When we left Miss Gloria’s apartment, Misstress led us to the corner of University Place. She hailed a cab, and we piled in. She sat in front next to the driver and Miss Lucy sat behind her. Alexandra was next to her straddling the transmission hump and I was behind the driver.

Mistress turned to face us as best she could.

“Let’s go see our new home.”

Before we could respond, the cab pulled to a stop at a parking lot. Mistress led us to a late model sedan. She headed for the shotgun seat and flipped the keys to me.

“You told me you drove a cab for a while, fucktoy. Be our chauffeur.”

She handed me a pre-marked map with the route highlighted in red.

“When we get to the neighborhood, I’ll direct you.”

She turned on the radio and started singing along. We all joined in. It turned out to be a relatively short drive, and soon she directed me to make a few turns and then to pull into the driveway of a simple house.

We followed her to the front door, and she ushered us inside.

A tall, slim woman with long red curls greeted us, extending her hand to Mistress,

“Welcome to your new home, Barbara.”

“Thank you, Caitlyn. Let me introduce my family. Lucy, Erik, and Alexandra. This lovely lady is Caitlyn, our realtor.”

“If you all will follow me to the kitchen, there is a bottle of champagne in the fridge.”

We toasted with the bubbly and chatted happily while Mistress and Caitlyn attended to the paperwork. I couldn’t believe how quickly this had all happened. Mistress was amazing. She went away for a few days and returned to change all of our lives.

Caitlyn apologized that the beds Mistress had ordered hadn’t been delivered and so she had booked rooms for us at a nearby motel. She assured us that it was a nice place and led us there after treating us to dinner at an Italian joint she touted as having the best pizza in town.

The pizza accompanied by ice cold beer lived up to her review and the motel was also as advertised, neat and comfortable with nice towels and clean bedding.

Mistress and Miss Lucy took one room, and we slaves took the other. Mistress told us that she was proud of us for our performance with Miss Gloria and that we were free to enjoy each other any way we wished.

Our Mistresses had put us together in so many sexual situations that a deep affection had developed between us. Despite the differences in our innate desires, we had become willing lovers. We both preferred biological women as partners, but when we were together it had become more about psychology and emotion than sexuality between us.

“I need a shower, join me?”

It was crowded and a bit awkward in the tub together, but the freedom to explore each other’s bodies freely more than made up for it. Alexandra knew just how to touch me in methods that drove me wild. Mistress cock was rigid in her hand, and she led me to the bed with it as if it were a leash. I reached back and grabbed a couple of towels as she dragged me out of the bathroom.

When we got to the bed, we toweled each other roughly before falling, still damp, onto the covers. She took me in her arms. We kissed with a blistering passion. We fondled each other, then her hand caressed my buttocks, a finger traced my crack and found Mistress’ fuck hole.

“I need you.”

“Do we have lube?”

“There’s soap, that’ll work.”

I scurried into the bathroom, wet a washcloth worked up a thick lather with a bar of soap. I brought it back to the bed where a spread lots of the suds on Alexandra’s gorgeous cock then handed it to her so she could prep me to receive her.

She pulled a pillow under me to lift my hips into a better position for entry and snuggled against me. Her lips skip kissed around my crack. Her tongue slid in and tickled my puckered hole making me moan. The sudsy washcloth replaced her tongue and she gently spread the slippery film into Mistress’ fuck hole. Soon the fat mushroom tip of her cock pressed against my opening. At first, she pressed gently then gradually increased the pressure until she finally popped in and slowly sawed in and out, working deeper inside me with each stroke.

She found my prostate and the familiar feeling began building. Before Mistress had me fuck Alexandra, I had no idea it was efficient to cum that way. The first time she made me cum from being fucked was a revelation. The feeling is different. It’s neither better nor worse, just different. Both are wonderful.

When I came that night Alexandra slammed her telephone pole home and wrenched a scream of ecstasy/agony from me. I could feel streams of her thick cum gushing deep inside me. The mythical simultaneous orgasm.

Her cock finally wilted and slipped out. We shifted position bringing us face to face. I leaned down and took a nipple in my mouth. Her nipples are delicate but beautifully shaped seemingly perpetually hard. She stroked my head as I nursed eventually guiding me to the other nipple. Her cock was stiffening from the nipple attention. I slipped down, took it in my mouth and began to suck her clean.

The flavors of soap, cum, and my intestines were harsh. They turned my stomach but that didn’t stop me from sucking her cock. She stroked my head tenderly as I forced her into my throat. I knew I should be mortified by sucking her dirty cock, but I couldn’t seem to help myself, I wanted more of her. I caressed her balls and stroked the base of her pole as I teased her glans with my tongue.

Mistress’ cock was rock hard again. Alexandra began fondling it with an urgency that fired my passion to new heights. As her cock slipped from my mouth, I began to protest but she replaced it with her tongue, plundering my mouth.

“I want you inside me.”

She returned her attention to Mistress’ mouth with a hunger that shocked me. Then she moved down to suck the full length of Mistress’ cock into her mouth. She sucked aggressively like she wanted to vacuum every remaining drop of cum from me. With one hand she roughly squeezed Mistress’ ball’s and the other worked at Mistress’ fuck hole.

Despite my having cum once already she quickly brought me off again and it shocked me how much cum she sucked out of me. It felt like a firehose as I spurted four time before oozing. She quickly released and brought her cum filled mouth to mine and kissed me hard, sharing my tangy load.

