Awakenings

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.

It was still pitch black and so dark that I couldn’t figure which of my slaves was fellatio’ing me, but I wasn’t going to spoil the moment by asking.

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.

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’ve seen that were flat chested.

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’d French me several seconds. After we had chilled a bit, she’d then resumed her ride, cowgirl style.

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’s 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.

Damn it! Damn it! I’ve got to grow up! This isn’t going to work if I can’t start manning up!

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’t helping!

Once my orgasm was over, I whispered to my lover, “Okay, it’s your turn.”

She gave me a hug and her pussy did another tight squeeze, as she answered back, “Nope, this is only for you.” There was a brief delay before she added, “Master.” Hell, I was so wasted I didn’t care what she called me.

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.

At this point Kristen slipped off of me and got out of bed. She then whispered, “Master, I’ve got to deliver the sample.” She then gave me a peck on the cheek before adding, “I’ll be right back.” Then she disappeared.

I don’t remember her coming back because I fell asleep before she could return.

***

I awoke with rays of sunlight dancing on my face. Once the fog lifted a bit, I checked the bed and found it empty.

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!

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.

As I was exiting my front door, I found Kristen sitting naked in a chair on the front stoop.

I guess my demeanor must’ve freaked her out, because as soon as she saw me, her eyes got really big and she whimpered out, “Master, please forgive me. I must’ve lost track of time. I promise this won’t happen again. I’ll just wait in bed until you’re finished doing me.” Then she started getting up.

Placing my hand on her shoulder, I gently pushed her back into the chair and said, “Chill babe, you’re good.”

She then asked, “Then why were you so freaked?”

Knowing I’d be opening a can of worms by telling her I thought she had escaped, I lied, “Had a bad dream. I just needed someone close.” Before she asked for more details, I quickly asked, “So why are you out here?”

“Just watching the sunrise. It’s so beautiful. Until this morning, I’ve taken it for granted.”

After pulling a chair closer to Kristen, I sat down and asked, “Care to explain?”

She answered, “When I woke up and saw you sleeping beside me, I remembered my rank. That’s when I noticed it was getting light, so I headed here to watch the sunrise and think about my future.” Hell, maybe I should’ve told her the truth, but I just let her continue.

“Up 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 ‘the devil incarnate’.

“After 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.

“It was at my kid sister’s wedding reception, and for the guests’ 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’t answered, instead, I was shipped here.

“This morning I had an epiphany. I had a purpose. I was needed. I have a future. Yes, I’m a slave, bought and paid for, but I was bought because of my skill and virility.” Kristen then held onto my hand as she said, “You 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’ve been rescued by a ‘White Knight’.”

I asked, “What made last night so special?”

Kristen gave me a big smile before she said, “My first orgasm. It was toe curling.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, 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.

“College wasn’t 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’s near the top of my class, with an excellent job, and still a virgin.

“So, 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.

“It was tough, trying to find someone to share the rest of my life with. I dated several men. Most didn’t 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.

“As you know, Bill and I got married on New Year’s 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.

“The 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.

“Over 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.

“All that changed on March, 21^st, 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.

“When 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’s cup.

“After the paperwork was finalized, Bill ordered me to show his new fiancée, 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’s when I discovered I had been gypped.

“While Bill was doing Bree, she started rubbing her clit until she started bucking under him. That’s 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.

“It’s been just over a month since I’ve been converted. During that time, I’ve been used dozens of times, none ever getting me close to having any pleasure, let alone an orgasm. And self-satisfaction wasn’t an option, I was either too busy or too tired. Until last night.

“I 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.” Kristen then gave my hand a kiss.

I was speechless but I did mumble out a, “Your welcome.”

“I do have one favor to ask. If you don’t mind, I’d 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’re my master, and you can do what you wish. Can we go inside now and make a baby?”

Okay that’s another first, and when she stood up and tightly held my hand as she led me to the bedroom, it was another first.

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.

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’t 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.

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.

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, “Please, don’t stop, I’m so close.” Knowing I couldn’t control when my orgasm was over, I shifted into pleasuring her.

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’s shoulders. As a result, my cock was now moving up and down, instead of in and out. I’ve read that this causes the bony base of the penis to make more contact with a woman’s clit. It was now a good time to practice what I’ve read.

I bucked downward, focusing my energy on my lover’s clit. When my pubic mound slapped into Kristen’s 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’s hope for me yet.

