The Slavescapades

Morgan awoke to light suddenly blaring into her room as the curtains were opened, quickly pulling her duvet over her face. "Sorry Miss, but the Master wishes you present for breakfast." Morgan let out a sigh into her pillow before pushing herself up into sitting. "Thank you, Claire."

The maid had opened Morgan's wardrobe for her, and lifted out an outfit for her. Morgan stretched briefly then got out of bed, and wandered over to the older lady. Unlike the other two girls, Morgan had developed an accord with the staff, and Claire was no different. In fact, Claire had been the Master's old slave before Morgan has replaced her 6 months ago, had been retired by the Master and given a job as the maid instead. And for that, Morgan had great respect. "What's with the new clothes?" She ventured, eyeing out the garment Claire laid out on the bed for her.

"Ah, the Master's new idea. Every morning he sees you three, or rather those two, trying to outwhore each other for his benefit, and has decided that Monday to Friday, you will wear a specific uniform. Each one is different, and this is yours for today." Claire lifted Monday's uniform infront of Morgain and examined it, a breastless-crotchless black lace skin-tight bodystocking. "Well, it'll compliment your figure at least."

Morgan took it from her, stripped in front of the maid and gingerly pulled it on. It covered her body from her collar bone, over her arms and hands down to her toes, leaving her nipples and cunt open. She examined herself in the mirror, "Well, the Master is taking the other two to the office. If Forbes wants me to wear something else, I can change."

Claire uttered a noise of surprise, covering it with a cough before enquiring gently. "Forbes?"

"Oh!" Morgan chuckled, cupping her breasts as she still looked at herself in the mirror. "It's the staff servicing today and I'm doing it."

"You are?" Claire couldn't help but smile at the girl, stepping back to watch her. There was a little resentment here, but she couldn't help but like Morgan. "He normally brings people in for it."

Morgan nodded. In her sixth months as the Master's slave, she had only performed sexual acts on his staff once, and that was sucking Edwards' dick while he was driving, just for her master's amusement. He normally ordered a seperate girl to come in and look after his staff on their contract given day off. "Well, I guess he's got three of us now, so doesn't need to."

She gave her nipples a little rub before letting go of her breasts and turning to Claire. Claire, she knew, was what she would one day become, if she was lucky. Once she was retired from being a slave, she would be given the job of helping look after them, and while old compared to her, Claire was only in her late forties, still attractive, still tight, still sexual and very sexy. Well, servicing the staff means her too, Morgan mused to herself and as she passed Claire, gave her a little pat on the bum. "I guess I'll be seeing you later then."

At Claire's young sounding giggle, Morgan laughed as well, then made her way down to the dining room for breakfast.

As she walked in, it became apparent that she was the only one wearing her true Monday uniform; the other two had been provided something to wear at the office. Alexis was wearing a grey suit skirt, with side rips up to her ass, and a black blouse, and Cassie a similiar skirt but in black and a blue blouse. They both eyed her up as she came in, notably a little smirky at their honour of getting to go to the office today, and looking down at Morgan for her job. Morgan on the other hand just didn't care, and sat there with a small pleasant smile on her face as her Master sat down. Forbes arrived with breakfast for them all, and twenty minutes later the Master got up and led his slaves to the Foyer.

Morgan stood next to Edwards and Forbes as the Master bid them farewell for the day. "Alexis is going to drive me there today, so that Edwards might have his day. We'll be back around four, four thirtyish, so you have until then, Morgan." With that, he turned and led his two slaves out of the door.

As soon as they had reached the bottom of the steps and went towards the car, Forbes closed the door and spun around to face Morgan, looking her over. "Now this will not do. We want something more... uncovering." Morgan took an involuntary step backwards, right onto Edwards, who nudged his knee firmly into the back of hers, causing her legs to go out from under her.

"You're right Forbes, but before we make her get changed..." He allowed a chuckle, moving down behind her as he unzipped his trousers. Forbes grinned, leerishly, and followed suit, unzipping his trousers and lifting out his old and hefty cock.

