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Chapter 4
Bill lay between the contrasting beauties. To his left reclined the love of his life, Jasmine; petit, buxom and soft. She was his ideal woman, both in body and mind. On his right, trembling, slightly dazed and afraid, lay Patricia. Tall, blond and muscular, she was the epitome of the fabled Amazons. Tonight, he would have them both.
Smiling, Bill put forth his commands, his baritone voice filling the ears of the two women. “Patricia, I want you to suck my cock.”
Nearly void of will, she eased her way down his body and took his cock in her mouth, sucking his already dripping member into her throat.
“Jasmine,” he said , sliding a pillow beneath his posterior and making Patricia hesitate for a moment. “Eat my ass.”
Thrilled, as she always was when he deigned to command her, Jasmine slipped downward between his lifting knees. She reached in with her hands, pulling his buttocks apart and buried her face between the cheeks of his well-toned ass and extended her tongue to lick the puckered hole.
For a moment, the gaze of the two women met and they watched as the other performed her ordered task. Breaking the stare, Patricia looked past Jasmine to the pictures that lined the walls. Dreamily, she thought of how it might have been her in those images had she not… Bill groaned, disturbing Patricia from her thoughts as he pushed her head down, holding her firmly by her long blonde hair. He began thrusting into the back of her throat,
awash with the pleasure the two women were providing.
With no warning, he pulled the tall blond from his cock and drew her lips to his. “I still own you, don’t I?” he asked, his voice a breathy whisper.
“Yes,” she breathed back and closed her eyes.
“Auld Lang Syne”, he muttered.
“No,” she gasped, staring into his eyes in the dim light.
“Auld Lang Syne,” he repeated. Suddenly her body tensed, curling slightly as she fought off the impending orgasm.
“Please don’t. I don’t want to be controlled that way anymore,” she begged.
“Auld Lang Syne,” he said again, his voice more commanding than before.
Muscles clenched throughout her body and her strength gave way. Suddenly, she climaxed.
“Old Lang Syne,” Bill repeated another time and another and another.
Again and again, she came, her will entirely his to command. “Please…” she managed before another orgasm passed through her body. Another iteration of ‘Auld Lang Syne’ and she was lost, her body falling into a fit of orgasms, unordered, unprompted and beyond her control. Patricia cried out after each climactic moment, eyes begging silently for Bill to stop making her cum.
Bill watched sadistically, his cock hard, while she struggled to gain control of her body. Looking towards his wife, who no longer performed her assigned duties, he could see her watching Patricia, mesmerized by his exhibition of control. Then, as if to demonstrate further control, he winked at his wife.
“Halt!” he commanded, instantly silencing Patricia’s moans.
He waited for a moment, his hand up, holding Jasmine to silence. Smiling, he watched as Patricia fell into a near instant and deep slumber, curled up on her side.
“What do you think, Jaz?” he asked, smiling arrogantly.
“Can we keep her?” Jasmine asked.
“Hah! Ready for more?” he asked.
“More? Oh my God. Yes!” she replied.
“Patricia,” he said, his voice soft but clear.
“Yes Master?” came her dreamy reply.
“Rub your pussy for me.”
Eyes still closed, half sleeping and half in delirium, Patricia’s right hand slipped between her legs and began rubbing her pussy.
“How does that feel?” Bill asked.
“It doesn’t feel like anything, Master,” she returned.
“Why not?”
Because we ruined my pussy, Sir.”
“Patricia, would you like your ass filled?” he asked.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
Turning to his wife, Bill ordered she retrieve an inflatable plug from the closet. She nearly jumped from the bed, running to retrieve the object. Quickly, she slid open the mirrored closet door, nearly knocking it from its tracks and shoved her hand into their toy box.
“I have your favorite toy,” he told her as he tapped her thighs. “Lift your legs for me.”
Patricia smiled through her dream-like state and brought her knees to her chest. “Thank you, Master.”
Patricia found the plug and came to Bill with plug held out, much as a child might display a favorite toy. He directed her to wet the plug with her mouth and then to insert it into Patricia’s bottom.
“How much would you like to be stretched?” he asked.
“Whatever pleases you, Sir,” she answered.
“Pump it,” he ordered his wife.
Moans escaped the dazed girl’s lips as the plug began inflating. She grasped at the thick comforter beneath her and she wiggled her bottom in a vain attempt to fuck the inflating plug.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” she hissed. “So good, Master.”
Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled. “May I cum, Master?”
“Not yet, darling,” he said.
Patricia’s need grew and she wiggled more frantically. “Please, Sir, may I cum now?”
“Not yet.”
