0 comments/ 12559 views/ 0 favorites The Slavescapades Ch. 03 By: Steranter Morgan awoke to light suddenly blaring into her room as the curtains were opened, quickly pulling her duvet over her face. "Sorry Miss, but the Master wishes you present for breakfast." Morgan let out a sigh into her pillow before pushing herself up into sitting. "Thank you, Claire." The maid had opened Morgan's wardrobe for her, and lifted out an outfit for her. Morgan stretched briefly then got out of bed, and wandered over to the older lady. Unlike the other two girls, Morgan had developed an accord with the staff, and Claire was no different. In fact, Claire had been the Master's old slave before Morgan has replaced her 6 months ago, had been retired by the Master and given a job as the maid instead. And for that, Morgan had great respect. "What's with the new clothes?" She ventured, eyeing out the garment Claire laid out on the bed for her. "Ah, the Master's new idea. Every morning he sees you three, or rather those two, trying to outwhore each other for his benefit, and has decided that Monday to Friday, you will wear a specific uniform. Each one is different, and this is yours for today." Claire lifted Monday's uniform infront of Morgain and examined it, a breastless-crotchless black lace skin-tight bodystocking. "Well, it'll compliment your figure at least." Morgan took it from her, stripped in front of the maid and gingerly pulled it on. It covered her body from her collar bone, over her arms and hands down to her toes, leaving her nipples and cunt open. She examined herself in the mirror, "Well, the Master is taking the other two to the office. If Forbes wants me to wear something else, I can change." Claire uttered a noise of surprise, covering it with a cough before enquiring gently. "Forbes?" "Oh!" Morgan chuckled, cupping her breasts as she still looked at herself in the mirror. "It's the staff servicing today and I'm doing it." "You are?" Claire couldn't help but smile at the girl, stepping back to watch her. There was a little resentment here, but she couldn't help but like Morgan. "He normally brings people in for it." Morgan nodded. In her sixth months as the Master's slave, she had only performed sexual acts on his staff once, and that was sucking Edwards' dick while he was driving, just for her master's amusement. He normally ordered a seperate girl to come in and look after his staff on their contract given day off. "Well, I guess he's got three of us now, so doesn't need to." She gave her nipples a little rub before letting go of her breasts and turning to Claire. Claire, she knew, was what she would one day become, if she was lucky. Once she was retired from being a slave, she would be given the job of helping look after them, and while old compared to her, Claire was only in her late forties, still attractive, still tight, still sexual and very sexy. Well, servicing the staff means her too, Morgan mused to herself and as she passed Claire, gave her a little pat on the bum. "I guess I'll be seeing you later then." At Claire's young sounding giggle, Morgan laughed as well, then made her way down to the dining room for breakfast. As she walked in, it became apparent that she was the only one wearing her true Monday uniform; the other two had been provided something to wear at the office. Alexis was wearing a grey suit skirt, with side rips up to her ass, and a black blouse, and Cassie a similiar skirt but in black and a blue blouse. They both eyed her up as she came in, notably a little smirky at their honour of getting to go to the office today, and looking down at Morgan for her job. Morgan on the other hand just didn't care, and sat there with a small pleasant smile on her face as her Master sat down. Forbes arrived with breakfast for them all, and twenty minutes later the Master got up and led his slaves to the Foyer. Morgan stood next to Edwards and Forbes as the Master bid them farewell for the day. "Alexis is going to drive me there today, so that Edwards might have his day. We'll be back around four, four thirtyish, so you have until then, Morgan." With that, he turned and led his two slaves out of the door. As soon as they had reached the bottom of the steps and went towards the car, Forbes closed the door and spun around to face Morgan, looking her over. "Now this will not do. We want something more... uncovering." Morgan took an involuntary step backwards, right onto Edwards, who nudged his knee firmly into the back of hers, causing her legs to go out from under her. "You're right Forbes, but before we make her get changed..." He allowed a chuckle, moving down behind her as he unzipped his trousers. Forbes grinned, leerishly, and followed suit, unzipping his trousers and lifting out his old and hefty cock. "Excellent idea, Edwards." With that, he looked down as Morgan, pressing on her shoulders for her to be on her hands and knees and rubbed his quickly stiffening member to her lips. "First we shall spitroast you, then you will go and get changed into something a little more bare, then you will go and collect Harris, then the chef, then meet us in the lounge." Morgan barely had time to agree before he forced his cock into her mouth, while Edwards pushed into her cunt from behind. