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Losing Mona

By: bassbelly



The organ started the wedding march. Mona hooked her arm through mine and we started down the aisle. She was really happy. I felt like I was on a death march. Soon my only daughter would belong to someone else. My baby girl would be gone.

We reached the altar and I let her go. I gave her to the young man who had captured her heart. My heart was broken. A major piece of me had been removed. I regretted letting her go, but I had known I would have to eventually. Tears drizzled down my cheeks as I watched my daughter kiss another.

After the wedding, I drove slowly home. Home? It wouldn't be much of a home now that Mona had left me. My wife was dead, my daughter married. I was totally despondent. I had nothing left except a great big house and a collection of cars.

I entered the house and went into the entertainment room. The TV roared to life. I cruised the channels for a while but couldn't find anything interesting. I shut off the TV and went into the den. Trophies I had bagged gazed sightlessly down from the walls. I eyed the gun rack and for a moment considered taking the coward's way out. I slunk from the den like a weasel and went to the kitchen.

There was plenty of left over smoked salmon and a big dollop of caviar. I retrieved some crackers and a half bottle of Chianti and sat down in the dinette for a snack. The food perked me up a little. 

I finished the snack and went to my bedroom, the bedroom I had shared with Mona for two years. Her scent was still in the air. I remembered how she looked the first time I had seen her nude when she was nineteen. My thoughts drifted back to two years ago.

I was retired and so stayed home or attended auto shows across the country hoping to add to my collection. Mona had a job in one of my dealerships.

She came home fuming one day. I looked up from my auction brief. I could see she was distressed. "What's wrong baby?"

"That goddamned Roy Everest made another pass at me. I'm taking my ball bat with me tomorrow and show the son of a bitch that 'no' means 'no!'"

"Now honey, you can't bash everyone who wants to pry your panties off. You would have to thump half of L.A."

"I don't like that asshole. I'm gonna get Jake to kick his ass!"

Jake was my chief mechanic at the dealership where Mona worked. He was a huge guy and could get real mean when provoked. 

"I'm gonna save Roy's ass," I said.

"What are you gonna do daddy?"

"I'm going to fire him before you can get him killed."

I picked up the phone and dialed the number. "Let me speak to Roy Everest."

Roy came on the line. "Hello?"

"Roy, do you know who this is?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Jacobs. I'm sorry about your daughter."

"This is the third time Roy. I'm stopping it right now. Pick up your stuff and hit the road. I'll have payroll issue your final check before you leave. You're fired!"

Mona threw her arms around my neck and jumped onto my lap. I swear that until that moment I had never had a carnal thought about her. She kissed me on the lips and squealed, "My hero! I love you daddy!" She kissed me again and this time she didn't let go. I felt her tongue probe my lips. I tried to open my mouth to ask her what she was doing, but as soon as my lips parted, her tongue shot inside like a striking cobra. She wouldn't break the kiss and the longer it lasted, the less inclined I was to help her break it.

My cock got instantly hard. She felt it bump into her legs and she giggled. I was panting. I couldn't catch my breath. It had been a couple of years since I had been with a woman. "What are we doing?" I gasped.

"I love you daddy. You're so strong and gentle. Please make love to me. I've loved you forever. I wanted to jump your bones right after mama died, but I chickened out. Please daddy, please, please!"

"Oh god, honey, this is so wrong. I'm your father. We can't be together like that," I was giving it all I had.

"I don't care if it's wrong daddy. I want you. That bulge in your pants tells me that you want me too. Please, daddy, please," she begged.

My defenses snapped. Hormones sloshed into me, overcoming my will to resist. I scooped her up and carried her to the bed.

She stripped my clothes from me and stared at my cock. I ripped her clothes off and stared at her pussy. We plunged together in an uncontrolled ball of hormones and lust.

She jumped on the bed on her back. "Lick me, daddy, lick me now!"

My tongue found her vagina and I stabbed it into her. God, she tasted good! All the guilt I might have felt disappeared like a puff of smoke. I sucked her clit between my lips and gently licked it. 

"Oh, yeah," she squealed, "More, more!"

I was now licking the entire length of her cunt. Her juices flowed like flood waters. I drank all of them. "Please daddy, fuck me now!" she cried.

I plunged my cock into her center and sank all of it into her. She grunted a little and then squeezed my dick with her vagina. I pumped harder and harder into her as she bucked and throbbed around my rigid member. Suddenly she squealed and stiffened. Her cunt was throbbing on my dick, sucking me, milking me. She was having a giant orgasm and I shot a load of semen right into the middle of it.

"Oh daddy, that was so nice. I just loved it. As soon as you're hard, I want to do it again."

"I'll do what I can baby. Maybe you should consider moving into my room so I won't have to chase you all over the house."

"First thing tomorrow daddy. I don't want you to get away."

The next day she gave me her first blow job. She had no experience, but still, it was heaven. The next week, we tried anal. It hurt her and I didn't like it much so we dropped it from our agenda. We fucked each other in every room in the house. Any time I wanted pussy, she was ready. Had it not been for the disparity in our ages, I would have married her.

I knew from the beginning that she would eventually meet someone her age and fall in love. It took two years for that to happen. When it did, I didn't get angry. I was just deeply saddened at my impending loss.

Now that she was gone. I would have to find something or someone else to do. I'm still looking.

Losing More Than My Clothes...



I was sweating. The thought of being forced to complete a forfeit, whatever that is, for this woman had me worried. And I would have to do it naked! It didn't help that it was extremely hot out and we had been drinking now for nearly two hours.

"Ok, what ya' got?" Vicky asked. She looked smug, trying to intimidate me with her eyes and poker face.

I pushed the left corner of my laptop to the right and the screen showed my quiz results of nine. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that my score would be an A if I were back in university.

I looked over at Vicky. She frowned and stared at her screen. I felt the air returning to my lungs thinking that I would see her lose her shorts in a few moments.

With her tongue pushing into her left cheek, she countered my turn of my pc with hers as she used her right hand to push the right corner of her pc to allow me to see her score.

