Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Meeting (FMMM, mdom, oral, anal, cons, slut) [1/2]
Date: 13 Oct 1995 21:48:20 GMT

			     The Meeting
			       Part One

	It was 10 minutes to 8... I was early as usual. I lit another
cigarette, chain smoking in my nervousness. The meeting was set for 8
o'clock and I had been warned not to be late. I sat in my car to
gather my courage and finally decided to enter the hotel. I fixed my
leather dress, checked my hair and slowly walked up to the entrance...
God, I was so nervous. Walking in heels has never been my forte, and
now, I was so nervous, I was sure I was going to break an ankle...
That would be awfully swift of me - but I didn't get the nickname
Inspector Klutzo for nothing... <grin>, so I walked very slowly as I
thought about the events leading up to the meeting.

	The phone call had come a week ago... I recognized the voice
instantly though it had been 6 years since we had last spoken. S.
asked me how I was and after some brief catching up, put a proposal to
me.

	"E. - I would not ask this of you if it were not important,
however, it is, and you are the only woman for the job... " The tone
of S.'s voice told me that this was no ordinary job, I imagined it as
another clandestine fact finding mission... the thought brought a
smile to my lips... so long had it been since this type of excitement
was a part of my life.

	"There are some people coming to DC... very important people.
and they need to be entertained in a rather unusual sort of way... I
think you can fit this role, and I need some information. Will you
still obey an order directly?" His last comment conveyed a smirk over
the phone lines, I could still see his expression clearly-arrogant and
ruggedly handsome, his voice still had the power to bring me to my
knees, both figuratively and literally. "S. - yes, I can still obey
an order and you are a bastard, Sir."

	"I take it to mean you are agreeing to this, shall we say,
assignment?"

	"Yes,I am agreeing, I trust you and trust that I will be
safe."

	"Good,then here are the details... "

	I entered the elevator adjusting the chains on the front of my
dress. It was a leather mini dress, sleeveless with shoulder pads,
four gold chains connecting the front which was slit to the navel, and
four gold chains resting in a half moon on my back. It was a one of a
kind and I looked hot in it. Around my neck I wore a thick gold
choker, on each wrist a matching bracelet, and one on my left ankle. I
wore black four inch heels- high for me and felt as though I were
perched precariously on them. My long dark curly hair hung to my waist
now... pity S. wouldn't see this... I thought, or would he? I thought
again of the descriptions he had given me.

	There were to be three men. All in their late thirties, early
forties. He described A. as 6'2," tall, 210 pounds of muscle, dark
brown wavy hair, olive skinned, clean shaven and piercing emerald
green eyes. A. spoke with an accent which I should be able to
identify.

	He described J. as about 6'2," tall, 190 pounds, all muscle,
red hair and blue eyes, with a full beard, fair but tanned skin. I
should expect J. to be quite gruff. He described R. as 6'4," tall,
250 pounds, all muscle, coal black skin and a close cropped afro, and
piercing blue eyes... The pictures in my mind made my knees weak. I
was told that this would indeed be a business meeting, and that I was
to quickly obey all orders, that they would require me to tend to all
their needs and would probably ask my opinion on various matters. It
was stressed that I behave in a manner that would make S. proud - a
tall order this... as I knew having served S. over a four year period.

	I exited the elevator on the 23rd floor and walked quickly to
room 2355. It was exactly 8 as I knocked on the door. A. opened the
door and I felt shaky as I entered the room. Even with my 4 inch
heels, I was only 5'7" tall and was considerably intimidated by the
size of these men. For just one moment, I began to doubt the wiseness
of my decision to go through with this.

	"Welcome, E. S. has told us much about you... and he has not
lied, you are exquisite," said A. I blushed crimson at the compliment
and thanked him. I entered the room and was led to the center, facing
the three men who were seated around the table. "I, as you no doubt
already know, am A. and this is J. and this is R."

	I said hello to all, almost stammering in my greeting. By this
point, I was genuinely frightened. They all looked at me with such
intensity, as though they had been starved for female company for a
long time.

