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"Have you got a good name for her? I don't want there to be any ambiguity when we're giving orders."

Jessie looked over at Cheryl. "No, Sir. I assumed you would determine that."

"Hmmm. Cunt is too rude. Ginger Slut? Too many syllables. What do you say to Tart?"

"Tart sounds fine to me, Sir. What do you say, Cheryl?"

Cheryl answered promptly. "That's fine."

"That's fine, WHAT?" Tams had a very sharp tone, Cheryl stiffened and arched her back a little more.

"That's fine, Sir!"

"That's better, Tart. And you frowned when he said Cunt. You don't like that word?"

"No, Mistress, I don't like being called that. It's degrading."

"We'll bear that in mind for when we feel degrading you is necessary. And we - including you - will use that word to descibe your vagina, and any other vagina that happens to be discussed."

I took over again. "Tart, Do you know why I like you in this position?"

"Because you want to see my body. You want to see my ... cunt."

"Exactly. Why the arms up?"

"To display my breasts better."

"Yes. It also takes some effort, so you are actively displaying yourself to me. It's much more effective for discipline, it gets very tiring after 20 minutes or so. Doesn't it, Slut?."

Jessie answered promptly. "Very tiring, Sir."

I returned my attention to Cheryl. "Tart, We are going to discuss your sexual history. I expect prompt, honest answers. The longer this takes, the less patient I will be."

"Yes, Sir."

Tams got up from the couch and moved to stand behind Tart.

"Are you a virgin with men?"

"Yes, Sir."

"So that wasn't you yesterday. Ever given a man head?"

"Not really, Sir."

"That's not a good answer. Be more specific."

"I've never taken a man deep in my mouth. I did suck the tip of your ... cock yesterday."

"Before yesterday, had you ever jerked a man off? Ever had a man finger you?"

"I had held a cock in my hand, before I came out I had a boyfriend. I never jerked him all the way off. He only touched me outside my jeans."

"You ever let him enjoy your tits?"

"He put his hand up my shirt a few times, I never took my top off for him."

"Poor guy. So how are your shoulders doing?"

"They hurt a little."

"Time for a break. Lower your arms, caress yourself. Don't make me be too specific. Put on a show."

Tart dropped her arms, hesitated, and put one hand on her breast. Hesitated again, brought her other hand up to cup the other side.

"STOP! Position 2, you useless wench."

Tams raised the quirt...Crack!

"OW!" Tart looked outraged.

Tams spoke from behind her. "That was to help you remember the lesson, Tart. Now pay attention."

"Slut, kneel in front of Tart, Demonstrate." Jessie complied immediately, started running her hands over her body, teasing her nipples, stroking her sides. She brought one hand to her mouth, licked her finger, slowly brought it to her clit...

Tart gave a much better performance her second try. She was fingering herself and playing with her nipples when I put a stop to it.

"Good effort. You'll do better next time. Position 1. Now lick your fingers, you taste great."

Tart complied immediately, the dropped her hands to rest on her thighs.

"So what do you think is next?"

"I don't know, Sir."

"Take a guess."

"You're going to screw me or have me suck your cock."

"Not yet. Slut, put down the pad and get the massage oil. Babe, strip and lie face down on the pad. Tart, you will be massaging Mistress."

****

"So how is she doing, Babe?"

Jessie sounded very relaxed. "Very nice, Cal. She has strong hands, but not too strong like some people I could mention."

"Good. Roll over. Tart, continue. Are you enjoying this?"

Tart took a moment to answer. "Yes. Not like super aroused or anything, but Tams is very attractive, and I enjoy the feel of her."

"Good foreplay?"

She looked down at Tams' lazy smile. "I can't answer for Mistress, but yes. Do you want us to..."

"Not right now, I've already seen that. However, I find this VERY arousing. I'm feeling too lazy to screw, so get over here on your knees. Slut will instruct you."

Tart didn't really hesitate, but was a little slow as she crawled to me. Slut was cuddled under my arm by the time Tart knelt between my legs, her eyes down.

"Tart, pull his pants and underwear down." She came up on her knees to obey, reaching for my waistband. A few moments later, she took a deep breath and pulled my underwear down to release my throbbing erection. She looked like she wasn't sure how to begin.

"Wrap your hand around it. Slowly pump it. You want to work up to it." Tart followed instructions, I felt my orgasm rising...

Slut glanced up at my face. "Put it in your mouth NOW. He's about to come." In a sudden movement Tart took the head of my cock in her mouth and kept pumping. "Work it with your tongue, don't pull back..now suck it. Deeper! Keep it there!"

