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"How's that?" I asked.
"Harder. I like a hard spanking. It seems to loosen all the tension built up in my ass after a day of work."
I smacked her harder. "Harder still," she said. I whacked her harder. Harder than my own slaves got. "Just a wee bit harder."
I did it again. "Perfect," she groaned. It had to be one of the hardest spankings I'd ever administered. I did enjoy laying my hands on her buns. Her cheeks bounced around nicely each time my hand came down. Marcia climaxed after 22 strokes, moaning, her ass arching up like she wanted more.
"Where's an anal plug?" I asked.
"Same bedside stand, second drawer down," Marcia gasped, still shaking.
"Evelyn, get one about two inches wide," I said. Evelyn scrambled to obey.
She handed it to me and I lubed it up in Marcia's cunt, giving her another orgasm in the process. It was easily slick enough to push into Marcia's bottom without much difficulty. She groaned as the widest part went in. I gave her the rest of her spanking with the plug in and I made sure I smacked the base of the plug every five or six times, jostling it inside her fundament. Marcia orgasmed two more times. What an orgasmic slut she was.
By the time I finished, my hand was sore and my dick aching. I couldn't wait any longer and bent her over the bed, slamming my prick into her. The plug made her even tighter. She'd cum frequently and there was no resistance to my thrusts, just constant moans as I fucked her cunt to a soupy froth. She started going off and I stopped being able to tell when one orgasm ended and another began. Her moans and whimpers and even a few screams were almost non-stop.
"Fuck me," Marcia gasped. "Fuck my cunt, you bastard."
"My mother would be disturbed to hear you call me a bastard," I panted.
"Fuck me harder, you prick. Less talking, more fucking."
I fucked her harder, her cunt squelching under my assault, my hips smacking against her sore ass as I pounded her.
"It feels so fucking good," Marcia moaned. "So fucking good. I love a rough fucking."
I was good for another five minutes before I surrendered to the pleasure of her tight, wet cunt and pulsed a load deep inside. It felt as though the top of my prick blew off with it.
"If you find my dick swimming inside of your cunt, I want it back," I moaned.
Marcia started laughing, increasing the pressure she was exerting on my cock. I'm sure she managed to squeeze another teaspoon of cum out just from her laughter.
My cock shrinking, I pulled out and just as I did for Evelyn, I dropped to the floor behind her and worshipped her with my tongue, cleaning her off. Evelyn got off the bed and did the same for me. We finished about the same time.
"Wow, Scott. You continue to surprise me," Marcia said. "That was a marvelous fucking. I feel totally sated at the moment."
"Fifty percent inspiration, fifty percent perspiration," I said.
"Thomas Edison used to say ten and ninety, respectively."
"Edison wasn't looking at your ass." They both laughed. "I'm going to need some recuperation time. Tell me how you met."
"Sam purchased a suits optional cruise at the Go Nude for the Homeless Auction held here in LA on National Nude Day; the one I was nude at, modeling Brianna's jewelry. You saw the pictures. The boat is owned by an acquaintance of ours, a movie producer, who rents it out when he isn't wining and dining movie stars on it."
"God, yes; the pictures. Unlikely to ever forget them."
"I'd like to see the pictures some time," Evelyn said. "I've never seen them. Anyway, Bill and I were on the same cruise. He'd found out I'd been fucking behind his back again. He brought us on the cruise to try to refresh our marriage, get it back on track. When I boarded the sailing vessel, I was pretty much a bitch to everyone. Nasty, snotty, looking down my nose at everyone else because they didn't have money or they were doing what they were supposed to; go nude. Everyone was pretty much fed up with me within a few hours, rightfully so."
"We felt so sorry for Bill. He was extraordinarily nice, married to someone I wouldn't spend five minutes with under any circumstance," Marcia said.
"I started sleeping with one of the crew members. I don't even remember his name. I had sex with him and it was that unremarkable, I don't remember him."
"Jimmy. His name was Jimmy."
"That's right, Jimmy. How quickly I forgot him. I'd just spent a whole afternoon and evening with him in a hotel room while everyone else was at Chantelle's parents at what I heard was a lovely party. I was once again ignoring my husband and his needs while acting like a tramp."
"Sam was pretending to be Chantelle's boyfriend so she wouldn't fight with her father about being in a lesbian relationship. I was pretending to be Bill's girlfriend as a result. On the boat back to the ship, Sam told me I could use one of my free passes with Bill if I wanted. He was a celebrity, of a sort, and looks a lot like Tom Selleck, who's been on my free pass list longer than anyone. I didn't even care that Tom had gotten old. What should have been a sex cruise to spice up his marriage with his wife, was anything but. She was fucking someone else and ignoring him. He was too nice to deserve the way he was treated. Since Evelyn didn't care what she was doing to Bill, we decided to show her the opposite was also true, that he could fuck around as easily or even more so than she did. That she wasn't the only fish in the sea and what could easily happen to her if she didn't care about him. I started fucking him publicly, while she had to submit to a bunch of bondage and humiliation to hopefully avoid a divorce under an ironclad prenup."
"It wasn't until Marcia started fucking him, I realized how much I loved him and how easily I could lose him to someone else. I was devastated by it. Knowing he could be with someone so beautiful and leave me behind."
