1. The Foot Massage and The Video


    Date: 11/30/2019, Categories: BDSM, Author: moo3moo, Source: LushStories

    We had a client who wanted a foot massage so I was told to oil myself to get ready. I rubbed the sensuous liquid onto my chest and through my breasts. After I was done, Alex, my Handler, escorted me to the room where my Master was waiting to receive me. “This is my slut,” Master showed me, naked, to the Client, who was sitting on a wooden chair. “She will massage you today,” The Client gave me a disinterested nod. “Show him your massage balls,” Master ordered me. I cupped my hands around my oiled breasts and presented them to the Client. “Tell him what they are,” Master ordered. “They’re pathetic lumps of meat,” I recited. “What are they good for?” Master asked. “Being marinated,” I recited. “Get into position,” Master instructed. I walked behind the Client and got down onto the floor. Then I crawled under his chair and lay down on my back, stopping so that my breasts were positioned under his feet and I was facing him. “You can rub your feet on them,” Master encouraged the Client, who removed his socks and then placed his bare feet onto my oiled breasts. “She’s well oiled. It’s good for your feet,” Master said. The Client dug the base of his feet into my chest. My nipples hardened as he slid them back and forth across the top of my breasts. “Mmmph,” I could feel myself getting aroused. “We’ve got a video for you that will help you to relax, and then the slut here will massage your cock,” Master told the Client as he pressed play on his remote. “You've all met my slut ...
    before. She’s going to pleasure us this evening,” Master spoke in the video. I couldn’t see it, but then I didn’t need to. I could remember it. I was on my knees with my hands cuffed behind my back. Master was with three other men. They were not clients. They were Master’s friends. All of us were naked. “Tell us what you are,” Master ordered. “I’m a pathetic piece of shit," I recited. “What are you good for?” Master asked. “Being fucked,” I recited. “Do you deserve to be fucked?” Master asked. “No,” I shook my head. “Then why should we fuck you?” Master asked. “Because I have too many holes,” I recited. Master lifted my head with his hand and pulled down my bottom lip, “Tell us what this is.” “It’s a suck hole,” I said. “What is it good for?” Master asked. “Sucking cock,” I recited . “How many cocks are you going to suck?” Masked asked. “As many as you like, Sir,” I said. “Let’s give her some cock,” Master said as he shoved his own into my face. I sucked onto it as hard as I could, making loud raspberries and moving my head as much as possible so that Master didn’t have to move his cock too much. I tried to fit as much cock as I could but it wouldn’t go all the way down. In the end, Master had to hold my head in place with his hand as he pushed his cock down my throat. I was gagging but I tried to keep sucking. Master’s cock was getting harder. Master moaned on screen as the Client stopped massaging his feet. He lifted them off my breasts and unzipped his pants, before pulling them ...
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