Chapter 8

Well, it turned out exactly as expected. First Michelle, and then Missy, seized the chance to ride me good and hard before letting me fall asleep, only to wake me again for an encore some three hours later. When we all returned to slumber and had been out some twenty-four minutes, the damn alarm went off and we got ready for the day ... and then slipped Lisa back into the bedroom, Michelle and Missy out, so that the four kids wouldn't suspect a thing.

Lisa made everyone a quick, but tasty breakfast, the little quartet jumped on the school bus, and then I headed to my antiques and rare book shop to mind the store for a bit. Little did I know that my private and professional lives were going to intersect neatly when none other than James came into my shop, not stealing, but making a real scene and knocking over merchandise. He was rather drunk already when he took a swing at me, but then he passed out cold on the floor of my shop. For what I had in mind, I needed some privacy, so I was stunned when my staff volunteered to help me restrain James and drag his ass downstairs to the basement/cellar area beneath the store. I wasn't quite sure what motivated Holly and Shelly to help me tie James to the fucking chair, but they did so with considerable aplomb and even a hint of excitement.

We soon had James out of his pants and his underwear, which enabled the ladies to take many photographs of him in a compromising position that he would regret when he awoke. It took him a few hours to come to, and in the meantime, we had plenty of material to blackmail the blackmailer, including when Holly shaved his cock and balls, though she was forced to wash him a bit first, as his attention to hygiene was lacking, to put it mildly. That was going to change, I already determined. I could also sense that Holly agreed with me there. This wasn't constant attention, more like taking turns, as we had a shop to run, after all.

"What the fuck?" James shouted as he came to, trying to break through his bonds, "Where am I?"

"Never you mind that. Now, listen up, sport. This isn't a permanent or lifestyle thing, buster. You're so not my type. However, until we release you, you're our prisoner. Consider it a citizen's arrest. After all, you broke into my shop and disrupted my business. In the meantime, we're going to decide your punishment and carry it out. After that, you'll be as good as a missionary or Buddhist monk or whatever. You get the idea. You won't step out of line, mess with Lisa or me, or our family, or take any kind of revenge on Holly and Shelly for helping me exact some retribution of my own. You don't want to abuse my trust here, either. Like Queen sang, in Seven Seas of Rhye, 'I'll destroy any man who dares abuse my trust.' Get the picture?" I demanded as I showed him pictures of him being shaved, washed, and fondled by Holly and Shelly.

"But ... they're niggers! I don't want anything to do with nigger women. White chicks only, don't you see?" James pointed to a tattoo on his arm which read "White Girls Only."

"Ah, a racist prick, are you? My, oh my! Holly and Shelly are gonna have such fun with you!" I chuckled, and then called down Holly first.

"You have a smoke break, right? Take it down here and feel free to expel your secondhand smoke in his direction," I invited her, "He called you a rather foul and nasty racial slur."

"Is that so? Are you a fucking bigot, honkie? Listen, you filthy cracker, I'm going to smoke, but worse than that, I'm going to use you as an ashtray. If you don't complain too much, I might take pity later and deign to let you eat me out for your lunch. How's that for a box lunch, huh? A bit of brown sugar? Oh, dear, looks like your cock isn't racist at least. It loves the idea of eating some sweet black pussy, doesn't it? Your cock never lies, you know. It tells exactly what you men really like," Holly taunted James as she rolled her own cigarette and lit it, "You could learn something from that little prick of yours. Not to be such a racist cunt."

With that, Holly proceeded to smoke three cigarettes in quick succession, and then put them each out on James's flesh. She also made sure that the smoke headed straight for his lungs, too. He shrieked in agony, so Holly gagged him with a rag, but then thought better of it and slipped off her panties, stuffing them into his mouth.

"There, that will pacify you, won't it, sweetie? It's okay if you want a taste of my chocolate silk pie. Most guys do, whatever their race. Pretty sweet, isn't it? Nice and juicy. Here, let me take a picture or two before I return to work," Holly took some photos of James, bound and half-naked, with her own panties stuffed in his mouth.

I wasn't entirely cruel, so about lunch time, I checked on James again, finding Shelly in the act of riding him on her ten-minute break. James was still gagged and bound, but no one had told Shelly that he was a racist, so she probably figured that it was a nice mercy fuck for him, not rape. His dick certainly didn't let that slip, given how hard it stayed while she straddled him in that chair. When he came, she did, while I took pictures of the action. James's racist buddies wouldn't like this, not at all.

"Nice hip work, Shelly. Never knew what you were capable of doing, but very good," I commended my clerk, who promptly knelt to suck my dick.

"You don't mind if I extend my break a little longer for some protein, do you? Cum is my favorite source," Shelly asked as she took my silence for consent.

