Suzanne A Slave For The Weekend chapter 3
They made love throughout the night. Qinn's stamina surprised her. Paul was ten years younger and he could only manage it once a night, but Quinn managed it three times during the night as well as a fast and furious fuck in the shower next morning. His virility excited her and she loved the way that he was so eager to get his manhood inside her. She also loved the way that he was an unselfish lover. He read her body well and he waited for her to reach her own climax before enjoying his own. Paul was selfish when it came to sex and unless she could cum before him she would be left out. There were many times that she had gone to sleep unfulfilled after sex with Paul.
She also loved the way that Quinn would just take her when he wanted sex. That morning as she stepped out of the shower he was entering the bathroom. He was naked and erect. “Get back in I want a fuck!” he had told her.
Moments later her back was against the tiled wall and her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove his manhood in and out of her. A few minutes later she was digging her nails into his back and screaming loudly as she experienced another earth shattering climax.
Once she was back dressed in her corset and stockings they reverted back to Master and Slut. After breakfast he took her into the lounge and sat with her telling her more of what is expected of a slave. The first thing he did was hand her a cushion. “A slave is never allowed to enjoy equality with a Master, such as sharing a couch with him. You are to sit at my feet on the cushion. Always remembering the rules about legs being wide open!” he told her.
Suzanne sat down on the cushion on the floor in front of him with legs apart and listened as he spoke.
“You must never leave my presence without asking my permission first,” he told her.
“Yes Master,” she responded.
He asked her some intimate questions about herself. “How many men have you fucked Suzanne?” he asked her.
“Three Master. Sorry, four including you,” she replied.
“And women?”
She shook her head. “Never Master.”
“Ever wanted to?” he probed.
She shook her head. “No Master.”
“Do you masturbate suzanne?” he asked her.
Sue blushed.
“A slave is never allowed to pleasure herself without permission from her Master first,” he told her. “Of course you won’t need to do that this weekend. But I would like you to bear it in mind when you leave here,” he told her.
“Yes Master,” she responded.
“Perhaps you should show me what you do suzanne!”
She blushed again. Playing with herself was something she had only ever done in the privacy of her bedroom or bathroom. Slowly and hesitantly she moved her hand between her legs and started to touch herself. “Open your legs nice and wide suzanne so I can see properly.”
Sue obeyed, her head was bowed in shame as she began to rub her fingers over her hooded clitty. “Look at me as you do it,” he told her.
Sue looked him in the eye as she began to rub faster. Though she should have felt ashamed and degraded she could only feel excitement. Quinn had a way of making every shameful thing she did exciting. He spoke softly to her as he continued urging her on. “Come on slut, cum for your Master,” he kept saying. “I should make you do this in the office for me suzanne. Make you sit naked at your desk and masturbate”
“Yes Master. Yes Master. Make me do it!” she found herself saying as she reached a climax.
When she came he made her slip her fingers deep inside herself and then put them in her mouth and suck them. She had never tasted herself before but she found her taste enjoyable. By now of course Quinn was horny again. He stood up and unbuckled his trousers. “On your knees and bend over so I can fuck you like a dog!” he told her.
Suzanne spun round on the cushion and raised her bottom into the air, offering herself to his awaiting cock. One moment she felt the tip if cock against her opening, the next moment his shaft was deep inside her. Reaching forward he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her back. “Move you fucking whore!” he shouted as he slapped her bottom.
Oh Master. Master you’re so good,” she told him as she felt herself climaxing again.
Their fucking was fast and furious and Suzanne just kept cumming and cumming. When they disentangled a few minutes later Sue turned and began to smother him with kisses telling him what a great fuck he was. Quinn was taken aback by her effusion. “You are a fantastic lover, Quinn,” she told him.
He smiled. “There are better than me I’m sure,” he told her.
She held him tight and kissed him again. “Whatever happens after this weekend Quinn I want you to know that any time you want me I will always be available for you,” She told him.
“I might take you up on that,” he told her.
She kissed him again. “Remember Master it’s always your cunt to fuck whenever you want!” she told him.
A while later Quinn went out to do a little shopping for the dinner he was hosting. Suzanne began to get more nervous as the day wore on. She had only just got used to being constantly naked around Quinn but soon she would have four complete strangers to contend with. When he returned later he told her that he had bought her an outfit to wear that night. She grew excited at the thought of having her body covered up but it all quickly subsided when he took a garter belt and a pair of fishnet stockings from a bag and handed them too her along with a pair of red high heel shoes.
She thought about begging him to let her wear a dress but she knew deep down that he would on
ly refuse. As the time grew nearer and nearer for the guests to arrive her stomach began to churn. Quinn knew that she was nervous and from time to time offered her comfort but what she really needed were clothes. When the doorbell rang she was almost shaking. Quinn spared her the ordeal of going to open the door for them but it was of little comfort as they stepped into the lounge. One of the couples happened to be the managing director and his wife. He stepped forward and took her hand and kissed it. “I never realised you were so beautiful Suzanne.”
“Would you offer my guests a drink, Slut,” Quinn told her.
“Yes Master,” she replied.
