068
SCOTT
My alarm went off and I stretched. Zoe's eyes opened beside me.
"Your slaves told me you like to begin the day with a good cock sucking," she said. "I'm to give you one."
I laughed. "They would tell you that. I'd love a good blow job and as I recall from the one under the dinner table, yours are quite excellent."
"Mistress made sure those who wanted children practiced for many hours until we could do a cock justice. More baby batter in less time, plus for the real picky lesbians who dislike cocks inside them. You can get a man close to cumming with your mouth, fuck him briefly until he cums, and spend as little time with a prick in your pussy as you can. I never particularly minded the prick, I just preferred the pussy. Settle back and I'll take care of you. When we're done, you'll find breakfast in the dining room. Chantelle or someone was up before you, cooking breakfast. Try to be quiet, Marcia got in late so she's probably still sleeping, so if you feel the need to scream when you cum, stuff a pillow in your mouth."
"Who's the screamer? Seems to me the banshee last night was you."
"Shush. You don't need to remind me, sir. It wasn't very ladylike. Be a good boy and hush up."
Zoe ended further repartee by putting my cock in her mouth, sucking me like a good slave until I presented her with my gift, which she happily disposed of by the expedient of swallowing it all.
"Does it taste as good as girl cum?" I wondered.
"Not to me. Marcia, Chantelle or Dawn may have a different opinion. I don't detest it, but I don't love it either."
"Thank you."
"Mistress doesn't want any of us becoming too comfortable with cock anymore, so Dawn will be with you tonight, and so on. On your last night, you can choose to have us both if you wish, but Mistress figures at least we'd be getting some pussy with our prick, so she's willing to make allowances."
"I'll thank her myself."
"You might also want to take a spin at some nursery duty, let someone teach you how to feed and diaper babies, since you're going to be a father. You never know when it might come in handy. Don't leave it to your slaves to work it out between them, though I saw in your contract you intend to have date nights, including one where they get to go out together. It's a marvelous idea. Just remember you can help out at other times other than their date night."
I laughed. "I'll take my responsibilities as a father seriously."
She patted my now limp dick. "You helped make it, you help clean up the shit."
"Does Sam help with the kids? It sounds like he did most of the fathering."
"He helps a lot. Mostly with Brianna's. It was agreed, he'd be the Dad for them. Vacations, family and such. The others are primarily Brianna's responsibility, but he knows kids need fathers and he's willing to step up and do his part. Sam is a good man. Despite his gender, we care for him a great deal. He's like everyone's big brother, but sometimes nicer and no one should fuck their bother."
I laughed again. "I like him too. I don't care for bullshitters. He doesn't really click on my bullshit meter."
Zoe got out of bed. "The nice part of living here is we don't need to waste time dressing. I'll see you at supper. Have a good day at training."
She walked out, naked as a jaybird. Must be nice.
The food was excellent, the drive crappy, the classes good and the day went quickly. I found my way back to Brianna's home in time to dine with the others. I found Brianna presiding over the table.
I picked up her hand, bowed over it and kissed it. "I thank you most heartily for sharing your slaves with me. It's a very kind gesture."
Brianna laughed. "A gesture which your slaves arranged and will make payment for some day."
"Still, five nights for a single night in return, is a very good bargain."
"I like you and you gave me a discount on the bed."
"After last night, I feel it should be more."
"Zoe took good care of you then?"
"Excellent care."
"I get dibs on him tonight," a voice popped up behind me. "I'll fight anyone who tries to say different."
I turned around and Dawn was standing there.
"And I promise not to disappoint you," I said.
"I'm the type of girl who thinks it's her own responsibility to see to her satisfaction with sex. I doubt you'll have much say in the matter as long as you can get an erection."
I laughed. "Good to know. Give me a couple hours after dinner to study and I'm all yours, all night. Just give me six hours of sleep and I'll be happy. Five if you're really good."
"Plan on a short night then," Dawn grinned, "cause I'm going to fuck you goofy."
Sounded good to me. "Goofy it is."
At nine o'clock, there was a quiet knock on my bedroom door.
"Monsieur Scott," Chantelle said, "Dawn is here to see you. She said you're expecting her."
"I am. Please come in."
Chantelle opened the door, splendid in all of her chocolaty goodness. Dawn was behind her left shoulder peaking over it. Dawn moved around Chantelle and skipped over to the bed.
"Tsk, tsk, Master Scott, you're not ready for me yet. You still have clothes on."
"I thought you could help me remove them. We're not in a rush, are we?"
"Speak for yourself, sir. You had cunt last night. I haven't had cock in months."
"I helped train you, Dawn. Don't make me look bad," Chantelle said, still in the doorway.
"Thank you, Chantelle," I said. "By the way, the meal tonight was fantastic."
"Merci, Monsieur. I'm glad you liked it. I'll see you in the morning. Bonne nuit. Let me know if Dawn disappoints in any way. I'll let Mistress Brianna know she needs more instruction." She backed out and closed the door.
"You'll need to tell me how you joined this merry band."
"After we've fucked, sir. I'm sure we'll have some down time tonight when we have time for chit-chat." She was pulling the shirt over my head.
