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The worker bee at the front desk who gave us our towels commented on my lack of attendance last week.
"I was very busy last week," I replied. "My husband was taking a brief staycation and we were doing a lot of things together." Left unsaid was my serving him as a sex slave all week long. I hadn't needed much exercise.
"I hope you had a good time."
"I had a wonderful time," I said. Also left unsaid was the number of times I'd cum during the week. I didn't keep track.
"Welcome back. Have a wonderful day," she said.
In my kickboxing class, we didn't spar, just kicked heavy begs. When we finished, it was our legs feeling heavy, not the bags, which is why we worked arms and shoulders afterward. Changing in the locker room, no one commented on our lack of underwear, which somewhat surprised me. Most of the women were curious and always chatting and asking questions of one another. The social aspects were something we both enjoyed. I guess talking about why you were running around without panties and a bra was not a subject for normal conversation. The same when we showered and left afterward. Not a peep was said, though more than a few looked. Normally, we arrived and left in our exercise gear. Today we weren't and no one commented upon the sexiness of our street attire either, although we gathered a fair share of looks as we dressed. At least we didn't have to answer any questions which might have resulted in us admitting we were sex slaves.
At home, I left my outfit on; Lisa remained naked. I made lunch, Lisa cleaned up. At two, the Lowe's delivery truck driver came to the door. I answered it, Lisa went to the bedroom. I could tell he liked what Master allowed me to wear. The skirt was short and the top was tight, showing my hard nipples. I opened the garage door and signed for the delivery, getting one last lingering look before he left. After the garage door was closed, I removed my clothes.
"Lisa, I'm going to clear out my underwear drawer for the time being so you have a place to put your things. Neither of us is wearing underwear now, so I might as well put it all away. I'll make some space in the closet for anything which needs to be hung up."
"Thank you. I didn't really think about how I'd be moving in here when I asked to serve as a slave. I don't need much space for clothes, but I'd like to have some place to put what little I'm allowed to wear."
"If there is anything else I can do to make your stay more pleasant, don't hesitate to ask."
"Julia, I want to thank you again for what you're doing. This is the first time I've really been alone with you since this started. Your generosity of spirit and willingness to allow me a part in this is beyond all expectations. I can never thank you enough."
She kissed me, and it was the first time we'd ever kissed where it was more than a casual hello or goodbye. Her lips parted and so did mine. We kissed as lovers kiss. Soft and tender, then hard and demanding. We broke the kiss breathlessly.
"Will our relationship ever be the same as it once was?" I asked, panting.
"I don't think it can remain strictly the same," Lisa said. "How could it, really, having shared what we have? But I think we'll be closer, not farther apart."
"We'd best not go any farther. I will want to cum."
"Me too," Lisa said. "Show me what drawer you want me to have and I'll start putting my things away."
Master got home at 3:30 and found us putting Lisa's things away. We'd done her drawer and were working on the closet space. He took note of the changes we were making, stripped and showered.
When he came out of the bathroom, I knew one of us was going to be fucked; his cock was hard and ready. The only question was which one of us would it be. Lisa was fresh meat, new and different. Master had been fucking me for ten years and might be bored with me. Master told me to get on the bed and my heart fell. He was going to fuck Lisa again.
When I did the same as last night, he said, "No. I want your cunt here on the edge of the bed."
I moved to the edge of the bed and he attached ropes to my cuffs and hooked the ropes to two of the hooks he'd installed in the ceiling and pulled them until my legs were pulled into a big V with my feet up in the air. Our bed sat high enough, he could fuck me while standing beside the bed. He told Lisa to get on top of me and get me wet and I was to do the same for her. He said both of us could cum all we wanted again without permission. I didn't require anyone or anything to get me wet. I was ready to fuck nearly all the time anymore. Nevertheless, I welcomed her tongue and mouth on my cunt, and by her moaning, I knew she appreciated mine the same. Once again, Master let us reach an orgasm before acting. He pushed into my cunt, filling me up and I gasped.
