Master had a few Friends over. They were in the living room, talking about stuff men talk about. I was lying on the bed in our room wearing the short purple dress that hugged by body.
“Baby girl.” I heard my master call. I immediately went to him. I stopped in the doorway of the living room all eyes were on me.
“Baby girl, crawl to me.” Master commanded sternly. I dropped to my knees and made my way to my Master. Moving slowly so all the men could see my bare ass.
“Good girl” Master praised as I knelt next to him his hand on my head.
“Damn. Sam, you’re such a lucky guy. I’d give anything for slut that would listen to my every command.” One of the men said as he exhaled his cigarette smoke.
Master smiled at his friends. “Baby girl, what do you say to nice compliment?”
“Thank you for the compliment” I replied sweetly.
“I think I speak for the rest of us when I say we’d…” the man glanced at the others and smirked. “That we’d like to see more”
Master stood silently next to me for moment. The tension was thick. He looked down at me, giving me a moment to respond. I lightly tapped three times on his leg to let him know I was okay with that. It was our secret code when I couldn’t respond verbally.
My master chuckled. “Of course Jackson, you greedy man you want more of my little slut. Baby girl undress for my friends.
“Yes Master”. He took a step behind me as I stood.
The four men shifted in their seat in anticipation. I slowly pulled my straps down. Inching the fabric down my skin. My tits bounced out and some of the men groaned.
“Play with your tits for them Baby Girl.” I could tell Master was enjoying the attention I was getting.
“Yes Master.” I slid a hand across my chest causing my nipples to harden. I took my hands and began squeezing my tits moaning softly. I made eye contact with every man in the room as I pinched and pulled on my nipples. Some of them shifted in their seats. Adjusting their hard hard dicks concealed by their pants.
Jackson’s eyes were devouring me. I knew he wanted more. As I proceeded to remove my dress I made eye contact with him. The material hit the ground and he groaned in pleasure.
“Good Baby girl. How wet are you my love?” Master asked.
I took a finger and slid it between my pussy lips. Then I licked it clean. I heard a few men swear. “Dripping master.”
“Good girl, and how do you taste?”
“Sweet, like always Master.” I replied coyly
“Baby girl, show them my pussy.” Heat rose to my face. I laid down and spread my pussy lips for them.
“Go ahead guys take a closer look. You may touch and taste her from your fingers. Feel free to play with her clit or insert a finger or two to see how tight she is.”
The first man approached me and marveled at my wetness. He slowly took a finger and ran it down my core. I shuddered at his touch. I moaned as one finger slid in and another found my clit. My hips moved as the man continued teasing me. My gaze found master.
“No release Baby Girl.”
“Okay Master.” I moaned.
The man slowly removed his hand and licked his fingers.
He moved back to his place touching himself as the next one approached me. Each of the men had their unique style of fingering me. I moaned as each man entered my dripping pussy. Some thrusted, others focused on the gspot. I begged Master for release. I knew he’d say no. My orgasms were for him. Not these men.
Jackson was last. His smile was wicked as he shoved two fingers deep inside of me. I cussed at the sudden intrusion. Jackson leaned down close to me.
“I am going to fuck you so hard you’ll be my slut.”
I tried to say no. But he was deep inside of me. I tried to move my hips away but some how he pinned me to the ground. I tried to squirm myself away from him, but it was useless. “I wonder how you’re master would like seeing you be forcibly taken.”
“No, no” I moaned. Not wanting his touch any longer.
“Sam tells me you like pain you whore.” He sneered down at me.
I gasped as he thrusted hard into me. “Yes.”
“How about we add some?” Jackson began to lower his cigarette to my thigh. I froze in fear. He was centimeters away when Master’s hand grabbed his wrist.
“She’s not yours. No marks from you Jackson. No forced sex. Remove your fingers and get the fuck out.” Master growled at Jackson.
Jackson didn’t move. Not until Master bent his wrist at an odd angle. Finally free, I moved away. I needed to get away.
“All of you out.” Master commanded as he let Jackson’s hand drop. The men quickly left even Jackson. Once the door shut Master was by my side.
“Baby girl, I am so very sorry.” He said softly “What do you need right now?”
“Care” I mumbled through the tears.
Master walked me through our routine. I felt more grounded through each step. Shower, brushing of my hair, and cuddles.
“Baby girl, I promise to keep you safe on all levels. I thought I could trust them with you.” Master whispered into my ear as we laid in bed.
“Thank you Master.”
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