Megan's Questions

Megan's Question

Chapter 2

Megan’s Questions

Chapter Two

       My mind is still in a whirl.  I am looking down at my very pretty and naked sixteen year old step daughter as she kisses and strokes my receding cock.  My naked wife, and sex slave, is sitting beside me, kissing my face and massaging my balls.  With my wife’s coaching, my step daughter has just sucked my cock to an incredible climax.  I don’t know what to say.  This has been an awesome experience.

       Jayne, my slave wife, smiles, kisses me again, and asks, “Sir, did you enjoy that?”

       I mumble something like, “Hell, yes!”

       I watch Megan kissing my cock, stroking it until it is beginning to rears its lusty head again.  My balls are tingling, signaling my renewed arousal.  I begin to have some logical thought, however.  I turned to my smiling wife, she who is still cuddling my balls.

       “Slave, I suspect there is more to what just happened than some happenstance.  Would you like to tell me what is going on?”

       Megan continued to minister to my cock, but now she was using her pretty little pink tongue to lick and excite my now reawaking cock.  Jayne kissed me and tried to explain.

       “Jack…, Sir, Megan has known about us, and our sex life for some time.  She did see the video, but that was about three months ago.  She came to me asking about it.  It seems our daughter is very submissive, maybe even more than her mother.  Being a sex slave like her mother is a very exciting idea to her.  I don’t want her submitting to some high school boy who could hurt her badly, and give her the wrong idea about sexual slavery..  She also confided that she has had a crush on you for some time.  She and I have talked about it extensively, and we reached a conclusion.  She wants to be your sex slave, just like I am.  So, after a lot of thought, I formed a plan.  I knew you would be uncomfortable coming on to your own step daughter.  I wanted you to know what her thinking is, and mine as well.  She wants you as much as I want you.”

       Now, as you can imagine, there was a very pregnant pause.  I don’t know how to answer her.  Of course, in the meantime, Megan has raised my cock from it’s slumber and she is now stroking a very rigid cock.

       I attempt some logical dialogue, “Megan, after seeing what I do to you mother, and talking to her, it is still you desire to be a sex slave, exactly like her?”

       Megan smiled as she continued to stroke my cock, “Yessir.  I have dreams about it, and what you might do to me.  I want to be your sex slave more than I can explain.”

       “Do you know I might keep you bound for hours, even days?  I will whip you for my pleasure.  No matter how you beg, I will whip and torture all I want.  Your breasts, pussy ass, legs, every tender spot you have would be subject to my whip.  I will never injure you, nor give you more than I think you can stand, but, it will be severe, and at times bordering on cruel.  Think about it.  Is this what you want?”

       Jayne spoke up, “Yes Jack, Sir, that is what she wants.”

       “I need to hear this from Megan.”

       With lust written across her face, Megan answered, “Yessir, please, do what ever you want with me.”

       “There is one other item you need to consent to.  If you watched the video I just showed you, and watched it carefully, you will notice something very interesting.  While I was dealing with your mother, tying, whipping, and fucking her, the camera caught everything.  In fact, it moved, and zoomed in for close up views of your beautiful mother submitting to me, with my cock buried in her pretty mouth.  Why do you think the camera moved.”

       Megan paused, the thoughtfully replied, “Some…one else was….in the room, working…the camera.”

       Now she had a serious look on her face as she thought about this question.  I don’t think she knew how to voice her feelings, so I stepped in, again.

       “Your mother and I have friends, and acquaintances who live the BDSM lifestyle, just as we do.  Uh…keep stroking my cock.  I didn’t give you permission to stop.  We see these people on a fairly regular basis.  I won’t tell you who was working the camera, but to say the least, you would know him.  When the mood hits me, I let him have your mother, to do things with her, the things I do.  She must submit totally to his sexual whims.  When I do this, he gives me access to his slave to do as I wish.  We have done this with several couples, and I have given her to a couple of single male friends of mine.  Some times they meet as a group, as club, if you will.  Slaves are subject to the whims of the various masters.  I see no reason to stop doing this because we enjoy it.  I would fully expect you to be treated the same way.”

       Megan looked at her mother, and Jayne answered, “Yes, that’s true, Sweetie.  Jack would let other Masters have you.  You will never be injured, but they will treat you like Jack will treat you.”

