SCOTT
I took the bag from Lisa when she returned. We went out into the mall strolling, a beautiful woman on each arm wearing as little as the law would allow. I attracted more than a few glances from both men and women, wondering what I had to be with two lovelies. Nothing more than most, I suspected, except a wife who was into reading some fairly explicit literature. Everything else had flowed from that. I was curious about Lisa's experiences, so asked her how she'd managed to seduce the young sales clerk.
"Actually sir, that was the easy part. She'd been with women before; identifies herself as bisexual. The hard part was convincing her to do it in the store. She couldn't afford to lose her job and didn't want to risk it. It was only after I told her Julia had done the same thing with an older woman this past week, she consented. Especially after she figured out it was Gwen from the description. She's like the manager of the department and tough as nails according to Reneé."
"Don't feel bad, Julia, you didn't have as much luck as Lisa did. You apparently had to seduce the manager," I said.
"Thank you, sir."
"Why is she coming to dinner with us, sir?" Lisa asked.
"I'm not sure except I know she wants to know if you lick cunt as well as Julia does. Did she give you any indication when she had you in the stockroom?" I asked Julia.
"She was curious and asked a lot of questions before telling me to lick her cunt, sir."
Lisa was surprised to hear Julia had to pleasure Gwen again.
"Is she a lesbian?" She asked.
"I still don't know," Julia answered. Good, something we could ask her tonight.
"What kind of questions?" I asked.
"If I'd been trying to seduce her last Monday and why. Why I'd let Lisa serve you as well, and how that occurred. I told her about the poker game."
"Curious," I commented, "but we'll know soon enough won't we. Since Lisa got Reneé to lick her, I thought we could eat somewhere else tonight, but if Lisa needs to lick Gwen's cunt, we should go back to Luigi's. The long table cloths are perfect and I don't know of anyplace else who has them."
"I'd be curious to know if Sharon told her husband," Julia said.
"As would I, although we don't know if Sharon will be working tonight. It's getting close to 5:30. We should get back."
We returned to the store and found Gwen waiting for us in the women's department. She had her handbag and was ready to leave.
"Where are you going to eat?" Gwen asked.
"An Italian place named Luigi's," I replied. "Thy have floor length tablecloths, if you know what I mean."
"Would you be coming back this way when you return home?"
"It's mostly on the way home," I replied.
"I'd like to ride with you if I can. I have some questions best asked in the privacy of a car rather than a restaurant," Gwen said.
"You can ride in the front with me. The slaves can sit in the back. I have to admit I'm curious about you," I said.
"Thank you."
I escorted her out to our car, my slaves following behind. I helped her into the front seat. Julia and Lisa got in the back.
Taking out the Slave Trainer, I told Lisa to put it on.
"May I see it a moment before she puts it on?" Gwen asked.
I handed it to her and Gwen inspected it. "I thought this was to prevent your slave from having orgasms. It looks like it would do the opposite," she said, fingering the penile projection.
"It does both," I said. "It has sensors inside that turn itself off when it perceives an approaching orgasm, keeps track of any orgasms she does have so I can determine if she has one without permission, and warns me if she removes it or the battery is getting low." I started the car and headed towards Luigi's.
She handed it to Lisa and watched as she put it on. "And she's to be allowed to climax tonight because she seduced Reneé into licking her."
"You grasped that quickly."
"I asked your slave questions," Gwen said. "After mine happened, I doubted the entire incident was an accident. It seemed more intentional to me."
"So it was. Might I be so bold as to enquire if you'd ever been with a woman before?"
"Never."
"You seem to enjoy it," I said.
"I don't often receive much pleasure," Gwen admitted. "How old do you think I am?"
"Forty," I guessed.
"Forty-five," she said. "Do you think I'm attractive for my age?"
"You're very attractive for almost any age," I said.
