Svetlana opened the door before I could say anything, and Sara and Stacey walked in. Svetlana closed the bathroom door, and the three platinum blondes stood before me, with amusement in their eyes. They looked almost identical, apart from Stacey's additional height, and Sara's "E" cup boobs. They each wore a key to my cock-cage around their necks. Stacey had hers wedged between her tits, prominently displayed to invite questions from men. I now understood why Stacey had pointed in my direction several times earlier in the evening.
Stacey spoke first, to no-one in particular.
"How long has it been since Chris' last orgasm?" she asked dispassionately.
"Well," Svetlana said, relishing the opportunity to embarrass me, "I did drain his nuts with a prostate massager a few weeks ago, if that counts. I mean completely drained, he didn't leak any pre-cum for a few days, and this guy is a prolific leaker," she continued, giving away far too much information.
Sara laughed at this revelation, and Stacey continued her line of questioning.
"No, I mean proper orgasm. From fucking, or blowjobs."
Sara and Svetlana both giggled at this.
"Adrian cut him off from all sexual activity with Sara, a long time ago," Svetlana began. "His last several orgasms have been inside his pocket pussy."
Stacey acted with mock surprise, although I was sure that they had brought her up to speed.
"Doesn't anybody know when the last time this poor guy got his rocks off?" Stacey said, in frustration.
"I have been managing his sexual sobriety," Svetlana said proudly. "I think it has been almost five months, since he last fucked his pocket pussy."
Stacey laughed out loud at that news, and exclaimed, "Oh shit, he is not going to last two minutes, when I release him from his cage!"
"He never lasts more than a couple of minutes anyway," Sara interjected, to the girls' amusement. "Fucking two-pump chump."
I tried to defend myself, responding, "most men don't last that long, Sara. Not everyone has Adrian's stamina. That guy is a freak."
"You are right about that, Chris," Sara said with a giggle. "Adrian has incredible stamina, a remarkably short refractory period, and amazing length and girth. He reaches places within me that you have never been, physically and mentally."
"Ouch," Stacey said laughing. "Don't hold back Sara."
I shuffled around uncomfortably, as the girls mocked my manhood. I really needed to take a piss, and was crossing my legs trying to hold it. Sara noticed, and spoke up.
"Svetlana, show Stacey how to unlock his cock-cage, so that he can pee."
Svetlana still had that fucking key on a short chain, and had to kneel with her face right next to my cock, to insert it into the cock-cage lock.
"He loves the close contact, so I keep my key-chain extra short," she informed Stacey. "He can normally pee with the cage on, although he has to sit down like a bitch. However, he chafed himself quite badly with his perpetual erections, and needed some soft lining to protect his cock from the cage. That is why he is wrapped in my panties, and can't pee without assistance," she added.
As Svetlana unlocked the cage, Stacey shared our history with her panties, to a round of laughs from the girls. The actual story was that Stacey had been staying with us, because her house was being tented for termites. She had a habit of leaving her clothes all over the place, and one day she left a pair of her panties on the bathroom countertop. I had jerked off into the liner of her panties.
Stacey, of course, embellished the whole event.
"Chris rooted through my suitcase, when I stayed at Sara's house for a few nights. He found a pair of my soiled panties, and stole them. I caught him red-handed, jerking off into my dirty panties," she said derisively. "He is a total pussy, and a panty thief."
The words "panty thief" set Svetlana off, and she shared the whole sordid tale of how I got in the cock-cage to begin with. After the girls finished laughing, Sara shared how she used the anal egg, to make me blow my load into her silk babydoll.
"The same lingerie that I wore to give Adrian my first ever rimjob," she admitted.
I was totally red-faced with shame, as the laughter reverberated around the bathroom. The cock-cage was removed, and Svetlana took the panties that were wrapped around my cock. They were soaked with pre-cum, and Svetlana took great pleasure in showing Sara and Stacey how horny I was. After they examined the stained panties, Svetlana motioned for me to pee.
She turned off the magic egg that was humming away inside my anal passage, apparently understanding that it would be more difficult for me to pee, with that continuous vibrating sensation. I stepped forward, a little conscious of the fact that three beautiful platinum blondes were going to witness me emptying my bladder.
Svetlana increased my embarrassment when she said, "Sit on the toilet, like a bitch."
I sat on the toilet seat and started to urinate.
"Adrian's favorite sound," Sara said with a giggle, as my piss hit the water. "Adrian pissed on me last night," Sara continued. "He made dress up in my High School cheerleader uniform, crawl under his Sukebe chair, and wait for him while he drank seven beers. At least Adrian only urinates on me on special occasions. Poor Svetlana has to endure a golden shower every Wednesday at noon."
Svetlana looked embarrassed now, and hung her head. I felt sorry for her, and realized that I still had strong feelings for her.
"Has Adrian ever pissed on you Stacey?" Sara asked.
"You know the answer to that," Stacey responded, "it's his thing. Adrian pissed on me on our first date. He didn't even really ask me for permission," she said quietly, as if she just understood the magnitude of that vile act.
I was dumbfounded that these three stunning blondes, had all been pissed on by this dominant black asshole, and how they seemed to accept it as part of dating him. I had to know.
"How does a man piss on you without even asking, Stacey?" I asked.
Stacey didn't want to talk about it, but Sara interjected.
"Chris and you are going to be a couple for the next twelve months, Stacey. He has the right to know if Adrian still has access to you, and under what terms."
Sara's involvement pissed Stacey off, and so she decided to tell Sara the whole story, as she knew Sara would not approve.
Stacey had a bitchy smile on her face as she began her story.
"Adrian stopped by my place the first night that we met. He paid for my taxi home from the piano bar, and I slipped him my number. I knew he would call me, they all do," she said smiling at Sara.
"Adrian called me well after midnight, and he proposed meeting somewhere for a night cap. I knew sex was on his mind, so I gave him my address. Adrian showed up in a limousine, and was very direct. He told me that he had already come three times that evening. He said he would give me five hundred dollars in cash, if I could get him off one last time."
Sara flashed Stacey a dirty look, as she realized that this story matched Sergei's account of the event, far more closely than Adrian's.
