It had now been six weeks since their first submission to Sir and they found themselves in the car, on their way to their next weekend of debauchery to please him. They were both wet. She had a patch developing in the soft silky, satin of her red panties, every rub of her stockinged legs turning her on more. He was hard and leaking, straining against the nylons tights he had on. They were both wearing a short black skirt and white shirt, the first few buttons open. They also had matching flat black women's shoes.
Sir opened the door for them and smiled.
"You are both looking gorgeous tonight, come in and finish getting dressed."
As he said this he motioned to a small table by the door, on it lay two familiar leather collars. They picked them up and knelt before him, bowing their heads and holding their collars up for Sir to take them. He deftly strapped them around their necks, tight, but not too tight. Sir then placed a finger under each of their chins before lifting them to face him.
"It's my dinner time, and you are now dressed appropriately."
He stood to the side and motioned towards the dining room, following them in, taking an appreciative look at their legs as they walked. They were both stunning. He had prepared the food and laid it in serving bowls in the centre of the table. Sir had laid one place at the table. He sat at it.
"Would you please serve? One can do the food, the other can go and get the bubbly, it's in the kitchen in an ice bucket. Don't make a mess with it."
They hurried to please; she went to fetch the drink, being closer to the door. He started serving the food, a gorgeous roast dinner. The smell was amazing, especially to the couple who, as instructed, hadn't eaten for 2 hours beforehand. She came back with the bottle of prosecco; Sir obviously considered it a celebration. It was well poured, no head of foam forming. Sir motioned to the two, far smaller, glasses on the table.
"Pour yourselves a glass too."
She did, with the same flawless action. Sir stood, ready to toast so they both hurriedly too raised their glasses.
"To us."
Short, simple, and all that was needed. The three drank together and then Sir sat, tucking in quickly. The two subs put down their glasses and stood, hands clasped behind backs as they had been told beforehand. When Sir's glass needed topping up it happened quickly and silently. He finished fairly quickly, but it had seemed like an age, all the time they were conscious of their place, there to serve. They loved it. Sir stood up,
"I'm going to take a shower, you can clear up and then go and wait for me in the living room. I want you both on your knees on the rug. No touching, either yourself or each other."
Sir took his time showering, making sure he was as clean and well-groomed as he expected them to be. It was only fair, after all. When he was finally ready he went down stairs, dressed only in a towel. Walking into the living room he dropped it to the floor, his cock was already hardening from the thoughts of what he had in mind for these two cute subs. Sir could see that he was already producing precum. He stood in front of the virgin mouth, it was going to be this sub's first time sucking a real cock. Sub looked up at him nervously. Sir reached down and stroked his face,
"Don't be scared, I'm going to be really gentle as this is your first time. You control how deep it goes, and breath when you need to. Now open wide."
Sub did as he was told, opening his welcoming, soft lips. He stuck his tongue forward to cover his bottom teeth as Sir laid the dripping head of his cock on the hot tongue. Sir put his hands on his hips, allowing sub to go at his own pace. He closed his mouth and took his first tentative suck of the juicy glans. The taste of precum filled his mouth, coupled with the hot throbbing cock it was overwhelming his senses. Sub concentrated on swirling his tongue around the underside as he started to bob his head gently, his lips sliding up and down the shaft. Sir thought that he was doing a very good job, those dildo practices that he had demanded had obviously been worth it. Sub was really getting him nice and sloppy, perfect for the throat-fucking that his girlfriend was going to get. Sir pulled out, bending over and kissing the lips his cock had left empty, they were still hungry for more. Then he turned his attention to the waiting woman.
She was watching open-mouthed with a slightly glazed look, obviously enjoying watching her boyfriend as he sucked his first cock.
"Lie on your back on the sofa, head over the edge. We're going to see how deep you can take it."
Sir had really meant it about the throat-fucking. She snapped out of her haze and got into position. Her skirt rode up a little revealing a dark wet patch on the red satin panties, she was really enjoying this. She opened her mouth as Sir lowered his cock towards her, slick with her boyfriend's saliva. First he rested the head in her mouth, gently probing along her tongue, and then he got more serious. Sir slowly thrust himself deeper with each slow stroke, taking it further until he could feel himself bumping the entrance to her tight throat. She put her hands on his hip as agreed, all it would take was a tap and he'd back off. If she hit him with both hands he'd pull out immediately. She was ready to go further. Sir reached down, changing the angle of her head slightly, aligning her throat with her mouth, he kept his hands on her head, one stroking a handful of hair, the other holding her cheek. He pushed in.
The pop was sudden and reaction immediate. She tensed, her legs twitching and stomach tensing. His cock was in heaven, her throat had yielded and now he was inside, the head being massaged as she swallowed so as not to choke. He waited a few seconds and then pulled out completely. His cock trailed thick strands of saliva and she gasped wetly, desperate for breath.
"Good girl, I'm impressed. "
She smiled at the praise, happy she'd managed for the first time. Now, to repeat it. She found it so much easier when Sir pushed back into her throat, there was no uncontrolled twitching, no retching around his cock. She took her hands away from Sir's hips, he raised an eyebrow at her confidence. She noticed him pick the speed up, add that extra bit of vigour to each probing thrust. He was giving her little bursts of about ten strokes then a break to catch her breath. Her saliva covered her face now, starting to drip onto the rug below. His balls were soaked too, bathed by the bubbles that formed as he pumped into her mouth. Sir turned to look at his other sub, watching from his kneeling position on the rug. Holding his gaze he thrust his entire cock into her willing mouth and held himself there until he felt her hand tap him. Pulling back to her lips he spoke to her boyfriend,
"Do you think you'll be able to do this one day?"
"Yes Sir. I'll try so hard to learn."
"Is that right? Maybe she could help you with that strapon of hers. Have you been practising with it in your ass?"
"Yes Sir, every night."