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, well aware that they would be doing the majority of the work for her at this point. As Forbes dug his hands into her hair and pulled her face onto his wide cock, she felt the red hot tingle return to her, and while Edwards was fucking her hard from behind, she wished it was Forbes inside her cunt. Still, he was fucking her mouth harder, sending his dick down her throat with each thrust. Rocking back and forth as Edwards rammed into her, she kept her eyes on that disgusting old man fucking her mouth. Then he leant in, putting one of his hands under her and gripped one of her tits, as he forced the entire length of his cock into her mouth. With her nosed pressed up to him, she could only gag lightly as he throat fucked her, filling up her whole mouth and throat with his cock, and with that she felt him take his hand off of her tit and put it on her throat, and squeeze. Already short on breath, she started squirming under him, but Edwards smacked her ass hard as she did. "Give me your hands whore." Forbes gripped her hair and held her up as she lifted both hands off of the floor and put her arms behind her back, and shuddered as Edwards gripped her wrists with both hands and pulled on them, fucking her even harder as he pulled her onto him. Morgan made silent moaning noises and gasped for breath, finding none as he gripped her throat even harder, until finally her eyes closed and she passed out. --- In the mean time, the Master and the girls had arrived at the Master's company building. He had led them upstairs and to his office, leaving Alexis at the receptionist's desk. He had given both his PA and the receptionist the day off, and gave Alexis strict instructions. "Anyone wants to come in, you make buzz me on the intercom, then make them wait exactly six minutes, then send them in." Alexis had nodded and sat down behind the reception, pouting as her master left and went into his office with Cassie, closing the door behind them. Inside, the Master sat down on his big leather chair and reclined it back, turning it towards the the windows that made up one wall of his office. "Lift up your skirt and come here Cassie" he ordered, and she obeyed, walking around the front of his chair, however when she tried to climb onto him face to face he stopped her, waving his finger around for her to turn around. She complied, and hitched up her skirt as she leant back to sit on him, while he undid his belt and trousers and pulled out his cock. He manouvered her to press her ass down on his cock, allowing her to pull apart her ass cheeks, shuddering as the bulbous head pressed against her assring. She pressed down and slowly he forced her open, sliding into her ass as she sat down on him, putting her full weight and moaning as his full length pushed inside her. Once she was sat on him, he reached around her pulled open her shirt and released her overly ample breasts into the air and into sight, and then pulled both of her legs wide apart, letting them rest on the arms of his chair. He pressed her head to the side, giving him room to bite into her neck, sucking on it briefly as he hooked his fingers down to her cunt, pulling open the lips and rubbing her clit. "Now ride me." Cassie struggled for a moment, then using her arms lifted slightly and dropped onto his cock again, moaning as he fiddled with her cunt, while she stared out straight ahead, through the windows to the building on the otherside. She could see people across there, and a window cleaner and some builders on the roof, though none had yet noticed her spread open vagina or her bouncing tits, though as her master pressed his two of his fingers into her cunt, she hoped they would. She moaned, leaning back into him, pressing down on his cock and instead of riding him, started working her ass muscles around him. She smirked a little to herself; Morgan was a wide open bucket, cunt and ass, and this would surely put her in his favour more so than she was now, having been chosen over Morgan to come in and then chosen over Alexis to be fucked. She was still gripping the chair, listening to her Master's heavy breathing as she clamped around his cock and he pushed his two fingers further inside her in sync to it, when the intercom buzzed. "Er, a Mr.. uh, Haines to see you see." He pulled his hand out of her cunt and reached over to hit the button on the intercom. "Okay, 6 minutes." He leant around and gripped one of her bouncing tits, squeezing it and then pinching her nipple. "Better fuck me fast then slave... you arent getting off till I'm finish. And look, you're being watched." He lifted her chin to the window cleaner and the builders, whom had both noticed the show and had turned to watch. Cassie did not go red, merely spread her legs a little further and started bouncing up and down on his cock, tensing hard as she lifted herself up and then dropped down on him, furiously forcing his cock into her ass. Wiping sweat off of her brow, she check the clock infront of her: two minutes. He suddenly swung the chair around to its normal place at the desk, lifted both of her feet