Chapter 9

“See, behold the smorgasbord!” Melanie declared as she rushed into my arms and made out with me.

Then Paige pulled Becca close for a deep tongue kiss. Next, Paige planted a French kiss on me, after which Janine, Heather, and Becca did so, too. They showed me quite the breakfast bonanza, from mango and papaya juice to slices of kiwi to English breakfast tea to hot, steamy coffee to chocolate crepes to French toast to sizzling bacon to hashbrowns to a Denver omelet that was impressive all by itself. I almost felt full just from seeing and smelling it.

“Wow, you ladies went all-out, didn’t ya?” I bragged on them while sitting down.

“I bet that he gets full in half an hour,” Becca grinned now.

“I say forty-five minutes before he stops,” Heather insisted.

“Stops or gets full, ‘cause that ain’t the same thing,” I observed.

“Stops!” Janine suggested.

“Yes, stops!” Melanie agreed.

“Stops,” Paige said as well while admiring Becca’s tan lines and dyed green hair.

“What are the stakes?” I asked now as I began digging in a bit.

“Winner gets to sit on Simon’s lap whenever she likes and dry hump him,” Heather proposed.

“For just today, or the whole lockdown?” Becca asked her.

“Whole lockdown!” Heather told her.

“But only when I’m actually seated,” I stipulated.

“Deal!” Heather agreed.

“Deal!” Becca grinned.

Well, I got pretty darn stuffed in about thirty-seven minutes. I chowed down and didn’t let the outcome motivate me at all. I was ravenous by now. I ate, ate, and ate, full of compliments for each of the cooks. Melanie in particular was tickled pink at the way that I devoured my breakfast. Those girls spoiled me rotten. They were so sweet to me! I felt like a king!

“Thirty-seven minutes, twenty-two seconds. Becca wins,” Heather acknowledged, not even slightly bothered by the results.

“Alright, Bro, let me ride!” Becca grinned wickedly, planting her sweet booty on my lap.

“That was fun ... any more bets, dares, or games?” Melanie asked now.

“Okay, Truth or Dare?” Janine suggested.

“I’ll bite!” Paige licked her lips now.

“It will give us something to do for a bit,” Heather observed, not at all perturbed that she lost.

“I’m game, but who asks the questions?” I wondered while my cock stiffened in response to Becca’s fine ass pressed against it.

“You, Bro!” Becca told me while deliberately rubbing her butt-crack against my prick.

“Okay, first up?” I inquired.

“You choose, Master,” Janine urged me with a grin while massaging my shoulders.

“Okay, then ... you. Truth or Dare?” I asked my sweet Iraqi slave girl.

“Truth!” Janine replied.

“Are you a ... complete submissive?” I probed.

“Yes, Master, I am. I love to serve ... but especially to serve you. You’re my Master. I found my rightful, natural owner ... and I’m so happy about it! I’ll do your bidding, whatever that is! I’m your horny little bitch! I’m your walking cum receptacle, Master! I’m your masseuse. I’m your valet. I’m your fucktoy! I ENJOY this, Master, I swear!” Janine told me while kissing the back of my neck.