I felt like I was at the doctor's office waiting for the bad news about skin cancer or some terrible disease that would devour me.

I focused on the screen and saw that Vicky had scored a ten. A fucking ten! How the hell did she score a ten! My mind screamed at me, "ASSHOLE! I told you!" I listened to Mr. Midnight. Real poor judgment on my part.

"Well Heath, looks like you have a forfeit to complete," as Vicky began the next round of discussion points.

I fidgeted slightly in my chair waiting for the bad news that she seemed to be pondering at the moment.

"Heath, spread your legs for me. Put your legs over the arms of the chair," Vicky instructed me.

I was dumbstruck but said nothing. I complied knowing that she would make me do things for this forfeit.

I slid my ass down across the seat of the chair and placed both of my legs over the chair providing her a view of my exposed crotch and semi-erect cock.

"I thought you would be uncut and a little bit thicker than what we have here," Vicky said as though she were reviewing a report and providing her observations. Her face showing some disappointment in the goods spread before her.

I felt deflated thinking I somehow let her down. Adding insult to injury, Vicky piled on the next humiliating question.

"How big are you Heath when you are hard?" Vicky asked me.

"Uh, I am not sure," I replied somewhat slurring the word sure.

She smiled. "Ok, we better find out then, shall we?" Vicky answered back. I knew it wasn't really a question but her course of action for this forfeit. "Go and get me a tape measure or ruler."

I lowered my legs from the arms of the chair and my feet hit the stone floor of the patio. The cold stones felt soothing in the hot and humid summer air. 

"Get going," Vicky ordered me. "I will be back in a few minutes and you better be ready to be measured."

I staggered slightly into the house and I saw Vicky slip past the wooden divider and back to her place. 

I thought about getting my laptop, locking the door, turning off the lights and calling it a night but I thought that I went this far, I might as well see where this goes.

I fumbled through the townhouse, walking naked through the kitchen, rummaging through the junk drawer. Nothing. I went to the basement and looked through my meager collection of tools as my dick swayed back and forth as I walked across the cold cement floor.

I found a tape measure and a yardstick. I was drunk and perplexed. Which one to bring? A smile crossed my face. Why not I thought so I grabbed both but carried the yardstick. Speak softly and carry a big stick I think was the quote. I chuckled to myself.

I stumbled up the stairs and looked out onto the patio. I blinked and had to look twice. Vicky placed candles or something resembling a candle on the table. Shit more light but luckily no one else in the development could see my patio.

As I went through the patio door and outside, I noticed that a chaise lounger was open. Did I leave it open?

"Took you long enough. Where were you?" Vicky looked at me with some concern but that quickly evaporated into laughter as she the yardstick. 

"I don't think we need that! You better break that into smaller pieces!" as she pointed and laughed at my soft dick. In the parade rest mode, my friend was about four inches long. When hard, it grows to about seven or eight inches. Little did I know, an accurate measurement was just around the corner.

"Well, this won't work," Vicky muttered.

"Oh, don't worry about the yardstick. We can break it in half you like," I replied to her negative comment.

"No, look at you, your hair is too long and hides your manhood. Let's take care of that shall we." It was not a question. "Now hop on that lounger and spread those legs again Heath."

I stood frozen for a moment trying to comprehend Vicky's order. Cut and trim my pubic hair? No way!

"Er Vicky, I think this is not what I had in mind when we started playing," I stammered and fumbled in response to her comments and one-sided conversation.

"Oh?" Vicky replied. "Ok."

Whew, I said good night and began to turn toward the patio door but she just stood there. I reached for the door handle and tried to slide the door open. Locked.

I stood facing the glass door. Shit!

I turned and Vicky held up my keys.

"Now, where were we Heath?" Vicky smiled and giggled slightly.

I was a defeated man. I walked over to the lounger, sat down and spread my legs for her. I had resumed the position of my legs over the arms of the chair.

Vicky knelt beside me and took a small pair of scissors and began to trim away at my pubic hair. Snip, snip, snip. The area above my cock was cut short and she caressed my testicles like two precious eggs to be massaged and protected.

Of course, Mr. Midnight enjoyed the stimulation and began to wink his one eye at her.

"Hello big fella? Are you coming out of your coma for Ms. Vicky?" Vicky cooed as my dick started to come to life.

She laughed to herself. I laid back and closed my eyes as she trimmed all of my pubic hair to a crew cut or so it seemed.

"Hmm, I'm not so sure about this. Looks kind of cheap. What do you think Heath?" as Vicky held a small mirror for me to view her efforts.

"Uh, I don't know. It looks ok to me. Are you done with this little game now?" I replied somewhat tired of the whole little affair.

"Your right, it needs to be done right and clean," Vicky replied ignoring my response and providing her own dialogue to the scene.

"Heath, I am going to make you look young again," Vicky continued as though she was some type of beautician or magician, her 38 D breasts swinging freely causing my friend to remain hard.

"We need an accurate measurement," Vicky said to herself. "So, only one course of action to ensure the accuracy. Wax."

"What!" I yelled at her as she used her left hand to push me back down.. With her right hand, a small silver object flashed temporarily blinding me.

"If you upset me, I will email this picture to the townhouse association. Got it?" Vicky barked at me.

I eased myself back down into the chaise lounger. "Got it," I replied registering another defeat.

"Ok, first things first. Trimmed, now for the wax," Vicky smiled at me and moved what I thought was a candle closer to the both of us.

She stirred a wooden tongue depressor around and pulled out what looked like a piece of lasagna. Out came the lasagna and Vicky smiled and said, "This will be warm for a bit and will sting when I remove it. Ready?"

"No," I replied. She responded with a laugh.

Wow, that was more than warm. That was hot!

It cooled and it felt better as the wax dropped form a billion degrees and began to harden slightly. Vicky was stroking my cock as the wax cooled.

Her manual manipulation felt oh so good. 

"Ok, Heath, this is the part that stings. Ready?"

Just as I was about to reply, Vicky slapped the wax strip then yanked it hard taking all of the hair that the wax had sealed to the lasagna.

