Slave Trade

Zoe looked into her slaves eyes and sighed. The one thing she hated about the slaves was the way they had been taught to fear their masters. Respect was good, but fear wasn't. Especially when a lot of her guests liked a confident woman.
"First of all, ZayNab, well first of all we're going to change that name. I cannot imagine that being given a name like that does you any good at all. So you can choose that. Second of all, please don't call me mistress, ma'm or Miss Hanson is fine." The slave smiled gently, not knowing whether smiling was appropriate or not. "Thirdly, get your personality back - my guests don't want puppets. And fourthly...." She looked around at the other girls. "You may have been sold as a slave, but only as a sex slave - you are not beneath anyone. You have to have all kinds of sex with a lot of people - and it does start with me. But not right now. I'll test you out soon enough." Zoe smiled at her and continued rubbing her clit, and breathed in deeply as she felt Lou's hand upon her leg move higher.
 
I can't believe what is happening to me. Yesterday I was held in a filthy warehouse, with a bleak future to look forward to. Today I was auctioned as a slave, thinking that I'd be mishandled and misused by my future master. But tonight, I've found the gentlest of masters, and our relationship looks more like that of lovers instead of master-slave. Again I marvel at how lucky I am, and for now, all thought of freedom are forgotten. To be owned by a man like this, I would serve him all my life, and gladly.

The way he massaged my back, using that peperminty stuff, making all tiredness and tension go away, leaving me in a languid state of arousal. Then he continues to massage me in an erotic way, making my whole body tingle and throb with desire. None of my past lovers have ever done this to me. I feel like falling in love with him, his handsomeness, his kindness, his gentleness... And if I serve him well, maybe one day he'll come to love me, too.

He is doing wondrous things to my body, first inserting a finger in my ass, the only virgin part on my body, but it feels so right for him to do it. I can't help but kiss and bite his neck in lust. Then he starts to massage my inner tighs, bringing my level of arousal even higher, that I grip the sides of the tub and spread my legs wide, giving him access to my core. Now he smears the last of the lotion in my pussy, his fingers coated with them enter my vagina, and move deliciously inside, touching my G-spot, bringing me to a shattering climax. I hold on to his hand while I cry out in pleasure, then lean back against him.

I feel his hard-on gently bobbing in the water, tickling my back. He holds me against him for a while, then pushes me away and starts to rinse me off with a handheld shower. He hands me a towel and orders me to dry myself, as I step out of the tub. Meanwhile he rinses himself off, and as he steps out of the tub I start to dry him with his own towel.

I look up at him questioningly, does he want my oral service here? But he motions for me to go to his bedroom, and together we walk out of the spacious bathroom, into his magnificent bedroom. He leads me to the bed and standing before it, he motions me to kneel in front of him. His hard-on has flagged a bit, but as I take his 9" shaft in my hands to look thisone eyed snake in the eye, it shudders and grows again. Slowly I lick around the head, savouring the precum that still coats it. Then I lick around the base, tickling the most sensitive part underneath. He moans in approval, I seem to be doing it right. Then I take the head in my mouth, and suck gently, while still tickling it with my tongue. My hands encircle his shaft and pump up and down. Now I'm taking more of him in my mouth, bit by bit, inch by inch, as I pump him in and out of my mouth. I'm amazed myself that I can take so much of him. His hips are moving and he is fucking my face now, forcing more and more of his shaft in my throat, as he becomes more excited.

I try to relax my throat as he bumps into it. To my surprise my throat complies, and his cock disappears completely in my mouth. He seems pleased to be deep throated this way, and his moans grow louder. Now his hands grab my hair, and his hips buck against my mouth as he fucks my face wilder. My hands now cup his sack and massage his balls gently, and they start to tighten in my hands.....
 
Full service...

My slave had turned out to be more than I bargained for. I could not discern whether it was love or lust that made me enjoy this fellatio as much as I did. I watched as she deep throated me, slurping my dick like a popsicle. I bucked my hips foward, meeting the rythm of her head motions as I became lost in pleasure. MayHua was enjoying herself as well, her eyes had shut and she began humming on my shaft. She seemed to like servicing me. Her hands cupped my balls as I gripped her hair, bracing myself for the oncoming orgasm. I was going to pull out, but she grabbed my tight ass cheeks, squeezing her lips as she held me in her mouth.

