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Tea and Strumpet, Chapter 10
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Tea and Strumpet, Chapter 10

Contributing Authors: Poppet 
Professor take Chelsea on a speaking engagement to Los Angeles...
Chelsea was making dinner one night a few weeks after their picnic romp. It was one of her Master's favorite dishes, a pot roast, and she wanted it to come out perfect. Finally she had finished cooking it and while it "rested" on the counter top, she went to his study to see if he was ready for dinner.

"Master?" she said, tapping lightly on the door.


"Dinner is about ready, Master," she said, coming up and standing beside the desk, her head lowered and her hands clasped together in front of her. He looked up from his computer screen at her.

"Thank you, slut. I will be there in a moment. I just need to respond to this email."

"Very good, Master." she said, and turned to head back to the kitchen.

A couple of minutes later, he walked into the dining room just as Chelsea finished serving up the pot roast. As was his custom, he seated her first, and then himself. Chelsea served him his plate and then her own, waiting until he started eating before taking her first bite as he had taught her.

As they ate, he told her about the email he was working on when she came in the study. "I received an email today from a group in Los Angeles. They are holding a psychology seminar and have asked me if I would come out and be a guest speaker there. How would you like to go to Los Angeles with me?"

Chelsea dropped her fork in shock at the news. "Really, Master? You aren't kidding around?" she said, afraid of the answer.

"Yes, slut. Really. Do you want to go with me?"

"Oh Master! Oh yes! I would love to go to Los Angeles! I have always wanted to see Hollywood and Los Angeles!" she said excitedly, "When would we go?"

"Well the seminar is in two weeks, so I thought we would leave a couple of days before it and then stay a couple of days after so we can see some of the sights. It's a three day seminar, but I am not sure which day they will want me to speak. When we get there, I am sure there will be a schedule and I can find out exactly when I am to speak then. But we'll have time to see some of the sights while we are there."

"Oh Master! I am so excited!" Chelsea said, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him over and over.

The next few days dragged by for Chelsea and she tried to occupy her time with looking at travel brochures and the Internet. Finally the day of their departure arrived. Chelsea didn't sleep a wink the night before because she was just too wound up over the trip. Since their flight left just before noon, Chelsea had packed their bags the night before and hung the clothes they would wear on the hooks on the bedroom door.

Chelsea bounced out of bed the instant the alarm went off and raced into the bathroom to shower and get ready. In record time, she came out of the bathroom, showered, fresh, and with her makeup and hair a picture of perfection. She got dressed in the clothes she had laid out, clothes Master had approved of, and she was ready to go. She was downstairs sitting on the couch waiting when he came down. He, too, had showered and gotten dressed and he smiled when he saw her sitting there, waiting for him.

"So are you ready to head to the airport then?" he asked.

"Yes, Master. I am ready," she replied. He went to bring the car up to the door and as he did, Chelsea made sure everything was turned off in the house. He took the bags to the car, putting them in the trunk along with his laptop and briefcase. Then they were off to the airport.

The flight to Los Angeles went smoothly and after four and a half hours, they were landing in Los Angeles. Chelsea had her face pressed to the airplane window as they approached and she was in awe as the city seemed to stretch on forever! When the plane landed and pulled up to the terminal, they got off the plane and went into the terminal and downstairs to get their luggage. Master hailed a cab when they got to the front door and they headed to the hotel they would be staying in.

The taxi ride took them through the center of Los Angeles with its gigantic skyscrapers on either side. Chelsea looked in amazement at the "canyon" the huge buildings created. "Oh, Master! It's all so incredible!" she said as they drove to their hotel. They arrived at the hotel after a short 20 minute ride. Once they had checked in and the bell boy had shown them to their room, the two of them were able to relax a bit before dinner.

Their room was a suite, with the living room containing a couch, a lounge chair, a small table with two chairs, a desk, and a wall-mounted big 55" television. Down the short hallway was the bathroom with the typical amenities, and past that was the bedroom with a king size four poster bed, large chest of drawers, a large mirrored dresser, and double closet. The living room had a sliding glass door leading to a large private deck, while the bedroom had French doors to it. The deck had a hot tub in one corner and a spectacular view of the city.

