2 comments/ 24825 views/ 8 favorites Shauna's Slaves By: BrettJ Shauna Samson entered her apartment and looked around. Everything was in its place; the floors were immaculate, the tiles gleaming. The heels of her boots clicked as she inspected, searching for signs of imperfection and finding none. She was pleased -- he was finally learning his place. It seemed that he finally was aware that not doing as she told him would not be tolerated. She heard no signs of activity and wondered where he was? Looking at the clock on the wall, she saw that it was only 4:45, she was early. He had better not be late. With Nicole out of town, Shauna wanted him around hanging on her every word. Ryan entered the apartment at precisely 4:55. He really was improving; she would have to give him credit for that. Shauna smiled, although she was careful not to let him see. With Ryan, if you gave him an inch, he took a yard. He belonged to her, body and soul. He wasn't allowed to date anyone without asking her, buy anything and he certainly, not ever, would be allowed to fuck someone she didn't approve of. "You've learned to be punctual, this pleases me," Shauna said, taking off her coat and handing to Ryan. He was very careful to hang it properly and treat it with the respect due any of her possessions. He smiled as he saw her there, tall and regal in black PVC from head to toe, her near-perfect body the object of his desire. "Thank you Shauna, I ..." "Mistress Shauna, slave, do not ever forget that," She swatted him across the face with a gloved hand. Really, she knew that one should not treat one's older brother that way, but he had to be kept in line. It was entirely his own fault. If he hadn't broken the heart of Leslie Parton, one of Shauna's best friends, she would not have had to do what she had done. Leslie and Shauna had been best friends since first grade. They played together, ate lunch together -- and had their first sexual experiences in each other's arms, confirming their bi-sexuality early on. When the slim blonde started dating Shauna's older brother, she was thrilled. She would have Leslie in her life forever; they would be sisters and be able to continue their relationship. It hadn't worked out that way. Ryan was a successful investment broker, more concerned with money and power than his pretty blonde girlfriend. He did whatever he needed to do to get ahead, up to and including sleep with a few of his prettier female clients. Leslie found out and was devastated, weeping for hours in Shauna's arms. It took her a long time to get over Ryan; she finally moved away and married a man she adored and loved her just as much. The sad thing was that Leslie was now in Texas and Shauna was in New York. They spoke, but almost never saw each other. Shauna felt like a lost soul for a while, like someone had stolen a piece of her. Shauna needed to get revenge, for herself and for Leslie. Like a Black Widow Spider, she spun her web. She was a brilliant, educated, driven young woman with a deviant mind and now that would work to her advantage. She knew that her brother harbored incestuous desires towards her, so she played it up. She vamped it up whenever they were together, she flirted and made a lewd comment here and there, she let him know that if he would give in to her desires, cater to her whims, he might, just might, have a chance of getting into her panties. One night they were out to dinner and Shauna knew that her opportunity had come. She went to the lady's room and came back almost immediately. Then she dropped her panties on his lap and said "The choice is yours, Ryan. I have other options -- do you?" She had him by the balls and he began doing whatever she commanded, no matter how outlandish her demand. From her job as head saleswoman for the lingerie company Les Printemps, she made excellent money. Shauna decided that she was going to spend most of her money on herself. From that day on, she made Ryan start covering most of her expenses, rent included. Whatever she didn't spend on herself, she had Ryan invest the remainder. "Invest it well, Ryan darling," She would purr "If you make me rich, it will be well worth your while. I promise that I will show you my full gratitude." While all of this was going on, she remade her image. The totally-refurbished Shauna was strong and confident, afraid of no one or nothing. She dressed in sexy clothes and flaunted her 5'11" body in 4-inch heels. Her clothes were designed to show off a body that was sculpted and honed to perfection. Of course, she made Ryan pay for her gym membership. Wasn't she doing all of this for his benefit, she told him. Of course Ryan, fool that he was, begged to be accorded the chance to fuck her. He was almost simpering as he asked to be allowed that honor, just once. Shauna hadn't been with anyone for a while and she had needs, so she relented. Shauna had never played by society's rules, the fact that her brother was going to be her slave and now, her lover, didn't faze her in the least. It was there that Shauna made a near-fatal miscalculation. Ryan was a good lover. No, scratch that, he was a wonderful lover. No, scratch that, he was an incredible lover. Ryan proved to be the kind of lover that a girl could get hooked on. Not just that, he had a cock to match. She could now see why Leslie had been so upset. In bed, his hands alone