A Taste of Slavery Ch. 59

It's when the tables were reversed that Shasta got her revenge. She still had to lick Regina, but Regina had to lick her too, and Shasta's cunt was drenched in cum. She made Regina take the bottom in a sixty-nine and almost sat on her face before it started. Shasta kept squeezing out Edward's cream, rubbing it all over Regina's face, squeezing out more and repeating. She never stopped pleasuring Regina the whole time, keeping up her end of the sale, but any comparison of the two faces was laughable.

White stuff was smeared all over Regina's face, from neck to forehead and ear to ear, some of it Shasta, a lot of it Ed. I don't know if Ed had ever given Regina a facial before, but Shasta sure gave her one.

The timer ended it and Shasta got off Regina, then turned around, and gave her an open mouthed kiss, perhaps letting Regina taste herself.

"That was a lot of fun, Regina. We need to do that again sometime," Shasta said.

Ed and Rob were clapping. There were many reasons they might have been clapping, but I couldn't help feel it was somewhat disrespectful. It might also have been they enjoyed seeing Regina lick cunt and cheering for that. I suspected Regina might want an explanation eventually. I can't claim to know how their minds worked, except it often worked together, one understanding the other perfectly.

Rob sat down and Rhonda rewarded him for his purchase, sucking him dry in less time than I expected. Shasta and Master talked, but I had no clue what they were discussing.

Now it was time to break up. Sandra got ready to leave with Chen, and I had to leave with Jerry.

Master hugged me and kissed me. "Be a good slave. I want to hear nothing but good reports about your performance tomorrow."

"I'll make you proud, Master," I replied.

"I know you will."

I wasn't going to make the same mistake when he arranged for my many fuckings before our bonding.

"Am I to be allowed to cum while I'm gone, sir, or will I be punished when I come home tomorrow?"

Master laughed. "I'll leave it up to Jerry if you're allowed to cum."

"Thank you, Master."

I said goodbye to Lisa and Rhonda, asking them to look after Lucas while I was gone. I couldn't help saying goodbye to Shasta either, whispering, "I loved what you did. Good job, Mistress." She smiled back at me.

I got dressed and got into the back seat of Jerry's work truck, which he'd driven from Los Angeles. His clothes and other items were in the back seat with me. He must have had Reneé waiting at the curb when he picked her up because he hadn't dropped anything off. I knew Reneé was a horny little slut right now. She was more bereft of sex when her Master was gone than I was, since I had two other slaves to keep me satisfied. Reneé had her cum breaks at lunch and whatever else her Master might allow her, which wasn't much given how desperate she was at lunch.

As soon as we reached the house, both slaves stripped down. I asked Jerry if he was going to let me cum tonight. He laughed and said we could both cum as often as we wished. Knowing how miserable Reneé had to be, I suggested Jerry fuck his own slave before he worried about me. I even got in a sixty-nine with her with me on the bottom, licking her clit while Jerry fucked her, sliding through her slave slit. Jerry had cum often enough tonight he was able to throw her a good long fucking before he spasmed. I know Reneé climaxed a half dozen times at least before Jerry orgasmed. I climaxed often as well. Reneé was a good cunt licker.

"Mmmm," Reneé said, "I needed that so bad. Thank you, Julia." Her Master was still pulsing in her pussy.

"I know how I am when Master's gone," I said. "I even have sister slaves to pleasure me. You have no one. It was the least I could do."

Jerry pulled out, his shaft slithering out like a snake, pearly cum dripping with it. I captured his cock so I could clean him before he messed the bed. A few seconds with him and then I did the same for Reneé, capturing their cum as it leaked from her pussy. I gave her two more orgasms in the process, to make up for his week long absence.

"I need to take a shower," Jerry said. "Join me, slave," to Reneé. "How about you?" Jerry asked me.

"I had a shower after work and haven't gotten messy yet, sir," I smiled. "Until now, I haven't even cum since lunch."

"We'll have to fix that soon, won't we?"

"Please, sir. I'm looking forward to your big cock fucking me."

"Don't you mean my big black cock?" Jerry laughed.

"Black is self evident, Master."

"Big isn't?"

"Not at the moment, Master," I said, pointing to his shrunken appendage, "but I'm sure Reneé and I can remedy that deficiency before it's needed."

