Sex Slave For A Day


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"Er, yes," I said. And without waiting for an invitation the woman made to come in. Well, I could hardly push the door shut in her face, could I? I opened the door. She walked in and looked me up and down.

"Oh," was all she said, more surprised than offended. She was a little older than Lucy and had a much fuller figure.

Lucy had come in from the garden and greeted her visitor with a kiss on the cheek. They went and sat in the living room. I stayed out of sight.

"Make us some tea," Lucy called.

I didn't reply.

"Don't worry about clothes," Lucy added flatly.

I made the tea, not that easy wearing handcuffs, but I was still unsure about going in there starkers. I could hear them chatting and laughing together. I plucked up courage and took the tea through.

Lucy was sitting on the sofa, the woman in an armchair.

"Put it down there," Lucy said.

I put the tea on the table and poured them each a cup. I gave Lucy hers first and by my expression tried to ask her if it was really OK for me to be like this with her very respectable guest! Obviously it was.

"This is Gloria," Lucy said. "She's the manageress of..."

But I saw Gloria shake her head. Of a department store was my guess.

I turned to face Gloria and I put the tea on the table beside her.

"Lucy tells me you're her slave today," Gloria said.

"Yes, that's right, madam." I was on my best behaviour.

"And what do you do as a slave?"

"Well, anything madam desires," I replied. I had a sudden image of being naked at a Royal garden party and of the Queen asking me the same question: 'Eau, a slave, and what do you actually do as a slave...'

Gloria raised her eyebrows. "Anything?"

"That's what slaves are for," Lucy pointed out.

"Nice, isn't he," Gloria said. "Can I touch?" She wasn't asking me, she was asking Lucy.

"Of course you can," Lucy said.

Gloria put her hand up to my chest.

"So smooth, not a hair in sight. My ex was like a gorilla," but then she added incongruously. "Mind you, he was a pig."

I was still contemplating this interesting chimera when Gloria turned her attention to me again. "Am I allowed to touch his, thing?" she asked.

"Gloria, you can do anything you like to him." Lucy said.

Gloria took my cock in her hand, as though she was examining a piece of china Lucy had invited her to look at.

"He's got a pretty one, hasn't he?" She then relaxed her arm so that my cock was supporting its weight. Like a strap hanger on the tube. If they kept pulling it like this it would be dragging along the ground by the end of the day.

"He is nice," Gloria added. "I could almost get interested in men again if they were all like this."

"He's got a nice little bum too," Lucy said. Then to me: "Turn around."

I did so.

"Oh dear!" Gloria exclaimed. "Whatever happened to you?" She was inspecting the huge weal across my backside.

"Ah," Lucy started. "He was rather naughty earlier and I had to chastise him."

"Goodness, you two are taking this seriously, aren't you? Maybe I should have given my ex a few whacks, maybe that would have sorted him out."

"You can give my slave a few whacks instead if you like," Lucy offered generously.

"No, I couldn't do that," Gloria protested.

"He doesn't mind, do you?" And without waiting for a reply: "Go and get the cane." Then to reassure me: "Don't worry."

I came back with the cane and handed it to Gloria.

"Kneel down over there," Lucy said. "Close your eyes."

I knelt down on the floor between and in front of them.

"No," Gloria said. "I shouldn't."

"Tch, give it here," Lucy said.

Lucy gave me a gentle tap on the backside with the cane.

"See?" She did it again a bit harder, then a bit harder so that I flinched this time.

"Lucy," Gloria said. "You're hurting him."

Lucy hit me again with the cane, harder this time.

"Ah!" I exclaimed.

"No. That's hurting him," Lucy said. "Here."

I couldn't see, but I assumed Lucy passed the cane to Gloria. The next blow came from the other side, but was such a light tap I could hardly feel it.

"Harder than that!" Lucy encouraged her.

Gloria struck me again, a bit harder but nothing like as hard as Lucy had.

"Spread your legs," Gloria instructed. Oh oh, was Gloria getting into the swing of things?

I moved my knees wide apart. Gloria poked the end of the cane through my legs and pressed it upwards against my balls, then flicked it sideways against my cock.

"Ow."

"Did that hurt?" Gloria asked.

Lucy answered for me: "Of course it didn't hurt. Give him a good hard thwack, go on Gloria."

The cane withdrew and I waited for the blow. It came, but still was nothing like Lucy's. Gloria hit me a few more times, then she stopped. There was silence and no blows.

