It’s Sunday, one day after the NFR finished up. And what a wonderful ten days it was. But it didn’t seem like ten days. Maybe as life settles back down, it will hit me, and I will be allowed to crash for a day.

Still Tasting Yummy.

What I do know is it’s going to take a while for my back door to recover! He did it. It took a while to get it in, and it hurt like hell, but I wanted it as much as he did, and Master was making sure I kept the men pleasured. Let’s say Bob was an animal! Of the four men, he used me the most.

The first night I went there, I hoped they would have left for the arena by then so I could get some work done. When I walked in, I found Bob alone, getting dressed. Apparently, he did Vegas a little too much, spent the day nursing a headache, and was now feeling human again.

The apartment was a complete mess. Clothes, bags, food trays, and empty beer bottles were scattered throughout. Towels were piled up in a corner of the bathroom. Bob just smiled. “Got your work cut out for you. Good luck, sweetie.”

I told him this was nothing. I will have it done in thirty minutes, as I was getting naked. He stood in the doorway to his bedroom. “Are we really allowed to call you Bitch Slave? And demand a blowjob?”

I smile when I get that question. “Sir, yes, you can call me what you want. However, I respond best when I am called what I am, Bitch slave. I’m here for you to use me as you need to. “

He smiled as he started to sit back down on the bed. “It’s what I am: a slave. You have been given permission to use me however you want. I am here to serve you. I know it isn’t easy; men have been trained to be polite to women at all times. Not all women want that. I don’t. I want to be used; you don’t have to ask; tell me what you want me to do. Sucking your cock is my pleasure.” How true, I wanted that cock in every hole of my body!

He smiled, opened his jeans, and told me he had thirty minutes to get to the shuttle. ”Get in here bitch, and start sucking.” I hurried to kneel between those legs and finish getting his pants off to see that wonderful cock.

“Thank you, Sir.” Like last time, it wasn’t easy. He was thick, and he was hard. I felt his hand on my head as he pushed my mouth onto His cock, and my mouth just opened up. Filling my mouth, I had no room to get air. I was gasping for air, but he held me still, started to push, and I began to choke. After some choking, He let up for me to get some air.

He told me, like others, I was the first woman to take him all in one try. It wasn’t easy, but I always enjoyed the challenge. His other hand found my boobs as He let me go up and down on his cock, slowly.

I snuck a finger down to my pussy and found it dripping. He told me to lick his cock, and suck his balls. I whined as I let him out of my mouth and did as commanded. My tongue enjoyed the long lick from his well-groomed ball sack. I took each one in my mouth and sucked it clean, then worked my way to the top, where I found a good amount of pre-cum slipping down the crown.

He enjoyed the change; I would suck his cock, long and slow, then go back to worshipping his balls. I didn’t realize, as I sucked his balls, he was masturbating. I was in too much, enjoying the feeling of his hand on my head and my mouth on his cock and balls, hearing him moan in ecstasy.

When i saw this, I stopped and asked him to please let me. This is my job, not his. I am here for him to relax and enjoy. He smiled as he removed his hand. “Go for it Bitch.”

It didn’t matter, I took his cock back in my mouth, and he forced my head to the bottom as I felt the pulsing. He shot his load straight down my throat. No room for me to taste it as I started to gag and forced some of the cum and slime out as I gasped for air. I heard him laughing at the mess I was making.

I finished swallowing, licking up the mess I made, and apologizing. “No worry Bitch. I never had that happen. You truly are an amazing cock sucker.” “thank you, Sir.” I looked for his pants and helped him get dressed back.

He took one more pull on my nipples, smiled, and zipped up. “Next time. I want your ass.” I smiled. “Yes, Sir, I’m looking forward to it.” As he was out the door.

Good to my word, thirty minutes later, the apartment was clean. I just had to wait for the laundry, and I could go home to my Master.

The other couple of times I went there, they were all there and mainly used me for cleaning and for blowjobs.

Jason wanted to live out a kinky fantasy he saw in a video one time. In the video, the man was sitting at the table, eating breakfast while reading the paper. The slave was underneath, focused on sucking his cock. The man was unfazed by the blowjob. (simple fantasies of a vanilla, married man!)

The other three men were also at the table, and they made him read the article out loud as I was doing my job underneath. He could not finish more than two sentences before stopping to moan or take a deep breath.

They upped the challenge after he failed the reading part. Could he keep his hands flat on the table until he came? He tried but gave up just shortly before he sat back, stiffened his back, and shot his load into my cum hungry mouth. I smiled as much as I could as I started to swallow his cum. Afterward, I let it stay in my mouth until soft. I zipped his pants back up and moved on to the next cock.

I gave each of them a blowjob as they tried the same thing, and all three failed. Nobody could stay still or read long enough for them to cum in my mouth. Four cocks sucked, and four men were pleased with my effort.

With them and my day job, I was pretty well used up when I got home each night. But Master was fair and firm. He understood. He ordered out a couple of the nights. But I was still made to kneel at his side and take his scraps as my meal while he talked to some old school friend on the phone he realized lived out here. Ignoring me.

Thank you for reading.

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Bitch slave