"Jack the Brothel Slave" Part 2

"That all depends on what happens next." Jack grinned sheepishly.

"Look at his creamny white cum.. It's shot all over his belly.. wasted."
Ducy grinned.

Lucy leaned over and poked Jack's cock with her finger. He felt as if she
were testing to see if it was still alive.

"Oh let's forget about his silly old cock, and that stupid bet. You know
what I want now don't you?" Ducy told her. Lucy looked relieved. "Oh but
you don't get off that easily, I have fun idea."

"Will I think it's fun too?" Lucy quizzed her, a frown forming on her
pretty face..

It took Ducy less than a minute to slip out of her skirt and panties, and
climb up on to the bed. She straddled his body with her back tohim. The
sight of her smooth white ass spread over his belly, so close to his face
made his cock spring right back to life. As he she wriggled about, he felt
her cunt and ass sliding over his warm cum, and her public hair touching
the base of his cock.

How is she going to fuck me from that angle, Jack wondered. She she grabbed
hold of his cock and pulled it up between her own legs, but she no
indention of fucking him.

"Look Lucy," she said, with a giggle, " I have a cock now! Would you like
to touch it?"

"I'm not touching that thing!"

"Oh go on don't be so silly," and with that Ducy grabbed Lucy's wrist,
pulling her hand towards Jack's cock forcing her to touch him.

Lucy gasped and lurched back, "It feels funny."

"Come a little close honey and feel me. Feel your Sugar's cock. Sugar's
cock won't feel funny."

Lucy obliged, wrapping her arms around Ducy's neck, spreading her legs
either side and press her body closer. Two wet cunts rubbing against Jack's
cock! Could it really get any better? Sure if could - if just one of them
would fuck him!

"Now Lucy lift yourself up and let it slip inside you. Just pretend it's
dicky dildo."

"Dicky hasn't got a man attached to him!"

Again both women giggled.

"Oh forget it, I need you now," Ducy purred. "I want to please you like
only I can."

"Oh yes please, please me."

Jack felt fingers rubbing against the side of his cock as the women gently
finger fucked each other. He felt sticky wetness and soft velvety folds. He
felt the gentle scratching of public hair at the base of his cock. Jack
however, did not feel his cock getting fucked!

Two dripping wet cunts and one rock hard cock. Two women finger fucking
each other while his big fat hard on went begging. It just didn't seem
right to Jack.

The sight of Ducy's sweet young ass wriggling about on his belly caused
Jack to writhe, and then moan loudly, but that seemed to startle the two
women.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing, but I think his cock is going to squirt again."

"Oh how messy! Let's forget about this silly business and see if there is a
spare room around here?"

"Ok, but only if you let me cuff you to the wall."

Both women giggled as they climbed off him. Then picking up their discarded
clothing they left Jack and his poor throbbing cock laying there.

Just as after the last woman left,. Kittikins came in, cleaned his cock,
and left him lying there for the next customer's use.

Oh please, fuck me, somebody, anybody, just fuck me! I NEED to be fucked.
He pleased silently to himself.

Just then he saw the answer to his frustration standing in the door way in
the form five spiked shiny red stiletto heels, slim long legs covered by
sheer black stockings, an irresistibly short tight shirt, and tits to die
for!

Then as his gaze traveled up to her face, Jack's eyes opened wide and his
jaw dropped. He recognized the woman. She was his father-in-law's
secretary, Amanda Moore.

Damn it, this was amazing! He had been trying to think of way to get to
fuck her for months. Only two things stood in his way. One, he knew there
would be hell to pay if he was caugh. But even more so it was Amanda
herself. The snooty bitch just seemed to be immune to his charm.

He had overheard men talking in the bathroom. "She's fucking leso. That's
why she won't fuck any of the men around here." He would have agreed, only
she didn't seem interested in women either. Her reluctance to his advances
only served to make her even more intriguing to him.

Oh fuck how sweet this was. Now he would get to fuck Amanda Moore! Then it
dawned on him - but fuck it, who can I tell and what can I say?

Amanda paying for sex? But why would a beautiful woman like her have to
pay?

He was about to find out.

Within seconds of the door closing she had shimmied out of her skirt and
removed her flimsy blouse. Jack knew she had a great body, but now...
seeing her standing there... in her lacey black bra and matching thong he
felt like he had died and gone to heaven.

Any woman with a body like that would HAVE to be a great fuck, he just knew
it!

Leaving her shoes and stockings on, she climbed onto the end of the bed and
knelt there with her thighs spread wide. Already a wet spot had form on on
her satin crotch. He watched as she slowly licked one finger, and then ran
its wetness down between her lovely breasts.

