Miss Eleanor removed the blindfold and kissed me hard with a fierceness that felt like rape. She gripped Mistress’ balls with similar aggression and gnawed on my tongue.
She backed off and held up a gleaming silver speculum.
“I want to make sure that transgirl didn’t damage your fuckhole last night, bitch boy.”
With her left hand she pried my cheeks apart as her right brought the tips of the tool to my opening. The metal was cold and shocked me upon contact. I noticed Miss Robin standing behind and to her right. A large strap on jutted out from a black leather harness. Except for black spike heeled boots she was wonderfully naked otherwise. Her perfect small breasts sporting hard, swollen nipples, her lithely muscled long legs, and her spectacular red mane captivated me. I thought hers had to be the best hair in the history of hair.
My attention kept reverting to the phallus in its harness, but Miss Eleanor worked the speculum into me, pulling my focus away from Miss Robin and her cock back to my hole that was the obvious intended target.
Miss Eleanor began to spread the speculum, opening me wider. The feeling of vulnerability and the humiliation of being opened for viewing mixed with arousal was making my head spin. I had learned the joy of embracing that potent contrast as concomitant factors of my submission from Mistress. As always it made my heart race.
“Have a look,” she turned away and ushered Miss Robin to inspect my rectum. She handed her a flashlight. Miss Robin leaned close to peer into my distended hole.
“Mmm, very pretty. Are you ready for me in there? Can’t wait for my cock to fill you, can you bitch boy?”
“Please fuck me, Miss Robin. Make me your bitch.”
“Let’s get the hardware out of the way.”
She fussed with the speculum, and I began to feel it narrow inside my rectum. Soon it had collapsed sufficiently for withdrawal that left me feeling empty, yet still wide open.
She released the velcro straps and I was able relieve the tightness that captivity had caused in my muscles. Miss Robin helped me lower my legs from the stirrups and then to climb out of the chair and led me by the balls back toward the bed.
“Kneel.”
I obeyed and when she stepped in front of me I took her phallus in my hands and began sucking it. She stroked my hair as I sucked her long thick cock.
“Good boy. You like sucking cock, don’t you?”
“It depends on whose cock, Miss.”
“You seem to enjoy mine.”
“Yes, Miss. Very much. Because it’s yours.”
“You want me to fuck you too, don’t you.”
“Please.”
“Suck it first, show me how much you want my cock.”
Her hands on the back of my head pulled me closer and she pressed her hips forward, driving her thick cock deeper into my mouth until she paused at the top of my throat.
“Take it all for me, fucktoy.”
I’d learned to open my throat to accommodate Alexandra’s flagpole, so I managed to accept hers without difficulty.
“Well done.”
She urged me up. onto the bed. I assumed she wanted me on all fours, but she had other ideas.
“On your back. I want to be able to kiss you while I fuck you.”
I quickly rolled onto my back, spread my legs, and smiled invitingly at her. Miss Eleanor stepped to the side of the bed. She held a lube container, squirted some into her hand and applied it to Miss Robin’s phallus, stroking it on seductively while looking into my eyes hungrily.
Her look commented eloquently on the surrogacy Miss Robin took on as Miss Eleanor’s protege. She gazed at Miss Robin with obvious pride. The complexity of their relationship amplified the eroticism of the scene for me as I gave myself to their conjoined lust.
Miss Robin’s expression as she moved toward me and onto the foot of the bed mirrored Miss Eleanor’s. Her focus on Mistress’ offered fuckhole made me ache for her to take me. The magnificence of her beauty, the predatory gleam in her eyes, and Miss Eleanor hungrily watching the scene unfold was blisteringly erotic.
She pushed my knees back by my shoulders and brought the tip of her cock to my puckered anus. I reached down to open myself invitingly and urged her on in a husky whisper, “Take me.”
From the moment the tip of Miss Robin’s cock touched my flesh, a thrilling tingle swept over me. She was poised on her knees between my thighs, guiding the glans of her long, thick phallus to my waiting hole. As she pressed slowly in, opening me, she brought her arms up to embrace me and her mouth descended hungrily onto mine. The kiss was electric. Our tongues melted together. Her cock slid slowly deeper into my hungry hole. I pressed my hips down toward hers, trying to take her even deeper.
My need for her to possess me was intense. Her gentleness eased any pain and the delicious feeling as she slowly fucked me was wonderful. She pegged me with long deep strokes, caressing my prostate in both directions. Mistress’ balls drew up and Miss Robin’s thrusts compressed them between our pelvises, making each stroke amplify both the pain and deep pleasure. My need to cum was like a surging wave, building from deep inside.