Philadelphia
Suzanne took their orders and made them drinks. She tried to shut out the conversations. The managing director kept telling Quinn that he didn’t know how he managed to do it. “I keep asking him to tell me how to be a Domme,” he joked to the others. His wife laughed. “There’s only one Domme in our household Quinn and it’s not the one with the balls!” The chorus of laughter broke the tense atmosphere.
When it came time to serve dinner Quinn came into the kitchen to help her. Even though he maintained the Master/Slave relationship he slipped an arm around her and told her that he thought she was doing very well and that was very brave. “I think you mean insane don’t you Master,” she told him.
Suzanne joined them for dinner and sat between Quinn and Jim, the Managing Director. To his credit he didn’t sit and stare at her like the other middle aged male kept doing. At first she found it hard to enjoy her food but as the drinks flowed Sue began to feel more at ease. When she served the coffee’s the two women were talking about a sex show they had seen a few weeks back in Amsterdam and the men started their own conversation about Dom’s and Sub’s. As she sat down to drink her own the other man looked at her and said “I think I am going to ask your Master if I can fuck you.”
The room fell into silence and all eyes fell on her and Quinn. Suzanne’s heart sank. “I think we will give it a miss Bill. Suzanne is very much a novice and I want to ease her into the lifestyle gently.”
Sue heaved a sigh of relief.
“I will give you $500 for half an hour with her,” he said.
QUINN shook his head. “Sorry I don’t pimp my slaves!”
“Perhaps she wants me to fuck her?” he said as he looked at Suzanne.
“I belong to Quinn,” she told him.
“What difference does it make who fucks you?” he told her.
“Bill I think Quinn has made the position very clear,” Jim cut in. “Let’s not be rude to our hosts!”
Suzanne felt a relief and turned and thanked him.
Later as they drank more wine and brandy in the lounge Suzanns sat huddled at her Master’s feet. She was pleased to stay so close to him. When they all left she heaved a sigh of relief, but she also told Quinn that she thought her work position was now compromised because of Jim seeing her. Quinn held her close and kissed her. “Do you think I would have allowed that to happen?”
“It has surely?” she told him.
“Jim has more skeletons in his cupboard than you and I have put together,” he told her. “He won’t think any less of you tonight believe me! In fact you might even find yourself being promoted in the future.”
“Oh! Tell me more?” Suzanne asked.
Quinn shook his head. “I enjoy a good relationship with him because I can keep secrets.”
“And the other guy, Bill, who is he?” Suzanne asked him.
“I like to wind him up. “He always wants to screw my slaves and I always turn him down. His wife won’t let him have sex with her and he has to buy it. He’s a bit of a sad case actually.”
“I thought for a moment you were going to let him,” she told him.
Quinn kissed her. “I hope to get to share you one day but if I do it will be someone more worthy of you,” he told her.
Minutes later they headed for bed and another night of passionate sex.
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She also loved the way that Quinn would just take her when he wanted sex. That morning as she stepped out of the shower he was entering the bathroom. He was naked and erect. “Get back in I want a fuck!” he had told her.
Moments later her back was against the tiled wall and her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove his manhood in and out of her. A few minutes later she was digging her nails into his back and screaming loudly as she experienced another earth shattering climax.
Once she was back dressed in her corset and stockings they reverted back to Master and Slut. After breakfast he took her into the lounge and sat with her telling her more of what is expected of a slave. The first thing he did was hand her a cushion. “A slave is never allowed to enjoy equality with a Master, such as sharing a couch with him. You are to sit at my feet on the cushion. Always remembering the rules about legs being wide open!” he told her.
Suzanne sat down on the cushion on the floor in front of him with legs apart and listened as he spoke.
“You must never leave my presence without asking my permission first,” he told her.
“Yes Master,” she responded.
He asked her some intimate questions about herself. “How many men have you fucked Suzanne?” he asked her.
“Three Master. Sorry, four including you,” she replied.
“And women?”
She shook her head. “Never Master.”
“Ever wanted to?” he probed.
She shook her head. “No Master.”
“Do you masturbate suzanne?” he asked her.
Sue blushed.
“A slave is never allowed to pleasure herself without permission from her Master first,” he told her. “Of course you won’t need to do that this weekend. But I would like you to bear it in mind when you leave here,” he told her.
“Yes Master,” she responded.
“Perhaps you should show me what you do suzanne!”
She blushed again. Playing with herself was something she had only ever done in the privacy of her bedroom or bathroom. Slowly and hesitantly she moved her hand between her legs and started to touch herself. “Open your legs nice and wide suzanne so I can see properly.”
Sue obeyed, her head was bowed in shame as she began to rub her fingers over her hooded clitty. “Look at me as you do it,” he told her.
Sue looked him in the eye as she began to rub faster. Though she should have felt ashamed and degraded she could only feel excitement. Quinn had a way of making every shameful thing she did exciting. He spoke softly to her as he continued urging her on. “Come on slut, cum for your Master,” he kept saying. “I should make you do this in the office for me suzanne. Make you sit naked at your desk and masturbate”
“Yes Master. Yes Master. Make me do it!” she found herself saying as she reached a climax.