"At least tell me what you do here," I said.
"Making slave jewelry, sir. Still learning the more complex things, but they trust me with simple shit." She was undoing my belt buckle.
"What did you used to do?"
"Sold sex toys, books, magazines and fetish wear, in a sex shop in Fort Myers, FL." Unzipping my pants, tugging them down, taking my underwear with them. Her sheer enthusiasm was already doing wonderful things to my libido. I wasn't fully erect, but blood had started swelling the junk. "Oh my, come to Mama," Dawn exclaimed. "I want to eat you up."
With those words, further speaking was impossible for her; her mouth was full. Speech was still possible for me, but totally unnecessary. Rather than let her do all the work, I grabbed her torso and lifted her over my body into a sixty-nine. There was a piercing in or near her clit, a very tiny landing strip, no long pubic hair, and apparently needed no further instruction in cock sucking. It was buried in her throat. Though my sample size was small; Dawn was as wet as all the other slaves of my experience. Ready to fuck at a moments notice. She spasmed quickly on my tongue.
Suddenly, she abandoned my cock. Well, only with her mouth. Before I could say squat, her pussy was poised over my shaft and sinking down with a satisfied sigh.
"We can do more of the other shit later, but I just had to have this bad boy in me, sir. It's been too long for the real deal."
"At least we can talk now."
"I don't know, sir. Can't you do something else with your mouth like suck my tits, or at least kiss me?"
I laughed and sucked a tit. She had piercings in her nipples, too. Dawn moaned, her head thrown back, riding me hard. "Oh, fuck! I've missed this so much." She started moving faster. I thumbed her other nipple. "Let me die with a prick in my pussy."
I released the nipple from my mouth and put my other hand on it, pinching it. She moaned some more.
"Aren't you a lesbian?"
"Nah, mostly straight, sir, but I don't mind cunt. Any port in a storm really," she said, bouncing.
"What are you doing here?"
"Moving away from my shitty family and boring job, learning a trade, trading humidity for dry air." She spasmed again, her cunt exquisitely tight. I nearly climaxed myself, holding back by the narrowest of margins until her contractions eased.
"How did you end up here?"
"Long story, short version. Sam comes to store with Marcia to buy stuff, does stuff to her there. I'm intrigued, come to their going away bash, meet Brianna, agree to being her slave bitch. Have to give notice at work and apartment. Stay with Chantelle and Sam learning slavery while his house closes and Marcia is in California going to cop school. Drive out to California with them. Here I am, missing cock."
"Why attach yourself to a lesbian domme?"
"I like it here. I like the people, the location, the atmosphere, the attitude. I have lots of great sex. Don't get me wrong. Some of the women here are total pussy connoisseurs. Monique, fuck, can that girl munch rug. The strap-ons help, and if I get totally desperate, I can go trolling for cock, but most of the guys you meet that way are total shit heels. I haven't found a situation I like any better, so why change?"
Dawn orgasmed again, still riding hard. This time, I went with her, though she didn't stop because I'd cum. She rode me right through it, keeping me hard enough to keep going, losing only a little hardness.
"Oh, good," she whimpered, "you're not a single shot pistol. We have a repeater here."
"At most, it's only a double barreled shot gun," I groaned, post-orgasmic sensitive. "After that, I'll need to reload."
"That should be good for another four or five orgasms for me. A good place to take a break. Damn, you have a nice cock, sir. Nice and long, not too fat, not too skinny. Your slaves must love the fucking."
"I think they're happy."
"Oh, trust me sir. They're happy." She slowed down a little, not bouncing so hard. "Mmm, mmm, good. Campbell's Soup good."
I laughed. "You haven't met any male dominants?"
"I know of some, haven't met them. Not sure I want to. I can go like this awhile. Every once in awhile, a nice prick comes along and I can get a fix, like you, sir."
"Why thank you."
"The thing of it is, I came from a shitty background. Alcoholic mother, absent father, handsy step-dad." She almost stopped moving, doing only enough to keep my erection. "I lost my virginity way too early to the wrong asshole, bounced between some rotten boyfriends and catty girlfriends.
"These people are like family; very friendly family, but family. There isn't a one I wouldn't rather spend the night with than most of the meatheads I'll meet in a bar or club somewhere. I don't want to trade in, because it would feel like a trade down, you know. Really good people are hard to find, at least in bars. These are smart people, sexy people, wide diversity, totally cool. I'm not the only abandoned waif Brianna's taken in.
"There's a girl here, Lucia, Hispanic from someplace in Central America. Government soldiers killed some of her family, locked up the rest, raped her, tore her lady parts up. She wants to have kids so bad. Brianna's paid for surgeries, counseling. Docs say she'll probably always have trouble conceiving. Sam didn't try knocking her up until the counselors said it was okay, she'd dealt with the trauma as best she could. She's tried her last four fertile periods, but nothings taken hold. She's my closest friend here because we've both had a hard knock life. I don't want to go anywhere else where they don't treat people this way. If I had to do without cock for the rest of my life to live here, I'd do it, no questions asked."
"I'm sorry for your friend."
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