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Meeting Nina Ch. 01

By: ninalee312



He had the funds wired over to her bank account the same day she was to fly into Montréal.  The agreement was this: from the moment she stepped off the plane until the moment she returned, she was to be completely under his command. After weeks of emails and online chats, he had finally convinced her to come out.

Although she had been wary from the start, his intelligence and erotic online persona had kept her intrigued and interested, something that was quite challenging for most men to do in "real time" with her. When he had finally offered to wire over 10,000 US dollars into her bank account to at least partially prove that he was not in jest about his desire to see her, she could only shake her head in disbelief. She remembered typing in her name, bank, and routing number to him, thinking to herself that there was no way he could try to defraud her, but that if he did send over the wire, she would promise herself she would fly out the next day.

When the wire had posted the next day, sent from the account of a Chris L. from a finance corporation in Dubai , her throat became dry as she recognized the level of sophistication required to avoid the numerous global financial tracking protocols that prevented such transfers from occurring without being investigated. She knew it was possible, and in fact, her job as a manager for a small financial trading firm in Chicago made her the most likely candidate to know exactly how and through whom Chris had made this transfer. "Was this a trick?" she thought to herself as she bypassed asking her assistant to make the plane reservations but instead placed the call herself. As she gave her credit card number to the agent, she sighed and thought, "Well, I'll find out in about five hours."

When she stepped off the plane, she looked around hesitantly to see if she would recognize his face.  The gentleman who had been sitting next to her on the plane asked again if she would like to have dinner with him in Montréal to talk more about her firm and the kind of business she did. She smiled politely and declined, and though he was attractive enough to make her think twice, she also knew that "talking business" was probably the last thing he was thinking about. As she walked down the terminal, looking for him, she instinctively stopped and turned around. 

Chris had been approaching her from behind, admiring her swaying ass and gorgeous thick black hair that swung seductively around her shoulders. She was the most striking Asian woman he had ever seen. Fairly tall for most Asian women he knew, the most unique feature about her was her chest. Her 5'7" frame held the most beautiful pair of tits he had ever seen. They rose up from her chest like large suspended melons, emphasizing the curves of her waist and beautiful ass.  All her proportions were right, and even though she was not the smallest Asian woman he had ever met, her voluptuous curves and above average height cut a unique and highly desirable figure. If there was one word he could describe her with, it was "erotic." 

She looked at Chris as he walked up to her and caught her breath. He was wearing a dark grey suit, perfectly tailored, with a beautiful red wine-colored silk tie. For one second, she had this image flash before her eyes of having her hands tied up in that tie. She could feel her thighs start to tingle and the familiar feel of her pussy getting aroused and wet. She caught herself and blushed wildly with embarrassment as he walked up to her. There was no doubt in her mind that she found him extremely attractive as she felt her heart start to pound in her chest.

"You have a most wonderfully charming blush on your cheeks, Nina. I am wondering what you were thinking of just now." He stopped and gave her a customary two-kiss greeting. As he leaned over, he could smell her wonderful scent of vanilla and roses almost steaming from her body. She trembled slightly as his lips passed close to her cheeks, causing them to flush even more. She replied, "I have this feeling you'll find out what I was thinking, and a lot more as the weekend continues." 

She was pleased to find a limousine waiting for them as they exited the terminal. She was extremely nervous but completely aroused as Chris turned to her and asked, "Nina, do you remember that little exchange we had a couple of nights ago...my fantasy of seeing you doing a erotic performance at a club in front of a roomful of strangers?"

She recalled how wet it had made her and how for the rest of the next day, every time she thought of the details of his fantasy, she would start to flush and feel hot wetness soaking her panties to the point where she had to dry herself off periodically in the restroom.

"I remember it all, I haven't been able to get it out of my mind," Nina replied breathlessly. Reflexively, she tried to push all those images out of her mind. Years of conditioning in a fairly conservative social world had caused her to repress what was a frighteningly active libido. With Chris, it was almost an impossible reaction to have.

Chris watched how flushed she became when he asked her the question, feeling the temperature of his own body rise as he watched her chest rise and fall more rapidly as she became lost in her own erotic thoughts. 

He moved closer to her, unbuttoning her jacket quickly so he could finally feast his eyes on her well-hidden mounds that curved prominently out from the opening in her blouse. Sliding his arm around her waist, and pulling her body closer to his, he drilled his grey-blue eyes into her own and in a half-command, half-whisper, told her that they were on their way to a "club" where he had arranged a special performance where she would be the main performer.

