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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Friday, November 8th, 2013 – Lillian Franks – Tacoma, WA

“Lillian,” Tomoyo greeted when I opened my hotel room door. She was one of the maids, and cute as a button with dark, slanted eyes and a petite body. I had enjoyed the eighteen-year-old and her tiny tits a few times. She was a screamer. “My Lady will attend to your punishment now.”

I had to suppress my grin. I mouthed off during the meeting in the Matmown early this morning. Very early. Master and Mistress hadn’t gotten back from Nebraska until well after midnight. Mistress had promised to discipline me tonight.

“If you will follow me, miss,” Tomoyo motioned. As if I didn’t know the way to Master and Mistress’s suite. It was just a floor above mine.

“Lead on, cutie,” I grinned. I snaked my hand under her skirt to give her naked ass a playful squeeze. Nice and firm. She tossed a sultry smile over her shoulder.

We passed Abigail, a gorgeous brunette maid, her heavy tits jiggling wonderfully in her mesh bodice. Her ass swayed beautifully beneath her skirt and ruffled petticoats. Tomoyo gave a furtive glance at the maid, her light-olive cheeks tinging red.

I pulled her into the elevator. “So you’re sweet on hot, little Abigail?”

Tomoyo looked down, perfectly capturing that sexy, demure posture of a geisha. Dr. Willow had a great eye for talent. Every maid she recruited through her naughty clinic was perfect. “She doesn’t even notice me.”

“Make her notice you,” I purred. “Attack her. Kiss her. Stick your hand down the front of her blouse and play with those delightful melons of hers.”

Tomoyo looked so cute as her blush deepened. I wanted to press her against the elevator and devour her. Fuck! I had my punishment with Mistress. And after that I was going out and partying with Violet and April.

Maybe I should play with her tomorrow night. If I remember, I’ll trip her into my bed and ravish her. And maybe Abigail, too.

“I couldn’t do that,” Tomoyo moaned. “What if she pushes me away?”

“She won’t.” I pinched her ass, loving the feel of that cute tush. “You have such a cute vibe that just screams ‘ravish me.’ She won’t be able to resist. She’s a hot blooded-slut. Trust me!”

Abigail loved to dine on fish taco. She devoured mine for an hour straight two nights ago. The girl had an insatiable mouth. She’d eat little Tomoyo for breakfast. I wanted to see that. I pressed my thighs together, juices trickling down my leg.

I needed a nice cum.

Well, it was always fun getting spanked by Mistress.

The elevator dinged. Two bodyguards, 49 and 50, guarded Master and Mistress’s suite. They were new guards who’d joined after that bastard Brandon’s attack. Both were, of course, gorgeous. 49 was a stunning African American, with a pair of voluminous, ebony breasts about to fall out of her blouse, while 50 had bright, red hair that fell in curls around her more modest, though still lovely, chest.

49 slapped my ass through the very short, red-and-black tartan skirt I wore, grinning. “Naughty slut!”

“All the time,” I laughed and gave her a kiss on the lips. She may be new, but she fit right in with the rest of us horny women.

I adjusted my plain, white blouse tied just below my perky, B cup tits. When I walked, they swayed and jiggled, my nipples pink shadows through the thin material. I ran a finger through my black hair highlighted with bright blue and purple, pushing a loose strand behind my ear.

“You look hot,” giggled 50. “Ma’am is going to thoroughly enjoy punishing you.”

I licked my lips, enjoying the cool, metallic feel of my lip piercing. “I better not keep her waiting!”

50 opened the door, ushering me in. “She’s waiting in their bedroom.”

The suite was luxurious, containing several bedrooms, though only one was in use. Each of us sluts had our own suite, except Alison and Desiree who shared one. I strode across the room, putting on a suitably fearful expression. Mistress would love that.

I knocked softly at the bedroom door.

“Enter,” Mistress answered.

She sat at her vanity in a blue, silk robe. Her beautiful, auburn hair cascaded about her shoulders as she gently worked a long-handled brush through it. My asscheeks tightened. Would she spank me with that? She didn’t glance at me, so I just stood there, my stomach slowly twisting in knots.

Another bead of pussy juices ran down my thigh.

I wanted to plunge my hand beneath my skirt and stroke my aching cunt. But, no, Mistress wouldn’t want that. She hummed, still brushing her beautiful hair. She shifted, the robe sliding open, giving me a view of the profile of her perky, freckled breast topped by a dusky nipple and the gentle swell of her pregnant belly.

Perfection.