"I was married when I was twenty to a man fifteen years my senior. About five years ago, he developed prostate cancer and also has blood pressure issues. He can't perform anymore, has lost almost all interest in sex, yet he's not inclined to let me use artificial aids to give myself pleasure. He'll lick me to orgasm twice a year, maybe, and other than surreptitiously masturbating occasionally when he's not around, I'm loveless. I find myself very frustrated most of the time as I still believe I'm a vibrant and sexual person who greatly enjoys sex. It's why I allowed myself to experience pleasure with your slave even though I'd never done it with a woman before. But her subservience also raised questions for me. She told me about a poker game last Thursday. Could you tell me about it?"
"It's a regular game we have every Thursday night. My slave often reads fantasy romances involving women enslaved or even involving reverse harems. I offered the opportunity to experience such slavery for herself rather than rely on others writing about it. She had to service the other players on Thursday."
"Including your other slave, I was told. I'm unfamiliar with the term, reverse harems."
"It's where many men share one woman, Mistress," Julia said from the back.
"Was this the first time your slave was required to satisfy other people?"
"Not strictly," I said. "There was her training the day after her slavery started, and you. I was more comfortable with her starting with women than men. I had to work up to seeing her with another man."
"How long has she been your slave and how long is it supposed to last?"
"She started a week ago Friday and for three weeks," I replied, getting very curious now.
"Will you be having another poker game this Thursday," Gwen asked.
"We are," I replied, wondering what she was getting at.
"Will both of your slaves be made to serve these men?"
"Yes, Lisa as red silk, my wife has not informed me yet whether she'll be white or red silk." We reached the restaurant and I parked the car, leaving the engine running.
"Again, you're not speaking my language," Gwen said. "What does that mean?"
"My wife and Lisa may both orally service the men. Lisa will also have to serve them vaginally and anally."
"Julia mentioned an auction after the game."
"I will display them and sell off their use after the game. It's where Lisa's vagina and ass will be sold. We don't take the time for sex during the game; only two minutes of oral pleasure after each hand. The players can bid on them with their poker winnings only and the proceeds go to charity as I'm not whoring them out."
Gwen took a deep breath, thinking briefly.
"I don't want to join your little menagerie on a permanent basis, but I'd like to come to next Thursday's game as a red silk slave."
My mouth dropped. You could have stuffed an apple in my mouth at that moment, and served me up like a whole pig for dinner.
"Excuse me?" I said after a minute of total silence, unsure I'd heard her correctly.
"You don't have wax in your ears, Mr. Rivers. You heard me fine. I want to be a red silk slave at your next poker game."
"Okay, but why?"
"It should be obvious. I've given you all the information. I enjoy sex, yet never get to have any. I want to feel like a woman again. I want men to desire me and bid for my services."
"What about your husband?" I asked.
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," Gwen said. "I wouldn't need to do this if he would take care of me himself or at least let me use vibrators."
"You do understand what you're requesting? You'll be nude the entire evening, waiting on horny men who'll be allowed to touch you as they want, sucking cocks during the game and then sold afterward to the highest bidder wishing to fuck your cunt, ass and mouth?"
"That's what I'm hoping, yes. My husband used to be a vigorous and demanding lover. For twenty years, he used all of my orifices regularly and I enjoyed it all. The last five have been devoid of sex, and I would like to experience it again, even if only for a night."
I turned and looked at my two slaves in the back seat.
"I think you should let her, Master," Julia said. "I cannot imagine going five years without sex. I feel sorry for her."
"I do too, sir," Lisa replied. "At least I had vibrators to get me through my sexless days. With more slaves to bid on, everyone is assured of at least one way to end up with an orgasm, and perhaps more."
"Thank you for your vote of confidence," Gwen said.
"I think you should test her though, Master. She should have to suck your cock," Julia added, "in the restaurant."
I believe my slave was getting even with Gwen, both for not giving her an orgasm last week and for using her again today. I believe she was justified.
"Well?" I asked.
"I'll do it," Gwen said. "Whatever you need me to do."
"Remove your panties," I said.
Gwen looked around briefly to ensure there were no people around our car, then pulled her panties off, smoothing down her skirt after handing them to me. They were wet which I'd expected after Julia came to me with a messy, cum covered face.