could bring you to orgasm. His mouth sent her soaring to new heights and when he was fucking her in the spoon position, from behind, she was seeing stars. As he was now slowly becoming aware of her needs, he was becoming in tune with her body. She had him under her thumb but now, she wanted to keep him there. She wanted him enslaved to her horny, needy cunt and at her beck and call for a long, long time. She did some plotting and scheming and knew how to make that happen. She called Ryan to meet her at an address he never knew before. When he entered, she was smiling. It was a rarity and he wondered what he had done to earn her pleasure? "You were punctual Ryan, that's good," Shauna told him. "Welcome to my new home, this is where you will be coming from now on, when I call you, whenever I call you." Ryan looked at the swanky penthouse. He couldn't afford it and he earned a lot more than Shauna. Even with the money he was banking for her, how could she afford all this? She saw the look in his eyes and anticipated his question. "Oh yes Ryan, I do own this apartment, it's all mine. Even though I don't owe you an explanation, I will provide one. Nicole!" A slender blonde entered the room; she appeared to be a bit older than Shauna, in her mid-30's. She was attractive, perfectly coiffed and made up and wore a filmy white negligee. Ryan felt as if he had seen her before although he could not recall just where. "You're trying to remember where you've seen Nicole before, aren't you Ryan?" Shauna smiled evilly. "Let me save you the trouble, Nicole here used to be my boss at Les Printemps Lingerie, didn't you slut?" Nicole trembled a bit, but she also had a delighted look as she looked at Shauna. "Yes, Mistress," She smiled at Shauna. His sister went and sat down on a leather couch that likely would have cost Ryan a week's salary. She was wearing a robe and it opened, underneath was a burgundy merry widow, stockings and heels. He tried not to stare, but Shauna was his goddess and it was impossible. "Nicole got too full of herself one afternoon and was giving me all sorts of attitude, so I told her that I quit and slapped her hard across the face," Shauna smiled. "Tell him what happened next, Nicole." "I -- I asked her to do it again," Nicole said meekly. "Yes, she did. The little slut liked it, didn't you Nicole?" Shauna said in a cool tone. "Yes." "Then, SAY IT!" Shauna snarled. "I -- I liked it. I asked her to spank me, told her I was a naughty slut and need to be kept in my place," Nicole told a stunned Ryan. His relationship with Shauna was depraved and now she had added another person to the mix. "I told her if she wanted to pleasure me, I would allow that, and I would continue working for the company, if she behaved," Shauna giggled. "She wept with joy and I lifted my skirt and had her eat my cunt. She was so good; I nearly peed on her face. Then to put her in her place, I called her secretary in to the office. What's her name, slut?" "Millie, mistress." "Millie, that's right. She's a little strawberry-blonde cutie; I asked Millie if she had ever been with a girl before. She said that she had. I asked her if she found the both of us attractive, she said yes. So I told Millie to get on the couch, hike her skirt and I had the slut eat Millie to a screaming orgasm. You did it too, didn't you whore?" Shauna grinned. "Yes mistress, of course, I would never disobey you," She told Shauna. "Damned right you wouldn't," Shauna swatted her cheek gently. "Then I told Millie she was going to keep an eye on Nicole, to make sure she toed the line. If she disobeyed an order, I would hear about it. I told Millie if she was a good girl, we'd have more fun times like this. You should have seen that little cutie light up, what a doll. What happened next, Nicole?" "You told me to cut you in for 25% of the business, Mistress Shauna." "And ...?" "I did it willingly, of course Mistress!" "And ...?" "I signed over the deed to my penthouse after I asked you to live with me, gladly, Mistress Shauna," Nicole beamed. "You see Ryan -- you see how powerful I am, what I can accomplish with my body? I'm going to be a success Ryan, but I want you around, so here's the deal. I will run your life; you can keep your apartment and have some flings on the side, but on MY say-so. You will continue to invest my money and you will continue to do what I want ... if I want to fuck you, I'll fuck you. But if you need someone to fuck ..." Shauna pointed at Nicole "... she's your new sex toy. You find my big brother handsome, don't you Nicole? You may speak freely." "God yes Nicole, he's gorgeous," Nicole sighed. "Glad to hear that. He used to be a smug bastard, but I've whittled him down to size. Let's go to bed kids, it's been a long day and Shauna needs some fucking," She told them, laughing merrily. The trio undressed and Shauna instructed her toys on how to play together. She sucked on Ryan's cock a bit and then turned him over to Nicole. The older blonde seemed to like sucking cock; she was a natural bi-sexual. She didn't want Nicole overdoing it though; Ryan had to be kept in his place. "All right whore, enough. Would you like to fuck Ryan?" Shauna asked. "Yes Mistress, very much, but don't you want to do that?" Nicole asked reverently. "Hmm, no, I'm not ready to give him that pleasure today," Shauna grinned. "He's going to eat my