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  Brenda began to hump back against the Master as he thrust his hard cock into her with a slow rhythm that matched her own arousal perfectly. She was close to coming already, and she knew from the way the Master was fucking her that he wasn’t going to take long either. Brenda whimpered and writhed and thrashed as the Master fucked her; she worked her hips in time with his, and within a minute she was clawing and scratching at the floor of the limousine, coming loudly with the feel of the Master’s thick cock in her pussy. Then, as she rode the wave of orgasm, she felt the Master’s cock spasming and heard his moans, and knew that he was coming inside her. She knelt there in submission until the Master was finished, overwhelmed with the exquisite feeling of being taken by him.

  The Master tugged his cock out of Brenda’s pussy, and she gasped as it left her. He relaxed back into his seat, noting that Brenda had not opened her eyes. Absently, he began to stroke the sweat-slick globes of Brenda’s ass.

  Brenda slumped back against the Master, her ass in his lap. His fingertips toyed with her, teasing the exquisitely painful sensitivity of her pussy-lips and her hole. She felt his thumb sliding between her ass-cheeks, touching her asshole gently. She gasped, then began to moan in encouragement as he played with her there. Despite the fact that she was erotically almost spent, she wasn’t oversensitive there, and it felt incredibly delicious to have her ass played with so soon after being fucked.

  “I can’t have satisfied you,” said the Master.

  “I’m always ready for more,” sighed Brenda, hoping to egg him on. She wriggled her ass against his lap—and with a shock, she felt that he was already getting hard.

  Maybe the evening wasn’t over yet. With pleasure, Brenda rubbed her ass back and forth, feeling the Master harden against her cheeks. It took some doing in this position, but she managed to slip his cock between her cheeks, rubbing it in her crack so that she could feel the slick hardness against her asshole. She was suddenly more than a little frightened: what if he decided he wanted to penetrate her anally? Was she ready for that? She had certainly enjoyed it those few times before—but was she ready to let the Master fuck her there? With a wave of hunger, Brenda decided she wanted to try it, wanted to feel him inside her ass. But to her surprise, the Master laughed.

  “I know I didn’t satisfy you,” he told her. “That’s why I want to send you home wanting more. I want you to take all that lust of yours home with you. And crawl into bed with Kristi.”

  Brenda understood. She had already been wanting to go home and get in bed with Kristi, whether they made love or not. After this intense experience of submission—Brenda’s first real submission—she wanted to feel her body against Kristi’s, to know they had both shared this service to the Master. But the Master wanted more to happen, and Brenda was just now beginning to understand.

  “Yes, Master,” she said. The Master’s arms circled her again, pulling her up.

  “Don’t open your eyes,” he ordered her. He buttoned her coat for her, taking a long time caressing her tits and kissing her between buttons, exciting her more. Brenda knew that she was still wearing the collar, that she would be wearing her slave-collar in public. But that didn’t bother her at all anymore; in fact, it excited her.

  “Before you see me again, I want you to write me a letter. As long or as short as you wish. Tell me everything you like about sex and submission. What you fantasize about. Your preferences, and what makes you come. Tell me who you have made love to, if you like, and who you’ve fucked, who you’ve made out with and what you’ve done with yourself. If you like. Tell me what you want me to do to you, and what you enjoyed about tonight. In as much detail as you wish. Have Kristi bring it to me. Is that something you will do for me?”

  Brenda suddenly felt exquisitely vulnerable, terrified. She wanted very much to write such a letter, and it aroused her to think about doing it.

  The Master reached out to open the limousine door.

  “When will I see you again?” asked Brenda, her eyes still shut tight.

  “Soon,” said the Master, his voice like chocolate. “Next time, I want you both. On your knees, before me.”

  Brenda’s cunt went wet to the knees when she heard him say that.

  “Will you do that for me, Brenda? Does that excite you?” Brenda could hardly speak, she was so turned on. “Yes, Master. It excites me very much.”

  Obediently, she stepped out of the limousine.

  The Master stopped her just long enough to give her a last, teasing, luxurious kiss. Then Brenda was gone, and the limousine pulled away before she allowed herself to open her eyes.

