0 comments/ 75919 views/ 1 favorites Male Slave By: deepmuffquest One day a sexy brunette with beautiful eye beautiful tits and a nice figure was watching from her car looking at the fitness center waiting till she finds a perfect male that walks out. She had handcuffs ready and a gagging mask prepared for the kidnapping. Then she saw and tall tan muscular guy walking into the fitness center. She decided not to wait instead she walked inside following where he was going. She saw him enter the solo steam room where he was only in a towel. She walked around looking for a towel but couldn't find one so she striped and walked into the solo steam room. He saw here sexy body that was all perfect her breast were nice and medium. He stared in awe while she rubbed his body and started kissing his chest. When he decided to push her towards his cock she grabbed his throat and said "Don't you dare touch me unless I say so" She put the gagging mask on him and handcuffed him while he struggled. She put on her clothes and dressed him up. Then she said "Come with me and you will not get hurt. act as normal and follow me. He did as she told and followed her out to the car. She pushed him into the back seat and got into the car and drove off. "Where are you taking me?" The male slaved asked not knowing he was now hers. "You are now my slave you will stay with me and fallow my every command if you do otherwise you shall be severely punished. I am you mistress you will treat me as such understood." "Yes, mistress." He had no idea how bad this slave job can be until he reach the house. I was a nice place it had a pool and a fairly big house. She parked her car and pulled him out of the car. she walked him into the house and handed him and pair of tight stretchy shorts and said, "Put this on that is the only thing you are allowed to ware unless I say otherwise." She took him to her room. "This is my room you sleep right there." She pointed to some chains hanging from the ceiling. "After you change report outside by the pool I will be waiting." He changed into the uncomfortable pair of shorts and walked outside. There he saw her in a two piece swimsuit lying on the pool chair. He walked out and stood there. "Now slave I wanted you to lye underneath this chair and stick your head from underneath through the hole." He did waiting for what to do next. "Now I am going to sit on you face and you have to eat my pussy till I cum three times. After the third time you will eat my breast and eat my ass." He obeyed he started eating her juicy pussy licking and biting hard. Then the mistress lowered the chair with the handle on the side to push his face in deeper he started to bit and her clit till she lower the chair all the way making it harder for him to breathe and he still managed to get air and he pushed his face in deeper to taste her core and forced herself on his face harder at that second when they push at the same time he tasted the tip of her pussy never thought possible to reach there he started licking like crazy. She started to moan and her pussy pounding. "I'M cummmmmmmmmming arggghhhhhhhh arggggggggggggh!" He was eating all the cum before it got all over him it was a taste he could quite describe except irresistible he wanted more. he started eating the walls of her pussy biting harder and her clit licking faster pumping harder into her pussy. She screamed and started fainting but forced herself to be awake for the second cumming. "I'M cummming arrrrrrrgggggh arrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh arrrrrrrrghhhhhhh! it was even more harder the second time for her body to put up with the load of cum but there was still one more to go and she would not stay awake for this. He grabbed her butt pulling her down further till he tasted her core again licking it fast because it is every women's tickle spot and she squirmed and scream when her third and most powerful load came she started sweating while he was eating her up she passed out and fell to the floor. He got out of his spot with his face all red and went up to her waking her up. He splashed some cold pool water on her and woke her up. She started opening her eyes. Then he smiled and she turned over revealing her ass to him he started licking her ass good tasting her hole was interesting to him and he liked it. She stopped him and said "My breasts need you." He undid her top piece of her swimsuit and started licking here tits till they stuck out. She was moaning from the tingle that she felt from his tongue. He started munching on her breast like a sandwich. Enjoying this the mistress realized how good he was and said that if he was even better the next day she will give him a surprise but that is another day. Male Slave "I am here to serve you, my lady." I kneel before you, gazing first at your stern but gentle face, then your full breasts peeking out from behind the two halves of the black gown you wear, then down further to that most private place between your thighs. I feel the riding crop you hold touch the base of my chin, lifting up my head so that I look at you again. "Get on your hands and knees." "Yes, my lady." I do as you bid, and you run the tip of the riding crop down my back, sliding through the crack of my ass, then gently cradle my balls with it. You give a sharp, but not painful slap across my buttocks with the crop. I bite my lower lip. "If you do not obey, it will be harder, do you understand?" "Of course, my lady." "All right. Lie on your back." I lie down on the warm carpet, feel its softness against my back. You remove your gown, straddle me. I look up at you, sensing the powerfulness of your presence, the control I have given to you over my actions. You move forward, then crouch down so that your cunt is only inches from my face. "Lick me," you order. I lift my head, put out my tongue and begin to run it slowly back and forth along your labia. You smell sweet, you taste delicious, of raspberry wine. You sigh as you feel my tongue sliding around the folds, finding hidden crevices, thrusting up into the deepness of your cunt, then curling around the tiny bud of your clitoris. "Use your hands, too." I lift my hand, slide two fingers up into the depths of your sex, feeling the slipperiness, the wetness, and