"Huunh", I grunted, as precum began flowing out of me like a river. I held out as long as I could against this amazing blowjob, but I finally conceded when she slipped her finger deep in my asshole, returning the favor from the bathtub. The pressure on my rectum made me explode, as I shouted her name while my cum shot deep into her throat in hot jets. Load after load came, as she twirled her finger in me, swallowing as fast as I could produce. I bent down to hug her head as the end of my orgasm hit me, making me shake and sweat. "Oh MayHua,...oh my beautiful flower."

Her finger slid out of me, as she gave my cock one last slurp. I collapsed backwards onto the bed, heaving.

"Did I please my Master?" she asked with her palms together, still on her knees, as if praying.

"Yes", I exhaled, "Very much so. Thank you, Pretty Flower."

She smiled brightly, strangely happy from my pleasure. I could only smile at her in return, greeting her warm eyes with mine. I began to care for her, feeling guilty for her predicament, yet not wanting to let her go.

"Lay with me", I said, tenderly, not as a command.

"As you wish", she replied. She ran her palm across my chest as I began to relax. A bit timidly, I slowly reached my arm around her to pull her closer to me, with all the fear a man has of becoming attached to a lap dancer or a prostitute. But this was different, I thought. I owned MayHua, and yet it did not settle easily in my stomach. I did not want want to possess her as I do all my priceless objects. I wanted her soul. I wanted to love her.

I gazed into her eyes, wondering if she could read all my thoughts. She just looked at me, strangely at peace in my arms. I kissed her briefly, but passionately. "Ride me", I ordered.

She straddled me and began to service me once more as I stared longingly into her eyes.

[Edited by gypsyprince on 08-01-2000 at 04:41 AM]
 
Watching Zoe play with her newly aquired sex 'slave'excited him beyond belief. His hand slid higher and higher, till it rested ontop of her lucious mound, which he softly rubbed and teased, his lips kissing the back of her neck.
 
IC:: ZayNab

Yes ma'am breathing softly at Miss Hanson's touch. I think I would like the name Jasmin but will go by Jazz will this be more approiate for what I have been bought for? Smiling my most winning smile at Miss Hanson. I promise to be the best sex slave I can be. Beginning to enjoy the title 'Sex Slave'.

[Edited by LadyChance on 08-01-2000 at 05:34 PM]
 
I don't understand this man. He looks so gently into my eyes, as if he were my lover instead of my master. And the way he'd just made love to me, was also more the way a lover would. But his gentleness is making me aroused and I make love to him with all my heart and all my soul.

I straddle him and slowly insert his love pole in my hot tunnel. To my surprise, he is fully hard again, something that ususally only very young men are able to. Not that he is old, I'd guess his age to be still below 30. But what an experienced lover he is!

I ride him, sliding his shaft in and out of me. Mmmmmm, it feels so good, and he is playing with my nipples with one hand, while the other flicks at my love button. He looks at me intently, a kind of longing in his eyes, and I smile at him. Soon I can feel another climax coming on, I ride him faster, wilder, bouncing up and down. When I reach orgasm, I call out: "Masterrrrrr, fuck meeeeeee........." Then I slump over on his chest.

He kisses my face, my eyes, my nose, my lips, and I can feel tears spilling out of my eyes. I'm so happy. Never had I a lover such as he. He caresses my body, my arms, my back. Then he asks me: "Lovely flower, is there any part of your body where no man has been before?", while he caresses my ass. I clench my ass cheeks, understanding what he wants. But who am I to deny what is rightfully his? And after all, wouldn't it be my utmost servitude to him, to surrender my last virginity? And wouldn't I rather give it to him than anybody else?

So I answer truthfully: "No one has ever entered my back passage, Master. Except your little finger." He smiles happily, and says: "Then I will have to claim that for my own." "I'm at your service, Master, whatever you wish is my command."

With that, he lifts me off his cock, which falls out with a plop on his tummy. It is still fully erect, and glistening with my pussy juice. He sits up and directs me to get on all fours. Then he kneels behind me and plunges into my pussy once more, stroking in and out slowly, rising my state of arousal again. His finger starts to circle my anal rosette, and slowly pushes in, dilating it. The feeling is wonderfully exciting. He finger fucks me slowly, and I can feel my nipples pucker and harden to steel like consistency.
He pulls it out, and I sigh, but immediately he puts it back with another finger. Now he's fucking me with two fingers. I squirm, and he asks: "Like that, slave?" I nod my head, and he introduces a third finger. "I thought you would. You really are a perfect sex slave."

