Chapter 32
Tuesday - Day 32
On Tuesday morning I awoke to the sound of Becky groaning as she got out of bed. I watched her limp to the bathroom, her ass, thighs and back still displaying the welts from yesterday. I got out of bed and followed her. I walked into the bathroom and saw Becky squatting over the toilet. If it wasn't clear that she was very uncomfortable I would have been turned on by the sight of her piss streaming into the bowl.
"Is it that bad?" I asked.
Becky looked up, startled, and said, "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to wake you yet."
"That's OK," I said. "Are you in that much pain?"
"I'm not really in pain, I'm just a little sore," Becky told me. She smiled and said, "But it's a good sore, Master. Every time I move and it hurts, I think about how I got it."
"Nevertheless, I'm going to make you a bath so that you can soak for a little bit," I said. I filled the tub with water while Becky brushed her teeth. I helped her get into the tub, and she stretched out and floated in the water. It was nice having a really big bathtub.
I brushed my teeth, and then went to piss. "What are you doing, sir?" Becky asked.
"I'm peeing, Becky. You've seen me do that before," I said with a smile.
"Maybe, but you are doing it wrong," she said. "I'm your slave, and you should be peeing on me." She closed her eyes and just floated on the water, clearly expecting me to pee on her.
"I'm trying to get you clean," I said. "Piss in the water won't help."
"Fine!" she said, exasperated. "Come here, sir." She sat up and reached over to me. I went over to her, and she looked up and said, "Pee down my throat, sir. Then you won't mess up my bath."
She wrapped her lips around my cock, and the sight of her waiting for my piss was too much for me to resist. I released my stream and started pissing into her mouth. I had to go a lot, and I wasn't trying to take it easy on her. She tried keeping up, but though she swallowed a lot, quite a bit dripped from her mouth as well. Before I was done she pulled me out of her mouth and pointed my cock at her body. "I was spilling in the water anyway, sir, I might as well enjoy the feel."
I finished quickly, and she shook my dick to get the last drops. She licked the head of my cock and said, "You need to use me like that more often, sir. You should use me in every way that you can."
I climbed into the water and sat behind her. I reached for the shampoo and poured some on her head. I started rubbing it in and she moaned, "Mmmmm, sir. That feels so good."
"Well you make me feel very good, so it is only fair," I said. I scrubbed her hair and scalp for a while, and then helped her rinse it off. I then soaped my hands up and gently ran my hands along her body.
"Maybe you should stay home and recuperate today," I told her after she winced when I ran my hand over her back.
"No, sir," she responded. "I'm going to go to work and I'm going to sit in my chair, and I'm going to feel it all day. Every time I move I am going to think about how much you love me."
"I don't think I will ever understand you," I said, "but I do love you."
"I know that, sir. I love you, too!" She turned around and pressed her body onto mine as she kissed me. "I haven't gotten to give you your morning blow job sir. Maybe you could give me something to have with me all day?"
I smiled at her and turned her around so that she was leaning over the edge of the tub. I leaned over behind her and ran my tongue up her pussy slit. The water had washed away the lubrication on the outside of her pussy, but her insides were quite moist, and she was soon slippery all over. I kneeled behind her and slowly inserted my cock. I went most of the way in, but reversed myself before my body hit her ass.
"Sir, you can fuck me all the way. I'll enjoy feeling you on my ass," Becky told me.
"Perhaps," I replied, "but I am still in charge here, and this is how I am going to fuck you."
"Yes, sir," she said meekly. She moved her hips from side to side as I slowly moved in and out of her. I reached in front of her and gently ran the tips of my fingers over the tips of her nipples. She moaned and pushed back against me. I started moving faster, and I could no longer keep from hitting her ass as we both approached climax. We were shoving against each other as I came, and as I was squirting into her, I felt her orgasmic contractions begin around my cock.
I pulled out and fell back into the water. Becky stood up, then leaned over and kissed me. She stepped out of the tub and dried herself off, however she only patted down her pussy. She saw me looking at this and said, "I don't want to wipe away any of your cum. I want to feel it dripping out of me all day!"
I smiled at her and stood up myself. I stepped out and Becky was there with a clean towel for me. She patted my whole body dry, popping my cock into her mouth to clean it off before she dried it. We went back into the bedroom and she woke up Chrissy to help her get ready for the rest of her day. I picked out my clothes and headed to work a little early, energized to start my day.
I got home from work, curious as to who would be joining me later. I went into the kitchen and saw a note. I picked it up and read it.
