Master of the Road, page 10
“As you wish, my pet.” I reach up to caress Chantelle’s face and give her a wink as I start to slide down her body, planting kisses on her silky brown flesh. I end up with my face in her pussy. Her outer labia are fairly trim, but her inner petals are nearly as generous as her areolae. I lick them repeatedly until they drop open like dark brown butterfly wings with the pink around her channel turning slowly to bright red. I drive my tongue into her channel, suck each of her petals, and then lick her clit for a few strokes before I get out of Darcie’s way. Chantelle’s breathing is ragged.
I know from experience that Chantelle is not far off, so I pick up my pet and set her down between Chantelle’s long, luscious legs.
I lift Darcie’s hips as Chantelle moans, “Oh, little girl, you are so wicked! Oh, yes!”
I drive into Darcie’s open, inviting channel. I tell her, “Look into her eyes, Pet. Show her how much you enjoy what you’re doing. I know she tastes wonderful. Show her your joy as you pleasure her.”
Chantelle murmurs as she looks down into Darcie’s eyes. “Oh, you wicked, wicked little girl. You’re doing such naughty things to me. Oh, yeah, that’s it, baby. Lick my clitty. Suck on it. Oh! Yes!”
I can tell that Chantelle is getting close, but so is Darcie. Her legs are quivering and her breathing is getting ragged. Chantelle is running her fingers through Darcie’s hair as she croons, “Yes, baby! Just like that! Oh! Mama’s gonna love you so GOOD, Darcie! Just like that, just like that, just like…”
And then Darcie erupts into an orgasm that locks me in place for an instant before her fluids lubricate me enough to move again. Chantelle screams her release as I stroke back into Darcie. “YES, DARCIE! YES! Oh! Baby! Don’t-stop-don’t-stop-don’t-stop…Uuungh!” She curls up to a half-crunch and looks at me for just a moment before she collapses into a trembling heap.
I continue to fuck Darcie and spiral her up a second time. I’m starting to feel the tell-tale tingle in my cock and balls that tell me I need to stop if I’m going to fill Chantelle. Darcie squirts once as I pull out. I catch myself on the back of the couch and Darcie collapses onto Chantelle.
I pull the quick-release in the rope binding Darcie’s hands. She immediately wraps her arms around Chantelle and says, “Thank you, Master.”
Chantelle reaches down and pulls Darcie up. My pet slowly crawls up the taller woman’s torso until Chantelle cups her face in both hands, surveying it as she caresses it.
Chantell finally murmurs, “You are a treasure, Darcie. If your master tosses you away, come to me. I’ll cherish you always.” She looks at me. “Jack, can Darcie ride my face while you fuck me? She reminds me of the spiker on my college team my sophomore year. I almost married her. Please? I want to taste her while you fuck me.” I’ve never seen Chantelle so timid, almost unsure, of herself.
I lean down and kiss her. Her eyes stay locked on mine. I tell her, “You’ll need to coach her.” I look at Darcie. “I think she’s most open to it.”
Darcie nods vigorously before she kisses me deeply. “Thank you, Master. I want this.” Then she kisses Chantelle.
Chantelle whispers, “Face toward my face and walk forward until you can sit on my chest. Look at me while I love you. Okay?” Darcie nods and gives her a beautiful smile. She kisses me again and stands. I kiss Chantelle again, too, but her eyes stay locked on Darcie. I scoot back, and Darcie maneuvers herself into position.
As soon as she settles, Chantelle’s arms wrap around Darcie’s legs. I can't see what she’s doing, but Darcie throws her head back with a long moan. I slot myself into Chantelle’s opening, grab her hips, and push into her heat. Chantelle moans as I slowly slide into her. “You like that, Hot Chocolate?”
I hear her moan, “Oh, yes, Jack!” Her left hand releases Darcie’s leg and reaches for me. “And Darcie tastes so good! Damn it, Jack! You’d better fuck me senseless, so I forget about her!”
I clasp her fingers in my right hand as I hold her hip with my left. I start picking up the pace, and she wraps her beautiful legs up and around my waist. I open my knees wider to get my center lower, so I can drive up into her better. I feel my cock slide along the top of her, rubbing against her G-spot. Since she’s pulling me into her, I think to move my left hand to lay on her mons—pressing down with the fingers above her G-spot while my thumb strokes her clit. I drop a glob of spit down onto her clit, which I use as lubrication for my thumb.
