Author: SM

Title: Buxom Mother and Daughter

Part: 8

Universe: SM, Buxom Mother and Daughter

Summary: Big-boobed mother and daughter move in across the breezeway from Greg, who goes over to offer to help.  To his surprise, they want his help in many intimate ways, and so the fun begins.

Keywords: MF+, FF, light m-dom/slave, anal, f-dom/slave

Language: English

 

Buxom Mother and Daughter Part 8

(MF+, FF, light m-dom/slave, anal, f-dom/slave)

By SM

This is a work of fiction for adult entertainment.  Copyright: This story is the sole property of the author (SM) and is freely available here to adults over the age of 18 for private personal use only. Reposting of this material without the express written consent of the author is strictly prohibited.

You know the drill, if you’re too young, or it’s illegal where you live, and all that, then don’t read it.  How hard can it be to understand that? 

Ok, if it’s hard, then just skip this story anyway, just to be on the safe side.

On the other hand, if you want to, you can leave a message at the beep.  BEEEP 

And if you tried to leave a message, don’t read this story, either. 

 

 

The next day started with a phone call from Michelle, asking for a half-day off work from her new job doing paperwork for Greg.  Greg told her that was fine.  In fact, he told her she could have the whole day since he wasn’t moving very fast either.  He didn’t bother to ask how she was doing since her voice was bright and cheery, so he assumed all was going well between her and Steve.  Then she put Steve on to discuss how to get his car back, since they’d sent them in a cab.  Greg told him he would be glad to send a cab whenever he wanted to bring Michelle back and come get his car.  Steve said he had taken the day off, too, “so how about 1:00pm for the cab?”  Of course, that was fine, too.

They arrived in the cab sometime about 1:30ish, and came inside.  Michelle was smiling, although she looked tired, but seemed to be happy enough to not be concerned about it.  Steve looked roughly the same, just a bit preoccupied, like he was trying to figure something out.  Michelle had changed to a summer dress, which was almost see-thru, but you had to be looking at it with the light behind her to notice that she wasn’t wearing anything under it—and she was still wearing her collar.  She and her sister went back into the bedroom, talking animatedly.

Greg answered the door, so he invited Steve to come in for a bit, and hollered for Candi to attend.  He noticed that Candi had decided to wear her French maid outfit, which was rather revealing—very short, but she was wearing matching panties, and her boobs bounced with every step. She bowed on her knees quickly and said, “Yes, Master?”  If they hadn’t already seen her boobs, they could now.

“After you greet Steve, take his order for what he wants to drink, and bring me a decaf coffee for now.”

She turned to Steve, saying, “Hello, Mr. Steve, Sir!  Welcome to our humble house!  I trust you are doing well today, Sir?”  That last ended in a questioning tone.

Steve chuckled at her enthusiasm, although he didn’t know if he should be looking directly at her boobs, so he seemed just a bit uncomfortable finding a place to direct his eyes.  However, he responded very courteously, obviously trying to be on the same wavelength for Candi.

“I am doing very well, my dear Candi, thank you for asking.”

“Would you like something to drink, Sir?”

“Coffee with cream will be fine, thank you.”

“I’ll bring it right out, Sir.”  She turned and bowed again to Greg.  “Master.”  Then she went to the kitchen.

“That brings up something I need to have a long conversation with you about, Greg,” Steve said.

“Oh?  What’s that?”

“I think I need to know a LOT more about this Master/slave thing.”

“Oh, that.  Yes, that might be good.  Not to pry, and I don’t need to know any details, but I take it that things went well with Michelle last night?”

“Oh, yes—very well!  Except that I got lost several times about the Master/slave issues that came up.  Ironically, it’s not that it’s not interesting to me—even extremely arousing.  I just don’t think I understand it very well.  Or, maybe I should say I don’t understand that part of her very well.  When I asked about that, she said she couldn’t explain it because she said she didn’t really understand it herself, so she suggested I talk with you, since you seem to understand it very well.”

