4.1

I lost a lot of money in a bet. I'd never gambled before, thinking, perhaps rightly so, that the practice is buffoonish and asinine, but had had one too many drinks in a club. I had made a bet with a guy at the bar. I couldn't pay it back. It turned out the guy I had made the bet with was a gangster. I found this out the hard way, when I came to talk to him about it at his club, and after telling him I didn't have the money, I got tossed into a room and tied to a chair, and then someone pointed a gun at my head. They told me I was going to pay, one way or another. I told them I wasn't lying, I really didn't have any money. The man with the gun cocked the trigger. He was about to shoot me!

I was saved by someone tapping him on the shoulder and whispering something into his ear. He holstered his gun, and then he and his men left the room for what felt like days. I sat in there, sweating, wondering what horrible thing was about to happen to me. Finally, they came back in, and they told me I had to choose between death, or becoming something bizarre. I was told that I could become the slave to a woman who was paid to play at being a slave at a lesbian brothel, for a week. I was to do everything she told me, no exceptions, or die. So long as I fulfilled my end of the bargain, my debt would be wiped away.

That's it. Apparently the lesbian prostitute mock slave they had was so popular and well paid that she had some power, and had personally asked for this arrangement. I agreed, and was told to show up at the brothel the following week, pending a clean blood test.

When I arrived at the brothel with my papers showing a clean test, I was extremely nervous, as I didn't know what kinds of depravity went on there. I was shown into her room. She took my papers, looked them over and set them on a table in another room. Then, she asked me to undress, and sit down in a darkened corner of the room. She looked like she could have just walked off set from a Bollywood movie. She was stunning, curvaceous, and alluring. She appeared to be in her late twenties, or early thirties. This was to be my mistress for the next week. She told me to stay quiet. "Lesbians don't like when men are around when they come here, but they can ignore them, so long as they're quiet. They get a kick out of it. It's a sexy paradox for them. And don't worry, no one is allowed in here without being tested. We're all clean. Everyone is just here to have good, clean fun." She then winked at me, and smiled. I thought maybe she would be kind, and go easy on me. Maybe she even just wanted a companion. Maybe she just wanted someone to pleasure her, fuck her, after her slaving was done for each day, and she'd made her money.

I was very, very wrong. What followed was the most depraved, most insane sexual events I've ever been a part of. More extreme and more crazy than I dealt with in the desert in my story "Thirst," and more dirty and freaky than anything I dealt with in "Deadly Sexy." This is not for the light of heart.

The first night, mistress took a long bath with scented oils, while five gorgeous Indian women watched her. They each were slowly undressing each other, while kissing, and fingering each other, and watching mistress. Finally, all five were naked. One of them beckoned, "Come here slave." In a sing song voice, while beckoning with her finger. Mistress walked over to the group, and kneeled on the floor. The five women proceeded to surround her, and one of them then leaned down and spit onto mistress's lips. Mistress turned her head, but two of the women grabbed her, one by the head, holding her head steady with a hand on either side, and the other grabbed her by the jaw, forcing her lips open. "Yes, you behave now." Said the beautiful woman who had spit in the first place.

She parted her lips, and let another long string of spit drool onto mistress's lips, but this time it made it past, and into her mouth. The stunning woman who was holding her jaw now held her hand over mistress's mouth, forcing her to swallow. Each woman then took their turn spitting into her mouth. She stopped fighting, and just began drinking it all in. "Now, lay down, whore." Instructed one of the voluptuous females.

Mistress did as she was told, and laid there, on her back. The woman who had instructed her then straddled her face. Mistress began licking her clit. The woman straddling her spat onto her own bush, and the other women crowded around to do the same. Mistress kept licking, as the spit dripped down, all over her face. The woman straddling her finally came, shivering, and grinding her pussy onto mistress's face. The spit splattered all over her, and into her hair. The next woman walked up, and straddled her face, too, but facing away from her. She leaned forward, and placed her pussy into mistress's mouth, who began fucking her with her tongue.

The woman doing the straddling began to push back, and then lean forward, forcing the tongue deeper and deeper inside of her. As she did so, the other four leaned in and spat into the woman's pussy, creating a froth as it was slammed in and out of with mistress's tongue. Then, they spat into the straddler's ass crack, over and over, until there was a thick, viscous river of spit, slowly dripping down, toward the waiting mouth below. As she continued to grind her pussy back and forth on the mouth of mistress, the spit began to pool into her mouth, and she drank it. The straddler came, then, as the slurping sounds seemed to have pushed her over the edge.