I shifted my hips, shivering as my thighs pressed against my burning clit. I could see a smile playing on her lips. Her nipples hardened, rising up like little, dark-pink shoots. My own nipples were hard, and when I breathed, they rubbed pleasantly against the fabric of my blouse. Another tremble passed through me. I needed to cum. I needed to be punished.

Please, Mistress, please, take mercy on me!

She never looked at me once, though her smile grew more and more pleased as my trembling became more and more pronounced. My passion drenched with my thighs, the air was thick with my tart aroma. I rubbed sweaty palms on my tartan skirt, then forced them to grasp my sleek thighs. I so wanted to shove my hands between my legs. I knew I would cum in a matter of seconds.

No! You are her slut, I thought. It’s not your place to cum unless she wants you to.

But I so wanted to disobey her.

Finally, she set her brush down with care, and stood. She turned, her green eyes flashing with admiration. I looked downward, full of remorse. Her smile grew wickeder. She shrugged, and her robe slipped to the floor. I feasted on her glory. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. Even before I became their slut, I had enjoyed my fair share of hotties. They were all candles compared to her bonfire.

“Why are you here?” she asked, her fingers idly stroking her belly, just starting to show her pregnancy, before trailing down to play with her silky pubic hair shaped into a fiery heart above her waxed pussy.

“To be punished, Mistress,” I answered contritely, still looking down at her dainty feet. “I belittled my fellow slut.”

“And how should I punish you?”

“The hairbrush, Mistress,” I moaned, squeezing my thighs together. I was so hot. I could cum just by squeezing my aching clit against sleek legs.

“I want you to apologize first,” she smiled, stretching out on the bed.

I looked around. Was Violet here?

“With your tongue,” Mistress answered. “All over my body.”

“Oh, yes, Mistress.” I sauntered to the bed. “I am so sorry. Let my naughty tongue caress your heavenly body.”

I crawled onto the bed, grasping her soft hand. I brought her dainty fingers to my lips. I worshiped them with my tongue like they were Master’s cock. Nibbling, sucking, licking. I swirled my tongue around them, cheeks hollowing with my passion.

I rubbed her palm against my cheek, kissed her palm lines like I was reading her future, then nibbled her wrist. I moved up her arm, leaving a trail of smooches. Her skin silk beneath my lips. I tasted the perfume of her bathwater. Lavender and jasmine filled my nose, mixed with her spicy, sweet scent and my own tart musk.

I nuzzled her armpit, licking the bare skin, then worked my way around her neck. “I am so sorry, Mistress,” I cooed. I dragged my tongue up to her ear lobe, caressing it. “I’m such a naughty slut.”

She sighed, a throaty sound of pleasure.

I kissed her forehead, eyebrows, her cute nose. I worked around her lips, avoiding them for now. I moved down to her chin, nibbling on the soft point, then I followed her jaw line to the right side of her face. I licked up her cheek, adorning her face with my wet forgiveness.

Finally, I kissed her lips. Gentle, chaste, brief.

Her green eyes shone with passion, pupils wide with desire. Her tongue ran slowly across her lush lips, tasting me. I nuzzled her neck, kissing and sucking, and worked my way down her right arm, loving this limb as thoroughly as I loved her left.

“Lillian,” she purred as I sucked on her middle finger. Her right hand slid through my black hair. “Keep apologizing! I want to know that you are truly sorry.”

“I am,” I moaned. “I’ll prove it.”

I moved down the bed, my hands caressing her body, dragging fingers down her belly to her thighs, moving lower and lower. I reached her her left foot lifting it. I breathed in as I nuzzled against her sole, smelling only her bath.

I then pressed the soft bottom of her foot against my face. She had such beautiful feet. I smooched up her arch until I sucked her big toe into my lips. I lavished all her dainty toes with my most sincere apology. My poor pussy ached, but that had to wait.

My Mistress still wasn’t convinced.

“I am so, very, very sorry,” I groaned as I kissed up her calf. I licked at the crease behind her knee, then smooched down her inner thigh. “I’ll prove it.”

Her spicy, sweet scent threatened to overwhelm me as I drew nearer and nearer to her tight, flushed, and drenched pussy. Her breathing picked up, her perky breasts rising and falling as I approached her wet heat.

When I reached the last few inches, I tasted the cream staining her thighs, her excitement mounting. I hungered to feast on her pussy, but I skirted around it instead, following the lines of her hip upward.

I dragged my tongue across her baby bump, rising and falling with the swell. I nuzzled at her ribs and then reached her left breast. Instead of a slow lick, teasing her, I changed tactics. I attacked her left nipple.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasped, not expecting my sudden, aggressive maneuver. Her nipple throbbed hard between my lips. I sucked and nibbled and swirled my tongue. “You delicious, naughty slut!”

