4 comments/ 49891 views/ 3 favorites A Weekend With Friends By: wundergrrly A couple weekends ago, our playmates, M and P were coming over to play. We had been trying to organize this for a little while and I was soooo excited to see them! Doc's mom had our little boy for the weekend so we were on our own. We went out that afternoon and did some shopping... mostly snacks and finger foods for later, wine and drinks, and well, we couldn't resist going out and getting some porn to put on as a background. Our local adult video place is run by a really nice couple and they know our tastes and already had a few really good looking ones set side for us. We also had a couple of new dvd's sent to us from our gf in Seattle of a couple of her recent adventures so we thought we were pretty well set up for the night. We went home and cleaned up a bit and then Doc made me up a martini and opened himself a beer and we put on the first of our new movies. Well... The opening scene was enough for me! LOL I had my jeans off and Doc inside me in less time than it took to read this! My first orgasm came at exactly the same time our friends Pete and Mandy knocked on our door! Can you believe that? When I was done, I went to grab my jeans from the pile on the floor but Doc slapped away my hand... "go down as you are" he ordered. Why not? I thought and once I caught my breath, dressed in only a little tank top, I let them in... So as soon as they were in the door, I got on my knees, unzipped Pete's jeans and took out his big, heavy cock and started sucking. Ladies, his cock is beautiful! It just screams "suck me!" Mandy gave me a kiss, helped suck Pete for a minute, then went to Doc, and groped and played with him while he made her a martini. By the time they were all set up and back sitting in the living room, calling to see if we were going to join them, Pete came. He just groaned, and then erupted in my mouth. I wanted to swallow but there was so much. I let him fill my mouth, then pulled him out, stroking him, letting jet after jet of his hot sticky cum splash over my face and tits. I thought of something that I had seen earlier in the video we were watching and didn't swallow all of Pete's load. I stood up, gave him a quick, sticky kiss and went in to where Mandy and Doc were sitting, groping, and talking. Mandy made a joke about how nice it was of us to join them, then noticed the 'mess' on me. "oooh you dirty little slut!" she joked I grinned, then picking up my glass, I drooled the mouthful of Pete's cum into my drink. "Cum Martini?" I asked her smiling. Wiping a couple of big globs of Pete's jizz from my tits and wiping it on the rim of her glass before drooling what was left in my mouth into her drink. We all just sat there, catching up since our last visit. Mandy licked all the reward off my tits that Pete was so nice to give me, but at no time did she ever take a hand off Doc's cock, she just seems to adore it. We finished our cum martini's and Doc made us another round and opened fresh beers for himself and Pete. The first movie had ended (definitely a great one!!!) so while Doc was freshening our drinks I put on one of the videos on that our gf had made for us. It said on the note that came in the mail with it that it was a collection of playtime for her, plus masturbation and some... more 'interesting' stuff that she had put together of herself for us . Well... the opening scene was enough to get us all going, and before Doc had returned from the kitchen, Mandy was between my legs, fingering me and eating me. GODDAMN she is good at that! Pete moved onto the couch next to me and offered his cock once more to my lips. I quickly swallowed him whole. I could barely concentrate on his cock, Mandy was doing such a good job, and Pete took over, more fucking my mouth than me sucking him. I'm not even sure at what point Doc re-joined us. I could hear the camera working, but it was when Mandy started moaning about how good his tongue felt in her ass that I knew he was playing too. I could feel it when she moaned into me. She had fingers working both my places now and I was totally starting to lose it. I came just as Pete pulled from my mouth and traded spots with Doc. My husband shoved his cock into my mouth and roughly began fucking my face. He had obviously been rubbing his fat tool over her pretty slit, or maybe even fucking her with it, because I could taste her wonderful juices all over him. Pete had shoved himself into Mandy now and was fucking her... fucking her really hard, just how she likes it. Her face was getting mashed into my twat with every stroke of his big cock. Mandy's 2 fingers in my ass and in my coochie were sending me again and I was about to lose it. I came once more while Doc shoved his cock into my mouth, fucking my face like Pete was fucking his wife. God that felt sooo good! I was so wet, so turned on! The boys traded us again, Doc plowing into Mandy, Pete rubbing his slippery, juice covered cock all over my face before slipping into my mouth. Oh his cock tasted good! Mandy's juices mixed with his wonderful precum! I wanted to devour him! He started pulling on my nipples as his wife started to get louder and louder. She was begging Doc to fuck her harder, screaming into me, pleading to be shown what a slut she is, what a whore... then she came! God it is so hot when she cums! Doc just kept plowing into her and she thrashed and bucked on his heavy cock! We kept going like that all night, the boys trading us back and forth, Mandy and I frigging each other, making a big sweaty, messy pile. One time I was on Pete, riding him cowgirl style and Mandy was squatting over his face. He was eating her while I rode his cock and Mandy and I kissed. Doc had been between us and we had been sucking his cock, but he moved behind me. I felt some lube being poured on my ass and knew what was coming... and surprisingly, with almost no resistance, he was in my asshole! Well that was it, I exploded right there! It was just too much! Both guys were fucking me sooo good. They found 'the rhythm' almost immediately and holy shit that was more than I could handle. I creamed everywhere. Pete, afterwards said he could feel my juices dribbling over him. I came 3 more times before Doc pulled out. Mandy was now on her knees beside me and holding her ass open for him, asking to be filled. She lubed herself up then, I watched her as Doc filled her back hole. Her face just went open... like something beyond her comprehension was happening, then slowly and softly, she started moaning, begging for more, whimpering, pleading with Doc to fill up her asshole with his cock. As he complied, she grew louder and louder. Begging for him to fuck the shit out of her, to make her his fuck slut. He was pounding into her now. Pete was so good inside me too, but I wanted what Mandy was getting and pulled up off him. I turned around, so I was facing his feet and almost face to face with her and sat back down. I felt his cock at the rim of my asshole and then exhaled and he was in me in a rush! "Oh fuck yessssss" I moaned as I sat down hard, pushing his