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Monday, September 23rd, 2013 – Starla Botwright – Redmund, WA

My phone rang. I picked it up.

“Starla, come into my office,” George ordered, his voice sounding strong over the connection.

“Right away, Master,” I answered, my cunt already growing wet beneath my skirt.

A hot shudder ran through me. I stood up from my desk, my large tits jiggling in my low-cut blouse. I feared they might be about to pop out. I was certain George would love that. I was his sex slave, and his secretary. I loved my stern Master with all my heart.

I would do anything to please him.

Before I became his sex slave, when I was only his secretary, I spent a considerable effort trying to seduce him away from his then girlfriend, and now fiancee, Shannon Sullivan. George, however, was too besotted with the fiery redhead to even realize that my friendly banter was offering so much more.

Then I was made their sex slave by Shannon’s sister. Mary spoke to me and my soul quivered and responded. I was glad she did because I absolutely loved it. I finally was with George.

And Shannon was wonderful, too.

After the attack back in June, George offered to free me. I refused. I had to stay and continue being his sex slave. Being dominated was so exhilarating and liberating. How could I ever want to give it up?

As I entered George’s office, I gave a nod to 71 and 72, the two bodyguards who were protecting him today. They guarded all of Mark and Mary’s family members, protecting them against any of the threats to the growing pair’s power.

I didn’t care about any of that. It didn’t help me serve my Master.

George’s office wasn’t too spacious, just the right size for a junior executive. He sat at his desk wearing a light-blue dress shirt underneath a gray vest. A dark blue tie dangled from his throat. His black hair was short, professional, and his hazel eyes lit up with desire when he saw me.

“What do you want, Master?” I purred, loving the feel of his eyes on me.

Without a word, he pushed out from his desk; I knew what to do.

I sauntered around his desk, taking my time, letting his cock grow hotter and hotter while my pussy grew wetter and wetter. I maneuvered myself before him and crawled into the space beneath his desk. He rolled back into place, trapping me in there. It grew so dark and cozy.

I loved it.

Sometimes George liked me to suck his cock for hours. He would cum, and then I would just hold his dick in my mouth, letting him enjoy the feel of a woman’s mouth around him while he worked. In a while, he’d feel the need to cum again, grow hard in my mouth, and I get another yummy treat.

Licking my lips, I deftly freed his cock. I pulled him out of his slacks and boxers before engulfing his hardening member. I sealed my lips about his shaft and went to work. I swirled my tongue around the head, gathering his salty precum leaking out of his dick’s slit.

George groaned.

My pussy clenched as such waves of delight ripples through me. I enjoyed the wonderful feel of his shaft in my mouth. I bobbed my head and moaned in the safe, cozy darkness beneath his desk. I sucked, cheeks hollowing. I worshiped his cock.

He made no sound as I blew him, only shifting in his leather chair as his pleasure grew and grew. More precum leaked into my mouth—so delicious—but I was eager for the main course. For that first thick load of jizz pumping into my mouth.

I was such a slut for it.

I bobbed my head and hummed loudly, letting the vibrations of my voice travel through the sensitive cock’s head. My left hand slid into his pants and boxers, cupped his hairy balls. I massaged them, wanting to work his cum out of him. As I did that, my right hand slid up my thighs to find my hungry hole.

I groaned when I reached my juicy pussy. I didn’t bother wearing panties to work any longer. I had to be ready to please my master. I rubbed my fingers through my hot flesh. When I found my hungry opening, I shoved three into my depths. I shuddered and ground the heel of my hand on my clit. The pleasure spurred me to suck faster and hum louder.

The only sounds were the rustle of clothing, the creak of his chair, and the obscene sucking and slurping noises I made as I loved him. He kept working as I pleased him. I pumped my fingers in and out of my cunt, pleasure rippling through me.

I was such a naughty secretary.

My juices dripped out of my cunt, coating my hand. My snatch clenched and relaxed on my three fingers. I moaned as I sucked on my Master’s cock, taking more and more of his shaft into my mouth. I massaged his balls, so hungry for their contents.

