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A week as a sex slave: Tuesday (cont. 6)
A week as a sex slave: Tuesday (cont. 6)
The kiss extended until mistress called up for Mary.
"We have company. Put on your really tight jean shorts and the pink top I gave you. We're going out for ice cream, and we need a driver."
Perplexed and awed, I hurried to do as I was told. The shorts in reference were light blue cut-offs which just covered my ass. The shirt was more conservative, but still rather slinky. After donning the garments I headed downstairs to the kitchen.
Laughter met my entrance and introductions were made. Mary had brought her friends Alice and Jamie home for a study group but needed some brain fuel first. This would undoubtedly take the form of Marble Slab Ice Cream. I grabbed my keys and purse without being told and headed out to the car to put the top down, forgetting that it was already there. A few minutes and the giggling girls emerged and climbed in. A few minutes later and we had Tool blaring as we cruised along the expressway toward 31.
We made the ice cream parlour without incident and ordered, myself going first in order to drive home. After a key lime cone for me and enough choclate to last a month for the girls, we were headed the other direction.
"Take the long way, Vars." Mary commanded.
"Which way would that be, suga'?" Around MAry's friends, I adopted a think Alabama accent to seem like the innocent nanny I was supposed to be.
"Oh, why not just cruise the loop for a bit? Just go to 78 to 59 to 65 and we'll see how things are." she said.
Hesitant to obey, I let shot under 65 and continued down 31. We were halfway to 78 before Tool was turned down again.
"Vars, Alice has an awkward question." Mary blurted.
"Alright..." I responded hesitantly. Talking to Mary was one thing, but her friends?
"Ms... umm.. Ms..."
"Vars, or Varsana is fine." Mary said.
"No, just Varsana."
Slightly irritated, I again adopted the accent. "Yes, honey?"
"Are you a lesbian?" Alice blurted.
That was the question? "No, honey, I am not." I replied.
"I told you." Alice said, punching Mary in the arm.
"That isn't really the truth though, is it Vars?" Mary commented.
"It was a truthful answer." I replied, wary.
"...to that question." Mary finished for me.
"So what are you?" Jaime asked.
I sighed. "I'm bisexual."
"You're ... what?!" Alice said.
"Bisexual. It means that I am attracted to both men and women." I finished, slightly embarrased.
The floodgate was now open. Thankyfully, noone asked if I was in a relationship with Mary's parents (or their sons.) After nearly an hour of questions, we arrived back home. The girls scurried off to study while mistress and I attacked dinner. 45 minutes later there was nothing more for me to help with, so I went upstairs, intending to put on some pajama pants and a t-shirt. (I'm allowed clothes when underage guests are present.) Upon reaching the top of the stairs, I noticed that Mary's door was shut, which was unusual. I found that I had moved in front of it and was listening before I realized what I had done.
It caught me so off guard that I had knocked before my brain had told me so. I had three girls scurrying and cursing. "Its only me, suga'. Can I come in.?"
"Quickly!" was the hushed reply.
I pushed the door open, only to be grabbed by two pairs of hands and thrust into the room. The door was quickly shut behind me and locked. Mary, standing gloriously naked, turned around from the door.
I hesitated, unsure of what to do.
"I said, strip slave."
She spoke with my mistress's voice. I peeled my shirt off and wiggled out of the short.
I did a 360.
Mary laid on her bed, spread her elgs, and began fingering herself.
"They know all about you, Vars. They know you are my sex slave, and my brothers, and my parents... they know what a UHHHHH ... dirty whore you are."
My pussy again belied my intentions.
"See girls? She is such a whore she drips at the sight of me fingering myself."
"You've never fingered yourself for me before, mistress." I said.
Alice and Jamie had thus far been silent, but now they both gasped. I took in the full scene at last. All three girls were naked, Alice and Jamie standing to my right and Mary on the bed in front of me.
"Eat me. Suck my pussy until I cum." Mary ordered.
I knelt at the foot of the bed and buried my face in her sweet juices. My own hand found my pussy as I sucked her, so erotic was the act. I had wanted to taste her for so long, but to finally do so in front of her friends?
I glanced up to find Alice sucking on Mary's left breast. Her little mouth barely covered Mary's enormous areola, and when she backed off to use just her tongue I could see the erect nipple, glistening and wet.
I sucked harder and harder until I felt Mary's hips buck against my chin and her body quake. She came for nearly a minute before collapsing on the bed. Jamie eagerly slid next to her and spread her legs, showing me her hairy pussy.
"Eat me, slave." she commanded.
"No. I am not your servant. Only Mary can make such an order."
Before Jamie could reply, Alice knelt beside me and buried her face in Jamie's pussy. Jamie gave a sharp cry before settling back against the bed. It did not take long for Jamie to reach an orgasm, much akin to Mary's, and collapse herself. Alice sat back on her heels and stared at me, a hard look on her face. The same one Mary had shown me earlier...
"Mom called twice for dinner! C'mon, you crazies." Peter bellowed from the other side of the door.
"We'll be right down!" I stammered.
We raced about and gathered our clothes, me hurrying to my room for the pj's. Dinner was awkward for the three girls, as they kept casting sideways glances at one another. More than once I caught Alice staring intently at me. When dinner was finished, Mary told mistress that their work wasn't quite done, but that I would drive the girls home afterwards. After a phone to call to each respective set of parents, the three returned to Mary's room, where the door remained open.
Confused and stunned at what had happened, I asked permission to be absent for awhile and headed for the piano. An hour with Rachmaninoff and Chopin calmed me down some, but questions kept rearing their ugly heads. I knew I had crossed a line and that I was going to pay for it. What was worse, Mary was not the wannabe-slut I had thought, but was every bit her mistress. And Alice... she was a peculiar one, gorgeous though she was...
My playing suffered with my thoughts, Sergei's G-Minor Prelude especially. Paul sat and listened for a bit, as he was accustomed to doing, but hastily left when the girls came tromping downstairs, begging for a ride home. Giving in, I grabbed my keys and headed toward the door.
The ride back would give me a chance to straighten things out with Mary and, hopefully, keep the trouble from growing exponentially.
9/15/2005 4:49 am
You have captured my attention, much as I wish to capture yours. I appreciate who and what you are to your Master and Mistress and the family as well. You are quite special and very beautiful as well. What a combination!|
9/15/2005 6:07 am
I would like to know if your mistress would send you my way and let me know your pleasures|
9/15/2005 7:22 am
Thank you for the compliments, and thank you for your posts. |
9/15/2005 1:04 pm
What a beautiful mind!!|