035

She was breathing hard, huge gulps of air. "Holy fuck," she panted. "That was wonderful. Your commentary kept me quite engaged, Julia."
"Monsieur, I would like this for myself," Chantelle said, pulling out of Marcia's bottom.
"I'll need a moment to rest," Sam replied. "That was quite draining. I think with you, I'd like the vibrator in your cunt while I fuck your ass; see what that's like."
"Whatever you want, Monsieur."
Lisa stopped fucking Evelyn, pulling out of her now her Master was done. She was panting as well. The strapless was quite effective in giving sluts such as ourselves orgasms.
"Chantelle," William said, "perhaps you could open a bottle of 2003 Latour Bordeaux I have in my room and give everyone a small glass while we rest?"
"Your $3,000 dollar bottle of wine, Monsieur William?"
"Yes, please."
"Oui, Monsieur." Chantelle left to do as requested.
"Master Bill," I asked, "what's the difference between a $3000 dollar Bordeaux and a $100 Bordeaux?"
"You mean besides the price?" Bill replied. "The actual quality may not be thirty times better, but it's usually better and the other factors affecting price include age and rarity. A 2003 is actually seventeen years old already, which increases rarity as the vintage is sold and used, but you will probably notice more smoothness than in a $100 Bordeaux's. This particular wine has aromas of blackberry, licorice, currant, and minerals. It is well refined, which gives it a long finish. Rich in color and low acidity, but it is also very sweet and utterly seamless. It feels like liquid velvet to your palate, and leans more toward a sexy type of feel, rather than an intellectual feel. Sliced black truffles, sweet leather, chocolate, and mint, make this wine rich and intense inside your mouth."
"All of that means very little to me. I have no idea what a sexy type feel or intellectual feel of wine on your palate means, or long finish."
"Don't worry about words. If you don't notice a difference in the taste, it makes no difference between the different prices. You should like the taste of this though."
"How does it taste with cum, Master Bill?" Lisa asked.
William laughed. "I don't know. That's the first time anyone has ever asked that question."
"Slaves need to ask it," Lisa said.
Sam's cock had finally slid out of Marcia's cunt and she'd recovered enough from her intense orgasms to clean her Master. I offered to clean her pussy as between her multiple orgasms and Sam's, it was quite messy. He granted his permission and I lapped at their combined fluids through another climax for her. Lisa took the both vibrators and washed them thoroughly, then placed them on the chargers. By the time I was finished, Chantelle had returned with a tray with seven glasses. Two of the glasses contained slightly more wine for the Masters. The remaining five went to the slaves.
I took a sip and it was smooth and delicious. "It tastes quite good with cum," I said, drawing a spate of laughter from everyone.
We chatted about this and that, including the wine, Bill trying to explain the nuances of wine to us. I didn't understand most of it, but it was good, and it didn't really matter.
Refreshed, Sam thought it was time to go again. I asked Evelyn if she wished to be triple penetrated after Chantelle. She looked to her Master for permission like a proper slave. He nodded yes to her unspoken question, so she said yes.
"Why don't you be the bottom this time," I said, "since Sam wants to fuck his slave's ass."
She eagerly agreed. I inserted one of the refreshed vibrators in her pussy and showed her where the on/off button was.
"Don't turn it on until Chantelle mounts it," I said. She nodded.
Chantelle climbed over and slowly sank down the stalk springing from Evelyn's cunt. They kissed. Evelyn reached for and found the button and turned it on. Chantelle moaned. "Va-moi, Monsieur. Fuck mon cul."
"Will you lube me, Julia? My slave wants me to fuck her ass."
I smiled and nodded. As with Marcia, I lubricated Chantelle's bottom and Sam's prick. I parted Chantelle's ass cheeks so Sam could slide into her rectum as the muscular ring surrendered to the pressure he exerted.
"Mon Dieu, exquis!" Chantelle exclaimed when Sam was fully seated in her bottom.
Sam having found his seat, William placed his prick at Chantelle's lips and she opened her mouth to accept him. In no time, she was cumming, gurgling on Bill's dick. Seeing she was adequately taken care of, I offered to fuck Marcia with the other vibrator.
"You haven't had an opportunity to cum yet. Wouldn't you like to be fucked instead?" Marcia asked.
"Master wished us to serve you, Marcia. Besides, I'll cum from my end of the strapless."
"Then let me lick Lisa while you fuck me," she said. I was perfectly happy to let Lisa enjoy pleasure so I readily agreed.
Lisa lay down beside Evelyn and parted her legs for Marcia. Marcia knelt between her legs and when she began licking Lisa, I pushed into her puffy slave pussy and turned on the vibrations. Soon, all but the men were cumming. They were working up to it.
"You have the most beautiful clamshell cunt, Marcia," I said. "Your clit peeks out and your inner lips are barely visible when you're aroused. You have such a lovely, prominent mound. And you taste so good. I think I could lick your pussy for hours."
Marcia's mouth was busy but she moaned and wiggled her bottom in appreciation for my words.
