3 comments/ 176351 views/ 16 favorites Insurance Slave By: SEVERUSMAX Helen Bryant never saw the truck driving by as she slammed into the side of its bed. She was busy talking on her cell phone, ironically trying to get new insurance coverage to replace what had lapsed with her late husband Larry's accidental death. The rates had jumped to unreasonable levels. The next thing that she knew, the large man in the pickup had gotten out and started yelling angrily at her. He banged on her side door, demanding to speak to her. "Let me see your damn insurance and let's get this over with! I have to get her seriously repaired now and that's gonna cost me more than I care to cough up as it is!" he insisted. "Uh, well, um...can't we settle this some other way?" she asked nervously. "NO, damn it! Show me proof of insurance already and hurry with it! That is, assuming that you HAVE insurance!" he barked at her. "Well, about that..."she mumbled. "You DON'T have insurance! That's not only illegal, it's fucking stupid!" he reacted. "Well, I can't afford it, sir," she explained. "No excuses, bitch! You're going to jail today, missy!" he roared. "No, please, don't have me arrested! I don't know how I'd get bailed out," she begged. "That's not my problem. If you can't afford insurance, then stay off the fucking road! I'm going to press charges!" he insisted. "I beg you, don't tell the cops! What do you want me to do?" Helen pleaded. "Well, if you're going to keep me quiet, there has to be some OTHER compensation for the damage that you did to my truck. Are you willing to do WHATEVER I say to keep your skinny ass out of jail? Seriously, regardless of the consequences?" he demanded. "Sure, just as long as I don't go to jail," she agreed, thinking that whatever favor he wanted would HAVE to be easier than jail. She BADLY wanted a promotion to partner. As it was, her comfortable salary wasn't covering her expensive lifestyle. Then there were student loans and funeral expenses for her late husband. "Very well. Come with me. Don't worry about your car. It is illegal, and it will be towed soon. You're going to stay with me for a while, anyway, to work off the debt that you now owe me," the man bluntly announced. "Work off HOW?" she foolishly questioned him. "I think that you can guess! I don't see a wedding or engagement ring on your hand, and you don't act like you have a significant other that you're in a hurry to see, anyway. That makes you available. Now, let's get in my pickup and head home. Roxanne is busy making dinner and should almost be done. I hate it when the food is cold because I am late," the stranger warned her. "Yes, Mister....? And who the hell is Roxanne? Your sister?" Helen probed, realizing that he hadn't yet given her his name. "I am Ned. MASTER Ned to you, from now on. Roxanne is my lover, but she is YOUR Mistress, so call her 'Mistress Roxanne'. Is that understood, bitch?" Ned demanded. "Yes, Master Ned. But, 'Mistress Roxanne' doesn't mind sharing you with other women?" she unwisely asked him. "NO, as a matter of fact, she doesn't. I am her Master, too, by the way. As for the 'other women' part, I find that hilarious, for reasons that you will see later," he grunted as he drove them to his ranch. Helen didn't quite want to admit to herself what she had gotten into now. A simple agreement to do a favor had turned into a trap. She was going to be the sex slave of a rather strange couple, who apparently shared both each other and women in general. How the hell was she going to preserve her career, if she had to service this bizarre pair? "Roxanne, dear, I am home!" Ned exclaimed, at which point a gorgeous woman ran out of the kitchen to kiss him. On second glance, however, something seemed VERY ODD about the lady. Helen couldn't quite place it, but she didn't seem RIGHT to her. She seemed to have something EXTRA to her: that was the only way to describe it. WHAT was it, though, Mrs. Bryant wondered to herself. Speaking up about it seemed ill advised, to put it mildly. "Who is THIS, Master?" Roxanne asked abruptly, though without any jealousy. "THIS would be a low-life, uninsured driver, who collided with my truck. The dirty bitch tried to bribe me, so I made HER an offer. She has to be our slave. Isn't that right, bitch?" Ned said, as he yanked Helen by her hair and dragged her into the dining room. "Hmm...so you're sharing your new slave with me? Thank you, Master. I guess that doesn't change MY status, though I wouldn't want it to, anyway. Now, back to dinner, would you like me to have the bitch here set the plates? We're having pork chops, rice, and broccoli. How does that sound?" the lady of the house reacted to this announcement. "Very nice. And yes, this filthy