as my tongue laves your clitoris, I begin to thrust my fingers in and out. We continue like that for several long moments as you enjoy the warm sensations spreading through your body. I glance up for a moment, see your breasts hanging above my eyes. I reach up with my other hand, begin to squeeze first one, then the other, rubbing and pinching the nipples between my finger and thumb, feeling them harden. "Enough there," you say sharply, rising, turning around and straddling me in the opposite direction. You lower your buttocks to me again, squatting above me, the beauty and deliciousness of your nether regions open to my gaze and touch. "Continue." I lick again at your cunt, tasting its nectar-like wetness, then flick my tongue up and encircle the rosebud of your ass, twisting my tongue and stabbing it into the tiny hole. You moan, and I feel you grasp my cock with your hand and begin to stroke its length. It loves the feel of your tightening fingers and it begins to harden, its length increasing, its shaft pulsing with desire. "Enough." You let go of me, and rise to your feet, standing away from me. "Get on your hands and knees again." I do so, seeing you from the corner of my eye strap something around your waist. Then you straddle my legs behind me. I feel your finger smearing my ass with a cool liquid. "Do you like that , slave?" "Yes, my lady." And I do, it feels sensuous. Then I feel your finger penetrating my bum slowly, widening it. "Do you like that, slave?" I moan at the tingling sensations of your finger thrusting in and out and I gasp out, "Yes, my lady." Your finger leaves me. Then I feel something larger push against my hole, feel the pressure as you slowly insert the dildo strapped around your waist. The slipperiness of the lubrication makes its entry easier and I feel the strong pressure as its wideness enters my rectum. I groan and feel my cock getting harder. Then, as you begin to pump the rubber cock in and out of my ass, you reach beneath me and grasp my thick member, your fingers encircling the shaft, your hand beginning to pump in an alternate rhythm to that which is shoving into my bum. I groan with the build-up of my inner sensations. "Don't cum until I tell you, slave." "Uhhn--"I can only gasp out. "I'm almost there already." "I want your cum, slave. No one, nothing else can have it. It's mine, do you understand?" This while you thump into my ass and yank on my cock. "Yes, my lady." I feel the suddenly rush deep within my bowels. "My lady---I'm beginning to cum!!" I cry out. I feel the dildo suddenly pop out of my ass, feel the aching left behind and the sensation of its presence still there. You release my cock, push me over onto my back and the cumming sensation subsides for just a moment. For you grab my throbbing shaft anew, cover its tip with your mouth and rub the hard column vigourously. At the same time, you slide a finger into my ass and begin to thrust in and out. Now the sensations within me are too much. I cry out aloud, feel the gushing from the depths of my bowels, then my hips buck up into the air, thrusting my cock deep into your mouth as my hot jism spouts into your throat. You pull off me, strings of my cum dangling from your lips to my cock and I continue spurting onto your face and neck and breasts as you finish pumping my cock in steady, firm movements. I moan softly as you release my sex and slip your finger from my ass. I glance at you, my white sperm splattered across your body. "Did I please you, my lady?" "Yes," you say with a smile. "Very much so." "What else may I do to pleasure you, my lady?" I inquire. Male Slave For Rent Ch. 01 "We've come up with the most perfect birthday gift for you, Sylvie," my friend Irma said. "We saw it advertised in a magazine. Don't open it till you get home." She handed me an envelope. A gift certificate, evidently. I opened the envelope when I got back to my apartment. It was a gift certificate, sort of. "Your friend's subscription entitles you to the services of one genuine slave for twelve hours, commencing seven a.m. July 29th. He is charged with doing whatsoever you command him to do, barring illegal acts or acts that will hurt himself or you or anyone else." Great idea, I thought. Irma knows what a rotten housekeeper I am. Another piece of paper fell out of the envelope. It was a note from Irma. "Make the most of him," it said. "You've only got him for twelve hours. And by the way, this was advertised in a porno magazine, so don't waste his time washing dishes." My cunt suddenly clenched inside my panties. A sex slave! Is that what it meant? I could sure do with one. My life had been devoid of fucking for far too long. A sex slave could be made to do all sorts of far-out intimate things an ordinary boy-friend might be too shy for. Anyway, I was between boy-friends. But surely, sex slaves were just things in our fantasies? No man was going to put himself in the hands of a strange woman and perform whatever disgusting, perverted sexual acts she demanded. I went to bed thinking about what disgusting, perverted sexual acts I'd want my slave to do. I got so horny I had to get my vibrator to keep me company. Masturbation was great---heaven, in fact---but it would have been so much better if it was a man doing it to me. What would a sex slave be like, doing whatever my perverted, sex starved body demanded? I was wakened next morning by the door chimes. I looked at the clock. Seven o'clock. My heart skipped. Could this be Him? My cunt began to do strange things in anticipation of the orgy that might lie ahead. I always slept in the nude. It felt so much more sexy, and I could get at myself more easily when I felt like playing with myself, which was quite often. I didn't bother to put on a robe. If this was really Him, then I'd see what sort of reaction I got. I looked through the peep-hole in the door. It was a man, but what else did I expect? A sign saying "Sex slave"? I'd never before opened the door to a stranger and stood there stark naked, flashing my tits at him and inviting him in. I would have liked to, but I never had the balls. I screwed up my courage, and opened the door. "Sylvia?" the man asked, looking at me appreciatively. "I'm to be your slave for the day. May I come in?" May he? I felt