She began to lean back, trying to force her ass into the face below, but the face turned away. Again, the other women stepped in, and forced her mouth open, and, this time, into the crack. She licked all of the spit out of the woman's crack, as the woman fingered herself, and came again. The other women used her in similar ways, until each had had her orgasm. Some of the women spit on mistress's pussy and fingered her a bit, but none seemed to be trying to pleasure her, rather they seemed to enjoy humiliating her by abusing her pussy as well as her face.

After that, one of the more curvy women sat on a chair, with her pussy above mistress's face. One of the other women began to finger her, and then put more fingers in and fingered her harder, until finally she was fingering her with all five fingers. The woman in the chair leaned back, holding her knees, and exposing her pussy to the others, who took turns spitting into her now gaping pussy, and fingering her, to push the spit deep inside.

Eventually, she was overflowing with spit, dripping out of her cunt. She then got down and straddled mistress, and began masturbating. The spit dripped out of her the entire time in a long, slow stream, until eventually she came, and a huge gushing blast came all at once, completely filling the waiting mouth below with the huge amount of spit from inside the woman, as well as her come, and was drank laboriously. Some of it splashed out, and got all over mistress's face, as well. All of the women were very excited during this finale, and several of them went down on each other during it, and came shortly after. Then, they got dressed quietly, and departed.

Mistress stood up, then, after they had left. I expected her to be sad, and mopey, due to having been abused so. But, she smiled. Had it been an act? Did she enjoy all of it? "It's your turn, slave." She said to me, and gestured for me to approach her. I did so, and, once I got over to the mat where she stood, I realized how messy things actually were: the mat was dripping with spit, and so was mistress. "On your knees!" She barked. I got onto my knees, still not sure what she wanted of me. She grabbed me, roughly, by the back of my hair. I had just a second to realize what was about to happen, as I saw that the collective spit of the five women had dripped down her body, and had pooled in her pubes, this, she forced my face into. The taste was intense. I turned my head, but she had a firm grip on my hair, and forced my face back into her thick, dripping bush. The flavor was of the pussies and mouths of six women. I stuck my tongue through it, and started licking her clit.

This is when I realized she wasn't just looking for pleasure, she was looking for a nasty slave to abuse. She made a tsk tsk sound, and said, "No, I think you're playing dumb with me. You need to clean me before you are allowed to pleasure me. I work very hard to please women, and now you will work even harder for me." She then pinched my mouth open, and forced her bush into it. The spit filled my mouth, and I sucked it off of her pubes, and turned my head to spit it out. Of course, she held her hand over my mouth, forcing me to drink it.

Next, she turned around, and got on her hands and knees. "Clean me, here, too." She demanded, pointing at her ass. I could see spit pooled there, too. I licked her clean as quickly as I could, since, despite loving pussy, ass was not my favorite. But, I wanted to get it over with fast. "Ah, much more clean, and fresh feeling!" She said, in a sing song, lilting Indian accent. She turned around, and, her also on her knees now, leaned in to kiss me. I leaned forward, closing my eyes. Despite being abused, I was feeling absolutely relaxed, and a great deal of love seemed to be coming from her. Then whack! She slapped me across the face. "I'm not kissing you, you stupid whore!" I opened my eyes, and saw her pointing to her face. "I need to be cleaned!" I noticed, now, her face was covered in spit, some wet, some dry. She smiled now, and softened. "Understand? Now, lick me." I leaned in and licked her face, all over, under her chin, and down her neck and onto her breasts where the spit had dripped.

"For being new at this, you are very good! A fast learner I see." She said playfully. Then she stood up, lifted one leg up, and slammed her pussy onto my lips. I licked it vigorously. She tasted amazing. After a few minutes licking her clit, she angled herself with her leg a bit higher. "Put your tongue inside me." I did so. "Do not let it come out of my fucking cunt or you will pay! Do you understand you fucking slave?!" She demanded.

