Slavery: A series of erotic games (Book 04)

Speechless, she spasmed over and over, deep whimpers issuing from her throat. I kissed her mouth and she clung to me like I was giving life saving mouth to mouth. I broke the kiss and put on the other strapless. Rhonda lay down beside her and I entered her with a quick thrust, Rhonda was as aroused as I was. I turned on my vibrator, and all four of us women were soon climaxing, infusing the room with the smell of cunt in heat.    

    

Ten minutes later, Master finally gasped, surrendering his load of cum into Wendy's teenage booty. The nice thing about having anal sex was not having to use a condom. Wendy lay as if exhausted, draped over Lisa, who finally turned off the vibrator. Lisa ran her hands up and down over Wendy's back, soothing her through the occasional mini quakes which shook her body. Since she was exhausted, I cleaned Master's cock. When he was clean, I lapped the cum leaking from her slightly gapped bottom. She wriggled slightly as my tongue dipped between her cheeks, purring.    

    

"Mmmm. No wonder Evelyn ate this shit up," Wendy murmured, her head pillowed on a soft female breast. "It's hard to believe this stuff is even legal."    

    

We all laughed at her youthful exhilaration, almost like she'd somehow invented sex.    

    

"Can you stay tonight or do you need to go home?" Rhonda asked.    

    

"I can spend the night. I don't have work again until four PM."    

    

"Since your ass just got fucked twice, and it was your first time, it may be sore. I'm going to suggest you climb into the hot tub and soak for awhile. It will feel much better if you do," Rhonda said, "trust me."    

    

Wendy lifted her head from its soft cushion. "Yeah, I guess it is a wee bit sore. Mr. Rivers is no midget in the cock department."    

    

"No he's not," I said. "He has a wonderful cock. Like Goldilocks said, 'Not too big, not too small, it's just right'."    

    

"Is there any way I might be able to fuck Mr. Rivers again before I leave tomorrow?" Wendy asked, rolling off Lisa and the dildo which had still been penetrating her youthful pussy.    

    

"I won't say yea or nay," Master replied. "I'm going to be gone for a week and I feel I should spend some time with my women before I go. We'll see if you can be squeezed in."    

    

Wendy kissed Master. "I don't know if I could have had a better teacher showing me about sex than you. All of you really. It's been like Christmas, only better."    

    

"Why don't you get in the hot tub as your sister suggested," I said, "and I'll bring you a drink. Would you like juice, water or soda?"    

    

"Can I have a glass of wine?" Wendy said, pleadingly. "I almost feel like I should be lighting up a cigarette and smoking, but I'd prefer a glass of wine."    

    

I looked at Rhonda and she nodded. "One glass then, no more. White or red?"    

    

"What do I know about wine. Bring me what you'd drink if you just got fucked to exhaustion."    

    

I laughed. "Lighter and sweeter or heavier and more tart?"    

    

"Sweeter, I guess."    

    

"A glass of white Zinfandel, then."    

    

Rhonda and Wendy went outside to the tub, I kissed the other two. "If you can get it up again, Master, why don't you fuck Lisa again tonight."    

    

"I'm not sure it makes much difference at this point," Lisa said, removing the strapless, thick with cum on both ends. "It takes time for the hormones of my birth control pills to work their way out of my system and my fertility to reestablish itself. Master might be flogging a dead horse until my cycle normalizes."    

    

"Are you turning down a fucking?" I asked.    

    

"No. I'm just saying I might be no more likely to get pregnant than you are."    

    

"Still, I have no problem with him trying as often as he can. I love you and wish to see the child you and Master make together." I kissed her again, a lovers kiss which she returned.    

    

"You keep that up, perhaps I can fuck you both," Master growled, reaching for me.    

    

"I won't hold you to that, Master," I said, dancing away from him. "But will enjoy it should it be true. Now, I must serve wine to our guest and ensure she's doing okay."    

    

"I could order you to stay," he said.    

    

"But you won't, sir. Not yet. You might if little Scottie were ready to play, but he's still resting."    

    

He laughed. "Fine. You win. Off with you. We'll join you shortly, as soon as we've changed the sheets and put the toys away."    

    

"Yes, sir. I'll have glasses of wine waiting for you both."    

    

I opened a bottle of wine and poured five glasses, emptying the bottle, bringing them out to the hot tub. Wendy and Rhonda were relaxed, leaning back. I set the tray down, gave two to them, and took one for myself, joining them.    

