Jodie's Slaves Part Four - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Four

... onto my nipples. At first, it just felt a little cool, but soon heated up...and kept heating up!

I had pulled away from Mom so Jodi took over, spreading the bengay in a trail down her stomach to her pussy. Was she going to put it there too?! Oh my God! She spread it between Mom’s folds while I watched, fascinated!

“Go wash your hands...NOT your nipples! It won’t hurt you and you need to know how it feels. And bring me a damp washcloth” Jodi instructed.

“What about you?” I asked a little angrily. The bengay was becoming really uncomfortable!

“I know how it feels,” she said quietly. That stopped my protests. Someone had done this to Jodi? She always seemed so strong! I went and washed my hands.

Jodi was kissing Mom’s neck when I came back, and stroking her hair. Mom was mumbling into the gag and squirming. She had to be in torment! I was, and I only had the tiniest dab on!

Jodi

I wiped my hands on the washcloth Julie brought me. I wanted the bengay where it was and nowhere else.

Julie was being a hesitant little bitch tonight. She was going to have to learn when I said something, she had to move!

Still, it was so hot watching her spread the bengay over her Mom’s tits and nipples. I wanted her to go into her pussy too, but I knew it would take too much of an argument. Once a scene was started, it was bad to leave your sub to cool too long...unless waiting was part of it...and today it wasn’t.

I had soothed Barb while Julie washed her hands. I ...

... kissed her neck and made humming noises up close to her ear against her skin so she could feel and hear me. She settled into submission once again and I slid a normal size dildo in her wet, slippery pussy. The moan that she gave me was long and sweet.

With Julie kneeling beside me, I took up the hairdryer and turned it on. With my free hand, I took Julie’s and placed it on the dildo within her Mom. I guided her pulling it in and out until she could keep the pace and depth I wanted...not too fast, there was more to come. I didn’t want Barb to cum before the finale...if I let her cum at all. Of course, if Julie dragged her feet anymore I was going to have to.

As Julie masturbated her Mom with a look of awe on her face, I turned the hairdryer on. Flipping it on and off, on and off holding it just an inch from her skin. Barb shrieked beneath the gag and writhed. I checked Julie, but she was doing well now, moving with her Mother’s flailing and keeping up the rhythm. I motioned her to stop and flicked Barb’s clit several times. Her hips rose and she was panting hard. She was closer than I thought. Having Julie in the room was dividing my attention. I refocused on Barb.

I pulled Julie up next to me and pointed to Barb’s nipple. She took one between her fingers, copying my movements exactly. There was a flush to her skin that told me she was very aroused herself. I pinched. She pinched. I twisted. She twisted. I pulled. She pulled.

And my gorgeous Slave groaned and panted. ...