“Hrmmmm . . . well, I don’t know that I’d go that far.  I suppose I’d agree that I understand a lot of it—enough to make it work in a long-term relationship with Cheryl.  I’ve known her as a slave for almost 10 years.  It might help to remember that I learn all the time, too.  Also, each of them is a little bit different from the others, too . . . their unique personality, you know.  But, there are some major similarities which I can talk over with you.”

Candi appeared carrying a tray with her tongue in the corner of her mouth, concentrating on not spilling the coffee or cream.  She set it down on one of the end tables, and let out a quiet sigh of relief.  Then she picked up Steve’s cup and saucer and the little creamer cup and served Steve.  When she went back to pick up Greg’s decaf, he said, “Maybe a bit of an example would help you understand.”

He waited until Candi was approaching him with his coffee.  “Wait, slave-Candi.  Stand there for a minute.”

She looked a bit startled, but stopped, holding the coffee on its saucer.

“You see, Steve, the slaves I know struggle most of all with feeling out of control and responsible for everything almost all the time—don’t you, slave-Candi?”

She looked a bit surprised at him.  “Yes, Master.  I don’t think I thought about it before really, but I feel like that all the time—except when you are in control.  That’s a relief.  Then I can relax, and it’s fun! . . . but, the rest of the time, I worry that I’ve screwed something up or I’m going to screw something up or that nobody wants me because I’m doing everything wrong.”

“But when I’m in control, you can focus like you can’t otherwise, right?”

“Yes, Master.”

“So then, Steve, they can let themselves experience things . . . like enjoying kinky sex.  For example, I hypnotized Candi so she’ll cum on my command, which is something she really enjoys.”

“Really?”

“Yes. . . . let me show you.  I’ve never done this with her before while she’s holding coffee, but . . . Candi?  I’m going to command you to have an orgasm, and you’ll hold the coffee cup without spilling it, won’t you?  Tell me when you’re ready.”

She looked wide-eyed, and then she looked determinedly at the coffee cup and saucer.  “Yes, Master,” and took a deep breath.  “Ok, Master.  I’m ready.”

“Cum for me.”

She immediately squealed with sexual tones in her voice, and her legs clamped together, but while the coffee cup shook a bit, she didn’t spill any.  Then she laughed.  “Master, you’d better take this before I do spill it . . . please?”

He laughed.  “Ok, here,” reaching out his hand.  She carefully gave it to him, and then wrung out both of her hands, both of which were obviously shaking.

“But, I DIDN’T spill it, Master!  YAY!”

“No, you didn’t.  You did very well.  Come here for your kiss,” putting the cup down on the end table.  She hopped on his lap and he kissed her.  She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed happily.

“Master?”

“Yes?”

“Can I do something special for you?  At least I think it’s special.”

“What’s that?”

“Uhm,” she looked at Steve and blushed.  “You know you also hypnotized me to start making milk, Master?”

“Yes?”

“Well, this morning, my boobs feel almost like they’re full.  I was hoping I could give you some milk in your coffee.”

“You sure can . . . but, maybe you should give Steve some first, since he ordered cream and he’s our guest.  Why don’t you ask him?”

She blushed, and looked at Steve.  “Would you like some of my milk, Mr. Steve, Sir?”

He laughed, looking rather aroused at the idea.  “Of course, I’d love that!” and reached out his coffee cup towards her.

“Uhm . . . hold it for me, please, Sir.”

“Sure.” 

She got down on her knees and pushed her top down, which was easy since her boobs were almost out anyway.  She grabbed her right tit and started to aim it at his coffee cup.  He moved his cup out toward her, under her nipple, and she started to squeeze.

At first nothing happened, so she got another grip, starting closer to the base, sliding out toward her nipple.  “This is a little different than when someone is sucking.”  A couple of droplets of milk appeared on her nipple.  She groaned and got another grab, squeezing even harder. 

Suddenly, two small streams of milk burst through her nipple, one into the cup and the other hit Steve’s face.  He laughed, and she said, “OH! I’m sorry, Sir!” blushing.

“That’s ok, babe, don’t worry.“  He took his finger and wiped some of it off of his cheek and licked it off. “Mmmmmm mmmmm good!” and he smiled at her.

