THE MILLIONAIRE I learned my lesson the easy way. By the simple act of wagering a one-dollar bill, I became the sole winner of the state lottery. I couldn't believe how this simple act would change the life of this 25 year old, single, highly over-sexed male. Having selected the immediate payout option, I was still unbelieving as I was handed a check for $22.5 million dollars. Of course taxes took a huge check of the windfall, but I was left with over $13 million to invest and spend however I saw fit. Besides becoming an instant celebrity, I inherited a new entourage of lawyers, accountants, and personal bodyguards. Old high school friends started suddenly showing up, and I had my choice of any number of big-titted, bleach blonde women. The first few months, I blew a large wad on new cars, boats, and indulged just about every whim a guy could have. Believe it or not, however, a guy can actually grow tired of this stuff. Before my newfound wealth, I had been attending college as a sociology major. One subject that had always held my interest was public humiliation. I was always surprised to learn the things that people were willing to do for possible future rewards. Being bored one day, I devised my own contest to see what lengths people would go to for a big carrot on the end of a stick. I instructed my entourage to put out the word that a contest was being held by an unnamed entity. The reward was a cash prize of $1,000,000. To win the prize, a girl had to stay with me for exactly one year, and be willing to follow my every instruction unquestioningly. The reward would be placed into an escrow account so the contestant would be assured that the money would be there at the end of the year. The qualifications were also simple. My groupies would determine five finalists for my review. They had to be over 18, attractive, virgins, and free of any encumbrances that would keep them from staying with me for a year. I also didn't want any huge, plastic tits. I personally would be the judge of both their tit quality and their virginity status. Three of the five finalists would receive cash payments of $25,000 if they were not selected. The first runner-up would receive $50,000 and would be eligible to step into the contestant role, if the first contestant chose to leave the playing field. It took less than ten days to arrange for the five finalists. One of my bodyguards had even supplied his own sister who, I must admit, was very attractive and would have been a great fuck. Knowing what I had in mind however, I dismissed her with a cash payment of $10,000 and a big thank you for playing our game. I didn't need the additional worry of wondering what this burly bodyguard would do to me if I selected his sister. He didn't seem too upset with me for which I was grateful. The final group of five were brought to my house where I waited on my king-sized bed, wearing a pair of blue, silk pajamas, and nothing else but a smile. I felt like Don Corleone as the young ladies paraded in. I hadn't yet thought about my own selection criteria, but would have to start narrowing the field as I went along. They were all very attractive so I knew I couldn't use looks as part of the point deduction process. Mentally, I gave them each 100 points to start with, then would start deducting from there. I finally had to resort to pen and paper as I couldn't keep track of their individual scores. They introduced themselves as Linda, Sue, Bambi (10 point deduction), Tanya, and Sara. They all seemed to speak quite well, and none of them appeared to be very nervous. I told them they could ask any questions they would like. I was trying to get them to speak naturally. I wanted to be certain I selected one that could at least hold an intelligent conversation. I also asked them to talk a little bit about themselves and their education. Bambi was a high school dropout (another 10 point deduction), Sue had her high school diploma but was working as a store clerk, Tanya was a college freshman, and Sara was a college sophomore. Sue's use of "don't got" in a sentence earned her a 10 point deduction. Once again I explained the rules of the contest, and reiterated that they must do everything I asked them to do, without hesitation or question. No exceptions. They all nodded their heads in agreement and indicated they wished to continue. "Very well," I said. "I want you all to take off your shoes and nylons, pantyhose, or anything else you are wearing that cover your legs." Quickly they complied. Tanya got a 10 point deduction for trying to impress me with a lacy, red garter belt (which I hate). I deducted another 10 points from her because she tried to do some sort of grotesque strip tease while removing it. Next I asked them to remove their tops - one at a time. Linda went first and demurely unbuttoned her blouse, removed it, and placed it on the floor. With regret I had to deduct 10 points for the plain, white cotton bra she was wearing, although I would have liked to give her back 10 points for the gorgeous tits she was sporting. I hadn't allowed myself that scoring technique so I had to leave things as they stood. Sue took off her silky beige top next and stood in her black lace strapless bra. No deduction there. Bambi went next and peeled off her top to reveal a cute leopard print strapless bra. I almost laughed out loud, but didn't deduct anything because I wanted to see more before deciding. Tanya, of course, had the red, lacy bra to match the garter belt. I couldn't deduct anything from her there, either. Sara finished up wearing a pastel blue bra to hold in what appeared to be a nice, firm set of breasts. No deductions. Skirts were next to go. Sorry Linda. Another 10 point deduction for wearing the matching white cotton panties to go with the bra. I can't stand white cotton panties. They are so completely unfeminine. Sue - good choice. Matching black bikini panties to go with the black strapless bra. Bambi had the matching leopard print panties to go with her bra as well. Tanya, Tanya, Tanya - whatever are we going to do with you? Good effort at continuing the red underwear theme, but a bright red thong? Please! Not a very sexy look to complement the lace bra theme. Another ten points down the drain. Demurely, Sara slipped out of her skirt and stood wearing matching pastel blue panties to complement her bra. The front of the panty material was stretched tight across her puss, with the exception of some of the material pushed into her slit. Time to move to the next phase. So far, Sara is the only candidate with no point deductions. "All right ladies, let's slip out of those brassieres so I can see your tits. Go ahead and do them all at once. Then I'll judge for beauty and authenticity." All five of them slipped quickly out of their bras and I was treated to the sight of eight beautiful breasts. Sue again lost 10 points for her sagging pair that pointed at the floor. How on earth did they get so saggy at her young age? Maybe heredity. As I moved to each of them individually, I asked them to put their hands behind their heads and throw their shoulders forward. This caused their tits to push forward for better visual examination. Reaching out to Linda with both hands, I began kneading her tits with both hands, feeling for obvious evidence of implants. None here. My thumbs and forefingers grasped both nipples and I tugged slightly. Her nipples went immediately erect and it became very apparent that her nipples weren't centered squarely on her breasts. 10 point deduction. Sue's examination took much less time as I had already made my deduction. No plastic though. It was obvious that Bambi was very impressed with her tits, and held them out to me when I approached. I asked her to put her hands up like everyone else. Her nipples were already hard and red and standing straight out. I couldn't help myself and gave her the full taste test, even going so far as to grasp one of her nipples between my teeth. She had her eyes closed and let out a soft moan. I repeated the same procedure with Tanya, spending more time tasting both tits, and was rewarded with the sight of a small, wet spot beginning to form on the scant piece of bright-red material covering her puss. I moved on to Sara. She seemed a little more timid than the others, but put her arms up as requested. Her breasts appeared to be perfect in all respects. Realizing she didn't have any point deductions yet, I tried to find some fault but couldn't. I massaged both tits thoroughly, gave them the same taste test, and was again rewarded with a rapidly spreading wet spot between her legs. Time to move on to the sniff/taste test. Moving back to Linda, I again instructed her to put her arms behind her head and assume a slightly spread leg position. Kneeling down in front of her, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down. It was too bad she had picked the white cotton ones to wear. She stepped