I groaned, then gasped as I came in Tart's mouth. She didn't recoil, just held steady as my semen filled her mouth.

"Can she pull off, Sir?"

"No. Keep sucking, Tart! Try not to swallow much. Keep using your tongue." I enjoyed the sensation until it was too much. "Stop. Pull off, show me."

She pulled off, looked up at me questioningly.

"Open your mouth and show him his cum. Wait for instructions."

Tart complied, I bent to peer in her mouth. "You may swallow."

Tart closed her mouth and pursed her lips, then closed her eyes and swallowed.

"Very good, Tart. How did you like the taste?"

"I didn't."

"You'll get used to it, if you stick around. Now sit up here on my lap." I pulled my underwear up and fastened my fly, then patted my thighs. "Face my right. Slut, go fetch some lemonade for Tart."

Tart stood, then turned and sat across my lap. I wrapped my left arm around her and gently guided her to rest against my shoulder. Jessie brought in a glass and handed it to Tart, she took a few swallows.

"Is that better, Tart? I don't want to taste myself when I kiss you."

"Kiss m-" I caught her with her mouth open, she froze for a moment, then responded. Not too enthusiastically, but we could work on that. I cupped her breast in my hand, teasing the nipple with my thumb. It was odd holding a breast smaller than Slut's, but it was perfectly adequate for most purposes.

I pulled away. Tart was staring back at me. "Is there a problem, Tart?"

She hesitated a moment. "No, Sir, I just didn't expect.."

I brought my lips to hers again, she opened her mouth, welcoming in my tongue. I was firm, demanding, my hand was behind her head, holding her close. I released her again. "If I only did what you expect, why bother?"

She nodded back at me. "Yes, Sir."

"Now that we've gotten to know each other better, I have some more questions. You may kneel on the floor or stay where you are." My hands wandered, making it perfectly clear that I preferred the latter.

She leaned her head back on my shoulder. "Here is fine, Sir."

"How many lovers have you had?"

"Five, Sir. Including Jessie, not including Mistress or Sir."

"Does it include the boyfriend you mentioned?"

"No, Sir. We didn't go far enough to call us lovers."

"You used a strapon with Tams yesterday. Have you ever had one used on you?"

She blushed a little. "Yes, Sir. Once or twice with previous girlfriends, more recently with Jessie."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, Sir. Very much."

"So really you have nothing to worry about with sex. It should all be old hat."

She stiffened then relaxed. "It's not the same, Sir. You're a man. You're bigger and stronger than me, a LOT bigger and stronger than Jess, I can't help thinking it will hurt me, even if you don't mean to."

"Straddle me."

She looked up at me, hesitated, then obeyed. I brought my hands to her breasts, then down to her hips, pulled her close to me.

"Look down. See how our bodies fit together, how naturally your legs part to press your cunt to my cock? Whatever our preferences, our bodies are made for this. There might be some discomfort, but nothing I want to do should harm you. And if you've used a large dildo, you shouldn't even have to worry about that."

"I haven't, Sir. The strapon Jessie brought over was the largest."

"Then you should be fine. That was a gift from us, and is almost exactly the same size as my cock."

"That's relief, Sir. DO you want to do it now?"

I smiled up at her. "This is on my schedule, not yours. Later. For now, go find a towel. Pizza should be here in about 10 minutes."

She bit her lip, almost spoke.

"What, Tart? Speak up."

She hesitated. "I was about to say you seem to have a Pizza Delivery Guy fetish. I'm sorry, Sir."

I laughed. "Don't be. I would call it an exhibitionism fetish, I enjoy displaying women and knowing that the other men who see them will be jealous of me."

Tart answered the door in a beach towel, she was just tall enough that a bath towel couldn't preserve her modesty. She looked through the peephole first.

"Crap." She opened the door a crack. "Hey, Bill. Just a second."

"Cheryl? What are you -" He stopped when she opened the door and took in her 'outfit'. His jaw had dropped open slightly, he was definitely not expecting to see her there in nothing but a towel.

"I'm accepting a pizza delivery." Her voice was firm, with a hint of embarrassment. She looked down, ensured the towel was firmly tucked in, and reached for the Pizza box. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Cheryl. Ma'am."

Tart stepped back, reached for the door handle. "Bill. Please don't mention this at work. Seriously."

He gave her a half smile. "Like they would believe me. Sure. Not a word."

She gently closed the door and brought the Pizza to the table.

****

"Slut and Tart! Position 3, face away from Sir."

They got on their hands and knees, their asses pointed straight towards me. I was lounging on the couch while Tams stood over them, quirt in hand.

"Slut! Face down, spread your cheeks."