"I can see us using this while we are here!" he said, smiling wickedly.

"Yes, Master," Chelsea said, knowing that he already had ideas for using her while they were there. "It is a lovely room. Thank you for bringing me, Master."

"Well I didn't want you staying home alone. Besides, my little slut, I plan on making you earn your vacation!" he said, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her close, kissing her hard on the lips. She moaned a husky "yes" into his mouth as he crushed his lips to hers, his free hand sliding down her back to grab a handful of ass.

"Master...please," Chelsea whined. She knew that this trip was to be more than a business trip - her Master rarely let an opportunity for a new sexual adventure pass by. And as excited as she was to see this famous Hollywood and other parts of Los Angeles, she also knew that sometime and somewhere she would be tested by him. Tested and taken. She was prepared for this, and now his kiss and his hand on her ass sparked the fire in her belly. Her pussy began getting damp and she wriggled her ass to let him know. Reaching around his waist, she pulled him closer to her, eager to feel if he was similarly excited. She was pleased to find his hard cock confirmed her suspicions. She pressed her pussy to his hard cock and rubbed herself on him, letting him know that she was just as anxious to be used.

"Such a needy little slut, aren't you?" he chuckled.

"Yes, Master," she said, smiling.

"Well before we can enjoy this room, we need to get unpacked and settled in," he said.

"Yes, Master. I will take care of it. You just sit back and relax," she said. So he sat back in the lounge chair while she unpacked the suitcases on the bed and put things away. She hung up his suits and her dresses and then went in and hooked up his laptop and set up his work area. When she was finished, she came back to where he was sitting and knelt down in front of him as she did at home. She waited there, head down, for him to speak.

"Are you finished unpacking everything?"

"Yes, Master."

"And is my laptop ready to go?"

"Yes, Master."

"Stand," he commanded. Chelsea stood as directed. He took her wrists and put them behind her back. "Leave them there," he said. Chelsea clasped her hands together behind her back so she wouldn't move them. He pulled her closer and began unbuttoning her blouse. With each button undone he pulled her blouse open a bit more, kissing the newly exposed flesh.

"Ohhh, Master," Chelsea cooed softly, as her Master's hot lips seared her chest and worked their way down between her heaving breasts. She maintained her hand position, even though it took everything she had not to grab his head and pull him into her. He continued unfastening one button at a time, kissing her and listening to her moans grow louder. He could smell her arousal as well, the musky smell of her sex filling his nostrils and encouraging him further.

He unfastened the last button and pulled her blouse completely open. He released her front hook push up bra, exposing her breasts fully. Her nipples instantly hardened in the room air and he took advantage of the stiffened nubs, chewing on them individually as Chelsea squirmed in anxious desire. With one hand he reached around behind her, grabbing her wrists and holding them there. His other hand snaked its way up under her short skirt finding her smooth damp pussy. He ran his finger up her slit to her aching clit. Toying with it made her knees buckle slightly, and she closed her eyes, savoring the exquisite feelings her Master was now producing. Chelsea spread her legs wider to allow him greater access to her, access he gladly took as he moved from toying with her to fingering her. He slid two fingers inside her wet warmth and began churning inside her pussy.

"Oh god, Master," Chelsea groaned and tossed her head back. Her thighs trembled as he worked her, strumming her and playing her like a fine Stradivarius. She wriggled and panted at his fingering and his chewing, the combination sending her higher and higher.
He knew just what to do to drive her crazy, and he was hitting all her buttons now. Chelsea moaned and writhed and humped back as he turned her to butter.

"Oh Master, please," she whined "please fuck me. I need you inside me."

"I have a better idea," he said, remembering the hot tub. He grabbed her by the hair and walked swiftly across the living room. flipping a switch on the wall as they got to the sliding glass door to the deck. The hot tub came to life, bubbling and lighting up with a soft welcoming glow.

"Master, we don't have any bathing suits!" she said, looking at him puzzled.

