1 comments/ 18561 views/ 2 favorites Scarlette By: amazon2204 (*note from author- a sequel to this story is entirely possible, if people are interested in it. I quite like the character, I think she's really interesting to write, so please let me know and I can work on her a little bit more!) ****** I have a rather unusual occupation. I am neither dominatrix or whore, courtesan nor cam girl. I am your every fantasy. I am Scarlette. I am one of those women who never needed to work, never really wanted to. I was a spoiled brat once upon a time, now I'm 26 and completely unqualified for life. So I do what I do best, which is having sex. But it's not just sex, really. The men I fuck are from all walks of life; old and young, rich, poor, rock stars and accountants. They're my companions and friends, they keep me occupied, happy and horny, and in fantastic shoes. I wouldn't change for the world, moon, sun or stars. London is, of course, one of the best cities in the world to do nothing. I can wake up every day and do something different, or exactly the same thing I did yesterday. I was born in South Africa, raised in Germany and moved to England when I was 14, when my mother decided that Daddy could keep his mistresses to himself, and we would come back to her home country. We lived in Edinburgh for a while, and then came down to London for me, for school. I'm an only child of two only children, the grandparents used to spoil me rotten, these days I wouldn't like to consider what they think of me. My tumultuous upbringing installed a great love of travel in me, and despite often getting itchy feet, I always come back to my apartment in Notting Hill. It's home. A normal day for me starts thus; I wake up and spend about an hour carefully grooming myself. I bathe in my big, claw- foot tub filled high with bubbles because I like the way my long legs look when I lift them out of the water. I feel like the Little Mermaid, when she is washed by the group of ugly women. I like to fantasise a little about having my own army of slave women, available at my beck and call to rub my neck, or my breasts, scrub my feet to smooth perfection, massage lovely expensive lotions into my hair and face. I do all of these things myself, all the time pretending my hands are those of other women I pay for the privilege. I wonder how one would go about advertising for a team of slave girls. "Wanted. A dozen plain women to take care of my every whim and need. Must be prepared to wash, clean and cook. Also, must have lesbian tendencies, and not be afraid to strap on a giant cock and fuck me senseless. Apply within." I can't see the JobCentre taking it on. These days I entertain about 10 men on a regular basis. Keeping up with this many people means I have a rather hectic social calendar, and I'm convinced the waiting staff at The Ivy think I'm a prostitute, I'm there so regularly with different men. Even though I see very well- to- do people I have no aspiration to be famous; my worst nightmare is to be exposed in a Sunday tabloid. How terribly common. This weekend I'm spending a four day holiday in Paris with the charming Mr. Richmond. He likes me in corsets and suspenders, so choice of outfits to pack must accommodate very awkward underwear. I never said this occupation is easy. Mr. Richmond and I meet at Heathrow, board our flight (turning left when we reach the top of the stairs, of course) and land at Charles de Gaulle at 4pm. We will stay at the Hôtel Plaza Athénée this time, one of my favourites. I am to be treated this weekend. Mr. Richmond has two other guests staying in our suite with us, a young French couple. Alis is a classic beauty, long, naturally fair hair, high cheekbones, big green eyes, small firm breasts and a tiny waist. Etienne is also classically French, he has dark hair and eyes and a brooding, smoky sexiness which is very European. When we enter the suite we find Etienne on his knees, his tongue working over Alis' clitoris. She is propped up on a side table in the entrance hall, her skirt bunched at her waist and a leg over each of Etienne's shoulders. One shoe has been lost in all the fun, the other heel digging into his back. Her cheeks are flushed, her head thrown back and she is moaning in pure pleasure. Mr. Richmond and I take a seat on the little settee opposite them, and watch the rest of the show. She climaxes quickly, despite the presence of the porter who is still in the process of carrying my luggage into the master bedroom, and cries out as her sticky love juices cover the face of her companion. "Bon soirée," I greet them, offering a hand to