The Lucky Slave

"I want you to make love to me - any way you want."

"Are you really going to enjoy what we do?"

"I hope so. Kiss me. Play with my boobs. Maybe even kiss my boobs. Touch my pussy."

"That seems to be asking me to do what you think I want."

"I'm asking you to do what will feel good to me, and please you too. Please... Josh."

I lay down on the bed and pulled him toward me. It didn't take much encouragement. He rolled on me and we resumed kissing and he played with my boob some more. After a little while, he began kissing his way from my lips, down my neck, across my chest and to my boobs. He paused and looked up at me and I smiled at him.

He took the nipple of my right breast between his lips and began to kiss and suckle at it. It almost felt like he thought he'd get milk from it. I moaned and stroked his head as he made love to my boob. Honestly, neither of my previous boyfriends had been half as nice to my tits as Josh was. After a while, he moved to the left one and gave it the same treatment.

I'd been expecting Josh to simply fuck me. Instead he was making love to me, as best he could. I think I came to one orgasm before he stopped and slid down to my pussy. I held my breath as he looked at it, then looked up at me. I nodded and spread my legs as far apart as I could. He propped himself up on his elbows and took the thumbs of both hands and spread my pussy lips.

As he did, I could see my clit starting to peek out from its hiding place. I knew my pussy was wet and he easily slid a finger in me as far as he could. I moaned and pushed my hips forward. He began to finger fuck me, which felt wonderful. He wasn't savvy enough to stroke my clit, but it didn't matter. He was touching me sexually and he seemed to enjoy it.

He brought me to another orgasm and I could feel my pussy tighten around his finger. I lost myself until the orgasm passed. As I came back to awareness, Josh still had his finger deep in me and simply was staring at my pussy. He looked up at me, as though he was uncertain as to what to do. I knew what I wanted him to do, and what I needed him to do.

"Please... Josh. Take off your clothes. Get up here and put your dick in me."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. You've already made me feel better than any other guy I've been with. I want to feel you inside me, and want you to feel as good as I do."

Josh sat up and peeled off his shirt. He wasn't ripped, but was just average. He unzipped and pulled off his jeans, then sat there for a few seconds in his jockey shorts. I could see that his cock was hard in his shorts, but he looked uncertain. I smiled and nodded and he pulled down his underwear. His cock was about six inches, but even if this had been wholly voluntary, I wouldn't need more.

I held out my hands, and he put his hands in mine. I gently pulled him toward me and he got partly on me. I could feel my nipples scraping his chest. He had some chest hair, but still pretty sparse and it kind of tickled my nipples. I quickly began to kiss him and tried to move him even more on me. I guess it's weird, but he almost began to feel more like a lover than just a master that I had to fuck.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"I'm sure, and I can tell your cock wants this. Doesn't the rest of you?"

I spread my legs wide again and he got completely on me, though he propped up on his elbows so he didn't have his full body weight on me. I reached down and grabbed his prick, which made him moan. First I rubbed it against my pussy lips, then put it in my entrance and lifted my hips to get him at least part way in me. He eased forward until I felt his balls slapping me.

"I don't know if I should be doing this."

"Please, I want you. I want you to fuck me and cum in me."

"It still feels wrong."

"It feels right to me. Please, Josh."

He began to slowly fuck me. It seemed clear that he enjoyed it, but was conflicted about the fact that I was his slave. He closed his eyes and moved his hips back and forth. I wrapped my legs around him. I wanted him in me, for as long as he could manage. He was slow, but picked up speed as he got into it. He was never as hard or fast as my two previous boyfriends, but it was nice.

We had been kissing and touching, but that was forgotten. His only focus and mine as well, was his cock in my cunt. Was it my desperation to escape a worse situation than the one I was in? Maybe, but still somehow this felt better than I'd ever felt before. Josh was slow in his penetration, but I felt a power in it and loved the feel of his prick plumbing my depths.

He seemed almost to be in another world and that world was limited to his dick and my pussy. I half expected a virginal nerd to cum almost immediately, but he went for the longest time. For my part, I didn't want it to end. I could feel an orgasm coming on and felt waves of it running through my body. However experienced my other boyfriends may have been, they never made me cum during sex.