"We don't need any," he said with a wicked smirk. Chelsea smiled knowingly, and began to undress the rest of the way. Once she was naked, she stood quietly and waited for him. He had shed his clothes and got into the hot tub, offering her a hand and helping her into the warm bubbly water. He sat down on one side of the tub and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her and seating her in front of him between his spread legs.

With her in front of him and her back facing him, he wrapped his legs around her waist and hooked them around her thighs, holding her legs apart.

"Finger your pussy slut," he growled into her ear. She reached down and began to play with her already throbbing clit and her swollen pussy lips. He wrapped his arms around hers and began pinching and pulling at her stiff, sensitive nipples. She scooted back at him, wanting him closer and giving him more room to work on her. She could feel his hard cock at the crack of her ass and she wriggled against it. The feel of his hardness only got her more excited. She wanted that thick steely cock inside her, not just teasing her.

"Oh Master! Oh I need you, please. Please Master, I can't take it!" she pleaded. The desperation and the need were plain.

He stood her up and turned her around. The hot tub was just deep enough for her to lean over the edge and put her face down on the deck. He placed her in position and she stretched her arms out to the sides, surrendering herself to him. She spread her legs and opened herself to him, waiting in eager anticipation. But he wanted her to wait just a little longer. He knelt behind her and parted her ass cheeks with his hands. Chelsea moaned at his hands grabbing and squeezing the fleshy globes. He leaned forward and tongued her wet slit and she raised her head up in a silent open-mouthed scream of pleasure, her fingers scratching at the wooden deck. She finally found her voice as a long deep growl of animal lust came forth. She raised her ass to meet his probing tongue, her legs spreading wider, wanting him deeper in her. He smiled to himself seeing her reaction to his tonguing her from behind, but he had one more trick. He slipped two fingers back inside her and then bit hard on her ass cheek, Chelsea squealed and wriggled her ass.

Then he made a move that caught the girl completely off guard. He poked his tongue into her tight asshole, rimming her. Chelsea came instantly and hard. She had never felt anything like that and as aroused as she was, the new sensation pushed her headlong over the edge.

"OHMYGOD!! Oh fuck Master!" Chelsea screamed as a flood of pent up juices poured out of her, down her legs and into the hot tub water. She bucked back against his tongue and fingers as she came once, twice, three times in a row. He kept the pressure up, tonguing her and fingering her during her explosions until she collapsed totally spent on the deck, her thighs and pussy continued to spasm and twitch as she gasped for breath.

He wasn't through with her yet, however. As she lay there on the deck trying to compose herself, her ass exposed and waiting, he came up behind her, cock in hand and shoved fully into her still twitching pussy. He slammed into her completely, burying his cock fully in her warm, wet sleeve until he felt himself bottom out against her cervix.

"Oh Master, No!" Chelsea protested "Please not yet!" But it was no use. He was going to take her and now! He began pumping hard and fast into her, his cock splitting her in two with each thrust. She subconsciously pushed back against his thrusts, her body working on auto-pilot despite being so exhausted she could barely think. She laid on the deck moaning and trying to grab the deck surface as he pounded into her.

Suddenly, she felt him swell inside her and he groaned. "I'm going to cum, slut!" He reached up and grabbed her by the hair and lunged forward. He bent over her and bit down on her neck as he exploded inside her, coating her insides with his liquid lava. She gasped and moaned as she felt him filling her, his cum and her pussy juices mixing together before spilling out around his cock. He spurted again and again into her, she wondered how he could have so much cum inside him! Finally he collapsed on top of her and reached he hands out to cover hers, their fingers interlocking together. She lay there on the deck, feeling her Master behind her, pressing himself on her. She couldn't have been happier if she tried.

He stayed inside her for as long as he could, but slowly he softened and finally plopped out of her. When she felt him leave her she felt empty and a little lonesome. But dutifully she turned around and, kneeling in the water, she took his soft cum smeared cock in her mouth sucking the last drops of his cum from the tip and cleaning him with her mouth and tongue. She licked and sucked him until she was satisfied she got him as clean as she could before releasing him and looking up. He smiled down at his slut and took her face in his hand.

