A GOR-y Halloween Party

He looked over at Alice. "Come on baby. I didn't do anything that everyone else wasn't doing. I don't imagine you've been an angel tonight."

"Nobody has touched me like you touched her. Not once," she told him. "When I set the boundaries, everybody listened."

"Jesus, all I did was feel her up a bit. People were doing more than that in front of everybody during the dance contest," he whined.

"She said NO! Don't you get it? And hitting Raul? Jesus, Greg!" Alice yelled.

"I know. I shouldn't have hit him, I just wanted what everyone else was getting."

"What about Sheila, your own slave?" Michelle asked.

He shook his head. "She wouldn't do anything either. Told me she'd take off her collar if I touched her between the legs again."

"And you stopped?"

"Well yeah. She was serious. She wasn't teasing me."

Amanda spoke up, "I wasn't teasing you Greg. I didn't complain when you groped my tits and ass. But I didn't lead you on."

"But you were like a real slave, not playing at it. Obedient. Submissive. Don't tell me you weren't getting horny. I felt how wet you were."

Alice slapped him again. "Stop! Now apologize to her. She didn't ask for it. She told you when to stop. You just couldn't leave well enough alone. Jesus Greg! You were allowed to feel up Amanda. AMANDA! Why couldn't you be happy enough with that."

He had that angry look again. "Right. That asshole gets to buy my wife AND her sister, and do whatever he wants with them, but I can't touch his?"

Alice screamed out in frustration. "I TOLD YOU, he didn't! He wanted to, and I said no. See that silk? It's white. It means hands off. He gave that to me. He asked, I said no, end of story."

"What about Marie? I saw how she was with him," he argued.

"You're not married to Marie, now, are you? What she does is none of your damned business."

Michelle intervened. "Looks like this is going nowhere. I think I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Sorry Alice."

Greg sat up. "No. I mean, you don't have to do that." He looked over at us. "I'm sorry Amanda. I should have stopped when you said no." Then he turned to Raul. "And I'm sorry I hit you. I know I get out of control sometimes when I drink too much. I should have stopped hours ago. Too much going on around here for me to be boozing."

He looked at his wife. "I'm sorry I messed things up, baby. I really am. I'm glad you didn't do anything. I shouldn't get so jealous."

Finally he turned back to Michelle. "I'll be your slave, Mistress. But can I have some Tylenol first? My head and ribs are killing me. I can't even see straight. And maybe loosen my wrists? I can't feel my fingers."

Michelle looked over at Amanda, as did Alice, hopefully. "Amanda?"

Alice looked pitiful. "Please," she begged softly.

Amanda sighed. "Tie him up good. If I find him running loose, I'm going to kick his balls all the way to the ocean. One at a time."

Chapter 6: The Party Must Go On.

Things were almost back to normal after that. Dranei Sheila was freed from her Master, but they only put her back on the auction block again, and she was bought up by Elliot. I could have bought her, but I had too many women to take care of as is. Although those big blue tits of hers were awfully tempting. There was that mother/daughter thing, too.

Raul and John were stripped of their slave, even though Raul had tried to help. She'd used the safe-word. End of story. Nobody even suggested putting her back on the block. I sold him Marie and his wife Denise, for 1000 gold. He'd made a fortune renting Amanda out.

Raul was almost groveling, apologetic for what happened to Amanda, taking the blame on himself, for not protecting her, and for the way they'd used her which he figured had a lot to do with what happened. It was difficult for me, but I told him to forget it, at least he tried, unlike this partner.

Amanda asked to stay with him a little while longer, showing him how grateful she was for him trying to help. I wanted to say no, but she looked so sad, and asked so sweetly. I gave her a big kiss, feeling her melt against me. "Not too long, Ok?"

"I promise. I'll be back to you soon."

Greg was dressed in leather shorts, handcuffs, ankle manacles, with a leash and collar. He followed Michelle around like a dog on his hands and knees and pretty much kept his nose clean, as far as I could tell. He was naked from the waist up, and his back and sides were becoming a mottled canvas of black and blue. He'd feel that for a while. I could see new marks on this back from her riding crop. She'd teach him to behave. I wouldn't want her mad at me.

I cleaned up a bit, including giving my trouser partner a good scrub down, and took a few Tylenol, readying myself for whatever might come next.

Beth found me just before we got back to the study. "Make me your slave, Master."

I smiled down at her. "I should be your slave. You saved the day, heart-breaker."

