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Please note that the following fiction is intended for ADULT ONLY entertainment. Do not read further if you are easily offended, or your local community codes do not permit such suggestive material.
This fiction is intended for your use only. Any further dissemination of it must first require the author’s permission.
Thank you.
Faibhar
FOUR STARS’ Part 2
Rain beads tracked across the rear
cab window. Dillan sat next to Phillipe,
the vase of roses delicately perched in her lap. Her’s
was not to ask why they were headed in the opposite direction to his place, nor
why he remained formally dressed. They sped along city streets late at night until
reaching the brightly-lit entrance. Dillan recognized
the posh downtown hotel. First
the roses; now this. Phillipe was Master
Surprise..!
The elevator’s soft whine made the only noise as they ascended. At the 15th floor “ding” Phillipe put his hand behind her and guided her through the opening panel. The lovely flowers jiggled slightly. She didn’t mind free-bunning; she just wished she had worn something more dressier than her work clothes. Green geometric patterns on the black carpet and flock walls of the corridor hushed their steps. At room 310, they stopped. On his second knock the door opened.
Dillan’s jaw dropped. Grinning back at her awaited the woman from the restaurant. Phillipe’s hand between her shoulder blades urged her forward. “Those are lovely”, the woman said in a voice too familiar to Dillan, “but not nearly as lovely as you two.” Dillan looked at Phillipe and instead of answering her look she saw that he was smiling back at the other woman. Lying across the huge four poster bed spread her husband.
“Well good tah see y’all. Glad y’all could make it. Care fer a late night toddy?” “Bob” slid off the side of the sheets, got to his dark socks and waddled over to a wet bar. “This here suite’s got jest ‘bout everythin’, but then at da price we had to fork over it sure as heck bettah!”.
“A gin, please,” Phillipe said. Turning to Dillan for the first time since entering the room he said, “And she will have tequila. Neat.”
“Care for ah lime wit dat? We got dem too. Meanwhile, you ken show us part of wha two grand buys dese days.” He fixed the drinks. Phillipe took the flower-filled vase from Dillan’s hands and placed it on a dresser.
“Slave I want you to remove your clothes.” He wasn’t kidding. Slowly bending down, she unlaced one shoe and then the other. Kicking them off, Dillan reached under her skirt for the lacy garter belt. “No,” Phillipe said in his commanding voice. “Leave your black stockings and belt for last.
The other two clustered closer to watch, drinks in hand. Dillan silently pleaded to the other woman, who returned her look with lust-filled eyes. No sisterhood there… Dillan’s fingers shook nervously as the tips gathered around the top button of her work shirt. She unbuttoned it and then all of the buttons until it parted.
Hurry it up slave”.
She removed the long-sleeved shirt.
Reaching behind, she unhooked the full bra and let it drop. Dillan’s
breasts swayed – the cup size too large for any demi.
They had yet to succumb to one of
Dillan rocked on the bed. The last she saw of her master was when the other woman named “Karen” grabbed him by his tuxedo bow tie and led him into another room of the suite. He seemed to go willingly, almost eagerly. She could only wonder what her beloved but so cruel Phillipe was now doing…
The stranger fucking her made pig-like noises as he quickly came. He rolled off, scratching himself on his way back to the wet bar. From the corner of her eye Dillan saw Phillipe and “Karen” appear from the other room. Bed hair and the hotel robes matched. “Frenchy tells me,” the voice said from in the direction of the bar, “dat yer some kinda “mas” slave, the kind dat likes pain…
Well git on up an’ show us jest wat y’all like.” Dillan turned her head over to face “Bob”’s hairy ass. She looked back at Phillipe as he walked closer, hand-in-hand with “Karen”.
“He came four times,” she said with a bragging purr.
“Fer starters, why don’ y’all roll off of dat comfy bed an’ lift yer wrists up ta dem tall posters at the foot of da bed. It wasn’t a question. Dillan complied, mildly shocked but hugely disappointed, as Phillipe spread her legs out so that each ankle touched the base of the carved staffs. Someone behind her tied her wrists up high. Below, rolled up towels secured her ankles. There was no “give” and she hung spread-eagled before the four.
“And he also showed me these,” the other woman said as she reached into a robe pocket and withdrew the two vibrators. “See, Honey? These are why she acted that way at our table.” she said and patted “Bob”’s bed hair. “Not because of your movie-star looks.” All three laughed. “Phillipe told me he could activate each of these from his station…Now that you have her so excited and all, let’s see if both of these fit in that juicy cunt.”
Dillan gasped in pain as the two objects invaded. “Karen” looked up into Dillan’s watery eyes and said, “Bet what Phillipe didn’t tell you was, he had a handheld transmitter for both of these just in case you went out of range. A nasty little master, indeed!” She playfully slapped Phillipe’s shoulder and produced a tiny black rectangle. She pushed the green button.
Dillan jerked as both vibrators erupted. The restraints held. Dillan’s super sensitive clit rang electric. The light-brown ridge of curls dividing her bikini-waxed lips became the epicenter of what quaked her entire body. Blond curls framing a frustrated face shook. Muscles bunched under slick skin. Someone in the room turned up the volume of the stereo. Dillan saw ceiling speakers above her. Someone else stuffed a rolled towel into her mouth. She tried to eject it but a belt held the towel in place.
“Will ya jest look at dat. Looks like da slut is set ta cum agin!”
To be continued…
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