Chapter 5

(Friday, May 31st)

When I woke up the next morning, I felt like I was a thousand years old. I didn’t have any alcohol to drink last night, but if there’s such a thing as having a “sex hangover,” I had it. Every muscle in my body was making its existence known.

It was true that I spent a good part of the evening doing little more than sitting in the Dream Chair and getting fucked and sucked by some very excitable and aroused women, but that was surprisingly exhausting. Besides, I’d spent the rest of the evening in my bed fucking Mindy and Sue Ellen in a much more proactive way. Both of them were insatiable, and since Mindy was still in denial over her bisexual leanings, most of their energies were focused on me. I felt bone tired.

It took me a long time before I finally admitted that I wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep. I sat up on my pillow, opened my eyes, and looked at my alarm clock. To my dismay, it was nearly noon!

“Uggggh...” I closed my eyes again. Doing just that much seemed too tiring for me.

But sleep wouldn’t come, and it was almost noon, so I reluctantly tried to rouse myself. Looking at the alarm clock again, I noticed a note next to it. I gave it a read:

Dear Hubby,
Congratulations on winning your new cock slave! You really are the cock of the walk today. Color me VERY impressed with the way you outdid yourself last night. We decided you deserve your rest. Your cell phone is right next to the clock. Give me a call if you want me to assist Sue Ellen with your morning tickle attack. I’d love to, but I’m also busy getting things ready for Nicky’s arrival. OH, and by the way, she’s spent the night halfway here at some hotel, so she’ll be here in the afternoon instead of the evening like we expected...
Love,
Your wife

P.S.- They said on the T.V. news this morning that the heat wave continues. Watch out, I think today is going to be a scorcher - in more ways than one!

I looked around and saw the cell phone was indeed there. Then I groaned again for good measure.

I was about to close my eyes yet again and try to mentally absorb just what had taken place last night when something in the note made me think. I’d assumed that I had woken up alone, but the note talked about assisting Sue Ellen with the tickle attack. I hadn’t looked in the opposite direction of the alarm clock, but I did now.

“Good morning, Master!”

Sure enough, Sue Ellen was stretched out on top of the covers, gloriously naked and just a foot or so away from me. She looked and smelled fresh as a daisy. Whereas I’m sure I had morning breath that could be legally classified as a lethal weapon.

“UGH!” I closed my eyes and felt every year of my age. My heart started pounding wildly since my body understood the implications while my mind was still catching up.

She chuckled. “My sentiments at first too, although I’m doing better now. Last night was really something, wasn’t it?”

I opened my eyes and gave her a closer look over. Daaaamyum! Who is this smoking hot BABE lying next to me? Jesus, those legs go on forever. That tan! Those tits! Such smooth skin. So fit all over. And that face! Wow, she’s got the complete package for sure. Aaaaaannnd ... she’s my sex slave! For real!

I must admit that last thought perked me right up. I was still what felt like a couple of years away from ever having an erection again, but at least I managed to sit up against the headboard and make myself semi-presentable. “Good morning to you. Wow!” I smiled and kept on checking out her fantastic female form.

Rather than reply, she smiled knowingly and stretched her body out like she was getting the kinks out. She appeared to be completely confident and content. She didn’t show the slightest bit of shame in striking a sexy position with her totally naked body.

It occurred to me, It looks like she’s been lying there for who knows how long, stretched out in a sexy pose but otherwise doing nothing at all. It’s as if she’s been waiting there just so I’d have a sexy sight to wake up to.

Then I realized, It’s not just “as if” - that’s probably exactly what it is! Shit! After all, she’s my motherfucking SEX SLAVE! Boom! Mind. Blown. Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick! Sex slaves do this kind of thing. They live to serve their master. Who happens to be me. Fuck!

That realization was like a splash of cold water on my face, and given my groggy state, I really needed one. She laid there with both hands pinned behind her head and her legs spread straight and wide. It was like she was waiting patiently for me to start exploring her body. Then I realized, again, that was exactly what she was doing!

“Hold on.” My mind and body weren’t ready, so I stalled for time. I got up and went to the bathroom for a morning pee. While I was there, I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I didn’t want to subject her to my kisses without brushing first.

I went straight back to bed, but I kept my hands off her, for now. Trying to act like things were normal, I asked her, “What day of the week is it anyway, Cupcake? I’m a bit out of sorts.”