out of them and resumed her position. I moved my face in closer, and inhaled deeply of her aroma. Good, sweet, clean puss. Hair neatly trimmed. My tongue snaked out for a taste. I ran it up the full length of her slit, stopping to tickle her clit at the top. Her body quivered and she let out an involuntary groan. I think she was enjoying this portion of the exam. I could find no cause for deductions in her case, and moved on to Sue. Sue was different, and it was obvious she wasn't expecting this thorough of an interview. As soon as I tugged her black panties down, I discovered that she had pieces of god-knows-what caught up in her pussy hair, and I wasn't about to get my tongue near this one. 20 point deduction. I moved quickly to Bambi. Sliding down her leopard-skins, I was amused that she had taken the time to trim her bushy hair into the shape of a diamond, with the bottom point culminating at her rosebud clit. It was so cute I almost wanted to give her back 10 points, but stuck with my original scoring system. Her puss was also sweet smelling and successfully passed the taste test. She also enjoyed this test and I noticed one of her hands drop down to rub her nipple while I spent more than the allotted time with my tongue in her twat. I finally pulled myself away and moved on to Tanya. Her thong was so thoroughly ensconced in the crack of her ass that I had difficulty getting it free so I could pull it down. I was extremely disappointed to find the back of the material covered with brown. Oh yuk! Automatic 10 point deduction. Her pubic hair was bushy black and coarse and weren't to be contained by the skimpy panty material in the front. All the same, her pink labial lips looked inviting and I gave them a short taste test. I think Sara was slightly embarrassed having watched the others perform, but she appeared to be a trooper. I didn't want to let on that so far she didn't have a single point deduction. I thought that I should look a little more critically at her. She placed her hands behind her head as I knelt in front of her and began slowly pulling her pale blue panties down. Allowing myself a little more indulgence with her than with the others, I started by rubbing her ass cheeks. The silky material covering them felt really good and I teased myself before finally pulling the panties down past her pubic area. I was greeted by a beautiful blonde bush. Her soft hair was almost golden in color and was perfectly maintained so as not to be jutting out in all directions. As I leaned forward, my nose picked up the distinct aroma of fresh strawberries. It was obvious that Sara was prepared for an in- depth interview, and had used a flavored douche before her arrival. My tongue promptly searched out a private target area, and I was rewarded with a faint taste of strawberry mixed with pussy juice. As I allowed my tongue to move freely up and down her luscious cunt lips, I flicked at her rigid clit. Sara was standing with her eyes closed, and began moaning softly in her own enjoyment. I had a hard time making myself stop, but the others were beginning to look at me in annoyance. When I finally stood up, I noticed with irritation that I had my own stain, the size of a silver dollar on the front of my silk pajamas. My member was also pushing out the front of my bottoms so I looked like a walking tent. Before I began the next challenge I asked if any of them wanted to admit, ahead of time, that they were not virgins. I wanted them to know that my next intention was to pop the cherry of each and every one of them, whether they turned out to be the winner or not. The pre-screening should have determined this from their earlier answers to questions posed to them, but I thought I should give them one more out. When they realized that I was serious, Bambi reluctantly admitted that she wasn't. Somehow this didn't surprise me. But, damn, so far she was the first runner-up. I had to tell her that she was disqualified, and as she got dressed, she said it was okay. The testing had been fun anyway. I sent her home in a limo with her $25,000 prize in an envelope for her. I gave the final four one more opportunity to make their confession before I had them lay down on the side of the bed with their legs spread slightly apart. I had no intention of spending a lot of time fucking each one of them, for I needed to keep my erection hard for the next part of the test. My little bit of pre-cum was the only bit of lubricant available as I pushed into Linda's twat and was rewarded with resistance before my cock had penetrated very far. I pushed my way through while Linda let out a stifled cry. A slight smear of blood was on my cock as I withdrew from Linda. I did have the decency to use a washcloth to clean up a bit before penetrating Sue's pussy. She cried, "Holy shit!" when I finally went through her membrane and rolled her eyes back into her head. No doubt about contestant number two. After cleaning myself off, I immediately went into Tanya. Again the expected resistance was there, and my power auger punched its way through the thin material. Surprisingly there was no outburst of sound of any type from Tanya. I could tell she was a girl that was ready to be fucked. Before I went to Sara, I excused myself for a minute and went into the bathroom. There I proceeded to use warm, soapy water to clean off my dick. It was obvious that Sara was going to be the winner in this contest, and I wanted to be certain that I wasn't bringing something to her from one of the other three. When I returned, Sara was still lying on the bed, but the other three had gotten up and were milling around. My cock, which had become relaxed, quickly raised its head and began twitching as I stepped between Sara's legs. As I positioned myself on top of her, I bent down and whispered in her ear so none of the others would hear, "I want you to moan when I go into you, but keep your mouth shut afterward." With that I penetrated her waiting labial lips with my cock, but stopped when I first encountered resistance. As I made a pretense of pushing my way through her maidenhead, Sara let out a groan. I immediately pulled out and wiped myself clean before the others could see that I didn't have any virgin blood on my dick. I put my pajamas back on and left the four girls standing there naked in front of me. There certainly was no need to deduct any points from any of them as they were all virgins as they represented themselves. In fact, technically, Sara still was. I had future plans of my own for her sweet little cherry. "It's time to test your ability to obey my every wish," I announced. I pushed a button built into the headboard of my bed, and the closed door to my bedroom was opened by one of my bodyguards. They shoved an elderly gentleman through the door then quickly closed it behind him. He looked like a drunken derelict, which was precisely what he was. He was a deaf-mute that hung around the corner up the street from my residence, usually with a bottle of wine wrapped in a brown paper bag. He hadn't shaved, showered, or changed clothes apparently for several months. In short, he was about the most disgusting creature you would ever see. I directed him to a chair and had him sit down. His eyes immediately lit up at the sight of these four beautiful, naked women standing in front of him. He couldn't tear them away as I tried to get him to sit down. For their part, the girls appeared to be uncomfortable at his stare, but I directed them to put their hands on top of their heads and to stand with their legs apart. I figured the poor old guy was entitled to a little enjoyment. I stood between the drunk and the girls, positioned so he couldn't read my lips, and announced, "Poor Harold needs a blowjob. Who would like to volunteer to give him one?" A look of horror crossed all of the girl's faces, but Sara recovered first and announced, "I will!" The others, realizing they were about to screw themselves out of the opportunity for the shot at the big money, quickly followed suit with Linda volunteering next, then Tanya, then Sue. I deducted 20 points from Sue for being last, 10 from Tanya for being next to last, and only 5 from Linda for being second. "Sue, since you were the last one to volunteer, I think you should go first. Now get after it, and give him the best blowjob he has ever had in his entire life." Reluctantly she moved up to him where he was seated in the chair, and knelt on the floor in front of him. His eyes were as big as saucers while he enjoyed her tits and pussy. As soon as she was kneeling down, he reached out and grabbed her breast. Sue reached forward and began to undo his broken zipper to pull it down. He was already hard and pushing against the zipper so she was having trouble. When his cock finally broke free and pushed out toward her face, Sue jumped to her feet. "I can't do this," she yelled. "He smells like he's been rolling around