I could feel my twat grab his rod and try to hold it as I went over the top. That seemed to push Josh over as well, and I felt his cock twitch as he filled me with his cum. I had my legs wrapped around him and pulled him tight to me as we reached our respective heights of pleasure. As we came back to consciousness, he lay on me and I pulled him down to kiss him.

Josh broke the kiss and pulled back. "This was wrong."

"Why do you think it was wrong?"

"Sex should mean something."

"It meant something to me. It meant I was with someone who cared about me, cared about what happened to me, cared about making me feel good."

"But shouldn't there be more?"

"Like what?"

"Love?"

"There was more love in what we did than there was with either of the other two boys I was with."

"But I don't even know you. I don't know anything about you."

"And I don't know much about you except that your name is Josh and that you are sweet, kind, and tender. But I think that's a good start. Didn't you enjoy what we did?"

"Yes, but I feel like there was something missing."

"Maybe we can try to find what was missing."

"I don't just want a girl to have sex with. I want a girlfriend - someone to spend time with, someone to talk to, someone to go places with, and enjoy things with."

"I'd like to be that for you. Wouldn't you like me to?"

"Like I'm going to have a naked girl on a leash and have people think you're my girlfriend."

"Buy me some clothes. Something you'd like to show me off in, and forget about a leash. I'll go with you even without a leash."

"You'll still have a slave collar."

"I can't remove it. Maybe we could put a choker over it?"

"Is that really what you want?"

"I want to stay with you, and I'd love to be your girlfriend. Don't you like me? Don't you like making love to me?"

I still had my legs wrapped around him and his cock was still buried in my snatch, though it had been getting softer. Now I could feel it starting to get hard again. I giggled and squirmed my hips. Josh moaned and began to breathe harder. I pulled him back to me and kissed him. He kissed me back, then paused. He had a pained expression, even as his dick was hard again, deep in my pussy.

"What does it say about me that the only way I can get a girl is as a sex slave?"

"I didn't want to be a slave, and didn't want to be a sex slave. But I do want to be here with you, and I want you to love me."

"Is this love?"

"It's something. Why? Don't you like me? Don't you want to make love to me?"

I began to move my hips, which moved his prick in and out of my cunt. It didn't take long before he was moving in sync with me. Josh opened his eyes and looked at me. He had a very cynical grin and shook his head slightly, while continuing to drive his cock into me. He kissed me, and I kissed him back, I wanted to devour this man, in one sense. I wanted to make him a permanent part of me.

"So does Emily, the good girl want to be my fucktoy?"

"Does Josh, the shy guy really want a fuck toy?"

"Call me Josh other times, but when we're fucking, call me 'master'"

"Yes, master. Is master happy with my pussy? When would master like my mouth or ass?"

"We'll get to that."

He began to fuck me harder - far harder than he had the first time. It was like some sort of switch had flipped in his brain. They used to say that some men wanted a lady in the living room, but a whore in bed. Josh seemed to have flipped to that, which was fine with me. Hell, like I had any choice in the matter. I was a slave and I was his sex slave.

He began to kiss me aggressively while playing with my boobs and fucking my pussy unmercifully. There was no more sweetness, this was raw unbridled sex. As much as I loved having Josh tenderly make love to me, I loved this too. Is that weird? I don't know. I didn't want him to hurt me, but I loved having him take control and dominate me.

There was no wrapping my legs around him this time. He was pounding me and in control. Before long, he quit kissing and just focused on fucking me. As I reached another orgasm, he came in me again. This time I felt like I was really his. He took me and made me his own. As he came, he collapsed on me panting and barely able to catch his breath. After a couple of minutes, he rolled off and looked at me with a strange expression.

"I don't know what came over me."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"I felt like I was someone else. I felt this sense of power that I've never felt before. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I loved the sweet sex, but I enjoyed that too."

"It was like part of me came out that I never knew was there."

I leaned forward and kissed him, and he kissed me back. We kissed for a while and he stroked my boobs, which I loved. I pressed myself up against him as we kissed and he caressed my ass too. I started to move down his body and was going to suck his cock. I only got part way down before he stopped me and pulled me up to kiss some more.

