065
SCOTT
I am now in possession of a second slave for two weeks. Lisa took a shower and went to bed, after we changed plugs for the largest size. She slept naked as was expected of slave girls. I would be sleeping between two naked slaves tonight. Since my own little slave still craved some of her Master, we left Lisa alone in the bedroom while we went into the living room. I sat on the couch and my slave sucked my cock until I was hard.
"Master," she said, "It's been a couple days since you've fucked my ass. I would be pleased if you take me there tonight."
"You've discovered it's not so bad having anal sex, have you? We don't have any lube with us."
"Lubricate yourself in my cunt. I'm very wet, sir."
I bent her over the top of the couch and plunged into her pussy, making her gasp in pleasure; finding she was as wet as she said she was, and wet was perhaps an understatement. I slid back and forth several times, coating my cock in her juices.
"I've discovered a lot about myself during my slavery, sir. Despite being a slave, it's very freeing. Aahhhh," she moaned. "Fuck me!"
Since I was fucking her, I believed she meant I was to fuck her harder, or perhaps faster. So I did both, compelling another moan of pleasure. How miserable if I were suddenly struck deaf and could no longer hear the sounds she made during sex.
"What have you discovered about yourself?"
"How much my upbringing, perhaps the upbringing of most women, denies us our sexuality. We're not supposed to enjoy sex this much. 'Good girls' don't. They don't suck cock except with distaste. They don't get fucked in the ass and love it. They can't cum too much, nor show the world how slutty they are. Our inner slut must be suppressed, or we're 'bad girls'. Oh, fuck me, I need to cum. Please let me cum, Master," she pleaded.
"Cum for me."
She sighed in relief and my cock was freshly bathed as she clasped it tightly in her spasming muscles. So fucking beautiful, such a marvelous cunt. I should have no problem with lubrication now. I pulled out.
"Don't stop, Master, fuck me more."
"I thought you wanted me to fuck your ass."
"Yes, please, sir. Put your prick up my ass. Fuck your slave's bottom. Cum in my rectum, Master."
Placing my soaked dick against her puckered opening, I started slowly sliding in. She suddenly pushed backward, completely engulfing my cock, whimpering. So much for slow and gentle.
"So, finish your explanation. You were saying." I rocked out and in again, thrusting my hips up.
"I had a married girlfriend tell me she never sucked her husband's cock," she moaned, "ever. If he wanted his cock sucked, she said, the Hoover Vacuum was in the hall closet. Myself, I liked sucking your cock, but I denied you the pleasure of swallowing your cum because it was icky. 'Good girls' don't swallow cum. We can't enjoy it that much. It's not right. It's immoral. Fuck my ass, sir. You're going to make me cum again."
I sped up. "And."
"I mustn't dress provocatively. I mustn't show my breasts or my cunt. I have to hide my body, disguise my sexuality."
"Not without some reason," I said. "In our society, blatant sexuality such as that sometimes invites rape. If you dress like that, often your rapist isn't convicted, because you invited it."
"Master, please let me cum. Please let me cum."
"You may cum, slave."
She sighed and said, "Ooohhhhh, Master. It feels so good. I love your cock fucking my ass. "
"I enjoy fucking your tight little ass, slave. Please continue."
"Isn't rape under any circumstances, a form of theft, sir. They are stealing from me what is mine. Mine to give to who I want. Or even yours, now we're married. You're not excused from stealing if you steal from someone who drives a nice car, or lives in a big house, or has a fancy boat. Because someone has the wealth to flaunt, doesn't give you the right to steal their things because they didn't hide it. If I love my body and work hard to make myself look good and want to flaunt what I've worked so hard for, should I be held responsible if someone steals it. My sexuality isn't any less mine because I show it off. Why condemn the victim?"
"You shouldn't. But it happens."