She couldn't speak, held captive by his commanding gaze and firm grasp, she felt him lean in closer to her. She held her breath, expecting to taste his lips and tongue for the first time ever, but instead was left panting with desire as his closed, soft lips brushed her own and moved away. Confused, Nina could only sit there and feel the fire of her burning desire fanned higher by the cool breeze of distance he maintained between the two of them.  She desired nothing at this point than to perform for him, to please him so completely that his own desire for her would rend apart any last shred of self-control that he practiced so well. 

When they got to the club, it was darkly lit and there was no sign over the entryway. The thick velvet curtains, well-appointed guards, and low murmuring gave her the impression that this was no ordinary strip club. One of the guards came up and nodded at Chris, who whispered to her to follow the burly man into the dressing room so that they could prepare her for the show.

As she walked in, she was swarmed over by the dressing-room staff, all admiring her long thick hair, sexy almond-shaped eyes and full lips. They began by taking off her clothes and bathed her in warm wonderfully scented water. They dried her hair and started to style it in a girlish ponytail that could easily be released during the show. They did her makeup in a way she had never done before, and when they were done, she didn't even recognize herself.

One of the staff members handed her a small glass with wine and a drug that would ease her nerves but begin the process that would eventually release her sexual energies on stage. She felt her nipples harden even more as another male staff member rubbed red rouge over them to emphasize their size and hardness. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as he gently parted her freshly shaven pussy lips, seeing if she needed some additional lubrication so that she would seem wet from desire as she danced and stripped on stage. 

"Hmm, doesn't look like you'll need any of this," he commented as he slipped a finger along her already steaming hot slit. She raised her hips a bit, hoping he would linger on her throbbing clit, but he expertly avoided this sensitive area and instead clamped on a little sliver hood over her bud that had thin sliver strings that ended in clamps which attached to her pussy lips. 

As she walked across the dressing room, she felt the pressure of the hood on her clit and wanted badly to rub it until she found release, but instead, she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. She realized, the more she moved her hips, the more pleasure she could feel from the little hood that encased and hung heavily off her tiny throbbing bud. This was more than enough incentive to perform with reckless abandon up on stage.

She was dressed as a young schoolgirl in a crisp white shirt and checked-red skirt that brushed against the top of her knees. As she began to wonder what would be expected of her on-stage, Chris approached her from behind and spoke gently into her ear.

"Nina, you look almost illegal in that outfit," he spoke into her ear as his hands slowly moved down her shoulders and towards her hips. "On stage, you will find one of our more popular yet challenging props we have designed in-house for these kinds of performances. It is a solid marble statue that has a non-marble dildo made of the most life-like material we have developed so far. Your mission is to fuck that statue until you are covered in vanilla-flavored cum which will shoot out of that cock. Do you think you can do that?"

As he continued to speak, his hands pulled her hips towards him. She was on the edge of lustful delirium, partially fueled by the unknown drug that was given to her, but mostly by the sensation of Chris' bulging manhood pressing suggestively right at the small of her back.

Suddenly, her cue to enter the stage was given and he pushed her gently towards a marble statue of a naked man reclining in a chair. It was obvious by the setting that she was in a museum. She couldn't see beyond the arc of light at the audience she knew was closely watching her. But she knew what they were waiting for, and that Chris would be out there in the audience enjoying her performance.

Playing the part of a curious schoolgirl, she slowly approached the statue, running her hands along its legs and back, bending over to examine it more closely while hitching her skirt up over her thighs. She began to run her hardening nipples through her white shirt as she sat straddled on one of the knees of the statue. She touched the huge, yet flaccid cock that hung from the statue, pulling her hand away in genuine surprise as its warmth and softness responded to her touch.

Quickly placing her hands around the rapidly expanding shaft, she pumped it several times, almost drooling with delight as creamy scented "pre-cum" began to seep out. Sitting back, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt while gently rocking back and forth on the statue's thigh. Her wetness had made the marble slick, soaking through the fabric of her panties. Looking backwards towards the audience but then at the hooks of her bra, she released her flushed round globes from their fabric encasement.

Lowering her head and raising one of her hardened nipples to her expert lips, she began to suck it like she often did when she masturbated alone. She ran her other hand up her thigh and began to pull on the silver metal hood, surprised when it popped off of her throbbing clit. By this point, the statue's cock had grown into an immense erection, the largest she had ever seen - it was easily ten inches long and as thick as her own wrist.

Wanting to waste no time, she hitched her skirt to her waist and tore her panties off. She touched the cock again, marveling at how rock hard it had become; it was obvious that the cock was very ready to be ridden. A pearly white drop of cum formed at the end of the huge head, and she bent over to rub her lips on it and pull back to see the white line stretching from the end of the cock to her watering mouth. 