cunt SHOULD set the table. She might even earn some food for herself, IF she behaves and does a solid job of it," he agreed. Helen was hurried off to her new chore, without even being asked for her name. It was QUITE clear that it didn't matter to the couple living there. They fully intended to call her "bitch", "cunt", and "slave" for life, anyway. Roxanne seemed remarkably nonchalant about things, as if it were nothing stranger than getting a new pet. After dinner, during which she ate separately and sparingly, Helen was led to what Ned and his lover called the "black room". She was ordered to strip, and then to sit in an odd-looking chair that bound her hands and feet. Most shockingly, her legs were then lifted and spread apart by a collection of wires and gears. Both her pussy and ass were available for assault by anyone who wished it. To say that she was terrified was to put it mildly. Helen KNEW that she had gotten herself into a REAL pickle now! Even so, she kept reminding herself that it was better than going to prison. She would tell herself that repeatedly in the years to come, and MOSTLY make herself believe it. That she might have just gotten off with a fine and the loss of her license occurred to her, but it would have been rough on her that way as well. She would have ended up in jail, sooner or later, for driving without a license one time too many. Her career at the firm virtually REQUIRED her to use that car. In any case, as she thought these things, she began to feel something very cold being applied to her pussy. She looked down and saw Roxanne putting lube on her. Her new Mistress was completely naked, which revealed something that Helen had never seen up close before in her life: a she-male's cock. It wasn't small, either. It was a reasonable 6 inches or so in length. "Mistress" Roxanne was a transsexual! THAT was what Master Ned had found so hilarious! Helen wasn't "another" woman, since Roxanne wasn't technically a woman at all! "You're not going to put THAT in me, are you?" Helen said, before it she could remember not to speak that way to her Mistress. "OF COURSE I AM, BITCH! And you will NOT insult my dick! Is that understood, cunt?" the she-male thundered. "Yes," she answered reluctantly. "Yes, MISTRESS, you little slut! For that, I will ask Master's permission to fuck your ASS first! THAT will cause you to remember that I am your superior! I WAS going to be somewhat nice and start with your pussy, but you have DEFINITELY pissed me off!" Roxanne warned her. "Yes, Mistress Roxanne!" Helen submitted to her misfortune. "WHAT is the matter, dear?" Ned spoke, as he entered the "black room". "Helen asked me a silly question, insulted my cock, and failed to use proper respect for my authority," his girlfriend related. "Well, THAT requires a severe penalty, 3 in fact, doesn't it? What would you propose?" Master Ned demanded. "I think that I should fuck her ass first, while you do her pussy, instead of vice versa. She needs to be taught to respect me and getting the cock that she despised up her butt will teach her a bit, I suspect," Roxanne suggested. "Very well, but don't use too much lube. Let's not waste it making her THAT comfortable!" he agreed. "Certainly, Master," the she-male replied, with a LOT of mischief on her face. Ned now decided that it was time to go ahead and fuck her. He simply climbed on top of the bitch and entered her cunt in the missionary position. He was horny and hard from even the THOUGHT of his tranny love slave fucking this stuck-up cunt from the "better" side of the tracks. He showed absolutely no compassion for Helen, preferring to ramrod her hole with every thrust that he gave her. As she hadn't been fucked in an EXTREMELY long time, this experience was both painful and overdue. Roxanne, meanwhile, found that the chair had positioned the new slave EXACTLY where she needed to be for a DP of that sort. She slightly lubed up Helen's pucker, and then shoved her cock inside it. The chance to sodomize someone was infrequent, since she was the submissive partner and tended to RECEIVE cocks up the ass, rather than give them. She preferred it that way in most cases, but THIS was a clear exception. The lady obviously needed a good buggering. She couldn't resist the chance to play with her Master's ass, either. It was available to her fingers, and she moved them between his cheeks to pleasure him in that manner. She still had some lube on her index finger, so she pushed it inside his sphincter to help stimulate him. His reaction to that was to thrust deeper inside Helen's twat, getting her more excited as well, in spite of her efforts at pretending continued reluctance. "Well, I believe that our new slut is LOVING her first