“Did I give you enough in your coffee?”

“Maybe a bit more.  I’m getting pretty impressed by this hypnosis thing, though.  Made you lactate?  And you’ve never been pregnant?”

She covered her nipple so her milk wouldn’t spray him, and squirted some more into his coffee.  “No, Sir.  Well, Alice has been sucking on my boobs every morning, and she says I’ve been making more milk every day, but she’s been with Cheryl all morning, so I haven’t seen her.  I was beginning to feel all swollen with milk, which is kinda’ weird but a neat feeling.”

“I can’t imagine.  But, I have to admit, it’s very sexy.”

“Do you have any more of that milk, slave-candi?  I’d like some in my coffee.”

“Yes, Master.  Like I said, Alice hasn’t nursed me today, so I’ve been full until now.”  She moved over and added her milk to Greg’s cup.  He took a sip.

“Mmmmmm . . . it does taste good.”

“Thank you, Master.  Do you need anything else?  Or, can I sit at your feet, Master?”

“Steve?  Need anything?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Ok, come here, slave-candi.”  She smiled, scooted over and sat down between his legs, pulling her top back up so her boobs weren’t as much out in view—at least her nipples were covered.  Greg’s cock twitched at the sight of her nipples dripping with milk.  She leaned against the inside of Greg’s legs, and sighed happily.

“In fact, most women can lactate if they get enough suction on their breasts each day for a long enough period of time—but that takes a lot of effort.  All I did with the hypnosis was start her body going in that direction, so when Alice started sucking on her every day, she started lactating much faster—it only took a few days this way.  But, we were discussing the nature of slaves, before our milk maid rescued us from plain coffee, as I recall,” Greg said.

“Yes.  I think I’m starting to get some of it.  I generally understand your point about slaves feeling out of control.”

“They get bitchy and angry and very hard to get along with, so after they get spanked or punished, or humiliated, they relax and are fine again.  Until the next time, that is.”

“What causes that?  Getting bitchy and angry and all that, I mean.  I always thought it was their hormones.”

“Well, yes, their hormones can cause that, too, but it’s a lot more extreme for a slave.  Most of the time, I’ve noticed it’s from getting too much ‘good stuff’.  They feel like they have to pay for it, so if they don’t get punished, then they expect the worst.  If it goes too long, they make the worst happen.”

Steve looked thoughtful.  “Humiliation, too?  Not just spanking?”

“Yeah, my theory is that comes from when they try to hide their shame, which they all do.  That is, they all try to hide their shame, even though it makes them feel worse. I don’t know why.  So, when I give them a humiliation assignment, then it somehow balances them—brings it out in the open, so then they can accept love and warmth.”

Steve looked thoughtful.  “So, what do you do to give them humiliation?”

“Candi?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You’ve been starting to feel like you’re getting too much good stuff, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master.  I feel like . . . guilty . . . and I don’t deserve you being good to me, and stuff like that.”

“So, you need some punishment, and some humiliation, right?”

“Yes, Master.  I was going to ask you for a spanking later . . . after Mr. Steve was done.”

“Well, there are other choices.  Go put your buttplug in, and bring out that large blue vibe, your nipple chain and your string whip.  Wear only those black panties you’ve been wearing and your 5 inch heels when you return.  And crawl back here.  I want to see your nipples drag on the carpet and get rubbed sore, like a bitch dog nursing pups.”

“Yes, Master.  Uhm, Master?”

“Yes, pet?”

“You are aware that I still have those . . . uhm words written on me from last night?  I used permanent marker.”

“Yes, pet.  That’s why I told you to be almost naked.  I wanted them to be exposed.  And don’t worry; the ones on your ass will come into view when I make you take off your panties.  Come to think of it, bring us that permanent marker and Steve can add to them if he wants.”  She got up, and looked at Steve, obviously a bit embarrassed, but extremely aroused, and she went to her room and returned as he’d told her.