I moan, the combination of his cock in my pussy and his finger in my anal passage is driving me crazy with lust. He takes his fingers out of my ass, and his love meat from my pussy, then I feel its large head nudging my anus. He pushes in slowly, and I gasp as the head goes past the sphincter, as shafts of painful pleasure surge through me. His shaft, slick with my juices, follows easily, and soon he is balls deep in me. He bends over to nuzzle my neck, whispering: "You're mine, Slave, my love, forever." "Yes, Master, I'm yours, forever," I tell him.
 
Fantasy Island...

My slave reeled in pleasure as I pumped and pumped her tight ass. It felt so good squeezing around my dick. I used once hand to help her finger her clit, which we rubbed furiously together as it leaked fluid down her legs. Occasionally, MayHua would look back at me, her face a portrait of ecstasy. I loved to watch her head sway about as I rammed her harder and harder, until the slapping of skin could heard rythmically. She moaned as I pumped her fast, enjoying her asshole.

As she came to a climax once again, I said, "I want to cum all over you."

She must have liked that, replying "Yes Master, cum on your slave."

I pumped her vigorously, our bodies shaking from the waves of impact. As I pumped forward, she leaned back, attempting to take me as deeply as possible. When I was buried to the hilt, we would seperate until almost the entire length of me was out and then push all the way back in. When I felt my orgasm beginning to rise, I slid out of her and turned her around, commanding her to get on the bed. She did so, and I started to jack my cock, as she leaned back on her elbows waiting to recieve my cum bath.

MayHua's eyes were focused intently on my fat cock, as she was lost in a lustful daze, watching me masturbate. She seemed giddy, kicking her legs in anticipation. After a minute or so, my balls stirred and I knelt over her. I grunted loudly as I shot a wad of cum right at her face. She lapped it up, demanding more. I blasted another jet at her chest, and she rubbed it all over and lifeted her hand to her mouth. My last two big shots she caught in her mouth, some of it spilling down her chin.

The rest dribbled down my cock, as I told her to clean it off. She did so happily, licking off all cum on my shaft and uscking the remainder out of the tip. I even gave her my hand, whiched she also licked up.

"Good", I said, laying next to her. I held her in my arms and kissed her, tasting myself on her tongue. With a smile I said, "You will sleep next to me here, bathed in me."

She nodded and we fell asleep in each other's arms, the sticky cum all over us. In the morning, a familiar voice woke me, and a gloved hand gave me my cell phone. Lana said my associate Gregory was on the phone. Gregory told me of an island where the auctioned slaves are taken. A sort of resort orgy. He said his jet was at the airport, and that if I wanted, I could fly there in it. I accepted the offer, as Lana handed me a set of clothes to wear. She had slept in the hotel, having gotten tired of waiting for me.

I woke May, telling her to remain naked and stained. I would walk her downstairs this way and she would bath in my limo's jacuzzi, where I had a bathing suit for her to where to the coming festivities.
 
Zoe smiled at the slave, enjoying the feeling of Lou's fingers on her panties. "I like Jazz. I don't think I have a Jazz on the island. Yes, Jazz will be fine." Zoe slowly pulled her fingers up and put them in front of Jazz's face. "Well, Jazz?" Jazz looked at Zoe for a second, and then licked her fingers clean. "Thankyou. And tidy yourself up a bit when we get on the flight. There is a small room with a closet - you may choose an outfit from there. Then you will be led to your room for the flight. I will visit you at some point during it, but there are plenty of things to keep you entertained until you do." Zoe smiled at the driver as he opened the door for her. "Lou, you're girls can join her if you don't mind." She stopped and looked passed Lou, back into the limo. "And Jazz, I expect you to read the folder about your duties while on the flight - that will be in your room as well." Zoe smiled slightly and put on her sun glasses. She felt Lou"s hand lightly land on her waist, as they walked to the jet.
 
As he and Zoe walk he talks with her. 'I was thinking about releasing my girls soon, just too many for me now adays and besides I've learned I like the wilderness better than the city. I actually bought the farm I grew up on from the bank, but I think my girls would be more happier on your isle, all of them are well behaved yet display the qualities you desire. They each have their own personalities and show it every day, many times I laugh at their displays because they reminded me of my younger sister.' As they speaks his hand cups her firm young ass giving a gentle squeeze, kissing her neck.
 
