I was awakened from my deep sleep with someone sucking on my dick. This was a first! Never, ever, have I been awakened with someone giving me a blowjob.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was still pitch black and so dark that I couldn\u2019t figure which of my slaves was fellatio\u2019ing me, but I wasn\u2019t going to spoil the moment by asking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The mouth kept working on my stick until it was rock hard before it stopped and was replaced by a very wet and an extremely tight pussy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From her tightness and technique, I figured it was Kristen mounting me. It was confirmed when I started fondling her unimpressive rack. Well at least she had some boobs, not like a few women I\u2019ve seen that were flat chested.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Unlike several hours ago, Kristen took her sweet time. She slowly rode up and down on my shaft a few times before switching into a hunching and grinding session. Then suddenly she stopped all hip action, laid on me, pressing her chest into mine, and then she\u2019d French me several seconds. After we had chilled a bit, she\u2019d then resumed her ride, cowgirl style.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With her doing all the work, I lasted a bit longer than my usual quick dump, but it was still short lived, when suddenly I grunted as my balls started contracting and I dumped my load into Kristen\u2019s tight pussy. We were into a session of Frenching, but I was focused on her tightness when I suddenly noticed her cunt squeeze causing me to lose it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Damn it! Damn it! I\u2019ve got to grow up! This isn\u2019t going to work if I can\u2019t start manning up!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I was bucking my seed into Kristen, she caressed me and cooed encouragement, telling me how great a lover I was and how I completed her. Fuck, it wasn\u2019t helping!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Once my orgasm was over, I whispered to my lover, \u201cOkay, it\u2019s your turn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She gave me a hug and her pussy did another tight squeeze, as she answered back, \u201cNope, this is only for you.\u201d There was a brief delay before she added, \u201cMaster.\u201d Hell, I was so wasted I didn\u2019t care what she called me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
About a minute later, my dick slipped out of Kristen and then I felt my sperm dripping onto my balls as it oozed out of her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At this point Kristen slipped off of me and got out of bed. She then whispered, \u201cMaster, I\u2019ve got to deliver the sample.\u201d She then gave me a peck on the cheek before adding, \u201cI\u2019ll be right back.\u201d Then she disappeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don\u2019t remember her coming back because I fell asleep before she could return.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
***<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I awoke with rays of sunlight dancing on my face. Once the fog lifted a bit, I checked the bed and found it empty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I found no bed companion, I quickly got concerned. Had my slave taken it on the lamb. Fuck that, maybe all the slaves had escaped! That would cost me time and money!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Quickly I got out of bed, slipped on a pair of shorts and sandals, before heading to the slave quarters to check on my bitches.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I was exiting my front door, I found Kristen sitting naked in a chair on the front stoop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I guess my demeanor must\u2019ve freaked her out, because as soon as she saw me, her eyes got really big and she whimpered out, \u201cMaster, please forgive me. I must\u2019ve lost track of time. I promise this won\u2019t happen again. I\u2019ll just wait in bed until you\u2019re finished doing me.\u201d Then she started getting up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Placing my hand on her shoulder, I gently pushed her back into the chair and said, \u201cChill babe, you\u2019re good.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She then asked, \u201cThen why were you so freaked?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Knowing I\u2019d be opening a can of worms by telling her I thought she had escaped, I lied, \u201cHad a bad dream. I just needed someone close.\u201d Before she asked for more details, I quickly asked, \u201cSo why are you out here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cJust watching the sunrise. It\u2019s so beautiful. Until this morning, I\u2019ve taken it for granted.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After pulling a chair closer to Kristen, I sat down and asked, \u201cCare to explain?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She answered, \u201cWhen I woke up and saw you sleeping beside me, I remembered my rank. That\u2019s when I noticed it was getting light, so I headed here to watch the sunrise and think about my future.