Chapter 30
Sunday - Day 30
I awoke on Sunday to the familiar feel of Becky giving me a blow job. I opened my eyes and looked to the left to see Jamie sleeping beside me, the covers kicked off and her gloriously nude body displayed for my pleasure. A glance towards the bottom of the bed showed Chrissy's head peeking over the foot of the bed. All was right in the world.
Isn't it funny how in such a short time the amazing becomes the usual? If you had told me thirty one days ago that I would wake up expecting a fabulous blowjob from a sexy redhead while a nude brunette lay beside me and a completely subservient blonde watched, I would have said you were crazy. Now it was what I expected. However, while I expected it, I still treasured it.
I glanced down and Becky and said, "Today is thirty days. Would you have been willing to offer yourself to me today?"
Becky extracted my cock from her mouth and looked at me like I was crazy. "Of course, sir! If it were not for the fact that I thought it would be unfair to Jamie, I would offer myself this instant!"
"I know that, tiger," I said. "I just like to hear it. I am still afraid that I will wake up and it will all have been a dream!"
"A wet dream, I assume," she replied as she ran her tongue down the underside of my dick. "Maybe a year or two of using us as you see fit will convince you it is real!"
I laughed as she started sucking on me for real. I concentrated on the feeling and was shortly ejecting a large amount of semen directly into Becky's mouth. When I was finished cumming, Becky moved down to Chrissy. She pulled her hair so that Chrissy's mouth was facing up, then positioning her mouth about six inches over Chrissy's, she dripped some of my cum into her slave's mouth. It was very sexy to see.
Becky then crawled up the bed until her head was over Jamie's. She stuck her cum-covered tongue out and licked at Jamie's lips. When Jamie opened her mouth slightly in response, she dripped more cum into Jamie's mouth. Jamie wrapped her arms around Becky's neck and pulled her into a tongue swapping kiss. When all the cum was gone, Jamie said, "Mmmmm, what a lovely way to wake up. I swear, since I have been living with you I look forward to waking up! It's always such a pleasant change from an alarm clock."
Becky moved over to snuggle next to Jamie and gestured to Chrissy. She pointed at my cock and Chrissy crawled between my legs to clean my cock. When she was done, she rested her head on my thigh and ran her finger lightly over my balls; not playing with me, just passing time.
"So what is on the agenda today?" I asked.
"Breakfast, then party preparation," Becky answered. "By the way, sir, since this party is really for our friends, I've asked Chrissy to be our serving girl for the afternoon."
"Will she be wearing a maid's outfit?" I asked.
"Yes, sir, but not the one that I have," Becky assured me. "We got a regular maid outfit, although it is a little slutty. But of course, my little Chrissy doesn't mind being a complete slut for her mistress, does she?"
"Of course not, Mistress," Chrissy responded.
"But what will we do if her slutty clothes turn on some of our guests?" I asked.
"Well, I guess that I will have to have Chrissy relieve them," Becky said. "She's very good with her mouth you know."
"I know very well," I said, looking fondly down at the woman who was breathing on my cock. "But won't that give people the idea that all she is for is a convenient orifice for them to relieve themselves."
"It isn't far from the truth," Becky said with a grin, and I could feel Chrissy's breath getting faster.
"Maybe we can give out door prizes," I suggested. "A few lucky men get a patented Slave Chrissy Deep Throat. It will certainly make our parties popular."
"Ooooo, I like the idea," Becky said. "Chrissy, if anyone hands you a slip that says 'Door Prize Winner' on it, you are to take them into an empty room and offer them your mouth. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," Chrissy replied in a whisper.
"And will you obey?" Becky asked.
"Of course, Mistress," Chrissy replied.
"And is the thought of servicing strange men at my instruction turning you on?" Becky asked.
"Oh yes, Mistress!" Chrissy responded.
"Then climb on my face and let me taste you," Becky said, rolling onto her back. Chrissy quickly scooted around the bed to Becky and straddled her head. Becky pulled her pussy down to lick it as Chrissy leaned forward against the wall. Jamie rolled over onto Becky, spread Chrissy's ass and stuck her tongue up Chrissy's asshole. Between the dual assault and the thought of what might come later in the day, Chrissy took only seconds to begin cumming. Becky and Jamie took Chrissy through two orgasms before allowing her to fall to the bed.
"Mmmmm," I sighed contentedly, "Just another normal morning in our home."