IC:: Jazz

I wasn't sure what Miss Hanson wanted me to do when she put her fingers up to my mouth, but finally I figured it out tasting my own juices on her fingers turned me on more then I was willing to admit. Then being told to straighten myself up so we could go to the plane I slid back on the coat and settled down as best as I could. Waiting for the ride to our destination to finish. Listening to Miss Hanson and the man she was with talk, I learned alot about where I was going to live for the time being. I didn't look at him much, but I knew he was one of them bidding on me at the auction. Once we got to the plane I was shown to a surprisingly nice room, it wasn't big but hey its a plane, what could anyone exspect? Going to the clothing closet, I pulled out a rather nice outfit, the pants were of a burgandy color that tied around my slim waist, and around my shapely ankles, and a off the shoulder peasant blouse just a little lighter in color to go with it. There was no bra and panties to be found, so I made do with none. Sitting down in a comfortable chair, I found the folder Miss Hanson had told me about, and started reading the contents. What is exspected of a Sex Slave, Rules of the Island, Guest, & alot of other information to learn. After reading for awhile, the hum of the plane's engine got to me, {it had been a long day} so I let myself relax enough to nap a little, knowing that Miss Hanson was still going to come and visit. I had the feeling I would learn more before it was over.
 
We walk out of the elevator, and all eyes are on me. I'm naked and covered with cum, a leash on my neck. Tears of shame and humiliation come to my eyes, and I bend my head. I wish my Master didn't feel it necesary for me to go through this. Why didn't he tell me to wake up early if he wanted to go anywhere? So I would have had time to shower and wash my hair, and be representable. But who am I to question my Master's actions?

Lana is pulling at the leash, telling me to hurry up. My master is talking to some people, other guests and employees. They're all staring at me, looking at my small tits that hardly bounce as I walk behind Lana, my shaved pussy, still red and raw from last night's fucking, and all the cum that is in my long black hair and drying on my body. I know I must smell an awful kind of stink: stale sweat and sex. I feel so ashamed.........
 
Guilt...

I tried not to look at MayHua. I was a coward. I was so afraid of falling in love with my slave that I put her through this abuse in order to distance myself from her. Lana seemed to be enjoying it, as she pulled her along gleefully. I knew she was jealous of MayHua. Lana was jealous of all the women in my life, since I never showed any emotional attachment to her. She whispered in my ear, "Guess the chink's nothing compared to me." I pushed her aside angrily, dismissing her comment.

When we arrived at the limo, she was silent as she opened the door. I gestured for May Hua to enter first, giving Lana a stern look as I followed behind. She took the wheel without another word.

MayHua was still crying as we sat in the limo. I had turned up the jacuzzi for her, but she was reluctant to enter it. I was saddened, and it showed on my face.

"Are you angry at me?" I asked. She looked out the window, trying not to sob. How could I tell her that I loved her? This was not the place for her. Not with me. I had given up love long ago in exchange for wealth and power, and yet, I was still empty, and I wanted my slave to fill me. I didn't apologize, nor did I tell her I loved her. My hand went to her face, and I pulled her close. I could sense that she did not want to hold me, but her emotions and her bond to me as slave dominated her.

"I am sorry, Master, if I did not please you", she sobbed. "I am so sorry. I will do whatever you wish. Please don't hurt me."

Her naked body shook in my arms. I held her like a child to me. "I won't hurt you MayHua", I responded in a broken voice. I promise never again." I meant that.

I layed her in the jacuzzi, and began washing her hair with a fragrant shampoo. "Lilac", I said, "for my pretty flower." She had stopped crying, but the sadness had not left her face. I removed her collar, and rolled down the window. She smiled slightly as I threw it out. I said nothing of it, but she seemed to understand. I began to slowly massage her neck, relaxing her.

