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Eric and Alan finished up the dishes. They took their time at it to make the girls wait for them. They had served them a very erotic dinner snack and were now awaiting them in the bedroom. They decided to give them a bit of their own medicine, for they had inflamed their lust a while ago with a 69 show that left them weak in the knees, then gave them a blowjob that left them wasted from the effort.
Alan put the last dish away. He wiped his hands off, and put down the towel.
"OK, now what?" Alan asked.
"Now let us go see how the women are. Remember: do not show mercy. We are the ones in control. WE will direct the action this time. I found they respond to light mastery so well that they will do ANYTHING we want. You up to that?"
Alan saw an opportunity. "Oh yeah!" he said.
Eric was silently amazed at Alan. After he got over his initial reticence, he had responded with great enthusiasm, catching each nuance, and taking control of himself and his surroundings. He knew he would be something special, and knew as he grew, he would be a great man. It also worried him a bit, but not enough for any red flags,
The men headed toward the bedroom. When they got there, they stopped at the closed door.
"Now, once we go in there, we are no longer Eric and Alan," Eric said. "We are master to them. They are slut and whore to us. Do NOT let them use our name. Make them understand that if they try. Force it if necessary. Now, neither of them likes it too rough, so stop if either of them complains IN THE SLIGHTEST. This is to be fun, not violent. Got it?"
Alan shrugged noncommittally. "Got it."
"OK. Let's have some fun."
The men squared their shoulders, and Eric pushed the door open.
Angela and Jennifer were on their knees on the furry rug in the middle of the bedroom. They were sitting on their heels, and their knees were spread wide. Their hands were on their thighs. The women had wrapped a scarf around their necks, and the ends hung down between their tits. They had applied makeup to cloud a man's mind, and their perfume was the type to invoke instant lust. Eric and Alan found their cocks stiffening at the sight and smell.
"Remember: We are the masters," Eric whispered to Alan.
The two men walked over to the women.
"Well, what do we have here?" Eric asked.
"We wanted to be pleasing for you, Master," Angela said.
"And you?"
"We wanted to be pleasing for you, master," Jennifer said.
"Well, Alan," Eric whispered to him, "I think we are going to have a good time!"
"I agree," he whispered back. Then to Jennifer: "Get on your feet, slut!"
Jennifer immediately got to her feet, responding to his presence, and thrilling at the sound of her sex name. Alan looked around, and spied the gymnastic horse with the manacles wrapped around one of the pommels.
"Go to the horse, slut," he said to her.
"Yes Master," she said.
Jennifer padded lightly to the horse and stood quietly by it. Alan winked at Eric, then went to the horse.
Eric looked down at Angela. "Did you plan this?" he whispered to her.
"Actually, she did," Angela whispered back. "She is very intuitive, and she deduced how Alan is, and decided to play to his fantasy. I think she wants to build him up so he has more confidence in himself. I believe she wants to be mastered a little. You showed her how to respond to a firm man, and I think you spoiled her on it. Now she wants it from her man as much as from you. Not all the time, mind you, but when the mood hits spontaneously, as it did tonight. That's what makes it so erotic. I hope he will respond to it in a good way."
"So do I, whore," Eric whispered. Angela knew they were still in the game. In any case, that word sent shivers of excitement through her. "Let's keep it simple. OK, over to the swing chair, whore."
"Yes, Master," she said smiling. She got up and went to the swing chair at the other end of the room.
Angela knew her man well, and over the past two months his emerging mastery of her has been improving, giving her greater and greater pleasure. She had Jennifer to thank for that, indirectly. If it weren't for her sexuality, and the attraction the two of them held, making the sex between them so special, she didn't think that Eric would have shown this side of him. Now Jennifer was working on Alan. Her subliminal skill of handling people would bring out the best in him, she was sure. She smiled to herself.
Alan reached the horse. "Now, slut, blow me," Alan said to Jennifer, "but if I feel any teeth, I will pull you off me by your hair. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"You may proceed."
Jennifer crawled over to Alan and put his cock in her mouth, curling her lips so her teeth would not touch him. She used her tongue to lick at the head and shaft as she slid her mouth along its length. She kept her hands behind her back. She was not given permission to touch him.
Jennifer secretly admired how Alan was coming along. She knew Eric talked to him because she saw some of his flavoring in his firmness with her. She also suspected this about him by the way he handled interpersonal contact, especially problems, he being the one to take charge and direct people, and those people responding .She just hoped that this would not bring back the memories of that night when she was raped by her father after beating him senseless with a bat.
On the other end of the room, Eric lifted Angela into the swinging chair and looped her legs in the upper straps, exposing her pussy to him.
"Now I am going to eat you slow, whore," he said to her. "I do not want to hear a sound from you or you will regret it. Do you understand? Nod if you do."
She nodded.
Eric sat down in a chair and pulled up to Angela's wet and waiting pussy. He smelled her scent, and it made his head spin. He tasted her juice, and it was nectar to him. He lapped her sopping cunt, reveling in her taste. She started to squirm from his lapping. Well he didn't tell her not to move, so that was ok.
Eric found her clit and started nibbling at it. Her squirming became more pronounced, and it was getting hard for him to eat her.
"Don't move!" he growled.
Angela quit moving, but Eric felt her constrained quivering. Oh, he was going to enjoy this!
Alan grabbed Jennifer's hair and gently pulled her head off of his dick. Her blowjob had gotten him hard again, as he wanted. Now he was going to work her over some, as she had done to him so long ago.
"That was nice, slut," he said to her. "Now stand up and place your hands on that horse."
"Yes, Master," she said. She got up and did as instructed.