Over and over she asked, begging for release, each pump adding to her need for release.
“Please, I need to cum so bad! Please!”
Again, he repeated those hated words. “Not yet.”
“Please,” she begged, her voice becoming ever more frantic “I’ll do anything you want! Please!”
“Will you eat Jasmine?”
“I can’t!”
“Then you won’t get to cum,” he told her.
For long and long she struggled, her repeated request for relief receiving the same reply of negation. Over and over the scene repeated. Finally, unable to resist her needs, she gave in.
“When she cums I will let you cum,” Bill told her.
“Oh, God, I need to cum so bad!” she responded.
At Bill’s urging, Jasmine took his place on their large bed. She lay back, spreading her legs. Bill grabbed Patricia’s thick blond hair and pushed her between his wife’s legs. She hesitated for a moment, prompting Bill to wiggle the fully inflated plug in the girl’s ass. Moaning with frustration and pleasure, Patricia began lapping at the shaven cleft between the tiny girl’s legs.
“Oh, God…I’m cumming already!” Jasmine screamed.
“Cum for me,” Bill whispered into Patricia’s ear.
Suddenly, the room filled with deafening groans and screams. Jasmine grabbed Patricia’s hair and pulled her against her wet hole. Ejaculate spilled forth from Jasmine’s sex and filled the attending mouth.
“Swallow it! Oh, God, swallow it!” Jasmine screamed.
Patricia, her mind awash in pleasure and numb to thought, obeyed Jasmine’s command. She slurped at the gush of liquid that squirted forth and drank in as much as she could.
“Cum for me,” Bill urged the women.
The room, still filled with loud moans, reached a larger crescendo than before. The two women screamed with pleasure, both gushing warm, thick liquid from between their legs. Then, as suddenly as it had began their orgasms subsided.
Bill reached down and deflated the bladder, removing it from Patricia’s ass, replacing it with his swollen member. He stroked, long and hard before exploding and filling her with his own fluids.
“Come over here,” he said to his wife as he lifted a vacant eyed Patricia to her knees. Jasmine obeyed, her own eyes giving lie to a similar state.
“Nothing goes to waste tonight,” he told Jasmine, directing her to slide beneath his recent conquest.
“Open your mouth and slide your head under her ass,” he told her.
Guiding Patricia so her bottom’s gaping hole was directly over Jasmine’s mouth, he told her “Push.”
Slowly, a thick flow of liquid exited her ass, the girl below her receiving it in her open mouth. Repeating his command, the girl continued to push the warm, milky fluid from her body and into the waiting mouth below.
Bill kneeled down and whispered into Jasmine’s ear. “Swallow.”
Jasmine, her full consciousness returning to her, swallowed, disbelieving the events which were transpiring.
“Good girl,” he told her. “Now, eat her ass and make her cum.”
He pushed Patricia downward, forcing her to rest part of her weight on Jasmine’s face. Once again, Bill ordered his wife to action. “Eat her ass, my little slut!”
Jasmines eyes widened, emotions torn between the excitement and anger she felt at such a humiliation.
“Now! I want you to eat her,” he said, his voice deep and stern.
Jasmine ran through the scenario before her, still angry and excited. She looked up at him and gazed into his steady eyes. Then, as if guided by some unseen force, she opened her mouth and began licking and sucking the damp, cum oozing opening.
Patricia’s eyes opened wide, excitement overcoming her body. She shook and moaned, fighting to retain her balance. The orgasm built quickly and with a sharpness that was beyond her grasp.
“Please my I cum?” she cried out.
“Cum for me,” Bill ordered.
Patricia moaned loudly, squirting the evidence of her orgasm and covering Jasmine with her juices.
“May I cum?” she cried out again.
“Cum for me,” he ordered.
Patricia begged again and again for release. Again and again she received the command that allowed her pleasure. Then, as before, pleasurable orgasms turned to unstoppably painful, locking her body in constant spasms.
“Halt!” he commanded, mercifully. Relieved, exhausted and delirious, Patricia fell to the bed, consciousness leaving her.
For many moments Jasmine lay silent with closed eyes. Her face, neck and chest were covered in the sticky residue of Patricia’s many orgasms. For long and long she struggled to find her voice, helpless for ought but blurred vision. At long last, she turned over and propped herself up on her elbows staring up at her husband. Bill watched, amused at his wife’s dreamy state. Rarely had he seen her this way and he wanted to catalogue the moment.
“God, I came so hard, Bill,” she whispered. “Fuck, Bill, why didn’t you tell me she was like this?”
“We never got that far, remember?”
“Bill,” she said, still whispering. “Can we keep her?”
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