Fire Sale - Part 2
Fire Sale - slave girl sara
As you saw in part one, I am May and have been working at Tropez, a club owned by Jim. I have been found guilty of wrongdoing and received a punishment. During that punishment I discovered that I was being sent to work for one of Jim's good friends. After spanking and fucking me Jim told me to stay put over the spanking horse.
It must have been an hour or more until he came back, straight to my head for me to suck him hard, then another fucking, this time using my nipples to pull him back into me. Then to my head to take his lot. This happened twice more, but on the third time someone was with him.
"She sure has a cute butt, even with your handprints all over it."
"Try her head, I have trained her to swallow a good length."
He dropped his trousers, nipped my nose so my mouth would open and put in a fairly slack but thick cock. He was soon hard and then moved behind me.
"I may as well fuck her face while she is still mine."
And Jim did, so I had my mouth and pussy pounded. When they finished, I was stood up.
"Well what do you think?"
"She is nice and tight for fucking but I really prefer bigger tits."
Jim pinched my nipples and stretched my tits out.
"See, plenty of growing room."
He studied them.
"Let me fuck her again and I will decide."
He was a lovely fucker, no slaps or nipple tugging so I bucked him in rhythm with his in and out.
"Deal."
The men shook hands, and an envelope was handed over.
"Do you want her dressed or take her as she is?"
"Just a coat will suffice."
I was led outside by a nipple.
"Sit in the front seat, I want your sweet lips on my cock as I drive."
"Yes Sir."
"Do you like the seaside?"
"Yes Sir, only ever been once."
He eased back on his car seat, and I took out his cock and placed my head over it. He thrust forward and into my mouth went his cock.
"You will be based on the beach, tethered by an ankle, how does that sound?"
"Paradise Sir."
We stopped as he cum in my mouth.
"Good girl, you have impressive staying power."
"Thank you Sir."
He lifted my head, and we had arrived at a large house.
"You may get out, what is your name?"
"I was Christened May but also answer to slave Sir, but you could choose your favourite name for me."
Two slaps across my face.
"I never asked for a monologue, it was a one-word answer I wanted slave."
I did not answer and earned two more slaps on each cheek.
"Sorry Sir, I am still learning your ways."
We stood on his drive overlooking the sand and sea and he lowered his zip. I took my place and sucked him off. I spent the night in his bed and was fucked on a regular basis.
In the morning, I ran him a bath then was allowed into his water after he got out and he washed me all over, hard. He had a housekeeper and two servants and a young man who tended his garden, he also fucked the servants and after day one, me too. My new Sir was a very successful businessman with all the luxuries that gave him.
After two days acclimatising myself to his ways and his home, and his housekeeper`s kitchen strap, I was led, naked to the beach. He screwed a dog lead anchor into the sand and fastened a long leather lead to my ankle. He had his deck chair and two windbreaks forming a U shape plus a small changing tent. The use of both would soon come apparent.
I was told to go behind the windbreaks, kneel and wait for a cock to be pushed through one of three holes cut in each side. His two servants arrived and came in with me and we all stripped naked. They were more marked than me and must have been extremely naughty.
The cocks came through thick and fast and thin and long, some wanted a hand wank, some a mouth wank and some just a pee, glad I did not get many of them. To be honest we did not have to drink it, more point the cock into a hole and cover it up. That`s not to say some was not drunk by some of us.
We three were still servicing the cocks when his housekeeper brought down a hamper and a shopping bag. Sir went into the tent with his housekeeper and the hamper, they chatted as she served him.
She put up a closed sign outside our morning workplace and in turn we were turned over the padded stocks as she took her strap from the shopping bag.
"The number of lashes is how much money you took in the holed screen."
The two other girls got five each and I got eight, all on my bottom. She took water and cheese sandwiches out of her bag for us, and we sat and ate. Sir came back to his seat and the housekeeper held us all out to pee, like little girls. No one complained, why would we?