"Good girl," he said. Chelsea beamed with delight at his praise. He helped her to her feet and they resumed their position with her sitting in front of him, relaxing in the warm bubbling water, while he toyed playfully with her nipples. She rested her head on his shoulder, her strawberry locks cascading down her body to the water, blissfully happy to be there with him. They sat there, soaking and washing away the cares of the trip for a couple of hours, Chelsea not wanting to miss a moment in her Master's strong arms. But eventually they had to get out.

He reached up and grabbed her by the throat firmly but lovingly "We had better get up and get moving if we want to eat at all today. I don't know about you but I am starving - that airplane food left a lot to be desired!" he said, growling in her ear.

"Yes, Master," she said slowly getting up. Chelsea was comfortable there in the tub and could have stayed there forever, but she obeyed nonetheless. He gave her a playful swat on the ass as she rose and Chelsea squealed happily turning around to smile at him.

They got up and went inside to shower and get dressed. A few minutes later as He waited in the living room, Chelsea appeared. She was wearing a dress she bought especially for the trip. It was a red halter top mini-dress, cut almost embarrassingly high, with a neckline that plunged down so far it showed her navel. It's stretch knit material hugged her hips so tight it looked painted on and showed enough cleavage with her full breasts that it was sure to create a stir at the restaurant! She wore her best hoop earrings and had put her hair up elegantly. With her makeup flawless and her red slinky seductive dress and strappy, shimmering silver six inch heels, she was a knockout!

"Damn!" he said. The words were meant as a thought, but the sight of her made him speak out without thinking.

"You like?"

"I like very much!" he said, looking at the vision in front of him. Chelsea twirled, showing him the whole picture and then stood in front of him smiling broadly. "You look...absolutely stunning!"

"Thank you, Master. I am ready to go," she said. They went to the elevator and when they reached the lobby he went to see the hotel concierge.

"Excuse me, but what is the best Mexican restaurant in the area?" he asked the man.

The concierge thought for a moment and said "Pablo's Casita in Malibu. It's a bit up the coast, but the food is more than worth the drive. And if you are going there, might I suggest taking the Pacific Coast Highway - the PCH. It is a lovely drive and will add to the whole experience. Shall I make a reservation for you?"

"Yes, that would be fine. Thank you," the Professor said.

A moment later the concierge came back to Chelsea and her Master. "Ok you are all set. I have a reservation for two with plenty of time to get there. Shall I call you a cab or limo?"

"What do you think, little one, shall we splurge and take a limo to dinner?" Master asked Chelsea.

"Oh could we? Oh I have never been in a limousine! Please?" she said excitedly.

"You heard the lady. Yes we'll take a limo if you'd be so kind," he said to the concierge.

"Of course. It will be only a few moments. If you'd like to wait here in the lobby, I will let you know when it arrives."

Within a few minutes the limo pulled up. Now, it wasn't one of those long stretch jobs - there was no need for anything like that. But this was a bit longer and more spacious that your standard off-the-shelf Lincoln Continental. The driver explained. "This is what is known as a mid-size limo or executive car. It is actually the most popular type of limo. Those stretch jobs are a bear to park and maneuver around town!"

"I can imagine!" he said. The driver opened the door for them, seating Chelsea first and then the Professor. They left for the restaurant, the driver knew the place well and he drove them straight there so they would make their reservation in plenty of time. When they pulled up in front of the restaurant, the Professor told the driver that he would call when they were ready to leave. The doorman to the restaurant opened the door and they went inside.

Once seated the waiter came and he ordered dinner for them. As they sat there waiting for their dinner to arrive, he motioned for the waiter once again. He ordered a couple of drinks, one for each of them and the waiter brought them to the table.

"Are you wearing panties?" Master asked Chelsea.

Blushing at such an opening line, she replied "No, Master. You told me never to wear them know."

"Good girl," he said. She felt his foot sliding up her leg and slip under her skirt. She stiffened as his shoe touch her mound. "I will be using that again very soon," he said slyly.

"Master! You're terrible!" she said giggling.

"You wouldn't have it any other way either, would you slut."

