Having 38D tits means you have enough to share with your friend. One pulls one tit one direction and the other grabs the other tit and pulls the other direction. I tell him it’s better to pull by the nipple. She has large nipples so there is plenty of skin to grab on to. As we each grab, twist and pull, she tries to cry in pain but only gets more of my cock further into her throat, choking off her air supply.
Me pushing in her throat, pushes her back on Jerry’s cock. Jerry has his eyes closed, a smile on his face and his cock buried deep in her pussy. Now that’s how you do a lunch meeting.
Jerry is the first one to finish. He rams his cock one last time, grabs her hips and grits his teeth and he holds his breath, filling her pussy up with his cum. As a moan escapes his lips, he pulls out. Spilling onto the carpet. I hand him a napkin to clean himself with.
I am soon moaning and feeling the urge to cum, holding her heads so I am choking her off as I shoot my load down her throat. She grips my cock more with her lips to make sure nothing leaks out. She holds until I go soft before letting out. “Thank You. Sir’s”.
She leans back on her knees. Smiling. I point to the mess behind her. My slave turns around, gets into Jerry’s lap. Begins to suck his cock. Trying to get any last drop he may have missed before putting it into his pants. “Sorry Sir for the mess,” she tells him before licking up the juices off the carpet.
**
Normally I do not allow slaves on the furniture. But this was a business lunch meeting, and I needed my aunt to be my aunt, not my obedient slave. The one who knows about the business and about the people I am about to meet tomorrow. These are one of her former master’s best clients who are in town, and they want to meet with me to discuss having me take over their account. So, I allowed her to sit on a desk chair and join the conversation.
I needed Jerry to help me with the financials as I start to go thru my uncles’ business records and affairs. Help figure what to do with the house, any other assets and such. This is when I was really going to need Jerry to be my accountant and maybe even my business analyst.
My slave suddenly became this business savvy lady as she broke down who these brothers were. “This is a vertically integrated transport company. It’s ran by three brothers who inherited it from their father. The two older boys think they are stud muffins and the youngest one is gay as one can be. They buy and manage small transportation companies around the country. They are always buying, rarely sell anything. Bus lines, cargo haulers, etc. Then they buy and manage fleet service and repair shops to repair these fleets. These shops are usually located next to or are part of the truck stops along busy interstate highways, they also own and manage. Finally, they buy and manage transit hubs, loading docks and warehouse parks. Not just the warehouse, but the parks, tens to hundreds of warehouses in a central location. Often rented to companies like Amazon and Walmart who agree to pay a builder’s fee that will almost pay for the actual building cost, plus they pay rent a year at a time for multiple years. I know the last time master Bruce worked for them, they had several warehouses Amazon paid for and later abandoned but are still paying rent on. ”
Jerry, as well as I, sat there, looking at each other. She knew what this was and was very professional in her delivery. Impressive! Jerry agreed on the spot to be my financial counsel.
His fee was fair and I promised it would include his current benefit of using my slaves. Jerry shifted in his seat, “Right now, while we are talking of services, can I ask one small favor from you. It’s the start of a new year. I’m swamped right now with clients calling me. This pandemic shit messed up their records and all the new regulations and shit. If I do this with you, it’s going to mess up my scheduling big time. I need office help. If there is any way I could use your slave for help occasionally. It would make things work a whole lot easier for me.”
With a handshake, we agreed to it all. He would be my finance guy in all that I had going. As well, he would continue using my slave for his office wench as well as his occasional fuck toy.
I would let him know more after I go to the main office in the morning and meet the brothers.
**
Jerry left, I stayed in my office while my slave went to unpack. She came to me telling me that I had a problem. Or maybe not a problem, but an issue. She is holding two metal collars. I figured she wanted me to put one on her. Something I forgot to do, get her leash and collar out. But she smiled. “Your mother packed your bag before we left for the airport. She packed two metal collars.”
Ok, I still didn’t see the issue.
“The larger one with the three rings is mine. I have had it for years and my former owner had my slave name inscribed on it. The other one is smaller, older and has only one ring. It is inscribed with your mother’s slave name. Mine was in the nightstand on master’s side of the bed. The other one, I know hasn’t seen the light of day since your father passed away. She keeps it in her jewelry box on her dresser at her house, not mine. I mean yours, Sir. ”
Now I’m seeing where this is going.