After a few moments silence I opened my eyes and peeped around. Lucy was now perched on the arm of Gloria's chair. Lucy and Gloria were French kissing. Lucy was caressing Gloria's left breast through her blouse.

Gloria saw me looking around and gave me a warning tap with the cane. I looked away. I heard them separating.

"Can I give him a good spanking?" Gloria asked. "Across my knee?"

"Gloria, you can do anything you like to him, he's a slave."

"Up here slave," Gloria said.

Gloria looked positively gleeful at the prospect. I got up, only slightly embarrassed by my huge erection. Quite why being caned by a pair of lesbians should have aroused me I can't imagine.

"See, I told you he enjoyed it," Lucy said as she returned to her place on the sofa. I bent over Gloria's knees.

"Oh dear," Gloria said. "Look at that poor little bum. So many streaks, does it hurt?"

"No, madam," I said.

Gloria caressed me soothingly, and then gave my bottom a little slap.

"How I would have liked to get my husband like this and get him back for all those times..."

She slapped me again, harder this time.

"You know," she said to Lucy. "He once came home at 3am stinking of perfume telling me he'd been to a perfume buyers' convention, can you believe that? The bastard."

Slap. A hard slap of her hand on my bare bottom.

"Ow!" I exclaimed.

"Be quiet!" Lucy said.

"And do you know, he even sold my new car to pay off his gambling debts and told me it had been stolen? God!"

Slap!

I sucked at my lower lip.

"And all those dolly birds, and the drinking..."

Slap, slap. Gloria was getting carried away. Slap! SLAP!

"Gloria, Gloria!" Lucy said.

Gloria regained her composure. "Well, he was a bastard." Gloria gave me one final whack for good measure and then pushed me off her knees.

"OK, that's enough, slave," Lucy said. "You're dismissed."

I got up thankful that Gloria wasn't going to take out years of mistreatment by her pig-gorilla on me.

"Oh, look," Lucy said.

My rampant cock had dribbled lubricant onto Gloria's pristine skirt.

"Take it off, Gloria, he'll sponge it for you."

Gloria didn't seem quite so ready to shed clothes as Lucy and she hesitated.

"It's alright," Lucy reassured her.

Gloria got up and modestly turned half away from me before unzipping and lowering her skirt. She was wearing what looked like very expensive silk camiknickers. But as she lifted her foot out of her skirt I got a glimpse of her crotch. It was absolutely soaking wet. Was that what she hadn't wanted me to see?

She gathered the skirt up, and rather than putting it into my outstretched hand she draped it over my erection, using my cock like a towel rail.

"I knew there had to be some good use for that male appendage," she observed.

Leaning slightly back to keep the skirt on its hook, I exited.

As I attended to Gloria's skirt with a damp sponge - hoping I was doing it right - I could hear Lucy and Gloria talking and laughing.

"Slave?" Lucy called after a while. "Bring us a large jug of orange juice and a large jug of iced water."

When I took the drinks in Lucy and Gloria were sitting side by side on the sofa, locked in an embrace, kissing deeply and feeling each others' tits. Gloria was still fully dressed, apart from the skirt, but she had opened Lucy's shirt and was caressing Lucy's naked breasts.

I cleared my throat and looked the other way, like all the best butlers - though the best butlers usually wear some clothes and don't have their wrists shackled.

Lucy and Gloria separated.

"Put it down there," Lucy said.

I put the tray down and started to leave.

"And leave that alone," Lucy said glancing at my half erect cock.

"Yes, madam."

For the best part of an hour I stayed in the kitchen listening to them, trying to work out what they were doing to each other. I was tempted to peek, but that could have got me another thrashing and my bum was sore enough as it was.

So I contented myself with listening to the kissing noises, the murmurings, the naughty little laughs, the little exclamations, the deep breathing, and what I took to be orgasmic sighs. Isn't it always the way - when you really want a wank you can't have one? My poor old dick was up and down like a yoyo as I listened to their lesbian lovemaking.

Finally they calmed down and I was summoned.

They were lying naked on the sofa, side by side facing each other, theirs hands on each other's cunts. They were both looking at me. Gloria showed no sign of embarrassment now.

"More orange juice, slave," Lucy said.

Must be thirsty work, this lesbianism.

When I came back with refreshed jug they were still in exactly the same position gently caressing each other.

"I've told Gloria what a nice tongue you have, slave. Would you like to try it, Gloria?"

They had rehearsed this.

Gloria spoke her line: "Oh, yes please." And she rolled over onto her back and opened her legs wide apart. So much for her earlier modesty.

