Chapter 23

(Thursday, June 6th)

I woke up to a sensation of intense pleasure. It took a couple of seconds for me to figure out that my cockhead was completely enveloped in a warm, wet mouth, while one of my balls was inside yet another lovely, warm, wet mouth. Both mouths weren’t doing much lip action, but they made up for it with lots of sensual yet busy tongue work.

My cock and balls were being pampered and adored. I was already in heaven!

As I came to full consciousness, I had a nagging feeling that something was wrong, but I couldn’t figure out just what it was. I put that mystery aside to first solve another mystery: just who was doing what to me. Normally, I could tell right away due to their individual cocksucking styles, but even after I was wide awake, my brain was still playing catch up. I could tell it wasn’t Mindy, since I knew her style the best, but beyond that, I was at a loss.

I opened my eyes, but I still couldn’t see. I realized my cock slaves must have put a sleep mask over my eyes. (I wear one from time to time, usually if I’m trying to take a nap in bright conditions.) I reached up and felt it there, just to make sure I wasn’t going blind or the room wasn’t pitch black. That was strange and new, but I figured they must have their reasons. Perhaps they thought it would help me concentrate on the pleasure they were giving me and eliminate distractions.

I thought, How great is it that I get to wake up to the joy of a double blowjob? But not only that, I have one awesome wife and four equally awesome cock slaves, so I can’t even tell at first who’s blowing me! Man! With all the awfulness in the world - war, famines, disease, genocides, corruption, cruelty, and on and on - how lucky am I to live this charmed life?! Is this how it’s going to be from now on? Man! No way!

I reached out and felt the head of the woman engulfing my cockhead. To my surprise, she was wearing some sort of hat. It had no brim, and felt like it was made out of velvet or felt, which was strange. Even so, I was starting to sense the head belonged to Cindy, mostly due to feeling her haircut below the hat. But then I got another and much more curious surprise: the ears were pointy, like a Vulcan’s! I used both hands to check both ears, and sure enough, there was no doubting it.

I heard giggles coming from that head, and then from the other head. Obviously, they’d realized that I was wide awake and had noticed the strange ears. Cindy started using her lips more actively, now that she knew I was up.

The other woman switched to sucking on my other testicle, while also using her hands more actively to stroke my shaft. I had a feeling that was Sue Ellen, though I couldn’t be sure.

I brought a hand back to my face and pulled the sleep mask from my eyes. I just had to see what was going on with the hat and the pointy ears, as well as quickly confirm who was doing what to me.

It turned out to be Cindy bobbing on top, with Sue Ellen taking care of my balls. Both of them were wearing green archer’s caps, pointy in front and with a feather sticking out in back, like what you’d expect Robin Hood to wear. And both of them were wearing ear prosthetics that made their ears pointy. Other than that, they were completely nude.

I had to chuckle at the strange sight.

Sue Ellen pulled her lips off my balls and lifted her head to make eye contact with me. “Good morning, Master!” Then she pretended to get upset. “Hey! No peeking!”

I chuckled some more. “What’s with the hats and ears?!”

Sue Ellen was smiling from ear to ear as she explained, “We’re your sex elves.”

I was thinking Vulcan ears, but I realized they worked as elf ears too. I had to chuckle some more.

Since Cindy was busy with her talented bobbing, Sue Ellen reached up to my face and pulled the sleep mask back over my face. “There. That’s better. Now, Master, please, keep it that way. I know you’re the master and give all the orders, but can you give us the freedom to get a little creative in how we lovingly serve your cock?”

I was highly amused, and pleased. I had to chuckle some more. Who can disagree with that? Man, my life is so great! How could things possibly be this good in such a fucked up world?!

I told her, “Okay. I’ll let you two run wild. Famous last words, probably. But who let two sex elves into the house? Cindy and Sue Ellen are going to be upset at that. And what is a ‘sex elf, ‘ anyway?”

Both women giggled with glee, including Cindy as she kept right on bobbing.

Sue Ellen explained, “I don’t know exactly. But when we woke up extra early to plan out our cock attack, Cindy mentioned something about sneaking in here as quiet as an elf, so we wouldn’t wake you too soon. It kind of spiraled from there.” She went back to working on my balls.

About a minute later, they switched positions. That freed up Cindy’s mouth so she could talk, and she said, “I don’t really know what a sex elf is either, but it makes us feel extra sexy. Master, you make serving the King so much fun!”

I wanted to point out that I didn’t do much at all, except to provide the cock. It was all them who make the sexual magic. They’re wonderful in every way, and somehow I get the lucky benefit. But I knew that sort of talk would annoy them, so I simply grunted in lusty approval and otherwise stayed silent.

I slipped the sleep mask over my eyes while I decided to do what they wanted me to do: I tried to shut out all my other senses and fully revel in the pleasure they were giving me.

That was great, of course. Maybe it was a psychological thing, since having a sleep mask on was essentially the same as keeping one’s eyes shut tight, but I felt I could savor the experience better than usual.