	"Turn for us, E. and let us get a better look at you," A.
commanded. I attempted to turn slowly and gracefully, but could feel
myself begin to trip. However, I did not fall and completed the turn,
my face burning, my thighs slightly parted and my pussy beginning to
get wet.

	"Ah, she is quite a beauty, isn't she men?" R. asked and all
nodded in assent. "Look how well she blushes in our gaze, and she has
not even been touched yet. I would bet she is already wet and open.
Are you not, E.?" R. said. I turned a darker shade of crimson and
could feel the rush of wetness between my thighs. My throat was
parched, I could not answer. I could not even raise my head to look at
their faces. I heard someone rise and walk over to me. R. grasped my
chin roughly and raised my face to look at him. I tried to turn away,
I did not want him to see the surrender in my eyes, not yet. It was
still too soon. But my submissive nature had betrayed me, my body was
obviously open, as well as my soul.

	"Look at me," he commanded and I looked into those ice blue
eyes, shuddering as I did. "You will answer us when we ask you a
question. You will do so quickly and without thought unless told to
think. We want your immediate response, and we will know if you lie -
your body betrays you, illustrates your true desires. You will call
all of us either Master or Sir for your time here. Do not cause me to
become angry, I have not the time to tame you, to coax you into
submission. You will submit now, because S. assured us of that,
because he bade you do so. Should you become difficult, rest assured,
you will be punished, and severely. Am I understood?"

	"Yes,... Sir," I forced out. Something in me rebelled at the
intensity of his desire to control. Yet I knew that I would submit,
craved submission to these three gods who were men.

	"I am glad I am understood... " R. smiled. He slid his hand
between my thighs and scooped up some of my juices. He brought his
fingers to my lips and commanded me to taste myself, to realize my
excitement, to accept my submission. I moaned as I sucked his fingers
dry, inhaling deeply the musky scent of my desire.

	"She is quite a slut, isn't she?" said J. The heat of my
blush rose to my cheeks. "E. come here and let me touch you," J.
commanded. I walked shakily over to him and spread my legs a bit (as
much as the dress would allow) to let him slip his large hand between
my thighs. He stroked my clit slowly, watching my face to see my
reaction, listening to my moans, he slid two fingers inside me, deeply
and I moaned loudly as my knees buckled and I nearly fell to the
floor... were it not that A. reached to steady me, I would have
fallen.

	"See how easily she succumbs to her own pleasure... E. remove
your dress," A. said. I slowly took of my dress and stood before them
in thigh high stockings and heels, collar and bracelets. My nipples
were hard and aching. A. reached up and pinched a nipple, first
gently, then increasing pressure until the pain registered on my face
and I began to moan, continuing until he saw I could no longer bear it
and then stopping abruptly and letting go. I gasped as he did, not
sure whether it was relief or disappointment that made me gasp.

	"S. was right of course, when he told us these nipples should
have been pierced long ago. However, that is not our prerogative.
More's the pity. Kneel, E," R. commanded. I kneeled down, my knees
spread wide so my pussy was open, my arms up behind my back, my head
lowered, in true slave girl fashion...

	"Look up at us, E. That's good. We want to see your face...
Now, we have business to attend to. We will order a meal and you will
stay on your knees until required to serve us. Understood?"

	"Yes, Sirs," I moaned as I realized that they would not allow
me to dress when the room service waiter arrived. He too would be
witness to my humiliation.

	As she kneeled there, in full view of the door, E.'s mind
wandered to the first time she had kneeled before her Master... S. She
felt the blush rise to her cheeks, her nipples harden, and her pussy
grow more and more moist. The men were at the table talking business.
E. did not pay much attention to them, but rather, lost herself in
revery. She started when the knock came on the door.

	"Room service, sirs," came the voice from the other side.

	"Enter," said R. The door opened revealing a young man, about
19, dressed in typical hotel fashion. E. could not see his face, as
she did not dare raise her head for fear he would meet her gaze. Her
embarrassment was quite apparent on her face and body, as was her
arousal. The young man wheeled the tray into the room. He gasped as he
noticed E. kneeling naked but for heels and jewelry on the floor next
to the table. The three men smiled at his reaction.

	"She is quite beautiful, is she not?" R. asked.

