096
"It feels so good," she moaned. I didn't respond except with my actions. My mouth drifted further south and I licked her belly button and the top of her mons where her hair sprouted. First one finger, then two slid into her slick slit. I found her g-spot and lightly scraped a finger nail over the rough ridges.
"Please let me cum," Sarah whimpered.
"Not yet, Mistress. You can hold out longer."
Her belly was rising and falling rapidly as she panted, tiny ripples of the muscles underlying the skin. It was time to step it up. My mouth went over her cleft and licked up from my fingers to where her clit was starting to peek out. She moaned again.
"Not yet, Mistress, hold it."
I began nibbling her folds, interspersed with my tongue gathering the fluids leaking from her pussy. The ripples on her stomach increased and her toes were curling and leg muscles flexing.
"Oh, God, I don't know if I can hold it any longer," she said.
"You must. You don't have permission yet, Mistress."
I hit her with the píece de résistance. I pushed a third finger into her cunt, my little finger into her ass and sucked fiercely on her clitoris. Sarah exploded, screaming loudly enough to wake the house and she did something I'd heard of, but never witnessed. She squirted. At first I thought it was pee, and she no longer had control of her bladder, but it wasn't urine. Didn't smell like it and certainly didn't taste as I expected urine would taste. It was just an incredible amount of the same stuff I'd been licking from her cunt. She drenched my face and the sheets.
Sarah was immediately apologetic. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I've never done anything like that before. Oh, my God."
"It's all right, Mistress. I'm guessing it was an immensely powerful orgasm."
"Unbelievable," she said. "I'm still shaking. I'm so sorry. You're wet, the bed is wet."
Since the sheets were already wet, I wiped my face, shoulders and chest off, removing her cum.
"We can change the bed, Mistress" I said. "I've wiped myself off. Perhaps now you recognize a little of the plight of the sex slave. We must surrender fully. Our bodies are not our own. Our orgasms are not our own. They are controlled by our Master. If you get up, I'll change the sheets for us."
She got up and I took the sheets of the bed. Sarah was still shaking. I found more sheets in the linen closet and brought them into the bedroom. Sarah had calmed down some; the trembling not so bad. She helped me replace the linens, including the pillow cases so they matched the rest. We got back into bed.
"I want to watch you masturbate. I want to see what you do to cum."
"Yes, Mistress."
I started touching myself, playing with my breasts with my left hand while my right crept down between my legs and began stroking my cleft, paying attention to my clit, hard and demanding little thing that it was. She watched me as I climaxed, moaning. I was oddly aroused by her close scrutiny.
"Again," Sarah whispered. I had no objection. I could do this all night.
This time, as I stroked myself, her hand went over mine, following my motions, holding me. When I orgasmed, her hand got as wet as mine.
"Again," she said, and she licked and sucked my breasts as our entwined fingers caressed me.
"Your nipples are so big, so long," Sarah whispered against them.
"And so sensitive, Mistress," I whimpered. I climaxed again.
"Now, let me," Sarah whispered in my ear and I withdrew my hand and her own was the only hand caressing me, her hand on and in my cunt, her tongue on my breasts and I gasped when she made me cum. I stroked her hair, her face, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm.
"I want to taste you now, slave, while you taste me. Make me cum again."
"Yes, Mistress."
She climbed over me and her cunt settled over my face and she made me cum three more times. Her lack of skill and practice made up for by her enthusiasm and delight. I made her cum five times. We lay quietly, exhausted, before I got out of bed, grabbed a towel, returned and gently wiped our faces.
She curled up against me and whispered, "God help me. I'm beginning to think I'm queer."
I laughed. "Here's the test, Mistress. I want you to picture Marcus's cock tonight. That big slab of meat, long and thick, a truly spectacular cock. Now. Imagine that cock in your cunt, pushing its way in, burying itself deep inside you, pumping, turning your pussy to mush. Is that image firmly within your mind."
"Oh, yes," she moaned and her hips twitched as if she could feel it.
"Now do you want, that, or my tongue on you one more time."
"Please, give me the cock."
"You're not queer, Mistress. You're simply appreciating the perspective of taking your pleasure where you can get it, and tonight it was me. You've experienced the dilemma of the sex slave. I'm so fucking horny all the time and I need to cum and sometimes, a woman is all I have, like you tonight. I'm sorry Master won't fuck you, but we do have some spectacular cocks coming over on Monday. Jerry is maybe the longest, not quite Marcus territory, but slightly longer than Master, and fatter too. He's black and a good looking stud."
