The Best Gift Ever Ch. 05

She didn't need to say anything more. The invitation was quite clear. Deb knelt, and began licking the salty inner thigh using long lapping strokes. Tyaja moaned, her sigh an indication she wanted more. While Deb busied herself below Jenny quietly came around behind Ty and placed both hands on either hip. They slid around her front and then moved upward. When they reached her breast, Ty raised her arms and Jenny easily lifted the small T-shirt up and over her head and then unclasped the bra, letting it fall to the floor. Jenny's hands first found the heavy voluptuous lobes, massaging them as Ty cooed and slowly rocked her hips as four hands and two mouths massaged, fondled, kissed and licked the goddess splayed before them.

With Jenny's mouth sucking and nibbling on each breast and working her way up along the nape of the goddess's neck she eventually found her lips. Tyaja sighed. The routine was much the same each time and Jenny had gotten it down pretty pat. She knew Ty loved to be kissed while Deb ate her pussy. More accurately she treasured any opportunity to explore the lips and mouth of the one she possessed.

Making her lover part lips and teeth so her tongue could violate that most personal space gave her a sense of entitlement. They became hers. Their actions revealed their inferior, subservient self while in her presence and provided the groundwork for any or everything that might follow. She didn't kiss to relish each soft touch of the lips touching hers but rather to make a point; the point being 'you're mine,' and that is exactly what she did now. Jenny yielded, opening slowly as her long tongue snaked in and around hers, almost as some sort of erotic ritual where the lesser slowly yielded to the more powerful. Jenny knew it was her way of dominating the smaller blonde just as she was doing to Debra who now knelt with her head arched back an her face buried deep between her muscular legs licking her puffy folds of her cunt.

Deb had started at her thighs, cleaning the trailing drops of sweat from them before ever thinking of venturing up to her shaved pussy. The practiced tradition was never to be altered. Duty and deference needed to be paid before there was any thought of coming to her alter. The service varied but included such servile tasks as foot or ass worship or the cleaning of sweat from legs, arm pits or where ever she was instructed. Deb gave little thought to what she would do but instead followed her gut, or more likely her lust which she never quite understood why or how it surfaced. She was not a lesbian. She didn't desire women and yet she often found herself entangled in Tyaja's lustful web.

Now she drank from her alter and palpably sensed her growing arousal. She felt her hand on the back of her head pressing her face deeper into her sex. Deb thought how her own slave serviced; how he moved in harmony with her body's heat to enable her to feel things she had never before perceived. Now she too ventured to unite her mind with her lovers while Ty's sharp fingernails dug into her head.

When she felt the rumblings of an orgasm brewing she pulled Jenny down to her breast and in an almost choreographed response, the two submissive women worked together to bring the African queen to a powerful orgasm.

"Yessss!" She cried as her emotions exploded somewhere within her loins. Clear juices gushed into Debra's open mouth. Just then, Jenny shot down, her head plastered next to Deb's in a lustful attempt to gobble up any stray gushes from Ty's climax. When the gushes ceased she sucked, making slurping noises while her lips ran over Deb's skin, gathering the cherished extract when it overflowed and dripped out of her mouth. Debra's willing tongue never stopped its torment of the superior woman's clit, yielding only when she felt the familiar hand on her head pushing her away.

Jenny came to Deb with eyes wild with lust and continued stroking her cheek and neck as if to wipe every bit of Ty's juice off her delicate skin. They made-out with her for a long, long time and might have begun their own intimate lovemaking had it not been for Ty's interruption.

Again," she said.

Jenny's eyes remained filled with desire when she broke away, her hand gently caressing the cheek of her lover. When they both focused on Ty she was already lying flat on the bench, her knees parted.

"You know we never do it just once," she said huskily. "Get your head down there where it belongs."

Deb position herself as ordered while Jenny once more began kissing her way slowly up to the woman's mouth where she would be violated again.

Ever since the sexual escapade had started, Lisa had been watching from a nearby bench. She sat on the soft leather plank that Bobby had been using to bench press sometime earlier, her arms resting easily on the steel bar resting idly on the rack with several large plates hanging from either end. Directly in front she watched the spectacle of the blonde and the brunette gratifying the voluptuous dark woman now elongated and splayed. She felt some of those similar feelings she knew Ty felt exponentially more intense. Her desire grew as her body readied itself. She understood the play; that act one was about to finish and act two would soon start with her moving to center stage.