Her boobs almost reached the carpet, so she had to crawl bending down in order to scrape her nipples.  She crawled up to them, handed Steve the permanent marker, and licked Greg’s shoes.  Then, she went fully face down, although on her knees, and her boobs squished against the floor bulging out on either side.

“What are you, my slave.”

“I’m a fucktoy, a painslut, your property, a slave, and you can do anything to me, and I’ll do anything for you.”

Greg looked at Steve.  “When they say ‘anything’ like that, it’s because they trust that I’m not going to ask them to do something really bad, like go kill somebody or something.  They will do anything I ask because I don’t ask them to be truly damaging.  Before they were owned, they couldn’t give themselves to anyone, because of their frustration.  When they are free to give, they give all of themselves.”

Steve looked thoughtful.  “I see.  That’s powerful.”

“Well, yes it is.  It’s not the kind of power that most people in society think of when they say ‘power.’  It’s probably a lot more power, actually.  When they give themselves to me, though, I certainly give more to them, too, even without thinking about it.”

He went on.  “All the slaves that I have owned were in impossible situations when they were young, so they had to find a way to cope with that—being abused, forced, and so on.  So, they took it on as the way it works, and they feel that way, even if they try to argue themselves out of it logically.  I don’t know if that fits every slave, but it fits the ones I have owned.”

“Get up on your knees, slave-Candi, so I can put your nipple chain on.”  She moved up within his reach.  She was already excited, so they were hard and pointy, making it was easy for him to clamp her nipples.  She took in a sharp breath each time he let the spring-loaded clamps close on them.

“Now, take off your panties and get back on your hands and knees which your ass towards me, legs spread.”

“Yes, Master,” handing him her panties and exposing her pussy and butt-plugged ass to him.

He slid the panties into her pussy, rubbing them back and forth until they were soaked.

“Now, take these and put them on your head, over your face.”  She did.

“Now, take your vibe and turn it on low, and fuck yourself with it.  And do the assignment you’ve been doing for me with each stroke.  10 strokes, count them, and confess loudly who you are.  And remember, you cannot cum until I say so.”

She turned it on and reached back and rubbed her pussy with it, then started thrusting in and out.  It was a very sexy sight, watching her on her knees wearing sexy heels, face down, her boobs leaking a drop or two of milk, pumping her cunt with the large blue vibrator.

“I’M A COCK-SUCKER!, one.”

          “I’M A SEX-SLAVE!, two.”

“I’M A FUCK-TOY!, three.”

“I’M A CUNT!, four.”

“I’M A NASTY SLUT!, five.” 

“I’M A CUMDUMP!, six.”

“I’M A SEX-TOY!, seven.”

“I’M A CUNT-SUCKER!, eight.”

“I’M A PAIN-SLUT!, nine.”

“I’M A CHEAP WHORE!, ten.” 

When she finished, she was breathing very hard and her entire body was writhing with arousal.

“Master, may I cum now, please?”

“You may not cum until Steve touches you.  You may turn over and lay on your back with your legs spread wide, and take the vibe out.”

“Yes, Master,” and she squealed as she pulled the vibe out, breathing very quickly, obviously having to work hard to keep from cumming.

Then to Steve, he said with a twinkle in his eye, “So, what do you think about this weather we’ve been having?”

Steve laughed, catching on, and stretched his arms back.  “It’s starting to cool off.  I love the fall here in San Antonio, wonderful weather.”  Candi looked at him with pleading eyes, whimpering and breathing rapidly and closing her hands tightly to hold off from cumming.

“She’ll have a mega-cum when you just touch her with one finger,” Greg said.

“Well, there’s one way to find out,” and he reached out very slowly, his hand creeping toward Candi’s boobs.  He almost touched her and then pulled back to another squeal from Candi.  He laughed and touched her with one finger.

Her orgasm almost lifted the roof off, and they were sure it actually did feel like that for her personally.  Her convulsive spasms lifted her entirely off of the carpeted floor at least once, and they went on and on. 

“Yup.  It works,” Greg said blandly. 

Steve watched in amazement and then laughed.  “Ain’t that the truth.”

