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She now knew what her best friends asshole tasted like- usually a little sweaty but OK, sometimes bitter and coppery, often mixed with bleachy cum, and occasionally execrable.
Blonde, voluptuous Amy had her heart-shaped face deep in the crack of the slim, dark-haired Betti’s ass, her pierced tongue pushing deep into the sphincter, lapping up the cum that I’d deposited there shortly before. Meanwhile proud, femme-fatale Betti also tasted her ass as she cleaned up my shrinking cock, her scarlet lips leaving perfect rings of red lipstick around the base of my shaft as her tongue squirmed and delved around my detumescing flesh, cleaning up her employer. I could see in her eyes that she still wasn’t a fan of ass-to-mouth, but I was and I was her employer. Normally she’d try to manuever her more submissive friend into doing the jobs she disliked, but this time the firm grip of my hand on her hair after I’d finished ass-fucking her had insisted she finish the job, however unpleasant.
Once both were finished cleaning up, the two naked concubines kneeled before me, Amy’s face made even cuter as the spunk she had stored in her cheeks mouth made her look like a chip-munk.
“Which one of you is cum-catcher today?” I asked
Amy, mouth full, silently pointed at her compatriot. One of my rules of ownership had been that every drop of my cum, wherever it fell or was ejaculated into would end up in one of their stomachs. Each day they decided who would have that responsibility- normally the more dominant Betti could talk her friend Amy into it, or stacked the deck against her in games of chance but she knew that if it was always Amy, then I’d intervene and designate her instead till I got bored again. Betti’s porcelain perfect face screwed up in brief disgust at the thought, but then relaxed back into reluctant acceptance. Her friend leaned over and as they touched lips, spilled the cum I’d ejaculated into Betti’s ass back into her mouth. Ass to Mouth to Mouth? Betti quickly swallowed it down, unwilling to taste it for a moment longer than she had to. The ever orally fixated Amy kept kissing her though having seemingly grown to enjoy the queer sensation of locking lips and trading spit with her best friend more than she would have expected. I rarely kissed her, so she’d grown eager to kiss her best friend instead.
The Sapphic kisses of these two beautiful girls did amuse me for a few minutes, then I announced that I was going to watch TV and would like a cup of hot chocolate. Removing myself to the living room sofa, I spread my legs and waited the moment it took for the naked Amy to crawl across the floor and then kneel between my thighs, her pillowy lips engulfing my depleted cock and her mouth keeping it warm. A few minutes later, Betti arrived with a steaming cup of hot chocolate, placing it to my left and curled up on the right next to me, my arm going around her shoulder so I could cup her naked breast easily. A voice command to my smart TV later and I’d resumed watching my Scandi-Noir show on Netflix. Settling back into the comfort of the deep cushions of the sofa, I took a sip of the sweet hot chocolate and began to relax as the delicious liquid warmed me up. As the detectives in their thick sweaters trudged across frozen snow, I warmed my right hand on Betti’s breast, absent-mindedly squeezing her thick nipple between my fingers, my cock warmed by Amy’s breath and her cradling tongue. Was there ever a more comfortable and relaxing feeling?
Idly I wondered how many hours Amy had my cock in her mouth for now. Apparently she’d started rewatching some of the same shows I liked because she always heard them behind her but never saw them. Occasionally I’d ask her who she thought was the murderer, so I could be amused by her mumbled explanation as she tried to talk around the cock lodged in her mouth.
Sitting there, I resolved to practice my math skills and figure out for how long my dick had made a home of her mouth. It had been 6 months since she’d started working as my paid sex-slave along with Betti, so around 182 days. She’d had 10 days off on holiday so far (apparently quite the luxury shopping trip to spend the small fortune of her first 3 months wages), and with initial training and settling in call it around 170 days. I’d quickly discovered that for long, slow blowjobs, then Amy’s mouth was better than Betti’s – her tongue was broader, she no longer had a gag reflex, her lips fuller and she just looked prettier with her lips pursed around a cock. So she’d done the lion’s share of fellatio, while Betti had the tighter ass and pussy. So lets assume Amy had done 90% of the cock-sucking and cock-warming, which tended to be around 6 hours a day- so 90% of 170 days, was 153 day, times 6 so around 918 hours with her lips wrapped around my shaft. That sounded about right- she spent a quarter of her day on aching knees before the sofa or under the dining table and maybe some relief if she was lucky, curled under the covers of my bed, suckling me before I went to sleep or awoke. She’d said that she now knew every vein, fold and ridge on my uncircumcised cock as well as she knew her own hands or clit. My precum taste had probably soaked in to her tongue by now- certainly her breath usually smelt of cock. So in another 2 weeks, she should be at 1,000 hours of cock-worship. Perhaps I’d offer her ten grand if she would have the word ‘Cockhole’ tattooed on the inside of her lower lip?