  Brenda was aching for more action as she entered the apartment. She had been wanting to come home and play with Kristi, to share exquisite intimacy after Brenda’s submission to their mutual master. And the submission had been more wonderful than Brenda had dreamed. Brenda walked past Kristi’s bedroom, seeing that the door was open a little. She went down to her own room and slipped off the coat, and kicked off her shoes. She could still feel the master’s juice leaking out of her, and she contemplated taking a shower. But something made her savor the feeling, and she didn’t want to give it up just yet. Perhaps Kristi wouldn’t mind.

  Brenda tiptoed naked down the hallway, feeling incredibly aroused. She pushed open Kristi’s door slowly and slipped inside. Her eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the darkness—Kristi had pulled the shades to keep out the moonlight. Brenda crept cautiously through the room and began to crawl into the bed.

  Brenda slipped under the satin sheets, every inch of her body electric, aroused, ready to touch Kristi and make love with her. She floated into the warmth, smelling sweat and sex, parting her arms and legs.

  She heard the sounds of heavy breathing at about the same time that she pressed her body against the warmth, breathing deeply of the scent of sweat and arousal. Brenda realized that her arms and legs were twined not around Kristi, but around a firm, warm male body. Her nipples stiffened against his strong chest. A wave of horror shot through Brenda’s body, as she realized what had happened. She should have checked the living room! Would there have been the telltale signs of one of Kristi’s “dates”? A half-empty bottle of champagne, a porn video still in the VCR, Kristi’s clothes and a pair of her tiger-striped panties strewn on the floor (she loved to wear tiger-striped panties when she made it with a guy for the first time—it made them think you were such a wild slut, she said). Maybe even a note that said “Brenda—I’ve got company.”

  But she hadn’t checked, and now here she was in bed with Kristi and her anonymous date. The guy must have dropped by after Brenda left.

  Brenda froze, her naked body pressed against the anonymous man. She listened to his breathing; it was slow, deep, regular. He was still asleep. She hadn’t humiliated herself totally—not yet (That would be later when the guy found himself slathered with the master’s jizz).

  Brenda could also hear Kristi’s breathing—the slow, even breath of a sleeping body.

  Brenda had been expecting to curl up in bed with the smooth, lithe body of Kristi. She had expected to feel Kristi’s curves—her firm breasts, her round, full ass, her hips—against her. Brenda had been wanting to slip into bed with Kristi to celebrate Brenda’s “defloration” by the Master. Brenda had been incredibly wet for Kristi, wanting to make passionate love with her for the rest of the night. She had wanted to taste Kristi’s pussy, kiss Kristi’s sweet lips, feel the swell of Kristi’s breasts in her hands. She had been so horny for Kristi it had been almost painful.

  Instead, against her naked body Brenda now felt the hardness, the male-ness of some guy she had never met.

  Her sexual excitement, the tension she felt, the desire to fuck, only increased as she realized what she had done.

  Brenda remained motionless against him. She was terrified of waking him up if she moved. But she also liked the feeling of his body against hers, and the sex-smell of his sweat and his come.

  Brenda’s mind raced. I know I should just slip out o
f the bed and go back to my room, she thought. I could probably get out of bed without waking this guy up. But what if I do wake him up? Shit, he would think I wanted to fuck him. And Kristi would think I was trying to move in on her territory. But fuck, this guy’s body feels so good. Shit, why am I getting so fucking horny? I’m getting really turned on. God, I can feel my pussy getting wet. This is horrible. I shouldn’t be lying here. I should just slip out of bed as quietly as I can and go back to my room and get myself off. But this guy feels so good against me. If only I hadn’t spread my legs around him, then I wouldn’t feel his cock rubbing against my thigh like that. God, that feels good I just want to touch him. Brenda had one hand on the guy’s chest and the other up against his shoulder. She could feel her nipples hardening against the soft hair of his chest, and every movement she made seemed to cause her breasts to rub lightly against his skin. Her legs were spread around the guy and tangled up with his legs. She lay half on top of him, so that his half-hard cock was against her inner thigh, just six inches or so from her pussy. It almost felt like he was still a little erect, maybe getting a little bit of a hard-on while he slept. Brenda wondered if most guys did that. Mmmmmm, I wonder if I can get him hard without waking him up. I wonder if I’d wake Kristi up if I did that? Would she be mad? I should stop thinking like that—it’s dangerous. I should just get out of bed and leave him alone. Shit, why am I so fucking hot all of a sudden?

