I blinked, glancing at the digital clock displayed in the lower right
corner of my laptop’s screen. I had been writing for a solid hour, lost in
creating my account, only slightly edited, of Master and Mistress’s story.
I was inspired by Vivian. She had written one book on what she had learned
from Master and Mistress, watching from the outside and interviewing as
many of their conquests as she could. The first Holy Book of our
burgeoning religion.
But I wanted to write their story from the other sluts’ and my intimate
perspective.
I closed my laptop, padding towards the elevator. The Murano Hotel
lobby was a pleasant place to write, with comfortable furniture and a
crackling fire. And it was blessedly quiet. Since Master commandeered the
entire hotel, only Master, us sluts, and his servants lived here. And they
mostly hung out in the convention ballrooms that had been transformed into
game rooms, stocked with video games and TV’s, and other entertainments.
The lobby also had an adjacent restroom. That was very important. As
my pregnancy developed, I found I had to use the restroom more and more
often. I wasn’t the only pregnant slut; my girlfriend Violet was also. I
was carrying Master’s child, and Violet was carrying either Master’s or
Mistress’s child. We were both excited to find out which, our due dates
only a few days apart in mid-April. I couldn’t wait to hold my baby.
The elevator dinged, I headed upstairs. I pulled out a keycard and
unlocked the door to Violet’s room. “Hey, cutie,” I announced, then
blinked. Where was she? She had been here when I left.
I shrugged, and whipped out my laptop. I probably had a little more
time, so I could get some writing done. Lillian was getting spanked right
now, so she would undoubtedly be delayed by pleasuring
Mistress–disciplining her sluts always made our Mistress so horny. No
sense in wasting the time. I opened my file, and had just started typing
when the electronic lock hummed and Violet walked in, naked and holding the
cute negligee I had bought her last week.
She sat down next to me, kissed me on the cheek, and said, “We should
get ready.”
“Sure,” I smiled, then gave her a peck on the lips. I tasted something
spicy–pussy. “Umm, you’ve been fooling around with someone.”
“Yeah,” she shrugged. “Just a maid.”
“I’m sorry I missed out,” I pouted, then gave her another kiss, savoring
that spicy flavor. “I love the taste of pussy. Maybe there’s time to have
a little fun.”
“Maybe,” Violet grinned. “I love it when you go down on me!”
That sounded like a wonderful idea. My girlfriend had the
second-best-tasting pussy in the world, after Mistress. I knelt on the
floor, the tight weave rough on my knees, and spread her thighs open like a
book. Her pussy was glistening with juices, and looked as tight as a
virgin’s. I adjusted my glasses, then took a long, slow lick up her slit.
She moaned softly, “I love you.”
Oh, what a sweetie. “I love you, too!”
Then I buried my face into her snatch and devoured her. She tasted
wonderfully spicy. It was a slightly sweeter spice than the maid’s pussy
staining her lips, and far more delicious. I spread her tight labia open,
and worked my finger deep into her. She leaned back, moaning my name and
writhing her hips into my face.
“Oh, yes! Eat me! I’m going to cream your face!”
Wonderful! I loved making her cum, and let my tongue dig deep inside
her. My finger found her tiny clit, pinching and rubbing. She jumped,
tossing her head back. Her pigtails danced through the air, so cute and
innocent. Her moans grew in pitch, and then she shuddered and screamed out
her passion, flooding my lips with her spice.
“Good one?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she panted. “We really should get ready though.”
My pussy was horny, but I knew we’d be having plenty of fun at the bar.
We dressed in nearly-identical, naughty schoolgirl outfits. Lillian’s
idea. I wore a blue-and-purple tartan skirt that barely covered my ass and
a low-cut, white blouse that was so thin my nipples were clear as day
through it. Violet just went with a pink-and-black tie that was loose
about her neck so it wouldn’t hide her choker The tie matched her black
tartan skirt, dangling between her immature breasts down to the soft curve
of her pregnant belly. She looked so cute and yummy.
“Come on!” I eagerly said.