cunt and you can ride his cock and play with my tits. Both of you had better make me cum or this is the last you'll be seeing of this body for about a week." That threat alone was enough to inspire both of them to do their best work. Nicole's tongue lashed across Shauna's nipples while she rode the thick cock. It felt so hot and nice inside of her, it filled her so nicely. She didn't neglect Mistress Shauna though, she didn't dare. She watched as her lover's brother ate Shauna's cunt. She knew that she should be repelled by the incestuous act in front of her, but anything that Mistress Shauna did aroused her. Nor could she blame her, dark-haired Ryan was almost as beautiful as his younger sibling. When they all came, after Shauna had her climax, she told Ryan to cum outside of Nicole's pussy. Shauna didn't want to eat his cum, he hadn't earned that yet. She didn't want her girlfriend full of Ryan's cum. She ate her clean and said "A reward for pleasing me so much this week, you slut." Nicole was beaming. Shauna turned to Ryan and said "You need to learn to think. You should have pulled out or brought condoms. No sex -- or masturbation -- for 3 days -- after tonight," Shauna told him. "We'll need you tonight, but after that, nothing - understand?" Ryan took care of the women after that and followed Shauna's instructions to the letter. When he saw them again on Friday, he was aching for it and both women were equally pleasured. At the end of the evening, Shauna explained the rules. "You two can start dating, if you go out together; none will be the wiser. If either of you needs to fuck someone and I'm not around, I guess ..." Shauna sighed, easing up the leash a bit "... you can fuck each other without asking me if it's okay. But ONLY each other, are we clear? Anyone else, you must ask my permission." "Yes, Mistress," They said in unison, hugging each other and then Shauna, who allowed their impertinence just this once. It had now been a year since their initial threesome. Shauna had everything in place, it was just so. "How are my investments doing, Ryan? I'd like to know, please." Shauna rarely said please, so Ryan rushed to answer. "You have nearly a quarter of a million dollars in the bank, Mistress Shauna." The normally composed Shauna nearly lost her cool and collapsed. She caught herself and grinned. "Wow Ryan, that's wonderful, I'm proud of you, baby," She grinned, letting go of control for a change. "Thanks -- Shauna," He beamed, sensing it was okay to call her by her first name just this one time. "Did you do as I told you and get the ring?" She asked. "In my pocket, ready for when Nicole gets home tomorrow," He grinned. Shauna had told her brother that all of this worked too well to let it stop. His place was too expensive and he spent 4 or 5 nights a week with herself and Nicole anyway. Why not move in and then the idea hit her? Why not have Nicole and Ryan get married? They actually adored each other and it would be the perfect set-up and she did want to be an aunt one day. Ryan agreed with his sister and so far, they had been able to hide their intentions from Nicole. "Come into the bedroom, brother Ryan," Shauna said softly. "My pussy is really horny and I need you to fill it with your big cock. Go slowly baby, fuck me nice and sweet, that's what I need tonight. You've earned it baby, come to bed and please Shauna with your lovely cock." Ryan followed his sister's gently-swaying ass into the bedroom and thought to himself that if life got any better, he would explode. What he didn't know yet was that his sister had been in touch with Leslie and invited her for a little "reunion". Leslie's husband knew all about her past with Shauna and had no objections to her visiting. Once Leslie had exacted some much-needed revenge and they'd worked Ryan over, their threesome would become a foursome for a few very naughty days. Shauna's Slaves Ch. 02 Author's Note: I'm happy to see that "Shauna's Slaves" went over well and that folks are enjoying it. While it was written a few years back, a reader asked for a sequel. I happened to be crafting a new story and with some tweaks, I'm introducing you all to Leslie. I hope you like her. ~~BrettJ * Leslie Kennedy opened the sliding glass doors and walked on to the terrace of her new apartment. Last night, she had gone to sleep in a new bed in her new apartment. It was really true; her relationship with Cole was all-but over. He was back in Texa and she was here. She knew that she should miss him and likely should be mourning the loss of their relationship, but she could no longer summon up those emotions. She didn't miss the drama or the arguments. It had become tired. They had become tired. She was thrilled that she was going to be visiting Shauna in a few weeks. She needed the support and comfort of her best friend. She hadn't told Shauna of her impending divorce, not as yet. Why ruin the joy of their upcoming visit? She loved the view of the city. With her bank account now entirely under her control again, Leslie had been free to choose where she wanted to live and how she wanted to live. Cole had adored her, true, but his love had become restrictive and domineering. Leslie had always wanted a penthouse apartment with a terrace and now, she had one. It was a beautiful day and the sun was shining. Even standing there in her gauzy pink lingerie, the