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SCOTT
I'd been surprised when Julia had me touch Janet's cunt. Surprised she asked me to and surprised how wet Janet was. I suspect she was more submissive than she might ever have believed she'd be. That surprise didn't hold a candle to how surprised I was when Julia urged me to have oral sex with her in the hospital bed.
Fortunately, I remembered Lucia telling me my slaves required reassurance they were still desirable to me. I overcame my own nerves at doing it at the hospital to give her the assurances she needed. The fact Janet was masturbating in the room with us was an added benefit.
I couldn't help but laugh when Janet asked the nurse if she wanted to help with the sex. I actually felt better than at any other time since being notified of the 911. Of course, it left me with a bit of an erection I would need to take care of at some point. It had been over 36 hours since I last had sex. Unfortunately, both of my slaves were out of commission. I thought briefly of exploring whether Zoe would be up for more sex, but the thought of fucking her while my slaves were hurt left a bad taste in my mouth. I supposed it meant I would have to take care of it the old fashioned way; maybe in the shower.
Lisa was sleeping in my easy chair when I got back home. Sam, Marcia and Zoe were watching "Schitt's Creek" on Netflix, the sound turned low and closed captioning on. All of them were naked, which did its part to kickstart the erection I'd managed to lose on the way home.
"Would you like a drink, Master Scott?" Lucia asked, looking up from the book she was reading.
"Are you familiar with a whiskey sour?" I asked.
"Yes, sir."
"I'd love one of those."
"Of course, sir.
Lucia got up and went to the kitchen to mix the drink.
"Why don't you get comfortable, Scott?" Marcia asked. She pointed to my clothes.
"I'm afraid I'd feel a little out of place," I said. "I'm a wee bit excited."
"There's no one here who hasn't seen an erection, Master Scott," Zoe said. "As you recall, I've even played with yours recently."
"I guess I'm concerned about Lucia."
"Why, Master Scott?" Lucia asked, returning and handing me my drink.
"Because of what happened to you, I guess."
"Are you one of the men who raped me, sir?
"No."
"Do you intend to rape me, Master Scott?"
"Never."
"You do realize I've fucked Master Sam a couple dozen times in an attempt to become pregnant, sir?"
"I assumed so."
"Then you won't be showing me anything I haven't seen on him, Master Scott," she said. "I don't know how long I will need to stay here, but you have two beautiful slaves and I don't expect you to quit fucking them whenever you choose because I'm your guest. I'm accustomed to seeing people fucking. Mostly, it's women, but Master Sam isn't too particular about where he uses his slaves either. So, do what you normally would. I don't want to interfere in your home life."
I smiled at her. "As you wish."
Going into my bedroom, I removed my clothes, putting everything in the dirty clothes hamper. When I returned, Mini Me was quite rampant, pointing up at the 10:00 position.
Lisa spoke up from her chair, apparently awake. "That looks quite painful, Master. Would you like your slave to take care of it for you?"
"You're awake?"
"I heard people talking about your cock. It seemed like something I'd be interested in, sir."
"How are you doing?"
"Ready for more pain relief, sir." Lucia got up to get more ibuprofen. She'd made herself useful before, I imagined. "You haven't answered my question. I can take care of your erection. Would you like me to?"
I hesitated. Lisa was hurting. She'd just asked for more pain pills, so I knew she was hurting, but Lucia was standing behind her with the pills shaking her head, yes.
"Are you sure you're up for it, Lisa?"
"As long as you let me dictate the action and don't smash into my face, I'll be fine, sir."
"Very well. Take your pills first."
Lucia handed her two pills and the glass of water beside the chair. Lisa swallowed them down, then opened her mouth for me. I put my cock in her mouth, then held still, letting her drive.
In front of four people, Lisa sucked me off. She didn't take me all the way down, accepting about half of my prick, moving quite slowly and gently so as not to move too much. But within the limits of what she allowed herself to move, she was doing a fantastic job, and I was ready to spill my seed after so long without. I was groaning, having the hardest time not to thrust into her mouth. I could feel the percolation in my balls, the stirring foreshadowing of my orgasm. Lisa felt it too. The increased hardness of my cock, the rubbing against the roof of her mouth as it tried to rise higher and stiffer. She reached over with her hand and cupped my sack, gently weighing the contents. I felt them rise, and my cock twitched and pulsed, jets of cum surging to fill her mouth, overloading her ability to swallow. Dribbles of my cum, leaking from the corners of her lips as I groaned in relief. Sucking fiercely for the last few drops, Lisa emptied me, then wiping her chin for the drops which escaped, she licked her fingers clean.