“I am sure that my wonderful sister and sister slave did not ‘accidently’ put her collar with mine into your bag. She had to go over to her house, get it, bring it back and pack it. She put it there on purpose.”
A smile came over my face as I remembered yesterday morning. After I had fucked her face in the office. Cuming in her mouth. Watching her lick her lips and tell me how good that tasted. Then to have her climb on my cock and fuck me like teenagers on prom night. Yes, it was wonderful. But now this? Hmmm… Not what I needed to deal with right now, but still a nice thought.
**
As the day started to wind down and jet lag started to catch up with us, I decided it was time to get things straight with my slave. Sitting her down we started to talk. I needed her to know the general rules I have for my slaves.
“Ok, slave, here’s the deal. My house rules for slaves. First, you are always naked in this house. I don’t care who is here, if they are over eighteen, they will see you and enjoy looking at you naked. You are not to cover up or try to hide any part of you.
Any delivery men, service men or whatever, when they finish what they are doing, you are to offer them a blowjob on top of whatever cash tip I may offer them.
I will determine when, where and IF you ever get used for sex. (emphasizing “IF”) No orgasms without my permission and no playing with yourself without permission. If that becomes a problem, I may order you a Chasity belt!
Unless you are carrying anything inside the house, you are to crawl on all fours. No walking. Also, keep legs apart so we can see your pussy when you stand, walk or crawl. I figure that one is normal.”
She smiled “Yes Sir, understand Sir.”
I continued. “You are the slave of the house. No person is below you, including other slaves that may be here. Any man who is here for whatever reason, you will respect them and serve them as needed. Sexually, they will be allowed to use you for blowjobs, nothing more unless I tell you otherwise.
She smiled “Yes Sir.”
“The guest bedroom is your bedroom for when I don’t need you, don’t want you or I have a date here. It can be locked from the outside. You will keep your pussy clean shaven. Before we go out, you will be inspected and if I find razor stubble, you will be punished. If that means we are late for an appointment, you will be punished again. Understood?”
“Yes Master. Please understand, Master Bruce had a beautician who would keep me looking the way he wanted. Hair styles and laser hair removal. So that I may always be smooth and soft to your touch.”
“Yes, I have a lady here I will call for that as well. You will keep your other hair long, only trimmed as needed and not colored. I like your natural salty pepper looking hair.”
“Thank You Sir.”
“That reminds me, you are now also my office wench. You are now in charge of my calendar, email and what social media I have. As well, you will keep up with whatever The Company sends me for updates and notices. I do know there is some important meetings coming up I need to be at. So just stay on top of that.
Finally. When not serving me or I have other things going on, you will serve Jerry as he needs you. In his office or whatever and he has complete access to all three holes to use and to abuse as he wants. No questions asked. If you disobey or do not do as ordered, he will tell me, and you will be punished. Understood”
“Yes, Sir. I will keep the house clean, your office up to date and will obey Master Jerry when I am in his service.” She had it.
Now, that brings me to the detail I was dreading. Your punishment.”
“My punishment Sir?”
I walked to the bedroom and told her to lay on the bed, on her back, spread eagle. I pulled out the chains and cuffs I keep attached to the bed. Made the adjustments so she was totally immobile, then I stepped back to enjoy my work.
I stood at the foot of the bed and admired her beauty. She looked at me, she was not smiling as I reached into my drawer and brought out my leather belt. Wide, thick black leather. It has been used extensively and it shows. Its pliable, Yet firm. It hurts when it strikes the skin, just as it was intended to do.
Holding the belt over my shoulder, making sure she can see its size. I explain “I normally punish immediately after the crime. But today we had a lot going on and it fell by the side. I also know we haven’t talked about rules, old rules new rules, or punishments. That is something we need to change soon.
But there is something I figure is a normal rule for you. See, I am a little upset at how you welcomed my friend Jerry into the house. You kissed his feet. Nice welcome for an amateur slave. But you are not an amateur slave.
From what little I know about my uncle/master Bruce, I would have to guess that was not how he had you trained.”