Alis as Etienne slips her other shoe onto her foot, then kissing them in turn on each cheek. I can still taste a little of Alis on Etienne's face. I am going to enjoy this weekend. Mr. Richmond is one of my oldest friends. He is in his late 50s, was once something to do with politics, I believe, now rears race horses somewhere in Buckinghamshire. He came to me through a recommendation from a friend of his, who is a headmaster at an all girls private school, St Anne's Academy. Mr. Townsend has oodles of money which he likes to spend on pretty young things, and has been spending on me for about five years. He has his kinks, and spanking is one of his favourites. I will do rather naughty things for him, mainly because he is so sweet, and asks so nicely. Once, and once only, I went to the Academy to see him. He sent me a uniform; dark grey skirt, white shirt, blue blazer, long red outer coat, knee high white socks. Sensible shoes. I pulled my hair back into a pony tail, removed most of my makeup and prayed I could still pass for seventeen. Probably not, but I was to attend an open lecture on poetry, and no one would be looking too hard. I wore some crisp, clean lace white underwear and bought a lovely tan leather satchel that I still use sometimes now. The lecture was about the Romantics, and I listened with such enthusiasm that no one would have realised that I was not another student among the two hundred other girls in the lecture theatre. After the lecture, there was a call as the other girls packed up. "Miss Woodington? Miss Woodington?" I raised my hand. "Yes, that's me." The young, green eyed poetry lecturer smiled up. "Mr. Townsend has requested that you see him in his office. It's regarding your dissertation." I left, concealed by the crowd, blending in with all the others. I had been given clear directions in my letter, so I made my way to the second staircase, third floor, second door on the left. Marked, 'Headmaster'. I knocked, then entered. "Mr. Townsend, you wished to see me?" We progressed as is the way for the naughty schoolgirl fantasy, I had not been performing to his expected standards, and he believed I should be shown the error of my ways. He stood, locked the door and sat back down behind his big desk in his big leather chair. He looked so powerful, a deer head mounted on the wall behind him, King of his small, but very expensive castle. "Come here, Miss Woodington." I rose, walked around the desk and assumed the position over his lap. "You have been a naughty girl." "Yes, sir." "I am going to spank you twenty times on your clothed bottom." He gave me those twenty smacks firmly, evenly across my skirt. "I am now going to spank you twenty times across your knickers." He lifted my skirt to my waist to expose the white lace panties, now slightly damp across the seat. Again, he lay ten smacks on each cheek, alternating each one. "Have you learned your lesson yet, Miss Woodington?" "No, sir. Not yet." "In that case, Miss Woodington, I will now remove your underwear and spank you again." He pulled the now sopping white panties to my knees, and with a hand that was no longer so steady, began a rhythmical spank on my bare bottom. He couldn't resist stopping for a moment, and poking a finger between my bottom cheeks and into my pussy. "Miss Woodington this is disgraceful. A young woman of your position. Wet and ready for an old thing like me." He sucked my pussy juices from his finger, then started to spank again. My bottom was now stinging, and I could feel the thickness of his cock straining against my stomach. Suddenly he stopped spanking me, lifted me up, put my bottom against the edge of the desk (which felt wonderfully cool against the heat of my skin) and spread my legs. "Mmmm..." he growled, delving his head between my thighs and licking with huge enthusiasm. I had been instructed not to remove my uniform, but I tweaked my nipples through my shirt as Mr. Townsend's tongue brought me to an explosive orgasm. "Turn over, Miss Woodington." I rose, turned and rested my forearms on that big desk, my bottom sticking up into the air. Mr. Townsend grabbed my hips, and having released his cock slammed it into my pussy with such force I was shunted forward. He fucked me over his desk kneading my bottom with his big hands, still spanking my thighs and bottom until he pulled out, and came all over my pink, sore bottom. Mr. Richmond wrote to me for the first time a few weeks after that encounter, requesting that I accompany him on a short trip to Prague. And then Venice, Barcelona, Athens, Johannesburg, New York, Hong Kong, Munich. A