Jerry laughed and they went to take a shower. I straightened the bed, pulling down the covers, then getting my toothbrush from my purse, brushed my teeth, using some of their mouthwash. I went back to the bedroom and lay down to wait. They soon joined me, Jerry looking more Jerry like and Reneé drying her hair with a fluffy towel.

"Do you have any suggestions of how you wish to be fucked?" Jerry asked.

"As your slave has been without almost any sex while you've been gone, sir, I would gladly enjoy pleasuring her while you fuck me from behind. Would you like me to get you prepared?"

"I'll be fine once I see you two playing with one another. You get started. I'll join in when I'm ready."

"Yes, sir. Reneé, if you'll lie on the bed, I wish to send you to heaven."

Reneé got comfortable, parting her legs. Even now, dampness glistened on her pussy and it wasn't all water from the shower. I took my time, being in no particular rush. I did everything I could to bring her along slowly, but bring her off big. When she had her first, post shower, orgasm, I felt Jerry lift me to my knees, pushing my legs apart and it was only seconds before I felt him shove his lovely cock straight up my cunt. I orgasmed immediately, having been ready for sex for hours. Just as I'd taken my time with his slave, he took his time with me, fucking me ever so slowly, using every inch of his dick to stroke my needy cunt. It took five more minutes before I had my second, and another four before the third, since he was still taking his time.

"Fuck me, sir," I moaned, neglecting Reneé's slave cunt for the moment. "Fuck me hard and fuck me deep. Give me your cum."

I returned to my task as he drove deep inside me, letting me feel every millimeter of his strong shaft shredding my pussy, turning it to a liquid puddle. Two strokes like that and I orgasmed again. Six more and I was shuddering, pinioned on his prick as waves of pleasure swept through me, one after the other. He pounded me hard for five more minutes before he slammed into me one last time and his prick pulsed inside me, flooding my pussy. He throbbed inside me, bathing me with cream. When he pulled out, I turned and was on him like a shot, sucking his cock clean. I felt Reneé's tongue delving inside my still frizzing cunt to do the same for me, cumming again.

"Damn," Jerry said, "I think that's done it for me. It's been a long hard week and it's late and I need a little sleep."

"Master, would you mind if Reneé and I continue our activities? We can leave the room if you think we'll disturb you."

"I don't think a bomb going off could disturb me," Jerry said. "Go right ahead."

So as Jerry settled into sleep, Reneé and I continued to pleasure one another for another hour. We were both near exhaustion ourselves and were cuddled together lightly kissing before sleeping.

"Does Jerry like to be awakened in the morning with a blow job," I whispered in her delicate pink ear, nibbling a bit.

Reneé shivered, then replied, "Fairly often, though he likes to be well rested when it happens."

"I only have until about 9:30 to take advantage of his cock. I think we might have to wake him earlier than he expects."

I nuzzled a berry tipped breast. She shivered again. "As long as I get another fucking from it, why the hell not," she whispered.

We settled into sleep.

******

Around seven, I stretched, looking at my watch. Jerry has had enough sleep, I thought. He's got all fucking week to sleep and I'm losing my Master again on Sunday.

He was lying on his back, lightly snoring, his legs open and his snake draped across a muscular thigh. As sneaky as a mouse in a room full of cats, I slipped down to his prick, breathing lightly on it. I stuck my tongue out and licked lightly from stem to crown. He stirred, but didn't wake up. I gathered just the tip of his cock into my mouth, not licking, not sucking, just holding him inside in the wet warmth. I felt him start to swell, so slowly, probably not even aware he was, still asleep. He grew bigger and bigger, occupying more of my mouth which I was keeping still, breathing through my nose. Finally, I couldn't help myself and nudged Reneé awake with a foot, then sucked my way down his shaft.

"What the fuck," Jerry said groggily, then realized there was a slave attached to his dick.

I moved back up, sucking lightly, then down, swirling my tongue around the veins on his cock.

"Jesus, Julia," he moaned, "What time is it?"

"After seven, sir," I answered, before lowering myself down his dick again. Reneé was finally struggling awake and seeing me with her Master's shaft enveloped, moved between his legs to caress and suck his sack.

Jerry might still be tired, but as erect as he was becoming now, there was no way someone wasn't getting fucked and we all knew it. Since he was hard enough, I simply mounted him, sliding down his pole like it was greased. It wasn't, but I was.

"Renee, why don't you let your Master taste that delicious cunt I licked last night."

She looked to him for permission and he finally said, "Why the hell not."

