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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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June 19th, 2013 – Joy Nguyen – South Hill, WA

“It’s okay,” a comforting voice whispered.

I struggled to open my eyes, sleep still heavy on my eyelids. I could feel the bed gently shake as someone shifted. A woman sobbed softly. Confusion flooded through me; I wasn’t in my own bed. Where was I? I managed to open my eyes, my orbs feeling gritty with little sleep. Two women clung to each other: one was White, in her mid-forties, mature and lovely; the other was young, Black, her skin the color of chocolate and her eyes were a striking blue.

They were my Mistresses.

It all came flooding back. My first Mistress, Mary, gave me to Sandy, the White woman, and her girlfriend Betty, the Black girl, to be their slave. Sandy was crying, Betty gently hugging her. Uncomfortable embarrassment flooded me. I felt like I was intruding on such a private moment. I closed my eyes until they were just slits, the world a blurring line.

“I hated him for what he became,” Sandy sobbed. Her husband had recently died over the weekend. “And I loved him for whom he’d been.”

“I know,” Betty cooed. “It’s going to be okay. I’m here for you. You had to do it. He was crazy. He was going to hurt someone. Maybe you. Maybe me.”

“It doesn’t make me hurt any less.” Another, heart-wrenching sob wracked Sandy. “I’m such a monster.” I wanted to do something, but what?

Betty wiped a tear off her white cheek, cupping the older woman’s face between her hands. “No, you’re not,” the Black girl said firmly. “You’re a wonderful, loving woman who was forced into an impossible situation. There wasn’t a right thing to do. So stop beating yourself up.”

Sandy sniffed, rubbing her cheek into Betty’s dark hand. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, lover,” Betty purred, leaning in to capture the older woman’s lips in a kiss.

I shifted as their kiss deepened. It transformed from comforting to passionate with every heartbeat. Their lips moved, nibbled. Tongues flashed, caressing each other. Their heads tilted, eyes closing as they melted together.

A heat grew in my pussy. There was something so erotic about watching an older woman and a younger woman. The dichotomy of maturity and youth, mixed with the contrast of ivory and ebony skin, made the sight of their kiss one of the most sensual things I’d ever witnessed.

I squirmed beside them, pressing my thighs tight together. My clit throbbed, my pussy growing so juicy. I wanted to masturbate myself, but I didn’t want to ruin this loving moment between my two owners.

But I had to do something. Maybe, if I went slow…

As they sank down to the mattress—Betty on her back while Sandy settled on top—I drifted my hand down my stomach. I licked my lips, watching Sandy’s pale breasts pillow against Betty’s dark tits. My fingers reached closer and closer, passing my bellybutton. Then I caressed my waxed-bare pudenda. My fingers followed the curve of my flesh and brushed my pussy lips dewy with my swelling passion.

Quietly, gently, I massaged myself. I didn’t move anything else buy my wrist and fingers, working my digits up and down my sex. Pleasure curled out of me. I licked my lips, my heart thudding so fast as pleasure rippled through me.

“You are just such a treasure,” Sandy moaned. She broke the kiss with her lover and slid down her body.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” purred Betty as the older woman kissed down to her round breasts. The twin tits rose perkily like a pair of dark mountains.

“I love my chocolate bunny’s boobs,” Sandy answered before she sucked a dark nipple into her lips. Betty gasped and shuddered. Sandy lips smacked off. She swirled her tongue about the nub and groaned, “Mmm, taste so sweet.”

The sight made me shiver. My fingers teasing my vulva wasn’t enough. I needed more.. I sucked in a deep breath as I slipped two digits inside my juicy pussy. As I watched Sandy worship her girlfriend’s dark tits, I pumped my digits in and out of my depths, stimulating my twat.

Sandy was a generous lover. She teased each nipple with her tongue and fingers before engulfing them with her red lips. She sucked hard, making those perky mounds jiggle shake and she worked back and forth between each one.