"You can't wear any more panties until after the poker game on Thursday night. I'll return these after the game. I want you to go bare to remind yourself of what's going to happen Thursday. In addition to sucking my cock tonight, you'll need to lick Julia's cunt. Lisa's cunt will be otherwise occupied. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir. I won't be very good, you understand," she apologized to Julia. "I've never done it before."
"The fact you're doing it at all will be exciting to me," Julia replied.
"You'll have to rest of the night to consider what you're requesting and reconsider. If you haven't changed your mind by the time I've dropped you off at your car, I'll expect to see you on Thursday night at six to prepare. Expect to be there until 12:30 or even 1:00 based on the number of people being serviced by three slaves."
"How many men will there be?" Gwen asked.
"We usually play with six, five men and one woman, but Lisa will now be a slave, so I'll be seeking a sixth, another man who fills in when one of the others can't make it."
"Let's go eat then," Gwen said. "I'm ready."
I turned off the car and turned on Lisa's Slave Trainer, and we all got out. This slavery thing had already taken a lot more twists and turns than I ever expected. We went inside and I was pleasantly surprise to see Sharon was working again tonight. I asked to be seated at one of her tables. The hostess seated us with copies of the menu. Sharon was there within five minutes to take our drink orders.
"Not you again. I certainly hope you don't expect my help again today. I told you that was a one off."
"We have no need for your assistance today, Sharon. Everyone has completed their assigned tasks and thus don't face the punishment you eased for my slave. Perhaps you might be pleased to know the one who left my slave in such a pitiable state you felt the need to ease her pain, is present tonight?"
"Why would I need to know who that was?" Sharon asked.
"I thought perhaps you'd enjoy the gift you so graciously granted, given by the one who forced your choice."
"Which of these other two women was responsible?"
"Raise your hand, Gwen."
Gwen stuck her hand up.
"It's not necessary. If she's to compensate someone, let it be your slave."
"She will compensate my slave, so don't be surprised if she should suddenly disappear. She'll be nearby."
"Who's the other one?" Sharon asked.
"I seem to have acquired another slave for the next two weeks."
"It sounds like a fascinating story, but I need to take your orders, starting with drinks. If I have time later, perhaps we'll chat."
Gwen surprised me by offering to buy wine for the table. She said having a glass of wine after supper was usually all she had to look forward to, but had found several wines she was quite fond of and they served them here. When I agreed, she ordered one bottle of Carpineto Vino Nobile di Montepulciano Riserva 2013 and a bottle of Castello di Monsanto Chianti Classico Riserva 2015 and water all around.
"I doubt anyone will be disappointed in either one, but there should be at least one everyone could enjoy."
Sharon disappeared to get our wine. When she returned, she offered me the pour, but since Gwen was ordering and appeared to know far more about wine than I did, I told Sharon to let Gwen do the tasting. She proclaimed both to be excellent vintages.
"Have a small amount, roll it around on the tongue, then swallow. Have a bite of bread, then try the other. Pour a glass of whichever you prefer to drink with your meal," Gwen suggested.
"Kind of like tasting different men's cum then," Julia said with a smile on her face.
"It's been awhile since I've had any of that vintage," Gwen quipped.
"Tonight will be a rare treat then," Julia shot back.
"I'm looking forward to it," Gwen replied, smiling at me.
We all did as she suggested and Gwen and I preferred the Carpineto, while Lisa and Julia liked the Chianti.
"When shall I get started then?" Gwen asked, "and shall I start with you, or your slave."
"We should give my Master the most time to recover as he will be very busy tonight later," Julia said. "Please start with him."
"If you tell me what you want, you can start now and I'll order for you, or you can start after Sharon takes our food order."
Gwen glanced at the menu. "Chicken Piccata and the house salad." She took a quick look around and slipped beneath the table cloth. Soon thereafter, my zipper was eased down and my cock eased out of my pants and then a warm, wet mouth descended on my shaft. Oh, shit! Gwen may not have had sex recently, but she'd apparently perfected the blow job when she was having it, because it was extraordinary. Twenty or more years of practice showing excellent results as far as my cock was concerned. The longer it went on, the better it got as things she might have forgotten, were recalled as she went along. I did not think I'd last long.