onto the desk to give her something to press up from, also to bare her to whomever came through the door. Another minute passed of her dropping onto his cock and he still had not finish, and he hissed at her: "If they come in and you're still there, I'm going to tie you up and leave you for days... let Morgan and Alexis punish you." With that, Cassie slammed down onto him as hard as she could, and it took only thirty seconds of that to finish him. He spurted his thick cum into her ass, but at the same time she could hear Alexis say "Go right ahead, Mr Haines" and a silhoutte appeared at the door. Cassie leapt off of her master's lap and quickly placed his cock back into his trousers and zipped him up, pulling her skirt down as she stood to the left of his desk. The man came in and shook his head, looking back at Alexis. "Nice looking girl Flynn, but dim as hell... kept calling me Mr Haines." "Jesus Bill, sorry... my girl is off sick and that's what the temp agency sent me." At that moment, the Master turned to look where Mr Harrety as he was actually named bemused gaze had gone to, and frowned as he saw Cassie's shirt still wide open and bunched over her massive drooping breasts. "Girl, sort yourself out." He snapped, then turned back to Mr Harrety. "So Bill, what can I do for you?" ---- Morgan awoke at some point, though she was unsure how long she had been out, with her cheek pressed to the foyer's tiled floor. She lay there for a moment, before the reasons why flooded back and she let out a little smirk, before pushing herself back onto her knees. It was then, almost simultaenously that she realised she was both naked, and could feel the warm trickle of sperm coming from not just her cunt, but also her ass. "Dirty bastards" she grinned to herself, and stood up. Now what had he told her to do? "Oh! Get changed," she remember, and headed up the steps and made her way towards her room. The tingling feeling had not yet left her cunt and had returned as soon as she regained consciousness: she surmised it would not leave until well after Forbes had had her properly. Resisting the urge to begin playing with herself, she ducked into her room. On the bed lay only a black simple thong, which she promptly pulled on, assuming that was all she was being asked to wear. With that, she turned and went on the next part of her tasks: to find Harris the gardener. On he way out, she didn't run into any of the other staff, and quickly made her way outside into the grounds. The master had a sizeable amount of land around his house, mostly garden with a few wooded areas with a gardening hut situated in off to the side. It was to this that she made her way, finding herself niether too warm nor too cold as she walked around mostly naked. She found herself gently rubbing one of her nipples as she searched, and running her fingers over her throat where he had choked her, hoping it was not a one time occurence. As she approached the shack, she peered through the windows, seeing nothing, and knocked on the door. There was no answer, but as she began to open the door, a voice came from behind her. "Oi, what're you doing in there, love?" She spun around to find Harris, a man of similar age to Mr Forbes but far less well-aged, with a balding head and white whiskers coming out of his chin, underneath a mouth missing a fair few teeth, standing infront of her, not even remotely suprised by her nudity. "Well?" "Uh, I'm here to collect you, Mr Forbes sent me. It's the staff's servicing today." The man infront of her visible deflated at that, kicking the grass. "Aww, I was hoping it would be the big titted bitch the Master recently got..." he mumbled off, before he dropped the trowel he was holding, and unzipped his pants. "Ah well, beggars can't be choosers. Lie down then, love." "But..." She started to try and explain that they were to go to the house, but he silenced her and she quickly dropped onto the grass, spreading her legs automatically. She did not want this man like she wanted Forbes to fill her up with cock, though she would happily take a fucking, desperate for something between her legs to fill her up, however as he pushed his trousers down off of his legs and climbed on her, she was disappointed. He moved over her with her head between his legs and his head between hers. He stroked his cock briefly before pressing it to her bare breasts. "Push your tits together for me." Blinking, she lifted both her hands and pressed her breasts together, where he placed his hardening cock into the crevice and started titty fucking her. He dipped his head between her legs, arching his back so he could reach her cunt, and pulled her thong to the side, sticking his tongue inside of her while he slide his cock in between her breasts. He started groaning as he rocked on her, before he lowered his ass slightly, lifting his head briefly from her cunt. "Stick your tongue in my arsehole, girl and squeeze your tits tighter together." He kept rocking back and forth, while she responded, pressing her breasts together and pushing them closer around his cock. But on the first request, she delayed briefly, causing him to slap her thigh. "Put your tongue in my fucking arsehole