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’s when I noticed that she again had a thin veil of perspiration covering her body.

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, ‘Uncle’.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

At some point, someone noticed that Kristen’s still naked. And besides that, she’s dripping. Dripping my sperm onto the kitchen floor. They started complaining to me and I told them that Kristen’s a big girl, she can do what she wants. After another couple of minutes of the bitches bitching, Kristen disappeared, telling everyone that they’ve won.

Hell, I was enjoying the conflict and the nudity. Maybe breakfast should be ‘no clothes allowed’. Maybe all meals should be ‘no clothes allowed’. Fuck that, maybe the whole camp should be ‘no clothes allowed’.

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: ‘Bun in the Oven’ with an arrow pointing downward. That got the other bitches squawking. Kristen just ignored them. I like that girl’s style.

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.

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.

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’s room so she could put her sandals back on.

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.

Once inside, she led us straight to the dorm showers. Why? We’ve already showered. I just chilled and waited to see where this went.

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.

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!

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.

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!

As Kristen’s 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.

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.

It got even better when Tory said, “We’ve got a nice one here ladies.”

Helen replied, “Oh yes, that is a nice one.”

I looked down at the object of their affection. There in all its full glory, a hard woody.

Kristen wailed, “Stay back, he’s mine.” She fell to her knees in front of me and swallowed it.

The fingers in my ass disappeared as Cynthia said, “While Kristen’s having a drink, let’s dry off and get dressed.” She then leaned over and whispered something in Kristen’s ear. This gave me a nice side view of Cynthia’s 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!

I grunted and my hips bucked forward. This sudden motion buried the head of my dick into Kristen’s throat while it was depositing its first load of cream. This must’ve gagged Kristen because she quickly pulled away and started retching. The remainder of my climax landed on Kristen’s chest and thighs.

Quickly I held my head down and closed my eyes. I didn’t need to see the look of disgust on everyone’s face.

Shit, I’m 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.

I quickly dashed out and ran back to my bungalow.

***

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.

When she arrived, I was sitting naked in the living room. That’s 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’s when I knew I had fucked up again.

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.

I asked how, and she answered, “I should have known, that the prostate massage, would’ve been too much. It’s a technique used to help someone to get an erection. Getting an erection, isn’t your problem, it’s …” She cut herself off before she made it worse. She then said, “It might help if I knew exactly what you were thinking about just before you ejaculated.” She paused before adding, “Medically speaking.”

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, “Okay that helps. Men are visual based. This is new to you. Give it some time, and the vision of a naked lady won’t be such a turn on. Hell, after a year, you’ll probably be needing pills to get it up.” Her talk helped some, but not much.

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’s all over the board, but it appears she’s further along than the rest. I agreed and told Cynthia about Kristen’s sunrise revelation.

As Cynthia was cleaning up to leave, I said, “Since you’ve ordered me to take it easy, can you tell the others lunch is over here today. Sandwiches and chips will be fine.” I thought about leaving it at that, but something kept bugging me, so I added, “As a pre-show, I’m doing Kristen’s butt. Everyone’s to watch, Kristen’s request, you can check with her, if you like.”

Standing by the door, Cynthia said, “Do you mind a suggestion?” She didn’t wait for my answer when she said, “Use desensitizing cream on yourself. Then use the same on Kristen’s anus. That’s what I did for you and Helen the other day. I’ll bring some over when we come.” She turned and left.

***

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.

Earlier, due to the call of nature, I had hobbled around, and I was now wearing sweats while watching TV.

Getting straight to the point, I asked, “Kristen, before lunch, or after?”

It took her a second to figure out what I was asking, before she answered, “Before.”

I stood and started removing my sweats as I said, “Well get naked and get on the floor.”

She asked, “Here and not upstairs in your bedroom? What about the carpet?”

With my clothes now off, I sat back down, naked, before answering, “Doctor’s orders, no walking. I’m not crawling upstairs to do you. Besides you wanted witnesses and there isn’t enough room in the bedroom for everyone. As for the carpet, if it concerns you, grab a towel or something.” She was now naked and looked like she was leaving, I stopped her by saying, “Before you leave, pick someone to officiate.” I can be so astute, she gave me a puzzled look, so I added, “They’re going to get me hard, warm you up, then make sure I’m screwing the correct hole, your ass.”