       The moment was electric as Megan looked back at me, “Jack, Sir, I am afraid.  I have never been bound and whipped, and made to do those sexual things others might want, even though I have had desires to be..  I want to be your slave, and have you force me to do what you want.  Oh, God, I don’t know how to say this.  I…am scared…, but I want to have what my mother has.  I cannot voluntarily give my self to strangers, but if I am your sex slave, you can make me do it.  If I don’t, or I refuse, you can punish me until I submit.  I really want to be your sex slave.”

       I reached down and picked Megan up, and sat her on my lap, straddling my thighs facing me.  My cock was resting against her steaming not pussy.  Jayne reached down and grasped my very erect cock and helped it enter Megan’s hot little pussy as she sat down on my lap, impaling herself on my erection..  Megan trembled as she felt my cock slide into her soaking wet pussy.  Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, slack, in the throes of the arousal she was feeling.  From the end table, Jayne secured a piece of rope.  I grasped Megan’s arms and pushed them behind her, holding them there with her wrists crossed.  Jayne bound her wrists, tightly, so there would be no escape.  Megan’s eyes opened when she felt her wrists being bound.  She looked over her shoulder at her mother, then back at me.  She was attempting to mouth some words, but she was so taken by the moment, she could not speak.

       Jayne sat down beside me, snuggling in as I pulled Megan to me and kissed her.  Megan’s kiss was hot, almost frantic with sexual hunger.  Her sweet little tongue darted in and out of my mouth.  She moaned into my mouth as I reached between us and squeezed her breast.  Like her mother’s, they were magnificent. 

       Slapping Megan’s breast, I asked, “Is this what you want?“

       Megan nodded her head, attempting to mouths words that would not come.  She was lost in what was happening to her.

       I slapped her breasts again, only much harder.  They bounced and jiggled deliciously under my assault.  I swear she stuck them out further.  I slapped them again, only this time I heard her moan.  I could see the pink imprint of my hands on her breasts. 

       “Megan, do you want to be my sex slave?“

       “Yes”, she managed to whisper.  “Yessir.“

       I made Megan start to ride my cock.  Up and down she went, riding the full length of my cock.  I slapped her breasts, each several times.  It aroused her more.  I told Jayne to spank her sweet ass.  Jayne did so, very hard.  Megan moved even faster toward the inevitable.  I told Jayne to continue Megan’s spanking until she had her climax.  That did not take very long.

       It seemed as if Megan’s cunt exploded with heat and passion.  Megan screamed as her climax came down on her like a lava flow.  She stiffened, and seemed to pass out, or faint.  I held her close, listening to her labored breathing.  I felt a sweet moisture on her brow, cause by her strenuous fucking.  My cock was still rigid as I had not cum yet. 

       I lifted Megan, pulling her from my cock, and laid her on the couch.  I left her wrists bound behind her.  I turned to Jayne, hugging and kissing her, telling her to clean my cock with her mouth.  She went to her knees and used her sweet mouth to remove her daughter’s juices from my cock, with her mouth.  While Jayne sucked my very erect cock, I watched Megan, fondling her breast, as she lay on the couch.  Soon she stirred.  Her pretty blue eyes opened.  She looked around, then at me, then at her mother sucking my cock.  She raised her head and kissed me.

       “Oh, Sir, thank you.  I never expected it to be like this.  Thank you, Sir, thank you.”

       “Welcome back to the earth, my little slave,  I thought we lost you for a moment.  You will get what you ask for.  You are now my sex slave, my number two sex slave.  Your mother is my number one.”

       I leaned down and took Megan in my arms, and pulling her close, I kissed her.  After I broke the kiss, Jayne kissed her, deeply and passionately.  Just as a matter of course, I produced a red ball gag from the end table drawer, and pushed it into Megan’s sweet soft mouth, and pulling the straps tightly behind her neck, I tightly gagged her.

       I looked at my beautiful sex slave wife, and said, “Jayne, lets go to the bedroom.  I’ll bring Megan.”