you filthy fucking whore." And with that and no further waiting, she leant her head up and pressed her tongue to his asshole. As soon as her tongue touched him and let out a mighty groan, speeding up as he fucked her titties, pressing back on her, willing her to delve her tongue deeper into his dirty ring. She responded in kind, moaning as he ate out her cunt, all while pressing and squirming her tongue into his tight sphincter, trying her best to ignore the taste while she spread her legs further, letting him delve his face further inside her. He stopped titty fucking her as he drew close, leaning back to kneel over her mouth and decended down onto her, forcing her mouth full of his ass, stroking his hard and throbbing member. Moments later, he came, letting cum splatter all down her front, and he grinned, staying over her face and let her lap at his asshole alittle longer. Finally, it felt to Morgan like an age had passed, Harris stood up, picking up his trousers and putting them on. "The lounge then, eh?" and without another word he took off, leaving Morgan lying there, covered in his semen. She took a deep breath then reached down to pull her thong back into place. She looked down at her tits, giving them a gentle rubbing better, before she rolled over onto her front and carefully wiped the semen on the grass. She then stood up, and headed towards the house to find the Chef. ---- Harrety finally left and the Master stormed, going over to Cassie and striking her across the face. "You dirty filthy whore!" He then marched over to the intercom, ordered Alexis inside and gave her a quick slap across the face as she entered. "Both of you, on your knees." He turned and marched back to his desk, sitting down and reaching into his trousers to rub his erect dick. "Alexis, at least try to get the man's name right when he's waiting for me. Now Cassie, you go out there and see if you can't be a bit more presentable, and get me Robertson. Cassie, I want you to get under my desk." He moved his chair back, letting the girl bend over and crawl under there, kneeling in the cavity of the desk. He lifted out his cock again, and moved the chair forward. "Okay Cassie. This meeting will take an hour. I want you to suck my dick throughout. I also want you to fist yourself, and I want you to cum. Twice. If I hear one little peep out of you, when we get back, I will tie you up and let Cassie whip you until you pass out. Got it?" Cassie nodded, and leant up to take his dick into her mouth. He lowered his chair a little to make it slightly easier, and she pressed her fingers into her cunt, starting with two. She hadn't yet been fisted by him, and worried that her cunt would not be able to such an action pleasurably yet. And just as Cassie had, she thought of Morgan and sniggered, thinking of that bitch's canyon of a cunt. She slowly eased her fingers in, joining them by a third and started fucking herself, sucking on his cock gently, and as she entered her fourth finger into her, all pressed together in a phallic shape, she heard the door open as Robertson entered. She thanked God that he hands were so small as she kept fucking herself with her hand, spreading her legs further as she leant up to take his cock further into her mouth. She felt him press his hip forward, sliding further into her, while she lifted one hand into his trousers to cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. Still fucking herself, she slowly pressed her thumb into her cunt with her other fingers, still making a phallic shape with them, but that would not do. Still pressing it in and out of her, she tried to wear her cunt larger, forcing her fingers in passed her knuckles and up towards the beginning of her thumb, and then she let out a moan. She closed her mouth further over his cock, shoving more in while she suckled on him, and hoped it had not been heard. ---- Morgan made her way, more quickly than she would have admitted, to the kitchen, slipping through the dining room and the servants passage and into the kitchen, still seeing no one on her way there. The kitchen was dark, and at first she couldn't see anyone in there; then she found him. "Ah, Mr Resten, I'm here to collect you. We're going to the lounge for your servicing." The Slavescapades Ch. 04 Yesterday, had been an interesting day. Morgan had witnessed the punishments of both Cassie and Alexis for their failures at the office, and Morgan had been left to simply observe and enjoy, bathing in the success of her own sexually satisfying endeavors with the staff and in being in the Master's favour for it. Alexis, small and petite, had been strapped down onto the four-legged wooden stile in the sex den and had one of the fucking machines set up behind her, pounding her for a fair few hours. Where as Cassie had been whipped by the master, and by the end of the day was covered in welts and bruises. Morgan had enjoyed her sister slaves receiving punishment, but had no illusions that it had made her the favourite. Indeed, it had not been her bell this morning that had summoned her to the Master's bedroom. The noise had awoken her, but the Master had new toys to play with, and she had subsequently gone back to