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The rest of the weekend followed the same script. Used multiple times; sometimes allowed to cum, other times not and suffering punishment for it. Sometimes I was punished for no reason other than to punish me. The men and women were about the same in that regard. Both could be equally cruel. The primary difference I noted was the women tended to enjoy their pleasure in private, the men cared little if others watched them, preferring it even. I suspected it was some deep seated compulsion in their lizard brains which wanted to prove their masculinity to the the other males present, like two roosters fighting over the same hen. They were proving their right to breed the loveliest women.

The women had no need to prove their masculinity, and perhaps hid their pleasures because they realized how easily they might end up like me, a sex toy to dominant men and women. Or they didn't want others to see their flaws and weaknesses, because women are vain creatures; a multi-billion dollar beauty industry proof of that.

Saturday night, I spent the night with an older gentleman with his own female slave. He made me and his other slave play with each other frequently while he fucked one or the other of us. I was made to lick and suck his cum from her cunt and ass, though I could not do what the male had done for me earlier and dip my tongue into her anus. I licked the cum from her cunt until her ass had closed sufficiently for me to clean the surface, and even then, I almost retched at what I was doing. I didn't get much sleep again.

Sunday was more of the same. I lost count of how many times I was fucked, and even how many times I was punished. I didn't care. I survived, and that was all that mattered. Around four, Oliver let me shower again in his room. He gave me some clothes after, clothes he'd purchased. I'd never seen them before. We went out to dinner afterward, a nice restaurant and I was permitted to eat from my own plate, like a normal person. He brought me back to his house when we finished dining. We were there by 8:00.

"What time is it in Osaka?" Oliver asked.

"It's fourteen hours ahead of us," I replied. Doing the quick math in my head, "It's noon on Monday there."

"You haven't called your husband all weekend," he said. "He's going to wonder what you were doing with yourself all weekend. I think you should call him and reassure him you aren't fucking around on him, don't you."

Of course, fucking around all weekend was exactly what I'd been doing, so telling him any different would be a lie.

"But first," Oliver said, "strip off all your clothes. I'm not quite done with you yet."

I reluctantly removed my clothes.

"Get on the bed and spread your legs, then call Tanner."

I could see I was not going to enjoy what was coming next.

"What if I cum while you're doing whatever you're going to do? I don't want him to know I'm with someone else."

"Tell him you're masturbating because you miss him so much."

Fuck! I lay down and the bed and spread my legs. I called Tanner. Oliver waited until the Tanner answered the phone before he started licking me. I tried to ignore him as much as possible.

"Brooke. What a pleasant surprise," Tanner said. "I thought you'd call me on the weekend when I wasn't working."

"I'm sorry. I planned to but the problem with you being halfway around the world is the time change screws me up. I figure you're sleeping when I'm awake and awake when I'm sleeping. I never know what's a good time to call you, but figured I'd take a chance now if you have a few minutes to talk."

My cunt was liquefying. Oliver may not be as good as Slut, but he was damned good at what he was doing.

"Sure, I've got a few minutes. It's lunch time."

I made a noise I wasn't expecting to make, but Oliver was doing his damndest to make me cum and I was starting to squirm from the pleasure.

"Tanner," I said. "If I make any inexplicable noises while we're talking, I want you to know I'm masturbating right now because I miss you so much. I wanted to do it while I could hear your voice." I gasped.

"Lovely. I'd join you if I could but I'm at a lunch counter with thirty of forty other customers around. Why don't you FaceTime me later today about seven or eight PM Osaka time, and I'll join you. You can show me yours, and I'll show you mine." I moaned.

"It's four AM here at 8 PM there. Can I push it back to ten your time?" I asked. "I need some sleep. I didn't sleep very well without you here in bed with me." I was getting fucked constantly, day and night. Slaves don't get sleep. I moaned again, arching my back as Oliver rubbed my g-spot and licked my clit.

"For you anything. It sounds like you're really enjoying yourself, honey. I'm hard as a rock listening to you."

"I am," I gasped, haltingly, "I really am. I'm going to cum soon."

"Let me hear you cum, Brooke. I want to hear you when you cum."

I had little choice in the matter. Oliver was going to make me cum whether I wanted to or not.

"Now, baby, now," I moaned. "I'm cumming now, just for you," cumming all over Oliver's tongue, dipping into my dripping cunt. "Oh, baby, I miss you so much. Ooohhhh, I'm cumming."

"Shit. I might have to find a bathroom," Tanner said. "I can't believe you did that. Call me tonight at ten, okay?" He hung up.

I set the phone on the bed, still cumming from the perverted pleasure of talking to my husband while another man licked my cunt.

"You're such a fucking liar," Oliver said, halting what he was doing momentarily.

I was. I was a fucking liar and I'd cum from another man's tongue while talking to Tanner.

When Oliver came up for air, his face was drenched in my fluids. He plunged into my pussy and fucked me to another orgasm, drowning my cunt in his cum. He sent me home after, my cunt still dripping with his sperm. I drove home and crawled into bed just the way I was, cum soaked and filthy in body and soul and cried myself to sleep.