DP! I am assuming that such an 'upper-class' cunt has never taken two cocks inside her at once, of course. I doubt that she has even taken it in the ass at all! She was probably told not to do that by her mother, the silly bitch! Ah, shit, Roxanne, that finger is going to make me cum at any moment! Thanks, baby!" Ned reacted with pleasure to his first time with Helen. Oh, fuck, they are TEARING my holes open, thought Helen. The constant pounding and insults prove that they despise me, but that hardly shocks me now. At least I'm not in trouble with the authorities anymore. This couple must think of me as a snob. I guess that makes sense, as I wouldn't do it with Larry once he abandoned the career that I had planned for him. I would have slept with him again, once he came back to his senses. Now he never will do so. I guess that's a moot point, however. Larry is dead and I am a sex toy for a redneck and his she-male lover. The sick thing is that part of me craves the taste of Roxanne's breasts, even though they MUST be fake! I also want to devour her mouth and her ass. Then again, I suspect that I will get my chance, albeit at a higher price than I would prefer at the moment. I never thought that I would be turned on by a tranny, but I guess that I AM aroused. Why do I have to desire someone who is less than a man? Am I a lesbian? That would explain why I could take or leave sex with every man that I have ever fucked, but maybe they were just beta males. Her dick doesn't excite me, but her more feminine areas DO stimulate me! Then, there is the issue of Chelsea Worthington. Why the hell didn't I own up to my lust for her? The sexy British accent and smug attitude, not to mention her gorgeous ass and legs, were SO tempting, but I held back from telling anyone the truth. It would only have been wrong if I had slept with her behind Larry's back. If I had reveal my desires after Larry's death, or simply left him altogether, Chelsea and I could have been happy together. I also could have simply offered Larry and Chelsea a menage a trois, but they hated each other and I didn't want anything sexual to do with him lately. I suppose that I could be bisexual, although the possibility that I am just gay is a distinct one as well. Whatever I am, my sexual preferences aren't likely to make much difference. I am a sex slave now, by my own agreement, and I dare not renege on the deal. Damn, their cocks are splitting me! Why such a gentle she-male as Roxanne would pound my ass that way is a mystery, but it sounds like a little rage. "Please, stop!" Helen shouted weakly but desperately. "NO! Slave, you need to learn that your role is to serve us and submit to WHATEVER we command you! We're going to fuck you until WE cum, and then we will have you clean us up. Once that is over, it is bedtime for you. You'll need your rest for the next time. And YOUR orgasms will have to be earned, cunt, in case you're wondering about that!" Ned scolded her. "Oh, God, I'm cumming!" Roxanne announced, as her cock shot off in Helen's butt. She then pulled out of the woman's previously virgin sphincter. The sight of his girlfriend's cum leaking out of the bitch's asshole was enough to make Ned cum in her pussy. He laughed as he saw how sore the silly girl's holes were now. She had damaged something of HIS, and now they had inflicted some pain on her. "Lick my cock first, and then Roxanne's. After that, you can rim our asses and head to bed," Ned instructed her. Tasting her juices on the man's cock was not too bad, but when she got to licking Roxanne's dick clean of anal sweat, she felt a little queasy, since she was afraid that some germs might be there. However, she did as he ordered her, managing not to spew out her dinner. Helen then felt nauseated a 2nd time, when she was made to rim the couple's butts. She took some pleasure in doing it to Roxanne, however, in that she seized the chance to lick the tranny's lovely cheeks too. The lady of the house got excited again, so Ned winked at her, to assure her that she would get some of his cock too. THAT really delighted his girlfriend, who pulled her ass away from Helen's face as soon as she could (leaving Helen a bit frustrated now). "Follow us to your bedroom. We have a nice cot for such occasions. There is no TV, since we don't want you staying up too late. If you hear grunting, ignore it. That will just be me making love to my woman here. It's HER turn to get fucked," the man of the house stated, as he and his lover led her out of the "black room". Helen found, to her dismay, that her new room was bare of furniture, aside from the cot, and that the door locked from the OUTSIDE, not the inside. This enabled Ned and Roxanne to keep her there as long as