"No, Master. I like you just like this," she said.

Their dinner came and they ate. Chelsea thoroughly enjoyed the fine Mexican food. It was something she had never had before and she was a bit nervous, since she wasn't used to much spicy food. But they made it mild for those unaccustomed to real Mexican food and she thought it was delicious. Plus they were both ravenously hungry, having not eaten anything since they arrived, and the airplane food they had was less than appetizing!

As they were finishing up their dinner, Master handed the waiter the business card the limo driver had given him. "Would you please call our car?" he said.

"Certainly, Sir," the waiter said and went to the reservation desk to make the call. Master and Chelsea finished their meal and their drinks while waiting for the limo to arrive. Just as they finished eating and paid the bill, the car pulled up.

On the way home, Chelsea commented on what a wonderful meal they had and thanked him again for the wonderful night out.

"Well there is one way you can thank me if you are sincere about what you say," he said, winking at her. She looked at him and saw that he was serious. Then she looked at the driver, who was concentrating on his driving. She turned back to her Master and reached over and unfastened his belt, and trousers, and unzipped his fly. She fished out his already hardening cock and leaned into her work.

Taking him into her mouth, she began licking his shaft with long, luxurious strokes. She twirled her tongue around the head of his cock and tickled the peehole at the tip. Master adjusted his position in the seat, scooting down so she had better access to him. She reached into his boxers and drew his balls out, licking and sucking on them as well. Then she took the head of his cock in her mouth and, glancing up at her Master laying back in the seat with his eyes closed, she ever so slowly slid down his shaft, teasing him like he teased her.

"Mmmmm," he moaned as he felt her mouth envelop him deeper and deeper. Chelsea cupped his balls as she slid down his pole gently fondling him as she sucked.

With her knees on the seat and her head in his lap, it left her ass up in the air, barely covered by her short minidress. He reached between her legs and began playing with her pussy like he had told her earlier he would. Chelsea moaned herself and began sucking him faster. Now it was a race to see who would cum first. But Master was an expert at the tease and it wasn't long before Chelsea was whimpering her need. He fingered her swollen pussy lips and plunged into her with two fingers, curling them just enough to hit her g-spot. Chelsea gasped around the cock in her mouth as she felt him hit her special spot. She clamped her legs together and pulled away from his cock.

"Master, please! Not in this nice car!" she begged. But the look she got made her open her legs again. It wasn't her place to say when so she just left it to him. Master would determine if, when, and how she would cum. If he decided she would cum in a nice limousine like this, then so be it. Chelsea concentrated on her job - pleasing him and making him cum. She sucked and licked his cock like she was starving, even though she had just ate a big meal. A nice cum from her Master would be all the dessert she would need and she wanted dessert badly!

Meanwhile, the limo driver had glanced back and saw the action going on. It was nothing he hadn't seen before and he liked the couple. So without needing to be told, he turned off the route he took to get them to the restaurant and decided a little ride down the Pacific Coast Highway would "set the mood" for them! He found a nice private spot to park and pulled in. Leaving the car to the amorous couple he rolled the privacy screen up behind him and sat there watching the ocean waves through the windshield until he heard the telltale sounds that they had finished. He gave them a minute or two to compose themselves, and then rolled the screen back down.

"Everything ok back there?" he asked, winking in the mirror.

"Everything is just fine. Thank you," Master said. Chelsea blushed beet red, but smiled a shy little smile.

They took off for the hotel once again and when they pulled up the driver opened the door as usual.

"Thank you for the ride and here's a little something to help with the, um, cleanup." Master said, handing the driver an extra hundred dollars. The driver took it gratefully and shook his hand.

Chelsea came up and took the driver's hand. "Thank you," she whispered softly and kissed him on the cheek.

"You are welcome, miss," he said with a smile. And then he drove off while Chelsea and Master returned to their room.

"We will have to thank the concierge before we leave for the recommendation on the restaurant and limo," Master said.

"Yes, Master. It was wonderful. A wonderful, romantic, dreamy evening. Thank you."

"You are welcome, my little slut. I am glad you had a good time."

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