Blog : Story - Helping Her Mistress

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5/1/2024 8:12 am

Story - Helping Her Mistress - 3

The footsteps and conversation got louder and more distinct as the men drew closer. And it wasn’t long before she could tell they were in her room and near her.
“Yes, she will let you f&ck her - she has no choice.”
“I don’t know. You said she was a lesbian. Why would she?”
“She is here to pay off a debt and the terms are non-negotiable. She must do whatever I tell her to do while she is here.”
Her stomach turned. Her breath quickened. She began to sweat.
“Well, she is lovely.” He let his hand run over her body. As soon as she felt it, she flinched and tried to draw away.
A stern voice said, “There’ll be none of that.”
The hand resumed its slow exploration of her body - and exploration only a woman’s hand had ever taken. She began to cry behind her blindfold.
“Now, it is unlikely she has ever had a man inside her” (she trembled at the words) “so I recommend you use a good lubricant to make it easier for you to enter her” (she wanted to slam her legs closed, but couldn’t - they were too securely attached to the bed). “I am not sure about birth control so to be on the safe side, pull out before you climax, and cum on her.”
“Okay. I get it.” He withdrew his hand. She heard a zipper being pulled down and the rustle of clothes being removed. Then she felt a warm oil being applied to her pussy and up inside her. She shook her head violently back and forth - the gag muted her cries of “No, No.”
It was all for naught. She felt the head of his cock at the opening to her pussy - she held her breath - and then was aware of it being pushed into her - she exhaled violently. He moved back and forth with great confidence; and she did her best to accommodate him when he moved her hips to get her closer. She tightened her eyes behind the blindfold and remembered Her Mistress and her soft and gentle ministrations to this same part of her body and the care she took to find every place of pleasure and delight and the warmth of her touch and the smile on Her Mistresses’ face as she brought her to her climax (assuming she had been good enough to deserve that).
This memory, this dream helped to divorce her from what was happening, but not for long enough. All too soon she was back in the moment, feeling the cock abusing her pussy, hearing the groans of this man as he pushed himself into her, feeling the sweat that dripped from him as a result of his exertions. His strokes got faster and deeper. His cock head swelled and the shaft got even harder. “Oh, God, he’s going to come. Please let him remember.” He did. He pulled out and came over her belly - great quantities of juice spilling onto her. He grunted, groaned, moaned, and sighed with satisfaction as the last of him dripped onto her. She heard him get off the bed, heard the sound of him getting dressed, and his words of thanks and appreciation to the debt owner as he left the room.
“You did well. Again. Your Mistress will be pleased. Now the attendants will release you to clean yourself and dress in the open caftan that is the only garment you wear when you are here. You will then be brought to the Chief Attendant who will assign you your domestic duties.”
And then he was gone and she was left wondering just what those domestic duties might be even as she knew she would find out soon enough.


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