Jessie lowered her chest to the floor and reached back to pull her ass cheeks apart.

"Now you, Tart."

Cheryl did the same.

Tams turned to face me. "What do you say, dear?"

I shrugged. "Nah. Later. Massage first." I stood, stripped, and lay down on pad on the floor. Slut and Tart came to me, and started my massage.

It's great being massaged by two women. After a long, blissful time, Tart and Slut pulled away. "Would you like us to massage your front, Sir?"

"Yes, Slut." I rolled on my back. "Continue."

They obediently rubbed every inch of my front except my cock and balls. When they had finished, my cock was standing tall.

"What do you think, Slut. Is Tart ready to give it up?"

They exchanged glances. "I think so, Sir. Do you want her on top?"

I shook my head. "No. She needs to be in a subordinate position for this. On her back." I turned my head to Tams. "Do you mind if her first screw is in our bed?"

Tams smiled back. "Not at all. Call for me when you're finished, I have some ideas for afterwards." She gave a broad, evil grin to Cheryl, then went back to her book.

****

Tart followed us up the stairs and into the bedroom. She stopped in the doorway - the bed was ready, covers pulled down and straps laid out.

I spoke before she could. "The straps are only if you want them, if you prefer to feel like you don't have a choice. Going forward, you will wear restraints as I see fit."

She looked up at me, then at Jessie. "How often does he ..."

Slut shrugged. "It depends. Sometimes I'm bound from the minute I arrive to the minute I leave. Sometimes we go days without it. If you mean how often we have sex? As often as he can get it up, unless Mistress takes care of him."

Enough talk. "Slut, remove the straps and join us. Tart, you're in the middle."

I lay on my left side facing Tart, cupping her right breast in my hand. "Tart, when you came here yesterday, did you know what Slut had planned for today?"

I ran my hand down her stomach as she answered. "In general, Sir. She discussed it with me." I brought my hand to her cunt, cupped it in my hand, gave it a gentle rub.

"So you performed yesterday knowing that you would - or could - be serving us today." I slid my finger along her slit, she spread her knees farther apart.

"Yes, Sir."

"You're a very brave Tart. I could have a good time, seeing how far I could push you without quite making you quit. I'm sure Tams would have some amazing ideas." I pushed two fingers into her cunt, she was wet enough. Still..."Slut, go down on Tart. Ensure she is ready for me. Don't make her come."

Slut didn't answer, she had already gotten between Tart's legs before I finished my sentence.

I raise my hand to Tart's breast, teased her nipple with my thumb. "You know, I really do enjoy playing with nipples. Maybe some clamps would enhance your experience." I rolled the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, twisting it almost to the point of pain. "What do you think of that idea? A little payback for yesterday?"

Tart looked over at me with wide eyes, then relaxed a little at my grin.

"Don't worry, I won't do that this time. Your first screw should be enjoyable. Slut, are you done yet?"

Slut lifted her mouth away from Tart's cunt. "Yes, Sir. She's ready whenever you are." She crawled up Tart's body to kiss her on the lips, then rolled off her.

I didn't hesitate to get between Tart's legs and bring my cock to her opening. A gentle push and my cock head was between her lips, then a little further. Nice and snug, but no winces or flinching. I pulled out a little, then smoothly pushed in until I bottomed out.

Cheryl sighed as I filled her. I pulled back and gave a firm pump.

"How's this, Tart?"

She had wrapped her lags around me, encouraging me to continue. "That's nice, Sir."

I gave a few more slow pumps, she moved her hips to meet me. A few more... I stopped, my cock barely inside her. "OK, I think you're ready, Tart."

"Read - Oh!" I interrupted her answer with a powerful thrust, she cried out in surprise as I pulled back, gave another just as hard. I lowered my chest to hers, reached under her to grip her shoulders tight, and began pumping fast. Not quite as hard as the first 2, she cried out with each thrust, her head was thrown back, her legs opened and dropped to the mattress as she submitted to my cock.

I sped up. Harder, as deep as I could go, she threw back her head and screamed in orgasm, I didn't pause, kept pumping hard and fast. Her moans rose, her cunt spasmed around my cock as she came again....

I slowed, continuing gentle pumps as her breath quieted. "So, Tart, you're not a virgin any more. How was it?"

She was staring up into my face. "It was intense Sir. I didn't ex - Ahh!" I gave a hard thrust, started pumping hard and fast again. She moaned with each thrust, her eyes rolled back in her head....

I pulled out suddenly, sat back on my heels. "Roll over. NOW!"

She stared up at me, gasping, I lifted both of her ankles and shoved her legs to the side, then gripped her hips and lifted her into position in front of me. A moment to line up...