long fat cock deep deep deep into my bowels. God it felt good! Watching his wife cum over and over while my husband plowed her beautiful asshole and her husband filled mine. I was just moving on him, stirring myself with his big tool, feeling another orgasm building. God, it was so good, so fucking good, then, just as my orgasm crested, Pete yelled "oh fuck, I'm cumming!" I felt him explode inside me! God this drove me deeper, starting a second orgasm immediately after the next! I could feel every throb of his cock, every hot jet of cum inside me... I never wanted this feeling to end! But finally it did. Pete pulled out and Mandy quickly pulled him to her, sucking him clean. I leaned in and we shared his cum-slick cock. I could feel a little of his jizz leaking now as Doc announced he was about to cum too. Mandy pulled off him and had him in her mouth immediately. I moved to her as well and began sucking her big, round titties as Doc erupted! His juices splashing everywhere! Over her open mouth, her face, her tits as we as all over me. I licked his copious thick white globs off her tits as she milked him, licking herself and his juices from his cock. We just kept going like that. Mandy and I playing, while the guys recovered, then joining us for another round. It was morning before we finally packed it in, the 4 of us sliding into our big bed and falling immediately asleep. There was a bit more once we woke up but I won't go into it here. Just suffice to say we're lucky that we have such wonderful sexy kinky friends! more to follow... A Weekend with Friends As Faith pulled into the driveway of her friend's house, her nerves began to get the best of her. She had been friends with Hunter and Amy for almost 10 years. She had been especially close to Hunter - on a platonic level. When they first met, Faith was in her late teens, Hunter was close to 30. He and Amy had already been married several years by then. He was a great listener, as well as excellent at offering sound advice. And he was trustworthy - which she valued most of all. Because she was able to freely confide in him about everything, he knew where the bodies were buried. He knew about all the skeletons in her closet. A conversation topic that seemed to come up frequently between the two was sex. Faith knew all about Hunter and Amy's sex life, and vice versa. They frequently shared stories with one another about their exploits with their partners. While Faith's partners changed on a somewhat regular basis, Hunter's didn't. Hunter had to live vicariously through Faith. One theme that always seemed to repeat itself during conversation was Hunter's desire to have a threesome that included another woman. Faith, on the other hand, was always curious about being with another woman, but did not consider herself to be brave enough to try it. Other common themes were dominance and submission, role play, and other boundless topics. Both Amy and Hunter were very open to new sexual ideas and suggestions. What plagued Hunter was Amy's sex drive. Amy enjoyed sex a lot, however, she was not imaginative in the bedroom. What she lacked in imagination, Hunter made up for. Most of the time she was enthusiastic to at least try new ideas, but occasionally she was way too shy or self conscious. It was not out of the ordinary for Faith to spend the weekend with the couple from time to time. She lived out of town, and any visits almost always included an overnight stay. What made this visit different was the agreement that she had made with Hunter. An agreement that Amy knew nothing about. As Faith sat nervously in her car, she thought about the fact that she and Hunter had never given Amy any reason not to trust their friendship. She had no reason to be jealous or resentful. Amy was usually included in every activity that they took part in. Today, however, she realized that trust could be destroyed within the next 30 minutes. A friendship of 10 years could be reduced to animosity, anger, and hatred. She and Hunter had talked out the pros and the cons of their plan. They decided that this was a calculated risk. The chances that Amy would get upset and just reject everything outright were slim. Not impossible - but slim. The most likely outcome would be Amy rejecting the idea, and the next two days being extremely awkward. However, if Amy entered into the scenario with an open mind, it could be a very memorable weekend. It could set the pace for more fun weekends ahead. For Faith's part, she herself knew very little of what was to come over the next two days. When Hunter mentioned the prospect of her being his and Amy's "sex slave" for a weekend, she laughed outwardly at the ridiculousness of Amy actually going for it, but inwardly the thought turned her on. After much conversation, Faith relented. A date was picked. They agreed on a time for her to arrive. Hunter had asked her to trust him, which she did. Fully. He had assured her that what he planned would take them all outside of their comfort zones - but not so far as to cause harm or concern. However, he assured her that if she became uncomfortable, she could stop things immediately. The not knowing made her both nervous and excited. The "Amy" not knowing made her a total wreck. As Faith approached the front door, she took a deep breath to calm herself down. She did not want Amy to suspect anything, especially if Hunter had decided to chicken out at the last minute (which she partially expected). Either way, there was no way that they were going to get "right down to it" the second she arrived. She knew Hunter, he would have to build up his nerves. After all, this was a big risk! As she raised her hand to knock on the door, it flew open. Amy threw her arms into the air and pulled Faith into a big hug, each squealing their hello's to each other as women so often do - excited to see one another. As the embrace caused Faith to look over Amy's shoulder, she saw Hunter standing behind his wife, patiently waiting his turn. They gave each other a knowing glance. She could see that he was nervous too - which meant he had not totally abandoned his plan. Yet. She felt the knot in the pit of her stomach grow even larger. After an appropriately timed "platonic" hug with Hunter, the three went into the living room to catch up on gossip. Hunter and Amy sat on the couch, while Faith sat adjacent to them in an arm chair. For the next 20 minutes, the three talked about work, recent activities, and other, ordinary, small talk. Hunter sat awkwardly with his arm halfway around Amy, halfway just resting on the back of the couch. Hunter had absolutely no idea how he was going to make this happen. He had imagined different scenarios in his head for some time. While the fantasy played out in his mind like a porno movie, trying that sort of thing in real life would have immediately ruined everything. Hunter was lost in thought - not paying attention to the ongoing conversation other than to offer the occasional "yeah" or head nod. Finally, Amy rattled him out of his daydream, and provided the precise opportunity he had been searching for when she