I continue to pound into Chantelle and tickle her clit while Darcie holds onto the back of the chaise and supports herself, clamping her left hand on the chaise’s arm. I feel Chantelle start to spasm again as I continue my ministrations. Her channel is generously proportioned. I can feel her clasping me, but she won’t be able to cinch me in place like Darcie or Candice can. I feel her flood my member with moisture, and sloppy squishy sounds start to accompany our fucking. I squeeze her left hand again, which she returns and moans, “That’s it, Jack. Fuck your hot chocolate! Make me all creamy! Oh, baby, yes. Nnnnnnnn.”
Darcie starts to shudder and gasp. She tosses her head back and then looks down at Chantelle. She moans, “Oh, honey! That is sooooooo goooood. Oh! JESUS, Chante-e-e-e-lle!” Then she collapses.
Candice manages to catch her as she slides off the side to the front of the chaise. Chantelle tries to hold her, but her own orgasm is building strength. She looks at Darcie with yearning as my pet slides out of her arms. I hook my arms inside of Chantelle’s legs and push them forward. She suddenly looks back to me and holds my face as I accelerate to a punishing pace.
“Yes, Jack!” she groans as she looks deep into my eyes. “Take me! Fill me up, you big stud! Breed ….” Her eyes open wide. “MEEEEEEEE!” she screams as she throws her head back, and I start pumping my seed into her. She pulls me to her, so I try to focus on untangling my arms from her legs while my bliss hits me hard. She wraps her legs tightly around me and prods my ass with her heels to keep me thrusting into her. Darcie leans, crouched on the floor, to capture Chantelle’s lush lips as my orgasm wanes, and I lean in and suckle Chantelle’s neck.
Darcie leans back from Chantelle’s lips. “Honey, I’m sorry, but I need to go down there to retrieve my treat.”
Chantelle runs her fingers into Darcie’s hair. “I’m good with that if I get to retrieve my treat from you at the same time.”
Darcie’s smile shines. “Of course, Chantelle, if my master permits me.” She looks at me with hope in her eyes. “May I, Master? I really want to…” She bites her lip as she gives me puppy dog eyes.
“Yes, Pet,” I tell her with a grin. I lean in and kiss her. “Enjoy, darling.”
I kiss Chantelle’s lush lips. “You enjoy it too, sweetie.”
She gives me an evil chuckle. “Oh, I will, Jack. I will.” Her eyes turn melancholy as tears collect in them. “Thank you, Jack.”
I kiss her nose. “No tears, sweetie. Just enjoy.”
I get up and leave my two lovers to enjoy each other.
11
Taking a Break
I kick the ottoman away from my chair and sprawl into the seat. I drain my drink, and Cindy brings me a refill.
Cindy is another of Bernadette’s girls, and she looks like a chesty, blond cheerleader. She’s wearing a short, pink, silk kimono robe, white stockings, and pink FMPs. Her lustrous golden hair falls in front of her shoulders to rest on her ample, bouncy breasts. She refills my glass from a fresh carafe of soda water and sets it next to the small dish of lemons and limes. She winks at me before she walks back out toward the entryway.
As Cindy leaves, Candice slides into my lap. “You ready for round three, Jack?”
I cup her breast and look over at Chantelle and Darcie. The heads of both beauties are actively nodding between the legs of the other. Chantelle throws her head back and groans as her legs start to quake around Darcie’s face. Darcie is still lapping insistently.
I smile at her as I pick my glass again and take a sip. Then I hold the glass to Candice’s mouth. She smiles and takes a sip. I tell her, “You know, I think I need to pee.”
Candice pops up and extends her hand. “Come with me, Lord.” She leads me out of the salon and down the hall toward the auditorium. Just down the corridor is a pair of male and female restrooms like you would find in a theater. I lead the way in, dragging Candice by the hand. She giggles as I step up to the urinal. Candice cuddles close and smacks my hand away as I grab Little Jack. She grasps my semi-flaccid cock and points it toward the porcelain as I laugh.
She giggles, “Let ‘er rip, Jack.” I let go and spray the porcelain with a sigh of relief.
“Ah,” I sigh. “It was getting urgent as we walked through the door. I must say, I’ve never had anyone hold Little Jack while I relieve myself. I may have to make this a regular feature of my life.”
