Date: Wed, 1 Jan 2014 11:35:49 -0500 (EST)
From: bamaboi2serve <bamaboi2serve@charter.net>
Subject: Owned at Last 4

Owned at last 4
The slut on New Year's Day
by bamaboi2serve

     There is no mail delivery on New Year's Day, yet there was male
delivery, and there i was on my knees in my local PO, serving the PO guy
who is my designated local Master-Trent Sir---, deep throating his big
thick dick to the root.
     He had opened the branch up for a New Year's Eve special
treatment...from me!
     Sir out West had told Him i would be like a bitch in heat if He worked
my tits, so He had ordered me to bring a set of tit clamps connected by
chain...the kind that tighten as the chain is pulled. And that is exactly
what Trent Sir was doing as i swallowed his sword, pulling hard on the
chain, stretching my tits and forcing me deeper onto his cock.
     As always, I had removed my own pants---i wore no underwear-and my own
cock was leaking a steady stream of clear juice onto the floor, and i knew
it would be my job to lick it up later.
     i was continuing to send packages to Sir, of course, trying to please
Him with creative videos, and then sending Him the clothes and props used
in the video.
    Earlier tonight, New Year's Eve, i had worn a skimpy muscle shirt---one
onto which i had already pumped several loads---and produced another one on
camera, telling Him how much He deserved to wear the shirt, that all of my
things looked better on Him, and were therefore actually His clothes. After
i came, i held out a sign with the new name He had given me. Yes, although
"bamaboi2serve" is still my email, and is still the name associated with
some long-standing accounts, He had dismissed that name in favor of "cover
girl slut", and i signed all of my correspondence to Him with that name. It
came from the previous photo assignment, in which He had told me to use
lipstick on myself.
   In addition to using the red cosmetic on my actual lips, i also
decorated my tits and the head of my slut cock. He liked the pics and video
so much He renamed me on the spot. Cover girl slut i am.
     Back in the PO, i heard a knock on the door, despite the fact that the
branch was closed. Trent Sir pushed me back against the rear of the space
under the counter and went to the door. i heard Him greet someone, and then
He returned to the stand at the counter where i promptly went back to work
on his still hard cock.
     "Thanks for letting me in, Trent...what did you need me for? i mean,
it is a holiday isn't it?" i heard the stranger ask,
    "It's not a holiday for my new cocksucker cover girl slut", He
proclaimed.
     He went on to explain his deal with Master out West, and then pulled
me out from under the counter, using the tit-clamp chain as a kind of
leash. He dragged me into the mail sorting room and the guy He called Josh
followed us.
     Trent Sir roughly pushed me to a saw-horse in the corner, forcing me
to bend over it, my ass stuck up for use.
     "His main Master in Texas sent me this to train his hole at a new
level...." He told Josh as He held out something i could not see, but
immediately started to feel something resting at the entrance to my
hole. From above, Sir Trent spit onto the place where the unseen object met
my soon to be invaded hole....and Josh joined in too....spitting not only
on that spot but into my hair and the back of my neck too. His mouth slime
dripped around, gathering at my chin and onto the tongue Sir Trent told me
to hold stick out.
     Soon enough, even without seeing it, i knew what Sir has sent. It was
an ass plug, but one much larger than i had ever used before...it stretched
my hole more and more and He applied more and more pressure...i didn't
think it was going to work, my hole didn't feel like it would be able to
open enough to accept it, but i felt Josh use his hands to pull my ass
cheeks open wider and all of a sudden there was a sucking sound and the big
cone shaped plug was absorbed into me.
     Then i was dragged, by the tit clamps, of course, back on my knees,
where i saw Josh had dropped his pants and underwear to the floor, his
thinner but longer-than-Sir-Trent cock was pointing at me. i didn't waste
any time, but gobbled it down and started doing what i was meant to do. i
was, after all, a born cocksucker. Texas Sir has talked about having that
name tattooed somewhere on my body. Perhaps my forehead.
     It didn't take long for Josh to shoot into my willing mouth...nor for
Trent Sir to take his place, using the Josh's cum as mouth lube as He
pummeled my hole, again using the chain as a leash. My own leaking
continued in the mail sorting room, and i glanced down at the gathering
pond between my legs.
    As Trent Sir pounded my throat, Josh had moved to my back, and i
suddenly felt the warm stream of his piss hitting the back of my head,
traveling down my back, around the huge plug, splattering my legs and
gathering in a pool around my knees.
   "Fuck!" i heard Sir Trent cry and He pushed all the way into me and
dumped his cream directly to my stomach. i licked my lips when He pulled
out, knowing better than to look at Him without being told to.
    i also knew i did not need to be ordered to start cleaning up after
myself, and them. i began licking the now cooled piss and my own leaking
pre-cum from the tile floor.
     Sir Trent and his friend Josh mocked me as i worked, calling me my new
name---cover girl slut---and the names i had always answered to, even
before them: cocksucker, fagot, bitch.
    When i finished the floor, Trent Sir kicked me to get me back out front
to the counter, where the concrete floor had almost absorbed my earlier cum
pool. Nonetheless i licked it over and over, getting whatever spooge i
could into my worthless fag mouth.
     They were done with me, and i was kicked out of the Post Office into
the cold outside. i managed to get my pants up before any cars came by. My
mouth tasted like the grit from the floor, yet i still licked my lips. The
huge new plug remained in my hole...Sir Trent had told me not to remove it
until 3:00AM, three hours from now, i noted, as i could hear bells being
rung and fireworks going off downtown. It was the New Year, and i was in my
familiar role as a bitch slave serving any men who would have me. 2014
would be a great year.

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