My Sex Slave
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THERE WERE A LOT of other things to talk about, and we did. We settled purchase terms. I wasn’t entirely happy about the way she negotiated that deal. I’d pay into her account $500 the first month she was with me, $400 the second month, and on down to zero in six months. The total would be only $1500 and would be placed in savings against the time that she might need it. Judy was estranged from her parents but was still close to a little sister she wanted to talk to. I encouraged that.
And that brought up another issue.
“My real name isn’t Judy,” she said. “That’s just what I use at the shop.”
“Judy seems like an unusual stage name.”
“Marcella told me I needed a nickname and I’m not very creative. My real name is Judith. Frankly, I think that sounds like a much better slave name than Judy, if you don’t mind, Master.”
“Hmm. Judith. I like that. As long as I don’t end up like Holofernes.”
“Who’s that?”
“Oh. Um… There’s, like, some unofficial Bible books and the Book of Judith is one of them. There were Assyrian invaders and Holofernes was the general of the army. Judith ingratiated herself with him and when the time was right, she cut his head off. She was considered a hero.”
“Are you, like, religious? Am I getting into a cult of some sort?” she asked. It was the first time she’d shown real doubt about our relationship.
“Naw. It was in an art appreciation course I took a long time ago. The instructor showed us the picture and then told the story. The piece I saw was by a female artist of the Baroque period. Pretty gruesome,” I said.
“Okay. I’m kind of allergic to religion. That’s why my parents sent me away. They’re into it big time.”
And on it went until we were headed to her apartment to drop her off. Only I didn’t go to her apartment. I turned out into the country where I knew of a deserted backroad. I’d gone parking there when I was a teen. I pulled out of sight from the county road and parked.
“What? Where are we?” she asked. She was just beginning to realize I had her all alone in a lonely place.
“Judith, this is a pickup. If you want to ride me to the stars, get out of the car and strip. It’s time to make a decision. I’ll be the one who decides things from now on. I want a test drive. And it better be a good one.”
“Oh, my God! You… Really…” She jumped out of the car and began removing her shorts and the bits of string that made up her bikini. By the time I got to the other side of the car, she was naked. “Master, may I suck you?” she asked as she fell to her knees on the gravel. That had to hurt but she wasn’t paying any attention to that. She already had my belt unfastened and my zipper down.
“Yes. Here. Put this under your knees,” I said as I handed her the blanket I’d retrieved from the back seat. “I’m probably going to want to kiss them later and I’d rather they weren’t bloody.”
“Yes, Master.” I don’t know how she managed to position the blanket with one hand and her mouth already on my cock. And that mouth was as good as it looked. This babe could suck the chrome off a ’57 Cadillac. And that’s a lot of chrome. She had me ready to go in seconds. There was no time for me to warn her or to give her any further instructions. I just started firing in her mouth. She drove down on my cock and took the next few spurts straight down her throat. Then she set about making sure I didn’t get soft. I reached down and stroked her hair and her shoulders. I was deep in her mouth again in another second.
“Get up and bend over the hood of the car,” I said. “I need to feel this pussy. I hope it’s wet.”
“It’s wet, Master!” She jumped up and bent over the car. Those buns! I was definitely going to enjoy this.
I tested to be sure she was as wet as she said. I’m not heartless, I just needed to make sure she was as compliant under the real conditions as she had seemed all week. I don’t think she could possibly get wetter than what I was feeling. Her pussy was bare and the result was so slippery, I couldn’t wait any longer. I stepped up behind her and sank into that weeping pussy until my stomach was pressing flat up against her butt. Oh, yes! I grabbed her hips and started pounding into her, thankful that she’d taken the edge off with her mouth.
I’d moved in and intended to live here. She kept driving back to meet my thrusts as I manhandled her butt. I reached around her and found her clit. Her juices were soon soaking my fingers and she ramped up for a huge orgasm as I beat her clit with my fingers.
“Oh, God! Yes!” she cried. “Give it to me. I want your come. Make me your slave!” Her climax tightened her channel on my cock, but I wasn’t ready to unload yet. I caught another gush of her juices on my fingers and pulled back enough that I could get at her asshole with them. “Yes, yes, yes! Do it!” she cheered as I sank a finger into her buttery bottom. “Take me. Take me every way you can, Master.”