We headed upstairs to Master and Mistress’s suite. The bodyguards, a
pair of the new recruits, let us in. 49, a voluptuous African America,
took the opportunity to pat my ass while her partner, a redhead called 50,
pinched Violet’s nipples. They may have been new guards, but they seemed
to fit right in. Master had a very discerning eye, and only found the best
women to serve him.
We didn’t wait long on Lillian. She looked flushed and sweaty when she
walked out of their bedroom, her hard nipples straining the white blouse
that was tied just beneath her breasts, and a very short, red-and-black
tartan skirt swirled about her thighs as she walked. She beamed at us, cum
staining her lips and chin. She ran a hand through her black hair streaked
with blue and purple highlights as she walked over to us. I sighed. I
must be the only slut with such unmanageable hair. Mine was always bushy,
but Master seemed to love it. So I guess it was okay.
“So are we still going out tonight?” I asked eagerly.
“Yeah?” muttered Violet. I glanced at her, and she smiled. It was nice
of her to go out with me, even if she wasn’t excited about it.
“Hell, yeah!” Lillian exclaimed with her usual peppiness. “I know just
the bar!”
Lillian hooked an arm around both of us. I couldn’t help licking at
Master’s drying cum on her chin. My tongue reached her mouth. The dirty
slut had also been pleasuring Mistress, and I savored her spicy, sweet
juices on my slut-sister’s lips. Violet leaned in, and we shared a sloppy,
three-way kiss, Lillian’s lip piercing cold and hard against my mouth.
The black-haired slut laughed. “You both have been eating fish taco
tonight!”
I laughed, but Violet frowned. “No. I had a hamburger for dinner.”
“She means you’ve been eating pussy,” I giggled. Violet had quite the
sheltered life. Her mother was a very abusive woman, locking Violet in a
room filled with heat lamps whenever she was bad. Violet had hinted to me
that once she had been caught with another girl, and that had earned her a
week locked in that room. She stayed Master’s slut just to avoid going
back to the horrible woman, while I had stayed because I had a schoolgirlcrush on Master. I still did, but it had diminished a bit as Violet and I
had become close. I would always love Master and Mistress, but it was
Violet that made my heart beat excitedly now.
“Oh,” Violet smiled fondly, “I did eat some yummy pussy.”
“That’s the best kind of pussy!” Lillian grinned.
We reached the elevator, heading down to the lobby and sharing kisses.
Lillian squealed when Violet slapped her ass. My girlfriend shyly smiled,
and said, “Just making sure you were properly spanked for your mean
comment.”
“Umm, I was properly spanked,” Lillian purred. I could tell; her ass
was cherry red.
The elevator dinged; the doors opened on the lobby. 51 stood at the
doors, waiting. The Black bodyguard wore the traditional uniform: navy
blue; short skirt; half-unbuttoned blouse that had slipped down to reveal a
pink nipple; a thick, black gunbelt; gun; handcuffs; amulet, bronze,
dangling between her small tits; and her choker, tight about her throat,
engraved with 51.
“What are you three up to?” 51 yawned. She looked tired, working hard
to keep Master and Mistress safe.
“Going out,” Lillian grinned. “Want to come? I’ve arranged for a bunch
of hot guys to bathe us in cum.”
“Wait, what?” squeaked Violet. “I thought we were just going to the
bar.”
“Right, for some cum-rum,” Lillian giggled, a wicked gleam in her dark
eyes. “Well, virgin-cum-rums for them. Which is just cum, of course!”
“So what’s this about a cum bath?”
“Haven’t you ever wanted to be just absolutely drenched in cum?” Lillian
asked. “To feel all that hot, sticky jizz running down your body?”
“No,” Violet answered, and I shook my head. Though it did sound
interesting.
“You’re talking bukkake, right?” 51 asked.
“Well, well, well,” grinned Lillian, nudging the Black bodyguard. “Do
you want to get your slut on with us, 51?”
“No, thanks. My husband’s expecting me.”
Violet looked at me and mouthed ‘bukkake’. I shrugged.
“Bring him along. We could use another Black guy with a big dick
showering us in spunk!”