spoke up. "Faith, I've been so rude! I haven't even offered you anything to drink! What can I get for you?" Immediately Hunter seized the opportunity and spoke up, "Faith's been here a million times Amy. This is like a second home to her. She can get it herself. While you're at it Faith, you should fix me and Amy a drink too." Amy started to argue with Hunter about his rudeness, but Faith stopped her and insisted on mixing the drinks. Faith knew that Hunter had finally worked up the nerve. She knew that this was how it started. Subtle and unassuming. Amy saw it as rude, but would brush it off. Faith saw it as a sign to get ready for what was coming next. She didn't know what Hunter had planned, but she knew his next move would happen the second she came back with drinks. Otherwise he would lose momentum, and the opportunity would be gone for the rest of the weekend. It would turn into a routine visit that didn't include any plans for alternative entertainment. There was no plan B. As Faith took her time in the kitchen, trying to shake her nerves, Hunter sat on the couch doing the same. He knew exactly what was going to happen when she delivered the drinks. What he didn't know is what was going to happen after that. He had no clue how Amy would react when she started becoming aware of the charade. He wanted things to happen at a pace that didn't cause Amy alarm, but rather amusement. His hope was that before she even realized what was happening, she'd be a willing partner in the game. After delaying the inevitable for as long as she could, Faith picked up the drinks and began to carry them into the living room. She felt like a young teenager that was dreading going to the doctor for a checkup, knowing she would be told to get naked in front of her parents and exposed to a complete stranger for examination. It was an embarrassed nervousness. She was about to submit to Hunter, and inevitably Amy's sexual desires - wherever that led. As terrified as Faith was, she started becoming wet. Her brain was telling her to shut this whole thing down - but a desire to risk everything and "only live once" over rode her logic. Moving reluctantly slower than usual, she finally made it to the couch and handed each of them their glass. Once they had drinks in hand, Hunter spoke up. "Faith, those are new shoes?". Playing along, Faith responded, "These? Yeah, I picked them up yesterday. I thought they were hot. What do you think?" Knowing she had willingly taken the bait, he kept going. "I dunno, I can barely see them. Set your drink down and stand in the middle of the room so Amy can get a better look." "Yes sir" Faith replied playfully, setting her drink down and moving to the center of the room. Hunter looked at Faith standing there. Realizing this was happening, he felt the crotch of his jeans get a little tighter, as an erection began to grow. Directing his comment at Amy, he asked, "Watcha think babe? You think they make her look hot? Faith thinks they make her look hot." Amy was studying the shoes, and finally gave her assessment, "I like them, where'd you get them? Did you get a good deal on them? I need a new pair of shoes too." Amy gave Hunter a sly smile, trying to hint that she wanted to go on a shopping spree. As Faith was answering Amy's questions, Hunter decided to interrupt. In the joking tone that he always used when making inappropriate comments around Amy and Faith (usually in an embarrassing attempt to get laughter) he said, "those shoes would look even better if all you had on from the waist up was your bra." Amy nudged Hunter in the arm like she normally did when these comments came out of his mouth and said, "be good". Faith, on the other hand, said, "Maybe you're right. Let's see". Slowly, Faith began unbutton her shirt, not sure what Amy's reaction would be. Hunter's penis became rock hard in his jeans, as he realized he was finally going to be closer to seeing the very pair of breasts he had been imagining, fantasizing about, for years. Amy raised her eyebrows, looked at Hunter, and jokingly said, "See. You keep bringing stuff like this up - and now it happens. You don't know what to do now, do you?" Amy was laughing at him. In her mind, Faith had "gotten him good". Amy thought she had finally gotten tired of his little jokes and was going to shock him into stopping by giving him exactly what he requested. Soon, Faith's shirt was fully unbuttoned. Hunter watched with rabid intensity as she pulled it off her arms and allowed it to fall to the floor in a pile at her feet. Her chest - clad in a plain white bra - appeared to be just as amazing as he had always imagined. Even better was the fact that Amy suspected nothing. Snapping back to reality, and remembering that Amy was teasing him, Hunter decided to quip back at her, "I know what to do alright Hell, if that's how we're going to play this - there's no need to do it half assed. The problem is, she's probably too scared. What about it Faith? I think you should take the bra off too." Amy laughed, looked at Faith and said, "Ignore him Faith, you know how he is..." Faith cut her off and said, "Oh I'm not scared now!". Reaching back, she unhooked her bra. Slowly and teasingly she slid the shoulder straps down her arms before allowing the entire garment to fall to the floor on top of her shirt. Just as she was about to cross her arms over her chest, Hunter spoke up, "Uh, uh - no way! If you went that far there's no covering them up! You need to just put your hands behind your head. Amy wants to get a good look at them - she's always been curious." Slapping Hunter on the leg and blushing, Amy said, "Don't lie, you're the one that's been curious. Now you don't have to be anymore!" Faith obediently situated her hands as ordered. She felt so exposed. She had never stood in front of anyone like this, stared at like an object. She was embarrassed, vulnerable, humiliated, and liberated - all at the same time. Or to put it the way her crotch was telling the story, she was horny as hell! Hunter fought the urge to get up and grab the breasts that he knew were his to play with for the next two days. He held himself back. He understood that the rest of the weekend hinged on whatever happened next. Faith's sensitive nipples were hard as rocks. Her pussy began throbbing from her arousal. She wanted to run into the bedroom, rip her pants off, and rub her clit for the rest of the day. If things went as she hoped, however, her clit was going to be Hunter and Amy's. They would be controlling how and when it was touched, and whether she could have an orgasm. Whatever was going to happen, she just needed someone to get their hands on it so she could get relief! Amy, still oblivious to the larger plot that was secretly unfolding, glanced down at Hunter's crotch. She felt the blood rush to her pussy as the sight of his hard bulge attempting to rip free of the fabric of it's confines instantly made her horny. Laying her hand on it she said, "What's this? Obviously you like what you see. Are you finally happy now?" Hunter was amused at how oblivious Amy was to how easily she was playing