The ritualistic service was quite predicable. Debra of course was given the honor of bringing her off. It was how Ty wanted it; how the agreement had been made. Jenny was needed of course but had never been given access to Ty's flower whenever Deb was present. Ty referred to her as an adjunct, as someone there to compliment her principal slave and make the whole episode that much more pleasurable.

While Deb's face remained buried between the swollen mounds of her pussy Jenny pleasured her up above. Mostly she offered Ty her mouth since that's what she always had demanded. She had brought up her fantasy one evening over dinner and ever since Jenny had willingly obliged.

Jenny felt Ty pull at her hair. It was the unspoken message to move to her pussy. She didn't want to leave; she loved Ty's energy. The feeling of her tongue inside her was something she loved and felt so different than Lisa's. Something about the way she took her made her feel especially submissive - almost used. She loved being kissed, and loved Ty's kisses more than anyone. They were so different; so invasive. She cherished every time Ty held her face and forced her slippery tongue in and around her mouth.

She left reluctantly, quickly moving down to Deb pressing her face against hers as the two women's mouths and tongues stroked the chocolate woman's pussy to one more wonderful climax.

Ty cried arching her hips high above the bench. "Aaaaaagggghhhh, aaaaggghhh, aaaaggghhh, yessss." She screamed and squirted a short blast of sweet nectar into Deb's mouth causing her to plunge her tongue deeply inside the wet slot. Ty squirted again and again Deb dove in deep while Jenny slurped liberal amounts of her nectar.

When Ty's body eventually fell completely limp after a full minute of violent contractions of Deb's doing she lay quietly, not moving a single muscle while feeling the most wonderful feelings of exhaustion overwhelm her. The feeling was one of true fatigue, a product of both the workout and the sexual interlude but also from the knowledge of having subjugated two women. It was the latter that made this rest so pleasant. How many could make a peer, a friend even, stoop so low? It was the sweet feel of power that felt so nice. It was feeling Deb's head resting quietly between her legs, her brunette hair flowing over one leg and knowing she wouldn't dare move until excused. Ty sighed delighting in that thought.

Jenny looked up. Her eyes met Lisa's who motioned her to come which she silently did, not wanting to disturb Ty's peace. Shedding all remnants of clothes she crossed the short distance, her expression beautiful. Lisa had already slipped out of her garments, her milky white skin contrasting dramatically against the inky black hair that cascaded down around her breasts. Jenny eyed them longingly but Lisa had other plans. Pointing to the floor Jenny lay and Miss Texas lay on her. The two embraced; their lips engaging; their hands exploring.

"Let's go," Ty said holding out a hand. Deb took it and together they left just as Lisa mounted Jenny's face and gently began fucking her.

Bobby had long since showered. Checking his list of duties for the day he had vacuumed the carpets in three rooms and dry mopped the wood floors in the entryway. Knowing he needed to clean the bathrooms in two of the guest rooms he finished one and then moved to the next. Upon entering into the hall, he noticed Ty and Deb walking arm in arm, their hips swaying deliciously. Neither wore a stitch of clothing. Seeing them but for a few seconds they passed into the Mistress bedroom. Grinning, he admired their perfect figures, tight asses and the bond they obviously shared. He also wondered what had happened during the past two hours that caused them to get in this frame of mine. He wondered if the screeches and cries he had heard several minutes ago had anything to do with why they were together now. "Was Mistress bisexual?" From what he gathered in those brief seconds it sure appeared that way.

It was then that thoughts of who he was in relation to Mistress returned like a rushing wind. It was not his place to ask. It was not his place to fantasize or dream or do anything at all. The rules with her were no different than when with Mistress Sharon. He knew better than to ever think of intruding on her life. Instead he pushed any thoughts of learning more aside; knowing his purpose here was to build her self esteem by supporting her efforts and catering to her needs whenever possible. He felt his cock straining yet again in the confined prison he couldn't wait to be free of.

