(If you haven't read chapters 1-3, this won't make as much sense, so I suggest you read the first three chapters. Enjoy, vote, and send me a message.)
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Putting on my robe, I walked into the kitchen, finding Anna whipping up pancakes, similarly garbed in an old flannel bathrobe. She smiled at me, handed me the morning paper and a cup of coffee. She had chopped pecans for the pancakes, but verified that I wasn't allergic to nuts before mixing them into the batter. Several minutes later, my newspaper reading was interrupted by the arrival of a steaming plate of pancakes, accented with crisply fried bacon, and a selection of syrups.
We read the newspaper as we ate, absorbed in our own thoughts, with no conversation. I finished my breakfast and started to carry the dishes to the sink. Anna jumped up, saying, "Let me."
"You don't need to. I can handle it."
She argued with me, although her eyes were on the floor. "No, actually I'd like to. You see, I really enjoyed last night, and while I've been submissive before with a man, last night you had me creaming all night long and I want to continue to be your slave, if you'll let me, and still allow me to run my business. Your style of control is what I fantasize about. Please?"
"I'll consider it," I offered. She accepted that and proceeded to do the dishes. While she worked, her robe sash came undone allowing the folds in the front of the robe to separate displaying the inner slopes of her breasts and her shaven pubes. Pulling her robe wide open, she ambled towards me, in a seductive walk that quickly got my cock's attention.
She stopped in front of me, her shaven pussy within an inch or two of my eyes and nose. Still averting her eyes from direct contact, she whispered in an almost hoarse seductive voice, "And you can do anything with or to my body that you want, as long as you don't do any serious or permanent injury or scarring. Anything!" As she finished, she lowered her breasts to my face, rubbing her tits across my nose and lips.
Knowing inwardly that I was definitely taking her up on the offer, I teased, "I'll definitely consider it," emphasizing the word consider. "But I've got to run. I've got some work I promised to a client that I have to finish."
She dutifully allowed me to escape. I peeked in on Simone' to say good-bye, but she was still sound asleep, so I let her be.
I called Alex later that day, intending to tell her about the events of the night, but by the time we connected up, Simone' had already told her about it. In excruciating detail. Alex explained that Simone' had actually gotten her off a couple of time, although Alex was convinced that Simone' hadn't realized it at the time. I asked Alex what she liked best and she laughed, responding with the scene where Anna has to watch me fuck Simone'. I'm secretly relieved that Simone had already told Alex, as my cock is hurting a bit from the intense sexuality of the past few days, and I wasn't sure I could deal with hot phone sex that evening.
I then mixed a Scotch and called Anna. Her Caller ID had clearly registered my name, as she answered, exclaiming, "Oh, god, Bob, I'm so glad you called." I wasn't sure but I thought I detected a note of panting.
"Hi, there," I responded, struggling to keep my voice businesslike, as my cock was already semi-hard contemplating the tortuous path I intended to put Anna through, if she wanted to really be my slave. "I've given your offer some thought. And, Yes! I'd like to have you as my sub. But! There are some conditions that must be met. The first is that you are to call me Master at all times when we are alone, but only when we are alone. Until I am ready to pronounce you my slave, we will keep this in the closet, so to speak. When other people are around, we will continue to continue the relationship in place prior to this agreement. Later this week, I will give you a written list of expectations that must be met, before you can become my true slave. Understood?"
Anna answered meekly, "Yes, Master, Sir. May I ask a question sir?"
"Very good! Asking permission. Permission granted."
"If I understand the rules, then it means that we are to continue to our sexual acting with Simone'? Is that correct?"
"Yes, exactly."
"Master, is there anything I can do now to show you how much I want to be your slave?"
My mind raced, contemplating many alternatives, filing most away for future pursuit, hopefully near future. After a couple moments of thought, I had one. "Yes, as a matter of fact. I want you to go home, find Simone, drag her to the bed if you have to, strip her, and eat her pussy until she comes. And then you are to call me immediately after she orgasms and tell me about it. In her presence. Understood?"
"Yes, master, sir."
We hung up and I made myself some supper.
Simone' called me about 9 that evening. I answered the phone, and was greeted with labored breathing. As soon as I proffered my hello, Simone responded, "Oh, god, Bob, Anna is eating my pussy, and I've already had several orgasms. Why don't you come over and join us. She is so hot, and such a slut. She desperately wants your cock, although she would never ask for it. I just know she does. You wouldn't believe what she did tonight. She came in, and just marched into my room and dropped her dress revealing that to be the only garment. Then, while I was still trying to grasp what was going on, she pulled my T-shirt off, pushed me onto the bed and pulled off my shorts. Within seconds she was sucking on my clit." She paused, and I listened to her heavy panting. Then, "Oh, fuckkk. I'm cummming. She's making me cum again."
Simone's vocabulary dwindled to moans and groans as Anna took her over the edge yet again. I smiled as my imagination converted the sounds into lusty images, recognizing the reality to be even more erotic than my first fantasy when I gave Simone' the instructions. My cock twitched, but sent conflicting messages to the brain. The first message focused on the availability of pussy, and definite interest. The second signal reflected the need for recovery from the previous night's debauchery. As much as I wanted more pussy, moderation won out, and I begged off for the evening, but Simone' made me promise to come by the next night. Alex had arranged for Simone' to make a real phone sex call and Simone' wanted Anna and me to watch. This was going to be kinky. Very kinky!
I arrived at their pad about a half hour in advance of call time. Both girls were wearing baggy sweat suits that hid every curve of their bodies. I asked about them, and they both laughed, telling me to be patient. Simone mixed me a Scotch, and Anna lit a joint. We drank, and smoked and talked about everything except sex, as it was obvious how nervous Simone really was. The phone rang, earlier than expected and Simone shrieked, jerking the phone off the table.
The nervousness in her voice showed as it cracked, "Hello."