“Master?” Betti interrupted my train of thought with a question- “Is it OK if I leave at 6 tonight for my day off – I’ve got a family dinner in a restaurant”. I hefted her soft breast in my hand as I considered, kneading the tender flesh and weighing its floppy mass in my palm.
“Sure, just belt up and don’t leave until I inspect it’s secure.”
“Do I have to Master? Wearing that chastity belt every time I go out the house is so awful. What if my parents see the metal outline of it? And it makes going to the bathroom so messy!”
“I’m just upholding your employment contract- you signed an agreement promising me exclusive sexual access to you and then proved you couldn’t be trusted on the honour system.”
“You hired that smoking hot gigolo to seduce me in the bar!”
“I had to verify your fidelity. After all Penetration Testing is a common business practice!”
“For computer networks, not my pussy!”
“Still applies to your faithfulness Betti!”- I gave her nipple a hard squeeze to reinforce the point and she squeaked in pain- that amused me. “Anyway, since you would have broken the contract you signed, the only solution to enforce it is if I confirm you are securely locked in the belt before you leave the house, and then only unlock you when you return.” - I would have liked to send her out with a butt plug locked into her belt, or maybe nipple clamps, but this was technically her time off, so other than ensuring she couldn’t fuck, employment law was on her side. Still perhaps I could torture her enough now that she’d still feel it tonight?
After that, I ignored the TV mystery as I tried to discover how many times I could twist Betti’s nipples all the way around before it slipped in my fingers. She yelped, moaned and eventually howled at this tit torture (turned out they could take 2 full 360 degree rotations before they couldn’t twist any more- they always slipped through my fingers on the 3rd twist). All the while Amy sucked away between my thighs and as my cock hardened in response to my sadism she automatically redoubled her efforts- sucking harder, swallowing deeper and twirling her tongue around. I could feel her tongue stud a lot more as she used it’s hardness to add variety to the texture of sensations her laving tongue.
“Hop on!” I ordered my brunette concubine and Betti quickly straddled me, my very wet cock slipping easily into her hot folds. Displaced from my cock, Amy crouched lower and began to apply her industrious tongue to wherever she could reach- mostly Betti’s taint and ass. Betti bounced up and down on my cock, her slippery walls tightening around me in time to my continued twisting of her nipples- gasps of both whelping pain and moaning pleasure forced from her. My digging fingers on her pain filled nips drove her to to thrust up and down on my groin faster and faster, our flesh slapping together. Amy must have backed off, any further licking untenable, so I gripped Betti’s nipples tighter and extended them up, till she rose all the way off my cock.
“Swallow me, Amy!” - within moments Amy plunged down on my slick cock, deepthroating me on her first try, suctioning off her friends most intimate juices from my cock in a single gulping swallow. She tightened her throat around me in that most delightful way she had developed then took up the same quick pace of throat-fucking as Betti’s pussy had been experiencing for 10 strokes up and down the length of my shaft.
“Change!” I shouted and Amy ducked back and Betti resumed her pounding pussy fucking, my cock now as slick with Amy’s saliva. Another dozen plunges, cunt tightening pleasurably with descending pain as I yanked the nipples up and down, before they swapped to another dozen of the blonde’s throatfucks. I always admired Amy’s commitment to raping her own throat, once she’d overcome her trepidation at gagging, she’d become fearless in forcing dildo’s or my cock as hard and fast down her throat as a pile driver.