I shrieked nearly leaping off the chair and over the wooden partition separating our townhouses.

"Oh fuck!" I yelled.

"Stop being such a baby you pussy. We women do this every three or four weeks for you guys!" Vicky replied to my expletive.

"You better hold on for the next one," Vicky instructed me as she applied the next wax coating to my other side. "I think we will need to do four more so you better hold on tight!"

She repeated the process again, slapping the area then yanking it hard. 

My response was less vocal as I gritted my teeth and looked at both wax strips on the floor. They looked like two side burns hacked off of big foot. 

My pubic bone area was next. I felt the warm wax and then the slap. "Oh!" I squeaked out as my pubic bone, left and right sides of my cock were now devoid of any hair.

"Ok, it looks like two more wax strips and you should be done," Vicky casually mentioned as though she did this for a living.

Vicky lifted and moved my penis about and manipulated my balls checking for hair.

Without saying a word, Vicky took one hot wax strip and placed it across my left nut and another across the right. I could feel the warm wax settle on my asshole. 

"Ready? This one will hurt a bit more," Vicky so politely informed me.

I nodded yes, succumbing to this woman's erotic forfeit. The sweat on my forehead began to run down and the effect of the alcohol seemed to be evaporating. Funny how a guy can sober up when a wicked woman is doing mean things to his genitals. Sure had me thinking!

Rather than prepping me with a smack on my nuts, Vicky grabbed the left wax strip and ripped. I was frozen in shock and pain. If she was looking for a confession, I was ready to tell her anything.

She continued her grooming process and ripped the right strip off as well. I was near tears and Vicky was inspecting her work, my legs still draped over the side of the chaise.

I laid there for a few moments with my eyes shut. I began to hear some clicking and whirring somewhere.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw Vicky continuing with her pictures and smiling. Her nipples were erect and it was evident that she was very aroused by this sight.

"Ok big fella. Let's get you measured!: Vicky exclaimed excitedly.

I stood on wobbly legs and felt a warm breeze where there should be none. I looked and saw a completely bald scrotum.

"Take a look," Vicky told me. "Go on, lift your cock and touch your balls. See how smooth they are!"

I did as ordered and she continued to take more pictures of me. 

I had to admit, I did look much longer than when covered in hair.

Vicky handed me the tape measure that she found on the floor and I pulled it out.

"Ok, hold it against the pubic bone on top and measure to the tip of your cock," Vicky continued the one-sided dialog. "And pre-cum doesn't count!" Vicky added.

The camera continued to flash and whir as she memorialized my loss and forfeit.

"Now for the best part," squealed Vicky tossing me a small bottle of lube.

"Get it nice and hard Heath for the next measurement," as Vicky continued to build on this session.

I caught the lube and, without thinking, applied some lube to my hand and semi-erect cock. I slowly began to pump my dick, feeling it grow in my hand.

Vicky had pulled up a chair in front of me and was rubbing her breasts and tweaking her nipples.

"How is it going now?" Vicky asked me.

"Mmm ok," I replied.

"Looks better to me. Now let's get that measurement," Vicky said.

I could not believe it! I was so close to cumming and now she wanted to measure me! Argh!

She pulled out the tape measure and announced, "Better than I thought you could do, eight inches!"

I smiled and was proud of my friend. A job well done!

I was brought back to reality when Vicky happily said, "Smile!" A flash from the digital camera temporarily blinded me.

Vicky smiled at me and said, "You want to finish for me now?"

I replied, " I could use some help if you would be so kind."

I thought she would come over and jerk me off but rather she placed her left nipple in her mouth and let her tongue dance around it. 

Her saliva glistened from the glow of the pc screen and candle. Wow! 

Vicky continued and sat down in the chair putting her left leg over the chair and her breasts bounced. My cock grew a bit more.

Vicky began to rub her pussy through her cut offs and she moaned slightly. 

I closed my eyes as I was getting closer to shooting my load. Just as I was about to cum, the clicking and whirring continued. I could not stop being so close to cumming. Vicky continued taking pictures of me in a very private moment.

I shot my load with the first spurt landing about a foot from me. Vicky gasped.

"Oh wow! How Yummy! Vicky squealed.

My second and third loads dribbled and fell onto the patio floor before me. Sweat ran down my body and my chest glistened in the dim light. I could feel the sweat run down my back and into my crack. This time there was no hair in my crotch to catch it and it continued down my legs. Ugh!

Vicky was in seventh heaven as my cum was on the floor between us. "Lovely!" was her remark.

I took a deep breath and I thought I could call it a night. I looked at the computer screen and the little clock in the corner indicated 1:05 AM. 

"Ok ready?" Vicky looked up at me and massaged her breasts a bit. I was mesmerized by her actions and those ever hardening nipples.

"Ready, yeah sure. For what?" I replied to her question.

"You owe me a tank of gas!" Vicky exclaimed.

To be continued.



Losing More Than The Game



I had the next day off of work, and was looking forward to my first Monday Night Football game in about four weeks. I grabbed a beer and some chips, and plopped down on the sofa. I grabbed the remote and turned the channel to ESPN for some pre-game talk. Just then, my wife Kristina entered the room.

"Oh, honey, I forgot to tell you. Melissa, Kate, Megan, Kristi and Heather are all coming over to watch TV. I've got some tiny sandwiches and some fruit made up if you want any. We'll need the living room, if you don't mind." She batted her eyes at me and gave my leg a little squeeze. As all males know to do in such a situation, I nodded my head and told her it was no problem. Great, here I was ready to enjoy the game, and I find out that my wife is having five of her best girl friends over to watch a new Monday night chick flick. Finger foods and gossip... not my cup of tea. Really it was no big deal. We have another television in the bedroom and I planned to sack out and watch football all night anyway. There just might be some gossip and laughter wafting through the halls as well. I could make do. I told Kristina that I'd probably hole up in my room and she seemed fine with it, so all was good. I grabbed my beer and headed out.

