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Watching them had stirred me and I bent Julia over the bed and slammed into her creamy cunt, making her lick Lisa again as I fucked her. They both spasmed again, writhing in their pleasure.
I'd cum three times tonight and wouldn't be cumming anytime soon. Julia took it, took me, letting me batter her pussy over and over, slamming into her wetness, hearing her cry out as she climaxed. At some point, Lisa pulled back, no longer to take more of Julia's tongue on her clit. She held her hand over herself whimpering as if she was in pain, but the expression on her face was not one of pain, but too much pleasure. I finally felt my orgasm approaching, but rather than send it into Julia's cunt, I asked Lisa to accept it in her mouth. She put her head on Julia's ass and opened her mouth, waiting for me to finish. When I felt the sap rising from my balls, I pulled out and shoved it deep in her throat and released. I did not have much to give her; drained too many times tonight.
That ended me for the night. I was exhausted after a heavy work week and keeping my two slaves satisfied. I sent us all to the showers to clean the cum off and we went to bed, once again surrounded by two lovely naked slaves.
"What are your plans for your two slaves tomorrow, Master?" Julia asked.
"Something entertaining," I said. "You'll find out tomorrow."
When Gwen had talked about her life, she'd spoken of hiking on a trail with her husband and being caught out while having sex with her husband. We had some very nice trails nearby which would provide some good exercise, plus another opportunity to play. My slaves received some reasonable attire in the morning by sucking my cock, light blouses and short skirts, but they wouldn't be wearing those for long. I packed a lunch in a knapsack and we put on socks and hiking shoes, then headed for a part of the Pacific Crest Trail which was used somewhat infrequently, but still had a number of people you might expect to meet.
After hiking up the trail about two miles, we'd left the majority of the crowds behind and the only ones likely to still be walking were dedicated hikers. We stopped for a quick water break before I gave them the news.
"I'll be taking your clothes now, slaves. Go ahead and strip off except for the shoes."
"Master?" Both said.
"Chop, chop. Don't be disobedient. I brought the whip along."
Reluctantly, they removed their blouses and skirts, leaving two very naked slave girls standing in the middle of the trail. I packed their clothing in with the food. It was warm, they certainly weren't going to freeze to death, though they might be dying of embarrassment at some point.
"Go on now; up the trail. There's a lovely little spring I know of for a picnic. There's cool water and shade where we can eat and drink some wine. We can cool off from our hike. Lot's of people stop there. You'll see. Oh, and don't try to hide anything if we meet someone. Be proud of your beautiful bodies."
"Yes, Master."
The fact that other people stopped there didn't make them feel much better. They continued on. I walked behind them so I could enjoy the view of their bare bottoms swinging up in front of me. A very invigorating sight that kept me motivated to follow. It wasn't 500 yards and we ran into our first group of hikers, two young men ambling down the trail. It took them a moment or two to realize the two women approaching them didn't have a stitch of clothes, at which point they stopped dead with their mouths agape and watched us approach. My two slaves decided the best approach to take was to march right on past without a word as if they were wearing the emperors new clothes.
The guys turned to me and one said, "Is this a nudist trail?"
"It is today," I said. "Beautiful day for it, isn't it."
They watched us until we were out of sight and I believe there was some debate going on as to whether they should continue on in the direction they were heading, or follow us back the way they just came. Eventually they decided to keep going. Another half mile found a man and a woman going opposite us.
They too, watched my slaves pass by, not knowing what to say to them, but because I had on a tee and shorts, they said, "I didn't know they allowed nudist hiking on this trail?"
"I don't know that they do," I replied. "Amazing the stuff you see sometimes, isn't it?" They watched us as we marched off until we were out of sight.
Another mile up the path, about five miles total, there was a good place for resting, with several butt sized boulders and a downed tree trunk to sit on. I told them we should take a brief rest break and drink more water. There was another woman on the trail with the same idea. She was young, maybe mid-twenties, stocky in an athletic sort of way, and carrying a fairly large backpack of her own. Since she was stopped, I didn't know if she was heading our direction or back down the trail. We stopped, nodded politely, and sat down. I handed my two slaves another bottle of water to share.
After about three minutes of watching us, she came up to me and asked, "What's the deal here?"
"What are you referring to?" I answered.
"You and the two bare chicks you're hiking with. What's that deal?"
"We're coming up here to the little spring to have a picnic, maybe go swimming, cool off. Then after a couple hours, we'll head back down and go home."
"That really doesn't explain the naked part," she said.
"No, it doesn't, does it."
I was willing to leave it at that, but Julia said, "We're sex slaves and our Master likes us to be naked."
The girl took two steps back and looked like she was thinking of pulling the big knife from the sheath at her waist. Her hand was very close to the hilt.
"It's not like that," Julia explained hastily. She pointed to me and said, "I'm married to him, and he's graciously granted me, on a temporary basis, the fantasy I've had of serving as a sex slave. A week ago, my friend and neighbor saw how much I was enjoying myself and asked to join me. He likes his slaves naked, so a couple miles up the trail, he took our clothes."
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