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Subject: {ASSM} Their Slave, part two. (mff, dom)
Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2001 19:10:04 -0400
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Their Slave, part two. (mff, dom)

     by Spiller.

     The coffee table proved to be a very comfortable place, once
Eric had covered it with some blankets and a couple of pillows.
Anette was secured with a couple of silk ribbons round her
wrists, and her feet were tied to the legs of the table, so she
was totally on display, without a chance to close her legs. While
Helle went to the kitchen to prepare a cup of coffee, Eric sat
down in the sofa and a little later he placed his hand on Anettes
cunt.

     "I'm going to warm your cunt a little, your cunt and the
front of your thighs. It's not a punishment, you know, just a
reminder that you are here for our pleasure, whenever we want to
take it."

     With fast, small slaps he worked his hand from the part of
her belly that the corset left naket, down across her prominent
cunt and down her thighs to her knees. Each slap was nothing more
than a frisk pat, but the number of them soon had her skin
glowing into a highly sensitive state.

     "What a delightful colour, Eric. I think she can really feel
her skin now. And I bet the little slave-whore has become wet
again." She put down the coffee on a small side-table whereupon
she slipped two fingers up Anette's cunt. She churned her fingers
in the slippery juices, hooked her fingers a little to stimulate
Anette's G-point for a short while, and then pulled out her
fingers.

     "Right. She IS very wet. I really think it will be quite
easy to keep this whore wet and ready to service all evening. But
I think it is time for you to get rid of that first load of
sperm. You'll relax a lot better. Why don't you put the tip of
your cock into her receptable cunt. I shall masturbate you while
you hold your cock still, and make sure that when you come, you
are going to pump it into her."

     Of course Eric was more than willing. He undressed
completely and took up position at the end of the table, where he
could comfortably push his cock into Anette. God, she was wet.
Helle wrapped her hand round the piece of cock, which was left
out in the open, and with experienced fingers she masturbated her
husband.  The clever girl made sure, that her hand was hitting
Anette's clit most of the times, but whenever Anette began
panting because of the exotic stimulation, Helle made sure that
she masturbated her husband for a minute or two without touching
Anette. The result was devastating. When her husband exploded and
began pumping a heavy load into their slave's wet cunt, Anette
was left panting and moaning, desiring a release as much as Eric
got it, but Helle just churned her husband's cock round and round
in the opening of her hole, until he stopped pumping. She pushed
him backwards to get him out of the slave-cunt, and then she
said:

     "That was very good, my dear. Now that sloppy cunt can think
of HOW it could have been, while she can feel your sperm and her
own juices run out. Do you want your coffee now?"

     Eric and Helle ignored Anette for quite a while. They turned
on the TV for the evening news, drank coffee and talked about
their work. Without mentioning her in their conversation they
would touch her up now and then. A finger inserted into her
vagina, a nipple pinched, a rub on her clit.

     She had plenty of time to contemplate her new position. They
seemed to posess the qualities of fine masters. When they had
gained a little more experience, she might become just as fond of
them as she had been of her former owners. In between, her
thoughts went back to her childhood. Her parents had been strong
believers of a fundamentalistic tendency. A severe, joyless
faith, which made them correct anything she ever did. 'Behave',
'control yourself', 'sex is for having children', etc.etc. And
when she turned into her teens, and lust and longing entered her,
she felt almost scizofrenic from the differences between her
wishes and her upbringing. This left her shy and incapable of
taking an initiative. Often in her younger years she had damned
her parents for rendering her a sexual invalid. Later she had
learned to stop crying and blaming everything on her parents, and
instead to accept her condition, to be on the outlook for people,
who would control her, enslave her, and!  force her to do all the
lewd and perverted acts that she really wanted, but could not do
by herself.

     As she was tied up on the table, naked and available, rush
after rush of lust and longing  coursed through her body and her
mind. The warm sperm seeping out of her pretty cunt took on huge
proportions and mindboggling significance. Helle's hand hitting
her hungry cunt. Eric's cock churning up the entrance to her
unworthy hole. The humiliation, that they could observe and feel
how she was emitting the results of that horny masturbation. Not
to mention the uncertainty as to what they might do to her for
the rest of the weekend. A couple of times she had been so close
to an orgasm, untouched by human hand. Suddenly she was pulled
out of her dreams.

     Eric's cock was sliding up into her cunt, painfully slow.
She had not heard him get up from his chair. Ooohh, it was
exhilerating. He was fucking her with looong, slow movements.
Obviously he set a tempo which was ideal for himself, for his own
enjoyment, to allow his cock to 'taste' the slippery sides of her
vagina to the utmost. Anette was on the verge of crying for him
to fuck her faster, when he actually slowed down even more, and
that was the moment the orgasm hit her with overwhelming power.
With a deep grunt she gave in to the pleasures and allowed her
body to shake uncontrollably, while she tried to hump her cunt
towards him, but with no great success because of the ribbons
which held her tied down.

     "For a fuck-slave of 40 she has an amazingly tight cunt,"
Eric said in a very calm voice. "That orgasm makes her suck my
cock as if she was a little calf."

     "Enjoying yourself?" The timbre in Helle's voice evidenced
that she was getting horny herself.

     "It's so good to have a slave where you don't have to
trouble yourself about her enjoyment. I like it so much that I
can go on fucking her this slow way, until I'm finished. No
strenous fucking towards the end on this one. I'm going to savour
her right up till I fill her up with hot sperm."

     "Yes, do that, my dear. And when you have finished with her,
then untie her. I want her to crawl up between my  thighs and
satisfy me with her mouth."