She began to suck the statue's cock, taking in only a few inches before she gagged on the size. She closed her eyes and concentrated on relaxing her throat, turning her head a little to the side, imagining the statue looking down to watch her attempt to swallow ten inches of its thick cock down her slender throat. As she felt its hardness slide down past the back of her throat, she could almost feel its head start to throb deep inside her, almost near her stomach. Taking long wet strokes with her mouth and tongue, she stopped to run her tongue under the shaft, marveling at the detail of the two huge ball-sacks that felt heavy with churning cum.

As she sucked on its cock, she could feel her juices flowing down her inner thighs and down her legs. She brushed her fingers against her swollen pussy, but nothing could get out of her mind the sensation she would get when she tried to ride that huge cock. She got up and straddled the marble statue. Positioning her dripping hot pussy over the tip, she slowly lowered herself over its now pulsing head. She felt her pussy lips spread wider than they had ever been stretched and she moaned from the pain and pleasure that washed over her young body. 

She began to squeeze her clit and rub it between her fingers as her pussy walls stretched impossibly to accommodate the girth of the cock. Her left hand was twirling on her clit while her right one pulled and squeezed her nipples hard. She started to ride up and down, feeling more of the immense cock slide tightly into her pussy. Every nerve inside was being stimulated and she felt her stomach muscles tighten as she rode to her first orgasm, bucking and screaming in pleasure as her cumming pussy creamed down the sides of the marble cock.

Recovering from her orgasm, she stayed impaled on the still hard cock, letting her pussy relax and allow even more of it inside her. She looked down and saw how the thick white cock was stretching her pussy lips to the limit and that made her hotter than before. Still impaled, she slowly raised her left leg up and over its body. She placed her feet on the statue's marble thighs and raised her clasped hands around its neck. 

She began to slowly slide up and down its shaft, fully facing the audience but completely lost to the unbelievable sensations of pleasure and pain each inch of cock sent shooting through her. She cried out a little in pain as she pushed down further, but then when it hit her deeper g-spot area, she moaned in pleasure, straining to ride the cock deeper and deeper inside of her. Before she knew it, she had all ten inches of rock hard cock deep inside of her and she was pumping up and down uncontrollably, driven wild by the sensations of having every single g-spot inside of her stimulated at the same time. 

She felt the cock start to pulse deep inside her, the head had grown even bigger so that she couldn't even move up and down on the shaft. Her tightening pussy began to milk the marble statue's cock, matching its throbbing and squeezing its head tighter and tighter. She finally felt the head explode deep inside of her, gushing hot loads of cum inside of her, splashing it down her legs as it squirted out of her cumming pussy. 

She pulled herself off the cock and let several heavy streams of cream hit her tits and face. There was even more cum exploding from the head and she let it cover her whole body, feeling the hot creamy streams smack her chest, tummy and shaven pussy as she twirled her clit and slid down the pole one last time to ride herself into a final, mind blowing orgasm.

Her last orgasm left her almost quivering and shaking as her slowly raised herself off the slick, shiny statue. The lights went up slightly, and a tall dark-haired man walked up on stage in a double-breasted tuxedo, carrying something in his hand. It was obvious he had been aroused by her performance, as she subtly eyed the half-hidden bulge in this man's pants, the jacket just hiding a live male cock that could, judging by where the bulge began, possibly rival the one of the marble statue's that she had just ridden to satisfaction. 

She looked up at him in a half exhausted but curious haze. He was older, possibly in his mid-forties, but compelling handsome to her. She lowered her eyes and blushed uncontrollably as she realized he had also witnessed her performance. 

He commanded her to kneel. His sharp, crisp voice immediately sent her to her knees. He sounded confident and almost cruel as he announced something in rapid French as he walked behind her. He bent over and placed a thin choker around her neck with a small pendant that she couldn't see. All that she noticed was the applause grew louder with appreciative cheers. She bowed her head, confused as to what was going on. Then she saw Chris walk over to her left and motion to her to follow him off the stage. 

What was in store for Nina? 

Meeting Nina Ch. 02



Richard lit a cigarette as he watched the performance from the back of the club. Chris had been fairly nonchalant about his new recruit, mentioning only briefly that she would be arriving for this evening's events. He had glanced at her backstage for just a moment, but it was only until she began her performance that she really caught his attention. He had participated and watched in countless numbers of these sexual performances. He found, on average, most of them to be boring and mechanical; their bodies were too perfect and their actions too mindless. 

When he saw Nina walk onto the stage, he was surprised to observe that she was not Chris' typical recruit type which tended towards the tall, blonde and leggy. In fact, she was far from the kind of model-types that most recruiters looked for, even across different ethnicities and races. What had made Chris want to recruit her in the first place then? In that outfit, moreover, she looked more like a lost freshman than a potential recruit for their organization who could fit easily into a corporate setting without much effort.