My tongue was deep inside of her, so I just made a noise kind of like "Uh huh." She began rubbing her clit, then, and grinding on my face. I could taste her female juices building up inside of her. Her pussy started to grip my tongue, and she let out a shout, and pulled against the back of my head, jamming my tongue even deeper inside of her. I tasted heaven, then, as her thick, white female come dripped down from inside her, as her pussy contracted all around my tongue, over and over, working the come into my mouth. I drank it in. She shook for a moment, and then stayed in that pose until she was calm, and the orgasm had stopped.

She then dismounted from my face, and stood in front of me. "Okay, you're done, slave. You can do whatever you want until tomorrow night, when it's show time again." I heard laughter then, and looked over to see the five lesbians from before had been watching from the hall the entire time.

"Eat that ass man slave!" One yelled.

"Drink that come too! Fuck you!" Another called. They all burst out laughing and walked away. I stood up, glaring, then.

She smiled, oddly sympathetic at me, and said, "It's part of the show. When we're working, it's all the show. Just let it go. You see those women out in the streets, and they won't even acknowledge that they know you. So, don't worry about it, eh?"

"Fair enough, I guess." I replied, and then winced, ready for another slap. She just smiled, chuckled, and then patted me on the arm.

"Show's over, guy, chill out." And she walked back into her room.

Chapter 2

I explored the local markets the next day, and watched a movie. I was nervous, and admittedly a bit excited about the coming evening. The spit slave lesbians had gotten nasty with mistress, but it wasn't anything too much for me, despite being odd and extreme. Yet, I had to admit to myself that I had no idea what her other clients might do. They could do things that would make me vomit, and wish I was dead. I also started to wonder if she, outside of work, might be a normal woman, who I could get along with. I remembered her final words to me "Show's over, guy, chill out." Was it possible? Was she just a normal lady? With these heavy thoughts, I made my way back to the brothel, and to mistresses' apartment.

She was there, waiting, and fully dressed. The mat was out. "Get naked, and sit in the corner, you know the drill." She said, with the same smile and wink as the day before.

Just like last time, she got into a tub, and another group of women showed up. Ten this time. Again, they watched her, touched each other, and undressed. They all appeared to be thirsty, as during the hour they watched mistress bathe, they drank two water bottles, each. Once they were all nude, they called her over, and told her to kneel. Then, one of them walked forward, and thrust her pussy onto the lips beneath her. Mistress began licking her clit, and the woman moaned loudly. After a few minutes, she pulled back a bit, and began vigorously rubbing her clit. "Open your mouth!" She shouted. Mistress did so, and the woman spread her brown, soft pussy lips, allowing mistress to see the beautiful pink inside, angled it toward her, and then a jet of squirt shot out of the woman, and into mistress's mouth. She tried to close it, but, just like with the other women, another woman forced her mouth open as the stream gushed out of the pussy above her, and into her mouth.

One of them held mistress's nose, and said, "Drink every last drop or you're going to drown you fucking slut!" I watched the hot liquid dripping down mistress's chin for a moment, and then saw her throat start moving, and the pool drained, as it shot down her throat.

The woman who was coming yelled, "You like drinking me?! Do I taste good you fucking slut!?" Mistress nodded and kept drinking until the woman was drained entirely, and finished by gently leaning in to make sure the last few drops went into her mouth.

Next, two women came up on either side of mistress, and began fingering themselves. The wet slurping sounds of their pussies drove me wild, as they moaned, and shouted with pleasure. Mistress just watched, a slight grin on her face. Finally one of the women said, "Are you ready?" To the other, who nodded. "Open your mouth, slave! Drink it all or you'll spend the rest of the night sticking your tongue inside all ten of our assholes!" Shouted the one who had spoken, and as mistress's mouth opened, squirt began to shoot out, everywhere, from both sides of her head. Both women were coming, but kept rubbing their clits, so the squirt was splattering all over mistress, soaking her face and hair, dripping down her breasts, into her ass crack and pussy. Then, both spread their lips and angled themselves so the squirt came from each, in a fountain, and into mistress's mouth.

She clearly did not want to lick ten women's assholes, because she began to literally chug the squirt in huge gulps in order to stop it from spilling out of her mouth. One woman was finished first, but the other grabbed mistress by the hair and slammed her mouth into her pussy, making the squirt shoot all over again. I saw it get into mistress's eyes, and she shut them for a moment, and had to wipe them before she could open them again.