Plunging into her cunt, staring at her perfect bottom, I was reminded again how lovely she was. If anyone had a more perfectly beautiful bum, I didn't know who it was. She rivaled the great asses of Hollywood. Master would love fucking this slave from behind.
"Your ass is perfect too. I don't believe I've ever met a more gorgeous woman. I would easily call you a perfect ten."
Sam said, "Marcia has a hard time appreciating herself. It seems she only sees the flaws when she looks in a mirror."
"What flaws?" I asked.
"Exactly," Sam laughed. William joined in.
Since I was gazing at her lovely cheeks, I decided to play with the flawlessness. I began running a finger up and down the crease. Her pucker had returned to normal; a tight, brown, starred bullseye winking at me every time she climaxed. The lube lying beside me on the bed still, I dripped a couple drops on the rosebud. Every time she orgasmed, I slid a long slim finger inside her excellent posterior to extend her pleasure. She mewled in Lisa's pussy.
Chantelle was cumming almost as much as Marcia had in similar circumstances. Despite her surrendering to her orgasms on a regular basis, she managed to keep sucking Bill's cock. Since Evelyn was below Chantelle, she had a close up of her husband's cock disappearing in Chantelle's mouth, back and forth. Once again, Sam was the first man to cum. The tight confines of Chantelle's ass along with the vibrations going on right beside it being too much to hold out long. He stopped briefly as his cum filled his slave's ass, then continued fucking as long as he could maintain an erection until Bill groaned and released in Chantelle's mouth. Since everyone else was stopping, I stopped as well.
"Kiss me," Evelyn said to Chantelle, still breathing hard from her sexual exertions.
Chantelle leaned down and kissed Evelyn, letting her taste her husband's cum.
"Thank you," Evelyn said. "You're so kind to me after I was so horrible to you."
"How were you horrible to Chantelle?" I asked.
"Simple prejudice," Evelyn said. "I thought blacks were less intelligent, less clean, more criminal than whites. Lack of knowing any personally, primarily, living in a white bubble. Chantelle's family invited everyone on the cruise to come to their house in Guadeloupe for a big homecoming dinner. I thought of Chantelle as nothing more than a servant, her family as living in a shack, utterly beneath me. I refused to go. I was horrid and beastly. It's when I was still a nasty bitch before I began my slavery. Now, I feel only shame for my behavior. Chantelle has been far more gracious to me than I deserved."
Chantelle kissed her again. "The important thing is you've learned, Evelyn. You're no longer that person. I'm honored to be your friend now."
Everyone was disengaging, disentangling. I got a warm, wet, washcloth to clean Sam's cock. Marcia said the wine they had wasn't $3000 a bottle, but she'd crack one for the next rest period. She collected the goblets and left for the kitchen. She returned in ten minutes with the glasses refilled.
"I didn't keep track of who was using which glass," Marcia said, "but considering we're all fucking one another, does it really make any difference?"
"Not to me," I said, laughing, "my primary concern would be whether this wine tastes as good with cum as the last one."
The rest of them joined me. I spent a little more time learning about Chantelle's family in the Caribbean and whether they knew about her relationship with Sam and Marcia.
"They know I live with Monsieur and Marcia, but they don't know I'm in a subservient relationship to him," Chantelle said.
"She has a very stern father and several brothers," Sam said. "I'm unsure if I want them to know I spank or whip their daughter/sister. Might not come out well for me."
"Cindy knew we all lived together, but didn't know about our slavery or even her parents playing at BDSM until she came for Christmas," Lisa said. "I suppose we all have something we'd prefer everyone didn't know."
"Isn't it amazing what those things can be," Evelyn said. "When I was a bitchy, nasty, prejudiced, cheating wife, I didn't particularly care who knew. I only superficially acted like I didn't want Master to find out. I didn't think I was being that obvious, but I know now I was. I acted out those things every day, indifferent to my behavior. Everyone knew me and knew about my behavior. Now, I'm a more loving, balanced, kinder person and I worry who might know I'm a sex slave. Our parents still don't know. Master has been kind enough to keep it from them."
"I suppose all of our closest friends know about us now," I said. "Everyone coming tomorrow knows. In fact, I suspect Master is going to let all or as many who want to, fuck us tomorrow."
"You're kidding!" Sam exclaimed. "Scott? Why would you think that? Has he said something?"
Lisa looked surprised as well.
"He hasn't specifically said so, but it's been hinted at, sir," I said. "Everyone who's coming except for two people has fucked us in the last two weeks, including all of you. He told Lisa he was ready to have children with her and she said she'd come off birth control immediately, but Master told her to wait. He said we should expect to be well fucked this weekend."
"Aren't your parents coming tomorrow?" Marcia asked. "Are they the two who haven't fucked you?"
"They are coming, Marcia, but they aren't. Last Sunday, Lisa and I were both airtight with our parents. Only one slave hole is prohibited to our fathers. He says he wants to loosen our restrictions given we're so open to him with other women slaves. I think he's serious in trying to overcome his angst regarding us and other men."