Finally, she just lay there, breathing hard, with small ‘aftershocks’ coming every 10 seconds or 15 seconds until they gradually faded away.

“Wow!  I’m exhausted!” Candi said.  “Thank you Master, and Mr. Steve, Sir.  That was out of this world.”

“All I did was touch you with one finger.”

“Yah’but, that was the most important part,” she said.  “It was the period at the end of a sentence, the final ‘coup de grâce’.”

“I didn’t know you knew any French,” Steve said.

“I may be a total cumslut, but I’m not dumb,” she said, smiling at him.

“No, obviously you are not dumb.  A bit of a poet, too, are you?”

“I like to think of myself as a ‘mood activist’,” Candi said.

“Oh, I see,” Steve chuckled, obviously enjoying her quick repartee.

“Actually, I’ve found that the smarter the slave is, the better slave they are, because the mind is—“

“—the greatest sex organ,” Candi finished, smiling broadly at her Master.

He laughed.  “Yes.”

 

When Melissa and Michelle came out from the back, they had progressed to the whipping, so Steve was practicing on Candi’s ass while she was on her hands and knees in front of him facing to the side.  She squealed sometimes, and Greg talked with Steve about the string whip being pretty good to use at times because it made their skin sting without making any bruises.  

“Sometimes they want to be marked, so bruises are good; and sometimes not so much.  The art of this is getting in sync with them about it, which takes time getting to know them.”

“Speaking of getting to know me, I’m jealous!” Michelle said to Steve as he swung the whip down across Candi’s ass again, but she was grinning, so she wasn’t all that serious.  Steve grinned back.

“I’m just getting warmed up for you, baby.”

“Ooooooo . . . that sounds good!  When can we start?” Steve put the string whip down and waved her onto his lap, so she sat down and hugged and kissed him.  Melissa sat between Greg’s legs, turned sideways and leaned onto his lap.  Candi sort of collapsed on the floor when he put the whip down, with her face down even though her ass was still sticking up in the air, her pussy dripping quite visible to them.

“Well, I think I’m pretty much tuned up,” she said, her voice muffled by the carpet.  “Except that I’m horny enough to fuck for hours!”

“Mmmmm mmmm . . . that’s tempting,” Steve said, and Michelle on his lap looked up at him with a shocked expression.  He wiggled his eyebrows smiling mischievously, and she realized he was teasing and wacked him on the shoulder.

“Look out, guy.  Now she’s hitting on you!” Greg said mildly, and Melissa wacked his leg.

 

“I better get going,” Steve said after about 30 minutes of conversation.

“Nooooo! . . .” Michelle whined softly, and hugged him like she wasn’t going to let him go.

“I’ve got to be in court tomorrow, so I need to review my material for the case.”  She just hugged him tighter.

He reached up and tapped her on the shoulder.  “Baby.  I’d like nothing better than to stay here, but I really need to get some work done.  Court testimony isn’t anything to play around with.”

“Can I go back to your house with you, then?” she pleaded.

“I think I need some time to adjust to this, sugar.  I want you, but all this has gone very fast, so why don’t we give it a day or so to settle in.  How ‘bout we go out Thursday night—if I’m done with this trial by then.”

“<whine> . . . o-kay,” she said lamely.  “But, if you change your mind, I can come over any time.”

 “Although, her boss might fire her if she runs off unexpectedly,” Greg said blandly.

“He will NOT!” Melissa said, and wacked his leg.

“Ow!” he said, but he couldn’t keep a straight face and started to laugh.  “Ok, he won’t fire her then, so she can run off whenever she wants to.”

“But, you said you’d whip me, that you were just warming up,” Michelle said looking at Steve.

He looked at her a bit exasperated.  “Yeah, I did say that, didn’t I?”  She nodded.  “Well, ok, then I’d better give you a whipping.”

Candi had long since moved out of the space in front of him on the floor, and she was sitting across the room, still wearing her nipple chain and buttplug.  Greg realized her nipple chain had been on quite some time, so he told her to come to him, and he took it off.  She winced when he released the spring loaded clamps on each of her nipples, and had to bend over making a high-pitched sound for awhile until the pain eased.

