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All characters are over 18 years old and this story is solely a figment of my imagination.
My language is Spanish, I apologize for any grammatical errors I may make when translating the stories into English).
Amy Part 1
"The hotel is wonderful, the room is huge, the views spectacular and the nightlife of the city is amazing;" that is the description that Harold gives me, when he tells me after breaking his leg that I have to replace him as a companion of the director of the company, Mr. Williams on a week-long business trip.
Harold not only tells me only twenty-four hours after starting the trip, but also forgets to explain that the trip is to the city of Houston in Texas, one of the twenty-five states that have recently legalized female slavery, and that not having been able to send my data in time to register as a free woman I will not be able to leave the hotel unless I do accompany by Mr. Williams who has been put as my manager during my stay in the city.
Although Mr. Williams is in his early thirties and tremendously attractive, I have no intention of partying with him, much less asking him to accompany me to some bar in the city and keep me company until he finds a guy, I like to take him to my room and fuck him.
"If you wish, Miss Miller, you can request the services of one of the hotel's slave girls;" Mr. Williams tells me at the end of dinner on the first day as we return to our rooms in the elevator, "It's all included in the travel expenses;" he adds as if he were talking about a towel and not a woman.
"Thank you, Mr. Williams, I am tired of travel and meetings and I think it will not be long before I fall asleep," I replied kindly, "And I have already told you that so many formalities are not necessary, you can call me Amanda or Amy."
"I'll call you Amanda or Amy when you call me Charles or Charly, okay Miss Miller?" he corrects me.
"Starting tomorrow, Mr. Williams," I say, leaving the elevator when I get to my floor.
The next day starts early with the first meeting and goes through one meeting after another, Charles and I barely have time to talk about anything other than work during the half hour we take to eat a salad and a couple of sandwiches.
When we return to the hotel it is after ten o'clock at night, and as soon as we enter the elevator, I take off my heels causing Charles to smile.
"I've ordered a massage to be prepared in your room to help you get a better night's rest," Charles tells me, "It's the least I can do after I've had you working all day."
"It wasn't necessary Charles;" I reply, trying to find a way to refuse his gift.
"If it's Amy, I love pleasing my female employees, especially if they're as pretty and sexy as you;" he interrupts me with a tone in her voice, especially when he says the word, please, which causes my skin to bristle.
"According to Charles, I will enjoy the massage you have prepared for me." I tell him finally.
I don't know what I expected to find in the room, but obviously not what I see when I open the door: a young woman kneeling on the floor, with only a skirt covering her pussy and a leather necklace adorning her neck.
"Good evening, Miss Miller, I'm Cassie and I'll be your masseuse tonight;" the young woman introduces herself by standing up and motioning with her hand to lie on the massage table.
"If you don't mind, I want to take a shower sooner," I tell the young woman.
"As you wish, Miss Miller, while you shower, I will prepare everything;" Cassie replies.
When I get in the shower and drop the water on my body, I realize how numb I am, and how much my legs and back hurt after hours of sitting.
"I seem to need that massage more than I thought," I tell myself.
I emerge from the shower covered by a towel, with my loose hair falling wet on my back, and again I am surprised to find the room with a dimmer light, soothing music and several lit incense candles.
"Relax, Miss Miller," Cassie says, motioning me again to lie down on the stretcher; "I assure you that when we finish you will sleep better than ever."
I lie face down on the stretcher, and as soon as I do Cassie wastes no time and starts pouring oil on my back and legs and massaging them hard.
"Fuck that!" I murmur as I feel her thin fingers on my back working my muscles, releasing the tension built up during the day.
Cassie is more than twenty minutes massaging my back, my shoulders and my arms, when she goes down to my legs, I can't help but let out another exclamation at the skill of her fingers. I feel so relaxed and so good, that I don't even protest when I massage the inside of my thighs, her fingers venture too close to my pussy, causing a strange sensation in my body.
"Put on your back Miss Miller," Cassie tells me.
