076
SCOTT
My slaves didn't get much woodworking done today. Apparently, Regina had taken some convincing. What had been done yesterday was ready to start putting together, so after some great sex, that's what I did. They worked on preparing supper for our guest. When five rolled around, I helped prepare for dinner by grilling the steaks. I'd found a bourbon/brown sugar glaze for the steaks that looked great. If I was thanking him for his help, some fine food and wine was called for in addition to lovely slave girls, so in addition to the steaks, I pulled a Cabernet Sauvignon which was highly rated by Wine Magazine. Jerry had said he was going to be here at six.
When he turned into our driveway, I had my two slaves kneel by the door to greet him. Of course he knew my slave would be here and naked. He didn't know I'd acquired another one since last Thursday. I hadn't revealed the surprise. When he came in the door, his eyes popped.
"What the fuck, Scott! You've got two slaves now?"
"It seems Lisa was intrigued by thoughts of servitude and all the sex which might be available as a result. She asked to join our little party."
"Welcome, Master Jerry," Julia said. "Can we help make your evening more pleasant?"
"We are both red silk slaves," Lisa said, "able to serve a Master in every way."
"What the hell does that mean?" Jerry asked.
"I'm offering you your choice of slave tonight, Jerry, to thank you for all your help," I said. "No holes barred. You may use your choice of slave in whatever way you choose."
"You're kidding?" Jerry said.
"No joke. Pick one and she's yours for the evening. You can start with a blow job to take the edge off."
"You're offering your wife for me to have sex with? Not just oral sex."
"If you want. My slave wanted the full experience. That means she will be offered to my honored guests, and I don't have anyone more honored than you, Jerry. You're a great friend and co-worker. I couldn't run my business without you. I can't thank you enough for the extra work you've put in so I could have time off with my slave. I've got two now so pick one. I'll have the other for the evening. Let's make your choice more fun," I said. "Display."
Both slaves jumped up and stood in the display position, their legs parted, their breasts high.
"Touch them," I said. "Feel their tits, their asses, their cunts. See which of them you'd prefer to fuck."
Jerry did exactly that. He ran his hands all over the two slaves, touching every part of their bodies. When he touched Julia's bald slit, she said, "Pick me, Master Jerry. I will ensure your evening is one you'll never forget. Put your fingers inside me, sir. Feel how wet I am for you." He shoved two calloused fingers inside her and Julia moaned, the needy little slut.
I was hit with conflicting emotions watching his dark fingers disappearing into my wife's cunt and imagining it could just as easily be his prick vanishing into her pussy. She was my wife as well as my slave. I had very definite ideas regarding fidelity, but I'd told her she could have a full sex slave experience and I'd already fucked two other women. She'd yet to fuck another man, though only a coin toss determined it wasn't her with Marcus last night. Yet it was undeniably erotic watching her moan on Jerry's fingers. I tamped down on the disquieted side of my interior argument. I wanted her to have fun with her fantasy.
"I'm wet too, Master Jerry," Lisa said. "Touch me and see. Pick me and you can take revenge on me for asking you to lick my ass, sir."
Jerry shoved two fingers inside Lisa, finding her equally wet. When he pulled his fingers out, Lisa begged to lick herself off them.
"How the hell do you keep both of them so aroused all the time?" Jerry asked as Lisa licked his fingers.
"I don't. Their slavery keeps them aroused. They know they have to be pleasing at any time, so it's like their own bodies recognize the need to stay prepared for sex. It also makes them relatively easy to satisfy. They climax easily and often."
"They're both exquisite slaves. How the hell do you pick?"
"I don't pick. I take turns. You can leave it to chance; flip a coin or draw straws. You won't be disappointed in either one," I said.
"They'll both be red silk for the poker game?"
"Yes. Plus another surprise. Don't tell the others, but we'll have a third joining us."
"Who? Anyone I know?" Jerry asked.
"Not unless you do your shopping in the women's department of the mall department store. She's the manager there."
"How the fuck did she get involved in this?"
"One of Julia's first tasks was to seduce a sales clerk into allowing her to lick her cunt," I replied. "Gwen was the one Julia seduced. We went there Sunday for some slave clothes for Lisa and Gwen asked to join our poker game as a slave. She's not permanent. Only for Thursday night. She's married."
"Shit! This is crazy man. I choose Lisa. Start sucking my cock now. I'm dying for some relief."
My little slave got a look of disappointment on her face. I breathed a silent inhalation of relief. One more day where she remained mine alone. She remained in the display position as Lisa knelt down and opened his pants, withdrawing his hard cock. Into her mouth it went and all the way down. Jerry groaned throatily.
"What's Gwen's husband think of the whole sex slave thing?" Jerry asked, breathing hard, a couple minutes into his blow job.
"I doubt Gwen will tell him," I said. "There's been some medical issues preventing him from performing and he's lost interest in any form of sex from oral to toys. He won't even let Gwen masturbate with a vibrator and refuses to seek counseling for it. She's doing this on her own. Come here, slave," I told Julia. "You can help me set the table."
She came to me and I pulled her into a close embrace, kissing and fondling her body. "Don't worry, slave," I whispered. "You'll get your chance. I suspect he's a bit nervous about fucking the boss's wife. He'll come round eventually."
She kissed me, plastering her body against mine. "Thank you, Master, for giving me the opportunity to serve as red silk."
"You're welcome. Here are the dishes, and you can pour the wine. The steaks are almost done."
"Yes, sir."
The table was set in no time and I plattered the steaks and baked potatoes. Julia poured the wine and put salad in the salad bowls. By the time Jerry emptied his full balls in Lisa's mouth, we were set to eat.
"I like to have my naked slave sit on my lap while I feed her," I told Jerry, "but if you do the same with your pants on, you'll get cum all over the leg of your slacks. It's why I'm wearing shorts."
Jerry laughed and took off his pants, sitting at the table in his jockey shorts. He place Lisa on his lap, generally following my lead where it came to his slave. We enjoyed a leisurely meal with our slaves refilling the wine glasses when they got empty.
We were both hard when the meal was over and I shed my shorts and had Julia mount my shaft and ride my cock. Jerry had Lisa doing the same within thirty seconds. I warned Jerry his slave needed permission each time she needed to cum unless he gave blanket permission. Both slaves were begging to orgasm within three minutes of the time we started, panting as they rode us. Jerry gave Lisa permission and she climaxed immediately. I told Julia she had to wait for at least three minutes. I don't know if it was the situation, her overall excitement at being red silk or some other factor, but she was having difficulty holding off.
"Please, Master," she said, "let your pitiful slave cum." No more than a minute had passed.
"No, you need to hold it, slave."
She tried holding still, but I wasn't having any of that. I fucked her harder, bouncing her up and down on my lap.
"Master, please! I can't wait any longer. I need to cum."
"No! Wait!"
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