“While they are doing that, Master . . . will you please fuck me in the ass?  I’ve been wanting that for a long time,” Candi asked Greg.

“Now, there’s a question you don’t get asked every day. . . . ok, Candi, let’s give these fine people some time alone.  Melissa, you can come with me too, and help Candi.”  So, he took the other two into Melissa’s bedroom and closed the door.

The sounds of a whipping, along with the associated squeals could be heard somewhat muffled through the door, which made Greg’s cock get hard . . . or harder, since it was on the way to hard while he was walking to the bedroom anticipating fucking Candi in the ass.  After all, he’s been lusting about her ass during the slave demonstration earlier when she’d been on her knees showing it vividly to him.  Melissa got some lube and a wet wash cloth, and Greg laid down on the bed on his back, and Candi climbed on top of him, leaning back facing toward his feet.  Melissa started telling her what to do, and put plenty of lube on Greg’s cock.  Candi’s ass was already wet due to the dripping of her horny pussy, so she didn’t bother with that.  Candi got in position above Greg, and Melissa held his cock up straight, aiming at her ass hole, and she started down slowly.

Candi had been stretching her ass with a large vibrator during the previous days, so she was actually pretty ready for him.  Melissa reached between her daughter’s legs and started rubbing her pussy around and on her clit to help her, knowing that it would be easier when she was nearing climax.  She squealed when he got to the tightest constriction, but she slowly kept going down until he moved through the ring of her ass.  Melissa told her to wait a moment until she got used to him while she rubbed her clit, and so she did, but then began to move slowly up and down.

“Oh, my Gawd, this is soooo good,” she said in a very breathy voice.  “Master, may I cum?”

“Yes, pet, cum for me.”  And she did . . . but not just once.  When she got rolling, she really got rolling and there was no doubt that she was having multiple orgasms.  Finally, she couldn’t hold herself up and keep going, but Greg caught her as she fell back against him, and turned to the side and laid her next to him.  He slowly began pulling his cock out of her ass, and she started to cum again, so it became pretty easy to time his movement to match her orgiastic spasms and pull all the way out, although she whined like she’d lost something valuable when he did. 

Melissa carefully wiped his cock off with the wet washcloth that she had prepared in advance and then rolled him back onto his back and slid him inside her cunt, since he was still hard and hadn’t cum yet.  He played with her tits and began to slap them back and forth, which made her arch back and cum, so he in turn spewed his cream into her womb.

They all lay there feeling spent, and soon they noticed it was quiet outside.  Greg told Melissa to go take a peek and she carefully opened the door and looked around the corner.  Steve and Michelle were kissing passionately in the doorway, while Steve’s hand was on the knob.  He gently pushed Michelle back, and said, “I gotta’ go, baby. I’ll talk with you tomorrow, but remember that while I’m in court, I won’t be able to talk.”  She nodded, and she reluctantly let him slip out of her hands and out the door.

Melissa came back in and told Greg and Candi, who was snuggled up to him, what she’d seen and to give her sister a few moments before they went out.  When they went out, Greg slipped into the bathroom, rinsed off in the shower, and dressed again before he went on out to the living room area.  All three of them were hugging together in a very tight fit on the wide armchair, Melissa and Candi on either side of Michelle, who was crying quietly.

He came on in, and sat down in his favorite spot.

“He seems to be a good man.”

“Yes.  I think he is, too,” Michelle said looking at him, grateful for his affirmation.  “I really didn’t think I’d ever let myself love any guy.”

“Too late now,” Greg said, smiling at her warmly.

“Yeah . . .  guess so, huh?” she said looking at him through the tears in her eyes.  “What if it doesn’t work out?  What if he doesn’t love me?”

“Well, I’m not God, so I don’t know.  But, what I do know is that he’s worried about the same thing, and that you two are doing fine so far, so I wouldn’t worry too much about that until you get to something you need to work out.”