To our Master,
You will find today's guest upstairs in the bedroom. Her being your entertainment for tonight was against our better judgment, however she really wanted it, and we both owed her a favor. If you want to skip doing anything with her, let us know and we will make it up to you. Otherwise, have a fantastic time.
Your loving and obedient slaves,
Jamie and Becky
Curiouser and curiouser. I wasn't sure who was up there, but they certainly had piqued my interest. I walked upstairs and into the bedroom. On the floor at the foot of the bed was a woman with cuffs around her wrists and ankles and a collar around her neck. Her wrists were clipped behind her back and her knees were spread open, revealing her shaved pussy.
"Cindy, how long have you been bound like that waiting for me?" I asked.
"A couple of hours," she said.
"Aren't you uncomfortable?" I asked.
"Yes, but in a good way," she responded.
I squatted down in front of her and examined her for a moment. "Why are you doing this?" I inquired.
"A few reasons," she explained. "When Jamie was explaining to me why she wanted to be your slave, I told her that I couldn't believe that she wanted to be a slave, and she said I shouldn't knock it till I tried it. Then I watched you rape her, and it gave her so much pleasure. Finally, I've been watching and listening to you with your three slaves for a few days, and it has made me even more curious. So I decided that I wanted to know what it was like to be your slave.
"Don't worry about this being a permanent thing; I am not looking for that at all. I'm only here for another week, and I don't want to move in with you. I am going to go to college and get my own boyfriend. But for one night, I want to see what it would be like to be a slave."
"The girls indicated that they didn't really approve of this, but that they felt that they owed you," I said.
"They were hard to convince," she said. "I think they felt that I was too young, and they did not want to 'corrupt' me, especially given that they are trying to convince my mother to accept your relationship. But they also felt that they owed me for helping with both my mother and Becky's, so I guilted them into agreeing. If you recall, you said that you owed me too."
"You really are quite conniving for someone as young as you are," I said.
"Thank you," she said. "Besides, I'd think that you would be delighted at the chance to jump a teenage high school student."
"Are you trying to make me feel old?" I asked.
"No, I'm sorry," she said.
"I notice that you have a sweet bald pussy," I told her. "But yesterday when you flashed me, you had hair. What happened?"
"All your slaves are shaved," she explained. "I thought that is how you'd want me."
"So you shaved yourself?" I asked.
She dropped her eyes from mine and said, "No, Jamie shaved me."
"How did you get her to do that?" I asked.
"She said if she was sending me into the lion's den, she should be the one that beards me," Cindy said, looking at me with a sly smile. "I don't think the analogy exactly follows, but she meant that if she was going to give me to you, she would make sure that I was properly prepared for you. She loves you, you know, and she wants to make you happy."
"Did she prepare you in any other way?" I asked.
Cindy blushed and nodded her head. "She gave me an enema and lubed my ass. She said that if I wanted to be a slave, I had to be ready to take it up the ass. I think she was trying to scare me, but it only excited me more."
"Did you tease her while she prepared you for me?" I asked.
"Maybe a little," she acknowledged.
"I wonder if I should give you to her as a present," I mused. "Oh, well, first tell me what you expect this night to be like."
"I want you to treat me like you would Becky, Jamie or Chrissy," she said.
"That covers a lot," I said. "You saw what I did to your sister, and you saw the results of what I did to Becky. Is that what you want? And you haven't really seen how I treat Chrissy, but I use her a lot harder than I do Jamie and Becky. Are you giving me carte blanche to do what I want to you?"
"Um, maybe not," she said. "I don't think I deserve to be beaten that way."
"But you admitted to teasing my slave," I said. "Certainly that is worthy of punishment." She definitely looked less sure of what she had gotten herself into.
I let her stew on that for a moment before I said, "I'll tell you what. I think I know what you are looking for. I'll treat you as I like, but I'll let you pick a safe-word. The word should be something that you normally would not say. If you use the word, then I stop what I am doing immediately and the night is over for us. If you don't use the safe-word, then I do what I want, regardless of what else you are saying. Do you agree?"
"Yes," she said after thinking about it.
"So what is your safe-word?" I asked.
"Pizza," she replied.
"Good," I told her, and I went behind her and unclipped her hands. "Go make us dinner."
"What?" she asked in a surprised tone.
"You want to be my slave, you do the things that my slaves do," I told her. "They take care of me, and right now, I am hungry. So go make us dinner, and I'll be down in a few minutes." She left the room slowly; things were not going the way that she expected.