    

"I have a question," Wendy said.    

    

"You've had nothing but questions since I met you. What's this one?"    

    

"You said one of the purposes of a butt plug was to prepare you for anal sex. What are some of the other uses?"    

    

"Well, suppose you didn't have a two men or two women with strap-ons or a man and a woman to provide a double penetration, but you really wanted one. You could give yourself a poor imitation of one by putting the butt plug in and letting just one person fuck you in the cunt, or do nearly the same by using a plug and vibrator and masturbate using both. It's not quite as enjoyable, but it's a reasonable facsimile."    

    

"I didn't even think of using a vibrator on myself while I was wearing one. I did stroke out a couple orgasms though."    

    

Rhonda and I laughed.    

    

"I should get a set for myself."    

    

"I will gift you the set you used," I said.    

    

"But only if you promise not to reveal where you got them if our parents discover you have them," Rhonda said. "I have enough problems with them already. If they believed I was 'corrupting' you the way I'm 'corrupt', they'd never speak to me again."    

    

"Perhaps you shouldn't worry about what they think anymore, Rhonda. What your Mistress told you at the bonding ceremony is true. You're the bravest, most courageous woman I know. I look up to you in so many ways. You're loving and kind and even though you weren't wild about showing your kid sister about sex, you did so to protect me from doing something stupid and gave me the best possible experience. I'm sorry I threatened you with going to a BDSM club to find out about sex and submission. It would have been a crazy, reckless thing to do and I realize it now.    

    

"As sore as my bottom is, I can't imagine how much worse it would be if you hadn't prepared me beforehand and taken such care in providing the best possible experience for me. I realize you are right and I'm not ready to learn about submission. It's more than just sex and I'm too inexperienced about sex to even know what I don't know. I'm going to take your advice and just get a boyfriend or girlfriend."    

    

Rhonda hugged her. "Thank you. I was worried you'd do something rash."    

    

"It was a stupid thing to say, and I'm glad you wouldn't let me do it."    

    

"Do you have a preference," Rhonda asked, "boy or girl?"    

    

"I liked both. Can't I have both a boyfriend and a girlfriend?"    

    

"I like both too," I laughed. "I have both. Just realize there will always be some people who don't accept your desire to be with both. Some people who don't think you should be with women like your parents, some militant lesbians who don't think you should be with men. They'll believe you can't make up your mind and can't accept your lesbian nature. Rhonda has told me it was hard being a lesbian, and she would wish your road was easier. It's hard enough being black, let alone decide you're a bisexual. It will be harder for you to choose this life, so you need to be prepared."    

    

"At least I won't be doing it alone, like Rhonda did. I'll have all of you to support me when things are tough."    

    

Lisa and Master came outside and hearing the last bit of the conversation, Lisa asked, "When what gets tough?"    

    

"Putting up with peoples prejudices by deciding I'm going to date both boys and girls," Wendy said. "I really like both and don't feel I should have to choose one or the other."    

    

"No, you shouldn't have to," Lisa said, grabbing a glass of wine and climbing into the tub with us. She kissed each of us.    

    

"Oh no, wait, I was going to help you change the bed. I'll go in now and take care of it if you tell me where to get clean ones," Wendy said. "I should clean up after myself."    

    

"Too late now," Master said, climbing in behind Lisa. His cock looked a little more interested in naked women than it did before. "It's taken care of. We'll give you a pass this time, but don't expect to get off so easy next time. Slaves who don't clean up after themselves get punished."    

    

"I'm not a slave. I'm not ready to be a slave. I know I'm not," Wendy said.    

    

"Doesn't mean you can't be punished, "Master said, smiling. "If you're going to hang around here, you need to help out. If you don't, you'll be subject to punishment.    

    

"Punished how?"    

    

"Even naughty children get spanked," Master said, "not just slaves."    

    

"You wouldn't dare?" Wendy said.    

    

"Wouldn't I?"    

    

Wendy grinned and splashed water on him. Master moved so fast it was hard to follow. There was a lot of thrashing and splashing and limbs flailing and Wendy was suddenly over his knee getting smacked on her ass twice, hard, then he stopped. Wendy pulled her face out of the tub, water dripping from her hair and chin.    

    

"Whew. Maybe I need to misbehave more often."    

    

We all laughed.