They looked fetching in the new revealing underclothes. I told them that they must not use them around other people, for they had cost a pretty penny, and were totally out of the range of their means. The quickly agreed. They caught me and pulled me into bed with them. They quickly slipped my gown off and then undressed.
We kissed and caressed each other. It felt so sensual to be between their lovely soft bodies. "I feel like a harem queen. Do you think the harem women made love to each other? Imagine fifty, a hundred beautiful women lying around all day, only one man to attend to their desires. They must have made love to each other. I remember an erotic picture of a harem scene, women in a pool, some holding each other." I said as Daisy kissed one breast.
"Were they as pretty as we are?" Betsy asked as she nibbled expertly on the other nipple.
"No they were not nearly as beautiful as you two." I said stroking them.
"Liar, Mum!" Daisy giggled.
"A Sultan would give a thousand goats for each of you to be in his harem. If I were his queen, I would keep you in a special chamber and never let him touch you, I would keep you all for myself." I said reaching down to kiss Betsy's upturned face.
"Oh, be the Queen, and command us, Mistress." Betsy said looking up at me in such an adoring look my heart melted.
"Please, Mistress!" Daisy echoed.
"Very well, Slaves. Attend my every word, or I shall have you flayed alive, and your worthless carcasses fed to the vultures." They giggled and bowed to me.
"Slave Daisy, go to yon bowl and bring it thence with a little water in it, you shall wash my feet. Slave Betsy, when she is finished you will suck each toe dry.
Daisy washed my feet, taking care to wash each toe well. Then as Betsy sucked each toe I commanded Daisy to place a towel under me and to wash my cunny and rear well, with her hands alone. The sensation of Betsy sucking each toe was very erotic and exciting. Daisy carefully soaped my cunny with her fingers, carefully and slowly, delving into every crevice.
"Oh, Queen, may I please be allowed to bathe your royal arse? I shall do ever so good a job." Betsy asked moving down beside Daisy.
"Of course, Slave Betsy, but mind you do a thorough job." I said turning on my side. I raised my thigh to give my two 'slaves' free access. I truly felt like a queen.
Eager, slick, soapy fingers played over my front and rear. They took me at my word and did a very thorough job. Soapy fingers gently probed in and out, front and back.. "Now wipe me off with a clean cloth." They quickly wiped the soapy water off.
"Now you will do the same to each other. Do it well, wenches, of feel my wrath.
Slave Daisy, spread your thighs and let the other slave wash you first."
They giggled and quickly obeyed. I watched as Betsy slowly washed Daisy's
spread cunny, then her pink anus. It was a lovely opening that I vowed to enter tonight. When she was through, Daisy was breathing faster, as had I done when the two had washed me. Then it was Daisy's turn as Betsy washed her.
Betsy's sweet cunny lips were darker and protruded more than Daisy's, Her black hair was abundant and framed her cunny. Her core was deep pink. Daisy washed it slowly and carefully, pulling at her lips, and slipping a finger into her wet center. She took pains to pull her lips upward and soap her now erect clitty as it peeped out. She then moved to Betsy's neat brown anus and soaped and washed it, slipping a finger in and out several times, up to the second knuckle, drawing a sigh from Betsy.
"Slave Daisy, do that again! Soap your finger and slip it back in. You did not clean her there properly. Now deeper. " I said firmly, eliciting a giggle from Betsy.
"Oh, yes Queen, she did not do it deep enough. Give her a slap on her unworthy arse!" Betsy said.
"Silence Slave! I give the orders here." I said as I reached out and gave Daisy a sharp swat on her flawless buttocks. I had realized that she liked a little pain. I left a red hand print on her, and her expression proved she enjoyed pain. She soaped her fingers again and slipped her middle finger in and out of Betsy as deep as it would go. She washed her hands thoroughly, took the cloth and dried Betsy off.
"Bring a chair, and set it there." I pointed. "Put a soft cushion on it." They quickly did as I said. I moved to the chair and sat, legs spread. "Slave Betsy, come and get on all fours and lick my royal cunny. See that you do a good job of it." I had positioned the chair so that I could lean back against the wall, and by raising my legs give Betsy free access to my cunny and arse. She moved into position, and spreading my lips, began to lick my now excited cunny.