I rested my hands on his broad chest and started riding him hard. Reneé swung a leg over Jerry's face and leaned forward a little so she wouldn't smother him then settled into position over his mouth. Since we were both leaning towards one another, I kissed her, tasting her soft lips which had given me so much pleasure last night. She reached between us and cupped a breast, flicking her thumb over my taut, plump nipple. Oh, I moaned. Embedded on a wonderful cock, kissing a lovely girl and having my milk swollen breasts played with.

Reneé must have agreed with the pleasure of it. Jerry was practically slurping, attempting to keep up with Reneé's liquid flow. I waited until I'd had two orgasms and since Jerry hadn't cum yet, told Reneé to switch with me. In a heartbeat, she was riding his mighty staff and he was licking at my puffy, pouting pussy.

I leaned forward to suck Reneé's nipples, and she climaxed a second time, then a third. So did I, although Jerry could probably use a couple cunt licking lessons. Jerry's groans were becoming deeper and his thrusts more frantic, so he was close to cumming.

"After your Master cums," I said, "just fall backward on the bed and I'll clean you both."

"Yes," she whimpered.

Within a minute, Jerry arched his back, thrusting upward and pumped a night full of cum into his slave, who continued riding him to another orgasm. As he started shrinking, she fell backward. I leaned forward to clean his prick while he continued licking my folds, then further forward, to clean his slave, her quim still quivering as her orgasm abated. I lapped at their discharges, gathering all on my tongue. He could no longer reach me, so lay there panting, finally able to draw a full breath. Knowing time was slipping away, I slid backward, taking his cock into my mouth again, hoping for another erection before we had to start the day.

I achieved my goal, feeling him swelling, engorge with blood, raising the flag again instead of surrendering.

"What's gotten into you?" Jerry panted.

"I'm about to lose my Master for another week, sir, and he's mostly fucking Lisa, so she can get pregnant. I need more cock."

"I would have thought you had enough last Saturday to last a month."

"It merely whet my appetites, Master."

"Fuck," he growled, spinning me onto my back and taking me, driving deep in a single thrust. I orgasmed, moaning.

"Ride this slave's mouth," Jerry said, "keep her from making so much noise."

"Yes, Master," Reneé giggled before covering me with her silky folds. My tongue slithered deep inside her slick tunnel, the velvety soft flesh melting before my oral assault. She spasmed, cumming, soaking my face. I continued lapping at her tangy sweetness, hints of Jerry's salty cum still hidden deep inside her. We both climaxed many more times before I felt Jerry throbbing inside my cunt.

He pulled out, finally allowed to shrink and Reneé abandoned her station on my face, leaving me damp in her fluids.

"I'll need a shower this morning," I said, laughing. "I feel quite messy now."

Jerry pulled us both up into his arms, kissing first one, then the other.

"I can see why Scott enjoys multiple slaves," Jerry said. "This is very enjoyable."

"For me as well," I said. "I greatly enjoy pleasuring your slave."

"Let me ask you a question," Jerry said, stroking my hair. "Do you really like being shared with other men?"

"I do, sir. It converges with some of my deepest and most erotic fantasies. I began this journey because Master noticed me reading reverse harem novels. Are you familiar with them?"

"Yes, he discussed it when he first talked to me about what you were doing."

"They strike a deep chord with me. To be put in submission and submit to men who desire to master me and put me in chains. Perhaps I'm partly exhibitionist, because I'm as aroused as I can be when I'm placed on the auction block and inspected by potential buyers like a piece of meat, not knowing who will purchase me and what they'll do to me once they own me. Master was willing to fulfill those fantasies for me for a period of three weeks. I loved it. I adored it. I wanted to keep going forever. But it was hard on Master to watch. I understand, because I still feel something every time he fucks another woman. So when he said he couldn't do it anymore, I would have sacrificed it all to be with him, and when he said, I could continue in my submission as long as I only had sex with other women, I was willing. My husband was more important than submission and submission was more crucial than fucking other men. That's the order in which I hold them in regard. I love my husband very much and above all men, I wished to be with him, and then, to submit to him. If given a choice of remaining his slave and not being with any other men, I choose to remain a slave and fuck him only.

"But I've heard you tell Scott many times that you don't need other men?" He asked questioningly.

"I don't need other men, sir, but I do want them. Need and want are not the same. If he's willing to share me with other men and permit me to remain his slave, I will happily fuck anyone he allows me to. In some ways, it's probably best he has control over me as I'm unsure how in control of myself I'd be if he were not."

