Best sex slave ever 6

She squeezed slightly harder.

“AHHH!”

“This is the deal Jim...” she said as she held onto his sensitive stones but eased the pressure. “During the convention, every time I make a motion I want you to second it.”

“Okay!” he replied desperately.

“If you agree Jim, I’ll let Marcie suck you off. If you don’t, it’s this!” She squeezed him again.

“AHHH!!...Okay!Okay!”

“Don’t fuck with me on this Jim!”

“I’ll do it!” he gasped.

“If you renege on me slave, you will pay dearly. Is that clear!?”

“AHHH!!! Yes Mistress!”

Finally she released his tender jewels. Mistress Samantha looked down at the eager Marcie and gave her the okay.

Expertly slave Marcie gathered the head of his extended manhood in her mouth and Jim thought he had died and gone to heaven. Then she licked the entire length of the shaft, sucked his balls in her mouth, and sent the suspended man into orbit. Then she took his pulsating rocket deep in her oral cavity as she literally sucked the cum right out of him and greedily drank the entire load.

By the time Jim had left Sam’s suite, he was whistling a merry tune.

But of course, this episode turned the Mistress on so much that she commanded the sex-slave to satisfy her orally as well, which Marcie was only too eager to fulfil.

***

The IT crowd mingled in Sam’s suite as some old acquaintances were renewed and some new ones were established. A bartender was serving drinks, plates of finger-food sat on various tables, and merry laughter filled the spacious suite. The mostly male voices discussed business, sports and politics. This informal gathering let the conventioneers let their hair down, so-to-speak.

Nevertheless, hospitality parties are where a lot of deals are made prior to the start of the convention which would start on Monday. Alliances were formed. The direction in which their professional association would be heading was often determined at these events. One could say that there was a fair amount of arm-twisting and cajoling.

Samantha Burns was a determined woman, who had risen to the top of her firm through head-strong, purposeful drive, but she was also a woman who used a lot of guile to attain her position. Oh, she was extremely competent, but she also knew that very few women ever made it to the pinnacle of her profession. It was most important for her to ascertain who’s ass to kiss as well as who’s balls to squeeze.

That in a nutshell was the central reason for inviting Marcie.

Being an attentive hostess she greeted every guest into her party with a warm hug and firm handshake. She, courteously, talked and joked with each person and made them feel special.

As she mingled through the festive gala she spotted Tom Daugherty, who smiled wide when he saw her. His eyes wandered lower then back up–she moved in for the kill.

“Glad you came Tom,” she said with a lascivious grin.

“Sam, you look ravishing.”

The hostess made sure the front of her low cut leather blouse made slight contact with Tom’s chest. She then whispered into his ear and he beamed like a child who was about to get ice cream. While the merriment continued Tom let out a gasp when he entered Sam’s “dungeon”. Wide-eyed, he looked incredulously at his hostess.

“My little playroom Tom. You remember Marcie, don’t you?”

The brown haired slightly balding man’s eyes lit up at seeing the kneeling mostly naked blonde. The normally loquacious gentleman was lost for words. Sam’s tempting voice enamored him further.

“Isn’t she lovely Tom?”

His eyes wandered the length of the kneeling young woman’s body.

“What would you like to do to her Tom?”

“Well’um,” he stammered.

“Would you like to fuck her or spank her? Maybe you’d like to whip her.”

“I...I...”

“Want her to suck your cock?”

“Sam!”

“Tell me Tom...what do you want?”

“I’d like to do all of those things.” He replied red-faced like he was confessing to a deep, dark secret.

“Okay Tom...Here’s the deal. I’ll let you do what you want with her...but you must agree to support any proposal I make at the convention.”

Tom looked into her eyes and saw utter determination but he hesitated.

“Come on Tom, what’ll it be? I have to get back to my guests!”

He looked down at the buxom blonde and then back at Sam. Finally he relented. “Alright, I’ll support you.”

Then running her hand down his front she boldly fondled his manhood through his trousers, Samantha smiled smoothly. “I’ll leave you alone with her, but if she utters the word, ‘red’, at any time, you stop...that’s her safe word.”

“I understand,” he agreed with a nod.

“Very well then. Marcie, you remember what I said about not embarrassing me!”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I shall return to my guests, have fun.”

When Mistress Samantha left her slave with the still stunned man, Marcie knelt quietly waiting for him to command her.

From his prospective Tom couldn’t believe what was happening. His eyes were riveted onto the body of the sexiest looking female he’d ever laid eyes on. Was this real? He was so elated about his good fortune, that he actually was undecided as to where to start.

He glanced over at the spanking horse, the chains hanging from the metal contraption and the various toys Sam had left at his disposal. Then he peered downward at her while he formulated a plan. He liked the way her thighs parted and damn she looked sexy as hell in those red panties.

Tom could hear the revelers in the main room while he was deciding what to do about this.

Then he spoke with a suddenly authoritative voice. “Slave, get your ass over that spanking horse!” The well trained Marcie soon had her backside pointing toward the ceiling. Then spotting the cuffs Sam had so conveniently attached to each of the front legs, it was a simple matter for him to place her dangling wrists into them. Completing her immobilization Tom also attached each ankle to the cuffs that had been so conveniently furnished on the rear legs.