Betty cooed and moaned, her dark hands roamed across Sandy’s shoulders and arms, stroking her lover’s skin. It was so delicious to watch. My fingers pumped faster and faster in and out of my cunt, bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Sandy!” whimpered Betty. “Ooh, yes, yes, I could cum just from this.”

“Mmm, lovely,” Sandy moaned before engulfing a dark-brown nipple. She nipped it, making Betty gasped. “But I wanted to enjoy something even sweeter than your nipples.”

“Now whatever could that be?” asked Betty, her voice so playful.

I rubbed my clit, delicious electricity arcing through me, as I waited for Sandy’s answer.

She didn’t answer with words, but actions. The sexy, older woman kissed down Betty’s breast, nuzzling and smooching, taking her time. I fought back a moan of envy. I wished she was kissing my breasts like that. Sandy licked at the underside of Betty’s dark tits, then gave quick pecks as she traced Betty’s rib cage.

Sandy kept going lower, stroking her lover’s body with pale fingers. Betty undulated and writhed, making the most wanton sounds. My fingers plundered faster and faster in and out of my cunt, pleasure spilling through me. When she reached Betty’s cute bellybutton, the Black girl giggled as her tongue darted into the cute divot.

“Oh, Sandy,” Betty moaned. “I love you so much!”

Sandy smiled, then kissed her lover’s shaved mons right above her clit. I could just see a hint of pink between the dark girl’s thighs before Sandy buried her face into her lover’s treasure. Betty arched her back as her older lover tongued her pussy.

I knew from last night just how skilled Sandy was.

I squeezed my eyes shut, remembering that soft tongue probing my delicate petals and searching for every little part of my flower. My fingers pumped faster, churning pleasure inside me. I worked a third finger inside me, stretching my tunnel while the heel of my hand massaged my clit.

It felt so good. The pleasure built faster and faster in me. My silky cunt clenched down on my three digits. My juices flowed, lubing the way. My body shuddered beside them. Betty’s moans echoed in my ears, sounding so full of delight.

She was so lucky. I closed my eyes, and focused on the memory of last night.

“Oh, Sandy,” I whispered.

My fingers increased their speed, flying in and out of my pussy. I shoved my other hand down there, pinching and rolling my clit between my fingers. I imagined my older Mistress’s tongue wiggling inside my pussy, her nose brushing my sensitive button.

My orgasm built and built. As Betty gasped beside me, my fantasy of Sandy’s tongue hurtled me towards my quivering orgasm. My shuddering release came closer and closer to spilling over me. I bit my lip, shivering on the bed.

Came.

The wonderful feeling flowed through my body. My pussy spasmed about my fingers. I whimpered, churning up my convulsing flesh. The pleasure inundated my mind. I pinched my clit, adding sharp flares of rapture to the ecstasy.

“Oh, yes, oh, yes!” I moaned as the pleasure peaked in me.

“Looks like someone was having fun without us,” Betty giggled.

I gasped, a flush of embarrassment washed over me. My eyes bolted open.

Sandy and Betty cuddled. I was so lost in my self-pleasure, I missed my younger Mistress’s climax. I yanked my fingers out of my cunt, flushing in shame at interrupting their lovemaking while my body still buzzed from my dying orgasm.

“I’m so sorry, Mistresses,” I apologized, my cheeks burning.

“For what?” Sandy asked, eyebrows raising.

“For interrupting you,” I answered. “I let my own selfish desires disturb your pleasure. I am humbly sorry.”

Sandy leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I melted, enjoying Betty’s delicious flavors as I kissed my Mistress. When she broke the kiss, I was breathless, my heart pounding in my chest. My Black Mistress’s flavor lingered on my lips; my tongue darted out to savor her taste.

“Let’s make Sandy howl,” Betty grinned. “I’ll take her pussy, and you attack her breasts, Joy.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I grinned back. It was so wonderful to obey them. Mary’s words vibrated my soul, quivering every bit of me to obey my mistresses.