sleep, idly musing on what she might do that day. At an appropriate time, she arose and dressed into her uniform of the day (which consisted simply of two thin leather straps tied above and below her breasts, and a thong) and went downstairs for breakfast. She found her usual mango waiting for her on the table, for the Master controlled what they ate and was very careful about her putting on any weight, and she sat down, picked up her spoon and started on it. Not long after, Cassie entered, looking smug, if not a little pained, as she sat down at the top end of the table. "Still not calling for you in the morning, eh Morgan?" She preened, almost purred in satisfaction, before inhaling quickly with glee as her breakfast was placed down in front of her. A full english, and a muffin. This ample breakfast rather than Cassie's snide remark caused Morgan to raise an eyebrow, stowing away the frown of jealousy as she poked her own mango with her spoon. Morgan was lean, whereas Cassie was already soft and doughy, with ample thighs and breasts and a hanging stomach, so if either of them should be eating a mango, it shouldn't have been Morgan. "Nice breakfast Cassie. He feeding you up?" Cassie picked up her muffin and began buttering it, her smirk sitting on her a little more broadly. "The Master has asked that I gain some weight. I suppose he's sick of fucking little sticks. They break and cant take what he's giving." Morgan returned to her mango, then felt ridiculous for being jealous. She didn't even like bacon. Alexis arrived not long after, and sat down opposite Morgan, treated to the same breakfast as her, and there they sat in an awkward silence for ten minutes, at which point the Master himself joined them. He brought his paper with him, sat down at the head and started on his own breakfast. "Well my girls, I've got some big news." Morgan sat upstraight and craned her neck down to the end of the table, listening avidly. While she found his ways unsatisfying, she still craved his attention and goodwill. Alexis followed suit, and Cassie even put down her fork. "I mentioned when I brought you two new girls in that I wished to have a Head Slave. Well, after observing the three of you in the recent days I have decided on whom that shall be." He paused. The other two girls looked excited and a little eager, but Morgan remained wary; while yes, she should have been considered the best of the three in the last week, she highly doubted it would be her. As such, she remained cautious of the likely disappointment approaching her. "I'm naming Cassandra as my new Head Slave." The words came in, and Cassie squealed with joy, whereas Alexis' face dropped and her head drooped down. Morgan felt the disappointment wash over her, but also a tinge of relief. Without the burden of being the head slave, she could always pursue other things around the house. "Now," he continued, picking up his cup of tea and nodding at Cassie, "This means a new collar for you Cassie, and your things will be moved to the Mistress' bedroom adjacent to mine." He paused, took another sip, then turned to his other two slaves. "Now for you girls, this means a few things. First off, when I am not present, you will follow Cassandra's orders. Secondly, don't be too disappointed Alexis. It was a tough choice, but she took her punishment a little better than you did. Now, I'm going to take you both into town, so go and get ready. Morgan, if you could stay please." The two girls got up and left, Cassie with a little more joy and bounce in her step. Once they were gone, he turned to Morgan and put his tea down. "I know what you're thinking Morgan." She froze, having been daydreaming about Forbes possibly pressing her to the wall and fisting her, and refocused on the table. "Yes, you have done exactly as I have asked, not been punished, and excelled in every task. But I'm still bored of you. I thought about selling you on, or putting you in charge of the staff, but I'm not through deciding yet." Morgan could only nod, feeling his words in her stomach, icing over and creeping under her skin. "Yes Master." "But you're still an excellent slave and while we're out, I have a task for you." He finished off his tea and stood up. "The gentleman who comes to take care of Claire is unable to, and given your performance on the rest of the staff, I hoped you would do it instead. There's a courier bringing something to help you with this, but he wont be arriving for a while. So, take some time to yourself until he arrives." With that, he got up and left the room, not even looking at her again. Morgan simply sat there, fear rooting her to the spot. Selling her on?! Granted, the idea of being in charge of the staff did appeal to her somewhat, but the other option gave her chills. To whom precisely? Still, she couldn't sit there all day. He had given her some time for herself and she would not waste it on worrying. She stood up, and went to look for Forbes. She found him in the foyer, waiting for her Master to leave with the other two. "Mr Forbes?" He turned and looked at her, that same haughty smirk coming to his face. "Yes Slave Morgan?" "I would ask for your help in the den, whenever you are