Downstairs, Lisa had already gently ridden Jenny to one luscious orgasm. Basking in the afterglow, she reclined on the bench, her back resting on the bar, her steel blue eyes peering down at Jenny who knelt to one side and suckled on one breast. She observed her draw the hardened nipple into her mouth, and felt the sucking and twirling actions as she ministered to her sensitive tissues. Lisa peered down while she gazed up, her mouth full, her cheeks drawn in, her lips puckered over the darkened areola hidden beyond the puckered folds of her lips.

Lisa wanted Jenny to know she was watching. She wanted her to realize she was indeed pleasing her. Most of all she wanted Jenny to wordlessly admit that her role was that of Lisa's sexual attendant. "How many times had she called Jenny in to her office while they were at work and somehow found them doing exactly this?" she thought. How many times had they made love? How many times had Jenny put her own desires aside to satisfy hers? Lisa loved Jenny. She was so gentle, so pretty and so willing to please. She knew she loved being with both men and women and as her housemate, her own slave, she filled Lisa's lust for feminine love completely and perfectly.

Jenny and Deb however were not alike. Jenny did this because it was who she was. Debra had over motivating factors governing her allegiance to Ty. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back as she returned her thoughts to the sensations the blonde provided and listened to Jenny's quiet suckles.

"I need one more orgasm my little girl."

"How do you want me?"

"Kneeling of course. You know how I don't like to cum when I'm standing."

Jenny smiled and assumed the position. Lisa too assumed her position and ten minutes later, she exploded. She didn't leak much. She never did. Only Ty was able to really cum with such explosive liquid force but that didn't make what she felt any less. When Lisa came she came quietly but with her entire body tensing into one unmitigated arching contraction. When Ty came she cried out. When Deb did, she often screamed. Lisa however made delicate little meows and ah sounds and she had no idea how Jenny responded since she had never ever permitted her to cum.

Forty five minutes later, the foursome had showered and dressed and now conversed easily in the other room while Bobby prepared dinner which turned out to be both sumptuous and satiating. The four women and the lone slave sat talking and reminiscing around the dinner table as if nothing abnormal had taken place earlier. Nor did they make any fuss over the fact they were socializing with a naked man who happened to be locked in a two inch chastity appliance; a slave who waited on them hand and foot whenever they needed anything.

There was no mention of any of the earlier frolicking. It was as if it never happened. Bobby wondered why Mistress and Ty hadn't spoken of their 'together' time which he had stumbled upon, but then, neither of them knew they had been spotted. But then, he had no clue of any of the festivities that had taken place in the gym, although he did wonder what the commotion had been while the four girls were working out.

After a few rounds of drinks the girls called it a night and Debra retired to a cozy loveseat in the corner of the living room. Patting the cushion beside she signaled for him to join her. She turned on the TV, selected a movie and turned down the lights, remotely of course. Mistress and slave cuddled for the next two hours, sipped wine and enjoyed a romantic evening. They spent several of the commercial interludes making out, all of which were initiated by Mistress.

The evening ended with Mistress guiding her slave to the bedroom, pointing to the bed where he assumed she'd mount his face and enjoy his oral skills. This evening, however she lay prostrate on his body, her pussy resting just above his cage and her breasts dangling deliciously.

"Kiss me," she whispered.

Bobby smiled pleasingly, looked into her brown eyes and kissed her lips softly.

Deb grinned. "Kiss me again; this time kiss me twice as long."

Bobby willingly obliged. After several more practice rounds, Mistress scooted upward and let her breasts hang within inches of her slave's mouth.

"Kiss me here," she said again.

Bobby resisted the urge to take her erect nipples into his mouth and kissed them ever so gently. Mistress hummed approvingly, her soft moans encouraging him to kiss again, and again. Five minutes later, and after Bobby had placed hundreds of soft kisses on and around her soft lobe she moved upward, this time it was her pussy that stared at him.

Deb looked down. "Kiss me," she stifled a giggle.

Bobby placed one soft one, barely even touching one of the two puffy lips.

"Again," and when he did - "again."

Rather than making him take her the way he usually did she withstood her carnal urge to see what might happen if she only let him kiss her outer folds and keeping that magical tongue of his in his mouth.

