"Life is good!" I thought as I sat naked in a recliner on the outdoor terrace sipping on a margarita in the Seven South penthouse suite on the top floor at the Ritz Carlton hotel overlooking my stretch of Seven Mile Beach on Grand Cayman. Sumiko, my Japanese American concubine, and personal assistant was gently giving my left nut a nice tongue bath. I had managed to leave the wife and daughters behind while on a father-son getaway with my business partners and their sons. While Alan and I brought our own personal concubines, Jose and the boys got to play with the high-quality house pleasure sluts that staffed our penthouse suite. The Ritz had a superb on-demand catalog, and they were determined to make extensive use of it.
My son Justin, a senior at MIT, had a margarita in one hand and his fingers entwined in the hair of the busty blonde slave girl named Mandy, or was it Candy, that was one of the many amenities that came with the suite. Justin started face fucking the poor girl, who to him was nothing more than a human fleshlight. These youngsters these days, always in a hurry to get where they are going. Never taking the time to savor the finer aspects of life, like a wet warm tongue massaging your nuts before you get down to business.
"Hey honey, move the tongue south a little, would yah," I drawled as my well-trained slave's warm, wet tongue enthusiastically started massaging the taint right between my nuts and my back door. Damn, that felt good, really good. Everyone likes variety, but at my point in life there's something to be said for a slave girl who knows your preferences down to the most miniscule detail.
"Perfect," I groaned happily when her eager tongue settled in on my sphincter.
I sighed, contently looking over the ocean and the spectacular view of the setting sun. Poor Walter "Wally" Cox, my former business partner, never understood moderation, having passed away after taking Prolong while lying on his back with four Horny Juice induced pleasure sluts entertaining him. One eating his ass while he worked his big toe up her vagigi as she humped his foot all while happily tongue drilling his sphincter, slut another riding his cock giving him a nice Singapore Kiss, the third massaging his chest and suckling his nipples while he finger-fucked her drenched snatch, while the fourth rode his face as he feasted on her juicy pussy. His heart gave out as he shot his final load. "What a way to go," I thought as I silently saluted my old friend knowing he died with a smile on his face going out the way he had always wanted--coming and going simultaneously.
"Hey, dad, can you tell us the real story behind the development of Horny Juice?" asked Justin, putting down his drink long enough to pick up a laptop with the company home page open on the screen.
Cody Cox, Walter's son, also a senior at MIT and Justin's roommate and best friend, smirked while he ground his cock into the face of his red-haired slave girl, Brandi, or was it Bambi, hell I don't know. He asked, "Mr. Fletcher, knowing my dad and the rest of you like I do, I don't buy that BS altruistic account on your company website. Justin, read it verbatim and see if you can do it without busting up."
I seriously doubted Justin could read at all as he appeared close to busting a nut in Bambi, or was it Bunny's mouth, but I was pleasantly surprised when he pulled it off. My other partners, Jose Gomez and Alan Chin and their boys, were all on the terrace with us, enjoying the view and ocean breeze with their own attractive slave girls hard at work.
In a sarcastic tone, Justin read, "Horny Juice was developed to assist house slaves, and pleasure sluts alike make the often-difficult transition from their former lives as free women who were used to choosing their sexual activities and partners to becoming the sexual servants of their benevolent owners who now made those decisions for them. Many of these unfortunate women were unfairly disciplined when they, due to no fault of their own, could not become sexually aroused on command at the whim of their masters. Aaron Fletcher, Jose Gomez, Alan Chin, and Walter Cox observed this suffering while in a work-study program sophomore year in the Texas A & M slave kennels and decided to take action to help these poor unlucky women. Motivated to end the suffering of these slaves, they invented Horny Juice as the solution, starting their business out of their small student home at 2901 Forestwood Drive, Bryan, Texas, after turning the garage into a small production laboratory. Horny Juice is now used nationwide to assist these unfortunate slave girls to become happily aroused, ready and willing pleasure sluts for their owners, making their time as slaves more humane and rewarding as they come to enjoy the varied sexual activities of a pleasure slut. Where slaves used to worry about performing certain sexual activities with their owners, thanks to Horny Juice, many pleasure sluts so enjoy their new lives that they regularly initiate sexual encounters with their owners. Thanks to Horny Juice, many slave girls, having found their true calling for the collar, choose to extend their indentures, finding life as a pleasure slut easier and more fulfilling than their prior lives as they struggled to make ends meet in dead-end jobs."