	"Uh, um, yyyes, ssssir," the young waiter stammered.

	"Would you like to touch her?" J. asked. The young man
hesitated and then said he would be fired, and quickly fled the room.
All three men erupted into laughter as the young waiter fled. E. was
incredibly embarrassed. Her shame burned on her face.

	"I would have given anything for a camera to record that boy's
expression," A. said. The other men nodded in agreement and then
turned to their meal.

	"E. serve us the wine and food," R. commanded. E. rose slowly
and then began to pour the wine. Each glass she poured was offered
from kneeling position, to each man, after she had embraced the glass,
in true slave girl fashion. She rose slowly and placed each man's
plate before him and when she was finished, she returned to kneel by
the table.

	"Nicely done, E. It seems you do remember some of your
training," R. said as he reached over and stroked her hair. She
shuddered at his touch, a whimper escaping her lips. She was so hot,
so open, wanted so badly to be touched by one of them.

	"Ah, she is a responsive little bitch, isn't she?" R
commented.

	When the men had finished their meal, and their business, they
moved to sit in the living area. R and J sat on the couch and A sat in
one of the chairs.

	"E. come here and kneel in front of me," R. said. E. rose and
slowly walked to R. and then kneeled in front of the couch. "And now
for the entertainment," R. said. E.'s nipples were still hard, her
pussy dripping wet. She was frightened of the intensity of her
passion. R. began to stroke E.'s breasts, lightly at first, and then
increasing the pressure and tension. He gripped E's left nipple
between thumb and forefinger and began to pull it up and outward while
twisting it slightly. E. gasped, and then as he pulled harder, moaned,
and then as he pulled hard still, the pain became evident on her face.
He stopped and E was shaking.

	"Look at me," R. commanded as he moved closer to her. He
watched her face as he ran his hand between her legs. She opened her
legs wider to accommodate him, moaning steadily as she did, the desire
fully evident on her face as he gazed deeply into her eyes. The other
men gathered around her to watch.

	"She looks tortured, doesn't she?" R. said and the men agreed.
"E. - What is it that you want?" R asked. E.'s breath caught in her
throat, she gasped and then moaned. R. grabbed her roughly by the neck
and repeated his question.

	"I... I want... I want to suck your cock, Sir," E. whispered.

	"Louder, E. we all couldn't hear you," R commanded. "I want
to suck your cock, Sir," E. repeated louder, her cheeks turning
crimson again, the juices rushing from her pussy, her nipples
tightening.

	"Unzip my pants," R. commanded. E. carefully unzipped R.'s
pants and removed them slowly. Her eyes glazed as they caught sight of
his incredible hard black cock. She unconsciously licked her lips,
which caused the men to laugh.

	"You do want it badly, don't you, slave bitch?" R. asked.

	"Yes, Sir," E. replied.

	"Then suck it, you've earned that much at least," R. said. E.
lowered her mouth to his gorgeous cock. She slowly engulfed the head
of his cock with her lips and began to lick it. She could taste the
precum that had collected there, and moaned as she inhaled his musky
scent. She sucked him in deeper into her throat. She could not swallow
all of him, but took all but about 2 inches of his cock into her
throat. She began to suck him, long deep strokes, moaning around his
cock as she did. She loved to suck cock more than almost anything.
Loved the taste, the smell of cock. Her pussy was on fire, so close
was she to cumming just from the taste of him, the feel of him in her
throat, her mouth.

	"She's quite an accomplished little cocksucker, isn't she R.?"
A. commented. R. just moaned as she took him in deeper into her
throat, sucking a bit faster now, full strokes, her tongue running
around the shaft as she sucked. R.'s hands were buried in her thick,
dark hair, guiding her head up and down on his cock. She could feel
his cock stiffen further and knew he was about to come. Her sucking
became more frenzied, she wanted to swallow his come, to taste it, so
badly. Just as she sensed he was about to come, he pulled her head
from his cock. E. moaned, whimpered. He could see the wild expression
in her eyes.

	"Beg me, E. beg for my cum," R. said. All E. could do was
moan. R. grabbed her roughly by the hair. "You want it bitch? You'll
have to beg or I'll shoot it all over your face."