I told her all about my friend's private jet, and Zoe's island. It seemed to excite her. I kissed her affectionately, but she still seemed a bit apprehensive about me. I took off my clothes and jumped in with her, our legs rubbing against each other under the hot water. I smiled at her. She held back, but she wanted to smile back. I lifted her leg on my shoulder and began to rub and massage it. She enjoyed it, and she seemed to be taking a bit of control of me as she remained emotionless, as if commanding me to make her happy again. I sat up on the edge of the jacuzzi and decided she deserved a show. My hard cock stood tall as I took it in my hand, asking her to give me some encouragement. She began playing with her breasts as I stroked myself. I was greatly enjoying it, and so was she watching mein a daze as I whacked rythmically. She reached over to cup balls, and with her free hand she squeezed the base of my rod. She licked and sucked her lips at my lustful face, monitoring my actions. I jerked and jerked, and when she sensed I was about to cum, she squeezed the base to hold my orgasm. I strained to let it out, but she just held me there. Teasingly, she began sucking my cock, never letting go, massaging with her mouth. I needed to cum bad, so much so that I even whimpered a bit, but she just squeezed tight, and I felt my testes swell with their load and I reached for them in pain. She tapped my hand away. "I will take care of you when you are ready", she said.

She wanted me to beg her for release. This was her revenge. I kept quiet, but the pain was just too great, and I was shaking as I told her, "Please MayHua...I am sorry."

She smiled as she let go and began jacking me off furiously. The sensations of pain and pleasure combined were intense. I knew the orgasm would be amazing and I grunted loudly, surely loud enough for Lana to hear, as I shot loads of sticky sum into the jacuzzi.

MayHua returned to her side of the hot tub and watched me quietly as I panted. It wasn't long before we reached the airatrip and met with Gregory. He was stunned by MayHua's beauty. I had provided her with a Gucci bathing suit. She wore a 2 piece black bathing suit held with solid gold rings, and a sheer black wrap skirt and black heel.

"To the plane", I ordered with a smile. Lana followed us, a bit perturbed.
 
Back at the auction

Jhon Michaels sat in the back and watched the next slave be brought out. She had blonde, flowing hair, 34 DD breasts, a tight pussy, a bouncy ass, and a beautiful face. The perfect woman, he thought. The slave master wanted $100 for her." $60,000", John said."Going once, going twice,..."
 
I know now my Master is not mad at me, the way he acted in the jacuzzi. I still don't understand him though. One minute he's so nice and seems to really like me, and the next he humiliates me so thoroughly, as if I'm not human, worthy of compassion.

I am now fully clothed again, but in a very sexy way. The black two piece bathing suit is just the right size, it clings to my body like a second skin. The solid gold rings are a gift to me, he said, whispering into my ear. "I want you to have them, they're real 18K gold. But I don't want that bitch Lana to know. She is becoming too jealous for her own good."

Of course I wear no underwear. The black wrap-around skirt is sheer and clingy, too, and reaches to mid-calf. A pair of black heels complete my outfit.


Into the plane we get, and Master tells the pilot to take off for the famous island resort.
 
Zoe walked around the main area of the jet, smiling at various girls and a couple of men who were obviously slaves. They said hi, but in a way which made them sound meek - and they didn't look into her eyes. Zoe sighed, it had been in a week since she had been on her island, and she missed it a lot. She had spent almost a half million dollars on 9 to show for it. She had gave them the exact same introduction as she had gave Jazz, and most were adjusting quite well - but there were others who just didn't understand that she *didn't* want them to act like slaves when they were around her. Jazz seemed to be adjusting - but she didn't know if she would be the same on the island.
"Lou, have a seat. It's about a five hour flight - you may aswell get comfortable." She smiled at him and let her hair out of it's clip. "I have some business to attend to, but I'll be back in a while and then we can get to know each other properly." She picked up a small suitcase which was lying in the chair next to him, and headed in the direction of the bedroom that Jazz was in. She slowly turned around and headed back to Lou. She smiled wickedly at him. "I don't suppose you'd like to come and help me out, would you?"
Lou smiled slowly and followed her to the bedroom. Zoe opened the door slowly, and smiled at Jazz's sleeping figure, spread out on the bed. She silently put the case down on the floor and opened it, revealing an array of sex toys. She pulled some long pieces of silk from the corner pocket and stood up, handing them to Lou. He opened his mouth to speak, but she placed a finger over his lips. She slowly began to pull down her pants to reveal a black silk thong, and a tight tanned butt and thighs. She lifted her top and pulled it over her silk clad 34C's. She smiled at Lou, and took the silk from his hands. She moved towards him and moved his face down towards her. "Could you hold her down for me if she struggles?" Lou nodded silently.
Zoe walked towards Jazz's outstreched hand and tied one of the four pieces of silk from her hand to the bedpost. Zoe noticed Jazz beginning to wake up, and quickly got on the bed and stradled her, tying her other hand up. She threw the other pieces at Lou, and smiled. "Could you do her legs?"
Jazz, waking up, realised what was going on. She opened her mouth to scream, forgetting where she was. Zoe quickly clapped her hand over her mouth.
"Do you know many people come to my island and want to live out rape fantasies?" Zoe watched Jazz's head shake. "A lot. Mostly men, and some women. Don't get me wrong - there are a lot of other wierd and wonderful ideas that the guests will come up with to put you through. This is a fairly tame one. I just want to see how well you reacted to it, to see what you can handle." Zoe let her hand drop. "Some of the slaves have cried at the thought of giving head. Some are so wild that only the most imaginative of sexual ideas can get them off. I need to find out where you fit in." She smiled softly and ran her fingernails down Jazz's neck and along the edge of her top. Suddenly she yanked it down, and her fingernails traced around her nipples. She looked at Jazz's face and smiled. "I'm sure you'll enjoy this."
 