Then Master shifted his hips. He thrust his cock upward into my mouth with short jabs. His crown brushed against the back of my throat. He let out a groan, his balls tensing in my hand. I knew his dick. I worshiped him so often I knew the signs.

He was close to cumming.

My fingers plunged faster into my hole, wanting to climax with my Master. I sucked on only the tip of his cock, running my tongue through the tiny slit at the crown. My left hand abandoned his balls to grasp his dick. I stroked him fast, pumping up and down.

He groaned for the first time. “Slut!”

His cum blasted hot and salty into my eager lips.

I pressed hard on my clit with the heel of my hand while my fingers tickled my G-spot. I gulped down his cum and joined him in rapture. He grunted and groaned with each hot spurt while a tsunami wave of ecstasy crashed into the shore of my mind.

His chair creaked as he leaned back. His cum filled my mouth one last time. I swallowed the final load while whimpering about it. My orgasm peaked in me. My pussy’s convulsions slowed as he let out a might groan of relief.

“Fuck, I needed that,” he panted.

So did I.

I buzzed in rapture while his fingers typed at his keyboard. I shivered, his cock softening in my lips. I rested my cheek on his thighs, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the feel of his dick buried in my mouth. I was so happy that I brought comfort and joy to my Master.

Time lost all meaning beneath the desk. I didn’t wear a watch. Why bother when my iPhone had a clock, but I left that at my desk. I let myself doze in the dark warmth beneath his desk while I fantasized about the fun we would have at home tonight while servicing both my Master and my Mistress.

His piss splashing into my mouth snapped me out of my reverie. In moments, my mouth was full of the acrid urine. I quickly swallowed the delicious, bitter liquid as fast as I could. It threatened to overflow my mouth, but after a month of drinking piss, I was a pro at swallowing every last drop.

I had Via and Antsy to thank for enjoying this nasty delight. Mark’s sister and her girlfriend had taught George and Shannon the fun of pissing in a woman’s mouth. Now both George and Shannon loved to use me this way.

And I loved to be used.

My fingers pumped away at my snatch before he finished peeing. As I gulped down the final stream of his urine, my pussy already ached for another orgasm. I trembled, drinking his piss always making me horny. I frigged myself hard and fast.

The cozy space beneath his desk echoed with the nasty, wet sound of my fingers fucking in and out of my juicy cunt. I moaned about his soft dick, the acrid taste of his urine lingering in my mouth. I whimpered, my orgasm building and building in me.

I was a whore.

A slut.

A nasty sex slave.

My pussy exploded.

My climax rippled hot and fast through me. I trembled on my knees beneath the desk as my snatch convulsed about my digits. The pleasure flowed through my mind, melting my thoughts. I whimpered about his half-hard dick, my hips wiggling back and forth.

Juices ran down my thighs. My fingers, buried to the hilt in my pussy, were sticky with my passion. I ached to taste myself, to suck my digits clean, but that require me to pop his wonderful cock out of my lips.

I couldn’t do that.

I dozed again. I drifted through a daze of submissive trembling. And then his cock stirred to life in my mouth. I became aware of it twitching. I blinked as I felt it expanding like a balloon, swelling up with my Master’s lust. He needed to spill his jizz in me.

His dick filled my mouth, the tip reaching towards the back of my throat. I shivered when his tip reached my gullet. I relaxed and swallowed his cock, letting it expand down my throat. I savored the feel of his girth sliding deeper and deeper down my esophagus.

Inhaling through my nose, I sucked and moaned about his thick shaft. My fingers once again pumped at my cunt. I frigged myself as I massaged his dick with my throat. He let out a groan of delight, enjoying being buried to the hilt in my throat.

A sharp rap knocked at the door.

“Yes?” my master groaned, his dick twitching in my throat.

The door opened and one of the bodyguards said, “Sir, your boss wishes a word.”

“Send him in,” George ordered.

