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Soccer Mom Slave
Weekend in Vegas
By: Kahiltna
Friday Evening
As they walked through the casino Brenda noticed people looking at them. She felt wonderful wearing her new clothes. The tight dress over the garter belt and stockings made her feel sophisticated, feminine and sexy all at the same time. She imagined men looking at her back-seam stockings and it made her sway her hips a little more while she walked. She took her master’s arm. She was so happy her master made this evening happen.
Brenda was surprised when master guided her to Restaurant Guy Savoy. It was one of the best restaurants in Las Vegas and had a reputation for being extremely expensive. The Maitre d’ greeted them warmly and guided them to their table. The restaurant was as plush as anything Brenda had ever seen. Everyone was dressed in evening clothes, a woman in a formal gown played the piano quietly in the corner.
The head waiter appeared and handed a menu to each of them. Brenda put her menu down on the table unopened. She had never been to dinner as a slave but from communicating with other slaves on the internet she remembered to allow her master to order for her. She didn’t know why but this subtle submissive gesture meant a lot to her.
Brenda couldn’t keep track of all the staff, there was a busboy who poured their water, an assistant waiter who brought bread, the head waiter who spoke to them about special items available that were not on the menu, a wine captain who offered to make recommendations on a wine selection. Each of the waiters spent considerable time looking down the front of Brenda’s dress and legs. Other guests seated in the restaurant were stealing glances at Brenda. She pretended not to notice but loved every minute of the attention.
Master ordered their dinner, salads for each of them, Lobster Bordelaise for Brenda, Roasted Veal Chop for himself. He allowed the wine captain to suggest a bottle of Chardonnay from the wine menu. After the wine was poured and they were alone, Master held up his wine glass toward Brenda in a toast and said, “To my beautiful slave, you own the room.” Brenda blushed thanking her master.
The dinner was wonderful, each course was perfection, the service impeccable. After they had desert and finished their coffee, Brenda asked, “Master may I be excused to use the ladies room”. “Yes slave” he said, “But don’t be long the show starts soon”
As Brenda put her napkin on the table she noticed how much her skirt had ridden up her thighs while she and been seated.
“Sir when I get up, may I please pull my skirt down?”
She suddenly realized the assistant waiter had moved up behind her to help with her chair and must have overheard her. She blushed as her Master said,
“After you’re in the ladies room slave, you can adjust your dress then.
Brenda’s heart raced, she hesitated and then stood up. The assistant waiter moved her chair back, she was too embarrassed to turn around or thank him. As she walked to the ladies room she kept her eyes straight ahead, not wanting to see if anyone was looking at her. Once in the ladies room checked herself in the mirror. Most of her thighs were exposed showing the dark welt of her stocking tops. She was relieved that no skin was exposed. As she looked at herself in the mirror the embarrassment faded and she felt a little thrill at the thought of her master ordering her to flash her stockings in public. Knowing that his eyes were on her as she walked away from the table excited her even more. It must be the wine, she thought.
Before leaving the ladies room she made sure the dress was back in place and her makeup and hair were just right. She walked back to the table noticing the glances from some and stares from others. Master did not take his eyes off her as she approached the table. The assistant waiter appeared again to help her with the chair. This time she looked at him directly and said, “Oh thank you so much” His response was a sincere, “My pleasure ma’am”
As the waiter walked away Brenda leaned over the table toward her Master resting her chin on her hands, her elbows on the table. “Thank you Master”
He looked at her curiously and said, “For what slave?”
She looked into his eyes and said, “For everything Sir”
After leaving the restaurant they walked through the casino to the theatre. The ushers had started seating for the performance and they were escorted to their seats. The performance started with fast energetic songs followed by ballads and love songs. During the love songs Brenda was pleased when her Master’s hand rested on her thigh. At times he would run his fingers to the top of her stockings and then touch her cunt lips through the thin material of the panties. She spread her legs slightly to give him better access not caring who was watching.
When the performance was over, the audience rose to give Celine a standing ovation. Brenda could feel her dress had ridden up her thighs again. Instead of being embarrassed she felt the thrill of flashing. The audience finally started the slow process of filing out of the theatre. Brenda was holding her Master’s arm and thought about asking permission to cover herself but didn’t. She realized she didn’t want to cover herself right then. She didn’t want to stop how she felt at that moment.