I switched tits, engulfing the entirety of her nipple and areola into my hungry mouth. As I sucked, my fingers stroked her skin, tracing the lines of her ribs and the curve of her pregnant belly. I skirted down her pelvis and stroked the edges of her vulva.

I worshiped her nipple, loving it with my tongue. I swirled around it, making her gasp and moan. My finger grew wetter, her juices flowing as I stroked her plump vulva, almost brushing the lips of her pussy. Teasing her.

She groaned again, hips undulating. The bed creaked as she squirmed, her face twisting with pleasure. I drank in the rapture of her moans, loving the sweet serenade issuing from her voice. The passion of my mistress. My heart beat faster, my pussy aching, begging for touch.

“Lillian!” she moaned.

I smiled around her nipple. She was ready for my full apology.

I pressed my cheek between her breasts, kissing through their valley as I slid lower. I crossed the gentle swell of her belly again, pausing to nuzzle at her bellybutton. She gasped, twitching, her moans singing through the room.

Her scent engulfed my nose, strong and full of her need. I followed the downward slope of her belly to the fiery heart of pubic hair on her mound. I pressed into the silk, her sweet and spicy musk beckoning me as I slid my body into place.

I nestled between her parted thighs, staring in awe at the perfection of her pussy. Her lips were just slightly parted, revealing her pink, inner depths, while her clit peeked out of its hood like a shy flower opening for the sun.

“You are so beautiful,” I groaned then leaned my head downward in supplication.

“Oh, yes!” she moaned, hips bucking, when I drank her flower’s nectar. “Apologize! Work that tongue in me! You fucking whore!”

I loved her words. Such a whore.

I pushed my tongue in deep, sucking up her juices. I licked and tongued her. I rubbed my face into her hot sex, fingers holding apart her petals. I dug my tongue deep into her pussy, swirling it around, my nose rubbing on her bud.

Making her twitch and gasp. Her pregnant belly swayed before me. I groaned, loving the sight of it as I wiggled my tongue as deep into her sweet and spicy snatch as I could. I gathered her cream from her depths, savoring them.

“That’s how you apologize,” she groaned. “Oh, yes, just like that, slut.”

My tongue slid up through her folds. I brushed her clit. I swirled around it, making her body tremble. Her breasts jiggled, firm and perky. Then I sucked on her nub. She let out a gasp, her back arching, pressing her hot cunt against me.

She ground as I sucked and nibbled. I plunged two fingers into her pussy, feeling her hot flesh clenching on me. I curled them, attacking her G-spot. She gasped and bucked, screaming out in rapture as her orgasm shuddered through her.

Her hot snatch spasmed on my fingers.

Juices flooded around my hand.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she howled in delicious pleasure.

I purred, flicking her clit, pumping my fingers over and over into her pussy, teasing her, not letting her orgasm die. My tongue danced across her folds, lapping around my plunging fingers as she heaved on the bed.

“You wonderful slut! Yes!”

She gasped, body quivering, as I brought her to orgasm after earth-shaking orgasm. I drank her nectar, sucked on her labia, shoved my fingers deep into her sheath, and nibbled on her clit. I did everything I could to show her the depths of my apology.

I feasted on her. Worship her. Her juices coated my mouth. I ignored the burning need in my pussy, that itch to cum and cum and cum. Now wasn’t the time. I had to feast on her. I had to love her. Show her the depths of my apology.

And love her with all my heart.

“You wonderful, dirty slut!” she moaned. “Eat me, whore! Oh, fuck! Keep making me cum!”

Her words were music to my ears. I was their slut. I lived to pleasure them.

“Mistress,” I moaned when her hands grasped my hair, pulling me tight against her pussy.

She gasped and moaned, humping her hot pussy against my lips. Her face twisted with passion, and her perky, freckled breasts jiggled as she heaved. Her face twisted in concentration as she held me in place.

“Drink it!” she screamed.

My pussy clenched in anticipation.

Sharp, acrid urine flooded my mouth. She pissed into my mouth. I swallowed the nasty fluids streaming into my lips. Her hands held my face and forced me to drink her pee. It was so humiliating. My cunt let forth another fresh flood of juices to pour down my thighs. The itch grew even more unbearable.

I drank and drank. She must have downed a lot of water beforehand. It spilled out of my mouth, staining my chin. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. I gulped it all down like the good slut I was, pleasing her.

“Oh, fuck!” she groaned. “You dirty, nasty, pee slut! Oh, shit! Cumming! I’m cumming and pissing in your whore mouth!”

Spicy, sweet juices and piss flooded my mouth as she screamed and bucked, trying to drown me in shame and humiliation.

