070

SCOTT
I glanced at the screen instead of Dawn and saw she wasn't lying. Their hands were stroking each other, their pussies wet and flushed. I thought of reminding her she couldn't cum without permission, then remembered it was between six and midnight. They could fuck and cum all they wanted.
"She's a well trained slave, sir. She's got your whole cock in her throat. I'm so happy we chose well for you."
My entire cock is right. Her lips were caressing my balls I was buried so far in her throat. Julia's teasing and commentary had me harder than I had any right to expect given I'd cum twice already.
Dawn got in the act, pulling off my cock, a wet pole. "I'm going to put this fantastic cock in my hungry cunt. Get a close up of this for your slaves."
I adjusted the zoom and zeroed in on her pussy sliding down over my cock.
"Julia, you lucky girl, fucking this hunk for the last ten years. I hope you appreciate this cock," she moaned when I was all the way in.
"I appreciate his cock more than you know," Julia replied.
"Does Dawn have a nice, tight cunt, Master," Lisa asked.
I groaned at something Dawn was doing with her pussy, clinging like a glove as she rose up, then sliding down, cling, slide.
"Like you, Lisa," I moaned. "Apparently not enough cock the last few months."
"Fuck her, Master," Lisa said. "Fill that slave cunt with your cum."
I couldn't really do much fucking, holding the camera. Dawn would have to do the actual fucking, something she was perfectly willing and able to perform. Resting her arms on my chest, her bottom rose and fell, riding me hard, cumming, letting her audience know she was cumming, not her little secret. Julia and Lisa climaxed too, their fingers sliding through each others slick snatch, matching Dawn moan for moan. I could hardly believe I was holding a camera so my slaves could masturbate to their Master fucking some strange slave.
I was getting close, the unimagined eroticism of it making my balls churn. Tight twat, slippery sex, depraved audience; all doing their part to make me cum. Dawn shuddered through another orgasm, making her pleasure known, putting on a show for my wife and lover.
"Give me about fifteen seconds warning before you cum, sir," she whimpered. "I have a special video treat for your slaves."
I couldn't begin to imagine what she had in mind, but I could do as she requested. She managed to cum a third time before I realized the ride was almost over.
"About fifteen seconds now," I said, grunting gruffly.
She popped off my cock, her cunt dripping in her cum and she put her mouth over it, not covering me, but just above my dick, jacking my cream covered cock. She looked at the camera, her audience, and when I started to spurt, I shot into her open mouth.
Since she left her mouth open, much of it immediately dripped out, running over my cock, my balls, my belly, into my pubic hair; very little actually needing to be swallowed. Unwilling to stop there, she milked my cock, encouraging the last few drops to spill out, then lapping it with her tongue, like an ice cream cone. I heard Lisa and Julia cum again, but was unable to take my eyes off Dawn.
Drained to the last drop, she cleaned my slimy shaft, never taking her eyes off the camera, barely blinking, a show. Then she lapped up the sperm on my balls, holding them up for the camera so they could see her doing it, sucked the cum out of my pubes, licked it from my stomach, cleaning every drop of the mess she made, swallowing it all.
Finished, she licked her lips. "Did you enjoy the show, ladies?"
"Very much, Dawn, thank you," Julia said.
"I would very much enjoy you watching it in person," Dawn said.
"Maybe the next time we come there," Lisa said.
"I'll make you lick your Master's cum from my cunt," she said.
"Promises, promises," Julia said.
Dawn laughed.
"Anything else, slaves?" I asked.
Julia thought a moment. "Jack texted Lisa Sunday night after we texted you. We initially thought it was you texting Lisa. He's trying to get her to meet up with him. She told him no and his texts got quite rude and nasty. We blocked his number and after the OB appointment on Wednesday, we'll file the paperwork for a restraining order."
"How rude, how nasty?" I asked.
"Just shit calling her and me lesbian whores and the like. I assume he's tried contacting her since then, but since his number is blocked, we don't receive any of it. We saved the texts to show why we need a restraining order. He's such a stupid ass." Lisa was nodding in the background.
"I don't particularly care for his tone. You want me to send Ed and Rob Strong over to speak to him?" They looked like thugs even though they were fairly tame. It might cool him off.
"It shouldn't be necessary," Lisa said. "It sounded as if his new marriage isn't what it was cracked up to be and he's hoping I'll give him a return engagement. He'll get the message eventually I don't want him in my life again. The restraining order should take care of it."
"Be careful and let me know if he does anything else stupid?"
"Of course, Master."
"I'll be considering an appropriate punishment for your disobedience and let you know later what it will be."
"Yes, Master. Good night, Master. Thanks again, Dawn, for taking care of him for us."
"My pleasure, ladies, and I mean that sincerely," Dawn said, settling beside me again.
Everyone hung up, severing the connection.
"Who's this Jack guy?" Dawn asked, yawning.
"Lisa's ex-husband. He had an affair with a co-worker, divorced Lisa, married her. Sounds like happily ever after wasn't in his future."
"Sounds like a dick."
"Oh, no question. I never understood him. Had a beautiful, intelligent wife, who would do anything for him; left her for someone who's half the woman she is, though a little bit younger, and generally acted like an ass. I thought Lisa was better off without him, though she was pretty miserable after her divorce. Of course, being left for another woman doesn't do much for your ego and self image, and Lisa was always domestic and romantic, someone in love with the idea of love and being a wife and mother. When your dreams get shattered, even if it's the other persons fault, you feel like you're a failure. It wasn't until she joined us, she really perked up again, became the person she was before, because she's got two people to be a spouse to now."
"You love them immensely, don't you?"
"More than words can express," I said. "I want to hear the rest of the story about you, Chantelle, and Sam and what happened when you got here. What happened next, after Chantelle told Brianna how she wanted a different Dominant?"
"Brianna made Chantelle surrender her slave collar and cuffs. Chantelle asked if she could have a couple days on the estate to make arrangements to leave, call her parents, whatever. Brianna said she could, and tells the other slaves to say goodbye and everyone went up to Chantelle, hugged her, kissed her, including me. We all thought she was gone. Goodbyes said, she started to leave.
"Went all the way from the pool to the door, if you remember how far that is. No one says a word. It's like her final walk to the gallows. Brianna's done with her, Marcia says she's done with her. Sam can't say anything. He's afraid his marriage is in the crapper and he's going to let Chantelle walk away rather than further jeopardize his marriage.
"I had a big lump in my throat. I'd seen how much they cared for one another and I'd grown close to Chantelle in the three weeks I spent with her, fucking her, fucking this Joe guy with her. But I knew Marcia, too. Knew her before I met Chantelle. Liked her, liked Sam. It was all a fucking mess. Chantelle's almost gone when Marcia calls out to her that Chantelle hasn't been dismissed by all the Dominants yet, which was strictly true, because Marcia wasn't in slave mode, which on the Estate means you're a Master or Mistress. There's only two classes of people here, slaves and Doms.