they wished it. She had avoided prison, but had become a prisoner anyway. She still told herself that it was worth it. At least this way, she would get plenty of sex. Even if she stayed out of jail, the other option would have been rough on her sex life. She had made the best decision possible, she continued to believe, so she could TRY to sleep that night. Of course, the noises of Ned and Roxanne kissing passionately and having wild sex didn't improve her chances of actual rest...... To be continued... Insurance Slave Ch. 02 For Helen Bryant, the experience of being a kept slave for Ned and Roxanne was more than just painful. It was the end of her career. What she didn't realize was that she would run into her former boss again, very soon. Her new owners ran in the same circles. Master Ned and Mistress Roxanne had recently enlisted the services of Maxwell and Worthington, the law firm at which Helen had been employed as an associate. The legal changes involved in keeping Helen as their slave more permanently necessarily involved an attorney, not to mention a few other matters, so it made sense to have Chelsea Worthington on retainer. Rumor had it that the aging senior partner, Warren Maxwell, was in ill health of late, and Chelsea was the designated successor to the top position in the firm. The lovely Englishwoman kept up a very cold and distant veneer, but there was a warmer side to her as well. Naturally, she hadn't let Ned and Roxanne onto that yet, but they had met in a fetish club and she offered to represent them. When this contingency happened, they decided that it was time to take her offer. Helen's jaw extended to almost her bosom when she saw Miss Worthington enter Ned's house with all of her requisite paperwork. She knew that Chelsea would see her, and she blushed at the idea of being found nude, while serving this couple, by her former employer. The fact that she was turned-on by Chelsea didn't help her, either. Her lust for the British-born lawyer was only supplemented by her enjoyment of her new life under the thumb of Ned and Roxanne. As much as it had hurt for the past couple of weeks to be their chattel, Helen had ceased resisting and defying them without any pretense otherwise. She was still embarrassed by the notion that others in her social circle would know about this, especially Chelsea. Even so, she had not seen much of anyone lately, so she had been able to relax and finally accept that she loved her new role. She had eagerly given her consent to award Ned and Roxanne title and deed to all of her remaining assets, as well as power of attorney in all future dealings that affected her. It was actually a relief not to have to scheme and plot for things. She didn't have to push anyone to do anything. She didn't have to get up and go to work outside the house. Her only duties were to satisfy the desires of her Master and Mistress. The price was that she had no say over her daily life, but she had found it liberating in an inexplicable way. The only thing that made sense to Helen's mind was that she really craved this new status in life, in which she lived to please other people and win their approval. Her life was safer, less tense, and yet unpredictable in a positive sense. Everything depended upon the mood of her owners. Why was it that Larry had never seemed that way when she clearly ruled the roost, and neither had she? Apparently, she reasoned, he wasn't submissive and she wasn't dominant. He had yielded only to threats of sexual frustration, basically submitting under duress. He wasn't comfortable turning his life over to others, but she clearly was fine with such a situation, as she had acclimated to it by now with ease. Guilt over her husband's mistreatment at her hands occasionally plagued her, but she tried to put it past her. There was nothing that she could do about her misdeeds in terms of her late marriage. Cruelty toward a spouse couldn't be undone. He was dead, she was a widow, and she had gone from a stressed-out attorney to a happy and well-adjusted slave. Well, truth be told, she felt more useful in this role than in her previous one. It didn't pay cash, but she didn't care. With her transfer of assets and the online stripping routine that she was required to perform each week, they should be able to take good care of her for a long time. She wasn't rich (in fact, she had a lot of financial trouble recently), but liquidating her holdings would pay off her debts and leave some net profits. Money didn't matter to her, now, anyway. She was a very different Helen Bryant: she accepted that the pursuit of happiness was about more than the bottom line. For her, in fact, it was about being at the bottom of the heap. Service to her