“Of course,” the bodyguard said.

A moment later, Mr. Louie said, “Hey, George.”

I froze with my fingers buried into my. I stopped sucking and slurping.

“Hello, sir,” George said. He sounded perfectly calm; you’d never know a woman’s lips were around his cock.

After a moment, I resumed pleasing my Master, and myself, as quietly as I could. I moved my mouth up and down his dick while slowly fingered my cunt, fighting off my moans. This was so hot. Mr. Louis had no idea I was down here.

“I didn’t see Starla,” Mr. Louis said.

“She’s running an errand,” George said. “Care to take a seat, sir?”

A wicked thrill passed through me as a chair groaned in protest as our corpulent boss sat down. I pictured him slowly lowering his bulk into the chair. His face would be red, even his bald spot, and dotted with sweat from his exertion. I so hoped I could make George cum with our boss in the room.

I sucked harder and deep-throated his cock again and again. My pussy clenched own on my fingers. I was such a wicked sex slave. My orgasm swelled inside of me. My pleasure begged to explode out of me.

“I’m sorry, George, but I’m going to need you to fly out to the convention in Chicago tomorrow,” Mr. Louis said, though he didn’t sound sorry. “You’ll be gone a week.”

“I thought Randy was going?”

“He’s in the hospital,” our boss said, sounding rueful. “With appendicitis.”

My forehead furrowed. I sucked a little harder on my Master’s cock. I didn’t like Mr. Louise one bit. A surge of anger shot through me. I ground the heel of my hand on my clit and plunged my fingers faster in and out of my cunt.

Mr. Louis didn’t have a hot sex slave like me.

“My anniversary with Shannon’s on Thursday,” George said. “We have plans.”

“I am really sorry, but you’re the guy I need to take care of this. You know the products as well as Randy.”

Just then, the door opened and a giggly woman’s voice said, “What’s going on in…?” Her words trailed off. “Oh. Hello, Mr. Louis.”

“Hey, sweetie pie,” George said, his dick throbbing in my mouth.

It was my Mistress

“Why hello there, Shannon.” Mr. Louis said. I shuddered at the tone in the fat man’s voice. I knew the pervy Mr. Louis was disgustingly leering at my Mistress. He panted after every pretty face who walked into the office.

Especially Shannon’s pretty face.

I let out an angry growl as I worked my mouth down my Master’s cock to his pubic hair again, taking every inch of him.

“I brought you lunch, honey,” Shannon said as I frigged myself so hard.

“I was just telling your fiancee about his trip to Chicago,” Mr. Louis said. “He’s going to be gone from tomorrow through the weekend.”

“But our anniversary,” Shannon objected. “We have plans. Surely you can send someone else? Please?”

“I’m afraid not,” he said. “Your fiancee and his secretary will have to fly out tomorrow.”

“Starla has to go, too?” Master asked, his dick pulsing in my mouth as I slid back up it.

“Sure, sure,” Mr. Louis said. “I wouldn’t want you to be all alone in Chicago. It’s such a romantic place; Starla can keep you out of trouble.”

God, he was so transparent.

“So, I guess you’ll be all alone on your anniversary, Shannon,” the asshole continued. “Maybe a good friend could take you out instead.”

What a pig! As if my Mistress would even touch him. Not when she had this wonderful cock at home. I bobbed my head faster now, working my mouth and down my Master’s cock. I pleasure him beneath his asshole boss’s nose. My fingers flew in and out of my cunt.

I was so horny right now, I didn’t care if Mr. Louis caught us.

Shannon made a considering noise. “I know, why don’t I go to Chicago with you, George? Since it’s such a romantic city. I’m sure we can find a lovely place to have dinner and celebrate.”

“It’ll be boring,” Mr. Louis said. “And you’d have to buy your own plane ticket.”

“I’m sure there’s plenty for me to do in Chicago while he’s busy at the conference,” Shannon said, sounding do bright and airy like the asshole wasn’t trying to pick her up in front of George. “What do you say, honey?”

