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We started to eat, me feeding Lisa as I ate my own, interspersed with the usual assortment of kisses and caresses. Lisa responded much as Julia had last night, flaunting her slave sexuality, eventually cumming on my fingers as I caressed her cunt, then sucking my fingers clean. The breakfast didn't end as the evening meal did, with a mini-orgy. Lisa was the only one to cum, whimpering softly as she squirmed on my lap.
"You mentioned some pictures you had from Marcia's only modeling assignment, Sam," I said when the meal was done.
"Yes, I did. I didn't bring my iPad, so let me get it, and we'll have a seat on the couch in the living room."
Sam disappeared and Chantelle and Marcia led me to a large couch in Brianna's house. They put me in the middle of the couch and Julia sat in my lap and with a space between us for Sam, Lisa on the other side. Marcia and Chantelle knelt down on cushions on the floor and we chatted while we waited. We heard a little about how Chantelle and Marcia met and the cruise that followed. We heard how Sam pretended to be Chantelle's boyfriend to keep her parents from finding out she was Brianna's lover and Marcia pretended to be another person's girlfriend.
"Maman quickly learned Monsieur was a fraud because he couldn't take his eyes off Marcia. She kept the secret from Papa so we wouldn't fight during our visit."
"The funny part is she's just as good as married to Master now," Marcia said. "Of course it didn't go over well with them he was already married. Her father was quite upset his daughter chose to attach herself to a married man. He doesn't really understand our relationship and if you met him and Chantelle's many brothers, you would quickly realize this is not a man you would ever wish to cross. Her mother understands our relationship better, and I wonder if she didn't have an amour with a woman when she was younger. We've never told them Chantelle is a submissive. If he knew Sam struck her, for any reason, not even in anger, we're unsure what he would do."
"My papa is old fashioned. To the best of my knowledge, he's never struck Maman, but if ever had, Maman might have stabbed him. The only way he accepted my relationship with Monsieur is because he realized Monsieur could give him grandchildren, whereas, I'd never have them if I'd remained with Brianna, unless it was the same way as Zoe and the others have. Since Mistress accepts our relationship, he's willing to give it a chance. I think Papa believes I'm a woman on the side who the wife accepts, which is very French. I'm unsure he knows we share our love together, even though after the cruise, Maman eventually told him I was in a lesbian relationship with Brianna."
Sam had come back with his iPad and he stood listening to our conversation with a big smile on his face.
"What about the guy you pretended to be the girlfriend of? What was his name and what happened to him?" Julia asked.
"We don't speak his name," Sam said. "He's someone who you'd recognize. He's famous. We respect his privacy and won't divulge who he was. We remain good friends with them. He is one of the very few men Marcia has been with."
"You mentioned you had a hall pass list," I said. "Do you still have one?"
"No," Sam said. "It was a joke to us when we developed the list because we lived in an area where we were unlikely to meet any of the people on the list. Once we came out here and actually met some, reality started to impinge on the fantasy. We decided to do away with hall passes, or we might as well say we're free to fuck anyone we want. Obviously, we're not as comfortable with reality as it was as a fantasy. I'm sure you understand."
"Oh, yes," I said. "Fantasies can get you into trouble if you follow them to their conclusion."
Lisa moved over a little to give Sam more room and he sat between us. He opened his photo app and went back almost three years to July. He found the pictures he was looking for and opened the first photo. There were pictures of Marcia taken from a distance, then getting closer and closer to her until only individual jewelry pieces were visible adorning her naked body. Gold and red, gold and black and silver and black, all of them spectacular. I'd never seen the like before. Marcia was a beautiful woman even without make-up and her hair styled. Seeing her with those things was amazing. I couldn't help myself. My cock began to get hard, which being under Julia, she noticed immediately.
"She is absolutely stunning, isn't she, Master?" Julia said.
"Gorgeous," I admitted.
"These two pieces are sitting in Jack Nicholson's house," Sam said, showing a picture of Marcia in a gold torso and girdle piece. "The head mask was sold to someone else. But we have a reproduction of it which she received for participating in the auction."
Sam went through all of the pictures, by which time my prick was hard as a poker.
"Would you like me to take care of your erection, Master," Julia asked, my shaft prodding her nether regions.
"Would you mind?" I asked the others.
"Not at all," Sam said, the opinions of slaves being of little consequence. "I told you I had the same problem every time I see these pictures." Indeed, his cock seemed as rigidly hard as mine. "How about a little contest?"
"What kind of contest?" I asked.
"We both seem to have sexually responsive slaves," Sam said.
"You're not suggesting a test to see who cums faster," I said. "It's likely Julia will cum as soon as I enter her."
"No, the opposite," he replied. "We need to make it harder for the slave. Who can hold out the longest. In fact, let's make it a double contest. Whichever slave holds out the longest is one contest and then once the winner of that contest is determined, whichever slave cums the most frequently in ten minutes once the orgasms start will be the next contest. That's assuming you can hold out for ten minutes yourself. If not, we can do some lesser amount of time."
"I've climaxed twice this morning. I should be good for ten more minutes after the first contest is decided," I replied. "What are you suggesting as the prizes for each of the contests?" I wondered if he wanted to claim fucking rights, which I would be opposed to, or something else.
"For the first contest, whichever slave is able to hold out longest, her Master may give the losing slave a spanking of thirty swats. For the second contest, the slave with the fewest orgasms in ten minutes will lick the winner's cunt, cleaning it of all the cum."
I thought about Sam's terms. I'd spanked Marcia's bottom yesterday when she'd insulted me. Thirty swats that time and I wouldn't mind laying my hands on her ass for an additional thirty if it came to that. Nor was I averse to giving Sam the same to my wife if she lost. Fair was fair and a spanking wasn't fucking. Watching one beautiful woman pleasure another wasn't something I objected to either. I didn't mind Julia paying the debt for either of the contests.
"It sounds as though we have two contests," I said.
"We'll have to trust the slaves to be honest about their orgasms, but I believe both slaves to be trustworthy," Sam said.
"My slave will be honest about her orgasms, won't you, slave?" I asked Julia.
"Yes, Master."
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