A/N: The long awaited (wow, it has been an age) continuation of MOSS!

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The media always made slave ownership look so easy, as if there was nothing else involved but an exchange of money and persons. In reality, it was much more complicated than that.

For instance, there was the fact that new owners had to take their slaves to the nearest centre, fill in a form announcing that they purchased a slave, then with that form approved, head to a hospital or a clinic that provided slave services, get a full health workup, then bring that full health report back to the SAME centre to place in the slave’s personal file. I thought the process was stupid and ridiculous. Why did I have to show up in person to announce that my slave had crossed state lines and was residing with me? That was something that could have just been an online form. There was also no reason why the hospitals couldn’t be given access to the National Slave Registry so that they could update the personal files from the hospitals. It would have saved me from needing to take the entire day off!

Then again….

I had an entire day to spend with Bee.

As if realizing I was thinking about her, she turned to look at me, eyes wide and curious. I shook my head.

Bee gave me a sunny smile and then turned to look out the window of the bus again.

When the bus went over a bump, I was treated to the sight of her creamy breasts bouncing unfettered inside the shirt I had dressed her in this morning. Bee didn’t arrive with any clothing and the things I bought would only arrive tomorrow, but there was a penalty for not registering a purchased slave ASAP. Which meant I had no choice but to put Bee in my largest shirt. Being an absolute giant of a man, my shirt was huge on her! Unfortunately, I didn’t have any sort of panties or bras that I could let her wear, but Bee didn’t seem to mind. When I told her this, she merely lubed up her buttplug, popped it in, and declared herself ready to go!

People stared, of course. Who wouldn’t? While Bee didn’t have the biggest tits, her brown nipples seemed to poke through the shirt’s fabric every time she shifted. When the bus hit a bump or a pothole, they would jiggle tantalizingly.

I grinned to myself, knowing that they were mine to play with and tease as I wished.

The Slave Centre was in the middle of the city, not too far from my workplace. We got off at the nearest stop and then walked the rest of the way there.

“Purpose of visit,” one of the guards at the door asked in a dry tone without even looking up from his tablet.

“Registration,” I said.

The guard looked up, saw me, and gave me a look of disbelief. He looked from me, to Bee, then back to me again, eyebrows going up to his hairline.

I probably didn’t look like the typical person to own a slave. Like I mentioned, the typical slave owner looked like some form of rich, powerful, or both. Slave owners usually didn’t look like the average man dressed in clothes that were obviously taken off the rack of some random departmental store. Either they came in here dressed to the nines head to toe in designer clothing, or they sent their assistants who were usually also really well dressed.

As the guard kept staring at me, a middle-aged dark-skinned woman strode up to the entrance wearing a shockingly low cut mint green dress. Her platinum blonde hair had been done up in a series of immaculate braids and the red bottoms of her shoes flashed as she walked.

“Registration,” she said to the guard, tugging on the leash in her hand.

The slave with her, a tall young man with bulging pecs and flexing abs, shrunk in on himself, as if embarrassed to be seen in public on a leash

The guard gave her a number ticket without a second thought then resumed staring at me.

“Registration?” he asked.

I felt my face flush, a little embarrassed to be judged like that.

“Yeah.” I managed to get the word out confidently.

Bee snuggled up to my side, tits bouncing Free under the shirt. The guard’s eyes snapped to them immediately following the up-down movement of her creamy milk jugs.

“I like Master. Master fuck Ass good,” she said with a smile.

I choked on my spit and the guard’s eyebrows went up even further.

“Okay, Sex slave registration,” he said, tapping away at his tablet. The other guard sniggered as the machine printed out a number ticket.

“Bee! Don’t just tell people that!” I hissed as I took the number from the guard’s fingers. Bee looked surprised when I dragged her up the stairs to the registration department.

“Master shy?” she asked, her shorter legs struggling to keep up with my longer stride. “Master no worry. All owner talk dirty in public!” she informed me with a pitying look.

I opened my mouth to refute her statement, but a loud moan distracted me as we walked into the registration department of the building.

The gorgeous woman who breezed past us earlier was leaning back in one of the plush chairs of the waiting area. Her legs were spread and the tall slave she brought was eating her out enthusiastically, his dark haired head bobbing up and down as he lavished attention on her clit and Pussy.

I gawked for a moment.

I wouldn’t call myself a prude, but the fact that there was this woman hiking up her designer dress to get her Pussy licked in public was blowing my mind just a little. No one in the centre seemed to care. They went about their day as if a young man wasn’t slurping up his owner’s Pussy juices in the waiting room.

In fact, the little tryst seemed to inspire some of the other slave owners because I watched as a man that looked to be in his 50s spread his legs and unbuckle his belt. His Sex slave, a pretty blonde with tiny tits, dropped to her knees immediately and started polishing his knob like she was trying to see her reflection in it.

What was perhaps even more unbelievable was the fact that the two owners who were using their slaves in public leaned over to each other, shook hands, and began to chit chat as if they weren’t well… getting off in public!

