Slavery: A series of erotic games (Book 04)

Master not only didn't satisfy my curiosity regarding his intentions for us and why we were fucking all of these men all of a sudden; he was giving us more people to fuck or suck. I sighed.    

I called Sharon back and told her she could come on Monday night and I gave her the address. I said Master had some special requests and I'd tell her when she and Phil got here. A short time later, Reneé came out to the patio, having finished doing whatever wedding plans she'd been working on with her mother. She found me soaking in the hot tub and sat on the edge of the tub.    

"I want you to lick me to four orgasms," she ordered. "I'm so fucking stressed out right now. Mom is driving me apeshit. I don't know why she's so intent on perfection. I think she doesn't want Jerry's family to think she'd throw a wedding that was any less than what they'd throw if the tables were reversed."    

"A white/black competition then," I said sliding across the tub to her spread legs.    

"That's what it feels like to me," Reneé said, patting her pussy. "Maybe five instead of four. I could really use it."    

My mouth descended on her cunt, already wet. Of course, as a slave herself, it didn't take me long to give her the five she craved. I added a sixth for good measure and she melted down into the tub when I was done. She kissed my cum laden face, licking some of her fluids off me as she kissed me.    

"Where's your Master?" I asked, wiping my face clean in the rolling water.    

"There's another period left in the game. He'll come out and join us when it's over. Then we're ordering Thai food."    

"Yes, I'm to be the tip for the delivery driver," I said. "He usually takes one of my holes instead of the money."    

"So, you've done this before?"    

"Yes. Marcus has a cock to rival your Master's. It might even be thicker. Think of someone as thick as the Strong twins and as long as Jerry."    

"Heavenly," Reneé sighed. "I wish my Master let me fuck other men as much as yours does."    

"I'm scared my Master is. He wanted us to quit fucking other men when our slavery became permanent, but for the last week, I've been fucking more men than ever on his orders. What would you think if Jerry suddenly told you to fuck everyone?"    

"I'd think something was wrong."    

"Right, you'd wonder if your wedding was still on. I'm wondering why he's making us do this right before our bonding ceremony. I'm so confused, even though he keeps reassuring me things are fine."    

"You can always say no," Reneé said.    

"Yes, I can obey him and keep fucking other people or refuse, disobeying him on the eve of our ceremony where we make as permanent a commitment as we can to one another. Neither choice seems palatable to me."    

"Shit, you must be as stressed as I am. Do you want me to lick you?"    

I smiled and kissed her again. "Thank you for your offer, but I'm going to be fucked plenty tonight, including taking up much of your Master's time and energy. I'm sure I'll burn off all the stress I'm feeling now."    

She spent the next half hour or so telling me about her day as we held hands. Jerry came out to join us.    

"Go put on your Slave Trainer, Julia," Jerry ordered. His voice brooked no argument, so I acknowledged his order, got out of the tub, dried off enough to go inside and put it on. I thought to put the second one on the charger, but it wasn't there. I returned to the patio and he told me to open the app on my phone and turn it on. Again, I didn't see the point in arguing. I'm sure Jerry was following Master's instructions. I turned it on and felt the insistent buzzing which would soon turn my cunt into a needy pool of crazy desire and arousal.    

"Do you know where the other Slave Trainer is, Master?"    

"Chen sent Janet to pick it up a short time ago. She came over while you were out here and Lisa's wearing it."    

"How long will I be wearing it, Master Jerry?" I asked.    

"At least until our food arrives," Jerry said, "After it does, you need to beg the driver and I to fuck you. If you do, I'll remove the Slave Trainer."    

"How long before we order our food, Master Jerry?" I asked, already feeling my juices start to run down my leg.    

"About an hour, slave," he said, climbing into the hot tub with his slave, beginning to play with her.    

About two hours before our food arrived, I thought. I'd be begging the whole neighborhood to fuck me before Marcus arrived. Lisa would be begging as well.    

"Come into the hot tub, Julia. I heard you making my slave cum earlier. I want to see you doing it again while I play with her tits."    

"Yes, Master." The equipment was waterproof and wouldn't be harmed by the water.    

Jerry had Reneé lift herself up until her cunt was out of the water. While Jerry played with her perky, gum drop nipples, I licked her soft, velvety folds, making her orgasm over and over again. Rhonda woke up and joined us, bringing the baby monitor. She climbed in with us, and helped me with Reneé. After five more orgasms, I doubt she had a stressful bone in her body. I wanted to cum so bad by that point, I was ready to scream. Yet I got no relief from my torment. Jerry had done a wonderful job of keeping me on edge most of the day without allowing me a release. I wished now I'd taken Reneé up on her earlier offer.    