newly-brunette Leslie didn't feel the cold. She just let herself enjoy the feeling of the morning breeze on her body. For the first time in 2 years, Leslie felt totally at peace with the world. The sun was just coming up over the city and it looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. Leslie couldn't wait to take it all in; she had the entire day to herself. Soon, she would resume her painting, but today wasn't the day for that. It simply wasn't the right time. "It's a spectacular view, isn't it?" Leslie spun around and saw that the voice was coming from the terrace next to her own. She hadn't yet met any of her neighbors. The voice belonged to an attractive young black girl who appeared to be in her mid-20's, a little younger than Leslie herself. She was also dressed in very little, given the warmth of the day, just a lacy white bra and tiny matching thong. Leslie went to cover herself up and then realized how foolish she was acting. If the other woman didn't care, why should she? "I've startled you, I didn't mean to," The younger woman apologized. "I'm Noel Bell, your next-door neighbor." "I'm Leslie Kennedy, or Les, if you prefer," Leslie smiled. "Yes, it's an incredible view and that's why I bought the place," She told her neighbor. "I love this city and wanted to live somewhere with a view of it that I could enjoy." "I completely understand, I was raised in the sticks and I could never go back to that kind of lifestyle," Noel told Leslie. "Hey, as I know you just moved in yesterday, I bet you haven't unpacked everything. I was just about to make coffee, would you care to come over and have a cup or two?" "Oh lord, you're a lifesaver," Leslie laughed. "Just let me get dressed and I'll be right over." "Don't bother yourself about that," Noel told her. "We're both girls, just throw on a robe and come on over. I'll see you in a few minutes." Leslie was already feeling happier than she had in a long, long time. She had already made a new friend and that was a nice feeling. Most of her other friends were "couple" friends and the ones that were hers alone, like Shauna, didn't live close. She would need friends and allies if she were to survive in this new, single environment. She found her robe, threw it on over her lingerie and made her way to Noel's apartment. It was even larger than her own. "This place is gorgeous, it must cost you a pretty penny," Leslie commented. "Oops, didn't mean it to sound that way. It's just -- well, I'm newly-single and I know what I'm paying for my place and yours is much larger," She told Noel. Noel handed her a mug of coffee and offered some pastries as well. Leslie normally would have declined, but she was ravenous, so she dug in to a thick piece of strudel. "I pay my share and I let Mitch handle the finances," Noel smiled, sipping her coffee. "I'm an interior designer and I earn a pretty good living." "Is Mitch your husband, boyfriend ...?" Noel laughed. "No, she'd love that. Mitch is my roommate and she's my girlfriend," Noel told a startled Leslie. "Your girlfriend? You're a lesbian?" "No, I date men on occasion but I find it works better for me in the long term with women," Noel told Leslie. "I've been attracted to women since high school and I've dated far more women than men. Even now, I still date around. Mitch -- Michelle -- works for an airline and she's always flying off somewhere. A girl has needs, y'know?" Noel chuckled. Leslie remembered her own high school experimentation with Shauna and nodded. "I suppose so," Leslie sighed. "My husband sure as hell needed to learn that lesson. Wow -- I've never met anyone who is so open about her sexuality." She knew that Shauna got up to some naughty fun and games, but she kept the details to herself, promising to let Leslie in on everything when she arrived. "Oh, you must have," Noel laughed. "You probably just didn't notice it at the time. You've never thought about it -- swinging with another girl?" Leslie's eyes looked squarely into Noel's lovely face. "N-no ... I never have." She fibbed. She had only been with Shauna and it had been a while. "Oh, my husband used to suggest a threesome, you know how all men want that -- but we never did anything about it." Then, she giggled. "If he couldn't satisfy one woman, how the hell did he think he was going to satisfy two of them?" Noel laughed. "Good point. Men could take a lesson from us women, although I've had a few threesomes that went okay. If you ever decide you'd like to try being with a woman, let me know," She winked. "I think you're gorgeous, you're just my type." Leslie blushed and looked into her coffee cup before looking back up at Noel. "I'll think about it," She smiled, flattered by the attention. It felt very nice to be thought of as sexy by someone who was as sensual and lovely as Noel. In fact, why not? It had been a long time since she had played with Shauna. She was likely out of practice and she wouldn't have been able to find anyone as overtly sensual as Noel to be with. "I have thought about it," She told Noel in a calm manner, although inwardly, she was scared to death. "Yes -- I'd like to try it with you, whenever you think the time is right." "Wow," Noel said as she put down her coffee cup. "I'm impressed hon! Good for you for being willing to dive into the deep end. I don't have any plans for today, so no time like the