Kristen’s face blushed as she mumbled, “Helen.”

Without thinking, Helen wailed, “Why me?”

Kristen gave it a brief thought before answering, “He likes your tits.” She’s right! I do like Helen’s tits. Then Kristen disappeared to find a covering for the floor.

Helen looked at me saying, “Should I get undressed too?”

I was going to answer in the affirmative, I wanted to play with her rack, but Cynthia spoiled that when she said, “My recommendation is no.” A brief pause before she added, “Medically speaking.” Another pause. “Master.”

Okay, I got the hint. Take everything slower. So, answering Helen, “No you’re good. Just come over here and let’s get better acquainted.” She then sat beside me before we started kissing.

I took it slow. As slow as humanly possible, at least for me. We kissed. We touched. We stroked. I started hardening up.

By this time Kristen had a spot covered and was waiting. Breaking my lip lock, I looked at her saying, “Your turn.” 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.

Over the next several minutes Helen warmed Kristen and me up nicely. Soon Helen said, “Let’s move this to the floor.” She then arranged Kristen on her hands and knees on the cover and helped me crawl into position behind my lover.

Cynthia tossed a tube onto the cover saying, “Use that on him. Just be careful, especially under the head. There’s a spot there that’s real sensitive. Apply a thick coating there. But just be really careful.”

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’t know why I didn’t shoot when she rubbed my dick, but I didn’t. Once she finished, I kept my eyes closed and did some deep breathing.

While I was trying to chill, I heard something else being tossed onto the floor then Cynthia said, “Use that on her like I did to you. Try to get some inside. Start with one finger and then two. Loosen her up. It’ll make it easier.” Keeping my eyes closed, I just waited, trying to chill.

Suddenly someone touched my thigh, then I heard Helen whisper, “Master, she’s ready.”

I said, “Okay, let’s do this. Just make sure I’m in the right spot.” I took a quick peek before I started crawling on top of Kristen. As I was getting into position, Cynthia said, “Kristen, put your chest on the floor and grab your butt cheeks. It’ll be easier on both of you.” I felt Kristen’s shoulder drop.

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’s asshole. Tory then whispered to Kristen, “Honey, when you feel him pushing, relax your butthole, like you’re trying to take a crap.”

Slowly I pushed my hips forward and Kristen started wiggling. Quickly Tory said, “Relax.” 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.

I controlled my passion and kept my hips in check. Caressing Kristen’s shoulder blades, I whispered, “I’m in, you can get up now.” 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, “Cynthia, you can start now.”

Not having an idea what was going on, I asked, “Start what?”

Cynthia answered, “She wants me to use the vibrator, like I did to Helen. Is that okay?”

Grinning, I leaned down and kissed the back of Kristen’s neck. At the same time, I gave one of Kristen’s breasts a gentle squeeze before loudly saying, “Pop the BITCH.” 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.

Very quickly, my cock disappeared into Kristen’s 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.

In my mind, I started chanting, “It’s a job. It’s a job.” As I slowly shoved my hips forward. “It’s a job.” Bottomed out against her bottom. “It’s a job.” Shifted direction. “It’s a job. It’s a job.” My hips shifted into autopilot, but I kept it slow, as my hips pumped back and forth.

I don’t 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. “It’s a job.” 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.

I found myself laying on Kristen’s back. She was still in the throes of an orgasm. I was still injecting my orgasm into her. I felt like I’ve run a marathon. What the fuck just happened?

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.

I then gave our audience the once over. All three had a look of shock on their faces.

Helen got her tongue first and said, “I don’t know how you did what you did, but I want some of what you just gave her.”

Cynthia added, “Ditto.”

Helen then answered, “How many times did she cum?”

Tory said, “I counted six.”

Kristen mumbled, “It was five, but the last one should count as two.”

Helen said, “Yeah, you surprised me when you bucked forward, and the vibrator ended up on Dave’s balls. I think that finished him off.” Well, that explains that weird vibration when I came.

Kristen mumbled, “I’m kind of glad it happened. I don’t know how much more I could’ve taken.”

Tory said, “You two just relax while we get the sandwiches made.” Tory left with Helen right behind her.

Cynthia knelt beside me, caressing my face, and said, “We’ve got some work to do, but from what I’ve just witnessed, you’ve 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’ll pay double for seconds.” She then left to help the others.