As the performance unfolded, however, he found himself watching more intently than he had initially planned. He was fascinated by the way he could almost read the thoughts and feelings that danced across her face as she came to grips with her unlikely situation. She seemed completely unprepared for the challenge that lay ahead of her; but rather than fleeing, he sensed a slowly unfolding understanding of her situation and place that belied her youthful countenance. Unlike the vapid, animal-like abandon he had observed on most of the faces of the women and men who usually performed, hers reflected a tension that was truly captivating.

From the moment she began to undress in front of the massive statue, he felt the buzzing tension increase in her and even within him. Every move she made reflected an inner battle between her sense of propriety and the obvious hunger she felt from the center of her being. He could feel the onlookers silently willing her into submission, holding their collective breath as she slowly bared her flushed breasts to the audience and to the now massive erection that the statue sported. As her skirt slipped off her barely undulating hips, the silver flash of metal clamps on her shaven pussy lips only emphasized how exposed she was to her own desires.

As she bent down to her knees and finally allowed her lips to graze the shimmering tip of the alabaster cockhead, the rustling and murmurs of the audience became louder and more animalistic. Bids had begun to get placed for this girl, even before her performance had ended, something that rarely, if ever, occurred during an "amateur" performance such as this. He heard sheets of paper being ripped off and folded, and runners began to approach him.

"This is unbelievable" he muttered under his breath as he began to take in bids and signal to others what the highest bid was at the moment. All bids were in Swiss francs: 2,000 3,500 5,000. The amounts were staggering given that it would be for her company for just one weekend. Richard was kept completely busy during the majority of her performance, but was startled by the noticeable jump in ambient sound levels as the audience nearly moaned in unison. 

He looked up at the stage, amazed to find her body completely encasing the huge cock of the statue. What it the 10-inch or 12-inch one they had here tonight? Her light, tan skin contrasted against the pale white of the statue, emphasizing her curves and entire body. Given the statue was nearly 7-feet tall, the image of her sweat-slicked body riding the clearly massive cock of the statue was bordering on the mythical. He felt his cock actually stir, something that made him lose track of the auction. This reaction hadn't happened in close to a year.

After years of managing and training associates for this organization, he had experienced a sort of desensitization towards the work, and even towards sexual pleasure in general. He felt bored, underwhelmed by the general, uneducated stock of recruits that cropped up each year. It had become so routine, so mindless. This, in fact, had almost led him to leave the organization. But the owners would not hear of him leaving, but instead had given him a sort of "sabbatical" to recharge himself and his passions. It had been a disappointing year, and he had taken the support and advice of his closest friends such as Chris and tried not to focus on his impotence too much. It was difficult, however, since his own desires continued to consume and torture his very soul, while his inability to physically release his passion had nearly driven him mad. 

Over the years, he had learned control, even cruel detachment from his work. It had to be so, given the very nature of what his position demanded. He had come tonight as a favor to Chris, since this was the first event Chris was fully responsible for. About 15 years his junior, he had been a kind of mentor to Chris, giving him advice and training that had gotten him far in the organization. Chris had been the one to recommend the sabbatical to Richard, and the organization had fully supported his absence until he regained his sense of center. This auction was to have been a standard one before the main show that featured some of the most beautiful and well-trained men and women in the organization. But, as the bids would show, this performance had exceeded the expectations of all parties involved.

The low but audible moans of a woman in full orgasmic heat snapped him out of his thoughts. He could clearly see the balls of the statue visibly pumping their hot load into her body, and he almost expected it to shoot straight out of her open mouth that was gasping and groaning with absolute pleasure. What amazed him was her next move; when it seemed like she had completely lost herself, she instead had slid gracefully off the still spouting cock, allowing hot streams of white cum to trace across her stomach, over her fully erect nipples, and into her waiting mouth. She bent over, spreading her legs towards the gasping audience, displaying the white streams of cum trailing down her trembling thighs.

Jets of bright white cum continued to shoot out of the statue's cock, he never figured out what was actually in the mixture that they used for this particular toy, but he had been told by many of his associates that the cream that came out tasted like vanilla frosting. Whoever was operating the mechanized statue was giving her everything it had, throwing aside the "reality" of the limited amount of cum that one man could possibly shoot and intensifying the air of the unreal that emanated from this performance. Another stream of cum had hit her squarely in the throat, and though she had tried to swallow as much as possible, she couldn't keep some from flowing out of her mouth, and down her chin. Realizing there was even more to come, she slid the still gushing cock deep into her throat, tossing back her long black hair so the audience could see the bulge of the cockhead still pumping more cum directly into her insatiable body.