I didn't really even notice the girls arrive. The first half of the game got going, and it was turning out to be a slugfest. The action was intense, and I had the volume turned way up. I didn't really notice the sound of female chatter in the other room. This night was turning out to be all that I had hoped for: a relaxing night watching competitive, increasingly intense football in peace and quiet. I needed it after how busy I had been with work recently. I think I had been home before 10:00 about three times in the past month, but finally things were starting to slow for me at work.

At halftime, I decided to wander out of my cave to the kitchen. The show had just started, and the ladies were all engrossed. I slipped by quietly to the kitchen. In the process, I took note of the variety and attractiveness of the six females cuddling in my living room. My wife, Kristina, had just turned thirty but was looking as good as ever. She is 5'3, black hair and brown eyes, and about 105 lbs. Some would say she is tiny, but I think she's perfect. She has these great B cup breasts and a tight behind. She was wearing a black, v-neck shirt which was hanging loosely, allowing me a nice look at her cleavage.

Kristina was sitting next to Melissa. Melissa is a little shorter than Kristina, about 5'1, again with dark black hair. However, that is where the similarities end. Melissa has some of the largest breasts I have even seen. Kristina told me once they were triple D cup. Melissa is a little conservative, and was wearing a sweater which fit her snugly but certainly offered no view of her ample cleavage. She was also wearing a blue jean skirt which came down to about the top of her knees, offering a nice view of her slender legs.

On the floor in front of the couch and between Melissa and Kristina was Megan. Megan is the athletic one of the bunch. She's about 5'7, blonde hair and blue eyes, and in incredible shape. She's not around much, but when she is she always catches my eye. Her body is just so toned, and she has very beautiful eyes and this cute little curved nose. She was wearing a white blouse with some tight blue jeans. Her breasts seem a little bigger than Kristina's, but certainly not Melissa's size -- maybe a C cup. 

Across the way on the love seat were Kristi and Heather. Kristi is a little taller than Kristina, probably about 5'4. She is also in incredible shape (a runner). She has curly, brunette hair and breasts that are probably a large A cup. She was wearing a sweater and blue jeans. Next to her was Heather. Heather is a little taller than Megan, probably 5'8. She has strawberry blonde hair, though I think it might be a little more naturally red than it appears. I say this because of her light complexion and the hint of freckles on her face. She also has large breasts, which were showing nicely down her green blouse as she leaned forward watching her show. They seemed slightly freckled along with her face.

Lastly, Kate was sitting in the recliner next to the love seat. Kate could be Kristina's twin. She is about the same size (a little taller, but tiny as well -- no way she breaks 100 lbs) with probably the same size breasts as Kristina. She was wearing a summer dress which was riding up a little on her legs. She definitely grabbed my attention as I walked through to the kitchen, as a large portion of her smooth thighs were showing. 

I took this all in as I passed through the room. My wife sure had attractive friends. I felt a little twinge in my cock as I thought about having seen Kate's thighs and Heather's ample bossom as I crossed through. I poured myself another drink. Work had definitely cut into my sex life in the last few weeks, and I was feeling the effects. I was definitely looking forward to later tonight after everyone left. My cock was already warming to the thought.

I loaded up with a few more snacks and headed to the bedroom. As I passed through the room I again took notice of the lovely ladies in my living room. This time I actually got an acknowledgement of my presence as I got a hello from Kate and Melissa. However, they were all still engrossed, and I headed off to catch the second half of my game. 

The third quarter was just as good as the first half, and I was appreciating my good luck of finally having had a night free to actually watch. I noticed about halfway through that the girls in the living room started to get louder, but I just turned up the volume a little more and went on watching. Finally, the third quarter came to a close. I decided to run to the kitchen again, and to also see what the girls were up to. 

It appeared the show had ended. The girls were sitting around the dining room table, playing cards and drinking mixed drinks. I always liked to make subtle sexual jokes to Ms. Conservative Melissa, so I asked her if they were playing strip poker and if I could join. Of course, she laughed and reddened as she usually did. The others all laughed as well. Kristina asked how the game was going and I gave her my report. She told me I could now move to the living room if I wanted; the TV was bigger and was in HDTV. Of course, the girls couldn't promise to keep the noise down, but I thought the large screen might be nice for the fourth quarter so I decided to move anyway. I grabbed my drink and plopped down in the couch. 

The girls paid me no mind as they continued with their card game and I continued on with football. They kept talking, gossiping, as girls do. Eventually, about halfway through the fourth quarter, the girls switched games and decided to play Trivial Pursuit. This got a little interesting, as none of them knew much except in the popular culture category. A couple of them were also okay at history, but for the most part there were very few pieces being won. 

As the game went on, I began to laugh as I overhead some of their answers, which provoked an immediate reaction. "C'mon, smart guy, why don't you join us if you know so much?" said Megan. I took their ribbing but responded that I was into the football game, which was really getting interested. However, I kept the jibes coming whenever they missed what I considered to be an obvious question. Of course, that only provoked further reaction from the girls, especially when I told them I could take them 6 on 1. A couple of them got my double meaning, which provoked a round of laughter, but they also feigned outrage that I would claim to be so much smarter. 

The football game ended. Kristina immediately came over and told me to get in on the game if I was so smart. "C'mon big guy, show us what you got." I laughed and again said I could take them all 6 on 1. It looked as though the girls had planned for this response, as they immediately agreed to the game. This would be interesting: 6 on 1 in Trivial Pursuit. Pretty sure I was at a distinct disadvantage, especially with my lack of knowledge in the popular culture category. 

As I sat down, my wife immediately said "What are the stakes?" I smiled and said we should play for clothes. She playfully hit me and said that that wouldn't be fair to our guests. However, she had an idea. Whoever lost among she and I (I on my own and her with a team of 5 girls) would be the slave of the other for the next 24 hours, starting immediately after the game ended. We were both off work the next day, so it would be a full 24 hours. I thought the idea, either way, sounded interesting, so I agreed. The girls all laughed and giggled and the game began.

