040
JULIA
As disappointed as I was Master wasn't sharing his cock with us tonight, Lisa and I were becoming very proficient at giving one another pleasure. Given our desperate need after wearing our Slave Trainer's all day, four orgasms took almost no time at all. I doubt Master was fully asleep before we finished. He informed us the following morning after his morning blow job we'd be wearing our Slave Trainer's again today, though we could wait until we returned from the gym. During our morning exercise, we discussed our lack of cock last night and what we might do to ensure we got plenty tonight. Fortunately, the gym was relatively unoccupied and we had some privacy for our conversation or quite a few people might have been shocked by the subject of our discourse.
"I was thinking we should give ourselves enemas every weekend," I told Lisa, "so Master can fuck our asses and we can suck him afterward. I would have said Saturday, but with our going out to dinner tomorrow night, I think today should be the day. Something light for supper and pounce."
Lisa laughed. "I think that's a marvelous idea. I'm with you, my sister."
"If Chen were to buy your house, how would you feel about him living next door since we've both fucked him?"
"Chen is quite polite. I do not see him making a big stink about it. Of all the men who've had us, he's the one most likely to ignore our continued slavery."
"I suppose you're right. Edward was the first person I sucked other than my husband during my marriage, but Chen was the first one I made cum during my first poker game."
"I remember. He climaxed all over your face, before you covered his cock with your mouth and swallowed the rest. It was very exciting and one of the reasons I asked to become a slave as well. You were very brave."
"I wasn't brave. I was scared as hell. I didn't know if Master was giving me a test or actually wanted me to suck other people off."
"Still, you did it."
"I sometimes wish now I hadn't. It wouldn't have been so hard on Master."
"If you hadn't, I might not be your sister slave now," Lisa reminded me.
"I did it because of the Slave Trainer, how desperate I was to cum. I can't believe I go for the whole day with it on now. Then, I couldn't bear it. Now, it's a regular part of my existence."
"Master is very clever. He knows how needy it makes us."
"We'd be needy anyway. I'm always wet and ready to fuck anymore. I don't need to be turned on. I'm always turned on. I'm not even sure if I possess an off switch. I could cum all day long without breaking a sweat."
"It's one of the things I most enjoy about being a slave," Lisa said, "how much I crave sex. Morning, noon or night, I'm always ready for it."
"I think my pregnancy makes it worse. If anything, I desire it more. Four times climaxing last night was a drop in the bucket. I could have cum a dozen times and it might not have been enough."
"Did your OB tell you when you need to stop?"
"She said as long as Master's careful, he can keep fucking me through the end of my pregnancy."
We went home and after giving ourselves enemas to cleanse our rectums for Master, put our Slave Trainers in before working on the new bed frame. All the pieces were cut and sanded. They still needed to be stained and varnished, but we were close to having everything ready to put together. We supposed it would be one of the things we'd be working on this weekend. Since we no longer had our previous bondage furniture. I was looking forward to its construction. There was nothing so exciting to me as being bound and unable to resist whatever Master had planned for me, from a spanking or whipping, to a fucking. Being displayed and sold was so arousing. Not knowing who would purchase you and then be fucking you. It might be the one thing I would miss from the beginning of my slavery - the anticipation of being sold to a temporary Master. I knew why the slaves at Brianna imagined why being sold would be such a turn-on. It was.
By the time Master came home, the combination of my Slave Trainer and the memories of being bound, displayed and sold had me in a dither. I wanted him to fuck me so much, I could hear my cunt squishing as I walked. Lisa was no better off. The scent of aroused slave permeated the basement while we worked. The fact we hadn't been fucked yesterday had doubled down on our arousal. Master noted it on his arrival, probably smelling us before he saw us.
"I have some slaves who seem quite ripe to me."
"Yes, Master," I agreed. "Both of your slaves are in critical need of a fucking. The lack of said fucking yesterday and with our Slave Trainers in all day since gym class have both of us ready to pop."
"You'll be pleased to know both of us underwent enemas today so we can suck your cock after you've fucked our ass," Lisa added. "We were hoping for sex before supper tonight."
"Sorry ladies, no can do. I skipped lunch today. I'm starving."
We both groaned grievously, though no one complained aloud. Doing so would only delay an orgasm for the one who complained, probably until tomorrow. We asked Master if he wanted a blow job while the other one set the table. He declined, saying it sounded as if he should save himself for the evening's festivities. While his words were welcomed since we both hoped to keep him very busy, it further delayed how long it would be before we tasted his cum.
We were eating light tonight as dinner tomorrow promised to be heavy; a chicken Caesar salad. Master didn't even feed one of us so there was no relief. By the end of supper we were squirming near uncontrollably on our chairs, so fucking needy by this time. If he'd even let us take the Slave Trainers out, it would be a blessing.
Supper over, Master said he'd like to watch TV for awhile. Lisa and I looked at each other in dismay, yet neither of us protested. We'd been wearing the damn Slave Trainers all week long and Master wanted to watch TV instead of fucking either of his two delectable slaves? He turned on the TV and we sat in front of him on the floor. I couldn't say for the life of me what we watched. I don't think Lisa could say either. He idly rubbed our heads, stroking our hair, caressing our faces, when all we really wanted was to have our breasts squeezed and caressed, our nipples pinched and twisted, and hard cock shoved hard into our cunts or asses. I was ready to scream in pent up frustration, but knew he was waiting for one of us to break. My legs were quivering from my need to cum, yet he ignored us.
