I had both girls just where I wanted them, stacked on top of each other with pussies at the ready. Both were dripping and eager to be filled. And I was ready too – with a raging hard-on looking for a warm, wet hole to crawl into! I moved into position, taking aim at Angela’s waiting cunt. Laying on her back with her legs spread, she had just taken a good paddling so I figured I owed her the first fuck.
Besides, I wanted Roberta to stew a bit more before she felt my cock for the first time. I had spent the last few days “edging” her – keeping her right on the edge of an orgasm without giving her release – and I wanted to make sure when she did feel my cock inside her, she would remember it!
So taking cock in hand, I rubbed the head of it across Angela’s sopping pussy, using her own ample juices to lubricate my hard rod. Angela moaned as she felt me at her pussy and I saw her hands clench Roberta’s. She opened her legs a bit more as if asking me in and I took her up on her invitation, running my cock through her parted pussy lips, getting the entire shaft wet and slicked up. When I felt it was properly lubed and ready. I backed up enough so the head of my cock slipped down to push just past her outer lips, resting snugly against her opening.
I stopped there for a moment, waiting as Angela ground her hips on the tip of my cock, trying to force herself down on me. But every time she did I backed away a bit, just enough to keep from going any deeper, but not pulling completely away. I maintained my position right at the front door of her warm wet tunnel, keeping Angela wanting more but waiting to give it to her.
“Ask for it slut – you know how this works!” I growled at her, giving her right thigh a smack for emphasis.
“Master, fuck me, fuck me hard, please! Please fuck your dirty slut! Please use me for your pleasure, Master!” she cried, humping her hips up at me. I smiled, yes she did know how this works! Angela had learned well and was a very good submissive, it was a shame that her husband wasn’t smart enough or strong enough to take advantage of her submissive nature.
I stepped forward a bit, pushing myself very slowly into Angela’s eager pussy. The long slow moan that she let out was music to my ears and I know it had an effect on Roberta. I could see her tremble as she watched Angela’s facial expression. I couldn’t see it of course, but I had a good idea what she was doing. I had seen the same sort of look many times while I was training her. Angela always was a hot fuck and she made no bones about how much she was enjoying things. Angela was one slut I didn’t have to coax to talk dirty – she had a filthy mouth right from the start!
“Tell my new little whore how much you are enjoying your Master’s hard cock! Tell her how it feels inside you – she has yet to feel my cock in her cunt. Let he know what she’s in for!” I said.
“Oh my God! Oh, it feels so fucking good! Oh, I can feel how hard Master’s fat cock is inside me. I’m so full I can hardly stand it!” Angela cried. I knew from working with her that her ex husband wasn’t anywhere near my size so I knew she was telling the truth. I wasn’t sure of Roberta’s sexual history but I knew Angela’s, and I was stretching her tight hole.
Roberta let out a soft kitten-like mewl telling me that she couldn’t take much more teasing. I had put her through hell the last few days, keeping her riding the edge of a long overdue orgasm was sheer torture for her. And I hadn’t made it easy for her. But then she hadn’t made it easy for her husband, or for me at first. The whore was a lot more pliable now though – I just wondered how pliable she would be once she got the orgasm she so needed!
It’s always a risk when I have one of these types of clients. They will beg and plead and promise you the moon until they get what they want. Once they have gotten their orgasm or whatever it is that they want, some women turn right back to the old ways that brought them here to begin with.
So I have to make sure that I don’t give them ALL that they want – I hold back some in reserve until I know how they will react the first time. Or I make sure they know that while they are getting a reward now, there are more and better rewards yet to come if they behave (or in some cases, a severe punishment if they don’t behave!).
I didn’t have that problem with Angela but I wasn’t sure with Roberta, having just gotten started with her. However, judging from the way she was moaning and panting already, I didn’t think I would have much trouble controlling her. I hadn’t even touched her yet and she was about to go crazy!
I shoved in and out of Angela several times, fucking her hard and deep like I knew she liked it. Angela didn’t like to “make love” with me – she came to me to be fucked and fucked hard. She wanted brutal, mean sex – she wanted me to fuck her like I wanted to break her! One of her chief complaints the first time I met with her was that her husband, Mark, treated her like a china doll – as if merely touching her might break her. She was the kind of woman who wants to feel like she’s been fucked. She wants to be fucked until she wakes up stiff and sore the next morning. And she knew I could give that to her.