"Excellent idea, Edwards." With that, he looked down as Morgan, pressing on her shoulders for her to be on her hands and knees and rubbed his quickly stiffening member to her lips. "First we shall spitroast you, then you will go and get changed into something a little more bare, then you will go and collect Harris, then the chef, then meet us in the lounge."

Morgan barely had time to agree before he forced his cock into her mouth, while Edwards pushed into her cunt from behind. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, well aware that they would be doing the majority of the work for her at this point. As Forbes dug his hands into her hair and pulled her face onto his wide cock, she felt the red hot tingle return to her, and while Edwards was fucking her hard from behind, she wished it was Forbes inside her cunt. Still, he was fucking her mouth harder, sending his dick down her throat with each thrust. Rocking back and forth as Edwards rammed into her, she kept her eyes on that disgusting old man fucking her mouth.

Then he leant in, putting one of his hands under her and gripped one of her tits, as he forced the entire length of his cock into her mouth. With her nosed pressed up to him, she could only gag lightly as he throat fucked her, filling up her whole mouth and throat with his cock, and with that she felt him take his hand off of her tit and put it on her throat, and squeeze.

Already short on breath, she started squirming under him, but Edwards smacked her ass hard as she did. "Give me your hands whore." Forbes gripped her hair and held her up as she lifted both hands off of the floor and put her arms behind her back, and shuddered as Edwards gripped her wrists with both hands and pulled on them, fucking her even harder as he pulled her onto him. Morgan made silent moaning noises and gasped for breath, finding none as he gripped her throat even harder, until finally her eyes closed and she passed out.

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In the mean time, the Master and the girls had arrived at the Master's company building. He had led them upstairs and to his office, leaving Alexis at the receptionist's desk. He had given both his PA and the receptionist the day off, and gave Alexis strict instructions. "Anyone wants to come in, you make buzz me on the intercom, then make them wait exactly six minutes, then send them in."

Alexis had nodded and sat down behind the reception, pouting as her master left and went into his office with Cassie, closing the door behind them.

Inside, the Master sat down on his big leather chair and reclined it back, turning it towards the the windows that made up one wall of his office. "Lift up your skirt and come here Cassie" he ordered, and she obeyed, walking around the front of his chair, however when she tried to climb onto him face to face he stopped her, waving his finger around for her to turn around. She complied, and hitched up her skirt as she leant back to sit on him, while he undid his belt and trousers and pulled out his cock. He manouvered her to press her ass down on his cock, allowing her to pull apart her ass cheeks, shuddering as the bulbous head pressed against her assring.

She pressed down and slowly he forced her open, sliding into her ass as she sat down on him, putting her full weight and moaning as his full length pushed inside her. Once she was sat on him, he reached around her pulled open her shirt and released her overly ample breasts into the air and into sight, and then pulled both of her legs wide apart, letting them rest on the arms of his chair. He pressed her head to the side, giving him room to bite into her neck, sucking on it briefly as he hooked his fingers down to her cunt, pulling open the lips and rubbing her clit. "Now ride me."

Cassie struggled for a moment, then using her arms lifted slightly and dropped onto his cock again, moaning as he fiddled with her cunt, while she stared out straight ahead, through the windows to the building on the otherside. She could see people across there, and a window cleaner and some builders on the roof, though none had yet noticed her spread open vagina or her bouncing tits, though as her master pressed his two of his fingers into her cunt, she hoped they would.

She moaned, leaning back into him, pressing down on his cock and instead of riding him, started working her ass muscles around him. She smirked a little to herself; Morgan was a wide open bucket, cunt and ass, and this would surely put her in his favour more so than she was now, having been chosen over Morgan to come in and then chosen over Alexis to be fucked. She was still gripping the chair, listening to her Master's heavy breathing as she clamped around his cock and he pushed his two fingers further inside her in sync to it, when the intercom buzzed. "Er, a Mr.. uh, Haines to see you see."

He pulled his hand out of her cunt and reached over to hit the button on the intercom. "Okay, 6 minutes." He leant around and gripped one of her bouncing tits, squeezing it and then pinching her nipple. "Better fuck me fast then slave... you arent getting off till I'm finish. And look, you're being watched." He lifted her chin to the window cleaner and the builders, whom had both noticed the show and had turned to watch. Cassie did not go red, merely spread her legs a little further and started bouncing up and down on his cock, tensing hard as she lifted herself up and then dropped down on him, furiously forcing his cock into her ass.

