A Taste of Slavery Ch. 56

When his hips were resting against her buttocks, he asked, "How you doing, Shasta? Is everything okay?"

"Everything good," she panted. "Fuck! I'm so full. Never been so full before. Just give me a minute. This feels so good. As soon as I start moving, you move. I cum quick. Scott, only thing I need now is your fat prick in my throat. You bigger than other cocks I sucked, so you might have to work to get it all in, but I can take it, so give me all of it, okay?"

"Every inch, Shasta. As much as you want."

I got on the front of the bed and touched the crown of my cock to her lips. They parted and I pushed in about four inches. She couldn't speak now, so I tried to pay attention to movements and sounds to ensure she was enjoying herself. About every fifteen or twenty seconds, I pulled out enough I knew she could breathe, then thrusting a little deeper. I could feel her swallowing to take more of me down, so knew she'd been practicing deep throating.

It was so strange to have her sucking my cock. I was always cautious with my female employees. I never wanted any of them to be concerned about their work environment. Then, she started working for Julia and Lisa and we'd learned what happened to her and we were so careful around her due to the trauma she'd undergone. Yet somehow, she'd had the strength to recover, find herself, get help, reaching the point where she might have sex with someone again. Today, she'd asked three men, two of them relative strangers, to give her an experience which might have been a nightmare nine months before. She was so strong.

Becoming comfortable with her triple penetration, Shasta slid further down the two poles splitting her backside, grinding against the two cocks impaling her. Recognizing this as a sign she was ready for more, Sam and Bill began withdrawing and thrusting in concert with one another. As she'd predicted, she orgasmed right away with their first forceful prod deep inside her. She was moaning frantically around my cock as she was seized with a massive climax, which further opened her throat for my next push. Their next mutually powerful drive pushed her up the bed and all the way on my cock. She gurgled, so I pulled out enough for her to grab another lungful of air.

From then on, we toyed with her, all three impaling her at once some times, other times, plunging into her one, two, three and pulling out the same way so only one cock was ever buried in her body at the same time. She was cumming often and hard, stretched wide on three shafts and loving it. Bill had been fucking her the longest and was the first to cum, groaning as he bucked into her cunt, loosing his seed in her. Sam was only a few seconds behind, Bill still pulsing when he rammed deep in her ass and released. They still hadn't gotten soft enough to leave her body when my own salty cream flowed over her tongue.

Our spasms ended, we collapsed on the bed in a loose tangle, panting hard.

"Sweet Jesus, Scott. Your slaves were right. That was the best damn fucking I ever had. It seemed I was cumming continuously. Do you boys think you have the energy to do that again? I wouldn't mind trying that again with a different man in each hole."

"If we have a some time to recover," Bill said. "I'd be willing to oblige you."

"Me too," I said. "Slave, don't you have some clean up to take care of. Your Mistress is messy."

Shasta had cum leaking out of her pussy and ass. Having Sean clean it up other men's cum from his Mistress would take him down a peg or two and rapidly reestablish his place. We needed it too, but I don't think any of us were the type to want a man to clean our cocks. I'd never gotten that type of vibe anyway. While Sean lapped at his Mistress's holes to tidy them up, I got wet washcloths for the other two. If they wanted Sean to suck their joints, they could ask. If they didn't, they had a way to clean themselves off. Shasta had done a nice job of cleaning me off after I climaxed in her mouth.

Sean did a good janitorial job, leaving nothing behind but his saliva. He'd tried to ingratiate himself by giving her another couple orgasms, but Shasta had pushed him away after one. At least none of us would have to sleep in a wet spot tonight.

As we rested, I asked how Shasta wanted to do the next one, since she was queen for the night.

"If it's all right with everyone, I'd like Scott in my cunt this time, Bill in my ass and Sam in my mouth."

"I know this is primarily a fuck job, Shasta, but would you be horribly offended if I kissed you and sucked on your breasts while we're fucking?" I asked. Something else which might get Sean's goat. Sometimes kissing is more intimate than fucking.

"More like making love, you mean?"

"Exactly."

"Would your wife be offended if I let you?"

"She wanted me to make this a wonderful experience for you," I replied. "If it makes it better for you, she won't be offended."

"I'd like that, Scott. Thank you for asking."

"Damn, I should have asked," Bill said, slapping his head.

"You can kiss me now," Shasta said, shyly.

