Unknown - The big whip-off

Also Leslie's head was filled with all the potential uses she could find for Evan. He certainly seemed to be far easier for her to get along with then Kay. And a lot less bitchy. She wasn't too sure how she'd ever be able to explain to Randel how she managed to lose Kay on an assignment though.

Hopefully Davis wouldn't be looking for an instant reply. That would also give Leslie a chance to further "road test" Evan, to see if he would really be worth making a trade over. But if his cock was as big as she thought it was, well…

His tongue found her clit once more. This time she did cum.

With a gush!

The words came to her as in a dream, as Davis offered Leslie and Evan the use of one of the many guest rooms. She didn't think she'd be able to get much more in the way of information out of her host tonight. One glance around the room told her that things were quickly turning into no more than a high class, kinky orgy.

It was getting harder to tell the difference between slaves and owners as everyone seemed to be loosing their clothes at an amazing rate. Watching all that writhing, lustful bare flesh thrashing around only made Leslie want to try Evan out all the more.

Using all the concentration she could muster, she happily accepted Davis' kind offer. He assured her that her slave would be well looked after, and it took Leslie a second before she remembered about Kay. Davis went on, telling her to talk to Ilisa about what room to use.

The prize blonde slave was still sucking on the billionaire's cock, but she did take her hands away from his shaft long enough to hold her fingers up. Her head was still bobbing up and down as she signaled to Leslie the room number.

Leslie got Evan to his feet and reached into the tiny G-string he wore. Using his cock as a handle as she lead him through the crowd, and up to their room.

The room was large, comfortable and offered them everything a couple in heat could ever think of using. Evan lost no time in helping Leslie out of her dress. Caressing her every curve with his fingers and lips.

Yes, she thought, a girl could get to like living like this.

Leslie couldn't believe how good she felt the following morning. Not that she had slept much. Slowly, like a cat lounging in the sun, she stretched herself out. Taking up as much room as she possibly could in a bed you could literally get lost in.

Evan had proved to be every bit as good as she could have hoped for.

So had Eric!

Starting the evening out with Evan had been wonderful. He had proved to be a very caring and gentle lover. The fact that his cock was as thick as her wrist and as long as her arm once he'd jammed it home, had gone a long way to endear him to her.

And that wasn't counting the numerous times he'd swabbed her pussy clean with his tongue.

He'd done all he possibly could to make her a happy woman. Making it all the sadder when even the astounding endurance of his powerful body ground to a halt.

Leslie didn't have long to worry about it. Not five minutes after Evan had made his apologetic exit, another hulking young stud was knocking at her door. Eric turned out to be just as beautiful to look at. Thick slabs of muscle formed armor around his tall body. His cock didn't turn out to be quite as large as Evan's and his style of lovemaking was far different as well.

Evan had been thoroughly domesticated, ready to follow any command or suggestion made. Taking just as long as needed to make his Mistress happy. Wringing every possible orgasm from her before using up every bit of his energy.

Eric could be better described as a wild animal. Waiting, daring Leslie to tame him. Threatening to tame her if she wasn't careful. Going about it by battering her pussy into submission.

There was no tenderness or gentility to what he did. Eric was a throw 'em down and slam it to 'em sort. Were Evan had used the time between his orgasms to lick Leslie to heaven, letting his oral skills fill the intermissions, Eric's cock never seemed to tire. He was like a machine with the way he pumped that monster sized cock of his in and out of her.

Never seeming to be able to get enough of the brunette. Only taking out enough time to turn or fold Leslie into another position, then coming right back at her. Each time felt as if he had more vigor then before.

Their couplings grew more energetic as they learned about each others likes and soft spots. There wasn't a corner of the room, or a piece of furniture they didn't use in some way as they went at each other. The only reason they didn't do it hanging from the chandelier was because the fixture quickly acted as if it were about to pull loose from the ceiling.

Even when the young stud did blast off a load, it didn't do much to slow him down. His cock didn't go limp. If anything it wilted only slightly from it's full blown erection for a few seconds, but once it felt motion inside Leslie's cunt again, it roared right back to life.

Slamming and battering away at Leslie's insides until the early hours of the morning.

With all of his energetic screwing, Leslie couldn't help wonder how many dominants he had conquered. How many women had come into a room like this thinking they were going to use him for a sex toy, only to find themselves groveling at his feet instead? How many had then made fabulous offers to buy this stud away from Davis' stable?

Those and many other questions flittered through her head as Leslie took everything the stud slave had.

All and more!

Draining his cock until it hung limp between his legs. Then Leslie went into an act of her own. Taunting and teasing the man until he was sorry he couldn't convince his organ to rear up one more time. By morning light, he was the one begging. Won over completely by her beauty and talents.

Eric promised his new Mistress a galaxy of stunning orgasms, twenty-four hour stud service beyond anything she had ever encountered, if only she'd take him with her when she left.

Eric knew when he had met his match.

And he wanted more of what Leslie could do with him!

Making her smile all the more when she sent him off packing. She was really starting to get into this dominant lifestyle. Ordering people around wasn't all that bad a thing. Especially when they deserved a little kick in the ego, like Eric did.

It had meant something special to her being able to send him away. Ordering him to send back another slave to take care of the needs he hadn't been able to satisfy by himself.

Leaving Leslie to lay back, picturing in her mind what the next sex stud might be like when the knock came to her door.

"Come in. I've been expecting you."

"I fucking doubt it!" Kay yelled as she stomped into the huge bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

The usually beautiful redhead looked more like an angry zebra where the color had gone wrong. Kay's skin was nicely tan. Giving extra contrast to her red hair, making the color stand out all the more rich and fiery.

Now it did the same for the red marks covering her body.

A body with was completely on display. Somewhere along the way she seemed to have lost what little she had to wear to begin with. The only thing she wore at the moment were the leather straps at her ankles, elbows, wrists and neck. Shiny black leather which matched that of her outrageously high heeled shoes.

"Kay! So… nice to see you."

"Yeah? I can just bet. Let's see if you feel the same after I put a few whip marks on your hide!"

"I'm sorry you're taking it all this way."

"Well I'm… What? How else am I supposed to feel?"

"Oh come on. We both know we get these missions because no one else can get the job done. So sometimes we have to go that extra distance. There was only one way we were going to get any information on both Davis and private entertainment he provides, that's why we're here," Leslie said as sweetly and even voiced as if she were addressing a Sunday school class.