In part 3 Carol introduced her two slaves to Enforced Bisexuality, in order to test their obedience, nothing more than that, other than it turned her on immensely to watch one sucking the others erect penis. In this part she begins to train then to both pleasure her at the same time:
Carol stood and directed both of her slaves into position. 'The gardener', her new slave, was told to sit on the bed near the corner of the king size, one leg over the side, the other over the foot of the bed. Carol pushed him onto his back and ordered him to hold his cock vertically.
She faced him and advanced, but as she reached the bed, turned on her stilettos then thrust out her cute little arse, reaching behind and spreading her cheeks.
"Do not put it in my arse, if you do it's instant dismissal. Understand?"
"Yes, Miss Carol" he replied.
She lowered herself onto his cock. He manoeuvred the head between her moist puffed lips and she hummed a little moan of appreciation as the engorged purple head entered her. She sank down and with little effort took the whole length, all eight inches, into her fuck hole, until his pubis hair nestled into her shave mound. She held it there for several seconds before rocking back and forth for a minute only moving the erection about an inch or so in her vagina which pulsed with pleasure.
She opened her eyes and saw her other slave, who she had named Slut, kneeling about two feet in front of her. She glanced down at his groin, his cock, a mere six inches long, was quivering, or so it seemed. She was glad to see that he wasn't wanking it, which was expressly forbidden unless ordered. She beamed at him, and he returned the smile, which she acknowledged with a conspiratorial wink.
"Be a good boy Kevin," she said, momentarily forgetting to call him Slut, "and come here and lick my clit."
"Yes Goddess," he replied, shuffling forward.
Carol repositioned her hands so she could lower herself backwards towards Slave's chest, who supported her with his strong calloused hands until her head was almost on his throat. She relaxed and waited for the next wave of pleasure to crash over her. She didn't have long to wait. Slut leaned in between her legs and spread her lips and pursed his lips, kissing her clit hood in appreciation of her beauty and sheer dominance over him. He opened his lips and pushed his tongue out, keeping it soft until he got it under her clit hood. At the first swirl she moaned, her and coming up to the back of his head, patting him in appreciation before grabbing a handful and forcing his mouth harder into her cunt.
He knew he was being rewarded and was determined to make her come, so that the majority of the pleasure came from his tongue, rather than from the throbbing eight inch erection inside her.
She turned her head towards Slave's face and told him to fuck her. He pulled his hips back, withdrawing perhaps two or three inches of cock, then thrusting it back into her.
"Good boys. The one who makes me come the hardest will have his cock sucked," she teased them "by the other slave, of course!" She licked her lips and allowed a wicked to escape her mouth, then bit her bottom lip as a huge wave of pleasure broke over her hips, forcing the breath out of her as she fought to compose herself.
Her orgasm wasn't long in arriving. She extolled both to "fuck me harder, suck my clit!" but was unable to say much more as the momentous climax engulfed her.
Her legs were shaking, such was the power of her orgasm, and she gently pushed Kevin's head away from her clit. He sat back on his knees and she put her legs together, and her feet onto the carpet before him. He lowered his head to kiss her black stockinged feet, his cock still hard but his focus firmly on Her.
Reluctantly she stood, slaves cock slipped out of her, and it slapped against his lower abdomen, slick with her cum.
"Kneel up Kevin," and turning to her new slave "stand up slave."
She stepped by them both and went to sit in the tub chair in the corner of her bedroom. She crossed her legs and clicked her fingers. Both hurried to kneel before her.
"So now I have to decide who gave me more pleasure, mmmmm."
Neither dare speak and she idly swung her right foot, crossed as it was over her left knee. She allowed it to swing higher until it brushed her slaves scrotum.
"I think I will have a glass of prosecco, while I decide."
Kevin stood and hurried away to the kitchen, retrieved the bottle from the fridge door, popped the cork and took a flute from the glass cabinet. He thought that when he returned he would be standing, the new slave kneeling so he was in a good position to be the one to get his cock sucked. He returned to the bedroom, with the flute on a small silver tray he had bought her for just such a scenario, that is to say, him serving his Goddess. He entered the room and saw her slave standing in front of his Goddess. His first thought was that she was sucking his cock, but as he moved to the side thus changing the angle he saw that she had his scrotum in the palm of her hand, her red painted fingers pressed lightly into the skin above his heavy testicles. Kevin held out the tray and she took the glass in her left hand, taking it to her lips and then took her slave completely by surprise by sinking the red nails harder into his scrotum. He yelped in pain, and she gripped harder, and took another sip of bubbly.
"Now then, you do not come without my permission. Do you understand slave?"
"Yes Miss Carol," he gasped in pain.
She moved her hand to her right, forcing him to turn to his left. She drained the bubbly and held out the glass for her slave to take. She flexed the fingers of her left hand then swung her hand connecting with his right buttock. He turned further to his left and she let go of his scrotum. He relaxed visibly and was now sideways on to Carol.
"Come here Slut," she said to Kevin "kneel down here." She pointed down right in front of her slave. "Be a good boy and suck his cock. It's about time you got a mouthful."