like grabbing him and hauling him inside. he looked so good. About twenty five, my age. Blond, nice smile, crinkly green eyes. Taller than me. And built! I couldn't wait to see just how built! Instinctively, I looked down at his crotch. There was a bulge in his pants that was far more protrusive than most men showed. Perhaps the sight of my naked body was already giving him a cock-stand. I hoped so. A girl likes to be appreciated. He came in, and put down his small suit-case. "It's to be my pleasure to do your bidding," he said, smiling and looking me over with no sign of embarrassment at having a strange woman standing in front of him with cunt-juice already wetting her thighs. "What is your pleasure, Mistress?" "Fucking," I said quickly. "I hope it's yours, too." "My pleasure is to pleasure my Mistress," he said. "Your command?" Suddenly faced with the reality, I couldn't think of any of the wonderful sexy ideas I'd had as I frigged myself in bed the night before. But one thing I did know, I wanted to see what made that bulge in his pants. "First off," I said, "let's get you dressed more appropriately for a slave. Strip off. Everything. I want you balls naked." "Your wish is my command, Mistress," he said, and began to unbutton his shirt. That settled it. He wasn't there just to vacuum the carpet. I changed my mind. "No. I think I'm going to strip you myself." I loved the idea of peeling a man. I'd never actually done it. I was sure I'd cream myself the moment his prick came into view. I finished undoing the buttons, and opened his shirt. It was a lovely chest, broad, suntanned, hairy enough to be macho but not too matted. I wanted to suck his nipples, but there were other pleasures in store. I pulled the shirt off his arms, and got on my knees to work on his belt. Then his zipper, and I was able to pull his pants down to his feet. He stepped out of them, and this gorgeous hunk was naked except for a pair of skimpy white briefs that were little more than a jock strap. The bulge was still there, level with my eyes, forcing out the crotch of his briefs at the base of a nicely trim belly. I couldn't wait to see what goodies were inside there. I took the waist band in both hands, and slowly peeled it down his belly. First a mass of curly blond bush came in sight. Then, as I eased it over the cheeks of his ass and down to his thighs, a jumble of genitalia that had been for too long tightly confined poured out. There was so much of it. First his tumescent prick sprang up. It stood out from the bottom of his belly, pointing slightly upward, the knob at the end wonderfully swollen and redder that the dark pink shaft. I love to look at a cock, but a man's balls in their silky bag are the most vulnerable part of him, and I couldn't resist reaching out to cup that soft handful. Usually in the warmth of the bedroom the scrotums I've been able to hold have been relaxed, dangling loosely between the men's thighs. But my slave had just come in from the cold, and his balls were held close up against his crotch inside a tightly shrunk bag that I could hold easily in one hand. It felt hard and firm, matching the firmness of the prick that reached out so aggressively toward my mouth. I got reluctantly to my feet. "I need a shower," I said. "Better still, a bath. You can bathe me." My slave went into the bathroom to turn on the water. My hands went down of their own accord to my pussy. My twat was on fire inside. I'd never thought just the sight of a prick could affect me this way. Possibly it was the subconscious knowledge that it was all mine for the day. I owned it. Or at least I was renting it. Renting a prick! What a great idea! One finger found my clit and rubbed it round and round. Another opened my salivating cunt lips and slid inside. Nothing like as good as a man's fingers, but they could come later. All sorts of exciting ideas were beginning to flood back into my mind, and I leaned back against the wall frigging myself while I thought about the day to come. I was still dreamily masturbating my twat with both hands when the bathroom door opened and my slave was beside me. "Your bath is ready, Mistress," he said, his expression unchanging as he saw me guiltily snatch my hands away from my crotch. I know I blushed clear down to my tits. I'll have a lot more to blush at before the day's out, I thought, and went into the bathroom and stepped into the bath. "If Mistress would care to lie back and relax, I'll start with your beautiful feet," my slave said. He poured liquid soap into one hand, and lifted my two feet with the other, and began to soap my feet and massage them, moving steadily up my calves to my knees. Then he sat me up while he caressed my neck and massaged my shoulders and my back. It was sexily stimulating, but it was relaxing at the same time. I was so relaxed with my eyes closed, that when one hand slipped soapily under my breast and raised it and began to knead it I gasped with surprise and pleasure. And then two hands were reaching down over my shoulders to cup and squeeze and knead and caress and fondle both my breasts at once, slippery fingers rubbing my nipples and squeezing them and rolling them until I was gasping with delight at every new sensation that tightened my tits and coursed through my body into the depths of my vagina. The ecstasy stopped at last, and he whispered that I should stand up. The soaping and caressing continued over my belly and down my back, hands clasping my ass cheeks and pulling them apart to open my crack, a finger probing to find the entrance to my anus and soap it thoroughly. As the hands moved nearer to my crotch and began to soap my muff, my whole vagina was spasming with the need for something to fill it. But the hands moved down to my knees, and for a moment I was afraid he wasn't going to give my twat the attention she craved. But my slave moved gradually up again, firmly turning me to the front so that he could spread my legs apart and work his way up the soft insides of my thighs. And at last he reached my crotch, caressing the little hollow each side of the opening of my cunt. My thighs opened wider by themselves, and I could feel how spread apart my aching cunt-hole was. My swelling cunt-lips must be protruding out of the hole instead