Sharon came back to the table to take our food orders, instantly noting the empty seat. She raised an eyebrow and shook her head.
"Shall I come back to take your order?" She asked.
"No," I said, "we're good, ooh, really good. Gwen wanted the chicken pic...cata, and the house...salad." I could barely resist moaning during my recitation. "I'll have...the chicken...penne ala vodka...and the house...fuck...salad." I was cumming and Gwen was swallowing every drop.
Sharon couldn't resist saying, "We don't serve fuck salad here, sir. You'll have to go elsewhere for that."
Gwen's voice drifted up from under the table, soft and low. "He already had the fuck salad, just give him the house salad."
Sharon smiled. "You people are nuts. You have to stop coming to my restaurant."
Gwen stuck her head just over the top of the table and seeing little or no attention directed at us, quickly took her seat. She wiped a stray drop of sperm from the corner of her lips. "Too late for cumming in your restaurant, also." We laughed. "I'm getting too old to be climbing under tables in restaurants." She took a large drink of her wine.
"Was she good, Master?" Julia asked.
"Let's just say you need more practice," I said.
"Really. It's good to know we won't be dealing with amateurs on Thursday night," Lisa said.
"What about Thursday night?" Sharon asked. "No wait. I don't want to know. Please don't tell me."
"Speaking of telling," I said. "Did you ever say anything to your husband?"
"No. I finally decided it was something he never had to know. TMI. It's not like it lasted all that long. Let me have the other two orders and I'll put it in."
Lisa and Julia gave their orders. Sharon left again and Gwen said, "What is your relationship to that poor waitress? I can't believe what we're doing in here. I haven't done anything so reckless since I was a teenager."
"After you left my slave in a state, shall we say, we came here for dinner. She was only going to be allowed two orgasms while being kept under high arousal and only while performing what you just did. Sharon noticed her discomfort and asked about it. When Julia told her what her problem was, Sharon asked me if she took care of the thing you refused to, if Julia could have the orgasm override removed from her device. I said she could and Sharon met Julia in the ladies room and handled it. She got a nice tip."
"And she'd never done been with another woman either?"
"She said no."
Gwen shook her head. "You've all got a disease and now it's spreading. First me, then this poor waitress, now Reneé. I can't believe it. We should all be committed."
"I wasn't Reneé's first and you won't think that after Thursday," Lisa said. "Speaking of orgasms. I just had my fourth one."
"You're hiding it quite well," I said.
"Thank you. I could shout it to the rooftops if you prefer."
"We don't want Sharon to get fired. I'd prefer you didn't."
I decided I should get to know Gwen a little better since she'd just sucked my cock and I could end up having sex with her on Thursday. Actually, bidding on another blow job wouldn't be out of the question either.
"Gwen, tell me more about yourself." Julia and Lisa started paying attention as well. They would be sharing the slave block with her.
"Well, I was born in Mount Holly, New Jersey. My parents moved here when I was in junior high. I never went to college, choosing to work instead, always in retail. I married when I was nineteen. My husbands name is Reggie. Reggie being older than I was nice when I was younger, he being more experienced, and me only having had sex twice before; but his age has proven to be a problem as we grew older. We never had children. He'd had a vasectomy before we married, having had two children with a previous spouse. They lived with their mother and never got close to me even though I had nothing to do with their father's divorce. I've been in my current position for six years, and at that department store for eleven. Before you and your slave walked into my store, the craziest thing I'd ever done is having sex while on a hike in the mountains with my husband, when I was much younger and he could still do things like hiking and having sex. We hadn't gotten far enough off the trail and were spied upon. The couple who caught us, watched us until we were done. I remember being so embarrassed by it all.
"Now, in the last week, I've been seduced by your slave in a dressing room in my own store, sucked your cock under a table in this restaurant, joked about it with a perfect stranger, will do the same to your wife tonight and plan on being used as a slave at a poker game within the week, and I wasn't half as embarrassed by any of it as I was on that hiking trail. How time changes things. Perhaps I will be when you actually sell my services. I haven't had time to think about it. The idea popped into my mind so suddenly as I questioned her, hearing how Lisa decided to join you."