free." "I am waiting for your Master to depart, then I will certainly be glad to aid you. I shall meet you in there if you would wish it so." Morgan simply nodded, then turned and headed to the den alone. It was through the lounge, hiding behind the double doors, which she closed behind her. The Den, or to its true function the Sex Den, was filled to the brim with her Master's sex toys and devices. Yet she knew what she was after. After watching Alexis take one of the machines, she had wanted it, and she went on a search for the machine. After she found it, she pulled it out to position next to the wooden stile, though did change the dildo currently attached to it. It was the one that Alexis had been fucked with, and it was a little on the small side for Morgan. Rooting around in its component box, she found a much larger one. This one was huge and red, with enough girth so she couldnt put her fingers the whole way around it. Much much too big for Alexis, she chuckled. She attached it to the fucking machine and as she was not wearing enough to strip down, she simply removed her panties and sat down on the stile. About twenty minutes later Forbes arrived, scowling as he saw her naked and waiting for him. "I thought I told you I would not be summoned to fuck you, you cheap presumptious whore." Morgan only laughed and then laid back on the stile. "I did not call you for that. I want you to tie my hands and legs down." Oh, he mumbled, then walked over to her, looking her over and then the giant dildo on the fucking machine. Squirming briefly as his dick pressed almost painfully against the inside of his trousers, he took her by one of her wrists and pulled it down to about a foot off of the floor, attaching it by a leather strap to the ring on the floor. He then repeated it with the other wrist on the otherside of the stile. Down at her feet, he pressed her ankles down and attached each of them to the rings. He could have attached her to the ceiling much in the same manner, but she had said 'down'. He stood back and examined her again, now spread apart and tied to the floor. He walked over to the fucking machine, pulling it closer to her and then pressed the end to her gaping wide cunt. "Alright, turn it on Forbes, and if you could stand there and wait for me to be done." Forbes nodded while Morgan shuddered briefly at the touch of the big dildo head against her cunt, then tensed up a little as she waited for him to turn it on. She didn't have to wait long, as moments later the machine fired up and shot the massive head straight into her cunt. She let out a long, loud moan as the dildo drove into her, an "Oh fucking hell" following as Forbes turned up the pace, while he stood there and watched it fuck her. He couldn't help but admire her stretched out hole taking the massive dildo so well, and moved his hand into his trousers, rubbing his swollen dick. Morgan shrieked as the dildo spread her a little further, unused recently to anything bigger than the average sized run-of-the-mill dick, groaning louder as it slammed into her, stretching the walls of her cunt tirelessly and a little more with each thrust. She came quickly, and yet it continued, still fucking her, while she was dazed briefly in her waves of orgasm, coming back into focus to find Forbes gagging her mouth. "You're making such a racket girl," he said with a grin, before stepping back out of sight. She hadn't realised he had gone out of the room until he came back, welcomed with a smothered moan while she pulled on her binds. She ignored him until she heard a "What the fuck?" and she leant her head up, to see Forbes stood there with another man, holding a package. "Uh, package for you madam." He came over with the delivery guy, who followed dumbly, in full awe and shock of what was occuring, unknowing in whether to stare at her, naked and tied down, or at the huge dildo fucking her. Forbes leant down to untie one of her hands, and the delivery guy placed the package next to her on the floor, then held out a clipboard for her to sign. Morgan, blushing a deep red, gagged and with the machine still fucking her, reached out and signed her name, nodding her thank you to the man, who very quickly departed, though lingered at the doorway briefly. Forbes turned on her once the man had gone, and smothered a laugh, as Morgan took the gag out of her mouth. "Well, I've got a job to do now then Forbes, if you can let me down." Forbes looked very briefly like he might just leave her there, then turned off the machine. He walked by her, letting his hand drift up the inside of her thigh, up over her hip and over her ribs, letting his palm brush against her hard nipples. Morgan just lay there, allowing him to move his hand over her, a shiver creeping up her spine as he touched her, sighing gently as he leant down to free her second hand. She sat up, waiting for him to free her legs, then she hopped off of the stile, carefully keeping her legs apart for the moment, and pulled her panties on. She then turned her attention to the package. Kneeling next to it, she saw Forbes in the corner of her eye hanging around to see what was inside the box. Ripping through the celotape holding it