“I like this idea,” Sandy purred as she rolled off Betty and ended up on her back.

“Yes, you will,” Betty promised as she sat up, her perky tits swaying.

She leaned down and gave her older lover a quick kiss on the mouth, tongues caressing for a moment. Then, with lithe grace, she moved down Sandy’s body, wiggling herself. She spread her lover’s thighs as she settled between them, her dark fingers caressing Sandy’s paler flesh.

“Mmm, there you are,” Betty said, staring at the thick, brown bush, drenched in passion, covering Sandy’s pussy, Betty fingered her thick pubic hair, then looked up at Sandy. “Maybe it’s time to shave this off, love.”

“Really?” Sandy asked.

“You’re the only one with any bush,” she answered. “Joy and I are both shaved.”

“Waxed,” I corrected without thinking, then I blushed furiously. “I’m sorry for interrupting, Mistress.”

Betty’s blue eyes twinkled. “Really, waxed?”

I nodded. “I work at a salon. Well, I used to. That’s how I met Mary. I gave her her first wax.”

“Then you can wax Sandy!” Betty declared.

“I don’t know…” The older woman frowned. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“A little,” I admitted. “But there’s no chance of razor burn, and you will be hair free for two weeks.”

“It’s settled,” Betty nodded. “You always used your husband as an excuse to get out of shaving. No longer. I want you nice and bare!”

“Fine,” Sandy sighed, then a wicked smile appeared on her lips. “It would be pretty naughty.”

Betty laughed, then took a long lick up Sandy’s slit. The older woman moaned, her soft breasts—it was amazing that they only sagged a little considering her age—jiggling invitingly. I crawled over and captured a pink nipple between my lips, sucking hard.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” Sandy moaned. “How’d I get so lucky to have two stunningly-beautiful woman pleasuring me?”

“You’re a special woman,” Betty answered, her dark face sticky with passion. “And you taste delicious.”

“Well, there’s definitely more for you to sample,” Sandy cooed. “Eat me, lover. I need to cum so bad!”

“Gladly!”

I made love to Sandy’s nipple. Slowly exploring every millimeter of the pink nub with my tongue. I wanted to learn every ridge and dimple of it before I sucked the entire thing into my lips. She shuddered beneath me, her breast jiggling as Betty devoured her.

Her other breast jiggled invitingly, her nipple on top waving back and forth. It beckoned me. I tweaked her nipple, letting my long fingernails brush the sensitive flesh. Her skin was so pale against my dark-olive skin. I enjoyed Sandy’s twitches and moans, happy that I gave my Mistress pleasure.

“Oh, God,” Sandy gasped. “Oh, my God, keep doing that, Betty!”

“Mmm, this?” Betty asked.

Whatever she did,it made Sandy buck and moan in wordless delight. The older woman’s passion sang out through the bedroom. My pussy grew hot. With no bush to contain my juices, they ran down my thighs as my excitement mounted.

I sucked harder on her nub. I worshiped it while pinching and rolling the other. I made love to her breasts, wanting to add whatever pleasure I could to the bliss Betty churned between Sandy’s thighs. I nipped with my teeth between sucks, making Sandy gasp.

“Oh, Joy, you’re so loving, too,” Sandy groaned.

“Yes, she is,” Betty said, her hand moving between Sandy’s thighs. “And I know you love this, too.”

Betty thrust her hand forward, clearly driving fingers into Sandy’s pussy. The older woman gasped, her back heaving. My cunt clenched remembering my digits and the delicious pleasure they gave me. I wiggled my hips, moaning about my mistress’s nipple.

Sandy gasped as Betty’s tongue fluttered, flicking at the right spot to drum over and over again on Sandy’s clit. The older woman gasped. Her entire body shook and convulsed. Betty had such satiny skin, her pink tongue fluttering so fast it was almost a blur.

That must feel incredible.

