Our Master meets our friend (MF MFF FF M+F MM sub mdom reluc)

M.Gregg

This story of what happened to us last weekend is by, about, and
for legal adults -- only read it if you are one.

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Our Master phoned last night while on his way over to our house.
He usually calls just in time for my wife and I to prepare
ourselves for him -- how ever he tells us, of course, but usually
naked in our foyer on our knees to show him that he "owns" us to
do with whatever he wants.   However, he had returned to town a
whole day before we expected him ... and we were just sitting
down to supper with our friend Michele.  Even though we had known
that something like this would eventually happen, we were still
really thrown by it and were both sort of on autopilot for the
next few minutes.

My wife Lynn is in her late 30s and a midwestern-style "BBW" --
that body fat she always thought of as 'extra' gives her enormous
breasts and an ass that our younger Master grips so tightly when
fucking her that his giant hand prints are still easy to see
against her pale skin the next days. Her hair is a pale straw
blonde and her eyes are light blue.  She works as a professional
in her daily life, and we have no children (yet).  It is actually
her 'fault' we found ourselves in this predicament -- our Master
caught her staring straight at his bulging crotch in the gym one
night and then afterward pretty much made her sit in the lobby
and tell him what she wanted, which was to be totally owned by
his 28 year-old cock ... as a middle aged come-slut humiliated by
him and a slave to his whim and desires.  After he let her stew
for a couple of weeks he then totally enslaved her and she has
been his 'property' whenever he wants her ever since.  Once he
recognized that her escapades actually excited me and gave me a
hard-on he simply took me as well, about four months ago ...
turning a regular suburban guy into a slave to his cock.

Our friend Michele has known my wife since college. She is a
couple of years younger, single, and a "good Catholic girl" for
real. Being single, she really is more hip than us married
suburbanites and displays her massive cleavage so wonderfully
(and always tastefully) that I have often imagined my cock buried
between her mounds ... but nothing even as far as flirting has
ever happened between us. At any rate, you can understand our
apprehension about our Master's imminent arrival, with Michele at
our house just sitting to eat with us.

I saw Lynn immediately lower her eyes with the phone in her hand
and heard her quietly murmur the explanation that Michele was
here so could we beg to keep our clothing on just now ... and
would he like for us to serve him dinner as well?  After looking
at me to make sure I understood, she calmly went about adding
another place-setting to our table (different than our usual
preparation, which would have only a single setting at the table
for our Master while we knelt on either side of him to serve him)
... but I noticed her hips quivering a little as she moved, and
knew that her pussy was craving his cock since he had been gone
nearly a week.

So when we heard his Harley turn in to our driveway I handed
Michele a drink to greet him with when he came to the front door
-- since I knew he would walk right in without ringing the bell
'as if he owned the place'. I also realized that he is just the
sort of man she would have really gone for about ten years ago --
and that she still has a thing for Harleys and riding gear. So I
was sure she would already be imagining the feeling of the
machine roaring between her legs.

Of course the motorcycle makes his leather pants and jacket seem
normal and I watched from around the corner when she introduced
herself and offered his drink. He literally spent five full
seconds just looking her entire body up and down as she stood by
our door with his drink in her outstretched hand. His gaze
visibly lingered on her hips then again on her chest, so that by
the time he looked into her eyes her neck and face were obviously
flushed scarlet. I don't know if it was my imagination, but I
thought I saw her eyes drop to the leather on his waist. I am
sure she first thought this might be us 'setting her up' with
another single friend, but she realized quickly that he was
neither the right age nor the kind of man we would pair her with.


At this point my wife invited us to all sit at the table to start
dinner, so while I walked with Michele into the dining room our
Master entered the kitchen to greet my wife. I glance over my
shoulder to see her open her mouth to kiss him while he mauled
her right tit in one hand and pressed her pussy into his
leather-covered leg with his other hand on her ass. He must have
given the pierced ring he had installed last month in her nipple
a particularly vicious twist since she let out an audibly sharp
'ohh', but it was somewhat muffled by his mouth capturing her
lips.

Dinner went pretty normally, although I have no real memory of
what we talked about as the tension continued to rise for my wife
and me. I do recall our Master staring openly at my Lynn's chest,
and I found out later that in the kitchen he instructed her to
undo one button before each course, so that by the time we
brought out dessert her blouse was opening almost down to her
navel.

It also turned out that on the phone he had told her to run
upstairs to slide a medium-sized vibrating dildo into her pussy
and replace her panties so that it would stay in. So when he
greeted her in the kitchen he reached under her skirt to pull her
panties away from her pussy and turned the vibrator on to a low
speed before telling her to put her underwear back in place. This
explains why she could hardly sit still while eating, as she kept
squirming to try to press her pussy lips into the seat of her
chair -- and why she almost came when our Master quickly tugged
on her nipple ring while passing a wine bottle.

By the time we brought dessert out it seemed to me that Michele
had to notice my extreme discomfort with my cock tenting my pants
straight out ... and it was just after we started eating our
chocolates that it finally happened:  Our Master casually told my
wife to open her blouse. She did, and he reached over, leaned her
slightly forward, and tugged it off her body then draped it over
the back of her chair. While I was riveted on what he was doing
with her, I did steal a couple of glances over at Michele -- she
had just stopped eating and was watching with no apparent
reaction, except that I heard her breathing quicken and got to
see her marvelous breasts visibly heave.