What greeted me was a great sight. Gloria was a plump woman. Big breasts, narrow waist and large voluptuous thighs. But her cunt was something else - huge. Firstly, she had large amounts of jet black pubic hair, but it was shaved away from her cunt lips. And what lips!

The outer lips were like two bananas and the inner lips must have hung down two inches below that. Perhaps I exaggerate slightly. Her clitty was even bigger than Lucy's and protruding visibly. This wasn't going to be so much cunnilingus, more a three course meal.

I knelt in front of this feast, not knowing quite where to start. I licked the outside of her outer lips, then ran my tongue up between outer and inner lip. She tasted so nice as well. Of woman, of cunt, but also a sweet taste, strawberries?

Sucking her clitty was more like fellatio than cunnilingus. Lucy was watching all this intently, drinking her glass of orange juice.

"Not bad, is he?" Lucy said.

"Hmm. Not bad for a man," Gloria said.

"He's enjoying it anyway," Lucy said, kicking at my dick with her foot.

I was as stiff as a ramrod. But just as I was getting into it Gloria unceremoniously pushed me away.

"Gloria would like to see you wank," Lucy said.

They had worked all this out beforehand.

"Yes," Gloria said - she was reading her lines again. "My ex would never let me see him do that."

Well, I wasn't going to complain. I stood up and took matters in hand.

"Not here," Lucy chastised. "Upstairs, come on."

I wanted to follow them upstairs, but they said they wanted to admire my arse. I could hear them giggling as they followed me up the stairs.

"In the bathroom," Lucy said.

And when we were in there: "Lie down in the bath."

I lay down in the bath. Lucy and Gloria then sat side by side on the edge, Lucy level with my chest, Gloria level with my dick.

And then it dawned on me. How slow can you get? But no, surely, they weren't going to... they couldn't, could they?

"OK," Lucy said. "Start wanking. And you must tell us how you're getting on."

"How I'm getting on?"

"One is stone cold, er, six is excited, seven is very excited, eight you're really up there, nine is you know you are going to come, and ten is when you are actually coming. Got that? Where are you now?"

"About six or seven," I said. "But..." I was going to say something, but I realised protest would have been useless. I started to wank. I was producing so much lubricant my hand was sliding up and down my cock.

Lucy and Gloria were kissing and feeling each other.

"Alright, Gloria?" Lucy asked softly.

"Hmmm," Gloria affirmed. Was this all Gloria's idea? Revenge by proxy?

"Keep telling us where you are," Lucy reminded me, nudging me with her foot to emphasise the point.

"Seven... seven... seven..." Every few seconds I gave a progress report. I turned my head to look at Lucy's cunt which was just inches from my face. Lucy turned towards me a little more and opened her legs wider to give me a better view. I looked in the mirror which ran along the other side of the bath, trying to see Gloria's magnificent cunt reflected in it, but the angle wasn't quite right.

"He can't see you," Lucy said, moving Gloria's leg so that I could. "I want him to see us both properly when we..." but she trailed off.

"Seven, seven and a half... eight... eight..."

"Ready, Gloria?" Lucy said excitedly.

They had stopped kissing and were now concentrating hard on me.

"No," Gloria said, her voice sounding hoarse. "I don't think I can yet."

"Stay at eight," Lucy instructed. "Come on, Gloria." And Lucy put her hand to Gloria's cunt and slipped a couple of fingers inside her. I could see her thumb brushing across Gloria's clit.

"Is that better? Relax."

Gloria was nodding. Lucy took her hand away.

"Yes," Gloria said. "OK now, I think."

"Keep counting," Lucy said. "Keep counting, not too fast though."

Did they think I was a machine? "Eight... eight..."

They both shifted further forwards.

"Eight... eight... eight and a half... eight and a half... nine... yes, nine..!"

"Now, Gloria, now!" Lucy said.

But it was Lucy who let go first. Her hot stream of golden rain striking my shoulder, then cascading down onto my chest. Almost immediately Gloria started pissing too, right onto my dick and wanking hand.

Although I had realised they were going to piss on me, when it actually happened there was a moment of shock. My mental counter momentarily plunged from nine and a half to about zero, but then it exploded up to ten, eleven, twelve! I was coming, shooting spunk up to meet the hot torrent of piss from Gloria's cunt.

My eyes were shut in orgasm. I did not see Lucy step into the bath so she could direct her jet directly down onto my face. When I felt the hot stream on my neck then face I turned my head to try and avoid it. Then I felt Gloria's cunt on my spurting dick, she was crouching over me now, pressing my cock down flat against my stomach, making her piss spurt out everywhere.

