Chapter 1: Fresh Meat
THE BEGINNING
I met her at a club. She was about 5'7" with a slender frame, shoulder-length brown hair and striking blue eyes. She was wearing three-inch heels and a short skintight black tube dress, her large tits barely contained within it -- the outfit just screamed "Fuck me". I noticed her as she was waiting by the bar for another drink. She caught my eye and smiled, so I approached.
"What does a girl have to do to get a drink around here? I've been waiting here like five minutes!" she said as soon as I approached. It wasn't true, actually. I saw her approach the bar. It had barely been a minute. Which means this was just a line. Wait, was this hot chick trying to pick me up? I approached with the full intention of running some game on her, and it looked like I didn't even have to. I decided to play along.
"Let me get you one. What do you want?" The lady wanted bourbon on the rocks, and I got one as well. Luckily, a couple seats freed up as we were waiting for our drinks, so we sat down at the bar. We sipped our bourbon and flirted for the next 5 minutes or so.
Then, out of nowhere -- "So you think I'm pretty hot, huh. I saw you staring." It's true; I may have stared a little bit earlier.
"You're hot and you're showing plenty of skin. It's hard not to stare," I said.
She smiled. "More skin than you know, actually."
"Is that right?"
"I'm not wearing any underwear."
I didn't know what to say. Damn this girl was forward! It turned out I didn't have to say anything. "You wanna touch?" she said, spreading her legs slightly.
"Uh, OK," I said. I put my hand on her thigh and slowly moved it under her dress. The dress was so short that I only had to move it out of the way slightly before my fingers reached her pussy lips. She shifted a bit to give me better access. Her pussy was completely bare and very soft and -- oh my God -- very wet!
I found her clit and started massaging it with my fingers, when she whispered: "Put a finger inside me."
I slid a finger inside her love canal and started finger fucking her as deep as I could. "Mmm," she groaned lightly. I looked up at her face. Her eyes were half closed, her perfectly shaped lips just a touch apart, a look of pleasure on her face. She looked beautiful. So here I was sitting next to a gorgeous woman at a nightclub, with my middle finger deep inside her pussy. We were sitting facing the bar and it was quite dark, so nobody could see what I was doing but nevertheless -- it was an interesting turn to the evening. After a few minutes of this, however, my arm started to get tired -- it had to be in a rather awkward position in order to avoid hiking her dress all the way up.
"Why don't we go somewhere more private to continue this," I suggested.
"Mmm," she responded, "Let's go to my place. I live like three blocks away." How convenient, I thought as we got up to go. It was only 11pm, so maybe we can even have some fun and return to the club later on! I was starting to get a little tired though, so maybe not...
We walked over to her place and hooked up. At least I think we did -- I have a vague memory of that black tube dress coming off. But by that time I was so drowsy that everything was fuzzy, and I don't really remember what happened. All I know is, when I woke up the next day I was tied to the bed and blindfolded.
THE MISTRESS
I tugged frantically at my restraints, but it was no use -- whoever it was that had tied me up, did an expert job. Then suddenly, as I was squirming to get out of the ropes tying my wrists and ankles to the bed, I felt something warm and wet envelop my cock. I stopped moving. Then I felt a tongue swirl around the head of my penis. Somebody was giving me a blowjob!
"Who is that? Where am I?" I said. No answer, just more licks, as my cock rapidly started to harden. This girl was good -- she kept her lips and tongue in a perfect seal around my shaft as she slowly moved her mouth up and down. At least I thought this was a she...it better be! "Who is this? If this is a guy I will fucking kill you when I get out of this."
The lips broke the seal around my cock and spoke: "Don't worry stud, it's a girl." It was a deeply sexy voice -- soft, slightly raspy and sensual, yet firm at the same time. And that was it -- the lips were back on my dick.
"Are you the girl from the club?" No answer, just a slightly quicker pace and a little more suction.
By this time, my dick was rock hard and I had almost forgotten about my predicament. I was still completely helpless, blind, and immobile, lying on a bed God knows where with my limbs tied firmly to some unseen supports -- but at this point I didn't much care. The lady with the sensual voice was an expert cocksucker. Her mouth kept a steady but very gradually accelerating pace sliding up and down my cock, with the tongue swirling around my head at the top of every stroke, and stopping occasionally to spend a few seconds to tease the sensitive tissue at the base of the head. Her hand was on my cock below her mouth, moving up and down in sync with her mouth. This girl was a pro!
This went on for about ten or fifteen minutes. By that time her pace was very fast and I was about ready to burst. Then suddenly I felt her hand leave my cock and grip my ass, and felt the wet warmth envelop my entire cock, from head to base. The sensation on the head was like nothing I'd ever experienced, softer than lips or tongue, gently teasing the underside of the penis head.
Then suddenly my blindfold came off and as I squinted in the light I saw the beautiful brunette from the previous night looking into my eyes, with her lips on the base of my cock and my entire shaft in her mouth. As I watched, she slowly slid her lips all the way up to the top of my dick and then took me into her throat again, never taking her eyes off of mine. What an incredible feeling! Then she did the same thing faster...faster...faster...
About 9 or 10 strokes of this were enough to put me over the edge, as I deposited burst after burst of cum straight down her throat.
After extracting every last bit of ejaculate from me, the beautiful woman slowly slid her throat and mouth off my cock, giving the head one last little swirl with her tongue on the way out. She got up, licked those luscious lips and said "I'm your mistress."
The mistress was wearing dark red knee-high boots and a red and black corset that stopped just below her breasts and just above her sex, leaving both her breasts and her pussy exposed. Her breasts were large -- probably a D cup -- but still perky.
"Wow, that was amazing," was all I could muster. "I've never been deep throated before." Then as my dick softened I remembered where I was. "But what exactly am I doing here?"
"Straight to the point, are we?" she said. "Here's the deal. I run a high-class underground male prostitution ring with some high-profile regular customers. My customers don't want to fuck the same guys all the time, so we try to get fresh meat as often as possible."
"I go recruiting five days a week at clubs and bars. I seduce guys, drug them so they don't know where I am taking them, and test them out -- just as I did with you. Most of them don't make the cut and I just toss them out on the street. They wake up the next morning and don't remember a thing -- they just think they got really drunk and fell asleep on the street. You are one of the lucky few that made the cut. You have a nice large piece and excellent endurance." She smiled a mischievous smile. "I doubt you remember any of it, but last night was fun."
"Today is your first day of work. If you do everything you are supposed to do and satisfy your customers, you will be released in two days. If you don't, your stay here can end up being a lot longer."
She turned to walk out of the room. Her ass was perfectly shaped.
"What does satisfying the customers mean?" I said, resigned to my situation.
She turned around and chuckled. "For all intents and purposes it means three things -- do whatever they ask, stay hard, and don't cum unless they tell you to. Sounds pretty easy but believe me it's not. I did you a favor just now by sucking you off -- it will make it easier for you not to cum with your customers."
"What if I can't stay hard long enough?" I asked.
That mischievous smile again. "I saw you last night. I know you can. Plus some of your clients will be women that you've probably had fantasies about. You might not always see their faces -- but you can think about that. Like I said -- we have some high-profile customers. Just make sure you satisfy these ladies, they are paying top dollar to fuck you."
