HOW WE SERVE MASTER

Master doesn’t fuck Gretchen and I for his own pleasure.

Our pussies are too old, loose and dry for that.

When he does fuck us, it’s to give us edges that are thrilling — but incredibly frustrating.

A elegant form of punishment, you must admit.
But also, as the occasional reward, he’ll gift us with an extremely mind-blowing hard cum.

He keeps us as slaves not for his sexual satisfaction, but for the authority of sexual control. He enjoys having total command of the bodies of older, experienced women.

When he fucks, he likes to fuck tight cunts. Twentysomething college girls are his prime appetite.

Like Macy.

He brought her home last night.

Little Miss Curly Hair

Master is big on routine and ritual. So when he brings a girl home, she may be different but what he does and what we do follows a pattern.

Gretchen and I always dress the same when a girl “visits” — a black sleeveless minidress. It’s one of the few times we get to wear clothes in the condo.

But no bras. Master likes our large sagging breasts to sway freely under the dresses so the girl can see what age will bring.

The girls are always curious about us. Before he brings them home, he tells him that he owns two older sex slaves.

They seem at first a bit scared of us. Especially when we take them in hand to prepare them for Master.

After he gives us the girl, the next time he sees her, she’ll be wearing nothing but a black leather dog collar and black stilettos.

Her pussy will be freshly and completely shaven.

“I shaved it yesterday morning,“ Macy says when we tell her what we are going to do.

“That doesn’t matter. You’ll now be shaved for Master,” Gretchen says.

As we shave her, Macy says, “I touched it. In the car. Through his pants.“

She exhales a long breath. Says …

“It felt so … big. Huge.”

“It is,“ I say, as I wipe her dry down there. “As you’ll soon discover.”

It Certainly Is

Macy’s glasses have fallen off.

They lie there on the bed, just beneath her bowed head.

She quietly sobs. With the occasional moan and even a shriek or two.

Master is brutal with his edging.

So close to a cum. So close. But … no.

Macy, like most girls Master fucks, just can’t deal with it.

Master is riding her doggy style on the bed.

Gretchen and I kneel with our backs against the wall, watching in the prescribed position we take when Master is fucking a girl on the bed.

Macy gathers herself, and tries again to beg her way to orgasm.

“Please let me cum. Please. I need to cum. Please. Please. I need to cum. Please. I. Need. To. Cum. PLEASE! PLEASE! GODDAMN IT!!! LET ME CUM! PLEASE!!!!”

Her breath becomes ragged. It quickens. She repeatedly cries, “Yes!”

She is so very close.

Master and his razor thin edges.

Macy’s body shivers like it’s freezing cold.

“Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes,” she cries out.

But then …

Master lets go of her hips.

He slides his monster cock out of that tight young pussy.

Macy collapses onto the bed. She puts her head on her crossed arms and cries.

The poor girl’s young and inexperienced body is just not able to comprehend and deal with such sharp edges.

And the edges that she is used to are ones that are immediately reshaped into cums.

Her soft jagged sobs are so sweet.

I want to fuck her so badly. And I’m sure Gretchen does, too. But she’s not for us.

At least not right now.

A Consoling Way

Master sits down on the edge of the bed.

After a few moments, Macy rolls over and looks up at him. He reaches down and with his thumb wipes away her tears.

He speaks to her.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. Before the weekend is over, you will cum. You’ll have hard cums that you’ll never ever forget, I promise you.”

Master bends down and kisses her.

“I want you to go with my two ladies now. Get a little rest.”

Gretchen and I rise and go over to the bed. We help Macy down.

Her breathing is still unsteady and her legs are shaking as we take her to the discipline room.

There’s a dog cage there that master likes girls and women he fucks to spend at least a little time in.

We take pity on her and give her a blanket and a pillow before we lock her in the cage.

Much to learn lies ahead for this young college student.