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 Author: Hungry Guy and Lady Fuschia
Title: HUNGRY FOR FUSCHIA PART 6
Universe: Hungry For
Summary: While on holiday in London, Hungry Guy buys a slave girl at a
slave auction in a warehouse in The Docklands, and brings her back home to
the States with him...
Keywords: MF/F Mpov Mdom Fdom Fsub les mult humil cons piv oral anal ws
choke strangle reluc rom bi cheat creampie caution
Language: english

   HUNGRY FOR FUSCHIA
BY: Hungry Guy and Lady Fuschia

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   * CHAPTER 6 - CLEVELAND *

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   Guy came home from work early one Wednesday afternoon as the hot weather
of summer was cooling down.  "Get dressed, Fuschia.  We're taking a little
trip."

   "Yes, Master?  Where to?"

   "There's this swingers club I'd been to once with an old girlfriend, and
I've always wanted to return.  I'd already purchased the club tickets
online a couple days ago."

   "Oh?  Sounds like fun, Master!  Is it in New York?"

   "Nope!  Cleveland."

   "I've heard of Cleveland, Master.  Is it far?"

   "About 8 hours by train.  So get packed.  There's only one train to
Cleveland from New York and it leaves at 7 PM."

   Guy picked out the smuttiest outfit he had purchased for Fuschia in the
time that her body had been his property and told her to pack their bags
while he showered.

   Fuschia was sitting on the edge of the bed as Guy came out of the loo.

   "Oooh!  You look like such a whore, Fuschia!"

   Her face turned red.  "Thank you, Master."

   A little later, Guy had parked in the long-term parking garage under the
train station.  Guy led the way as Fuschia pulled their two bags behind
her.

   Guy purchased their train tickets and they proceeded to the waiting
area. At precisely a half-hour late, Amtrak announced their train.

   The porter showed them to their private stateroom

   Their train, the Lakeshore Limited, left a half-hour late, but dinner
was announced shortly after an apology for the delay due to heavy CSX
freight traffic.  Guy and Fuschia were seated in the dining car and had a
pleasant meal together while rural New York rolled by outside.

   When they got back to their stateroom, the porter had already lowered
and made up the bed.  Guy told Fuschia to lay on the bed, and then he
pulled his jeans down and climbed upon her.  Sliding his hard cock into her
mouth, he told her to suck him off while he gazed out the window as the
train headed westward past Syracuse, Rochester, and Buffalo.

   The Lakeshore Limited finally pulled into Cleveland at around 4:30 AM,
one hour late.  Fuschia had drained him well during the long train ride--he
hadn't had to disengage from her at all during the trip.

   Even at this wee hour of the morning, taxis were queued up outside the
station in anticipation of the arriving train.

   Their hotel on Euclid Avenue in downtown Cleveland was just a few blocks
from the Amtrak station.  Upon checking in, they both shed their clothes
and were soon in bed again.  Guy spared Fuschia his cock down her throat
the rest of the night, as they slept in each others' arms.

   ###

   Master and slave stayed in bed most of the rest of the day, leaving
their room only once to go down to the pizza shop off the lobby for lunch.

   At 8:00 they had both showered and dressed, and Guy had called for a cab
on his cell phone.

   Getting into the cab, Guy told the driver, "Eros Connection."

   The cabby knew where that was, as he sped off immediately.

   A short ride down Euclid Avenue brought them across Veterans Memorial
Bridge and down into the section of Cleveland called "The Flats."

   Underneath the shadow of the bridge, the cab let them out in front of a
row of seedy warehouses.

   Guy rang the bell and the two were admitted to the club.  One upstairs,
it was rather nice, with a number of interconnected rooms, some with beds
ready for the night's activities.

   But still early, the club was rather sparse.  Lacking a liquor license,
the club didn't sell alcohol.  Guy brought a bottle of his favorite wine,
which he handed to the bartender to dispense later.

   Guy and Fuschia sat at the bar and watched the club fill.  A couple sat
at the bar next to Guy.

