Angela Gets a Promotion– (Part 11 of the Angela series) - Sex Stories

Angela Gets a Promotion– (Part 11 of the Angela series)

Chapter 1 Very soon, Angela felt Michael cum inside of her, but it happened so fast, she did not have time to cum herself. Though quite aroused and deeply in need of an orgasm, he had just cum too quickly to get her off. He pulled out of her as soon as he finished, leaned over and pecked her on the cheek and crawled back under the covers. “Master, may I speak?” “Make it fast, I am tired.” “Please Master, I need to cum. May I? “Very well then, if it will shut you up and stop you from whining all night. You may masturbate yourself to one orgasm, but be quiet about it. I don’t want to be kept awake by your moaning or shaking.” “Thank you Master." Angela quietly masturbated herself to an orgasm. It was not fully satisfying but at least it brought some relief. Angela realized she needed to use the bathroom, but did not want to wake Michael to ask permission, nor did she want to just get up and go. So she finally just decided to try and sleep and wait until she woke up to ask. After awhile she finally drifted off into a deep sleep. She woke up to the ringing of the phone. Michael was nowhere to be seen, so she picked it up. A voice told her to shower, then put her shoes and coat back on which she would find in the closet and wait standing with her back to the door. She had twenty minutes to get ready, then someone would come to her door to get her. When Angela went into the bathroom, she got the first good look at her tattoos and noticed the wrist and ankle cuffs were gone. The one ...

... on her shoulder said I am a cum slave; the one on her breast said property of Michael. The new tattoo on her butt cheek was a man standing over the girl with his cock out and pointed at her mouth. Her nipples were very sore, but she remembered the instructions she had gotten with the first piercing and tried to turn them a little bit. Angela stuck out her tongue and twisted the stud in there as well. She tried to see what the tattoo in her inner thighs was, but it was difficult to see; as best as she could tell, it was a pair of hands grabbing her pussy lips. How was she ever going to explain these to Dawn. She was not going to be able to wear tank tops or shorts around her anymore, or anything too see through. She looked at the time and quickly used the toilet, brushed her teeth and showered. Her butt plug was sitting on the counter, but there was no lube in sight. She used some saliva and a bit of soap, and managed to get it in. She used her toilet trick, but it went in so easily that she felt next time, she would be able to just push it in. She used a comb that was on the counter to put her hair into some sort of style, then found her coat and heels and put them on. She noticed her choker on the dresser and put it back on as well, then went and stood by the door as instructed. After about a minute, the door was opened and a blindfold was once again placed over her eyes. She was led out and back into what she assumed was the same van as Saturday. This time, she was allowed ...