Pierre looked over to see his daughter taking her mother's spot. He had not seen her naked since she was a little girl and marveled at the way she had blossomed and filled out so nicely. She was a grown woman now, and was a beautiful one at that.
Laura and Katherine gazed at one another as they bobbed up and down in unison.
Laura had caught glimpses of her young mistress' body the day before during the bath and, even though she could tell that Katherine had a nice figure and nice breasts, she too marveled at the exquisite body that was finally unveiled completely a few minutes earlier. Laura mostly looked at Katherine's eyes but occasionally stole away to look at her husband's dagger spearing into the teenager. Similarly, Katherine's eyes occasionally looked down at her father's cock spearing into his female pet.
As Laura and Katherine looked deeply into one another's eyes, Monique slipped behind Laura and reached around the woman to cup her breasts. Laura tensed for a moment and then leaned back against Monique's legs, letting the older woman play with her bouncing orbs as she pleased.
"Don't cum until allowed, little pet," warned Monique as she once again grasped the sensitive nipples to arouse Laura and make it difficult to control her orgasm. Laura bit her lower lip and moaned softly as the magical fingers sent new erotic thrills through her body. Katherine watched as her mother claimed the heavy breasts and used them as toys.
After awhile, Monique released the breasts and moved behind her daughter. "Try not to cum, little princess." Laura watched as Monique's hands claimed her daughter's breasts and teased them the same way she had teased Laura's.
Steve almost lost his load when he saw the mother playing so intimately with her own daughter and had to bite his lower lip hard to avoid climax. By this time, Katherine had managed to take Steve's entire shaft into her sex and he felt its warm silken walls gripping his cock tightly.
After ten more minutes of delicious torture, Pierre gave the nod to Monique.
"Cum for me, pets," she commanded. Pierre had already started to blast his seed into Laura and Steve immediately climaxed at the command. Monique squeezed her daughter's nipples and tugged them away from her chest, sending her over the edge and groaning loudly as her body tensed in ecstasy. Laura continued to ride up and down to coax out all of Pierre's sperm as her own body tensed and twitched.
Eventually, both female bodies fell forward onto the males who lay prone beneath them. Several minutes later, Monique announced that she was the only one who had not climaxed and Steve was assigned the honors. Laura was thankful that her husband had been selected but knew that it was only a matter of time before her face would end up between Monique's thighs. Or Katherine's for that matter.
She did not know which she dreaded more and then decided that sexually servicing someone ten years her junior would probably be more embarrassing.
Chapter 9
The Summons
Steve went back to work the day after Christmas, which released both of them from their required presence at the Chambeaux residence, at least temporarily. "I don't know how I'll handle sitting through a management meeting after having my lips on his cock," worried Steve at breakfast.
"Don't worry about it," advised Laura trying to comfort her husband. "He's probably going to be going through the same things you are."
Even though she tried to act nonchalant so that her husband would be less worried, her mind was in a turmoil. She had managed to accept her slavery while at the Chambeaux home but now it all seemed so very wrong to her. And the fact that she had felt enjoyment at times made her feel so guilty.
She felt shame at the way her body had betrayed her. How could she be enjoying being displayed so lewdly atop Pierre's cock? How could she become aroused at the sight of Monique's body? How could she become so wet from watching her own husband having sex with another woman, let alone a mother and daughter?
It was if she had been transported to another world with different rules and moralities when she was at the Chambeaux house. Now she was back in her normal world and had to reconcile her past behavior and emotions with the normal rules and moralities.
She sat at her kitchen table drinking her coffee and wrapped her robe around herself more tightly. She just looked into her cup and felt lost. The lower swell of her left breast grazed across the top of the table, sending a little thrill through her body.
"Stop it!" she yelled at the empty house. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" Her body could not keep acting like one of a wanton slut in her normal world. She had to return to being Laura Packsworth, homemaker, and loving wife, and decent neighbor.
Laura fretted for hours and occasionally stormed through the house in anger.
She was not a pet! She was not a slave! Her husband might have had a laps in judgment, but she should not have to pay for that in such a humiliating way!
She just needed to find a way to end it.
The phone rang at about ten o'clock and she answered it. "Hello, princess," she heard Monique speak.
"So I'm a princess now?" spat Laura with an acid tone. "Monique, this has to stop! Stop now!"
"I would be happy with that. Be here at noon. If you have the check with you, then it's over and you can go home. If not, then plan on staying awhile. We'll spend some quality time together."
Laura collapsed into one of her living room chairs and felt trapped. She knew that she did not have the money for Steve's gambling debt.
"I'll be there," she spoke with a defeated tone and heard the phone click on the other end. She sat there listening to the dial tone for several minutes before willing herself to rise and prepare for her next ordeal.
It was an unseasonably warm day for the end of December, even for Florida. She selected a yellow sundress which was modest enough but still highlighted her curves and displayed her shapely legs. She was ready to leave when she suddenly cursed herself for her forgetfulness. She went back upstairs and removed her dress, then removed her bra and panties. She had remembered that those were forbidden items. With her sundress back on, she examined herself in the mirror and shook her head. It was clear that she was not wearing a bra as the two erect nipples could be seen through the material, although just barely. "I guess this will have to do."
"Welcome home, princess," smiled Monique as she kissed Laura at the doorway.
"Don't you look just adorable."
"Thank you, Mistress," replied Laura with her eyes cast down.
"There's a hanger in the closet," offered Monique, leaving no doubt that Laura was to disrobe. "Then meet us on the back porch."
Laura hesitated for a moment after Monique left but then decided to get on with the inevitable. Disrobing was easy with only one article of clothing and, within moments, Laura stood naked in the front hallway. She took a deep breath and then headed for the back porch.
"Here's my delicious pet," greeted Katherine as she came up and lifted Laura's breasts in her hands before kissing her. The claiming of the slave's breasts was becoming a ritualistic part of Katherine's greeting, observed Laura.
Both captors were wearing beach wraps and Katherine had just finished setting the table on the porch for lunch. All three women sat and ate their noon meal together as they chatted about the weather and the wonderful holiday season.
Katherine even cleared the table, which surprised Laura. She expected that to be the slave's job.
"I thought we would do a little midwinter tanning," said Monique after Katherine returned from the kitchen. "Unless you have your check with you."