of being enclosed, I knew. I wished I could see myself in the mirror. He rinsed his hands, and gently sponged the soap away from the area all round my twat. Then his fingers went to work again, exploring and opening every part of my throbbing genitalia and sluicing them with warm water. My clit was in heaven as his fingers pressed against the fleshy hood that enclosed her, pulling it upward to expose the little knob, and then rubbing and squeezing as they had my nipples. At the same time I could feel first one and then two fingers probing their way into my vulva, past the inner lips, opening up the pulsating canal and moving about like the head of a snake to excite every corner of my vagina. I was moaning, then crying, and suddenly I let out an anguished cry and put my hands out to rest my weight on my slave's head as my thighs opened and closed and my crotch writhed and my whole cunt went into orbit. I came and came, and all the time my slave continued to diddle me in ways that kept my orgasm going as if it would never stop. When it was finally over, my slave gently lowered me into the bath water again, and washed the soap off my body. I wanted to thank him for a wonderful orgasm, but then I had a perverse idea that I wanted to really treat him like a slave, and not a lover. I looked up to where his prick was protruding from his groin, right above my face. Playing with my body had evidently excited him. Inflamed him, I should say, because his cock was a huge, rigid rod with a head that was so engorged its surface was stretched taut, smooth and shiny and bright red. "That's a magnificent big fucking organ you've got there," I said. "I'd love to see it in action. I've only ever had a man cum inside me, I've never watched a man masturbate. Show me how you do it." "It's my pleasure to obey you, Mistress," my slave said. I bet it was! He poured some liquid soap into one hand, and took his tool in hand. His thumb was on top, and his fingers enclosed it underneath. Then he began to stroke, backwards and forwards, at the same time rubbing the sensitive head with his thumb. He mashed that mutton slowly and methodically at first, looking at me, running his eyes over all my nakedness. But it wasn't long before the strokes became faster, and he was jerking himself off as hard as he could. He was panting, just the way I had been. "I'll have to cum in the basin, Mistress," he gasped. "There's going to be a lot of it." "Don't you dare!" I said. "I want to watch you cum. I want to watch you ejaculate all that jism you've been holding back in those balls. I want you spurting that lovely cum all over me." He was too far gone to answer. He stepped closer to the bath and pointed his cock down toward my cunt. I put my hands under my ass and lifted myself so that my cunt was clear out of the water, ready to receive it. And then he was cumming. I'd never imagined how violent it could be. He yelled, and a jet of white jism spurted out of the hole in the end of his knob and spattered on my belly. He jerked his prick again, and ejaculated again, soaking my belly and my bush and my twat with creamy cum. He was wasting it. I pointed to my mouth. "This way," I said. "Give it to me in my mouth." I opened my mouth, and he turned and pointed his prick that way. A stream of cum soaked my face, and I was able to lick some of that hot thick jism into my mouth. With every jerk he ejaculated again, with so much pressure the stream of sperm must have been at least two feet long. My face was covered with it. I lost count of how many times he ejaculated, but before he'd finished I found myself mashing my twat as fiercely as he was bashing his bishop. I was rubbing his cum into my cunt with one hand, and rubbing his cum round my face and into my mouth with the other. And before his ejaculations were finished I was cumming again, crying out with the intensity of my orgasm. When we were both finished, he washed me off and lifted me bodily out of the bath and dried me with a towel. I expected to see a prick that was drooping and too pooped to pecker, but my slave's fucking machine looked as if it was still in fine working order. I was wondering why I'd made him masturbate instead of stuffing that great organ up inside me right there in the bath, but then I remembered I'd decided to dedicate this day to the kind of sex my boy friends hadn't got around to. But I was determined to have that big prick inside me before the day was out. I'd often thought of shaving my pussy, but I'd never got round to doing it. It would be exciting to have it shaved by my slave. I could just imagine his fingers touching it all over, and the nakedness of it when he'd finished. I lay back on the bed. and opened my legs wide. "The scissors and lady-shaver are on the dressing table," I said. "My pussy needs a haircut." Male Slave For Rent Ch. 02 I laid there and thrilled to the feel of my slave's fingers all over my twat, holding it, feeling it for smoothness, pulling my cunt lips aside, running the warm shaver head all over it. She was salivating so much cunt juice by the time he'd finished that he had to keep drying her so as not to soak the shaver. When he was finished, my whole crotch was beautifully smooth and pink and naked. It looked so kissable I wanted to be able to kiss it myself. Suddenly I remembered the small suitcase my slave had brought with him. "What's in your case?" I asked. "Some sex toys, Mistress, and a few other things that might increase your enjoyment." "Get them out, then," I said. "I'm a country girl when it comes to things like that. They sound fun." He had a wonderful collection of goodies. Some of them he had to explain, because I'd never been in a sex shop. There were some gorgeous sexy undies. There were all sorts of dildos, one with balls you could fill with cream and squeeze to make it spurt out of the knob. And lots of what he called vibrating masturbators of various sizes. There were some cup shaped gadgets for exciting the nipples and making them harder. There were cock rings and scrotum rings that he said were for making a man maintain a hard-on longer. There were some dinky bras that left the nipples naked. And there were some love potions that I laughed at. "Mistress may laugh," my slave said, "but this one