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Chapter 7

It was another night in L.A. and I was driving the mistress to the
dungeon from her house in the Hollywood Hills.  She enjoyed having a
nude chauffeur and she also knew I hated to do it.  I knew that there
were too many ways to get into trouble doing this.  When I saw the red
lights in my rear view mirror, I almost fainted.  "Just sit there and
let me talk" Pamela said with an air of bravado.  When the female
officer came to the window, she did a double take.  My hands were in
my lap, trying to cover my nakedness but it wasn't doing much good.
"What the hell is going on here?" she demanded.  "Lady, are you in
trouble?" "Not at all officer" Pamela replied. "My slave is just
driving me around." "It's nice and dark and it does embarrass him so."
"You can't do this lady" the cute policewoman told her.  "I admit it
sounds like fun, but I think I may have to take you in." "Now officer"
Pamela told her, "We're not hurting anyone and I'm sure he would do
almost anything to avoid trouble."  "Isn't there anything we can do
for you?"     The way that she said it made me realize that Pamela's
antenna was working and that she was banking on the fact that the
young policewoman was a kindred soul.  I was totally stunned when she
smiled and replied, "You know, there is something you can do for me."
"My sister gives lingerie parties and I was going to one after work."
"Her model for the male stuff couldn't make it and I think that he
would do a fine job."  "If you are interested in avoiding trouble, why
don't you follow me?" She got back into her cruiser and motioned for
me to follow.  We drove over to the 405 and down into Marina Del Ray.
We entered a parking garage of a high-rise a block off the ocean and
parked.  The officer came back with a police raincoat and told me to
put this on.  "I'm off duty now so we should have some fun" she
explained as we got into the elevator.  Pamela walked with us acting
like a queen.  She always seemed to be in charge of any situation.
When we got off the elevator on the 10th floor, the police lady led us
to an apartment and knocked.   The door opened to reveal a room full
of typical Southern California young women.   They were in a party
mood and were laughing and dancing.  We made an unusual entrance that
silenced the crowd.  When the hostess explained that the policewoman
was her sister, the group relaxed a little but there were still a lot
of looks at Pamela and myself.  "Girls, I saved your party, I found
you a model" joked officer Rica.  "I think you'll like him." Pamela
volunteered me to serve drinks for the hostess and she thought that
this would be a nice kinky twist to her little party.  Of course,
Pamela had to pull the raincoat off me to the shrieks and squeals of
the assembled young women. Although I pleaded to let me wear
something, I was outvoted by the ladies who were really getting into
the whole scene. I did my turn as a waiter but there was always a hand
patting my butt.  They had a good time making jokes and nasty
comments.  Eventually, the sister started to give her lingerie party
and I was able to sit behind the group of women.  The first items were
the typical nightgowns and teddies.  When she went into the lotions
and sexual toys, the mood started to become a little more ribald.
Some of the younger hardbodies thought nothing of opening a blouse or
pulling up a T-shirt to try the creams or teasing one of their friends
by pushing the plastic vibrators under their skirts.  When the hostess
asked for a volunteer to model the g-string outfits, a buxom brunette
stood and started to pull off her clothes. The other ladies whooped
and hollered and she pulled the tiny cloth patch over her curvaceous
body and then paraded around the living room.  The policewoman's
sister then announced that the only items left were for the husbands
and boyfriends.       "Bring the model up" they all started yelling
and I was pulled from my seat into the center of the room.  I was told
to display the various jock strap devices and cock rings.  The sexual
tension was now becoming very serious when the hostess turned on the
vibrating cock-ring and my prick started to respond.  "OOOHHHHH, look
at that" a girl squealed, "He's getting a nice big hard on".  "Put
some of the heat lotion on him" another one suggested and then I was
being covered with a red lotion that became warm when it hit the skin.
"Blow on it Sally, make it get hot" one friend yelled to another and
Sally did. She moved her head next to my straining organ and blew
until I could feel the heat on my skin.  I felt like the only drink of
water in a desert from the looks on the faces of the buyers.  Pamela
sensed that these ladies were now very horny but didn't have the nerve
to take the next step.  She walked up to me and started rubbing my
thickening cock.  "Why don't you show these nice ladies how hot you
can get?" "Give them a show." "I don't think they want to see that
mistress" I pleased. "Why don't we go now?" "WE WANT A SHOW" several
of the women started to chant.  It was the same phenomenon that occurs
at Chippendale's and that type of club.  When you get women alone
together, they get worse that men. They wanted me to entertain them
now.  A small dark beauty handed Pamela a lubricant and told her that
"this is what he needs." Pamela opened the tube and squeezed a large
glob on my cock.  "Go ahead, show them how this works."  I knew from
her tone I had no choice.  I grabbed my cock and spread the lotion
over the shaft.  Slowly I started to stroke my turgid organ as I
watched the hungry eyes of the women.   The joking had now stopped and
I could see real lust starting.  Some on their hands were creeping up
to their breasts or between their thighs.  A few were even stroking
the girl next to them.  "Pump it slave, show them how you like to jerk
off" "Show them how you like to cum." Pamela was ordering me and it
was distracting me.  I started to lose my erection which made Pamela
upset.  I thought that the ladies were going to see what happens to
slaves who don't please their mistresses. Fortunately for me, the
Policewoman walked over and told Pamela that maybe I just needed a
little inspiration.  Looking at me, she started to unbutton her blue
uniform.  "Tell me slave boy, have you ever seen a naked police lady?"
"What do you think I have under my uniform?" "Well, slave boy, I am
naked under my uniform because it turns me on!" She was swaying as she
teased me while flicking her tongue over her full lips.  This really
got the other women going again and they started yelling "Take if off,
strip!"  The police woman grinned and started to sway more while
revealing her hard body.  She was showing more skin and it really
started to turn me on.  When the big tits came into view, I got my
hardness back.   When the blue pants came off and I saw her full pussy
lips, I started to feel the liquid surging up from my balls.  When her
hands, replaced mine and began to stroke the slick flesh, I knew that
it was only a matter of seconds before I lost my load.  The ladies
were chanting "Make him cum" and I was bucking my hips. LAPD's finest
was giving me a tongue filled kiss and pulling on my cock as fast as
she could move her hand.  She pushed her full body against mine and
started to rub up and down.  Slowly, she slid down my torso and licked
at my throbbing cock.  I put my hand on my prick and gave the last few
strokes that were needed to finish.   The force of the ejaculation
shot the white cream onto the face, tits and belly of the woman in
blue.  The audience was thrilled by the sight of my climax and
cheered.  I knew a lot of boyfriends and husbands were going to get
lucky tonight.    "Not bad" whispered my arresting officer.  "Maybe
I'll take you home to play with sometime when your mistress is not
using you."  "Now what am I going to do with all this cum on my body?"
"Oh, he will take card of that" Pamela said.  "Slave, clean this nice
lady up."  I knew what I had to do and sucked all of my load off her
face, her breasts and her fingers.  I was also ordered to lick her
belly until it was all gone.  I wish I could have stayed at the party
but Pamela decided I was enjoying myself too much.  A sex slave is for
the enjoyment of the mistress I was told.  -- ShvedJerry@aol.com

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