All bids had come to a halt as the audience remained transfixed on her. The statue had been completely milked dry by this amazing girl who, upon realizing she had tapped the mechanical fountain, slowly ran her tongue up the sides of its still hard cock, licking it completely dry, letting the audience know by her continued tongue-bathing that she would have been ready for more had it been there.

Richard cleared his throat as the applause from the audience thundered in his ears. As he unfolded another bid sheet that had been handed to him, his mind reeled as he read the note: "500,000 SFC, please train fully and bring to Dubai offices in three months. Owner wishes to meet her there, but would like regular weekly reports to be sent. He wishes you, Richard, to come out of sabbatical and to supervise her training personally."

"Damn it", he muttered under his breath, he had not yet completed his sabbatical and he had absolutely no desire to train yet another associate. But this was a command from the highest levels of the organization and he could not refuse this "request". He motioned over to one of his subordinates to bring a special case to his table. He unlocked the latches and pulled out a beautiful platinum choker from the blue velvet lining. The pendant was an image of Qetesh, the Egyptian-Syrian goddess of beauty and love, riding a lion and holding in her hand a perfectly brilliant diamond. This necklace itself was worth more than all the bids that had been placed tonight, save for the last one that had bought her life. 

As he walked towards the stage, he felt his stomach tighten. "What the hell is wrong with me?" he thought to himself as he felt a flash of anger at this momentary feeling of emotion. He gritted his teeth and approached the kneeling girl at the front of the stage. He was surprised by the roughness of his own voice as he commanded her to kneel. She had been bought by one of the highest ranking members of the organization, he had been ordered to take this talented girl and to train her erotic passion to the highest levels he could achieve. But all he could feel was a building anger against this girl, a strange resentment and resistance that was building from the center of his soul. Letting Chris lead her from the stage, he announced that the main performances would begin shortly and left the main room of the club.



Meeting Nina Ch. 03



She was exhausted, she could feel her thighs tremble as she stood, looking up into the striking amber colored eyes of the man who would ultimately become her Manager. His gaze towards her was haughty, reserved and, oddly enough, hostile. The cold intense fire in them caused her to shiver and look away. It was clear he was irritated at her, but the reason for such was very unclear. As she followed Chris off the stage, all she could think about was the stranger who had placed the choker around her neck. 

Chris led her through a series of rooms, some appointed as libraries, some as bedrooms. She surreptitiously examined each room they floated through, noticing furniture that she had never seen before in real life. Heavy timbered x-shaped mounts with gleaming leather restraints dangling threateningly from each end. Several metallic machines, jutting grotesquely huge dildos at the end of their steel rod pistons, thrust motionless erections in the still air. She gasped, realizing what they were for and stopped in her tracks, fascinated and petrified by the radiating sexuality of such cold machines.

"Nina," snapped Chris, "follow." She blushed deeply, trotting after him more quickly and pushing the images deep into her imagination.

They finally reached a large room that looked like a personal spa with a massage table, a running bath and two beautiful women who waited in attendance. One was a stunningly endowed blonde, her hourglass figure and enormous chest simply radiated sexuality, the thin metal chains that connected her cherry-sized nipples to a hoop through her belly button and down to her clit only enhanced the enormous globes that defied gravity. The other was a tall, lithe, dark skinned woman, of African or South American origin. As she bent down to test the waters of the bath, Nina couldn't help but stare at the most perfect ass she had ever seen. Full, round globes hung perfectly over lean, muscular thighs, making Nina painfully aware of her less than round ass. The dark-skinned slave wore tight white shorts, barely covering the bottoms of her asscheeks, and only accentuating how lusciously round they were.

Although completely intimidated by such beauties, their nakedness caused Nina to feel returning warmth between her thighs. In her university years, Nina had been seduced by both men and women, realizing that her true orientation was towards individuals who could fan her native passions to new and more intense experiences. She stopped at the entrance, shyly looking at them, wondering what would happen next.

Chris walked commandingly yet menacingly across the floor, barking out crisp orders to the slaves to bathe and massage her. Nina couldn't see his face at all, and wondered if the strain in his voice meant that he had been disappointed with her performance. She began to speak, but a brusque wave of his hand cut her off and she felt her stomach tighten with anxiety as she was led silently away.

The soft, reassuring hands of the two women calmed Nina's nerves. She turned her head to admire their contrasting beauty. To be presented, however, with two of the most stunning women she had ever met made her feel shy and completely inadequate. Although she still felt some distress over Chris' rough dismissal of her, she began to relax in the perfumed waters of her bath as these two women began to administer to her every need.