wonderful weekend in Moscow, when he fucked me in the ass, then a week in Dublin, where he fingered me in the back of a taxi. I really am rather fond of him. But back to Paris. We dined in the hotel to save having to go too far, and returned to our suite by 11.30. I always wondered about Mr. Richmond's sexuality, we had shared a women a few times before, I forget where, and once a girl had slipped well lubricated finger up his bottom while I was sucking his cock. He came so hard, all over my face, but was reluctant to let me perform the act for him again. Maybe we were too close by then. Mr. Richmond and I shared a shower, while Etienne and Alis did the same in the room next to us. I was desperate for some pussy by this point, and from the little taster I had had earlier in the evening, Alis' was top of my list. We both walked naked from the shower and I admired her gentle bush of soft blonde pubic hair. We settled in the master suite, and after a few whispered words, I lowered my head to her nipple to suck. She groaned, and fisted her hands in my hair. I swirled my tongue around her peaking nub and teased it with my teeth. "Lick me," she whispered "Please, lick me." I lowered my head, and lifting a leg over each shoulder started to delicately lap at her soft, hairy pussy lips. They were much puffier than mine, and I enjoyed nudging them apart to find the little knuckle of her clitoris. With my bottom stuck up in the air, enjoying the taste of Alis, a pair of hands separated by bottom cheeks and started to lap at my anus. Using one hand to keep me spread, the other began pumping in and out of my pussy, two, then three fingers stretching me while a tongue worked in and out of my tighter hole. I recognised this must be Etienne, Mr. Richmond was not inclined to lick my bottom and I revelled in the newness of this partner. I wondered where Mr. Richmond had gotten to. Suddenly, Alis began to buck under me, and arched her back and curled her toes as she powered to orgasm, screaming it to the cool Paris night. She reached down to stroke my cheek in thanks, and smiled as she saw her partner's efforts on my pussy. I wriggled up the bed to kiss her mouth, losing Etienne's ministrations but craving the sensuality of another woman's kisses. We propped ourselves up on the lush pillows and I was mildly shocked to see Etienne standing proud, his thick, long cock being hungrily sucked by Conservative Mr. Richmond. I knew it. I draped an arm around Alis' shoulders and she settled against my breast, her tongue darting out to lick a nipple and her fingers settling lightly against my shaven pussy lips. We would both enjoy this show. Etienne gently took Mr. Richmond's head and tugged him to his feet, where the two men softly joined lips and tongues in a passionate kiss. Etienne reached down for Mr. Richmond's cock and gently began to stroke it. As their kiss deepened, Mr. Richmond took hold of the Frenchman's cock and they rubbed the two engorged members together, entwining fingers around their proud manhoods. "Scarlette?" He looked over. "You don't mind, do you?" I laughed. "Of course not." I whispered. "Enjoy him." Etienne allowed Mr. Richmond to drop once more to his knees, and his inexperience in cock sucking became apparent as he sloppily licked and sucked up and down the cock. He stopped to lean under, taking Etienne's cock in one hand as the other stuffed both hairy balls into his mouth at once, swirling his tongue around one then the other. Then, as before, Etienne used his strength to lift the other man and lay him on the bed at the feet of myself and the Frenchwoman. Mr. Richmond looked apprehensive, but allowed Etienne to place one foot at a time on his shoulder then reach down to reassure his twitching cock. Etienne licked his fingers, then worried them around Mr. Richmond's arsehole to prepare him for the coming act. He pressed the thick head of his cock against the man's bottom, then after a moment of resistance slid home. Mr. Richmond's fingers grabbed at the bedspread as his bottom was invaded, then began to relax as the fucking became deeper and more intense. "Scarlette," he called me over. "Sit on my face." I have seen this before, a man starts to feel emasculated as he is fucked by another man, and needs a woman to remind him of his heterosexuality. I crawled over, spread my pussy lips, dripping wet from Alis' roaming fingers, and lowered myself onto Mr. Richmond's face. At once he grabbed at my hips, and began to lick at my pussy in earnest, desperately convincing himself he was not gay. I did not mind. The rhythm of his tongue in my pussy brought