Chapter 73

JULIA

Poor Whore. Two weeks ago, she probably wouldn't be fucking anyone other than her Master. Her Master had now opened the gates for his slave to fuck other men. I suspected Whore was now going to be fucking a lot of other men, perhaps even in public if today was any indication. I think she knew it too. She looked quite dejected.

I crossed the spa and pulled her into my arms, kissing her, surprising her. My lips lingered on hers, pressing against her, my hand reaching between her legs. Whore hadn't been allowed to cum since breakfast. Being a slave wasn't all sucking cocks and licking cunts. Under my incessant pressure, her lips parted under mine and our tongues entangled, danced. She gasped when I found her magic button, rubbing two fingers on either side of it. I kept it up until she moaned for me, thrusting her hips against my questing hand, surrendering to her pleasure.

"Don't fight it, slave," I whispered, kissing her ear. &quo