My pussy clenched in envy. I wished Betty would do that for me. I’d ask, but I had to worship Sandy’s breast. I had to do my part to make her happy. I pinched her nipple hard, bringing another gasp as she twitched on the bed.

“Shoot, your tongue is driving my clit wild, Betty,” groaned Sandy. “Wow! Wow, oh, wow! I’m gonna cum!”

I sucked harder. Betty latched her mouth on Sandy’s clit. Her cheeks hollowed. My clit throbbed in envy. Sandy sucked in a deep breath. Her moans exploded out of her. Her breast jiggled beneath my sucking mouth.

“Oh, shoot!” gasped the older woman. “I’m… I’m coming.”

I kept sucking on her nub as Sandy bucked beneath me. Her sweet cries filled my ears and happiness bubbled inside me. I helped to give her such great pleasure. My sucking mouth and pinching tongue contributed to her joy.

She thrashed on the bed, groaning out in wordless delight as she bathed her lover’s face. Betty kept licking her, kept rubbing her face into her lover’s bush. I shivered, my pussy so hot, begging for another orgasm to sweep through me.

“Oh, that was amazing, Betty,” groaned Sandy. “Oh, yes, Joy, you were delightful, too, Joy.”

I beamed and nipped her nub.

She grinned at me. Her gentle hands cupped my face, drew me to her lips, and rewarded my service with a deep kiss. Her tongue brushed my lips then thrust into my mouth. I surrendered to her, letting her dance and swirl her tongue around inside of me while her hands slid from my face down my neck to my shoulders.

Her touch kept moving lower and lower. She passed my breasts, taking a moment to tweak my nipples, then she reached down my stomach. I shuddered, my pussy growing so hot. I whimpered into her lips as she reached my shaved pudenda.

Then she found my hard clit.

I squealed into her mouth. She massaged my throbbing bud. Electricity shot into the core of my pussy. I was so excited by her touch and from making love to her nipple that the powder keg inside me ignited, exploding rapture throughout my body.

My orgasm swept through me. I screamed into her kiss. My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed down my thighs. Ecstasy reached my mind. Stars burst across my vision. Her finger danced on my clit, massaging me, keeping my pleasure alive.

Such euphoric bliss consumed me.

I collapsed beside my beautiful Mistress’s body, panting and gasping and shuddering. I broke the kiss, panting so loudly, not sure what to say to my mistress. My mind melted from the heat her touch triggered.

“Wow, you had a good one,” Sandy said.

“It was amazing. Thank you, Mistress.”

Then she kissed my lips again. Her arms wrapped around me. I enjoyed the pleasant afterglow and her warm body. A moment later, Betty crawled up the other side of Sandy. We sandwiched the older woman between us as we cuddled.

Such joy shot through me. This was my life now. Part of me felt sad; I had a fiance, but I guess we wouldn’t be getting married now.

I belonged to Sandy and Betty.

After breakfast, I was sent to the store to get some supplies to give Sandy a wax: a nice, sugar based wax; the strips of cloth; a wooden applicator that resembled a large tongue depressor; and some scented candles, cinnamon, to help relax Sandy.

“Hot date,” joked the checkout girl as she rang me up.

“Uh-huh,” I smiled back. “Two sexy women.”

The girl blinked in surprise. “Um, well, that sounds…fun.”

Her blushes were so cute, that I couldn’t help adding, “You can’t believe how hard you can cum with two women licking you.”

My pussy was on fire the entire drive back to Sandy’s house. The cashier had no idea how to respond to my declaration, except to blush even deeper. She was so cute! I wanted to take her home with me so she could see how wonderful my Mistresses were.

“We don’t have to do this,” Sandy was protesting when I arrived. “I can just shave it.”

“Nope,” Betty said, grinning as she spread a beach towel across the bed. “I’ve had a wax before. It’s not that bad.”

“If it’s not that bad, then why do you shave?” Sandy accused.