“I’m…” 51 yawned, “…too tired. Have fun.”
Lillian shrugged, “Your loss.”
51 pulled out her Nextel, the cell-phone-like radios the bodyguards
used. “51 to control, who’s on the duty roster for escorting three VIPs?”
“Squad F,” a woman answered. I wasn’t sure which bodyguard had
answered; there were a hundred of them now.
“They’ll be guarding Lillian, Violet, and April all night. Have an
escort readied.”
“Roger that, ma’am.”
“Okay, I’m signing off,” 51 said, punching the up button on the
elevator.
“Have a good one, ma’am.”
“You, too, 38.”
It took about ten minutes for squad F to assemble our vehicles and
escorts. Three black SUV’s pulled up at the front of the hotel and the ten
bodyguards of the squad formed up around us. They were commanded by 07, a
tall, Black woman with her hair braided in tight cornrows. She was one of
the women that had volunteered to serve Master after the Miracle, quitting
her job as a police officer and traveling to Washington State to join up.
“So where are we going, miss?” 07 asked Lillian when we trooped out.
“The Lucky Cowgirl in Spaneway,” Lillian answered. “It’s a great bar,
just the right sort of atmosphere for what I have planned.”
“Which is a bukkake?” I asked, still not sure what that word meant.
07 snorted with laughter. “You girls are nasty.”
“Umm, another bodyguard that’s heard of it. You are all such sluts!”
Lillian laughed. “Do you want to join in?”
“I’m not allowed to indulge on duty, miss,” 07 answered. “You know
that.”
“Oh, how forgetful of me. Well, if you change your mind, we’ll forget
that you’re on duty.”
“I’d know,” she flatly said. “We take our job very seriously.”
We piled into the SUV, the middle one of three, and sped off. Police
lights strobed on all three vehicles, letting people know to get out of our
way. They took the left on 13th Street, heading down the hill towards the
on-ramp to Highway 705. The SUV’s raced onto the freeway, quickly merging
onto I-5, and finally Highway 512, before we exited onto Pacific Avenue
fifteen minutes later, heading south.
The entire time, Violet stared out the SUV’s window. Finally, I
couldn’t take her silence anymore. “What is it?” I asked her, nuzzling my
girlfriend.
She shrugged, “Just thinking about a problem.”
“What?”
She glanced at me, then looked down at her hands. “It’s nothing, April.
I just don’t know what to do.”
“C’mon, you can tell me,” I said, nudging her. “I love you.”
Violet glanced at me, her lips working like she wanted to say something.
“It’s fine. Let’s just have fun tonight, okay.”
“You sure?”
She leaned against me and kissed me on the lips. “Yeah. There’s no
sense in ruining tonight with it.”
“You’ll tell me, right?”
“Yeah. I just need to find the right way.”
I frowned at that, opening my mouth to press her, when the SUV pulled
into a parking lot.
“We’re here,” Lillian said, clapping her hands in excitement. “This is
going to be so much fun!”
A busty bodyguard, numbered 84, opened the SUV door and Violet slid out.
I followed after her, and had my first look at the Lucky Cowgirl. It was a
dark brown building with a riotous neon sign of a scantily-clad cowgirl:
jean skirt, frilly blouse, cowboy boots, and a stetson hat perched on her
head. The parking lot was large, but it was half-empty. That was strange
since it was Friday night.
“Illness, the bar tender, owed me a favor,” Lillian grinned, seeming to
read my mind. “I once fucked him, so he was thrilled to close the bar for
our private party. Plus the hundred grand I’m paying him. You should have
seen the look on Rachel’s face when I requisitioned it.”
I giggled, imagining the brunette looking at the requisition form
labeled ‘for bukakke party’.
She pulled me to the doors; I was disappointed that they were the normal
doors and not the double, half-doors you’d see saloons having in old
Westerns. Music thumped inside the bar, screeching guitar, pumping bass,
pounding drums–rock and roll. A group of men were lounging about, sipping
beers, and I saw only two women. I recognized one, Jessie from the church,
but the other was a Native American girl with cinnamon skin hanging on the
arm of a skinny guy with a thin mustache and a weaselly face.