loving owners was more important to her these days. When Chelsea recognized Helen, she smiled in a manner that suggested a pleasant surprise, to say the least. She even winked at her erstwhile associate, but promptly resumed her discussion with Ned and Roxanne. Catching up with Helen about her new circumstances could wait until after she had transacted the legal business and worked the hours for which she billed her clients. She wasn't one to fool around on the clock, unless it was with Warren and her female colleagues at the firm. Nevertheless, she reveled in the news that her old girlfriend was now a sex slave for two of her clients. "So, you want to essentially put her finances in your hands, as well as prepare for the change of legal status on Roxanne's part from male to female, right? Congratulations, by the way! I love the idea that you might get married to her, as you said. As for your slave here, I must point out that I know her from my professional capacity, but trust me that there is zero conflict of interest from where I stand. I bloody well enjoy the idea of her as a slave to you and your future bride! "My favorite former associate, a sex slave of my new clients; that is definitely a small world, but a sexy one from where I stand. I just hope that you'll let me borrow her some time. I've wanted to fuck her ever since we met. She's saucy and delectable, as I am sure that you know by now. Naturally, I'd demonstrate my appreciation in whatever way pleased you most," Chelsea remarked with a grin, as the last phase of the red tape was signed by a willing (and secretly wet) Helen. "We have no problem with that at all, Miss Worthington. Well, depending on your sexual preferences, we could figure something out, I'm certain. Regarding the other matters, I believe that our business today is finished. We'll be sure to pay you as soon as possible and we trust that the right paperwork will be on file very soon. I'll be happy to engage your services in the future, as well as refer you to others. You're more than competent. You're an excellent lawyer, as far as I am concerned. You're even a bit warmer than you first seemed to be," Ned agreed, as he shook hands with Chelsea on the formal reasons for her visit. "If she has time, maybe she should stay the night, Master. I doubt that she'd regret it at all, even if she just slept with Helen. You know that I'll make sure that you're satisfied yourself, one way or the other. However, I love the idea that she would finally fulfill her fantasy of screwing her old friend here, in our presence. Besides, I know that you are as curious as I am to see her in action with someone. You want to see her naked as much as I do," Roxanne licked her lips, personally hoping for a complete orgy. Chelsea looked absolutely scrumptious, and she couldn't wait to share her with both her Master and their slave. "Well, I'm not a lesbian, if you're wondering about that, love. I'm a true bisexual woman. We're not just a fantasy from smut, you know. I have always wanted to fuck a transsexual, by the way. Trust me, we can have a real Bacchanal tonight, if you please, Ned. What's more, we'll all do as you wish, though I hope that you'll let me top Helen a bit. How does that sound to you, darling Roxanne? I badly need a good shag, anyway. Normally, Warren covers most of my needs, but he is sadly not in the best of health. I fear for his life, very much. "Oh, and I should mention that I frequently get myself examined for social diseases. I have also had my tubes tied, although I plan to untie them soon enough. There is no reason why you should have to use a single condom tonight, especially when I love the taste and feeling of cum in my cunny and my other orifices. "If you don't mind and you prove man enough for it, I could arrange for regular liaisons with you for the foreseeable future. I particularly wouldn't mind shagging my dear Helen often. I owe her a few, not just for myself, but also for Larry, the poor sod who deserved better at her hands. By the way, please call me 'Chelsea', love," the gorgeous Briton declared, thus pleasing her hosts a lot. The way that Chelsea referred to her deceased husband had Helen a bit puzzled, at least for the moment, but she didn't disagree with the assessment that the attorney made about him. She simply thought that Ms. Worthington had a low opinion of Larry, although she hadn't said much about him at all. She had shown unusual sympathy at his funeral, but the widow had assumed that it was purely directed at her. However, in retrospect, it was a bit odd that she even attended the funeral, friend of Helen's though she might have been. Apparently, she wasn't as cool toward the late Mr. Bryant as had been believed. "Well, Chelsea, if