It was very crowded outside the theatre, Brenda asked to be excused to use the ladies room. Master told her to meet him in the bar nearby when she was finished. The ladies room was crowded and Brenda had to wait in line for a stall. Standing there with her dress hiked up she could see the glances from the other women but did not touch her dress until after she went into a stall. The hem of her dress was a little higher now than it had been in the restaurant. On the back of one thigh one of her garter grips was showing “No wonder those women were giving me the odd looks” she thought with a giggle.
After leaving the ladies room Brenda found her Master waiting in the bar. Along the perimeter wall of the bar there were small half round booths with low cocktail tables each creating its own little semi-private seating area. Master was seated in one of the booths and had ordered drinks, a margarita for her, a Jameson for himself. They sat there sipping their drinks and talking about the show.
When they were nearly done with their drinks, the cocktail waitress came by and Master ordered another round. She wore an interpretation of a Roman toga. The white flowing material didn’t cover much. One shoulder was bare and it had a very low neckline accenting the young woman’s ample tits. The hemline was very short which showed off her long well shaped legs.
When she served drinks the waitress leaned over the low table. Brenda admired those lovely tits exposed even more as she was leaning over. It occurred to Brenda that the white dress that Master bought her was even more revealing than the toga worn by the waitress. She was thinking about the smooth skin on the waitress’s tits when she heard her say, “I like your dress. It looks great on you.”
Brenda looked up into the waitress’s smiling face and realized she had been caught staring. She felt herself blush.
“Oh, thank you.”
Brenda watched the waitress turn and walk away. She admired her long legs and the movement of her ass under the loose toga. Several carnal thoughts passed through her mind before her Master interrupted her train of thought.
“She’s very pretty isn’t she?”
“Ah…yes sir.”
Brenda hoped he would not ask what she was thinking. He smiled at her but said nothing more about the waitress.
After the second round of drinks Master told Brenda he was ready to play some craps, stood up and offered her his hand.
When Brenda stood up she felt a little light headed. She thought about her skirt but didn’t even consider asking to pull it down. They walked to the crap tables. Master chose a $25 table, they walked up and he dropped some cash on the table saying, “Chips please”.
The dealer took the cash and replaced it with some chips. Master asked Brenda to pick them up for her. As Brenda leaned over the table she felt the material on the back of her dress stretch tightly across her ass. She looked at her Master’s eyes while handing him the chips.
“Are you ready for some fun slave?”
Realizing what he was doing she smiled and said,
“Oh yes Master” This must be the tequila talking she thought.
He put two chips on the pass line and dropped more on the table and said loudly, “6 and 8”. The dealer picked up the chips and replied, “You gotta bet” placing them on the numbers.
They began what would become their routine for the next hour. Master would place the bets. When the bet paid Brenda would lean over the table to pick up his winnings. When the stick man slid five dice in front of them the first time, master smiled and gestured toward the dice with his hand.
“Roll the dice slave”
She hesitated “But I’ve never done it before Master” As loud as it was around the table she couldn’t be sure if anyone could overhear but she didn’t care.
“Just pick up two of the dice, throw them all the way to the other end of the table and make them come up either a 7 or 11 slave”.
Brenda did as she was told leaning over the table more than she really needed to and jumped slightly as she tossed the dice knowing it would shake her tits. When the dice came to rest the dealer called out “7 WINNER” The table erupted in cheers, Brenda jumped up and down and then threw her arms around her master’s neck giving him a kiss. When he hugged Brenda around the waist, she could felt a little tug on the back of the dress. By now Brenda knew her dress riding up, she was sure the tops of her stockings and probably her sheer panties were showing. The excitement of the gambling, the flashing and knowing how much she was pleasing her Master was a terrific rush.
They continued gambling, Master placing the bets, Brenda rolling the dice and picking up the winnings. Brenda noticed the dealers looking down her dress as she leaned over the table. That only encouraged her to lean over a little more. Brenda was a little fuzzy about the rules, sometimes she didn’t understand why they lost or won a hand but she just kept following her Master’s directions and had a great time. Win or lose, everyone at the table seemed to like the way she rolled the dice.
Finally Master waved his hand over table and told the dealer “We’re out”. The Dealer replied “You’re out sir”. Master put all his chips on the table. Brenda watched as the dealer counted them up and then pushed the same amount of chips in larger denominations across the table.
