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Gina
was bored with the party, bored with her friends,and frankly, with
her life. Her job was a relative dead end and the men she dated
were almost all classified in her own mind as losers or just nonentities.
She had no difficulty attracting lovers; she was beautiful by anyone's
standards. But when they left her apartment after a night of post-dinner
sex, she was always relieved to see them go since their pitiful
attempts to please her sexually only left her aching for something
more. "So who will it be tonight," she wondered, casting about in
the crowd for a likely bed partner. She was horny, without doubt.
The scotch and the suggestive art on the walls of this New York
loft apartment had made her warm, very warm. The paintings and sketches
showed every conceivable sex act and were characterized by extreme
male dominance over his female partner. One painting, hanging in
a dark corner, showed a woman firmly secured to a framework while
one man invited another to take her from behind. Looking at it,
she felt her pussy grow wet. A voice behind Gina startled her. "You
like that one, don't you?" he said. "Yes," she admitted, somewhat
reluctantly. "It makesyou...." "Horny?" he asked. Gina nodded, a
bit embarassed that he had noticed her fascination with the picture.
"It's because they're taking what they want and she's receiving
what she needs," he said in a vaguely foreign accent. She looked
at him more closely. He was tall, muscular, with dark hair and eyes.
Without warning, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard, grasping
her ass and pressing her hips hard against him. She could feel the
bulge of his cock against her stomach. She started to protest his
failure to even ask first, but his tongue forced its way between
her lips and she decided she didn't really care. "You need a master,"
he smiled, pulling away after the long and probing kiss, "someone
who understands what you need." He pushed her gently but firmly
against the wall and cupped her large breasts in his hands, kneading
them, looking directly into her eyes as he did so. Gina felt almost
faint with pleasure at what this stranger was doing so boldly.
He lifted her skirt, yanked her panties down and thrust his fingers
into her wet pussy. The thought that someone might actually notice
what they were doing in the corner of the room made his invasion
of her body even more arousing for Gina. She knew she wanted this
man. "You need to be taken," he continued, stroking her wet lips
with one hand and squeezing a breast with the other."You need to
be used and disciplined and trained to please your master with your
body. Don't you?" He slipped three fingers into Gina's now dripping
pussy. She gasped with pleasure. She needed his cock in her. "Yes,"
she managed to whisper, a bit afraid of his game, but too aroused
to extricate herself from the spell he cast. "I want you to fuck
me now! Please! We'll go to my apartment." "I prefer my place,"
he said, smiling at her, "you have a great deal to learn, my little
slave." Gina didn't know what he meant, but she didn't really care
about the nuances of role playing. She just knew that this powerful,
handsome man, who took what he wanted insteadof asking, excited
her more than any man she'd ever met. She followed him to the rickety
elevator in a daze. When the door closed, and they started the slow
descent, he unceremoniously ripped open her blouse, popping the
buttons and released the front hook securing her bra. Her heavy
38D breasts fell out and she began to insist that they wait. But
his look warned her not to interrupt. He unfastened her skirt, letting
it fall to the floor and ripped her panties easily. She stood there,
as the elevator creaked along, wearing only her stockings and garter
belt. He fondled her breasts almost roughly. "I like these tits,"
he said. "They're like cowtits to be milked. Just then the door
opened and, to Gina's extreme embarassment, two couples stood there
gaping at her naked body. But her new friend just laughed and winked
at the men,"She couldn't wait 'til we got home, wanted me to do
her right here, the little nympho. Sorry you guys are taken...I
could use some help with her!" The men laughed nervously, still
leering at Gina's exposed pussy, while their dates tugged at their
arms. Gina was blushing as he led her from the elevator and out
to the deserted street where a limousine waited. An even taller
and more powerful looking black man in a chauffeur's uniform held
the door for them, openly appraising Gina's body as he did so. "She's
a nice one, Captain, great tits." Gina was more than a little offended
that her date's employee boldly referred to her breasts in such
a crude manner, but her friend seemed not to mind at all, reaching
around her for one and weighing it in his palm. "You're right, Ben,
they'll attract a great deal of interest." He pushed her toward
the chauffeur, who grabbed her other breast and squeezed it hard.
Gina tried to pull back from this unwelcome mauling, but her escort
merely held her in place. "Tell him to stop this!," Gina said, indignant
now and starting to struggle against the hands which grasped her.
"Just because I wanted to go home with you doesn't mean I want to
be handled by your driver!" "You'll be handled by anyone I choose,"
her date said matter-of- factly, "because you're a horny slut, starved
for the right kind of discipline." He turned her around facing him
and forcing her thighs apart, rammed three fingers into her pussy.
