Good Girl Ch. 07: Business Trip

With surprising ease, he grabbed my ass and hoisted me up.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck

He was stronger than he looked. His legs were steady as he carried me effortlessly to his cabin.

I was kissing his neck and begging for his cock as he laid me on his bed.

With my legs still clinging to his waist, he slid back inside me and I cried out with pleasure.

I woke in the morning, naked and alone in his bed.

I wrapped a towel around my chest and went up to the top deck.

Mommy and Ceasar were talking at the back of the yacht. The speedboat was tied to the cleats waiting to return us to shore.

She had my bikini and cover-up in the bag she carried. I dressed beside them in they mid-morning light. Deck hands watched from the windows above.

I hoped they got to see the show last night too.

I had heard Ceasar and Mommy talking as I dressed. He wanted to keep me for the week and fly me back alone.

She refused him. She said there were things planned that couldn't be cancelled.

I was hugging him around his waist as Mommy offered, "I could send her to you for a week in early spring. You could dump as many loads as you want in her then."

She had a wicked mouth when the she was feeling playful.

I teased the tip of his growing bulge.

"We don't have time right now, slut. We have to get back to our room," she said.

He conceeded reluctantly and we climbed into the speedboat.

"Thank you for the boat ride, Ceasar," I called out as we idled away.

She looked up toward the sun deck, gave a sly smile, and bit her lip slightly.

I knew what she saw before I looked. Captain Roberts was standing stoicly in his white uniform.

"Where did she sleep last night?" I wondered.

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We arrived at the docks just a little past noon and Alex was waiting outside the car. He brought me a change of clothes.

I removed my cover-up and slipped the dress over my bikini. But, not before I gave Alex a good look at my ass.

Alex was ever a professional. I had been working on him since the car ride from the airport. Flirty looks, light touches to his arms and stomach, kisses on his cheek. I couldn't crack him.

I wanted his dick but I would settle for a grope, a flirt, or even an inappropriate comment. He gave me nothing and still I was undeterred.

Back at the hotel suite, we ordered room service and took a proper shower.

The yacht's accommodations were lavish, but a shower on a boat is not the same.

I took a long steamy shower, washing my hair and cleaning deeply.

The salty air was drying my skin out so I applied lotion from my neck down.

I stepped out into the bedroom naked and slippery as I was patting my hair dry.

Mistress Sorina was standing in the center of the room helping Mommy dress.

When she saw me, she held me by the chin and began examining me like a show dog.

She made me nervous even with Mommy present.

Beyond the fact that she towered over me, there was coldness about her.

She rubbed her fingers between my legs where my little balls had been.

"The little maid has been gelded at last. Very good," she said.

She stepped back and then to my sides as she investigated my new breasts.

"Dr. Laura's work, Mistress?" she asked Mommy. "I may want to see her myself."

Mistress Sorina fastened a black lace choker necklace around Mommy's neck It had black pearls and crystals that draped down her chest. She wore an emerald green evening gown with a lace bodice and a very high leg slit. She was absolutely stunning.

She said to Mistress Sorina, "I can't wait to hear how tonight goes. I'll message you when I'm on my way back."

"Yes, ma'am," Mistress replied.

Mommy turned to me before she left and instructed, "Be a very good girl for Miss Sorina. I'll see you later tonight."

When she left the room, Mistress lifted a garment bag she brought with her and said, "Let's get you dressed, slut."

"Where are we going?" I asked with excitement.

She sat the garment bag back down on the bed and spoke in a disturbingly sweet tone, "Princess, open the balcony door."

A chill ran up my back and I did as instructed.

The breeze from the balcony lifted the curtains for a moment.

Faint voices could be heard on nearby balconies.

When I turned she was seated in a chair nearby.

"Come," she barked.

As I approached, she yanked me over her knees by my arm.

Her pointed finger nails ran up the back of my thighs and caressed by bare butt.

"Fuck-toys don't have questions. They're mouths are for speaking when they are told, sucking what they are told, and swallowing when they are told," she said wickedly.

The first swat on my ass was loud and I felt a flush of heat build in my backside.

"Mistress told you to be a good girl tonight," she said before the second swat.