\u201d Hell, maybe I should\u2019ve told her the truth, but I just let her continue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cUp until my conversion, my life was like a fairy tale, and I was the princess. I even thought I found my Prince Charming in Bill. I had a good job. A loving husband. Plans for children. I even saw a future living to a ripe old age surrounded by people I love and who loved me. Then Bill turned into \u2018the devil incarnate\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAfter my conversion, I found myself living in hell, with no possible future. In the beginning, I was cook, maid, and chief bottlewasher. Then I quickly became a fuck toy, to be used and abused. It was during a particular degrading session, that I prayed for death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt was at my kid sister\u2019s wedding reception, and for the guests\u2019 entertainment, my dad suggested that I drain the groomsmen. So, with everyone watching, I serviced five cocks, at the same time. One buried deep in my throat, with his stinky balls bouncing against my nose. Two others, one in each hand. The final two, pounding my ass and pussy. I prayed my next stop would be the butcher. Gratefully, my prayer wasn\u2019t answered, instead, I was shipped here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThis morning I had an epiphany. I had a purpose. I was needed. I have a future. Yes, I\u2019m a slave, bought and paid for, but I was bought because of my skill and virility.\u201d Kristen then held onto my hand as she said, \u201cYou paid to give me a future. A future of labor that I trained for and love. A future of motherhood. And a future with a lover that cares. After last night, I know I\u2019ve been rescued by a \u2018White Knight\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I asked, \u201cWhat made last night so special?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kristen gave me a big smile before she said, \u201cMy first orgasm. It was toe curling.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cExcuse me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes, last night you gave me a most wonderful gift, my first orgasm. Let me explain: while I was growing up, my parents, really my dad, kept a tight rein on me. I had friends, both boys and girls, but my dad made sure they were squeaky clean. He also made sure I was too involved to get into any trouble. In high school, I had a couple of dates, both chaperoned, and made it to college still a virgin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCollege wasn\u2019t much different because I took a full load and worked full time. I worked and studied my ass off. I had no friends, no dates, I was a total nerd. But I thought it paid off, because after five years, I graduated with a Master\u2019s near the top of my class, with an excellent job, and still a virgin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSo, after graduation I decided it was time to start looking for a mate. I knew I wanted children, I just needed to find the right man to father my kids. So, it was time to start dating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt was tough, trying to find someone to share the rest of my life with. I dated several men. Most didn\u2019t get a second date. A few got to do some kissing and maybe a hand job. A couple got far enough to see my chest and get a knob job. But I fell head over heels in love with Bill Stauffer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAs you know, Bill and I got married on New Year\u2019s Day. That night I lost my virginity when we consummated the marriage. Bill was plastered and could barely get it up, but he did me and then passed out. The fucker left me high and dry, so I played with myself until it felt good. That was the first time I had ever touched myself down there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe next morning, we headed to Las Vegas, for a weekend honeymoon. Bill spent most of the time gambling, but he did find time to bed me a few times. I enjoyed the sessions; they were very pleasurable, and I assumed I was having orgasms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOver the next three months, Bill and I would get together at least a couple times a week. Again, I enjoyed the act and received pleasure from it, believing I was having orgasms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAll that changed on March, 21st<\/sup>, I believe it was a Thursday, I was at work when Bill called. He told me I needed to come home, dad had converted mom, and Bree was getting married. The asshole left out the part that he was converting me. Of course, I dashed home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhen I got home, the slaver was waiting, and Bill converted me right away while my parents and sister watched. Dad had already converted my mom, so she watched, naked and crying. My bitch of a sister, Bree, was smiling from ear to ear, as she watched me strip and then piss into the slaver\u2019s cup.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAfter the paperwork was finalized, Bill ordered me to show his new fianc\u00e9e, Bree, to her new bedroom. He then had me undress both of them before having me prep both of them orally. When they were both ready, he had me help him mount my sister. That\u2019s when I discovered I had been gypped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhile Bill was doing Bree, she started rubbing her clit until she started bucking under him. That\u2019s when I saw my first orgasm and I knew what I had missed. I watched as she had another before Bill had his and collapsed. Right after that I found out that Bree was pregnant and the reason for my enslavement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt\u2019s been just over a month since I\u2019ve been converted. During that time, I\u2019ve been used dozens of times, none ever getting me close to having any pleasure, let alone an orgasm. And self-satisfaction wasn\u2019t an option, I was either too busy or too tired. Until last night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI was scared shitless when I first got here. But after meeting you and talking with the others, I had hope. During these past few days that hope was replaced by need. I needed last night. I needed to be loved, properly. I needed my first orgasm. And you fulfilled that need. Thank you, Master.