Her cries were not coherent enough to write down, I pumped hard and fast, gripping her hips as I drove deep in her. I felt my orgasm rise, pulled her to me hard, cried out as my semen pumped deep inside her. I collapsed forward on to her back, wrapping my arms around her tight, feeling her heartbeat slow, her breathing go from deep gasps to calm, slow breaths.

I was softening, but still inside her. I brought my hands to her breasts and squeezed. "Whose tits are these, Tart?"

"Your tits, Sir!"

"Whose cunt am I in?"

"Your cunt, Sir!"

"And what do you suck me with?"

"Your little cocksucking mouth, Sir!"

I pulled out and sat back on my heels. "Excellent attitude. Slut, Tart is tired. Wash me."

Slut hurried to obey, taking my cock in her mouth and sucking me clean.

****

Tams loomed over Tart, holding the quirt ready. Slut yanked the blanket away, Tams barked a command. "On your back! Spread!"

Tart started awake, looked up at Tams with wide eyes, and rolled onto her back, her legs open. Tams raised her arm high, brought the quirt slashing down to smack into the mattress between Tart's thighs.

Tart had taken a deep breath in anticipation, she let it out with relief and looked up at Tams with some trepidation. Tams stroked Tart with the quirt, teasing her nipples and caressing her flanks.

"Tart, I heard you downstairs. I'm pretty sure they heard you across town. I was kind of jealous."

Her tone was amused, she set the quirt aside and sat beside Tart. "Did you enjoy yourself? You can call me Tams for now."

Tart looked up at her. "I did, Tams. It was a lot, though. He wasn't rough, but ... it didn't hurt during but now I'm sore. Was he wrong about his size?"

Tams laughed. "No, the strapon is the same size as his penis. Exactly. We made a mold. He's just enthusiastic, and he lasted longer than usual."

Tart pushed herself up on her elbows. "So he held back? That's a scary thought."

Tams laughed again. "No, he came in me earlier and he just got a blowjob from you, so he had to work at it to come again. From how sweaty he was, he gave you his all."

Tart shook her head wearily. "Sure feels like it. Can I nap in here for a bit?"

"Sure. And Cal understands, he won't come barreling in and wake you up for more sex. As he said, he wants you to enjoy this experience."

****

Tams and I slept with Tart between us. I spent a lot of time fondling her body before I dozed off, and woke to the sound of them making love, Tams moaning loudly as Tart went down on her. I contemplated joining them, but decided to save my energy for the morning. Soon enough Tams was satisfied and asleep, when Tart lay back down between us I found her hand and brought it to my cock.

She took the subtle hint and started fondling it, then moved to between my legs and put her mouth to work. After a few minutes I quietly spoke.

"Tart, that's very nice, but I really feel like fucking. Honest answer - is your cunt sore?"

She pulled off to answer, still pumping my cock gently in her hand. "It is, Sir."

"Go take the sleeping bag, Slut will take care of me."

A few seconds later Jessie was sliding under the covers, to lie beside me, her hand gently stroking my cock. "Position, Sir?"

"On top, slut." She moved into position and lowered her cunt to engulf my cock. "Just lay there a bit, clench on me. I like the feel." I held her close and stroked her back, enjoying the sensation as she worked her cunt, squeezing and releasing my cock. After a few minutes, I brought my hands to her hips and pulled her down hard.

"Ah!" I lifted her up a few inches and started thrusting up into her, she gave a little gasp with each thrust, the volume growing as her arousal deepened. I pumped harder, faster, finally coming hard with a cry. She was close, I kept going to reward her, kissing her to muffle her cries when she convulsed in orgasm.

She rested on me as our breathing slowed, I I lifted my head to kiss her again. "You want to sleep on the floor or up here, Slut?"

She hesitated a moment. "Can I sleep on the floor with Cheryl? I think she'll sleep better that way."

"Sure. Suck me clean." She obeyed and left the bed, I rolled over to spoon with Tams and was out like a light.

****

I had worn myself out, I woke to the smell of french toast. Tams was still in bed, I eased out of bed without waking her, then pulled on my robe and went downstairs. Slut and Tart were at the stove fixing breakfast. Tart turned to face me, then stepped away from the stove, pulled off her apron and knelt in position 2. I stood in front of her and opened my robe.

She didn't hesitate, coming up on her knees and taking my cock in her mouth. I allowed her to continue for a few minutes, then pulled away. "Tart, help me set the table, then go up and tell Mistress that breakfast is ready." She obeyed, Tams came down just as Slut brought the french toast to the table.

****

"What do you say, Babe. You want a turn?"