Chris walked across to the bar and poured himself a long drink. He was cursing the turn of events that night. True, his intentions hadn't been the most pure, and the thought of selling Nina to the organization had crossed his mind several times after they had exchanged pictures and emails online. She was a very promising catch, a hidden beauty with potential corporate espionage skills that could be honed and trained for the organization. His reputation would be enhanced greatly if she were to be trained, since it was very rare to discover new talent that had both qualities in one person.

But during the car ride over, he had had second thoughts. 

Her warm, sensual smile and compelling intelligence had completely overpowered any intentions he had before they had met. He had wanted her for himself, to explore her intimately for longer than just a weekend. But he couldn't back out now; the organization he worked for was a powerful one, and he owed everything he had to it. 

But the fact that it would be Richard who was chosen to train her annoyed him deeply. It was a strange feeling for him, because Richard was a father-figure to him, someone he respected and trusted unconditionally. 

As he twirled the amber liquid in the glass, he recalled one of the earliest assignments he had as a young manager for the organization. Richard had directed him to punish another manager who had hopelessly fallen in love with an associate he had been ordered to train. God, that was an ugly situation. The mission went dangerously wrong from the start, and if Richard hadn't bailed him out... well it could have been Chris who died instead of the unfortunate couple. Pity about them. But really the moral issues raised were minor compared to the security issues. The thought that the organization might have been exposed to such indiscretions... it still caused Chris to shiver. The culture of secrecy was essential to the survival of the organization. They had provided services, both erotic and practical, to high net wealth individuals for close to three centuries. And Chris was the consummate company man.

And where was Richard, damnit? He had handed Chris the message with the orders in it about an hour ago, and then had quickly left the room. Was he upset about being called back into service so abruptly? Chris had to suppress a surprisingly intense flash of jealousy at the fact that it was Richard, not he, who would have the pleasure of training Nina. He knew that Nina would be deeply attracted to Richard's power, his almost unconscious ability to dominate through his legendary control over himself as well as the passion and loyalty of his associates. 

The thought of Nina's abundant passion being cultivated and trained by another person, one who she could easily fall in love with, drove him into a mad fit of jealousy. He threw the glass across the room before he knew what he had done. The shattering of pure crystal against the marble walls rent the sultry still air of the spa with a sexual tension that did not dissipate. The soft gasp of surprise behind him startled him out of his angry contemplation as he saw Nina standing there in a deep red silk robe, looking at him with pleading eyes for an explanation for his behaviour. 

"Christopher, what is going on?" she asked, standing stock still, fighting the urge to run.

"Nina, you'll have to forgive me, I am quite angry at what has come to pass. It isn't necessarily your fault entirely, but there is something so wanton in you I can't help but think you did it on purpose." He spoke those words softly, looking at her with a practiced detachment that barely hid his mixed emotions.

She blushed, thinking about how absolutely ready, achingly ready she had been to do the things she had been allowed to do on that stage. To feel those eyes and minds and bodies responding to her uninhibited lust and genuine pleasure was something she had only fantasized about in her tightly controlled life.

"So it seems your performance tonight has attracted more attention than I had thought possible. I had thought, wrongly, that this little outing would just fulfill a requirement and that you and I could have the rest of the weekend to ourselves."

Feeling his control fraying at the edges, he remained still as he ordered the two attendants to take Nina to the table and begin their massage. They walked over to the table and waited for Nina to disrobe. She slowly followed them and turned to face Chris. The loving attention of her two attendants had aroused her again. The only thoughts in her mind were of seducing and being taken by this man. Untying her robe, she let it slide from her shoulders until it was barely covering her breasts. Looking directly into his eyes, she let the rest of the material fall to her feet and bent her head, allowing her long hair to trail between her breasts and down her stomach. Her nipples shivered into hard, demanding knobs and she felt the cool breeze across her bare mound intensified by the flowing wetness emanating deep within her. 

It was clear she was aroused again, wanting this time to feel his body against hers, not that of the cold marble statue. "Get up on the table, Nina" Chris barely managed to whisper as he turned away, shuddering with the boiling lust that had turned his own constrained cock as hard as stone.

She is a dangerous one, Chris thought to himself as he reasserted control over his sexual arousal. Nina was a contradiction -- lovely yet brainy, retrained yet wanton, searching for love yet aroused by every person she met. How could he keep himself from consummating the desire he had harbored for her since the first moment they connected online? As part of organizational protocol, sexual relations between managers and associates were violations of the highest order. Now that Nina was officially an associate, there was no way for physical contact to happen without serious consequences for him.

The only exceptions to what was a centuries old tested rule were when Managers were called on to "present" their associates and the new sexual skills or training they had mastered. Occasionally, new associates were publicly used by their new Managers as an event attended to by only the most powerful members of the organization. In a steamy, sultry spa attended by only two lower-level slaves, Chris would have absolutely no excuse if he were to even touch Nina at all.