I got cleaned up from work and about ten minutes later I was downstairs with her in the kitchen. I looked her over, and I had to agree with what she had said earlier. Despite the fact that both Becky and Jamie were working out, and the fact that Chrissy was not that much older than Cindy, there really is nothing as sexy as a tight eighteen year old body, and Cindy had a tight body. Cindy was a brunette like her sister, though her hair color was a little lighter. Her breasts were probably around a 36C, as near to perfect as you can get, and they had absolutely no sag yet. Her ass was tight and high and firm; she had a perfect body, and she knew it.
Cindy finished preparing some pasta, and she brought it to the table. We sat down, and I said, "Before I take on a new slave, I like to know about her. Tell me about yourself."
"What do you want to know?" she asked.
"Tell me what you think I should know about you," I said.
"My name is Cindy," she started, "and I am about to graduate from high school. I'm 18 years old, and I have one older sister whose sole desire in life lately seems to be to become your slave. I live at home with my parents, but I plan to move away to college in the fall.
"I had my first boyfriend when I was 13, gave my first hand job at 14, followed quickly by my first blowjob. I lost my virginity on my 15th birthday. I've had 5 boyfriends, I've slept with about 18 guys and I've blown about 30 guys, though those two groups overlap. I've gone down on two girls, and four have gone down on me, but I like boys better. I've had three ways with both two guys and with another girl, and I've blown 6 guys at one time.
"I like sex. I've never had a cock up my ass, and I can't even imagine having one as big as yours, but you can have me that way if you want. I am a cock-tease, though I usually follow through. I guess I could be considered a slut. Is that what you wanted to know?"
"Is that all you think that I should know about you?" I asked. "You've defined yourself as a daughter and a sister and a slut. Is there anything else that you want me to know about you? Is that all you think of yourself?"
"No, I guess that's not all," she said. "I am pretty athletic; I swim and I am a cheerleader. I am also close to the top of my class. I like drama, and I've done plays, but I don't dream of going to Hollywood to be an actor. I have a lot of friends, and I try not to be too cliquish; I have friends from all sorts of groups. Is that the kind of things that you are looking for?"
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" I asked.
"How should I know?" she replied. "I barely know what I want to be when I'm 19. I'm just hoping that something at school catches my fancy."
"Tell me about the first time you gave a hand job," I said, shifting gears.
"I guess it was your typical young teenage experience; I jerked him off in the back of a theatre," she told me. "It's a bitch when you don't have a car. My first blowjob was in the park."
"How old were you before someone went down on you, and who went down on you first, a guy or a girl?" I asked.
"I was 16, and it was a girl," she responded. "After that I convinced my boyfriend to go down on me. The girl did it better."
"How did you convince him?" I asked.
"I told him if he wanted me to do him, he would have to do me first," she explained.
"A girl who knows what she wants and knows how to get it," I said.
"Well, we do have some leverage," she told me. "Most guys will do anything for sex."
"And what kinds of things have you traded sex for?" I asked.
"Um, I don't really trade sex for things," she said.
"OK, let's use a more palatable expression," I said. "What things have guys given to you or done for you because they thought that they might get lucky?"
"I guess dinner, movies, concerts, jewelry," she said. "The kinds of stuff most guys give their girlfriends."
"From what you said, you did a lot more guys than just your boyfriends," I said. "What kinds of things did you get from them?"
"I got help in some classes and on papers, I got rides places, once I got a soda," she said.
"A soda?" I asked. "That's a tad cheap, don't you think? Why do you trade sex for things so easily?"
"What do you want me to say?" Cindy asked, getting upset. "That I'm a cheap whore? That I have some deep, dark trauma that makes me have no self worth? Well that's not how I see it. I just like sex, and this is a convenient way to get it!"
I sat back and smiled. "And you say you don't understand why your sister wants to be my slave?" I asked.
"Huh?" she grunted.
I sat forward and looked at her intently. "You say that you like sex, but you feel like you need to get something for it. You need to feel obligated to 'provide' sex. Why is that? Do you feel guilty about wanting sex? Do you feel ashamed? By getting something in return, even something as small as a soda, you are fitting in with societal norms. Like you said, most women trade sexual favors for movies and concerts and dinners. It's expected. You said that you were at the top of the class. Did you really need to trade sex for help in class? I believe that you were doing it all because you like sex, you want sex, and that made it OK.
