Billy hadn't worn clothes in months and the garments felt strange on his body. He was simply dressed in a pair of jeans and long sleeved t-shirt but he felt as though he were smothering. He was seated in the living room of his Master's house waiting for his new Mistress and her Master to arrive and pick him up. His meager belongings were in a box by the front door.
He heard their car arrive and his heart began to pound. He was surprised to find that he was nervous. Drawing in deep calming breaths, he heard the door bell ring and the footsteps of his Master as he answered the door.
Standing, he stared at his new Mistress as she entered the room. His cock hardened the moment he saw her. She was dressed in a very short, ultra-low riding, red leather mini skirt, a cropped white lace blouse, only one button holding it together over her full, unrestrained breasts. On her feet were six inch heeled, knee high leather boots.
Her eyes quickly flicked over him as she slowly approached him. Wrapping her arms about his neck, she pulled his head down to hers, as though she were to kiss him. She stared into his eyes as her fingers tangled in his air. Moving closer he closed his eyes, anticipating a kiss only to feel her instead, yanking on his hair, pulling him to the ground. "You will kneel in my presence, Slave," she growled at him.
He gasped loudly as she dragged him to the floor. He obediently knelt and she wedged the pointed toe of her boot between his knees. "Knees spread wide," she ordered. "Hands on thighs, palms up, head down," she continued.
He immediately complied. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered.
Vanessa glanced at her Master. "Very good, Pet," he complimented.
When they arrived at the house, he was shown to his room. It was larger and more luxurious than his previous quarters and he had his own private bath. In fact, everything was larger and more luxurious. I think I could get used to this, he thought, glancing out his fourth floor window.
There was a knock on his open door and he turned to see her walking in. "Is your room to you liking?" she asked.
"Yes, Mistress," he replied.
She glared at him and he hesitated, appearing puzzled, before quickly kneeling, assuming the position she had ordered him into earlier. "Please forgive me, Mistress," he pleaded.
"You may rise, William. We don't officially own you for a few more hours," she replied. "Do you have any questions?" she asked him as he stood.
"First, if you use my name, I prefer Billy. Second, what is your name?" he asked, walking to a chair to sit down.
"My name is Vanessa, but you will always address me as Mistress," she answered. "My Master's name is Nicholas, but you will address him as Master."
"Vanessa," he said. She hadn't heard someone say her name for over a year and it sent a chill down her spine. "That's a nice name," he complimented. He rose and asked, "Do you mind if I undress? I'm not used to wearing clothing and am finding them uncomfortable."
"No, go right ahead. But you should get used to them. Master prefers slaves to be provocatively dressed," she answered, watching him disrobe. As his beautiful body came into view, she felt a tingling in her belly, especially when his erect cock sprang free from his jeans. Her breathing became quick and shallow and she hungrily licked her lips.
"Will I have any free time?" he asked, enjoying her obvious physical reaction to his body.
"Yes, you will be free on Thursdays from two in the afternoon until midnight," she answered, her eyes glued to his thick, rigid cock.
"What will my duties be? Will I be expected to perform any household chores?" he asked, watching her admire his body.
"No, there is staff for housekeeping. However, you may be required to do some form of work if punishment is required. I will be meeting with Master to decide your exact role in the household," she replied distractedly. "Would you please lay on the bed?" she asked.
He looked at her quizzically before complying. He was surprised to see her kneel between his spread thighs and bend her head to his cock. A deep sigh passed his lips as his cock slipped between her full lips. His eyes opened wide with amazement as she took the full length of him in her mouth, her nose pressing against his stomach. His head fell back against the bed as he sank down into the pleasures of her mouth on him.
She sucked him hungrily, letting him slide down her throat. She loved sucking a huge cock and she had been yearning for his ever since she had first laid eyes on him. She pumped up and down on him quickly, feeling his fingers tangling in her hair.
After a minute of relentless sucking, his back arched up off the bed. "I'm gonna cum," he groaned. He jerked and swelled and she sucked him deep into her mouth letting him shoot his cum straight down her throat. She sucked him clean and slid her skirt up to her hips before straddling his thighs.
His limp cock stirred and came to life again as he stared at her bare pussy. She gently stroked his cock until it was again rock hard and raising her hips, pressed him inside her. She slowly slid down him, grinding against his hips, a low moan escaping her lips as he filled her.