     "Can't be long, love, I'm very close." Anette could feel his
cock get even harder and thicker, it started twitching, and then
he pressed himself all the way to the bottom of her cunt, where
he unloaded several hardhitting jets of hot sperm. She felt a hot
wave of gratitude run through her, because she had been able to
give him such pleasure. Her cunt made a slurping sound when he
pulled out of her. Then she sensed that he walked round the table
to her head. A moment later she felt his cock touch her lips.

     "I want you to clean my cock with your tongue, there's so
much juice and sperm on it." While she was sucking and licking
his big cock, he started untying the ribbons. A little later he
removed her blindfold. He put his arm under her head and
shoulders to help her up.

     "We shall have to do something about this slave. Did you
allow her to have an orgasm while I was fucking her? I know I
didn't !" When she was standing up Eric slapped her ass real hard
a couple of times. "We'll have to consider your punishment later.
For now we want you down on your knees so you can suck off
Helle."

     Anette looked up. Helle was sitting in the sofa. While
Anette looked at her, Helle slid down in the sofa till her ass
was on the edge and her legs were stretched out on the floor.

     "Come here, my little pussylicking slave. I want you to
service me real good. At least three orgasms you'll have to give
me before you can get off your knees."

     'If she knew how much I enjoy licking her pussy, she
wouldn't let me', Anette thought. She feigned a little
reluctance, but then she dived in with abandon. She tasted, she
slurped noisily, she drilled her tongue as far into Helle as it
would go, and she circled her clit with the pointed tip of her
tongue.

     "OOoooohhh, you are good at this," Helle panted. She
couldn't stay calm, she had to rock her pussy up and down on
Anette's face. "Oh, you little whore, this is good.I want you to
scoop up some of my husband's sperm, which must be seeping out of
your cheap cunt." Anette quickly got her right hand down to her
cunt, and true enough, her fingers got filled up with a gooey mix
of sperm and juice.

     "Now, smear it on my clit, and lick it off."

     The minute Anette began sucking the musky mix off Helle's
clit, she hit the roof. With a yell she gave in to her first
orgasm. Yyyeeeeeeeooooowww, aaahhhhhhh, oh, it's so good, little
slave. More, quickly, hurry, more sperm on my clit." As soon as
Anette had coated her clit once more, Helle took off again.
"Oohh, my God, Eric. This little whore may turn me into a lesbian
if it's always this good. Ohhhh, I'm coming again. Kiss me, Eric,
kiss me." Eric leaned over and kissed her hard. She was moaning
and panting into his mouth as the orgasm raked her pretty body.

     "Oh, my God, that was lovely, Anette." Helle pulled up her
right leg and pushed it down to the floor again, this time
between Anette's legs. "As a reward for the first two orgasms
I'll allow you to rub your cunt against the bridge of my foot,
while you suck me off a third time."

     "Isn't that a bit premature, dear? She has a punishment
coming up for taking her pleasures without permit."

     "Oh, but you are such a lovely, nasty husband, Eric. There
is a ping-pong bat in my gym-closet. I'm sure you'll like to
spank our slave's ass while she humps her cunt against my foot.
And now, my little pussy-licker, get to work again."

     Anette bent her head towards Helle's lovely cunt. It was red
and swollen and very shiny with all the spit and juice which
covered it. At the same time she made little imperceptible
movement, which in time brought her cunt down on Helle's foot. At
that time Eric returned with the bat. Anette swayed her back
which at the same time brought her clit into a firm contact with
the foot under her, and displayed her pretty, round ass to Eric.
She set up a steady, rocking rythm, frigging herself against the
foot, a rythm which Eric followed up with smacks on her quivering
ass. The bat was perfect for the purpose. The smacks sounded loud
and violent, but they never dealt her any permanent damage, they
only served to hurt her and humiliate her. As Anette felt her 
ass getting hotter and hotter, she knew that her orgasm was
closing in on her.

     She moved her hands to Helle's belly, and with her two
thumbs stretched downwards she pulled Helle's cunt open and
upwards, making the hood retract from the clit. Helle was highly
sensitive now, and like a rocket train she tumbled into a violent
come. She yelled her extacy out into the room, at the same time
as Anette almost crumbled between her legs, shaken by her own
violent orgasm.

     "Oh, that was really good, but I'm completely exhausted now,
Eric. Can't you just take your satisfaction in our slave's ass?"

     "Of course I can, dear. But I think I'll leave her asshole
for tomorrow. I think her cunt will be a very wet delight to fuck
right now. Get up on your knees, slave, and stick out your cunt,
I want to use it."

     As soon as Anette had assumed the right position, Eric
rammed his cock right to the bottom of her. He had been right.
Her cunt was flooded, juice was running down her thighs, and it
made little farting noises as he pushed in air while he fucked
her vigorously. She tried to contract the muscles in her vagina,
but she didn't really succeed, only it felt like a very pleasant
flutter up there, and soon brought Eric off. He pulled out of her
with a slurping sound and then dropped her on the floor.

     "You know, Helle, I'm completely exhausted too. Why don't we
go to bed. I'll drop a pile of blankets on the floor for our
slave to sleep on."

     "Fine idea. I'll love to have her sleeping in the corner of
our bedroom. Then she can wake us up tomorrow. Got any ideas?"

     "MMmmm. I'd love to wake up with her mouth round my cock."

     "Then I'll settle for her hand on my pussy."

     "Good. Let's go and have a shower. But you, slave, I want
you to lie on your pile of blankets and stink like the whore you
are. You can have a shower tomorrow morning when you have waked
us up with your mouth and hand."

End of part two.


    
    



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