"Now look at your sister. She likes sex too. So how does she get to do all the things that she secretly desires and still not feel guilty? What slavery gives her is freedom from guilt. Like she told your mother, if I tell her to do something, she need not be concerned whether it is right or wrong, all she needs to know is that I want her to do it.
"For instance, let's say she wants to go down on her little sister. Society tells her this is wrong, so despite her desire, her longing, her hunger for her little sister, she would never act on it. However, if I were to deliver her little sister to her all tied up and tell her to eat poor Cindy through ten orgasms, of course she would do it, because her Master told her to. And how can she feel guilty about it? It's not her fault; her Master made her do it. Do you see how it works?"
"Yes," she said, breathing quite a bit more heavily than normal.
I leaned back in my chair and told her, "I actually think that you will be different. You are still young, but I suspect that you are quite a bit stronger and more confident than Jamie. I think that eventually you will be able to work out your feelings, and you will be able to take what you need without feeling the guilt and shame. That, however, will come later. For tonight, you are my slave, so clean off the table and get me dessert!"
Cindy got up to clean the table, and I could tell that she was thinking about what I said. When the table was cleared off, she asked me, "What would you like for dessert?"
"That is 'What would you like for dessert, sir, '" I corrected her.
"What would you like for dessert, sir?" she asked.
"You'll do," I said, and I pulled her onto the table in front of me. I put her feet up on my knees and moved my face between her legs. I figured I had already given her enough foreplay, so I sank my tongue deeply into her cunt. She was certainly wet enough. Interestingly, she tasted like Jamie. This was my first experience with sisters, and I guess genetics play as much a role in pussy taste as it does in everything else. And given how much I relished tasting Jamie, I knew that this was a dessert that I would enjoy as well.
I pulled her ass off the table so that I could hold it tightly while I worked on her pussy. She moved her legs up to my shoulders and I luxuriated in her taste and scent. I've said it before and I'll say it again; there is very little in this world that I like better than eating a juicy pussy. I savored her flavor as I kept licking, alternating between burrowing deeply and gently swiping her pussy lips. Cindy must have liked it as much as I did, because in no time she was cumming. When she came, she demonstrated that she and Jamie were similar in another way: they were both squirters. If anything, Cindy released more fluids than Jamie, but it did nothing to quench my thirst for her.
I let her calm down and then I helped her off the table and into the bedroom. I removed my clothes while she stood there, and I went to sit on the edge of the bed. "You bragged about how many people you blew; show me how good you got with practice," I instructed her.
She strutted confidently over to me and slowly sank to her knees, running her hands along my body as she did. She looked up at me with a sultry expression on her face and slowly started making love to my cock with her mouth. I had to give the girl credit. With the exception of Chrissy, she gave the best head I have ever received. She moved slowly up and down with just the right amount of pressure. Her hands were involved perfectly, lightly tickling my balls sometimes while stroking my cock at others. I was sorely tempted to shoot right into her mouth, but I had other plans for my cum.
"Are you on the Pill?" I asked.
"God, yes!" she exclaimed after she extracted my cock from her mouth. "As horny as I get, I'd let a guy do me whether he had protection or not. I'd have been knocked up a long time ago!"
"Don't want to get knocked up?" I asked.
"No way!" she screeched. Finally, a girl who didn't get all weak at the thought of being pregnant. Maybe it was an age thing.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her up for a kiss. I rolled over so that she was pinned under me and I started making out with her. As I kissed her, I realized there was probably a connection between good kissing and good blowjobs, because she was also one of the best kissers I'd ever experienced. While kissing her, my hands were not idle either; I moved them up and down her nubile body, paying special attention to her breasts. What I wanted to know was where the hell girls like this were when I was in high school?
Cindy was just eighteen and already towards the top of my list in everything sexually related. Admittedly, my list was not that long, but it had been getting longer lately. I guess if I had come across her in high school, I would have been a nervous wreck and she would have either ignored me or overwhelmed me. Oh well. There is something to be said for experience. It's true that youth is wasted on the young.
I broke my kiss and said, "You are an extremely sexy woman."
"Sexier than my sister?" she asked slyly.
"I won't play that comparison game," I told her. "I love your sister, and I find her very sexy. Be satisfied that I find you sexy, too. Believe me; you do not want to compete with your sister. She can be very competitive when she puts her mind to it."
"Maybe I do want to compete with her," she said, smiling. "I bet she could teach me a lot, and it would be fun."