“Finally,” grinned Kevin, his arms wrapped around Jessie. “I thought
you girls weren’t coming.”
Lillian eyed the man. “Nice turnout. Thanks, Kevin!”
“I was happy to help,” Kevin laughed. “Let me make some introductions.”
He clapped his hands on a nerdy-looking guy. “This is Glen, my former
roommate, and that’s Tommy, my other roommate.” He pointed to a tall, even
nerdier looking guy with glasses. Then he pointed at a middle-aged guy,
“This is Oscar, my old boss, and next to him is Officer Chan, of Puyallup’s
finest.” The Asian man smiled and waved at me. “Then back there is Eric.
You probably know his ex-wife Beth.” I did. So that was the man whose cock
didn’t satisfy her anymore after Master knocked her up. Eric was actually
pretty buff and handsome. “The Black guy’s Ernard. His wife was in the
Jogging Club. And the skinny guy that brought his girlfriend to the party
is George. And she’s Hannah.” The Native American girl grinned.
“I know you,” I blurted out. “You were at the engagement orgy. You
were a waitress with Xiu and Korina.” And Fiona, but I didn’t bring her up,
the traitorous bitch! Both her and Thamina could go jump off a pier for
siding with Lilith!
Hannah smiled. “We both were. George was a cook at the restaurant, and
we got to know each other quite well that night!” George chuckled.
“Wow. I would love to interview you about what happened that night atop
the Space Needle. I’ve gotten Xiu and Korina’s version, but…”
“April, we’re here to have fun, not discuss scholarship,” Lillian butted
in.
“Oh, right. Sorry.”
“We’d love to talk to you,” George answered. “Later.”
“Well, let’s see, did I miss anyone?” He noticed a fat, jolly looking
fellow. “That’s Jerry. He’s a great cabby.”
“With a great cock,” giggled Jessie. “He gives me a free ride, and I
give him a free suck.”
“Don’t forget me,” a guy slouching in the back said. “I’m Joey.”
“Right, that’s Joey,” Kevin muttered. “His girlfriend just broke up
with him, and so I felt bad and let him come along.”
“She didn’t break up with me,” Joey complained. “She just wanted to
spend time with her other boyfriend.”
“Yeah, her big-dicked, Black boyfriend she met during the Best Buy
Incident,” Kevin answered. “And whom she moved in with last week.”
Joey glared at him. “Marcy’ll be back.”
Kevin shrugged. “Oh, and that’s Illness behind the bar. Don’t ask me
why they call him that.”
“Because I’m so ill,” the scruffy guy with long, dirty blonde hair
answered.
“You don’t look sick,” Violet pointed out.
“No, ‘ill’. Like, cool.”
“Oh, is that some old slang?”
“Fuck,” Illness muttered.
“Anyway, let’s get this party started,” Lillian shouted, grabbing Violet
and me and pulling us to the center of the room, where she knelt down. I
glanced at her, then at Violet, who looked pale.
“What are we doing?” I asked.
“We’re going to pleasure all these guys, and let them cum all over our
nubile bodies,” Lillian answered.
“That’s bukkake?” I asked.
She nodded. “Wild, huh. The girls in those videos get literally
drenched in cum. I can’t wait. Now get down here.”
“But, I’m not supposed to be with other men,” Violet protested.
“Master’s orders.”
“You’re not fucking them. Just sucking them and jacking them off. No
cock has to penetrated your pussy, now get down on your knees, slut.”
Violet fell to her knees, obeying Lillian’s authoritative command.
Lillian glanced at me, her eyes hard, and I dropped to my knees like a good
slut. The men started gathering around us, pants coming down, and a
veritable forests of cocks hardened about us. Short cocks, fat cocks, dark
cocks and pale ones. Some were circumcised, others were not, but they were
all pointing at us, throbbing in anticipation.
Ernard’s big cock loomed in front of me, and I opened my mouth and
engulfed his Black prick. He groaned, gripping a handful of my bushy-brown
hair, and fucked my mouth. “What a slut,” he groaned. “She’s so young.
