Choker · Part 2 (2/2)
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s except that mine are fake. The two of us girls have a lot in common. We both wax head to toe.
I do it for smoother looking skin, Bridget does it as a sign of her submissive side. We both have small dark nipples and good tans. Unlike me, Bridget has tan lines; she wears the smallest bikini you have ever seen when she sunbathes on her roof, whereas I tan in a booth naked. We share a small waist, but hers looks smaller thanks to her larger hips.
Once back downstairs I found Bridget giving Ron a floating lap dance, she had one leg up on his chair and her hips as close to his lap as possible. Being careful not to touch him you could tell that she was giving him a really good close view of her various assets. Ron just ignored me as I came in the room, his eyes where intently roaming her body as she ground an invisible cock in the air. I put on the strap-on, walked up behind her and gave her a hard SLAP on the ass with my fake cock. Surprised, she squeaked and stepped off the chair, looking a little embarrassed.
Ron looked a little bit put off by my aggressive cock slapping behavior. “Honey, what is my favorite position, get this right and you will be rewarded, wrong and you will be punished?”
“When I am on my side with my top leg tucked into my chest?” I answered.
“Wrong, my favorite position is sitting with you sitting still on my cock while you play with yourself slowly bringing yourself to an orgasm impaled on me for my viewing enjoyment. You will be punished for your wrong answer, but I’ll let you off the hook some if you get this right. How many times have you done this for me?” I looked down at the floor and replied that it had only been once.
“For your punishment you will take off that strap-on, give it to Bridget, instead of you getting to fuck Bridget she will be fucking you in the ass, and you will enjoy it.” He said the last sentence with a tone of command and I immediately realized that he was right, the choker on my neck would now make sure that I enjoyed being fucked in the ass. Ron got up and walked to stand between the two of us. “You two take my clothing off in the sexiest way you can think of, do not touch my cock. Once we had done this Ron went to sit on an ottoman then called me over to him. “While Bridget is putting on your punishment device you will sit on my cock and play with yourself like you should have done for me all these years.”
I realized immediately what this meant; he was going to have Bridget fuck me in the ass while he was inside of me. If I thought before that I could not fit the girth of that strap-on in my ass I was sure now that it would not fit with him inside of me as well. Having no choice though I squatted over him and slowly, teasingly put just the first inch of him in me. I had planned to tease him, but with my eyes closed enjoying myself I did not see him reaching towards my thighs and he slammed me all the way deep onto him in one stroke. I reveled at how wet I must have been to have performed that feat, but it had slid in with no resistance at all. “Bridget there is lube and at least one condom in the drawer under the corner lamp. Put on the condom and come over here to service this slave.”
Bridget did as she was told. Without needing to be told any more Bridget expertly lubed up my pucker squatted herself over Ron’s legs, tickling my back with her stiff nipples and began pressing the huge condom covered strap-on into me. The control of the necklace seemed to help, I had no problem loosening up my muscles even as the first tiny twinges of over-fullness came and went. Bridget began fucking me and I just relaxed as much as I could, laying on my husband’s warm chest feeling a fullness I had never felt before. Soon Ron was getting some enjoyment from this reaming even though the only movement he was receiving was from the vigorous pounding from Bridget forcing my hips to move slightly. I on the other hand was moments away from a screaming blissful orgasm.
“Stop,” Ron called, “Bridget sit upright and sit down right down on my thighs, but don’t slip out of her. Slave you also sit up. Slave put your hands behind your back, crossed, so that you can pinch onto Bridget’s nipples. The closer you come to orgasm the harder you will pinch her nipples. Bridget, I want you to teach her how to play with herself for my viewing enjoyment not her pleasurable enjoyment. Give me a good show, but don’t let her come. She should be writhing and squealing, begging us!”
Bridget was relentless, she squeezed, she poked she wiggled her fingers, she sucked on my neck and ears, she even threw in a couple anal thrusts with her cock for my pleasure. Against my own will I squeezed her nipples in accordance with my coming orgasms, but none came, Bridget was an expert and Ron was really enjoying the view. Finally, I started begging, writhing in ecstasy on the edge, again I humbled myself and begged for release.
“Bridget if she gets this question right make her come. Slave, what is my favorite position!” “ME… Riding.. no SiTTing.. Still.. On yOUR CoCK.. Fingering myself…. And … and …. Playing with myself… to O-O-OR-OrgaSM… FoR YOUR … VisuAL Enj.. oyMMEEE.. NNTTTT.” As I finished the sentence Ron reached up and grabbed my nipples as Bridget bit down hard on my shoulders and went to town with her right hand on my clit as two of her left-hand fingers buried themselves deep in my mouth receiving a good sucking off. The two of them began thrusting wildly into my two holes and the last thing I remember was blacking out, still awake but all of my vision black and me disoriented.
The next thing I knew was that I was on the floor, on my back, coming to. I could feel cum dripping out of me. My husband was sitting in his favorite chair again and Bridget had taken my spot in his “favorite position.” I could not tell if he was in her or not, but I hoped he was buried deep in her so that I could suck her taste off of him. “Honey we have time for one more game before our ‘time is up’. Honey, stay where you are and when you are ready for more just let us know, I’m just going to enjoy what your friend has to give while we wait for you.”