"Shelly, I'm your boss. This isn't right ... oh, what the hell ... if Jonathan can fuck his secretary, my wife, I can fuck one of my clerks," I chuckled, "Or at least get some head from one."

"Or two," Holly laughed as she joined Shelly on her knees in front of me.

"Well, this is a nightmare for any good HR department, but luckily, I'm my own boss," I laughed and then groaned as the two women pleasured me.

"You're kind of an exception. Normally, I'm a Top ... with men and with women. Shelly's more of a switch. We're lovers. Didn't know if you knew that, and yes, we're bi. You're an exception because you've always been a very good boss. I trust you in ways that I wouldn't trust my own family. Let's just keep this a friends with benefits thing, though. I'm not into dating Tops, just servicing a particular one like you. Anyway, mind if I keep my word and give him a 'box lunch?' I think that he'd love it," Holly asked me, "Of course, first I need you to fuck me, so we can give him a creamy meringue for the pie."

"Great idea. Shelly, upstairs for now, but when your lunch break hits, I'll make it up to you somehow. We need someone to mind the store at all times, remember? Holly, bend over and hike up that skirt. I'm gonna fuck you good, but quick. If you don't cum from that, you might still from him eating that creampie out of you. Thanks for the blowjob, Shelly ... seriously. You were fantastic. Just wash your slit before your reward ... I don't want any more of his sloppy seconds than I got in the past from Lisa," I kissed Shelly on the mouth as she headed back up and swatted her ass through her pantsuit for good measure.

I really slammed into Holly for what seemed forever, flaunting our interracial fling in James's face as an act of deliberate offense. As a white supremacist, he would presumably hate to see even me, if only because I was a white man, get it on with this lovely ebony nymph. Her skin really was quite silky in fact, including inside her folds, warm, wet ... soft and inviting. She came in spite of the rush, or perhaps because of it, not to mention the act of making James watch us fuck, knowing that he would have to eat my cum straight from her twat.

When I came inside Holly, she giggled and then rushed over to James, yanking the panties out of his mouth to press her pussy against it. Pushing down on his head, she fed him a creampie straight from her cunt and he wasn't able to fight it off. I could soon tell that he had stopped fighting, however, and slurped away like nobody's business, which oddly didn't affect me one way or the other. I wasn't excited or disgusted, just bored. I reckoned that the flavors of Holly's snatch must have become more evident as there was left of my spunk left inside it now. James, however, was rather turned-on, as shown by his stiffening cock.

"I think that somebody loves it. Ride him. That's what he wants, right, James? You enjoy getting it on with black women, even though you're a racist. Hell, maybe it's because you're a racist. A taboo thrill. A kink. So, here's the plan. You ride him hard. Get that cock in you and use him as you please. He loves the idea of breaking rules. His. Society's. The Church's. Your pussy is forbidden fruit, honey. That makes it even sweeter. Make him cum inside you.

"Then we'll feed him when you're done, but keep him tied up for your pleasure and Shelly's. When the day is over, he goes home with you ladies and stays with you. He's your private pet after that. For life. Permanently. You have custody of him and he does what you say. 24/7. TPE ... Total Power Exchange. I don't ever want to see him in my shop again. He's your plaything and your responsibility.

"My plans for him have changed. The price for taking away Lisa's freedom while blackmailing her and trying to make her his whore is that he loses his freedom for life ... frankly, I think that he loves the idea. How kinky and taboo can you get? Look at his dick. It's hard as steel. You want to see the old order reversed, don't you? A white man serving two black women, I get it. Very unorthodox for a redneck like James," I smirked before leaving James in Holly's hands.

With that, I went to grab some Arby's on my lunch break and brought back an unusually large order that was obviously not just for me. James didn't get a choice. I got him the regular, classic Arby's sandwich, which I liberally dosed with horseradish sauce just to add to his torment. I also got him regular fries and a diet soda. I wasn't going to be but so nice to the guy, after all. Holly got her favorite, the Beef N'Cheddar with curly fries and a tall root beer. Shelly had earned a strawberry milkshake, plus one of their French Dip subs and some mozzarella poppers, which I knew that she loved. I had promised to be extra nice to her, after all, as thanks for that rather nice BJ that I had to regrettably end right then so that she could mind the store. As for me, well, I got my giant roast beef with curly fries and a Dr. Pepper.

The look on Shelly's face when I brought her that lunch was more than worth a little splurging, especially as she licked her lips repeatedly and suggestively while she ate it. Holly was very appreciative, too, and even James's irritation was muted, as he had gotten laid by two women that morning, which was more than he expected. Even the lower calorie version of the fast food that I got him was better than what he deserved, too. I must have been getting soft in my thirties or something.

"Now, James, what are you going to do when we let you go?" I asked him, grinning now.

"Go home with Holly and Shelly to serve them for life," James sounded resigned, but his dick was already semi-hard at the prospect.