Another stinging swat.

"That means you do what you're told, when you are told," she scolded.

My ass was starting to burn. I felt my eyes begin to water.

"If I have to correct you again, I will cuff your hands behind your back and leave you tied to a streetlamp in the park with a sign that reads: Public cumdump, pick a hole and make a deposit."

"You may be a cock-hungry cumslut now, but just wait until you've been out there a few days, covered in dried cum, and all the vagrants have had a couple turns in you."

She began spanking my ass until tears rolled down my cheeks. My cries echoed out from the balcony.

When she felt I had enough she pushed me off her lap and I collapsed to the floor.

"Now that we set expectations, let's get you dress, slut," she said.

"Yes, ma'am," I whispered as I rose to my feet.

From the garment bag she pulled out an assortment of items. None of it looked like clothing, except for a pair of pink, backless panties and a bikini top.

The rest of it was soft pink leather straps. I could see rose gold studs, buckles and rings along the length of many straps.

She tossed me the panties and top, "Put them on."

The bottoms were a pair of backless, lacey pink panties.

In the back, I was almost completely bare with only a waist belt and two thin straps running down under my butt and between my legs.

The top was a triangle bikini made of the same color lace fabric as the bottoms.

The cups pushed my tits together and I loved the cleavage that formed.

"Those will get the dirty, old men hard tonight," she said as she noticed the attention I was giving myself.

She held out a framework of the pink leather straps and told me where to put my legs through. As she pulled the straps up my thighs, I realized it was a garter belt.

She locked the three leather belt straps high around my waist. The leg straps sit snug on my upper thigh and connected to three waist belts in the front and sides by nylon straps.

She handed me a miniature crop top that was little more than just sleeves. It was made of an elastic material and stretched as I squeezed into it.

The top covered only my shoulders down to my collarbone and had a crew neck collar. My tits stuck out below it - the fabric stopped well short of my cleavage.

Around my neck she fastened a collar of the same pink leather as the harness.

It had rose gold colored studs with a cute bow in the front above a metal ring.

Around my wrists she locked pink leather cuffs.

She commanded me to sit in the chair from which she had just punished me. My ass was still hurting. The fabric against my backside made my raw skin burn.

It reminded me of her words: speaking when I'm told, sucking what I'm told, and swallowing when I'm told.

I wasn't going to make the mistake of speaking out of turn with Mistress Sorina again.

She placed a pair of high heel, platform boots at my feet. They were a slightly tight fit of the soft pink leather and made my toes point like a ballerina.

Once both were on my feet, she locked them around my ankles.

She stood me up and the top of my head was almost even with her shoulders. I had become natural at walking in heels during my recovery, but these took some adjustment.

I could not take full strides and I realized that may be the point. I was hobbled in my locked boots.

She walked me to the vanity, tied my hair into a high ponytail with a ribbon, and began to put make-up on me.

I didn't know what to expect. Mistress Sorina wore little make-up aside from her fiery red lipstick and mascara.

I quickly found that she was very skilled. She applied a smokey eyeshadow, black eyeliner, and thick mascara.

She then coated my lips in my favorite lip gloss: high gloss pale peach with a metallic shimmer. My plump, candy lips begged for cock.

"On your feet, bitch," she ordered.

I stood and she held out a long caramel-colored coat with a white feathered collar and cuffs. I slipped my arms into it and she tied it shut around my waste.

From under the coat, all you could see of my attire was my collar and boots. But, they revealed all anyone would need to know at a glance.

She took my hand and walked me out of the suite and down the hall toward the elevator.

A group of four men in their thirties had just stepped off onto our floor and were walking toward us. They looked like they might have been part of a bachelor party. It was obvious they had been drinking.

As we walked toward them, we had their full attention.

The contrast between Mistress and I was striking. She was tall, walked with a confident stride, and dressed in dark black. She wore tight, black leggings that had a wet look. They revealed the muscles in her powerful, long legs which were made even longer by the stiletto heels. Under a short, black leather peplum jacket, she wore a black leather overbust corset.

They stared as we approached.

In passing, Mistress loudly said to me, "Come along, Princess. We have to find cocks for you to suck."