“Money,” the Black girl shrugged. “It’s cheaper to shave.”

“It will be okay,” I reassured Sandy. “I have done this many times, Mistress.”

“Fine,” Sandy pouted.

“Don’t be so glum,” Betty said, reaching out to tickle Sandy’s sides. “You’re going to cum even harder without any pubic hair to get in the way of me and my mouth.”

“Mmm, that sounds nice.” Then she squealed in laughter from Betty’s fluttering fingers dancing along her sides.

I set about lighting the candles while trying not to be distracted by Sandy’s breasts jiggling as she tried to fend off Betty’s tickle attack. They were so lovely. Sandy laughed so hard, her face and chest flushed as she struggled to breathe, adding a delightful color to her pale breasts.

“There, that’s better,” Betty declared when she felt Sandy had enough. “Now let’s get nice and comfortable.”

“I want you to hold me.” There was a quivering note to Sandy’s voice; the older woman was actually scared.

“Of course I will, lover.”

Betty sat with her back against the headboard, her ass propped up by several pillows, and spread her legs invitingly. Sandy settled between them and leaned back against her girlfriend, using Betty’s breasts to pillow her head. Betty’s dark hands reached around her, and spread her pale thighs.

I took my bowl full of the warm, golden wax, and climbed onto the bed. I knelt between Sandy’s thighs. The air was filled with the sweet scent of lavender and jasmine, a soothing fragrance that I hoped would help relax her.

“This will be sticky,” I told her, scooping a big glob of wax on the end of my applicator, then I paused and laughed at my own oversight. “What type of wax do you want?”

Sandy blinked at me, then looked over her shoulder at Betty.

“Brazilian,” the Black girl answered without hesitation.

“What type is that?” Sandy asked.

“Completely bare,” I answered. “A bikini wax leaves a triangle, and a French wax a landing strip.”

“Maybe the landing strip?” Sandy asked, shifting, her voice quavering.

Betty shook her head, giving her lover a fixed look. “Nope. I want you as bare as a girl.”

I glanced between the two, stirring the applicator through the wax again, not sure if I should start. Betty glanced at me, her face commanding, a tightness about her eyes and cheeks that demanded I act. So I pulled out the applicator and ladled the first of the wax onto Sandy’s thick bush.

She jumped.

“It’s okay,” Betty said, stroking Sandy’s sides, her touch soothing. “Just relax. I’m here.”

Sandy drew in a shuddering breath and nodded. With a tight voice, she said, “Okay.”

I continued spreading the thick wax across her bush. I covered every bit of her, matting it down with the amber liquid. Once I adorned every bit of her, I set the wax aside and applied the strips of cloth with precise care. I surrounded her vulva, then made sure I had her pudenda covered.

“Okay, we just have to wait for it to harden,” I said. “Don’t want to do it prematurely.”

Betty smiled at me.

Sandy just took deep breaths, her breasts rising and falling. She leaned back into her lover, trembles twitching her limbs. Betty’s dark hands stroked up Sandy’s stomach while the Black girl cooed into her lover’s ear. Her hands found Sandy’s ivory bosom. She kneaded them, played with them, digging her fingers into their soft mounds.

Sandy’s cheeks reddened, and her body began to slowly shift as her arousal grew. Her nipples puckered hard. She let out soft sighs. I shivered, my own pussy swelling with wet heat. I shifted between her thighs, glancing down at the strips of white.

Sandy let out a moan.

“Ready?” I asked Sandy.

“Yes,” she said, words low and husky. She turned her head and kissed Betty over her shoulders, their lips working together.

I grasped the first strip and ripped. I didn’t hesitate. Best to get it over with fast.

Sandy moaned into Betty’s lips, her hips bucking. Betty held Sandy tight, massaging her breasts and nipples. I studied the pull, noting the smooth skin, reddened by the sudden rip of her hair. I nodded in satisfaction.

Ripped the second cloth.