   "Hi!" said the man, a skinny fellow with short red hair.  "New here?"

   "I was here a couple of years ago with a different girlfriend."

   "I'm Gary," he said.  Patting his girl on the hand, he said, "and this
is Melanie."

   "I'm Guy, and this is my slave, Fuschia."

   "Slave?" they both said.

   "Yes.  Slave.  I own her."

   To Fuschia, Melanie asked, "He owns you?"

   Fuschia glanced at Guy, who nodded his assent to speak, and answered,
"Yes, Guy owns me.  I'm his property."

   "And you two swing?" asked Gary.

   "We're here to try it," said Guy.

   Gary leaned back and whispered to Melanie for a few minutes, then to Guy
he asked, "You like Melanie?"

   "Yeah," said Guy looking over Melanie's long blonde hair and petite
figure.  "You like Fuschia?"

   "Sure, does Fuschia like me?"

   "She's my slave.  It doesn't matter whether or not she likes you."

   "I see," said Gary with an odd smile.

   "Shall we find an empty room to play in?" said Guy.

   "Yeah!" said Gary.  The four of them set off and, after walking past a
few occupied rooms, found an empty lounge with an untouched king-size bed.

   Gary and Melanie jumped into the bed, and began top remove their
clothes. Guy motioned at Fuschia, who also climbed into bed and began to
disrobe.  Guy then shed his clothed and joined them.

   To Fuschia, Guy said, "Do as Gary says." Then to Gary, Guy said, "Enjoy
her!"

   Upon sitting in the bed and crossing his legs, Melanie climbed into
Guy's lap.  Guy's member was already hard, and Melanie impaled herself upon
him upon taking her seat.

   Melanie began bouncing up and down drawing moan after moan from Guy's
lips.

   Meanwhile, Gary had positioned Fuschia with her legs over the side of
the bed with her feet on the floor.  He then stepped up to her, between her
legs, and began thrusting into her.  "Hey!" said Gary!  "She's already
soaking wet!"

   Guy smiled and said, "I've never known her _NOT_ to be wet!  Any time!"

   Guy returned his attention to Melanie.  After a few moments, he exploded
inside her.  The bed began rocking every which way while the two men went
into auto-pilot, their orgasms taking control of their voluntary muscles.

   Melanie sat still on Guy's lap while he quaked and quivered under her.

   Guy smiled at Melanie and fell onto his back while she still sat on his
crotch, still impaled on him.

   "You gonna lick me clean now?" asked Melanie giving Guy's cock a squeeze
with her pussy muscles.

   "That's Fuschia's job," said Guy.

   "Oh?  She does women?"

   "She does if I tell her to."

   Melanie crawled over and hovered her crotch just above Fuschia's face.
"You want me to?" she asked Fuschia.

   "Guy wants me to, so I will," said Fuschia.

   Melanie smiled wickedly and sat on Fuschia's face while Gary continued
to thrust between Fuschia's legs.

   At that, Guy sat on Fuschia's chest, facing Melanie, and began to kiss
her again.

   Fuschia, it seemed, was doing more than cleaning, for after a moment,
Melanie began to quake wildly.  "Oh my God!" screamed Melanie.  "She's
good!"

   "She's well trained," said Guy.

   After a few moments, Melanie's orgasm was subsiding, while Fuschia began
to buck and flail her arms about.

   "I don't think she can breathe with me on her face and you on her
chest," said Melanie.  "We'd better get off her."

   Guy shrugged and said, "She's held her breath longer than this for me,
but sure." Guy and Melanie fell off Fuschia and grabbed each other for
another deep kiss.

   Melanie then whispered, "Wanna go off alone and try for two-zies while
Gary and Fuschia do the same?"

   "Sure!" said Guy.

   Hand-in-hand, Guy and Melanie wandered off, looking for another
available room.  Other couples had already shed their clothes while
wandering the club, so Guy and Melanie left theirs back with Gary and
Fuschia.