Wiping sweat off of her brow, she check the clock infront of her: two minutes. He suddenly swung the chair around to its normal place at the desk, lifted both of her feet onto the desk to give her something to press up from, also to bare her to whomever came through the door. Another minute passed of her dropping onto his cock and he still had not finish, and he hissed at her: "If they come in and you're still there, I'm going to tie you up and leave you for days... let Morgan and Alexis punish you." With that, Cassie slammed down onto him as hard as she could, and it took only thirty seconds of that to finish him. He spurted his thick cum into her ass, but at the same time she could hear Alexis say "Go right ahead, Mr Haines" and a silhoutte appeared at the door.

Cassie leapt off of her master's lap and quickly placed his cock back into his trousers and zipped him up, pulling her skirt down as she stood to the left of his desk. The man came in and shook his head, looking back at Alexis. "Nice looking girl Flynn, but dim as hell... kept calling me Mr Haines."

"Jesus Bill, sorry... my girl is off sick and that's what the temp agency sent me." At that moment, the Master turned to look where Mr Harrety as he was actually named bemused gaze had gone to, and frowned as he saw Cassie's shirt still wide open and bunched over her massive drooping breasts. "Girl, sort yourself out." He snapped, then turned back to Mr Harrety.

"So Bill, what can I do for you?"

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Morgan awoke at some point, though she was unsure how long she had been out, with her cheek pressed to the foyer's tiled floor. She lay there for a moment, before the reasons why flooded back and she let out a little smirk, before pushing herself back onto her knees. It was then, almost simultaenously that she realised she was both naked, and could feel the warm trickle of sperm coming from not just her cunt, but also her ass. "Dirty bastards" she grinned to herself, and stood up. Now what had he told her to do?

"Oh! Get changed," she remember, and headed up the steps and made her way towards her room. The tingling feeling had not yet left her cunt and had returned as soon as she regained consciousness: she surmised it would not leave until well after Forbes had had her properly. Resisting the urge to begin playing with herself, she ducked into her room.

On the bed lay only a black simple thong, which she promptly pulled on, assuming that was all she was being asked to wear. With that, she turned and went on the next part of her tasks: to find Harris the gardener. On he way out, she didn't run into any of the other staff, and quickly made her way outside into the grounds. The master had a sizeable amount of land around his house, mostly garden with a few wooded areas with a gardening hut situated in off to the side. It was to this that she made her way, finding herself niether too warm nor too cold as she walked around mostly naked. She found herself gently rubbing one of her nipples as she searched, and running her fingers over her throat where he had choked her, hoping it was not a one time occurence.

As she approached the shack, she peered through the windows, seeing nothing, and knocked on the door. There was no answer, but as she began to open the door, a voice came from behind her. "Oi, what're you doing in there, love?"

She spun around to find Harris, a man of similar age to Mr Forbes but far less well-aged, with a balding head and white whiskers coming out of his chin, underneath a mouth missing a fair few teeth, standing infront of her, not even remotely suprised by her nudity. "Well?"

"Uh, I'm here to collect you, Mr Forbes sent me. It's the staff's servicing today." The man infront of her visible deflated at that, kicking the grass.

"Aww, I was hoping it would be the big titted bitch the Master recently got..." he mumbled off, before he dropped the trowel he was holding, and unzipped his pants. "Ah well, beggars can't be choosers. Lie down then, love."

"But..." She started to try and explain that they were to go to the house, but he silenced her and she quickly dropped onto the grass, spreading her legs automatically. She did not want this man like she wanted Forbes to fill her up with cock, though she would happily take a fucking, desperate for something between her legs to fill her up, however as he pushed his trousers down off of his legs and climbed on her, she was disappointed. He moved over her with her head between his legs and his head between hers. He stroked his cock briefly before pressing it to her bare breasts. "Push your tits together for me."