me to orgasm again, this time gushing just a little pussy juice into his mouth. Etienne was next to come, shooting his sperm deep into Mr. Richmond's ass. The rhythmical pumping brought Mr. Richmond to orgasm, and I bent over to lick his come from his stomach. Mr. Richmond had been inducted into the dark world of homosexual lovemaking, and I fear one of my oldest friends will stop calling on me. I suppose only time will tell, but over the long weekend in Paris he left my side, and joined the other man in the suite more times than I care to recount, leaving me to enjoy Alis. Not that I minded, of course. Scarlette Preface: It is helpful to read "Only because there's still blood on the blade" in my other writing. My boots were silent as I glided across the damp grass. I walked between the rows of headstones, hearing the voices from beneath the surface of the earth. The dead have a lot more to say that most of the living. They don't mind me being here, trampling through their resting places, because they realize I'm stuck somewhere between where they are and where they once were. I had been here a few times over the past month or two, so I knew exactly where I was going, and I was no stranger to any of these "people". I finally came across her headstone. I knelt down so I would be much closer to her. She was silent. She never had to talk with me anyway. She could look at me and everything that needed to be said between the two of us would happen almost instantaneously. She knew I was there, and she knew I had put her in this place. I knew there would be no more looks of 'Help me' or 'I'm yours", but I could feel her blank stare. I had always been waiting for her to ask why. She never did, because she knew. I noticed Death watching me from fifty or so yards away. One would figure that he'd have something better to do with the billions left on this shit hole planet, but he doesn't. Not now, not while I'm around. Not while I'm on his turf. Then again, what could he do? Kill me? He's not happy with me, especially since we struck our pact. It's billions to one, Death, you're still ahead. I suppose that's why he lets me continue on my path. She's with him now, anyway. He knows it, and the motherfucker rubs it in whenever I am graced with his presence. Looking back toward the gravesite, the headstone has JESSICA spelled out in bold block letters, and under that her last birth name among the dates and something else I never bothered to look at. Jessica, I didn't kill a Jessica. I reached into my coat and pulled out a matchbook from the club I had been to a few weeks before. "Scarlette's" was written on the front of the matchbook, on the back was a phone number and some cheesy slogan to get men to go view their talent-less, naked whores. I ended up in this place with the girl who was supposed to be filling the gaping whole that she had left. Scarlette, how she lived, how she died...face down in a pool of her own blood. I pulled a cigar from the pocket and lit it with one of the matches. "I hope you don't mind if I smoke." I said to her. "I might be here for a while and the shroud makes me a little calmer." I could hear Death chuckle from a distance. I miss her. I shouldn't, but I do. For a short period of time, even shorter for my extended existence, she was everything. She bled, she comforted, she allowed me to play out my perversions, and she craved it. I loved her and she, for a split second, loved me, too. I am a firm believer that things are normally too good to be true, and she was one of them. The replacement, and the one before her, fit into the same category. There's no stability, no sentiment, no honesty, and to be faithful to a vampire...might be a task that no one I have ever come in contact with may be capable of doing. They laid her to rest within a day of my revenge. Closed casket of course, as the best surgeons in the world couldn't piece together what damage I had cause that night. I stood outside the church where her viewing was, watching her mother cry as she held the little dog back from clawing at her box. There were just a few other people, as she went through friends and confidants relatively quickly. She wanted me to go away, knowing full well I just wouldn't, and she always knew I was around. These people were upset and perhaps hoping she's moved on to a better place. I always told her she'd end up dead without me. Who am I to tell lies? I had saved her from herself, and evidently, me at the same time. I rose after a few minutes of reminiscing and my eyes began to turn red. I could see through the dirt and see her decaying body