Disappointed at his seemingly detached command, Nina began to wonder if she was at all desirable to him. Of course not, she thought, ruefully aware of the two beauties that he was probably used to having access to on an everyday basis. Though distracted, she lay down on her stomach, allowing the women to massage her shoulders, back, and legs. The warmth and pleasure of their kneading hands focused Nina's thoughts back on the moment, allowing her to cease her mental analysis and to slip into a sybaritic bliss. 

The blonde woman began to massage her ass and she felt her hips rise up subtly as she released a low moan of pleasure. The darker one climbed up on the table, straddling her back and rubbing her neck and shoulders in slow circling motions. Nina felt the heat and wetness of the woman's pussy sliding across the small of her back. Was that a normal reaction that slaves had when massaging? 

Nina couldn't help squirming with building pleasure as the blonde slave continued to knead her ass and thighs, driving her hands and fingers deeper and deeper. She gasped with unexpected pleasure as she felt two oiled fingers dip between the folds of her pussy, releasing an embarrassingly copious amount of wetness. The blonde slave seemed to get encouraged by Nina's arousal, and began to slide her finger in deeper and deeper. Nina tried to stay quiet, wondering if this was just part of the type of massage that these women were trained to do. But when she felt her cheeks pulled apart, and a warm wet tongue lick slowly around her brown bud, she let out a loud, needy moan.

Nina rolled over and was immediately treated to a very pleasurable chest massage by the dark-skinned beauty. Nina brought her hands up to feel her luscious round buttocks and instinctively pulled her masseuse up over her own breasts and towards her hungry mouth. The dark curls around the lips of her engorged pussy lips were wet with her desire and Nina ran her tongue up and down the slit, taking slow shallow licks deeper into the burning crevice. Nina brought herself up into a half sit-up to reach the apex of the sweetest pussy she had ever tasted, running the tip of her tongue around the throbbing clit, circling it for several agonizing moments before she drew it in hard between her taut lips.

As she pleasured the dark-skinned slave, her blonde tormentor began to tongue and probe her crinkled brown bud until it was pulsing with desire for deeper penetration. Out of all the sexual experiences she had, she had never been fully anally penetrated. She had had fingers and tongues, but never a dildo, let alone a rigidly hard cock. The thought of such penetration made her suck harder on her slave's clit, moaning at the same time with the pleasure she was receiving.

Chris watched the scene, completely immobilized. Nina had, over the course of the evening, completely conquered his sense of self-control and he was helpless to stop her from initiating this performance without the consent of her new owner or manager. He watched as she shot her tongue over the glistening mound of her masseuse, probing delicately for her throbbing knob of pleasure. His eyes were riveted to the blond slave's expert tonguing of Nina's ass, recalling the discussions they had had about how she was an actual anal "virgin". He had reveled at the thought of being the first to violate and pleasure that entrance.

Nina's sexuality permeated the room like an intoxicating scent, and Chris found himself sitting in a leather armchair, stroking his hard cock through his pants. This was too dangerous, he needed to release himself with one of the other slaves before he lost control of his judgment. 

"Roxana, come here and service me." Chris ordered in a rough husky voice distorted with urgent desire.

The blond slave stopped immediately, though her fingers slowly and reluctantly trailed a line of Nina's girl cum out of her steaming pussy and down the length of her legs. She walked over to Chris, dropping immediately to her knees in a submissive position.

"Sir, may I suck your cock?" Roxana asked.

"You may, and do not delay in bringing me to orgasm, slave." Chris muttered at her as his eyes remained transfixed on the scene on the massage table.

He watched as Nina slid her left hand up to squeeze the juicy cheeks of her helpless captive while taking long deep strokes with her tongue into her engorged slit. She slid her right hand into the dark woman's crevice, slowly working 2, then 3 fingers into her. Her moans let Chris know that Nina had begun to fuck her in earnest with her delicate hand, watching as she first slid another finger deep inside, then her thumb. Finally, with her hand completely coated and glistening with female lubricant, she pushed her whole hand inside, working it like a tireless piston deep into the moaning woman's hungry cunt. 

Chris felt Roxana's lips close over his slick wet head, moaning softly as she wrapped her hands around his thick shaft, its luridly throbbing veins pumping more and more blood into his engorged shaft. Her expert mouth began to pleasure him, he looked down as she switched between stroking his shaft with her hands and placing his cock between her ample breasts, sucking his head as it emerged between those two tight globes. He felt his balls contract with pleasure, and he allowed himself to release several huge loads of cum that covered her chest and chin. As he felt the urgent pressure in his cock release, he looked up, hoping to reclaim his control over the wanton Nina.