She moved close, pressing her body against mine. "Then you owe me. Collar me and use me hard. Enslave me."

I looked her in the eye. I saw her desire, and I liked it. "Kneel."

She dropped to her knees, looking up at me with big brown eyes.

"Erika, train this Kajira, please. Red silk."

"Yes Master. She's a sexy one."

"Isn't she?" As cute and desirable as she was, I had some other things to deal with before spending quality time with her. "When you're done with her, give her to Master Troy to break in."

"Yes Master."

"Master..." I heard Beth whine.

"Silence slave," Erika snapped at her. "Don't make the training more difficult than it has to be."

I turned away from her, searching out Teri. Instead I found Alice. Looking at her I couldn't help but think about her husband and what he'd done. She stepped back when she saw my face. "Master? May this girl beg a favor?"

She looked anxious. I couldn't hold Greg's actions against her. I tried to calm myself, taking a deep breath. "You may."

"Will Master come with me? Please? I need to show him something."

Looks like Teri would have to wait. "Alright, Kajira. You've peaked my interest."

She took me by the hand and led me upstairs. We walked to the end of the hall, where she pulled out a key, unlocking the door. I looked at it curiously, and she gave me a shy little smile. "Michelle let me use it."

I followed her into the media room, and she closed the door behind us, locking it.

"Take me, Master. Use me. Punish me. Do whatever you want with me. But please, keep it between us."

"You are white silk. By your own decision," I reminded her.

"You shouldn't have let me choose. I'm your slave. I'm here to serve you completely. My white silk is gone, dirtied, outside on the floor of a tent. I am no silk now. Make of me what you will."

I suspected she was doing it to get back at her husband, but that was fine by me.

"Strip." I commanded, harshly.

She removed all of her clothing, down to her shoes, and stood delightfully naked, trembling.

I untied my waist belt, and threw my wrap aside. "Nadu, Kajira."

She got to her knees.

"Slave lips."

She leaned forward, pressing her lips together. I moved in front of her, pressing my cock head to those generous lips. She opened her mouth, and sucked me to hardness.

I was happy to let her.

I let her suck me quite a while, making her work for it. I held her head and fucked her face, until she gagged. "Who's slave are you?"

She gasped, "Yours Master, only yours. Alice is your red silk slave."

I held her head, and fucked her mouth, pulling her hard against me, forcing my cock down her throat. I held her several long seconds, while her hands clenched in fists against my hips. Would she push me away?

Her eyes were watering, and her face flushed red. Instead of pulling away from me, she pushed forward, gurgling, fighting to take me even deeper.

I pulled out, and she coughed, drool dripping from her mouth. She looked up at me, grabbed my cock fiercely and took me to the root again. She eased back, trying it a couple of more times until she found a rhythm, deep-throating me like nobody had ever done before.

She was incredible. Denise had been good, but this girl put her to shame.

I had to stop her or she'd make me come. Maybe three minutes all told. She was that talented.

I backed off her divine mouth. "Sula, Kajira."

She dropped to her back, legs open, bent at the knee. "Hands over your head." She obeyed quickly.

I reached between her legs, thrusting my fingers roughly inside of her. "You are white silk no longer," I told her.

"Yes Master."

I finger fucked her hard, two fingers, pushing deep into her. With my other hand I squeezed her breasts and pulled on her nipples. I had her writhing in no time at all. "You will come for me, but only when I say so."

"Yes Master," she gasped.

I abused her pussy, squeezing, fingering, pounding into her. I watched her need rise within her, feeling her wetness. Hearing it. Smelling it. On and on I went, until she was squirming out of control.

"Please, Master," she moaned.

"What, slave girl?"

"Let me come," she begged.

"No." I leaned over her, my hand merciless, lifting her hips off the ground, grinding into her. I pinched her nipple hard, making her cry out.

"Master!" she begged.

"Not yet."

She was throwing her head from side to side, "Please, please, oh please," she gasped.

I moved between her legs, my arm tiring from the exertion of manhandling her. "Beg for it, slave."

"I'm begging," she gasped, "I beg you, let me come Master."

"Come for me."

She cried out, her whole body tensing up. I saw the muscles of her stomach contracting hard, and felt her pussy clutching at my fingers. As she was coming off the crest of her orgasm, I withdrew my fingers and slammed my cock into her.

