Yesterday, before work, Master Kevin told me he had invited my boss for dinner. He wanted to talk about things and get to know him better. Master is finding his wings!

At work, my Boss enjoyed his morning blowjob and coffee as he told me the same thing. He added that he needed to use me for some serious stress release so He wouldn’t be gentle on me or my holes.

Great, starting my day knowing what’s in store for me later will either hurt me, turn me on, or both! I was wet with anticipation all day.

At home, Master told me to clean up before starting dinner. I was to make sure all three holes were clean. That means an enema (ugh!). As a last command, I was to put my hair in a ponytail and wear my biggest butt plug.

He arrived, and per my training, I kissed his feet after I let him in the house. He smiled when he saw the ponytail. “Good Bitch, you’re getting ready for some fun.” Master was in the living room, telling us he needed to finish a project in his office but would return shortly.

I went to get my Boss/Dom a beer, and when I returned, he already had his semi-erect cock out, and he was smiling. Handing him his beer as I knelt between his legs, I smiled at him as I took it in my mouth, making sure he got nice and hard.

When he was at full stiff, He pulled me off his cock by my ponytail and told me to turn around. Head down, ass up. Telling me, “Your pussy better be wet, it’s all the lube you’re going to get.”

I heard Him laugh a little when he saw the butt plug. Pulling it out fast, I heard the “pop” as it came out. He leaned down to feed it to me. “Clean it,” as I took it into my mouth. After making sure I had it all clean, he put it to the side, and I felt him start to play with my ass.

He was starting to get rough verbally as well as physically.

I felt His cock push all the way into my pussy as he leaned forward to feel my pussy as he fucked me. Not stopping, not teasing. He was holding me in place with my hair and pushing me back and forth several times. “Dam, Bitch, you are wet!” When I knew it was my ass he wanted to fuck, I got wet. I mean Really wet!

As I felt his stiff cock work its magic, I started to moan a little, knowing what was coming next and trying not to cum.

He pulled out of my pussy just as fast as he went in, and i never even felt the tip of his cock on my ass hole. All I felt was the pull of my hair, forcing me to slide my ass down his cock. No waiting to relax, no time for play, just one rough pull until I felt him hit bottom.

He grunted as I felt his pubic bone hit my backside. He just went in. It was painful as much as it was erotic, as he didn’t pause. I was biting my lip and trying to bury my head on the carpet, clenching my fists into anything I could grab.

He just started fuck me fast and hard. “This is the stress relief I needed, Bitch.” was all he said to me as he continued to pull my hair, pulling me onto his cock, and then pushing away. I was getting into a rhythm as I was also trying not to cry or to cum. Roughly fuck my ass does that to me.

I soon felt the build-up as he stopped with his cock thoroughly filling my ass. Then He straightened up as He grunted one last time; he pulled my ponytail hard, makign sure he was all the way in me as he started to fill my tight hole with the warmth of His seed. I smiled and maybe let out a little moan. My reward was well earned.

Not resting, once he was empty, he grabbed my ponytail, pulled his wet cock out of my tight hole, and pulled me around to shove it into my mouth to clean him. Tasting his juices mixed with mine.

Once happy with my service, He pushed me back to the floor and got up. Grabbing the butt plug, telling me to open my ass. I reached around and pulled my cheek out as he pushed it in, then got up to get dressed and sat back on the couch, taking another drink of his beer and looking at his phone.

I knew I needed to stay where I was and wait to be told to move. This would give me time to relax and start feeling the joy, not the pain. “Thank You, Sir. I hope it helped,” was all I said. He smiled, telling me it did.

When Master returned to the room, he smiled, dismissing me with the command to go start dinner.

Dinner was served in the kitchen. For them, it was just regular guys talking around the counter about sports and such. I knelt silently on the floor, ignored except when one of them slipped some scraps I was to eat from their fingers.

When they were done, they pushed away and got up. They walked into the living room, telling me to hurry up and clean up, then bring them fresh beers.

Back in the living room, Master used me as a footrest as they started talking about business and my training (?).

At one point, he bent down and pulled the butt plug out of my ass.

I was facing away from him, but I could feel his fingers in my holes.

“Slave got her ass fucked and filled. Good Bitch.”

“Thank You, Master” I felt cum start to drip out into my pussy.

“ Was he rough with youBitch?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Did he enjoy using my Bitch for his pleasures?”

“I hope so, Master. I tried to please him as best I could.”

“Did my bitch cum?”

“No, sir.”

“Did you beg to cum?”

“No, Sir. I was there to be used, not to be pleasured.”

“Good Bitch.”

He put his feet back on me and continued to talk to my Boss/Dom as more cum dripped out of my ass. Knowing I will be made to lick it up later.

The final conversation was about my Boss changing my schedule. Master said he had found some friends from college and high school living nearby, so he wanted to start entertaining more. That meant using me more, so he needed me at home more on the weekends.

That fit in with my boss because he said his girlfriend, with whom he has had a rocky relationship, wants to get serious (again). She wants to move in together. He agreed.

So, no more Thursdays. It also means no more of him coming home to fuck the cleaning wench. That was the reason for needing me for “stress relief.” He needed one final anal fuck and wanted to make it a memorable one.

My job requires me to often work at special events the resort holds and for a couple of VIP clients when they are in town. So I needed to work some weekends.

They agreed I could have more weekends off. Maybe a Friday/Saturday or a Sunday/Monday thing. The boss doesn’t want to lose his morning blowjobs, but he knows my Master is the one who decides who gets to use me and for what.

As the night wore down, I was made to lick up my cum off the floor as they watched and commented on my performance. Finally allowing me to clean my holes before bed. Master was happy with my service. As a reward, He fucked me and allowed me to have an orgasm before bed.

Master Kevin never mentioned these friends or what he had in mind for me with them. But as Master Kevin is starting to become a more creative and sadistic-minded Master, I can only hope it means that I will be used more for pleasure and pain than before.

Did I ever mention how it warms my submissive heart to hear men negotiate and bargain for the opportunity to use me? It truly makes a slave feel loved!

Thank you all for your love, too!

Bitch Slave