"For never going to college, you seem quite sophisticated and worldly," I commented.
"I've tried to pattern myself after the former head of my department. It's hard to get ahead in my store without a little sophistication. Despite lacking a college education, I'm a voracious reader, especially since my spouses and my sexual misfortune. Though, I seem to have neglected the fare which brought Julia to agree to her slavery, so perhaps my self-taught education is lacking in some respects. Reverse harem, white silk, red silk; it's really a whole different vocabulary."
"Will you feel sorry cheating on him?" I asked.
"I'm not sure. I've not felt guilt thus far. In a way, I blame him for my barren sex life. It's not his fault for being older, perhaps my fault for marrying someone so much older. Despite his equipment not working anymore, he still has a tongue and hands. We could use toys. But he lost all interest in sex. Perhaps he feels inadequate since he's no longer able to perform. He refuses to seek counseling. I can certainly blame him for that. Perhaps I'll feel guilty after Thursday. Or perhaps not."
"Why not divorce him?" Julia asked.
Gwen delayed her answer as our food started to arrive. She waited until we were alone again before responding.
"How long have you been married, Julia?"
"Ten years."
"Not bad. The longer you're married, the harder it becomes, I think. There's a certain amount of comfort in the known and predictable. I know everything about him - how he reads the newspaper, how he likes his food prepared, the way he leaves his socks stuffed in his shoes at night, how loud he snores. And he's been a good husband except for this one issue the last five years. Plus, I've reached an age where I wonder if anyone would want an old lady..."
"You're not that old," I interrupted. "You're still attractive and intelligent. I'm sure someone would be happy to have you."
"We'll know how eager someone is to fuck an older woman when you sell me on the slave block, won't we. If I'm fortunate, someone will pay half as much for me as either of your two slaves. I only hope someone bids at all or I'll have made a fool of myself for nothing. I know what I am. I look in the mirror every day. When men my age get divorced, they go for younger women. I'm a younger woman to sixty year olds, the same age as my husband, who would be subject to the same problems he has. I have no illusions. I'm looking at this as a last opportunity to do something wild before my vagina dries up."
No one said anything. She was right in a way. We lived in a youth oriented society where people didn't appreciate the experience and quality of an older person. She might not receive as many or as high a bids as my own slaves. Wrinkles shouldn't define us, but they often did.
"What about you two?" Gwen asked. "By any reasonable definition, you two are cheating on each other. How do you feel about it?"
"Since you ask," I said, "I wanted to give Julia an authentic experience. I read the books she was reading to get a feel for what her fantasies were. They included being made to serve multiple people. It was the hardest part of my decision to let her live it. I decided to live with the choices she made, whatever they are. Since the choice was mine, I don't look upon what she's doing as cheating as it's with my knowledge and consent. I would be deeply hurt and angry if she chose to have sex on her own, without my knowing and consenting. I believe our marriage is strong enough to get us through this. If I didn't believe it was, I couldn't do it. Still, because it was hard for me, I put her with women first as they didn't bother me as much as seeing her with men would. It's why she seduced you and not some delivery person."
"What of you, Julia? This was your fantasy. Why are you allowing your husband the same latitude he's allowed you? Why does he have another slave? Why did you invite your friend to join you and even tell me to suck off your husband?"
"If what I do as a slave is not cheating on him, then what he does as a Master can't be cheating either. Slave Master's frequently have more than one slave. Mistress Dark believes slaves should compete for the affections of their Master. It ensures they both strive to be more pleasing. But more than that, I knew how much Master valued fidelity, how hurt he would be if I were unfaithful. For him to allow me this fantasy and all it entailed was a supreme act of love. If he could love me so much, could I do less for him?"
"It's all quite noble, I'm sure. It doesn't ease the pain of seeing him fuck someone else, does it? And who's Mistress Dark?"