"Don't sound so excited, James!" I said sarcastically, "besides, that's Mistress Holly and Mistress Shelly to you."

"He's a fraud, by the way. Mr. Cracker here is actually Puerto Rican. His real name is Jaime Lazaro Alvarez. Not sure why he was posing, but I doubt that he would have any place in the Aryan Brotherhood if he went to prison. He'll do as a slut boi for sure. Oh, don't worry. I still want your dick ... a lot. So does Shelly, I believe, but Jaime here will do quite nicely as a subbie pet. He'll meekly obey our every command. Won't you, Jaime?" Holly demanded.

"Yes, Mistress Holly!" Jaime agreed, having completely surrendered now to his destiny.

"We have two incomes, so he'll be the house husband. Mr. Mom. Won't you, Jaime?" Holly insisted.

"Yes, Mistress," Jaime smiled and accepted his lot.

"Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a clerk to fuck," I laughed as I went back upstairs, "Your turn to mind the shop."

"Works for me. I'm no slouch or slacker, as you know. I just had trouble keeping my hands off our captive there," Holly laughed as I kissed her and so did Shelly before she took over.

I unzipped Shelly's pantsuit and began fucking her in front of James as well, by which point, all pretense was gone. That motherfucker had been a complete dick and poser, but he was now exposed as a sham in every way. He was hard as a rock, especially knowing that he'd been inside her and would be again. I liked that I wouldn't have to see much of the guy in the future. Holly and Shelly were obviously going to keep him on a tight leash, which was just fine with me. He'd been there to serve them, not push others around, and he'd no longer control his own life, let alone another's.

Right then, the phone rang and it was Lisa, much to my amusement. She could hear from my voice that I was fucking someone, and it wasn't rocket science who that might be. I could hear the laughter over the phone as I continued grunting and pumping in and out of Shelly. I almost see her licking her lips, too.

"Honey, are you slamming it balls deep into Holly or Shelly? Or both?" Lisa snickered.

"Shelly for now. I did it with Holly earlier. Both are pretty damn good, too," I chuckled, "and just so you know, this is the first time I've done them."

"Well, if you had, I wouldn't have blamed you. I'm no angel or saint. I'm your slut wife ... but at least I'm yours, not James's. By the way, David, Amber, and me ... we really got it on good last night. I admit, I came more than twice, at least once from David with his wonderful cock and another time from Amber. Her tongue is amazing, honey. How were Missy and Michelle?" Lisa teased me a bit.

"Rather good, in fact. The ladies wore me out for sure. I slept like the dead when they finished with me. So did they. They woke me up once, though, and then I only got less than half an hour of sleep before waking up. As to how much they came, you'd have to ask them," I smiled for my part as Shelly came, "and ... damn, Shelly knows her stuff, too! She's a really good lay, honey."

"Good for them. Any other news?" Lisa asked me.

"Oh ... James came by. He caused a big ruckus, but he's much quieter now. The girls now own his ass and he knows it. He'll be moving in with them and serving them full-time, 24/7. He won't trouble us anymore. He's their plaything for life now," I declared after I came, prompting devious, maniacal laughter from Lisa.

"Very nice. I wonder if that means that Jonathan will still wear that cock cage. I hope that he doesn't keep it on for long. Still, that's a separate matter again. I take it that James is basically out of our life now," Lisa expressed relief.

"Yeah, and he's banned for life from the store. He's gonna be Susie Homemaker or Mr. Mom, or whatever, and stay home, doing whatever chores and living on whatever allowance the ladies give him. We might see him in the grocery store or something like that, but that's it. Oh, and he's really a Puerto Rican named Jaime Lazaro Alvarez. I wonder what else he's hiding, but it won't be my problem. It will be theirs," I referred to Holly and Shelly, "not sure about the cock cage."

"Did somebody say 'cock cage?' That could have its uses. We want to fuck Jaime, but he can kiss masturbation goodbye. When he cums, he cums on our terms, not his. Oh, and tonight, I'm gonna get him good with the strap-on and thigh harness. A pegging will put him in his place. Right, Shelly?" Holly showed that she was more dominant.

"You got that right," Shelly laughed; as did I, while Jaime's eyes widened in terror ... he could kiss his virgin ass goodbye.

Sure enough, at the end of the day, after a good deal more work and such, Holly and Shelly hustled a naked Jaime into their car, not bothering to take his clothes with them. I looked at them quizzically and they winked.

"Slaves don't wear clothes, just collars, right?" Holly remarked, making Jaime paler, even as he was hard as a rock, "and those fake-ass racist tattoos are coming OFF, ya hear me, bitch?"

I whistled as I closed up the shop for the day, unaware of just which greeting I would get home when I showed up at home, but already pleased with the day's events. A decent sales day for a Monday, plus fast food, vengeance on an enemy, and kinky sex with two ebony goddesses ... need I say more?