“Pick up our winnings slave” he said looking at Brenda.
Brenda realized this was her last chance, she leaned over the table, looked up at the dealer.
“Thanks, I had so much fun”.
The dealer was looking at Brenda’s tits when he said “So did I ma’am.” Brenda picked up the chips, turned and handed them to her smiling Master. Taking the chips from Brenda he tossed a $50 on the table and said “Thanks guys”. He put his arm around Brenda’s waist and guided her to the cashier’s window.
Friday Midnight
Brenda was bubbling over with excitement. “How did we do Master?”
“I think we’re up about $500.”
After they cashed in their winnings he guided Brenda toward the elevators. He let his hand slide across her ass and ran his fingers on the bare skin above her stockings. Brenda realized the hem of her dress was much higher than she thought. As they walked past a mirror she could clearly see bare skin above the tops of her stockings, the garter straps and the bottom of her black sheer panties. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight. Brenda knew she should feel embarrassed but she didn’t. In spite of that she said, “Master, may I pull my skirt down?”
“Not a chance slave” he said firmly.
While they waited for the elevator Master put his arm around Brenda’s waist. She felt him run his fingers over the dress tracing the outline of her garter belt and the individual garter straps. His hand slipped down to her ass and he gently stroked her. Then she felt him give a little tug on her dress pulling it up even higher. He ran his fingers over the exposed nylon panties covering her ass. Brenda’s heart raced, she was so aroused now she just wanted to do whatever her Master told her to do.
The bell rang, the elevator doors opened and he guided her inside. He hugged her around the waist and kissed her. When the doors closed he pulled the hem of Brenda’s dress up to her waist. Brenda was kissing her Master passionately now, her tongue probing deeply. Master broke off the kiss and turned Brenda around so her back was pressed against him. He squeezed both her tits through dress and then let one hand drop between her legs. He gently stroked her slit through the panties.
Brenda had her eyes closed as he pulled her panties aside exposing her wet cunt. Gently spreading her cunt lips he touched her clit. Brenda’s body tensed and she inhaled sharply. He began a gentle rhythm stroking on Brenda’s clit. He could feel it getting harder by the second.
“Oh Master, I can’t wait to get back to the room” she cooed.
The elevator doors opened.
“Not yet slave.”
He released his embrace. Taking Brenda by the hand, he lead her out of the elevator. Brenda was light headed from all the stimulation. She followed her master out of the elevator, her dress pulled up over her hips. The hallway was deserted. Master walked her to a couch outside the elevators and gestured for her to sit down. Brenda sat down and watched as her Master as he stepped back and took the small video camera from his jacket pocket.
Brenda suddenly remembered the video camera and realized that her Master intended to photograph her here in the hallway. She was instantly aroused and frightened at the same time. He started the video.
“Where are you slave?”
Brenda felt less frightened and more aroused.
“We’re at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas Master, our room is right down the hall.”
“Spread your legs slave”
“Yes sir” Brenda said as she spread her legs. Her cunt was clearly visible through the panties. Without being told to do so she started smoothing out her stockings, starting at her ankles and working her way up to the stocking tops.
“Stand up slave”
“Yes sir” Brenda stood.
“Put your left foot on the couch slave.” Brenda put her left foot on the couch extending her knee away from her body to give the best possible view of her cunt.
Master walked around slowly to get different angles of the provocative pose. Brenda smiled and ran her fingers through her hair.
“Turn around slave”
Brenda took her foot off the couch and turned around. Putting her hands on her hips she looked over her shoulder in her favorite pin up pose.
“Spread your legs a little more slave”
“Like this master?” she said as she separated her feet.
“More”
“Yes sir” Brenda’s feet were now a much more than shoulder width apart.
“Bend over and put your hands on the couch slave”
Brenda bent over, the panties stretched tight over her gorgeous ass and cunt.
“Do you want to finger your cunt slave?”
“Yes sir”
“Finger your cunt slave but don’t put your fingers under your panties”
Brenda ran her fingers up and down her slit. She was instantly stimulated by the touch. She started rubbing harder and gently rocking her hips back and forth. The nylon barrier prevented her from pleasuring herself properly.
“Do you want fingers in your cunt slave?
“Yes sir, very much” she said as she continued to rub herself.
“Stop” Brenda immediately stopped. “Stand up and put your legs together” Brenda did as she was told. “Now take off your panties.