   ###

   Guy and Melanie left the room.  Gary was sitting now cross-legged and
naked at the end of the bed, looking Fuschia up and down again as she
rested back on the headboard more or less where she had been abandoned
following the last encounter.  Gary's eyes were drawn to between her open
legs.  Her pussy was bright pink and slightly swollen from all the vigorous
use it had endured since Guy had bought her.  Still, it was shiny wet,
almost dripping - an unmistakable invite to his fast recovering cock.  He
reached over and felt her wetness with the back of his hand - then pushed
his hand gently up to her mouth for her to dutifully to lick up the mix of
warm fluids.

   "So you're really his slave?" He asked "No game playing?  The real
thing?"

   "Yes," said Fuschia, then added "Sir."

   Gary seemed intrigued and she continued.  "He bought me in London.  I
belong to him.  I am his property."

   "And you enjoy that?"

   "What I enjoy is unimportant.  My duty is to please my Master."

   "But you do enjoy it don't you?" Gary couldn't help grinning as Fuschia
lowered her eyes "Look at me when I'm speaking to you!"

   He hadn't meant it to come out quite that forceful.  She wasn't _HIS_
slave after all, but he enjoyed the feeling, and grabbed her face to force
her to look him in the eyes.  "You like it don't you?" he repeated.

   "Yes Sir, I do."

   "And he's commanded you to please me now?"

   "My Master has left me under you power Sir.  You may do as you wish.  I
must obey my Master, so I won't refuse you anything."

   "So I can really do as I like?" He stroked his hand across her pussy a
few more times, enjoying her shudder as it ran across her clit.

   "So stretch your legs wider."

   Fuschia obliged and he stood up above her.  He took each one of her
spread-eagled legs and lifted them up to the top of the headboard, where
there were a number of convenient straps and shackles that he twisted
around her ankles.  Fuschia was bent over in a near complete circle.

   Gary stood back a moment to admire his handiwork.  Fuschia was pretty
flexible but she still felt the stretch down each leg.

   "You'd like me to fuck you again then?" Gary was now nursing a full
erection

   "Yes Sir"

   "Yes what?"

   "Yes please."

   Gary leant down over her, grabbed her shackled ankles firmly for
leverage and shoved his cock deep into her.  Fuschia clenched tight around
him, flushing with the shame, apprehension and excitement of being left at
the mercy of this unpredictable stranger.  Gary looked down, feeling her
clench around him, beckoning another orgasm so soon after the last one.

   "Jesus that's tight!" he exclaimed through his heavy breaths.  Fuschia
felt a flash of pride at the success of her master's training, and felt
herself starting to come.  To her frustration Gary suddenly stopped
thrusting and pulled away.

   "You want me to carry on?" he asked.

   "Yes Sir!" gasped Fuschia, right on the brink of her orgasm, a wet patch
creeping out below her from the drips of her soaking pussy.

   "Say please!" said Gary.  He was dying to shoot his load, but this was
fun!

   "Please Sir!" she gasped

   "OK, he did say anything."

   Gary put one hand on the small of her back and lifted her up even more
so she was curved to a near circle, and then shoved his cock neatly into
her well-lubricated ass.  Fuschia let out a squeal of surprise.

   "Shut up!" he yelled and delivered a firm slap on her left buttock - the
sensation inexplicably sent her straight back into her delayed orgasm,, she
started to gasp and groan, the pushing against her ass adding in a heavy
half painful edge to the sensation.  She felt herself contract against him
as he gave her another sharp slap just before his dick exploded inside of
her.

   She felt his come dribble back down her back as he fell away, exhausted
and grinned to himself again looking proudly at the other man's slave he
had been so kindly loaned for a time.

   "Well maybe I'll try that one at home," he said, as he finally leant
over to untie her.  She felt the tingling rush of blood back down her legs
as she unrolled.

   "I wonder what those two are getting up to?" he asked "They should be
back soon."

   Fuschia still exhausted and excited by being commanded to obey another
man still couldn't help but think that those precious orgasms granted by
her master were quite unbeatable.  She was happy to be his slave - it
seemed it was what she was always meant to be...