you don't have to return to work today, you can proceed with fucking Helen. Roxanne will take care of me in the meantime. She's very good at that, as you'll see when we swap and she goes down on you. Hell, you might very well like sucking on her, too. I'd enjoy it while I could, if I were you. She'll have a snatch instead very soon, as you know, not I am going to complain about that. Good pussy is irreplaceable and Roxie here is eager to become an anatomical woman. "Her dick is largely impotent, after all. The last time that it functioned was when she buggered Helen two weeks ago. I've tested it since and the hormones have finally stopped any future erections. That doesn't mean that her cock doesn't taste good, however. Sometimes, a good blowjob is its own reward. I have a strap-on dildo here if you want to use it, too. Both Helen and Roxie love to be well-fucked, so I've been waiting impatiently to see this used on them by a girl. I don't let Helen wear it, because she is a pure sub, whereas you are apparently a switch," Ned encouraged Chelsea. "By Jove, I'd love to use a strap-on with your slaves, especially Helen, but including Roxanne! Well, perhaps when your dick needs a respite, we can make your fantasy come true! You have to promise to fuck me, too, however. I know that there are three of us, but I think that you can manage. If old Warren got it up for half of the office, so can you. You shall just need some breaks in between shagging each of us. Luckily, we girls shall pleasure each other as well. Now, my dear, let me show you just why no bloke can ever stop fucking me once he has tried me," Chelsea replied smugly, undressing until she was completely naked. Ned didn't fail to take in the full and fair beauty that was his foreign guest. Her jet-black hair and blue-grey eyes, along with her saucy lips and her voluptuous figure were enough to prove her just as sexy on this side of the pond as on the other. She kept her hair short, unlike Roxanne and Helen, but it was still quite feminine from his perspective. Roxanne's auburn locks and Helen's wavy gold contrasted with it in a way that made all three of them seem very sensual. Not wishing to waste more time at all, Chelsea approached Helen and began French-kissing her in front of her hosts. The slave gladly reciprocated, pleased to finally get a chance for Sapphic delights with her old girlfriend. When her former colleague pushed her head downward toward her cunt, Mrs. Bryant sighed with relief and anticipation. Licking that cool, pale skin all the way down to her shaved pussy, Helen hungrily sampled her first clit. As he watched his slave eat Chelsea out, Ned felt Roxanne's lips enclose his dick and her tongue lick it from base to head. The T-girl once again reminded him of the carnal delights of her mouth, gorging herself on the thick cock that now approached her tonsils. Roxie deep-throated her Master with enthusiasm, also rubbing his balls to enhance his arousal. "Now, my turn, love! Bend over, Helen, darling! I want to rim your arse," the Brit informed her newest sex partner. Helen couldn't believe just how pleasurable it would be to finally have her girlfriend lick her butt-crack. She swore to herself that she would repay the English siren with compound interest! Having a tongue move from her tailbone to her clit gave her chills and goose bumps that didn't let her restrain herself from her first climax at Chelsea's hands. Once or twice, Ned and Roxie had rimmed her since she arrived, but it was mostly the other way around. This was to keep her in her place, with analingus performed on her only as a reward. As great as they were in the sack and the dungeon, when it came to eating ass, Miss Worthington was far more of an expert, or at least was more motivated to rim her. While Helen climbed toward her orgasm under Chelsea's tongue, Ned felt his hardness grow from Roxie's blowjob. He ravaged her throat, which prompted the tranny to gasp with pleasure. She was unable to achieve an erection, but pre-cum emerged from the limp vestiges of her manhood. Within a few moments, she spilled what seed she could still produce, mostly due to the animal thrill of having her face fucked by her lover. It was the kind of aggressive sex that both pleased and humiliated her. It kept her aware that she was the slave, though she never questioned that he loved her. Once Chelsea was busy enough munching on Helen's derriere, Ned pulled out of Roxanne's throat and thrust without warning into the British immigrant's cunt. Instead of complaining about the rough entry, the Englishwoman moaned with delight and begged him to push as far inside her sex as possible. She also kept licking her ex-associate's bottom, savoring