"It's getting late and I'm awfully tired," Master said, yawning. "I think we should go to bed."
"To sleep, Master?" Lisa asked.
"Yes. I'm exhausted."
Fuck! I was ready to scream. One of us was going to have to take the hit or neither of us was going to get fucked tonight. I tried to be polite, couching it in the form of a plea, not an order.
"Master, your slaves are quite frustrated from wearing our Slave Trainers all day. Neither of us were fucked last night either due to the lengthy conversation following the poker game. We would find it very beneficial to have sex. At least one of us, Master, if it please you. I'm not demanding a fucking, you understand, merely asking if it would be possible, sir. Pretty please. At least fuck Lisa, sir."
"Or Julia, Master," Lisa added. "Either one of us, sir. I beg of you."
Master grinned at us. "I wondered who would break first," he said. "Of course, there will be a penalty imposed for breaking."
"Yes, Master, I understand. Shall I get The Enforcer or the whip?" I asked, willing to accept any punishment if only we could be fucked.
"Neither one," Master said. "The one who broke first must wear the Slave Trainer all day tomorrow, including while we're out to supper."
Fuck me! Shoot me now. Master had us over a fucking barrel. Lisa attempted to save me, bless her heart.
"Master, Julia only expressed what we were both feeling. It was only a matter of which of us would speak first. She beat me by mere moments. Please punish me instead."
"So noble, willing to take the punishment for each other. Okay. I tell you what. I'll punish you both. You will both wear Slave Trainers tomorrow."
Lisa didn't save me, she only extended the punishment to herself. If we'd have said nothing, would he have fucked us anyway, as unwilling to go without sex as we were? He sure jumped on quickly enough.
"However," Master added, "you'll only need to wear it when others are present."
At least we wouldn't be suffering all day long, only when others were present to observe our squirming and smell our arousal; lovely. At least one of us was getting fucked tonight, maybe both, since the punishment seemed to start tomorrow.
Master allowed us to remove the Slave Trainers when we got to the bedroom. We each had to clean the other one's off before placing them in the charger. I don't think I've ever seen it so coated in girl cum as it was today. We'd been wearing it for ten hours, except charging times, twice at thirty minutes apiece. Kept aroused but unable to cum all that time. It was thick with the stuff, but we were both used to girl juices by now and licked them clean, glad to have the damn things out of us.
When Master took his pants off, he looked painfully hard, for God knows how long. Maybe since we'd told him we'd cleansed ourselves for him. He would have fucked us anyway, so I spoke for nothing, playing a game of chicken which he won.
He chose Lisa to fuck first, her reward for not speaking first. As soon as Master entered her cunt, she screamed in ecstasy and climaxed, like the slave slut she was. I would too. I was no better, and maybe worse. Even thinking of Master penetrating my pussy had me close to orgasm. He fucked her for like five minutes in her cunt, giving her two more, then pulled out, aiming for her ass. She climaxed again as he popped through her anal ring, squealing like a stuck pig. Having nothing better to do, I lay on the bed with my head between Master's legs, licking and sucking his ball sack to speed his orgasm along. The quicker he climaxed in Lisa, the quicker he could fuck me. He only lasted another three or four minutes in her tight ass before he grunted and I could see wave after wave of cum spurting from his balls into her bottom, pulsing spasmodically with each burst. I waited only long enough for his orgasm to end before I pushed Lisa out of the way and sucked his shaft into my mouth.
The last time I'd sucked him ass to mouth, it had been my ass and my mouth. This time it was Lisa's and I didn't give a shit, meaning it in the literal sense of the word. His cock had the musky odor and earthy flavor of an ass fucking cock, but it hadn't even been up her that long and it was the reason we'd done the cleansing today. I gobbled his prick, sucking it to the back of my throat. He had no chance of going limp, I promise you that; no chance at all. I was determined to have him in me within the echo of his last grunt. I succeeded too.
Getting on my hands and knees, Lisa spread my bottom for Master to fuck. He slid into me easily, I was so ready, cumming as soon as he bottomed out in my rectum. Ass, cunt, it made no difference as long as it was filled. The good part of going second is I know Master will last longer than he did the first time. I may get a little less of his cum, but a lot more thrusting.
Since my mouth was otherwise unoccupied, Master had me suck the cum from Lisa's asshole. I rimmed her ass as well as Jerry did that first poker game I served, doing my best to extract every drop of Master's cum. She squealed in delight as my tongue dipped through the rubbery rim and searched for it. Her sphincter was bathed in my saliva before I finished, glistening in the light. I climaxed four more times as he fucked my ass. When Master emptied himself in me, Lisa sucked on his cock, hoping for a rerun. We'd waited too long. Master really was tired this late, while waiting for our surrender. Too bad, he still hadn't been in my cunt yet. Master extended one final courtesy before he closed his eyes. He told us we could get each other off as much as we wanted, as long as we did it in another room.
"I'll get the strapless," Lisa said softly, rising from the bed.
I kissed Master. "Thank you, sir," I whispered.
Lisa and I went into another bedroom and fucked each other until three in the morning, then licked each other into tired comas, still snuggled up to each others cunts when we dropped off, never bothering to go back to bed. I hadn't felt so sated since Labor Day, the only good thing to come of our wearing the Slave Trainers for a week.