in a shit factory. I can't do this. Not even for a million dollars." She spun on her heel and started putting on her clothes. When she was dressed, I handed her the envelope with her $25,000, and she was dispatched in a limo. Two down, three to go. It cost me $25,000 but I did get the pleasure of punching her cherry. "Does anyone else have any objections?" None of the three made any comment or gesture of giving up their quest. "Well now, if you recall, I said poor Harold needs a blowjob. I didn't say that this was Harold. This is Orville from down the street. He comes by to visit every once in a while." I hit the buzzer and the door opened. Orville was sent on his way with five new $20 bills in his hand, still wondering what the fuck had just happened. Standing in the doorway was a 275 pound, black man. "This is Harold." Harold used to play professional football before he retired and went to work as a bodyguard. The 275 pounds were mostly muscle and every stitch of clothing on him was pulled tightly, almost to the breaking point. "Come on in, Harold, and close the door behind you." Harold always followed instructions. "Tanya, why don't you tell Harold what you would like to do for him?" Tanya's eyes were huge as she said to him, "I would really love to give you a blowjob. Is that okay with you?" Harold didn't even answer verbally. In a flash, he had his pants opened, and the biggest chunk of black meat I had ever seen was in his hand. My first thought was of a clarinet, but with no holes. Harold stood there stroking it, his eyes never leaving the three naked girls. "Well go on, Tanya. Get to it" Tanya moved forward and dropped to her knees. Gripping his massive cock with both hands, she opened her mouth and sucked in on the head of his penis. Her head moved quickly back and forth. She kept trying to get more of him in, but Harold definitely was bigger than she could swallow. Tanya used one hand to play with his balls which appeared to be made of steel. All of a sudden, Harold grabbed Tanya by the hair and pushed his cock as far into her mouth as he could get it. Tanya was choking and gagging, but his huge volume of cum must have gone straight down her throat as there were only a few drops left on the tip when he pulled out, a very satisfied grin on his face. Tanya collapsed in a heap on the floor while trying to regain her breath. Harold zipped himself back into place and said, Thanks boss!" "Don't go away, Harold. I think Linda would like to fuck you. Wouldn't you, Linda?" Linda's face began to drain of color, but she responded, "Oh yes, I would love to." She didn't quite sound believable, but was certainly willing to try. From the floor, Tanya tried to sit up while catching her breath, then promptly vomited up Harold's sperm contribution all over my nice, oriental rug. Oh sorry, Tanya. Another 10 point deduction. "Linda, why don't you see what you can do to get Harold hard again so he can give you a good fuck? Meanwhile, Sara, I think I can use a good blowjob myself." Harold didn't need much encouragement and was already unzipped and removing his pants. His enormous cock didn't look like it was going to need much encouragement either as it was already starting to reach it's previous length and girth. As Linda led him over to the bed, his prick bobbed up and down like a thick lever. Linda lay back on the bed as she had done for me, and guided Harold's massive cockhead into the edges of her pussy lips. Fortunately for her, Harold had started leaking pre-cum which provided her with some lubrication. Her pussy lips weren't generating any juice that I could see, probably from the fear of the pain she knew was going to come. Meanwhile, Sara knelt down in front of me and undid the button on my pajamas, causing them to fall around my ankles. She stared admiringly at my cock, massaged my balls gently, then slid her red lips over the tip. Almost lovingly she began moving her head back and forth. I was enjoying the feeling immensely. She must have had experience giving blowjobs, as she seemed to know exactly what to do to make a guy happy. Maybe that's how she managed to stay a virgin all this time. Without warning, she put her middle finger into her mouth, lubricated it with her saliva, then reached around behind me and inserted it into my asshole, while continuing to slurp on my stick. My reaction was immediate. My sphincter tried to reject the intrusion, but her finger was already tickling my prostate, causing an even greater erection if that was possible. Harold had pushed his way inside Linda with an enormous grunt. She let loose with a string of profanity as he began pumping himself furiously inside of her. He continued pumping for about two minutes, then extricated himself and flipped her over onto her stomach. With barely five seconds passing between out and in, Harold grabbed her by the hips and impaled her pussy from behind with very hard, thrusting strokes. Seeing his deep black prick moving in and out of her pale white pussy doggy style was a complete turn-on. I found myself quickly reaching the point of climax myself, and shot my built-up wad of cum into Sara's mouth. She pulled her mouth off so we could both watch the milky-white sperm shoot into her mouth. She swallowed every drop and licked her lips besides. I thought to myself, "I think we have a winner here." At the same time, Harold grunted loudly three or four times in a row, and I could tell he was disgorging whatever sperm had still been in his reservoir as far up into Linda's twat as he could get it. When he was finished, he dropped Linda back down in a heap on the bed. From my view, I could see that her pussy was raw and red, possibly covered with more blood, due to his enormous size. "Thanks again, boss!" Harold said. "And thank you too miss. That was a great fuck. Are you through with me now, boss? I can stay longer if you want." "No, that's okay. You can go back and wait outside. It's time to announce the results of our little contest." Tanya had managed to regain her feet and stood there somewhat dizzily. Linda got off the bed and was standing bow-legged. I imagine it will be quite some time before she will be able to cross her legs again with any degree of comfort. Sara joined the other two in line. "I've added up the scores, ladies, with the following results. Tanya, here is your envelope with $25,000. Thank you very much for competing." Tanya was totally indignant. Pissed actually. "What the fuck do you mean? I did everything you asked me to do. How could I not be a winner?" "Listen up bitch! You just earned $25,000 for having your cherry popped and giving one blowjob. That's better than any hooker ever made in New York City. Now take your clothes and get the fuck out of here. It didn't help your cause at all when you puked all over my rug. I should have made you lick it all back up" I picked up her clothes as she stood there defiantly with her hands on her hips, opened the door and threw them into the hall where the guys were all waiting. "Harold, send her home in a cab. Tanya, if you don't get the fuck out of here right now, I'll see that all these guys get to fuck your sweet little ass. Now, are you leaving or what?" She moved out and disappeared into the hall where the guys all got to watch her get dressed. As instructed, Harold dispatched her in a cab, but gave the cab driver forty bucks, apparently as a thank you to her for the tongue work. I turned to the remaining twosome. "Linda, you are the first runner-up. Here's your fifty grand. You should be ready to come back into the game at a moment's notice if Sara here isn't up to the challenge. By the way, use some of your money to buy yourself some new underwear. No guy in his right mind would have anything to do with a girl in white cotton underwear." Linda was disappointed, but didn't make a big scene. I think she still had it in her mind that Sara wouldn't last and she would be able to step in for her. She quickly got dressed and I sent her home in the limo. I was now alone with my winner. I stood there staring at her nakedness for about two minutes with neither one of us speaking a word. Finally I asked, "Are you sure you are willing to follow through on this commitment? It's not going to be easy. I expect complete and utter obedience to my every command, no matter how disgusting or distasteful you might find it to be. Are you absolutely certain that you can do that for a full year?" "Yes, I can. And I will. I really need the money. I'm willing to do anything for it. And, I intend to be here at the end of the year to collect it." I had her review the contract I had prepared and we both signed it, as well as the signature cards establishing the escrow account at the bank. I gave her the receipt for the $1,000,000 from the bank so she could be assured that the money was there. "Okay then. We have a deal. Are you ready to begin?" She nodded her head in agreement. I buzzed once