	"Please," E moaned, "please, let me drink your cum, please,
Sir, PLEEEEASE." R. pushed her head back down onto his cock. E. sucked
him wildly, her head bobbing up and down furiously on his cock,
feeling him swell, until he came - the first few spurts deep in her
throat, the rest in her mouth. She moaned as she came, her body
shaking, the waves of her orgasm rushing through her, as she savored
the taste of his sweet cum in her mouth, on her lips and tongue. R.
moaned and then lay back on the couch.

	"She came without being touched, just from the taste of your
cum," J. noted. "She will prove to be quite interesting in the next
few hours," A. agreed. R. leaned down and gathered E. into his arms.
He held her tightly to him and kissed her deeply, tasting himself in
her mouth. He moved her hair aside and whispered in her ear, "God,
woman, you are incredible," and then bit and sucked the spot behind
her ear as she writhed in his arms, the white hot chills rushing
through her body as he marked her.

	"Though E. appears to be a delightful cocksucker, I want her
luscious pussy," J. commented as he began to remove his clothing. His
cock was already hard and oozing precum. J. moved to stand right in
front of E.'s face. She could clearly see the drops of precum
glistening on his cock. She licked her lips as she let out a small
whimper. Though she had just swallowed R's cum, she so badly wanted to
taste J. J. smiled down at her.

	"What do you want E.? Tell me," J. said as E. flushed
scarlet, and her breathing quickened.

	"I... I... want to taste your cock, Sir,... just for a
minute?" E. moaned. J. laughed and drew her head to his hard cock.
She licked the precum from the head and shaft and then took him deeply
into her throat, moaning as she felt her juices start to flow again.
Her clit was throbbing, so hot did it make her to taste him. J.'s
taste mixed with R.'s in her mouth. Abruptly, he pulled her head from
him and ordered her onto her hands and knees. He slowly put the head
of his cock into her dripping pussy and then pulled it out and began
to rub it back and forth over her slit. E. was whimpering, trying to
get J. to put his cock deep inside her.

	"Beg me, E. and do not call me Sir, call me Master," J.
commanded. E. could only moan. Not since S. had she called a man
Master. Sir she could deal with but Master implied a serious
commitment. She wanted to be fucked so badly, and she knew she should
not disobey but she could not bring herself to call him Master. His
slap on her ass rang out in the room. E. shrieked and tried to move
away as his hand came down again on her ass, hard and swiftly, he
spanked her ten times. She kept still for the last 7 blows, knowing it
was of no use to try to get away, her body on fire, every nerve ending
feeling the white heat of his touch. He pulled her up and half dragged
her to the mirror. The other men followed.

	"Look at the marks on your ass, the hand prints I have left
there," J. said. E. looked at the marks and moaned, her knees
buckling, her head spinning, so intoxicated the sight made her. He
ordered her down to her hands and knees. They were facing the mirror,
she could see herself, and him behind her.

	"Now, E. beg your Master to fuck you," J. commanded. E.
hesitated only for a second and then began to plead with him...
"Please, please, fuck me, please fuck me... MASTER," she wailed. He
plunged his cock deep into her cunt. She moaned as she rocked back
onto his hard staff. He began to fuck her with deep hard strokes,
pulling her back by her long thick hair, so her back was arched. She
bucked against him, moaning wildly. She could feel her orgasm
building, the energy rising through her body. She begged him to stroke
faster, harder and just as she was about to cum, he bit the back of
her neck, sending her over the edge, screaming, tears streaming down
her face with the intensity of her own orgasm. She came quickly again
as she felt him cum deep inside her, her pussy pulsating and milking
his cock. He moaned, a deep moan starting from his toes and moving
through his body out his mouth, so he sound like some wild beast in
the jungle shouting his battle cry, proclaiming his ownership over
this bitch in heat.

	J. slowly withdrew from E.'s pussy and turned her to kiss him.
The kiss was deep, intense, bruising her lips. She shuddered against
him. "We ought to applaud that performance, J," A. teased. "You are
quite a beast - but now, it's my turn, and I thank you for leaving me
one as yet unopened orifice," E. kneeled on the floor, still shaking.
A. quickly stripped off his clothing. His hard cock in her face.

