057
JULIA
After a night of interrupted sleep, Chantelle woke us early.
"I need to cum before I start in the kitchen," she said. "Sam and Marcia are still sleeping."
I dined on her pussy while Rhonda and Lisa sucked on her beautiful breasts. We gave her two orgasms before she left. I looked at the timer on my watch.
"We might as well get up. There's only fifteen minutes before the alarm goes off again."
Lisa and I took sponge baths so as not to dampen the bandages on our mons. Rhonda took a shower, then I put more cream on the holes in her nipples and labia.
Rhonda moaned in frustration as I smoothed the cream over her pussy piercing. "I'm so desperate to cum, Domina. I'm not sure how much longer I can last."
"You'll last as long as you need to, slave. I'm not getting any sex either."
"I didn't realize how little we could fuck when we decided to get these," Lisa said.
"It's only two more days. At least you're not wearing a Slave Trainer."
"Two more days," Rhonda moaned. "I haven't gone without cumming for three days since my slavery started. What makes it worse for me is all these delicious cunts I need to satisfy."
"I can make it three more days if you continue to bitch," I offered.
Rhonda quickly grew panicked. "I'm sorry, Domina." Nothing worse to a slave than being unable to cum.
We went to breakfast. I essentially started the new day sexually, the same way I'd ended the previous one; licking Brianna to an orgasm, as did Rhonda and Lisa, pleasuring one of Brianna's slaves under the table. I'd had so much cunt lately, Sam's cock was looking mighty fine to me when I was allowed to sit and take my meal. Some nice salty, thick cum sounded so good to me right now. I laughed, thinking of how much I'd changed since my slavery began. Not wanting or liking the texture of Master's semen to craving a cock to suck and a salty load as a refreshing change of pace.
Marcia, sitting next to me, wanted to know why I laughed. "Before my slavery, I had a difficult time swallowing cum. It wasn't so much the taste as the texture, the thickness of it. I quickly learned to love the taste and texture of Master's cum. It was how I earned my clothes each day and was allowed the pleasure of cumming myself. After a weekend here and all the cunt I've had, I was thinking how much I'd love to suck your Master's cock and feel his cum spurt down my throat."
She laughed. "It was the same for me except it was the taste. I'd happily suck his cock, but when it was time for him to cum, it needed to go someplace other than my mouth. And I wouldn't let him fuck me in the ass. Now, it's hard to imagine Master not using all three of my holes. That was probably the major change in my life when I became a slave, other than the fact I now fuck women; my makeover to a three hole slut. I'd happily offer his cock to suck if I knew your Master was okay with it."
"I'd happily accept, if my Master was okay with it."
"Are you talking about my cock?" Sam asked.
"Yes, Master. Poor Julia is bemoaning her lack of cock the last couple days. She's becoming tired of cunt all the time. She was wishing she could have a load of cream."
Sam laughed as well. "You know," he said, thoughtfully, "it's only the method of delivery her Master would have a problem with. She can always take it from you."
Marcia giggled, then pushed some dishes out of the way and bent over the table. "Take care of it, Master."
Sam stroked his cock a couple times, already becoming hard. He pushed into Marcia's pussy. She climaxed almost immediately, a needy slave like myself. Sam fucked her hard for ten minutes, giving her several more until he grunted and we all saw his cock flexing and pulsing as his cum spurted deep into his wife.
His orgasm over, he pulled out. "There you go, slave. Some hot cum just for you."
As I knelt behind her beautiful ass and sucked the cum out of Marcia's beautiful pussy, Chantelle cleaned his cock for him. I lapped assiduously at her cleft, straining for the last drop of his cum, making Marcia cum some more. It was almost as good as having a cock pulse in my own throat.
"Thank you, Master Sam, Marcia, for allowing me this pleasure," I said, leaning back on my heels, not a drop of his cum to be seen anywhere on her cleft.
Marcia said dreamily, still bent over the table. "I enjoyed it even more than you, slave, I assure you." She sat back on her chair with a sigh. "Always a great way to start my day."
Mistress Brianna spoke. "I was thinking I'd have you serve us all individually this morning, going from room to room, but after that little performance, I doubt we'd be able to wait that long for you to show up, so we'll fasten you down in my bed as you were last night so you can serve more people faster. Monique, Adele, see to it. I get the lesbian slave first."
"Yes, Mistress."
So once again we found ourselves tied to her bed, the same as we were last night, and nearly a dozen women were waiting to take their turns with us. So many, Brianna limited it to one orgasm apiece until every one had their turn, then they could return for seconds. The scene in the dining room where Sam fucked Marcia and I licked his cum from her inspired everyone to the heights of arousal and we were constantly busy until it was nearly time for lunch. If we were covered in cum last night, it was nothing compared to this morning. As far as I could tell, there wasn't an inch of Lisa's face that didn't have some cum on it and I felt some drying all over my face as well, like a skin care masque.
The women using us saw to our medical needs when my alarm would go off. At ten, the bandage was removed from my tattoo and salve rubbed on it. I nearly climaxed from just that. Close to noon, Lisa's bandage came off. The women present liked our tattoos and would admire them. I hoped Master would like them as much as they did.
Monique was the last to climb off my face.
She started to release us, saying, "Mistress orders you to keep our cum on your faces until you reach home and take a picture with your Master so she knows you obeyed. I imagine some will flake off as it dries, but there should be substantial remaining when your picture gets taken."
"We'll obey," I assured her.
"This mornings scene almost had me craving Sam's cock again," she said. "It was so hot. You've now repaid Mistress for all use of her slaves by Scott. You needn't serve her again unless you require further use of her slaves."
"I imagine someone else will come again when Lucia comes for her next appointment."
"They needn't. Lucia can drive herself. Whatever use you make of Lucia while she's there will not fall under her guidelines. You have special dispensation to use her because Scott is father to her child. I know Dawn would love to visit. She's like you. She begins to miss cock."
"I doubt Brianna needs to worry about losing Dawn as she did Chantelle," Lisa said, stretching. "Dawn seems very happy where she is."
"Chantelle was very happy as well. You never know what will happen."
"Master already has three slaves to service regularly. I doubt he's hoping for another," I said.
"I suppose Mistress would worry more if that weren't true. Most men would be hard pressed if they had four slaves to fuck."
"We're lucky Rhonda is a lesbian. She prefers one of us to Master. Though today, she might fuck a fence post if it allowed her to cum."
"Ugh, splinters, Domina" Rhonda said, "but almost anything else."
"I suspect she'll be begging for Master's cock tomorrow when she can finally have sex," Lisa said. "I know I will."
"It was the worst part of my piercings," Monique laughed, "having to wait for sex. You will be expected to dine with us, then you may leave. Thank you for the pleasure you've given us."
I lightly touched the fluids on my face. "I think I'll have Rhonda fill the car up with gas when we leave. What's the point of having a slave if she doesn't accept the embarrassment of appearing in public with a cum covered face?"
Chantelle laughed as Rhonda protested, "Domina!"
"Someone has to do it, and you're low slave on the totem pole."
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