But instead of issuing commands, Chris watched, mesmerized by the view his position afforded him. Nina's legs were spread wide apart, displaying her wetly glowing pussy and the drenched dark hole of her ass. She brought her hand down into pleasure herself as she continued her attack on the dark beauty's hanging labia, delicately but ferociously licking and stabbing at them with her tongue. Nina slid in two fingers deep into her own hungry hole, coating them thoroughly with her desire. Then, she slid them slowly but deeply between the other woman's ass cheeks, embedding them deeply into her other hole as she used her other hand to fully penetrate the other opening. 

From the back, Chris watched as the dark firm buttocks of Nina's captive start to rise and fall on the two sources of pleasure Nina was thrusting into her. The rhythm of their coupling became faster, more frenzied, as sweat dripped off both delicious bodies, covering them with a shimmering layer that seemed to pulse with the heat they were producing.

He couldn't allow this to continue any further, and needed to stop these two if only to reassert the control that managers were expected to have over their associates and slaves. But he was in no state to stop her -- in the few moments after his release, his cock had remained hard, and he could feel another, deeper, more intense desire for release building again. From the moment she was bought, Nina's sexual drive and pleasures were the property of another. It was her trainer, Richard, who would have the difficult, yet utterly pleasurable task of teaching this wanton slut the control and poise that would be expected by her owner. 

Opening his mouth to issue a command to stop, he was cut off by Nina bringing the beautiful woman riding on top of her into a loud moaning orgasm. Nina's fist continued to pump the bucking slave into a frenzied heat that seemed to last forever. 

The next few moments seemed to get frozen in time for Chris. He approached the table, his thick cock dripping with precum and shaking with desire. Motioning the dazed slave to leave the table, he ran his hands over Nina's sweat soaked body, feeling her heart pounding between her breasts. He hesitated for a second, but proceeded to stroke Nina's throbbing clit. It was very plump and erect, so erotic in its condensed potency, he bent down and took it between his lips. Nina's gluttural groans almost made his own cock almost start pumping its straining load uncontrollably. He slid her clit between his tight lips as if he were sucking a tiny little cock. He pushed his middle finger deep into her pussy hole and marveled at how her opening and walls tightly gripped him, willing him to bring her to the climax she so desperately desired with him. This was too much, and he roughly moaned, "God help me, I'm going to fuck you."

He threw her hips over the side of the table, and raised them so he could slide into her with one powerful thrust. As he felt her pussy lips spreading apart to accept his thick rod, he continued to rub her pulsing clit between his thumb and forefinger. He stood there, with his rod buried deep inside of her, determined to maintain control over his manhood, both physically and emotionally. Unable to resist the intense pleasure Chris was producing by rubbing her clit, Nina lost control and began to uncontrollably cum. Pinching both nipples in each hand and throwing her head back over the table, she could feel all her muscles in her lower body and abdomen begin to tighten with the first bursting waves of orgasm. She had been holding her breath, trying so hard to wait until he would cum with her, but the incessant throbbing of his thick long cock pushed her right over the edge. Nina felt her orgasm start at the balls of her feet, travel all the way up her legs and explode from her clenching pussy up into her stomach. 

Chris was gritting his teeth, battling to keep his hot seed from boiling up his shaft. It proved to be too difficult, as he felt the swelling of her orgasmic cunt pull and grab at his tortured cock like a firm, yet delicate hand. He watched as her stomach muscles seemed to contract around his hot shaft, and the feeling of her pussy jacking his whole cock off at the same time sent him helplessly over the edge. He roared in pleasure as he felt his first shot leave his balls, gain speed through his throbbing shaft and explode through his cockhead with amazing force. He tried to pull out and pump into her, but her cunt clenched him so tightly, he could only stand immobile as she milked his shaft for what seemed to be hours. As she was sensing this, all she could do is scream out his name and beg him to fill her with his hot seed. Her lower back and ass were completely arched off the table, seemingly suspended in mid-air by his exploding manhood. He cupped her ass in his hands as he slid her cum soaked pussy back and forth on his shaft as her final spasms stroked very last drop of cum from his spent rod.




Meeting Nina Ch. 03



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Note from the Author

I wanted to thank the all the readers that have sent feedback on my stories - good or bad, it helps to inspire me to continue writing. And a special acknowledgment to two excellent editors of this particular chapter - Dr.VJ and JoeM - this chapter wouldn't have been half as good (or enjoyable to edit) without your comments and edits. And of course, all mistakes or errors are mine. Send me a note to punish me if you'd like :)

-Nina