“I like it,” George answered, his voice throaty from the pleasure of my mouth.

“We should tell Starla right away,” Shannon continued. “I didn’t see her out at her desk. Where is she?”

“I gave her an errand to perform,” George said, sounding so smooth. I shuddered, swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock. “She always does an excellent job with those.”

My pussy clenched on my plunging fingers.

“Oh, what type of errand?” Shannon asked.

“She’s attending to a very important client,” George moaned. His chair creaked. his cum spurted into my mouth. “Making sure the client is very satisfied.”

I gulped down his jizz, savoring every salty drop of his cum. My pussy grew hotter and hotter around my fingers.

Shannon giggled. “I bet she’s good at that.”

I was. So good at it. I swallowed every bit of my Master’s cum pumping out of his dick like a good sex slave. My own orgasm swelled and swelled. I churned my cunt up, wiggling my hips from side to side as I fought to cry out my building pleasure.

Then it happened. My bliss rippled through me. My cunt spasmed on my fingers. I enjoyed another orgasm beneath the desk. Master’s cock muffled my moans while juices gushed out of my snatch, coating my hand and dripping down my thighs.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to your lunch,” our boss said, sounding faintly puzzled. He knew they were having a private conversation, but he didn’t understand it.

He didn’t know I was sucking Georgia’s cock right now. My orgasm peaked in me. Stars danced before my eye as the rapture reached my mind. It was such a delicious experience. I trembled as I savored it.

The chair groaned and he wheezed as he stood up, then his heavy footsteps waddled out of the office, closing the door behind him. The moment he did, George pushed away from the desk. I crawled out, sucking my sticky fingers clean of all my tart pussy juices.

Yum!

Mistress stood over me, her fiery hair spilling about her gorgeous face. She had hazel eyes and a flirty smile. She winked at me as she grasped George’s softening dick. She arched an eyebrow at me and asked, “Is this the important client you were satiating, Starla?”

“Yep,” I answered after popping my fingers out of my mouth. “I used all my considerable skills to keep him satisfied, Mistress.”

“That’s my girl.” Shannon giggled. Then she gave me a kiss on the lips.

I shuddered. It was brief, but it made my pussy clench and ache for more fun.

“Mmm, I’m feeling pretty randy,” Shannon said. She glanced at her fiance. “I could use that wonderful dick inside me.”

“Sorry, honey, I’m a little spent,” George answered, his voice thick. “I didn’t know you were stopping by today.”

A smile creased her heart-shaped, freckle face. Her hazel eyes twinkled with a naughty gleam. “Well, I do have one of Sam’s magic Viagra pills in my purse. We could use that.”

I smiled. Sam Soun was a horny hermaphrodite who worked for Mark and Mary. One of the first things she invented was a magical form of Viagra. It worked even better than the little, blue pill. You could have the sort of stamina that Mark had for an hour or so.

“Sure,” George said. “Do I want to know what you had to do to get it?”

“Probably,” Shannon said. “But we can save that story for tonight. It’s naughty.”

I giggled. It always was when dealing with Mark and Mary’s servants.

Shannon produced the magical pill from her purse and tossed it to George. He downed it at once, so eager. That made Shannon laugh. Then she leaped at my Master, straddling his waist, her flaming hair fanning behind her. She kissed him with passion, her lips locked about his.

George leaned back in the chair, groaning into Shannon’s mouth. I shuddered, witnessing their passion, their love. I failed to seduce George away from Shannon. I was glad I hadn’t damaged their relationship, and happy I could be a part of it.

Shannon shifted herself until she straddled his waist. As she maneuvered herself, the leather chair creaking and shifting, George pulled up Shannon’s skirt and revealed her naked ass and shaved cunt. She dripped with juices.

The pill did its work; his cock sprang to full mast. I licked my lips as Shannon, with deft skill, guided his dick to her juicy cunt. In moments, she impaled her pussy down on it, taking him to the hilt.