She moaned louder, her legs spasming. Betty squeezed her lover’s tits, kissing her so hard. She rolled pink nipples between her dark fingers as I ripped the third. The fourth. I revealed smooth, beautiful skin with every tear. I exposed her pudenda then went to work on her vulva.

“You’re doing great, Sandy,” cooed Betty, breaking the kiss. “Just a few more. So proud of you.”

“Thanks,” Sandy breathed. Then she claimed Betty’s lips for a second kiss.

I ripped the hair off the right side of her vulva. She moaned into her girlfriend’s lips. Her entire body shuddered. I tore another strip off, then a third, moving around to the left side. Her pussy lips were mostly exposed.

I snagged the last one, jerked.

Hair tore. She groaned.

“All done!” I declared, such excitement shuddering through me.

Sandy broke the kiss and looked down her body. At the same moment, Betty shoved her hands down Sandy’s stomach to her shaved pudenda. She stroked across the waxed-bare pubic mound before sliding lower to rub at Sandy’s vulva.

“Doesn’t that feel nice?” Betty asked. “You’re as smooth as a schoolgirl!”

“Yeah, I guess it does,” Sandy said. Then she sighed and closed her eyes, clearly enjoying her girlfriend’s fingers stroking up and down her exposed labia.

I hurried to clear my supplies off the bed then grabbed the lotion. I applied it generously to my hands, the coconut scent filling my nose. Betty pulled her hands away so I could soothe my Mistress’s pussy. I rubbed the cream against her pudenda. The aloe vera in it would soothe away any lingering pain.

Rubbing her pubic mound made me feel naughty. I leaned over as my fingers stroked down to massage her plump vulva. Her juices mixed with the lotion while I kissed at her bare pubic mound, loving the taste of coconut and the smooth feel of her silky skin.

“Mmm, that feels wonderful,” cooed Sandy. “Kiss lower, Joy. Make me cum.”

“With pleasure, Mistress,” I purred, my soul quivering to obey.

I kissed down her pudenda to the top of her pussy. I fluttered my tongue against her pink labia, brushing her clit as I moved down to feast on her pussy. I tasted the sugary wax, the coconut lotion, and the spicy-tart flavor of her pussy all mixing together as I lapped at her vulva.

Sandy moaned, her back arching against her lover. Her face contorted with pleasure as my tongue stroked up and down her labia, gathering more and more of her spicy deliciousness. My fingers massaged the sides of her vulva, drinking in how silky smooth she was now.

The bed shifted and Sandy leaned forward, jiggling her tits, to let Betty scramble off the bed. “What are you doing, Betty?”

“Just getting something,” the Black girl answered her lover.

A tingle of curiosity raced through me as I fluttered my tongue up and down Sandy’s juicy slit.

“What?” Sandy asked while she leaned back against the pillows Betty sat on.

“You’ll see.”

The teasing tone in Betty’s voice made me shiver. I heard her moving around. I was to busy feasting on Sandy’s flower to care what Betty searched for. Sandy’s snatch was my world. I focused everything on pleasing her. She ordered me to make her cum. I had to do this.

I loved doing this.

I explored her pink petals and savored her spicy nectar. My fingers spread her open. I gazed into her blushing perfection. I breathed in her heady scent in, the wonderful, intoxicating aroma that only a woman’s passion could produce. Giddy with delight, I dove into her driving my tongue deep into her canal and wiggling it about.

“Oh, you naughty girl,” Sandy purred. “When did you get that?”

“Last week,” Betty answered from behind. “Surprised?”

“Mmm, I can’t wait to try it out.”

Betty’s hands stroked my ass. “I think our cute, Asian stylist deserves a reward for her beautiful work.”

What did she have?

The bed dimpled as Betty climbed on behind me. I shivered, feasting on my Mistress’s pussy. I gasped into Sandy’s cunt as something prodded my butt. It felt plastic and hard.

A dildo?