lying, arms crossed, just about six feet down. She was beautiful, peaceful; dead. She was like me, completely empty and void, but I had to continue to roam this fucking place...feeding. I noticed a shovel leaning up against a blank headstone, and after retrieving it, began to dig down. Within an hour I was standing in the hole, knees pressed against the top of the box, and peering through the lid. She was still silent, just resting, just looking up at me as I stared down at her. I put my hand down on the lid, and I could feel warmth, like a subtle breath gently beating against the wooden cover. It wasn't real, I knew, but I could feel it. I pulled back the lid and looked down at what was left of her body. Reaching back into my coat pocket, I removed a box. Opening it revealed the ring I had gone back for that night, before the police found her. I had it cleaned and inspected, and now that neither she nor anyone else could stop me, placed it back on her finger. Instantly, her skin, her hair, her lips... reappeared. It was pristine. All of the damage I had caused that night, and everything I left on her back or neck, or anywhere else was gone; Pale, undamaged, perfect. I reached down and stroked her cheek like I had done hundreds of times before. I ran my fingers over her lips and began playing with her hair. She was frigid to the touch, but she was there, arms crossed, content. I noticed a trickle of blood coming from the corner of my mouth. It was slowly dripping down the side of my face, and just stayed there. Looking close, I noticed she had one, too. I placed my finger down on her mouth, and tasted it. Her body, cold as ice, lifeless...and her blood was warm. No toxicity, clean. It was a wonderful sweet taste that I have been craving since she left. Her life...gave me life. How foolish I was... A tear started to form in my eye. It rolled down the side of my face and landed on her white, naked chest. Just then, her eyes opened wide... Scarlett's Big Project "Scar!" Kate Upton got out of the plane and hugged her long time friend excitedly. "Katie!" Scarlett Johanssen hugged her tight "So nice to see you, girl. You have forgotten all your friends since you moved to that god-forsaken place.!" Kate stood back and smiled, "It's called Bollywood and it's the happening place right now as you'd know if you ever stirred out of that smog-ridden hell-hole of yours you call L.A." Then they both laughed. Photographers were clicking them both all through this using Romeo's private jet as the backdrop. "Ever since you moved to Bombay, you have stopped coming to L.A. completely." ScarJo complained to Kate, "I haven't seen you in 7 months!" "Well, I stay very busy with Sir, it's so exciting and busy that even if I get an offer from Hollywood, it will be hard for me to accept." "Is it just that or have you fallen under the spell of that phony director?" "Hey, he's not a phony!" Kate protested "He's a nice guy and very powerful!" "Well, you should have seen your powerful nice guy just now. He tried to get fresh with me and I put a flea in his ear." Kate was horrified "Oh my god! I hope you are not rude to Mr. R. He's much too classy to be fresh with you or anyone, Scar!" ScarJo's only response was a grunt and just at that moment they reached the Limo, the topic was shelved for the moment. ------------------------------ Kate settled down against the cushions in the Limo. "So" she said "Tell me about this big project of yours." ScarJo was excited immediately "Oh, Kate, it feels like my time has come finally! It's a huge sci-fi project, three of the biggest studios are making it. It's going to be something that'll shake Hollywood up and make them take notice. And I have the main lead!" "Wow!" Kate tried to match the enthusiasm of her friend "I am so happy for you, Scar! That sounds wonderful!" ScarJo beamed proudly. ------------------------------ Kate entered the hotel suite ahead of Romeo and took care of small details. When she came back he was relaxing on the big couch and Preity, one of the two other sluts who had come with him on this trip, was doing something with the big double bed in the other room. Kate walked straight to Romeo and took her position at his feet. She got down on her knees, spread them wide and placed her hands on her milky white thighs which were very bare in the short dress she was wearing. Romeo pushes his fingers into her soft, blonde hair and started stroking her like a pet. She was happy. A few minutes later, Preity came to where they were sitting, took Kate by the hand and led her to the bed. She started taking Kate's clothes off and