When the time came, we went inside and ordered our food. Jerry asked Marcus to be the one to deliver our order.    

"Yeah, great," Jerry said. "Thanks for everything."    

He hung up and said, "Ours is the last order Marcus will deliver tonight. He can stay and play awhile."    

Great, two big cocks to service for several hours. I don't know if I was thrilled or afraid. By the time he arrived, though I was aching to cum. My nipples throbbed from being hard so long. My thighs from cunt to knees were slick with my fluids. Since I had time before he arrived, I fed Lucas and changed his diaper, putting him back down when he was done.    

When the doorbell rang, Jerry clipped my wrist cuffs together behind my back and sent me to the door. Fortunately, Rhonda accompanied me so she could open the door.    

Marcus smiled when he saw me at the door. When he saw Jerry, who looked far different than Master, his expression changed. Seeing Rhonda and Reneé instead of Lisa gave him pause as well.    

"I'm sorry. Where's your husband?"    

"He's working in Los Angeles. He left his work partner, Jerry, to look after me while he was gone. Reneé is his slave. They're getting married in a month. Rhonda is my slave."    

He made an incorrect assumption on the basis of color, especially since I was unable to point to the respective people, assuming Rhonda was Reneé.    

"Pleased to meet you Reneé," he said sticking out his hand to Rhonda."    

"That's Rhonda, my slave," I said. "Reneé is sitting next to her Master."    

He looked again. Jerry's white slave, my black one. "And where's the other lady?" Marcus asked. "The one who's usually here?"    

"My sister slave is next door, serving another Master," I replied.    

"Scott said to offer you the slave's choice of holes or a nice tip," Jerry said, smiling.    

Marcus unzipped his pants, releasing his cobra.    

"Good! I can see where this is going," Jerry said. "Your boss said this was your last delivery of the night and you might be able to stay awhile."    

"Yes," Marcus said, pushing down on my head, directing me to my knees. Rhonda helped lower me since I had no arms to help myself.    

I opened my mouth and the bulbous head of his cock pushed through my lips. He pushed halfway in. I swallowed desperately to take him all, speechless now, my mouth full.    

"Good," Jerry said. "Perhaps we could double team this needy slave."    

Marcus held the back of my neck as he went deeper with each stroke. "Hell, yes," he mumbled, moaning as he got all of himself in me. He'd said other women hadn't been able to take all of him in their mouths.    

From here on out, it was pretty much a face fucking, and I still didn't get to cum. Jerry handed Reneé my phone and told her to take pictures.    

"I know you can't answer me, slave, but I have to ask; do you want to cum?" Jerry asked.    

I nodded frantically.    

"You know you have to beg in order to cum, don't you, slave?"    

I nodded again, Marcus's huge cock going in and out of my throat.    

"How can you beg with a cock in your throat, I wonder?"    

Oh, I needed to cum so bad. How did I beg? Inspiration struck. I grabbed a handful of his nuts and started tugging gently, getting Marcus to lower himself to his knees, which he did in response to my insistent pressure downward. With him on his knees, I was low enough and I wiggled my buttocks at Jerry. He laughed.    

"Good one. I'll accept that."    

He unfastened my wrist cuffs so I could support myself on my hands as opposed to the cock in my mouth and loosened the Slave Trainer and lowered it down my thighs. It kept me from spreading my legs too far, but it was enough. I felt Jerry smear the head of his prick in the fluids leaking from my pussy, then he pushed in and I orgasmed, moaning like a banshee around the prick in my throat.    

Jerry started thrusting hard, slamming into me, driving me infinitesimally farther on Marcus's schlong with each thrust. Thank God Marcus knew enough to pull out of my throat every thirty seconds or so, or I might have collapsed from loss of oxygen. Instead, I just climaxed, over and over again, my pussy throbbing, convulsing, each time.    

Marcus had been in me longer, so he climaxed first, stream after stream of his thick cream shooting down my throat, too deep by far for me to taste him. It wasn't until I started cleaning him off I could tell what his cum was like. I hadn't finished cleaning him off before I felt Jerry pulsing his own load in my cunt. As soon as I was done with Marcus, I turned round and cleaned Jerry's cock, tasting the mixture of him and me.