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Lipstick 4

Tonight, I shower, shave, (she demands no body hair) and carefully do my hair and makeup. It is then I slide on my silk thong and dress in my finest dress. I'm meeting Pamela at a local Chicago hotel lounge in an hour. A spritz of perfume and I cab to her. In the lounge, I see her but instead of her trademark black jeans and leather jacket, she's wearing a black suit, white shirt and tie! She's drinking a beer (can't change that) and chatting with a tall gray haired man who could be 60. She greets me and introduces me as her "lipstick girl"! WTF? He seems nice although at least sixty and we chit chat. I order a martini, and learn that he's actually the VP of the company that she works for. When he excuses himself to the restroom, Pamela slides her hand under my dress and cups my ass telling me I look lovely. As always, I melt under her compliment until she tells me that he wants to watch me please her upstairs in is room! I stammer that I can't. In the middle of this upscale downtown hotel bar she grabs by chin and snarls, "do it or get out of my loft and my life!" She knows I've given myself to her, but this? I order another drink and she puts a pill on her tongue and forces it into my mouth. Bitter, I swallow and she tells me its Ecstasy! OMG! He returns and we continue pleasant conversation. I finish my second drink, but can feel its effect. I have no idea what that pill will do. Calmly, we seem to float to the elevator and we're soon in his suite. THREE rooms at that. I remember him offering me really tasty and wet champagne which I gulp at the bar, and looking around the living room of the suite, I then see Pamela emerge from the bedroom totally naked. "Watch this, Andrew" she says. With that she walks to me and giving me an open mouth kiss, which I must respond to, entwines her fingers in my hair and pulls me to my knees. Fully clothed, I feel silly until she pushed my face into her pussy! As always, the touch and taste of her makes my tongue start snaking into her. I can't believe how silly it seems with her NAKED and me fully dressed on my knees licking her pussy. In a fog I look up to her and she orders me to strip. I remain sitting and clumsily pull of my dress, heels and bra and panties. She again grabs my long blonde hair, in contrast to her short black bob, and drags me to the couch in front of the bar area. There, she leans over the couch and looking at him orders, "eat my ass baby!" She's bending over the back of the couch, looking over her shoulder to the bar, and her tight little ass in front of my kneeling self. The room appears to be reeling but I only see that ass that I love. I gently kiss her asscheek but am overwhelmed with the lust to bury my tongue in her ass and I do! I have no idea for long I devour her ass and fuck her beautiful asshole with my tongue, but she stands and turns shoves her shaven pussy into my lips. I'm hungrily sucking and lapping when I feel hands on my shoulders. I turn, and the man (Andrew?) stands behind me. Pamela again grabs my hair and directs my wet face toward his crotch. "Suck him now!" she orders. While horrified, my fingers are already undoing his belt, unfastening his pants and somehow at his feet pulling off his shoes, socks, and pants. I hesitate, and Pamela shoves my face into his cock. Do it well she orders and for some reason my entire being revolves around pleasing this cock dangling in front of me!

I want to please her, him, her, me? I engulf his cock into my mouth and it immediately starts to throb and harden. Not satisfied with that, I stroke my spit onto it and lap eagerly at his hanging balls. What am I doing? And then I'm aware that my hand is between my legs rubbing my pussy! I'm looking up at the laughing Pamela, stroking myself, and sucking cock like a whore! Pamela leans over and grabs his belt off his pants and whips me across my ass in the air. I feel my orgasm immediately as my mouth is filled with spurting cum from his cock. I think I swallow some but it runs over my chin. There must be some on my tits because Pamela runs her finger through it and smears it across her pussy shoves my face into her ordering me lick her. I'm in heaven to back between her legs but I'm crazed for any king of satisfaction. Then, they'r gone from in front of me. I hang my head for a moment and then see them standing at the bar, her naked, him naked from the waist down lighting cigaretees! I'm so crazy for any sex. Pamela stands me up and sits me a bar stool declaring that now I'll fuck myself for their amusement. OK whatever until she hands me her dildo and I can't wait to thrust into my wet aching pussy. I fuck myself to a series of orgasms as they quietly watch. My last recall is slobbering over their feet, tongue fucking their asses and finally Pamela riding my face and mouth while her boss fucked my ass and then cumming on my face. At some point I think I was in the bathroom with Pamela and there was something salty in my mouth and I heard Andrew scolding her somehow? I awoke with the most incredible headache I've ever had, alone in a monster bed. Stumbling into the kitchen I saw Pamela drinking coffee at the bar. I looked in one of the many mirrors and saw a blonde whore with matted hair, smeared makeup and swollen lips. She smiled at me and told me I was her good little whore and probably got her promoted. With my head reeling, I thru up in the sink. Pamela laughed, and said that seeing as she'd showered, she'd let her lipstick slut suck her off and then get cleaned up for "lunch". As my ruined face and sore body knelt before her and parted her robe, I was amazed that her beautiful pussy under my lips made it all so good. I knew that I was hers at that moment and wondered if I could survive it and be anything like the woman I was when I met my owner.