Raffle Girl
Copyright© 2025 by Lorn Skye
Chapter 2: Meet Eve
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 2: Meet Eve - Dr. Sam White was not lucky. He had never won a single thing in his entire life. His colleagues at work had convinced him to attend a fundraiser for some cause that he knew nothing about. And suddenly, he won. The prize was not at all what he expected! Join Sam as he journeys from confirmed bachelor to the luckiest man in the world with a bevy of beauties surrounding him. ~43000 words
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Slavery MaleDom
Once we were on the way, I raised the privacy partition and turned to the woman in the seat beside me, “Take off your shift,” I said. I figured I would go straight to the heart of the matter, so if she was going to be my slave, I wanted to see a little display of power.
I wasn’t really surprised when she pulled the shift up and over her head. Then I watched as she took the position on the seat that she had been in on stage, kneeling with her knees wide apart. She held her arms tight behind her back which forced her breasts forward. It was the perfect sex slave position and her posture was perfect.
“Am I to your satisfaction, Master?” she asked with a sexy demure voice.
“You are beautiful, truly beautiful,” I murmured, drinking in the sight of her. And then I reached out and caressed her face, letting my hand trace down across her neck, then down to her caress her breasts, and hearing her sigh in pleasure as I touched her.
I turned to face her, so I could use both hands to touch and caress her. She was young and her skin was near flawless. When I reached her abdomen, I felt her flinch, and then my fingers felt a small defect, a near invisible scar across her lower abdomen.
As a physician, I immediately knew the kind of scar it was, and even thought there were a great number of reasons for having such a scar.
My hands continued to travel along her skin, along the outside of her thighs, and then back up along the inside of her thighs, until I was brushing along the edge of her vulva. She shuddered as I touched her, and I found that she was just as wet as she had professed earlier.
I teased a finger along her slit until I found her clit, which was hard and engorged, and peeking out from its hood. I stoked along it, then dipped back down to stroke along her labia, feeling her moisture increasing, and her labia swelling, and parting.
I watched her struggle to hold still as I teased her, slipping a finger inside her very warm, very wet, and very tight vagina. Apparently, that was too much, and she began to convulse on my finger.
When she had calmed a bit, I slowly withdrew my finger, sliding it up and along her clit, causing her to shudder in her post orgasmic sensitivity. I continued upward, trailing the tip of my finger along her midline, and when I reached her mouth, she leaned forward capturing my finger in her lips, sucking on it.
“So, what is your name?” I asked as I withdrew my finger from her mouth. “Or am I supposed to just call you slave?”
She smiled and it lit up her face. She looked up at me for perhaps the first time, or at least the first time that I paid any attention to where she was looking.
“As my Master, I suppose you can call me anything you want, even give me a name. And of course, you can call me slave. But my birth name is, Eve, Eve Tillman.”
“I trust that you are disease free and on some form of birth control?” I asked.
“Thank you for asking, and yes, I had to be extensively tested to qualify for this opportunity, and I have had an implant for the past year, so that I no longer have periods that might interfere with your pleasure.”
Again, a small shudder ran through her and I realized that instead of revulsion, those were shivers of pleasure running through her.
“Then I think you need to get down between my legs and suck my cock.”
“Oh! Thank you, Sir!” she exclaimed and immediately dropped to her knees on the floor between my knees. She reached for my belt and quickly had my pants open. When I lifted my ass off the seat, she pulled them, and my boxer briefs, down my thighs until she had free access to my cock.
And then she swallowed my cock. I was hard as I could be and it had been a while since I had last been with a woman. At least that is the excuse I am using for why I erupted into her throat so quickly after she swallowed my cock. The sensation of her throat constricting around my cock was just too much, and I pumped my cum directly into her throat.
I realized, just before I pressed her head down and placed my hands by my side, that the sensations were intense. Eve took it like a champion, not once breaking the cycle of swallowing every pulse.
I never got soft, because she just kept swallowing and using her tongue. I eventually pulled her off my cock when it got too intense. I pulled her up onto my lap and she came willingly, even eagerly, settling her knees on either side of my hips.
She reached down and grasped my cock, lining it up, and then settling down on it, looking into my eyes the entire time. She was just as wet, and hot, and tight, as when I had slipped a finger in her, but my cock was significantly larger than my finger, so the tightness was even more pronounced.
Once I was fully embedded inside her, she began to squeeze my cock with her internal muscles, massaging me without moving. She looked in my eyes, and a moan of pleasure escaped both of our mouths, and then she began to rotate her hips in coordination with her squeezing.
Having just cum, I was in no danger of cumming anytime soon, but the sensations were incredible, easily one of the most erotic experiences of my life. I watched as she bit her lower lip in a sexy fashion, and continued to slowly stimulate me with minimal motion.
“How long until we get to your home, Master?” she whispered throatily in my ear.
“We have at least another thirty minutes,” I replied. “Now fuck me!” I growled.
“Yes, Master!” she exclaimed and lifted until just the tip of me was inside her. Then she slammed herself down and a gasp escaped her lips. She picked up a rhythm, sliding up and down on my cock, and fucking me with gusto. But what made it so sensual, was the way she looked as she did it. She was entirely focused on the sex, making sure that she squeezed, rotated, and slid in perfect synchrony. She kept the eye contact and I could see the joy in her eyes, as they sparkled in the passing lights, and the look of rapture on her face was unmistakable.
After a few minutes, I noticed that she was beginning to lose her rhythm just a little bit, but over the next few minutes, she became more, and more, erratic, until she was just grunting and slamming down her hips.
Unlike the steady rhythmic contractions before, now I felt spasms of contractions around my cock, and wetness was seeping down my balls, and between my legs. But despite having a significant orgasm, she kept fucking me. That was all it was at this point, she was just riding me, and fucking me.