He disappeared out the door for a moment, wrote something quick down on his laptop that was on board and printed it out. Smirking at his slaves who were fully enjoying themselves, by grabbing the nearest male slave and riding their throbbing organs to orgasm. His one slave he had since he was 18, my word has it been 3 years already? he thought, was enjoying herself completely, both her anal and vaginal passage filled by two male slaves organs. He smiled and walked back into the room w/ Zoe and Jazz. Placing the form down on a table and leans against the wall watching this display. Steps forward and cups Zoe's breasts in his hands gently, pinching her nipples through her bra.
 
"Sold" John walked up to take his new slave. He greeted her and told her not to call him master but to call him John, she told him her name was Jessica. He took her to his limo and told her that he had two types of servants, sex and house. He told her that they got to choose. She told him in one simple word,"Sex".
 
IC:: Jazz

I wanted to scream at first, then I realized who was holding me down. I didn't struggle, I figured that the best way to be a good slave was to give in and enjoy what was going to happen. I didn't think that Miss Hanson would pay that much out for a sex slave and then hurt it so here I was waiting with a touch of excitement. Feeling the ties go around my wrist scared me a little and then my ankles scared me even more so that I almost forgot that I wasn't going to fight. Then Miss Hanson started telling me about what all things happen on her island and I calmed down again. Finally she lowered her hand from my mouth, and ran her fingernails down my neck to the top of my blouse giving it a quick yank she pulled it down my chest to expose my breasts showing the nipples already hardening waiting to be touched. I moan softly as she runs her nails along my nipples playing with them and making them harder still. Then I catch sight of Mr. Lou and tighten up a little bit but then relax as he comes over to the bed and grabs my breast in his hands and pinching them and squeezing them making me moan louder still, lifting up to meet both sets of hands. Feeling the juices start to flow in my hot pussy, I squrim a little enjoying the feeling.
 
Zoe smiled as she seen a hint of enjoyment in Jazz's eyes. She looked down at the back of Lou's head and lazily climbed off of her. Lou stood up - one eyebrow raised questioningly. Zoe looked at Jazz thoughtfully, one hand on hip, and walked back to her suitcase - reavealing another piece of material, this one slightly thicker. She held it up to her eyes, making sure it wasn't see-through. She walked back over to Jazz and tied it around her head. She stood back for a moment, pondering where to start. She looked at Jazz's outfit, and shook her head. "I don't know why she got so dressed up - I only meant for her to find a bra and panties to put on." Zoe grinned at Lou. "Makes it more fun to take off I guess." Zoe looked at Jazz's gorgeous body laid out on the bed. Her smooth white breasts were being held up quite nicely by the elastic in her top. Her long legs almost reached to the end of the bed', and her pants enhanced the tiny waist that she had. Zoe smiled. She reached down to her bag and pulled out a pair of scissors and looked at the pants. She had spent a lot of money on them, but it didn't bother her. She reached over to her ankles and slid the blade up to the top of the flimsy pants. She did the same with the other leg, and smiled as she snipped the last bit of material, seeing a damp patch in the crotch of the pants. She pulled them away and reached for Jazz's top, snipping that off of her as well.
Eventually, Jazz was lying naked on the bed. Zoe straddled her now naked body and ran her hands over her smooth waist and creamy breasts. She leaned over and took each nipple in turn into her mouth, sucking and licking them gently. Her hands reached under her and found Jazz's clit, and began rubbing gently on it with her thumb. She began to work two fingers into her and as she finger fucked her, she slowly slid onto her side and rested her head into her free hand.
She looked at Lou for the first time since she had began undressing Jazz and smiled sweetly. "Want a turn?"
 