As the game began I was already thinking of what I would do if I won. I always liked it when Kristina shaved her pussy, but she didn't like to keep up with it every day so usually that only happened for special occasions. That would definitely be involved. My cock started hardening and I tried to hide it under the table. Maybe some handcuffs would be in order... I was pretty excited. 

My excitement lessened significantly as I quickly realized that 6 on 1 was a bad combination for Trivial Pursuit. On their own, the girls didn't really have expertise in many categories. Joined together, each seemingly had the perfect fit for their team. After 20 minutes the girls only needed one more chip and I had only earned two. 

Defeat was imminent. I comforted myself with the thought that Kristina most definitely likes sex, so I was hopeful that at least that might be involved in my 24 hours of slavery. A guy can hope, no?

The girls only needed a piece from the sports category. They landed on orange and I pulled the card. Amazingly, the question was about figure skating. What were the odds? My wife loves figure skating and I knew that she would answer it correctly. I prepared myself for the inevitable. "Kristi Yamaguchi" she answered correctly, and the girls burst out into wild applause. 

Immediately the questions were flying: "What are you going to do?" A slave for a day!" "Can I get a backrub?!?" "Gonna make him run errands?" The possibilities seemed endless, and the girls burst into huge smiles and congratulations of one another. They then huddled together to discuss their options.

"Hey now," I piped in. "I am Kristina's slave, not everyone's." 

The girls all burst out laughing and Kristina responded, "well, maybe we'll just have a sleepover so that we can all get our slave's full services. I think that breakfast for six sounds delightful." I now saw that I was in for more than I expected. There might be some actual work involved in this slavery. Oh well. I resigned myself, gritted my teeth and prepared for a week-long honey-dew list in a day. The girls continued to whisper and finally came to a consensus. 

"Okay honey," my wife said, "first we need you to put on your slave outfit. The girls and I are going to make it right now. You need to go into the den and hand out your clothes, and I will pass in your uniform." This was worse than I could imagine. I could just picture the shirt they would give me, probably with the word "slave" written across it for me to have to wear in public. Or worse, they would have me wear women's clothing or something degrading like that. I had lost though, fair and square. Probably shouldn't have been so arrogant. 

I moved into the den and stripped off my shirt and pants. I took them and handed them out the door to Kristina. "Hey now hot stuff, that's not it. We need all your clothes." Kristina called. Uggh. I certainly didn't want to have to wear a dress or something like that with nothing underneath. I could just imagine them giving me a "toga." There would be nothing to keep me from getting a hard on while "slaving" for the girls, my bulge showing clearly through. 

Oh well though, a deal's a deal. I stripped off my boxers and handed them out. "Okay sweetie, we're getting it together. Just stand in there and wait. I will bring it in in a second." I stood, naked, in the middle of the den. The door was closed. I could hear the girls giggling and laughing and opening and shutting drawers in our bedroom and in the living room. I couldn't even imagine what I was getting into. I wished I wasn't quite so "smart" sometimes. As I stood there thinking about the situation I was in, I started getting hard. Of course, what else could happen? I thought.

Suddenly, the door burst open. All six girls rushed in. I stood in shock. I never imagined that this would be the decision the girls would make, to all burst in on me and take in my naked form. The girls were laughing as they burst in, but the room quickly got quiet as they stood and stared at me. They each had huge smiles on their faces. I was so turned on to be ogled by these hot women that I quickly hardened. My eight inch cock thickened before their very eyes. My wife stepped forward and grabbed my cock. "We decided that this was the perfect outfit for such a sexy slave. The girls and I have decided that we want our slave naked for the next 24 hours. Maybe this will teach him some humility." She squeezed my cock, causing it to pulsate in her hand. Megan then stepped forward. "Wow Kristina, I know you always said you enjoyed sex, but you never told us why. I have never seen such a thick cock. Must be nice." I turned red at the compliment. Kristina had always said that the best thing about my cock was its thickness. It filled her pussy so perfectly, and when she sucked it she could barely get her lips all the way around. 

I could not believe it; it was like I was in a dream. The only thing was, in my dreams the girls would be naked too. It didn't look like that was going to happen anytime soon. Then Megan shocked us all. "Can I touch it?" "Sure." Kristina answered. "My slave is your slave. That goes for all of you." Megan stepped forward and grasped my cock. She didn't grab it as hard as Kristina. Instead, she had a kind of loose grip. She slowly stroked me, and then reached under to fondle my balls. This was amazing. I could get used to this kind of slavery. She moved her hands up again and stroked. A drop of pre-cum showed on the tip of my cock, and she rubbed the tip and rubbed it into my cock. "It looks like our slave is enjoying himself too much." Kristina said. "That's not what slaves are supposed to do."

"I know," entered Heather. "Let's see what kind of athletic ability our slave has. We need to test his faculties to see what we have here. Need to know if he's up to the task. I've got it. Let's make him do jumping jacks!" All the girls laughed and agreed that this was a perfect idea. Of course, I enjoyed the earlier actions better. This was a little embarrassing. 

Kristina slapped my ass and told me to get going. My face turned beet red, but I did as I was told. Slowly I jumped up and down, raising my arms above my head and spreading my legs wide, then bringing them down to my sides and bringing my legs together again. My cock rose and fell as I jumped. The girls laughed and giggled. They especially liked it when my cock rose to hit my stomach. They laughed every time they heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

I did jumping jacks for a good five minutes. The girls all moved around, taking in my naked form from various angles. Megan popper out her cell phone and took some very indecent pictures. 

"Okay, that's enough of that." said Heather. "What next? I know - push-ups. We'll see those strong arms and also get to check out that tight ass." The girls again agreed. I got down and began my push-ups. A couple of the girls laid down to get a better view and make sure my cock just barely touched the ground as I came down, while others stood above and checked out my ass. I felt like such a piece of meat. Eventually, I couldn't do anymore, and I collapsed. 