\u201d Kristen then gave my hand a kiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was speechless but I did mumble out a, \u201cYour welcome.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI do have one favor to ask. If you don\u2019t mind, I\u2019d like the others to watch, when you butt fuck me. It turns me on, when I think about what you did with Helen. Hell, I might like a paddling too, just maybe not that hard. Then again, you\u2019re my master, and you can do what you wish. Can we go inside now and make a baby?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Okay that\u2019s another first, and when she stood up and tightly held my hand as she led me to the bedroom, it was another first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When we entered the bedroom, she got on her knees and tugged down my shorts before she started sucking my dick. She took her time as she worshipped my manhood. I took my time as I caressed her hair and face. Before long she moved us to the bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She kept it in slow motion, as she got arranged before she arranged me. We kissed as she got everything lined up and placed my dick at the entrance to her tunnel. She didn\u2019t let go of my dick as she slowly fucked herself with it. She was in total control, letting my cock slip slowly into her pussy, millimeter by painstaking millimeter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n While she was working with our intimate union, she kept me focused on her face. She watched my eyes and every time I started spacing out, she whispered something, or gave me a sloppy kiss, bringing her face back into focus. Suddenly I watched as Kristen spaced out, before I felt her hand between us, rubbing her clit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That did it, I spaced out, and bucked downward, forcing both of us to grunt. My balls dumped, planting my cum deep. I bucked a couple more loads deep before I noticed Kristen whimpering, \u201cPlease, don\u2019t stop, I\u2019m so close.\u201d Knowing I couldn\u2019t control when my orgasm was over, I shifted into pleasuring her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Shifting my attention to our union, as my hips pulled back, I also shifted forward, so that my chest was more in alignment with Kristen\u2019s shoulders. As a result, my cock was now moving up and down, instead of in and out. I\u2019ve read that this causes the bony base of the penis to make more contact with a woman\u2019s clit. It was now a good time to practice what I\u2019ve read.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I bucked downward, focusing my energy on my lover\u2019s clit. When my pubic mound slapped into Kristen\u2019s hand, she squealed out a grunt in surprise. I did a couple more before Kristen grabbed me with her arms and legs. She held me tightly as she quaked under me in pleasure. Damn she came while making love! I like this! Maybe there\u2019s hope for me yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Basking in my glory, I waited several seconds for Kristen to enjoy our copulation. But before she could chill too much, I shifted beside her and started rubbing her clit. It took about thirty seconds before she squealed and then started bucking her hips. That\u2019s when I noticed that she again had a thin veil of perspiration covering her body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I only give Kristen a brief break before my fingers worked on thirds. Again, another squeal and hip bucking before she pushed my hand away and curled into a ball, protecting her clit. I guess that meant, \u2018Uncle\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n\n With my fun over, it was time to begin my daily routine. But before heading to the shower, I stood beside the bed and gave my slave the once over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kristen looked well used. It gave me pride to know I could do that to someone by just making love. I then headed to the shower as proud as a peacock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I had been in the shower for about ten minutes and was almost done, when Kristen made her appearance. Once she joined me in the shower, I shifted my attention to bathing her. We kissed and fooled around as we finished up. After turning off the shower, Kristen took over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She dried me off and then clothed me. She then dried herself before running a comb through her hair and slipping on some sandals. At this point she gave me a kiss, grabbed my hand, and led me across the street to the slave quarters. Once in the building, she sat me down in the kitchen, before disappearing for about a minute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I figured she was slipping something on, but she returned still naked, but barefooted. She now started preparing breakfast. A few seconds later, the other three slaves made an appearance and started helping with breakfast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At some point, someone noticed that Kristen\u2019s still naked. And besides that, she\u2019s dripping. Dripping my sperm onto the kitchen floor. They started complaining to me and I told them that Kristen\u2019s a big girl, she can do what she wants. After another couple of minutes of the bitches bitching, Kristen disappeared, telling everyone that they\u2019ve won.