Just For Fun - Sex Stories

Just For Fun

... ear.

"We crawl into his room," I said, making sure to get it word-perfect. It had to be perfect. "We offer ourselves as his slaves."

It had to be perfect.

"When?"

"When the time is right."

"How do we know when the time is right?"

"We'll know. Justin will let us know."

"Good girl," Emily said, and kissed me.

I shuddered. I was so close. I was SO close.

"No..." I groaned, and Emily pulled back.

She knew exactly how far she could go.

"You will obey," she said sternly.

"I will obey."

The moment passed, and I felt like I could breathe again.

"What do we offer him?"

"Everything," I panted. "Oh god, Emily, please..."

"No!"

"So...close..."

Again, she pulled back.

"Be specific."

"Can't." My brain was foggy. I was nothing but a pair of tits. Tits. My brother's. I was a pair of tits for my brother.

"You will obey."

"I will obey..."

"What do we offer him?"

"Me," I gasped. "My tits. My...my pussy. My ass."

"What else?"

"My obedience. My slavery."

"You're forgetting something."

"My orgasm." I was twitching now. "Please..."

"Your orgasm belongs to Master."

"Yes..."

"Say it."

"My org-...my orgasm belongs...belongs to Master."

"You will not cum without his direct permission."

"I will not cum without his direct permission."

"Good girl," Emily smiled down at me, before slapping me twice.

I'd been edging for almost three hours.

I hadn't cum in weeks.

Emily and I had decided almost a ...

... month ago - our role was to please and serve Master. He owned us.

He owned our orgasms.

We would not cum again, not until we were truly Justin's.

Justin's.

The thought alone was almost enough to make me cum.

It was just a fantasy, of course. It was just for fun, a way of spicing up our sex life.

And yet, it had been almost a month since either of us had cum. We spent hours each day playing with each other, hours each day playing with ourselves. We used toys, we talked dirty.

We were filthy sluts who enjoyed each other's bodies. But we didn't cum.

We wouldn't cum.

Not until Justin said we could.

And since it was only a fantasy...maybe Justin never would.

Maybe I'd never cum again.

I moaned at the thought, as the end credits began to roll.

"Another episode, slut?" Emily whispered.

"Yes, slave."

We wrapped our arms around each other as the next episode began.

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We were on our fifteenth rewatch ofFriends when Emily brought it up.

We didn't really go out much any more. We went to work, we came home, we watchedFriends, and we prepared ourselves for Justin. Mind, body, and soul.

The mantra was burned permanently into my brain. Even at work, I'd sometimes find myself muttering it under my breath. It had replaced my thoughts.

It had replaced my thoughts.

My free will was gone. In its place, servitude. Obedience.

Devotion.

I hadn't cum in almost six months. My sex life had never been better. Emily and I were wholly ...