into his hands. He responded to his wife saying, "What do you mean 'do I like what I see?' OH YEAH! We are looking at her shoes, I forgot! I appreciate you reminding me of that." Hunter pretended to look at the shoes again - in an effort to appear that he had no interest in the amazing, exposed, naked chest staring back at him. Scrunching his face into a grimace he continued, "you seriously want to go shopping after seeing THOSE shoes Amy? Those things are ugly! Faith, you need to take those things back!" Recognizing the cue, Hunter's words brought Faith back to reality. "I'm sorry you don't like them. I was hoping you guys would." At that, she slipped her shoes off of her feet one by one, trying to appear that she was ridding herself of a major fashion faux pas. With his best friend standing in front of them wearing only a pair of jeans and the panties underneath, and his wife not killing them both yet, Hunter became filled with nearly uncontrollable lust. His cock was so hard that it throbbed. It wasn't a completely pleasurable throbbing either. It was a somewhat painful throb as more blood filled his organ than it was accustomed to. It felt like torture. He decided to finally go "all in" and find out if Amy was going to play along with the real plan. Hunter looked Faith in the eyes. Slowly, his gaze left her eyes, traced the length of her body from head to foot, and then back to her eyes. Staring at her with an intense urgency, he said, "Faith, you've come this far, I don't know about Amy, but I want to see the rest. Remove your jeans." At that moment, Faith realized that the white cotton panties she was wearing - the only piece of fabric that would be protecting her delicate pussy in the next few moments - were soaking wet from the lubrication that was coating her private parts. Knowing that Hunter and Amy were about to see her wet spot caused her clit to harden and throb even more than it already was. As Faith unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, Amy sat silently. Her pussy was getting wetter than she was comfortable with as well. She could use Hunter's fingers on her clit, but she was confused. She wanted to see Faith naked - she enjoyed seeing other people. She loved porn. At the same time, she didn't want Hunter engaging in this level of activity with his best friend. She was horny as hell and conflicted. But she said nothing. Faith bent over to remove her feet from the legs of her jeans. When she did, gravity caused her breasts to hang down and sway seductively with each movement. Once her jeans were off, and Faith stood back up, the dampness of her panties was apparent. There was the hint of her dark pubic hair under the white panties that hid her most personal areas underneath. She was self conscious. She was exposed. She was SO! FUCKING! HORNY! With the hot, almost completely naked friend of the couple standing in the middle of the living room in her moist panties, Hunter turned to Amy to offer an explanation of what was happening. "Amy, I'm going to let you in on a secret. I got you a present this weekend - Faith. BEFORE YOU JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS - let me explain! Faith is pretty adventurous in the bedroom. I have a vivid sexual fantasy life. You, on the other hand, like to try new things, but aren't that creative in bed." As Amy listened, she was shaking her head "no", but Hunter continued, "This isn't quite what you think though. I mean, it clearly is, but it isn't. Faith was telling me about a fantasy of hers to be used as a slave. You have indicated in the past that you wouldn't mind watching another couple have sex. You are kind of a voyeur - you like to watch. I'm the EXACT same way. Faith and I came up with a way to satisfy both her fantasy and ours too. From this point, things are going to go at YOUR pace. As soon as I'm done talking, I'm going to instruct Faith to remove her little panties, because she won't be needing them anymore this weekend. I'm going to have her gather her clothing, fold them neatly, and place them in a bag that I am going to give her. Then, I'm going to secure them somewhere so she can have them back when she leaves to go home - if we decide she's earned the privilege to have them back. Once her clothes are secured, we are going to take some time to look at her naked body standing in front of us. Perhaps we just look? Perhaps we look real closely to ensure that she is properly shaved and showered to our standards and preferences? Perhaps we even include touching her and inspect her during that time? Maybe we just squeeze and handle her tits and ass cheeks to satisfy normal, human curiosity? Maybe we do a cavity search of ALL her openings? Whatever we desire, she has agreed to submit to us for the weekend. If you aren't comfortable with touching her or anything else sexual, then after having her clothes put away, she can simply clean our house and do other chores all weekend long - butt assed naked. That's all part of being our slave too. Either way, she's here, we've already seen her naked, and she's agreed to submit to our every command. We might as well indulge her desire to be ordered around in some way while we have the chance! The only other thing I would add is that being exposed like this in front of us has made her pretty horny. I mean look at what is coming out of her pussy now! It's all over her panties. She can't even control herself. So, she is going to need to take care of that if we don't decide to use her in a sexual way. That being the case, we are in charge of when, how, and if she is able to orgasm. If we aren't going to do anything more than allow her to complete chore after chore while naked - I'd at least ask that you agree to let us watch her masturbate a few times over the course of the next couple of days. We can even pick exactly how she masturbates and when she gets to cum. It is all entirely up to us - and more importantly - you. Now, I'm about to shut up, and I don't want you to say anything. I'm going to instruct her to remove the last garment, and while I'm securing her clothing, I want you to consider everything I said. When I come back in, then you can respond. I will also add that Faith was scared, reluctant, and horrified that this might destroy all chances of everyone remaining friends. It took a lot of courage for her to do this for us. I assured her that I didn't think it would ruin anything. Whatever you decide to do, I need one favor. Do not get angry at Faith, and do not jump to the conclusion that just because we've seen her naked it's impossible to remain friends." With that, Hunter turned to Faith, who was blushing from embarrassment more now than any other time in her life, and said, "Slave, you may remove your soggy panties for us now - you don't need them any longer." Obediently and quietly, Faith slid her panties down her legs, off her feet, and began to try to conceal them underneath the pile of clothing already laying in front of her. Hunter stopped her with his words, saying, "no Slave. There's no need to hide your wet panties from our view. They are our's now, along