"Do it, baby! Do it, do it, do it!" Serena cried as her hips began pumping up and down. She could feel the slave's tongue fucking in and out of her sopping wet cunt, bringing stinging sensations to every part of her body.
Susan stabbed her tongue in and out, lapping upwards with each motion until she felt Serena's clit rub across her tongue. She felt Serena pressing her hips upward with each caress of her tongue into the woman's cunt-hole. The juices from the woman's cunt covered her cheeks, lips, nose, and dripped down her chin.
"God, yessssssss!" Serena screamed, and grabbed Susan by the back of the head, pressing the slave girl's face harder against her cunt. "Yeeeeaaaaahhhhh! I'm cummmmmmming, cumininming, baby!"
Susan felt the flood of pussy-juice cover her tongue as Serena released a flood of cunt-cum. The fuck-juice poured out of the woman's cunt, mixing with the lubricating fluids already covering Susan's face and dropping onto the cot beneath her chin. She felt like Serena was going to smother her as she held her face hard against her seething cunt, but finally the woman relaxed. Her hands fell away from Susan's head as the woman completely collapsed back on the bed.
Susan backed away from between Serena's legs and looked up.
Serena looked down at Susan and both women smiled.
CHAPTER TEN
Susan stood in the center of the den or the large mansion owned by Mr. Arnold. In front of her sat a poker table with six chairs around it.
"This is where you will be doing the serving," Mr. Arnold said. Turning, he pointed toward the bar at the end of the huge den. "I want you to get acquainted with the place. I'll be back in a few minutes with the outfit I want you to wear this evening."
As Mr. Arnold left, Susan walked back over to the bar and began checking out where everything was. While she was going through the cabinets, she wondered what kind of outfit Mr. Arnold would have her wearing. She really didn't see much wrong with the outfit she had on. It was quite revealing with its extremely low cut choke and hemline falling just below her asscheeks.
Several minutes later Mr. Arnold came into the den carrying a little case much like a brief case. He motioned for Susan to join him on the sofa.
Opening the case, Mr. Arnold pulled out a pair of red, crotch-less bikini panties. Next a bright red bra with holes for her nipples to poke through, followed by a pair of red hose and a frilly red garter belt. Red satin anklet heels a good six inches high with tiny spike heels completed what there was to the outfit.
"You can get dressed now," Mr. Arnold said. "I want to see how you're going to look."
Susan stood up and removed her dress, hose, black pumps, and stood naked in front of Mr. Arnold.
"You sure are one hell of a good looking bitch! I know my friends are going to have a ball with you tonight."
Susan blushed. "Thank you, Master. I hope I will be able to please them and live up to your expectations."
"I'm sure you will, baby, I'm sure you will." Susan pulled the bikini panties up her long legs, and when she had them all the way up, she reached down and parted the crotch-bands, making sure her cunt was very visible. The bra was next, and that too was adjusted as she centered the holes over her nipples. The hose, garter belt and shoes finished the outfit. She stood back and turned around so Mr. Arnold could get a good look at her.
"Wow, you're one sexy woman! How did you ever get to be a slave?"
"It wasn't of my choosing, Master."
"You mean you don't like it?"
"I didn't say that, Master. I just said it wasn't my idea to become a slave."
Mr. Arnold found himself getting horny. "How about you give your temporary owner a little blow job?"
"Whatever pleases you, Master," Susan said, and moved toward him.
Mr. Arnold leaned back and let Susan unzip his fly. He felt her cool fingers on his stiff prick as she eased it out through the opening. Then her fingers slowly fluttered up and down the long cock-shaft. He felt her lips kissing the top of his cock and smearing the pre-cum back and forth across them as though the end of his cock was a tube of lipstick. Her lips felt soft and moist against the rubber head of his cock.
Susan felt the drop of fluid seep onto her lips and licked it off with her tongue. She continued running the cock-head back and forth across her barely parted full lips. She nicked her tongue back and forth across the little piss-hole, then her lips opened wider and slipped over the top of the cock-head.
She heard Mr. Arnold let out a low moan and knew she was bringing pleasure to him. Her mouth slipped down over the cock-shaft, feeling it fills her mouth until his cock-head touched the back of her throat. Her hands cupped his balls and gently squeezed them, bringing another moan of ecstasy to the man sitting in front of her.
Up and down her lips went over the stiff prick, and it didn't take long before Mr. Arnold was pumping his hips up to meet the downward motions of her mouth. Then his hands were on the back of her head, holding her steady as he fucked his cock as far into her mouth as he could. She felt his prick throbbing and swelling and knew his gobs of cum were coming.
As the hot spurts of cum shot into her mouth, she swallowed as fast as she could, making sure she got every last drop. She sucked at his cock until she had emptied every last drop from his balls.
As soon as he was through, Mr. Arnold pulled his saliva-covered cock from her mouth. He slipped his limp cock back into his pants and zipped up his fly as he stood up.
"You can relax for a little while now. My guests won't be arriving for another hour or so," he said.
"Yes, Master. Would you mind if I fixed myself a drink?"
"No, go ahead, but don't have more than a couple."
"Yes, Master."
Susan rose from her knees, cum dripping down her chin, and walked back over to the bar. She took a napkin and wiped the cum from her face, then fixed herself a rum and Coke.
She carried the drink over to the sofa and sat down to wait for Mr. Arnold's guests.
Soon she heard voices outside the den. Four men entered the den, followed by Mr. Arnold.
Immediately she stood up and cast her eyes toward the floor as the men approached.
"And this is our slave girl for the night," Mr. Arnold said.
"Hmmm, nice!"
"Yeah, one sexy cunt!"
"Man, look at those nipples and those tits!"
"Sorry I'm late," a woman said from the doorway, and Susan couldn't help but look up.
The woman was elegantly dressed in a blue silk mini-skirt with matching blouse and spiked heel, which showed off her well-carved calves and ankles.
"Come on in and meet our stave, Linda," Mr. Arnold said as the woman strolled across the room.
"Nice," Linda said.
"Are you all ready for a little poker?" Mr. Arnold asked.
"I'm ready to take your money!" Linda laughed.
"You took it last week, how about giving us a chance?"
Linda smiled. "But, Ralph, the idea of the game is to win. I can't help it if I just had a streak of luck last week."
"What do you think, Bob? Think we can beat her tonight?"
"We can try, but you all know this lady is one hell of a poker player," Bob said.
"Come on Sam, let's get started. You too, Andy."
Susan learned the names of everyone present as she listened quietly to the conversation.
"Drinks, cunt!" Mr. Arnold snapped.
"Yes, Master." Susan looked at the six people. "What would you an like?"
Each one gave Susan their drink preference, and as Mr. Arnold shuffled the cards, she went back to the wet bar.
Minute later Susan returned with a tray of drinks.
"Over here," Ralph said. "And light my cigarette."