Couples of South Pointe Lake

12. Master and his Slaves

Bobby Red took a long toke of his rolled-up weed with his head leaning backward, then exhaled a dense cloud of smoke.  The weed’s essence swirled down to his throat, dove into the deep recess of his lungs before shooting back to escape through his mouth and nostrils.  His eyes were half shut while he savored the flavor as the smoke curled and dispersed into the evening sky above his head.  He snorted air drastically to clear his nose passage of any lingering smoke.  He felt peaceful with himself like he could up and float into the sky as well. 

His eyes remained close as he continued savoring the weed smoke before turning his sight at his companion that occupied his pickup truck with him.  Charles DeGreese smiled anxiously as he watched Red scaled down from his weed mountain, eager to hear his response.

“Well?” Charles inquired.  “What do you think?”

“Awhhh man, this is some f*****g good s**t you done got me,” Red exclaimed.  He took another puff of the weed, not wanting to believe he had just smoked the best damn kush he’d had in a while.  His eyes stayed on the lit tip as he dragged the smoke deep into his gut and let it off once more with a satisfying sigh.  It felt to him as though Christmas had indeed come early.  “Damn sure hits the right spot,” he added.

“Like I told you, man.  I told you I’ve got the good shit.”

“Yeah, you sure as s**t wasn’t lying.  I’m gonna need me a fresh batch of this one.  How much can you give me for a hundred?”

“That will get you three bags, and since you’re a good customer, I’ll add another to make it four.  That ought to take care of you till month’s end.”

They were at the lake park once again.  Charles arrived an hour early.  He had raced out of the apartment, not wanting to be there when JoBeth’s cop boyfriend arrived.  She had mentioned earlier that Elroy would be dropping by.  Charles wanted nothing to do with the cop and even saw it like he was the one doing them both a favor by not being there, unlike last time.

“You’re not gonna stiff me as you did before, are ya?” Red gave him a wary eye.  “I want three bags of this new s**t you’ve got.  I’m almost done with the other you sold me last time.”

“I ain’t ever stiffed you once, Red,” Charles countered back peevishly.  “I sure as s**t ain’t gonna try that now.”

Neither men were observant of the slight noise that sounded like feet crunching on gravel stones quietly approaching the vehicle, or the dark shadows that accompanied the noise.  It wasn’t until a torchlight came alive and lit the interior of the vehicle.  Charles jumped in his seat as bright light fell on his face, blinding him briefly.  The bags of m*******a spilled on his lap and splattered over his leg and across the passenger seat.  Bobby was just as startled, he couldn’t voice any action.

“Well, well, well, look at what we’ve got here,” Patrol officer Scott Baskin appeared at the driver’s side door, grinning like he just won a high-stakes lottery.  “What have we got here, gentlemen?  Looks like you guys are having yourselves a party.”

“And they didn’t bother about inviting anyone,” added his partner Elroy Jamieson who stood by the passenger window aiming his torch in one hand and holding his gun in the other.  “What’s up, Charlie-boy.  Fancy sighting you at this park at this godforsaken hour.”

“You boys wouldn’t by chance be trading in m*******a sales, would you?”  Scott asked.  “Last time I checked, that was still illegal in the state.”

“Ain’t nothing illegal here, officer,” Bobby answered back.  “I need some of it for my health.  It’s part of my medication.”

“It’s too bad you picked the wrong time and place to be doing that transaction, Red.” Scott opened the door.  “Climb on down and let’s see what you boys are working with here.”

Both cops stood back for Bobby and Charles to alight from the vehicle.  Charles was shaking and pale-faced as scattered weed fell from his jeans to litter the ground.  Nothing escaped Elroy’s sight as he grabbed Charles’s arm and turned him around to face the truck. 

“Better not move a muscle,” Elroy said before proceeding to search him down.  He unearthed several doggie bags of m*******a from Charles’s pocket, including a roll of cash, a pack of cigarettes, and a condoms packet.  

Elroy held up the condom.  “Don’t tell me you were getting these for me, Charlie boy,” he laughed.  “You planned on using any of this on Jo tonight?”