I allowed the girls to relax in bed for a while longer as I went downstairs to prepare breakfast. I found Cindy in the kitchen drinking her coffee. She was wearing an extra long tee shirt that covered her to her thighs. It looked like she was not wearing a bra, though I could not tell if she had panties on.
"Ah, another coffee drinking barbarian," I said.
"I don't understand how you can start your morning without it!" Cindy said, shuddering.
"It's all a matter of willpower," I smirked.
"Oh, yes, you have a lot of willpower," she said sarcastically. "I can see that you resist the temptations around you constantly. Last night and this morning you were clearly resisting."
"But my temptations are good for me!" I said, smiling. "Plus, they would be soooo disappointed if I resisted."
"You know, my mother was worried that you might be corrupting me if I stayed," she said. "It looked to me like you were working on corrupting my sister further, not me."
"So you were watching last night?" I asked.
Cindy blushed and said, "Your door was open and Jamie was calling me. What did you expect?"
I just smiled at her as I got myself a glass of juice.
"Why was she pretending that you were me?" she asked.
"Because I told her to," I replied.
"Why did you do that?" she asked.
"Because it is something that she would never do herself. You are her sister, completely forbidden," I explained. "The thought that I might make her do anything with you got her extremely hot, as you might have noticed."
"Would you make her do that?" she asked nervously.
I smiled at her again and said, "It was just a fantasy."
"That doesn't answer my question," she said.
"It's all the answer that you are going to get right now," I replied. "Would you take some coffee upstairs for the others while I make breakfast? Tell them I'll bring it up and they can have breakfast in bed. You can join us as well."
"OK," she said, and she took the pot and some cups up with her. I made a whole heap of scrambled eggs and bacon and put the whole mess on a tray with plates and utensils and carried it upstairs.
I walked in and the girls were still lazily lying in bed. The room smelled of cum and pussy and Chrissy had clearly still not recovered from the treatment that she had received. Cindy was sitting on the bed leaning against some pillows, sipping her coffee. Her legs were crossed in front of her, and my question about underwear was answered; she was not wearing any.
"Food!" Becky exclaimed and scrambled over to help me lay everything out. I dished some out for everyone, and Chrissy finally roused herself enough to partake. We enjoyed the meal together, Cindy apparently unbothered by the others' nudity. We discussed the plans for today, and when we finished eating, everyone went to clean up and prepare for the day while I took the remains of breakfast away. Cindy went to the bathroom with the others; I wondered how she would react to their morning ablutions.
For the rest of the morning we all cleaned and straightened for the party. The food arrived just after noon, and by about two the guests started arriving. Chrissy, dressed in a maid outfit that might raise an eyebrow or two, but not cause a riot, was circulating amongst the guests handing out hors d'oeuvres. For once Becky and Jamie were not matching; Becky was in a fairly short skirt and a low cut shirt while Jamie was in a sundress. They took pains to demonstrate before the party that neither was wearing underwear.
We all mingled among the guests. Each of us had a contingent that the other did not know. There were about eight of my co-workers with guests, and only one knew Becky. Becky had six of her co-workers, but I only knew one besides Rachel and Joan. And Jamie had only four co-workers, none of whom Becky or I knew. In addition there were our joint friends, some friends of mine and Becky, and finally there were some friends of Jamie that neither Becky nor I knew.
We had a nice night mingling with old friends and making new ones. The other interesting mix at the party were those that knew the dynamic of our household, and those that did not; those that did looked a little surprised at the normality of the party, and seemed to be waiting for something to happen.
Shortly after they arrived I managed to talk to Bob and Lisa. After initial pleasantries Lisa said, "After some of the stories that I've heard I expected to see Becky and Jamie serving food on their naked backs. This seems like a regular party."
"That's because this is a regular party," I explained. "There are a lot of people that we don't know very well, and we don't feel that they need to know how we live. If this were a private party with just close friends, we would be acting differently. I don't know about serving food on naked backs, but I'll keep it in mind for the future."
"It wasn't meant as a suggestion!" Lisa exclaimed.
"Look, you've spoken with Jill and with Becky, right?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied.
"Then try not to be too judgmental," I said. "You know that everything is consensual and above board, but I also know that if you haven't experienced it first hand, you can't know what it is really like. We'll have you over for dinner one night and put you more at ease, but until then, relax and have a good time."
"You're right," Lisa said, and Bob nodded in agreement. "So how have you been?" she asked. I smiled evilly and she smacked my arm and said, "I guess that was a stupid question. How are things when you are dressed?"
