The next day we all slept in. It was still morning, but barely when I awakened. My head was resting on Miss Lucy's thigh. Nature was calling, so I got up, careful not to disturb her and stumbled to the nearest bathroom.
A search of the kitchen cabinets yielded nothing I could turn into breakfast. There was a jar of instant coffee, but no food. Searching further led me to a couple of well-worn pots and pans. I filled one with water and began heating it for coffee.
The sound of the doorbell surprised me. As far as I knew we were expecting no deliveries or company, so I checked the peephole before I opened it. I was pleased to see Cloe standing on the threshold with a stuffed shopping bag in her hand.
It was the first time I had seen her clothed. She wore grey sweatpants. yellow t-shirt, and trainers. Her short blonde hair was slightly disheveled compared with the preceding night. She grinned happily when I opened the door and looked over my nakedness with a twinkle in her eye. This gamine and lively Chloe was a charming change from her serious, "on-duty" formality earlier.
"Hi, Chloe, come in. To what do we owe the pleasure?"
"i come bearing sustenance. Mistress thought you may have forgotten to shop for groceries, so she assigned me to bring you enough for breakfast or brunch, at least."
She set her burden down and began removing her clothes.
"Naked slaves inside, right?"
"Yes, That's my Mistress' policy too."
"Cool, I feel more comfortable naked, anyway."
"Yeah, me too."
We grinned at each other.
"What's in the bag?"
"Coffee, eggs, English muffins, bacon, cheese, OJ, milk, butter, strawberry jam, and yogurt. Oh, and cereal and bananas too. I figured that should satisfy most tastes for breakfast. Should I run back to the store for anything else?"
"No, that'll make a feast. Can you stay and join us?"
"I'll cook. Why don't you rouse the gang and I'll get to it."
I hesitated and she playfully shoved me out of the kitchen area.
"Shoo, I'm a full-service slave girl, and a damn good cook."
On my way past the couch, I alerted Miss Lucy that breakfast was looming. Mistress and Alexandra were stirring in her rumpled bed. Unsurprisingly the room reeked of sex. I leaned over to kiss Mistress' foot that poked out from under the sheet.
"Breakfast time, Mistress. Miss Caitlyn sent Chloe to cook for us."
"I need to go."
"Of course, Mistress."
I scrambled into position lying face down between her legs, my favorite place to be and brought my lips to her pussy.
"Ready?"
I nodded and she began to release her nectar. The first sensation of her stream hitting my tongue was always delightful. Such an intimate act. It gave me chills when I took her fluids like this. The warm bitter liquid made me glory in her ownership of me. She stroked my head as I drank, and I felt truly loved.
The first hint of bacon frying wafted through the door. That got all of us moving.
Soon we were gathered around the table eating our food off paper plates with plastic cutlery.
"This is delicious Chloe, thank you."
"My pleasure, Miss Barbara."
"It seemed your Mistress' other guest enjoyed herself last night."
"Oh, my yes, she certainly did. She wound up spending the night in Mistress' guest room. Seemed she was a bit unsteady on her feet. Never had a drop to drink."
She tried to minimize her smile as her twinkling eyes flicked up to Alexandra and me.
"Good on you, slaves, you crippled her." Lucy raised her orange juice in toast. We all laughed at that.
"Mistress wanted me to extend her compliments on your slaves to both, of you Miss Barbara and Miss Lucy. She also said that I was to stick around this afternoon and offer myself for any services you might require."
"Very gracious of her. I think we're going to spend a very lazy day and it would be a pleasure to have you join us."
"Thank you, Miss Barbara, I'm sure there will be little things I could take care of for you."
It was wonderful having Chloe there do take care of the tasks that would have fallen to Alexandra and me for a few hours. She cleaned up the breakfast mess while we lounged around, exploring the house and even taking a dip in the small pool that only Mistress had known was in the backyard.
The family was lounging around the pool when Chloe emerged from the house carrying a bottle of wine and plastic cups. She poured servings for us, and Mistress told her to take some for herself. It was a great day. We soaked up some sun and sipped the wine.
"Chloe, I left my bed a mess, would you go make it up for me? It's a king, so it'd be easier if Erik helped, I think. Why don't the two of you take care of it together."
Chloe and I exchanged a glance that didn't quite conceal the joy and excitement we shared at what Mistress clearly intended to be implicit.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Of course, Miss Barbara."
We didn't actually skip off to attend to the task, but it felt like it. As we headed toward the house Mistress called out, "take your time."
"Is this something you want?" Chloe looked at me wide-eyed.
Her vulnerability in asking this was incredibly charming and made me want her more than I already did.
"I've wanted you since you opened your Mistress' door last night. Will this be okay with her?"
"I'm sure that's what she was alluding to when she told me to take care of any little things you needed. And I wanted you at first sight too."
As soon as we entered the bedroom we embraced and toppled onto the bed. We kissed like lovers reunited after a long separation. Our tongues dueling passionately, our hands exploring each other's bodies greedily, and pressing ourselves together with a near desperation.
"There's something I've been thinking about from the moment you lowered your pants and I saw the sexy tattoo on the head of your pretty cock."
She pushed me away far enough so she could get her mouth on Mistress' cock and balls, then started kissing and licking feverishly stroking the shaft with her little hand and suckling the balls into her mouth. She rolled them on her tongue and stroked Mistress' cock with both hands in an unfamiliar and delightful way. They felt like butterflies dancing on my skin. The sensations were magical. Quickly I was rock hard and precum was bubbling out of my slit.
She moved her lips to my glans and suckled it, savoring the precum and slipping her tongue tip into my urethra. I'd never felt such wonderous sensations. Mistress' cock throbbed as she slid her mouth down on me, taking me into her throat effortlessly. When she had it all, she worked Mistress' balls with her delicate hands and began to hum. Wow did that work.
One of her hands slipped gently between my legs and found Mistress' fuckhole. She bunched three fingers and slid them in. When she had them all the way inside, she began working me with them. Spreading them apart, then back together to rotate them, and then fucking me with them. That combined with her other hand working on Mistress balls and her mouth sucking like a vacuum as her head bobbed aggressively was other worldly.
My muscles began to convulse. I felt the orgasm build from the depths of my soul. I clutched the back of her head with both hands as the most amazing orgasm of my life blasted out of me like Old Faithful. It felt like quarts of cum were jetting out of me in one massive spurt after another.
