“Babe, we have a proposal for you,” Rachel said. We were lying in bed together. I had arrived the night before, but we hadn’t fucked yet.
“What’s the proposal?” I asked. Knowing Rachel and Dylan, it would be something very sexy. Since our first encounter, I had been seeing them regularly for the past few months and it was never boring with them.
Dylan moved over from his side of the bed and knelt in front of me. He ran his hands over my thighs, just stopping short of my cunt.
“We want you to be our sex slave for the day.”
I gasped and my cunt flooded with desire.
Dylan chuckled. “Looks like our little slut is up for this.”
Rachel slid her hands between my legs and cupped my mound. One of her fingers dipped inside my hot entrance. “Perfect,” she purred. “I’m really looking forward to this.”
I had expected lazy morning sex followed by breakfast and our normal daytime activities, but being a sex slave sounded even better — and much more arousing.
I sat up and faced Rachel and Dylan. “So how will this work?”
Rachel and Dylan shared a look. It made me hot to think that they had been planning this.
“You’ll be naked all day,” Dylan said. “Whenever we feel like being sexually satisfied we’ll let you know. Your task today is to be sexually available.”
“And will I be sexually satisfied?” I loved the idea of being a sex slave, but I wanted to be satisfied myself as well.
“If you’re good enough,” Dylan said dismissively, as if my feelings didn’t matter.
“Slaves are supposed to serve,” Rachel added. “Not worry about their own satisfaction.”
I took a deep breath. Being a sex slave — consensually, of course — had always been a dream of mine and I knew that Rachel and Dylan, despite their feigned indifference, would make sure I’d get my fair share of orgasms as well.
We got up and Dylan and Rachel got dressed. I felt awkward being naked around them when we went downstairs for breakfast, but after a while I wasn’t even aware of my nudity anymore.
After breakfast we sat around in the living room. I read a book, Rachel worked on something on her laptop and Dylan played a video game.
I was immersed in my book when Rachel spoke up. “Laura, can you come here please?”
I put my book aside. Rachel had swivelled her chair in my direction.
“I need some relief,” she said. “Why don’t you help me get it?”
My skin pricked as I got up and walked towards her. She gently pushed me between her legs and I knelt down. I lifted her skirt and gasped. She was naked and wet underneath her skirt. I wasn’t sure what she had been working on, but she was evidently very aroused.
I pushed her legs further apart and ran my tongue over her cunt. She moaned as I flicked her clit. I knew exactly how she liked it, so I slipped two fingers inside her and curled them up towards her G-spot. Soon she was writhing and moaning on her chair.
Before I could coax her towards an orgasm, though, she pushed me away. I looked up at her, my face slick with her juices.
“Come over here, Laura,” Dylan called. “I need you to suck me so I’m nice and hard for my wife.”
My cunt ached with need as I crawled over to Dylan. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. I grabbed his cock. He was already erect and I eagerly took him into my mouth. I loved sucking his cock; the noises he made when I gave him pleasure were music to my ears. I cupped his balls as I slid him deep into my throat. I relaxed and got into an easy rhythm, feeling him grow harder in my mouth.
Tension built in my body, but relief was not for me. When Dylan deemed I had sucked him enough, he pushed me away. Rachel strode over and straddled his lap. With disregard to my presence she positioned Dylan’s cock between her legs and lowered herself on it. Dylan grunted and grabbed Rachel’s hips. They started fucking — slowly at first, but then increasingly harder. Rachel writhed and moaned on Dylan’s lap and I couldn’t help myself. I slid a hand between my legs and touched my swollen cunt.
As if she sensed what I was doing, Rachel’s head snapped around to me. “Stop that, Laura. No one has given you permission to touch yourself.”
I snatched my hand away and suppressed a whimper. She was right: I was just the slave and should wait until my sex masters allowed me pleasure. It’s how I wanted it to be. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t hard for me to be this aroused without any relief.
Rachel and Dylan came together, moaning loudly. When they were done, Rachel slid off Dylan’s lap and sat next to him.
“Clean me up, Laura,” she commanded.
I knelt between her legs. Dylan’s cum had started leaking out already and I eagerly lapped it up, making sure I didn’t spill a drop. She moaned and pushed her mound hard against my mouth and I took my cue. I flicked her clit with my tongue, fucking her with my mouth until she came once again. She grabbed my face and held me in place and her cunt convulsed against my mouth, pushing more of Dylan’s cum out.