“Miss Robin, may I cum please?”
“Yes, baby, cum for me.”
I needed no further encouragement and immediately exploded, spraying multiple jets of hot cum onto our chests. She reveled in the semen shower, sliding against me and smearing both of us with my jizz.
She kissed me and slowly slid her cock out of my distended hole, leaving it still open, spasming hungrily, clutching for her. The emptiness was shocking, and left me aching for her to fill me again. We lay on our backs, catching our breath. She trailed her fingers through the cum icing on my chest and stomach, bringing it to my mouth so I could suckle it. Finally, she lay her hand flat on my stomach and wiped up all she could of what was left, then brought her hand up to my face for me to lick.
She pulled me toward her so I could lick more of my seed from her beautiful tits with their swollen nipples. I was dizzy with desire for her, so enticing, so sexy, truly a paragon of perfection. Yet, my feelings for her felt like a betrayal. As much as I adored my Mistress and my slave, this bewitching, gorgeous redheaded sorceress was stealing my heart.
As though she could read my thoughts Miss Eleanor, standing to the side spoke softly, “I knew you two would be a perfect match.”
Miss Robin drew me onto my side, and she rolled toward me.
“That was amazing, Miss Robin.”
She kissed me aggressively, her tongue raping my mouth. She eventually pulled away and stared into my eyes.
“I…” The words caught in my throat.
“Are you falling in love with me, fucktoy?”
“I’m afraid I am.”
“Why afraid?”
“Mistress Barbara and my slave Chloe, it makes me feel disloyal. Wrong.”
She stroked my cheek affectionately. Kissed me softly and barely above a whisper, “There’s room for all of us in your heart, isn’t there?”
“I guess.”
“They already share you, don’t they?”
I nodded.
“I really want to meet them.”
“They’re going to love you too.”
“You seem sure.”
“We’re family, and they’ll be happy to welcome you.”
“Why don’t you drive him home?” Miss Eleanor’s smile was different, a blend of happiness, and wistful pride.
Miss Robin’s car was a weathered Chevy Impala. I lay across the bench seat with my head on her lap as she drove us.
“They aren’t going to freak when I show up?”
“They’ll welcome you.”
“Your Mistress won’t be jealous?”
“I’m not her only slave you know.”
“Does she have many?”
“Well Miss Lucy isn’t her slave, but she has been Mistress’ lover for years, and as for others, Chloe is also her slave, and Grace is her new slave. Alexandra is Miss Lucy’s slave. We’re a very polyamorous group. They’ll take to you immediately.”
“Your Chloe is her slave?”
“She’s my slave and because Mistress owns me, she also belongs to my Mistress. She’s bi switch and would love to play with you if you’re interested. Are you bi?”
“Eleanor is the only woman I’ve ever been with.”
‘That’s not a no.”
“I think it would depend on the woman.”
“I get it., that’s how I feel about men. I really only enjoy trans women, and with them I’m still selective when possible. Mistress rarely sends me on dates with men.”
“So, you’re a whore, and she’s your pimp?”
“It’s complicated.”
“She sends you to have sex with people for money, right?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t you think that makes you a whore?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Again.”
“We’re a family, working together to buy our house. We shar thee proceeds from our dates.”
“Does she ever go on “dates”?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm.”
She drove on for several minutes. I held my tongue, wondering what she was thinking.
“Do you love them all?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have sex with all of them?”
“Yes.”
“You’re Dom with Chloe and sub to the others?”
“I’m Mistress’ slave and she shares me with Miss Lucy. With the others it varies. It’s…”
“Complicated?”
“Yes. We’re almost there, take this exit.” I couldn’t resist chuckling.
She turned onto the ramp and followed my directions until she pulled up to the curb in front of my house. She looked anxiously from me to the front door.
“Don’t worry, they don’t bite, unless you want them to.”
Nervous laughter as we walked up to the porch.
I pressed the doorbell button. Miss Robin’s anxiety seemed to ramp up as we waited. The door opened and Chloe’s beaming smile enveloped me like a full body caress.
“Welcome home, Master.”
She immediately snapped into presentation pose.
“Chloe, this is Miss Robin.”
“Welcome Miss.”
“Thank you, Chloe.”
“Come, Miss Robin. I want you to meet Mistress.”
I ushered her into the room where Mistress sat on the couch, with Grace kneeling at her feet.
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