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hell, I was enjoying the conflict and the nudity. Maybe breakfast should be \u2018no clothes allowed\u2019. Maybe all meals should be \u2018no clothes allowed\u2019. Fuck that, maybe the whole camp should be \u2018no clothes allowed\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I started chuckling when Kristen returned. All she had on was a T-shirt. The length of the shirt stopped just above her slit, which displayed strings from a rag. My guess is she shoved a rag in her cunt to stop the leakage. The funny part was what was printed on the shirt. It said: \u2018Bun in the Oven\u2019 with an arrow pointing downward. That got the other bitches squawking. Kristen just ignored them. I like that girl\u2019s style.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The ladies appeared to be in much better spirits. They made one hell of a meal. Pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, cut fruit, perked coffee, not the instant crap I normally make. Once everything was prepared, we sat down as a group and enjoyed our meal together along with some small talk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After we ate, the ladies cleaned up, as I waited around reading a magazine. While I was buried into an article about a hot young starlet, I noticed some whispering. I just ignored it, while I daydreamed about meeting my current infatuation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When the ladies finish cleaning the kitchen, I planned to have a brief meeting. But that changed, because when they were through, Kristen grabbed my hand and led me out of the kitchen. There was a quick stop by Kristen\u2019s room so she could put her sandals back on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kristen led me and the whole group outside and down a couple of buildings to the barracks. From our earlier discussions, I knew this was where we were going to house the first batch of slaves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Once inside, she led us straight to the dorm showers. Why? We\u2019ve already showered. I just chilled and waited to see where this went.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Showers turned on. Clothes pulled off. Suddenly I found myself back under a shower head. Unlike a couple of hours ago, I was surrounded by four naked women. Most of the showers had been turned on using only hot. This filled up the room with a heavy mist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Before I could adjust to my surroundings, four hands started soaping me up. Back side. Front side. Both sides. Everywhere a hand soaping me up. Fuck, this is fucking great!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Before I could get too relaxed, someone pulled up my arm and held it over my head. Then someone started shaving my armpit. The other arm was pulled up and someone worked on the other armpit. Shit, another first! Me with hairless pits. They made short work of de-hairing my pits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I thought they were done with their fun, but I got a big surprise when someone started soaping up my pubic hair before I felt it being remove with a razor. But before I could complain, Kristen pulled my head towards hers and she started Frenching me. At the same time, someone started poking a fingertip on my asshole. Then someone started sucking on my nipple. It was sensory overload!<\/p>\n\n\n\n As Kristen\u2019s tongue danced with mine, I felt a finger pop through my rosebud and start tickling the interior of my rectum. When another finger popped through my backdoor, I barely noticed my balls being fondled by a soapy hand. I did start to freak when I felt a razor against my testicles but when the backside fingers caressed my prostate, I forgot the front side and concentrated on the back side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For the next few minutes, I was in heaven with all the attention the ladies were showing me. Yes, it was weird getting my crotch shaved, but I thoroughly enjoyed everything else they were doing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It got even better when Tory said, \u201cWe\u2019ve got a nice one here ladies.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Helen replied, \u201cOh yes, that is a nice one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked down at the object of their affection. There in all its full glory, a hard woody.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kristen wailed, \u201cStay back, he\u2019s mine.\u201d She fell to her knees in front of me and swallowed it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The fingers in my ass disappeared as Cynthia said, \u201cWhile Kristen\u2019s having a drink, let\u2019s dry off and get dressed.\u201d She then leaned over and whispered something in Kristen\u2019s ear. This gave me a nice side view of Cynthia\u2019s hanging rack. Fuck, those are fine boobies! Fuck look at her slit. It just winked at me! Fuck, I like fucking my bitches. Damn, damn, please not yet!