I had promised Angela that if she agreed to counselling, I would insure that she would not feel like a china doll with me. I told her that if she could walk away after we were finished fucking, then we weren’t finished fucking! And I was able to keep my end of the deal every time, which is why she was back in my bed now.
After I had Angela moaning and writhing under Roberta, it was time to turn my attention to her. My whore was dripping, her smoldering pussy was so swollen and fat with raw lust I knew it wouldn’t take much to hurl her headlong over the cliff to her orgasm. She was trembling with need and mewling like I was already fucking her! I couldn’t help but smile at the state of arousal she was in just by my teasing and her watching Angela get fucked under her.
“Whore, I want you to kiss my slut and thank her for letting you play along today!” I commanded. Roberta didn’t hesitate, leaning down to give the woman under her a kiss. Angela parted her lips ready to accept Roberta’s tongue. Once I saw the two of them in a good lip lock, I made my move. I pulled out of Angela and in the next plunge I was deep in Roberta’s drooling cunt!
I wish I could describe the squeal that Roberta let out into Angela’s mouth. It was the most erotic, most impassioned, and most thankful sound you ever heard. It was almost as if she came right on the spot, although I knew she hadn’t. I began fucking her in the same hard driving manner as Angela and Roberta moaned and cried her pleasure as well. I leaned over her and grabbed a handful of her hair.
“Well, how do you like your Master’s cock, whore? You waited long enough for it – was it worth the wait?” I hissed in her ear. She groaned appreciatively as I slammed into her once again, making sure she felt every inch of my fuckpole. Angela reached up from under Roberta to pinch and tug on her nipples adding more sensory input to her already jumbled mind.
As I pounded in and out of Roberta’s ravenous cunt, I reached around and grabbed her throat, showing her that I was claiming her. This fucking whore was mine and I showed her animal-fashion. I held her throat tight enough to make breathing more difficult but not cut it off completely. Claiming her like this sent her to a whole new level of lust and her willful ways left her. At that moment she was mine completely.
“Master please! Oh Master please let me cum! I have to cum – I can’t take it anymore, please please let me cum for you!” Roberta pleaded. I knew she meant every word, too. After what I had put her through the last few days, not to mention how long it had been since she had seen a cock before she came to me, well, I am almost surprised she lasted as long as she did.
“What do you think, slut? Should we let this new little whore cum? Or should I pull out and make her wait some more?” I asked Angela.
“I don’t know, Master. She looks like she needs to cum, but you are the best judge,” she said. I knew what she was doing so I played along.
“Okay whore, I want you to beg your slut-sister here and see if she will allow you to cum. You’d better make it good too – she’s a hard sell like I am!” I commanded.
“Please, Angela, Oh God please, please let me cum! Ohhh I need to cum! Please let me cum, Pleeeease! Ohh Fuck!” she cried, the urgency in her voice clear.
“I don’t know… you don’t sound too sincere…” she said. Angela remembered well how I teased her – now it was her turn to do some teasing!
“PLEASE Angela! Please, I’ll do anything, anything you want. Just please, please let me cum! I’m begging you! Oh God, please may I cum!” Roberta said, even more desperate.
“Well, I guess if it means that much to you,” she said, smirking.
“You heard her whore – CUM!” I commanded.
With that command Roberta let go. Pussy juice poured out of her sloppy cunt drenching my cock and Angela’s pussy underneath. She poured out her pussy juice like she had been storing it in there for months – I was sure she would dehydrate herself with all the liquid she was releasing! She must have cum for a solid three or four minutes, one orgasm stacked on and causing the next until finally she had nothing left to give. She collapsed on top of Angela who held her gently in her arms, stroking her sweat matted hair as Roberta tried to calm herself panting and dripping in sweat and cum.
I let the girls cuddle for a few minutes while I rested a bit as well. I had two beautiful women at my every whim and I wasn’t in a hurry for that to end! After a half-hour or so of recovery time, I made the girls get in a “69” with Roberta underneath and her head at the edge of the bed. Angela straddled her face on top, her beautiful pussy and ass directly above Roberta and accessible to me at the same time.
“Now, whore, you are going to thank your slut-sister for allowing you to cum by eating her pussy. I am going to fuck her because she needs to cum again. But I also know that the little slut has a taste for pussy herself, so don’t be surprised if you feel a tongue in your cunt. As I fuck her, I will also expect your mouth to be ready for my cock. So enjoy your feast, but be ready for my cock as well,” I said.
Both girls moaned as they learned their roles and then I took my position straddling Roberta’s face and behind Angela. The girls bent to their work, each moaning again as they felt the other’s tongues begin to explore their pussies. I rubbed my cockhead against Angela’s pussy and slid easily inside, sinking to the hilt in her warm sheath.