"But it's wrong. Here's what slavery has taught me. Once you 'owned' me, I cannot be a 'good girl'. I cannot hide behind societal norms. My Master won't let me. He expects me to look good for him. He wants a slut. Nothing less than someone who embraces her sexuality, who wants to get fucked, enjoys being fucked, even in the ass, who will smile at him as she swallows his cum. A slave who tries to ensure her Master is satisfied in all the ways he can be satisfied. Who will withhold nothing from him, surrender fully who she is and all she has. Who will dress to please him whether in slutty cheerleader outfits, or nothing at all. It's released me from all that's held me back from being a wanton, beautiful, sexual animal. A Master wants a 'bad girl'. But he owns me. I give my all to him and to those he wants to give it to. I don't belong to anyone else. They cannot take what they do not own; cannot steal what belongs to my Master. I was owned first by myself and now by you. Rape is taking what is owned by you. It cannot matter how I dress or how I act. I am yours, not theirs. Oh, Master, you make me cum again. Please let me cum."
"Wait," I said. "I'm close myself. I want you to cum with me."
"Please don't make your slave wait too long. She has surrendered to you and cannot help being a lewd slut."
Another minute or more I pumped my cock into her ass. Her thrashing became more uncontrolled, unrestrained, as her release was delayed, held back. Her moans of pleasure music to my ears.
"I cannot wait much longer, Master. If you don't cum soon, you shall have to punish your disobedient slave."
Three more strokes and I was there, spurting hotly into her bottom. "Cum, slave," I groaned, and her whole body tightened and her back bowed as she convulsed around me. She cried out, almost howling, as her body unwound the tension built up by our fucking. Today had been a relatively slow day for me, and several hours since I climaxed in Rose. Six or seven hot, hard spouts of cream flooded her rectum, before the tightening pressure of her convulsing anal ring pulled the last few drops from my cock. Julia had collapsed over the back of the sofa, hanging limply. Only her breathing and the continuing shudders of her body signaling she was still alive.
"Master," she moaned, "you have owned me."
I reluctantly pulled my cock from her warm embrace, a small trail of cum following as her anus slowly closed after my invasion. She suddenly stood, turned and held me, kissing me passionately, wildly.
"I'm not sure I can be your wife again, Scott, after being your slave. Scott gave me the freedom to be the person I thought I was. My Master molded me to the person I want to be. His and only his. His willing and eager slave who can deny him nothing. Please sit. Be comfortable."
I sat down and watched as she went into the kitchen and rinsed a towel, returning with it. She lovingly, carefully, washed my cock, cleaning me of her. When she finished, she took me in her mouth and slowly sucked me back to hardness.
"I was loathe doing this for you before, Scott. Your wife was not the unrestrained, shameless woman you deserved. You have released me, unchained me. Let me do as a slave what I never wanted to do as your wife."
Julia proceeded to give me the best blow job she ever had. Gentle, complete, lavishing her devotion on every inch of my cock, all the while watching me, staring at me with her blue eyes. Cupping and massaging my balls, attempting to coax the last drop of cum from my body, she slowly bobbed up and down my shaft, lips and tongue adoring me, sucking softly. I would have thought it would take fifteen minutes or more to milk what was left of me from by sack. The love and adoration in her eyes proved too much for me. In half the time, I gave a strangled groan and delivered up whatever scraps remained and she smiled as she lovingly siphoned every drop I had to give and swallowed it all.
She climbed into my lap and kissed me again and I tasted myself on her. Cuddling against my chest, she murmured, "My Master. There is nothing you can ask, I am unwilling to give."
Julia fell asleep in my arms, my naked slave girl. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, clinging loosely to my neck and cooing. Lisa was sprawled out, used to sleeping alone. I laid Julia on the edge of the bed and nudged Lisa to the other side. Walking around the bed again, I pushed Julia toward the middle. She felt the heat next to her and snuggled against Lisa, curling around her back. Lisa pushed back, rubbing her rump against Julia's groin. I felt my cock stir again, though thankfully, not to an erection. Too soon for that. It was easy to see this might be a very interesting couple of weeks. I climbed in behind Julia and spooned her, putting my arm over the both of them. A very interesting two weeks indeed.
I woke up the next morning to the most extraordinary sensation of someone sucking my cock while another someone was licking and sucking my balls. I opened my eyes to see it was Lisa on my prick and Julia on my jewels. Julia noticed me looking first.
"Good morning, Master. Your two slaves wish to know if we must both swallow your cum in order to avoid total nudity today, or if one will be sufficient for us both?"
"I suspect making you both swallow might make me late for work most days," I replied. "I guess I'll have to be satisfied with one."
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