The lessons part 2

The slave is on her hands and knees, classic presentation pose with her back arched and her sweet little arse in the air. She is watching the master, wondering just what punishment he has in mind for her. The master is sitting back a little, observing her and sipping his cognac.
Master: Well, slave. I don’t you have been entirely honest with me. What are you holding back?
The slave drops her eyes to the floor and shakes her head a little.
Slave: Nothing, Master.
Master: Silly game, bitch. Know that I will punish you, and the more you provoke me, the worse it will be. What have you not told me?
Slave: Nothing, Master. The lady caught me with Jay’s prick in my mouth. She was angry. He made her lick his cum from my face and here I am. That’s all.
She bites her lip a little, her eyes fixed down, her pretty chest rising and falling.
Master: You are such a bad liar. I will take great pleasure in teaching you not to deceive me. Again then, and I’ll make it easy for you. You say Jay summoned you to the library. Why?
The slave breathes deeply. She is considering the question.
The Master laughs, surprised by this slave’s audacity.
Master: Every time you test me, it gets worse for you. Do not underestimate me, you foolish little bitch. With so many willing whores in Sofia’s house, why did Jay send for you?
The slave answers now.
Slave: I had been with him before, sir. Just once, a few days before.
Master: I do like your little stories. Tell me about this, and I’ll decide whether I want to act it out on you or not.
Slave: Yes, Master.
She is resigned now, the embarrassment of telling the first tale will be nothing to this. But she knows other girls who have been punished by the Master, and anything to delay the pain will be worthwhile.
Slave: I was serving in the gentlemen’s withdrawing room one evening, me and four other girls. We were bringing drinks and waiting on the men after dinner. The ladies were in their own parlour playing piano, and the gentlemen were playing cards.
She is looking at the Master now, watching for a reaction as she thinks about how best to tell the story.
Slave: There was a dispute, between Jay and another man, Victor. Something about how the cards had been dealt, but they were all in good spirits and they were laughing and joking. It wasn’t a fight. So to settle it, Ryaan suggested another game, a race. All the men had laughed, like they knew exactly what was to happen and someone said that Victor had form because he’d won the last race, and then they were all putting down money and laying bets on which man would win, Victor or Jay. I couldn’t imagine what kind of a race they could have in the small withdrawing room.
The Master is smiling, like he knows this game.
Slave: The serving girls were all told to line up, and Ryaan told Victor and Jay to choose a girl. Victor picked my friend Ellie, and Jay picked me. Then Ryaan told us to strip naked and bend over the pool table. All the men cheered and more money was put on the table when we did. Ellie was shaking, really afraid, but I wanted the men to look at me and for them to want me. Ellie was bent over the table, facing me, and Victor was standing behind her with a crowd of men shouting and clinking their glasses. I could see some of them had hard-ons just looking at her bent over like that, and I was sure the men behind me, and Jay, would be just the same. Just thinking about that made my pussy wet and I was panting for breath thinking about what would come next.
The slave pauses, blushing from her admission. The Master watches her, wondering is her cunt wet now just telling the story. Her nipples are hard on her lovely pert tits and he thinks about how much he will enjoy pinching them in tight clamps before spanking that arse until she screams for mercy.
Slave: Ryaan quieted the men and spoke to them. He said, “Gentlemen, this is a Pussy Chase. You know the rules. Simple as this, whoever cums first wins the pot. The only rule to remember at all times, cum on the arse, not in the pussy, we want to see the money shot. Get your pricks out, boys. Fuck ‘em hard and fuck ‘em fast. I’ll give you a count to compose yourself, then it’s Ready, Set, FUCK.” Jay leaned over me and I could feel his prick was hard and ready to go. He slipped his fingers into my cunt and stroked my pussy, “I can’t wait to fuck this, slut. Make me cum first, or you will regret it.”
The master watches her and his cock is hard thinking of her bent over the pool table with her arse in the air and pussy dripping wet, waiting to be fucked in front of a room full of men.
Slave: Then Ryaan started the race. Jay plunged his prick into me so fast and so hard I squealed, and across the table Ellie was yelping. The men were all roaring and cheering. Jay was ramming his cock into me, so deep , and it hurt but I wanted it and I wanted to feel his hot cum fill me. Across the table I was watching Victor fuck Ellie, slamming into her again and again. My pussy was throbbing from being pounded so hard. Jay was breathing hard, close to my ear and he gasped, “ If I don’t fucking cum in the next minute I’ll fucking tie you to this table and let every one of these men shoot his load over you.” And part of me wanted to feel that, all that cum dripping all over my face and my cunt until I was soaked with it. But I wanted Jay to win. So I turned my head a little towards him, and I said one thing that I knew always makes a man cum quickly.
The Master is stroking his cock, wondering if he will come before Jay does.
Slave: I turned to Jay, and I said, “Fuck my arse, hard”. I swear he nearly came in me there and then, but he pulled out of my cunt. All the men were shouting, they knew it was nearly over. His cock was slick with my juice. He pushed his prick against my arse and it hurt so bad. I screamed and pulled away, but the pool table stopped me and Jay was fucking me in my tight little hole, and he only thrust into me once and he pulled out and I felt him shoot hot cum all over my arse until it was running into the crack of my ass and stinging and so fucking good. All the men were cheering and patting Jay on the back and money was being slapped on the table. And I could see Victor and Ellie opposite me. He had her hair in his hand and was still fucking her, just a few more thrusts and he stepped back and shot cum over her. She looked terrified, but he just slapped her gently and he said, “Thank-you, whore. It was worth it.” I stood up, and Jay gave me his coat, and he said, “Get out, Pet. It all gets messy from here.” And he gave me all the money he had in his hand and he said, “I’ll send for you.” And that’s why I was in the library that day.
Master: You do tell a very good story, slut. Stay in that position.
The Master kneels behind her, his stiff cock pushing against her arsehole.
Master: Lets re-enact that last scene. But I think I’ll take my time with a fine filly like you.