The chauffeur was behind her now and he quickly stepped behind her
and grabbed a breast in each hand, squeezing and rubbing them roughly,
an act which made Gina weak with pleasure, despite her anger. The
man spoke again, his fingers stroking in and out of her. "You don't
care who it is who fucks your wet cunt, do you?" Gina didn't answer,
still unsure as to whether she was irritated or tunred on by all
this, and he repeated the question as Ben pinched a nipple hard
to elicit a response. Gina was forced to admit that she didn't really
care at that point. She was hotter than she'd ever been in her life
and Ben seemed to know that her biggest weakness was having her
breasts really handled and mauled, because he continued doing just
that, mashing them against her chest and pressing the nipples with
the tips of his fingers. "No, I guess I don't care," she murmured.
"Don't care what?" he asked. "I don't care who fucks me, OK?" Gina
was impatient. She was even willing to screw the chauffeur if they
would just get on with it. Besides, there were still people around
andshe felt embarrassed standing there between the two men whilethey
handled her like some kind of toy. "That's precisely what I thought,"
he said, "but from now on you will address me only as 'Master' and
obey me without question. Do you understand?" Gina was perfectly
willing to play this little game if it got her closer to his bed
and a hot cock in her pussy. "Whatever Master wants," she said teasingly,
reaching for the bulge in his pants. He knocked her hand away. "You
don't reach for a man's cock until he tells you to," he snapped.
"But don't worry, you'll get what you need very soon." And he pushed
her into the car, getting in beside her. Ben got into the driver's
seat and they pulled away. She was ordered to kneel on the wide
floorboard. "Now my little cunt, I'll give you a taste of what you
want." He told Gina to unzip his pants but when she reached for
the zipper he pushed her hands away. "Use your teeth cunt, work
for it!" So Gina did, struggling with the zipper until it was all
the way down and then pulling his underwear aside until his enormous
prick popped out. She was awed by its dimensions but immediately
attempted to get the huge prick into her mouth. She finally settle
for licking the shaft hungrily but this was not satisfactory to
her "master." "You had better learn to service your master's manhood
properly, cunt," he said and grasping Gina's hair he forced his
prick between her lips and into her mouth, almost choking her, pulling
out enough to let her breathe. "Now, since you have failed to please
me with your mouth, I will simply use it to relieve myself." And
he began stroking in and out ofher mouth as if it were a vagina,
banging the head of his massive prick into the back of her throat,
fucking her face without pause until he spurted his hot cum down
her throat and all over her face and breasts. He told her to lick
his cock clean and then rub his cum into her tits. Gina did, feeling
her pussy juice running down her thighs, so great was her arousal.
"Now?" she said, looking up at him. "Now, what?, he asked. Gina
was ready to beg. "I need your prick in me," she said, adding the
word "Master" to please him. "Please fuck me, Master." "You need
any prick in you, don't you slut," he laughed, in the tone of one
speaking to a child. But
I'm not in the mood to use you." He touched the intercom, "Ben,
stop the car somewhere quiet." The car soon came to a halt and the
door opened. "Ben, she needs fucking. Care to relieve yourself?"
Gina was shocked. She wanted her new friend, but he didn't want
her and now he was cavalierly offering her to his driver. She started
to protest once more. Her new master slapped her, not hard, just
a light stinging, but she waseven more shocked. "Listen, my little
cunt, I will offer you to whomever I choose and you will spread
your legs for any cock, especially right now when I can see your
juice running down your legs. You've already admitted that you'll
fuck anything to satisfy yourself, and even if you didn't, if Ben
wants to use you, he is quite welcome." Gina could only stare at
him until another slap made her realize that she was expected to
respond. "Yes,master," she half-whimpered. Then Ben was ordering
her out ofthe car and without any preface, he pushed her face down
over the trunk, spread her legs with the toe of his boot. "I'm gonna
enjoy you, bitch," he taunted. "Tell me how much you want my big
rod in your hot little box, bitch!" "I want you," she stammered,
quickly adding "Master." "You want me to what?" he pressed her,
spreading her legs even father apart while unzipping his pants.
"Tell me what you want, slut!" "I want you to fuck me, master, fuck
my cunt." Gina was slightly hysterical with the need to achieve
an orgasm and with the fear of these strange men. "Fuck me please!"
And Ben did, plunging his equally large and erect penis deep into
her slippery hole. And he began stroking, ramming her like a bull
mounting a cow. Her nipples were hard against the cold metal of
the car, her breasts mashed by the pressure of Ben's assault on
her pussy while her abused her verbally and madeher continue to
beg for it. She didn't care. His cock filled her aching sex and
finally she felt her own orgasm approachand she came screaming as
his cum boiled into her. She felt herself being lifted and placed
in the soft seat of the car, then a sharp prick in her arm and a
hand squeezing one of her breasts. The words faded away, "They'll
like thisone...," someone was saying. End of Chapter One
Gina
was bored with the party, bored with her friends,and frankly, with
her life. Her job was a relative dead end and the men she dated
were almost all classified in her own mind as losers or just nonentities.