again and the door opened. "Okay boys. You all come in here. Harold, you stay in the hall on guard. You've already had your fun." The other three members of the security staff came in and lined up in a parade rest formation with their hands in front of them. "I want each of you to drop your pants and your underwear. Sweet little Sara here is going to suck each of your cocks until you blow, and she is going to swallow every drop. I don't want to see any dripping, Sara. Do you understand me?" To the guys I said, "Nobody is to touch her or lay one hand on her unless I tell you to or you're through here" Sara went right to work on Ray, dropping quickly to her knees and taking his stubby little five incher into her mouth. She worked quickly and efficiently and it didn't take her long at all to produce the desired results. Ray wanted to reach out and grab her by the ears, but at the last minute managed to put his hands on his own head as he exploded. Swallowing rapidly, not one drop managed to escape from her tightly clasped lips. As a matter of fact, in order to ensure there was nothing left on the tip, Sara pursed her lips even tighter, causing Ray to make a small sound like a cork coming out from a bottle, when he pulled his now shriveled penis from her. While Ray was busily dressing himself, Sara turned her attention to Phil. Phil had a slightly longer dick that was pencil thin. He was uncircumsised, but his foreskin was not a problem. After having watched Sara tackle Ray, Phil's prick was already pushed through whatever flap of skin had been trying to cover it. It sort of reminded me of the dick on a Great Dane, as the penis tip was an angry red, and already dripping pre-cum. Without regard to how clean Phil kept his prick, Sara attacked it with a vengeance, and took the length into her mouth as though she were a milking machine attacking a cow's teat. Phil's excitement at watching did not allow him as much enjoyment as Ray, and in less than a minute his head went back and his eyes rolled up until only the whites were showing. He dumped his full load into her which she swallowed quickly. At least she appeared to have the capacity to hold a lot of sperm. Sara gave no indication that she was not enjoying herself and went about the task with cool efficiency. It was obvious that Phil was done for, and she moved into position to begin an assault on Jack. I commanded her to take a break for a minute, as Phil finished getting dressed. I dismissed both Phil and Ray back to the hall with Harold. Sara stood there in her nakedness and lightly belched. I guess she was swallowing a lot of air as well as cum. Jack had always been one of my favorites, besides Harold, so I decided to give him a little bit of a special treat. I suggested that he and Sara move over to the bed. "Sara, I think we should give Jack a special treat. I think he should get to taste your pussy while you swallow his cock. What do you think?" "That would be great," she said with a smile. Good answer, I thought. Jack simply sat there greatly impressed with his good fortune. He lay back on the bed. It was a funny picture seeing him there with a white shirt and tie on, but nothing below the waist. His cock was a good seven inches long and pointed proudly at the ceiling. "I would suggest that you go for a classic 69 position. Sara, you get on top and put your beautiful pussy right where Jack can get at it." With no hesitation she straddled his chest and went straight for his dick. As she lowered her head to the task, she also lowered her pussy to Jack's face. His tongue was already sticking straight up in anticipation, but quickly disappeared into her blonde bush. Soft slurpy noises were emerging at both ends. Jack's cock had enormous staying power, and I suspected he had probably jacked himself off before coming to work that morning. After about four minutes he had to come up for air from Sara's sweet puss. He still hadn't cum yet, although Sara was doing her utmost to make it happen. Sara's cunt was dripping juice freely and Jack's entire mouth area seemed to glisten. His normally bushy mustache appeared as though it had been waxed. Sara's tits were hanging over Jack's belly and I observed that both nipples were fully erect. I couldn't tell if she was getting close herself to an orgasm. Finally, after about ten minutes I watched Jack's body tense, then begin shaking uncontrollably. I knew that climax had been achieved. Still maintaining her image as a wet-vac, Sara didn't allow so much as one drop to escape. Jack's cock was as clean as a baby's when she finally released him. "Oh fuck," was all that Jack could say. "That was fantastic." "All right. Get your ass dressed and get back out there on duty." He quickly dressed and joined the others outside. I sat down in the middle of the bed with my back against the headboard. I motioned to Sara to come and join me, and directed her to sit between my legs with her back to my chest. Her breathing was slowing down from her previous exertion as she moved into position. I kissed her lightly on the neck, taking in the aroma of the light perfume she had been wearing. I moved one hand to her cunt lips and began tracing a lazy pattern up and down, stopping to tweak her clit about every third stroke. My other hand cupped her right breast and I slowly massaged and rubbed her nipple. Speaking softly to her I said, "You did a great job of obeying me. A few things to remember if you are going to get the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. You are never to fuck or suck anyone, unless I tell you to do it. BUT, you WILL fuck or suck anyone or anything I tell you to. I intentionally left your cherry intact. I have future plans for it. It better still be in place when it is time for that plan." "Tomorrow I am going to give you $10,000 in cash. Harold will take you in the limo on a shopping spree beyond your wildest dreams. You are to buy a whole new wardrobe for yourself. I will allow you to wear dresses and skirts only. Nothing longer than knee-length. No pants or shorts under any circumstances. I will allow nothing but sexy underwear. Don't dare show yourself in cotton underwear of any type. The sexier the better. While you are with me, I will be expecting you to show off your assets to many of my friends. I expect you to get them turned on with snatches of panty-covered twat, or tits that are about to fall out of their brassieres." "You will live here with me and be at my beck and call. When you sleep with me you wear only sexy lingerie. No flannel nightgowns or any of that kind of shit. Your role will be a sex object, pure and simple. From now on you can think of yourself as a sperm depository. A receptacle for anybody or anything that I direct you to fuck or suck" Sara was listening, but her hips began moving up and down in tune with my fingers. I sat there silently, as her breathing grew more labored. I continued my massage and twisted both clit and nipple between my fingers. Her pussy became much more lubricated, and I could tell she was approaching her own orgasm. Her cunt began to take on a life of its own as it began pressing harder and harder against my fingers. Abruptly and without warning, I stopped. "Don't stop. Oh please, please, don't stop," she begged. "You need to learn babe, you are here for my sexual pleasure. I'm not here for yours. Now go take a bath and clean yourself up. I'm sure as hell not going to eat your pussy after Jack's been chomping on it and has his spit all up inside you. Get Harold to take you out and buy whatever stuff you need to keep yourself clean. I want your pussy smelling like strawberries again when you come back to me. I'll send for you later." If looks could kill, I would have been a dead man. I had to show her right off the bat who was in charge. I was enjoying this little game of mine, and this was only the first day. I was going to have to work hard to figure out what little things I could do to test her level of humiliation, and possibly save myself a million bucks. Several hours later I had Harold bring Sara back to my room. She had taken advantage of the opportunity to go shopping, buying her feminine necessities, and, I was pleased to find out, partially started on her shopping spree. When she arrived she was wearing a silky tank top, over a short black skirt. When she bent forward, I was treated to a nice view of her ample tits, spilling over the tops of the cups on a new, lavender brassiere. The top was just barely see-through enough to make out the color, but not so sheer as to leave nothing to the imagination. When she did lean forward so I could glimpse the titties, I noticed in the full-length mirror on the wall behind her that she was wearing the matching panties. Making the most of her current situation, she approached me with a big smile on her face, and thanked me for picking her, and for the shopping spree. At least she was going at this with