That was all the encouragement I needed to let my cock slide out of her pussy and reposition it at her tight anal opening. I pressed gently to ease myself in but she would have none of that. She pushed back hard and I sank three inches straight in. She let out a mighty groan as she rocked forward and jammed herself back on my cock again and again until I was buried deep inside her. I reached up and held her tits in my hands as I rocked her back and forth on my cock. This time, there was no stopping the flood that burst out of me and into the depths of her bowels. When I’d released her clit, Judith had switched a hand down to play with herself and as I groaned out my release, she peaked again. I just stood there behind her with my hands on that beautiful butt and my cock buried to the hilt. I could feel her muscles pulsing as she came down from her high and as my own breathing abated, I could hear birds in the nearby trees.
I pulled out slowly, letting her collapse around me as she released me. I turned her around and pressed my lips against hers. They opened and our tongues tested each other for dexterity.
“Judith,” I said, “will you be my concubine?”
“Yes, Master. Yours to use as you wish.” We kissed again.
I pulled my pants up and fastened my belt. She bent to retrieve her own.
“Just toss the blanket on the seat to sit on. You won’t be needing clothes much anymore,” I said. She grinned at me and slipped into the passenger seat naked.
“You need to get anything you need for the next ten days from your apartment,” I said. “Birth control, outfits to wear to work tomorrow and Friday, sexy travel clothes, sturdy shoes and socks, favorite pillow, feminine products, makeup. I’ll come in with you to watch you pack.”
“Yes, Master. Um… Marcella will probably be home.”
“She can help you. I’ll take you to work tomorrow morning and Friday morning. Make sure to tell them you won’t be coming back for a while. We’re picking up my rig Monday morning and we’ll be out of town for at least a week.”
“Master… will you fuck me in front of Marcella? Please?” Now that shocked me. I didn’t really intend on a lot of public sex. Doing the test drive in an open field and having her ride home naked was just to make sure she was really willing to be my slave. I already had visions of some kind and loving sex later in the evening.
“We’ll see. Is there a reason?”
“She thinks I’m faking it.”
“Are you?”
“No, Master! I just want her to see that I truly belong to you.”
We pulled into a parking space in front of her building and I got out of the car. A couple walked past with a dog and nodded politely. I just stood there waiting until Judith finally opened her door. She was still naked. I wondered if she would automatically put on clothes. Instead she stood straight and stepped ahead of me.
“This way, Master.” She was deeply flushed with embarrassment but refused to rush her walk to the door and up the stairs to her apartment. Following her naked butt up the stairs was a view I intended to see often.
“Judy! You’re naked! What the hell…? Oh! It’s you!” Marcella didn’t seem to be allowing time for a response. Nor did she seem to be much more dressed than Judith. She wore cut-off sweatpants that were rolled down at the waist almost to her slit. The cropped top T-shirt showed the underside of her boobs and was torn down the front to expose the tops. Her nipples were hard and tented the T-shirt. I didn’t say a word, letting Judith handle things.
“Marcella, this is my master. I’m going to pack a few things and then we’ll be gone for a while. I’ll still work tomorrow and Friday, but then we’re off on a trip.”
“A trip? You’re eloping? A honeymoon?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Concubines don’t get married. Master, would you like a beer while I pack?”
“Yes, Judith. If it’s cold.” She quickly went to the small kitchen and got me a beer, then went into her bedroom followed closely by Marcella. Judith stopped her roommate from closing the door.
“I want to talk to you,” Marcella hissed.
“Then talk. I don’t want my master not to be able to see me. That’s why I’m naked,” Judith said. Good girl. I stood in the doorway as she grabbed a small suitcase and began loading it with sexy clothes, toiletries, and personal effects while Marcella tried to talk her out of going with me. Judith glanced at me and rolled her eyes toward Marcella. Watching the two was stimulating and I hardened in my jeans. Marcella wasn’t naked, but it was a near thing. When Judith bent over to get shoes from under the bed, I could see the open invitation by the wiggle in her butt. I unzipped my pants and strode forward to shove my cock straight into her pussy.
“Oh, my God! You’re fucking her!”
“Oh, God, yes,” I moaned. “And it’s so good.”
“But… right here in front of me?” Marcella gasped but was gripping one boob under her crop top.
“That’s what sex slaves are for. Anywhere, anytime, any hole. And she is so fucking good.” Judith had begun thrusting back at me as soon as I entered her, burying me deep as I held the luscious globes of her butt.
“Damn it! It’s not fair!” Marcella whined. Her top was now pushed fully above her big breasts and one hand was in her sweats working furiously.