the sweat and body oils that softened and flavored her pucker. "Fuck, Chelsea, I'm cumming now!" Helen announced, not having the chance to say more than that. She gushed her juices down her thighs, only to feel Miss Worthington's tongue and lips clean them up for her. Far from stopping her feast, the English lawyer devoured her friend's cunt with relish and sucked on her clit as well. Her mouth traversed the length of the chasm between the thighs and buns of the pretty widow. As she ate Helen, Chelsea groaned in response to Ned's dick. She wondered when he would take her, as she could sense his lust where she was concerned. Well, now she was glad that the rustic had entered her with a great deal of raw desire on his part. She worshipped hard cock, even more than she adored wet pussy, sweaty ass, and soft tongue. One thing was sure to her: she wanted to come back to this house as many times as possible. There were 3 very good reasons to return to this homestead, and she had already experienced two of them. "Roxie, get in front of Chelsea and let her lick your ass now! That will help me cum!" Ned commanded his transgender mate, who was naturally happy to comply with him. Once more, the redneck witnessed the ravishing sight of Ms. Worthington's mouth on a sexy tush, this time being his favorite slave's heinie. It was even more of a thrill for the British tart, who came at last on the Dom's cock. She then alternated between sucking Ned's dick clean of her fluids and giving head to the tranny. She was pleased to realize that Ned hadn't exaggerated the delicious taste of his slave girl's anatomy, as she even resumed licking her butt. "Damn, Master, this English vixen really knows how to use her tongue!" Roxie shivered, but wasn't able to cum again, in reaction to the sheer ecstasy of sharing Chelsea's mouth with her beau. Ned, meanwhile, became aware that he was going to cum soon, so he gestured for Chelsea to swallow him. She didn't disappoint him at all, especially since she motioned for Helen and Roxanne to join her. They collaborated to push him past that point, causing him to shoot part of his load in his guest's mouth. Before he could finish, Helen took Chelsea's place and sucked out the rest of his jism. "Hey, I didn't get any cum!" Roxie whined, at which point Chelsea and Helen silenced her with a "snowball" from each of them. "Well, I think that we need a breather, don't we? Let's grab something to eat," Ned told the girls, rolling his eyes with amusement when they twisted his meaning into a suggestion of oral sex. "Well, it's a Saturday, and I am normally off, anyway. This was my only labour for today, and it has turned out well worth it in several ways. I certainly want to fuck all of you more, so it pays to have a full stomach. How about we order some pizza, so we can just kick back until we've sated our hunger?" Chelsea proposed with a charming smile, quite unlike her sometimes frosty persona. "You'll get along very well in these parts, ma'am. As I am head of this household, you have an open invitation to come here whenever you please," Ned winked. "Well, I simply must accept that invitation. I love to cum together with friendly chaps and dames like you," Chelsea punned mischievously, as Helen ordered the pizza for them (which was one of her duties). Insurance Slave Ch. 03 The foursome didn't require much time to consume their pizza and drinks, since they were quite famished from the group sex which had taken place during Chelsea's visit. Ned was also ready to remind his dear Roxanne that she was still his favorite lady. He intended to pound her ass, and then enjoy the others while they cleaned her out. The Brit gave him the impression that she would love to participate in a thousand different combinations, including some with his dick up her arse as well. He grinned as he watched them eat, making a point of winking at his transgender lover. She blushed, as she realized that he had plans for her in particular. Even though she was a woman of the world, and quite accustomed to his kinkiness, the transwoman still responded with pleasure and surprise at times to the extent of her beau's desire for her. "Alright, girls, it's Roxanne's turn. Chelsea, use Helen as you wish, while I take my girlfriend. After that, you gals can lick up my cum and bend over for my cock. How does that grab y'all?" Ned demanded, in his deep drawl. "Thank you, Master. I always gladly take your dick up my ass," Roxanne reacted with lust, as she grabbed her ankles and offered Ned a chance to butt-fuck her. He didn't wait to ramrod her with his cock, only stopping to lube her up. The tranny felt her usual, visceral need for his dick, which could only be sated by its insertion into her