Candice smiles at me. “I’d be happy to take on that duty, Lord.” After a couple of surges and kegels, the flow stops. Candice gives the head a couple of firm taps with her index finger and looks back up to me with a grin. “Honestly, using a bit of paper wouldn’t be amiss, Lord.”
“I suppose not, Candice. Sadly, we don’t appear to have any at hand. Shall I seat you to allow you to relieve yourself?”
She shakes her head. “I went when Darcie was wearing that last nightshirt. You could take me back and warm me up...” Her smile dissolves into a serious look. “Or, you could just take me and make me yours.”
I pick her up, and she immediately wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I slide my hands under her compact, firm tushy. “Are you mine, Candice? I didn’t take Darcie. I offered to be her master, and she gave herself to me. I can’t make you mine. Only you have that power, sweetie.” I release one ass cheek to put a finger on her lips.
“You are precious to me, Candice. I once thought I would wait for you and take you away. But I couldn’t wait after all. I saw Darcie, and I knew that I wanted her. She blessed me by offering herself to me, and I accepted that blessing with open arms. It doesn’t mean I don’t care for you, because I do—deeply. It does mean, though, that she comes first—no pun intended—until she decides she can’t put up with my shit any longer. If you can live with that, there is a place for you in my home.”
Tears well in Candice’s eyes. “Jack, being with you calms me and heals me. If I hadn’t met Darcie, I would be insanely jealous and screaming my pain at you, but I have—and she’s every bit as special as you think she is.”
She grins at me through her tears. “Unfortunately, she doesn’t know what a mess you are. I’ll have to be there to help you both through all your shit.” She continues, “Jack, as soon as I’m free, I will be standing at your door.” She puts a finger on my lips. “And no, I don’t want you to buy out my contract. I know you would if I agreed to it, but we’ve talked about this. I turned myself into a whore. If I ever want to be able to stand tall and be proud of the woman I see in the mirror, I need to fulfill my obligations. I have to free myself.”
“As you wish, Candice.” I kiss her bow-shaped mouth gently. Slowly, the heat of the kiss ramps up as she squeezes my neck. Little Jack raises his head and hardens as we slowly release the kiss.
“You could put a collar on me with a ‘#2,’” she murmurs into my mouth. “Or ‘#99,’ Jack. As long as the back says I belong to you, I’ll be happy.”
I kiss Candice and turn to push her against the wall behind the urinals. I drop her enough to slot Little Jack into her entrance, and she gasps. “Yes, Jack!” she moans.
“You did mention getting warmed up,” I tease as I push into her willing pussy.
“Yes, Lord. Please warm me up! I’m so cold!” she moans her teasing response. She’s very wet; I slide all the way in to the hilt. “Yes, Jack! I need you!”
I set a steady rhythm, firmly pressing my pubic bone into her clit with each stroke. I drive in and out of her, and I feel her legs start to quiver as her internal muscles squeeze me. Candice clasps my face with both hands as she looks at me with wide-open eyes.
“So good, Jack. So. Good,” she gasps. She stares at me before her eyes clamp closed, and she mutters, “Ohmigod-ohmigod-ohmigod...YES!” Her eyes fly open as she screams.
Candice’s channel clamps down on me hard as her juices flow. Her heels kick my ass to encourage me to keep going, but I just press in until I’m hilted in her and hold. I love watching her small breasts shake as her bliss hits her hard.
Candice moans, “Please, Jack! More!”
I chuckle, “I think you’re warm, Candice. You don’t want me to sabotage your chances for the contest, do you?”
Candice frowns as her right mind slowly returns, but she grasps the subtext. “The prize is you coming inside me, right?” I nod. “Get me out there, so I can earn my prize, Lord.” I kiss her as I pull out and thrust back to hilt in her. She gasps and leans into my face as I nearly reach my limit. “Soon, Jack. I’m coming to you soon.”
“Just tell me when you’re ready, Candice. I’ll come get you,” I tell her. I stay inside her as I hold her against me and step away from the wall. I hook the door handle quickly with my hand to get my foot in place, then I sweep it open as I hold the tiny treasure impaled on my cock.
Surprisingly, I’m not losing any rigidity, probably due to Candice squeezing me with the muscles of her channel as her breasts tickle my chest. Each step creates a little micro-thrust too, so my little friend knows the game is still afoot. I guess I won’t need an energizer from Bernadette this time.