"Lisa, every time I pull out of Julia's cunt, open your mouth so I can put my cock in it. I heard her reply, "Yes, Master," before her tongue returned to my dewy folds. Oh, fuck, it felt so good, having my Master fuck my needy pussy while Lisa licked me. I climaxed again, almost asking for permission to cum before remembering I had no restrictions tonight. After a few minutes, he pulled out of me and Lisa's mouth left me to take Master's cock, cleaning our cum off before he thrust into me again. Back and forth he want, three or four minutes in me, thirty to sixty seconds in her mouth before returning to me. I climaxed three more times before Master buried himself to the hilt and I felt him pulsing in my cunt. When he was done, he told Lisa to clean me up, and I felt her licking all the collected cum leaking from my pussy.
Master let me clean our cum from his cock after releasing my legs.
"I'm thinking of ordering Thai food tonight," Master said. "One of you will have to tip the driver, if you know what I mean."
"We could flip a coin," I said.
"Or, Master could just choose," Lisa said.
"I could choose, but I like the randomness of a coin toss. However, we won't toss the coin until just before he arrives, so you may both contemplate what you intend to do to seduce whoever comes through the door."
"Seduce?" I asked. "Does that mean we're to have sex with them as opposed to just letting them see our bodies as they get paid?"
"I think they should get a choice," Master said; "a ten dollar tip or whichever part of you they want to use, mouth, cunt or ass."
I could not imagine any male turning down an orgasm with a female to take a ten dollar tip. Was Master going to let me perform as red silk like Lisa. Thus far, other than letting the one young man finger me, I'd only been white silk for men. Of course, it could be Lisa who chance favored and it would be her serving as red silk. She was going to be red silk at the poker game. I imagined I would be white. It would seem strange to have another man fucking me while Master watched? If the delivery driver was a woman, would she want sex or money? I would think a woman would be more shy about her body and more reluctant to expose it for sex. Or would Master allow us privacy to play with a girl? He was leaving a lot up in the air. He was right. Both our imaginations were going to be running wild while we waited.
Master put in an order for our food. "About forty-five minutes for delivery? Great. We'll be expecting it then." He hung up.
"Girls, go get your new harnesses you wore at the BDSM club."
We got up and went into the bedroom for the harness. We put it around our neck and over our backs, returning when it was done. Master hooked our wrist cuffs to the lowest ring in the back. We sat on the sofa somewhat uncomfortably while he made another phone call. While he was calling, he idly played with the breasts of his two slaves, thrust out by the harness. As if the thought of possibly serving the driver weren't bad enough. My nipples grew so hard, they ached.
"Hello, Regina. How are you? Great. Is Ron there. Can I speak to him please?"
"Hi, Ron. This is Scott. Yes. Lisa isn't going to be able to play poker this Thursday. She'll be occupied with other things. Can you play in her stead? Terrific. See you on Thursday."
Ron King was the other player who sometimes played Thursday night. Regina was his wife. Which raised a problem in my mind. The rest of the players were all single. I doubted Regina would be happy her husband would be bidding on his use of naked slave girls. I mentioned my thoughts to my Master.
"The thought occurred to me as well," he said. "Which is why you must invite Regina tomorrow and tell her what's going to happen. You must use whatever means you can to convince her it's okay for Ron to participate. I'm sure you can be very persuasive."
"Persuasive enough to convince a wife to let her husband get blow jobs from other women and perhaps fuck one of them. That's a tall order, Master," Lisa said.
"It is, but I have every expectation you can convince her she won't regret it."
By which I suspected he intended us to promise her sex in some way, shape or form. What's good for the gander, etc, etc. About ten minutes before our food was due to arrive, Master put on a robe and got a coin. One of us was going to end up fucking a total stranger.
"You call it, Julia."
"Tails, sir." Which one of us would be surrendering our tail? He flipped the coin and let it fall to the floor. Everyone was looking at it. Heads!
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