“Well, he works an awful lot.  Maybe he doesn’t have time to be marr--- . . . uhm . . . with me.”  None of the others said anything about it, but they all knew she almost said “married.” 

“Maybe he never had a reason not to work before, nothing to come home to,” Greg said.  “Or, rather, nobody to come home to.”

“What will Alice do?  I mean, I don’t know if he would want her to be with us.”

“Alice is old enough to start a life of her own.  And, judging from the fact that we haven’t heard from them all day, I’d say she’s hitting it off pretty well with Cheryl, so it’s not like someone isn’t going to take care of her.”

“But, if she doesn’t live with me, where will she live?  She hasn’t worked, and she doesn’t have a job.”

“Well, one thing for sure, we’re going to need a bigger place to live, so I was just about to discuss with my Master/manager about buying a place that’s big enough for everyone to come and stay, have parties, and do fun stuff.  Alice can stay with us until she decides to go where she wants to go,” Melissa told her.  “But we can talk about it when the time comes.”

“Yay!” Candi said, although she remembered to turn her head away, so she didn’t yell in Michelle’s ear.

“Well, to tell you the truth, I really want to just move in with him and take care of his house and cook for him, and everything—to be his slave.  I could still come over and work for you during the day,” she said, looking at Greg.

“Well, that doesn’t matter to me either way.  If you don’t want to, you don’t have to work as far as I’m concerned.  For that matter, I can train Alice to do it, even If we have to send her to school to learn some new skills if she doesn’t have them—or Melissa can teach her.  We were just giving you the job because you didn’t know what to do with your time and you were used to working.  In fact, you may be a lot like Steve, because you didn’t have a lover to come home to.  I know you had Alice, but that’s not like what’s happening between you and Steve.  Besides, you hadn’t really accepted your slave identity then, either, and that plays a part in it, too,” Greg told her.

 “Well, all I know is that I can’t think of anything else . . . everything I do, I’m thinking what Steve will think about it, or I want to tell him about it, or ask him to help me with it or I just think about his . . . well, warmth, his kisses  . . . and . . .” she blushed and her voice trailed off, but everyone knew what she meant.

“Like I said, it’s a great start between you two, so we’ll just have to see where it goes.  But, for now, I need to take care of some things and check on Cheryl and Alice,” Greg said.

Just then, Cheryl and Alice walked in arm and arm, giggling.  Obviously, they were having a great time with each other.  They looked at the rest of them, and stopped.

“What’s wrong, Mom?  Why are you crying?” Alice asked.

“Well, nothing really.  I just had a wonderful time with Steve and he had to go home is all.”

‘You’re in LOVE!  I KNEW it, I knew it, I knew it!  YAY!” and Alice started dancing around in a circle with Cheryl, her elbow crooked in Cheryl’s.  Cheryl missed the first couple of steps, not understanding, but jumped in after that, laughing.  “Now I can start doing real life things!”

“I guess that answers one of your questions,” Melissa said to Michelle, who just nodded, looking rather surprised at her daughter’s response.

 

Thursday rolled around and Steve came to pick Michelle up after almost as much frantic activity to get her ready as the first time Steve came for dinner.  After the flurry of clothes colors and styles, Greg was rather relieved when they had left, and he told the others they were all going out, too—to go dancing and then to a blues bar.  So, they scurried around some more and chattered about what to wear and finally they all got in the van and left.

At the dance bar, Greg sat next to Melissa and Cheryl, with Alice next to Cheryl, and Candi next to her mom.  They had a few drinks and some hot wings, which were too hot for Cheryl and Alice, but Melissa and Candi loved them.  Luckily, they had ordered some fries to go with them, and Cheryl and Alice munched on those.  Greg had instructed Melissa to wear a mini-dress with no bra or panties, so he got to play with her pussy under the table a lot.  She was very turned on by that, and begged him to let her cum several times, but he only let her cum once. 

Candi got asked to dance and was so pleased she almost scared the guy by jumping up and almost running to the dance floor.  She wasn’t the best dancer, but she made up the difference in enthusiasm.  After that dance, he politely brought her back to the table and then went back with his friends, and didn’t ask her again.  Candi was disappointed after awhile when he didn’t come back.  But sometime later, another guy came up and asked her to dance, and she went at it again.  By the end of the night, she’d danced three times, and all three of her partners were polite, but didn’t repeat, much to her dismay.

