Just For Fun - Sex Stories

Just For Fun

... focused on our task. We never spoke of anything else unless we absolutely had to.

Our relationship had never been stronger.

It had purpose. Our lives had purpose. We weren't lesbians, not really. We were playthings.

We were Justin's playthings.

We weren't a couple, not really. We spent time together to turn Master on. We spent time together to train each other, to get the other prepared. To make each other wet.

For Master.

"It's time," Emily said, and I gasped. My entire head was thrumming - the show's volume was at max, although I wasn't watching. Chandler's sarcastic retort filled my brain.

I wanted to cum, but I knew I wouldn't. I had become an expert at getting myself to the edge, then pulling back forjust long enough.

I'd become an expert at doing the same to Emily.

We didn't talk much. We said our mantra, we sometimes whispered fantasies into each other's ears, reminded ourselves of why we existed.

But more and more, we sat silently, touching each other, tasting each other, getting the other riled up. For Master.

Pliable. Wet.

Ready.

"It's time," I agreed.

We groomed each other. Slowly. Deliberately. We'd talked about it a thousand thousand times, and imagined it ten times as often.

I chose the perfect set of lingerie for Emily. She chose the perfect set of lingerie for me.

We put black trenchcoats on and began to walk towards the front door, our steps in perfect unison. We were a perfect pair.

Justin's.

Master's.

It was time.

I turned the TV off as we left. It was the one with all the cheesecakes.