I began once again fucking her like I was drilling for oil. I pounded the woman’s cunt with everything I had – not being gentle in the least. She expected me to be an animal and I didn’t disappoint her. I shoved my hard cock deep in her belly over and over again until she was moaning incoherently and then I pulled out indicating with my leg for Roberta to open her mouth. I shoved my cock into the new hole and heard the familiar and oh-so-satisfying gluk, gluk, gluk of a woman’s throat being filled.
I did not leave Angela’s cunt unattended though. She didn’t see it because her attentions were on the juicy peach below her, but I had grabbed the Hitachi Wand from earlier and as I fucked Roberta’s mouth, I clicked it on and applied the buzzing head to Angela’s dripping cunt. She squealed in surprise and shock and instantly began grinding against the machine.
I fucked Roberta’s mouth for a few strokes then resheathed my sword in Angela’s cunt. “Hold this slut’s ass apart, whore, I want to see that little asshole!” I commanded Roberta. She reached up and pulled the woman’s cheeks apart and exposed Angela’s crinkled little brown star. I wet my finger with my mouth and rubbed it across the opening as Angela moaned louder.
Once more I swapped Angela’s cunt for Roberta’s mouth and applied the Wand to the empty slit. Angela moaned and began humping against the device. I made this swap two more times before I made my next move.
On the fourth swap, I could see that Roberta and Angela were both getting close to cumming. So when I shoved my cock back into Angela’s cunt I reached forward grabbing her hair and hauling her to an upright position straddling Roberta. I put my hand around her throat squeezing her airway almost completely closed – harder than I had with Roberta.
“You will ALWAYS be my slut, you understand me? Your idiot ex husband was a fool – he didn’t appreciate what you have become. He couldn’t handle what you are. But I fucking MADE you slut, and I can handle you. You are mine and you will always be mine!” I growled viciously in her ear.
Angela whimpered a shaky, sobbing “Yes, Master!” and I pushed her back down into place.
“Now cum for me my sluts, cum for your Master!” I commanded and with a groan both girls did as I bade, spilling out their sweet juices for the other to lap up happily. They had just finished licking each other clean when I announced my own impending orgasm.
“Okay girls, I’m going to cum. Get ready!” I said. Both girl scrambled to get into position, kneeling on the floor in front of me mouths open ready to receive my seed. They looked like two baby chicks sitting in the nest waiting to be fed. So I jerked the last couple times on my swollen cock and gave them “dessert”.
I shot thick, creamy, ropes of cum onto their tongues and their faces as they held their mouths open eagerly. I even gave each a shot across “the girls” so they could wear my cum as well as taste it. When I had drained my balls on them, they turned playfully licking the sweet cream from each other’s faces, but leaving the cum on their tits to rub it in.
I climbed into bed laying in the middle holding my arms out to my two submissive sluts. They squealed like two little girls and quickly climbed up into my arms, and we lay together like that for a couple hours. I stroked their hair and kissed their foreheads, making sure they both knew they were loved and cared for.
Aftercare is very important in a Master/submissive relationship. Letting the submissive know that she is cared for, especially after some type of spanking or punishment, is vital for her mental health. So I wanted to make sure my girls knew they were.
I think we all would have preferred to stay right there in bed cuddling and being close, but unfortunately, Angela had to get back home and prepare for work the next day. So grudgingly, we all got up and I let Angela take a shower before putting her clothes back on. As she came out of the shower and started getting dressed, I stopped her:
“Oh no slut, I’ll be keeping those panties – just so you aren’t tempted to wear them the next time you come over!” I said with a mischievous grin.
“Yes Master,” Angela said with a smile and a blush and she handed them to me. She finished getting dressed and we went downstairs. At the door I took her in my arms to say goodbye. “Master, what did you mean upstairs about ‘the next time you come over’?” she asked.
“Well, I meant that until further notice, I want you to come over once a week so I can make sure you are doing all right. We can talk and I can help you with whatever is going on in your life at that time. I am your Master and it is my responsibility to care for and protect you. Caring for you means that I need to know what is going on in your life. So you are to come over once a week for a visit, and more if you need to, understand?” I said.
“Really, Master? Oh you are so wonderful!” she said. “But what if I need something more than just… talk?” she asked, looking down and blushing.
I hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her eyes to mine. “Then we will take care of that need as well,” I said.