together, she opened the cardboard and rooted through the packaging inside, finally drawing out a large blue double strap on. Morgan let out a laugh and stood up, turning around to show to Forbes. "Claire is getting a treat today." She ran her fingers along the edge of the double part dildo, then down to the piece behind the straps, wide and short. She leant in, running her tongue along the edge of it, then lowered it down, pulling off her panties as she went, and placed it, and pressed the wide part into her cunt, strapping the whole thing into place. Forbes had stood in silence, staring hungrily at her as she put on the strap on, then he bowed. "I believe Claire is upstairs, cleaning the bedrooms." With that, he made a quick exit. Morgan grinned, rubbing her big plastic dicks, then she went to find Claire, leaving her panties behind in the room. Taking Forbes' advice, she went straight upstairs, being careful to be quiet as she looked in each of the room, opening and closing the doors silently. She eventually found Claire in Cassie's soon-to-be old room, making up the bed with fresh linen, with her back to the door. Morgan came up behind the older woman, dark haired and lean, sneaking as best she could, then pressed into her back, rubbing the double dicks against Claire's thighs. Claire took it all in her stride, not jumping or reacting in suprise as the cold plastic pressed to her, instead tilted her head to the side as Morgan pressed her lips to her neck, running her tongue against her skin, while her hands reached around to undo the front of her blouse. Her other hand hiked up Claire's skirt and pulled her panties down around her knees, then she pressed each of the dick's head to a separate hole. As Morgan pressed on her, Claire leant forward over the bed, prostrating herself infront of her, ready as she felt the strap-on heads press against her cunt and her ass, letting out a low moan as Morgan pushed forward, easing into her. Morgan kept her hand down between Claire's thighs, reaching to rub at her clit, touching the dildo as it pressed between her cunt lips. Her other hand pulled open her shirt and then pulled it off of her, pressing her own breasts into Claire's back as she slowly started fucking her. The wide dildo inside her own cunt moved with each thrust, making her moan into Claire's skin, rubbing her increasingly wet pussy while she squeezed her breast, fucking her with long slow steady thrusts, forcibly pressing the full length of the fake dicks into each of her holes. Once her hips pressed to Claire's back, she stayed there briefly, sliding her fingers inside Claire's cunt, wide open from its years of abuse, and fingered her, squeezing and pulling on her breasts until Claire moaned out a "Oh god..." and tensed up, shuddering in an orgasm. Morgan slowly and carefully pulled out of her, however she was not done yet. She let Claire turn around then pushed her further onto Cassie's bed, going in between her legs to lap briefly at her sopping cunt, pressing her tongue into her dripping flesh. Claire laid back as commanded, resting her hands on Morgan's head, while Morgan put her hand on one of her fake dicks, jerking her hand up and down it. She then crawled up Claire's half naked body, stopping at the breasts to place her lips over one of her nipples, sucking on it and nibbling gently, then lifted her head and climbed up to be face to face with her. "God, you're beautiful..." Morgan uttered, running her hand through Claire's dark hair, so much like her own. Claire leaned up and pressed her lips to Morgan's, kissing her firmly and deeply, while Claire moved her hands down, gripped both of the dildo heads and guided them both to her cunt. Morgan ran her tongue against Claire's lips, then pressed forward, pushing both head deep into Claire's cunt. Claire struggled and groaned underneath her, as her cunt stretched around them, and pressed up into it. Morgan forced the full length of the dildos into Claire once more, then gripped her, and rolled them both over to put Claire ontop. Claire took over immediately, lifted her cunt up and down on the strap ons, putting her hands down to grip Morgan's breasts, still held by the leather straps around them, pulling on the nipples as she fucked herself on Morgan's strap on, while Morgan rested her hands on Claire's hips, gripping them as she rode her. They both came together, writhing and impaled and then fell onto their sides, breathing heavily, letting go of each other, though still connected through the dicks in Claire's cunt. Morgan reached out, running her fingers against the underside of one of Claire's breasts, getting her breath back while she stared at the older woman. "So I take it that was my monthly servicing, not just a spur of the moment thing," Claire smiled and joked, grinding a little against the strap on. Morgan nodded, unwilling to move for the moment, but unable to stay. She eased back, pulling the dildo out of the other, and then pushed it down her legs, letting it fall to the floor, then she sat up. Claire followed suit, though pulled her blouse on first. With only a smile, Morgan left the room, letting out a long, warm sigh as she wandered down the corridor.