<\/p>\n\n\n\n I grunted and my hips bucked forward. This sudden motion buried the head of my dick into Kristen\u2019s throat while it was depositing its first load of cream. This must\u2019ve gagged Kristen because she quickly pulled away and started retching. The remainder of my climax landed on Kristen\u2019s chest and thighs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Quickly I held my head down and closed my eyes. I didn\u2019t need to see the look of disgust on everyone\u2019s face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Shit, I\u2019m so fucking juvenile. How in the fuck is this going to work? Just popping off by looking. Might as well be using a turkey baster. It would give the ladies the same amount of pleasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I quickly dashed out and ran back to my bungalow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n After sulking for about an hour, I called Cynthia. When she answered, I requested a house call. It appears running outside, nude, in Arizona is also very juvenile. I burned my feet, and they needed medical attention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When she arrived, I was sitting naked in the living room. That\u2019s where I plopped once I had gotten to my quarters. When I had gotten up to put on some clothes, my feet screamed bloody murder, and that\u2019s when I knew I had fucked up again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cynthia immediately went to work, cleaning and treating my feet. She told me she had seen worse, but I needed to stay off my feet as much as possible for the next day or two. She then apologized for screwing up earlier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I asked how, and she answered, \u201cI should have known, that the prostate massage, would\u2019ve been too much. It\u2019s a technique used to help someone to get an erection. Getting an erection, isn\u2019t your problem, it\u2019s \u2026\u201d She cut herself off before she made it worse. She then said, \u201cIt might help if I knew exactly what you were thinking about just before you ejaculated.\u201d She paused before adding, \u201cMedically speaking.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Trying to man-up, I felt my face getting really red, when I related my vision of her boobies, her slit, and my fucking. At the end Cynthia said, \u201cOkay that helps. Men are visual based. This is new to you. Give it some time, and the vision of a naked lady won\u2019t be such a turn on. Hell, after a year, you\u2019ll probably be needing pills to get it up.\u201d Her talk helped some, but not much.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Shifting the conversation away from me, I asked Cynthia how well the others were adjusting to slavery. She then quoted the five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. She had come to accept her fate. Tory was still pissed. Helen was shifting from bargaining to depression and needed to be closely watched. As for Kristen, she was a tough read, she\u2019s all over the board, but it appears she\u2019s further along than the rest. I agreed and told Cynthia about Kristen\u2019s sunrise revelation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As Cynthia was cleaning up to leave, I said, \u201cSince you\u2019ve ordered me to take it easy, can you tell the others lunch is over here today. Sandwiches and chips will be fine.\u201d I thought about leaving it at that, but something kept bugging me, so I added, \u201cAs a pre-show, I\u2019m doing Kristen\u2019s butt. Everyone\u2019s to watch, Kristen\u2019s request, you can check with her, if you like.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Standing by the door, Cynthia said, \u201cDo you mind a suggestion?\u201d She didn\u2019t wait for my answer when she said, \u201cUse desensitizing cream on yourself. Then use the same on Kristen\u2019s anus. That\u2019s what I did for you and Helen the other day. I\u2019ll bring some over when we come.\u201d She turned and left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n Close to noon, there was a knock at the door before it opened and the four ladies entered. The four were wearing different clothing styles. Cynthia was wearing blue medicals: loose linen blouse, straight linen trousers. Tory was wearing very frumpy clothes: blouse showing nothing, baggy shorts. Helen looked more attractive than the other two. She actually wore a fitted light blue mini dress. As for Kristen, she was wearing the same T-shirt she was wearing for breakfast but also had on a tight pair of shorts, but not that short.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Earlier, due to the call of nature, I had hobbled around, and I was now wearing sweats while watching TV.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Getting straight to the point, I asked, \u201cKristen, before lunch, or after?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n It took her a second to figure out what I was asking, before she answered, \u201cBefore.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stood and started removing my sweats as I said, \u201cWell get naked and get on the floor.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She asked, \u201cHere and not upstairs in your bedroom? What about the carpet?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n With my clothes now off, I sat back down, naked, before answering, \u201cDoctor\u2019s orders, no walking. I\u2019m not crawling upstairs to do you. Besides you wanted witnesses and there isn\u2019t enough room in the bedroom for everyone. As for the carpet, if it concerns you, grab a towel or something.