present, if you think you can handle that?" Leslie wasn't sure if she was being challenged or if Noel was giving her the chance to back out. The married Leslie would likely have done just that and she wanted to be rid of the married Leslie. This Leslie wanted to have a few adventures, like she had in years past. So what if it was an impulsive act? Noel was sexy as hell and if nothing else, it would be a wonderful memory! "Baby, I know I can handle it," Leslie grinned. "Let's finish our coffee; I don't have plans for today either." The two beauties looked at each other and smiled. Putting their coffee cups on the counter, Noel reached for Leslie. "Let me kiss you and we'll see how you like that," She said softly. "Then we'll take it from there." Leslie nodded and allowed Noel to pull her close. The sensual black girl put her arm around Leslie's back and held her as their mouths pressed close together and they shared a warm kiss that grew with intensity, second by glorious second. Any doubts that Leslie might have had about her desires for other were being swept away with the way Noel was making her feel. She felt new thrills increasing in her body as she allowed herself to treasure the experience. Leslie was in an erotic haze as Noel led her to the large bedroom. Sunlight was streaming in and Noel's body gleamed as it struck her dark skin. She removed her bra and thong and stood in front of Leslie, gloriously naked and proud in her nudity. "What do you think?" Noel asked as she displayed her body. "I think you are quite possibly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and I feel like I'm out of my league being here with you," Leslie admitted. "Let's just say you're trading up," Noel smiled as she stretched out on her bed. "You're not wearing much, but even that is too much. Strip baby -- let's get you naked as well." Leslie smiled and nodded, allowing herself to enjoy Noel's infectious playfulness. She dropped her robe to the ground and let the lingerie follow. She moved towards Noel, who tugged her into bed with a raucous laugh. "God, you're a hot, brunette bitch," Noel hissed as she kissed Leslie again. "It's been a while since I've been with a brunette, Mitch is actually a brunette but she prefers to go blonde -- dammit!" Leslie decided not to share with Noel the fact that she was a natural blonde. She waxed "down there" to hide the evidence, plus it felt so much better during sex. "I've done blonde, redhead too," Leslie admitted as she felt shivers running up her spine. "Cole -- my ex -- he liked it when I changed my hair color, but now it's all up to me." "You make your own choices, sexy baby," Noel said as she cupped one of Leslie's lush tits. "Your boobs are just perfect for your body, good thing he didn't try and talk you into getting these done." "Oh, he tried," Leslie gasped as she felt the new sensation of a woman sucking her tits. "I put my foot down and said that wasn't happening!" "What an idiot," Noel smiled. "Why fuck with perfection?" As if to illustrate her point, Noel went about proving just how perfect she thought Leslie was. She began to show Leslie she had erogenous zones that she didn't even know existed. Her soft lips fluttered all over Leslie's body, leaving no part untouched. She let Leslie's body respond to her touches at her own pace. Her fingers grazed the small of the brunette's back and along her spine, just above her buttocks. Her lips followed suit and as Leslie shuddered and sighed, Noel took her cues from that. Noel gave her newest lover the 5-star treatment. Once she had completely relaxed Leslie, she then set about to make her aware of her full erotic potential. Noel's mouth licked Leslie's tits and grazed slowly down her belly and towards her thighs. Spreading the brunette's slender legs apart, she paid careful and loving attention to Leslie's thighs and legs. Leslie was shaking in pleasure and not believing how excited she was. She didn't want this to end and knew that nothing could ever feel better than this. Noel set about to prove Leslie wrong about that. She pried Leslie's labia apart gently with fingers and tongue and began to lick her. At first, she was gentle and loving, not wanting to rush Leslie or shock her with newfound sensations. Once she saw that Leslie was really getting into it, she went all out and assaulted her with her entire arsenal of sexual tricks. Leslie's wails, howls and screams could likely have been heard across the street. "That was a life-altering experience," Leslie said to the younger woman. "Are you always that good?" Noel laughed. "It depends on the partner Leslie, but I always try to give 100%. It certainly didn't hurt that you're a very responsive woman. Are you ready to try it with me now?" "I sure am!" Leslie breathed, barely able to contain her enthusiasm. Noel chuckled again. "There aren't a lot of things you can do wrong Leslie, just kiss where you think I'd like to be kissed and explore my body, use your hands and your mouth and your tongue. Ah, that's it, that's the way!" Leslie was now eagerly trying all the things that Noel had just done to her. All her past experiences with Shauna were coming back and helping to guide her. She loved the ebony beauty of the slender black woman. She loved the way that Noel's body seemed to come alive under her lips and her fingers and how dark her nipples were. Leslie