"Slave Daisy, get behind Slave Betsy and lick her unworthy cunny, Slide your tongue inside her. Do a good job, or else, I shall flog you soundly." Her eyes gleamed as she moved behind her friend. I sat back, legs spread, looking down at the two in front of me. I had never in my wildest dreams envisioned that one day I would be playing games of this kind. I sighed as Betsy's tongue lapped at my cunny, and moved up to run over my clitty on each upward stroke. She moaned as Daisy ministered to her pussy in turn.
"Slave Daisy, get on your back and continue licking. Spread your worthless thighs, and finger your useless cunny. Slave Betsy, lower your hips so the unworthy one can slip her tongue into your dry, and useless hole, and give moisture to it. Now, lower your mouth and bring it to my priceless nether hole and wash it again with your tongue. While you do that carefully slide two fingers into my glorious cunny, and I will graciously let you frig your Queen with your fingers" They both giggled and played their roles as slaves.
"Yes, Oh Illustrious Queen. I shall frig your glorious cunny." Betsy said looking up at me from between my thighs.
"Yes, your Royal Worshipfullness!" Came Daisy's muffled reply from under Betsy's thighs. Her thighs were spread and her fingers played with her open cunny slowly.
What an erotic sight. I wished we could play this out in the grand salon, with me in a huge cushioned chair, and the two on the deep soft carpet. We would have incense braziers burning, and many candles. I closed my eyes and let my imagination roam free.
Betsy moved upward, and as her fingers slid in and out rotating, her magic tongue ran up my spread cunny to flicked over my swollen aching clitty. I opened my eyes to take in the two, Betsy's face buried in my cunny, her hand moving as she finger fucked me, and Daisy frigging herself while she lapped at Betsy's cunny.
I cried out as Betsy drove me to a shattering cum. My cries triggered the two and Betsy cried out against me, while a moment later I heard Daisy's moan as her fingers became a blur and she brought herself off. We rested for a moment, then moved to the bed.
"Did my sweet slaves enjoy themselves?" I asked kissing them in turn. They grinned and nodded happily. "I wished we could have been in the grand salon, I in the great chair, you two on the soft deep cushions. Wouldn't that be grand? I'm just happy to be here with you two wonderful friends. I love you both dearly." I said with real feeling. They kissed me and held onto me, deeply touched.
"Is there anything you two would like to try?" I asked.
"Yes, Mum. I had hoped that we three could make love. I have wished it for as long as you have been here. I never imagined it would come true. I had wondered if it would be possible for three to make love to each other all at the same time." Daisy said looking at me for the answer. I smiled at her skillful phrasing. A smart girl!
I thought for a moment. "I think there is. We can form a triangle and each place her face in the other's cunnies. We can all tongue the others cunnies at the same time. If we all lie on our same, - right side." We moved on the bed, and tried to arrange ourselves, but Daisy's bed was just too small. There was not enough room. It was just barely big enough for the three of us to lie together, but not large enough for what we had in mind. There was not enough room on the floor either and the floor was hard and cold.
"We will go down to my room. My bed is huge and we shall have enough room. I'll go first and signal you if it's clear." I slipped my gown on and tiptoed down the stairs. The house was quiet. Some of the servants were off on Saturdays. The two were at the top of the stairs, and I motioned them down. They slipped into my room quickly, and closed the door. I locked it. No one would dare open it, but I wanted to take no chances.
Betsy had never been in my room and was awed by it's size. My bed is a huge four poster, with a lace fringed canopy over it Betsy and I pulled the covers down completely and undressing, we fell into bed. Betsy reveled in the satin sheets and pillowcases. She said she had never felt anything quite so wonderful.
"Mum, how do you keep from sliding out of bed?" She said it so sincerely I couldn't laugh at her. Daisy giggled, and I cautioned her with a look.
"I just have to be careful. You get used to it, Betsy. They do feel wonderful. Sometimes I take off my night clothes and wiggle around between the sheets completely, sinfully naked. I usually wind up bringing myself off with my fingers, it feels so good. Now you can wiggle to your heart's content." She took me at my word and the two slid and wiggled over the smooth sheets. They had never felt anything like it. My face lit up watching the two twist and turn on the smooth sheets.
"Oh, Mum, you are right, it does get one's cunny hot!" Betsy sighed wiggling face down on the sheets.
"Well, lets really get that delicious cunny of yours hotter. Let's move together and try the triangle."