His hands reached up, undoing the single button of her blouse, revealing her beautiful breasts. He gently squeezed the large mounds, the firm yet soft flesh overflowing his large hands. He pinched and twisted her erect nipples, enjoying a woman's breasts for the first time in almost a year.
She began riding him, slowly at first, her speed increasing until she was pumping his cock quickly, her ass slapping against his thighs. Surprising her, he gripped her hips and rolled them over, pinning her beneath him.
With a grunt he drove into her, fucking her hard and fast. She cried out loudly at his assault on her pussy, her juices gushing over his cock. She gripped his ass in her hands, digging her nails into his soft cheeks as he pummeled her cunt, driving her to the edge of orgasm and then over it. Thrashing against him, grinding her hips, the waves of pleasure crashed over her repeatedly. Her pussy walls clenched tightly around him and he also gave in to the mounting pleasure, crying out loudly at his own release.
He collapsed on top of her, his sweat staining the clothes she still wore.
"I see you two didn't waste any time," a deep voice spoke, startling them both. Their Master sat in a chair watching them.
Vanessa only stared at him wide eyed, not sure if he was unhappy with them or not. No rules had been set so she wasn't sure if unauthorized sex with Billy was allowed or not.
"Pet, get a strap-on and fuck the new Slave's ass," he ordered.
Billy rolled away, allowing her to rise. His bedroom had already been fully stocked with toys and she easily found what she was looking for. She shed her clothes quickly and buckled up the strap-on. It was a large one, long and thick. "On your knees, Slave, head down," she ordered him.
Billy obeyed, and she nervously knelt behind him. Of course she had been fucked in this position countless times, by her Master and by others, some using strap-ons, but she had never done it herself and was nervous.
She squirted lube on his hole, spreading it around before coating her dildo. "Shall I open him first, Master?" she asked.
"No, just dive in," he answered.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed the head of the strap-on at his ass hole and using her hips, she pushed hard. The head of the dildo slipped inside his tight ass, causing him to gasp loudly. She saw his fists clench the sheets and she pushed again, driving in hard, seeing her phallus go in half way.
Billy cried out loudly as Vanessa's dildo invaded his ass. He was no stranger to being sodomized, but his previous Master had grown weary of him and he hadn't been entered in several months and was not used to such penetration. He cried out again as Vanessa plunged again, this time to the hilt. She rested a moment, giving him a chance to get used to the size of her.
"Fuck him," their Master's voice commanded. "Fuck him good and hard, Pet."
She gripped his hips and pulled back before slamming in again. She repeated the process, speeding up once she got used to it. Soon she was fucking him hard, driving relentlessly into him, delighting in his moans and loud cries.
How she wished she could feel what the inside of his ass felt like, to actually be inside him. "May I spank him, Master?" she asked, staring down at his ivory cheeks.
"Yes, definitely, Pet," he answered, obviously pleased with her question.
Raising her hand, she slapped Billy's ass hard, raining blows against his soft flesh. Soon his cheeks were dark red, and hot to the touch. She laughed as he howled beneath her. Her response was to grip his sore flesh in her hands, squeezing roughly as she continued to punish his ass. She spread his cheeks and watched her dildo pummel his stretched hole.
"Stop Pet, pull out!" Master suddenly commanded.
Puzzled, she did as he ordered, hearing a frustrated cry from Billy. "Do not move, Slave," he thundered in his most authoritative voice.
She stepped off the bed and watched Billy, his cock throbbing, twitching in front of him. His face was twisted in a grimace, the sheets still clenched tightly in his white knuckled fists.
"He is on the verge of cumming," Master whispered to her. "Right now, he wants nothing more than to stroke his aching cock, to provide the release that he is teetering on the edge of."
Staring up at her Master, she saw the delight in his eyes as he stared at the Slave, obviously taking great joy in the young man's distress. She recalled how he sometimes did the same to her, driving her right to the edge and then suddenly stopping, leaving her in torment. It was a powerful tool.
Billy stayed bent over on the bed, his cheeks on fire, his ass hole quivering in pain from Vanessa's merciless fucking but those sensations dimmed in comparison to the aching in his cock. His balls were bursting with cum, he was so close. Master had ordered Pet to pull out at just the right time, one more stroke and he would have cum and it was taking every ounce of his self control to not touch himself, to not give the one touch that would send him over the edge.