Another woman walked up, and simply straddled mistress's mouth, and told her to lick. I saw her shake, then, and tense her leg muscles. I wondered if she was coming, but then I saw mistress start swallowing, and swallowing. A trickle escaped her mouth and dripped down her chin. This woman wasn't trying to put on a show, she just wanted to come, and to enjoy it being drank.

The next woman laid on the ground, and had mistress on all fours in front of her. She masturbated, and then sprayed her squirt all over mistress's face and hair. Mistress tried to drink it, but quickly realized the woman wanted to bathe her, not quench her thirst. So, she just smiled and shook her head around in the spray, while closing her eyes.

Another woman walked up, and gestured for mistress to lie on her back, and then sat on her face and allowed her to lick her. While this happened, a second lithe, big chested brown woman interlocked her legs with mistress's, and began rubbing her pussy against hers until she came, and squirted all over her pussy, soaking her pubes, and the squirt dripping, pouring into her ass crack. The woman at her mouth came, and shot hot liquid into her mouth, as she did, she leaned forward, exposing her ass to the three final women, who walked over, and masturbated above her ass crack, until they squirted into it, which then drenched mistress. She drank what she could, but there was so much, it poured all over her body, and hair.

"I haven't come that hard in a long time. Good job slave!" Said one of the women, as she got dressed. The other women joined in, with similar compliments. Finally, they left.

"Come here!" Demanded mistress, with a big grin. She looked like she'd been swimming. She was literally soaked in squirt, from head to toe. "I just drank probably two and a half liters of squirt." She said, smiling, and continued, "The rest, is yours. Clean me well. If you keep doing a good job, eventually I'll let you do whatever you want to me, okay?" I smiled and began to speak, but she slapped me in the face, and pushed me onto my knees. She then turned around, and pushed my face into her ass, which I quickly licked clean, happy to have this out of the way. She then pushed my head downward, so I followed, guessing what she wanted, and licked down each leg on all sides. The flavor of squirt from ten women was mind blowing and complex. My mind couldn't figure out what it was tasting. Then, she turned around, and pushed her soft, drenched bush into my mouth. I licked at it.

"Suck my pubes, slave, licking won't do it." She said, so I took clumps of her pubes into my mouth and sucked the squirt off of them, until she was dry.

Next, she guided my face up her stomach, which I licked off, much of the squirt was drying by this point, but I could taste the residue it left behind. Her breasts were still wet where they touched each other, and underneath them. I relished drinking this in. Then, she pushed my face into each of her armpits. I thought she was joking, but then realized they, too, were soaked. Those women had truly squirted on every part of her. I licked them, too, and then her neck, and face. By this point I was standing, and she pushed me back to my knees by the shoulders. She walked into the kitchen, then, and returned with a clear drinking glass, and sat herself in a chair, handing me the glass. I looked puzzled.

"Ever milked a cow?" She asked, and mimed squeezing the squirt out of her hair. I did so, with each clump of hair, and squeezed the squirt into the glass. It ended up nearly full. "Okay! I'm clean. Thanks slave. Now, are you thirsty?" I realized what she wanted me to do, and was disturbed. She wound up as if to slap me, so there was nothing to do but go for it. I put the glass to my lips, and drank it. It was sour, and watery. I could taste the sweat from ten women, the squirt, and pussies from all of them. The disturbed feeling gave way to feeling like a god. Only the most legendary men have ever enjoyed this much female come, this much female orgasm sweat and juices, I thought, as I finished the drink.

"Are you still thirsty, whore?" Demanded mistress.

I knew it was either get slapped, or say what she wanted, so I said, "Yes mistress!" and smiled. She angled herself on the chair, and spread her legs, so I could get at her pussy. I leaned in and began to lick her. She moaned, and yelled.