Bill smiled at her and snuggled up to her in a close embrace. While they kissed, he ran his hands over her body, touching every intimate part of her. When his hand went between her legs and he suckled her nipples, she spasmed into another orgasm. Sean seemed very uncomfortable, both because he was fighting an erection in his cock cage and because his Mistress was ignoring him. He looked quite miserable.

"Oh, my. You're quite the kisser, Bill," Shasta panted, "though it seems you went a little beyond kissing."

"Sam," Bill said, "you want to take her for a spin."

"Don't mind if I do," he replied, lying down on the other side of her.

Shasta turned and began kissing Sam. While they kissed, Bill nibbled on the back of her neck and stroked her fine ass. It wasn't long before their manual attentions had her squirming in another climax. I love to see women orgasm. It's one of the most beautiful sights I know. I think the others felt the same. All three of us seemed ready to go again.

"I can suck your cocks to get you ready faster," Shasta said, panting harder.

Sam took her hand and placed it on his newly erect cock. "I think I'm good," he said.

Bill rubbed his cock head between her cheeks. "I believe I'm good to go as well."

Shasta looked at me. "Hey, I have no intention of delaying the party," I said, waving my wang at her. "One hard dick at your service. Move over."

She giggled. Shasta was usually so serious, so devoid of humor, it made my heart glad to see her giggling. As soon as they all moved, I plopped myself down in the middle of the bed, my shaft eager and ready.

"Is this for me?" Shasta laughed, running her hand up and down my prick.

"All for you. Every inch, for now, at least. You may have to release me to my slaves later, but I'm all yours for now."

She held my cock, kneeling over it, placed it at her pearly gates and sank down over me, wet and ready. I caressed her breasts, thumbing her taut, black nipples. She sighed contentedly. She looked back at Bill.

"I'm going to cum as soon as you start to enter me. You won't need to go as slow as Sam did last time."

"Slave, shouldn't you be preparing your Mistress for penetration?" Bill asked.

I pulled Shasta down for a kiss, bending her over, opening her back door. Sean started lapping her puckered opening. Bill was smearing some lube on his cock.

"That's enough, slave. Out of the way so I can fuck this beautiful ass."

Sean moved and pausing only long enough to ensure he was properly placed at the muscular ring of her rectal opening, Bill plunged right in, driving deep. Shasta spasmed, her cunt contracting in waves on my cock. Bill's prick so close next door increasing the tightness on me. I kissed her again until I saw Sam's shaft waiting above my face, then released her, telling her to suck. She grabbed Sam's cock and drew it to her mouth, opening wide to take him in. I continued to thumb the chocolate gumdrops of her nipples as she started riding our two cocks, sliding back and forth on our shafts, her clit grinding on my pubic bone.

Another choked moan as Sam's prick found the depths of her throat and she spasmed once more, tightening, releasing, tightening, repeat for more than a minute. Having all just cum, we took our time, enjoying the trembling spasms each time she orgasmed, over and over. I glanced at Sean, tears streaming down his face, suffering in Shasta's doghouse. I started thrusting harder, seeking my release, driving deep with each thrust, though I couldn't withdraw too far, grunting with each plunge. Bill was right with me, matching me lunge for lunge, filling her. Finally, with a growl deep in my throat, I froze, pulsing, pumping my seed as deep as I could. William gave another half dozen strokes before arching his back, driving deep and doing the same.

Shasta was cumming again, the fluttering clenches of her climax milking us for our cream, her own moans smothered by Sam's jetting cock. We lay, almost as if dead, Shasta softly sucking the remnants of Sam's cum, swallowing it, her throat working. The space inside her increasing as our cocks shrunk, sated. Slithering out of Shasta's leaking holes. Bill rolled off to the side, panting, allowing Shasta to move, no longer sandwiched between us. I was happy where I was. Sam got the washcloths this time while Sean started tending to his Mistress. She didn't even allow him make her cum this time, pushing him away when she felt sufficiently clean.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," he sobbed. "I won't disappoint you again."

"Who's in charge?" Shasta asked.

"You, Mistress, you're in charge."

"Who belongs to who?"

"I belong to you, Mistress."

"To ensure you don't forget it, I'm sending you back to the motel tonight while I spend the night with William and his slave. You going dry for the next week. I find my sex elsewhere."

"Please, Mistress, no. Don't send me away."

"You already forgetting who's in charge. Get out of my sight. Go sit on the bus and wait to go back."

"Yes, Mistress." Sean despondently left, dragging, hoping to hear her change her mind. She didn't.

