My Life with Jasmine 1, The Three Edged Sword.

Understanding is a three-edged sword. Your side, my side, and the truth.

Mistress Lisa told the truth. But my interpretation of that truth was not at all times the same as hers. I’m her fawning slave; she is a living Goddess. The fault is mine, not hers. One time she told me that she had a special treat for me. I expected sexual relief. Instead, I got to clean and polish all her footwear. Another time she said I could spend the night in her bed. The storage drawer is in her bed, but underneath her mattress.

Last night she called and said, “I’ve told my guest about you. She wants you to join us. You will be an essential part of our action!”

She? Lisa and another woman? This, I wondered, was gonna be great!

“Thank you, Goddess.”

In record time Lisa was leading me into her bedroom.

“This is my friend Jasmine.”

Standing in front of Lisa’s big bed was a statuesque, curvaceous Asian lady. Her curly brown hair tumbled down past her shoulders. She wore a skimpy tied shirt, a short skirt, and open toed, stiletto sandals. Her bare legs were firm and smooth. Her brown eyes were piecing. She was as tall as I am.

“Well, hello there.” Her voice was a melodic alto.

Lisa had instructed me on the proper was to greet her female guests. I dropped to my knees and kissed each of Jasmine’s feet. Her toes were painted dark burgundy. “I am delighted to meet you, Miss Jasmine, and I hope you have a wonderful visit. I will do anything to make your time here more enjoyable.”

Jasmine chucked. “So, I’ve been told.” She placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head up. “Gorgeous one, you were right! He does have a cute mouth.”

“And a talented tongue!” Lisa sprawled on her bed. “I want a show.” She clapped her hands. “Undress our guest.”

“Yes, Miss Lisa.” I got to my feet and, gently untied Jasmine’s shirt. Lisa had taught me respect for women’s clothing, so I hung it in her closet. Jasmine was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were full and very well shaped.

I knelt, and undid her skirt, which joined her shirt. Now she was dressed in panties and heels. When I lowered myself to her shoes, she kneed me apart. “Leave them. Think you can get my panties off with your teeth?”

That was one of the first things Lisa had taught me. I raised up on my knees, and kissed Jasmine’s stomach. Her panties were emblazoned with the slogan All You Can Eat. I licked my lips as my manhood grew in anticipation of what I was about to do. I noticed that her crotch was a bit lumpy, but I was too aroused to pay close attention. I pulled her panties down her shapely legs and then kissed her feet until she lifted one, then the other. I hung the panties in Lisa’s closet, and turned back to Miss Jasmine… and froze. Now I knew why she was statuesque… and why her voice was a deep alto. Jasmine was a trans lady.

“Oh!” I gasped.

“See something you like?” Jasmine asked.

“I-“

Lisa clapped her hands together. “Get her ready for me.”

“Huh?”

She sprang off of her bed, and smacked my head. “Get her hard.”

“But-“

“I said you’d be an essential part of our action. And I told Jasmine your tongue is very talented. Are you trying to make me out a liar?”

“N-no, Mistress! But-“

“Don’t worry, sugar lips,” Jasmine said, “I’ll make it special.”

While I had undressed Jasmine, Lisa had removed her own clothes. Her nudity had the desired effect; Jasmine was already semi-erect.

“Your mouth is virgin, isn’t it?”

“I, uh, yes, Miss Jasmine.”

“Then I’ll tell you what to do. Start by kissing my balls.”

“Don’t make her tell you twice,” Lisa warned. “Unless you want me to be done with you!”

I knelt in front of Jasmine, and ducked my head under her erection. I gently lifted her sack, and started kissing it. She smelled of jasmine perfume and soap, and she was warm to my touch.

“That’s enough. Start at the base of my shaft and lick up to the tip.”

“I-“

“Now!”

I gulped nervously, then began to lick her like an ice cream cone. As I licked, she got bigger. I kissed the tip, then encircled it with my tongue. Her precum was slightly salty.

She shuddered and moaned. “Take the head into your mouth.”

Keeping my teeth well away, I enveloped her shaft with my lips and drew her into my mouth. It was like sucking on a soft, thick piece of taffy.

“God damn, boy! You sure you’ve never done this before?”

There was no way I could answer with my mouth full, so I shook my head from side to side.

“Well, you’re a natural.”

I sucked while I rubbed my tongue along the sensitive underside of her shaft. She gripped my head with both hands. I had one hand on the floor to keep my balance, and used the other to rub the back of her smooth, firm thighs and well-rounded buttocks.