explored the smooth, silky skin with her mouth, not at all afraid of this newly-awakened part of her sexuality. She moved all over Noel's body with her hands, massaging the woman's supple, dark flesh and when it came time for her to eat pussy, she relished the opportunity. She didn't know if she would still relish the taste of pussy and found the answer to that question was yes, oh God, yes! She lapped at Noel's cunt like she'd been doing it with women all through her marriage and felt tremendous pride when she was able to make her sexy neighbor cum! Nor were they finished, far from it. The two women twisted around each other and caressed, touched and stroked. With instincts she did not know that she possessed, Leslie found herself slowly becoming involved in what she knew was a sixty-nine. It felt so sexy and so right to be licking the pussy of the gorgeous black woman while she was being licked in return. The two women spent most of the day in a loving way and it was a weak-kneed Leslie who returned to her apartment later that day. Noel told her that she had an open invitation to return any time she liked. Leslie knew that she'd be taking her up on that and likely very soon. Later that evening, after a very light meal, Leslie found herself on her terrace once more, enjoying her newfound joy and watching the lights of the city. A glass of wine in her hand, she felt peace and the turmoil that had been her marriage was slowly ebbing away. A sense of bliss was coming over her and she knew that she deserved to be happy. She was about to pour herself a second glass of wine when she heard someone calling out "Hi there, new neighbor!" Leslie turned to find a very attractive man on the terrace on the other side of her. She was happy she wasn't dressed the way she had been this morning, although upon reflection, that might not have been so bad. This guy was stunning! "Hi there and welcome to the building," The attractive man called out. "I'm your neighbor, I'm Cliff." Leslie put on her prettiest smile. "Hi Cliff, I'm Leslie -- Les to my friends." Cliff laughed. "Really? That's wild, Leslie is my last name. I'm Clifford Leslie." "I'm Leslie Kennedy," Leslie smiled at him, hoping he might be up for a drink. "Hold on -- Leslie Kennedy, the painter? No way -- my wife has one of your paintings," Cliff enthused. "Okay, you have got to come over and meet her, she'll be thrilled," Cliff asked her. Leslie nodded, a bit disappointed that this dark-haired Adonis was married. Still, it wouldn't hurt to be on good terms with the neighbors on both sides, even if she wasn't quite as intimate with them as she had been with Noel. She told Cliff that she'd be over in a few minutes as soon as she finished her wine. An evening spent with new friends would be fine and she was curious to see which of her paintings the Leslie's owned. She hadn't painted as much in the last few years of her marriage, Cole had helped kill her creative spark as well. The neighbors on the other side of her had the most elaborate apartment yet; it was large, with 3 bedrooms. Every piece of furniture in the place was expensive, yet it still retained a comfortable, inviting look. The decorations fit nicely and there weren't too many of them, too many knick-knacks could ruin the look of a place. Briefly, Leslie wondered if perhaps Noel had consulted on the decorating. The Leslies' home was magnificent. Cliff told Leslie to make herself comfortable and that his wife was just preparing some snacks. "She's a chef at a local restaurant and she always does this when we meet new people," He chuckled. "When I told her it was you we were entertaining, it was all I could do to stop her from preparing a gourmet meal." "I probably wouldn't have minded that," Leslie laughed. "I still haven't unpacked all my kitchen stuff yet, I'm using the one-finger method of food preparation," She smiled. Noticing Cliff's confusion, she explained "Take out." He laughed just as his wife entered the room. "Next time then, you get the full treatment," The woman told Leslie, who stood up to greet Cliff's wife. This woman was magnificent, at least 5'10" tall, curvy and in terrific shape. Her hair was long, blonde and flowed down to her back. She wore an attractive blue dress that hugged her curves and ended above the knee. Even dressed casually, Cliff's wife stunned. For the second time in 1 day, Leslie was incredibly turned on by another woman. She told her inner voice to tone it down and smiled. "I'm Leslie Kennedy," She introduced herself as the blonde sat down across from her. "Oh, I am so thrilled to meet you," The blonde said. "I'm Jessikah -- Jess to my friends and I hope you'll be one of them. I acquired that painting over there as a wedding present from Cliff, it was hard to decide, I loved them all. You're so talented." Leslie took a bite out of one of the canapés and thought she had died and gone to heaven. "I'm talented? Oh God, these are wonderful, I can cook -- but only just. I guess I'll be visiting your restaurant soon." "You'll get the VIP treatment, promise," Jess smiled. "I'm so glad you're enjoying the food, there's plenty. I'll give you some to take home, if you like -- ooh, and I made lots of lasagna a few nights ago, if you like that." Leslie nodded, thrilled to be eating real food again. "She really does love your work," Cliff said as Jess kept