Looking at my remaining slave, she appeared to be asleep.

***

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’t even stir when Cynthia collected the sample buried in Kristen’s ass. I don’t know how anyone could stay asleep being violated like that, but somehow, she did.

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’s ass. In her words, it was a medical debriefing.

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.

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.

About 5:30, there was a knock at the door and then Kristen entered, saying, “Sorry I didn’t wait, but I figured it might be better if I came right in, to keep you off your feet. Okay?”

“You’re good.”

“I came to tell you that we’re having a Tuna casserole for dinner. It’s taking a bit longer to cook, so they sent me over to keep you company.” She then sat beside me and puckered her lips. Mama didn’t raise stupid, so I grabbed her, and we started necking.

This afternoon, Kristen wasn’t 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.

We started slow, but soon Kristen’s 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!

With everything heating up, I tugged off Kristen’s 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’s flowing nicely.

It took a couple of minutes for me to tongue an orgasm out of Kristen’s clit, but shortly her hips started bucking and then she leaned back as she squealed with pleasure.

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.

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’t take me long to pop her.

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’t totally my fault, that my dick just happened to end up in her twat, but it did. And it’s not my fault, she thrashed my dick into her twat until it could go no deeper. Nope, it’s not my fault.

And it’s 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?

Shifting my concentration, I found that she had brown eyes. Very nice brown eyes. And they’re 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.

My balls squeezed and my hips shoved, pushing my cock deep, planting my seed close to her womb. Damn it, I’m cumming. I bucked another load deep. Okay, not a hair trigger, but it still needs improvement.

Kristen wiggled under me, so I quickly got off of her. She whimpered, “Sorry, but can I give myself another?”

I huffed out, “Go for it girl.” And I watched as she started rubbing her clit. Within a few seconds, she started bucking and grunting. That’s different, grunting. She bucked a few more seconds and then stopped.

Nature started calling, so as I hobbled to the toilet, I said, “Keep doing it.” I paused before adding, “If you wish.” I don’t believe she heard the last part, because about five minutes later I heard a scream and I rushed back.

Kristen was out like a light. The sofa was soaked in sweat, just like her, and her pussy was bright red. She must’ve rubbed herself into oblivion. I’ve got to be clearer with my suggestions.

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, “Did you do that?”

“Sort of.” And then I explained what happened.

At the end Helen said, “Serves her right for not listening closely. Maybe next time, she’ll confirm her orders.” 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.

Dinner was nearly uneventful, but Cynthia added an additional chore, for what was now being called, my ‘Impregnation Session’. Originally, I had called them, ‘Studding Session’, but that had been changed to, ‘Seeding Attempt’, then to ‘Breeding Session’, before ‘Fertilization Session’, now it’s ‘Impregnation Session’. She told me that the pregnancy rate was increased if the female orgasmed after insemination.

That meant that my job wasn’t done with my orgasm, it was done after my recipient got TWO orgasms after receiving their load of seed. Cynthia didn’t 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.

After dinner, I handed out copies of my autobiography. [Autobio Dave] As they looked it over, they also cleaned up. Then all four sat down for a much deeper read.

When all four were ready, I fielded questions for about an hour, then we watched a couple of movies. It was about 10:30 when everyone decided to call it a day. As I expected, Cynthia stood and headed my way, as the others left.

When she got closer, I asked, “How should we handle this?”

I noticed a twinkle in Cynthia’s eyes, before she said, “That’s my line. You’re the master, I’m the slave.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss before adding, “I don’t mind taking the lead, but you’ve got to be more alpha or you’re going to have a mess on your hands.”

Squeezing her ass, I said, “Point taken, madam.”

She then grabbed my hand and led me to my bedroom, while saying, “First get ready for bed, then I’ll treat your feet, that way you won’t walk off the ointment. After that I’ll join you and we’ll see where it goes.” For the next few minutes, that’s what we did.

She watched as I undressed, did my nightly routine in the bathroom, and sat on the edge of the bed, where she cleaned and treated my feet. Once she was finished, it was my turn to watch. Unlike me, she did a subtle striptease, when she removed her clothing.

The clothing she was wearing, wasn’t all that sexy: grey t-shirt, brown slacks, and sandals. But it was the way she took them off that made them very sexy.