"That was quite the show, Scott. Much better than 'Schitt's Creek'," Sam said, standing, pulling Marcia up with him. His cock now hard as well. "Come, dear. You have something to take care of now."
He kissed her and led her to their bedroom upstairs. The sight of her ass disappearing up the stairs, making my cock twitch again.
"That actually seems like a very good idea to me too," Zoe said. She took Lucia's hand. "Come with me, Lucia, and we can pleasure one another."
They disappeared in Lucia's room, closing the door behind them.
"Would you like to continue watching the show?" I asked.
"What I'd really like is a shower, sir," Lisa said.
"Can you stand that long?"
"I don't know, sir. Could we put a plastic chair in the shower?"
We had some plastic chairs we used around one of the tables on the patio. "Sure. I'll get one."
I got a chair and put it in the shower, then assisted Lisa stand and helped her into the shower. I had a wand shower head so I could carefully wash her. I was particularly careful around her ribs, mostly letting the water spray do the work. I also washed her hair.
"Master, my cunt is getting bristly. Could you please shave it for me?"
"You trust me with a razor around your cunt?"
"You have as much reason to be careful as I do. It belongs to you, sir."
I laughed. "Whatever you say, slave."
Being very careful around the slick folds, I scraped the hair stubble from around her slit. After rinsing the shave cream off, and since I was in the neighborhood anyway, I licked her to an orgasm. No reason she shouldn't have a little fun as well, and orgasm endorphins would help her chest pain as well as her ibuprofen would.
"Another please, Master," Lisa panted.
I not only gave her one, I gave her two more.
When we were done, I helped dry her off, brushing her hair until it was dry.
"Would you like to sleep in the chair," I asked, "or will you try the bed?"
"I'd love to be with you, Master, but I should sleep in the chair so I'm not lying on my ribs."
"I'll sleep on the couch so you can sleep close to me," I said.
"Thank you, Master."
I set Lisa up with another cold pack, Vicodin, and a pillow on the chair. I grabbed a blanket and pillow for myself. As I went to sleep, I held Lisa's hand.
******
I woke up with a pair of lips wrapped around my cock early the next morning. The house was dim, still too early for anything but street lamps to shine through the windows.
"What?" I mumbled groggily.
"Shh, Master. I woke up and need to be fucked."
"Lisa?"
"Yes, Master." She dipped back over my cock, again, unable to take all of me, but doing what she could. As soon as she had me hard enough, she mounted my cock, sliding easily over my shaft.
"I needed this so much, Master," bouncing up and down on my dick.
"More than rest apparently," I moaned.
"I've slept enough the last two days, sir. I needed fucking more."
Lisa didn't move quickly, nice slow movement up and down my prick, taking it easy so she wasn't jolted. She was able to ride me for fifteen minutes, cumming twice, before I groaned and sent a load of sperm into her cunt. She shivered as she felt me empty into her.
She lay down over my chest. "Thank you, Master."
"Thank you."
"Is it okay if I stay here for awhile."
"Of course. As long as you're comfortable."
The second time I fell asleep it was with Lisa draped over me. It wasn't particularly comfortable, but it was soothing. I slept again.
My alarm woke me up at 7:30, waking Lisa as well.
"Looks like someone had a good time," Zoe said. "Breakfast will be ready in five minutes. I was about to wake you."
I looked around. Everybody else was up. Lucia and Sam were making breakfast. Marcia was setting the table. Lisa slowly maneuvered herself off me. She winced when she stretched.
"I don't feel like I'm being a good host since you're cooking for me," I said.
"No problem," Sam said. "Considering the reason we're here, you've been an excellent host." He started dishing up some fried potatoes, handing the plate to Lucia, who added scrambled eggs and bacon, who handed the plate to Marcia, who set it on the table.