With the mask hiding his face, Amanda had no idea it was Jack lying there.

"You like what you see don't you, you big man?"

He opened his mouth to answer her, then quickly stopped himself. The zipper
on his hood had been left open, but he realized just one word could reveal
his identity. He nodded his head vigorously instead.

He watched as she reached down into the front of her bra to pull out a
length of scarlet red ribbon, the same rich colour as her lips. What did
she intend to do with that, he thought. Well he didn't care what kinky
little games she wanted to play, so long as he got to fuck her.

She leaned over and he felt her slender fingers touching his cock. Oh yes
that felt so good, but then... fuck it! She was tying the ribbon around his
balls! Several times she wrapped it around, before knotting the ribbon
tightly.

"You don't particularly like that do you?" she purred, smiling softly down
at him. "Well that's ok, you're not mean to like it."

Jack was in a dilemma. If he spoke out, his identity would be revealed. If
he didn't he would have to endure the agony of having his balls feeling
like they were about to burst.

he gazed upon her soft curves and smooth creamy skin and bit down on his
lower lip. Yes, fucking her would be worth every bit of the pain.

"Oh this awful bra is so uncomfortable," she complained, slipping her hands
behind her back to unfasten it, before letting her lovely breasts fall
free. "I'm sure brassieres must have been invented by a man."

Jack swallowed hard. He couldn't remember when he had last seen such great
tits. He loved tits. Actually, he had never seen a pair he didn't like.

Holding her bra above him, she then swung it backward and forwards,
allowing its soft satin and contrasting lace to brush against his cock as
it stood to attention between his legs. She then carelessly dropped threw
it down on his chest.

"Men, you are all the same. You just don't care. All you want is sex...
Sex! Sex! Sex!" she lamented.

Just hearing that woman utter those words was almost enough to make Jack's
cock erupt.

Cupping her breasts in her hands, she began rubbing her erect nipples
between her fingers and thumbs. "Fuck them, and forget them, that's how you
all are. Well here's one fuck you're not going to get you big horny
fucker!"

Jack began to panic, maybe she did know his identity after all.

"I don't need a fucking man to satisfy me," she continued, holding one and
up to Jack's face a wriggling her long fingers. "I can take care of
myself!"

Slowly she slid one hand down over her belly and between her legs. She
pulled the crotch of her thong to one side to reveal the velvety pink folds
of her sex. Her dark rose coloured clit protruded from between the sweet
folds of her pussy as she began to gently rub her fingers around it.

"Oh yes watch my fingers. I don't need any fucking man to fuck me. Fuck
you! Fuck all men!"

Tossing her long dark hair back over her shoulders, she closed her eyes and
moaned softly. Then, right there in front of him, she masturbate.

Her breath became short pants as a light perspiration began to glisten on
her pale, flawless skin. It was difficult for Jack to see exactly what she
was doing down there because he needed to relax his head back every few
minutes, but he could certainly hear every bit of her self-pleasure.

He could heard her fingers slopping in and out as she continued to finger
fuck and play with herself. Obviously she had become very wet. Jack often
wondered how wet Amanda's cunt got. Now he a very good idea.

The sweet smell of her perfume combined with that of her young body had
Jack in a frenzied state of sexual excitement.

Her lips parted slightly as soft moans soon became loud cries and she
continued to plunge her fingers deep into her wetness. Jack watched as her
body quivered and then with several deep thrusts she climaxed.

Jack wanted to shout, to beg - What about me? Please don't leave me like
this. But he couldn't.

Amanda smiled down at him, and told him, "Oh that was good. That was just
so fucking good you have no idea how wonderful my fingers felt."

I saw Amanda Moore finger fuck herself, he thought as she climbed off the
bed and began dressing. The same Amanda Moore every damned man in my office
wants - and I can't tell a fucking soul!

She was about to leave when Alex came to the door.

"How was he?"

"Fucking useless. I had to do myself again. All men are the same, fucking
useless!"

Alex grinned over at Jack and winked.

Kittikins entered a short time later.

When she had finished washing him, she teased, "Oh dear look at your poor
cock Jack." She bit down on her lower lip and grinned. Looking around
behind her and listen for a moment, the silence confirmed what she hoped...
none one was near. Her hands shook nervously as she began to stroke Jack's
hard shaft with her fingertips. Sure, she knew the rules. No touching the
men unless it was for the purpose of preparing them, but Jack's cock was
just too tempting.

"You know it's just not fair really, I never get any cock around here. I
wash them, I dry them, I make them good and hard. Bu do I ever get to suck
or fuck one? No!" she told him, outing as she stared down at his throbbing
erection.

