My Descent into Slavery Ch. 09

I texted Master and asked him if I could get Hibbah and Fatima diamond earrings as wedding gifts. I told him he could buy Francesca and Belle their wedding gifts.

He texted back that I could, and I got Hibbah diamond and emerald earrings, though not nearly the size and quality of the ring Jake bought her. I got Fatima plain diamond studs, since she had a solitaire ring. They ended up being about a thousand apiece.

When the two of them finished their shopping, I gave Hibbah the earrings. "These are from Master, Sahar and me," I said. "You have to wait for the wedding to put them on. You'll see why when you open them up."

"Should I open them now?"

"If you want, or you can wait. Just don't wear them until the wedding."

"Open it up, Hibbah," Jake said. "Let's see what it is."

She smiled up at Jake and opened the box, seeing the earrings which matched her ring.

"These are beautiful," she said. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." I looked at the big fellow next to me. "It's about time good things happened in your life, Hibbah."

I hugged her and she squeezed me back, then Sahar.

"I've come so far since I was rescued from Tadeo. I can't thank those gang members enough for freeing me."

Sahar started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Hibbah said.

Sahar pulled her aside and started whispering. "It wasn't fucking gangsters. You have to keep this secret, Hibbah, because what happened was illegal in Brazil. There was only one gang member there; the unmasked one who gave all of the orders, but he wasn't the one in charge. That was Edgar. This hunk of man beside you was one of the fucking masked gang members. You think those scrawny, underfed gangsters would have had anyone so large and bulky?"

Hibbah looked at Jake. "Is this true?" she asked quietly.

Jake nodded, smiling. "I think I started falling for you the moment I first saw you."

Hibbah leaped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, and started raining kisses on him. "You never said anything to me?" Hibbah whispered.

"We committed murder. That's not something one can talk about."

"Now I have even more reason to love you."

When Hibbah finally released Jake, she asked Sahar, "When did you find out?"

"When we were training to free Beth and the others. I recognized the tactics they used in Rio, and the way they moved so similar to the gang members in Rio. I figured they were all from Joshua's ship except the Portuguese speaker. It was just a question of matching the masked members to men on the crew. I mean they wore gangster clothes and carried gangster guns, but it wasn't gangsters."

"Did you know?" Hibbah asked me.

"I suspected. I didn't ask so I'd never have to lie about it. Don't tell the others unless you're sure they can keep a secret. In the US, wives can't be compelled to testify against their husbands, but I don't know what the laws are in Brazil. There's nothing that would prevent a prosecutor from compelling you to testify against others who participated if you know, so never talk about it to anyone."

"I won't." She looked up at Jake again. "Anything you want from me, you can have. Tonight, anything."

He held out the hand with her engagement ring on it. "I already have everything I want."

Jake got about two dozen more kisses.

We started back to the bridal shop. I walked past a store that carried sex toy items and saw something that intrigued me. I told the others to wait outside and I went in to buy some things. It only took five minutes and I had a bag full of goodies.

Sahar looked at me. "What is it this time?"

"You'll see soon enough," I said. "I got things for both of us."

"Am I going to want to fuck you?"

"You always want to fuck me."

"True. Fine. I can wait."

By the time we got back to L'amour, another batch of women had arrived in a second limousine. They were buying gowns left and right.

"What's going on?" Nalani asked me.

"Four weddings taking place on Saturday, all together. It should be quite the party."

"The alterations on your dress is done. You can take it with you when you leave."

"Thank you. Did you make the slit higher as I wished?"

"Oh yes! It will be quite the risqué revelation," she said, smiling. "I hope everyone appreciates the view."

"I'm sure they will. Well done."

Hibbah picked out a white bridal gown and Jake rented a tux. All the women looked at the ring Hibbah got. By the end of everyone getting what they needed, it was time for lunch and we all went to the fish place again. This time, Sahar got the tartar sauce. After lunch, all the marrying couples had to go get their marriage licenses. Sahar's and mine had been pre-ordered. We just needed to show them our passports or Driver's License's and sign the form, and we could pick ours up. The others had to fill out applications and pay a fee, which took a while longer. It was close to suppertime when we got back to the residence.

We went to Cane and Canoe again for supper. We had two huge tables of people all talking at once, making for quite the noisy crowd. I saw the nosy person who'd been sniffing around the last time we came. Seeing Sahar sitting with me, he didn't come close to me, but he did speak to Master and Miranda. I saw Miranda scowl and say something sharp to the asshole. He backed off suddenly. I know she didn't threaten for Sahar to break his nose, so I wondered what she said.

We returned back to the residence and Hannah, Angelique and Delphine took one bedroom, Master, Miranda and Belle took one, while Francesca spent the night with Sahar and me.

I took out the bag of tricks I'd gotten from the sex toy shop. I pulled out some lubricant and a starter set of four butt plugs.

"It's time to start preparing your ass for anal sex," I told Sahar. "While you and Francesca sixty-nine, I'm going to ease the smallest plug into your bottom. You need to wear it all night and all day tomorrow. Tomorrow night, we'll change to the next largest size."

"How many different sizes do you have?"

"Four. The last one is just a little wider than Master is. By the time you finish with that one, you should be ready for a pleasant ass fucking. Francesca, do you have a strap-on with you?"

"Never leave home without it."

"After we get your first plug inside you, I'm going to fuck you. You will feel so much fuller with the plug inside your bottom. It simulates a double penetration, but not completely. There's nothing like a real one."

They got into position and as they had sex, I played with Sahar's back door, lightly stroking the outside at first, getting her used to being touched back there while having sex, then adding lubricant, and gently penetrating her pucker. She was having good orgasms while that went on, so I thought the next part would go well.

I added lube to the plug and used it on her pucker, penetrating no more than an inch, stretching the muscle, preparing it for the wide part. When Sahar had a good, hard orgasm, trembling from it, I slid it all the way in. It seemed to jack her climax to another level. Waiting for both of them to have one more, I finally asked Francesca to get her strap-on. It was a good size, over seven inches long and almost two wide.

Strapping it on, I lay on my back and told Sahar to mount me.

"I want you to go at your own pace," I said. "I'm sure you've only had one thing at a time inside your body since you were freed. This will be new for you, so take your time. Francesca, feel free to ride my face."

Sahar mounted me, going very slow as she slid down my phallus, her eyes on me. When she finally reached bottom, she moaned and closed her eyes.

"I feel so fucking full," she said, sitting still.

"I know. I like that sense of fullness. It's so slutty thinking of getting fucked in the ass and cunt at the same time."

Sahar opened her eyes and smiled. "I guess I must be a slut too, because this feels pretty good."

She rose up, only the flared head remaining inside of her, before slowly sliding down again. My view of Sahar was blocked when Francesca plastered her cunt against my face, but I could feel Sahar moving, her legs on either side of my hips, moving as she did. I could tell when Francesca leaned forward a few times to kiss my fiancée, her seat on my face becoming lighter when she did. I could hear both of them moaning every time they had a climax. As far as I could tell, Sahar's were fairly often and quite strong. I could feel fluids dripping down the fake cock and onto my bald cunt. I couldn't cum from this strap-on, but I was very happy my love was cumming so frequently. It boded well for future fucking adventures.

Finally, Sahar stopped, having climaxed out. Francesca licked her pussy clean while I washed the equipment, then I went to sleep, but not before Francesca gave me a couple quick orgasms in return for mine to her. We cuddled quite closely in the bed.

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