She said, "Right there, don't stop!" and I slammed two fingers inside of her and began fucking her with my fingers as I licked her clit. She started to buck her hips, and I knew she was about to squirt. Her pussy squeezed my fingers, but then she settled down, and said, "I came, I came." I decided, maybe she wasn't a squirter. She started to gently rub her clit, then faster, and harder. Finally she said, "Open your mouth! Drink every last fucking drop you fucking slave!" I watched as her pussy lips filled with squirt, and, for a moment, just dripped down, into her ass crack. I realized she would probably be angry if I missed any, so I put the glass there, and let it pour into it. But, then, she rubbed her clit some more, and her squirt started to shoot forward. It hit me in the face and hair before I managed to readjust my position and catch it in my mouth. I was swallowing, but realized it was going to overflow my mouth, so I pushed my face into her pussy, forming a seal around her, and let the squirt come directly out of her, and into my mouth, as I swallowed all of it. She continued moaning, and bucking her pussy into my mouth, as her hot pussy juice poured down my throat, until she finished, and sat back, looking deeply satisfied

"Good show!" I heard a woman call from the hall behind us. It startled me, but then I felt stupid, because I should have known it was not uncommon for the customers to watch mistress use me to clean up.

"You just drank squirt that was made up entirely of squirt!" Shouted another woman.

I felt insulted, but then, one of them said, "I don't know if I'm disgusted, or fucking incredibly jealous!" Which made them all laugh riotously. After which, they walked away.

"You bring in big money." Said mistress, as she leaned in, and actually kissed me on the lips. Her mouth tasted deeply like pussy. It was amazing. She asked me if I wanted to join her in the shower. I did so, wondering if I had to, and would be slapped if I refused, or if I was correct about my previous assumption, and once we were off the clock, everything was normal. After the shower, and some mouthwash, she actually cooked me a decent meal, and we sat and talked for several hours, before I left for my own room for the night.

As I lay down to sleep that night, I tried to parse out the different realities, the different roles and personalities. What was going on with this woman? Did I actually enjoy her company? Or was I just acting to avoid running afoul on my debt, and getting killed? Did she actually like me? Or was that just part of the slave game? The thoughts became muddled and nonsensical, as I drifted off.

Chapter 3

I did my usual thing the next few days, since there was no event scheduled the next night: wandering around, eating, shopping, stopping in a bookstore and other places, and hanging out in my room in the evenings. It struck me as odd that the vast majority of people had no idea what went on in this city at night. My thoughts meandered back to the mistress. It amused me, suddenly, that I didn't know her name, yet had been so intimate with her. I also started to realize that she possibly actually was just acting, and that she was actually a sweetheart, and that's what she was trying to tell me with that final, lovely kiss: after work, she is a different person. I wondered if I could ask her name, or if that would get me slapped.

Finally it came: the last night. One week had passed.

When I arrived back at the apartment, she was already in the bath. "You know what to do." She said, and I undressed and sat in the corner. "This is going to be crazy. Just know that. You're going to have a lot more work to do than usual. Do it well, and you'll get your reward." She said with a smile. I was scared. I was literally shaking at this point. Her clients were clearly into some crazy stuff, and so if this was going to be "crazy," what did that mean? The last two nights hadn't been crazy? What was "crazy" then? Were they going to cover themselves in goats' blood or something equally disturbing? I sat and shivered in fear.

Twenty women filed into the apartment and undressed while they talked and laughed. Mistress got out of the tub and was ordered to lie on the ground, with her hips angled upward, on a pillow. A woman squatted down, and put her beautiful brown hips over mistress's mouth, knees on either side of her head, and then began to masturbate. After she came, she angled her pussy so mistress could see it, and the tiny drip of female ejaculate that was coming out of her. "Get my come on your fingers, slave." She told her. Mistress complied, and put her middle and index fingers into the woman's pussy, and withdrew them. I could see the thick, white come on her finger tips. The woman then rubbed her pussy on the lips of mistress, who eagerly brought her to orgasm again.

The woman then smeared her come all over the face of mistress by grinding her cunt around it. Finally she masturbated until she came a final time, and squirted, catching a small amount of her squirt in a drinking glass, which was handed to her by another woman. When she was satisfied, she stood up, and went to sit down with the other women who were watching. On her way, she handed the glass back to the woman who had handed it to her. This woman then wiped the come from mistress's fingers onto her own, and stuck her fingers into the glass, and spun them around, mixing it with the ounce or so of squirt in the glass. Then, she put a funnel into mistress's pussy. After that, she came and sat on mistress's mouth, and, as the last, came, and had mistress get the come onto her fingers, which the next woman came and collected, and then mixed with the squirt in the glass, and then took her turn on mistress's face.