\u201d She was now naked and looked like she was leaving, I stopped her by saying, \u201cBefore you leave, pick someone to officiate.\u201d I can be so astute, she gave me a puzzled look, so I added, \u201cThey\u2019re going to get me hard, warm you up, then make sure I\u2019m screwing the correct hole, your ass.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kristen\u2019s face blushed as she mumbled, \u201cHelen.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Without thinking, Helen wailed, \u201cWhy me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kristen gave it a brief thought before answering, \u201cHe likes your tits.\u201d She\u2019s right! I do like Helen\u2019s tits. Then Kristen disappeared to find a covering for the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Helen looked at me saying, \u201cShould I get undressed too?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was going to answer in the affirmative, I wanted to play with her rack, but Cynthia spoiled that when she said, \u201cMy recommendation is no.\u201d A brief pause before she added, \u201cMedically speaking.\u201d Another pause. \u201cMaster.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Okay, I got the hint. Take everything slower. So, answering Helen, \u201cNo you\u2019re good. Just come over here and let\u2019s get better acquainted.\u201d She then sat beside me before we started kissing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I took it slow. As slow as humanly possible, at least for me. We kissed. We touched. We stroked. I started hardening up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n By this time Kristen had a spot covered and was waiting. Breaking my lip lock, I looked at her saying, \u201cYour turn.\u201d Kristen took a step toward me, and I quickly pointed to a spot on the other side of Helen. I needed to chill. Kristen took her spot and the two ladies started to get acquainted as well. I watched and waited for my turn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Over the next several minutes Helen warmed Kristen and me up nicely. Soon Helen said, \u201cLet\u2019s move this to the floor.\u201d She then arranged Kristen on her hands and knees on the cover and helped me crawl into position behind my lover.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cynthia tossed a tube onto the cover saying, \u201cUse that on him. Just be careful, especially under the head. There\u2019s a spot there that\u2019s real sensitive. Apply a thick coating there. But just be really careful.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I shifted into this being a medical procedure. It sort of was. I closed my eyes as Helen carefully applied a good coating of cream all over my cock. I don\u2019t know why I didn\u2019t shoot when she rubbed my dick, but I didn\u2019t. Once she finished, I kept my eyes closed and did some deep breathing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n While I was trying to chill, I heard something else being tossed onto the floor then Cynthia said, \u201cUse that on her like I did to you. Try to get some inside. Start with one finger and then two. Loosen her up. It\u2019ll make it easier.\u201d Keeping my eyes closed, I just waited, trying to chill.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Suddenly someone touched my thigh, then I heard Helen whisper, \u201cMaster, she\u2019s ready.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I said, \u201cOkay, let\u2019s do this. Just make sure I\u2019m in the right spot.\u201d I took a quick peek before I started crawling on top of Kristen. As I was getting into position, Cynthia said, \u201cKristen, put your chest on the floor and grab your butt cheeks. It\u2019ll be easier on both of you.\u201d I felt Kristen\u2019s shoulder drop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Around this time, I felt Helen lightly grab the base of my dick and guide me into place. I only opened my eyes when I felt the head of my dick pressing against Kristen\u2019s asshole. Tory then whispered to Kristen, \u201cHoney, when you feel him pushing, relax your butthole, like you’re trying to take a crap.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Slowly I pushed my hips forward and Kristen started wiggling. Quickly Tory said, \u201cRelax.\u201d And then everything loosened, and my dick popped through. I stopped pushing as soon as my dick entered Kristen’s bowels. Damn, this is a tight hole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I controlled my passion and kept my hips in check. Caressing Kristen\u2019s shoulder blades, I whispered, \u201cI\u2019m in, you can get up now.\u201d She rose and my dick slipped deeper into her ass. I froze and took a deep breath. Kristen looked to her left side and said, \u201cCynthia, you can start now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not having an idea what was going on, I asked, \u201cStart what?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cynthia answered, \u201cShe wants me to use the vibrator, like I did to Helen. Is that okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Grinning, I leaned down and kissed the back of Kristen\u2019s neck. At the same time, I gave one of Kristen\u2019s breasts a gentle squeeze before loudly saying, \u201cPop the BITCH.