Unknown - Her brute master

My master let me lick His scrotum before sliding His cock into my mouth and down my throat again.

I thought I could hear her laughing quietly while I was having the most trouble breathing. Usually, when she hit me, it was just a pinch or a slap, but a couple of times it felt like she had at least broken the skin if not a small bone or two. I wondered what scars, if any, she would leave.

Eventually, after she had worked me into a good sweat, she and my master traded places. She stood over my face, while He amused Himself with my genitals.

There was something white and creamy oozing out of her pussy. She stood directly over me. She held my neck with both her hands, bringing my mouth up, into contact with her privates. I recognized the taste of my master's come and licked it up eagerly.

I would have eaten her pussy anyway, and enjoyed it. Her pubic hair was luxuriously long and lustrous, deep red and sweet smelling. Her pussy tips, too, were long and full, swollen with excitement. Tasting my master's delicious musky come along with her tantalizing scent made my head spin and my body throb with excitement.

As if in response to my unspoken wish, as though He knew my mind perhaps even better than I, my master placed His hands on my thighs. I moaned a little, communicating my excitement to the beautiful woman whose name I did not know, whose pussy tasted so good in my mouth. She jammed her hips harder against my face.

My master spread my pussy lips apart with His thumbs and inserted the head of His cock into my vagina. With just a few strokes He lubricated His entire shaft and rammed it deep into my cunt. My body shook and writhed on the table.

He held onto my pussy lips with His fingers, alternately spreading them open and pinching them, sending sharp pangs of excitement through me. He knew what I wanted, He knew how to not just excite me, He knew how to satisfy me.

"Go ahead and let yourself come, my dear," He said, softly.

"Mmm, yes, if you say so, darling." She groaned and ground her pussy into my mouth.

She thought my master was speaking to her. Hah! I knew He meant me. I knew He wanted me to come with Him. He wanted to feel my warm wet pussy juice mixing with His gooey, rich come.

He built and increased my pleasure, sending wave after wave of excitement through me. I pulled on my restraints for leverage and bucked my hips up and down against Him. He jammed His cock so deep in my cunt He hurt me when He battered the top of my uterus.

"Ooohhhh, hhmmmmnnngg," I moaned into the woman's cunt.

"You want me to come, too, slut?" she asked me. "You want to drink my come, you little tramp?"

"Mm hmm," I grunted in acknowledgement. "Hmm, hmmm, hmmm," I kept on grunting. She came in my mouth at the same time as my master filled my pussy with His come. Between the two of them I don't think I could have stopped myself from coming if I had wanted to. But I didn't want to stop myself. I let myself come as much and as often as I wanted to that night and every night that I lived in my master's house.

Doctor Grant spent the next two days with my master and me in His house and His bed. She invariably treated me like dirt, enjoying inflicting pain on me and watching me writhe and squirm under her.

She was also the head of the romance language department at UCLA, that's why I called her "Doctor" and "Ma'am". I wondered why my master had brought her home with Him. What was His motive in bringing home this woman who could help me so much in my schoolwork?

I pondered that and similar questions when I was relaxing between orgasms, which wasn't often. For almost every moment of those two days Dr. Grant and my master kept me constantly busy with one or both of their private parts.

My favorite came after we were done in the pleasure room. We all took a shower together and when we were done we covered ourselves and each other with olive oil. Then the three of us lay on a plastic sheet on the floor. I squirmed around over and between the two of them, tickling and titillating them with my hands and mouth.

At one point I was upside down between them, sucking my master's beautiful penis while He nibbled on my clitoris. Dr. Grant was pressed up against my back, her pussy rubbing up against the back of my head and her breasts squashed into my back.

She was kissing and biting my ass. Her tongue left a trail of moisture circling my buttocks and up into the crack of my ass. She teased my rectum with the tip of her tongue, I came for her.

She and my master took turns licking my come juice out of my smoothly shaved cunt. Pressed between them as I was, I felt deliciously confined, as restricted as I had been on the table, but held by flesh instead of straps. I loved being trapped by their bodies with my master's cock in my mouth, like an air hose or a lifeline to the realm of the pleasures of the senses.

Later the next day, after we had all slept, rested, and cleaned ourselves, Dr. Grant climbed on top of me for some sixty-nine when my master stuck His cock up her cunt from behind. I alternated sucking her clit and licking His balls until both they and I had all come.

That night I was under the covers in bed with them, servicing first one then the other I was drifting into a deep, lazy dream of sensuality from which I never wanted to awaken.

I was forced awake, however, when Dr. Grant asked me to leave my master to go with her.

"I know what you want, and need," she said, "you'll be happy with me."

"I'd have to ask my master's permission first, Dr. Grant."

"He'll probably be glad to get rid of you, or at least be willing to lend you to me," she mused while absently playing with my breast. "We'll ask Him. I have a special treat at home that I'd like to share with you."

I shuddered in anticipation. A special treat from her would probably involve permanent scarring. The only thing that had so far kept her from seriously maiming me was the moderating influence of my master. Without Him there to restrain her she might try to use a red-hot poker for a dildoe on me. Spending time alone with her was a pastime I wished to avoid.

She hooked my rhinestone dog collar around my neck and led me downstairs to my master's study. He was at His desk, working, when she walked in unannounced, trailing me behind her on my leash.

"Darling," she began, peremptorily, "why don't you give this Jodie creature to tram for you? You'll like her so much better when I'm done."

"Give her to you?" My heart stood still. Would He give me away? He didn't sound pleased with the idea. I stole a glance at Him. His brows were knitted.

"Would you like that, Jodie dear?" He asked me.

I didn't say anything, I just looked down at my feet.

"Jodie, come to me." He patted His knee, beckoning me like a dog.

I ran to Him and knelt at His feet, resting my head on His thigh.

"Would you rather stay here, with me?" He asked, patting my head.

In response I petted and kissed His crotch, feeling His member grow rigid within His pants.

"Shall I take that for a yes, my dear?" He laughed.

"Yes, please," I said, unzipping His fly.

"Not now, my dear." He stopped my hand from undoing His pants. "Dr. Grant, you seem to have upset my employee."

"Your little tart, you mean," she sneered. "You spoil her. I could train her properly fulfill her station in life."

"I'm sorry, darling," and there was sadness in His voice, "we seem to have reached an impasse with Jodie, here."

She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. I clung, naked and trembling, to my master's knee.

"I'm sorry, my dear," He said, gently stroking my hair, "I seriously misjudged the good doctor's intensions. I had thought that a personal relationship with her might benefit your scholastic career. I fear I may have done you more harm than good. If so, we may have to find some way for me to make it up to you."