glancing back at the painting. It was an exquisite nude of a redheaded model Leslie had known well and painted often, a true favorite of hers. "We were both wondering why you haven't seemed to produce much new work over the past few years. Now that we both have more money, we've been looking for other works." "Bad marriage," Leslie sighed as she reached for another canapé. "It's over now." "Oh, we both understand that," Jess smiled, patting her husband's knee. "Both of us had miserable marriages, I was married to a selfish jock for 3 years. He didn't believe women should work. Cliff's first wife was a cold, ball-busting bitch. Oddly, we met through our divorce attorney." Jess laughed. "I took one look at Mr. Adonis here and didn't give a shit that he was 20 years older than me, I went for it. We've been married for 5 years now." Leslie looked at the couple. Jess appeared to be her age but Cliff didn't look as if he was that much older. "Let me save you the math," Jess chuckled. "He's going to be 50 in a few months and I'm going to be 29. We actually have the same birthday, isn't that wild?" She laughed again. "That's pretty amazing, good for the both of you," Leslie smiled at the couple, who were obviously still very much in love. It was at that moment an inspiration hit her. "If you'll allow me, I'd like to give you both a birthday present, a little thank you from me for being so welcoming. I have a few unfinished charcoal sketches in my apartment, once I dig them out, I'll choose my favorite, finish it and you can hang it somewhere. Would you accept that?" Cliff said "Oh no, that's far too generous ..." but his wife cut him off. "An original drawing by one of my favorite artists? Of course we'll accept, thank you so very much," Jess gushed. "Enjoy the food, there's plenty more. Oh, this has been such a thrilling evening so far." Leslie found herself quite liking Jess; it was a shame that this couple was married and so much in love. Had either been single, she would have worked her wiles on them. Jess had an airy, engaging beauty that made you feel welcome in an instant. Cliff had a dark, brooding intensity that made you want to dig deep and know what made him tick. A very sexy, intriguing couple, that's what Leslie thought of her neighbors. Shauna's Slaves Ch. 02 The evening went along merrily. Leslie had to restrain herself from eating any more, every little treat that Jess had prepared assaulted her tongue and made her crave more. She also had to make sure not to drink too much, as she'd had wine at home. It paled in comparison to the excellent wine Jess had served. "I also trained as a sommelier," Jess smiled. "I like to know what I'm serving to my guests." It was getting late and Leslie knew that she should say her good-nights. Jess got up and smiled. "I think I'm going to bed," She smiled at her husband and guest. Then she flashed Cliff an enigmatic little smile. "Well?" She grinned at him. "Are you going to ask her or do I have to do it?" "You do it," Cliff grinned sheepishly. "You're always so much more diplomatic and convincing than I am." Jess sighed. "For such a successful developer, he can be such a chickenshit. I made my hunky husband over there promise that if you were as sexy as I thought you would be -- no one paints like that who isn't sexy -- that he'd ask you to join us in bed tonight. That's why our marriage works Leslie. We're not afraid to open it up every once in a while to someone we find attractive, and baby, you are smoking hot!" Leslie looked at Cliff who had a huge grin on his face. She couldn't believe this was happening, twice in one day?! She had wanted to seduce Cliff the very moment that she had laid eyes on him. Jess' beauty made her weak in the knees. She could have both of them? Despite the overwhelming heat in the room at this moment, Leslie knew all-too well what her answer had to be. "What makes you think I'd go for something like that?" Leslie asked, making sure that they weren't just teasing her. "I got a very strong sexual vibe from you early on, you were grooving on Cliff but me just as much," Jess beamed. "Don't bother to deny it -- Cliff and I are aware that we're good looking people and we only fuck people that are as hot as we are. Come on gorgeous, let's don't play games. You'd love to swing with us and we'd love to have you." Jess reached out her hand and sensibly, Leslie took it. Cliff followed the two women, loving the view so far. With an aggressive playfulness, Jess pulled Leslie close and kissed her. It was a change from the soft kisses that Noel had bestowed on her earlier, this one suggested hot, wild sex. It was arousing and deciding that she could play along, Leslie took a step back. She managed to unzip her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was in sexy black lingerie, one of the few luxuries she had indulged in during her marriage was sexy undergarments. "Oh my," Jess breathed. "Will you look at that Cliff? I think we may have underestimated our sexy Leslie, what an incredible body. The lingerie is very sexy, although it will have to go, right Cliff?" He nodded in agreement with his bride. "I don't intend to be the only one in the room naked," Leslie told them both. "If we're going to get this little party going, shouldn't the two of you get out of your clothes as well?" Leslie began to remove her bra and thong