John took Jeniffer out to his huge mansion. He took her to his room and asked her if she wanted it. She said yes. He took off his clothes as she did hers. She put her mouth over his enormous cock. Her tongue swirled over the head as he thrusted with his hips, then he pushed his raging manhood deep into her throat. All she could was help out by licking the sides. Then just as he was about to come he pulled out his dick and shoved it all the way into her luscious pussy. There he banged her for a few minutes and shot his load. Then he got down and licked his own cum, and took some into his mouth. Then he got up to Jennifer, who was now panting with lust and want, and kissed her on the mouth, the both opened their lips and his cum rushed in. She swalloed it all greedily.
 
IC::Jazz

As Miss Hanson put the blind fold on me my understanding of what was to come began to dawn on me, and I wanted more of it. Feeling the bed move as someone strattled my body I could tell there was no manhood there so it had to be Miss Hanson, squirming around a bit I hoped maybe to arouse her with my body. As I felt her hands move over my now naked body, I moan with pleasure. As she found my dripping pussy with her fingers I begin to thrust upwards as far as my bonds will allow me to match, pace with her. I hear her ask Mr. Lou if he would like a turn a I just moan more enjoying the pleasures that is being given to my body.
 
Walks over to Zoe and kisses her tasting Jazz's juices on her lips 'of course' Leans down between Jazz's legs and finds her clit, sucks it into his mouth softly, licking and nibbling her clit, but not at the same time giving her twice as much pleasure. His fingers brush lightly over her pussy lips, teasing her, then slides 1 finger into her. Slides the finger in and out. Then adds 2 more fingers into her well lubricated pussy. As he enjoys giving her this pleasure he stares at Zoe staring at her.
 
Pilot to Co-pilot...

OOC: Enter Gregory...

IC:
Gregory was a lot less mysterious than Malthus. He was a 22-year-old techie whose software company had gotten too lucky for his own good. Now, with more money than he could even dream, he was a flamboyant upstart and hedonist. He wasn't ugly, but he certainly wasn't as socially graceful as his friend, or as well-built. Yet, he was never at a loss for dates, being so rich.

But if there was one woman that Gregory wanted more than anyone else, it was his friend's sexy right hand bombshell Lana. He had pleaded with her dozens of times to work for him instead, offering more money and such, but she always denied him. She knew he wanted her, and liked to tease him, as it got her nice presents. However, although she would never admit it, sometimes not even to herself, Lana was desperately in love with Malthus. So much so, that she would satisfy him on his lonely nights, despite his emotional detchment from her.

Today, Gregory would have the time of his life, as he graciously offered his co-pilot seat to her on this long trip to Zoe's Island. Malthus and MayHua sipped champagne in the passenger cabin of the luxury jet, awaiting take off.

"You're not getting jealous, are you sexy?" asked Gregory slyly, fully aware of Lana's feelings for her employer.

"Shut up", she replied coldly, as she took the co-pilot controls.

"Just checking, sweetheart. No need to be a bitch."

"There's always a need to be a bitch. Always."

"Hell, it's not like it doesn't turn me on. I heard you like to dominate. Is it true?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Hey, I'm just trying to make conversation. We might as well have some fun on this trip, unless you want to be all pouty and sad. I don't think that suits you."

With one last look back at the oh-so-happy couple, Lana replied, "You're right Greg. You're right."

Greg just smiled as the plane rolled faster and faster, until it lifted off gently.

"We can go into detail once we reach a safe altitude for auto-pilot", said Gregory, his eyes scanning Lana's voluptuous body.

"God you look sexy in that black uniform! Even wth the chauffer's hat still on!"

"I know."

[Edited by gypsyprince on 08-08-2000 at 12:41 PM]
 
(oocly wondering fi they would mind her tossing some char in here)

(still ooc) hey... gypsyprince... you ravnos? *grins*
 
The more the merrier...

OOC:

AC and I are ok with it. (Ravnos? Sorry...Lost you there. I'm only gypsy waaaaaaaaay way back in the lineage. Today I am just a Hispanic.)

So I guess AC as Lana and you as your character would be fine. On with the show!
 
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