  Why was she getting so turned on? Some of it was the anonymity—she had no idea who this guy was. That made her hot, somehow. Some of it was the fact that he was one of Kristi’s lovers—and Brenda had long fantasized about making it with one of Kristi’s enthusiastic and skilled boyfriends. From the sounds Kristi made when she was being fucked in this bed, she had pretty good taste in men. But most of what made Brenda’s whole body alive and electric with excitement was raw, unadulterated, consuming lust. She was just horny, and wanted to fuck. And no amount of embarrassment could do away with that.

  That raw lust made Brenda’s pussy so wet—was she wet? She should find out.

  Trying to move as little as possible, concentrating on remaining totally silent, Brenda moved her hand down from the guy’s chest to feel her own pussy, to see if she was wet. Along the way, she couldn’t help brushing her hand against his semihard prick. Well, maybe she could have helped it. But she didn’t seem to want to stop herself. God, he feels like he’s really big, thought Brenda. She slipped her hand down further, between her spread legs, and felt her pussy. She eased one finger in to see if she was really that wet. God, oh fucking God, that feels so good with my finger in there like that. Shit, I’m dripping. Fuck, I’m really wet. I didn’t even mean to get this turned on. I should just get out of the bed and forget everything. This is crazy. I’m going to get Kristi so pissed off at me—and spoil everything. God, I don’t want to take my finger out of there, that feels so good. I wonder if I could just get myself off right here without waking either of them up? Shit! I can’t think like that. Oh but oh God that feels so good ... She kept sliding her finger in and out of her pussy, teasing her clit with her thumb, feeling just how wet it really was. Plus, that felt really good. She finally managed to ease her finger out of her pussy. I’ve got to get out of here, she told herself, before they wake up. Now she was stroking her lips just a little bit, feeling the tightness of her hole. Then she was moving her hand back up the guy’s body, and without Brenda even knowing what she was doing, she was wrapping her fingers around his half-hard cock. Except it wasn’t half-hard anymore.

  A lightning bolt shot through Brenda’s body. Her pulse pounded in her head. Fuck. He’s got a hard-on. Fuck. I woke him up. Now he’s going to be ticked. Or maybe he’s going to want to fuck me. And Brenda’s going to be all pissed off. Shit, he really is big—fuck that’s huge! Wonder what that would feel like.... stop thinking like that! Shit, is he awake?

  But she listened to the guy’s breathing—it was unchanged. That only encouraged Brenda to lie there and feel his cock harden until it was at its full length and hardness. It was even bigger than she’d thought. Man, Kristi was lucky. Brenda was a hopeless size queen, and she wished she could just let herself go and mount this guy. Why couldn’t she?

  She began rubbing her breasts back and forth just a little against his chest. Just a little. God, that felt good, rubbing her nipples against him like that. She began to rub the head of his cock with her thumb. The guy didn’t wake up, but she could feel the slight movements of his body.

  Shit! I should stop this! Brenda thought, screaming at herself internally. But her mouth was watering for the guy’s prick. No, she had to stop. Brenda suddenly gasped as she looked up. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness a little—and she realized that Kristi’s eyes were wide open, and she was watching Brenda with an inscrutable expression on her face.

  Brenda tried to pull her hand away from the guy’s cock, but she found herself frozen. She couldn’t seem to breathe or move. That’s when Kristi leaned forward suddenly, and planted a sensuous, hungry kiss on Brenda’s mouth. Brenda felt Kristi’s hungry tongue thrusting into her mouth, and eagerly Brenda closed her hand around the guy’s prick. She began jacking him off rhythmically as she and Brenda kissed. She was gentle, not wanting to spoil the spell of sleep just yet. The guy still didn’t wake up, and Brenda’s mind raced with what she should do.

  “Fuck him,” whispered Kristi. “Come on. Get on top of him.”