told her "Sir wants to fuck you first then me." in a matter of fact tone. Kate understood it well. Kate had now been Romeo's fucktoy for a while, she understood that he expected complete obedience and she was used to giving it, along with the rest of his sluts. With careful, gentle hands Preity stripped Kate fully naked then guided her to the bed. There she positioned Kate in a way that her ass was up, her legs were spread wide, her head was resting on a pillow and her arms were up above her head, with her hands ready for grabbing the sheets. Kate could not see herself but she could feel the position she was in, she was ready to be used like a bitch! She thought about the submissive pose she had adapted and how obscenely fuckable she must look from behind. It made her pussy even wetter than it already was. In the intensely excited state that she was in she imagined that she could hear the drops of her pussy juices hit the sheets between her wide spread knees. She kept her eyes low and her hand ready to take a tight grip of the sheets. She expected Romeo to fuck her hard and rough. He had used her many times, and after he used her like that she was sore for two or three days. Kate heard Preity take off her own clothes and put them aside. Then she went on her hands and knees beside Kate and called out "Your bitches are ready for use, Sir!" Kate's heart skipped a beat as she heard Romeo walk over and stand behind her. She could not see but she could very well imagine his intense, deep eyes, checking them both out, she could feel their heat on her own bare, wet, dripping pussy. Romeo's pants hit the floor and the sound of his belt buckle hitting the carpet with a dull metallic thud made Kate's stomach tighten. "Get under Kate." He said and Kate felt her pussy itch uncontrollably. What did he have in mind? Preity crawled under Kate in a way that brought her face directly under Kate's soppy, wet pussy. Kate gasped as she felt Romeo's bare, hard cock grind along her hot, naked pussy slit. Then she felt Preity's tongue on her pussy as she started licking Romeo's cock. Kate could feel Preity licking then sucking his cock, and the way her hair and tongue carelessly brushed against Kate's own pussy in the process. The subtle unintended teasing drove Kate wild until it was all she could do to keep from groaning. And then she felt him entering her. It was the same familiar feeling of having his massive, thick shaft stretch her pussy hole while she held her breath, trying to accommodate him all inside her! Sometimes it took her a couple of minutes to get it all in her tight cunt. But tonight he was not gentle. In two or three powerful, well-executed thrusts he buried the whole length of the throbbing beast in her tight cunt. She broke out in sweat and almost came when the first time his balls slapped her pussy! In two more strokes she was begging him to let her cum! He allowed her but continued to pound her ruthlessly. She came hard and the way he was using her, her pussy didn't want to stop cumming. In another minute she was begging him again. This time he made her wait and she squirmed uncontrollably under him while he fucked her. He gave her permission just before he came inside her. For Kate, this orgasm was even harder than the first one! Then she moaned as she felt Preity's tongue on her pussy again. It seemed that she was cleaning both Kate and their master. Afterwards, they had lunch with all three of Romeo's bitches serving him. Lara also joined them by that time. She had been out on some business which she didn't mention. After lunch and a long nap, Romeo fucked Lara and Preity. This time Kate got the job to suck him before he fucked them and then licked them all clean. She liked this job too, she loved eating Romeo's cum, it made her feel all warm inside! ------------------------------ Scarlett entered the producer's office beaming and excited. She was told she would meet the final producer today. She had already slept with the two producers William and Jake during the initial negotiations for the role. She expected that the third one would want to fuck her as well. She had no problems with that. Every girl in Hollywood knew it was all part of the game. William was in his 60's and Jake was 58. She had had no issues satisfying them during the casting process. One by one she had left their hotel rooms leaving behind a fully sated old man who was convinced that she was the girl for the role. They had, of course, told her that there was another major stakeholder in the project whom she would meet later as he was out of the country. Nothing was said