“You might as well take it all off,” I said casually as I stroked in and out of Judith. “I plan to take my time in this tight little pussy. You should have plenty of time to get off.” Marcella popped her eyes wide open at me and then glanced down at her exposed boobs. In a flash she ripped her tee off and shoved her sweats down so I could see her cleanly shaved slit. She jumped on the bed and began rubbing furiously.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Marcella panted at Judith. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She was grimacing as she flogged her button and I could see her open wet passage beneath her fingers.
“Judith,” I said, pulling her back with me so she could see Marcella. “Your roommate deserves a parting gift. Put your face between her legs and help her out.” Both girls gasped and I felt Judith’s pussy clamp down on me in orgasm. She took a deep breath and dove between Marcella’s legs as I continued to pound her from behind.
“Oh, my God!” Marcella gasped. “Yes! Why didn’t we ever do this before? Lick my twat!” Marcella’s enthusiastic narration meant that I wasn’t going to last nearly as long as I anticipated. When she came, I let loose into Judith who clamped down with another of her own unending orgasms. I pulled back out of my slave and turned her to kiss me.
“Mmm. Your roommate is pretty tasty,” I said. “We should have her for dinner one night.”
“Yes, Master.” As soon as Marcella was released from Judith’s mouth, she rolled off the bed and inhaled my cock, cleaning it thoroughly.
“You both taste fine, too. Can I come with you?”
“I only have room for one sex slave,” I said. “We’ll be in touch, though.”
Judith closed her suitcase, grabbed her pillow and led me back to the car with come running down the inside of her legs.
“I’ve never done that before,” Judith said as we pulled away from the apartment. She dabbed at her crotch with a tissue.
“And…?”
“Anything for you, Master. It was fun.”
We stopped at a McDonald’s drive through and got food. The kid who handed me the bags did a little stutter step and bent down a little to see into the car. I just pulled away. It would be interesting to see how Judith responded to my little efficiency. It was about half the size of the apartment she shared with Marcella.
“Let’s eat and then you can make yourself at home. There’s plenty of room in the closet. I’ll empty a basket on the shelves for you.”
We ate and when Judith had put her clothes away, I led her to the shower. This apartment didn’t have a tub but with a little careful squeezing and rubbing, we both managed to fit in the shower. For having fucked as much as we had during the afternoon, neither of us was inclined to stop. As soon as we’d dried ourselves, we tumbled into bed and I truly took some time to just explore her body and learn everything I could about it. She responded to every touch and explored my body as well. I licked and teased her nipples and pushed her legs back so I could enter her again. This time, I wanted to be facing her, fondling her breasts, and dipping down for little kisses. We took our time and each built the other to a peak. Then she curled up next to me and fell asleep in my arms.
I had work to do, so it was a good thing she had to go to her job at ten in the morning. I dropped her off and saw Marcella give her a deep kiss when she went inside the kiosk. Then I headed over to the shop to check on my baby. My T680 had 250,000 miles on it and was in for its annual service. I trusted the guys in this shop completely.
The hood was up and what I saw looked like a new engine. This crew not only went over every bit of the sixteen-cylinder 500-horsepower engine, they also meticulously detailed everything, including degreasing the engine, cleaning and freshening the cab and bedroom, and polishing and waxing the exterior.
“Listen to this,” Ashley, the crew chief, said. I got into the passenger side of the cab and she reached down to start the powerful engine. I listened to it rumble to life. It purred. “You can pick it up tomorrow after we finish the detailing, she said. It’s ready for another 75,000 miles this year!”
“It’s been a good break, but I’m ready to get on the road again. We’ll pick it up Monday morning and head over to the terminal. I’ve got a container to pick up and take to Sacramento. It looks like I should be able to get a load from there or San Francisco or LA without a problem,” I said. “You guys always do great work. Thank you.”
My bill was ready, with everything but the final detailing done, so I paid it and instructed them to fill the tanks before I picked it up.
I booked us a hotel room downtown for Saturday and Sunday nights. I figured that I could be a little decadent for a weekend. I had a sex slave and she’d proven Thursday night that she was ready to slave away all night long if it made me happy. And it did.
But before we could take off for our luxury weekend, my efficiency needed to be empty and clean. I’d learned a long time ago not to leave anything that could spoil in the apartment, including in the refrigerator. That was why there was so little in there. Judith pitched in and the apartment had never looked so good as when we left on Saturday afternoon.
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