"Sam and I both wondered why Evelyn would act the way she did. She had a fabulously rich, successful, handsome husband who doted on her, given her everything she wanted, and was fucking Jimmy, practically in front of Bill, almost as if she wanted to be caught. Why? Bill had no clue. Sam thought perhaps Evelyn was a submissive who wasn't getting what she wanted. To surrender control to a strong man who would keep her in line; wouldn't accept her trashy behavior, not just by divorcing her, but punishing her. With Bill's agreement, we began treating her like a submissive to see how she accepted it. Turns out, she accepted it well."
"I didn't even know why I behaved the way I did. There was no reason for it. The punishments and humiliations they made me do aroused me. Making me go naked the rest of the cruise, be made to orgasm in front of everyone, to be spanked by everyone every morning. To publicly suck and fuck my husband in front of others. I started to realize I enjoyed it. Before the cruise ended, I agreed to become Master's sex slave. I've been much happier, and become a much better person as a result."
"Don't you resent Sam and Marcia for putting you through that?" I asked.
"I did at first. I hated them. Marcia having sex with my husband, openly in front of me; for Sam not caring if she did and suggesting all these different punishments and humiliations to make me atone for my actions. It wasn't until I comprehended their actions were giving me a chance to save my marriage to the person I most loved in the world, and it was as much for me as it was for him. The next time we saw them, when they came back to LA for the birth of their son, we sort of cemented our friendship, became the friends we are now."
"Why were you in LA?" I asked.
"Master was considering an investment in Brianna's Baubles. He came to negotiate terms which allowed her to expand into a higher end market. She opened a full blown made to order manufacturing facility and an actual store, the one Cindy models at. Since then, he decided to build a residence here in LA. It's possible some of the children born in the first wave after Brianna's are Master's instead of Sam's. They were both fucking the same slaves. He thought he might like to live nearby and help be a father figure. Of course, most of his businesses are still run out of New York, so we'll have to be somewhat bicoastal. But, it's not quite as necessary to live where you work as it used to be. He can run things from anywhere with the right people he trusts to help."
Speaking of Bill, he called in again to check on his slave. "We're at Sam's house and Marcia is with us, Master," when she answered the phone, putting it on speaker.
"Did Scott get the business plan?" Bill asked.
"He did, sir. Zoe is checking it over for him."
"How are you doing, pumpkin?"
"Very good, sir. We were just talking about how Marcia and I met and became friends, during a break in the activities. How are you doing, Master?"
"I'm good. I was just fucking Rhonda. She's quite a lovely young woman."
"And how is Regina doing?" I asked.
"Quite well. She's eating my cum out of Rhonda right now. Jerry was here earlier for supper. He took a turn with her. She's turning into quite an excellent slave. Whoever wins her on Friday won't be disappointed."
"Good news for the poker players," I said. "The two to be auctioned off will be Regina and Evelyn?"
"Regina for the night. Evelyn won't. I'm only selling her holes. I'll want to spend the night with her myself. I miss her."
"Thank you, Master. I miss you too. I love you."
"I love you too, dear. Enjoy the rest of your evening. Good night, Scott, Marcia. Perhaps I'll see you both tomorrow."
"You might see Marcia, but I intend to be busy, planning the work for next week. I wasn't preparing to come. Take care of my girls for me."
"You needn't worry. I'll take good care of them."
"Master," Julia suddenly said, "you need to bring Evelyn early to the poker game."
"Why and how early?"
"She needs to be prepared before hand. Six should be sufficient."
"I'll leave here at three then. If there's no accidents, that should be sufficient to get her there on time."
"Thank you, Master. We miss you."
The call ended. We looked at each other.
"Here we are; one big happy family," Marcia said, "waiting for a certain someone, who shall remain nameless to protect his identity, to get another erection, because other someone's like to fuck."
"I can see your dilemma. Let me ask this. We have time for one more fucking. Who gets it?"
Evelyn and Marcia looked at one another. "Can't we share," Evelyn said. "You should last fifteen or more minutes. I would think that's plenty of time to give us each a few more orgasms."
"Who gets the cum?"
"Marcia can have the cum to start; I'll suck the cum out of her cunt to end," Evelyn said.
"Sounds like a plan, Mr. Rivers," Marcia said.
"Who will give me the erection?" I asked.
"We both will," they said together, laughing.
So they both worked to give me an erection and a damn good job of it they did, too. In ten minutes, I was fucking them both. I think Marcia ended up with more orgasms. She usually did, but if it mattered to them, I'm sure they'd work it out between them later tonight.
Before I left, Zoe came by with the paperwork. "I don't see anything wrong with the proposal. It's just a question if they want to sell or not, but it seems like they'll need to expand one way or the other."
"Thanks, Zoe." I kissed her softly on the lips.
"Are you all done here?"
I was all dressed, but Evelyn and Marcia were still on the bed going at it.
"I am, but they look like they're still interested in continuing if you'd like to join in."
"Don't mind if I do," she said, climbing on the bed. "Good night, Scott. See you next time."
Evelyn and Marcia made room for her, and she joined in. "Good night, all."
I received some muffled words in reply as I left.