	"You will not taste me before I take your ass. Afterwards,
when I have cleaned up, then you will taste me. Is that understood?"

	"Yes, Sir," E. answered quietly.

	"You may call me Sir now, but by the time I am finished with
your ass, you will be moaning Master," R. handed A. the container of
lubricant and A. slowly stroked it onto his now rock hard cock. He
gently began to work the lubricant into E's asshole, first one finger,
then with two. E. moaned as he did this and pushed back onto his
fingers. She could feel the burning heat race through her body. A.
slowly pushed his cock deep into her asshole. He moaned as he entered
her. E. let out a long deep growl and pushed back farther onto his
cock until he was buried completely inside her. He began to fuck her
ass, slowly with long deep strokes as she moaned beneath him. He moved
one hand under her and began to run his fingers around her clit. She
gasped and pushed harder back onto his cock, feeling the fire, the
intensity that could not be equaled by any other act. She heard her
disembodied voice from somewhere in the distance

	"Please, Master, please, fuck my ass harder, faster, more,
please, it's so hot, god, its so hot, more... anything, just give me
more... I beg you, Master." A. began to fuck her ass harder, faster,
plunging deep into her ass as she met every stroke. She no longer
moaned but rather produced one steady deep cry as she began to shudder
as her body began to take control as she began to cum again, again the
tears flowed down her cheeks. A. plunged harder and faster into her
ass, slapping her ass as he fucked her, his fingers digging into her
ass cheeks and the flesh of her outer thighs. When he came, he
screamed as he shot his cum deep into her ass.

	A. collapsed on top of her. Both of them breathing in gasps
for a few minutes and when their breathing returned to normal, he
slowly withdrew from her hot tight ass. R. handed him a warm damp
towel and he cleaned his cock off gently.

	"Thank me, and kiss my cock in gratitude," A. commanded. E.
used her talented mouth and tongue on his cock, to thank him properly,
with a passion even R. had not seen. He pulled her head from him and
she bent her head to his feet. A. lifted her up and kissed her
deeply, gently, cradling her chin in his hand.

	"Now that she is open, we can all enjoy her. But first, let us
drink to this night and a profitable future," R. said as he poured
champagne for all. E. did not expect a glass, and it was not her place
to ask; however, R. handed her a glass.

	"Thank you, Master," E. whispered as she sipped from her
glass.

	"Lie down with your legs spread and your arms above you, E,"
R. said. E. set aside her glass and did as she was told. She gasped as
she felt the ice cold champagne dribble onto her steaming pussy. J.
lowered his head between her thighs and began to suck and lick the
champagne from her pubic hair, her full lips and then began to run his
tongue around her clit. E. moaned and began to writhe.

	R. took a mouthful of champagne and then sucked her left
nipple into his mouth. E. gasped as he swirled his tongue and the
champagne around her nipple. A. bent down and kissed her deeply,
passing his champagne from his mouth to hers. E moaned into A.'s mouth
as J continued to suck on her clit, R. to suck harder on her nipple.
Her body writhed as she tried to fuck J.'s face... her mind focused
only on the feeling of three tongues, mouths on her body... J. sucked
harder on her clit, and slowly slipped three fingers into her
champagne soaked pussy. She could feel the orgasm building, beginning
in her toes. As she was about to cum... they all stopped. E. moaned,
her head shaking wildly, tossing her mane of her over her face.

	"Stay there and stay still," R. said, "we will attend to you
in a few minutes, meanwhile, revel in the knowledge that we are in
control of your body, we alone can provide or withhold release," E.
moaned, whimpered but lay still as the men sipped another glass of
champagne and talked more business.

	E. lay there for a long while, fighting the desire to make
herself cum by clenching and unclenching her thighs... She knew she
could not do so silently and that the men would be very upset were she
to disobey orders. Her body was at a fever pitch, every nerve ending
alive and craving release. Every so often, one of the men would stroke
her or pinch her, just to keep her aroused and on the edge of orgasm.
After a while, R. ran his hands between her thighs, barely rubbing her
clit. E. moaned - a long tortured cry.