She raised up on her tip toes to give me a kiss. I leaned down so she could kiss me easier and she melted into my arms.
After we said goodbye and she left, I could turn my attentions back to Roberta.
“Master, would you like a drink?” she asked.
“That would be wonderful. Why don’t you pour us both a glass of wine,” I said. She went into the kitchen and came back a couple moments later with two glasses of Merlot. I took the glasses, sitting them on the table next to me and pulled Roberta into my lap. We watched television and cuddled until it was time for bed.
* * * * *
The following morning I was awakened surprisingly to the smell of freshly made coffee and breakfast on the stove. I put on my loungepants and came in to see my whore humming happily to herself in the kitchen. She was wearing the bathrobe I had given her to wear while she was here and she looked so beautiful standing there at the stove.
I came up behind her and put my arms around her, “Good morning, whore,” I said, kissing her on the neck under her left ear lobe.
She turned around to face me “Good morning Master,” she said smiling broadly. “Did you sleep well?”
“I did. How about you? How did you sleep last night?” I asked.
“Oh, Master, I slept better last night than I have in a long time! It was wonderful!” she said. She put her arms around my neck puling me into a kiss. As I kissed my pretty little whore, I slipped my hands into her open robe and around her slim waist, cupping her ass cheeks under the fluffy white robe.
“Mmmm” she moaned into my mouth, pressing herself to me and parting her legs putting one thigh on each side of mine and rubbing her bare pussy on my pant leg. She kissed me passionately and I could sense the genuine feelings behind it. After a few delicious moments she broke the kiss and took my arm.
“Now go in and relax while I finish breakfast. I will let you know when it’s ready!” she said, smiling. I went into the living room and waited for her to call me to breakfast.
I began reading the paper and was into an article when I heard her voice. “Master breakfast is ready,” she said. I folded down the paper and saw her kneeling at my feet with her head down very submissively. She looked beautiful there at my feet. I put the paper aside and stood, pulling her to her feet with me. We went in and I seated her as usual and took my place. She waited for me to begin eating before she did. As we ate she asked me what I had planned for the day.
“Well, we have some shopping to do today. How do you feel about going for a little drive?” I asked her.
“A drive? Oh Master I would love to go for a drive! Where are we going?” she asked.
“I have to go into Los Angeles for a few things. It shouldn’t take too long. I hope to be back here in Santa Barbara by this afternoon,” I said.
“That sounds wonderful, Master! What would you like me to wear?” she asked.
“Well just wear something sexy and easy to access! A dress or something. I will leave it to your imagination,” I told her. That put the ball in her court – I was curious as to how she would approach this. Left to her own judgement, I wanted to see how she would dress to please me. I gave her a few parameters and she should know by now what I expect…
I had just come in from pulling the car up to the front from the garage when Roberta came out to show me her outfit. She had done well – she looked fabulous! She had picked her LBD – a little black stretchy-knit sleeveless dress with a very daring plunge front (almost to her navel!) and an open back down to her waistline.
The dress was also very short coming halfway up her thighs. It hugged her every delicious curve and it looked very hot! She wore her thigh top stockings and black knee high suede boots with the stiletto heels. Her makeup also was done perfectly and her hair was done in a handy yet elegant ponytail.
“I’m ready Master! How do I look?” she asked.
I pulled her to me. “Good enough to eat!” I told her.
Roberta giggled. “I wouldn’t mind that!” she said.
We left the house and headed to Los Angeles, I didn’t tell her where we were going, wanting it to be a surprise. It would take a little over 2 hours to drive into Los Angeles on the route I picked (depending of course on the unpredictable Los Angeles traffic!). I wanted to stay on the PCH for as long as possible because the scenery was so nice. Roberta and her husband Peter lived in Glendale so they didn’t get to drive the PCH very often. I thought it would be a nice drive since it was such a warm sunny day. I put the top down on my BMW so she could enjoy the whole experience.
As we drove, I let my hand rest on her thigh just above her knee. I began moving my hand up her leg until it slipped under her dress. Because it was so tight I couldn’t go much higher, but Roberta knew what I was up to and she raised up slightly so she could hike her dress up for me. She sat back down and spread her legs wide allowing me to get at what I was after. I smiled at her willingness to expose herself to me like this – she had come a long way from that first day she refused to undress in front of me!
We drove down Shoreline Boulevard past Castillo Street where Shoreline Blvd turned into West Cabrillo Blvd. That is where she hiked her dress up for me. We continued on our way to where W. Cabrillo merged with Hwy 1, more commonly known as the Pacific Coast Highway or PCH. Just as we went through the traffic circle at Hot Springs Road, I turned to Roberta, “Okay, whore, now drop the top of your dress down and show me those tits,” I said.