Her bawdy remark had a good effect. The men stopped in their tracks and began commenting.

One of them shouted down the hall, "We could help you with that!"

Pulling me into the elevator, Mistress lifted the back of my coat to show the men my raw, bright pink ass.

They were standing at the door across the hall from our suite.

"If you are around tonight when we get back, you can take turns with her," she said as the door closed.

She gave my ass another quick smack which reignited the burn.

"I hope they don't mind sloppy seconds," she laughed.

Alex was our driver for the evening. I was happy to see him and I let it show.

He opened the door for me and I kissed his cheek as usual.

We were about twenty minutes into our ride when Mistress asked Alex, "What do you do when you aren't driving?"

"When I have time, I read or get flight time to maintain my pilots license," he said.

"How about the two of you?" he asked.

"Sweet Jasmine here likes to suck limo driver cock," she laughed.

Almost every word from her red lips was wickedly naughty. I feared and admired her.

I caught Alex's stare in the rearview mirror and held it until he looked away.

He shifted in his seat a little.

I wondered if she just cracked him for me. All my effort and she may have done it with one comment.

"I'll have that man in me before we leave Miami," I thought.

Alex pulled up to a large black gate, rolled down his window, and spoke with a man outside.

The attendant granted us entrance and the gate opened before us.

Alex pulled through and continued down a long drive lined with palms lit from the bottom.

It was large three story stone residence with large stone columns in the front. Stairs led up to large wooden doors.

Few lights could be seen inside the mansion and it appeared that nobody was home. However, the parked cars indicated otherwise.

Lining the last hundred feet of the long driveway and the circle drive in front of the house, were a couple dozen luxury vehicles.

It appeared we were the last guests to arrive.

Alex pulled the up and help us out of the car.

When we got to the bottom step, Mistress attached a chain leash to my collar and locked my wrist restraints together behind my back. Then, she lead me up the stairs.

A young woman in a black evening dress greeted us at the entrance, said, "Good evening, Mistress. The guests are assembled in the parlor."

The woman did not acknowledge my presence - not even a glance in my direction. I was an just an accessory on the arm of this commanding domme.

"Please, lead the way, " Mistress said.

We followed her down a hallway deeper into the mansion.

Beyond closed French doors, the murmur of a small crowd could be heard.

She opened the door before us to a dimly lit parlor room.

The parlor had red walls which were accented with elaborately decorated, black suede chesterfield panels.

As we entered the room, the murmur died and the gaze of the crowd was upon us. The guests parted as Mistress walked me to the right side of the room.

A small three-foot high stage stood in the middle with a center pillar running up to the tall ceiling. Mistress removed my long coat, ushered me onto the stage, and locked the ankle cuffs of my heels to a chain on the stage floor.

She dropped the leash, pulled off my bra, and walked away leaving me topless. The leash chain dangled between my bare breasts.

Two angled spotlights came on above me. The only source of bright light in the darkened room.

There were approximately twenty or thirty guests in the parlor and I could see several more on the patio. The bright light above me made it difficult for me to see far beyond my stage.

Mistress disappeared into the crowd and I was left on display for them.

Around the immediate stage, I could see groups, couples, and single men stopping to examine the evenings entertainment.

I saw dommes and subs amongst the the passersby. I couldn't make out their faces in the lights, but I could see my audience from the chest down.

Most guests were dressed in elegant, rich evening clothes. Fewer were wearing black fetish and bondage gear.

Mistress Sorina returned about twenty minutes later. Or, had it been an hour? I lost track of time in the disorienting lights.

She stepped up on the stage and took my leash as an attendant unlocked me from the floor shackles.

She leaned into my ear and, above the bass of the party music, said, "Showtime, princess."

As we stepped of the stage, I was lead to the other side of the room. My eyes never had time to fully adjust but I could see that the attendees were all dressed darkly.

I alone looked like a bubblegum candy wrapper in my soft pink slut-wear.

The crowd made way as we moved across the room. My steps were small and dainty as I hobbled along in my locked heels. My wrists remained bound at my back.

We reached a clearing in the crowd. In the center was a black door. Positioned on the walls on both sides of the door were a grid of large television screens.

My eyes strained to see our destination but I was still blinded from the spotlights.