We kept up the frantic pace of alternating throat and pussy pounding for only another 5 minutes or so – it was soon exhausting and I hated feeling so sweaty. But I wanted to know who could make me cum first- Betti’s slick, tight pussy or Amy’s wet, even tighter throat. In the end, Betti cried out in orgasm and sank deep onto my cock, her hands clutching my own so she could squeeze her breasts even tighter. As she spasmed and shuddered on my cock, it triggered my own orgasm and my spunk shot into her deepest crevices. She slumped forward onto me, limp and wrung out and I could feel her bosom heaving against me as she caught her breath.
Then I felt ever-attentive Amy questing tongue licking against my balls as she tried to clean up the mess that ran from my still embedded shaft and Betti’s enveloping pussy. Eventually I rolled Betti into a widely splayed position next to me and Amy got to work suctioning out her pussy till she could snowball the brunette her cummy treat. Betti didn’t even grimace this time as she caught my cum, mixed with her own juices- she’d long become used to tasting her own pussy and that of her best friend.
“Now off you go Betti, your time-off starts soon, and you’ll want to wash before meeting the family. And don’t forget the belt, or you can’t leave!”
She groaned at the reminder and headed off. I called after her “And if I cum again tonight, I’ll have Amy save it for you in a condom. Once you clock back in tomorrow, you can catch up on it!” - after all, it wouldn’t do to let her slip out of her role for the day!
I turned to Amy: “And as for you, it seems we still need to improve your deep throating whilst in a stressful situation. We make as well take advantage of this time alone, so after dinner, we can practice all night! Just you and me!”
She gulped at the thought but I could see it now- blonde Amy lying on her back upon my bed, head hanging off the edge and mouth open so her throat was as open as possible, as I face-fucked and throat-raped her. And as I did so, I’ll test to see if her big nipples can take more full twists than Betti’s! The exhalations of her pain would rush up around my cock, her torment translating into pleasurable vibrations for me.
Sometimes it was good to be the boss.
To Be Continued….?
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Two are Twice the Fun – 6 Months On
by Voyeur
Oct 2020
A Sequel to https://voyeur.bdsmlr.com/post/234859136
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She now knew what her best friends asshole tasted like- usually a little sweaty but OK, sometimes bitter and coppery, often mixed with bleachy cum, and occasionally execrable.
Blonde, voluptuous Amy had her heart-shaped face deep in the crack of the slim, dark-haired Betti’s ass, her pierced tongue pushing deep into the sphincter, lapping up the cum that I’d deposited there shortly before. Meanwhile proud, femme-fatale Betti also tasted her ass as she cleaned up my shrinking cock, her scarlet lips leaving perfect rings of red lipstick around the base of my shaft as her tongue squirmed and delved around my detumescing flesh, cleaning up her employer. I could see in her eyes that she still wasn’t a fan of ass-to-mouth, but I was and I was her employer. Normally she’d try to manuever her more submissive friend into doing the jobs she disliked, but this time the firm grip of my hand on her hair after I’d finished ass-fucking her had insisted she finish the job, however unpleasant.
Once both were finished cleaning up, the two naked concubines kneeled before me, Amy’s face made even cuter as the spunk she had stored in her cheeks mouth made her look like a chip-munk.
“Which one of you is cum-catcher today?” I asked
Amy, mouth full, silently pointed at her compatriot. One of my rules of ownership had been that every drop of my cum, wherever it fell or was ejaculated into would end up in one of their stomachs. Each day they decided who would have that responsibility- normally the more dominant Betti could talk her friend Amy into it, or stacked the deck against her in games of chance but she knew that if it was always Amy, then I’d intervene and designate her instead till I got bored again. Betti’s porcelain perfect face screwed up in brief disgust at the thought, but then relaxed back into reluctant acceptance. Her friend leaned over and as they touched lips, spilled the cum I’d ejaculated into Betti’s ass back into her mouth. Ass to Mouth to Mouth? Betti quickly swallowed it down, unwilling to taste it for a moment longer than she had to. The ever orally fixated Amy kept kissing her though having seemingly grown to enjoy the queer sensation of locking lips and trading spit with her best friend more than she would have expected. I rarely kissed her, so she’d grown eager to kiss her best friend instead.