I opened my eyes to see Lucy's cunt above my face and watched the last dribbles of piss running out of her. Finished, Lucy hopped quickly out of the bath.

"Gloria, here," she said urgently, "piss on his face."

Lucy helped Gloria move quickly forwards. And there it was, Gloria's huge gaping cunt pissing down on to my face. And I realised I was still coming, still orgasming. When Gloria had lifted her weight off my cock I seemed to start coming all over again. I came to a new peak, banging my head against the back of the bath as I did so.

I opened my eyes again. Gloria was still pissing on me. Lucy was reaching between Gloria's legs from behind and frigging her with two fingers as she pissed. Gloria had a look of sublime pleasure on her face.

"Oh," she exhaled. "How I would have liked to do THAT to my ex."

Well, clearly I had made somebody's day.

When Lucy felt that Gloria had finished venting her spleen, as well as the contents of a bladder the size of an Olympic swimming pool, she led her into the shower.

"Bath," Lucy said to me. "Then clean up in here."

I ran the bath and lazed there for a while in the hot water. I looked over my shoulder at Lucy and Gloria in the shower - it had a clear glass door, nobody was shy in this house. They were washing each other, kissing and canoodling, so I lazed on.

Next time I looked around Gloria was obviously feeling passionate again as she had Lucy pressed against the shower wall, her tongue so far down Lucy's throat she must have been licking her clit from the inside.

I finished my bath then went onto the landing for a towel. When I was dry I sat on the top step awaiting instructions.

"Towels!" came the call.

I wrapped two hot towels round the shoulders of two very happy lesbians.

"Get our clothes," Lucy said. "Lay them out on my bed. Then this bathroom needs a good going over."

Yes madam. Off I trotted. They had scattered their clothes over the living room with gay abandon. I found Gloria's knickers. The crotch was dry now. I held them to my face. They smelled divine. I straightened up the room, collected Gloria's skirt from the kitchen then took everything upstairs.

In the bedroom, they were at it again! Gloria was shagging Lucy for all she was worth. And I do mean shagging. I could see right up Gloria's arse crack, see the black straps, and see the black dildo attached to its harness thrusting in and out of Lucy.

Lucy saw me and whispered something to Gloria, which I think was something like: "do you want his tongue up your arsehole?" To which Gloria's whispered reply was something like: "tell him to fuck off." Lucy waved me away and got back to satisfying Gloria's desires. I put their clothes on a chair and sat on the landing listening.

I heard Gloria say: "I do love you so much, my little chicken, why don't you leave that man and come and live with me?"

Lucy was dismissive: "Gloria, don't start all that again."

Not wishing to intrude on this lovers' tiff I crept downstairs.

I was sitting in the kitchen watching the news when they came down. Both were dressed. Gloria looked just as respectable and well groomed as when she had arrived. I put the TV off as they approached.

"Goodness!" Gloria said. "It's gone six. I've got a Chamber of Commerce at seven. Must go. Thank you for the afternoon. And remember what I said." She turned to me: "Goodbye, slave, and if you ever want to see what being a slave is really like, Lucy has my number."

Not bloody likely, I thought.

"Thank you, madam. May I wish madam a pleasant evening," I said.

Gloria laughed. "He is sweet, isn't he?" She gave Lucy a kiss and a hug and she was gone.

I had visions of Gloria talking oh so sensibly to a room full of stony faced businessmen, stark naked and with Lucy sitting between her legs lapping at her cavernous womanhood.

Lucy shut the front door. "Thank you," she said to me.

I wondered if I should be toddling off home. Not that I had anything to rush home for - Anne was at a conference.

"You never mentioned Gloria," I said.

Lucy and John and Anne and I had a very close relationship, foursomes and so on in the old days, but we were now 'just good friends'. We enjoyed sharing tales of sexual exploits that none of us would have divulged to anyone else. But Lucy had never mentioned Gloria. I assumed John knew.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," Lucy said darkly. Then, changing her tone: "Now, dinner, slave. There's some salad in the fridge - nut loaf alright? - and some wine, some Chardonnay. Oh, and get some more up from the cellar, the rack's empty. I've got a bit more work to do. Eat outside shall we? And, get me a glass of wine now."

"Yes, madam, certainly, madam."

She came over and cupped her hand around my balls. She squeezed, then squeezed harder until she saw me wince.

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