Yana Noir

Last month, Yana became available. Arrangements were made with her Master and Mistress and I went to pick her up. She was a gorgeous pet sub with a sexy curvaceous body and a nice set of enhanced breasts. Her high cheesebones and bee-stung lips completed her pretty eyes, giving her the look of an exotic supermodel.

I had a ranch near Waco, near their place, where I planned to take her. It was remote enough and I had upgraded it over the years to suit my needs. I parked the Jeep at the ranch and changed my clothes.

I wore a black leather knee-length skirt, vest, and boots with black lingerie. I put my hair in a ponytail and tied it with black saddle string. I put on my driving gloves and took the Porsche to pick up my new pet.

When I arrived, Yana was standing in the dungeon, eyes downcast to the floor. Her hands were cuffed over her head to chains hanging from the ceiling, her feet locked in a spreader bolted to the floor. Her long hair was in corn rows and dreadlocks hung to her wait. She was nude except for a collar and leanh.

“Hello, Yana. You are a magnificent beauty, my dear.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

I stepped closer and lifted her chin to gaze into her bright hazel eyes. I brought my face close to hers, breathing in her fresh scent before kissing her full lips. I kissed her deeply and she returned the kiss. I touched her large firm breasts with the palms of my warm hands, rubbing her erect nipples in little circles. I break the kiss and reach between her legs. She is soft and bare and aroused.

I stepped back from her and smiled, “She will do.” I told her Master. He released her from her restraints. I dressed her, pulling a wisp of a short, black dress over her head to fall just below her shaped bottom. I dropped a pair of sandals on the floor and she slide her lovely feet into them.

“Yana, I am Mistress Samantha. You may address me as mistress or ma’am. I own you now, and you will be my whore. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress.”

Darkness was falling as I clipped my long lean to Yana’s collar and led her out to the car. I led Yana around to the front of the Lava Orange Porshe Cayenne and bent her over the hood of the car. I reached under her dress to push three fingers into her soaking wet pussy, gathering her dew to lube her tight anus.

She moaned as my fingers slipped inside and moaned again when I slipped them into her ass. I fingered her clutching anus until she was ready to cum and abruptly pulled out of her, slapping her ass repeatedly with the leather lean.

“Haha. No orgasms for you, dear. Maybe later.” I spun her around to face me and pushed her to her knees on the hard concrete driveway. I put one booted foot on the bumper of the car and fisted Yana’s dreads, forcing her face into my crotch. She put her hands on my ass and pulled me close, burying her face in my hungry pushesy and bringing me off in no time. I pulled her up and kissed her, tasting my cum on her lips. We got in the Porsche and left.

I knew a bad neighborhood nearby and figured it would be the perfect place to get gas. I had something special in mind for my new whore. I pulled up to the pump so the gas cap was on the side facing the busy street.

Vagrants, drug addicts, and criminals wandered the trash-strewn streets as cars zoomed past just a few feet away. I looked at Yana and she looked at me.

I said, “Well, get out and fill it up, bitch!”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Yana. She got out and started filling it up. She was dressed like a hooker, out in plain sight of anyone driving by. There was nowhere to hide from catcalls of “Hey slut!”, “Fuck me, baby!”, “How about a BJ?” from guys driving by. The fuel pump ticked away slowly, obviously malfunctioning but pumping fuel, nonetheless.

A disheveled vagrant noticed Yana and crossed the busy street, car horns blaring as cars veered to miss the drunken man. He shuffled up to her wearing a knit hat, a parka and trousers.

He was mumbling drunkenly, thanking God for sending him an angel and looking straight at Yana, “Hey, nice tits, slut!”

Holding his crotch he yells, “How would you like some of this, ya fuckin whore?”

He carried a big bottle of gin, put it to his mouth, and throw his back, emptying the bottle and tossing it aside to smoke on the busy street. He had bloodshot eyes, knarly yellow and brown teeth, overgrown razor stubble, and BO. The foul stench of his body odor disposed even the smell of gasoline.