about it but she fully expected to have to spread her legs for him also. William received her in his plush offices. Jake was also present. Keeping in mind the seniority she went to William first, gave him a tight hug and a full kiss on the lips. He squeezed her ass and she smiled. This was common and she didn't mind. She actually found it flattering. Even after fucking her they found her attractive. But neither had tried to fuck her again. A deal is a deal. Jake received the same treatment but his hand went to her breast. He was a tit man. She sat between them on the couch and let them rub her thighs as they talked. William looked at her with hungry eyes and told her she was dressed very nicely, just right to meet the third producer, in fact. She smoothed her tight little minidress and smiled her thanks. Jake told her "You must dress the same tomorrow!" Scarlett was puzzled "Tomorrow?" "Yes, he has just landed in L.A. today, his plane was late so he was not able to make it here today. His secretary has confirmed the meeting for tomorrow same time." "He has just landed today?" she repeated "You are not talking about Romeo, are you?" "Yes, of course. Do you know him?" Scarlett's face turned red. "I have heard of him. How's he involved in this?" William answered her this time. "He's putting in quite a bit of his own money because he believes in the project. He also has some technological expertise that his people have developed in Bombay which he's willing to lend us for this movie." Jake chipped in "Plus he's going to exercise his connections to help the project in other ways." William said, "We are lucky to have him on our side. Without him the project would not be possible." As they talked, Scarlett could feel her head spinning. She could see herself being kicked out of the project as soon as Romeo found out. She was torn between a feeling of utter dejection and a desperate need to do something to save her career. =================================================================== Kate slipped off her little nightie and got completely naked. Then she crawled into Romeo's bed and removing the covers gently insinuated herself between his legs. He slept in the nude as usual and she took a moment to smell his cock before touching her hot, wet tongue to the tip of his cock. She could feel her pussy twitch as she tasted his cock again. Slow and carefully, she worked on licking his cock as well as his balls, working with great patience. Her trainers, Romeo's experienced sluts, would have been proud of the way she got him hard without waking him. Romeo's thick, long shaft was now standing erect in front of her face. She licked it slow from the base to the tip, taking her time to relish the taste and making sure she was getting it properly wet. Kate didn't know where Romeo would put his cock once he woke up, it might be in her cunt or up her tight ass. It was in her own interests to get it soaking wet with her saliva so that it could penetrate either of her holes without hurting her too much. Seeing how thick it was it always hurt her when she took it in her tight body, the thought made her already wet pussy drip on the bed sheet. Kate moved up and placed her hands on either side of Romeo's hips and started rubbing her soft, hot tits on his massive beast. She worked slowly, gradually building up the heat. As she squeezed the thick meatpole between her naked, hot, firm tits, she wished Romeo would wake up and fuck her already! Her pussy was itching with hunger for his use! Her tits were getting smeared by his precum and she was too tempted...she dipped her head and licked his pre-cum off the tip of his cock. Then her mouth closed around it and she slid down, taking the massive, throbbing shaft in her wet mouth. A loud moan escaped Romeo's lips and she went quickly back to fuck his cock with her full, busty tits. She was still massaging her throbbing member with her warm tits when Romeo opened his eyes and looked at her. "Good morning, Master!" she said cheerfully and went on fucking her gorgeous tits with his meaty shaft, up and down, slowly but very determined. Romeo lifted his arm and stretched it towards her without a word. She immediately crawled forward and leaned with her head close to him where he could easily grab her hair. He pushed his fingers into her soft, blonde locks and pulled her face to him. As his hungry mouth touched her neck, she groaned uncontrollably. From this position his cock was rubbing on her bare pussy. She tried to move her hips so that he would enter her even as she offered her neck to him for full access. But the angle was