The slave looked so desirable in those panties he decided to leave them on for now. He had to fight the urge to rip them off and fuck her right then and there. Nevertheless, his stiff manhood took a leap when he ran his hand over the soft material that covered her well-rounded bottom. It was indeed a sensuous sensation against his hand, which he raised and smacked down hard. When she barely reacted at all he repeated that action with the same result. He increased the tempo, left cheek, right cheek, up and down. Little gasps followed each spank, yet she responded in a manner that advertised her commonplace cosmopolitanism.

These spankings had indeed become quite the norm at her Master’s place.

Impressed with the slave’s tolerance, but determined to make her squeal, Tom rolled her panties down in back. Maybe on the bare she’d be more animated. He smiled salaciously as he strolled over to the assortment of toys Mistress Samantha had left at his discretion. Picking up a sturdy looking hard leather
paddle he moseyed back. He couldn’t resist giving her a few pats on her pert upturned bottom with his hand. Then slowly raising the implement, the infatuated man slammed it down hard. The impact against her plump posterior felt exquisite. Her blurted exclamation only served to satisfy his prurience. Elated and encouraged, Tom was now spurred on and her subsequent yelps were music to his ears. When the buxom blonde’s hind cheeks had turned a glowing crimson he stopped.

By that time he had a raging hard-on and had to have her. He released her from the spanking horse and ordered her to his knees as he sat. Then grabbing a lock of her hair he forced her orally onto his cock, but he didn’t want to cum in her mouth. When he felt his juices about to burst, he ordered her on the floor. Purposefully he forced her legs wide, mounted her and shoved his hard cock straight into her sopping cunt. In what seemed like seconds he was pumping his seed deep inside her.

By the time Mistress Samantha had returned a very contented Tom Daugherty grinned like a man who had just won the lottery. He assured the hostess that she could count on him during the convention.

The Mistress gave Marcie some time to refreshen herself, then it was back to the persuading. The next man was a Texan from Dallas. He suspended her by her wrists and whipped her all down her back and buttocks. Then he put her on her knees and forced her to suck him off. The next man was from Sacramento and he forced her to suck him first before he bent her over and butt-fucked her.

The sex-slave was indeed earning her stripes this evening. Mistress Samantha once again allowed her time to clean herself up when in walked a man and a woman. They were from New York and did they ever do a number on her. They suspended the long haired blonde by her wrists, ran their hands all over her body, stripped her panties off, pinched her nipples, and fingerfucked her continuously front and rear. Then they placed her on her hands and knees. The man guided his monstrous manhood toward her soft wet mouth where he slowly slid it between her lips, so he could get it well lubricated. That done, he turned her around, bent her over and guided his rocket straight up her anus. The woman meanwhile laid on the carpet and spread her legs so that Marcie could eat out her cunt while she was being butt-fucked. Sounds of unadulterated animal lust filled the room as the two New Yorkers used the slave’s body until they both shrieked joys of ecstacy.

Throughout the soiree Marcie’s body was used and used and used. She’d sucked off so many cocks she lost count. She was repeatedly spanked, whipped and fucked. By the time Sam had bid the last guest goodnight, the sex-slave was truly worn out.

Samantha, however, was elated. She was jubilant over the high turnout and especially pleased with Marcie’s stamina. Hans was right. His sex-slave performed admirably. As a reward, the mistress allowed her underling to sleep in the king-sized bed with her that night. But of course that was after another cunt lapping.

**

The next day, Sunday, most of the conventioneers took in the sights of D.C., as did Sam and Marcie.

However, back at Mistress Samantha’s estate something else was occurring...Hilda showed up. Derek, who was lounging in the entertainment room watching TV, when she marched in unannounced, looked up startled. The tall, short cropped willowy blonde glared at him.

“Get on your fucking knees!”

Swiftly the wide-eyed slave obeyed, while memories of his previous encounter with Mistress Hilda filtered through his brain.

“Where’s your fucking bow tie slave!?”

“Um, um,” he stammered as he looked down at his bare chest.

She looked around the room. “Where the fuck’s the tie!?”

“I dunno Mistress.”

Her nostrils flared. She ordered the kneeling man to wait there as she hurried down to Mistress Samantha’s dungeon. When she returned holding a riding crop, she berated him.

“You better fucking find that bow tie asshole!” Then she swatted him on the butt. “On your hands and knees!” Then she swatted him again. “Let’s go find the tie!” She propelled him forward with constant swats “We’re going to check every room and I’m gonna whip your ass until we find it!”

Like a puppy dog he scurried through the house with Hilda raining swat after swat on his searing butt. Finally, he located the blasted tie. Somehow it got under his bed.

But Hilda wasn’t through with him. She scolded him for being a lazy lout. She bound his wrists behind his back and commanded him to bend over completely and spread his thighs. After forcing a ten inch dildo up his ass, she spanked him with a wide leather paddle that covered both cheeks, warning him not to drop the dildo out of his ass. Then she whacked his dangling balls from the rear with the crop, which really had him howling. Not quite done with Mistress Samantha’s slaveboy, she ordered him onto his back on the floor, stripped and sat on his quivering mouth, forcing her sopping pussy downward. When she came, she stood up and kicked him in the balls.

“I’ll be back tomorrow to check on you slave!” Hilda seethed as she straightened herself up while Derek writhed on the floor.