Julia took Lisa's hand. "Do I feel some particle of pain knowing he's with someone else? No less than Master feels, yet he does it for me, and if I'm going to allow him to be with someone anyway, why not my very best friend. I'd prefer her to some random stranger. Mistress Dark is the dominatrix who taught both Lisa and I how to pleasure a woman and how to deep throat Master's cock. She taught Master how to properly punish a slave without harming her."
"I'm a random stranger," Gwen said, "yet you had me sucking his cock. And I knew nothing about any punishment other than enforced orgasm denial. Does he do more than that?"
"I am spanked and paddled and whipped as necessary. Punishment and humiliation are part of the slave experience. Hence he made me seduce you in a public place and I'm punished for transgressions. As you intend to serve as a slave, you should suffer the humiliation of sucking him off in a public place and know what you are getting yourself into. I also thought it was fair you should fellate him for using his slave. You have no slave of your own to share with him, yet you yourself will be a slave, thus you can share yourself."
"Will I be punished on Thursday?"
"Do you intend to be pleasing?" Julia asked
"To the best of my ability."
"A pleasing slave is rarely punished."
"What are you punished for?" Gwen asked.
"For cumming without Master's permission," Julia said, "and failing to wake with Master and take care of his needs in the morning and earn my clothes. I also suffered punishment until I learned to ignore my pleasure when it's my duty to provide pleasure to my Master."
"You've been punished also?" Gwen asked Lisa.
"For cumming without permission and until I also learned to ignore my pleasure when it was my duty to provide it."
"You are climaxing now. I haven't heard you ask for permission once."
"If I could get Reneé to lick me, I'm allowed to have as many orgasms through supper as I can without asking for it. Past supper, I have the same restrictions as any other slave."
"When you lick me later, Gwen," Julia said, "I will need the permission of my Master to cum. My pleasure belongs to him, just as my body does."
Gwen nodded thoughtfully. "Will I need to ask permission to orgasm?"
"You'll be wearing a Slave Trainer to start," I said. "You'll only be allowed to cum when you give that pleasure to someone else. If they don't cum, you don't either. When you are sold, you'll have no such restrictions, however, it is your duty to be pleasing to your temporary owner, not necessarily to orgasm yourself. If you are sufficiently pleasing, I have no doubt you'll experience pleasure yourself."
"Why did you want to do this, Lisa?" Gwen asked.
"Because my friend was having the best sex of her life and I was jealous. I have no better answer than that. My sex life sucked since my divorce a year ago, and even before then honestly, though I haven't had a husband telling me I couldn't use toys. Still, plastic is a poor substitute for flesh."
Gwen remained essentially silent the remainder of our supper, thinking I believed. I wondered if she was considering changing her mind. She was even more a neophyte than Lisa had been. Julia had been discussing her plans with Lisa for weeks, going over the rules of her slavery, learning the commands, practicing them with her. She'd even witnessed Julia being punished before she decided to do it herself. Gwen had done none of it first. A brief conversation in the back room and five years of a sexual barren wasteland were all she had to go on.
We finished and Sharon came to collect our dishes and ask about our choices for dessert.
"I'll be having my dessert under the table," Gwen said. "I have a debt to repay." Sharon just shook her head.
The rest of us ordered and as soon as Sharon was gone, Gwen looked around to ensure no one was paying attention to one solo slave with a task to perform. As soon as she was sure, she disappeared and one could see when she reached her goal by the smile on my slave's face. Julia leaned back and shifted forward on her seat to give Gwen the greatest access to her sex. She was still under the table when our desserts arrived and when we'd finished. She'd said she didn't know what she was doing, unlike her expert treatment of my cock, but despite the lack of expertise, Julia was enjoying her mouth on her cunt. When Sharon returned with the bill, she was still under the table, but Julia closed her eyes and moaned softly, asking permission to cum, and we all knew Gwen had finally succeeded in satisfying my slave. I gave her permission to cum and she surrendered to her bliss.
Gwen peeked out a minute later to ensure she was unobserved, then calmly got out, sat down and wiped her face with her napkin.
"That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," she observed, "though it took her so long to cum, my tongue is tired. I did say I wouldn't be much good at it." She emptied a bottle of wine, about one third of a glass, and quickly drank it.