"So, there's Josh and there's master. I like both of you. I hope you both like me."

"We have some things to figure out, but I want to try."

...

It was late and we fell asleep holding each other. I woke up in the morning and I was spooning Josh. He seemed to wake with a start and rolled over to look at me. He had a puzzled look on his face and he didn't pull away from me, but didn't pull me closer either. Last night, he had gotten caught up in a rush of hormones and endorphins. Some of that had waned.

"I don't know what came over me last night."

"I hope it comes over you again."

"Is that really what you want? Is that what I want?"

"If you'll have me, I want to be whatever you want me to be."

"Part of the time, I didn't want you. Part of the time, I wanted you to be my girlfriend. And part of the time I wanted you to be my whore."

"I want you to want me. I'll be your girlfriend when you need and your whore when you want. Just please let me stay."

As we lay there the door opened and Josh's father came in.

"Well, boy, I guess she managed to make a man of you. Do you want to keep her?"

I had a pleading look on my face as I whispered. "Please."

"I need clothes for her."

"She doesn't need clothes to fuck you, and being a slave you can take her out naked if you want."

"I'm getting her clothes."

"Just watch out that you don't let her think she's more than a slave."

He turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. We both lay there for a minute before Josh kissed me. As we kissed, he pulled me to him and I felt his hard cock pressed up against me. I reached down and stroked his dick. He moaned and I wanted him in me again. Did it matter where? Not really, as long as he was happy.

"You had my pussy twice last night. What do you want now, pussy, mouth, or ass?"

"Pussy now. We'll get to the others. Don't worry."

I rolled onto my back, spread my legs wide and pulled him on top of me. I was already wet, and as he rolled on me, I guided his prick into my waiting pussy. He sunk deep in me and as he did, he had kind of a short laugh.

"Look who's in a big hurry."

"I want to please my master."

Josh began to fuck me and brought me to orgasm before he came in me. Afterwards, he said he needed to shower.

"I could shower with you."

"Shower with me?"

"We both need to get clean."

He led me into the bathroom, which had a shower that probably could have held four people, instead of just the two of us. He had an instant hot water supply, so we got in and he started the water. I had him wash my boobs, which he seemed to enjoy. As we showered, I bent over and shook my ass at him. He came up on me from behind with his cock already hard.

I guided his dick in my ass, though we had to take it a little easy to start. My bunghole was a bit tight but we quickly got him in me. I stayed bent over as he pounded my little ass. Honestly, I prefer him in my pussy, but I wanted to make sure he knew that I was completely available to him. It may not have been as good, but still it felt good having him in my ass.

I didn't cum from the anal, but Josh came with a gush and filled my bowels with his seed. We both stood there for a minute or so, until he was quite done and then I pulled off him. We kept washing and I washed his cock, which started to recover, even after all its workouts. I sank to my knees in the shower and took him in my mouth.

First, it was just the head of his cock, then I eased forward. Josh slumped against the wall of the shower, and I moved with him to keep him in my mouth. I can't deep throat, so I got maybe four of his six inches. I worked that back and forth which made him moan. He put his hand on my head, but didn't try to force his prick further down my throat.

He stroked my head as I bobbed on his dick. It didn't take long before he filled my mouth with his cum. As much as possible, I cleaned off his rod swallowing what he had unloaded in me. He almost seemed in a daze, leaning against the wall as I stood back up. I rinsed my mouth out, since I wasn't sure he wanted to taste his own cum, then washed his cock once more.

He finally seemed to come back to life, and grabbed me and began to kiss me with a kind of desperation. Funny, if there was anyone desperate, it was me, hoping like hell that he would want to keep me around. He settled down and we finished our shower and dried each other off. That let us have just a little more fun, though at that point, I think he wanted a rest.

Josh got dressed and then got on his computer and started looking for clothes for me. I gave him my sizes and he asked what sort of things I liked wearing. Honestly, I wanted to wear what would make him happy and asked what he'd like to see me wear. He wanted my input though, so we settled on some jeans, tops and skirts that I could mix and match, along with some sexy bras and panties.

