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“Serve means this: you surrender your slave. He will no longer obey your command. He will belong to another—used, drained, degraded before your eyes. You will sit, helpless, as your man pleasures another woman… and you will know it is your weakness that cost you.” Martha’s fingers clenched her wine glass, her knuckles whitening. A heat stirred low in her belly, but shame licked her spine at the thought of losing him. The host raised his goblet, letting the candlelight flare against its rim. “Dare… or Serve. That is your only choice tonight. And remember…” His voice lowered, rich with cruel promise. “The eyes of Velaria are upon you. Refusal is not protection. It is punishment.” The women bre

He looks angry. "Please, sir, I'll do whatever you want, but let me out first." "I need to finish what I started, and you have to help me with that. If you do a good job, I can even reward you with good sex. I'll make you cum very hard. What do you think? Deal?" A... Sex? No. No. "I'm sorry, sir, but no." "You don't want to cum? Does Storm treat you well? Or are you scared of serving another master?"

I deposit the bottle on the table, planning on making a quick escape when a deep voice stops me. "Serve us." That voice. It sounds so strange, yet so awfully familiar. The sexy-as-hell baritone washes over me, sending tingles down my core. I swallow. "Okay." I take another deep breath and unscrew the bottle, praying it does not slip from my shaky fingers and shatter all over the floors. Why does he want me to serve? Does he know me from somewhere? Two of the three men gaze lewdly at me, trying so hard to look down the bodice of my top. Perverts.

There were three guys left, the ones playing with her tits, and as the second guy to get satisfied pulled out, the one who groped her first grabbed her and helped her up onto the serving counter next to her register. He grinned. "You still have three more customers to serve, Amber." he chuckled, dropping his pants and climbing up next to her. She grinned. "Service with a smile." and began kissing him. They kissed and groped for a few minutes, completely aware of the greedy eyes of the two currently unserved customers and the satiated eyes of the satisfied ones, then he rolled her on top of him and entered her with a hard push. She gasped and wiggled a little, then began to rock on top of him

while Nuan kept screaming and moaning with ecstasy. "Ummmmhhhh....unnhhhhh.... Oohhhuuuuhhhh.... Hhhmmmm.... Fuck me... Do not stop.... F....u....c...c...c...kkkk... Aaaarrrrhhhh..... My pussssssyyyyyyy.... Aaaarrrrhhhh.... My pussssssyyyyyyy issss sooooo ho...t.... I can...n't breath a...nymore.... Aaaarrrrhhhhh.... This is indeed an OPERATION NO MERCY for Nuan that night!

Kazumis POV Shaun is such a pain in the ass. If I could I would have kicked him out of the store the second he appeared before my eyes but I should be patient after all this is my duty to provide service to the customers even though I hate them. I put on a fake smile as the manager was looking at me and throwing daggers from his eyes. Only if looks can kill I might have died several deaths. I tried my best to suppress my vengeance and tried to imagine him as a normal customer, just a NORMAL customer. "How can I help you SIR" I gritted my teeth while emphasizing the word Sir. He showed me his usual ugly smile. "I want some handcuffs so that I can handcuff your hand and take you home." he said

Do I have to do all the labor? HER: [grabs your hand and lick the index finger while looking at you straight into eyes.] I shall serve you tonight! [grabs the jeans and pulls down the jeans up to knees and licks your finger by putting it into my mouth] Shall I proceed? HIM: [Curls my lower lip inward] Is that even a question? [Grabs your hair] Time to show your servitude.

I jerk my cock twice and the hot fluid spurts out with pressure it hits directly on her face and tongue. I watch her swallowing my cum and I feel relaxed, calm, and very satisfied. I pat her head just like you do to little children. She gives me a look that is filled with exhausted annoyance and I silently chuckle. Soon the door knocks, interrupting our private little session. I adjust myself and her, asking the person to enter. The servant enters with a tray of food in his hand. “Sir, we couldn’t find the soup.”

“What did we do to your coffee, huh, just a little lust serum to knock that prim attitude right out of you, now stop fighting and hike that dress up, show us that slick pussy you’ve been hiding.” The admission hit me like a slap, rage flaring hot but drowned out by the serum’s fire, my hips bucking up as their hands worked higher, pinching the sensitive skin of my thighs, then zeroing in on my clit through the thin barrier of my panties, Scott’s fingers rubbing roughly, harshly, twisting the nub until I cried out, the sound raw and needy.

I ordered against her cunt, sending a vibration across her body. She nodded slightly, sweat tricked her forehead as she tried holding the edge of the tub. I resumed sucking her cunt till it got all dry but it kept dripping like honey and wouldn't stop so I continued to drink all of it and at this point I would get drunk by her slicky fluid.