When I was ready to go again he reluctantly sent Bridget over to me to assume the 69 position with me. He came and mounted her, and the entire neighborhood probably knew within seconds that she really liked the fact that my stories of Ron’s size where true! I lapped at a woman’s clit for the first time, taking in the smells and tastes as my husband pounded her from behind. I loved it, I loved every minute of it and it was not the collar talking at all. I loved that my Ron was fucking another woman while I got to watch, got to taste their juices, freshly mixed, dripping out of her. I loved that I was sucking on a clit while a woman sucked on mine.
I was glad that I finally, after all this time, could share my bestest girlfriend with Ron. Most importantly I was glad that I was fulfilling one of his greatest fantasies. My moans competed with Bridget’s mostly so that my husband would know how much fun I was having.
Ron pulled out of Bridget and moved around to the other side. As my clit got suddenly cold I could hear her mouth sucking their combined juices greedily off his cock. Soon enough he had flipped us over with me on top and he was pressing home as Bridget sucked on my clit. I could hear his balls slapping into her forehead as I realized I now had full access to her womanhood. Ron’s body tightened up as he pressed as deeply into my body as he could. He emptied more cum into me than he ever had, and it was wonderful.
When that was all over Bridget and I lay on the floor in each other’s arms, still in the 69 position, while Ron sat in his chair grinning over his slaves. While we lay there, after Bridget had sucked all of the cum out of my pussy, she broke character and started talking to Ron, who obliged with conversation. I was unable to speak because of the necklace but I really had nothing to say anyway. Bridget asked almost immediately what had happened to make me suddenly become so submissive, and how the threesome idea had finally been broached. When Ron explained it she just laughed, saying ”no really tell me the truth” a lot during the entire description of events. Ron had explained everything, the necklace’s level of control, the eight-ish hour time limit etc.
Ron said “Fine Bridget, I bet if you tell me one thing you would never do and I’ll make you do it with just one command once I put the necklace on you. If I win the bet I get to keep you overnight as my personal slave, and my wife and you will each have to pretend to be my slave without the necklace as best as you can.
“Fine, I’ll take that bet. I’ve always been a bit of a closet exhibitionist, I’ve always wanted to show off my body naked in public, but I can never get myself to do it for real, hence the tan lines. Make me go re-park my car two houses down the street, naked, and I’ll be your slave.” Bridget added with a huge smirk. “Until, AT LEAST, the morning. “Bridget said.
“And probably longer.” Bridget mumbled under her breath.
“Honey, it’s about time for you to take off the necklace anyways and you are probably too tired to be non-compliant without it. Take off the necklace and place it on your best friend. After I complied he simply said, “Go do the thing you just told me you would not ever do, do nothing else and come straight back inside when you are done.” A few minutes later she came running back into the house panting. Bridget tried to close the door behind her but in her rush and lust it got caught on her foot, bounced back open, as she knelt down on the entryway tile on all fours and fingered herself to a crashing screaming orgasm with her ass in the air right there in plain view of the neighborhood.
After letting her recover, Ron let her know that the door was open and maybe she should shut it since all three of us were naked. Embarrassed she realized her folly and scrambled to close the door.
Having won the bet, he took the collar off of her setting it down on the coffee table. Ron got up to go to the bathroom and while he was away us girls got to talking. She asked me if I had really wanted all of that now that the necklace was off, and I fully, enthusiastically agreed. She mentioned that it would be fun to do that again and I agreed. Bridget got suddenly serious and looked me in the eyes. She stared deeply into me searching for something before finally asking me if it would be alright if I could ‘share’ my husband more often with her. Being best friends, seeing how much fun we all had tonight, and realizing that this would make me, Bridget, and my Ron very happy I agreed with a huge smile and gave her a great big hug. I told her I would share him with her whenever she wanted, as much as she wanted.
“Oh, you two at it already?” Ron called from the kitchen doorway carrying some wine, bread, and cheese on a platter for us all to enjoy. “In your wildest…” I retorted. “Careful slave or you’ll get punished again.” Too tired to argue I just kept my mouth shut. Once he had sat down I gave Bridget a womanly eye and she jumped down on the floor with me to kneel at Ron’s feet. We all fed each other and pet each other, no one really being a sub, just all of us taking a break and relaxing before we would retire upstairs to go to sleep.
When I woke in the morning my husband was laying between us petting Bridget as she cooed softly. As I rolled over to look over Ron’s chest a tiny twinge of jealousy shot through me for just a split second. Bridget was already wearing my silk slave necklace. “You two already up to some fun this morning? Already got yourself a NEW slave?” I teased with a smile and a jab in his side. “Actually, I’m just giving her the house rules now that she’ll need them, she put the necklace on herself in the dark before we all went to sleep last night.”
As I lay in bed still waking up the significance of the statement came over me like a small orgasm, we had gone to bed hours ago, so many hours ago! Our alarm had not gone off, and now as I looked I found it had been unplugged. By the look of the light outside the bedroom window she had been wearing the necklace at least 9 or 10 hours. “Bridget has informed me that she has given herself to her best friend, to be slave and companion forever. Bridget also informs me that so long as her best friend is married, ‘the man of the house is the only one that can command his sex slaves.’”
Ron rolled over to face me. “By the way this should make your chores today a lot easier.” Ron finished the last sentence so fast that I didn’t have time to react before the slave necklace was around my neck again and I could feel the rules from last night coming into effect again. Our first chore of the day was the clean each other well in the shower, Ron gave me permission to take as long as I liked getting acquainted to my new slave sister in any way we liked. I thought deviously to myself that maybe I would follow Bridget’s cue and collar myself tonight with the alarm clock unplugged…
Choker · Part 2 (2/2)
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