They repeated this until the come in the glass, mixed with the ounce of squirt, became a thick liquid, and then one of them would dump it into the funnel, and spit in behind it, to help the thick liquid flow into mistress. Then they would start over with another small, ounce or so of squirt in the glass from the next woman in line, until all twenty had come thick, white lady cream, and it had been poured inside mistress: ounce after ounce of very thick cream, just runny enough, due to the small amount of squirt, to be able to be poured into the funnel, and a very small amount of spit from two or three women when they had trouble getting the cream to slide down the funnel easily. It was concentrated female ejaculate from twenty women.

Then, they turned to look at me. I was shocked. All the other women had acted as if I didn't exist. Now twenty pairs of eyes were on me. Twenty gorgeous Indian women wanted something from me. I didn't understand their customs, which mistress realized. They wouldn't talk to me, so she had to. She said, "Come here, slave." And I got up, and walked over. Lie down, and open your mouth. If you let even a drop of this spill, all twenty of these women are going to fuck each other's assholes with strap ons and make you lick them clean." This brought a general chuckle out of the women, which made me smile, too. This was a mistake. "It's not a fucking joke, slave! You can drink me, your mistress who you love, dearly, and who gives you sweet drinks every night." Another round of laughs from the women. "Or, you can clean shit off of dildos for the rest of the night, with your fucking tongue!"

"Yes mistress, please let me drink you." I said, very apprehensive about the prospect of what was about to drip out of her, into my mouth, but much more terrified of the alternate possibility.

I lied down and opened my mouth, right near mistress's cunt. She adjusted herself so that she was above me, and then pulled out the funnel. A drop of the collective female juices inside of her leaked out, into my mouth. The taste was too much of a shock. I'd never had anything like it. I instinctively tensed, as if to turn to spit. "Drink it or suck strap ons." Mistress reminded me. I turned back, swallowed, and kept my mouth open, beneath her round, supple butt. I noticed the surrounding women were getting excited. Some were kissing each other. Others were masturbating, or fingering another. Mistress started to rub her clit. Another drop, that turned into a string of come which leaked continuously from then on, went into my mouth. I felt great apprehension, as I realized that when she came, her pussy was going to contract, and force all of the come, from twenty women, into my mouth, and I was going to have to drink it, and fast.

I didn't know if I could do it. But then, I hardened my resolve, and told myself, I had to do it. There was no other option. I had to guzzle the come from this huge amount of women. The other option was unthinkable. I heard orgasm noises, and readied myself, steeling my nerves. Then I noticed it was one of the women in the crowd coming. I looked around at their faces. They were losing it. This was the hottest thing they'd ever seen. Mistress moved faster and faster on her clit, and all at once, her body tensed, and the thick female come began to pour out of her, rapidly. I made sure to keep my mouth as wide as possible, and let it slop down onto my tongue. The fear left me, and I was in heaven again. I was a fertility god again. I swallowed the first draught, and mistress kept coming. Even more poured out of her, which I drank, too.

Finally, she stopped coming, and there was a final dripping bit of come coming from her pussy. She lowered herself onto my mouth. I pursed my lips, and slurped at it, sucking it into my mouth, and swallowing it. I heard many more women begin to come around me.

Mistress dismounted from me, and then got on her knees and leaned in like to kiss me. I knew better, though, and instead licked the come from all over her face. I heard more orgasms from the crowd. "Do your worst, slave." Said mistress. I couldn't believe it. I'd done it! I'd impressed her enough. I pushed her back, roughly, onto the pillow, and began fucking her pussy with my tongue. I felt her start squirting, and wondered how she'd come so quickly. I looked up, and realized one of the women had straddled us, and was squirting onto mistress's pussy. I drank some of this, tilting my head up and letting it flow into my mouth, and then went back to licking her.

I closed my eyes, and tried to imagine it was just us for a moment. I stuck my tongue inside of her, and sucked out what was left of the come and spit from before. Again, I felt liquid dripping down mistress's pussy, but looked up to understand it was several women spitting onto her pussy. I laughed, and said, "Bring it on!" and lapped some of it up, before licking her clit some more.

Eventually, she came. My dick was rock hard, as I was filled with female come, and felt more powerful than ever before. I pushed her legs back, and slammed my dick into her pussy. As I did so, a woman put her pussy in front of my mouth, and I began to lick her. I heard mistress coming, and felt her squirt shooting all over my stomach. I kept fucking her, and watched the juices frothing as I fucked her squirting pussy. I slammed deeper, and harder, making her moan. This apparently drove the woman in front of me wild, as she started screaming with orgasm, and squirting into my mouth. I drank all of it.