Then I felt something strange ... something HOT on my shaft! It wasn’t hot in a dangerous way, but in more of a strange and startling way. I realized that Cindy had put on a glove, and that glove must have gotten toasty in the oven or something like that, because it was definitely heated up. I didn’t know what to think about that, since it was something new.

A few seconds later, Cindy’s other hand disappeared and then reappeared, giving me another surprise. She’d put a glove on that hand too, and it was uncommonly cold! Again as with the hot glove, it wasn’t so extreme as to be painful, just startling.

Then, while Sue Ellen continued her bobbing turn, Cindy used both hands to stroke and fondle the rest of my shaft and my balls. Not only had I never experienced anything quite like this in all my years of sex with Mindy, I’d never even heard of it.

After just a few seconds, Cindy asked eagerly, “Well, Master?! What do you think?!”

I searched my feelings to see how much I liked this. I quickly realized I liked it a lot. Cindy kept moving her hands in unexpected ways, taking one hand or the other off my privates and then putting them somewhere new, so I never knew what would happen next, and if I would get a jolt of hot or cold.

I said, haltingly, due to being overwhelmed with so much pleasure, “I ... I really like this! It’s like ... it practically doubles ... the intensity of ... everything!”

That got a big reaction. Sue Ellen pulled her mouth off my cock, and then I heard a smacking sound. I couldn’t see, due to the sleep mask, but I knew exactly what happened: Cindy and Sue Ellen looked to each other and shared a triumphant high five. I loved how excited they got over such little things. Clearly, they enjoyed the sex slave life and took it very seriously.

Then I heard Sue Ellen exclaim, “Master! I’m so happy!” As if I’d given her a diamond necklace or something, instead of them spoiling ME rotten. I felt her body lower onto mine, with her big tits against my chest, and then her lips met mine. We shared a scorching hot kiss, where she practically overwhelmed me with her lusty enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, Cindy went back to her cocksucking, while continuing to use her hot-and-cold-gloved hands to drive me wild with her stroking. That actually took up more of my attention than her expertly employed oral skills.

I was just starting to mentally cope with all of these different wonderful sensations when Sue Ellen broke the kiss. However, I sensed her breathing down on my face, and I heard her say, “Master, try this!” She proceeded to feed something into my mouth.

I was shocked to realize that it was the tip of a Payday candy bar. I should make clear that I used to have a soft spot for Paydays, as I enjoyed peanut-y flavor. However, I’d pretty much given up on eating them and any other candy bar a few years ago, as I realized I was getting older and I’d have to take better care of my health. Mindy definitely approved and encouraged me, while she also cooked and ate healthier foods.

So having a Payday candy bar slip into my mouth was a totally unexpected surprise. I bit off a piece and chewed it. I must admit that it tasted damn good, and I wondered why I ever gave it up. Then I remembered, Oh yeah. The sugar. Too much sugar!

After a finished eating a couple of bites, I spoke up. “Okay, slaves, what gives? Not only do you wake me up with a double blowjob sex elf surprise, but then the hot and cold gloves, AND the Payday. How did you even know I have a secret thing for those? You’re spoiling me rotten! I’m overwhelmed!”

The two of them snickered and giggled in glee, like naughty schoolgirls who had just gotten away with a sneaky trick.

Sue Ellen put the Payday in my hand and then slipped back down my body to rejoin the fun centered on my cock and balls. As she resumed licking one of my balls, she said, “Master, maybe it’s a bit much, but we have SO MANY ideas about the different ways to pleasure your cock. The food-related possibilities could fill a couple of pages! With the sex boycott starting today, we couldn’t resist trying out a few, since who knows when we’ll get our next chance.”

I’m sure she didn’t realize it, but her words put a frown on my face. Shortly after waking, I’d sensed there was something wrong, but I’d put it out of my mind due to being so distracted with erotic pleasure. Now I remembered what it was: The total sex boycott! Damn!

But it also occurred to me that Sue Ellen in particular was a very obedient slave, and it seemed totally out of character for her to violate the sex boycott so blatantly. There had to be some excuse or reason. Then I recalled the note Cindy had written me last night, asking me to either wake her up for her promised last time with me before the sex boycott began, or postpone that time until tomorrow morning. I also remembered that Sue Ellen had been there and I told her I’d go for the postponement option.

Thus, there wasn’t a problem at all. This was allowed by my own words. True, I’d only given permission for Cindy, but no doubt Sue Ellen figured that if one mouth on my cock was okay, what was the harm of a second mouth? It was pushing the envelope a bit, but I couldn’t blame her for wanting to love and serve me one more time. After all, the plan had been that the three of us would fool around before we went to sleep together.

So I wasn’t upset with either of them. But I was disappointed to realize that the sex boycott would be starting just as soon as this morning fun was over. And that could go on for days, if not weeks!