Blinking, she lifted both her hands and pressed her breasts together, where he placed his hardening cock into the crevice and started titty fucking her. He dipped his head between her legs, arching his back so he could reach her cunt, and pulled her thong to the side, sticking his tongue inside of her while he slide his cock in between her breasts. He started groaning as he rocked on her, before he lowered his ass slightly, lifting his head briefly from her cunt. "Stick your tongue in my arsehole, girl and squeeze your tits tighter together."

He kept rocking back and forth, while she responded, pressing her breasts together and pushing them closer around his cock. But on the first request, she delayed briefly, causing him to slap her thigh. "Put your tongue in my fucking arsehole you filthy fucking whore."

And with that and no further waiting, she leant her head up and pressed her tongue to his asshole. As soon as her tongue touched him and let out a mighty groan, speeding up as he fucked her titties, pressing back on her, willing her to delve her tongue deeper into his dirty ring. She responded in kind, moaning as he ate out her cunt, all while pressing and squirming her tongue into his tight sphincter, trying her best to ignore the taste while she spread her legs further, letting him delve his face further inside her. He stopped titty fucking her as he drew close, leaning back to kneel over her mouth and decended down onto her, forcing her mouth full of his ass, stroking his hard and throbbing member.

Moments later, he came, letting cum splatter all down her front, and he grinned, staying over her face and let her lap at his asshole alittle longer. Finally, it felt to Morgan like an age had passed, Harris stood up, picking up his trousers and putting them on. "The lounge then, eh?" and without another word he took off, leaving Morgan lying there, covered in his semen.

She took a deep breath then reached down to pull her thong back into place. She looked down at her tits, giving them a gentle rubbing better, before she rolled over onto her front and carefully wiped the semen on the grass. She then stood up, and headed towards the house to find the Chef.

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Harrety finally left and the Master stormed, going over to Cassie and striking her across the face. "You dirty filthy whore!" He then marched over to the intercom, ordered Alexis inside and gave her a quick slap across the face as she entered. "Both of you, on your knees."

He turned and marched back to his desk, sitting down and reaching into his trousers to rub his erect dick. "Alexis, at least try to get the man's name right when he's waiting for me. Now Cassie, you go out there and see if you can't be a bit more presentable, and get me Robertson. Cassie, I want you to get under my desk."

He moved his chair back, letting the girl bend over and crawl under there, kneeling in the cavity of the desk. He lifted out his cock again, and moved the chair forward. "Okay Cassie. This meeting will take an hour. I want you to suck my dick throughout. I also want you to fist yourself, and I want you to cum. Twice. If I hear one little peep out of you, when we get back, I will tie you up and let Cassie whip you until you pass out. Got it?"

Cassie nodded, and leant up to take his dick into her mouth. He lowered his chair a little to make it slightly easier, and she pressed her fingers into her cunt, starting with two. She hadn't yet been fisted by him, and worried that her cunt would not be able to such an action pleasurably yet. And just as Cassie had, she thought of Morgan and sniggered, thinking of that bitch's canyon of a cunt. She slowly eased her fingers in, joining them by a third and started fucking herself, sucking on his cock gently, and as she entered her fourth finger into her, all pressed together in a phallic shape, she heard the door open as Robertson entered.

She thanked God that he hands were so small as she kept fucking herself with her hand, spreading her legs further as she leant up to take his cock further into her mouth. She felt him press his hip forward, sliding further into her, while she lifted one hand into his trousers to cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. Still fucking herself, she slowly pressed her thumb into her cunt with her other fingers, still making a phallic shape with them, but that would not do. Still pressing it in and out of her, she tried to wear her cunt larger, forcing her fingers in passed her knuckles and up towards the beginning of her thumb, and then she let out a moan. She closed her mouth further over his cock, shoving more in while she suckled on him, and hoped it had not been heard.

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Morgan made her way, more quickly than she would have admitted, to the kitchen, slipping through the dining room and the servants passage and into the kitchen, still seeing no one on her way there. The kitchen was dark, and at first she couldn't see anyone in there; then she found him. "Ah, Mr Resten, I'm here to collect you. We're going to the lounge for your servicing."