with your other belongings. Just lay them on top of the pile so you can find them easily for me. As you fold your clothes up for us in a moment, I will hang them outside for you, so they can dry. Now tell me thank you." A Weekend with Friends "Thank you sir" Faith obediently replied. Not knowing what to do with her hands, she placed them behind her head as she had been instructed earlier. For the first time, her naked hips, buttocks, and pubic mound were visible to all in the room. No fabric obstructed the view of her delicately sensual body. The hint of moisture contained in her panties became immediately apparent as a slight drop of lubrication began seeping from her crotch, and ever so slowly down her inner thigh. Had she been laying on her back, it would have provided a perfect drop of lubrication for her rectum as it made its thick, syrupy way down to her most intimately tight hole. Her horniness could not longer be kept from the view of her friends of ten years - now her new masters for the next couple days. As Hunter collected the clothing, hung the panties on a railing outside to embarrass Faith even further, and locked her clothes away in a closet, Amy sat on the couch thinking. Standing before her, completely naked, was a long time friend. No doubt she was attractive, but she was also a she. Amy was not interested in women at all. At the same time, however, having a naked human in the house, other than she and Hunter (and under her direct control at that), was enough to maintain the throbbing in her pussy. "I'll see where this goes" she thought to herself. "If I'm in complete control like Hunter says, I can make sure things don't go too far. Later, if I regret anything, I can say I was just doing it because Hunter wanted to. Then I can throw it back on him if it causes any arguments." When Hunter came back in the room and sat down, he turned to Amy and said, "Well, you've had a few minutes, what do you think?" Amy looked down at the floor and asked, "How long have you been planning this? How long have the two of you been talking about this? I mean, you didn't think it would be important to include me in this conversation?" Amy knew that she couldn't appear too eager and immediately give in to Hunter's plan. That would make him feel like he had a license to make everything he wanted to happen, come to life. No, she had to play hard to get for a few minutes, and maintain a facade of reluctance. "Fatih and I have always talked about sex off and on over the years Amy, you know that." Hunter began. "I've always bounced ideas for you and I in the bedroom, off of her, and vice versa. I think you've enjoyed the results. This was one of those things that was too big for me to pull off on my own. You would have never agreed to if you had known, and quite frankly I wanted to do this with someone we knew and trusted. Faith has always been welcome in our house. She is at home here. I didn't want some stranger we just met, who agreed to come home with us and have sex, come into the sanctity of our home. That's the other thing too. A stranger would have expected full blown sex. No one would have done this with us, with this level of uncertainty as to whether you would even want us to be sexual with them at all. That's why it was so important to find someone we were familiar with, and that cared about us enough to play this game our way." Realizing that Hunter had avoided answering most of her questions (it didn't matter anyway, she was just avoiding saying yes too quickly), she finally voiced her consent. "Here's how we are going to play this. I wouldn't mind having someone doing chores around the house for a couple of days for free - we could use a break. Well, I could since you don't really do anything around here anyway. I'll let her do chores. I'll even let her do them naked. You aren't having sex with her though. I don't know that I'm even comfortable with her masturbating in front of you, but we'll see about that when the time comes. For right now though, what did you say was going to happen next?" Faith remained naked, standing nervously in the center of the room. She fought the constant urge to drop her hands from behind her head. She was self conscious being on display in front of the married couple. Knowing that instead of being thrown out of the house, all eyes were on her made her feel humiliated and desired simultaneously. Her full breasts rose and fell with each nervous breath, her nipples were rock hard - not from being cold - but from arousal. Her face was flush, wondering what the couple thought of her unshaven pubic hair, embarrassed that the private region was exposed for their review. She thought about what Hunter had said earlier. Once Amy had approved of the weekend, they would be "inspecting" her, "searching her cavities". He made it sound like she was going to be prodded like a piece of meat, so they could decide if she met their standards of approval. She savored the idea more than she feared it. Thinking about her completely exposed state, and the coming scrutiny, now just moments away, Faith wanted to press her thighs together in an effort to find some relief for her swollen clitoris. She knew better though. Amy had accepted Hunter's proposal. They were in charge of deciding when, or even if, an orgasm was in her best interest. She needed to be touched, but she was nervous at the same time. In response to Amy's question, Hunter got up from the couch, and stood behind Faith. "Well, sweetheart, here we have a willing slave standing before us, naked as the day she was born, willing to do any and everything we say, and only what we say. Since, technically, she is our property for the weekend, I think we do what we would do with any brand new item in the house. We take a really close look at it!" With that answer, Hunter began to circle Faith very slowly. He took in every last inch of her body with his eyes. Occasionally, he would glance up, allowing their eyes to meet, to remind her that he was seeing all of her. Once he had made a complete round, He called to Amy, "Come here babe, I want you to see a couple things." Amy started to protest, but she reluctantly joined him at his further insistence. Once she was by his side, he began to point out different aspects of Faith's body, both in an effort to get Amy more comfortable around another naked woman, and to make Faith even more uncomfortable in her new, submissive, position. "Look at the dimples in her back, just above her ass cheeks, Amy. Those are one of the sexiest parts of your body. Just seeing those on your naked back makes me horny as hell." Hunter traced his finger over Faith's dimples on one side, and then the other. Faith's breathing became much deeper at the touch. Hunter took Amy's hand in his, placed her finger on Faith's dimples, and started tracing them with her touch. "Feel how soft her skin is Amy. Feel how sensual and erotic she feels. That's what I get to feel every time I touch you. It is so sexy!". Amy was nervous and reluctant to touch another naked woman, but she was turned on also. This was no longer Faith in front