	"Don't move, E," R. said and continued to stroke her from clit
to asshole, long but very light strokes, his fingers barely touching
her. E. struggled inside, trying to obey R.'s order not to move, but
she couldn't help herself, her body rose to meet the strokes of his
hand to try to make more contact with his fingers, just a little more,
so she could cum. R. stopped stroking her, raising her face so her
eyes would meet his.

	"You disobeyed me, E. Now I will punish you. Get on your knees
and bend over this ottoman," R. commanded. E. whimpered as she moved
herself to the ottoman. A. moved in front of E. so he could watch her
face. J. stood next to her. She could feel R. behind her. E. began to
shake, frightened of what was to come, she feared the pain as well as
the humiliation of this public punishment.

	"Hand me the paddle, J." J. handed R. a black leather paddle.
"How many strokes do you think she deserves?" R asked.

	"Why not stroke her until her ass is scarlet?" A asked.

	"Good idea. Now E. you will first kiss the paddle and then you
will lie still as I paddle your delectable ass. You will not try to
avoid the strokes. If you do, I assure you, the punishment will be far
more severe. Is that understood?"

	"Yes, Master," E. whimpered. R. presented the paddle to E.'s
lips. E kissed the paddle fully, sucking the handle into her mouth. A.
smiled as she did this.

	"A slut even when about to be punished, a true slave, isn't
that right E?" A. asked.

	"Yes, Master," E. whispered. E.'s body tightened as she
anticipated the first stroke of the paddle. She knew that if she were
relaxed the stroke would hurt less, but she could not control the
tightening of her body, the fear of the pain. R. gently rubbed the
paddle on her ass cheeks. E. shivered. R. brought the paddle back. E.
could hear the rush of the air as he brought it down towards her ass
and then stopped it right above her ass. E. did not move, merely
whimpered. Then R. began to paddle her ass in earnest. E. jumped as
she felt the pain of the first stroke. The paddle made a loud crack
when it hit her ass. R. continued to paddle her ass as she moaned,
cried. The stinging pain turned into a burning pain as her ass began
to redden. After about 15 strokes, R. stopped and slid his fingers in
between E.'s legs. Her cunt was dripping wet.

	"So, you like the paddle do you? Your body betrays you. J. A.
feel how wet she is," R. mocked her. J and A slid a finger each into
her wet pussy. A. slid his finger out of her, covered in her juices
and brought it to her lips. "Taste yourself, E. taste the evidence of
your submission." E. greedily sucked all of her juices from A.'s
finger. R. began to paddle her again. E. moaned loud, began to scream
from the pain of the paddle on her tender ass cheeks.

	"Gag her, will you A.?"

	"Certainly," A replied and then pushed his hard cock into E.'s
mouth. E. sucked A deeply, furiously as R. paddled her ass. R.
continued to paddle her until the stitching from the leather paddle
left a distinct imprint on her scarlet ass. Abruptly, R. stopped and
spread E.'s thighs wide. He ran his hand over her burning ass cheeks
as he pushed his hard thick cock deep into her sopping pussy. E.
moaned loudly around A.'s cock. Her ass hurt and burned with each
stroke of R.'s cock but that only made the pleasure heighten. J. stood
next to E. and stroked his cock as he watched her being fucked in
mouth and pussy.

	"Why not move her on top of you R. so I can get into her ass?"
J suggested after a few minutes of watching.

	"Good idea," R. withdrew quickly from E.'s pussy. She gasped
at the empty feeling. He lay down on the floor and lifted E. on top of
him, impaling her on his stiff cock. E. continued to suck A.'s cock,
long deep strokes, feeling him so deep in her throat that it was hard
for her to breath. J. lubricated his cock and then gently pushed it
into E.'s hot tight asshole. Her whole body shook as she felt him push
deeper and deeper. All three holes were filled now, for the first time
in E.'s life. It felt incredible, so intense, so alive.

