctantly she climbed off and released his cock from its torture. She dressed and left without uttering another word. A few minutes later Kittikins entered carrying a bowl of soapy water, rubber gloves, and couple of towels. "Oh good I see your cock is still hard, that will save me a lot a work," she quipped. She placed the bowl down between his thighs, pulled on the tight rubber gloves and began rubbing the cloth over his cock and balls. The warm water was a welcome relief after that bitch had ridden him so hard. Kittikins patted his cock and balls dry with a fresh towel, then left the room only to return minutes later with a glass of water. She held it to his lips and poured a little into his mouth. "There's a good boy. Have a good rinse now," she instructed him, placing the bowel under his chin. Jack swilled the water around in his mouth, then spat it out, but he knew it would take more than that to get the taste of that bitch's cunt out of his mouth. Kittikins patted him affectionately on the head, then left him there helpless to do anything but to contemplate his hard and swollen cock as it throbbed there on his belly. He heard voices at the door again, and anxiously lifted his head to see who it was this time. His cock stood fully erect want he saw Mistress Alex enter with two young women. "Well what do you think Lucy... Ducy? Is this cock big enough for the two of you?" Mistress Alex asked with a grin. The women looked at each other and giggled. Both were attractive women in their mid twenties, with short blond hair. The matching outfits they wore, tights skirts and silk blouses, were perhaps some sort of uniform, Jack thought. "He'll do just fine thanks Alex," one replied. Alex closed the door as she left, and again the two women grinned at each other. "I know I lost the bet, but if I do it, you have to do it too." "No, that was not our agreement," the other woman argued. "You said if you lost, you would suck a man's cock... not us... you!" Giggling, she reached over and pinched her companion's breast. "Now let me see you do it Lucy." Lucy pouted. "But I've never sucked a real cock before. You'll have to show me how it's done." "Well, I haven't suck a real one before either!" "Maybe not, but you know about these things." "You a have tongue don't you dear? "Yes. Why?" Well, use it! And remember we've only booked this cock for half an hour! So for goodness sake - quit stalling!" "I know but I'm nervous," Lucy whined, licking her tongue over her lips, then slyly adding, "you always know how to make me relax Sugar. Help me to relax, please." Ducy grinned, the sight of her lover's pink wet tongue always got her excited. "I love when you call me 'Sugar'. The two women sat down on the end of the bed, now seemingly oblivious to Jack presence. Their lips touched, and he watched in awe as they embraced and kissed. A light gentle kiss with just the lips at first, then as their mouth parted for a moment he could see their tongues begin to swirl and dance just before they locked in a passionate embrace. As they drew apart, one began unbuttoning the other's blouse, confirming what Jack had suspected - she wasn't wearing a bra. Then as she unbuttoned her own, he realized neither of them wore anything under their blouses. Ducy cupped Lucy's breasts in her hands and leaned down, sucking gently on her nipples before kissing each one. He strained his neck to get a better look. He saw tits... big beautiful tits being touched by lovely long fingers with shiny red nails... wet tongues... flicking from between wet red lips... licking sweet young breasts. Oh fuck... Jack moaned as his whole body tensed. Panting like and animal his hips were thrusting as if fucking. His cock twitched uncontrollably then jerked as a stream of hot milky cum squirted over his belly and chest. As he heaved and panted to regain his breath, his cock became flaccid for the first time in many hours. He began to worry the women would be angry, but neither seemed to be interested in his cock anymore. One now had her hand up the other's skirt, and was slipping her blouse down over her shoulders. As she tossed it down on the bed Jack's limp cock and gob of cum on his belly caught her eye. "Oh look what's happen now." "It- it's not my fault," Lucy stammered, "I don't know how it happened do I? I didn't do anything!" "Well how long will it take to get hard again "I don't know I haven't fucked a man before." "Look that's cum. That white stuff all over his belly." Lucy leaned over and poked Jack's cock with her finger. He felt as if she were testing to see if it was still alive. "Oh let's forget about his silly old cock, and that stupid bet. You know what I want now don't you?" Ducy told her. Lucy looked relieved. "Oh but you don't get off that easily, I have fun idea." Jack the Brothel Slave "Will I think it's fun too?" Lucy quizzed her, a frown forming on her pretty face. It took Ducy less than a minute to slip out of her skirt and