Only sixteen, I bet. Thank you, Mark.”
“I know!” someone else chuckled. Out of the corner of my eye, a white
cock loomed near my face. I reached up and grasped it with my hand,
fisting him. It was awkward, but I kept at it. I found it so depraved to
blow one man while jerking off another. My pussy moistened, leaking my
juices down my thighs.
“She knows how to suck,” Ernard grunted. “She’s one of His sluts, after
all.”
“Our God’s had His way with every one of her holes,” the owner of the
white cock laughed. “He’s broken her in every way, I bet.”
I’m glad I was living up to their expectations. I was a slut, and proud
of it. I sucked harder, relaxing my throat and letting him shove that
monster down my esophagus. He pumped faster, grunting with every thrust,
his heavy, hairy balls slapping my chin. He fucked my mouth harder,
gripping my head to keep me in place. He possessed me utterly, treating me
like a dirty whore.
“Oh, fuck,” the other man groaned, my fist sliding up and down on his
prick. I think it was one of Kevin’s friends. He had glasses, so that
made him Tommy. “Oh, holy fuck!”
His cock throbbed, and then I could feel his cum rushing through his
urethra before it sprayed my cheek and neck. Another blast landed on my
blouse, soaking through and sticking the fabric to my tit. A final blast
landed on my chest, trickling down between my breasts in warm, gooey
rivulets. I let go of his cock, and another took its place. I kept
jerking.
“Goddamn!” grunted Ernard, then he pulled out, his thick, dark cock
bobbing in front of my face as he rapidly fisted himself. “Goddamn it!”
Cum fountained out, spraying my glasses and face. It was thick, runny,
and there was a lot of it. A second and third blast splashed upon me,
coating my entire face in creamy cum. I couldn’t see; my glasses were
stained with his sticky jizz. So I pulled them off with my free hand, and
slowly licked them clean as Ernard looked down at me.
“What a dirty slut,” he grunted as he watched my depraved,
glass-cleaning performance, his cock rising. Did he take one of Sam’s
magical Viagra? “Clean my cum off, whore!
I was glad to, showing him just how much of a slut I was. His cum was
runny, and rather sweet tasting. I had heard pineapple juice could do
that. I licked my glasses until every last drop of cum was off the lenses,
swallowing the wonderful stuff. The owner of the cock I was jerking–I
couldn’t tell who he was without my glasses, he was just a man-shaped
blur–groaned, then hot jizz splashed on my face and neck.
I finally licked all the cum off my glasses and, after wiping my saliva
off the lenses on my skirt, I put them back on. Finally able to see more
than a foot again, I caught a glimpse of Violet and Lillian sharing a
jizz-filled kiss, both their faces dripping with white cum. Lillian had a
shot glass in one hand, the rim sticky. I guess she had her cum-rum. If I
wasn’t pregnant, I would have savored the thrill of cum and alcohol mixed
together. I was about to join my girlfriend and Lillian and share a
three-way, cummy kiss, when Oscar grabbed my hair and just thrust his cock
into my mouth, pumping away.
He was treating me like such a whore, not even worth the time of talking
to and asking permission. My fingers were messy with Ernard’s cum, so I
shoved them between my thighs and buried them deep inside my spongy cunt. I
groaned around Oscar’s dick, fingering my pussy as hard and fast as he
fucked my sweet mouth.
“Fuck!” a man groaned nearby, and suddenly ropy cums lashed me, matting
down my hair.
I reveled in the decadence of it, and came on my fingers, pleasure
shuddering through me. More cum shot on me from another direction,
splashing my neck and shoulder. I loved it, bucking and moaning around
Oscar’s cock. I couldn’t wait for more cum to cool on my hot skin. I
wanted to be showered in filth. It ran down my body, and I swiped my
finger through a gob on my neck, and shoved the cum deep into my pregnant
pussy, fingering myself to another orgasm.
“Yes!” Oscar groaned, pulling his cock out of my mouth.