The Sapphic kisses of these two beautiful girls did amuse me for a few minutes, then I announced that I was going to watch TV and would like a cup of hot chocolate. Removing myself to the living room sofa, I spread my legs and waited the moment it took for the naked Amy to crawl across the floor and then kneel between my thighs, her pillowy lips engulfing my depleted cock and her mouth keeping it warm. A few minutes later, Betti arrived with a steaming cup of hot chocolate, placing it to my left and curled up on the right next to me, my arm going around her shoulder so I could cup her naked breast easily. A voice command to my smart TV later and I’d resumed watching my Scandi-Noir show on Netflix. Settling back into the comfort of the deep cushions of the sofa, I took a sip of the sweet hot chocolate and began to relax as the delicious liquid warmed me up. As the detectives in their thick sweaters trudged across frozen snow, I warmed my right hand on Betti’s breast, absent-mindedly squeezing her thick nipple between my fingers, my cock warmed by Amy’s breath and her cradling tongue. Was there ever a more comfortable and relaxing feeling?
Idly I wondered how many hours Amy had my cock in her mouth for now. Apparently she’d started rewatching some of the same shows I liked because she always heard them behind her but never saw them. Occasionally I’d ask her who she thought was the murderer, so I could be amused by her mumbled explanation as she tried to talk around the cock lodged in her mouth.
Sitting there, I resolved to practice my math skills and figure out for how long my dick had made a home of her mouth. It had been 6 months since she’d started working as my paid sex-slave along with Betti, so around 182 days. She’d had 10 days off on holiday so far (apparently quite the luxury shopping trip to spend the small fortune of her first 3 months wages), and with initial training and settling in call it around 170 days. I’d quickly discovered that for long, slow blowjobs, then Amy’s mouth was better than Betti’s – her tongue was broader, she no longer had a gag reflex, her lips fuller and she just looked prettier with her lips pursed around a cock. So she’d done the lion’s share of fellatio, while Betti had the tighter ass and pussy. So lets assume Amy had done 90% of the cock-sucking and cock-warming, which tended to be around 6 hours a day- so 90% of 170 days, was 153 day, times 6 so around 918 hours with her lips wrapped around my shaft. That sounded about right- she spent a quarter of her day on aching knees before the sofa or under the dining table and maybe some relief if she was lucky, curled under the covers of my bed, suckling me before I went to sleep or awoke. She’d said that she now knew every vein, fold and ridge on my uncircumcised cock as well as she knew her own hands or clit. My precum taste had probably soaked in to her tongue by now- certainly her breath usually smelt of cock. So in another 2 weeks, she should be at 1,000 hours of cock-worship. Perhaps I’d offer her ten grand if she would have the word ‘Cockhole’ tattooed on the inside of her lower lip?
“Master?” Betti interrupted my train of thought with a question- “Is it OK if I leave at 6 tonight for my day off – I’ve got a family dinner in a restaurant”. I hefted her soft breast in my hand as I considered, kneading the tender flesh and weighing its floppy mass in my palm.
“Sure, just belt up and don’t leave until I inspect it’s secure.”
“Do I have to Master? Wearing that chastity belt every time I go out the house is so awful. What if my parents see the metal outline of it? And it makes going to the bathroom so messy!”
“I’m just upholding your employment contract- you signed an agreement promising me exclusive sexual access to you and then proved you couldn’t be trusted on the honour system.”
“You hired that smoking hot gigolo to seduce me in the bar!”
“I had to verify your fidelity. After all Penetration Testing is a common business practice!”
“For computer networks, not my pussy!”
“Still applies to your faithfulness Betti!”- I gave her nipple a hard squeeze to reinforce the point and she squeaked in pain- that amused me. “Anyway, since you would have broken the contract you signed, the only solution to enforce it is if I confirm you are securely locked in the belt before you leave the house, and then only unlock you when you return.” - I would have liked to send her out with a butt plug locked into her belt, or maybe nipple clamps, but this was technically her time off, so other than ensuring she couldn’t fuck, employment law was on her side. Still perhaps I could torture her enough now that she’d still feel it tonight?