Tams smiled over at me, then directed her attention to Cheryl. "On the bench. Slut, secure her as well as you tied me. No gag."

I leaned to whisper in her ear, she nodded.

"Hips at the end of the bench."

A few minutes later, Cheryl was bound and blindfolded, her arms at her sides and her knees wide apart. Tams handed Slut the dildo they had used on her yesterday. "Go down on her. Get her warmed up."

Jess obeyed, after a few minutes Tart was moving her hips, trying to press them to Slut's mouth. Tams nodded to me, I straddled Tart and set my cock between her breasts. "You want me in your mouth or your cunt, Tart?"

"Ahhh - whatever Sir wants, Sir."

Tams spoke. "Sir isn't in charge right now, Tart."

"Ohhh- whatever Mistress - uhhh - wants."

Tams laughed. "I want my Tart to eat me." She waved me off of Cheryl and climbed on the bench to kneel over Cheryl's face. Tams gave me a grin. "Tart is pretty good at this. Slut, see how close you can get her, don't let her come." She lifted up a couple inches. "Tart, if you come you will be punished severely. Understand?"

"Yes, Mi-mmfh." Tams was grinding her cunt against Tart's face, Tart humped her hips upward as Slut gently licked her clit while fingering her slowly.

I sat back on the couch to enjoy the show. Soon enough Tams rocked in orgasm, she got off of Tart to reveal her sweaty, bedraggled hair and desperate expression.

"Pick a hole, love."

Tart obediently opened her mouth for me, I thrust a few inches in and pulled back until just the head was in her mouth. "Good Tart, you remember how to do that. You're turning into a good little wench, Tart."

Cheryl nodded quickly and continued circling the end of my cock with her tongue. Jessie pulled back from licking her clit. "He wants you to beg to come."

"Slut is right, Tart. Do you want to come?" She made an affirmative noise in her throat as she kept sucking, lifting her head to take my further in. "Beg." I pulled my cock out of her mouth and reached to caress her. She jerked her hips up and sighed with disappointment when I took my hand away.

"Please, Sir, make me come! Ahhh!" I pressed my thumb gently to her clit and gave a little rub.

"Beg me to fuck you." I stroked a circle around her clit, she bucked her hips up.

She didn't take any more convincing. "Please, Sir. Please fuck me."

I moved to between her legs, brought the head of my cock to her opening. "Beg me to fuck this cunt." I rubbed along her slit, pulling away when she rocked her hips.

"Please, Sir! Please fuck my cunt! Ahhh!" I slid in all the way to the hilt, she threw back her head and moaned as I waited.

"Whose cunt is it?" I reached up to play with a nipple, waiting for her reply.

"Your cunt, Sir! Please fuck your cunt!"

I eased my cock out a few inches and started slowly pumping. "Like this, Cunt?"

"Faster, Sir! Please!"

I stopped fully inserted, brought my finger to her clit, started to rub quickly.

"Ahh!" Her cunt gripped me, pulsing as I drove her higher ... "Oh God! Please fuck me!" I resisted the urge to pump, rubbed her faster, firmer ... she screamed in orgasm, her cunt clenching on me ... I took a nipple in my other hand, held it firmly, rubbed her clit as she writhed under me, then gave a firm pinch to her nipple.

"AiiiiE! Owwww!" I let go, gripped her hips, and started pumping furiously. The pain forgotten, she threw back her head and screamed in release again, bucking her hips up to meet my thrusts.

I pumped harder, faster ... my orgasm rose, I was so close .. I forced myself to pull out, stood over her, and jerked my cock as I came on Cheryl's stomach, her tits, her face. Spent, I brought my cock to her lips again. "Nice and clean, Tart." A minute later, I pulled out of her mouth and went to sit on the couch.

"So, Tart, are you hungry? Need to go to the bathroom?"

Cheryl took a breath and paused for a moment. "I do, Sir. Can I clean up?"

I waved Jessie forward to release her. "You may clean your cunt. The rest can wait. I like knowing my semen is on you."

Cheryl stood and stretched, then headed off to the bathroom. She returned and knelt before me. "Back on the bench, Sir?"

I smiled down on her. "No, you've been a good Tart. Jessie, clean her off, then get the massage oil."

****

I've been told I give a good massage. I've also been told that I'm a lecherous goat who lets his hands wander places they shouldn't. This time, I gave a straight massage. No point in getting her riled up when I needed some time to recover.

With the three of us working on her, Cheryl was soon completely relaxed, Jessie tucked a blanket over her when she started to snore.

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LUST4LIFE writes Sun 26 Jan 2025 22:37:

Excellent story. I am jealous.
Thanks for sharing,
L4L

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