"Well, I'm dressed most of the time, but I understand your question," I said. We chatted for a while about what else was going on in our lives.
Before I left them I filled them in on the plans for next Saturday. "Do you think that you could come?" I asked.
They looked at each other, and this time Bob answered. "I am not sure that we are comfortable enough to do that, but we'll let you know."
"OK," I said. "We'd really like you to come, and I'm sure the girls will really work on you. If you want to talk to us more in a less crowded environment, we have Thursday night open; maybe we could go out for drinks or something? Just let us know."
I got a refill on my drink and looked for others to talk to. All of my co-workers complimented me on the apartment. On the tours that we provided, we said that the master bedroom was mine, and we showed them each of the girls' private rooms. A couple of them noticed that we had extra bedrooms available and asked if we were looking for more roommates. I was near Becky when one of her more attractive co-workers asked her that question. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow, but I just shook my head with a smile. Rachel and her husband were standing near them at the time, and Rachel snorted when she heard the question.
I went over to Rachel and she introduced me to her husband as Becky's boyfriend. He seemed like quite a happy camper, and Rachel was all over him the whole night. At one point I got Rachel alone and asked, "Are you wearing panties?" She nodded. "Why don't you take them off, and show your husband the maid's quarters on the third floor? We won't be doing a tour for at least another half hour, and maybe you could play the upstairs maid?" She seemed initially shocked, but then got a wicked smile on her face and ran off to find her husband. I saw them later, and his expression was even happier. When I got Rachel alone again, I told her that she would have to tell me what happened on Monday. She told me that in the meantime I could keep the panties that she left in the maid's room, right in the middle of the bed where anyone could see them.
Jill was there, of course, and at one point I was with her, Mark and Joan (friend Joan, not co-worker Joan). I handed Mark a piece of paper and told him, "For being such a big help when we moved, you get one of the door prizes. Give this paper to Chrissy when you see her, and she'll get you the prize."
"Thanks," he said, and wandered off looking for Chrissy.
Jill said, "We helped too. Why don't we get a door prize?"
"I'd offer you one," I told her, "but I don't think that you'd accept, and I wouldn't want to put Chrissy through all that trouble for nothing."
"How do you know we won't accept until you ask us?" Joan said, but Jill had a wary look in her eye.
"I'd be happy to give you a prize if you just agree that you will accept it," I said, smiling.
"I don't think that would be a very good idea," Jill told Joan. "I've gotten to know him a little better, and he has a wicked sense of humor. You could end up in a situation you might not want to be in."
"Or you might end up in a situation that you would want to be in," I countered.
"I think maybe we should wait a bit and think about it," Jill said.
"If you say so," Joan replied.
A little later I ran across Peg, our old neighbor. "How are you?" I asked.
"Good," she replied. "I'm getting a little more sleep at night."
"Really?" I asked, densely.
"Well, for a few weeks it had been a bit noisy at night, and it suddenly got a lot quieter," she explained.
Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I guess we didn't think how thin the walls were."
"That's OK," she said with a genial laugh." I was quite curious about what was going on in there, and my imagination gave me plenty to keep me occupied. To tell you the truth, I kind of miss it."
"Well, if you end up missing it too much, talk to Becky," I told her, leering good naturedly. "I'm sure she could lend you the room next to ours, though we are less restrained here, and without locked doors between us, you never know what will happen." It was her turn to blush.
Later Becky came up to me and asked, "What did you say to Peg?"
"Why?" I asked.
"She said that I should be careful because you were inviting women into our house," she said. I laughed and related our conversation. She got an evil look on her face and went off looking for Peg.
Nelly and Ronnie made an interesting couple. Despite what I had told them, or perhaps because of it, they decided on an interesting mode of dress. Nelly was in black leather pants and a leather vest. Ronnie was wearing a low cut white sundress, accessorized with a big black collar and big black cuffs. They were making it very clear what their relationship was.
"Whose idea was the clothes?" I asked them.
"Mine," Nelly said. "My little pet has been shy about advertising our new relationship, so I thought this would be a safe place to push her. Knowing that the others would be dressed normally made it even better; see how prettily she blushes?"
"Has Becky seen you yet?" I asked.
"Yes, and she seemed quite amused," Nelly replied.
"Well don't forget, if you feel like Becky is slacking off at the gym, you have my permission to use your hand on her bare bottom to encourage her," I said evilly. I didn't want Becky to get too uppity around her pet project, and I thought that this would definitely put her in her place.