of her. Well, it was, but it wasn't at the same time. This was a person under her complete control. Man or woman it was starting not to matter. It was becoming less about the gender and more about the power. Snapping her out of her trance, Hunter moved Amy's hand, put his mouth to Faith's ear, and in a soft, commanding voice said, "Turn around, slave". Startled at having her personal space so carelessly violated, and starving for more touch, Faith slowly turned to face the couple. "Keep your eyes open, and focus on Amy's throughout this examination Faith. You need to be completely conscious of the fact that we own you right now. You have no rights. You aren't allowed to hide your body or your feelings from either of us. Your shame, your nakedness, your embarrassment, they all belong to us. Do you understand?" "Yes sir", Faith quietly replied. "Tell Amy as well, slave" Hunter commanded. "Yes mistress" replied Faith, looking in Amy's eyes for the first time. Faith felt so helpless and exposed. She shrank at the thought of serving another woman. She felt so submissive in that moment as Amy stared back - giving her a look of pity, as well as condescension, and superiority. Faith shuddered as Hunter took Amy's hand, which he was still holding, and placed the palm on Faith's right breast. Amy froze in response to the action as well. Hunter interrupted the tension with his voice. "Do you feel that? Can you feel how soft her breast is? You have an urge to squeeze it, don't you? You don't want to have that urge, but you have it. You can feel her hard nipple under your palm. She's told me before that it's very sensitive. Do you want real control over her body? Do you want to turn her on in ways that she's afraid of right now? Gently run the tip of your finger over her nipple. You'll make her pussy contract without laying a finger on it." While Hunter was talking, Amy's hand involuntarily gripped Faith's breast a little firmer. Hunter was right, the rounded flesh of her full mound was magnetic. As she felt Faith's hard nipple rub against her palm, her clitoris began to ache between her clothed legs. As she followed Hunter's instructions and ran her finger over Faith's nipple, she felt Hunter's hand slip past her waist band, beyond the elastic of her panties, and find her wet, swollen pussy lips. The more he massaged them, purposely avoiding her clit, the more she played with Faith's nipples. Faith was starting to moan. The feeling of Amy's finger against her nipples made her pussy contract. She shuddered at the feeling of her hot wet entrance and her anus involuntarily contracting. She was getting very close to orgasm. Hunter was controlling her stimulation by stimulating Amy. Amy was in a hypnotic state from the intensity of it all, having lost complete control over the moment to Hunter as well. As the women made eye contact with each other, Hunter allowed his index finger to caress Amy's clit very gently, causing both women to moan and breath heavily while looking each other in the eyes. They were both on the edge of climax, and they both urgently needed the relief that could only come with an orgasm. As the sexual urgency was building to a climax, Hunter removed his hand from Amy's pants, and whispered in her ear to stop touching Faith. Amy obeyed immediately. Faith responded by giving Amy a pleading look with her eyes. Her hungry gaze was a futile attempt to will Amy's fingers back to her swollen chest. Amy, had problems of her own though. She was aching for release just as bad as Faith. And for the first time in her life, she was putting herself first. Faith would be allowed to cum but only in the manner Amy decided upon. Wanting Amy to have a real sense of control, Hunter cupped his hand over her ear so that Faith couldn't hear what he was telling his wife. Both Amy and Hunter looked Faith in the eyes as he secretly whispered his instructions. Amy smiled and nodded her head in understanding as Hunter delivered the mysterious message, leaving Faith fully in the dark over what was about to take place. Hunter stepped back, allowing Amy enough space to grant the appearance that she had sole control over the naked plaything standing vulnerable in the middle of their house. Nervous about taking charge, Amy addressed the slave. She instructed her directly, "Slut, bend over, touch your toes, and hold that position so we can observe your hairy pussy and your hungry little anus. We want everything between your legs clearly exposed. And you'd better hope everything meets our standards, since you knew you were going to be doing this today!" Faith was shocked hearing the words coming from Amy's mouth! Amy had always been the shy one of the group. Hearing Amy take superiority and control over her was humiliating to say the least. Her horny pussy came fully into view as she said, "As you wish, Mistress", and bent over at her waist. The swolleness between her legs was coated in her natural lubrication, as were her thighs, her anus, and the inner parts of her ass cheeks. The cheeks on her face were crimson from pure embarrassment and humiliation, as were her shoulders and chest. She was thankful that the couple could not look in her eyes in this position, but was equally horrified by what they could see. It occurred to her that her current situation was as far from "ladylike" as she could possibly be - and the image that she had of herself, in that moment, only served to drive her lustful desires even deeper. From her upside-down vantage, she could see Hunter and Amy's legs behind her. She didn't know whose fingers she felt caressing the cheeks of her stretched buttocks, but it didn't matter anymore. She wanted both of their hands on her. She imagined their tongues dancing over her anus and her clit at the same time. She desired their fingers inside her - in both openings. She so desperately and urgently wanted Amy to unleash Hunter's raging cock from his pants and force it into her aching, wet body. It didn't even matter where, as long as it was inside her. She fucking needed it! She noticed that Hunter moved from his original position and was now standing behind his horny wife. She could hear the zipper of Amy's pants slowly separating from itself. She watched as first the waistband of Amy's pants fell to her ankles, followed very shortly after by her wet panties. She could hear Amy release a loud moan as the sound of fingers dancing in her wet vagina filled the room. Hunter's foot stepped on crotch of the clothing between Amy's legs, and she instinctively stepped out of them, placing her hands on Faith's ass to balance herself. She was now naked from the waist down. "Look at how fucking wet her pussy is" Faith heard Hunter say, as she felt his fingers on her moist opening. Amy stayed silent as Hunter's other hand spread Faith's lips even wider so the couple could fully see her genitals. Faith thought that she would faint at the touch. She felt a second pair of hands (which she knew were Amy's), caressing her ass cheeks again. "Touch it honey. Just a little. There's nothing to be afraid of. It doesn't make you a lesbian. You are