   ###

   In the meantime, Guy and Melanie found another empty room.

   "Ahh!" said Melanie.  By this time of night, it's hard to find a clean
unsoiled bed.

   "Lucky us!" said Guy who grabbed Melanie and pulled her into the bed.

   "Can you get hard again?" said Melanie.

   "You might have to work at it," said Guy with a chuckle.  "If you know
what I mean."

   "Men!  Jeez!" said Melanie.  "I know what you mean!" and she pushed him
onto his back fell onto her chest and engulfed his cock in her mouth.

   She did, indeed, have to work at bringing him off a second time, but
before long, Guy flooded her throat with his seed.

   "You want to come again?" asked Guy.

   "Of course!" said Melanie, who then fell onto her back and spread her
legs.

   In a split second, Guy's head was between Melanie's legs sucking on her
clit like an all-day sucker.

   Melanie, already primed, began to quake and quiver immediately to Guy's
oral manipulations.

   Guy continued to play Melanie for a good long time before she couldn't
take any more and pushed his head away from her crotch.

   "Wow!  You're both good!"

   "Thanks!" said Guy.

   Melanie sat up, climbed into Guy's lap once again, and gave him a deep
kiss.  "You two live around here?" she then asked.

   "No," Guy whispered into Melanie's ear, giving her another kiss.  "We're
from New York.  I knew about this club from an ex-girlfriend."

   "You don't have swing clubs in New York?"

   "Not as nice and open as this.  _Eros Connection_ is unique."

   Melanie then looked lost in thought.  "I wonder how Gary and Fuschia are
doing?" said Melanie.

   "Oh?" said Guy.  "Jealous?"

   "Well, maybe a little," said Melanie.  "Gary and I have been swinging
for a few years now, but I still get feeling a little jealous when he's off
with someone else.  Aren't you a little jealous over Fuschia and Gary?"

   "Well, yeah, a little.  I've heard the green-eyed monster rears its head
among the swing scene from time to time.  You've got to have a strong
relationship for it not to be torn apart."

   "I've heard that, too," said Melanie.  "Let's go back and join Gary and
Fuschia, okay?"

   "Sure!" said Guy, and the two of them headed back to the first room they
were all in.

   "Had fun?" said Melanie as they Gary was still untying Fuschia.

   "Yeah!  Lots!" said Gary.  "I gotta get me a slave!"

   "Don't look at me," said Melanie with a chuckle.  "I ain't going to be
nobody's slave!"

   "Then I'll just have to go to England,, right Guy?"

   "Uhm, yeah," said Guy.  "There's this place in the Docklands..."

   "The _WHAT?"_ said Gary.

   "The Docklands.  It's a district in London, you see."

   "Oh, okay," said Gary.

   "Well, we all better mingle a little more," said Guy.  "It's been fun."

   "Yeah!" said Guy.  "see ya!"

   "See ya," said Gary and Melanie together as Guy as led Fuschia out into
the main part of the club.

   A little later, exhausted from the night's exertions, Guy and Fuschia
left the club, called for a cab on his cell phone, and returned to their
hotel.

   After a quick shower together, they fell into bed and went to sleep
immediately.

   ###

   Sleeping late the next morning, Guy let out a yawn and said, "What do
you want to do today, my sweet slave?"

   "I don't know, Sir.  Are we staying a few days?  What is there to do?"

   "Well, Thursday nights is when the swingers club allows new members to
attend.  Now that we've attended once, we're considered existing members,
so we can go again on Saturday night which is for members only."

   "Oh?  We're going back?"

   "Yeah.  We're going back again tomorrow night.  But today, we're just
going to play tourist in Cleveland."

   Guy reached into their suitcase and removed a sheer black fishnet top
and a short black miniskirt.  "Here, Fuschia.  Put these on."

   "Okay," she said.  "Uh, panties?"

   "Nope!  No panties."

   "Yes sir," she said and put the clothes, such as they were, on.

   After getting dressed and heading down to the lobby, Guy bought a copy
of _The Plain Dealer_ from a newsbox and looked over the City Section.