the right attitude. As she approached me while I was lying on the bed, I grabbed her head and kissed her roughly. She returned the lustful kiss and opened her lips to accept my tongue. I reached a hand down into her tank top and grabbed a handful of breast, kneading it through the cup. In one strong motion, I roughly pulled both bra and tank top over her head, discarding it in a heap by the side of the bed. I pushed her head down into my crotch, where my cock was again begging for attention. Sara knew exactly what was expected of her, and began licking the length, before taking the whole thing between her lips. She reached down and began playing with my balls through my scrotum. I moved her up until she was straddling me. Rather than waste time on the skirt, I unbuttoned and unzipped it, then ripped the remainder cleanly off until I was staring at her lavender covered ass. As Sara's mouth continued its up and down motion, I began kissing her ass, through her panties. My mouth moved forward until I could taste the juices that had been making a stain on the front. I nuzzled her slit with my chin making short up and down movements, and nibbled her clit. She responded to my ministrations by beginning to move her cunt up and down. Her stain quickly developed into a big wet spot, stemming from both her flowing juices and my own saliva. My cock was rapidly approaching its bursting point, so I stopped her mouth in mid-stroke. Using both hands, I shredded the material of her panties, leaving large red marks where the leg band material was harder to rip through than the rest. It took every bit of my willpower to keep from shoving my cock up into her sweet, juicy cunt, but her maidenhead was still a valuable commodity to me that I still had plans for. Instead, I pushed her down towards my feet, and guided the tip of my cock to the bulls-eye that was her tightly puckered anus. Since my cock was thoroughly lubricated from the blowjob I had been receiving, as well as the pre-cum that was boiling up, my whole prick quickly disappeared into her asshole. Grabbing her by the shoulders, I straightened her up, then began thrusting violently inside of her, while she bobbed up and down. My explosion came quickly and violently, and I could feel my load of cum filling the area deep within her. What was once my proud, hard cock quickly withdrew into a shriveled up wienie that allowed my sperm to begin dripping down covering my balls with its sticky wetness. I ordered Sara to lick me clean, and she willingly complied. When she was finished with this distasteful task, I sent her back to her room to clean herself up, put on fresh lingerie, and return to me to spend the night. When she returned, she was wearing a white, diaphonous, thigh-length nightgown which displayed her nice tits for my pleasure, as well as a soft pink pair of panties. We lay together in a "spoons" position, and I began playing with her hair and kissing her neck. I reached around her and began rubbing her breasts through her nightgown. Her nipples grew hard under my touch, and she began uttering soft, moaning sounds, much like a kitten. I moved my hand down and began feeling her beautiful ass through her silky panties. She was deeply enjoying the attention, but I could feel her tension build as she wondered if I was going to deny her the release she so desperately sought. I moved my hand around and began rubbing her whole puss area. Her pelvis pushed her mound up again and again to meet my downstrokes. The crotch of her panties became moist to the touch, and she turned her head awkwardly to kiss my lips. I returned her kiss, and it grew more passionate by the minute. Her hips had developed a mind of their own as her lustful desire for release began to reach its zenith. In the middle of a kiss, she separated slightly from me and said, "Oh God, please fuck me. I'm begging you. Please fuck me. I need to be fucked so badly. Oh, please, please." "I can't," I said. "As much as I want to, I can't for right now. Someday soon, but not today. Move around here and I will tongue fuck you, but that's the best I can do for now." In a flash she was sitting on my chest, with her pussy pushed hard against my lips and teeth. She pulled both my hands to her tits, and showed me how badly she wanted me to massage them. My thumbs played roughly with her super-hard nipples, as my teeth tried to grip her elusive clitoris. Sara reached down with her hand and pulled aside the pink panties allowing my tongue its full range of motion into her juicy slit. It wasn't long before she sat up straight, saying, "Oh God, thank you, thank you, thank you. Oh fuck! That is so good. Oh, keep licking. Please, please." Her whole body straightened up as she pushed the back of my head deep into the pillow and headboard. She had gripped the top of the headboard for leverage and was grinding her cunt viciously into my mouth. My tongue was snaked well inside her pussy lips and her clit was grinding seriously against my teeth. My whole face was awash in strawberry flavored pussy juice. Once her body stopped quivering and she brought herself back down, she snuggled into the crook of my arm, her head resting on my shoulder. To my surprise she was sobbing lightly. I asked her what was wrong. I thought it had been good for her. "Oh no," she said. "It was great. I just don't understand why you don't want to fuck me. That's all. I've done everything you asked me to do. Why won't you fuck me?" "I'm sorry," I replied. "I have a very important mission for your cherry. In fact, next Monday you and I are going to Las Vegas. You and your cherry are going to make me a lot of money. You are a vital part of my plan, and your virginity has got to be intact. I promise you that as soon as you help me with this mission, I will fuck you as much as you want until your brains fall out." "What will I have to do?" Her tone indicated that she was somewhat frightened by the unexpected. "I don't know yet. That will be up to someone else, but I expect you to do exactly as you are told. You are a beautiful young lady. I am counting on you to be at your sexiest. I am giving you the rest of this week off to do the shopping we discussed earlier. Buy yourself whatever you want. If you need more spending money, let Harold know and it will be taken care of." Sara spent the rest of the week indulging herself with shopping sprees, facial and body makeovers, hair stylings, and anything else she could think of. True to my word, I let her have the time off, but by Sunday evening my loins were heavy with the need to expel the volume of sperm that had accumulated during my abstinence. Since my last event with Sara, I hadn't even masturbated myself. Day by day I could feel my need for sexual release rising. I summoned her to spend the night with me, and she arrived wearing another sheer nightgown that displayed her tits very nicely. I am certain that every one of the guys in the hallway were busily massaging themselves after watching her arrive. Any one of them would have fucked her in a minute if they thought I would let them get away with it. As she approached me, I was sitting in a hard-backed, straight chair. I had already totally disrobed and my blood-engorged cock was standing straight up from my lap. After welcoming her I asked her to strip for me. Since she was wearing only the nightgown and a pair of panties, it only took a minute before I was staring at the beautiful golden-blonde bush that I controlled. "I desperately need a blowjob," I told her, "but I want to taste your pussy at the same time." I stood up, picked Sara up, and turned her upside down until her lips wrapped around my cock. At the same time, my tongue plunged deep into her pussy and I began moving her up and down as her mouth moved in and out on my cock. The feeling was exquisite, but I was having trouble maintaining my concentration. Today, Sara was grape flavored, and I couldn't help but wonder what her puss would be like if we spread a little peanut butter between her labial folds. Oh well, guess we'll save that for another day. I finally gave up on her muff, and decided to concentrate on my own pleasure. After all, I was the one that was paying. I gently walked us both over to the bed to lay Sara down. She never allowed her lips to break their hold on my prick. It somehow seemed odd and pleasurable at the same time to have my two balls covering her eyes as my cock was turned downward at a most unusual angle. The angle was actually causing pain, so I adjusted my position until I was straddling her neck while she sucked. Now she was the one in the unusual position, but she kept on sucking trying to get my cum supply to release. It was rapidly reaching that point, and when Sara played her finger trick again, she gagged on the results. It's hard to gauge how much cum a guy can produce. We always like to think it comes out in gallons when we really know it is measured in