Chapter 4: Joy, First Wax

Note: Mary gave Joy to Mark's mother Sandy and Sandy's girlfriend Betty to be their sex slave. June 19th, 2013 – Joy Nguyen – South Hill, WA

"It's okay," a comforting voice whispered.

I struggled to open my eyes; sleep still heavy on my eyelids. I could feel the bed gently shake as someone shifted. A woman sobbed softly. Confusion flooded through me; I wasn't in my own bed. Where was I? I managed to get my eyes open, feeling gritty with little sleep. Two women clung to each other: one was White, in her mid-forties, and still very beautiful; the other was young, Black, her skin the color of chocolate and her eyes were a striking blue.

They were my Mistresses.

It all came flooding back. My first Mistress, Mary, gave me to Sandy, the White woman, and her girlfriend Betty, the Black girl, to be their slave. Sandy was crying, Betty gently hugging her. Uncomfortable embarrassment flooded me. I felt like I was intruding on such a private moment. I closed my eyes until they were just slits, barely able to see.

"I hated him for what he became," Sandy sobbed. Her husband had recently died over the weekend. "And I loved him for whom he had been."

"I know," Betty cooed. "It's going to be okay. I'm here for you. You had to do it. He was crazy. He was going to hurt someone. Maybe you, maybe me."

"It doesn't make me hurt any less." Another, heart-wrenching sob wracked Sandy. "I'm such a monster."

Betty wiped a tear off her white cheek, cupping the older woman's face between her hands. "No, you're not," the Black girl said firmly. "You're a wonderful, loving woman who was forced into an impossible situation. There wasn't a right thing to do. So stop beating yourself up."

Sandy sniffed, rubbing her cheek into Betty's dark hand. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, lover," Betty purred, leaning in to capture the older woman's lips in a kiss.

Their kiss grew more passionate, and there was something so erotic about watching an older woman and a younger woman together. The dichotomy of maturity and youth, mixed with the contrast of ivory and ebony skin, made the sight of their passionate kiss one of the most sensual things I had ever seen. As they sank down to the mattress—Betty on her back while Sandy crawled atop her, letting her pale breasts rub against Betty's dark tits—I slowly slid my hand down to my aching, waxed pussy, finding my lips dewy with passion.

"Mmhh, that feels nice," purred Betty as the older woman kissed down to her round breasts, perkily rising like a pair of dark mountains.

"I love my chocolate bunny's mounds," Sandy answered, then sucked a dark nipple into her lips, swirling her tongue about it. "Umm, taste so sweet."

My fingers stopped teasing my vulva. I needed more, and I slipped first one, then two fingers inside me, slowly fucking them in and out as I watched Sandy worship her girlfriend's dark tits. Sandy was a generous lover, teasing each nipple with her tongue and fingers before engulfing them with her red lips. Betty cooed and moaned, her dark hands roamed across Sandy's arms and face.

I rubbed my clit, delicious electricity arcing through me. Sandy kissed slowly down Betty's body. I wished she was kissing my breasts like that. Sandy licked at the underside of Betty's dark tits, then gave quick pecks as she traced Betty's ribcage. When she reached Betty's cute bellybutton, the Black girl giggled as her tongue darted into the cute divot.

"Oh, Sandy," Betty moaned. "I love you so much!"

Sandy smiled, then kissed her shaved mons above her clit. I could just see a hint of pink between the dark girl's thighs before Sandy buried her face into her lover's treasure. Betty arched her back as her older lover skillfully tongued her pussy. I knew from last night just how skilled Sandy was.

I squeezed my eyes shut, remembering that soft tongue probing my delicate petals and searching for every little part of my flower. My fingers pumped faster, churning pleasure inside me. I worked a third finger inside me, stretching my tunnel.

"Oh Sandy!" I moaned quietly, my fingers furiously pumping in and out of my pussy as my other hand pinched and rolled my clit. I imagined my older Mistress's tongue wiggling inside my pussy, her nose brushing my sensitive button as she brought me to my shuddering release. "Oh, yes, oh, yes!" I moaned as the wonderful feeling flowed through my body.

"Looks like someone was having fun without us," Betty giggled.

I opened my eyes; Sandy and Betty were cuddling. I had been so lost in my self-pleasure, I had missed my younger Mistress's climax. I yanked my fingers out of my cunt, flushing in shame at interrupting their lovemaking.

"I'm so sorry, Mistresses," I apologized, my cheeks burning.

"For what?" Sandy asked, eyebrows furrowing.