"Do you want to try sitting at the table with us, Lisa, or should I put you back in the easy chair?" Zoe asked.
"I'd like to try sitting at the table," Lisa said.
"Take my arm," Zoe said.
Zoe helped Lisa sit down. Zoe handed her some orange juice and more pain pills, ibuprofen instead of more Vicodin.
"I'm sorry if this isn't right, but I didn't know when you took your last prescription pill."
"This is fine," Lisa said, "I don't like taking prescription painkillers anyway. Too many people become addicted to them. I'll take one later if I need it."
"A couple of my fellow officers became addicted to opiates after surgeries," Marcia said. "Both lost their jobs. It's a very valid concern."
Sam and Lucia both sat down, carrying the last of the plates. Zoe and Marcia sat down as well.
"To friends," I said, raising my juice glass, "who'll drop everything to help you out."
"To friends," they echoed.
"We'll stay until I need to leave in order to get home on time for work," Marcia said. "Hopefully, I'll have time to give a few self defense pointers before I leave, since it appears they haven't caught the guy yet. Lucia can help you practice. She's become very good."
"What are you working this week?" Lisa asked.
"Same as last week," Marcia replied, then realized Lisa might not know what she worked last week. "Four to midnight."
"Probably need to leave at eleven then, to be sure to get back in time," I said. "It's too bad you're not driving a truck. We've got two bed frames done. They can be broken down, but not small enough to take in a car."
"Gives us another reason to get together," Zoe said. "Your slaves owe Mistress and me favors."
I laughed. "They're good for it."
"Perhaps after Sam, Marcia and Zoe leave, you can show me how to use the power tools, Master Scott."
"Of course. I'll show you the plans for the other things we're building too."
It was soon time to leave to pick up Julia. I went by myself. At least she didn't have broken ribs. Julia was ready to check out. I was given several pages of post-hospital instructions for her too. She'd already graduated to lesser pain pills. She had 800 mg ibuprofens, four times the amount in the pills at home, but if we ran out, she could take four of the smaller pills, perhaps staggering them. The nurse helped wheel her out in a wheel chair, while I parked the car at the entrance. She helped Julia into the car.
As the nurse fastened Julia's seat belt, she said, "You were very naughty last night. We don't usually have patients having sex in their rooms."
I looked at her closely and realized she'd been one of those on duty when we'd had sex in the hospital room.
"Long shift," I pointed out.
"Worked a double. I'm about to get off."
"Thanks for not making a big stink about it," Julia said. "I hadn't seen my husband in a week."
"Are you newlyweds?"
Julia laughed. "Married ten years, but we have a very active sex life."
She looked at me and I nodded, confirming.
"I wish my husband wanted to have sex with me so badly."
"Special circumstances," Julia said.
"What special circumstances?" She asked.
"I'm his sex slave," Julia laughed. "Totally voluntary, I assure you," she added when she saw the look of shock on the nurses face.
"How does that work?"
"I have sex whenever and however my husband wants."
"So he was the instigator of the sex last night?"
"No," Julia replied, "I was. A sex slave has certain needs. He chose to fulfill them for me. He could have left me wanting."
The nurse looked dubious, not believing Julia had initiated the sex last night. Julia lifted up her skirt, exposing her pussy to the nurse, then ran her finger through her slit, soaking it in her juices. She showed it to the nurse.
"I'm always wet, always ready to be fucked, always needing to be fucked. It's my constant state as his sex slave." She licked her fingers. "I haven't gone without sex for twenty-four hours since I volunteered myself to be his sex slave. I was dying for his touch last night. What we did last night was a fraction of what I wanted to do, believe me."
"Excuse me," I said, "we need to leave."
"Could I call you? I'd like to know more."
"Yes," Julia replied. "My number should be in my file. Give me a couple days. Any time tomorrow night or later."
"My name is Stephanie, Stephanie Freiberg" she said. "I can't wait to learn more." She closed the car door.
I started driving. I looked at Julia. She had a big smile on her face.
"Are you hoping to teach her the joys of sex slavery?" I asked.
"If she wants to know and you permit me, Master. She's only curious at the moment."
I laughed. "So was Janet. Look what happened with her." What had I unleashed when I offered to let her be my sex slave for three weeks?
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