Student Sex Slaves 2 - Extract

 

Kelly relaxed into the plush seat of his private plane as it banked north after take-off from St. Francis, the main island of Providencia, where flights from the mainland and other Caribbean islands landed. The flight crew had stowed her suitcase, in which Kelly had packed a couple of heavy sweaters, boots and a down-lined jacket for her trip to the frozen tundra of late-winter Pitcher College.

By now, Kelly couldn't even count how many recruiting trips she had made up from Pirate Cay to some college town or other to recruit new blood for him and his clients. Once she had been enough to satisfy him all by herself, but those days were gone now.

She remembered the time after the belting he had given her in the office. That incident had awakened something that had lain dormant in him and in her as well. He had bought some "equipment" from a store in the Village that specialized in kinky fantasies and set up a little playroom in the basement of his town house.

It wasn't something they did all that often, but now and then, when he felt the urge, he would order her down to the basement, have her strip naked and they would enact some fantasy that he had picked up God knows where that would end up with her shackled to the ceiling or bent over a wooden horse taking a dozen with a cat o' nine tails or a cane, punished for some misdeed, real or imagined. Then afterwards they would fuck.

The whippings and canings hurt a lot, much more than the belt and left marks that lasted a week or two. Kelly often asked herself why she accepted it. She was free to leave, of course, and she had thought about it more than once. But he would buy her something nice after the sessions to ease the pain.

More importantly, though she wasn't proud of it, she was honest enough to admit that it turned her on to be tied up, helpless, under the control of a powerful man. The orgasms she had afterwards were always amazing and his seemed to be pretty damn good, too.

Eventually, he had the idea that it would be fun to "share" her, perhaps with a friend or an important potential client. Kelly had resisted that at first. Sleeping with your boss was bad enough, but she was hardly the first to do that. However, being passed around would definitely make her a whore in almost anyone's book.

"Look, aside from the fact that it will be good for business if a few select clients can not just look down your shirt, but actually enjoy your very lovely body. More importantly, it will turn me on," he had told her.

"Really, why?"

"It's hard to explain, Kelly. Male bonding perhaps, something in our DNA from back when we lived in caves. I don't know, but I think it would. I want you to try it once and let's see." As usual, when push came to shove, she did what he asked.

The first time was with one of their biggest clients at the time, in both the financial and physical sense, a Texan who owned a bunch of oil wells and was looking for advice to diversify his investments. He decided that they should entertain the Texan at his town house.

The dinner was brought in from a very well-regarded caterer, so Kelly didn't have to cook. She did, however, have to serve the food dressed in a ridiculous-looking serving wench costume whose front started just below her tits and ended just above her pussy. As for the back, there wasn't any.

Kelly was thoroughly embarrassed to be seen in it. But, she not only had to serve, but had to stand there as they ate and discussed the markets and tax shelters (she had eaten in the kitchen before their guest arrived). The Texan spent so much time feeling her up that it was a wonder he was able to clean his plate.

After dinner they retired to the living room for brandies while she cleared the table. Finally they called her over. The Texan was on the big leather sofa, while her employer was sitting in an armchair facing their guest.

The Texan indicated a spot next to him. "Come and join us, Kelly, darlin'. I don't bite," he said. "Not hard enough to break the skin, anyway." The two men laughed.

She sat next to him. He draped an arm around her shoulders, his hand stroking her breast, the fingers pinching each nipple in turn. "Your boss tells me that you're a very skilled young lady."

"He's a great business mind and a terrific teacher and I try to learn as much as I can."

"I'm sure you do, Kelly. But your boss and I have talked business for a goodly while now and I'm ready for some fun. He tells me your skills go way beyond business, if you know what I mean." In case she missed his point, he stared down at his crotch.

Kelly looked at her boss. He nodded. Whatever doubts she had about carrying through with this, it seemed a bit late to worry about that now.

The Texan pushed himself partway off the sofa so that Kelly could open his trousers and lower them before he plunked his ass back down on the fine leather. Kelly took his dick in her hand and started stroking. She could feel it getting hard.

'Well, it's now or never,' she thought, sliding off the sofa onto her knees. As she arranged herself, she stared over at her employer. He had, like his guest, lowered his pants and was sitting in the chair slowly stroking his penis, which was hardening rather quickly.

The Texan was fully erect now. Kelly stuck her tongue out and began licking slowly up and down the shaft. The Texan sighed. "That tongue is soft as two minute egg, as we say down in Texas."

Her boss had his eyes closed now, stroking in time to Kelly's tongue. After a few minutes, he stood. "You mind if I come in from behind?" he asked their guest.

The Texan was breathing heavily now. "Course not. This lil' gal could handle an army, I'll bet."

Knowing what was expected, and, despite her sense of shame at being portrayed as a whore, being quite wet and wanting him, Kelly lifted her ass, presenting herself to him so that he could slide right into her, as she continued stimulating the Texan.

"Now this is a business partnership a man could get used to," the Texan exclaimed, his voice tight with his rising excitement.

Kelly continued working on his cock, pursing her lips around the head and slurping her tongue against the shaft. Meanwhile her employer was fucking her hard from behind, his eyes fixed on the action in front of him.

"Get ready, little lady, this is going to be a Texas-sized load," their guest proclaimed, shortly before he moaned and began cumming in her mouth. His climax stimulated her employer to make his final thrusts. Kelly could feel his warmth flowing inside of her as he collapsed on top of her, pushing her body down onto the fully satisfied Texan.