046
JULIA
I woke up, suddenly chilled and realized the water was draining from the tub.
"Is it time to get up?" I asked Zoe.
"No. There was so much cum floating in the water, you weren't really going to get clean. I'm pumping the dirty water out and putting fresh water in." As she spoke, hot water flooded the tub. "Now the water's clean, would you mind if I joined you."
"I'll mind if you want to fuck me. If all you want to do is lick me or leave me alone, I'm game."
"How about a little kissing?"
"Kissing I can do, using hands to stroke or finger fuck you I can do. Anything having to do with using my cunt, ass or tongue is off the table."
"I can accept those rules. Make room."
Rhonda and I slid over and Zoe got in the water with us. She pulled me into a kiss, her hands reaching for my breasts. They'd been pretty much ignored all day, dangling uselessly beneath me, so I had no problem with it. I fondled hers in return. Rhonda cuddled up against my back, stroking my buttocks and kissing the back of my neck. I was the meat in a lovely female sandwich.
"That looks like fun," Marcia said.
"Lisa's awake. She'll happily rock your world," I said.
"I won't even mind licking your cunt," Lisa said. "My tongue isn't that tired."
Marcia laughed. "I can't believe it. We've all been fucked for hours and we still want to have sex."
"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm a full time sex slave, emphasis on sex. I love sex. I live for sex. What Master did today, I loved. I loved being fucked, pounded even. I loved Lester's baseball bat sized cock thrusting so far up my cunt he reached my womb. I love cunt and cock and tits and ass and cumming, and if Zoe doesn't start licking my cunt now, I'm going to order my tired slave to do it because I want more sex."
"I can take a hint," Zoe laughed, backing away from me and throwing my legs over her shoulders.
I leaned back against Rhonda, resting in the hot, bubbly water, my hips raised up, and melted on Zoe's tongue while Rhonda played with my breasts. I loved to cum. It was so easy; like rolling off a log. Lisa and Marcia started kissing. Lisa's mouth went down to Marcia's breasts where she sucked her pert nipples. Her hand started sliding between Marcia's legs which parted for her. Marcia moaned when Lisa's hand reached its goal. She was such a slave slut, just like me.
SCOTT
"Mr. Thornhill, may I please have a word with you."
"Of course, Scott."
Evelyn was kneeling beside him.
"In private please."
"Evelyn. Please wait here."
"Yes, Master."
He walked with me to someplace we had a little privacy. "What do you need, Scott?"
"It shouldn't surprise you to know I overheard your conversation with Shasta."
"Do you believe I shouldn't grant her request?"
"No, I think she's competent enough to decide this for herself. She's grown a lot in the last few months. Julia and Lisa put her in charge of the furniture construction side of the business. I'm referring to the second part of the conversation. I overheard you saying you planned for Jerry and Chen to fuck Evelyn tonight."
"Is there some reason they shouldn't? Aren't they trustworthy? They seemed so to me."
"More than trustworthy. I trust them with my own wife and slaves. I made Jerry a partner because I trust him implicitly. Have you spoken to Evelyn about it yet?"
"I mentioned I would like her to fuck two new men and their slaves tonight. She hasn't been told who yet."
"Are you sure you want her to do that? What made you pick those two? I guess I'm worried about our business together if you should regret allowing them to fuck your wife? It doesn't seem to be the sort of thing you've done before to the best of my knowledge."
William smiled at me. "You're right, of course. It's not something I've done before. Sam is the only man I've willingly allowed my wife to fuck. I suppose two things have happened recently which have made me reappraise my former position. One was what you allowed to happen to your own slaves today. I'm a good judge of men, Scott. I've made my fortune sitting across the table from other rich and powerful men, waiting for them to blink. It's one of the reasons I hired you to build my house. I think you're a damn fine man on the whole. I watched you closely today. You hid it well, but I could tell the experience was somewhat painful to you. You weren't doing it for yourself, because you didn't enjoy it. You don't strike me as a masochist who wants to give himself pain. You genuinely are trying to become more open with your slaves, allow them some variety, become accustomed to seeing them with other men, despite the pain it causes you."
"Yes, sir. They mean so much to me, have done so much for me, freely giving anything I asked for and asking for nothing in return. It actually made me feel miserable at times and I decided if I was going to feel miserable either way, I'd prefer it to be the misery of allowing them pleasure."
He laughed. "Yes. I almost divorced Evelyn for her cheating ways. I was this close to giving up." He held up his fingers and they were almost touching. "It was painful imagining other men with my wife. Devastating really. A big part of it is doing it behind my back, barely caring if I found out about it. It was like I meant nothing to her, not my fame or fortune, not even being her husband meant nothing.
"It all changed when she became my slave. I became her world. She does everything I ask without question, obeys me implicitly, submits to a painful spanking every morning and absolutely adores me and her life with me. She's not questioned a single thing I do or say, yet she obviously loves me more than she ever did before. Her submission saved our marriage. I love her more than I ever have before. More each day. When I watch Sam fuck her, it doesn't bother me the way imagining her fucking strangers bothered me. Part of it is I have control. If I say stop, she'll stop. She'd never fuck anyone else again if I don't want it. She'd do without sex if that's what I want.
"I'm proud of her now. I was embarrassed by her behavior before. Now, I'm not, because her behavior is my choice. It's taken awhile, but I trust her more now than I did when we first married. When you're rich, you always worry about other people's motives. Do they like you or do they like your money? I keep her naked most of the time, so she's not in it for the clothes. I've taken most of her jewelry away except for her wedding ring and her collar, so she's not in it for the gems. She lives in nice homes, but I've taken away most of the servants so she has to do most of the housework herself. She'd actually prefer a smaller house that would be easier to care for. For the first time, I know it's me she wants and not my money."
"I see," I said.
"I'm beginning to believe I have a truly precious person to share my life with and like you, maybe she can enjoy some of the variety you want your slaves to enjoy. But, I have to admit to you it was your wife who put the idea in my head she should fuck a black man."
"Julia? How? When? Why?"
"Last night. Chantelle was airtight, riding the vibrator in Evelyn's cunt. When Chantelle was done, Evelyn kissed her and apologized for being such a racially biased bitch when they first met. She admitted she hadn't any reason to be so except from racial stereotypes.
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