for females will prolong the sexual urge through orgasm after orgasm. This one for men I take myself." "My god, it certainly does things for you!" I said, looking at his prick, which still maintained its stiffness. "I'm going to need some. How much do I need to take?" My slave measured me out a dose, and I drank it. If there were side effects, I was past caring. I just wanted this sexual experience to go on and on for the twelve hours of my slave's contract. "Does anything here excite my Mistress's pleasure?" my slave asked. "You bet it does," I said. "The whole works. I'd like to be dressed by a man instead of undressed, so you can dress me up in a full set of those gadgets. Everything my body will take. I don't suppose I can use the cock rings anywhere, but you can. Let me see how they work." My slave took a plastic cock ring and placed it on the end of his prick. I couldn't see how he was going to get it over a knob that was still swollen larger than the shaft. "Let me do it," I said. I'd been wanting to take that lovely dick in my hand again. I could hardly get my small hand round it. The ring just wouldn't pass over the engorged knob. I knelt down and took the knob in my mouth and sucked it, making it nice and wet. And with some difficulty I managed to slide the head of his prick through the ring, and finally get the ring all the way down the shaft to where it joined his scrotum. Then he showed me how to wrap the gadget with the velcro ends round his scrotum and over his cock, and do it up tightly so that his ball bag was a tight sphere hanging right out in front of his thighs under his cock. "Now I want the works," I commanded. "A gentle masturbater first," my slave said. "To keep you worked up while I dress you." He selected a small vibrator not much thicker than a finger, and slid it up my cunt. That was the sort of feeling I'd like to have all day long, a gentle fullness that went on for ever. But then I screamed. My cunt was going wild, and incredible things were happening deep inside my vagina. My pelvis began to jerk and I had to grab my cunt with my hand. "It's a vibrator," my slave said, "But it's only at half strength. Does my mistress not like it?" "My god, it's incredible," I gasped. "I've never felt anything like it. Did you say this was a gentle one?" "There are some far better ones in here. You may like to try them later, when you get used to this one." Once the first shock was over, I was beginning to get used to the pulsing inside my cunt. It was no longer a delicious agony. It was simply a continuing bliss, like having my clit continually diddled. Next my slave asked me to wet one of my aureola with my finger, and fitted a suction cup over it, twisting it on the aureole to get a good fit. Then he flipped a lever, and I exclaimed at the excruciating pleasure as if a mouth was fastened round my nipple and my aureole, sucking at them so hard I could hardly bear the pleasure. "You suck the other nipple," I gasped. "As hard as you can, before you put that gadget on. And I'll see how it compares with the gadget." My slave put his mouth over my whole aureole, and sucked me into his mouth. I cried out again at the double delight. And when he operated the second suction cup the pleasure was so much more intense I wasn't sure I could stand it. The tingling in my cunt was almost forgotten. "I've got a couple of girl friends coming in for coffee and birthday cake at ten," I said. "I don't know if I'll be able to face them if I'm feeling like this." "Mistress is going to feel ten times as much pleasure," my slave said. "This is only the beginning." He took out of his case a bright red shiny nylon brassiere. I'd never had a man fit a bra on my globes before. It was even more sexy than having a man remove it. Most of the bra was underneath my tits, lifting them tightly. The centers were cut right out, so that my nipples and the suction cups poked through. And the material fitted so tightly all round that my breasts were being forced out through the center holes. The next item was a cute little pendant in the shape of a tiny bell which actually rang when you shook it. My slave knelt down in front of me, and once again lifted the fleshy hood over my clit, forcing the little nut out so that he could fasten the clip of the pendant onto it. Two similar bells he clipped to my two outer lips. "You'll jingle with every movement of your cunt," he said. "Won't my panties stop them moving?" "Your panties are designed to go nowhere near your cunt, Mistress," he assured me. "A cunt as pretty as this should never be enclosed." By now my whole body was on fire. My nipples were bursting, my breasts felt as if a pair of hands was holding them tightly, my cunt was throbbing, and my clit and my cunt-lips were so engorged the pendant clips were nipping them like teeth. My slave produced the skimpiest garter belt, and tightened it round my waist. I had to move over and stand in front of the pier glass so as to see what I looked like. The garter belt was in the same scarlet shiny nylon as the bra, and I both looked and felt like a stripper. Except that I was being dressed, not stripped. Stockings were next. I'd never worn stockings before. My slave gently rolled them up to my thighs, his hands so caressing and exciting as they neared my crotch. This was far better than having a pair of clumsy hands hastily hauling down my panty hose. With the garters clipped to the stockings, I really looked like a whore. Even without the dildo inside my vagina driving me mad, the sight would have inflamed me. My slave reached up to my cunt, and drew out the little masturbator. He got out of his case one which was longer and far thicker. In fact it was frighteningly long, so long I couldn't believe a vagina could take anything so immense. "This one is for wearing all day, Mistress," he said. "Without the vibrator, it gives a wonderful feeling of deep pleasure. With the vibrator it has a very, very profound ffect." He put a very realistic cock head between my lips, and pushed the dildo gently up into my cunt, twisting and pushing till it filled my vagina further up into my belly than any man's prick had ever done. "It fits right inside, and your lips can close over it and no-one need know it's there." "I feel