teaspoonfuls. Either way I felt like I pumped a gallon out. Sara was in no position to swallow, and cum was gushing out and running down the sides of her lips. I slipped myself out and off her before she actually inhaled some and suffocated herself. She coughed a few times to clear her throat, before finally settling back into the crook of my arm. "Are you ready for our trip to Vegas tomorrow?" I asked. "I'm really looking forward to it. I spent a lot of your money buying loads of sexy stuff for you. Do you know yet what I'm going to have to do?" I didn't know the answer to her question, but I proceeded to tell her of my plans. She had slipped her panties back on, and as we talked, I softly rubbed her slit and clit. I told her that I was trying to close a major business deal with a Japanese businessman named Matsui. He was very important to me and I needed to cultivate our relationship in order to curry his favor. With a simple signature on a contract, I would stand to make a ton of money. I continued that we were scheduled to have dinner with him on Monday evening. Sara was going to be my executive assistant, but I didn't expect her to answer any questions. I explained the oriental culture that expected women to do exactly what was asked of them. Matsui was well known for his sexual propensity and love for Western women. To clinch my deal, I was offering Sara as a virgin sacrifice to spend one evening with Matsui doing whatever he asked of her. Involuntarily she shivered in my arms, and I could tell that she was becoming frightened. Trying to reassure her, I told her that, to my knowledge, Matsui had never done anything to inflict pain or suffering on any of his mistresses. In fact he was well known for his generosity to those that pleased him. I again stressed to her the importance of clinching this deal. My massaging fingers began to work their magic on her puss, and I could feel her settling against me with a stronger feeling of well-being. Before long, her thoughts were drawn to her personal pleasure and I kept working my fingers over her panties until she finally reached her release. Although it wasn't a massive orgasm for her, I felt that just the release she had would hold her through the night. The following morning we headed for the airport in the limo. Sara had three suitcases to my one. When I told her we were only staying for two days, she responded that she wanted to be prepared for any situation. She sat across from me in the limo in an impossibly short, tight skirt. As we made small talk, Sara ensured that I was treated to occasional glimpses of her red, silk panties and twat. I had a hard-on for most of the ride, and was glad when we finally reached the gates of the executive charter airfield. Whenever I traveled, I used the same charter service that had an extensive fleet of Lear jets to choose from. While Sara and I sat towards the front in roomy, comfortable captain's chairs specially built together like a love seat, the rest of my entourage sat in the rear compartment with the stewardess, out of both audio and visual range. The stewardess was well paid to keep my drink glass filled, but only to approach me when I rang for her. We were about twenty minutes into the two hour flight when I put my arm around Sara. As we made small talk, I reached down the front of her blouse and captured one nipple between my fingers. It was obvious from the tent in the front of my gray slacks, that a vital part of me was, once again, demanding some attention. Sara put both hands under her skirt and lifted her bottom slightly out of her seat. Her hands reappeared holding her red panties. Before I knew it, she placed the crotch of her panties up to my nose, as she asked, "Do you recognize the flavor of the day?" Immediately I responded with "Raspberry!" "Just wanted you to see what you're missing," Sara said. Her hand fumbled with the fly of my slacks, and quickly my aching pole was released from the dark confines of my slacks and underwear. Sara wrapped her silky panties around my dick and began a slow, gentle massage. It took about five minutes before my prick spewed forth the milky contents from my reservoir. The crotch of her panties had soaked up the majority of my jism, and Sara slipped them back on, barely pausing to remark, "That's cold." We were met in Las Vegas by a limo from our luxury hotel and transported immediately to our destination where we were shown to our suite of rooms. Sara began unpacking while I confirmed our dinner engagement in Matsui's suite for later that evening. Sara had six hours to get herself ready and spent much of it in the hotel beauty shop where she received a body massage, hair styling, and had her makeup professionally done. As our appointment time approached, I dressed myself in business attire, then went to check on Sara. She was truly the linchpin to this whole deal. The deal itself would create a moderate amount of risk for Matsui, which I hoped to mitigate with her pussy to sweeten the pot. Sara had her outfit selected and laid out on the bed. As I entered, she was standing naked before me and had just finished trimming her golden bush. What a gorgeous body she possessed! I could spend all day just staring at her bare tits, but would rather spend the time sucking on them. She asked me to sit down in the chair as she moved towards me. When her bush was even with my gaze, she wanted me to check the flavor of the evening. As I leaned forward, my tongue wanted to leap from my lips, but I allowed only my nose to drink in the heavenly aroma. A very light scent of orange-flavored Kool-Aid. I murmured my appreciation as she moved away. The underwear she had selected was a light tangerine colored pair of bikini panties cut high on the hip. The matching half-bra snapped in the front, and pushed her ample breasts upward and pointed them outward. I was afraid that she would have to spend half the evening re-snapping the bra. Over the top she wore a pure white dress with a hem that stopped an inch above her knee. I don't know what the dress material was, but it had a white satin lining so there was no color bleed- through from the underwear. The dress fit her perfectly and emphasized every curve on her body. This was a girl that was definitely on the prowl and ready to be fucked. Harold accompanied us to Matsui's suite, but discreetly stayed outside in the hallway when we were received. Sara was carrying my briefcase and again, I admonished her to not say anything unless she was asked a direct question, but repeated my expectation that she was to do anything asked of her. Sara and I were just removing our shoes when the door was opened by a young girl wearing traditional Japanese garb, including an obi. Her head was bowed with her eyes fixed on the floor. Directly ahead was Matsui, flanked by two long-haired Afghan Wolfhounds (at least I think that's what they were.), sitting patiently by his side. Matsui was wearing a long, silk robe that was elegantly decorated. He greeted us warmly and I introduced him to Sara. I don't believe his eyes ever left her body for the rest of the evening. In turn, Matsui introduced us to his dogs, Max and Maxine, completely ignoring the young lady holding the door open. It was abundantly clear that she was an object, not a person. We were invited in and served drinks of warm sake. One has to acquire the taste for this Japanese staple, and I still had not come to appreciate its value. Sara didn't appear to care for hers either, but, not wanting to offend our gracious host, we both finished off one cup, then another. By the third such offering, our appreciation was beginning to grow. Prancing around us, it was obvious that Maxine must have been in heat, as Max would stick his long nose between her legs every time she stopped moving. Several times he would try to mount her, but she moved swiftly away from him, spurning his advances. Matsui seemed to take great pleasure in watching the canine rebuffs, and would chuckle heartily whenever Maxine would move away from Max. I slowed down my sake intake as I wanted to be clearheaded in dealing with Matsui. He was a shrewd businessman and could clearly take advantage of any situation if not watched carefully. What he was doing to me with the warm sake, I was trying to do to him with the sexual innuendos put forth by Sara's body. While we were seated around the dinner table on comfortable pillows, Sara made a slight show of changing her position frequently. Seated beside me, Matsui had ensured that she would be directly across from him. With each position change, she made certain that he got a glimpse of the promised land hidden behind the tangerine colored panties. Max and Maxine continued to bounce around the table, waiting for signs of affection from any one of us. Matsui would feed them both scraps of food from his plate and pet them. Eventually Max came and lay down between Sara and I, and she began