   The two then walked out onto Euclid Avenue and boarded the next RTA bus
to come along.

   On Friday afternoon, the bus was fairly empty.  Guy noticed some people
gawk at Fuschia, struggling to keep her legs pressed together while she sat
on the narrow plastic seat.

   A short ride brought them eastbound down Euclid and onto Wade Oval
Drive. Passing by several prominent museums that ringed University Circle.
Taking his slave by the hand, Guy led Fuschia off the bus and into the
glass-lined entryway to Museum of Art.

   Guy snickered at Fuschia walking in we steps with her legs pressed
together, for the skirt was so short that a hint of muff hair was clearly
visible in the front.

   It was a short wait in line to purchase tickets, and soon they were
exploring the museum.  Passersby seemed to be studying Fuschia as
diligently as they were the artwork on display.

   An hour later, they pair left the art museum and walked across Wade Park
to the Museum of Natural History, Fuschia shuffling the whole way.

   Again, they explored the museum for a while.  While "oohing" and
"aahing" a skeleton of a gigantic Tyrannosaurus, Guy said, "Hungry
Fuschia?"

   "Yes sir.  Can we eat soon?"

   They wound their way to the small cafe adjacent to the main entrance. 
Guy took a seat and handed Fuschia some money.  "Get what you want.  I'll
have a burger and fries and a coke."

   "Yes sir," said Fuschia and headed up to the counter.

   Fuschia returned a few minutes later with their food.

   Sitting down at the table, Fuschia waited for Guy to begin eating before
taking a sip of her tea.  "I got this cup of tea, but it doesn't taste like
tea back home."

   "Ah!  If we were someplace a little more private, I'd give you something
tasty to drink."

   "I know, sir," she said with a grin.

   Guy leaned over and gave Fuschia a quick kiss.  "Shall we go back to our
hotel, sweet slave?"

   "Yes, sir!  Lets!"

   A short walk down Wade Oval Drive and back onto Euclid Avenue brought
them to a RTA bus stop.  A short wait brought a bus back toward downtown
Cleveland.

   As the bus headed back, Guy, sitting next to her, reached down and slid
his fingers between her legs.  "Ah!  Wet and randy as usual, sweet
Fuschia."

   "Of course, sir," she said.  "I'm so embarrassed being in public dressed
like this, but I..."

   Guy pulled Fuschia onto his lap as the bus swayed along.  The few people
on the bus hardly paid much attention, with only the occasional furtive
glance.

   Master and slave had thoroughly swapped a bit of spit by the time the
bus stopped in front of their hotel.

   Dashing across Euclid Avenue, hand in hand and mouth to mouth, they made
their way up to their room.

   In a matter of moments, they had shed their clothes and Guy was upon
Fuschia.

   Though it was hardly necessary, he slowly sucked his way down her body.
Each of her nipples got a good sucking on before he moved down to her
navel, then her crotch.  She was already quite wet, and Guy succeeded in
drinking in all her juices of the day.

   "Oh Master!" she cried.  "Make me come!  Please!"

   Without answering, Guy drew her clit deep into his mouth and commenced
sucking.  She began responding immediately, bucking and trashing about as
he played her clit.

   Panting heavily as she was, Guy then crawled up on her and rested upon
her body.  She smiled sweetly at him as he gave her a kiss, then promptly
wrapped his hands around her throat and squeezed.

   Her momentary panic turned into a sly grin as he slid his hungry member
into her well-prepared pussy.

   Her grin soon turned back into panic as his effort at released continued
for a minute or so.

   His up desires released themselves while Fuschia's panic started to
overtake her and she began to buck and thrash beneath his weight.

   As expected, her exertions only amplified his pleasure while he thrusted
powerfully into her, filling her body with his seed.

   Letting out a gasp when he finally released his steel grip from around
her neck, the two lovers, Master and slave, settled down to a more sedate
lovemaking, snuggling and kissing the rest of the evening away.

   * TO BE CONTINUED *