while keeping one eye trained on Jess. "Oh, I LIKE her," Jess giggled. "She gets straight to the point." Jess did as Leslie had told her and let the blue dress drop. Her lingerie was a pale blue that almost matched the dress. Cliff was almost naked and there wasn't an inch of flab anywhere to be found on his body. Leslie still found it hard to believe he was almost 50. The two women stretched out on the bed and entwined their legs together. They started kissing and Jess murmured "You've done this before". Leslie didn't want to reveal all of her past secrets, so she just nodded and continued kissing the fabulous blonde. Leslie felt the weight of another body joining them on the bed and saw Cliff had joined him. The two women swarmed him, kissing him heatedly as their hands touched his muscular form. Leslie and Jess met at his cock and without saying a word, conspired to give him a world-class blowjob. Cliff's head went back and he groaned, loving the work they were putting in to make him feel so good. "Fuck, he's really hung," Leslie commented. "You get to fuck that whenever you want, you lucky bitch!" "I know, right?" Jess laughed. "That's why I don't mind sharing -- he always comes back and I wouldn't want to deny other lucky sluts the pleasure of his dick. He usually brings home the yummiest little treats anyway." She grinned. "Hey girls, why don't you let me take care of you Leslie while Jess works me over a bit more?" Cliff suggested. That sounded a-okay to Leslie, so she got on top of his licking tongue and thrilled to the first man that had touched her since marrying Cole. He was so, so much better than her ex. Cliff wasn't just "doing it" so that they could get it over with and move on, he was really into making Leslie feel good. Her entire body was quivering as he licked at her cunt and if that wasn't enough, now she felt Jess moving behind her and cupping her tits. "I just had to feel these beauties in my hands," Jess sighed. "I was staring at them all night and hoping I'd get to feel them." Leslie managed to twist herself around so that she could kiss Jess and get a nice feel of Jess' larger jugs. "God, yours are incredible," She told Jess between kisses. "You must have had a few visits from the Tit Fairy." Jess laughed and then she felt Leslie shaking through their kiss. It was obvious that Cliff had brought Leslie off with his talented tongue. "Oh damn," Leslie sighed. "That felt wonderful, thank you both so much." "We are nowhere near done," Jess told her new friend. "You're going to ride his fucking cock and take it inside, I want some tongue and you and I can continue with out titty-play. After you've fucked his brains out like I know you want to, you and I can girl fuck and he can regain his strength or make coffee -- whatever the fuck happens," Jess laughed. An honest-to-God cock fucking her again? To Leslie, it sounded too good to be true. She slithered her body down on Cliff's magnificent rod and it felt good, so good, deep inside of her. She began to fuck Cliff the way she had always wanted to fuck Cole -- hard and without any reservations. He seemed to love it and she reached out for his sexy, blonde wife. They kissed, played, fondled and enjoyed themselves as Leslie bounced up and down on the thick cock buried so deep in her horny, needy cunt. She was determined to try and match Jess in the fucking department, to make neither of them regret inviting her to their bed. Cliff's groans were muffled by his wife's pussy, but they were very audible and a strong clue that Leslie was living up to her potential. She felt the heat surging in the older man's thick cock and moved away just before he started to cum. She swooped in to suck some of it, just as quickly, Jess was at her side. They shared it greedily between them, with an almost-stupefied Cliff smiling happily. Just as Jess had suggested, the two beauties rolled away and began to make love. If Leslie had any doubts that Jess could be as tender as Noel, they were washed away as their two bodies entwined. It was sensual and erotic feeling the blonde's body against her own and the soft lips touching down everywhere. Leslie didn't recall a time in her life where she had felt this alive and sensual. Over the next several hours, she lost track of how many times the sexy couple made her cum. In her apartment late the next afternoon, Leslie was drinking a bit of wine while working on one of her rough charcoal sketches. She was adjusting the face a bit, trying to make the model look more like Jess. She knew that her new friend would be pleased. She hoped that it might lead to a little more bedroom merriment -- no, she knew that it would and Leslie looked forward to that. She was also having dinner with Noel and her lover the following evening and was looking forward to showing Noel what a fast learner she was, as well as meeting the elusive "Mitch". Leslie had high hopes that she might bring all of her neighbors together in the very near future, now knowing she could handle that with ease. As she sketched, she looked over at the rough drafts of some of her earlier works. She remembered the model, a willowy redheaded stunner. Damn it, what was her name? Christine, that was it! She still had the girl's number and wondered -- did she dare? She put down her charcoal and went to get her phone. She started to dial Christine's number ...