After that, I ignored the TV mystery as I tried to discover how many times I could twist Betti’s nipples all the way around before it slipped in my fingers. She yelped, moaned and eventually howled at this tit torture (turned out they could take 2 full 360 degree rotations before they couldn’t twist any more- they always slipped through my fingers on the 3rd twist). All the while Amy sucked away between my thighs and as my cock hardened in response to my sadism she automatically redoubled her efforts- sucking harder, swallowing deeper and twirling her tongue around. I could feel her tongue stud a lot more as she used it’s hardness to add variety to the texture of sensations her laving tongue.
“Hop on!” I ordered my brunette concubine and Betti quickly straddled me, my very wet cock slipping easily into her hot folds. Displaced from my cock, Amy crouched lower and began to apply her industrious tongue to wherever she could reach- mostly Betti’s taint and ass. Betti bounced up and down on my cock, her slippery walls tightening around me in time to my continued twisting of her nipples- gasps of both whelping pain and moaning pleasure forced from her. My digging fingers on her pain filled nips drove her to to thrust up and down on my groin faster and faster, our flesh slapping together. Amy must have backed off, any further licking untenable, so I gripped Betti’s nipples tighter and extended them up, till she rose all the way off my cock.
“Swallow me, Amy!” - within moments Amy plunged down on my slick cock, deepthroating me on her first try, suctioning off her friends most intimate juices from my cock in a single gulping swallow. She tightened her throat around me in that most delightful way she had developed then took up the same quick pace of throat-fucking as Betti’s pussy had been experiencing for 10 strokes up and down the length of my shaft.
“Change!” I shouted and Amy ducked back and Betti resumed her pounding pussy fucking, my cock now as slick with Amy’s saliva. Another dozen plunges, cunt tightening pleasurably with descending pain as I yanked the nipples up and down, before they swapped to another dozen of the blonde’s throatfucks. I always admired Amy’s commitment to raping her own throat, once she’d overcome her trepidation at gagging, she’d become fearless in forcing dildo’s or my cock as hard and fast down her throat as a pile driver.
We kept up the frantic pace of alternating throat and pussy pounding for only another 5 minutes or so – it was soon exhausting and I hated feeling so sweaty. But I wanted to know who could make me cum first- Betti’s slick, tight pussy or Amy’s wet, even tighter throat. In the end, Betti cried out in orgasm and sank deep onto my cock, her hands clutching my own so she could squeeze her breasts even tighter. As she spasmed and shuddered on my cock, it triggered my own orgasm and my spunk shot into her deepest crevices. She slumped forward onto me, limp and wrung out and I could feel her bosom heaving against me as she caught her breath.
Then I felt ever-attentive Amy questing tongue licking against my balls as she tried to clean up the mess that ran from my still embedded shaft and Betti’s enveloping pussy. Eventually I rolled Betti into a widely splayed position next to me and Amy got to work suctioning out her pussy till she could snowball the brunette her cummy treat. Betti didn’t even grimace this time as she caught my cum, mixed with her own juices- she’d long become used to tasting her own pussy and that of her best friend.
“Now off you go Betti, your time-off starts soon, and you’ll want to wash before meeting the family. And don’t forget the belt, or you can’t leave!”
She groaned at the reminder and headed off. I called after her “And if I cum again tonight, I’ll have Amy save it for you in a condom. Once you clock back in tomorrow, you can catch up on it!” - after all, it wouldn’t do to let her slip out of her role for the day!
I turned to Amy: “And as for you, it seems we still need to improve your deep throating whilst in a stressful situation. We make as well take advantage of this time alone, so after dinner, we can practice all night! Just you and me!”
She gulped at the thought but I could see it now- blonde Amy lying on her back upon my bed, head hanging off the edge and mouth open so her throat was as open as possible, as I face-fucked and throat-raped her. And as I did so, I’ll test to see if her big nipples can take more full twists than Betti’s! The exhalations of her pain would rush up around my cock, her torment translating into pleasurable vibrations for me.
Sometimes it was good to be the boss.
To Be Continued….?
Comments, corrections, criticisms and suggestions welcome.