She had no difficulty attracting lovers; she was beautiful by anyone's
standards. But when they left her apartment after a night of post-dinner
sex, she was always relieved to see them go since their pitiful
attempts to please her sexually only left her aching for something
more. "So who will it be tonight," she wondered, casting about in
the crowd for a likely bed partner. She was horny, without doubt.
The scotch and the suggestive art on the walls of this New York
loft apartment had made her warm, very warm. The paintings and sketches
showed every conceivable sex act and were characterized by extreme
male dominance over his female partner. One painting, hanging in
a dark corner, showed a woman firmly secured to a framework while
one man invited another to take her from behind. Looking at it,
she felt her pussy grow wet. A voice behind Gina startled her. "You
like that one, don't you?" he said. "Yes," she admitted, somewhat
reluctantly. "It makesyou...." "Horny?" he asked. Gina nodded, a
bit embarassed that he had noticed her fascination with the picture.
"It's because they're taking what they want and she's receiving
what she needs," he said in a vaguely foreign accent. She looked
at him more closely. He was tall, muscular, with dark hair and eyes.
Without warning, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard, grasping
her ass and pressing her hips hard against him. She could feel the
bulge of his cock against her stomach. She started to protest his
failure to even ask first, but his tongue forced its way between
her lips and she decided she didn't really care. "You need a master,"
he smiled, pulling away after the long and probing kiss, "someone
who understands what you need." He pushed her gently but firmly
against the wall and cupped her large breasts in his hands, kneading
them, looking directly into her eyes as he did so. Gina felt almost
faint with pleasure at what this stranger was doing so 
boldly.
He lifted her skirt, yanked her panties down and thrust his fingers
into her wet pussy. The thought that someone might actually notice
what they were doing in the corner of the room made his invasion
of her body even more arousing for Gina. She knew she wanted this
man. "You need to be taken," he continued, stroking her wet lips
with one hand and squeezing a breast with the other."You need to
be used and disciplined and trained to please your master with your
body. Don't you?" He slipped three fingers into Gina's now dripping
pussy. She gasped with pleasure. She needed his cock in her. "Yes,"
she managed to whisper, a bit afraid of his game, but too aroused
to extricate herself from the spell he cast. "I want you to fuck
me now! Please! We'll go to my apartment." "I prefer my place,"
he said, smiling at her, "you have a great deal to learn, my little
slave." Gina didn't know what he meant, but she didn't really care
about the nuances of role playing. She just knew that this powerful,
handsome man, who took what he wanted insteadof asking, excited
her more than any man she'd ever met. She followed him to the rickety
elevator in a daze. When the door closed, and they started the slow
descent, he unceremoniously ripped open her blouse, popping the
buttons and released the front hook securing her bra. Her heavy
38D breasts fell out and she began to insist that they wait. But
his look warned her not to interrupt. He unfastened her skirt, letting
it fall to the floor and ripped her panties easily. She stood there,
as the elevator creaked along, wearing only her stockings and garter
belt. He fondled her breasts almost roughly. "I like these tits,"
he said. "They're like cowtits to be milked. Just then the door
opened and, to Gina's extreme embarassment, two couples stood there
gaping at her naked body. But her new friend just laughed and winked
at the men,"She couldn't wait 'til we got home, wanted me to do
her right here, the little nympho. Sorry you guys are taken...I
could use some help with her!" The men laughed nervously, still
leering at Gina's exposed pussy, while their dates tugged at their
arms. Gina was blushing as he led her from the elevator and out
to the deserted street where a limousine waited. An even taller
and more powerful looking black man in a chauffeur's uniform held
the door for them, openly appraising Gina's body as he did so. "She's
a nice one, Captain, great tits." Gina was more than a little offended
that her date's employee boldly referred to her breasts in such
a crude manner, but her friend seemed not to mind at all, reaching
around her for one and weighing it in his palm. "You're right, Ben,
they'll attract a great deal of interest." He pushed her toward
the chauffeur, who grabbed her other breast and squeezed it hard.
Gina tried to pull back from this unwelcome mauling, but her escort
merely held her in place. "Tell him to stop this!," Gina said, indignant
now and starting to struggle against the hands which grasped her.
"Just because I wanted to go home with you doesn't mean I want to
be handled by your driver!" "You'll be handled by anyone I choose,"
her date said matter-of- factly, "because you're a horny slut, starved
for the right kind of discipline." He turned her around facing him
and forcing her thighs apart, rammed three fingers into her pussy.