\u201d I felt a strong vibration start. Damn it, I wasn’t ready for that and Kristen sure wasn’t. Her ass went crazy, her hips went crazy, hell it felt like the whole room went crazy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Very quickly, my cock disappeared into Kristen\u2019s bum and my crotch collided against her ass cheeks. With no further place to go, I slowly pulled back until just the head was in her tight hole. Stopping briefly, I took a deep breath, tried clearing my mind, then got to work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In my mind, I started chanting, \u201cIt\u2019s a job. It\u2019s a job.\u201d As I slowly shoved my hips forward. \u201cIt\u2019s a job.\u201d Bottomed out against her bottom. \u201cIt\u2019s a job.\u201d Shifted direction. \u201cIt\u2019s a job. It\u2019s a job.\u201d My hips shifted into autopilot, but I kept it slow, as my hips pumped back and forth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I don\u2019t remember how long I kept working my hips and chanting my mantra. I do seem to remember Kristen quaking under me before she became very damp. Several pumps later I felt her start quaking again but I kept going. Pump. Pump. Pump. \u201cIt\u2019s a job.\u201d Suddenly Kristen bucked and my balls exploded with a massive vibration, and everything fell forward onto the cover, as my balls pumped seed past Kristen squeezing anus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I found myself laying on Kristen\u2019s back. She was still in the throes of an orgasm. I was still injecting my orgasm into her. I felt like I\u2019ve run a marathon. What the fuck just happened?<\/p>\n\n\n\n When my balls no longer functioned, I carefully rolled beside Kristen. She was zonked out and covered in sweat. Not a lite dew like the other times, but a thick covering of sweat. She looked well used. She looked fucked up. She had been fucked well. Fucked by me. Well fucked by me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I then gave our audience the once over. All three had a look of shock on their faces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Helen got her tongue first and said, \u201cI don\u2019t know how you did what you did, but I want some of what you just gave her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cynthia added, \u201cDitto.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Helen then answered, \u201cHow many times did she cum?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tory said, \u201cI counted six.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kristen mumbled, \u201cIt was five, but the last one should count as two.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Helen said, \u201cYeah, you surprised me when you bucked forward, and the vibrator ended up on Dave\u2019s balls. I think that finished him off.\u201d Well, that explains that weird vibration when I came.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kristen mumbled, \u201cI\u2019m kind of glad it happened. I don\u2019t know how much more I could\u2019ve taken.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tory said, \u201cYou two just relax while we get the sandwiches made.\u201d Tory left with Helen right behind her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cynthia knelt beside me, caressing my face, and said, \u201cWe\u2019ve got some work to do, but from what I\u2019ve just witnessed, you\u2019ve got an excellent chance of being a rich man. Maybe not with babies, but definitely as a lover. Do the same to our clients, and they\u2019ll pay double for seconds.\u201d She then left to help the others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Looking at my remaining slave, she appeared to be asleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n Several minutes later, the ladies served lunch. In the meantime, I had gotten my sweats back on. As for Kristen, she was still asleep, naked, and sprawled out on the floor. She didn\u2019t even stir when Cynthia collected the sample buried in Kristen\u2019s ass. I don\u2019t know how anyone could stay asleep being violated like that, but somehow, she did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After finishing lunch, Helen and Tory grabbed Miss Sleeping Beauty and headed to their quarters. Cynthia stayed a bit to get a debriefing of my session with Kristen\u2019s ass. In her words, it was a medical debriefing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After detailing the session, Cynthia emphasized the high points: desensitizing cream, eyes closed which eliminated visual stimulation, concentration focused elsewhere. Excellent results. Very good progress. With that said, Cynthia left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I spent the alone time working on my autobiography. Once it was finished, I shifted to watching the boob tube. Like always, the only thing playing, crap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n About 5:30, there was a knock at the door and then Kristen entered, saying, \u201cSorry I didn\u2019t wait, but I figured it might be better if I came right in, to keep you off your feet. Okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou\u2019re good.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI came to tell you that we\u2019re having a Tuna casserole for dinner. It\u2019s taking a bit longer to cook, so they sent me over to keep you company.\u201d She then sat beside me and puckered her lips. Mama didn\u2019t raise stupid, so I grabbed her, and we started necking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This afternoon, Kristen wasn\u2019t wearing much, just a lite green frilly blouse that had buttons, same tight shorts she had on earlier, and a pair of flip flops. Nothing else. No bra. No panties. As for me, I was still wearing sweats and a pair of tighty whities.