Yana’s back was against the car, dreading contact with the filthy bum. He began pawing her big tits and tried to kiss her. His breath smelled like he ate a skunk sandwich with a side of shit washed down with vomit and cheap gin.

Yana was trying to hold her breath.

He put his hand on the car beside Yana’s head, holding himself up as he reached down to unbuckle his pants. They fell to his ankles exposing his nappy bush and six-inch cock.

I waswatching in the mirror, recording the encounter. The wretched dunk was scaring Yana. She turns her head and yells, “Mistress Samantha!” just as I appear to help.

“Making new friends whore? I should have known a slut like you couldn’t go five minutes without a cock in your mouth. You certainly have an interesting taste in men, Yana. You will allow him full access to your body, whore, and you will drink his cum on video.”

I walked over to stand beside her, reaching down to feel her cunt. She was beyond wet as a waterfall dripped girl juice down her legs.

I looked at the drunken man, “What’s your name, sir?” he looked at me like I asked a trick question, “Marty?”

“Well, Marty, it’s your lucky day. This is my whore. She is yours until the gas tank is full. You better worry!”

The rancid vagrant pawed her chest and French kissed her open mouth, fingering her drenched cunt.

“Ya filter whore. Who’s that other bitch, your lesbian girlfriend or something? You’re both whores. Aren’t you? I’m gonna fuck you both.”

The stench from the drunken hobo was something straight out of hell. He put his filthy hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to squat before him. He jacked-off for a couple of minutes before plunging his stiff cock into Yana’s mouth.

Yana thought she was going to puke, “Holy shit!” she thought as she gagged on cock while the gin-soaked bum had his way with her mouth.

Yana thought, “Damn, this isn’t what I had in mind.” At first glance, Yana figured Samantha was just a lipstick lesbian who took “Fifty Shades of Gray” a little too seriously. Now, choking on this cock in public, hearing the catcalls, the shouts of “Slut!” and “Whore!” she was sure mistress Samantha was some kind of psychopath.

Marty groaned and shot rope after rope of hot cum down the whore’s throat. Yana choked as she gulped down the biggest load she had ever swallowed. She wanted his cock inside her.

Marty pulled out of her mouth as she swallowed and panted for breath. He damn near drowned her with his load, but all she could think of now was getting that cock inside her.

Marty was staggering around in front of Yana. They had only been there ten minutes but it seemed like an hour. Samantha had enough of this shit. “Yana put the hose away and got in the car. Hurry up!”

“Yes, ma’am.” Yana wanted that cock but she wasn’t going to argue. She put up the hose and got in the car.

Samantha stepped up close to the man and put her hands on his chest, her face close to his.

“Well, Marty. You have picked the wrong bitch to fuck with tonight. Nobody cums in my girl and gets away with it.”

Marty didn’t hear her, he thought he was going to make a double play, “You’re turn next, bitch.”

Samantha saw the bus coming out of the corner of her eye. The light was off, and the bus heading back to the garage for the night. The driver was in a hurry to get home in time to watch the game.

Samamantha reached up and gave Marty a deep, sexy kiss. She broke the kiss saying, “Goodbye, Marty.” and pushed him with both hands.

The speeding bus came to a stop about a hundred yards up the street. The driver looked under the bus.

“Holy shit!” he thought, “Whe did that guy come from? He came out of nowhere. Fuck!” and called dispatch. With his shitty driving record, he would get fired for sure.

Samantha pulled the Porsche out on the opposite side of the station and merged into traffic. She looked over at Yana. It was hard to tell if she was smoking or grimacing as the city lights flickered across her beautiful face.

Yana’s mind was racing. Did that guy get hit by the bus? The public humiliation was extreme but so hot. She was in shock, trembling after what happened. She was scared, terrified, for herself and for what just happened to the man. Although the shock, the horror, the disgust, her body betrayed her. She is shaking and dripping wet leaving a stain on the seat of the car.

Samantha looked in the mirror, pulled into the center lane, and hit the gas. The Porsche reached top speed in seconds. The acceleration pushed both girls back in their seats, creating an exhilarating rush of adrenaline that thrilled them both.