“Cum on me!” I moaned, grinding the heel of my hand into my clit.
“Baste me in your filth! Degrade me! I’m such a nasty whore!”
Oscar came, and so did Kevin, who stepped up on my left, and two jets of
cum splashed on my face and neck. I leaned back, thrusting my tits
forward, and let them shower me. Kevin’s second blasted landed right
between my tits, staining my blouse. My top was so wet with cum, my
nipples were showing through the thin fabric.
I had a moment’s respite, and surveyed the bar. Ernard had his hands
wrapped around both of Violet’s pigtails, violently fucking her mouth. I
knew just how much my girlfriend loved to have her pigtails used as
handlebars. Her entire top seemed drenched in cum, clinging to her small
tits, and more cum had run down her back to stain her tartan skirt.
Lillian had a cock in both hands, fisting them, and going back and forth,
sucking each one.
My mouth watered, and George stepped up and shoved his cock in my mouth.
I loved it. After he basted my body in his spunk, I found Violet and
shoved a tongue deep into her mouth; she was full of cum. I savored my
girlfriend’s lips, so happy that we could share this depraved evening.
Together, we sucked Kevin’s cock, kissing each other around his tip while
we fingered each other. She was tight and wet an,d when she came, her cunt
bore down hard on my fingers. Her digits found all the right spots inside
my pussy, and she had me cumming in record time. I moaned around Kevin’s
cock, and he erupted in my lips, pulling out so his second blast ran from
from Violet’s chin across to my cheek.
“You dirty sluts,” giggled Lillian, crawling over to lick Kevin’s, and
quite a few other men’s, cum off our face. “So how do you like a bukkake
party?”
“It’s fun,” I giggled.
“Yeah,” Violet nodded. “It’s so filthy!”
“I know!” moaned Lillian. She glanced at the guys. “Looks like we
still have some hard cocks to attend to, sluts!”
“Roger,” I saluted, then crawled over to the jolly, fat cabby, and
sucked his cock into my lips.
We were going to fuck and suck and drain their cocks dry until they
collapsed from exhaustion and dehydration! Violet found herself a cock,
and Lillian sucked Ernard’s big dick into her lips. Another blast of cum
landed in my hair. More cum slashed on my cheek. I cooed around the
cabby’s cock and it wasn’t long before his load stained my tits. And
another hard cock awaited my hungry lips!
Hours later, the three of us stumbled out of the bar, covered in drying
cum; our hair mussed and tousled and matted with sticky jizz, and our
clothing was stained and ruined from the amount of spunk that had been
ejaculated on us. We walked arm-in-arm, happy and proud. The bodyguards
of Squad F applauded and wolf-whistled when we stumbled out. All three of
us bowed, reveling in the attention. We were sluts, and absolutely not
ashamed of it.
“Next time you have a bukkake party,” 07 grinned, “why don’t you do it
on our night off. Me and the girls would love to join in.” The other
members of squad F chimed in their agreement.
“Absolutely,” Lillian declared, then suddenly threw her arms around 07
and gave the Black girl a cummy kiss. When they broke their embrace, 07’s
skimpy cop’s uniform was covered in smears of white cum. “There, now you
look more like a slut.”
07 laughed.
I yawned, “Let’s get home. I need to sleep.”
“And a shower,” Violet nodded, looking down at her bare tits covered in
white, dried jizz.
“Hell, no!” Lillian grinned. “I’m sleeping in this mess!”
“You are such a slut,” Violet laughed, and threw her arms around Lillian
and kissed her.
“Thank you,” Lillian answered when their kiss finished. “Do you forgive
me for being such a cunt during the meeting, Violet?”
“How can I stay mad when you’re the biggest slut in the world?”
As we drove back to Tacoma, my girlfriend’s head on my lap, happiness
filled me. I was so thrilled that I had been chosen by Master back in
June. I had given him my virginity, and he gave me this wonderful family
and my even more wonderful girlfriend. I think tomorrow I’d surprise
Master with a wake-up blowjob to show him how much I appreciated him.
I loved licking his cum off my glasses!