Then I thought back to other memories from yesterday. It was almost like getting zapped by a Taser as I thought, SONIA! JANE! WHOA! Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick! I got intimate with Sonia AND Jane, two of the hottest women on the planet! Man! Sonia, with her magic hips and molten hot cunt! God, that anger sex was the best! And Jane with ... well Jane! I didn’t actually do much with her, but we played around enough for me to know that she’s as sexy as she looks! Damn! Those gigantic tits! So perfect! And what a face!

I realized that I’d been just holding the Payday candy bar in my hand and not actually eating it. I took a bite and thought, Mmmm. Yum. It’s probably for the best that stays on my forbidden list, but still, I can enjoy just one. Last chance before the sex boycott, right?

Anyway, it’s not like I’m not totally adoring what my two “sex elves” are doing to me. But I miss my two little Hellions! I’ll be so glad when this sex boycott is over. It kind of feels like it’s starting today, but that’s not really true. It’s been going on for a few days already. Plus, I’ll still get to have sex with Jane and Sonia, so I’m not exactly suffering. Hell, sexually, between what I’m enjoying now and the date with Jane, today is already guaranteed to be a GREAT day! But still, I miss Shelle and Ruby.

I can’t say I miss Mindy all that much, since we had such a great fuck yesterday, and I’ve been seeing her a fair amount in general. But I’ll be sleeping alone from now on, so I’ll be missing her more and more. Things are definitely going to get tough, even with Jane and Sonia as very fantastic distractions.

I tried to turn my mind off and just bask in the joy of what Cindy and Sue Ellen were doing to me. While I’d been so distracted thinking, they’d switched positions again.

Not only that, but a few minutes and another position switch later, Sue Ellen put on a pair of hot and cold gloves too. Hers were “fresh out of the oven” - or wherever they came from, which was a real mystery - which meant her hands were even hotter and colder, respectively. That was well timed, since Cindy’s gloves inevitably began returning back to normal.

For a while, maybe, five minutes or so, I was so high on lust that I couldn’t think at all. The gloves in particular were a real distraction, due to the way that they would leave my privates and then surprise me on a different spot. That distracted me much more than the blowjob action. It was as if the sucking was creating a solid base of sexual joy, and then the hands were building on top of that, constantly creating peaks of particular intense pleasure. Frankly, it was so great that it was a rare moment when I remembered to take another bite of my Payday bar.

But by and by, both sets of gloves returned to normal temperature and then were taken off to allow for tantalizing skin on skin contact. I was able to get back to some thinking, and I finally remembered last night’s video chat with Nicky. That was distressing. Clearly, things went too far. But I resolved not to think about it until I was alone, because my “sex elves” were likely to distort my thinking.

The double blowjob continued for a surprisingly long amount of time. After at least half an hour, I began to suspect they covered my eyes at least in part so I couldn’t see the alarm clock and figure out what time it was! Clearly, they wanted to prolong the joy as long as possible.

They also wanted to go through an entire bag of tricks. Cindy sat on my face, and I was able to eat her through a big orgasm. Then Sue Ellen took her place and I ate her out too. That made me glad, because not only did I enjoy it a great deal, but I wanted to do more to please them, since they were spoiling me so very much.

But they didn’t stop there. Each of them put one glove back on at various times and probed deep into my anus, stimulating my prostate. There was a heck of a lot of that, and it was a wonder I didn’t cum from that alone. In fact, I almost came three times, and each time they used the “squeezing the base of the shaft tightly” trick to cheat the result. It turned into a truly epic suck session.

From time to time, they introduced various props. For instance, they pulled out a long feather and proceeded to tickle me with it, reminding me that this was a “tickle attack” after all. But they also used it a lot more to brush my cock or balls, making me shiver and giving me goose bumps.

By and by, I finished my Payday. That was the best candy bar I’d ever eaten!

Eventually, their tongues grew tired, and they switched to more of a titfucking focus. That seemed to give them a second wind. (Whereas I was on about my eighth wind by that point.) They titfucked me in every combination, including trapping my cock between both sets of tits and having one do the titfucking while the other sucked on the top.

I think they planned to keep going all day! At one point, I peeked out from under my sleep mask and noticed a box by the bed, and also an ice cooler. It looked like they had even more tricks and props they planned on using. The ice cooler explained how they’d kept the cold glove cold, but I wondered how they kept the hot one hot. They wouldn’t tell me, saying that sex elves have to keep some secrets.

However, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but I could only take that much heavy stimulation for so long. It was mentally exhausting, like riding on a non-stop wild roller coaster for hours. Eventually, I told them no more squeezing tricks were allowed. Not long after that, I deliberately let go.

I did give them a few seconds of warning though, so they’d be able to present their faces side by side. I figured that was the least I could do, after they’d worked so hard. Sure enough, they shut their eyes tight and squealed with delight as I blasted my cum load all over their gorgeous facial features.

By that time, I was so overcome by extreme sexual arousal that I could barely think straight. I could sense that I was likely to fade into unconsciousness before long. That was a shame, because it meant I was going to miss out on the inevitable face licking ritual. There are few sights I love more than seeing my slaves dreamily licking my cum off each other’s faces.