The chauffeur was behind her now and he quickly stepped behind her
and grabbed a breast in each hand, squeezing and rubbing them roughly,
an act which made Gina weak with pleasure, despite her anger. The
man spoke again, his fingers stroking in and out of her. "You don't
care who it is who fucks your wet cunt, do you?" Gina didn't answer,
still unsure as to whether she was irritated or tunred on by all
this, and he repeated the question as Ben pinched a nipple hard
to elicit a response. Gina was forced to admit that she didn't really
care at that point. She was hotter than she'd ever been in her life
and Ben seemed to know that her biggest weakness was having her
breasts really handled and mauled, because he continued doing just
that, mashing them against her chest and pressing the nipples with
the tips of his fingers. "No, I guess I don't care," she murmured.
"Don't care what?" he asked. "I don't care who fucks me, OK?" Gina
was impatient. She was even willing to screw the chauffeur if they
would just get on with it. Besides, there were still people around
andshe felt embarrassed standing there between the two men whilethey
handled her like some kind of toy. "That's precisely what I thought,"
he said, "but from now on you will address me only as 'Master' and
obey me without question. Do you understand?" Gina was perfectly
willing to play this little game if it got her closer to his bed
and a hot cock in her pussy. "Whatever Master wants," she said teasingly,
reaching for the bulge in his pants. He knocked her hand away. "You
don't reach for a man's cock until he tells you to," he snapped.
"But don't worry, you'll get what you need very soon." And he pushed
her into the car, getting in beside her. Ben got into the driver's
seat and they pulled away. She was ordered to kneel on the wide
floorboard. "Now my little cunt, I'll give you a taste of what you
want." He told Gina to unzip his pants but when she reached for
the zipper he pushed her hands away. "Use your teeth cunt, work
for it!" So Gina did, struggling with the zipper until it was all
the way down and then pulling his underwear aside until his enormous
prick popped out. She was awed by its dimensions but immediately
attempted to get the huge prick into her mouth. She finally settle
for licking the shaft hungrily but this was not satisfactory to
her "master." "You had better learn to service your master's manhood
properly, cunt," he said and grasping Gina's hair he forced his
prick between her lips and into her mouth, almost choking her, pulling
out enough to let her breathe. "Now, since you have failed to please
me with your mouth, I will simply use it to relieve myself." And
he began stroking in and out ofher mouth as if it were a vagina,
banging the head of his massive prick into the back of her throat,
fucking her face without pause until he spurted his hot cum down
her throat and all over her face and breasts. He told her to lick
his cock clean and then rub his cum into her tits. Gina did, feeling
her pussy juice running down her thighs, so great was her arousal.
"Now?" she said, looking up at him. "Now, what?, he asked. Gina
was ready to beg. "I need your prick in me," she said, adding the
word "Master" to please him. "Please fuck me, Master." "You need
any prick in you, don't you slut," he laughed, in the tone of one
speaking to a child. 
But
I'm not in the mood to use you." He touched the intercom, "Ben,
stop the car somewhere quiet." The car soon came to a halt and the
door opened. "Ben, she needs fucking. Care to relieve yourself?"
Gina was shocked. She wanted her new friend, but he didn't want
her and now he was cavalierly offering her to his driver. She started
to protest once more. Her new master slapped her, not hard, just
a light stinging, but she waseven more shocked. "Listen, my little
cunt, I will offer you to whomever I choose and you will spread
your legs for any cock, especially right now when I can see your
juice running down your legs. You've already admitted that you'll
fuck anything to satisfy yourself, and even if you didn't, if Ben
wants to use you, he is quite welcome." Gina could only stare at
him until another slap made her realize that she was expected to
respond. "Yes,master," she half-whimpered. Then Ben was ordering
her out ofthe car and without any preface, he pushed her face down
over the trunk, spread her legs with the toe of his boot. "I'm gonna
enjoy you, bitch," he taunted. "Tell me how much you want my big
rod in your hot little box, bitch!" "I want you," she stammered,
quickly adding "Master." "You want me to what?" he pressed her,
spreading her legs even father apart while unzipping his pants.
"Tell me what you want, slut!" "I want you to fuck me, master, fuck
my cunt." Gina was slightly hysterical with the need to achieve
an orgasm and with the fear of these strange men. "Fuck me please!"
And Ben did, plunging his equally large and erect penis deep into
her slippery hole. And he began stroking, ramming her like a bull
mounting a cow. Her nipples were hard against the cold metal of
the car, her breasts mashed by the pressure of Ben's assault on
her pussy while her abused her verbally and madeher continue to
beg for it. She didn't care. His cock filled her aching sex and
finally she felt her own orgasm approachand she came screaming as
his cum boiled into her. She felt herself being lifted and placed
in the soft seat of the car, then a sharp prick in her arm and a
hand squeezing one of her breasts. The words faded away, "They'll
like thisone...," someone was saying. End of Chapter One