panties, and climb up on to the bed. She straddled his body with her back to him. The sight of her smooth white ass spread over his belly, so close to his face made his cock spring right back to life. As she wriggled about, he felt her cunt and ass sliding over his warm cum, and her pubic hair touching the base of his cock. How is she going to fuck me from that angle, Jack wondered. She grabbed hold of his cock and pulled it up between her own legs, but she no indention of fucking him. "Look Lucy," she said, with a giggle, " I have a cock now! Would you like to touch it?" "I'm not touching that thing!" "Oh go on don't be so silly," and with that Ducy grabbed Lucy's wrist, pulling her hand towards Jack's cock forcing her to touch him. Lucy gasped and lurched back, "It feels funny." "Come a little close honey and feel me. Feel your Sugar's cock. Sugar's cock won't feel funny." Lucy obliged, wrapping her arms around Ducy's neck, spreading her legs either side and press her body closer. Two wet cunts rubbing against Jack's cock! Could it really get any better? Sure if could - if just one of them would fuck him! "Now Lucy lift yourself up and let it slip inside you. Just pretend it's dicky dildo." "Dicky hasn't got a man attached to him!" Again both women giggled. "Oh forget it, I need you now," Ducy purred. "I want to please you like only I can." "Oh yes please, please me." Jack felt fingers rubbing against the side of his cock as the women gently finger fucked each other. He felt sticky wetness and soft velvety folds. He felt the gentle scratching of public hair at the base of his cock. Jack however, did not feel his cock getting fucked! Two dripping wet cunts and one rock hard cock. Two women finger fucking each other while his big fat hard on went begging. It just didn't seem right to Jack. The sight of Ducy's sweet young ass wriggling about on his belly caused Jack to writhe, and then moan loudly, but that seemed to startle the two women. "What's wrong with him?" "Nothing, but I think his cock is going to squirt again." "Oh how messy! Let's forget about this silly business and see if there is a spare room around here?" "Ok, but only if you let me cuff you to the wall." Both women giggled as they climbed off him. Then picking up their discarded clothing they left Jack and his poor throbbing cock laying there. Just as after the last woman left Kittikins came in, cleaned his cock, and left him lying there for the next customer's use. “Oh please, fuck me, somebody, anybody, just fuck me! I NEED to be fucked!” He pleaded silently to himself. Just then he saw the answer to his frustration standing in the door way in the form five inch spiked shiny red stiletto heels, slim long legs covered by sheer black stockings, an irresistibly short tight shirt, and tits to die for! Then as his gaze traveled up to her face, Jack's eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped. He recognized the woman. She was his father's secretary, Amanda Moore. Damn it, this was amazing! He had been trying to think of way to get into her panties for months. Only two things had stood in his way. One, he knew there would be hell to pay if he was caught. But even more so it was Amanda herself. The snooty bitch just seemed to be immune to his charm. He had overheard men talking in the bathroom. "She's a fucking lezzo. That's why she won't fuck any of the men around here." He would have agreed, only she didn't seem interested in women either. Her resistance to his advances only served to make her even more intriguing to him. Oh fuck how sweet this was. Now he would get to fuck Amanda Moore! Then it dawned on him - “Fuck it, who can I tell?” Amanda paying for sex? But why would a beautiful woman like her have to pay? He was about to find out. Within seconds of the door closing she had shimmied out of her skirt and removed her flimsy blouse. Jack knew she had a great body, but now seeing her standing there in her lacey black bra and matching thong he felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Any woman with a body like that would have to be a great fuck, he just knew it! Leaving her shoes and stockings on, she climbed onto the end of the bed and knelt there with her thighs spread wide. Already a wet spot had form on her satin crotch. He watched as she slowly licked one finger, and then ran its wetness down between her lovely full breasts. Amanda obviously had no idea it was Jack lying there behind the mask. "You like what you see don't you, you big man?" He opened his mouth to answer her, then quickly stopped himself. The zipper on his hood had been left open, but he realized just one word could reveal his identity so he nodded his head vigorously instead. He watched as she reached down into the front of her bra to pull out a length of scarlet red ribbon, the same rich colour as her lips. What did she intend to do with that, he thought. Well he didn't care what kinky little games she wanted to