She looked at me for a second, “Master, I’m not wearing anything under this dress!” she said.
“That doesn’t matter just drop your dress like a good girl,” I said. With that, she shrugged her shoulders and slipped the straps off her shoulders and down her arms, exposing her upper body to the wind. Instantly her nipples hardened in the cool breeze as I knew they would. I reached over and took one between my fingers and rolled the thick fat bud in my fingers.
Roberta laid her head on the headrest and closed her eyes as I toyed with her nipple a little. Then I went back to her pussy. I put my hand between her welcoming thighs and began rubbing her dampening slit. Roberta put her hand on top of mine and pressed it harder to her vulva. She wanted me to finger her dripping cunt while I was driving, which was exactly what I was planning to do as well.
She kept her hand on mine and moved it slowly up and down along her slippery slit. I let my hand relax so she could do with it what she wanted. I wanted to see what she would do with the situation as well – part of the idea behind the training I was giving her was to help her get in touch with her slutty side.
Soon her pussy was very wet and very slick. She shoved two of my fingers slowly into her hole and exhaled slowly. When I had a nice, slow rhythm going, my hand moving in and out of her I felt two of her fingers slip in on top of mine. Our hands were moving as one and we caressed each other’s fingers inside her. She moved her hand so that when I stroked out she stroked in and vice versa. Sharing her masturbation was amazingly erotic.
My whore’s breathing turned to panting and her pelvis rolled around in her seat. She was sitting low and her legs were tensed against the footwell. Her back was braced against her seat back and she lifted her hips and fucked herself fast with our fingers. It was quite a show and I was having a bit of trouble paying attention to my driving and so I turned onto a vacant parking lot and stopped the car.
She came thrusting her hips up high, far above the relative privacy of the dashboard and the car jounced on its springs. She clutched my hand in hers, our fingers caught inside her frozen with her hips arched high, and slowly she melted back into her seat. She exhaled loud as my fingers and hers slipped out and she snuggled against my shoulder. She took my hand, covered with her juice and gently brought it to her mouth, sucking my fingers coated with her sweet juice. Then she dipped her finger into her honeypot so I could share in the spoils of our efforts.
Once she had calmed down and composed herself, I let her get out and get her outfit back on and adjusted properly. We continued on our way and soon we were in downtown Los Angeles. I had looked up the address I needed the previous night and written it down so I knew how to get to the store I wanted. I drove to the address and pulled into the parking lot in the back.
The place wasn’t a lot to look at – certainly not like one would expect from the fancy full color ad that I had seen. But then “adult novelty shops” are rarely as clean and well kept as your local department store anyway! Once we came around the corner and Roberta saw the store we were about to enter, she balked a bit like a horse that didn’t want to cross a swift stream.
“Master – that’s a sex shop!” she said alarmed.
“Yes it is, whore. What of it?” I asked.
“I-I can’t go in there, Master!” she protested.
“And why not? You are plenty old enough. Besides I am the one buying something,” I said.
“But what if somebody sees me?” she said.
“My dear, the Los Angeles metropolitan region covers some 33,950 square miles and contains approximately 18.5 million people the last I read. You live in Glendale, nearly an hour away from here on a good day. Do you really think, given those facts, that there is a good chance someone you know will see you at this particular store, at this particular time?” I asked, trying to keep from laughing at her.
Roberta blushed realizing what I had said. “No, I guess not,” she said meekly. We went inside and she clung close to me. It was obvious that she had never been in a place like this before and she was completely out of her comfort zone. I took her over to a display of dildos and vibrators, some behind the counter and some on the pegboard wall behind that.
“Pick out something here and I will be over there in the BDSM section,” I told her.
“You want me to pick out one of those?” she asked, pointing subtly at the dildos, stunned.
“Yes. Pick out something you like – you will be using it this evening when we get home. Make sure it’s something that will do the job too, I want a good show!” I said. The look on her face when I told her that was priceless!
I went over to the BDSM section while she shopped. I wanted this to be entirely her selection so I didn’t interrupt her. I was looking at the selection of gags and cuffs and other bondage gear when she came over with a couple things that interested her.
“Master, I found a couple things, but I can’t decide on which one would be better” she said, coming up to me. She showed me her treasures. “This one looks fun but so does this one!”