Joan came up to me again, with Jill trailing. "What would have happened if we accepted?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" I inquired.
"We just talked to Mark and we found out what his door prize was," Joan said. "If I had accepted the door prize, what would have happened?"
"Chrissy would have taken you into a room and serviced you orally," I said.
Jill snorted, "'Serviced you orally!' Why can't you just say what you mean?"
"Fine," I replied. "Chrissy would have taken you to a private room. She would have pushed you onto a bed and pushed your skirt up. Then she would have removed your panties. You would be arguing and complaining, and it would make no difference. When your panties were gone, she would spread your legs and start licking all around your pussy. She would bury her tongue in you, manipulating your clit with her nose. Then she probably would have gotten her fingers involved as well, and kept at you until you came. If she felt that you came too easily, she probably wouldn't have stopped after the first time. And when she was done, she would not have returned your panties. Is that more in line with what you wanted to hear?"
Jill gulped and said, "I thought you'd just say that she would go down on me."
"I still have a door prize tag available," I said, waving a piece of paper at her.
Joan backed away a little, but Jill looked tempted. "Jill!" Joan screeched.
"No thank you," Jill finally said.
"Well you deserve it, so anytime you change your mind, let me know," I told her.
"Interesting party," Cindy said, coming up to me towards the end.
"How so?" I asked.
"I can tell which people know about you and which don't," she said.
"How can you tell?" I asked.
"It's not obvious, but there is a subtly different way that they treat all of you, you in particular," she said. "They seem a little more nervous around you, almost afraid of what you will do. Which is funny, because if they knew what was really going on, they would be more nervous around Becky than around you."
"You picked up on that already?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah," she said. "Remember though, I grew up around her."
"That's funny, because Jamie and I were discussing that, and we both felt that Becky had changed in a significant way", I said. "We didn't think she had this in her before, and we didn't understand where she got this aspect of her personality from. Do you see something different than we do?"
"I do," she said. "Perhaps you don't see it because the two of you were too close to her. She is actually quite manipulative, so she could be adventurous, but make it look as if it were someone else's idea. I think now that you are not putting up with as much of the subtle manipulation that she is so good at, she has been freed to be more obvious. And since she seems to be on a mission to please you, watch out world!"
"Thanks, Cindy," I said. "For someone as young as you are, you are quite perceptive. I appreciate the insight, and I owe you for it."
"Don't worry," she said with a grin. "One day the bill will come due." Then she flounced away for another drink.
I met up with Jamie and Chrissy in the kitchen. "How many door prizes have you redeemed?" I asked Chrissy.
"Three, sir," she replied.
"Who were they?" I asked.
"Mike and Mark for the moving day, and Joan from Mistress' work," she responded. I guess Becky felt Joan deserved a reward, especially considering that she was to be punished tomorrow.
"How do you feel about providing the door prizes?" I asked her.
"Very good, sir!" she replied in a dreamy voice. "Mistress said that she was very proud of me!"
"I am as well," I said.
Jamie said, "I gave Mike his, and I assume that Becky gave Joan hers. Did you give one to Mark?"
"Yup, and I tried getting Jill and Joan to take one, but no dice," I told her.
She laughed and said, "I wish I had been there for that conversation!"
"I think that I almost had Jill," I told her.
"That girl is getting sucked in," Jamie said, teasingly. "If you are not careful, you are going to end up with a larger harem."
"I don't think so, and neither do you," I said. "She is just playing around."
"Maybe," Jamie said, "but it would not surprise me if she came back for more."
"Well, I wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers," I replied.
"No, but you might spank her," Jamie laughed.
"True," I said, and wandered back to the party.
Towards the end of the party I saw Joan, from Becky's office standing alone, and I saw Mark standing near her. I remembered what Chrissy said about Joan not having anyone to go home to after their Tuesday night outings, and I thought I'd take a page out of Becky's matchmaking book and see if I could get sparks flying. I corralled them together and made the introductions. I started them talking and they seemed to be hitting it off. To throw a little match onto the fire, as I walked away I said, "Maybe the two of you can compare notes on your door prizes."
As the party started winding down I noticed Becky across the room talking to the attractive co-worker who had asked about sharing the apartment. I saw her slip her a piece of paper and then the woman wandered off. I went up to Becky and asked, "What did you just give her?"