       I picked Megan up and carried her to the bedroom.  Our bed is larger than a king sized bed.  I put Megan on the bed and rolled her over on her belly.  I locked leather wrist cuffs on her before I untied the rope trapping her wrists.  After I locked the wrist cuffs tightly, I rolled her over on her back.  I had business with Jayne, and wanted Megan to watch as a bound and gagged slave. 

       Jayne was already wearing a collar and wrist cuffs.  I locked them behind her back, the pulled her to me by her nipples, then put my arms around her.  We stood there for a moment or two, kissing, with me fondling Jayne.  Megan was watching.  My cock was still aching and rigid from the fucking I had given Megan.  Now, I wanted to cum.  I picked up an aroused Jayne and put her on the other side of the bed, making her spread her legs.

       Jayne watched me as I moved between her legs, placing my face between her sweet soft thighs.  She caught her breath as my lips and tongue make contact with her pussy.  I looked up and smiled at her, then went to work in her cunt.  I love the taste of pussy so I did not deny myself the pleasure.  I looked over at Megan, and her eyes were smoldering with lust. I pulled my mouth away from Jayne’s pussy and spoke to Megan.

       “Megan, if you are a very good slave, and obey me like you should, maybe I will reward you with a good pussy eating.  Would you like that?”

       Megan nodded her head, rather vigorously.  I went back to work.  In a moment of two, my sweet Jayne was moaning and humping my face.  I have a mean streak, however.  Just about the time she was going to have a climax, I stopped and slapped her pussy, several times.  When I figured she was settled down, I started to suck her pussy again, only to stop and slap her cunt just before she climaxed.  Poor Jayne wanted to cum so badly, but I held her off.  Finally, I climbed between her legs and placed my cock at the mouth of her pussy.  Jayne started to move her hips and pussy, attempting to somehow to get my cock in her cunt.  With a single thrust, I drove my cock all the way into her heated cunt.  Jayne’s eyes popped open  as she groaned deeply at this phallic invasion of her heated cuntal passage.  After all that happened this evening, it did not take long for Jayne and I to cum together.  I swear it was about an eight on the Richter Scale.  I believe the whole house vibrated.

       Jayne and I lay there for the longest time, enjoying the luxury of the after glow of a terrific climax.  Finally, I rolled off Jayne, and lay on my back between her and my bound and gagged Megan.  Jayne, as she had been taught, moved down my belly and took my cock into her mouth, sucking the remaining cum from my cock, and cleaning it with her sweet mouth and tongue.  The whole time, Megan was watching her mother do her slave’s chore.  When she was finished, Jayne came back up and lay next to me.  I was going to sleep between Megan and Jayne.  Both were bound with leather cuffs, and Megan was gagged.  I went to sleep with my hand on each of my slave’s pussy’s.  I went to sleep, as did Jayne.  We were gloriously tired.  I learn later that Megan had a hard time sleeping.  My hand on her pussy kept her aroused.

       Somewhere in the night, I awakened, and noticed that both Megan and Jayne were asleep.  My cock was hard again.  Each of us had found a comfortable position to sleep in.  Jayne was on her side facing me, while Megan was on her back.  Gently, I worked my way to Megan, spreading her legs.  She was still sound asleep.  She stirred when I touched he cunt.  I found that she was still moist.  I eased my cock into her sweet tight pussy and started to gently piston in and out of her cunt.  In a moment Megan awoke, realizing that she was being fucked again.  I thought it might scare her being awakened like that, however this was not to be the case.  Her hips started moving, matching the rhythm of my cock.  Needless to say, in short order we both were enjoying another climax. 

       With my cock still lodged in her pussy, I took the gag from Megan’s mouth.  I kissed her long and hard.  She responded in kind.  I then rolled off her, pulling my cock from her well fucked pussy.  I lay on my back waiting to see if Megan would do her slave duty like her mother.  A big smile formed on my face as she turned to me, kissed me then moved down my body to my receding cock.  She was delightful.  Megan was thorough with my cock cleaning.  She was so thorough, that before she was finished, my cock was again exhibiting signs of arousal.

       I pulled Megan from my cock to have her lay beside me again and get some sleep.  She leaned over and kissed my cheek, and told me she loved me.  Then from the other side of the bed, I heard Jayne whisper in my ear, “I love you, Master”.  This was the best day of my life, and I was hoping for many more.