petting him softly as Matsui and I discussed our deal. Soon Max was laying on his side with one of his hind legs in the air, so Sara could scratch his belly. Max's sexual prowess, and perhaps his frustration with Maxine, began to manifest itself when the ruby red tip of his penis began slipping in and out of his furry sheath. Although Matsui continued to discuss business with me, his eyes never left Sara's face. She met his gaze, only occasionally breaking off her concentration to stare at Max's belly. Seeing that he was getting somewhat excited, she gently moved her hand to the sheath covering his penis and began rubbing it up and down. When the penis kept growing to display additional inches, Sara returned her eyes to Matsui's and lightly licked her lips. If Matsui was sexually excited (how could he not be?), his erection was well hidden in the folds of his coat. For my part, the tension of trying to get this deal done kept me from displaying any type of sexual arousal. Small beads of perspiration began to appear on Matsui's head, while he continued to match Sara's stare. I wanted so badly to shout out, "Sign the damned papers, then you can fuck her brains out", but I refrained. Finally his eyes broke free from Sara's and focused on me. "You have convinced me of the worthiness of participating in this project," he said with his inscrutable grin on his face. "But before I put my signature to these contracts, may I ask what is in it for me? You know I always enjoy a little something to sweeten the pot." I appeared to be deep in thought as his eyes strayed back to Sara. She shifted position again giving another small hint of color, while she continued to massage Max. I have no idea what Max's total length was, but I didn't think there could possibly be much more hidden inside. Sara's massage included the two little knots of his balls, and Max was easily displaying six to seven inches of bright red cock. Finally I said to Matsui, "Sara will be my pot sweetener. I brought her to you as a virgin sacrifice. She still has her maidenhead in place and she will be yours to do with as you please for the rest of the evening - until midnight. Just sign the papers right now and she is yours." "Is that agreeable to you, Miss Sara,?" Matsui inquired. Without missing a beat, Sara replied, "Entirely, in fact, I am looking forward to it." "And you would do whatever I asked of you?" Matsui probed further. "Oh yes!", she replied. (Good answer). Matsui took the pen I offered and signed each page of the contract with a flourish, finally pronouncing, "Done!" in a loud voice. "Now clear these papers away. We have little enough time left anyway." I rapidly stuffed the papers back into the briefcase and stood up to leave. Matsui held up his hand and said to me, "Perhaps you should stay and enjoy the entertainment I have in mind for your beautiful assistant." I was morbidly curious to see what he had planned, but didn't know if I could tolerate watching him de-flower my beautiful Sara. Matsui won me over when he said, "I believe you will enjoy watching what I have in mind." I stayed. Sara had continued her stroking of Max while she waited to see what he had in mind. Finally he directed her to please undress. She stood and slowly reached behind her to pull down the zipper on the back of her dress. When it was loosened, she reached down, grabbed the hem, and pulled it slowly up and over her head. Matsui let out an audible gasp while he admired Sara's overall beauty, clad only in her sexy lingerie. She cupped both breasts in their bra cups and raised them gently in front of her, before finally unsnapping the three snaps. She pulled the material away, treating Matsui to a full view of her gorgeous tits. The nipples were erect, ruby-red, and pointing straight out. Wordlessly she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties. A large wet stain had changed the color of the crotch from light tangerine to a dark orange. She drew them slowly down her thighs before letting them drop to the floor so she could step out of them. She stood with her arms at her sides, letting Matsui drink in all of her loveliness. He motioned for her to come around the table to him, and Max, now her faithful companion trotted along beside her. He motioned her to a kneeling position in front of him, and Sara dropped down and sat back on her heels as he inspected her. Matsui reached out and cupped her breasts muttering "Lovely, just lovely," more to himself than to her. His thumbs traced a circular pattern around her nipples. With one hand he reached down to his empty plate and dipped his fingers into the remains of the beef gravy from his dinner. He rubbed the greasy gravy around both of her nipples, before offering his fingers to Max who promptly cleaned them for him. Staring straight into Sara's eyes, Matsui said, "I think we should let Max clean those off for you, don't you think? I believe he would enjoy the taste of your lovely breasts." Sara lowered herself to her hands so that both breasts were hanging below her, like huge ripe pomegranates. Max took his cue from the scent of the gravy and his long pink tongue began whipping furiously from his mouth as it sought to lick up every taste of the gravy. It must have created quite a tickling sensation for Sara because she began giggling as her breasts swung back and forth each time that Max's tongue made contact. She finally reached up and held each one in turn for him, in order to keep them from swinging away, as well as to stifle her laughter. Matsui had a huge grin on his face but remained in his seated position. I suspected that if he had stood up, his samurai sword would poke straight out of his robe in the killing position. I know mine would have if not completely confined in my slacks and bikini briefs. Meanwhile, poor jealous Maxine had wandered over to see what the commotion was about. Being ignored now by Max, she moved behind Sara, and her tongue snaked out to make contact with the orange Kool-aid scent emanating from this human's hairy slit. Taken by surprise, Sara sat straight up and gulped, but was quickly motioned back to her position on all fours by Matsui. He was enjoying this immensely. I didn't know if this was exactly what he had in mind when the evening started or if he was making it up as he went along, but I had to admit that it was sexually stimulating to me. I am certain it was to him as well. Max, having exhausted the gravy supply, gave up his interest in Sara's tits and, again, went to make his move on Maxine. Again she spurned his advances. The three human forms all laughed at his unrequited love. As Max walked, his penis kept appearing, then retreating. Maxine returned to Matsui's side, nuzzling his hand for affection. Sara stayed in front of him, returning to her position on all fours. "Perhaps we should help Max alleviate his pathetic condition, Sara," Matsui said. With that, he began rubbing his hand over what would have been Maxine's vulva. His hand became slightly wet and he rubbed the wet scent between Sara's legs and well into her pubic lips. It didn't take long to figure out the plan Matsui had for Sara's cherry. He intended to leave it to Max to be Sara's first lover to plunge through the membrane. To be certain she was covered with the scent of a bitch in heat, Matsui repeated his rubbings between dog and pussy several times. It didn't take Max long to figure out where the scent was coming from that was driving him crazy. Quickly he mounted Sara from behind (doggy style??) and his rapidly thrusting hips were searching for a target for the long slippery penis that had, once again, made its appearance. Sara was resigned to the fact that she was going to be fucked by a dog. She knew she was expected to do anything that was asked of her, so she reached underneath her and fed Max's penis into her slit. Many people don't know this, but once a dog's penis is in place, the head grows two hard knots on the sides to keep him from slipping out. This is why you often see dogs joined together when the bitch has changed her mind about being fucked. They stay joined until the male's excitement ceases to exist, and the swelling of the knots goes down. If the male is pretty big, the female can have her insides pulled out trying to get away. I hoped that wouldn't happen to Sara. Once inside, Max's thrusting began in earnest with his hips pumping upward faster and faster. His furry paws were wrapped around Sara's belly, as her face grew somewhat pale when he punched through her maidenhead. Tenderness is not a word common to dogs fucking, and he didn't even slow down as he went into her. A few drops of blood fell from Sara's slit, soiling the light grey carpet where she was kneeling. As Max continued to work, Maxine's curiosity got the better of her and she maneuvered into a position where she could get her snout under Sara's belly to sniff the action going on between her legs. Soon