play, so long as he got to fuck her hot pussy. She leaned over and he felt her slender fingers touching his cock. Oh yes that felt so good, but then... fuck it! She was tying the ribbon around his balls! Several times she wrapped it around, before knotting it tightly. "You don't particularly like that do you?" she purred, smiling softly down at him. "Well that's just fine with me, you're not mean to like it." Jack was in a dilemma. If he spoke out, his identity would be revealed. If he didn't he would have to endure the agony of having his balls feeling like they were about to burst. He gazed upon her soft curves and smooth creamy skin and bit down on his lower lip. Yes, fucking her would be worth every bit of the pain. "Oh this awful bra is so uncomfortable," she complained, slipping her hands behind her back to unfasten it, then letting her lovely breasts fall free. "I'm sure brassieres must have been invented by a man." Jack swallowed hard. He couldn't remember when he had last seen such great tits. He loved tits. Actually, he had never seen a pair he didn't like. Holding her bra above him, she then swung it backward and forwards, allowing its soft satin and contrasting lace to brush against his cock as it stood to attention between his legs. She then carelessly dropped it down on his chest. "Men, you are all the same. You just don't care. All you want is sex... Sex! Sex! Sex!" she lamented. Just hearing that woman utter those words was almost enough to make Jack's cock explode. Cupping her breasts in her hands, she began rubbing her erect nipples between her fingers and thumbs. "Fuck them, and forget them, that's how you all are. Well here's one fuck you're not going to get you big horny bastard!" Jack began to panic. Maybe she did know his identity after all. "I don't need a fucking man to satisfy me," she continued, holding one hand up to Jack's face a wriggling her long fingers. "I can take care of myself!" Slowly she slid one hand down over her belly and between her legs. She pulled the crotch of her thong to one side to reveal the velvety pink folds of her sex. Her dark rose coloured clit protruded from between the sweet folds of her pussy as she began to rub her fingers over and around it. "Oh yes watch my fingers. I don't need any fucking man to fuck me. Fuck you! Fuck all men!" Tossing her long dark hair back over her shoulders, she closed her eyes and moaned softly. Then, right there in front of him, she masturbated. Within minutes her breath became short pants and a light perspiration began to glisten on her pale, flawless skin. It was difficult for Jack to see exactly what she was doing down there because he needed to relax his head back every few minutes, but he could certainly hear every bit of her self-pleasure as her fingers slipped in and out making little squelchy noises. Obviously she had become very wet. Jack often wondered how wet Amanda's cunt got. Now he had a very good idea. The sweet smell of her perfume, combined with that of her young aroused body put Jack in a frenzied state of sexual excitement. Her lips parted slightly as soft moans soon became loud cries and she continued to plunge her fingers deep into her wetness. Jack watched as her body quivered and then with several deep thrusts she climaxed. Jack wanted to shout, to beg – “What about me? Please don't leave me like this.” But he couldn't. Amanda smiled down at him, “Oh that was good. That was just so fucking good you have no idea how wonderful my fingers felt." “I just saw Amanda Moore finger fuck herself”, he thought as she climbed off the bed and began dressing. “The same Amanda Moore every damned man in my office wants - and I can't tell a fucking soul“ She was about to leave when Alex came to the door. "How was he?" "Fucking useless. I had to do myself again. All men are the same, fucking useless!" Alex grinned over at Jack and winked. Kittikins entered a short time later. When she had finished washing him, she teased, "Oh dear look at your poor cock Jack." She bit down on her lower lip and grinned. She looked around behind her and listen for a moment. The silence confirmed what she hoped... none one was near. Her hands shook as she began to stroke Jack's hard shaft with her fingertips. Sure, she knew the rules. No touching the men unless it was for the purpose of preparing them, but Jack's cock was just too tempting. "You know it's just not fair really, I never get any cock around here. I wash them, I dry them, I make them good and hard. But do I ever get to suck or fuck one? No!" she told him, pouting as she stared down at his throbbing erection. "You don't mind if I have a little lick now, do you Jack?" As Jack look up he could see her eyes now focused on his cock. Her breathing seemed to have quicken. Surely this was a rhetorical question. The zipper on his hood had been closed again, so he nodded his head. She let her tongue loll about on her lower lip for a moment, then crawling up onto