	E. could feel herself ready to cum as all three men pumped
into her in rhythm. Her body began to convulse as she came, moaning
around A's cock, R.'s cock deep in her cunt, J's cock deep in her ass.
They continued to fuck her, slapping her ass, grabbing her hair,
squeezing her nipples. E. just kept cumming, one long orgasm, her body
out of control. A. began to cum, deep in her throat and she eagerly
swallowed his cum. He withdrew slowly from her mouth knowing that the
others wanted to have E. swallow their cum as well. J. withdrew from
her ass and then moved to her mouth, the first spurt of cum landing on
her face, the rest in her mouth and throat as she greedily sucked
every drop from him.

	He collapsed next to her. R. lifted her off of him and pulled
her by the hair to his cock. She swallowed him whole, sucking the cum
from him as she came again. The taste of the three men in her mouth
intoxicated her. They all tasted so good, and so different. She was
high on the taste of them. Her body still convulsing even after R.
had withdrawn from her mouth. She used her fingers to scoop the last
of J.'s cum from her face and eagerly sucked them clean. Each of the
men kissed her deeply, tenderly.

	E. was still on her knees, breathing returning to normal.
"Look at her," R. said, "she is glowing. God, she is gorgeous." The
other two men agreed. J. offered E. a glass of champagne. E. took it
gratefully and drank it down quickly.

	"In a moment, you may shower and then dress. We will report to
S. how well you served us and you will be generously rewarded. But
first we wish to know how you feel now." R. said.

	"I feel... I feel completely amazed, wonderful, fully owned
and open, Masters," E replied.

	"E. you are quite remarkable, a true slave and an incredibly
open woman. You should be proud of yourself. You have pleased us
greatly," A. said.

	E. blushed a deep red. "I am glad I have pleased you," E.
said.

	"Go shower now," J. said and as E. rose he slapped her ass so
that she gasped. "Lest you forget," J. said and he smiled, his eyes
dancing as watched E. walk away. E. entered the bathroom and turned
the shower on hot. She waited a moment for the water to heat up and
then got under the steaming spray. The water was luxurious on her sore
body, loosening the muscles.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Meeting (FMMM, mdom, oral, anal, conslut [2/2]
Date: 13 Oct 1995 21:50:14 GMT

			     The Meeting
			       Part Two

	E. entered the bathroom and turned the shower on hot. She
waited a moment for the water to heat up and then got under the
steaming spray. The water was luxurious on her sore body, loosening
the muscles, caressing her bruised flesh. E. smiled as she lathered
herself with the sweet smelling soap. S. would be quite pleased with
her. She was quite pleased with herself. She wondered if she would
ever see any of these men again. She hoped that she would, however,
she thought she might prefer to see them one at a time. She felt she
had done well, but also that she could serve one man better when all
her energy could be concentrated on him. She began to hum softly to
herself as she rinsed the soap from her body.

	Fresh and clean, E. stepped from the steaming shower and
slowly toweled herself dry. She moaned as the towel scraped over the
bruises a rush of pleasure/pain coursed through her. She could hear
the men talking in the other room, but didn't pay much attention to
them. Her clothes were hanging on a hook in the bathroom. She dressed
slowly, taking her time to make sure she looked just right. After a
few minutes, she emerged from the bathroom, smelling of "Obsession"
and honey dust. E. walked to the table where the men were talking and
kneeled on the floor, head down, eyes lowered, arms up high behind her
back, thighs spread wide as the dress would allow, to await their
bidding.

	"My, my... Lord have mercy, don't you look a sight!" Robert
exclaimed and the others laughed heartily. "Really, E. you do look
gorgeous, decked out like that and on your knees." R. leaned down and
pulled her head back by her thick curls, and kissed her deeply, his
tongue on hers making her sigh in pleasure. A. walked a slow circle
around her where she kneeled. He reached into her dress and pinched
her right nipple until it became taught between his fingers. J. sat
back and watched as the flush spread over E.'s face.

	"Well, we must get going, but E. you can rest assured that we
will give S. a glowing report. You may stand now and kiss us all
goodbye. We will see you again, I'm sure," A. said. E. stood and
walked over to R. her hands going around his neck and pulling his face
to hers. She kissed him deeply, aggressively, sucking his tongue deep
into her mouth. He returned the kiss, his hands on her ass, squeezing
until she moaned in his mouth. She then walked over to A. and before
she could put her arms about him, he trapped them and pushed them up
high behind her back. A. kissed her roughly, his tongue raping her
mouth, and then, still holding her arms with one hand, he gripped her
by the hair, bent her head back exposing her throat and kissed her
throat, biting and sucking until she was moaning and squirming in his
grasp. Abruptly, he let her go, smiling at the look of surprise on her
face.