  Brenda wanted to slip his cock into her mouth, to give him the treatment she’d given the master earlier in the limousine. But her pussy was already so close to this magnificent cock, and she was so wet if she didn’t get fucked soon she was going to go insane. It was a simple matter to get it in there. Brenda slowly lifted her ass a little and moved under the satin sheets, feeling their slickness against her back and buttocks. She slid her thigh down a little further over the guy’s body, lifting his shaft into the right position using the hand she was jerking him off with. She lifted herself off of him far enough—and it was a lot further than most guys would have required—to nuzzle her wet pussy down onto the head of his cock. He wasn’t just long, but thick. Really thick. But Brenda was wet and hungry for him. She settled down on his cockhead, working it into her. Then with a gasp, she felt his thickness penetrating into her entrance, and she began to settle down on top of him, pushing the shaft into her body an inch at a time.

  Oh God, thought Brenda. I can’t be doing this. He hasn’t consented to this. He didn’t ask me to fuck him. But God, that feels so fucking good ... oh God...

  Brenda settled down until she gasped to feel the guy’s cockhead pressing against her cervix. She could feel that she’d taken almost all of him, a full inch still outside her pussy. God, he was huge, and he felt great inside her. Brenda rose to a crouching position, her body erect over the guy’s body, impaled on his cock. The satin sheets slipped away. Brenda looked down at Kristi. She was sprawled on the bed, tangled in the sheets, fucking herself with her fingers as she watched Brenda, fascinated.

  Brenda looked down at the guy just as his eyes opened. She saw mixed shock and horror on his face as he saw that the woman on top of him was definitely not the woman he’d gone to bed with. Then he saw Kristi working herself into a frenzy next to him. His eyes took in Brenda’s naked body, her firm, large tits, her smooth belly, her legs spread around his cock and her pussy taking almost his whole shaft. He let out a groan, and his hands traveled up to Brenda’s breasts.

  “Oh fuck yes,” gasped Brenda as she felt the guy pinching her nipples—gently at first, then more firmly as she moaned in pleasure. Brenda began fucking her body against him, lifting herself up and down, pressing his shaft rhythmically into her body while he stroked her nipples. God, that felt so fucking good—

  Brenda’s left hand was on her breasts, cradling the guy’s hand as he squeezed them and pinched her nipples. Her right hand was between her legs, feeling the thickness of his shaft as it penetrated her. With every few thrusts she gave her clit a little stro
ke, trying hard not to bring herself off. She didn’t want to come yet. No, not yet...

  Kristi let out a wild moan of approaching orgasm, and Brenda felt a surge of sympathetic pleasure going through her body—Kristi must be really turned on to be coming this soon! Brenda fucked the guy faster, feeling his hard cock deep inside her. She wanted to switch places, to feel him on top of her. But she didn’t want to break the spell of the moment, and besides, in this position his cock was hitting her G-spot perfectly. Oh God, it felt so fucking good, Brenda knew she was going to come. But she didn’t want it to be yet—she didn’t want her arousal to peak until she’d been fucked good and long! But she wanted to get this guy on top of her, to have him fuck her with her legs spread wide underneath him.

  Brenda lowered herself on top of him, pulling his cock halfway out of her and working her hips around in little circles.

  She looked into the guy’s eyes. She still couldn’t see all that well in the half-darkness, but she could see the guy’s face well enough. God, he’s gorgeous, she thought. Her eyes opened wide as she thrust his cock into her. God, I want him on top of me. Brenda slipped her hand under his, lifting one breast and guiding it up to the guy’s mouth. He parted his lips for her hard nipple and she pressed it between them. His tongue snaked out and began to tease her nipple, bringing a groan of ecstasy from Brenda. She desperately needed to be under him.

  It was almost as if the guy read her mind. His hands left her breasts and his arms went around her hips. His hands found the curves of Brenda’s ass and he rolled her to the side. Without letting his cock leave her pussy, the guy positioned Brenda on her side, and he slid up between her spread thighs as they curled around him. Kristi rolled onto her side, too, behind Brenda, and Brenda felt Kristi’s lips kissing and sucking on the back of her neck. Kristi’s hands stroked their way down Brenda’s back and began to play with her buttocks as the guy squeezed them, fucking his cock into her. Then Brenda felt Kristi’s fingertip sliding up and down between her buttocks, and she let out a gasp of surprised pleasure.