Her face lit up just like someone flicked on a light bulb. “Oh, Master! I love it when you call me that!” She apparently tired of waiting for me to make the first move. She plastered herself against my front side, threw her arms around me, and gave me a big kiss on the lips.

I have to admit that her enthusiasm roused me a little more. But I was still far from feeling like a normal, living person.

When the kiss ended, she stared lovingly into my eyes from only a couple of inches away, with a smile from ear to ear. I was glad I’d just brushed my teeth, so she didn’t have to suffer through my dragon breath.

My dick was perhaps beginning to consider the possibility of growing erect, but the poor guy was as tired as I was. I noticed though that Sue Ellen had thrown my sheets back, probably to check how my penis was doing. That also enabled her to poke her hard nipples into my bare chest.

It was clear that she could barely contain her excitement in just being with me. Her tanned and toned body was squirming with excitement over mine. But it finally occurred to her to answer my question. “Oh. It’s Friday.”

Trying to continue in a semi-normal fashion, I asked, “Friday? So where’s my wife?”

“She’s downstairs. She just got home a little while ago. She took a half day at work, since Nicky is due home in a couple of hours. But don’t worry, Master. The rest of us have been taking care of things. You don’t have to do anything except ... enjoy yourself.”

The way she said “enjoy yourself” was filled with such an explicitly sexual promise that she could have given a marble statue a hard-on. Then she kissed me again. If her words somehow didn’t get my dick stiff, then her heartfelt kiss did.

She seemed to expect that, because in mid-kiss, and without even opening her eyes, her hand wandered over my crotch, found my weary penis, and helped stroke it to life.

I felt obliged to break the kiss and tell her, “Sorry, but I’m not really in the mood for any kind of sexual ... anything.” I frowned. “I’m just ... dead.”

My negative attitude didn’t lessen her sunny smile in the least. “I reckon you’re pooped, Master, since I had a lot to do with why.” My shameless minx gave me a self-satisfied grin that made me want to groan and beg for mercy. She continued, “But you have lots of cock slaves fixin’ to help you. Besides, you can’t go without your morning tickle attack, can you? You don’t want to break tradition.”

That made me smile. “I suppose not.”

Somehow, her smile grew still brighter as she said playfully, “It might even involve a little bit of tickling.” With that, she tickled my underarms, causing me to laugh as well as clench my arms to my sides.

She added in a particularly sultry voice, “And, of course, it might involve a lot of cock pleasuring too.” With that, she brought a second hand to my boner. The fingers of one hand focused on nothing but rubbing my sweet spot, while the fingers on the other hand roamed everywhere else.

Still, I tried to act normal and avoid sexually encouraging her. Pretending that she wasn’t slithering on top of me and jacking me off, I asked, “Cupcake, what have you been doing this morning?”

“Oh, just reading a book and waiting to serve my wonderful master. I woke up late too, though not as late as you did. So, you know, I did my morning shower and breakfast and running and exercising and all that. But I’m still kind of tired. You gave me SUCH a good fucking! That’s all anybody is talking about!”

“Anybody?” I took a deep whiff of her intoxicating perfume.

“Oh, you know, your slave-wife and your other slaves. We wouldn’t ever tell anyone else, obviously.” She’d been trying to hold herself back, but apparently she couldn’t contain herself with mere small talk anymore. She purred emotionally, “I love you so much!” Then she floored me with another nuclear kiss.

While we necked, I kissed back, but I also tried to take stock of what was going on. It’s a bit shameful to realize that my wife has already gone to work and come back home before I even woken up! Admittedly, she hadn’t been as active a sexual participant as I had been last night. But then again, Sue Ellen was arguably much more active than I was, since she did most of the work. Even when she, Min, and I had come back to the bedroom here, Sue Ellen rode me cowgirl more often than not. Yet she’s already gone running AND exercising, which apparently are two different parts of her workout regimen.

Ah, to be a teenager again!

On top of that, she was quite energetic on top of me. I thought about what she was doing to my stiff dick, and I decided that even though I felt completely exhausted, the way she was stroking my boner felt very nice indeed. I didn’t have to move or do anything at all, and the constant buzz of pleasure was helping to put me in a good mood.