	"Soon, E. we will meet again," he said, "And now gentlemen,
and lady, I must leave. Take care, all." A. embraced the men and then
left the room. "I, too, must be on my way. I will talk to you later,
J." R. slapped E.'s ass quickly and then left the room.

	"It seems, we have the opportunity to say our goodbyes in
private," J. mused while looking at E. hungrily.

	"Before we leave, I have a proposition for you," J. said,
taking E. in his arms and stroking her breasts lightly.

	"And what is that?" E. inquired.

	"I have a woman that I wish you to meet. She is bisexual, and
quite hot, but not yet sure of her submissiveness. What I propose, is
that I set the two of you up and then join you. I will dominate you,
but I wish you to dominate her. She needs to be put in her place, so
to speak. What say you?" J. asked.

	"Your will is my life," E. replied, the phrase known to few
men was recognized instantly by J. and he smiled. "Good, then I shall
call you tomorrow when it is set up. The two of you will meet tomorrow
night. I've no doubt that she will want you. Just let it come
naturally, I will take care of the rest," J. said.

	"Ok, I await your word, Master," E. replied and smiled. J.
took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly, slowly increasing the
pressure of his lips on hers, his tongue exploring her mouth. She
moaned as he drank the breath from her and returned it with his own.
His hands roamed her body, kneading the flesh, stroking with
fingertips, then nails, pinching, lightly touching her all over until
she moaned steadily under his touch. He slipped his hand between her
thighs. She parted them readily. He stroked her wet pussy, feeling the
heat, collecting her juices on his fingertips as they brushed her
clit. Her body trembled. He brought his fingers to her lips and they
both sucked her juices from them, then kissed deeply, her taste
mingling with the taste of the cigarettes, champagne, lips and tongue.

	He lowered her to the floor, removing her dress as he did so
until she was kneeling in front of him. He unzipped his pants and let
them fall to the ground, stepping out of them quickly. She took his
already hard cock in her hand, bringing it to her lips, she savored
the taste of the precum collected at the tip before swallowing it deep
into her throat. She moaned as she began to suck him. God he tasted so
good. She was totally engrossed in the feel of his cock in her mouth,
the smooth skin covering the hard pulsing of his cock. The sweet musky
smell of him filled her nostrils, intoxicating her as she sucked
harder, faster, burying her nose in his pubic hair with each stroke.

	She moved to suck his balls, softly nuzzling them. He turned
around and she parted his ass cheeks, pressing her face between them,
pushing her tongue as deep into his sweet asshole as she could. She
licked his asshole, fucking it with her tongue, loving the taste of
him, the smell of him, the sound of his moans. She could feel the
juices running down her thighs and brought one hand between her legs,
began stroking her hot pussy, her pulsing clit as she licked him,
tongue deeper into his asshole, sucking on his asshole.

	She was so close to cumming, stroking her clit, her mons. He
turned quickly and pushed her head down onto his already spurting cock
and she came, moaning as she swallowed down every bit of his sweet
thick cum. Her body shaking, as wave after wave of pleasure coursed
through her. She licked the last drops of cum from his body and
sighed. He lifted her to the couch, cradling her in his arms and
kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her lips, in her mouth. They
slept there for a while, wrapped in each others arms.

	They woke as the sun was setting. He got up and made the call
to his other lady friend, M. She agreed to meet E. the following night
at the hotel bar. J. arranged for the room for the next couple of
nights.

	"You don't mind, do you? We will go to the shops tomorrow and
get you something new to wear," J. said.

	"No, as I said, your will is my life," E. replied and J. just
kissed her deeply.

	J. leaned over and picked up the phone and ordered dinner from
room service. "Put on my robe, E. We wouldn't want the poor boy to
have a heart attack." E. laughed and went to dress.