"If you want the experience, just ask her to educate you," I told her. "I'll bet she'd do it, and if she won't, let me know and I'll insist."
"I just might take you up on that," she said, gasping as I touched a particularly sensitive spot.
"I think you have a lot of experience yourself," I told her. I rolled us over so that she was on top. "Now I want you to ride me. I want to see your whole sexy body moving on top of me." She got that sultry smile on her face again and sat up on my body. She lifted herself on her knees and crouched above my cock. She held it in her hand and slowly lowered herself until the head of my cock was just inside of her pussy. Then she moved her hands onto my chest and slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered herself onto my cock. It took almost a full minute for her to engulf my whole dick with her pussy. Despite her experience, she was as tight as any teenager.
Once she had me completely buried she started moving more quickly, but only slightly so; it took about ten seconds for each stroke. She was good, and I could tell by the expression on her face that she knew it; she had a look of sultry superiority. She made me feel very good, and if she had come to me just to sleep with me, I would have lain back and enjoyed it. But she had come to me as a slave, and her superiority was not fitting.
She had risen so that I was just slightly in her when I grabbed her and in one quick move I slammed her down onto my cock and flipped her so that she was on the bottom. I pulled out so that I was just slightly in her and asked, "You like teasing, don't you?" This time I pushed very slowly into her, teasing her in the same way that she had teased me. "Do you enjoy it as much when the shoe is on the other foot?" I asked.
"Ohhhhh, yeeeees," she moaned as I slowly moved in and out. "You can tease me all you want, just keep making me feel so good!" I obliged, slowing down even further. I pulled out so that the tip was barely in her. She was thrusting up into me, begging, "Please fuck me!" I slowly pushed into her, reaching up to run my fingers lightly up and over her nipples as I moved forward, then back down across her nipples as I pulled out. She was panting and getting very close as I pushed in and then pulled all the way out.
"No!" she cried when she realized I wasn't going to continue. She moved her hands between her legs, but I pulled them away. "I need to cum!" she begged.
"You told me that you were a tease, but that you also deliver," I said.
"I will!" she said. "I will do anything you want!"
"What I want," I said, "is for you to realize that if you are going to be a slave, you do not tease. You do whatever you can to make me feel good, and you tell me what you want me to do so that I can make you feel good. And if you are a very good girl, I might even do what you request.
"But what you do NOT do is tease me!" I said, running my finger lightly along her slit, so that she gasped. "When you go back to your high school boys, you can tease them all you want. When you go out with the frat boys, you can tease them all you want. But when you are with me, you do not tease, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir, I understand!" she said. "I'll try not to tease, but I'm not sure if I can!"
"Well, you should try hard," I said, "because I am going to redden your ass each time you tease me. And if I think that you are not trying to avoid teasing me, I will use the crop."
"I understand, sir," she said.
"We'll see," I said, pushing my cock shallowly into her. I began by pumping quickly, but not deeply, making little jabs with only the first third of my dick. However, each time the head of my cock passed in and out of the highly sensitive area around the opening of her pussy, she gasped and jerked.
"Please, sir, please fuck me hard!" she begged.
"I thought you liked teasing," I said. "I thought that you wanted me to tease you some more."
"Oh, I changed my mind," she moaned. "I want to be fucked hard. I want to cum!"
"When the guys you are with change their minds, do you give in?" I ask.
"Sometimes," she said.
"But not always?" I asked.
"Not always, but I've been good," she said. "I'll do whatever you want. I just want to cum."
"Whatever I want covers a lot of things," I said, shoving my dick all the way up her before pulling out and resuming my shallow strokes. "Just ask your sister."
"I don't care. I don't want to ask her. I want to cum!" she cried.
I pulled out, flipped her over and clipped her hands behind her. She started moaning in anticipation, but instead of resuming my fuck I retrieved a vibrator and inserted it into her. I set the toy on low, flipped her back over. "You need to realize that there are consequences to your actions. You teased me, so I will tease you."
I got up and walked out of the room, and she cried, "Noooo!" I had set the vibrator high enough to get her attention, but not high enough to bring her off. I went downstairs for a drink of water. About fifteen minutes later I went back upstairs. Cindy was writhing on the bed, her body sweaty and her hair sticking to her face.
"Oh, thank god you're back," she cried. "This is driving me insane! Please help me."
"Do you think that you will remember not to tease me in the future?" I asked.