She pulled me to her and at the same time thrust her hips forward. Jasmine was considerably bigger than I am; I could only take about half of her before I choked. She held my head in place, pulled back, and then thrust again. She did this over and over, forcing me to deep throat her. Finally, she let my head go, and slid her fully erect self out of my mouth. Thank goddess it was over!

Jasmine chuckled again, and rumpled my hair. “Aww, don’t look so disappointed! Next time I’ll finish the job… and give you something delicious to swallow. But right now, I need to take care of my gorgeous sweetie. You know how to put a condom on with your mouth?”

“Uh-” I had only ever put a condom on myself.

Lisa pushed me apart. “Watch and learn. You’ll be doing this from now on.” She opened a condom and put it in her mouth. She bobbed her head down on Jasmine’s shaft, then slowly drew her head up, leaving Jasmine encased in the condom. Then she sprang to her feet, put her arms around Jasmine and started kissing her, while their breasts rubbed together. I was still kneeling, mesmerized by the two gorgeous women.

Lisa kicked me without breaking the kiss. “Get her lubed up for me.”

“Huh?”

“Swallow her!”

Jasmine’s erection brushed my face. I engulfed her, and laved her with my tongue. Lisa reached down and grabbed the back of my head. “All of it, bitch!” She shoved me down until I chocked.

Jasmine took pity on me and lifted Lisa’s hand. “He is a virgin, gorgeous. Give him time to learn.”

As I caught my breath, Jasmine chuckled. “You have such a tight mouth!” She lifted Lisa into her arms and carried her to the bed. Then she lay on her back and pulled Lisa on top of her. While Lisa sucked on her nipples, Jasmine crooked her finger at me. “Lisa said you fantasize about being in this position.”

I shuddered with desire. “Y-yes, Miss Jasmine. I- I’d give anything to-“

“Anything? We’ll have to see about that. But for now, I’ll show you how it’s done.” She turned her attention to a very aroused Lisa, and fingered an erect nipple.

Lisa gasped and looked at me. “I’m ready! Put Jasmine inside me.”

Jesus! I knelt between Jasmine’s legs and grasped her erect, condom covered member. I slid her inside of Lisa. Lisa gasped and groaned with pleasure as Jasmine began to thrust.

Lisa reached back and grabbed my hair. “Kiss her thighs.”

I shoved my face between Jasmine’s legs.

“Lick her while she fucks me!”

Jasmine was big; the condom did not reach all the way to the base of her cock. I licked the exposed part while she thrust in and out of my Goddess.

“Beg her to give me an orgasm,” Lisa demanded.

Could this get any more humiliating? I loved Lisa so much! Why did she-?

“Do it.”

Between licks I whispered, “Please, Miss Jasmine, give Goddess an orgasm.”

“Louder!”

“Please give my Goddess an orgasm!”

Jasmine’s thrusts were fast and deep. Lisa started screaming and moaning. Her bed made the creaking thumping rhythm I had experienced so many times – first in Lisa’s closet, and later in the drawer under her mattress.

“Get your tongue on her balls!” Lisa demanded.

I was ready to sob with unhappiness. It was bad enough that I had to watch Jasmine in the position I had coveted. But to have to-

“Now!”

I licked Jasmine’s sack as it bounced up and down. Finally, she arched her back and grunted, “Fuck!” Her balls trembled under my tongue as they emptied into the condom buried deep inside my Goddess.

Lisa collapsed on top of Jasmine. I would do anything to have her on top of me. Jasmine held her in her arms and stroked her hair until she came back to her senses. Then Lisa rolled onto her back, and glared at me.

“Stop gawking. Clean us.”

I ran into Lisa’s bathroom and returned with a washcloth and basin of warm, soapy water. I gently washed and dried my Mistress, then I turned my attention to our guest. I disposed of the condom which was heavy with Jasmine’s load. Then I washed her.

“Kiss me good night,” Lisa ordered.

That meant I had to French kiss her private area, using plenty of tongue.

“What about our guest?”

Jasmine was on her back, her legs carelessly spread, her organ still semi-erect. I covered the bulbous head with my lips and tongued it.

Jasmine chuckled. “Taste good?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss Jasmine.”

Lisa rolled over and cuddled with Jasmine. “Rub our feet until we fall asleep. But don’t go anywhere. When we wake up, you are going to be busy.”