I wanted to look back, but Sandy’s pussy tasted too wonderful for me to stop my meal. I had to make her cum. The object slid across my ass. It was round and narrow, a cylinder. It was definitely a sex toy of some sort.

“Mmm, here I go,” purred Betty as the toy rubbed against my pussy lips.

I moaned in anticipation into Sandy’s cunt.

The dildo parted my pussy lips, sliding deep inside me. I groaned, enjoying the ridges that lined the toy below the tip rubbing against my sheath. They added a rough, teasing sensation as the toy delved deeper and deeper into me. I quivered about it, wiggling my hips back and forth, savoring the feel of it in me.

I gasped when Betty drew it back, the friction teasing my pussy walls. She thrust it in again, hard. Her thighs caressed the back of my legs, her crotch smacking into my rump. It felt so good. It made me whimper as I feasted on her lover’s pussy.

“Ooh, yes, fuck her!” Sandy moaned. “She deserves it. she’s devouring my cunt and making me feel so good.”

“Yes!” Betty groaned. She thrust harder, plunging the dildo in and out of my cunt.

It felt so incredible. I loved the ridges teasing my inner depths. It inspired me to plunge my tongue deep into Sandy’s pussy. I swirled around inside of her, teasing her, making her gasp and groan. She shuddered on the bed, grinding against me while Betty fucked me hard.

I pictured Betty’s round, mocha breasts heaving as she thrust her fake cock inside my cunt. Her hands gripped my hip. She must have such pleasure crossing her face. I could hear her enjoyment, the way every thrust was punctuated by a whimper of delight.

My orgasm swelled in me. Every thrust of her toy into me brought me closer and closer to cumming. Pleasure spilled through my body, stimulated by the ridges and the toy’s girth as it pumped in and out of me.

“Betty,” I whimpered into Sandy’s pussy, pressing my face into her shaved snatch.

“Just keep eating her,” groaned Betty, fucking me harder, pounding me. Her crotch smacked into my rump.

It was getting hard to focus on eating Sandy out as the pleasure in my pussy threatened to overwhelm me. My orgasm swelled more and more. I groaned, concentrating on what I had to do. I obeyed my mistresses, devouring Sandy while my hips bucked back into Betty’s thrusts.

My tongue fluttered through Sandy’s folds, her plump, shaved vulva rubbing on my lips and cheeks. I found her clit. I sucked on it. Sandy bucked as my tongue danced about her little bud peeking out of her petals.

“Thrust into her, Betty,” Sandy moaned. “Oh, God, that is so nasty! Pound her! Make her cum!”

“It’s wild,” Betty moaned. “I love this strap-on. Every time I stick it in, the end presses on my clit. God, I didn’t think it would be this much fun fucking a woman!”

Sandy’s fingers found my black hair, pulling my face hard into her cunt. “Oh, fudge! Oh, shoot! Eat me! Oh, Joy! You wonderful woman! I’m going to cum on your face!”

I licked harder.

Her face tightened. Then she bucked hard, groaning, “Oh, geez! Oh, geez!”

I drank my reward as it flooded from her pussy, spicy and delicious. I lapped at her cunt as her orgasm spilled through her. My own snatch clenched down hard on Betty’s thrusting dildo. I swiveled my hips around as I reveled in the depraved decadence of a woman’s passion covering my face. Her spicy musk filled my nose with her heavenly scent.

Drunk on her excitement, I came closer and closer to my orgasm. My taste buds savored every last drop of her pussy cream. I hungered for more, desperate for every drop. So I dug my tongue back into her depths, swirling around her silky walls.

I was a slave to her pussy.

SLAP!

Betty’s hand smacked my ass as she pounded my cunt. The sting made my pussy warm. It clenched down hard on her thrusting dildo, those delicious ridges massaging in my inner walls. I whimpered into Sandy’s cunt.

“Good, girl,” Betty purred as she pounded me.

SLAP!

“You gave Sandy so much pleasure!”