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Insistent knocking on the door roused us from deep sleep in the morning. Alexandra stumbled over to answer it. We were both surprised when she opened the door to reveal Caitlyn. The morning sun hit her curly red hair, firing it up like a perfectly lit shot in a movie. There was no denying her beauty.

“Good morning, sleepy heads. May I come in?”

Alexandra stepped back, welcoming her into our room. I covered myself and sat up, leaning against the headboard.

“Barbara asked me to rouse her lazy slaves and get better acquainted with you.”

She strode authoritatively to the bed and sat on the edge. Alexandra stood facing us, awkward in her nakedness, one hand inadequately trying to cover her junk.

“Don’t hide that beautiful cock, come here let me get a better look at it.”

Alexandra hesitated for a moment, blushing and averting her eyes, then slowly raised her chin, looked Caitlyn directly in the eyes and uncovered her morning wood. Then she proudly presented herself to the beautiful redhead who reached out to take the stiff cock in her hand. Her other cupped Alexandra’s generous balls and she leaned forward to lick the tip. Alexandra moaned at the unexpected pleasure.

Caitlyn slid more of the massive cock into her mouth and began aggressively sucking it. She worked more of Alexandra into herself with each bob of her head. Soon she shockingly managed to nearly accept the whole thing.

I reached out and stroked her glorious curls as she sucked the enormous cock. Alexandra held her shoulders and began to thrust into the voracious mouth. I could see in her eyes that she was about to shoot her load.

Caitlyn worked the balls in her hand aggressively until Alexandra leaned back with her torso to facilitate a powerful series of hip thrusts pumping spurt after spurt of cum into the hungry mouth greedily accepting her offering.

At last Caitlyn slipped her mouth from the cock, turned to me and kissed me aggressively forcing what seemed like a cup of semen into my mouth. As I choked down the surprising load of spunk, she pulled the covers off me, exposing my morning wood.

“Not as impressive, but very pretty. My turn.”

She stood and pulled her tee over her head, exposing perfectly shaped pair of medium tits with pointy pink erect nipples. Then she slid her jeans down her slim hips. That revealed a pair of black lace panties that barely contained a totally unexpected large bulge. She grinned happily and said, “Surprise.”

I reached out and slowly peeled her panties down. Her half hard cock popped out, bouncing toward me.

“You like?”

“You’re nearly as big as Alexandra.”

“Go ahead touch it.”

I reached out and touched her, sliding my fingers along the underside of her still stiffening meat. My other hand cupped her large balls, hefting them. She moaned, enjoying the sensations. Miraculously my caresses made her swell further.

She was as long and slightly thicker than Alexandra with a swollen purplish tip. Her balls were like extra-large hen’s eggs. I rolled them in my palm eliciting a groan of pleasure.

I was drawn her tree-like organ and leaned toward it. Her hand cupped the back of my head and encouraged me. I strained to open my jaw sufficiently to take her enormous glans into my mouth. The purple knob was like a large plum. I struggled, but managed to take it in. I swirled my tongue around it and searched out her urethral slit and teased it with my tongue tip.

She began rocking her hips rhythmically, helping me accept more of her meat. When the swollen tip hit the top of my throat, I gagged the first three times she tried to push deeper into me. Thankfully she was patient and gentle and finally she gained her goal and began fucking my throat.

It was hard enough to deep throat Alexandra, but because of the swollen glans she was more difficult. The image of the knob at the handle end of a baseball bat sprung to mind. It was a struggle to draw air past her swollen flesh into my lungs.

“Mmm, that’s good, take it all, bitch.”

She pushed harder and I felt her red pubic hair tickling my nose. She surprised me when she pushed my head away as if achieving full penetration was all she wanted.

She flipped her legs off the bed and reached for her jeans, stuck her hand in the pocket and withdrew a tube of lube. She coated her cock thoroughly and stuck the tip into me so she could squirt a great glob into Mistress’ fuck hole. I pulled a pillow under me to lift my hips and pulled my cheeks aside to open the passage for her.

A scream escaped my lips as her bulbous cockhead popped past my sphincter and I bit into the pillow to stifle the sound. She thrust hard into me, bottoming out on the third try, then established a rhythm that built steadily, penetrating me completely with each powerful stroke. My whimpers accompanied each searing thrust. Finally, she clutched my hips and delivered a series of brutal impalements with massive spurts of cum flooding my bowels.

I wept into the pillow when she had finished, spent and slumped on top of me. The throbbing agony was overwhelming, but the soft strokes of her hand and soft affectionate murmurs made me turn over as soon as I could and wrap my arms around her. It was then that I realized I had ejaculated a massive load from her stimulation of my prostate. The sensation must have blended with pain. making it simply part of the whole.

The sound of applause shocked me, accompanied as it was by my Mistress’ voice, “Bravo fucktoy, that was beautiful. You took it all like a champ. I am very proud of my beautiful slave.”

She lay down next to me on the bed, took me in her arms and kissed me tenderly. My tears continued, but they were more about how wonderful this loving attention from my wonderful Mistress felt and how it was supplanting my pain.

“I love you Mistress, so very much.”

“I love you too, Erik.”

It at all times made my heart flutter when she called me by my name. It didn’t bother me when she called me fucktoy, but when she used my name, it made me feel loved and crucial.