"I've never had so much goings on at my tables before. You're blatant about it," Sharon said.
"Not that blatant," I said. "I chose this place because of the long tablecloths."
"Perhaps I'll suggest to the management they go with shorter or no tablecloths, so you'll take your shenanigans elsewhere."
"Come now, Sharon. Don't tell me you don't get at least the tiniest thrill from knowing what we're doing here, else you would have reported us to the management already and had us thrown out."
Sharon laughingly said, "It does help keep me amused. I'll be by for your money shortly."
Gwen took out her wallet, and handed me enough cash for her meal and the wine. "I told you I'd pay for my meal and the wine."
I handed back the money for the wine. "We drank three to one, and you've been a good sport. I'll take care of the wine."
As soon as I paid for the meals we left and went back outside. Sitting in the car, I asked her, "You've had the evening to think on it and seen a glimpse of your future if you decide to come on Thursday. Do you still wish to come to the poker game and serve as a red silk slave?"
"I do. Despite everything, I want to be fucked again."
"Open your phone and give it to me."
She complied. I entered Master Rivers in her address book with my address and phone number. I handed it back to her. "Here's my address. We'll see you at six. Lisa, remove your Slave Trainer and give it to Gwen."
Lisa was able to remove it and she handed it up to Gwen. It was thick with her cream. I knew from my phone she'd cum eight times during supper.
"Lick it off," I told Gwen. Her eyes grew wide for a moment, but she quickly put the penis part in her mouth and started licking and sucking. Now, in addition to tasting Julia, she was tasting Lisa, second hand though it was. When she handed it to me, nothing but her saliva glistened on the device.
"Now pull up your dress." She looked at me in surprise. "Go on. Pull it up to your waist. Keep an eye out for anyone approaching, slaves."
Gwen slowly pulled up her dress, exposing her nylon clad legs with thigh high stockings, then her bush which didn't look as though she'd trimmed it in ages. I pulled her close to me, began kissing her neck and shoulders and eventually her mouth. She remained quietly unresponsive for a short time, but started to kiss me back, almost reluctantly at first, then more enthusiastically. When she was melting into my arms, I ran my left hand up her leg until I reached her hairy sex. She parted her legs, granting me easier access to her cunt. She was wet, the events of the evening arousing her. I pushed first one finger, then two, into her. She was surprising tight.
"You're very tight for a woman of your age," I commented into her ear, whispering quietly as she moaned.
"My gynecologist says you begin tightening up without use," Gwen whimpered, "and I've had nothing but my fingers inside me for a very long time."
"I want you to cum for me," I said.
"Yes, sir," she moaned, arching her hips toward my hand. She panted as I sawed my fingers back and forth in her taut twat. When it seemed she was close, my thumb started rubbing around and over her clit. She drove her cunt over my fingers as she climaxed with a heavy sigh. I waited until her spasms stopped before withdrawing my fingers. The aroma of her arousal was strong within the close confines of the car.
"You shouldn't be the only one to go without relief tonight," I said.
"Thank you, sir."
"You're expected to clean up after yourself," I said. "Lick my fingers clean."
"Yes, sir," she said, taking each of my fingers in her mouth and cleaning her fluids off of them, tasting the last of the three of the women in the car, herself.
"Leave your dress up as I drive back to your car. I want you to masturbate the entire trip. I don't care if there's another car beside us. You can't stop for any reason, unless there's a police car beside us. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she panted, starting to rub herself immediately.
"You'll need to trim your pubic hair substantially before Thursday. Cut it very short or shave it off entirely."
"Yes, Master."
"Remember. No panties from now until Thursday night. I'll return yours to you then to wear home. We'll have laundered them."
Gwen was cumming and it took awhile to answer as she moaned through it. Finally she replied, "I won't, Master."
"Very good."
Gwen had two more orgasms before we reached the mall. She directed us to her car. As she got out of mine, I said, "We'll see you on Thursday."
"Yes, sir." She waved shyly to my two slaves. They wished her a good night.
We were all thoughtfully quiet on the way home.