not right, she only managed to tease herself more by grinding against his hard, throbbing tool. And then suddenly she found herself on her back on the bed with Romeo on top of her. Instead of going between her legs and satisfying her aching pussy he was fucking her big breasts. She slipped her hand between her open thighs and dove two fingers into her soppy wet cunt. Romeo's slap connected with her cheek and brought her back to reality with a rude jar. She looked at him and he shook his head. She got the message. She was his whore and couldn't touch her pussy without his permission! She nodded meekly and withdrew her fingers from her hungry cunt. His hard, hot cock was grinding back and forth between her tits, rubbing on her chest. Her moans were getting louder and she was bucking her hips uncontrollably. She lifted her head and tried to lick his cock every time it pistoned between her full breasts and came close to her face. Romeo's cock exploded in her face and she felt his hot cum spray all over her features. He grabbed her blonde hair in his fist and held her there as he came, painting her beautiful supermodel face with his hot, creamy seed. The feeling of humiliation that it brought was too much for Kate. Her pussy exploded and her body thrashed about in an uncontrolled dance of ecstasy. She had never before cum without a cock or fingers inside her so it took her by surprise. It was with great effort that she kept her fingers out of her cunt as she did not want to displease her owner. Romeo pulled her head up and slid his cock between her warm, plump lips. At the same time he told her, "You may use your fingers now, whore!" Kate mumbled her thanks with her mouth stuffed with his cock and drove two fingers into her cunt. The orgasm that was subsiding suddenly became merged with the next one that racked her beautiful body. Her scream was muffled because of Romeo's dick in her mouth but nevertheless it was heartfelt and deep. Afterwards, Romeo left her on the bed and went to the bathroom. Both Lara and Preity followed him in to to serve him. Kate lay back and tried to catch her breath. ================================================================ Kate got out of the shower and looked through her clothes to see what she wanted to wear to be most enticing and pleasing to her boss and owner - Romeo. She decided on a skin-tight, pink, velvet tube dress. He had never seen her in this yet and she was hoping that he would like it so much that he would not even ask her to take it off. She imagined hiking up the short dress to allow Romeo to enter her. Her was was creeping between her legs as she held this delicious thought, but just then her mobile rang. "Oh, Hi Scar!" Kate chirped. "Kate, I am in big trouble, can you come meet me?" Scarlett did sound very troubled. "Sure." After getting her owner's permission Kate was on her way to meet her friend. ================================================================== Scarlett jumped up and exclaimed when Kate arrived at her house. She was looking at Kate and for a moment forgot even her own trouble. "Wow! You look amazing, girl! You have really started to dress bold, even bolder than Hollywood!" Kate beamed "My boss likes me in this kind of dresses. That's why I got delayed." "Why?" "Well, I had already put on this dress when I went to ask his permission to come and see you." "You need permission for that?" "Yes. I am his property!" "Wow!" ScarJo's mouth was wide open. "He gave permission easily but before letting me go he bent me over, hiked up my dress and fingered me until I was ready to explode into a million pieces. And then he told me to go." "But I don't see any cumstains on your dress." "That's because he didn't allow me to cum, darling. I am on edge, girl!" Kate sighed. "You can use my bedroom." ScarJo offered to help out her distressed friend. "Oh, no! I can't cum until he allows me." "Seriously? How would he know?" "Yes. He may not know but I wouldn't chance it either way. He's a very powerful man, you have no idea. But I am his loyal bitch, so I wouldn't try." "Hmm, I am getting some idea of his power." ScarJo said with a sigh. Scarlett told her troubles to an attentive and sympathetic Kate. "Oh dude! You are screwed, darling!" Kate said when she had finished. "Don't say that!" ScarJo groaned. "You don't know him, honey, he's very vengeful. And you told me you were rude to him yesterday." "Don't think I haven't been kicking myself over and over for that!" "Well, that's no use!" "So what can I do?" ScarJo looked at Kate with hope. Kate got up. "Show me your wardrobe." End of Part 1 of 3