as if my lips are never going to close again," I moaned. But the new dildo was certainly a wonderful sensation, as if a humungous prick were permanently lodged inside my twat. After all this, I still hadn't finished with undies. I stepped into the special panties my slave had told me about, and he pulled them up over my thighs, and on up over the cheeks of my ass. They were scarlet like the other undies, and fitted like the briefest of ordinary panties, and my slave made sure they came high up my ass, leaving plenty of my buns bare. His hands were exciting as they wandered over my butt and my belly. The special feature was that they were completely crotchless. Every feature of my genitalia was left exposed, and as I posed in front of the mirror my pink pubic mound protruded and the little bells were jingling. It was apparently time to remove the suction cups from my nipples. The continuing thrills in my twat had made me forget all about them. When my slave removed them, the nipples inside projected from the aureoles like penises, red and distended. The aureola themselves were so engorged that they swelled out at the apex of the breasts, stretched smooth and shiny like the knob of my slave's cock. And the tight fitting bra made aureola and nipples press proudly through the cut outs in the center of the bra. My slave stood behind me and admired what we could both see in the mirror, a most erotically decorated body that even excited me, so I wondered what it must be doing to him. I got out a tight fitting blouse and a short skating skirt that I hadn't worn for years, and my slave put them on me. It seemed a pity to cover up that sexy underwear, but I could feel the effect of it with every movement I made. My breasts were bursting inside the bra, their tips swelling through the cut outs and thrusting the tight fitting blouse out like the figurehead of a sailing ship, every detail of my bloated nipples showing clearly through. With every movement of my pelvis, the big dildo massaged my vagina until my twat felt like a mass of quivering, pulsating jelly. The clips on my labia and my clit were continually stimulating them. And the litle bells jingled as I moved. My skirt was so short that my naked thighs and my garters showed above the tops of my stockings, and the hem swirled out and up with every movement, showing the nakedness of my shaved twat as well. I was so hopped up with sex, I hadn't stopped to think what my girl friends would think of the way I was dressed. Or what their reaction would be if my slave opened the door to them, stark naked as he was with an erection like a warrior's lance. I didn't have time to think about it. I was hardly dressed and my make-up on before the door chimes sounded. "Let them in," I commanded. I needn't have worried about their reaction to my slave. Irma had already warned them. They made no comment, but they were evidently delighted to see a naked hunk with balls like a stallion's and a cock ready to explode at any moment. They'd brought some gifts, and a small birthday cake topped with whipped cream. I sent my slave to make the coffee, and suddenly realized that was the first menial job he'd been required to do so far. While he was in the kitchen the girls were full of whispered comments. Mainly about the size of his prick. I hoped he'd be able to hold out, and wouldn't have to jerk himself off in the kitchen. I had plans for letting the girls share that erection. "He's a slave," I said. "You can do anything you like to him. As long as you don't hurt him. The men have their topless taverns. Today we've got our own topless and bottomless coffee party." "The men aren't allowed to touch," one of the girls said. "We can touch as much as we like, wherever we like. He has to do whatever I say. I've been dreaming up some far out ideas, but if you've got any ideas you want to try, let's do it!" As I moved, my little bells were jingling, so I lifted my skimpy skirt to show the girls where the jingles were coming from. They loved my shaved cunt, and I had to pull the skirt right up to show them the crotchless panties and the red garter belt. And then I undid the buttons of my blouse to show them my tumescent nipples and the sexy bra. I didn't tell them about the dildo deep in my cunt, because I felt kind of embarrassed about the fact that I was almost permanently masturbating. When my slave came back with the coffee, I had him hand round the birthday cake. The first naked waiter I'd ever seen. As he stood in front of Sue Ann, she ran her hand up the inside of one thigh and took hold of the balls that were so tightly tied up under his prick. "I'm for balls myself," she said. "Can't do without a hot meat injection, but it's balls that really turn me on." "Stand astride her legs and give her a close up of those beauties of yours," I commanded. My slave did as he was told. His pecker was thrust to within a few inches of Sue Ann's face, his scrotum in her hand just below. All conversation stopped as we watched her knead and caress and fondle his balls, holding the bag in her hand and squeezing it gently. "Time out!" Darlene called after a few minutes. "Don't hog it. My turn now. Can I have him, Sylvie?" I nodded to my slave. He moved to take up the same position in front of Darlene. It was cock that attracted her, you could tell. She clasped the great erection at its root, and forced it upward so as to gaze at the sensitive cleft on the underside of the swollen knob. Then she licked one finger, and tenderly traced round the protruding rim and up over the head and down to the cleft, and squeezed the shaft and slowly masturbated it. Male Slave For Rent Ch. 03 Even though I was behind my slave and treated to a view of his ass cheeks that I hadn't examined before, I felt left out of things. So I leaned forward, slipping one hand between his thighs to where his balls hung below the pecker that was getting so much attention. I was able to empathize with Sue Ann. The handful of balls was a beautifully soft and tender thing to hold. And I had such a sense of power, knowing that I held his whole manhood in my hand. Knowing how long my slave had been holding back another eruption of sperm, I was concerned that Darlene might just trigger it. So I told him to serve the