the bed, she placed her hands on his thighs and leaned down. He closed his eyes as he felt her warm breath on his cock, just before she licked the full length of his shaft. Then grinning and appearing more relax after the initial contact, she parted her lips pushed them over Jack's cock head, but then.... "Tsk tsk" It was Alex. "Come now Kittikins, you know better than that." Releasing his cock from her mouth, Kittikins lurched back, and gasped in surprise. Her pink lipstick was smeared all over his cock, there was no denying what she had been up to. Kittikins however, knew how to deal with the situations. "Oh, but Mistress Alex, it's not my fault, I was just washing Jack's cock when he started talking all this dirty stuff to me. And then..." Clearly her mind was racing trying to think of what to say next, "…and then he started shaking his cock around, and begging me to suck him off! Honestly Mistress, it's Jack's fault, not mine!" Alex stood there with her arms crossed, considering the situation, "I understand Kittikins. You have a very tough job around here putting up with all these whores." She smiled and stepped forward to gently kissed the girl on the top of her head. "Jacky boy, you're one disgusting whore," she said turning her attention to him. "You thought you could take advantage of my sweet and innocent little Kittikins, didn't you?" Then turning back to the girl, "Fetch me my crop. I think this slut boy needs to be taught some manners." Kittikins quickly scampered out the door, wanting to please her mistress and get herself out of trouble. When Kittikins returned, Jack moaned through the leather hood. She was carrying Mistress Alex's crop in front of her in both hands, as if it were a delicate prized possession. Kittikins knelt. Her knees were parted wide. Her eyes were kept lowered. She lifted the crop up to her mistress with both hands. "Thank you pet. You may watch now." Realizing how vulnerable he was in this position, Jack managed a muffled protest. "Don't worry Jacky boy, I promise I'll try not to hit that horny cock of yours, or your precious balls." She laughed and swung the crop though the air. It made a wooshing sound as it cut through the air, striking across his bare chest. The stinging lash across his nipples caused his whole body to jerk. She delivered the second lash across the top of his thighs, and it was just as painful, leaving another long red welt. The third strike wasn't quite so powerful, however it landed right across his balls. His legs shook uncontrollably. His entire body writhed violently. He had never felt such sweet pain in all his life. "Oos!" His mistress said with a snigger. Kittikins stifled a giggle behind her hand. "Now Jack, I think we will leave you here for a little while so you can think about what a whore you have been." Pain and pleasure, there was always such a fine line between the two. He craved sweet agony. It always got him so excited. How and why, he didn't understand or care. He just knew always wanted and needed more. Later when he would leave he still wouldn't have the answers. He never would. Jack served two more women that evening before being released and allowed to go home, well after midnight. By the time the last woman used him, he was so damned exhausted, he could do no more than just lay there and get sucked and fucked. He replayed the evening in his head as he drove home. His cock felt raw and used, but he felt good and satisfied. He knew he would sleep well tonight. As he staggered through the house towards the bedroom he noticed a light on. Susan had waited up for him. "Oh you should have gone to sleep princess," he said, leaning over to gently kiss her forehead. "I didn't mind Jack." She smiled and rolled over, then as if it was an after thought she added, "Jack, about that diamond bracelet, you know the one I saw at Ralph's last month." "Honey, you know you don't need jewelry. You're beautiful enough without it," he said, lifting her tiny hand to his lips and gently kissing it. Fucking women, flattery will do the trick every time, he thought smugly. Besides he had been planning to buy that bracelet for Mistress Alex. Yes, he was sure a gift like that would cement their relationship. "Oh but Jack, I really want it so badly," she continued, "and Jack, we don't want Daddy to find out how hard you've been working lately, now do we?" Her sweet smile didn't disguise for a moment what she really meant. "Jack, I'm feeling so horny right now. I really am," she said, sitting up and slipping her nightgown down she expose her bare shoulders. Jack froze. Suddenly the cold hard reality of the situation hit him - his Mistress Alex was no longer the only woman in his life who had him by his balls. **** Particularly if you like this story, please take a moment to vote and perhaps sent a short feedback message. Voting and feedback are the only ways amateur authors like me have of knowing how we are doing. Thank you, Alex (fem)