“Well, get them both then. I’m sure we will have plenty of chances to use them before your training is done,” I said.
“Really, Master? I can get them both?” she asked, bouncing like a little girl in a toy shop.
I smiled at her enthusiasm. “Yes whore you can get them both. But now I want you to take this money up to that boy at the counter and when he waits on you, tell him, ‘My Master said I am to get these to use on my naughty pussy tonight.’. Tell him exactly like that,” I instructed her.
“MASTER!” she hissed at me in a hushed tone.
“Do as I say whore,” I said again.
Slowly she walked up to the counter looking back a couple times hoping I would change my mind. I did not.
“M-My Master said I am to get these to use on my naughty pussy tonight,” she said just barely loud enough to be heard.
“What?” the young boy said. I don’t know whether he didn’t hear her didn’t believe what he was hearing, or wanted to know if she had the nerve to repeat herself, but she said it again louder this time.
“My Master said I am to get these things to use on my naughty pussy tonight,” she said.
He blushed as did she and he rang up the sale. Just as he was finishing up I stepped up to the counter.
“What is your name?” I asked him.
“Tommy,” he said.
“And how old are you Tommy?”
“I’m 19, why?” he asked.
“Well Tommy, my whore here was nervous about coming in to your establishment, but you have made her feel more comfortable. Isn’t that right?” I said, looking at Roberta.
“Yes Master,” she said.
“I think you should thank our friend here for being so courteous and making you feel better. I think maybe you should make his day a little better, don’t you?” I said, winking at her.
She looked at me for a second and then it dawned on her what I wanted her to do. She walked around the end of the counter and up to Tommy. She smiled at him and slipped to her knees, hiking up her dress as she did. She worked his zipper down and fished out the stunned kid’s cock, sucking it into her mouth and giving him probably the best blowjob he had ever had. She licked and sucked the boy’s cock as he moaned and leaned against the glass of the counter.
Tommy didn’t last very long, the excitement of a hot foxy woman giving him a blowjob on command was more than he could handle. And as he blew his load into my whore’s mouth, she made sure she swallowed every drop, not wanting to mess up her dress with his cum. Once she had licked and sucked him clean, she gently put his withering cock back in his pants, zipping him up carefully and kissing his cock goodbye through his pants. Then she stood up and gave him a little peck on the cheek and we left poor Tommy on wobbly legs thinking that this was the best job in the world!
After we left the adult toy store, I wanted to go grab something to eat. It was about lunchtime anyway and we were both hungry so we started looking for a place to eat. Los Angeles has a ton of top quality restaurants but there was one place I loved and I’d been meaning to revisit the next time I was in town. However it was a bit of a distance from the adult toy store.
“Master please, how much further? I really need to find a restroom!” Roberta said.
“Okay okay, we’re almost there. Just a few more minutes. Think you can hold it for that long?” I said with a hint of sarcasm.
“Just barely, I knew I shouldn’t have had that soda on the drive!” she confessed.
“I tried to warn you, but you said it was okay. Now you’re about to pee yourself, I chuckled.
“I will if you don’t hurry! Please, I really need to go. I don’t think you want me to wet my pants – think of your beautiful leather seats!” she said urgently.
“Relax, we’re here,” I said. I parked the car and got out to let her out. We walked across the parking lot and into the restaurant. We found a table and put our jackets on the backs of the chairs to claim it.
“Master I really need to go… now!” she whispered loudly.
I got up and took her to the bathroom. She was walking in that crooked kind of way that makes you sure everyone in the place knows you’ve waited too long to find a bathroom. Just as she got close to the ladies room, I pulled her quickly into the men’s room!
“Master this is the men’s room! I can’t go in here!” she said.
“Yes you can and you will,” I said. I pulled her into the restroom and into a stall. “Now do your business, I’m hungry!”
She looked at me panicked. “At least let me do this in private, Master!” she said.
“No, I will stand here with you and the stall door will remain open. I want anyone who comes in here to know what a dirty little whore I have!” I said.
Roberta had to go too badly to argue with me, She tugged her dress up and sat down on the toilet, just in time. I heard the sound of her piss hitting the toilet bowl in a hard stream – she really did have to go bad!
When she was done emptying her bladder, I helped her stand. “Take off your dress and hang it on the hook,” I told her. I had taken her to one of the larger handicap-accessible stalls (there were two of them in this bathroom). I moved around her while she undressed and unfastened my pants, pulling them down to my ankles as I sat down on the toilet. “You have gotten off and you got that boy Tommy off. Now it’s my turn!” I said.
