Slag was in a similar state, I fingered her pussy and waggled her tits. “You both look a mess, why can’t you keep your makeup in place I don’t know. You need to shower, scrub your face, wash and dry your hair before you come to bed. Before that you need to clean my cock.”
They were rapidly kneeling and licking my cock, one on each side, Slag got down and licked my balls and my thighs where her juices had flowed. Fuck, I was going to get hard again if I didn’t stop them, I stopped them I needed to save myself for later. I washed and went to bed.
I was asleep when they came to bed. I had a not unfamiliar dream that some gorgeous girl was sucking my cock and guess what, a gorgeous girl was sucking my cock! It was Slag and she was doing a good job but I did not want to orgasm this soon. I grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled her up. I kissed her long and hard and in my best sexy voice I said – “Go and brew up.”
She looked gobsmacked, but a slap on the arse soon had her moving. The noise of the slap woke Slut who looked round bewildered. “Good morning Sir, is there any way I can serve you?”
“Yes you can get me some boxers out of the top drawer and then crawl in front of me to the lounge. I expect to be entertained so make sure you give a good wiggle.” I put on the boxers and watched Slut’s naked arse as she slowly, with exaggeration crawled out.
We sat on the couch drinking our tea. “It’s good to sit next to you, all clean and sweet smelling, long may it last.”
“Thank you Sir,” said Slut.
We finished our tea. “Go out and clear up the back, the mess you made yesterday and bring my clothes in.”
When they returned I gave them further instructions. “Slut make me a fresh brew, Slag, there is a room through the playroom, go in there and you will find a box with your name on it, bring it in here.” This should be interesting, Sasha had left each of them a set of clothes in a box. We had discussed some of them but Sasha had the final say of the details.
Slut and I sat down with Slag in front of us. “Open the box, you are going to do a reverse striptease, dress with the clothes in the box.” She opened the box and took each item out, spreading them on the other couch. Selecting a lilac coloured suspender belt she fastened it around her hips, sat down and slowly rolled a lilac stocking up her left leg in such a way that her pussy was winking at me through the whole operation. She did similar with the other stocking, smoothing them both up her legs.
She chose a similar coloured corset, it was fastened using purple laces. She stepped into it and pulled it up her body, it was about nine inches in height, only really covering her waist. Holding it in place she turned her back and invited us to fasten the lace. Slut started pulling the lace through and tightening it. “Breath in,” I ordered as I grabbed the laces and pulled them tight. We fastened them.
Slag stood and started gyrating in front of us. She picked up the knickers, I was about to stop her. She was dressed as much as she needed to be, but I noticed they were crotchless. She was doing sexy things with them, between her legs and rubbing her tits. The waistband and the part that connected to the split crotch was made up of lilac coloured crystals. She sat down and with a gape of pussy put one leg into the ‘knickers’, she pulled them up and then down again so she could put the other leg in.
My cock was tenting my boxers, noticed by both girls, hard to miss really. Slag stood again, turned her back on me, bent and oh so slowly pulled the knickers up while wiggling her arse. Slut’s hand insinuated itself into my boxers and slowly bobbed on my cock. Slag turned round, pushed her hips out and made a display of putting each side of the knicker’s crotch around her pussy. Fuck me, I’m not sure it will be as much fun watching her take them off.
She went to pick up the bra. “Leave that, Slut go and get your box. Slag sit next to me.”
Slag
Hosed down, called dirty, made to shower and make ourselves respectable before going to bed. Over an hour later we made it, sod him I set my phone alarm, I’d wake up before him and give him a blow job.
I had him nice and hard, his cock hitting the back of my throat, he’ll wake up coming down my throat! he’ll love it.
Suddenly my hair was pulled and I was staring at his face, he kissed me really long then he whispered so lovingly ‘make a brew’! We had to clean up outside before he sent me for a box. What a room, it was massive, full of all sorts of clothes, I’ve never seen anything like it. There was a box with my name, well slag on it. Curiouser and curiouser, I carried the box into the lounge. I opened it and took out a complete sexy wardrobe which I laid out on the settee.
I was expected to put the clothes on like the opposite of a striptease. I started with the suspender belt, I intended to keep my naughty bits as exposed as possible. I spent a long time putting my stockings on, sliding my hands up all the way to the top, while ‘accidentally’ flashing my pussy.
The next thing I picked up was a waspy. Lilac with purple piping and laces. What is the best way to put it on? The sexiest way would be to step into it and pull it up, would I get it over my fat arse? I would look stupid if it didn’t fit. I would look even more stupid pulling it over my head. Step on and hope! It worked. I got it over my bum and up to my waist.
I turned my back on Sir and Slut so they could tighten the laces. I was told to breathe in and the waspy was pulled really tight. The constriction forced feelings up to you know where and down to you know what. My nipples poked out and my pussy moistened. I twerked in front of them before picking up the knickers. Knickers is not the word for them, lilac crystals joined together, surrounding my pussy and cutting across my bumhole.
I sat down and put one leg into them, flashing as I did so. Sir’s boxers were standing to attention and Slut was sneaking her hand towards it. Eventually I had them on so I stood, pushed my hips forward and made a point of putting the crystals on each side of my pussy. I went to pick up the bra, just that, the dress and shoes to put on now when Sir stopped me. He sent Slut for her box and I sat next to Sir. God I felt sexy, even beautiful, I’m not, but my nipples could be designated as lethal weapons, I could stab someone with them.
Master
The difference in Slag is amazing, from the pathetic knicker seller begging to serve, to this radiant young lady, full of confidence. She looked at me with her big eyes, smiling. “Please can I suck your cock?” she said, not begging, a girl who knows what she wants. She is choosing to be in this position.
“No, you can straddle me, facing away, with my cock in your pussy. You may slowly fuck me while we watch Slut get dressed.”
“Thank you, Master,” she said. Master? A change perhaps, our relationship was changing. She mounted me putting my cock into her wet pussy, I held her by her tits. Slut came in with her box, she opened it and spread the items out. Totally different from Slags, all burgundy and black.
Slut selected the corset, much more substantial than Slag’s little thing. She put it round her back and started fastening the clasps at the front. She started at the top which was half way up her tits, supporting them. Breathing in she managed to fasten it down to the end which was above her pubic area. She did a twirl, her bum looks big in this, amazingly spankable, her tits were pushed up.
She turned her back and offered us the ribbons to tighten it. This was not an easy option with Slag squatting on my cock and I certainly did not want her to get off. Slag, while I held her steady pulled the ribbons tighter. Slut bent forward and twerked.
Standing facing us she put her arms above her head as she swayed about, her nipples spiked out of the top, the areolas half moons. The corset took a lot of inches off her waist, an hourglass figure if ever I saw one. What with my cock being slowly massaged by a warm wet pussy and my optic nerve being delighted by the vision in front of me I was near to climax.
Letting go of Slag’s tits I grabbed her hips and stopped her movement. The cocky bitch started flexing her cunt muscles. “If I come before I want to you shall really suffer.”
“Thank you Master,” she stopped and remained still. Slut picked up the black stockings, she was having trouble bending so sat down hooked a stocking onto her foot and holding it lifted her leg. Keeping it straight she pulled the stocking up, flashing her pussy as she did so. Fastening it to the suspenders dangling from the corset. Repeating with the other leg she bent and put on the ridiculously high black shoes.
Marching up and down to show off before twerking in front of us again. What next I wondered? She picked up two ostrich feathers, one red, one black. I had no idea about this, I had arranged with Sasha about the corset, the rest I had left to her.
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