Slavery: A series of erotic games (Book 04)

Julia seemed to have the matter of Evelyn in hand. I told my other two slaves to enjoy themselves in whatever way they could for the next couple hours. Sam suggested Marcia and Chantelle might be up for some fun and games. They left to look for them. Bill and I led Shasta and Sean to Brianna's bedroom. No one had to get undressed. We didn't even need much encouragement. All three of us were stimulated at the idea of breaking Shasta in for her first airtight experience.    

"Go stand in the corner, slave," Shasta ordered.    

"If I might offer a suggestion," I said, "when I fuck someone new, my slaves like to assist me in putting my cock in the new person. It's a lesson in subservience. Julia did it the first time I fucked Lisa. They both helped me fuck Rhonda the first time. Perhaps Sean should help prepare you for our cocks, watch up close as we fuck you."    

Shasta smiled. "Yeah. That sound right."    

"We're here to give you the best possible experience, Shasta," Bill said. "Who do you want on the bottom fucking your cunt?"    

"If it's okay with you, Mr. Thornhill. I'd like you on the bottom. I'd like to be facing you."    

"While you suck my cock to get it wet for you, have Sean lick your pussy until you're nice and wet."    

"I don't think he need to lick me to get me wet. I been thinking about this all day. Pretty wet already. I'll suck you though."    

She stuck two fingers in her pussy, then pulled them out, demonstrating she was indeed quite wet. Shasta sat on the bed and grabbing Bill's cock, drew him into her mouth, topping off his erection and soaking his prick in saliva. I was impressed with how deep she was taking him in her mouth. For a non-slave, she was doing great. Whoever ended up in her mouth wouldn't be disappointed. Bill lay back on the bed and Shasta climbed over his prick, easing herself down his length.    

"You got a damn fine dick, Mr. Thornhill. Feels mighty fine inside me."    

"Shasta, considering I now have my cock in your cunt, could you please call me Bill instead of Mr. Thornhill?"    

"Yes, Bill, real nice cock. Fills me up good. Sam, would you mind fucking my ass? I don't need to tell you to go gentle, do I?"    

"Not at all, Shasta. Sean, lick your Mistress's ass and prepare her for my prick," Sam ordered.    

Sean climbed on the bed and Bill parted her buttocks. Sean's tongue worked up and down her crease, even delving into her bunghole to prepare her. Sam had taken some lube out of the nightstand and was greasing his cock, standing rigidly at attention. Sam told him to get out of the way, but to watch closely as he penetrated her ass. Sean was silently weeping, but he watched as Sam put the head of his cock against Shasta's crinkled star and exert pressure. It slowly parted for the crown, Shasta moaning as he steadily went deeper and deeper.    

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."