<\/p>\n\n\n\n We started slow, but soon Kristen\u2019s blouse had been unbuttoned and I was sucking on her nips. After a couple minutes of breast worship, Kristen switched it up, took my sweatshirt off and started working on my nips. Fuck, I like it. Hell no, I love it!<\/p>\n\n\n\n With everything heating up, I tugged off Kristen\u2019s shorts, and found out that her flip flops had already gone missing. This left her totally naked with my face buried between her spread thighs. Damn, her honey\u2019s flowing nicely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It took a couple of minutes for me to tongue an orgasm out of Kristen\u2019s clit, but shortly her hips started bucking and then she leaned back as she squealed with pleasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When her climax was over, there was a brief struggle of minds. I was going for seconds, as my mouth headed back towards her pussy. She was tugging at my sweats, going for my dick. I let her win, and soon I was laying naked on the couch, with my cock buried in her sweet mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Unlike earlier, we both took it slow and I was able to control myself, and not spoil our fun. Once she had me, hard as a rock, we switched places, and it was my turn to eat pussy again. I let my stick chill, while my tongue warmed Kristen back up. It didn\u2019t take me long to pop her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She squealed some unintelligible words and started thrashing about. Thinking she might thrash herself right off the sofa, I quickly got over her. It wasn\u2019t totally my fault, that my dick just happened to end up in her twat, but it did. And it\u2019s not my fault, she thrashed my dick into her twat until it could go no deeper. Nope, it\u2019s not my fault.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And it\u2019s still not my fault, that my hips shifted into gear, and pumped my dick into her squeezing tunnel. Damn his bitch is tight. I need to stop thinking about doing her. I need to think about something else. How about her face. No, her eyes. What color? And can I read her eyes?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Shifting my concentration, I found that she had brown eyes. Very nice brown eyes. And they\u2019re thrilled. Thrilled brown eyes. Right then I felt something touching my butt. She was grabbing my butt with her hands and had her legs wrapped around me. She liked this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My balls squeezed and my hips shoved, pushing my cock deep, planting my seed close to her womb. Damn it, I\u2019m cumming. I bucked another load deep. Okay, not a hair trigger, but it still needs improvement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kristen wiggled under me, so I quickly got off of her. She whimpered, \u201cSorry, but can I give myself another?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I huffed out, \u201cGo for it girl.\u201d And I watched as she started rubbing her clit. Within a few seconds, she started bucking and grunting. That\u2019s different, grunting. She bucked a few more seconds and then stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nature started calling, so as I hobbled to the toilet, I said, \u201cKeep doing it.\u201d I paused before adding, \u201cIf you wish.\u201d I don\u2019t believe she heard the last part, because about five minutes later I heard a scream and I rushed back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kristen was out like a light. The sofa was soaked in sweat, just like her, and her pussy was bright red. She must\u2019ve rubbed herself into oblivion. I\u2019ve got to be clearer with my suggestions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A few minutes later, the other slaves arrived. All three stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Kristen lying on the sofa. After about fifteen seconds, Tory asked, \u201cDid you do that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSort of.\u201d And then I explained what happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the end Helen said, \u201cServes her right for not listening closely. Maybe next time, she\u2019ll confirm her orders.\u201d The three then headed to the dining room and I followed, leaving Kristen alone. We did get Kristen up in time to eat with us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dinner was nearly uneventful, but Cynthia added an additional chore, for what was now being called, my \u2018Impregnation Session\u2019. Originally, I had called them, \u2018Studding Session\u2019, but that had been changed to, \u2018Seeding Attempt\u2019, then to \u2018Breeding Session\u2019, before \u2018Fertilization Session\u2019, now it\u2019s \u2018Impregnation Session\u2019. She told me that the pregnancy rate was increased if the female orgasmed after insemination.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That meant that my job wasn\u2019t done with my orgasm, it was done after my recipient got TWO orgasms after receiving their load of seed. Cynthia didn\u2019t care whom popped the recipient, just pop them. There were some snickers and snide remarks from the others, but I ignored them. Fuck, my job had just gotten harder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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