just satisfying a curiosity and checking out the quality of your merchandise." Hunter said in the most convincing voice he could muster. He didn't have to do much convincing though, as Amy's fingers were already making their way over the moist cunt, replacing Hunter's. Hunter seized the opportunity to bury two fingers deep into Faith's tight vaginal opening. Faith gasped for breath, moaning loudly, fighting back the urge to cum all over the couple's fingers as they explored her most feminine parts. It felt so wrong, so depraved, and so spectacular at the same time! For her part, Amy was lost in pure lust. She had never been so turned on in her entire life. Having another naked human in her home, strictly obeying her rules, under her control, to be explored at her comfort, with the husband she fully trusted by her side, was almost too much for her to take! As Hunter removed his fingers from Faith's vagina, Amy declined to replace them with her own. Instead, she leaned over to Hunter and said, "I think you need to inspect her anally as well, don't you?" Not waiting for Amy to reconsider her own suggestion, Hunter inserted his middle finger all the way into Faith's hungry anal opening. Even though she knew the intrusion was coming, the probing digit surprised her as it pushed against her tight rear opening. It met no resistance as it freely slid inside of her. Her pussy juices had coated both Hunter's finger and the puckered opening itself, to the point that any resistance on her part would have been useless. Her ass had no choice but to surrender itself to the curious couple. Amy decided that it was time to completely demonstrate to Faith her subservient status. With Hunter's finger still buried deep in the slave girl's ass, Amy spoke, "Faith, you are going to stand up, keeping Hunter's finger exactly where it is, slowly walk over to the coffee table, bend over, and rest your upper body on the table to support yourself, while still exposing your cunt and ass to my husband and I. Are my instructions clear?" The surprised slave responded with a simple, "Yes Mistress." The thought of having to walk with something in her ass terrified Faith. She had never imagined even having to attempt this before. As she stood up straight, Hunter buried his finger even farther inside of her to ensure that it didn't slip out. Not forgetting her earlier instructions, she maintained eye contact with Amy, who was standing naked from the waist down, her equally soaked pussy dominantly exposed. She walked, or rather kind of shuffled/waddled to the coffee table, ever conscious of the intrusion in her rear. The embarrassment made the five steps to the table feel like five miles. When she finally arrived, she bent over as instructed and buried her face, attempting to hide her shame. "Very nice. You are an obedient little slut, aren't you?" Amy said as she resumed stroking the slave's wet pussy lips. "Slave?" Amy asked (more as a statement than a question), "Turn your head so that your cheek is laying on the table and your face isn't hidden. While we keep entertaining ourselves with your little private areas, I want you to reach between your legs, and rub your clit like your life depends on it. I want to watch you have an orgasm, bent over on my coffee table, ass in the air, legs spread, your best friend's finger up your ass, and his wife's touch on the lips of your humiliated pussy. You have my full permission to cum, as long as you tell us when it's happening. Can you do that for me, slave?" "Oh God, yes Mistress!" gasped Faith as her hand rushed to her hard, engorged, aching, clitoris. In less than ten seconds she was screaming, "I'M CUMMING MISTRESS!! OH MY FUCKING GOD I'M CUMMING!" followed by wild screams, and uncontrollable bucking in her hips, seizing of muscles in her back, and jerking of her head as her whole body writhed around; wave after wave of pleasure over-ran her body. She came so hard that she nearly fell off of the coffee table onto the floor. Without giving Faith so much as a second to recover, Amy ordered the slave to her feet. Begrudgingly, Faith complied, naturally placing her hands behind her head as she had before. "Slut" began Amy, "go into the kitchen and do my dishes. You will wash them in the sink, by hand. Hunter and I have more business to attend to in here. If you are finished before we are, you may return to us, kneel on the floor, and play with your clit again, but you are not to speak or cum unless instructed otherwise. Do you understand?" Faith again simply replied, "Yes Mistress" and walked into the kitchen to begin her duties. She could observe everything taking place in the living room because of the open floor plan of the house. She had been to the couple's place so many times in the past that she knew where everything in the kitchen was supposed to go. She needed no further instructions from the couple. As Faith took her leave, Amy wrapped her arms around her husband and kissed him passionately. She had no idea that involving another person into their routine would be so hot. As their tongues intertwined, she unzipped his pants, reached inside, and delicately extracted his hard, throbbing penis from the confines of his clothing - as if it was her most precious possession. She turned the two of them at an angle, so Faith could easily see what she didn't get to feel inside of her earlier, from her place in the kitchen. The tip of Hunter's cock glistened with pre-cum that had been smeared all over it while it was contained inside his underwear. A fresh, clear drop had formed in the hole at the end of his cock, and was threatening to drop off the head of his dick, onto the floor between the couple. Gently, Amy gripped his hard penis, underhanded, placing the sensitive foreskin on the underside of his throbbing cock, in the palm of her hand. She held it there, feeling it swell as the hard member contracted in her grip, while simultaneously forcing her tongue inside of his mouth. A Weekend with Friends As the palm of her hand became slick from the clear, slippery fluid seeping from the head of his penis, she began to move her hand in a slow, excruciating, up and down motion on his shaft. Every pass of her slippery hand over his sensitive frenulum threatened to send him into convulsions. As her tongue continued to entwine with his, she remained conscious of the pulsating dick in her hand. She was careful to not allow her lover to waste his seed in her grip. Hunter broke their kiss to remove the remaining clothing from his wife's body. Within moments, Amy was fully naked for the first time that afternoon. From the kitchen, Faith watched intently. She was envious of Faith's grip on Hunter's swollen cock. She was equally enthralled by the sight of Amy's nakedness. She had no idea that the sight of his friend's wife would be such a turn on. Her clitoris was beginning to ache again. Amy returned Hunter's favor by removing all of his clothing, allowing his hard penis to bob up and down freely as he moved, while his balls swayed loosely between his legs. Falling to her knees, Amy cupped her husband's scrotum in one