“Fuck that’s nice,” she moaned, breaking their kiss. “Mmm, I love you, honey.”

“You must have,” he groaned. “Not many women come to their fiance’s work just to fuck them.”

“No,” I groaned, shuddering as I watched them.

“You’re just lucky that my sister met that pervert Mark,” Shannon said. “They rubbed off on me.”

“They do that,” he said then kissed her.

I groaned as Master grabbed her rump. His fingers dug into her tight butt-cheeks. He lifted her, sliding her pussy up his shaft. His cock gleamed wet while her pussy lips clung to his girth. Then she sank back down him, moaning her delight.

I stared at her asscheeks. As my Master helped her ride his cock, her butt-cheeks parted, flashing her puckered, brown asshole. A perverse hunger shot through me. I had to love my Masters. I had to serve them. Please them.

With a groan, I fell to my knees behind them. I buried my face between Shannon’s butt-cheeks. My tongue swept through her crack until I brushed her sour sphincter. My tongue danced round her puckered asshole, rimming her.

Making her squeal.

I groaned, moving my head to the rhythm of her hips fucking Master’s cock. I kept my mouth locked on her asshole, my tongue swirling and probing into her sour bowels. It was such a wicked treat. I was lucky to please her.

Them.

“You delicious whore!” she moaned. “Eat my ass!”

George grunted and his chair groaned as he thrust his cock up into Shannon’s pussy. She shuddered, stopping her pumping. She held herself over his lap, letting him ram his dick up into her snatch over and over.

That let me please her even better. I wiggled my tongue as deep into her velvety asshole as I could. I swirled it around in her sour backdoor. She gasped and squealed. Her fiery hair danced over her shoulder above me as she shuddered in delight.

While I devoured her asshole, my fingers played with my aching cunt. I jammed three fingers into my juicy snatch, pumping them up and down while grinding my thumb into my clit. I frigged my bud in fast circles.

I needed to cum badly.

“Oh, God! I love your pussy!” George moaned as he fucked her. “Just the best.”

“Mmm, I want you to cum in me!” Shannon purred. “Flood my little hole with all your delicious jizz. Then I’m going to sit on your face and make you eat every last drop you pumped inside me.”

“Oh, god!” he groaned. “That’s so nasty!”

Master loved to lick his cum out of her pussy. He thrust upward even harder. I could feel his eager passion to devour her messy cunt. The chair creaked louder. The sounds joined all the moaning and panting. I groaned into my Mistress’s asshole as pleasure spilled through me.

I savored the nasty, sour flavor of my Mistress’s ass. It was such a wicked treat. My digits pumped in and out of my pussy as hard as I could thrust them. They teased my silky walls while my thumb massaged my clit. I whimpered, my climax approaching.

I ached to plummet into rapture.

I curled my fingers as I tongued her asshole. I found my G-spot again. I loved touching this wicked place. I assaulted it. My juicy snatch clenched around my fingers. I wiggled my tongue around in her bowels as my orgasm hurtled towards me.

Then I screamed out my rapture as I fell off the edge into ecstasy.

I tumbled through my euphoria. My orgasm burst so hard in my cunt. It spasmed about my fingers. Juices gushed out around them, bathing my hand. I shuddered, whimpering into my Mistress’s asshole. As the rapture engulfed my mind, I kept feasting on her asshole.

My orgasm kept rippling and rolling through me. I massaged my clit with my thumb. I whimpered into her bowels while the rapture melted my mind. I trembled, shivering on my knees as the juices bathed down my hand.

“Oh, fuck! Eat me, whore!” Shannon moaned. “You dirty little whore! Oh, fuck, I love that delicious tongue of yours! And you, George, you have to cum.”

Hearing the eagerness in her voice, I ripped my fingers out of my pussy. I wanted to serve them, not please myself. My orgasm died as I massaged my master’s balls with my sticky digits. They were heavy, full of cum for my Mistress’s cunt.