"He obviously loves you," I said.

"He can adore the shit out of me as long as he remembers his place. I don't want no man in charge of me. I'm in charge of me. I don't want a boyfriend, I want a slave who do what I tell him. Reason I got one in the first place is so he do what I say when I say it. I may have to replace him if he insists on treating me like his girlfriend. Maybe I make him suck more cocks."

"If I might suggest we do this once more tonight," Bill said, "I'd like to do this with Evelyn. Shasta certainly enjoyed it and she isn't even a slave."

I looked at Sam and he winked at me. "I'm in," he said. "We can do my two tomorrow."

"You can count me in, but I need to say goodbye to my guests before they leave," I replied.

"I'll need a little time to recover. Perhaps some refreshments as we wait; maybe more Cristal would go down well. Shasta, would you like to accompany me?" Bill asked holding out his arm.

"Yes, thank you, kind sir. You're a gentleman for not running off as soon as you fuck me."

******

JULIA

We were about to leave the pool when Wendy called my name and came running up to me. She was just as attractive as Rhonda was and watching her run made my pussy tingle.

"What can I do for you, Wendy?" I asked.

She was breathing faster due to her run, making her breasts quiver. "I just wanted to say I appreciated the kind words you said about my sister. I know my family has been rough on her and I'm glad she has someone like you to love. It means a lot to me."

"She's very dear to me and I meant every word from the depths of my heart." I kissed her cheek and we started to move again.

"Wait! Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course," I said, shrugging my shoulders to the others to ease any impatience. "Ask away."

"What's it like to make love to a woman?"

Not the question I was expecting at that moment.

"That's not a question with a simple answer," I replied. "You're certainly at the right place to find out. Most of the women here are lesbians, or bi-sexual, and would be happy to answer that question, or even show you."

"I wouldn't know how to approach anyone to ask such a thing. I barely know anyone here except Rhonda."

"Well, all of Brianna's women have red ribbons on their collars and anyone of them would be happy to show you. Just tell them you're curious about what it's like." I smiled at her.

"If it's all right, I'd like you to show me."

"I promised Evelyn I would stay with her for awhile until she's comfortable with these gentlemen."

"Bring her along," Reneé said. "We can all kill some time with her while our Master's are fucking Evelyn."

"How old are you?" Jerry asked.

"I just turned nineteen last month," Wendy replied, shyly, trying not to stare at Jerry's obvious prick.

"Have you ever had sex before?" Chen asked.

"Kissing, petting, with boys mostly, though I did kiss a girl once."

"When you say petting, how far did that extend?"

Wendy blushed, hard to see from her complexion, but the attitude was clear.

"The boy had my bra off and was sucking on my nipples while he rubbed my pussy through my jeans," she whispered, eyes downcast.

"Did you touch his penis?" Chen asked.

"Only through his pants. I rubbed it until he climaxed," she whispered.

"Have you ever seen a naked cock before today?" Jerry asked.

She glanced quickly at his, incapable of not looking. "No," she whispered.

"What makes you think you're interested in women?" Jerry asked.

"I've always felt more attracted to girls, and cocks scare me, sir."

"Scare you how?" I asked, curious.

"They look so big and hard," Wendy said, "and look as if they'd hurt me."

She glanced at Jerry's prick again. His probably would hurt her the first time. Chen's would be the better choice for a virgin.

"Wendy," I said, and she looked at me, "we can show you what it's like to have sex with a woman, and you'll probably enjoy it because sex in all it's varieties feels good, but the only way for you to know if you're a lesbian for sure is to also have sex with a man so you can determine which is better for you. You say you're attracted to girls, but your only real sexual experience is with boys. Why would you have chosen a boy instead of a girl to make out with?"

"Partly my family. Everyone has given Rhonda such a hard time for being a lesbian, and I haven't wanted them to treat me like they do her. Partly, it's because the boys have asked me to go out, and no girl's ever asked me."

"Why haven't you asked a girl?" Reneé asked. "Surely you know some girls who were definitely into other girls? What about the girl you kissed?"

"It was a friend. We'd gone shopping together and had a wonderful time, laughing and talking up a storm. When I dropped her off at her house, I was overcome with the urge to kiss her. She was startled, and returned my kiss briefly, then stopped me, saying she could never do that again and if I was interested in a romantic relationship, she never wanted to see me again. Things have been tense between us since. I guess I'm not forward enough to ask anyone else on a date."

