There I was on all fours on the couch, with Sharon standing behind me still wearing the strap-on with which she had just broken me. My face was still wet with Gretchen's juices, and her scent filled my head. Kelli, who had been like a sister to me when we worked together, stepped closer with the camera and took another picture of me, this time with my blindfold off.
Sharon removed the strap-on and commanded me to stand up.
"If you're going to be my slave," she said, "you're going to have to be disciplined and strong. The first thing for you to learn is that you are not allowed to cum without my permission."
"Kelli," she said, "let's see what kind of self-control he has. Why don't you test his ability to resist cumming?"
"Sure!" said Kelli, as she walked toward me. Breathing heavily in my ear, she told me not to move. "You're not allowed to touch me," she said, "but imagine what I'm going to do to you when I'm undressed."
She unbuttoned her blouse slowly, revealing those breasts I'd enjoyed from afar in the office; took off her bra to reveal her large, brown nipples. She stood close to me, brushing my chest with her tits, her nipples hardening. My cock pressed against her jeans, as hard as I've ever been.
"Do you want to see my ass?" she asked, turning around and looking back at me over her shoulders. It was all I could do to nod my head, as I watched her open her jeans and slide them down over her ass. She was wearing red silk thongs; I longed to run my tongue along the fabric between her ass cheeks.
She turned to me and grabbed me by the back of my head. "Don't you dare open your mouth," she instructed, pulling my face to her left breast. She placed my lips at her nipple; I longed to take it into my mouth but dared not to. I felt her reach down and gently begin stroking my cock.
She released my head and sank to a crouch, kissing and licking at my stomach, my thighs; I felt her hot breath on the head of my cock. I looked down at her and saw her touching herself and nearly came. My breathing was heavy and I moaned; Kelli stopped what she was doing and stood up.
"So soon, David? We're hardly gotten started," Kelli said. "For example, don't you want to taste me? Hmmmm?" She touched her fingers to my lips, still wet from her pussy. Before I could suck on them, she took them away, grabbing my ass with her fingernails and going back down on me.
This time she took me into her mouth and started sucking my cock while her fingers probed for my asshole. She covered my cock with saliva, taking me in and out, licking the tip of my cock. With her other hand she cupped my balls, fondling me gently.
"Lie down on the floor, David," Kelli said. I collapsed onto my back as Kelli, Gretchen and my Mistress stood above me. Kelli slowly knelt beside me, breathing on my cock.
"Would you like to taste my pussy?" she asked me. I gasped yes.
"Too bad. You haven't earned that yet. You wouldn't taste me until you felt you were worthy, would you?" With that Kelli straddled my face, her pussy right above my nose and lips. I inhaled her scent deeply, wanting to please her, but I dared not.