Brenda put both thumbs in the waist band of the panties and started to slip them off. She wiggled her hips from side to side as the panties slid over her ass. With her knees straight, she bent over and slowly slid the panties down her legs until they were around her ankles, then stood up and carefully stepped out of them one foot at a time.
“Bend over again slave, hands on the couch, spread your legs.”
Brenda bent over and put her hands on the couch. She spread her legs even wider than before. He walked up behind her. Holding the video camera in one had he gently stroked the inside of her thighs and ass with the other. He gently pinched her cunt lips, feeling the slippery wetness. He touched her clit causing her to breathe in and her body to jerk. He slipped his finger into her cunt and started to finger slowly at first, then started to pick up speed. Brenda responded by pressing her hips back against his hand matching his rhythm. It was clear by her body movement that she was becoming more aroused.
“You could cum right now, couldn’t you slave?”
“Yes Master” she said slightly out of breath. He pulled his fingers out of her soaking cunt.
“Not yet slave, take off your dress”
Brenda stood up and turned “Master? Take off my dress? Here?”
“You heard me slave, and now that you’ve question my order I suggest you don’t compound that by making me wait”
Brenda nervously reached behind her to unbutton the closure at the back of her neck. Then she slid down the zipper opening the back of the dress. She slipped the dress down her body and legs. She stepped out of the dress and handed it to her master’s outstretched hand. Standing there in her lingerie he instructed her to turn around slowly and then into several poses, seated legs crossed, legs spread, kneeling on the couch, laying on the couch with her legs straight up, finally telling her to stand up.
“Take off the bra slave”
“Yes sir” she said reaching behind her. She unclasped the bra and handed it to her master.
“Lay on the couch” Brenda did as she was told. “Don’t you want to play with those lovely tits slave?”
Brenda started to fondle her tits and pinching her nipples. She was frightened and about being naked in the hotel hallway but she was so turned on she didn’t want to stop.
“Didn’t you say you could cum right now slave?”
“Yes master”
“Well, let’s see you cum slave”
Brenda’s right hand slid between her legs while her left hand continued to play with her tits. Her fingers slipped into her cunt first rubbing her clit and then slipping deeply inside. Pinching her nipples with her left hand she pulled the fingers of her right hand out of her hole and started to concentrate on her clit.
Brenda was nearing her orgasm when the elevator bell rang and the light came on above one of the doors, Brenda gasped.
“Don’t stop slave” Master said harshly.
Brenda was facing the door, Master’s back was to the door, the video camera pointed at Brenda. As the doors opened Brenda realized she was so aroused she didn’t need Master’s order to continue masturbating. She resumed fingering her clit and pinching her nipples. She looked up briefly to see a young couple step out of the elevator, stop in their tracks and stare at her. She closed her eyes and realized it was the same young couple that had seen her with her dress pulled up earlier that afternoon. She smiled and felt her orgasm near.
“Holy Shit” said the young man, “Oh My God” said the young woman.
“Don’t mind us folks” Master said in his authoritative voice.
At that moment Brenda felt completely secure, nude, masturbating in a hotel hallway while strangers watched. As long as my master is here I’ll do anything, she thought. Fingering her cunt furiously, she moaned loudly as her orgasm swept through her body.
“Come on” the young woman said as she stomped off down the hallway. The young man followed behind, his eyes locked on Brenda until he was around the corner.
Brenda gigged as she opened her eyes. She licked her fingers seductively.
“Thank you master”
Master continued filming and said, “We had better go to our room now slave”
“Yes Sir”
He carried her clothes in one hand and continued to video with the other. Brenda was in no hurry. She made an overdramatic movement peeking around corner of the hallway taking the opportunity to bend over and expose her ass and cunt to the camera. She looked back at the camera and said innocently,
“I think they’re gone.”
She walked down the hall in an indirect line stopping from time to time to adjust her stockings or garter belt. She bent over to check the ankle straps on her shoes again exposing her ass and cunt. She turned toward the camera, cupping her tits with both hands, a worried look on her face.
“Master do you have my bra?
“Yes slave, I have your bra.”
“Oh good.”
Looking into the camera with a big smile, she pinched her nipples between her fingers.
“I was afraid I had lost it.”
Holding up first one of her tits and then the other she licked each nipple while staring directly into the camera. She sighed and turned, slowly walking down the hall again swaying her hips. Finally as they neared the room, she faced the camera and pulled her shoulder length hair above her head.