“Shit!” George moaned. “Oh, sweetie pie! Oh, fuck!”

“Are you going to cum?” demanded Shannon. “Are you going to flood my pussy?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes!”

“Cum in me!” she screamed.

Her bowels spasmed about my tongue. She impaled herself down his thrusting cock, ripping her asshole away from my mouth. She moaned in delight, and I knew her orgasm was coursing through her body, her snatch writhing about his dick.

Master grunted. His balls convulsed in my hand. I felt then twitch as he pumped Shannon’s pussy full of his thick jizz. Their lips met in a noisy kiss as they shared their affection, reveling in the mutual delight of their passion.

I knelt before them as they kept kissing, their passion dying as they came down from their orgasmic highs. They were holding each other, cuddling and loving each other after all the pleasure I helped give them.

They ignored me.

I knelt, patiently waiting for them to remember me.

Shannon gave a wicked giggle when they finished kissing. “Mmm, George, my pussy feels crammed full of your delicious cum.”

“You inspired me to flood you,” he said.

“I think Sam’s pill had a little bit to do with it,” she said, wiggling her hips, her ass clenching before me.

“Are you complaining?”

“Nope!”

They kissed again. I knelt there with all the patience in the world listening to their passion.

Shannon broke the kiss and purred, Why don’t you stretch out on the floor, honey. Then I’ll sit on your face while our little whore can sit on your cock.”

I smiled at that.

“Sound’s good, sweetie pie,” George said.

Mistress stood up and I caught a flash of her pussy, gaping open from his cock. His thick, pearly jizz ran out of her. Before me, Master’s cock waved hard, the tip angry red and bathed in her juices. I couldn’t resist. I leaned forward and took a lick up his shaft, savoring Shannon’s tangy, sweet flavor.

“None of that!” Shannon barked. She slapped me hard on the ass.

“Sorry, Mistress,” I said, shivering, my rump teasing. “I just wanted to taste you.”

George chuckled. “How can you be mad about that?”

“I suppose I can’t,” Shannon said.

George loosened his tie, pulled it over his head, and deftly unbuttoned his dress shirt. He exposed his muscular chest. He was in great shape. Both he and Shannon spent an hour at the gym every morning before work.

“Your ass is getting flabby,” Mistress had said to me one morning. She pinched my butt “George deserves a whore in tip-top shape.”

Since then, I went to the gym every morning with them. I was so toned and in shape now. I thought had a great figure before, but now I was just smoking hot. Mistress was right. But I did miss my morning donuts.

George stretched out on the floor, his cock rearing up like the mast of a ship. I licked my lips, my pussy clenching in anticipation, eager for more pleasure. Shannon straddled his face and lowered her sloppy pussy to his lips. He grabbed her hips, pulling her down so he could feast on her.

“Yes!” she groaned while Master took a noisy lick through her pussy. “Lick my cunt clean!”

I darted for my Master and mounted him. I grasped his wet dick and brought it to my cunt. I moaned as I sat down on his cock, engulfing him all the way to the hilt in a single plunge. Pleasure rippled through them. I moaned in delight, savoring the bliss of Master’s cock stretching out my cunt.

“Mmm, you’re not wasting anytime, slut,” Shannon purred as she writhed on his face.

“No, Mistress,” I answered. Grinning at her, I cupped one of her round, freckled breasts. She purred as I kneaded the orb. “I love feeling Master’s jizz squirting inside of me.”

She laughed. “I know. Mmm, fuck that’s good. I bet you wish he’d suck your pussy clean?”

“I would, Mistress.”

Her fingers pinched my nipple; I shuddered. Her eyes narrowed as she hissed, “Only I get to experience that.”

“Of course, Mistress,” I answered, trying to mask my disappointment.

Her hand slid up my chest and neck. She slid her hand around and grasped the back of my neck. I squeaked, clenching down on Master’s cock, as she yanked me to her. Her lips captured mine in a hot kiss. I melt against her soft lips, surrendering to her tongue’s invasion of my mouth. I met it and caressed it with my own. We mashed our lips together, trying to devour one another as George pleasured both of us.