"Keep kissing until I tell you otherwise. I love seeing you between my legs. You look so beautiful there."

"I belong here," he said between puckered touches. "And you look so divine from where I lay."

The sight of her sloping breasts upon which perky nipples protruded along with her perfectly shaped body really did make for a memorable view. He continued the enviable assignment while Mistress whispered periodic encouragement. Several minutes later he felt the first drip. That slow drip, drip trickle continued for as long as he continued to kiss. Some of her sweetness fell onto his lips, most landed on his chin and dribbled along his cheek and then down onto the bed sheet below. He noticed her sensitivity growing and soon she pressed herself fully against his mouth and ordered him to eat. Five minutes later, her body ignited and Mistress cried out in ecstasy as mixed waves of love, affection, lust and desire overtook her momentarily.

"I love being with you," she said. Her body was now wrapped tightly around his. She couldn't withdraw that statement. She did love being with him. She loved everything about him. The thoughts had begun to form. She was falling for him and in truth she couldn't have been more pleased.

Even though his cock remained locked, Deb continued to take advantage of her slaves other abilities. On most days, just before he served her lunch. Often in a playful mood when she came in to eat at noon, she teased him. "You must be starving," she'd say. "I mean you've been working nonstop since I last saw you. What's it been four hours without food? You must be famished!"

Bobby would usually smile while Mistress went on with the charade that he wasn't getting enough of all the food-groups in his diet. Then she'd point to the floor and present him with a dripping pussy to munch on. Insisting he needed all five food groups, the fifth of course being her sweet nectar she let him lap a good while just to get her body good and revved. She found his tongue to be almost as good as the feelings aroused when she mounted his cock and in some ways it was even more enjoyable. It never tired and it never softened; something his cock did nearly every time she had mounted him. Deb fucked his mouth until coming at least two or three times. Only then would she send him to the kitchen to retrieve the meal he had ready to serve.

Riding his face or putting him between her legs, either while she reclined or stood with legs firmly splayed became part of her noonday and pre-sleep routine. She loved having him lick her pussy until feelings of utter exhaustion and satisfaction permeated every cell in her body. Nothing felt better than reaching five or six explosive orgasms, seeing his face covered in her juice and then slipping between the sheets to cuddle and talk until the desire for rest won out. When she finally turned away, a snap of her finger was all that was needed for him to commence massaging her back until she fell sound asleep. He had orders to continue until she had been resting peacefully for at least half an hour. In her subconscious she'd feel him stop and then curl in tightly behind, one hand cupping a breast. The security of his presence and the feeling of his strong hand and muscular arm draped over her slender body made for perfect sleeping conditions.

During his week-long recovery Debra sensed the obvious attraction she had for him mount. Part of her brain insisted she remain cautious but a progressively greater part told her to just let it happen. When they were together she found it almost awkward to remain psychologically distant. Bobby made her feel safe, secure and above all loved and adored. She felt his doting, enjoyed his idolizing her beauty but mostly she knew his care was genuine and indeed it was. As her personal slave he spent most of his waking hours doing exactly that - looking out for her. Cooking, cleaning, maintaining her home, satisfying her sexually and working on his own personal health predominated his waking hours and Debra found an immense attraction in knowing he did it all for her. The fact he had no choice didn't factor into her growing feelings of admiration. They both loved this life; Deb finally having the freedom to do as she wished and having the security of the strong man living in her house brought much joy. For Bobby, slavery to Mistress became his all consuming passion. He wanted nothing more than to see her beautiful smile, receive praise for work well done, and spend hours each evening conversing, laughing, and enjoying the honor of being in her presence and realize she was opening her heart to him and his love for her.

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"Now when I take this off Bobby, you're going to grow from two-inches to over eight. The little blue pill along with your own excitement will work its magic," she said smiling up at the naked man standing with arms clasped overhead. "There is going to be some initial pain when you get hard. I want you to know that. Keeping you locked permitted the wound to heal nicely but it also allowed adhesions to form that your pending erection will quickly break. It's going to be uncomfortable. Just deal with it, the discomfort will only last for a few seconds."