"Well," said Megan, "that was a great job. However, we don't want our slave cramping up. You're going to need to stretch out. Stand up and I'm going to put you through some stretches." I stood up. She came behind me and grabbed my hips. She then pushed my upper back forward. "Alright slave, touch your toes." I bent forward, and my knees slightly bent. "No slave! Do not bend your knees. That is not a proper stretch." She spanked my ass. My cock pulsated. I straightened my legs. Megan backed up slightly and I could tell she was taking in my ass. Actually, all the girls had moved to behind me. I was baring my ass for all six girls. They could clearly see my balls and cock hanging down in front of me.

"Let's give our slave a thorough examination," said Kristina. She moved in and spread my ass cheeks. I was bent over at the waist, my ass high in the air, and these six gorgeous girls were behind me with a clear view of my ass hole. Kristina ran her hand down my ass and stopped at my ass hole. She slowly inserted a finger. "Yes, we need a thorough examination. I am not a professional at this, so I'm not sure what I'm feeling for. Melissa, you're a nurse. Why don't you give this slave a good physical?" I had now been bent over with my ass displayed for over a minute. My face was even redder, as the blood was starting to rush to my face. I couldn't believe it, but Ms. Conservative Melissa moved in behind me. She started her hand at my shoulders and slowly pushed down my back. Her hand came to my ass crack and kept on going. I was tingling and my hard cock stiffened even more. I felt her finger approach my hole. She hesitated, but then pushed through. I could feel her finger inside me, moving around and widening my hole. It actually felt amazing. I thought I might cum right there. Finally, she pulled it out and smacked my ass. She told me I could stand up. I did slowly, my cock still at full attention.

"Alright slave," said Kate, who to this point had been her normal quiet self. "Why don't you move to the living room and lay down on the floor on your back? I think the rest of us need to give you an inspection." I did as I was told. I moved into the living room and laid on the floor. Kate grabbed one leg and Kristi grabbed the other. They spread them wide, and began to slide their hands up and down my legs. Megan moved to my chest and began to rub her hands through my chest hair. Melissa and Heather immediately went to my cock. Melissa traced the head of my cock with her finger, while Heather went lower and began to fondle my balls. Kristina moved to my face and gave me a kiss on the lips. "Thanks for being such a great slave. Of course, it appears you're enjoying it." "I am now," I responded.

The girls kept at it. Kristi and Kate moved higher on my legs until I had four sets of hands fondling my cock and balls. Someone's hand moved below and again started fondling my ass hole. I felt like I could cum any second, and I thought I should give them fair warning. "No coming yet for our slave, we don't want him to lose energy." said Kristina. She knew me well. The girls groaned as they wanted to watch me cum, but decided that I was more useful with everything pent up inside, so they agreed. "Didn't someone say something about a backrub?" asked Kristina. 

"I did," said Megan, "and I could really use one. I worked out so hard today." 

"Sounds good, girls. My slave gives the best backrubs. I think we should each get a 30 minute back-rub. I'll set up a temporary "massage table" on our bed. While one gets a massage, the rest of us can hang out in here and chick-flick it up. This is going to be the best slumber party ever!" 

Wow, thirty minutes each. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to do this for three hours. I really was going to be slaving away. "Okay" I said, "it's a plan, but to make it that long I'm going to have to use massage oil. It keeps my fingers a little more limber." Of course, the girls had no protests, so we moved to the bedroom. Kristina laid out a towel on the bed so that the oil would not get all over the sheets. "Wow, so this'll be like a real massage. Do I need to put on a towel?" asked Megan. "Well, you can keep your shirt and everything on if you want, but you'll probably get oil all over it." I responded. 




Losing More Than The Game



That was all Megan needed to hear. She walked into the bathroom to get a towel. I went to set up the "massage table." The rest of the girls all wandered back into the living room to que up a chick flick. 

Megan came out in just a towel. She was hot. She had let her blonde hair out of its ponytail and tied the towel right above her breasts. Of course, that way it showed the majority of her legs. They were so toned, so athletic. My cock had never really softened (six hot females staring at my nude body wouldn't allow it) but had it, I would have stiffened right up again.

I stepped out of the room. I told Megan to get comfortable so that I could have access to her back, and then to call me in. She called me in. Just then, Kristina yelled a reminder "no clothes hubby, remember!" The girls all laughed. I walked in, still naked. I found Megan lying on the bed, her towel only covering her ass. Her back was so sexy. I have always found the shoulders and back of a beautiful woman to be so sexy, and my cock hardened all the more. I climbed on top the bed. 

"I'm going to have to straddle you, as I can't really access from the side of the bed." "No problem, just make sure I get my thirty minutes." Megan smiled and relaxed. I crawled on top and poured massage oil into my hands. I rubbed them together and slowly began to rub her shoulders. I made broad strokes up and down her back, from lower back up to neck. From the sound of it, Megan was enjoying her run-down. I was too. As I rubbed her back I made sure to rub down her sides, down to the outsides of her breasts. My cock was in constant contact with her back or with her towel. After about ten minutes I asked if there were any other places that needed rubbed. She told me she always enjoyed foot massages. I climbed off and moved to the foot of the bed. This was more like it. 

I spread her legs slightly and lifted her left foot. I began to rub. I could see her soft, pink pussy under her towel. Of it looked so good! She appeared to have at least shaved around her pussy lips, as I did not see a hint of hair there. I couldn't move my eyes.

I moved to the other leg, again spreading her legs a little more. I still didn't have a great view, but could clearly see the outline of her pink lips. After hitting each toe and each foot at least twice I decided to try my luck. I began to move up her legs, rubbing each of her calves. Then, I spread her legs even more and began to rub her thighs. Now, I could clearly see her pussy. It could only be clearer had I removed her towel. I rubbed higher and higher, eliciting another sigh.

"Would you like me to rub your ass? Kristina really likes it." 

"Oh yeah." Megan removed the towel for me. Now, this sexy, athletic, blonde hottie was lying on the bed in front of me, naked. Her ass was HOT! And I could clearly see her pussy. I was pretty sure it was wet, it certainly looked that way to me. I grabbed both cheeks and began to rub. Slowly at first. She sighed. "Oh yeah, this is definitely good. I needed this."