She slowly pulled the bottom of the t-shirt up; at the same time, she wiggled her hips. It was several long seconds before she uncovered her navel. She now slowly turned around until her back was towards me. As the shirt continued upwards, I watched her shake her butt. Tonight, it looked fucking hot! Yeah, that’s a nice piece of ass.

The bottom of the shirt went up over her bra strap and finished bunching around her neck, totally exposing her shoulders. With her back bare, Cynthia slowly turned until she faced me again. Here the shirt still hid the goods, so while I sat there fixated, the cloth slowly danced until the bra was fully exposed and the shirt disappeared.

This is the first time I noticed any of the slaves wearing a brasserie. This one was pink and really helped display Cynthia’s full-sized rack. Nice, very nice.

Now the show shifted to the slacks. Cynthia switched up her act and stopped dancing her hips. While she unbuttoned her pants, she licked her lips. Then ever so slowly, she unzipped the fly, letting the pants split apart. Damn, she’s wearing pink panties! My eyes bugged out, Cynthia smiled, and her sandals flipped off.

She then spun 180 degrees and wiggled out of her pants. Damn, I like that ass covered in pink, Wait, it’s shear, so shear I can see her butt crack. Does that mean I’ll see her slit?

My answer was seconds away, because Cynthia spun around, and I saw her slit. Damn, they’re wet too! I was totally focused on that wet spot, until the bra interrupted my stare. Wait a second, the bra’s on the floor. That means her tits were free. Oh boy they’re free! They’re nice. Oh, look at them hanging as she peels off her panties. Fuck, look at that ass wiggle as she walks into the bathroom. I chilled and about a minute later, Cynthia returned, turning off the lights before joining me in bed.

We moved closer and started kissing. Our tongues played, my hand fondled a breast, her hand fondled my dick. Almost right away, Cynthia whispered, “Nice erection.”

“Nice show.”

Some more fondling that included my balls and pubic area, then she said, “I think Tory’s right, I like you shaved too.” Pushing me onto my back, Cynthia straddled my hips. We kissed, she shifted about, and then mounted up. Man, she’s moving fast.

With me buried deep, she laid on my chest, and nuzzled. She didn’t move much, just a bit, up and down. She cooed, “Yeah, I like it. Skin against skin. Nice.” I did notice it felt different without the hair getting in the way. After a few more seconds of cuddling, I felt Cynthia sit up and start riding my shaft slowly.

With it being totally dark, I was visually impaired, but that didn’t stop my hands from fondling my lover. Well not all of her, only her tits. Cynthia’s got a nice rack. Not as firm as Helen’s, but more volume. Okay, bigger. They were a nice handful.

Before I could really start enjoying her rack, Cynthia asked, “Do you mind trying something. I’ve read something that might help you in the future.”

“Okay.”

She took my hand and said, “Make a fist.” When I did, she placed it right in front of our union, and then started hunching it. She held it firmly and ground her clit on my knuckles. Damn, the woman is using my fist to get herself off! And she’s riding my cock as she’s doing it! And she’s doing all the fucking. This is fucking great!

About a minute later, I heard Cynthia start grunting before she froze. I could tell from the way she pressed my fist into her cunt, and from the way her tunnel was squeezing my dick, she was having one hell of a cum.

At the very end of her climax, she let go of my wrist and fell forward onto my chest. Her tits pressed into mine as she started breathing deeply. Between breaths, she moaned, “I can’t go on. You’ll need to finish.”

It didn’t take a brain surgeon to know what to do. Holding her tightly, I said, “Hold on babe, I’m rolling us over.” Once our roles had been reversed, it took no time what’s so ever, for my hips to get into the groove. Fun’s over, I’m plowing the bitch. She’s already had hers, now it’s my turn.

With the governor off, it took only about a dozen thrusts before I came. It wasn’t all that good and soon I was lying beside Cynthia. After panting several seconds, I remembered phase two and my fingers went walking toward Cynthia’s clit.

Before they arrived, Cynthia grabbed my wrist and said, “Please no, it’s a bit sore after that ride.”

“But you said …”

She interrupted by saying, “I know hun, but a woman has the right to change her mind. Besides, my womb’s still churning, so your juice is getting milked in. You’ve done good.” Pulling us together, she spooned in front of me, wrapping my arm over her, and said, “Can we just cuddle, I miss being held.”

That’s the way I fell asleep, cuddling with a slave.

Timeline Notation: Saturday April 27, 2002