He bought one turtle neck sweater, though it was really too warm for a sweater, because he wanted something to hide my slave collar. I figured in a few days I'd have some clothes. Money talks though and Josh had money. Before lunch I had clothes. He didn't like being reminded of the fact that I was his slave, but the collar was hard to hide.

Josh got on the phone talking to people, though I couldn't really tell what he was talking about. He spent a long time at it, then after lunch, he had me put on the turtle neck over a tee shirt and we went out. He seemed to know where he was going, though he used GPS for part of the trip. We arrived at a non-descript building and got out of the car and went in.

A receptionist took us back to an office where a very solemn looking man sat behind a desk. He gestured and we sat in chairs in front of the desk. The man seemed to scowl at me as I sat down.

"I explained what I'm looking for. This is Emily. Emily, dear, please remove the sweater."

I removed the sweater as the man scowled at me again. "Slaves are not allowed to sit in this office."

I looked at Josh and tentatively started to rise, when he gestured for me to stay. "I'm a client - a very well-paying client - and I want her to sit in a chair."

"Your father was the one who paid."

"But my father is not the owner - I am."

"What you're asking is very improper."

"I don't care what you think is proper. It's what I want."

"The collar is what identifies someone as a slave. How are people to know she isn't just a normal girl without the collar?"

"Maybe I don't want other people to know."

"And the collar is how we track a slave if they try to escape."

"And you have an implant that can do the same thing."

"The collar has a 25 to 50 mile range. The implant only reaches 2.5 to 5 miles."

"I want the collar removed."

"Slaves are most likely to try to escape the first 30 days after entering servitude."

"We're in a decent size city. She'd never make it out of the city without being caught."

"You're a fool if you think she wouldn't leave you if she had the chance."

"I think she knows that if she tries to escape, I'll sell her to George Prentiss."

The man looked at me and smirked. "That's probably who should have gotten her anyway."

"But he didn't. She's mine and I want the collar removed."

"You just want people to think you have a girlfriend and not a sex slave."

"Maybe so, but what's it to you?"

"You know I'll tell your father."

"So tell him. Call him right now. He isn't the owner, I am and that's my decision."

"Fine, then follow me - you and your slave."

The man got up and went out another door, with Josh and I following. He took us though the building to another room, where there were three men. He waved me over to the men, so I went. The men seemed kind of puzzled and looked at me with surprise.

"This client wants his slave's collar removed and an implant installed."

"We need to install the implant before we remove the collar. Take off your clothes and get on this table - face down."

I looked at Josh, who smiled and nodded. I took off all my clothes any lay face down on the table. One of the men spent some time feeling my ass before I felt a pinch on my butt. The implant was small and had just been inserted in my ass. There was a spot of blood, so he put a bandage over it. As I lay there, another man used a key and unlocked my collar and removed it.

"Do you want your slave to put her clothes back on?"

"I do."

"I'd lend you a leash, but you have no collar to hook it to, unless you'd like a non-electronic collar."

"Not necessary."

I put my clothes back on. I wasn't sure why I had to get completely nude for what they did. I guessed it was just to add a little more humiliation to my life. Most people cared nothing about the feelings of slaves, so they humiliated them whenever possible. I put my clothes on and the man who'd led us to the room led us back out again.

"I still think you're a fucking idiot."

...

When I thought about it, I realized that I was luckier than I'd have thought. At 20 years old, with no college degree and dead end jobs, what were the odds I'd ever get that debt paid off? Even though I was a slave, I was owned by someone who thought more of me than just a slave, and was trying to take care of me and be considerate of my feelings. Sure, I was Josh's to fuck at will, but that wasn't much worse than with many serious boyfriends.

Josh took me to buy more clothes and had me model them for him. I was more than happy to do that. Even modeling some lingerie was fine. Shit, the first time he saw me, I was naked and stayed that way until he got me some clothes. Since I was without a collar, people and store clerks just assumed I was his girlfriend. He was the best boyfriend I'd ever had.

As we did our shopping and things, I snuggled up close to him, even as we walked. He kept an arm around my waist, which made me feel good. I'd seen people out with their slaves. Even when the slaves were clothed, which they often weren't, the owners treated them like a possession, not like someone they cared about.