The door opened to a pitch black room. Mistress pushed me inside and commanded me to kneel.

Just beyond the door, I felt a soft pillow under my knees. I couldn't make out the edges of the room, but it felt small. I quickly realized I was in a booth.

Mistress held my heels and shackled my ankle cuffs to the floor again. Then, she closed the door.

I sat in complete darkness for a few minutes. I could hear the audience and music muffled through the walls.

Moments later, a soft white light came on in the ceiling of the booth. My prison walls, floor and ceiling were black painted wood.

Cameras were pointing at me from corners of the tiny room.

There were holes cut in the middle of the left and right walls.

I knelt and waited for the first cock to appear.

From behind me, I heard movement on the exterior wall of the booth. I spun around as long semi-erect cock slid through the hole.

The cock was cut with a perfectly shaped head. It was hanging curved slightly to the floor of the booth.

It was smooth, like it was cut from white granite.

"Showtime, princess," I heard her voice in my head.

I leaned forward and licked the head with my tongue. Then I licked the length of it from balls to tip.

My mouth was salivating as he slid past my candy pink lips. I began to suck him slowly with deep strokes.

Once I had him completely wet, I took him deep in my throat. The crowd stirred and I went to work.

Soon, my pace quickened and I was throating the granite monolith.

His head swelled and became rock hard against my tongue. I pulled back and shortened my strokes as he erupted on my tongue.

He filled my mouth completely. He has a salty, slightly sweet flavor. I opened wide to show the camera, swallowed, and stuck out my tongue.

I could hear the crowd approve.

Another cock had already appeared in the opposite hole. It was thicker, but a little shorter than the first. He could reach my throat but not long enough to swallow him.

This cock was already fully erect. It angled slightly toward the ceiling. I spat on the head and started sucking him hard and fast. He didn't last long before jets of come piled on my tongue.

I stuck it out to show the camera my reward and then swallowed him down.

I turned around to the third cock already waiting for me. A powerful black viper was waiting to be service. I thought of Lucas and felt my bikini bottoms become slippery wet.

I spent some time savoring this one, Imaging that Lucas was on the other side of the wall.

I wasn't in a rush to make him cum. His cock was an alter and I was prepared to worship it.

I gave it a long tongue bath, licking it's length from different angles. Then teased him, by flicking my tongue along his tight frenulum.

He started to leak a string of pre-cum. I leaned down and caught it in my mouth.

The head of his cock was glistening with my spit as I wrapped my lips around it. I swirled my tongue around his head as I bobbed on it slowly.

Drool began to slide down his dark black meat and drip on the floor. I took him to the back of my throat and started to fuck my mouth with long strokes.

My pace doubled and I got into a rhythm. A few minutes later I felt thick ropes of cum coat the roof of my mouth. Cum backed up and ran down my chin. An applause from the crowd.

I spun to greet the next cock, it was shorter but thicker at the base slightly tapering toward the head. It pointed almost straight to the ceiling. I would need to get my mouth above this one.

I moved toward it when I heard a knock behind me.

A long cock with a big mushroom shaped head protruded straight through the hole. It was slick with lube and could see the shimmer in the soft white light. I took the hint.

I raised my ass and offered myself to it slowly until I felt the tip hit my hole. As I took the cock before me into my mouth, I rocked back and impaled myself on the mushroom head.

I worked myself back until my ass pressed against the hole in the wall, the mystery cock began to fuck me.

The man in my mouth came first. I thought he has finished ejaculating when I pulled my mouth away, but one last shot caught my lips.

Cum dripped from my chin as the mushroom head pumped a load into me. More approval from the crowd.

The booth was silent after the last cock bred me. I kneeled waiting for my next customer. Minutes passed and then the lights went dark.

I heard someone remove the lock on the door. As it opened, I saw Mistress Sorina in the entrance.

She reached in and unlocked my shackles. I kept my gaze low.

I wanted to earn her approval so she would tell Mommy what a good girl I had been tonight.

Then I heard the sound of porn coming from a speaker on my right. I heard moans and wet sounds - the sounds of some whore getting fucked hard.

Suddenly there was cheering and whistling from the speaker.