hand, while guiding the tip of his hungry penis into her mouth with the other. The taste of his flesh, along with the saltiness of the fluid dripping from his penis filled her mouth. The harder she sucked, the more she felt him swell - it was a feeling she craved. Each time his cock pulsated in her mouth, she felt a sense of pride at the pleasure her tongue was delivering to the man she had dedicated her life and body to so many years ago. Wanting to save his first orgasm of the weekend for his wife's pussy, Hunter withdrew his overly sensitive member from her mouth. He noticed that the fluid had gone from being perfectly clear to containing a whitish color. It was a sign that he was extremely close to losing control. He knew he wouldn't last long once he buried it inside of her. "Lay down!" Hunter commanded his wife, pointing at the coffee table Faith had just been ordered to cum on moments earlier. Obediently, Amy lay down on the coffee table. It was only able to accommodate her from the ass up, so Hunter instructed her to grab her ankles. While Amy held her legs wide open, shamelessly spread apart in the air, Hunter turned the table so Faith had a perfect view of his wife's soaking wet cunt - from the kitchen. It was covered in her juices the same as Faith's had been earlier. Hunter kneeled between Amy's legs, and teased her tight anus with his tongue. Her whole body convulsed at the contact. He slowly ran his tongue from her anus, up her "taint", over her vaginal opening, against her urethra, over her clit - to the top of it's hood, and then disengaged contact, only to place it on her anus again. Hunter repeated this pattern what seemed to Amy like a hundred times, each time bringing her to the edge of orgasm, but not providing enough constant contact to push her over the edge. Each time his tongue reached her hard clitoris, her anus and vaginal opening squeezed tight as her body shuddered. Clear thick fluid leaked from her vagina in what could only be described as "globs" at that point. Sensing that his wife, who seemed lost to the world, couldn't take another second of his teasing, he attacked her clit with the flat, soft, wet surface of the top of his tongue - taking care not to tense the tip into a hardened point. He plunged two fingers into her vagina, curving them upward to make contact with her sensitive "G-spot", while slipping his pinky beyond the puckered opening of her anus. As Hunter's tongue kept a steady rhythm on his wife's rock hard button, she began to strain against the strongest orgasm of her entire life. Her back arched involuntarily, as her head was forced off the table lunging her chin into her chest. Her hips bucked hard against his mouth, causing his fingers to go deeper inside both or her openings. The instant her first contractions released, she caught her breath and started screaming at the top of her lungs. For what seemed like forever, she lost control of her entire body as wave after wave of pure bliss took over. When it was clear that his wife's orgasm had subsided, and he could remove his fingers, Hunter looked up to see Faith, kneeling on the living room floor, fingers feverishly dancing over her desperate clitoris again, with a faraway look of lust overtaking her entire face. Filled with primal sexual need, Hunter spoke up. He was barely able to talk in complete sentences. "Both of you - in the bedroom - now!" When they arrived in the Master Suite, Hunter spoke again, "Amy, on your back in the bed, legs spread. Faith - keel on the bed at the foot." That's all Hunter could manage. He wanted to act on his lust rather than discuss it. He pulled wrist and ankle cuffs from the drawer of the nightstand, and attached them to Amy's limbs. With Amy on her back, Hunter tied her to the bed. Her arms were extended to each side, and her legs were spread wide in the air, out of his way. Amy's pussy lips were stretched open wide, and her anus was fully exposed in this position. The entire scene was way too much for Hunter to take. He knew he didn't stand a chance. He buried his cock deep inside his wife's hot, wet, needy pussy, and held it there. "Slave!" he ordered, "Get over here so you can see my cock thrust into her pussy." As Faith found a proper vantage point, he ordered her to do the one thing for which she wasn't sure she was ready. "Lick my wife's clit while I fuck her." Amy was shocked by Hunter's instructions. She had always been curious about having her clitoris licked while he fucked her, but she wasn't sure she actually wanted it to happen, much less with a woman. She was even more shocked when she felt Faith's gentle tongue make contact with her most sensitive erotic nerve cluster. The touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, and before she could protest, she gave in to the feeling. She was tied up anyway, she rationalized. Whether she wanted this or not, she couldn't stop it. That mindset helped her to allow the encounter to happen and take pleasure from it without guilt. Seeing his best friend's tongue on his wife's clit - feeling the soft hair on her head rub against his abdomen and even the length of it against his balls - along with her warm breath on his cock each time it withdrew from Amy's intimate depths - was too much to take. Forcefully, Hunter lost control and rammed his cock into his wife with pure animal instinct. Thick white semen filled her pussy as his cock sprayed pulse after agonizing pulse of the fluid deep inside her. Hunter groaned like a mad man as he felt the fluid leave the tip of his cock. His frenulum radiated an incredible pleasurable sensation, while the ridge along the back of his penis head felt like it was on fire. He knew the explosive orgasm was finally over when that same ridge stopped feeling pleasure and became irritated at the slightest touch. Finally withdrawing his softening member from Amy's vagina caused semen to leak out of her opening as well. Hunter instructed Faith (who was still dutifully licking Amy's clitoris per his direction), to clean the semen from Amy's pussy as it came out - using her mouth. He told her to make sure that she swallowed every last drop. It was not to be wasted. Like an eager child, Faith devoured every bit of her Master's semen from her Mistress' hot pussy. When she had eaten all of it, Hunter had her release Amy from her bonds. Faith was horny as hell, but she quickly learned that she would not be allowed relief this time. "Faith, go in the kitchen and prepare dinner for the three of us. There is plenty of food in the fridge. Main course, side dishes, the whole nine yards. While you are cooking, your Mistress and I are going to talk about how we feel about things so far. You aren't to touch yourself between your legs, or your breasts for that matter - at all. When dinner is ready, we will discuss what has happened so far, as well as further plans for the rest of the weekend." Faith took her leave, following her master's instructions, hoping that a post orgasmic Amy was not reconsidering her decision to move forward with their experiment. She was thoroughly enjoying her time away from home.