For a moment, I thought of grabbing one of the other women, and fucking them. Then I remembered that we were employees in a lesbian brothel. This, then, would possibly get me killed. So I kept fucking mistress, and letting the women come to me, and do what they pleased. I only responded to them, and didn't do anything of my choosing, except to mistress, who I was fucking like crazy. I could feel my dick slamming into the end of her vagina, and feel her tensing, and moaning as I did so. Some of the women would come over and spit in my mouth, or have me lick their pussies and lick the female ejaculate out of them, or come so hard they would squirt into my mouth.

Each woman made sure I drank something directly from her body, and used my mouth to make them come, and some took multiple turns grinding their pussies onto my lips and watching me lick their juices out of them. After a while, once each woman seemed satisfied that they had given me enough to drink, I pulled my dick out of mistress's pussy, and put it into her mouth, and began fucking her face. Hard. She started choking, as my dick went down her throat. I fingered her pussy, and felt her come again. Finally I pulled out, and jerked off into her mouth. She held it in her mouth, and made as if to spit. I was about to stop her, and force her to drink it, when something unexpected happened: One of the women grabbed her mouth, and took my semen from mistress's mouth, and into her mouth. She then spit it into another woman's mouth, and around all twenty, until it came back to mistress. The final woman let the come and spit drool into mistress's mouth, and she drank it greedily. After this, the women got dressed, and left, chuckling, smiling, and telling us what a great show we'd put on.

After they had all left, mistress sat down with me, and said, "Well? What do you think?" I looked at her, puzzled. She continued, "Do you love me yet?" I couldn't believe my ears. Was she crazy? Though, I couldn't deny I had been thoroughly enjoying myself with her, at least at the most intense moments, and in the time after the shows. Still, the very idea was ridiculous. All the dread, the shivering on the floor, never knowing what was next, or if eventually some client was going to do something I would hate. I didn't want to live like that.

"What, you want me to stay with you? Even though it's over, and I can move on with my life, you want me to stay in a brothel? You think I'm like you? You choose to be a mock slave for lesbians because the pay is amazing, and you've got some kinks, but I was here to pay off a debt!" I said, forcefully.

She looked hurt. "Never mind then. Good job. I'll see you around, I guess. Consider your debt paid." She turned away as she finished this sentence. I was still in shock at her initial question, and now her immediate backing down threw me, too. I got up, put my clothes on, and left without another word.

Chapter 4

I left the brothel behind me, and went back to my home. Years went by. I lived my old life like nothing had ever happened (except I never gambled again!). But, after many failed relationships with wonderful women, something started to sink in: I missed her. I missed the extreme sex. I missed the madness, the unknown, and the feeling like a god. I missed her personality, too. I thought of that one night she'd made me dinner. How we talked for so long, and time had flown past. We had truly connected, like old friends.

I went back, once, and tried to find her, but the brothel was gone, and I didn't even know her name. That was that. I had been in the craziest, most intense situation of my life. When she asked me to stay, I had thought it ridiculous. It had even made me angry. However, now I realized I had just been scared of what it would mean to live that life. I couldn't handle it. But, now, I couldn't handle normal life, either. One week. It had been only one week with this woman, and it had changed me forever. I couldn't handle life without her.

Epilogue

So, that was it. That was the final time pussy saved my life. Mistress had seen me in the club, and had known the gangster I owed money to, and had agreed to pay him, to save my life, in exchange for me playing slave with her a few times. Without her, I would have been shot in the head, and buried in a shallow grave somewhere. I'd been saved from literal death by dehydration by a hallucinogenic squirt orgy. I'd been saved from becoming the living dead by eating medicinal pussy and ass. And, finally, I'd been saved from a bullet in the head by being a slave for a strange prostitute. Each one of these events had left me yearning for a woman. I will never be whole without them. I like to think about my drifting mind during my time with mistress, where I felt like a god, or my time with the hallucinogenic desert women, when I felt like I was in heaven, or when I felt like a husband to the lady doctor. I think about these times, and tell myself: when I die, they'll all be there. It will be me and my three ladies, Priya, Ana, and Mistress