Good morning readers. This story will be different from most of the other stories Julie and I write, in that it is completely fiction. We decided that since we have written so many stories that we should take a moment to bring new readers up to date and remind old readers about how some of the things we have done in the past that will relate to the events of this weekend.
One last thought, by now you know who Mike, Steve and Paul are. The other 3 that took part in the weekend we will simply call Moe, Larry and Curly. This is not because they were stooges in anyway, they were actually quite nice with really great cocks. Calling them by those names will just make it easier to follow along. Have fun and please leave comments for both Julie and I, we want so much to have our readers enjoy our works.
Once we got home, we all went into the barn to talk about what had just recently happened. All of the women, except Mistress Patti, were naked. All of the women, including Mistress Patti, had the jeweled butt plugs up our asses. All that the naked women had on were stocking, garters and high heels that matched the color of the plugs.
After a bit, Mistress told Sue and I to go fetch refreshments our guests. Then Mistress went with Mike and Steve inside the house to plan the rest of the weekend. Master Scott and Bob had some errands to run. That left all the slaves alone with Paul, Moe, Larry and Curly.
When Sue and I got back, we served beers to the men and put out various snacks, while the girls all remained naked and drank diet Coke. Paul then said, “If you want, you can get dressed now.” I said, thank you Sir, but when we serve our clients, we always remain naked, unless they chose otherwise.”
Moe picked up on something and asked, “Why do you call us ‘Sir?’ We are half your age. Annie answered that, “When I ran the brothel, I always insisted my girls call the clients ‘Sir.’ It was a sign of respect that they were paying for. I also insisted on using the term ‘client.’ I hate the term ‘john’ and my girls were not ‘dates.’ Client shows that there was a professional relationship and my girls would always act like professionals.”
Larry said, “Professionals? You girls are whores, there is nothing professional about that!”
Paul defended us, “Stop talking like a dick. A few weeks ago, my Dad, Uncle Paul and I came down to make the initial arrangements. All the girls took turns sucking our cocks. It was absolutely amazing!” He pointed to Marsha, “She is the newest prostitute. She sucked my Dad’s cock until he almost passed out. Dad said that, “Marsha was one of the best her ever had. She actually shit herself and then smeared the shit all over her body. Then she knelt in the shit in front of my Dad and he face fucked her so hard that she puked all over herself. After that we all pissed on her as she wore a toilet seat around her neck.”
Moe said, “That is not sexy, it is just nasty.” Paul explained, “You are right, saying it makes it sound nasty, but trust me, it was fucking great!”
I looked at the men there and explained, “Men are into piss play and I have found women are much more into scat play. Piss play is just fun, but scat play is an extreme form of submission or dominance. Women are much more into that. The thing is that although scat play is much more of a female thing, men love watching it.” Then I looked at Paul and said, “Am I right Sir?” Paul smiled, “Exactly, thanks for explaining that.”
Moe looked at Marsha and asked, “If we were to tell you to shit in front of us all, you would do it?” Marsha nodded submissively and then Moe asked, “Why?”
Marsha voice was strong when she said simply, “Because I am a prostitute Sir. If knew that is what my client wanted to make him happy, I would do it. As Paul said, his father left very happy that day.” Moe pushed, “How do you think your husband would react if he knew all that you did that day?” All of us smiled as she answered, “He was right there watching it all. After everyone left he fucked me in the ass and then whispered how proud he was of me. Master said that is when he decided that I should get branded as well Sir.”
Paul said, “Go ahead girls, show them your branding, let them examine your asses.” We did as commanded and went to the split rail fence outside the barn and bent over. As the men inspected our asses, Paul continued, “See guys, these girls have no shame. They are bent over, naked in front of strangers and never hesitated to let you grab their asses. They are real whores.”
“Do like I did the first time I met them, put your fingers in their assholes and then watch what they do.” They all did as Paul suggested, and when they put their filthy fingers in front of our faces, we licked them clean.
Larry said, “I am curious, why did you let people brand you like animals?”
Sue spoke for all of us, “It is complicated Sir, but all of us wear the brandings as a sign of pride and commitment to our Masters and our craft. I was the first to be branded over 20 years ago. My husband/Master was active military then. When he was deployed overseas he knew I would be as horny as a bitch in heat without him, so he made arrangements with Nancy and Annie. They owned the brothel I worked in. I became a professional whore. It was Master’s idea to brand me and I loved the idea. I made me feel secure, that even though strangers were fucking me, they still understood I was someone else’s property.””
