Even though I was behind my slave and treated to a view of his ass cheeks that I hadn't examined before, I felt left out of things. So I leaned forward, slipping one hand between his thighs to where his balls hung below the pecker that was getting so much attention. I was able to empathize with Sue Ann. The handful of balls was a beautifully soft and tender thing to hold. And I had such a sense of power, knowing that I held his whole manhood in my hand.
Knowing how long my slave had been holding back another eruption of sperm, I was concerned that Darlene might just trigger it. So I told him to serve the coffee. No doubt he would have liked to continue being masturbated, but he was after all only the slave. And I had other plans.
"You girls are pretty crazy about whipped cream." I said. "I've got a whipped cream treat for you." I beckoned my slave over. I lifted his pecker, and spooned whipped cream from the top of the cake all over the balls that Sue Ann liked so much. "Here you are, Sue Ann, here's desert."
My slave stood astride her knees again, and Sue Ann licked every spot of cream off that tight scrotum. And then she took as much of his ball bag as she could into her mouth, and sucked on it. When she was finished I took my slave's pecker in my hand again, and lathered whipped cream all over the knob that was so engorged that its surface was stretched smooth and tight. "Your turn, Darlene," I said. Darlene delicately licked all round the rim and the head, tickling the underside for a while, and then opened her mouth and took in the whole bloated knob. I could see that she was sucking hard on it as if it was a lollipop.
I couldn't believe my slave could last much longer under all this masturbation, and if he was going to ejaculate it had better be for me. So once again I called time out, and slathered that magnificent cock with whipped cream . I wasted no time with delicacies. I couldn't wait to get that great red knob into my mouth. It was so large I had to open my mouth wide, and it was difficult sucking on it. But I could caress it with my tongue and masturbate the shaft with my other hand, and as I tongued its sensitive cleft and lubricated it with my saliva I felt the first throbbing at the base of my slave's prick. I was jerking him off slowly, but as the throbbing increased I thought I'd better jerk faster. And then the cock in my hand seemed to surge deep inside itself, and a moment later a jet of boiling cum filled the back of my mouth and mixed with the whipped cream. I knew I mustn't stop pulling him off now, just when he was beginning to shoot his load. My hand jerked him off faster, my tongue worked on his knob, and I sucked and sucked to drain every last drop of sperm out of his balls. My slave came and came, ejaculating those two foot long jets of jism into my mouth so hard that I had to swallow each load quickly to make space for the next.
I hadn't told the two girls about the dildo in my cunt, so they didn't know how close I was to cumming all the time I was talking to them. But all my movements were causing the dildo to send my vagina into spasm, my clit was on fire, and the cum pumping into my mouth was taking me over the edge. I couldn't cry out, my mouth was so full of cock, but I must have been making all sorts of noises. My hand grabbed under my skirt for my naked mound, to press my fingers against my clit and masturbate her to bring on the orgasm. But the clit clip was in the way, and it hurt, and the best I could do was put my fingers each side of my clit and try to stretch it.
And then I was cumming. My slave was still pumping my mouth full of cum, my thighs were wet with cunt juice, my cunt was in convulsions, and the little bells were ringing a carillon.
When I came down to earth, the girls were standing each side of me, eagerly watching my slave cumming into my mouth, and masturbating themselves as hard as they could go. It was a real cumming event!
I couldn't believe how well that sex hormone stuff was working. By the time the girls had gone and my slave had cleared away the remains of the coffee and cake, I was ready to go again. Perhaps I should say I was ready to cum again! I was standing in front of the mirror, admiring my long legs and my beautifully smooth naked crotch and jingling my little bells, when my slave came into the room.
"Is there anything more that Mistress desires?" he asked.
"You've got to be kidding!" I said. "The twelve hours isn't finished yet, and neither am I. There's still something I've never experienced. And I want to try it. I want to be eaten out."
"My mistress's desire shall be my pleasure," my slave said, and I thought "I'll bet it will be!"