She screamed out, bucking under me, her legs shaking out of control. I grabbed them roughly and pushed them back against her chest. I leaned over and fucked her hard, pounding her pussy into the carpet.

Her mouth was wide open, head pressed back, and I could feel the spasm of her channel squeezing me. It went on and on, as she came in terrible waves, each one wracking her body. I moved back, changing the angle so each long thrust would rub against the front of her pussy, targeting her g-spot.

The torrent of orgasms continued, with only a few sparse seconds of rest in between. "Master!" she cried.

"Kajira," I reminded her, reaching down and slapping the top of her pussy.

"Too much," she gasped, moments before another enveloped her.

"Beautiful slave," I told her, grabbing her hips, and pounding her as hard and fast as possible.

She cried out, and her juices sprayed forth, showering me. She soaked me in her cum, squirting again while her body trembled out of control.

I pulled out of her, and moved my cock down an inch, pressing into her ass. With one hard push I entered her, forcing myself half way inside, making her shudder, then scream. I gave her a few long deep strokes, surprised at how readily she took me. I leaned over her, her feet on my shoulders. Her legs slid down my arms, trapped at my elbows, while my face descended onto hers for a deep kiss.

"Who owns you?" I asked her, my cock sliding into her ass repeatedly.

Her eyes were open wide, nose flaring. "You, Master. Now and always. Yours to use. Wherever, whenever, Master."

"Are you done coming for me?" I asked.

"No Master. I can't stop. Don't make me stop."

"Your ass is tight, my pretty slave."

"Tell me," she gasped.

"Tell you? Tell you how delicious your tight asshole is? How my little slut of a slave is milking me with her filthy butt-hole? Should I tell Kajira how I'm going to flood her ass, fill her with so much cum she'll be dripping all night long. You are a nasty slave-slut, aren't you?"

"Yours Master," she moaned. "Your slave. Your filthy slut slave."

"That's right. My slave. To do with whatever I please. I could take you down and fuck your ass on the platform, couldn't I? And you'd only beg for more."

"Master," she whimpered.

"Every hole of yours is exquisite. After I come in your ass, I'm going to use that nasty mouth of yours. I have to use it again. Nobody has ever sucked me as deeply as you. I love your nasty cock-sucking mouth, slut-slave."

"Master!" she cried out, coming hard on my cock, her ass clenching me like a fist. I forced my cock into her, fucking her through her orgasm.

I was feeling strong, and not ready to finish yet, having overcome that early urge. Anger was a wonderful thing.

I flipped her over onto her belly, like a rag doll, positioning her how I wanted. I had her legs open wide and spread her soft cheeks, peeking down at her nasty little butt-hole she'd offered up so generously.

She was still open, and accepted my cock readily. The feeling was perfect, I was comfortable in the saddle, my cock was rock hard, and her tightness was the perfect amount needed to keep me going.

I'd never been with such a multi-orgasmic woman. She was still coming for me, every minute or so, groaning the same erotic sound, before gasping her way out of it. I loved her ass, kept hidden throughout the party by those shredded shorts. Now it was mine. She was mine.

At first she'd lifted her hips to me, pushing back, but after a few minutes she was lying helpless beneath me, letting me use her freely. I pulled her legs together, straddling her and rode her ass cruelly, forcing grunts and groans from her.

I tried to talk to her, but she was completely out of it, barely groaning, except for the moaned 'aaaah', each time she came for me. I grabbed her ass cheeks in my hands, squeezing painfully hard, leaving deep red marks where I held her. I stopped the rhythmic fucking, and slammed single strokes into her, pushing her along the floor.

I could finally feel myself peaking, and jack-hammered her. "F-f-f-FUCK!" she screamed, moments before I unloaded in her unbelievable ass.

I leaned over and nuzzled her neck, but she was barely conscious, unresponsive. I sat up and nudged my cock in and out of her, gently, massaging her butt and lower back, playing inside her butt-hole, reluctant to pull out of her and end this incredible session of sex. I stayed hard enough to move within her, and couldn't keep my eyes off that perfect butt, filled with my fat cock.

Long slow strokes did it for me, stiffening me, giving me the perfect view. My long shaft slowly disappearing inside of her. I was hard enough to pull all the way out, before sliding back inside of her. So incredibly good, long slow strokes, into that tight ass, completely at my disposal.

I heard her moan, and it brought a smile to my lips. "Are you back with me, Kajira?"

"God," she groaned. "Didn't you come?" she moaned, while my cock pierced her for my entire length, repeatedly.