I kept massaging. I slipped a finger closer and closer to her ass crack as I went. Then, I rubbed down her inner thigh, brushing what I was sure was a very wet pussy. I was right. I could feel the wetness. She sighed again. I went another five minutes before climbing higher and again rubbing her shoulders. Now, my cock was in contact with her naked ass. I positioned myself so that my cock was pushing hard into her crack. She didn't try to move. The feeling on my cock was amazing, the soft skin of this hottie's fine ass enveloping my cock.

Just then, Kristina entered the room. "Enjoying yourselves you two?" she laughed. 

"I know I am," responded Megan. 

"Well, you have about five more minutes, so if you want anywhere else rubbed you better get on it." Kristina replied. 

Immediately, Megan rolled over beneath me. "Breasts please," said Megan. Oh, I was in heaven. Megan's breasts were just wonderful. Definitely a C cup, a hand full. Her pink nipples were sticking out a good half inch, and her aeroela were about 1 ½ inches in diameter. I wanted to lick, but with the massage oil already covering her body decided just to rub. I rubbed her amazing breasts for a good two minutes before moving to her belly and then down to the front of her thighs. I didn't give her breasts as much time as I would have liked (hours) because I wanted to see this fine pussy from the front. Megan definitely shaved her pussy lips, but had a tuft of light blonde hair running up from the crevice of her pussy. I rubbed her thighs and down to her knees so I could get a better view. 

She saw what I was doing and spread her legs for me, without any attempt on my part. I could see the darker pink of her pussy inside her lips as it slowly opened up. Man, I wanted to touch, but with only minutes remaining I didn't want to start something that would have to stop. I moved back up and rubbed her breasts for another minute until Melissa entered the room. 

"Times up Megan. Oh. Wow. Umm, that is not the massage that I want, thank you." Megan laughed and jumped up. She smacked me on the ass and grabbed my cock. Shaking it she smiled and said, "Thank you very much sir. You are a very good slave." At that, she wrapped herself in the towel and wandered out. I was sad to see her fine body leave, especially with Melissa's comment. My cock was starting to ache from a distinct need to explode. However, I gathered myself and turned to Melissa.

"I'm the slave. Just get comfortable and tell me what you want. I am at your service." 

She smiled and turned toward the bathroom. "I'll get comfortable, but I'm not getting naked, big guy. I'll be back in a second." A minute later, she exited the bathroom. She was wrapped in a white towel. Her huge breast lifted the towel to just above mid-thigh, giving me a good view of her legs. I was disappointed to see black bra straps still over her shoulders; I was pretty sure that if that was still on, then she was definitely still wearing panties. Oh well. I would still make sure she got a good rub-down.

Melissa laid out on the bed and unwrapped her towel. She laid it across her ass and lifted her arms above her head. I poured the massage oil into my hands and got started. I tried not to get oil all over her bra but it was difficult. I made sure to make this clear to her, acting frustrated at my difficulties, but only got a laugh and a "no sir" in return. Oh well. I kept rubbing. Having climbed on top of her to get better access to her back, I made sure to make sure my cock was in constant contact with her at all times. "Gosh, I feel like I have three hands rubbing me," Melissa giggled. That only encouraged me more, and I began to run little circles on her back with the head of my cock. 

She relaxed and I kept going. I asked if she wanted me to do her legs, but she just wanted her back rubbed. It was fun to see her nearly naked. The time flew, as I kept trying to catch a glimpse of boob or ass, and kept trying figure out a way to get her naked. Finally though, I heard the door open. "My turn Melly!" It was Heather. Melissa had me turn around so she could wrap in her towel before standing up and heading out. Seemingly haven taken notes from Megan, she gave me a good "shake" and a thank you before heading out the door. 

Heather followed her to the door. As the door closed I heard the distinct sound of a click. My curiosity was piqued. I was 99% sure that she had just locked the door behind Melissa. "Your hands are probably getting tired huh?" Heather asked. "I'll see if I can come up with some way for a proper massage without completely wearing you out. Turn around so I can get ready."

I turned around. I heard clothes falling to the floor, and Heather grabbing a towel. I was hoping beyond hope that she decided to go au natural underneath that towel. Ever since I met Heather I had wondered about her "true" hair color and was hoping that my suspicion was right and she was a true red, even with her strawberry blonde hair on her head. I was determined to find out.

"All right slave, come here." I turned around and Heather was laid out, towel across her ass just like the last two. I grabbed the massage oil and started to climb the bed. "No, no massage oil. I think I want you to start massaging me with your lips and tongue. After a few minutes, we'll go back to hands, but why don't you get me ready with a more natural concoction? Give your hands a little break"

I had no objection. I started at the tops of her shoulders and kissed across her neck to the other shoulder. Slowly, I began to kiss and lick down her should blades. I made sure to go side to side as far as I could, kissing the outside of her breasts as she raised her arms above her head. I was hoping she would push her nipples to the side so I could get a proper suck, and also see the nipples on those fine knockers, but no such luck. I kissed down to small of her back. Her back was so sexy. Her fair skin began to glimmer under the wanderings of my mouth. It was oh so soft. Every once in a while I had to nibble, I just couldn't resist. Each time, she sighed and seemed to relax even more.

Finally, I got down to the towel. I didn't want to be too forward (and also wanted to try to catch a peak of that pussy), so I went to move down to her legs. "Hey! What's going on here? I need a full massage. You're skipping a very important part."

I had no objection and moved back up. Taking the hint (and taking any chance I could get) I quickly removed her towel and laid it on the floor. Heather seemed happy with the move. She turned her head to the other side and cuddled into the bed, shaking her little ass in my face. I started at the small of her back and began to slowly kiss, lick and nibble back and forth across her ass. I kissed those cheeks for at least five minutes, moving lower and lower, back and forth, but generally kept away from her crack. I got down to her upper legs / lower ass and spread her legs slightly. I took a peak and was not disappointed. Her bush was dark red, even redder than I would have imagined. It was nicely trimmed, but definitely a fire red bush. 

She peeked down at me and smiled. "You were curious, weren't you?" I smiled back and nodded. She spread her legs wider and said "it's only fair you find out since I've gotten to see that sexy cock all night."