"A door prize," Becky said.
"You never introduced me to her," I said. "Do you know her well enough to give Chrissy to her like that?"
"I don't know her that well, but she seems very nice," Becky replied. "I just thought that it would be something fun to talk with her about tomorrow. Plus, I told Chrissy to make sure that the performance was videotaped. I thought that it would be interesting entertainment for you. Who knows where it could lead one day?"
"I appreciate your efforts as a procurer for me," I told her, "but you need to make sure that you are being careful. I want you to remember who is in charge. I do not want random people trooping through here. I won't tell you how to use your slave, as long as you are being careful. But if you step over the line, I will come down on you, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Becky said, clearly nervous. "I guess I didn't think it through too well. I'm sorry, sir."
"Next time that you are interested in someone, you treat them like you would any perspective lover," I told her. "You get to know them first, and when you are comfortable with them, then you make your move."
"Yes sir," she said.
The party was pretty much over. We started cleaning up, and I was in the kitchen cleaning when Chrissy came in without her uniform. I looked at her in surprise and she said, "Mistress told me that it was time to get back to normal."
I wandered out and I saw Jamie and Becky cleaning up, also naked. Helping them were Cindy, Jill, the two Joans, Mark and Mike. Bob and Lisa came in from the study a minute later. Lisa was shaking her head. "I don't think I am going to get used to seeing them like this," she said.
"Is everyone else gone?" I asked Becky.
"Yes, sir," she said. We all pitched in to finish cleaning. When we were all done I invited everyone into the study for a last round. There was a fire going in the fireplace, and we all sat around chatting. Becky and Jamie told everyone the story of confronting their mothers, and how hard it was to do. Everyone commiserated and shared stories of how hard it was to tell their parents something embarrassing.
As we sat there, I looked around; three naked women, four clothed men and four clothed women, and nobody seemed too upset or embarrassed. To me, this was one of the most positive signs that things might work out.
During a lull in the conversation, I asked Lisa, "So, do you think that you would be willing to come over to our house for dinner sometimes, knowing that this is how the girls will be dressed?"
"Well, I guess I would," she said. "That surprises me, because I probably would have said no this afternoon, but most of the time I don't feel too uncomfortable around them. Every now and then I'll look over and think to myself, 'Oh my god! They're naked!' But mostly I'm OK. What about you, Bob?"
"Um, I guess it's OK," he said. "I have to say that it's very disconcerting. These are friends we've had for a long time, and I never expected to see them without clothes, but I can live with it."
"Live with it!" Mike snorted. "You're a guy, you can admit it. They turn you on!"
"Do we turn you on?" Jamie asked Mike.
"Definitely," he said, "but so do Lisa and Joan and so do the other women here. So do most women. That doesn't mean that I can't have a normal conversation with you, or with them."
"You're a pig," Lisa said.
"No, I'm a man, though that's close," Mike said, unoffended.
Everyone laughed. Eventually the non-residents got ready to go. They all agreed to come to the ceremony next week.
The rest of us started upstairs. I pulled Becky aside when I had the chance, so that I could arrange for some special activities for tomorrow. She agreed to help me out. We followed the others upstairs and found Cindy sitting on our bed talking to Jamie. When we came in she hugged Jamie and got up to go. On her way out she spontaneously hugged Becky as well.
"What was that for?" Becky asked.
"Just for being so nice to me," she said, and she left the room.
I pulled my clothes off and collapsed on the bed. Jamie laid her head on my thigh and Becky put her head on my chest. Chrissy cuddled at Becky's feet. "How do you feel the party went?" I asked.
"It went well," Jamie said. "It was so nice having all those people over. But the whole time I was thinking, 'What if he had made me host this party with no clothes?'"
"And that upset you?" I asked, concerned.
"On the contrary, sir," she said, starting to play gently with my cock. "I kept getting wetter and wetter. I don't really think I want you to make me do that, but sir, the thought that you might make me... I had to wipe my pussy at least three times tonight!"
"How about you, Chrissy?" I asked. "How do you feel about what happened tonight?"
"Even better than Jamie," she said. "I love the way Mistress used me, both as a serving girl as well as a door prize. Thank you, Mistress."
"And you, Becky?" I asked.
"I enjoyed myself, especially the last part, after almost everyone had left. It was nice being with our friends and having them accept us."
"I agree," I said, and I felt Jamie nodding.
We continued talking for a few more minutes, but we were all tired and we soon fell asleep.