"He's the one who punished Lisa?"
"Yes. Master invited him for supper one evening to thank him for helping out at work when my slavery started so Master could spend more time with me. Master offered him one of his slaves for the evening and he took Lisa, I think because he felt weird about taking Master's wife, but he fucked me our last poker game."
"Like I was offered you," Sarah said, holding my hand.
"Yes, Mistress. I regret to say I felt bad you chose me because I thought I wouldn't cum at all this evening. I wished Lisa to have you, even though she hasn't had any cock since lunch. Really, it was her turn with Master anyway, but I wanted so bad to cum tonight, so I'm extremely thankful you were willing to play together."
"Scott told me before he called you in for your punishment that he was going to offer me one of you. He said it was important to him that his slaves enjoy their slavery as much as he or I did. He said it didn't make any difference how I arranged for your pleasure, but to ensure you had some. I admit to being scared to be with another woman. I don't know why. Afraid I might like it and it would mean something other than you say it does. I'm not sure. It was selfish to ignore your pleasure and I'm sorry I did earlier, but I didn't know how. I thought I'd have to do the same thing you did, and I wasn't ready. Even tonight, I had to slowly work up to it, but you made it easier for me, and I thank you. I hope I did right by you."
"Oh, Mistress. I enjoyed every moment. I knew you didn't really want to fully reciprocate, but you made an effort and did all you could to make me feel good. I'm happy now you picked me. It was wonderful."
"Thank you. So tell me more about these men on Monday."
"After the poker game, Jerry purchased my cunt, Master my ass and Ron was in my mouth. My first triple penetration. It was extraordinary. Ron is Regina's husband. He has an average cock and he was so horny he climaxed within four minutes in my mouth. Thankfully, Master and Jerry lasted much longer and turned my pussy and ass to jelly."
"You had a foursome?"
"Airtight, Mistress. That was me as long as Ron lasted. I think he came so quickly because Regina cock blocked him and he'd only cum once all night. Then we have Rob and Edward Strong, twins, and I'm referring to their cocks as well. They're the thickest of the group. As fat as Marcus is, though not as long. Chen is maybe six inches long, on the thinner side, but he gets erections so quickly and recovers fast after cumming. I'd be willing to bet he could fuck you four times in an hour. Regina brought a vibrating strap-on and she purchased Gwen's ass and Lisa's mouth. Gwen came hard when she fucked her ass. Regina was the big winner. She could have purchased my ass and mouth both, she had that much money left, but instead, I got my first triple."
"What about your parents. Your Master told me they're all coming over too. Do you think you might be having sex with them?"
"I hope not, Mistress. I couldn't bear the thought of serving my family. It's too horrible to contemplate."
"What do you do? Call time and give up the slavery?"
"I pray it doesn't come down to that, Mistress. I've loved my slavery more than I ever thought possible. I don't want to give up a minute of it, but incest; I could never do it. I'm going to feel extremely humiliated just being naked in front of them."
"So you think I'd be able to fuck one of the guys?"
"I'm sure you could, Mistress. Even if you're not a slave, there will be time before the poker starts where someone would be available. I'd stay away from Ron, the married guy. There seemed to be a lot of tension between him and Regina. It doesn't look promising for their marriage, but there are four extremely eligible men you could fuck without question. Hell, it sounds like my Dad and Lisa's are both fair game too, as surprising as it is to hear me say that."
"How would you feel if I fucked your father?"
"It sounds like Master is going to let them fuck someone. Why not you, Mistress? I've fucked you."
"Yes, you certainly have, and all this talk of fucking and nice big cocks has made me horny again. Would you mind if we...?"
"Not at all, Mistress. I'm ready to cum again, too. What would you like me to do?"
"Could you get in a sixty-nine with me again?"
"You're the Mistress. I'm at your disposal. Just tell me what to do."
"I want you to sit on my face and then start licking my cunt. And make me beg to cum again."
I laughed. "Your wish is my command, Mistress, but I must warn you that I don't have any more sheets for this bed until I do laundry, so if you squirt again, we're going to be sleeping in your cum."
"Don't make me beg as long this time then," Sarah said, smiling.
I climbed over her body and we showed each other how much we love to cum.
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