“Public fuck common for Sex slave,” Bee said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

I was again reminded how differently the rich lived.

I came from an average family, lived in an average neighbourhood, had an average job. The slaves that I usually saw were those who had been indentured to work in places that no one wanted to work. Things like cleaning crew, line cooks, couriers. There was even one company that had an entire fleet of slave-waitstaff because they were cheaper than minimum wage and they couldn’t quit on a whim.

Sex slaves were a far off fantasy that the average person glimpsed through the windows of expensive cars and upscale hotels. For the average person, there was no fucking in public like this. Hell, I remember my old highschool mate Bobby getting arrested for fingering his girlfriend Daphne behind the grocery store a block away from my house!

Then as if to prove Bee even more correct, a pair of beautiful middle-eastern looking slaves disrobed and began to fuck in the middle of the lobby as their owner chatted with the staff. The male slave pushed his female counterpart down onto the white tiles and then speared her Pussy with one long stroke of his large cock!

The dark-haired female slave let out a long and throaty moan as the male slave brought their hips together repeatedly, creating a steady rhythmic sound of flesh meeting flesh. A few people paused to watch, but most of the others just went about their day.

“Number one-two-two-four, to counter five,” rang out through the speakers over the repeated ‘thap thap thap’ of two bodies connecting intimately.

My cock twitched in my pants.

“Oooo oooo OHHHHHH OH OH OOOOOOHHHHHH!” The female owner from earlier started to scream as she came from her slave’s tongue-fucking.

Bee snorted beside me.

“What?” I asked her, curious.

“She fake O,” Bee whispered, “He technique bad. No good.”

“How the fuck can you tell?” I asked, intrigued.

Bee shrugged.

“Bee study Pussy, Bee study Pussy licking. Bee practice lots with other slave. Fuck for master show”

I looked from her, to the woman, back to Bee again.

“So if I ordered you to eat her Pussy, you could do a better job than him?” I asked.

“Of course!” Bee said confidently, “Bee make owner cum lots!”

Struck by a sudden fit of boldness, I pulled Bee over to where the gorgeous woman was sitting and then pushed Bee in front of her.

“M’am, my slave was inspired by your slave’s performance. But she thinks she can do better, would you like a go?” I asked with a confidence I most certainly didn’t feel.

Stormy grey eyes looked me over slowly, taking in my comparatively shabby clothing and then Bee in her too-large shirt. The woman, not a single hair out of place in her intricate braids, her chest still heaving from her allegedly fake Orgasm, seemed almost amused at my words.

Without a word, she motioned to the space between her legs.

Bee dropped to her knees immediately, crawling over to kneel at the woman’s feet with a big eager smile.

“Thank you Mistress,” she said happily.

Instead of going straight for the woman’s cunt like I expected, Bee started by kissing the woman’s knees, giving her little kitten licks there, then sucking gently on the flesh. The action made the woman shudder all over.

Bee kissed her way up one leg, then skipped the woman’s glistening cunt lips, and then started over from the other knee. She shifted closer, then used the flat of her tongue to give the woman’s slit a long, slow swipe from bottom to top.

“Oooooo,” the woman moaned softly. Her legs parted even more.

A few people had paused to watch now.

Bee stuck her cute little button nose between the woman’s cunt lips and used the tip of her nose to gently stroke upwards several times. She drew back, letting her lips and her Hot breath ghost over the pouting Pussy in front of her.

The woman seemed to lose control, her well-manicured fingers dove into Bee’s long black hair and yanked her face against her crotch!

Bee sprung into action, her mouth and lips working vigorously as she frantically tongued the woman’s cunt.

Within seconds, Bee’s face was covered in Pussy juice, a lewd sort of facial. My cock sprang to life in my pants as I watched my new slave eagerly eat out a mistress in public!

“OH YES YES YES YESSSSS!” the woman screamed as she came hard, juice squirting all over Bee’s face. But instead of stopping, Bee just buried her face in the creamy muff in front of her and kept going!

“OH OH OH OH OH OH YESSSSSS!” the woman thrashed side to side, her hips now locked on either side of Bee’s face, riding my slave’s tongue to a second Orgasm.

Bee STILL didn’t stop. There was a determined look on her face and she pulled back a little, just enough to slip two fingers in and start frigging that slit like there was no tomorrow.

I was treated to the sight of the woman’s eyes rolling backwards, her mouth open in a silent scream as she came for the THIRD TIME on my slave’s tongue.

Finally, Bee seemed to think she had enough.

My slave drew back, panting but looking pleased with herself. There was cunt juice all over her face, in her hair, on her shirt.

Her hair was a mess, she was sweating with the effort, a wild lustful sparkle in her eyes. She looked incredible!

I pulled Bee to her feet and kissed her, relishing the taste of the woman on her lips.

The common folk’s idea of public decency had fled my mind completely. I dragged Bee over to an armchair, sat down, tugged the plug out of her Ass and yanked her down onto my cock!