coffee. No doubt he would have liked to continue being masturbated, but he was after all only the slave. And I had other plans. "You girls are pretty crazy about whipped cream." I said. "I've got a whipped cream treat for you." I beckoned my slave over. I lifted his pecker, and spooned whipped cream from the top of the cake all over the balls that Sue Ann liked so much. "Here you are, Sue Ann, here's desert." My slave stood astride her knees again, and Sue Ann licked every spot of cream off that tight scrotum. And then she took as much of his ball bag as she could into her mouth, and sucked on it. When she was finished I took my slave's pecker in my hand again, and lathered whipped cream all over the knob that was so engorged that its surface was stretched smooth and tight. "Your turn, Darlene," I said. Darlene delicately licked all round the rim and the head, tickling the underside for a while, and then opened her mouth and took in the whole bloated knob. I could see that she was sucking hard on it as if it was a lollipop. I couldn't believe my slave could last much longer under all this masturbation, and if he was going to ejaculate it had better be for me. So once again I called time out, and slathered that magnificent cock with whipped cream . I wasted no time with delicacies. I couldn't wait to get that great red knob into my mouth. It was so large I had to open my mouth wide, and it was difficult sucking on it. But I could caress it with my tongue and masturbate the shaft with my other hand, and as I tongued its sensitive cleft and lubricated it with my saliva I felt the first throbbing at the base of my slave's prick. I was jerking him off slowly, but as the throbbing increased I thought I'd better jerk faster. And then the cock in my hand seemed to surge deep inside itself, and a moment later a jet of boiling cum filled the back of my mouth and mixed with the whipped cream. I knew I mustn't stop pulling him off now, just when he was beginning to shoot his load. My hand jerked him off faster, my tongue worked on his knob, and I sucked and sucked to drain every last drop of sperm out of his balls. My slave came and came, ejaculating those two foot long jets of jism into my mouth so hard that I had to swallow each load quickly to make space for the next. I hadn't told the two girls about the dildo in my cunt, so they didn't know how close I was to cumming all the time I was talking to them. But all my movements were causing the dildo to send my vagina into spasm, my clit was on fire, and the cum pumping into my mouth was taking me over the edge. I couldn't cry out, my mouth was so full of cock, but I must have been making all sorts of noises. My hand grabbed under my skirt for my naked mound, to press my fingers against my clit and masturbate her to bring on the orgasm. But the clit clip was in the way, and it hurt, and the best I could do was put my fingers each side of my clit and try to stretch it. And then I was cumming. My slave was still pumping my mouth full of cum, my thighs were wet with cunt juice, my cunt was in convulsions, and the little bells were ringing a carillon. When I came down to earth, the girls were standing each side of me, eagerly watching my slave cumming into my mouth, and masturbating themselves as hard as they could go. It was a real cumming event! I couldn't believe how well that sex hormone stuff was working. By the time the girls had gone and my slave had cleared away the remains of the coffee and cake, I was ready to go again. Perhaps I should say I was ready to cum again! I was standing in front of the mirror, admiring my long legs and my beautifully smooth naked crotch and jingling my little bells, when my slave came into the room. "Is there anything more that Mistress desires?" he asked. "You've got to be kidding!" I said. "The twelve hours isn't finished yet, and neither am I. There's still something I've never experienced. And I want to try it. I want to be eaten out." "My mistress's desire shall be my pleasure," my slave said, and I thought "I'll bet it will be!" "We'd better remove the little bells," he said, and got on his knees in front of me. Feeling his fingers on my clit and my cunt lips had me going all over again, and I opened my thighs wide so that he could get at every part of me better. But he wasn't going to eat me right there and then. He stood up, and lifted me easily in his arms and laid me on the bed, with my ass near the edge and my feet on the floor. He put his hands under my knees and lifted them so that my heels rested on the bed touching my ass, and spread my thighs so wide apart I felt as though the dildo must come shooting out of my cunt. He took hold of the little string attached to it. "We won't need this," he said. "It'll be in the way." He jerked out the dildo by the string, and having my cunt suddenly emptied with the suction trying to hold it in was like being raped in reverse. He got some of the whipped cream from the kitchen and smeared every part of my vulva, and then squirted some from the can right up inside my cunt. Then he got on his knees in front of me, held my feet so that I was as good as pinioned in place, and started to eat. First he licked the cream out of my slit, sucking my little nut right into his mouth and licking it clean with his tongue. I'd never felt anything like it. It was so excruciating that I screamed, and grabbed his head and pressed his face into my twat and begged him not to stop. But there were better things to come, including me. He licked all round my inner labia, and then sucked them both into his mouth and nibbled them with his tongue. I don't know whether it was just the feel of his rough tongue, or the intimacy of having a man's mouth actually sucking at my cunt, but no groping and no fucking had ever been as heavenly as this. His mouth pushed in between my lips, and then his tongue was probing up into my vagina. I've been explored by a lot of fingers, but this gentle tongue found every sensitive corner of my cunt, and played and caressed until every nerve was in spasm. My muscles clenched to try to hold that probing snake inside me for ever. My slave's saliva was mixing with the whipped cream and the juice that must have been pouring out of me. I held his head, and rammed his