"Yes, I'll remember, I promise!" she yelled. "I'll do anything you want, anytime, just make me cum, please let me cum!" I flipped her back over and pulled her ass into the air. I removed the protruding vibrator and put the extremely wet and sticky object on the bed near Cindy's head. I put my cock at her slit and slowly pushed in, then stopped just inside. "More!" she cried. I pushed all the way in her in one quick stroke, then pulled out and did it again. She was cumming on the third stroke, screaming and yelling unintelligible syllables.
I ran my hands over her ass, and when I brushed a finger over her asshole she gasped and squeezed very tightly around my cock. Everything leading up to this became too much, and my cock started spitting into her cunt. She felt it, and it took her even higher. I held my cock buried in her until my cock was completely drained, then I removed it and fell to the bed beside her. She turned to me, kissed me and said, "I won't tease you again."
I unclipped her hands and took her to the bathroom. I ran a shower and pulled her in. I washed her body and her hair. After I rinsed her hair, I conditioned it, giving her a scalp massage in the process. "Mmmmm, I see why the others like being with you. You treat me so well," she said.
"You didn't think so fifteen minutes ago," I said.
"I guess that's true, but I deserved it," she said.
"Do you understand your sister any better?" I asked.
"I do, I truly do," she said. She got an evil smile on her face and said, "Now if only my mother could have a night with you, she would easily give her blessings."
"Oh, god! Don't even think of that!" I shuddered.
"Why not," she asked, pursuing the thought. "It would do her good."
"She is a happily married woman," I said. "Well, actually, I don't know if she is happily married, but she is married. Plus, imagine if she didn't like it; she could make life very difficult for me and Jamie. I'll be happy having slept with sisters rather than a mother/daughter."
"Do you want to sleep with two sisters together?" she asked, running her fingers around my chest. "Or maybe watch two sisters together?"
"Do you want that?" I countered.
"I'm not sure," she said, "but I'd do it if you told me to."
"Be careful," I said with a smile. "You are getting sucked in."
"Oh god, you are right," she said, "But it is so seductive."
"Don't worry, your night is not over," I told her, reaching around her to cup her ass. "I was promised another virgin tonight." She shuddered in my arms. I turned the water off and we stepped out of the shower. I dried her whole body and wrapped her tightly in the towel. I dried myself off as well and we went back into the bedroom.
I placed her on the bed, lying on her stomach. I retrieved a bottle of massage oil from Jamie's supply and I straddled Cindy's ass. I massaged her neck and back, then I worked lower, and soon I was rubbing her sexy, teenage, virgin ass. I ran my tongue along her spine, then down through her ass crack. She gasped when it ran over her puckered asshole. I pulled her hips up and rolled onto my back, wriggling my head between her legs. I softly sucked on her pussy lips as my tongue explored. I let my fingers play around her asshole, slowly pushing one of them in. Cindy was moaning and writhing her hips over my head. Finally I had enough, and I scooted out from underneath her.
I grabbed some lube and moistened my cock for insurance, then placed my cock against her winking asshole. "Are you ready for me?" I asked.
"Oh, yes! It's yours. Take my cherry!" she moaned. How could I refuse? I slowly pushed into her. She groaned, but she was so slick that my head popped right in. Jamie must have lubed her extra well.
"Oh, god! It feels so big!" she groaned. "It's not even really in, is it?"
"The biggest part is," I said. "Ready for more?"
"Yes, but go slowly," she said. I obeyed her request and pushed into her at the same speed that she originally took me into her other hole. I didn't stop until I was bottomed out.
"How do you feel now?" I asked.
"Full and horny," she said. "I think I'm ready for a good ass fucking. My ass is yours!" Well, put that way, I thought I'd enjoy what was mine. I started fucking her slowly, but I had soon picked up speed. Cindy was grunting on each stroke, and her hand was beneath her, playing with her clit. Despite the number of times I had come today, I was soon ready for another. I grabbed her hips and started pounding. She groaned with me and I started shooting my cum into her bowels.
I collapsed next to her, my cock still embedded in her ass. I pulled her closer to me so that I could fondle her perfect breasts. "Mmmmm," she purred quietly. "That wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be."
"High praise indeed," I said.
"I didn't mean that the way it sounded," she said. "I actually enjoyed that, and I didn't think that I would."
"I'm glad I could give you a little pleasure," I said, pulling my cock slowly out of her. When it was out, I spooned back into her.
"You gave me a lot of pleasure earlier," she said.