her tongue lanced out to slurp the juices accumulating on Sara's pussy lips. I have to admit that I was totally turned on watching this demonstration, and so was Matsui. He moved himself in front of Sara's face and opened his kimono. With one slight pull of a string, his loose fitting pants fell down, exposing his little, oriental prick. "I realize that this is not much in the way of an offering, Sara," he said, "but I would be obliged to you if you would take me in your mouth while Max is busy with your puss." Sara was quick to oblige and I soon had my own cock in my hand watching her being mouth fucked and pussy fucked at the same time. Max, of course, had no inkling of taking your time with a lady and finished first. It was hard to tell when he actually squirted his cum deep inside her, but as he lost interest and dismounted, drops of clear liquid began to fall from Sara's pussy lips. Max contented himself by laying down, lifting his leg, and licking his cock and balls clean. Maxine lost interest in everything and simply went to lay down and watch. Sara began working furiously on Matsui, sliding his prick in and out, then using her tongue to trace the full length. Because of his diminutive size, she was able to suck him all the way to her throat. Matsui's hands were on the sides of her head as he slowly slid himself in and out of her lips. Seeing me with my cock in my hand, Matsui directed me to take a position behind her and to enter her anally while he continued his frontal attack. Her sphincter offered no resistance as my pre-cum provided the lubrication necessary for complete penetration. I was pumping myself in and out of her ass with my hands on her back, as she tried to establish a rhythm between Matsui and me. It was going to be a close race to see which of us would cum first. Matsui won. With a loud "Eeiyaaaa", his hands pulled her head close to his body, and I could tell he was filling her throat with his juice. I climaxed myself with a loud, "Oh fuuuccckkkk" of my own as I exploded in Sara's ass. Sara was totally exhausted as the two of us pulled out of our respective orifices, and we all three fell heavily to the floor, enjoying the lush carpeting which had acquired some unusual stains. It was obvious that Sara was in some discomfort as she lay there attempting to catch her breath. Matsui was well pleased with her performance as his little dick quickly shriveled into almost nothingness, appearing as a bump among his pubic hair. He spent the remainder of the time until midnight with his trusty camera photographing Sara in all her naked splendor. He was meticulous in his posing, getting several dozen shots of her wide-spread legs, close-ups of her pussy lips, pictures of her fingering herself, and some with a large sausage shoved deep inside her twat. Midnight finally arrived with Sara breathing a large sigh of relief. When she had dressed herself, Matsui met us at the door and handed Sara a token of his appreciation - a beautiful necklace of cultured pearls. He thanked her profusely for her services, and made her an offer to go to work for him as his personal assistant. Fortunately she turned him down. She was walking slightly bow-legged as we took our leave and thanked Matsui for a delightful evening. When we returned to our suite, the first thing Sara did was jump into the large, jacuzzi tub with the water on full blast. As she stripped off each article of clothing, she promptly placed it into the trashcan, anxious to distance herself from any remembrance of the night. As steam filled the room, I noticed she was letting the stream of tap water run directly onto her pussy lips. She stayed in the tub for the better part of an hour, then gave herself a thorough douching at least three times. Finally she joined me in bed. As we lay together in our "spoons" position, with my arms wrapped around her, she murmured, "That was awful. Truly awful." I tried to comfort her with, "I know, but it's over now. You were truly magnificent. I couldn't have asked for more. You helped me this evening to make a tremendous amount of money. There is only one way I can repay you, so I have a little gift of my own." I released her long enough to reach to the nightstand behind me and handed her the document that I had signed before she came to bed. The document was the release of the escrowed funds. "This is for you. You are now released from your contract, and the money is all yours. You are no longer under any obligation to sleep with me, or to do whatever I tell you. You are free to leave at any time, and Harold will arrange for your comfort and transportation. You can take with you all of the things you bought. They are yours to keep with my eternal gratitude. I can't thank you enough for everything you have done for me, but I am afraid I am falling under your spell. You better leave while you can." Sara remained in my arms, clutching the paper to her chest, and began sobbing lightly, then louder. Finally her emotions released and she cried loudly. All I could do was to hold onto her tightly saying, "It's okay, baby. Everything is over now. It's all okay." After about ten minutes her crying ceased long enough for her to say, "Thank you. You don't have any idea what this means to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you." My fingers traced a pattern down the side of her face and my lips gently kissed the back of her neck. I began stroking her shoulders through the silky material of the nightgown she was wearing. I moved slowly, no longer certain of what my rights were, now that I had released her from her contract. I was pleasantly surprised when her body turned toward me. Our lips softly touched. Minutes of gentle kisses followed. Soon our tongues joined and our breathing grew heavier and more lustful. She brought my hand to her breast, while her hand searched for my cock. While I massaged her full globe, I felt her nipple tighten and grow fully erect. "You don't have to do this," I told her as I moved my mouth to her nipple. "Your contract is finished." "I know I don't," she replied. "I'm doing it because I want to. I finally want to feel you fucking me. Not some dog, or dipshit sausage. I want to feel you inside my cunt. Now get over here and fuck me now. Fuck me quick. Fuck me hard. I think I love you." What was that? I wasn't certain I heard right, but the purple head of my cock knew an open invitation when it heard one. I quickly moved into the standard missionary position and gently probed my prick head into her warm, moist pussy. Several tender moments ensued as my mouth explored her luscious tits, while my cock probed the depths of her vagina. As I reached climax, I gripped the top of the headboard to pull myself as far into her as I could. My cock exploded and my whole sperm reservoir felt like it was being turned inside out. "I love you too!" I exclaimed. "Please stay with me. Don't leave me." We continued to kiss tenderly, holding each other tightly, while we drifted toward sleep. Twice during the night we awoke and made love to each other. We slept until 10:30 the following morning. As we greeted the new day, I couldn't help myself and asked the question that had bothered me from the very first day. "Why did you need the money so badly that you were willing to give up everything to earn it?" Her answer made me feel like a complete schmuck. Her younger sister needed a kidney transplant, but Sara's parents were barely making a living in a Mom & Pop grocery store and had no medical insurance that would cover such a surgery. Sara's sister was undergoing monthly kidney dialysis at the state's expense, which was keeping her alive, but she had two years at the outside before even dialysis wouldn't help. The money was to pay for the operation and hopefully, still have enough left over to allow her folks to retire. That afternoon, Sara and I were married in one of the cutesy wedding chapels maintained by the casino hotels for just such occasions. Telephone calls to my lawyers put them to work making medical arrangements for Sara's sister, and putting her parent's store up for sale. On our way home, Sara and I discreetly joined the ranks of the Mile-High Club, to the amusement of both stewardess and bodyguards. From where they were positioned, I know they couldn't see anything, but Sara and I did nothing to lower our voices. By the time we landed, Sara's sister was already in the hospital under the best care available. Sara had already agreed to be the kidney donor and was an excellent match. Her parents were already moving into one of the spare rooms of my penthouse floor, totally overwhelmed by the events that were taking place so quickly. I couldn't believe how quickly I had transformed my whole self from being the shallow, rich, arrogant ass I had been to the role of warm, loving husband and son-in-law. Riches don't always corrupt. Sometimes too much money can have a positive effect.