"Can you tell me why you enjoy it so much?"

"When you first fucked me, Master, was it exciting to you; increase your enjoyment, knowing you would be fucking your bosses white wife? More exciting than just picking someone up in a bar?"

"Yes. It was very arousing," Jerry admitted. "Strange, but very exciting."

"It was the same for me, sir. I knew you, knew you were one of my husband's best friends and he was going to let me fuck you while he watched. I was as aroused as you by the experience, the newness, the strangeness of it; my first black man. Every time I'd see you again, we'd both know you'd fucked your bosses wife, made her cum on your cock. You know how wet I was when you touched me. And when I was made to service the poker players and sold afterward, I knew everyone of Master's closest friends would have seen his wife suck their cock and the cocks of his other friends and every time I saw all of you again, they would know, and I would know, what a little slut slave I was. I was both afraid to be so used and humiliated, and freed by it. When there's nothing left to hide, and all is exposed, you truly know who you are, and I am without question, a slave.

"I no longer have any shame at fucking a total stranger or being the subject of a train while my friends and family watch. I am a slut who wants nothing more than to feel another cock in her cunt or lick another pussy at the behest of the Master who controls me. Master has finally realized my desire for other cocks is no threat to him or his happiness. I am his and will always remain his, no matter who I have sex with. My love for and submission to my Master cannot be altered. As long as he desires my submission, he shall have it. I will ensure I will be the best submissive I'm capable of being. If he requires I give up sex for a month to prove myself to him, I will. If he wants me to give you and your slave the greatest possible pleasure I can, I will. It inflames me, excites me, arouses me, to be used by others, just as it excited you to fuck your bosses wife."

"Do you feel the same way, Reneé? Would you like to fuck other people as much as Julia?"

"I feel much the same way, Master, although I can see she's gone beyond the point where I see myself. Something different on occasion would be appreciated. Having all of my holes filled at once would be nice. I don't want it every day, but as a change, yes, I'd enjoy other cocks."

"Why do you want it? Aren't I enough for you?"

"Master Jerry, sir," I said, "the better question might be, isn't your slave enough for you? This woman has submitted to your will, agreed to marry you, given you control over her sex, including whether it is even allowed her or not, whether she can cum or not when she's fucking, and if she'll be punished for disobedience. She has willingly surrendered much of who she is to your control. She openly lets you fuck other women, including one you purchased last night, even though you hadn't fucked her for a week. She let you fuck Mrs. Thornhill without a word of protest. But except for the cum break you've allowed her at work, how many times has she been allowed to cum while you were gone, a fucking needy slave like myself who craves fucking? Has she even been allowed to masturbate to ease her torment?"

Jerry didn't answer.

"Or let me put it another way, sir. You met Reneé at our Memorial Day party. Were you surprised or offended when she was fucked by most of the men there? Did the method of your meeting make her seem like 'soiled goods' who you'd never deign to look at again? No, sir. You did not. You were excited by her, aroused by her, enchanted with her, wanting to accept her as your slave, once she determined permanent submission was right for her. Yet the same thing that aroused you and drew you together in the first place is somehow wrong now? She can't be the sexual creature released on that day because it might offend or bother you? That she might enjoy a different cock?"

I held his hand, squeezing it, then his cock, not squeezing.

"I love Master with every fiber of my being. I cum dozens of times a day having sex with him. I'm not disappointed in how he fucks me. It doesn't mean I don't want to feel this cock in me," holding Jerry's cock up, kissing it, "that he is somehow not good enough for me because I enjoy the same variety I allow him to enjoy. Every time he fucks Lisa, or Rhonda, or Zoe, or Dawn, or Shasta is not a measure of how much or how little of a woman I am. It's an indication that he loves women and wants to enjoy all the little distinctions that make us different from one another. If your slave wants to feel another cock inside her, it's not that she's somehow disappointed in your prick; only that it's a different prick and the person who possesses it is different and will feel different and fuck different and hold her different and kiss her different than you do. If she was disappointed in you as a man, would she want to walk down that aisle with you and bear your children, suffer your hand on her burning ass, or allow you buy another slave for the night like she did last night? Indeed, it seems to me she thinks so highly of your almighty prick that she feels you can satisfy both of us. That seems to me, to be someone who finds you more than enough for her, and just because she would be happy with a little variety, doesn't make it any less true."