"For interrupting you," I answered. "I let my own selfish desires interrupt your lovemaking. I am humbly sorry."

Sandy leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I melted, enjoying Betty's delicious flavors as I kissed my Mistress. When she broke the kiss, I was breathless, my heart pounding in my chest. My Black Mistress's flavor lingered on my lips; my tongue kept darting out to savor her taste.

"Let's make Sandy howl," Betty grinned. "I'll take her pussy, and you attack her breasts."

"Yes, Mistress," I grinned back.

Betty flipped Sandy on her back, kissing her passionately, then deftly slipped down her body, spreading her legs. A thick, brown bush covered Sandy's pussy, drenched in her passion. Betty fingered her thick pubic hair, then looked up at Sandy. "Maybe it's time to shave this off, love."

"Really?" Sandy asked.

"You're the only one with any bush," she answered. "Joy and I are both shaved."

"Waxed," I corrected without thinking, then I blushed furiously. "I'm sorry for interrupting, Mistress."

Betty's blue eyes twinkled. "Really, waxed?"

I nodded. "I work at a salon. Well, I used to. That's how I met Mary; I gave her her first wax."

"Then you can wax Sandy!" Betty declared.

"I don't know," the older woman frowned. "Doesn't it hurt?"

"A little," I admitted. "But there's no chance of razor burn, and you will be hair free for two weeks."

"It's settled," Betty nodded. "You always used your husband as an excuse to get out of shaving. No longer. I want you nice and bare!"

"Fine," Sandy sighed, then a wicked smile appeared on her lips. "It would be pretty naughty."

Betty laughed, then took a long lick up her slit. Sandy moaned, her round breasts—it was amazing that they only sagged a little considering her age—jiggling invitingly. I crawled over and captured a pink nipple between my lips, sucking hard.

"Umm, that feels nice," Sandy moaned. "How'd I get so lucky to have two stunningly-beautiful woman pleasuring me?"

"You're a special woman," Betty answered, her dark face sticky with passion. "And you taste delicious."

"Well, there's definitely more for you to sample," Sandy cooed. "Eat me, lover. I need to cum so bad!"

"Gladly!"

I made love to Sandy's nipple. Slowly exploring every millimeter of the pink nub with my tongue. I wanted to learn every ridge and dimple of it before I sucked the entire thing into my lips. My hand reached out to her other breast, and I tweaked her nipple, letting my long fingernails brush the sensitive flesh. Her skin was so pale against my dark-olive skin. I enjoyed Sandy's twitches and moans, happy that I gave my Mistress pleasure.

"Oh, God," Sandy gasped. "Oh, my God, keep doing that, Betty! Shoot, your tongue is driving me wild. Wow! Wow, oh, wow! I'm gonna cum! Oh, shoot!"

I clamped my mouth on her nipple as Sandy bucked beneath me, her sweet cries filling my ears and happiness bubbled inside me—I helped to give her such great pleasure. As her passion died down, her gentle hands cupped my face, and drew me to her lips, and rewarded my service with a deep kiss. Her fingers slid down and found my hard clit. I was so excited by her touch that the powder keg inside me ignited, exploding rapture throughout my body.

I collapsed across my beautiful Mistress's body, panting and gasping and shuddering.

"Wow, you had a good one," Sandy giggled, and kissed my lips again. Her arms wrapped around me, and I enjoyed the pleasant afterglow and her warm body.

"It was amazing. Thank you, Mistress."

Betty crawled up the other side, and we sandwiched Sandy between us as we cuddled. This was my life now. Part of me felt sad; I had a fiance, but I guess we wouldn't be getting married now—I belonged to Sandy and Betty.

After breakfast, I was sent to the store to get some supplies: a nice, sugar based wax; the strips of cloth; a wooden applicator that resembled a large tongue depressor; and some scented candles, cinnamon, to help relax Sandy.

"Hot date," joked the checkout girl as she rang me up.

"Uh-huh," I smiled back. "Two sexy women."

The girl blinked in surprise. "Um, well, that sounds ... fun."

Her blushes were so cute, that I couldn't help adding, "You can't believe how hard you can cum with two women licking you."

My pussy was on fire the entire drive back to Sandy's house. The cashier had no idea how to respond to my declaration, except to blush even deeper. She was so cute! I wanted to take her home with me so she could see how wonderful my Mistresses were.

"We don't have to do this," Sandy protested when I arrived. Betty was spreading a towel across the bed. "I can just shave it."

"Nope," Betty grinned. "I've had a wax before. It's not that bad."