Chapter 9: Glendale

“Uh, Mistress, can I ask, what the hell is going on?”

Sprawled on the living room carpet, Brent’s body was damp with sweat, his cock shrinking down toward a reasonable size after two intense orgasms. As best he could remember, as soon as his clothes were off Sally had knocked him down and latched on to his rising erection with her mouth. As soon as she judged him to be ready, she sat down on him and started humping rapidly.

Neena took this opportunity to straddle his face and demand satisfaction. He did his best to please her, including her—as promised—enlarged clit. Acting on instinct, when her movements became disjointed and her voice showed she was getting close, he switched his attack.

Closing his lips over her clit, he used the tip of his tongue to toggle it up and down, left to right. She crested into her climax, shuddering with delight. Sally put her hands on Neena’s shoulders to keep her from falling. On his chin, Brent felt a surge of wetness and the rhythmic pulses of her muscles, perhaps eight or ten of them.

“Oh, fuck, Sally, he’s great. I need to get off, I mean, get off him so I can rest for a minute.”

With her pressure off his face and ears, he could focus on Sally. He played with her tits for a minute, then put both hands on her ass. Pushing her butt cheeks together and downward, he added pressure to each stroke. It was more than enough, Sally cried out happily and Brent felt her tiny spasms on his cock as she pitched forward to lay on his chest.

It was enough, he spurted a full load inside her while groaning with satisfaction. Then he watched, passive, as Neena tried to slurp up all his milk from inside Sally’s pussy, causing her to climax one more time.

“I see you’re still half hard,” Neena used a firm tone of voice.

“I’m going to clean you and make you erect, and then you’re going to fuck me. Understand?”

Brent smiled and said, “Yes, Mistress.”

This time, he was on top, banging away at her vigorously. Neena came twice before he spit a reduced flow into her pussy.

“Give us a minute.”

Neena and Sally conferred in whispers, so that he couldn’t make out what they were saying.

“We’ve made our decision,” Sally told him, authoritatively.

“You’re moving in to this house. You already told me about the dump you are living in. Your rent will be $300 monthly as the third roommate. While you are living here, you’re going to be an equal partner, EXCEPT when either or both of us is naked.

“That will be sexy time, and you will be complying with our instructions, and answer with ‘Yes, Mistress.’ You will have safe words, ‘yellow’ and ‘red,’ but you should have no need for them because while we will be dominating you, nothing severe will happen.

“You won’t be damaged, but you will be abused. I hope that is clear.

“Because we’ve lived together for a long time, our periods are sort of synchronized. So there’s going to be bad PMS and then some red days when we won’t be bugging you. Any questions?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Go ahead.”

“I’m not bothered by periods. If you’re feeling interested, I’m here for you.”

“Oh, good boy. You’ve earned a reward. What would you like?”

“Mistress, could we shower together and then have dinner? I’m really hungry.”

By the time he finished rubbing his soapy hands all over their bodies, he was fully erect once more. Sally bent down and kissed the tip.

“Sweetie, let’s save your mighty monster for later tonight, after dinner.”

“Yes, Mistress.”