"Deliciously. I love your tight little ass, slut-slave."

She moaned, "Your slut-slave loves her Master. Use Alice, Master."

My knees were hurting, and as much as I enjoyed being in her ass, I was just playing now. I thrust my cock all the way inside of her, then leaned over, kissing her shoulder. I kept my cock buried in her, while I showered her with affection, sliding my hands underneath her and squeezing her tits. "Kajira Alice is amazing. Master could fuck you all day and all night, and never tire of you."

I was determined to make her mine. It was an evil thing. As good as she was, I knew it had even more to do with who's wife she was. I would take her from him. Make her mine.

"Alice is glad she gives you pleasure."

I pulled out of her, as difficult as it was to do. "We should join the others," I told her.

I sat on the couch, and she rolled over, groaning. I looked down at her, and was momentarily shamed, seeing how red her hips, thighs and tits were, from being driven into the carpet so powerfully.

"You've ruined me, Master." she pouted. "You've ruined me for all others."

"I doubt that. You were perfection, absolute perfection. And you will be again."

She scrambled to her knees, then crawled over to me, her open mouth seeking out my cock. "Is Alice still your slut-slave, Master?"

She took my messy cock into her mouth, sucking me nastily.

"As if I could ever let you go," I teased, stroking her hair.

She was sucking sloppily, keeping my erection going. She pulled her head away momentarily. "Master was going to trade me earlier," she teased.

"Master was wrong. He didn't know what he had," I admitted. "Master should never have let you wear the white."

She took me deep in her throat, and I leaned back to get a better view. Fuck. And to think, I almost missed out on this. She was playful, enjoying her capability to amaze me. I moaned loudly and often, before I had to stop it.

I pushed her off my cock, and brought her up to my lap. She mounted me, settling down deeply. Slave Alice leaned against my chest. "Hold me, Master?"

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. She felt wonderful. She sat still, enveloped in my arms, basking in the attention and adoration. I worked my PC, staying hard, flexing inside of her for fun. She tilted her face up, offering me her lips. Those naughty cock-sucking lips.

I kissed her. Long, slow and deeply, enjoying her. Taking her with my mouth, possessing her. I held her fabulous rear in my hands, easing my cock in and out of her burning pussy, while our kiss went on and on. She whimpered softly, her mouth going slack.

"Come for me, Alice," I whispered, sliding a finger into her butt, while she gently rode my cock.

She trembled in my arms, gasping, and I held her close. "You're so beautiful like that, you come so easily. It drives me crazy."

She leaned back, driving her hips down to take me fully. Looking up, she smiled. "I've never come like this before. Your every touch burns. You have tamed me Master. You own me completely."

I gave her a small kiss. "It's time to go back," I told her.

She sighed, "I wish it never had to end. This has been wonderful."

"Does it end when we leave this room?" I asked her.

"Only if Master doesn't want his slave any more. Alice would be Master's slave as long as he'll have her."

"And what will Alice's husband think?" I reminded her.

She had the decency to blush. "He can't know. But I can't live without this. We have to do this again."

Mission accomplished. I hugged her close. "I'll see what we can do. I won't hide it from Amanda or Teri," I told her.

"I'll take whatever you can give me. Call me whenever you want me. I'll be your slut-slave anytime you want, Master Jack."

"I'll do that. I'm going to enjoy owning you, nasty girl."

"Only for you, Master. As nasty as you want, but only for you."

I kissed her again, then swatted her lovely ass, encouraging her to climb off. She stretched erotically, then walked tentatively to the door. She opened it and peeked outside. I watched her scurry down the hall, naked, returning a few seconds later with a towel. She rubbed it between her legs for a moment, then cleaned off my cock, which sadly was wilting. He'd had a busy night, even if I'd only come twice, hours apart. I was confident he'd be back.

"Shit. Erika is going to kill me," she said, getting on her knees, and trying to clean up the puddle on the carpet we'd created.

"I've never had a woman squirt before," I said, putting my wrap back on and tying it in place.

She giggled. "I've never done that before. I mean, a couple of nice little orgasms, sure. But that was mind-blowing. Every touch was setting me off. There's never been anything like that."

She looked up at me. "Now do you understand why I can't just let this end here?" She scrubbed the floor, her cute tits swaying. "I only wanted a one-time fling. That's all. I've never cheated. Never. But I needed it tonight. I wasn't expecting this. You've ruined me."