When she came he made her slip her fingers deep inside herself and then put them in her mouth and suck them. She had never tasted herself before but she found her taste enjoyable. By now of course Quinn was horny again. He stood up and unbuckled his trousers. “On your knees and bend over so I can fuck you like a dog!” he told her.
Suzanne spun round on the cushion and raised her bottom into the air, offering herself to his awaiting cock. One moment she felt the tip if cock against her opening, the next moment his shaft was deep inside her. Reaching forward he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her back. “Move you fucking whore!” he shouted as he slapped her bottom.
Oh Master. Master you’re so good,” she told him as she felt herself climaxing again.
Their fucking was fast and furious and Suzanne just kept cumming and cumming. When they disentangled a few minutes later Sue turned and began to smother him with kisses telling him what a great fuck he was. Quinn was taken aback by her effusion. “You are a fantastic lover, Quinn,” she told him.
He smiled. “There are better than me I’m sure,” he told her.
She held him tight and kissed him again. “Whatever happens after this weekend Quinn I want you to know that any time you want me I will always be available for you,” She told him.
“I might take you up on that,” he told her.
She kissed him again. “Remember Master it’s always your cunt to fuck whenever you want!” she told him.
A while later Quinn went out to do a little shopping for the dinner he was hosting. Suzanne began to get more nervous as the day wore on. She had only just got used to being constantly naked around Quinn but soon she would have four complete strangers to contend with. When he returned later he told her that he had bought her an outfit to wear that night. She grew excited at the thought of having her body covered up but it all quickly subsided when he took a garter belt and a pair of fishnet stockings from a bag and handed them too her along with a pair of red high heel shoes.
She thought about begging him to let her wear a dress but she knew deep down that he would on
ly refuse. As the time grew nearer and nearer for the guests to arrive her stomach began to churn. Quinn knew that she was nervous and from time to time offered her comfort but what she really needed were clothes. When the doorbell rang she was almost shaking. Quinn spared her the ordeal of going to open the door for them but it was of little comfort as they stepped into the lounge. One of the couples happened to be the managing director and his wife. He stepped forward and took her hand and kissed it. “I never realised you were so beautiful Suzanne.”
“Would you offer my guests a drink, Slut,” Quinn told her.
“Yes Master,” she replied.
Philadelphia
Suzanne took their orders and made them drinks. She tried to shut out the conversations. The managing director kept telling Quinn that he didn’t know how he managed to do it. “I keep asking him to tell me how to be a Domme,” he joked to the others. His wife laughed. “There’s only one Domme in our household Quinn and it’s not the one with the balls!” The chorus of laughter broke the tense atmosphere.
When it came time to serve dinner Quinn came into the kitchen to help her. Even though he maintained the Master/Slave relationship he slipped an arm around her and told her that he thought she was doing very well and that was very brave. “I think you mean insane don’t you Master,” she told him.
Suzanne joined them for dinner and sat between Quinn and Jim, the Managing Director. To his credit he didn’t sit and stare at her like the other middle aged male kept doing. At first she found it hard to enjoy her food but as the drinks flowed Sue began to feel more at ease. When she served the coffee’s the two women were talking about a sex show they had seen a few weeks back in Amsterdam and the men started their own conversation about Dom’s and Sub’s. As she sat down to drink her own the other man looked at her and said “I think I am going to ask your Master if I can fuck you.”
The room fell into silence and all eyes fell on her and Quinn. Suzanne’s heart sank. “I think we will give it a miss Bill. Suzanne is very much a novice and I want to ease her into the lifestyle gently.”
Sue heaved a sigh of relief.
“I will give you $500 for half an hour with her,” he said.
QUINN shook his head. “Sorry I don’t pimp my slaves!”
“Perhaps she wants me to fuck her?” he said as he looked at Suzanne.
“I belong to Quinn,” she told him.
“What difference does it make who fucks you?” he told her.
“Bill I think Quinn has made the position very clear,” Jim cut in. “Let’s not be rude to our hosts!”
Suzanne felt a relief and turned and thanked him.
Later as they drank more wine and brandy in the lounge Suzanns sat huddled at her Master’s feet. She was pleased to stay so close to him. When they all left she heaved a sigh of relief, but she also told Quinn that she thought her work position was now compromised because of Jim seeing her. Quinn held her close and kissed her. “Do you think I would have allowed that to happen?”
“It has surely?” she told him.
“Jim has more skeletons in his cupboard than you and I have put together,” he told her. “He won’t think any less of you tonight believe me! In fact you might even find yourself being promoted in the future.”
“Oh! Tell me more?” Suzanne asked.
Quinn shook his head. “I enjoy a good relationship with him because I can keep secrets.”
“And the other guy, Bill, who is he?” Suzanne asked him.
“I like to wind him up. “He always wants to screw my slaves and I always turn him down. His wife won’t let him have sex with her and he has to buy it. He’s a bit of a sad case actually.”
“I thought for a moment you were going to let him,” she told him.
Quinn kissed her. “I hope to get to share you one day but if I do it will be someone more worthy of you,” he told her.
Minutes later they headed for bed and another night of passionate sex.
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