Cheryl was playing with Alice under the table, too, made her go to the restroom and take her panties off—she wasn’t wearing a bra either.  Greg noticed that either Cheryl had given her permission to cum a lot or she wasn’t able to control it, because she came numerous times, although quietly.  He finally asked Cheryl about it, and she said it was a bet that she (Cheryl) was winning because she’d bet her she could make her cum 15 times before the outing was over.  She was already up to 10 and they hadn’t even gotten to the blues bar.  Alice didn’t seem to be very unhappy about that, or that none of the guys had asked her to dance.  She seemed to be getting quite enough attention from Cheryl not to worry about any other things.

The moved to the blues bar about 11:30 or so, and enjoyed some very fine music for several hours until the bar closed at 2am.  Melissa was going nuts by then wanting so badly to cum, and eventually promised Greg that she’d double his salary, buy him a cabin in the mountains where he could go fishing—and that she would fish in the nude with him—as well as a new fly fishing pole and gear, 10 blowjobs and 7 massages during the coming week, a new car of his choosing, that she’d act in a porn movie (although she insisted that he would have to be the only guy in it), and a trip to a nude beach on the Riviera--if he’d only let her cum because she was getting so desperate. 

He finally let her cum, and then told her that he wasn’t sure which ones of those he’d really cash in on, but it was good to know that he could.  Maybe a new car would be nice.  She wacked his arm, but laughed and hugged and kissed him.

Cheryl won her bet, so she proceeded to introduce Alice to some very interesting drinks, and got her totally blitzed to the point that they had to hold her up to get her out to the cab, where she passed out completely.

All in all it was a fun night, although Alice had a hangover for almost all the next day, which irritated Candi because she couldn’t do anything in her own bedroom without disturbing her.  She then, in turn, started to be a pest to everyone else, but she did it in such a funny manner that they just had to laugh.

When they got back home, Steve and Michelle were snuggled up on the couch asleep, looking very lovey dovey and happy.  They woke them after Greg carried Alice to the mattress that was set up for her in Candi’s room.  They had enjoyed a nice candlelit dinner at an Italian restaurant that boasted live violin music, very romantic, and then had actually gone for a walk in the park, holding hands and kissing.  Then they had returned, to find the house empty, although Melissa had left them a note telling them where the rest of them were going, and waited around some and they snuggled up on the couch, and the next thing they remembered was waking up.

“But, she’s talked me into letting her come home and stay for a couple days to see how it goes.  She wants to cook for me and clean and all that, and threatened to spoil me unmercifully.  So far, I can’t see anything wrong with that, although I really tried,” Steve said, somewhat tongue-in-cheek.

“Heheh . . . yeah, she drives a hard bargain,” Greg said, grinning.  “So, do you need help carrying your stuff out, Michelle?”

“No, actually . . . we kinda’ already loaded up,” Michelle said, smiling.

“Kinda’? . . . the trunk is full and so is the back seat.  That’s more than kinda’,” Steve said to her. “I hope I have enough closet space.”

“You have tons of empty space in the walk-in-closet off of the master bedroom!  It’s almost completely empty, and you never use it!” Michelle exclaimed.

“I have a walk-in-closet?  When did this happen?” and she wacked him, since she realized then that he’d been teasing all along.

 Greg laughed.  “Ok, then.  What say we plan on having you two over for something cooked on the grill next weekend, say on Saturday the 23rd?”

“That’s two weeks away!  He only agreed to a couple days.”

“Well, yes.  I’m sure you’ll work that out.  You’ll be talking with your sister every day or so anyway, so I’m just planning ahead.” 

Steve laughed and said loudly, “I’m a goner!  You’re all ganging up on me!”

“Yup.  We are just tired of hearing her mope around and whine about missing you all the time,” Greg said, and Melissa wacked him.

 

 

 

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