I kept kissing and licking, moving down to the tops of her legs. All of the sudden, she rolled over and sat up quickly. She looked at me angrily and told me to stand up. I was shocked, not sure what I had done. "Turn around slave. You are very bad. You are simply not following directions." I did as I was told, still confused as to what was going on here. I thought we were having a good time. I certainly was, taking sight of her sexy pussy and fire red bush for the last few minutes, and kissing her soft skin. 

"Bend over and touch your toes. You must be punished." I did as I was told, and Heather took a hard swat on my ass. It didn't hurt, but I was confused.

"What exactly did I do?" I asked. 

"It's what you did not do." Heather answered. I told you to kiss and lick every inch of me, yet you keep skipping parts. Get down on your knees and turn back around." I did so. As I turned around, I came face to face with Heather's fine ass pointing right in my face. She had turned on the bed so that her ass was facing me, and had gotten on her hands and knees. She reached back and pulled apart her ass cheeks. I could clearly see her tiny ass hole, her pussy folds below with fiery red hair surrounding. "Lick my asshole slave."

This was getting interesting. (Getting...right.) I did as I was told. Slowly, I licked around her tiny, tight hole, getting closer and closer to her anus. Finally, I reached the hole and gave it a little kiss, then a lick. "Tongue fuck my ass, slave." I did as I was told. I pushed my tongue in and out, in and out, of her tiny ass. It was holding my tongue like a glove. She began to shiver, and she reached back to pull her ass cheeks apart even further. I decided to press my luck. I took my hand and started to touch all around her pussy, before slowly pushing her lips apart and inserting my index finger. I fucked her with my finger and my tongue. "Switch them," she announced. I did as I was told. I moved my tongue to her pussy and began to draw circles around her clit, every once in a while fucking her with my tongue. I inserted my finger into her tight ass. 

Just then, I heard the door knob turning. Someone was trying to get in. I wasn't sure this was the position I should be in if someone entered so I went to move, but Heather immediately reached back and grabbed my chin. "Stay! Keep going slave!" she demanded. Whoever was at the door had found a key and I heard the knob turn. In stepped Kristina, my wife. I heard a gasp, and then Kristina loudly said "Umm, girls." It sounded as though she was in a faraway world, I was so into the task at hand. 

"Girls, Heather has broken our rules. Everyone better get in here." I kept going, feeling I had little choice in the matter and glad to hear that at least I wasn't in trouble. The other girls filed in. Each of them let out a little gasp as they came in and saw me assaulting Heather's ass and pussy with my tongue and finger. Suddenly, Heather's body tensed and she let out a scream. Her pussy tightened around my tongue and she came. I could taste and feel the wetness as she came and came. My mouth was dripping from her cum, and her body tightened again and again as wave after wave overwhelmed her. Finally, her orgasm died down and I backed away.

"Heather, we had set strict ground rules, and you have broken them. You must be punished." Kristina stated. The girls huddled together. My cock was throbbing. I think I had been hard for two hours or more, and Heather was sitting naked in front of me, her fiery red pussy wide open for me to see. I wanted to jam it in right there. 

"Alright, we have decided on a punishment. Our slave has been very good to us, and probably should be rewarded. However, we all have heard of your sexual escapades. You would enjoy it if we made him fuck you, so that won't work. You even like giving blow jobs, so that won't work... But, a minute ago, Kate remembered you once saying that the one thing you would never do was give a blow job after getting fucked in the ass. So that's exactly what you're going to do. And, no swallowing. We know how you like the taste of cum. Instead, we want to see you sprayed with cum." 

Heather's face fell, but things were turning around in my mind (not that they had ever been bad). The girls all gathered around, and Kate pointed me towards Heather's ass. Kristina grabbed Heather and pulled her to her hands and knees, and began to spread her ass cheeks. Megan grabbed my cock and guided it to Heather's anus. Slowly I pushed forward. It felt so good to have this sexy woman's ass hole wrapped around me. I slowly pushed in until I could push no more. I waited a second as Heather took in a sharp breath. "Man, that thing is huge" she cried. Slowly I picked up speed, fucking her tight ass. It was SO tight. 

After about two minutes, Kristina grabbed me. I wanted to keep going and cum right there, but she pulled me out and told Heather to get on the floor. "Don't be gentle" Kristina demanded. "Fuck her little mouth. Take that ass-covered cock and stick it deep. Make her lick that thing good. Show Heather that we follow rules at this house." 

I didn't need any more direction. I was really getting into this. I grabbed Heather's hair and pushed myself deep into her mouth. She was an expert cock sucker, and didn't seem to mind the job. She even deep throated me a couple times as I pushed her mouth all the way to the base of my cock. 

This was getting hot. I even noticed that Megan had moved away and her hand was now down her pants. I took note of that for later, perhaps. Woudn't mind helping her out with that. Heather was a pro. This had to be one of the top five blow jobs I had ever had. I was getting closer and closer. Kristina noticed the look on my face change, and realized I was about to cum. "Pull out. Cum all over that naughty bitch." At that, I pulled out. Streams of cum began to fly. I hit Heather's cheek, her nose. I aimed down a little and covered her pink tits (which I really hadn't gotten to see yet). I had been hard for so long that the cum just kept flowing. I had never cum so much. By then end, both of Heather's tits, her cheek, and her hair were glistening with cum. There was a long string of cum hanging from her nose. It was beautiful.

Melissa broke the silence. "Wow! That was awesome! I've never seen a guy cum before." Heather got to her feet and went to grab her towel. "No, no, no." said Melissa. "Your punishment requires you to stay naked with that cum all over you. You need to learn your lesson." Heather dropped the towel, then smiled. She took her breast to her lips and licked it before anyone could stop her.

"Well, what now?" Melissa asked the question we were all thinking. Exactly. What now? Things had definitely gone farther than I had ever expected. I had about 20 more hours of naked slave time left. I was pretty interested in what that might entail. But, that will have to wait for another day...

[To be continued]