I loved being her pee slut.

The piss trickled to a few final squirts as she collapsed back on the bed. I kept licking, finding errant drops on her pussy lips, gathering more of her spicy and sweet cream. I brushed her clit, making her shudder.

“Enough,” she groaned, her hands pushing me away. “My pussy’s too sensitive. You apologized too well.”

“Guilty,” I purred, lifting my head.

I sat on the edge of the bed, licking my lips, as I stared at her while she recovered from her pleasure. Pussy cream covered my cheeks and chin, running down to stain my blouse, and the acrid flavor of piss stained my lips. Juices coated my own thighs. I burned for a release.

“Get the hairbrush,” she ordered when she recovered. She rolled off the bed and headed to a plush chair with a high back carved of dark mahogany.

Her spanking chair.

She sat down with grace, her wonderfully perky and freckled tits swaying almost hypnotically. My lips ached to engulf her dusky nipple. To worship her body all over again. My ass clenched, needing to be spanked more than that.

I snatched up the hairbrush and hurried to her, cooing, “Please discipline me for being such a naughty slut, Mistress.”

Smiling, she took the hairbrush. “Then mount, you naughty slut.”

“Yes, Mistress!” I draped myself across her lap like a good slut.

She lifted my skirt, cool air wafting between my thighs, bringing a minor amount of relief to the fire burning in my pussy. I squirmed, more juices trickling down my thighs while I quivered, ready for the first crack of pain. I wasn’t Xiu, who was a true masochist, but I did like a warm ass.

“I am so sorry, Mistress,” I moaned. “Please, spank me! Teach me my lesson.”

“In time,” she purred. “I’m admiring the beauty of your ass and your shaved cunt. You are absolutely drenched. I bet you can’t wait to cum.”

“I can’t!” I moaned, then wiggled my ass, hoping to entice her.

“Not yet,” she ordered.

I waited, squirming on her lap. My fingers itched to plunge between my thighs or to pinch my aching nipples until I screamed. Why wouldn’t she just start the spanking? I squeezed my thighs together. Please, please, please spank me. I couldn’t take this—

SMACK!

I jumped. Pain stung my ass from the hard plastic. I gasped, “One, thank you, Mistress!”

My rump burned so wonderfully. I’d been naughty, so I earned the pleasure of my punishment.

CRACK!

The second blow landed on my other butt-cheek. Harder, stinging pain raced through me. I gasped out my count, The third followed, then a fourth. I felt so helpless, like when I had been a little girl, and a not so little teenager, pulled over Daddy’s lap. I missed him.

Damn cancer!

SMACK!

The pain jarred me out of my memory.“Five, thank you, Mistress!”

I loved it.

SMACK!

“Six, thank you, Mistress!”

My cunt ached, the heat burning into my snatch. I writhed on her lap, my clit nudging her thigh.

SMACK!

“Seven, thank you, Mistress!”

I needed to cum. I needed to cum.

SMACK!

“Eight, thank you, Mistress!”

I need to cum so badly. I rubbed my clit harder against her, humping her smooth thigh. The pressure built in my pussy. I needed my release, the heat burning from my ass, fueling my impending orgasm!

SMACK!

“Nine, thank you, Mistress!”

My entire ass blazed. The inferno boiled my pussy. I squirmed worse, grinding my clit against her, desperate for every bit of sensation. My nipples were hard, rasping against my blouse, more fuel for my passion.

SMACK!

“Ten, thank you, Mistress!”

My voice was becoming hoarse with passion. I needed to cum.

SMACK!

“Eleven, thank you, Mistress!”

The door opened. “Well, well, well. If this isn’t a lovely sight.” I couldn’t see Master, but I could feel his boyish grin as he stared at my red rump. “Her ass is glowing.”

“Isn’t it?” Mistress asked, stroking my burning butt.

I trembled, whimpering, such rapture building in me.

SMACK!

“Twelve, thank you, Mistress!”

“Though her voice is becoming tiresome. Why don’t you help me out, hun?”

“Naughty filly!” he laughed.

“Horny stallion!” she giggled.

Master moved closer. They kissed as I squirmed, juices flooding out of my cunt. There kiss went on, long and noisy, full of their love and passion. I whimpered, my ass clenching. I needed more pain. More sensation. I needed to cum.

I wanted to beg.

Master sat on the bed next to the chair. His strong hand grasped my hair and yanked my to his cock. He throbbed, tip beading with precum. The pink crown hovered right before my mouth. I ran my tongue across my lips in anticipation.

“Master, I’m so sorry!” I moaned.

“Good!” he grinned, his blue eyes burning with lust. Then he roughly shoved my head down, impaling my mouth on his cock.