She lay next to me for a few minutes, but then pulled away. "Where are you going?" I asked.
"Jamie explained to me what would happen, and she told me that my job is not over yet," she explained. She moved down my body and sucked my cock into her mouth.
"You don't have to do that," I said.
"I do," she responded, pulling off of my cock. "It was one of the conditions that Jamie put on me. She said if I was getting the benefits of being with you, I had to behave accordingly."
"What do you think she would have said if you had just wanted to fuck me the old fashioned way?" I asked.
"She probably would not have given me as much of a hard time," Cindy mused. "Maybe she felt threatened by me?"
"I don't mean anything negative by it, but she has nothing to worry about," I said.
She finished up and spooned back next to me. "I know that," she said. "She is a very lucky girl." We lay there for a while and eventually Cindy nodded off. I heard the others come in downstairs, so I picked Cindy up to carry her to her room.
As I was putting her on the bed, Cindy asked, "Was I a good slave?"
"Not bad," I said, smiling at her, "though you could use a little more training."
"Could I ask you a favor?" she said.
"What can I do for you?" I asked.
"Can you fuck me just a little now?" she asked. "Get your cock nice and sticky with my pussy juices, then go have Jamie clean you off? It would almost be like you were making her lick me."
"You are an evil woman, aren't you?" I asked.
"Maybe, but you'll do it, won't you?" she asked.
"I think I will," I told her. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and she spread her legs. As I watched my cock disappear into her newly shaved pussy I said, "Keep shaving your pussy."
"What? Why should I do that?" she asked.
"Because I told you to," I said. "Because every time you look at it, you can think about how you were a slave. You can remember how you liked being a slave." She shuddered as she had a little cum.
"You are a dangerous person, sir," she said. I pulled out and kissed her good night.
Becky, Jamie and Chrissy were coming upstairs just as I was walking out of her room. Jamie raised an eyebrow at me questioningly, and I replied, "I was just finishing your sister off, but she seems to have left me a mess. Why don't you clean me off, Jamie?"
She looked like she might hesitate for a second, but then she accepted my request and went to her knees in front of me. She licked my hard cock up and down, getting all of Cindy's juices off of me. "Tasty, isn't it?" I asked. She blushed as she nodded.
I pulled Jamie up and took Becky's hand as well, and we went to the bedroom. I pulled Jamie onto the bed and instructed the others to go strap on dildos. I spooned behind Jamie and worked my cock into her ass. "Becky, you get to have Jamie's tight pussy, and Chrissy, you get to pleasure your Mistress' ass."
Becky got onto the bed and gave Jamie a big, open mouthed kiss as she worked her cock into Jamie's wet pussy. I had her stop when she was buried, and then Chrissy worked her cock into Becky's ass. Chrissy also reached around Becky to fondle both women's nipples. "You may only move a tiny bit," I told them. "I want to hear about your night."
"Becky, I think you are going to have to tell it," Jamie said, panting. "I can't think straight; I'm too filled up."
"OK, I'll tell you," Becky said. "We went out for dinner before drinks, and this time Jill came with us. There were six of us, and do you realize that you've done something sexual with every woman that was there, with the possible exception of Rachel; but in my opinion what you've done with her is sexual as well.
"We had a nice dinner, and we talked about lots of things, but somehow we kept coming back to you." Becky groaned as Chrissy moved around, and I could feel it on my cock as it caused a chain reaction. When Chrissy had settled back down, Becky continued. "Joan and I told the others about our punishments. They could already see that I was having a hard time sitting down. Then Jamie told them about her marks. On our way out of the restaurant, Jill dragged us to the bathroom and insisted on seeing the damage. I showed her my back and Jamie showed her tits. Jill was upset, but we calmed her down.
"Then I turned the tables on her, insisting on a panty check. We lined up again in front of the mirror, and Jill was the only one with hair. She said, 'Looks like I forgot a step, ' but I told her that she better not shave; that you like her that way. While we all had our skirts up, I whipped out a camera and got a picture. It didn't come out great, but I'll show it to you later. Just before we dropped our skirts, another woman walked in and saw us standing like that. We all laughed and hurried out.
"We went to a bar afterwards and we drank a lot. We got propositioned quite a bit, but each time one of us would say, 'Sorry, our Master won't let us.' Pretty soon everyone in the place knew what we were telling people. Rachel told us her story about the night of the party as well. That was pretty cool what you had her do. Her husband is very curious what Rachel is doing on her nights out, but frankly, if Rachel told him that she was coming over to fuck you each week, he would probably accept that just so that he could keep getting what he is getting."