I do what she tells me without caring that my tits are completely visible, as well as my pussy, although it is only visible for a few seconds, since quickly, Cassie covers him with a towel.
When the oil falls on my breasts warming them, I notice how that heat drops instantly towards my pussy, and although I know that when Cassie starts massaging my breasts, I should tell her to stop, I close my eyes no matter what happens.
Soon Cassie's fingers are playing with my nipples, squeezing and stretching them, massaging them gently, causing light moans of pleasure to come out of my mouth, I'm so relaxed by Cassie's music, light, incense, oils, and caresses that I don't even notice the slave girl's skillful fingers being replaced by a soft mouth.
I've always known that my tits and nipples are very sensitive, and I've always liked my lovers playing with them, but neither has made me feel the way Cassie is, bringing me closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.
Suddenly, and to my frustration, Cassie stops and lifts her head off my body.
"This is what Mr. Williams contracted;" Cassie tells me, "From now on you decide Miss Miller."
"Fuck Charles!" I shout, "Do whatever you want with me tonight, fuck me, I need to cum!"
Cassie doesn't need any more to pick up where she left off, though she barely spends a few more seconds on my tits, wasting no time lowering her head to my pussy and burying her mouth between my legs.
"God, yes!" I scream as I feel Cassie's tongue entering my pussy, licking my swollen clitoris. "Don't stop!"
As a good slave girl Cassie does not stop, on the contrary increases the intensity of the movements of her tongue, and adds two fingers to the equation, causing her to inevitably reach orgasm.
It takes me several minutes to recover from the climax, minutes in which Cassie has continued to play with her fingers on my pussy, keeping my arousal at its peak.
"It's been amazing;" I comment to Cassie, who keeps looking at me with a mischievous smile on her face. "Charles was right, I'm going to sleep really well tonight."
"Who says we're done?" asks Cassie, dropping her skirt to reveal a cock at least seven inches attached to her waist. "You said you were mine tonight, so obey and get on all fours on the bed."
I look at Cassie thinking she is joking, but her amused look has disappeared replaced by a serious and ruthless gesture, which frightens me causing me to obey her without thinking twice, and go to bed placing myself on her in the position she has ordered me.
"Keep your eyes straight ahead;" Cassie orders me by standing behind me gripping my waist tightly.
An intense moan comes out of my mouth as I feel the latex cock entering my pussy, and the orgasm Cassie had kept on edge erupts again, causing my mind to go blank and surrender to the pleasure I'm feeling. I don't know how long Cassie is fucking me or the orgasms she takes me to, only when I feel my pussy empty and something hitting my face, I come back to reality.
"Clean my dick;" Cassie orders me once more.
Again, I obey the slave girl, and I bring the latex cock to my mouth savoring my own juices, feeling a strange and unknown sensation.
When Cassie considers that the cock is clean, she pulls it out of my mouth, and grabbing me by the chin gives me a passionate kiss.
"You can request my services whenever you want," Cassie tells me, "But I warn you that the next time we meet I won't be so soft, I'm looking forward to using the whip on that beautiful skin and fucking that tight ass."
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The next five days pass very quickly, a few days in which due to the numerous meetings we have had I have barely exchanged a couple of words with Charles away from the formality of work.
"I see Amy that after the massage you have not requested the services of a slave girls again;" Charles suddenly let's go of me as I enter the elevator. "A sexy young woman like you should give free rein to her passions, and here it is the most normal thing for free women to resort to the services of slave girls, it is safer than looking for a flirt in a bar."
I am unable to react to Charles' words, when I see myself in the elevator mirror, I notice how my face has turned red with embarrassment and I seem to glimpse a small smile on Charles' face when he realizes the detail.
The shame is not only because of Charles' words, it is above all because the memories of that night and the way the slave girl dominated me return to my mind, and especially the words she told me about what she would do to me if I requested her services again.
"Tonight, I have a business dinner at a club in the city with two of my members, I would like you to come with me, but being a slave club, I would understand if you decided not to come;" says Charles. "If in the end you decide I have ordered a dress and shoes to be brought to your room."