“It was all my pleasure!” I moaned, rocking back into her hard thrusts, on the verge of my own explosion.

“Make her cream on your girl-cock!” Sandy gasped.

“I am!” the Black girl answered. “She’s going to explode!”

I kept nuzzling at Sandy’s cunt, wanting to lap up every drop of her spicy honey. The entire time, Betty’s strap-on built a huge pyrotechnic inside me. Every thrust added more and more TNT to the pile. I was so near to my eruption, the fuse burning towards my core. Betty rammed the dildo hard inside me. She filled me up.

The ridges set off sparks that fell on the TNT.

“Great Buddha!” I screamed as my orgasm exploded in me.

Explosions rippled through my body, propelling me to Nirvana. I received pure, unadulterated bliss. I drank it in, writhing, moaning into Sandy’s pussy. Betty thrust her dildo in and out of my spasming cunt, teasing me, giving me such rapture.

The pleasure rushed through my mind. It drowned my thoughts. I shuddered, darkness washing across my vision. It was such a powerful orgasm. Serving my lesbian Mistresses gave me such joy. It rewarded my soul.

Mary told me to love them and I did. I served them. I worshiped them. Obeying Mary’s words gave me such rapture.

The pleasure swallowed me in bliss. I heard Betty cry out in her orgasm as I collapsed into drifting ecstasy.

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Thursday, June 27th, 2013 – South Hill, WA

For a week-and-a-half I was a lesbian slave. Sandy and Betty were such wonderful and generous lovers. They cared so much for me. But after the attack yesterday, after the Miracle, they freed me from their domination.

“We don’t want to make you stay,” Sandy said. “You deserve to make your own choices.”

Everything crashed back into me as Mary’s commands faded from my soul. It hit me what I’d done, what I’d given up. It slammed into my like a brick wall. A shuddering storm of tears assaulted me. They poured down my cheeks while my entire body shook

“Bao!” I sobbed.

“Bao?” asked Betty.

“M-my fiance.” I hadn’t seen him, even thought about him, this entire time. It had been over a week since we had talked. “H-he must be going crazy with worry.”

“We’ll make sure everything’s okay,” Sandy whispered as she hugged me. “My daughter will make it right. Come on.”

We hurried down the street to Mary’s house. Yesterday’s firefight with the SWAT officers left damage everywhere. I tried not to think of how scared I was while it happened. We reached the house Mary and her boyfriend Mark, the man some where calling a god after he came back to life yesterday, lived. Mary broke away from the celebratory orgy going on in the house to speak to us. She spoke a word, freeing me from her domination.

Then she called up Bao. Within a minute, she smoothed everything over with my fiance. “He’ll never think anything of your absence,” Mary told me. She truly must be a Goddess like people were saying. “Sorry I made you a sex slave.”

I was too happy to be angry. I was going back to my fiance.

I bounced with excitement when Sandy parked her car before the house I shared with my fiance. Bao was outside, a smile on his dark-olive face. I burst out of the car and raced to him. I threw myself at him, my arms going around his neck. He caught me, held me, as I kissed him with all my love and passion on the lips.

I may have spent the last week having amazing, lesbian sex, but I needed a real cock.

“Mmm, nice to see you, too,” Bao said in Vietnamese, our native tongue, after breaking the kiss. “It’s only been a few hours though. You’re acting like you haven’t seen me in a while.”

“Right,” I mumbled. A few hours? What had Mary said to him?

“Who’re your friends?” he asked me as he put his arm around my waist.

“Sandy and Betty,” I answered. “You’ll love them. I invited them over for dinner tomorrow.”

“Oh, sure,” he answered with a shrug. “They seem nice.”

I grinned at him. He was going to find out just how nice they were. I become fond of eating pussy, so I wasn’t going to give that up just because I was marrying a man. I was looking forward to eating Betty out while Bao fucked me from behind.

It was going to be a fun night.

The END of Joy’s Tale

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