"That's not going to happen," I told her.
"I know that, sir. I was just explaining how happy he is with the new attitude that Rachel has," she said. "Anyway that is about all that happened. They were very curious about who it was that was with you, but we wouldn't say. Jill said that they would just have to wait until next week and see who shows up.'"
"There won't be a group get-together next week," I said.
"Why not?" Jamie asked.
"In case you have forgotten, you are getting married this weekend. A honeymoon traditionally follows," I said.
"We are going to go away?" Becky asked, getting excited and thrusting into Jamie.
"Of course," I said. "You'd better ask for time off of work, soon. I thought we'd go for a week."
"Where, sir?" Jamie asked.
"It'll be a surprise," I said, "but it will be warm and you won't have to pack too many clothes." I saw that Chrissy's face had gotten a little sad, and I said, "You don't think that you're being left behind, do you Chrissy?"
Chrissy looked surprised and said, "I thought this was just for the three of you."
"You may not be mine directly, but you are mine, and you are coming," I told her.
"Yes, sir!" she said happily as she pushed into Becky. I let Chrissy thrust into Becky a half a dozen times, while I counterthrust into Jamie. The two of them, sandwiched between us, were quite happy to let us fuck them. Chrissy would push into Becky's ass, which would cause Becky to move into Jamie, which in turn pushed Jamie back onto me. Then I would shove into Jamie's ass and send the wave back towards Chrissy. It was an altogether satisfying motion.
Eventually, however, I stopped returning the wave, and Chrissy understood and stopped her motion as well. "So why wouldn't you tell them who was visiting with me?" I asked.
"We weren't sure what would happen, and we wanted to protect the two of you," Becky explained.
"Why did you send her to me?" I asked.
"As we said in the note, she asked, and we did owe her," Becky said. "Plus, she is an eighteen year old hottie, which I thought that you would enjoy. Was I right?"
"You were," I said.
"So what did you do to her?" Jamie asked.
"Do you want to hear all the messy details?" I asked her teasingly.
"Umm, if you'd like to tell us, sir," she replied.
"Would it turn you on to hear what I did to your baby sister?" I asked, rotating my hips slightly.
"It always turns me on to hear about how you handle your women, sir," Jamie said.
"What would turn you on about it?" I asked. "How I treated her, or imagining that it was you treating her like that?"
"I don't know what you mean, sir," she replied, blushing.
I reached forward and squeezed her nipples very hard, while I slammed my cock deep into her ass. "No more lying, slave," I said. "I want the truth right now. Does it turn you on thinking of doing nasty things to your sister?"
She gasped as I continued squeezing her nipples but finally managed to say, "Yes, sir. I'm ashamed to admit that it does. I get so turned on thinking about her, even though she is my sister!"
"Especially because she is your sister," I said to her, releasing her nipples.
"Please don't make me do anything with her, sir," Jamie said.
I grabbed her hips and shoved myself deep within her. I whispered in her ear, "Up until this point I hadn't decided what I wanted to do. However, you just told me not to do something with you. Therefore, at some point in the future, not too soon, but not too far from now, I am going to watch you sucking my cum out Cindy's shaved cunt. The same cunt that you lusted for as you shaved it."
Jamie came. She was stimulated before, but hearing me promise that she would be going down on her sister made her explode. She grabbed Becky and shoved her tongue in Becky's mouth. We all started moving, fucking each other without a consistent rhythm, but enjoying it nonetheless.
Jamie kept cumming and cumming until she just groaned and went limp. I was still enjoying her ass, but I felt that Chrissy deserved some loving as well, so I pulled out and climbed around the bed until I was behind Chrissy, where I inserted my cock into her tight ass. Her cock was still buried in Becky's ass, and Becky was quite close. Soon Becky was cumming as well.
When she was done I pulled Chrissy out of Becky, laid her flat on the bed and wormed my cock back into her ass. The position made her extremely tight around my cock, but her clit was also being stimulated by the fake cock trapped beneath her. I was cumming first, but she followed quickly behind me before I had softened too much. When we were both done, I rolled off of her so that I was lying near Becky. I was exhausted. I imagine that Chrissy was as well, but she still dutifully climbed down to clean off my cock. She was starting to move down to her doggie bed when I grabbed had and pulled her into my arms. Jamie was already asleep, and the rest of us drifted off as well.