I thought, Hey, I could get used to this “Master” life. Not too shabby! Especially with loyal and happy slaves like Sue Ellen. Shit, I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that she wants to be my “eternal cock slave” of her own free will. When I first met her, she wasn’t that striking, what between her ugly waitress outfit and her beaten down attitude. But she’s blossomed in recent days, and she looks absolutely fantastic in the nude! Whenever she smiles, which is most of the time, she glows. Such flawless, tanned skin. The truth is, she’s every bit as much of a total knockout as my two foxy daughters.

Fuuuuuuuck! They’re my sex slaves too! What the fuck?! I mean, I know that already of course, but sometimes being reminded of it whacks me upside the head just the same. What did I do to deserve this?! And Cindy too. It’s nuts! And Cupcake just called Min my “slave-wife.” Is that really true?!

Sue Ellen broke the kiss and closely inspected my face. I wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but then she asked, “You’re in a kind of state of disbelief, aren’t you? You’re wondering how it’s possible that I want to be your cock slave, not to mention how you ‘scored’ all your other slaves.”

“How did you know?!”

Her ever-present smile widened. “Mindy told me. I think she knows you better than you know yourself. She warned me this would happen when you started to get moody a few minutes after waking up. Now, I could lie here on top of your yummy, hunky, cum-filled body and try to explain it all with words. But what’s the point of that? Mindy warned me that you’re kind of ‘incurably modest’ anyway. Or ... Master...”

She started to slither down my body. “Or ... I could show you how much I love and adore you with my body. With my mouth! With my tongue and my lips! I’ve been thinking and planning all morning about how I’m going to reward you for officially enslaving me last night by orally serving you for hours and hours!”

She moved fast, and she was already holding my boner and staring at it lovingly from mere inches away. “The whole time I was exercising, I was thinking about sucking your cock. Mmmm ... I have so many things I want to do to the King ... Aaaah ... It looks so tasty!”

She appeared to shiver from head to toe right as her tongue snaked out and made contact with it. “Our plan is to get you to adjust to the new reality by overwhelming you with constant sexual pleasure!”

She was already licking circles around my cockhead when she added, “This is what cock slaves do. This is what we’re good at. We serve and love cock! YOUR cock! OH! I love it SO MUCH!” With that, she craned her mouth open wide and engulfed my cockhead.

I groaned lustily. AH! Fuuuuck! What can I say? I think they’ve broken me. Rather than complain, I decided to just kick back and enjoy it. And that was very easy to do, because she was so dedicated to doing a great job.

It was an extra delight just watching her face. At first, her eyes were as wide as possible, registering alarm at the sheer thickness of my member. Clearly, the act of engulfing it wasn’t getting much easier for her. But her fear quickly morphed to lust as she successfully wrapped her lips around it and started to suck. After less than half a minute, her expression showed she’d been transported to a very happy place.

At first, she bobbed on it with abandon, as if she just couldn’t get enough of it. But before long, she settled down to a rather relaxed pace. I figured that she’d had her fill of hard, fast, and frantic sex last night, and now she just wanted some lazy and prolonged one-on-one time with her master’s cock. It’s true that she constantly used both of her hands as well as her lips and tongue, but it was a matter of how she used them. She did everything slow and easy. It was clear that she wanted to be between my legs for the long haul.

Time passed.

I looked around the room and noticed the huge bed that had been under the Dream Chair last night was now leaning up against the wall in my bedroom. It was so big that it barely fit from floor to ceiling. It occurred to me that the natural plan would be to remove the bed I was on now and replace it with this much bigger one. Then, if we got cozy, there would be room for me, my wife, and all of my cock slaves to get a good night’s sleep in the same bed.

What a heady thought that was! My imagination ran wild as I pictured the countless orgies that we would almost certainly someday have in this very room. Fuck, man. I am a harem master. I do have cock slaves, amazing and constantly horny slaves. Min’s right that I am “incurably modest,” but it is time for me to adjust to this new reality, as Sue Ellen said. What’s so bad about this? Nothing! Is it decadent to be woken like this every morning? Yeah, but so the fuck what? Who is it hurting? Nobody.

And you could argue that it’s a waste of time, but I waste hours of my day every day. If I’m going to “waste my time,” then what better way to do it than getting my cock sucked by a brand new and completely adorable cock slave who seems to love and even live for this kind of thing?