One Hot Night (12 page)

   
The slave’s hands were on Bethany’s thighs,
and suddenly she gripped his hair, moaning as her hips arched up, her hand
pressing his face down against her. Her back arched, hard, and she trembled all
over, before she finally released him. Both of them were gasping. The slave was
allowed a moment to recover before she leaned back.

 
“Again,” she instructed. Katherine saw the
slaves shift, and saw that his cock was hard again, red and throbbing. She felt
a little sorry for him. She wondered if Bethany would let him get off, before
the night was over.

   
Another stroke.
Six.

   
The man on the couch gripped his slave’s
hair, pulling her mouth off his cock. He stood, and without a word, she stood
as well, leaning forward and gripping the back of the couch. He positioned
himself behind her, and he slapped her ass, still welted from the caning. She
moaned aloud.

   
Seven
.

   
He grabbed her hips and thrust into her
without warning. The girl’s leg muscles flexed as she took the hard thrust,
moaning as he pounded into her, his hand wrapped in her hair, pulling her head
back. Bethany’s slave was hard at work again, lapping at her enthusiastically
as she whimpered softly with pleasure.

   
Eight.
Katherine drew a deep breath in as she readied herself for the next hit.

   
Nine
.
This one was louder, the smacking sound bounced against the walls of the
basement.

   
Her ass was on fire. Her eyes were damp from
the pain, her hands clenched against each other atop her head. She was dripping
wet, aching for him to fuck her. She hoped he would.

   
A pause, and then he struck her, the hardest
one of all.
Ten.

   
He walked around in front of her. Katherine could
see him bulging in his jeans, his forehead gleaming with sweat. “Five more
strokes,” he said. “You’ve done wonderfully, Katherine.”

   
Five
more? Where?

   
The question was answered immediately. He
reached back and swung, the stroke hitting her directly across her breasts. She
gasped, the pain sharp and immediate, but then the sensation from her nipples
raced to her groin, and she felt the aching intensify.

   
Two.

   
Three
.

   
The man across the room had slowed his
strokes, savoring the experience. The girl was moaning, her head dropped
forward now. The man reached around her, his fingers dipping between her legs.
“You’ve been such a good girl,” he murmured. “If you can, come before I do. If
not, you’re out of luck until the next show.”

   
The girl spread her stance wider, pressing
her hips forward into his hand. Katherine knew she must be desperate. The man
was thrusting now in long, slow strokes. Clearly he knew what his slave liked.
She understood then, the exchange of pleasure, the reward for performing well.
She knew at the moment, she would do anything if only Andrew would relieve the
burning ache between her legs.

   
Four.

   
Her nipples were
on fire now, too. She didn’t look down, but she knew her breasts must be bright
red. They felt swollen, heavy. He reached back again.

   
Five.

   
Katherine didn’t move as he dropped the
strap to the floor. He went to his knees in front of her, his fingers delving
between her legs, spreading her pussy lips, two fingers of his other hand
sliding up into her where she was wet and hot and dying for his touch. His lips
sealed around her clit, mouth pressed into her, tongue stroking fast and slick
against her, and she thought she might fall down. Her eyes were shut tight, she
could hear Bethany gasping again, the slave still bent between her legs.

   
Katherine was going to come. She could feel
it. She clenched around his fingers, waves of pleasure radiating through her
body, and then she collapsed forwards, grabbing his shoulders as she convulsed,
her back arching and hips bucking, driving down into his hand. When her orgasm
was finished, he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her down onto the carpet
with him.

   
“If it weren’t your first night,” he
growled, “I’d punish you for not asking permission to come. But tonight, I’ll
forgive you.” He smiled. “You may come as many times as you can, tonight.”

   
Recovering, she followed him to one of the
couches, where he sat, undoing the fly of his jeans. She reached to unbutton
his shirt, her hands smoothing over his lean chest. She was still aching, still
hot with lust, and she saw out of the corner of her eye that Bethany’s slave
had stood up. She heard Bethany tell him that he was allowed to come, but not
until Master Thomas was finished with his slave. The man stood in front of her
and gripped his cock, stroking it slowly as Bethany touched herself idly.

   
Andrew had pulled his thick cock free of his
jeans, and Katherine leaned forward, taking it in her mouth before he had a
chance to tell her. He gasped, eyes closing, and his hand settled firmly in her
hair as she sucked, running her mouth up and down from base to tip. Her eyes
watered as she wiggled her face as far down his shaft as she could before
pulling back with a loud POP of her hollowed cheeks.

 
She heard Master Thomas groan, and the sounds
of sex abruptly stop. The male slave was still stroking himself. “Kneel in
front of him,” she heard Bethany instruct, and she saw the girl move in front
of him.

   
“Get on top of me,” Andrew said.

   
Katherine stood, and straddled him on the couch,
reaching to grasp him and guide him into her pussy. She moaned as the thick tip
slipped up inside of her. She sank down onto him, meeting his thrust. Katherine
started to rock atop him, her hips grinding as she gripped the back of the
couch. Her gaze went back and forth from Andrew’s face, his lips tight and eyes
closed as he groaned softly, to the slave, his hand stroking himself firmly as
he stood above the female slave, her face upturned to him, her eyes hungry.

Katherine’s body
felt ablaze with pleasure, every nerve raw, and she was unprepared as Andrew
grabbed her suddenly and yanked her off of him, flipping her so that she was on
her hands and knees on the couch. He was behind her in an instant, hands hard
on her hips, pounding into her. She slipped her fingers against her clit,
rubbing frantically as he thrust his hard cock into her, his pelvis slapping
against her sore, reddened ass, his fingers pinching hard into her skin.

   
The male slave groaned, a deep, relieved
sound as his hand stroked in a blur and then squeezed, hard. His cock erupted,
the result landing on the female slave’s face and breasts, her tongue darting
out to lick her lips as he came, his whole body jerking with the force of it.
Katherine’s back arched, her own second orgasm rippling through her body. She
thought she might have screamed as Andrew slammed into her with bruising force.
She felt him spill hot come inside of her. Her orgasm doubled through her body,
wave after wave as he remained deep inside of her, his hips jerking as he
pushed her forward into the cushions with the force of his orgasm. He grabbed
her hips and pulled her back against his cock as he buried his head as deep
inside of her as possible.

   
They lay there for a few moments, both limp
from effort as the final twitches of his cock subsided. The slaves were
cleaning up, reaching for warm, damp towels in a salon-style room nearby.
Bethany and Thomas were laying on their sofas, having enjoyed the show.

   
Andrew sat up, gathering Katherine into his
arms. She sighed softly, laying her head against his chest.

   
“Did you enjoy that?”

   
She nodded, suddenly feeling more than
exhausted. “I did.”

   
“Do you think you might want to do it
again?”

   
She smiled, “Oh, definitely.”

She knew she had
the best story to write about.