Candice murmurs into my neck as I step into the entryway and turn to the salon, “Your chest hair tickles my nipples.” I feel her inner muscles spasm with aftershocks as I walk. She says, “I like this, Jack. Each step is like a little thrust; it keeps me on edge. I want you to finish in me, Jack. Please.”
As I step through the door, I see Chantelle and Darcie sitting up in the chaise. They both have one hand entwined in each other’s hair, and they’re slowly exploring each other’s mouth, occasionally breaking into smiles and giggles. My heart glows as I watch their beautiful post-coital moment.
“Pet, are you ready for round three?” I ask. “Candice is warmed up.”
Darcie quickly kisses Chantelle and pops to her feet.
Candice says, “I’m well past warm, Lord.”
Darcie turns in my direction and bounces to hug Candice and me. She asks, “Master, are you inside Candice?” Her grin is wolfish. “Have you decided that I’ve lost already?”
“No, Pet. Candice has been busy, so she couldn’t warm herself up. Therefore, I did it for her,” I clarify as Chantelle gets up.
Chantelle wraps us all into a hug with her long arms. “Thank you, Lord. I needed that.” I’m surprised to see tears running down her chocolate-colored cheeks. She rubs her cheek against Darcie. “Your pet is a wonderfully generous lover,” she says, grinning at Darcie. “Thank you, sweetheart. Come visit me as often as your master allows. Please.”
I step forward to lay Candice on the couch. “Ooo!” she squeals. “Wet spot!”
Chantelle chuckles evilly. “Hazard of the profession, Candi.”
Darcie sits down next to her. “I’m sorry, honey.” She leans in to kiss Candice gently. “I’ll make it up to you.”
Candice smiles shyly. “Okay, Darcie,” she agrees. Darcie stands, and Candice’s knees fall akimbo.
Darcie kisses me passionately. Afterward, she whispers, “Master, I don’t have a chance. I’m on a hair trigger after all the orgasms I’ve had.”
I cup her pretty face in my hand. “Pet, I’ll tell you a secret.” Darcie looks at me expectantly. “Once Candice starts, she fires off at the least provocation. I’d say it’s pretty much an even playing field. You’ve been practicing, plus you get to see this time, and use your hands. I’m counting on breeding you this time.”
Darcie gasps, “Oh, yes, Master.” She stands on her toes to kiss me while caressing my erect cock.
“Mount up, sweetheart!” Darcie grins at me before leaning down to kiss Candice again, squeezing the small Asian woman’s breast. Candice moans and shivers slightly. Then Darcie backs up and crawls between Candice’s legs. She hooks her left arm under Candice’s right leg. Apparently, Chantelle has coached her a bit. Her left hand rests on Candice’s mons just above the hood of her clit before her face moves in.
I step behind Darcie and touch her sacrum with the tip of my index finger, which causes Darcie to walk her knees forward and push her pretty little tushy into the air. I grab her hips with both hands, slot LIttle Jack in her dripping entrance, and drive home. Darcie raises her head as she moans, but Candice grabs her head in both hands and pulls that sweet mouth where she needs it.
Darcie is so wet that I just start right in. I’m not far away from bliss after warming up with Candice. Now, in the hot little pussy I call home, I set a fast, punishing pace. Candice is moaning incessantly, and her eyes flit back and forth between Darcie’s and mine as a bright pink flush runs down her neck onto her breasts.
Candice starts to moan, “No. No. No. Oh, Darcie. No. I want to win….OH, YES!” Candice thrashes back and forth as my pet keeps Candice’s hips pinned in place to extend her bliss. I reach my right hand around and gently tap on Darcie’s clit and rub my fingers back and forth across the sensitive nub.
“Did Darcie win, Candice?” She can only nod in response. Darcie keeps working with her mouth, and Candice fires off again as Darcie’s pussy milks me faster and harder. Finally, Darcie squeals her pleasure into Candice’s quim as I feel her spasm around me. I grab her hips with both hands and hammer into Darcie until the tingling in my cock foretells the coming eruption. I explode into Darcie’s tight wet pussy, squirting repeatedly until I’m wasted.
Darcie collapses forward to lay on Candice’s stomach. I drop down on top, trying to catch myself on my hands, and then drop slowly to my elbows. Darcie and I ride out our aftershocks wrapped in Candice’s warm embrace.
