When Rick awoke, he was alone in the big bed. Daylight shone brightly through the large windows.
"Marissa," a voice called out, "he's awake."
Rick turned his head to find the source of the new voice and found the striking young redhead from the hall sitting in a chair near the bed. He took in her flame-red hair and her silky cream skin dotted with many freckles. His gaze held, for a time, but her deep green eyes that still held a frightening mix of danger before his look traveled down to take in the ample breasts each with a perfect amount of Freckles that was barely hidden by a dark green dress shirt. He didn't fail to miss the firearm lying in her blue jean covered lap. At least it wasn't pointed in his direction this time.
"Where's Jennifer?" Rick croaked out.
Irene sighed "She went for groceries."
Rick got down to business preferring to limit his time with Irene, "Are you going to kill me?"
Before she could give any answer, the door opened and in walked a young woman wearing a yellow sun dress. She was more cute than beautiful, like Jennifer or Irene, but most men wouldn't hesitate to apply the "beautiful" label to her as well. Rick guessed her age to be about 18 or 19. The new girl looked at Rick and came to stand at the foot of the bed, then shyly dropped her gaze and folded her hands behind her back and said, "Good afternoon, Master ."
"Don't you dare call him that every again do you understand me!" Irene snapped at her almost reaching for her gun. Marissa flinched but said nothing. When she got no response, Irene turned to Rick and said, "Well, Richard, meet Marissa."
"Hello, Marissa under these circumstances I'm not pleased to meet you." Rick said trying to cover his naked body.
Marissa raised her head and smiled briefly at him before dropping her gaze back down. "I understand," Marissa said, "I feel awful about the things we've done to you, but you have no idea how much we need you." Marissa pleaded before fearfully looking to Irene and said, "I..."
"Enough," Irene cut her off, "Jennifer told us to take care of you while she was away. Marissa will suck on you to get started. She is the best of us at this since she managed overcome her gag reflex, and she know a good deal about perineum massage. Richard, you will uncover yourself."
Having a young nubile woman drain him with what would possibly be an amazing blow job he could only muster a simple "No."
In response, Irene simply raised the gun and pointed it at him. Rick jumped, scooting himself up the bed into a sitting position and slowly pushed the bedspread off his naked body. His own body betrayed him at what he saw next.
Irene lowered the weapon back to her lap and said, "Go ahead, Marissa, but he doesn't deserve a blow job."
Marissa smiled shyly at Rick and unzipped then slipped the yellow dress of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor to reveal that she wore no bra and no panties underneath. Her breasts were average sized and perky with youth. Her body was firm but curved in all the right places, her skin was tanned to a light brown, with no lines visible anywhere. He pussy was neatly trimmed landing strip of dark fur crowning her pubis.
She held Rick's gaze as she crawled up to him. Rick looked away as Marissa's tongue flicked out over his limp member. He and Irene stared unflinchingly at one another as Marissa rebelliously took Rick's dick into her mouth and began sucking. She messaged his perineum with her left hand and manipulated his balls in her right using her tongue circled his around its head working its way to the base of his cock and back to the head over and over again.
For a time, Rick was able to maintain control and keep himself from coming for several minutes. Her wet warm mouth matched with her enthusiasm, eventually overcame him. As his cock gave up the fight and his balls tensed up, Rick also gave up the staring contest with Irene he closed his eyes and, unable to restrain it, releasing a day's worth of come. Melissa expertly took each shot of semen down. The intensely pleasant sensations shot through his entire body from his crotch up to his spine and spread through his body. Rick had no idea a blow job could strip him of his strength.
Marissa squirmed in pleasure as she the target of her efforts flooded into her mouth and down her throat. She hunched her back and pressed her mound against Rick's leg, rubbing herself and building her own arousal. Irene watched, judging when to give the next direction to the scene being played out in front over.
The stimulation from rubbing herself on Rick's leg caused Marissa to begin moaning. The moaning in turn inspired Rick to begin twitching his hips upward to meet Marissa's descending mouth.
Irene seeing this demanded, "Mount him, now Marissa!"
Eagerly but slowly, Marissa pulled her mouth off Rick's cock sipping out the last few drops of semen before sitting up. In a single fluid motion she moved her moist womanhood up from his leg, steadied his cock with her right hand and effortlessly yet perfect landed her lip on his head. With a simple flick of her back and waist she impaled herself on his cock, threw back her head and let out a whisper, "Finally I'm yours" as Rick thrust up to meet her he felt a slight resistance she was naturally tight, but was so naturally lubricated that her hymen posed little resistance to his entrance.
Rick couldn't stop his hips from moving with her nor did he want to any longer. As their pace became faster, Rick gave up trying to remain passive and took her firm ass and spread it in his hands pulling her down to meet his increasingly forceful thrusts. Rick could feel her fluid trickling out of her onto his balls. Her moans turned to cries each time he pushed up into her.
As Rick neared completion he slowed down. Marissa, surprised, looked down at him, her brown eyes wide. Somehow, she understood what he wanted without words and she smiled with something like worship as they rolled over together.
Rick was now on top and began stabbing himself down into her wetness, his hand grasping her firm breast. In short time, her cries gave way to screams of uncontrolled pleasure as she began orgasming repeatedly. Her clenching pussy sent Rick over the edge and he released into her with the roar of an animal. He collapsed on top of the girl, she entwined her legs around his and let out a breathless whisper, "Master, I've missed you."
Upon hearing this, proclamation Irene's face flashed with anger, but she said nothing. Instead, she got up and left the room. Rick eventually rolled off Marissa and lay panting on his back. He then questioned her, "Why did you call me that?"
"Call you what, Master?" Marisa said with a puzzeled naïve look to her.
Rick replied "Yes, 'Master '—what is that?"
"That's what James liked us to call him." Marisa replied.
"Well, don't call me that my names 'Rick'." He said brushing her hair out of his face.
"Okay, Rick."She giggled, "It's weird calling you that, but I like it, thank you." She said with smile, feeling like she was now owned by Rick she propped herself up on an elbow and gazed at him, smiling "Can I fetch you anything, maybe a drink, or something to eat maybe?"
"Sure, a drink would be great. What do you have?" Rick asked kissing her on the forehead
Marisa closed her eyes as he kissed, with a sigh of joy she said, "Oh, anything you'd like! Beer, juice, tea, water, wine... if you name it, we probably have it."
Hoping Marisa would forget the gun when she left he found a way out,"Ok, then some juice please. No, wait—how about hot tea?" he said a hot drink would give him more time.
She nodded her head and said, "On its way!" then jumped out of bed and ran on her toes out of the room, still butt naked.