"You don't mind if I have a little lick now, do you Jack?"

As Jack look up he could see her eyes now focused on his cock, and her
breathing seemed to have quicken. Surely this was a rhetorical question.

The zipper on his hood had been closed again, so he nodded his head.

She let her tongue loll about on her lower lip for a moment, then crawling
up onto the bed, she placed her hands on his thighs and leaned down.

He closed his eyes as he felt her warm breath on his cock, just before she
licked the full length of his shaft. then grinning and appearing more relax
after the initial contact, she parted her lips pushed them over Jack's cock
head, but then....

"Tsk tsk"" It was Alex. "Come now Kittikins, you know better than that
now."

Releasing his cock from her mouth, Kittikins lurched back, and gasped in
surprise.

Her pick lipstick was smeared all over his cock, there was no denying what
she had been up to. Kittikins however, knew how to deal with these
situations.

"Oh, but Mistress Alex, it's not my fault, I was just washing Jack's cock
when he started talking all this dirty talk to me. And then...." clearly
her mind was racing trying to think of what to say next, "and then he
started shaking his cock around, and begging me to suck him off! Honestly
Mistress, it's Jack's fault, not mine!"

Alex stood there with her arms crossed, considering the situation, "I
understand Kittikins. You have a very tough job around here putting up with
all these sluts."

Mistress Alex smiled and stepped forward to gently kissed the girl on the
top of her head.

"Jacky boy, you're one disgusting whore," she said as she turned her
attention to him. "You thought you could take advantage of my sweet and
innocent little Kittikins, didn't you?"

Then turning back to the girl, "Fetch me my crop. I think this slut boy
needs to be taught some manners."

Kittikins quickly scampered out the door, wanting to please her mistress
and get herself out of trouble.

When Kittikinds returned, Jack moaned through the leather hood. She was
carryihg Mistress Alex's crop in front of her in both hands, as if it were
a delicate prized possession. Kittikins knelt. Her knees were parted wide.
Her eyes were kept lowered. She lifted the crop up to her mistress with
both hands.

"Thank you pet. You may watch now."

Realizing how vulnerable he was in this position, Jack managed a muffled
protest.

"Don't worry Jacky boy, I promise I'll try not to hit that horny cock of
yours, or those precious ball."

She laughed and swung the crop though the air. It made a wooshing sound as
it cut throught the air, striking across his bare chest. The stinging lash
across his nipples caused his whole body to jerk.

She delivered th esecond lash across the top of his thighs, and it was just
as painful, leaving another long red welt.

The third strike wasn't quite so powerful, however it landed right across
his balls.

His legs shook uncontrollably. His entire boyd writhed violently. He had
never felt such sweet pain in all his life.

"Ooops!" His mistress said, sniggering and looking at Kittikins.

Kittikins stifled a giggle behind her hand.

"Now Jack, I think we will leave you here for a little while so you can
think about what a whore you have been."

Pain and pleasure, there was always such a fine line between the two. He
craved sweet agony. It always got him so excited. How and why? He didn't
understand or care. He just knew wanted more! Later when he would leave he
still wouldn't have the answers. He never would.

Jack served three more women that evening before being released and allowed
to go home, well after midnight. By the time the last woman used him, he
was so damned exhausted, he could do no more than just lay there and get
sucked and fucked.

He replayed the evening in her head as he drove home. His cock felt raw and
used, but he felt good and satisfied. He knew he would sleep well tonight.
As he staggered through the house towards the bedroom he noticed a light
on. Susan had waited up for him.

"Oh you should have gone to sleep princess," he said, leaning over to
gently kiss her forehead.

"I didn't mind Jack."

She smiled and rolled over, then as if it was an after thought she added,
"Jack, about that diamond bracelet, you know the one I saw at Ralph's last
month."

"Honey, you know don't need jewelry. You're beautiful enough without it,"
he said, lifting her tiny hand to his lips and gently kissing it.

Fucking women, flattery will do the trick every time, he thought smugly.
Besides he had been planning to buy that bracelet for Mistress Alex. Yes,
he was sure a gift like that would cement their relationship.

"Oh but Jack, I really want it so badly," she continued, "and Jack, we
don't want Daddy to find out how hard you've been working lately, now do
we?"

Her sweet smile didn't disguise for a moment what she really meant.

"Jack, I'm feeling so horny right now. I really am," she said, sitting up
and slipping her nightgown down she expose her bare shoulders.

Jack froze. Suddenly the cold hard reality of the situation hit him - his
Mistress Alex was no longer the only woman in his life who had him by his
balls.