“Is it hot in here or is it just me?”
“Oh it’s you slave, it’s definitely you!”
He handed her the room key, she opened the door, looked at the camera with a pout face.
“Master do we really have to go in?”
“Yes slave, we really have to go in.”
Looking straight at the camera she turned and stepped through the door, never taking her eyes off the camera until she disappeared in the room.
Master turned off the camera and stepped through the door allowing it to close behind him. Brenda threw her arms around his neck and started kissing him all over his neck and face. She said excitedly, “Oh Master, I can’t believe we just did that, I’m so turned on. Please fuck me sir, Please!”
“Wait for me on the balcony slave”
“Yes sir.” She turned and walked away.
He put down Brenda’s clothing and video camera. He took off his clothes. He walked on the balcony to see Brenda standing with her arms on the railing looking at the lights of the Vegas Strip. Master walked up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist. Brenda could feel his hard cock pressing against her thighs. She spread her legs and allowed his cock to pop up between her legs. She rubbed her ass back against him.
He began exploring her body, running his hands over her tits, pinching her hard nipples, feeling the lace on the garter belt around her hips, touching the garter grips where they met the tops of her stockings, spreading her cunts lips, tweaking her hard clit with his middle finger, exploring her went cunt first with one finger, then two and finally three. Brenda responded by humping her hips against his fingers and breathing heavily. Master took his wet fingers from Brenda’s cunt and held them up to her face. She immediately took them in her mouth and sucked off her juices.
Master stepped back and turned her around. With his left hand he grasped Brenda’s long hair and guided her down. Not wanting to kneel on the hard concrete balcony floor, Brenda squatted with her knees spread. Reaching both hands behind her, she gripped the balusters on the patio railing for balance. With a firm grip on her hair with his left hand he held her head still while he began to rub his cock over her face with his right hand. Brenda licked and sucked at his cock each time it crossed in front of her mouth. Finally he pressed his cock against Brenda’s lips and gave her head a nudge forward. She sucked his cock deep into her mouth. Master let go of his cock and Brenda’s hair. He placed both hands on the top rail and allowed his slave freedom to suck his cock.
Brenda took full advantage and moved her head vigorously forcing his cock in and out of her mouth. She alternated circular motions and chin up and down motions. Sometimes she allowed his cock to slip out of her mouth so she could lick and suck his balls. Brenda was warming up and couldn’t wait to get his cock all the way down her throat. She continued with every technique she knew to pleasure her master. Eventually she forced her head forward, his cock slid down her throat where she held in as long as she could.
Brenda continued sucking and throating her master until she felt his hand on her hair pulling her to a standing position. He backed her up against the rail and lifted her right leg. Holding his forearm behind her knee he gripped the railing with his left hand, spreading her in a standing position. Brenda guided his cock to her spread cunt. He thrust his cock deep inside and her she came immediately.
Brenda lost track of how long her Master fucked her. He continued to fuck her against the rail until she came again. Releasing her leg, he grabbed her hair with both hands and bent her over at the waist guiding her face to his cock. Brenda opened her mouth and he forcing his cock down her throat. She held his hips as he throat fucked her forcefully.
Pulling his cock of her mouth, he spun her around. He bent her over, grabbed her hips and started fucking her from behind. Brenda held the balcony rail, her tits and hair flailed about wildly. The loud smacking sound as their bodies collided carried away into the night. Brenda came and when Master didn’t stop, she came again.
Master pulled his cock out of Brenda and left her standing there. He dragged the patio chair over next to the railing and sat down. Brenda held the balusters with both hands and squatted on his cock. In this position she was free to rotate and hump in every direction. He allowed her to fuck him as she pleased for a while and then grabbed her ass and controlled the movement of her body just the way he wanted. Her orgasms were flowing through her one after another.
Eventually he told her to let go of the rail. He pulled her back into his lap. Holding her thighs tightly, he spread her legs forcing her to lean back against his chest. He held her legs spread and fucked her madly. Brenda fingered her clit with one hand and grabbed her tits with the other. When Brenda opened her eyes she was looking out over the city through her spread legs. She fantasized that everyone in the city was watching her Master her fuck. When she felt his cum explode inside her cunt she came one last time and then collapsed in exhaustion.
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