face into my cunt, and ground my twat against his mouth to get that tongue even higher inside me. And I came with a long wailing cry, my whole pelvis thrusting against his face and the depths of my vagina in convulsion. But fantastic as the orgasm was, it just wasn't somehow the orgasm to end all orgasms. I'd had some wonderful cummings, and experienced all sorts of delights I'd never had before. But still there was something lacking. I hadn't had a length of hard, hot cock thrusting deep inside me to give me the ultimate experience. I let my feet dangle to the floor. Lying back provocatively on the bed, I looked up at him. "You've got one more job to do today," I said. "Fuck me! Fuck me like I've never been fucked before! Take me, use me, ream me out, fuck my brains out, screw the ass off me! In fact, let's go all the way---give me the ultimate experience! " He looked in my eyes for a moment as if to make sure I really meant it. Then he licked his lips. He thrust his hand inside the waistband of my skirt and ripped the flimsy thing right off me and threw it across the room. Things were getting rough! Even after all those hours with my cunt showing through the cutaway crotch of my panties, I hadn't felt as naked and vulnerable as I did with my clothes being ripped violently off me like this. He put his hand inside the neck vent of my blouse, and ripped the top two fastenings apart. Then he grabbed my hands and forced them above my head, pulled my blouse up over my head and up my arms as far as my elbows, and my arms were held as securely as if they'd been tied. He'd evidently done this before! With my arms held back like that, my breasts were thrust out more even than they had been by the sexy bra, and I became aware how swollen they were and how tumescent my nipples still were. He looked at them and licked his lips, and I longed for him to bend down and suck them. But he hadn't finished stripping me. Those sexy crotchless panties were next. He grabbed the waistline and ripped them right out from under my ass and flung them to follow my skirt. I was already feeling violated, stripped to my stockings and garter belt and bra. But he was going to leave those on me. They evidently inflamed him even more than they had me. He stood looking down at me where I lay stretched out practically naked on the bed, my twat shaved smooth and every private thing about me open to his hungry eyes. He began to masturbate a rod that had swollen over the constricting cock ring till I knew this was going to be no ordinary fucking. He continued to stroke that great organ, moving round the bed toward my head so that it thrust out just above my eyes. He didn't need to speak. This was the punishment I had coming, was what he was saying. The violence of the way he'd stripped me and the menace of his rampant prick threatening me had my heart beating wildly, almost with fear but also with excitement. My nipples and my aureoles were throbbing, crying out to his mouth to ease their unbearable tension. "Suck my nipples, please!" I gasped hoarsely. "They're bursting." As if to show me that this was his show, not mine, he reached down one hand and took a nipple between his fingers, pinching it and rolling it, and rubbed one finger round and round the turgid aureole. He noticed my pyjamas on the bed, and these seemed to give him an idea. He folded them into several layers, and laid them across my head and over my eyes. I was effectively blindfolded as well as bound. Suddenly there was a whole new dimension to my emotions. Being in the dark, blindfolded, brought real fear as well as excitement. I felt my ankles grabbed. My legs were forced apart and straight up in the air. I could feel him standing between my open thighs. I took a deep breath, knowing that fucking was what I'd wanted, but not so sure as I had been. The hot head of his prick thrust up against my cunt lips, feeling its way for a moment. And then my next deep breath became a long, agonized gasp as I felt his whole body thrust forward between my thighs, my vagina blasted open, and the bloated rigid rod rammed straight up into the depths of my belly. I felt his balls slam against the cheeks of my ass, his legs forcing my thighs even wider apart, and I knew his cock was in as far as it could go. And then it started. A slow, steady withdrawal till his knob was lodged just inside the entrance to my cunt and my muscles clenched to hold it inside me. Then a hot piston, driving back in to fill my belly again. I lost count of how many times he reamed me out, slowly, at his own pace, while he held my legs wide apart. Then gradually he increased the tempo, ramming me harder as the strokes speeded up, till as his balls slammed against my ass my whole body was rocking on the bed and my tits were flung around like jello. It was fucking as I'd never imagined it. I had never before felt so dominated, so helpless to resist, so filled with apprehension, so used, so physically violated and so mentally debauched. And so thoroughly and deliciously fucked. My tits were being flung about so much that my breath was coming in gasps and all I could say was, "God! Oh god!" over and over. But then I heard myself yelling. "I'm cumming! Oh god, it's wonderful. I'm cumming! Don't stop. Keep fucking me like this for ever. Fuck me! Rape me! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" And my slave obeyed. He kept fucking me. He kept raping me. His piston rammed in and out of me as if it would never stop, and I felt as if my cumming would never stop. And then suddenly he stopped dead, with his prick so far up inside me that I felt my belly must burst. And I felt a scalding ejaculation up near my navel. Then he was pumping again, but slower, and his boiling cum filled me again and again, and I came all the more as I knew that it was my cunt that was making his prick explode. He had fucked me brutally, and I had loved every moment of it. But brutal or not, when we had both lain panting for a long, long time, my slave picked me up and laid me tenderly on the bed, and lay down beside me and joined his mouth to mine in the first act of tenderness he had shown. And when I woke up after years and years of deliciously debauched dreams, he had taken his little case and left me. The end