I rose and fell on Master’s cock. I reveled in the joy of his cock before I slid up his shaft. I rode Master hard, my breasts bouncing before me while I whimpered into Mistress’s lips. My hands groped both her pliant tits while my lips worked against hers.

I was the luckiest sex slave in the world. I had two wonderful owners who gave me such pleasure. I loved them both, and I would never leave them.

I was theirs for eternity.

Master kept eating mistress, making her moan into the kiss. She pinched my nipples. Pleasure shot down to my cunt working up and down Master’s cock. I whimpered, my snatch squeezing about him as my thighs rose and flex.

My thumbs rubbed her pussy while my pussy clenched on Master’s dick. I pleased them both while they gave me such bliss. My orgasm swelled through me, a building symphony rising towards a crescendo of pleasure.

“Master!” I whimpered, breaking the kiss with Shannon. “Oh, Mistress, yes!”

“Cum, you naughty slut!” Shannon hissed, twisting my nipple hard.

I squeaked. Pleasure jolted down to my cunt. I slammed down Master’s cock. The symphony reached the peak of the crescendo. My orgasm resounded through me. I quivered on my Master’s dick, my pussy massaging his shaft.

Shannon claimed my lips in another kiss as I kept riding my Master. Though I came, he needed his orgasm. Pleasure surged through me, drowning my mind in rapture while I bounced on his dick. My pussy convulsed around his shaft.

I strove to make him cum so I could enjoy his seed in me for the rest of the day, slowly leaking out of my pussy.

Shannon broke our kiss. Her back arched, her breasts heaving in my groping hands. “Oh, fuck!” she moaned. “George, yes!”

My mouth salivated at the sight of her dusky nipple. I leaned over and engulfed her nub. I moaned about it as orgasm after orgasm rippled through my body. My pussy convulsed around Master’s cock. I pleased my Masters, loving them while I savored my reward.

Ecstasy.

“You both are driving me wild!” gasped Shannon, her hands sliding through my hair. “I love you, George! Oh, fuck! Eat my pussy! Oh, fuck! I keep cumming!”

My tongue played with her nipple, lightly teasing before I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as I could. I engulfed her entire areola into my mouth. Her other breast rubbed silky against my cheek as she writhed on Master’s hungry mouth.

My pussy spasmed harder on his dick, my orgasm burning so hot through me. Every time I slid my cunt up and down his dick, new delight burst inside of me. I whimpered about Mistress’s nipple, sucking and loving her while my mind melted.

“Shit!” Shannon screamed. “Oh, fuck! Oh, goddamn you two are fucking amazing!”

I loved Master’s wonderful cock with my orgasming cunt. His thick shaft stirred up my snatch. Every time I slammed down him, my pussy lips and clit ground into his groin. New delights to feed my never-ending orgasm. It erupted through me.

Then it happened. What I was hoping for.

Master let out a low, muffled growl into Shannon’s snatch. My convulsing pussy drove him over the edge. His hot cum spurted into my hungry depths, a torrent escaping his thick cock and flooding my valley with milky jizz.

I savored the gift of his cum as I bucked on him. My mouth popped off Shannon’s nipple. I cried out my ecstasy as my hardest orgasm slammed through my mind. I whimpered as stars burst across my vision. My pussy milked his cock while all of us gasped and moaned in bliss.

Then we collapsed into gasping rapture, all of us buzzing in delight. Shannon and I ended up cuddling with George on the floor for the next few minutes, one on either side of him. I rested my head on his broad chest

“Mmm, I love you,” Shannon murmured between kisses she traded with Master.

“You’re just amazing, Shannon,” he said.

Their lips met in another kiss. They always ignored me after they came, too lost in their love for each other to care about me. They merely used me for their pleasure. But that was okay, I wasn’t their lover.

I was their slave, and that was more than enough for me.

The END of Starla’s Tale

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