"You just asked me to have sex with you," I said. "Why me?"

"Well, it's not really a date, is it? You're married and you love my sister. It would just be sex and since you have sex with other women, including Rhonda, I hoped you wouldn't mind having sex with me."

"And if I wanted you to have sex with a man so you could decide which one you preferred, would you be willing to surrender your virginity tonight?" I asked.

"Whatever you decided, I'm ready to do."

We all looked at each other. "I'm not sure we should be having sex with a virgin," Jerry said. "It seems to me that your first sexual encounter should occur as a natural outcome of some sort of romantic relationship with someone and not just fucking them because you're curious."

Evelyn looked at Jerry with a newfound sense of respect.

"You don't want to fuck this gorgeous female because you think it would be wrong?" She asked

Jerry smiled down at her. "She's not old enough or experienced enough to know what she wants, unlike you, Mrs. Thornhill. I assume that despite your husband thinking you should fuck a black man or Chinese man, you wouldn't do it unless you wanted to experience it for yourself. You do have a safe word, don't you?"

"Yes."

"So as nervous as you might be about fucking me, you're curious yourself what it might be like to have my black cock thrusting into your lily white pussy?"

"Yes," Evelyn whispered.

"This child, and I'm not saying this because of your age, Wendy, I'm saying it because of your lack of experience; has barely been with anyone. Probably not anyone she was really excited about except for the girl she kissed who immediately backed her off. She's guessing what she might or might not want. Any sex she has with anyone tonight, male or female, would only be because she's curious, and not because she wanted to be with them, which should be a condition of the first time she has sex. It wouldn't be rape, because she is asking for sex, but I would consider it a type of abuse, taking advantage of an innocent."

Jerry bent over and kissed Wendy gently on the forehead. "Find someone you care about for your first sexual experience, Wendy. Don't have sex just to have sex. Have it because it's an outgrowth of how you feel about someone. Talk to Rhonda if you want to know what it's like to make love to a woman. She can tell you how she experiences it, but if you're truly interested in a girl, get a girlfriend, experiment with her."

"If all men were like you, Jerry, perhaps I wouldn't be afraid of being with one," Wendy said. "Might I ask a favor?"

"You may."

"Can I touch it? Your cock, I mean."

Jerry laughed. "Just a little," he replied.

Wendy reached out her hand and touched it. Of course, it jumped when she did. She pulled her hand back and looked at Jerry, who was smiling at her. "A little more if you want."

She wrapped her hand around it. It grew slightly, but she didn't pull away this time.

"It's warmer and smoother than I thought it would be, especially on the end."

"That's enough, Wendy. If you want to touch another one, find a nice boy your age."

She removed her hand. "Thank you. I'll think about your advice."

Wendy waved and went back to the pool.

Evelyn looked up at Jerry. "I'm not afraid of you anymore."

"I'm glad. You shouldn't be. Nice to know we're not all rapists and child molesters, isn't it?"

Evelyn smiled. "Yes, it is. I can hardly wait until you fuck me," she added.

"The feeling's mutual, Mrs. Thornhill., but be aware, it might not be much different from when your husband fucks you."

She laughed. "Doesn't mean I still don't want to fuck you both."

We reached Evelyn's room and I helped her pull down the covers on the bed.

"Can I start by sucking both of your cocks?" Evelyn asked. "Would you like me on my knees?"

"I never object to a good cock sucking," Chen said, smiling, "and on your knees is a good place to start."

"Are you good?" I asked Evelyn, smiling.

"Yes, very good, Julia."

"Then I shall play with Reneé and Janet," I said, "since you seem to be doing fine by yourself."

While I licked Janet and Reneé, Evelyn sucked Chen. He would be easy. He was shorter and thinner than her Master. She had no difficulty nor hesitation in taking him all the way in her throat. I don't know how many times Chen had climaxed today, but he easily lasted ten minutes before he released. Long enough for me to give Janet and Reneé two orgasms apiece.

Jerry's cock had shrunk some while Evelyn attended to Chen's needs, yet it was long and thick and most of all, it was black. She'd grown up with a racial bias against black people, feeling them somehow inferior to her, but she was on her knees before a black man, about to suck his cock. Presented with the reality of it, Evelyn hesitated. Then she reached out as timidly as Wendy had, and touched it, felt it move under her hand, swell and grow. I stopped licking Reneé and we watched Evelyn with her Master.