SMACK!

I could only moan around the shaft pistoning roughly in and out my mouth. Master fucked my face like a wild stallion. His cock shoved painfully down my throat as Mistress rained blow after blow upon my ass.

God, I fucking needed to cum so bad. I was their toy, and they were using me to satisfy their own cravings.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

SMACK!

“Goddamn, Mare! Keep smacking her ass. Her throat constricts about my cock every time.”

SMACK!

“Like that?” Mistress asked.

“Yeah! Keep doing that, Mare!”

SMACK!

“Fuck!” Master grunted. Smack! “Fuck, yeah! Keep sucking, slut! Apologize with your dirty mouth!”

SMACK!

“It’s all a filthy, dirty girl like you is good for!”

SMACK!

I groaned, my throat tightening about his spearing cock. I was their filthy, dirty slut, and reveled in it. I humped faster against Mistress’s thigh. I needed to cum so badly. I would do anything to get my release.

Master grunted faster and faster, both hands holding my head in place as he fucked my mouth with wild thrusts. His cock fucked my throat raw as he grunted and groaned, savoring Mistress’s hand blistering my ass as he hissed out his degrading words.

“Fucking slut!” he grunted.

SMACK!

“Oh, fuck!”

“Cum!” Mistress hissed.

SMACK!

“In!” Every word punctuated by her cracking hairbrush meeting my welted ass.

SMACK!

“Her!” Mistress’s wild lust burning in her words as she hissed to Master.

SMACK!

“Naughty!”

SMACK!

“Mouth!

SMACK!”

Master did.

I shuddered as his cock erupted. He filled my mouth to the brim his wonderful spunk. Thick and salty. I swallowed as Mistress kept spanking me. I felt like such a dirty girl, being used by them for their pleasure as they punished me.

I loved it.

Master gave one last grunt as one last blast of cum filled my lips. I gulped down his cream, savoring it pouring down into my stomach. He grunted and groaned, staring down at me. He let go of my head and his cock popped out of my mouth. I coughed, gasping for breath. A drop of cum fell onto the floor.

What a waste.

“Thank you, Master, for your cum.”

“You’re welcome. What do you say, Mare, has she apologized enough?”

SMACK!

She landed that last blow right on my cunt. The hairbrush handle hit hard. A searing, wet blow that numbed my clit. Sparks surged through me, pain and ecstasy shooting right to my core.

I screamed and exploded in rapture. I bucked and moaned my passion. My snatch contracted. Waves of electric fire rushed through me. Juices squirted out of my pussy, flooding down my slutty thighs as my burning ass clenched.

“Thank you!” I howled. “Thank you! Thank you!”

My body bucked and thrashed. Stars danced before my eyes. I heaved on her lap and slipped off her. I fell to the floor, folding up into a quivering ball. I clutched myself, staring up at them, pleasure in their faces as they witnessed my whorish pleasure.

A glorious orgasm. My release had arrived in thunder.

Passion kept rolling through my body, crashing into the pain of my throbbing ass. Together, they formed a monstrous storm of rapture. Lightning and thunder reverberated through me as I convulsed. Pleasure raged through my mind.

And then the storm’s eye reached me. That moment of perfect ecstasy, the pinnacle of pleasure.

I quivered, trembled, and shook. I reveled in it. This was the sort of pleasure a woman could only experience when she gave in to her inner slut.

When the pleasure receded, I lay almost in a stupor, a smile playing on my lips.

“My naughty filly!” groaned Master as my awareness of the world came slowly back.

The bedsprings squeaked. Flesh slapped together.

“I love riding my horny stallion!”

I stood up on woozy legs. Mistress rode Master hard. They gazed into each other’s eyes, lost in their love and passion. I was merely their foreplay. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I strolled to the door, a smile painted on my face and fire burning across my ass.

I was their slut.

Violet and April waited in the main room of their suite, grins on their faces. Both were dressed as naughty schoolgirls: April in a blue-and-purple tartan skirt and Violet in a pink-and-black. The naughty slut didn’t even wear a top, just a matching tie dangling between her tiny tits reaching to the cute swell of her pregnant stomach.

“So are we still going out tonight?” April asked eagerly.

“Yeah, are we?” muttered Violet. She didn’t seem as enthusiastic as her girlfriend.

“Hell, yeah!” I couldn’t wait to try out a cum-rum. “I know just the bar!” I had spent the afternoon making phone calls, ensuring the right people would be there.

When Master and Mistress were caught up with each other, a slut had to find other ways to amuse herself. I hooked an arm around each of them. We were going to have a lot of fun tonight!

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