He and my wife then each took another bite of dessert, which
prompted me to remember myself, so I quickly did as well. It
seemed like time stopped, although looking back it could not have
been more than a few moments before he reached over and unclasped
her bra from the front, letting her tits fall free and giving
Michele her first view of my wife's new piercing rings.  Our
Master told her to hand her bra to me, so she passed it straight
across the table, right in front of Michele's eyes. Seeing my
wife just sitting at our dinner table naked from the waist up
because of only a few words from our Master was almost too much
for me -- and I still can not really explain what happened next,
but it was incredible.

Our Master basically just put Michele on her hands and knees
right there on the dining room floor, pulled down her pants and
panties, and fucked her.  And not only did she let him, after a
while he stopped moving and made her do all the work -- slamming
her ass back into him to drive his cock deep into her pussy.  She
was almost silent for the first few minutes -- he was kind of
easy on her as he worked his massive member in inch by inch
instead of slamming all the way in on his first stroke as he
usually does with my wife (she still can't really explain it, but
she loves the extreme pain as he batters against her cervix deep
inside while she feels like he is going to tear her apart with
his width -- so her envy and craving for it to be her pussy
rather than Michele's wrapped around his cock was evident).

Michele just sort of grunted as she felt herself being opened --
but then when he bottomed out with a shove for the last inch or
two she let out a fierce scream of pain and lust, that was so hot
I almost came in my pants watching her tits sway under her shirt
and seeing her mouth open in an 'O'.  After that he made her do
all of the work ... not moving at all himself, and even pulling
back a little when she pressed her ass to try to get him all the
way in until she was moaning and pistoning her hips back and
forth on his cock.

During this our Master had my wife and I remove all of the rest
of our clothing and kneel in front of them so that Michele could
see us both from just a couple of feet away. He told her to open
her eyes and then told my wife explain how she is a slut for him,
owned by his cock and will do whatever he says, wherever,
whenever, and with whoever he makes her available to -- since she
knows if she ever fails to follow any of his instructions she
will never get to have his cock again.

When our Master had my wife lean over to gently play with her
friend's nipples through her top it sent Michele right over the
edge.  I could see Lynn looking at them almost jealously as
Michele came on our Master's cock while continuing to fuck him
furiously. Only after she collapsed onto her elbows with him
still embeded deep in her did he really attacked her just-come
pussy. I am sure she was still throbbing when she felt him swell
even larger (as my wife and I are both very familiar with) as he
battered her swollen lips before unloading his balls deep into
her while she screamed again -- so loud this time that I honestly
wondered if she would pass out.

Afterward he reached into my wife and pulled out the vibrator
before telling her to lay on her back underneath her friend to
lick and drink his come out of her.  I continued to kneel as he
brought his softening cock over for me to clean their combined
juices off of him using my mouth.  Michele hardly moved during
this, and then our Master told us to get dressed.  Michele still
looked stunned with her ass in the air as he zipped the leather
back up before telling us he was heading back out.  She seemed to
snap out of it when he gave her right cheek a stinging slap as he
told us what fine piece of ass we had supplied to service his
cock. My wife could barely control her frustration as she covered
her aching, unfulfilled pussy with her panties and skirt again.
Although we perfectly well know his rules, he humiliated us one
last time in front of Michele again by reminding us to not let
anyone touch my cock or her pussy without his permission -- even
ourselves.

Michele was still sprawled on the floor as we heard his bike
start, and was just pulling on her underwear as he rode off.  We
spent about five more minutes cleaning up from supper and saying
only awkward small talk before she went out to her car and drove
off, leaving us home alone and excruciatingly engorged ... both
of us with the taste of his come and her juices coating our
tongues.

I don't know when we will see Michele again, or what the fallout
might be -- but the one promising sign is that she kissed my wife
straight on the lips before walking out the door, which she has
never done before.  And I imagined that she lingered for just a
moment with their lips together, and that she glanced between my
legs as she stepped out the door.  So of course we are wondering
if our Master will have us bring her to him again, or if she will
be another slave to his cock, or perhaps he will give us to her
to serve as our Mistress ... our imagination is running wild and
we don't even know yet when and how our Master will use us next.
The last time he had her wound up at such a tight pitch he left
me at home while he supplied her to a bowl game party of his
co-workers.  I still have not gotten all of the details of that
night, but she returned home the next morning totally naked and
an utter mess -- come matted in her hair as well as on her face
and tits and leaking out of her pussy and ass ... and one thing
he had told her to say to me was that she had also swallowed a
meal's worth of jism into her belly, and that I was to jerk
myself off one more time right away -- he had said that since my
cock was useless to him that night I was to come four times
before sleeping, so I was incredibly sore that morning.  She
stayed home from work that day, slept almost sixteen hours to
recover, and was still sore almost a week later the next time our
Master used us. But that is another story ...

--M.Gregg