Our early morning fuck and the plug had kept Bee’s hole nice and ready for my schlong. I got myself halfway in there with a single stroke, then started to bounce her up and down.

I heard someone gasp ‘holy heck!’ at the sight of my thick shaft slowly but surely sliding all the way into Bee’s shitter. Bee moaned loudly, hiking up her shirt to expose her cute tits. I grabbed them from behind, kneading them as I relished the sensation of her Hot rectum gently massaging every single inch of my massive cock.

Bee worked her shithole muscles slowly and methodically, the squeezing of her insides on my dick felt incredible! People were watching us with appreciation, more and more owners following our lead and beginning to fuck their slaves as well! The slave centre had turned into an impromptu fuckfest!

I didn’t care about them though, I cared about the fact that my Hot young slave had just eaten a Pussy to a triple Orgasm and was now using her tight butthole to milk my fuckpole. Bee was so fucking sexy like this, head thrown back onto my shoulder with her face still slick with cunt juice. Her Pussy was so damn wet, I could slip three fingers inside immediately!

“Master cock so good! Master fuck slave assho-oh-oh-oole!” Bee gasped as she bounced herself up and down on my dick. She spread her legs wide to show everyone how my cock was sliding into her slutty shitter!

“Hot damn,” someone muttered.

I curled my fingers and pressed it up against Bee’s g-spot while using the heel of my palm to rub against her mons.

“Master! Master please! Can slave cum?!” Bee panted, her hips not pausing for a single second.

“Heck yeah! Cum for me, you slutty slave! Show me how much you Love being assfucked and fingered in front of people!” I growled.

Bee’s asshole went deliciously tight around my girthy tool as she started to cum! I felt her cunt muscles contract rapidly on my fingers as if trying to keep me inside.

For one ridiculous moment, my mind came to a screeching halt. Just last week, I was leading a lonely bachelor life, thinking that I’d never be able to get a girlfriend who was willing to fit my cock in her holes. But this week, I was slamming my meat pole up the amazing asshole of an Asian slave that I mistakenly purchased off the internet, in front of an audience!

How was this my life? I had no idea but I didn’t care enough to think too much about it. Instead, I slammed my hips into Bee’s butt and grunted as my balls drew up and started to blast my cum into her shitter.

Feeling my cum shoot deep into her bowels seemed to trigger a second round of Cumming. Bee whimpered, her hips shaking rapidly as she tried to keep milking my tool. Even in the throes of pleasure, she was thinking of mine, trying to keep my cock nice and stimulated. I frigged her cunt vigorously as a reward, trying to draw out her pleasure until she was a shaking mess in my lap.

“Oh oh oh Masteeeeer!” Bee whimpered as she began to calm down from her Orgasm.

There was a smattering of applause when she started to go limp in my arms.

I gently lifted her off my softening cock. There was a few ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ when I slid out, and out, and out, and out.

Bee sank to her knees without needing a single prompt. She immediately started mouthing at my cock, bathing my dick and balls until they were clean.

“Thank you master,” she said with a smile.

“Good girl, Bee,” I replied, combing my hand through her hair to help her fix it.

After she finished cleaning me up, she tucked my cock back into my pants with a little difficulty, and stood on wobbly legs. She handed me her plug and turned around so I could slide it back into her puffy pucker.

“Oooo,” she breathed out when the cooling metal eased its way into her sore hole. When it was firmly lodged inside her Ass, she knelt between my legs and laid her head on my knee to rest.

“Very well trained,” the woman from earlier said. She reached over to me and stuck out her hand.

“Violet Chase,” she said, “CEO of Dion Inc.”

Dion Inc. Only the nation’s top microelectronics company! Their chips were used in so many things, like handheld mobile games and slave collars. I couldn’t believe that this was their CEO! Then again, why was I surprised? Many huge companies owned slaves!

I shook her hand and laughed, my nerves coming back to me now that I realized I just fucked my slave in front of a public figure, in public.

“Aaron Butler,” I introduced myself, “Uh I’m just an office worker, really.”

Violet raised an eyebrow.

“With such an excellent slave?” she asked with a hint of disbelief in her voice.

“I got lucky,” I told her honestly as I petted Bee’s hair. Bee opened her eyes and gave me a big adoring smile.

“Why don’t you give me your number?” Violet asked, taking her hand back. She laughed and continued, “I host little get-togethers from time to time and we could use a man of your mmmm….” her gaze slid down to my crotch, “…caliber.”

I felt my face flush.

“Uh, sure….” I handed her one of my business cards.

Violet gave it a once over and then slid it into her very expensive looking purse. She winked at me and got up as her number was called.

The slave she brought crawled along behind her, still on his leash.

“Her Pussy tasty,” Bee whispered to me mischievously, “Maybe next time Master also try, mmm so nice so gooooood~”

I tugged her hair in warning.

“Hush,” I growled with no real heat behind my voice. I couldn’t be mad at her, not when she had opened the doors to something new.

Something that I had a feeling would be very interesting.

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