backdoor. Her prostate welcomed its old friend, Ned's hard phallus, as it reamed her butt without relaxing much at all. "Oh, fuck, Master!" Roxanne repeated, grunting as Ned slammed her ass with his cock. Chelsea, of course, had her own pleasure taking with Helen. She tongued her former associate below the waist in every possible spot. Her kisses made Mrs. Bryant as wet as she could imagine anything making her. The lawyer turned slave was happy to reciprocate, licking the Brit's sweet cunny and arsehole. The Englishwoman knew without question that her intuition was right about Helen: the girl was an absolute bi slut. "So, Helen, it seems that you're into the ladies as well as the blokes," Ms. Worthington teased the younger woman. "Yes, I like pussy, so please just let me eat yours!" Helen urged her to be quiet and focus on their 69. "I shall, but watch your tone, slave," Chelsea warned her lover, though she laughed in her head. The girl was very scrumptious. Helen wished for a moment that her late husband was still around to participate, but she wouldn't have met Ned if Larry had survived. Well, maybe she would have met him at the fetish club that Chelsea frequented, but not in the same way. In any case, it was too late to worry about the tragic end of her marriage. She had a new start with her Master and Mistress. "Penny for your thoughts, darling," Chelsea intruded as they ate each other out. "I just wondered if you would have enjoyed doing this with Larry and me. That's the past, however," Helen answered. "Yes, and your present owners are even more delectable. Still, it would have been nice, especially if we could still have met Ned and Roxanne here. Want to hear a secret, love?" Ms. Worthington replied between sighs of delight. "Sure, but please don't quit licking me!" Helen begged her former colleague. "I almost got the chance to shag Larry. I wanted him for a while, and then I saw the opportunity when I caught him after his boss fired him. You knew about that, right? You didn't? Oh, well. Anyway, I found him at a video store, renting a film. I approached him, though I could tell that he didn't want to speak to me. "He was embarrassed, but I got him to agree to tea, where I found out that he had gotten into dealing pot as a new career to pay the bills. He was new to it, of course. I offered to be his solicitor, which he accepted, especially since my desired form of payment was his body. I think that he was stunned, however. Evidently, I seemed cold and scornful to him. The truth was that I craved both of you, and sought an opening to fuck both of you. If Larry hadn't been killed in that car wreck, it would have happened, I believe," the Englishwoman told her new companion. Helen almost replied to that statement, but she was too enamored of Ms. Worthington's cunt and ass, which she licked with total abandon. She loved the attorney's cool, smooth buttocks, her sweaty pucker, and her juicy quim. She wouldn't say it, but the only derriere that could rival it was Roxanne's. It was that delicious. As for the master of the house and his transsexual lover, they continued their buggery for a long time, as Ned always enjoyed Roxanne's bum. Her enthusiasm was one factor for him, as was the extreme friction of her anal sphincter. She had a truly sensuous rump, and her warm backdoor felt soft and tight to him. The fact that she loved him, and vice versa, added to their mutual satisfaction from sodomy. After a while, nevertheless, Ned spilled his jism inside Roxanne's bowels. He slipped out and indicated that the girls should all clean him off. The trio raced with each other for the honor of ass-to-mouth fellatio. They soon passed it back and forth, pleased that the tranny so often cleansed her butt-hole. She evidently adored anal sex, as well as oral, and she clearly took care to encourage Ned to use both openings on a daily basis. Once Ned was clean and needed a moment's respite, the ladies all formed a daisy chain. Roxanne licked Chelsea's butt-crack, while Helen tossed her salad with pleasure. At Ned's urging, the chain soon became a Sapphic circle, with Ms. Worthington savoring her American friend as well. This was a view that guaranteed the revival of their host's flaccid dick. They all anticipated that resurgence of male prowess by Ned, even as the threesome sampled each other with joy. Roxanne particularly considered the idea of a train, with Ned doing Chelsea, while the Englishwoman was inside the T-girl, and the transwoman rammed Helen. She just hoped that they would have the opportunity for this act. If not, there were always other occasions, she realized, as the women (and she was herself in virtually every way that she cared about) all tasted both pussies and butts.