She had barely caught her breath before Dylan grabbed my arm. “You can clean me up too.”
I moved over to sit between his legs and took his half-erect cock in my mouth. I could taste Rachel’s cum on him and I sucked eagerly. To my surprise Dylan got hard again. He buried his hands in my hair and fucked my mouth. I tried to keep up, but he was rough. He groaned and twitched as he fucked me deeper. I cupped his balls and could feel them tighten just before he shot his load in my mouth. I gagged and swallowed.
“You better not miss a spot,” he growled.
I licked him clean and he pushed me away. He turned back to his game as if nothing had happened. Rachel had straightened her shirt and was typing away on her laptop again, leaving me feel hot and horny, and a bit at a loss.
The whole day progressed like that. Rachel brought a few toys downstairs and made me fuck her with them. Dylan made me suck his cock two more times, both times hardly acknowledging me. My body buzzed with arousal. I loved being used by Rachel and Dylan, being of service to them.
By the end of the day though, I was almost incoherent with need. Watching Rachel and Dylan fuck, giving them orgasm after orgasm without getting any relief myself, was taking its toll. My body was tense, like a coiled spring. I needed relief.
“Laura, please come here,” Rachel called from the living room. I’d been preparing dinner in the kitchen. I considered refusing to come. I couldn’t watch them get more orgasms while I remained unsatisfied. But, like the good little slave I was, I made my way to the living room.
Dylan looked up when I came in. “Looks like our slutty slave is at the end of her tether,” he remarked.
Rachel chuckled. “What do you think? Shall we have some fun with her?”
“I think she deserves it, don’t you?”
I stood in the middle of the living room, hardly daring to hope. Dylan walked towards me, unbuckling his belt as he approached me. He took me by the arm and led me to the sofa. He bent me over the back and spread my legs with his feet. I shivered with desire.
Dylan slid his hand between my legs, roughly running his fingers through my slit. I pressed back on his hand, but he immediately withdrew and slapped my ass. “Stand still, you slut,” he growled.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him. I wanted his cock inside me so much I could cry. But I kept myself perfectly still. I didn’t want to give Dylan any excuse to delay any further.
Dylan pressed his cock against my soaking entrance. “She’s so wet, babe,” he said to Rachel. “I think I could make her come within seconds.”
Rachel made herself comfortable on the couch and studied my face. “It’s not a matter of how fast we can make her come, but how often.”
I whimpered.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you filthy slut?” Dylan asked.
“I would,” I whimpered. “Please.”
“Please what?” he growled, but I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Please fuck me,” I begged.
Dylan laughed and slid his cock inside me. Despite his girth, it slid in easily, stretching my aching cunt deliciously.
“Fuck her hard,” Rachel ordered. “I want to hear her scream.”
Dylan didn’t need prompting. He pulled out and slammed back into me. I couldn’t help myself. I moved my hips in rhythm with his — pressing back each time he slammed into me, taking him as deep inside me as I could.
Waves of pleasure crashed over me, bearing me higher and higher towards my climax.
“Have her ride you,” Rachel said. “I want to lick her clit.”
Dylan pulled out of me. I whimpered at the loss of his cock, but he pulled me to the other side of the couch and sat down. I sat on his lap, facing away from him as he easily slid back inside me. Relief flooded me as he started pounding into me again.
Rachel bent over and fastened her mouth to my clit, licking and sucking me. I cried and writhed with pleasure, screaming as I came. My body slumped forward and Rachel caught me. She lay me on the couch and took her place between my legs. She started licking me as Dylan looked on, lazily stroking his cock. Rachel grabbed a rabbit vibrator and plunged it into my cunt. She angled it so it hit my G-spot and I nearly fainted from the orgasm that washed over me again. Rachel didn’t let up, alternately licking my clit, using her fingers and the sex toy to make me come again and again.
Eventually she stopped. Dylan gathered me in his arms and carried me to the bed. Together they tucked me in and kissed me.
“You’ve been a very good little sex slave today,” Rachel whispered.
“I can’t wait to use you again,” Dylan added.
I smiled tiredly. “I can’t wait either,” I whispered.
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