“That’s none of your f*****g business,” Charles retorted.

“Aww, I hope I didn’t hurt your pride.  Looks like you and your buddy are coming to the small house with us.  Put your hands behind your back.”

Elroy slapped a pair of handcuffs on Charles’s wrists then led him to their squad car.  Scott led Bobby Red to the other side then slammed the door shut.  Both cops got in the front and switched on their revolving lights before pulling out of the park grounds. 

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Cloud banks coalesced and unleashed a downpour of rain upon the world.  By midnight, South Pointe’s quiet, affluent streets were devoid of night strollers, except for a patrol car that circumnavigated the neighborhood.  

The time was 01:12 when Cera and Rosa reached the gazebo, decked in their hood outfit, wearing nothing underneath; their face masks shielded their eyes.  

Their Black Master was there waiting.

They knelt before him and bowed their heads.  He undid his robe for them to gawk at his manhood.  Both women cooed and gasped at his hard-on.  He drew closer for them to take turns to kiss his p***s.  Their Master brought his hand to the back of Cera’s head,  prodding her to take his c**k into the nether reaches of her throat.  He gave her nearly a minute to play with his c**k before turning to her counterpart, Rosa, who also gave a similar exquisite performance.  There was no exchange of words between them.  Both women knew their solemn duty.  They were there to please him, submit to his superior will power, and commit toward enriching his pleasure; however way he demanded.  Even when it mattered, they were never to question his motives regarding whichever of his slaves he demanded for his immediate pleasure.  What mattered was that they were the ones he summoned, which made them feel special.

This wasn’t the first time to be chosen.  As much as his s*x slaves vied competitively for his attention, their Master knew it was out of sublime love than anything pertaining to envy.  

Both wives took turns kissing and slobbering against their black god’s shaft, kissing every inch of his foreskin down to his testicles.  Morgan (Cera) applied attention to his nuts-sac, while Hanna (Rosa) had his shaft to herself.  They switched places later with Hanna reaching around to rim his buttock while Morgan deep-throated his hard-on.  Their Master reached for Hanna and pulled her to her feet and kissed her passionately, then brought his lips upon her pair of silicon-induced t**s. 

Morgan took a moment to loosen her robe from around her neck before resuming sucking her Master’s c**k with vigor.  She pressed his phallic muscle, now coated and glistening with her saliva, between her breasts, and slid it up and down her torso toward her gaping mouth.  

The rain persisted with its onslaught.  As with previous nights when their Master dropped in unannounced, neither women harbored any fears of being caught or observed by lurking eyes. 

Hanna joined her counterpart to rid herself of her hood and spread it on the ground.  Their black god then laid on the floor while stroking his erect muscle in his hand.  

“Which of you bitches wants to ride first?” 

Both women looked at each other, eager for the other to first make a move.  Morgan gestured at her fellow slave.  “You go on first, Rosa.”

“Why, thank you, Cera.”

Hanna positioned herself before lowering her body toward him.  He held her butt with one hand while his other guided his p***s between her p***y’s entry.  Hanna balanced herself on her feet, hunched over while reclining her hands on her Master’s shoulders as she then absorbed his turgid muscle inside her wet orifice.  He now wedged her butt with both hands while lifting his pelvis and thighs, thrusting his c**k into her v****a.  His hips connected with the underside of her butt with each steady thrust he gave.  Her p***y gradually opened up to him f*****g her deep.  Hanna managed to balance herself on her feet, panting aloud as her black god continued hammering into her.  She caressed and groped her breasts as she tossed her blonde hair side to side amid her lustful cries.

Morgan knelt beside them, caressing her Master’s thigh.  So enraptured was she at the sight of their Master’s c**k ramming her friend’s p***y, the way her cunt lips wrapped around his girth was so infectious to uphold.  Morgan went on rubbing her p***y with anticipation of her turn.  She scooted over onto her black god’s face; he lowered her butt upon him.  He breathed in her pungent warmth wafting from her p***y before applying his tongue to her labia.  Hanna lowered her legs onto her knees and rocked back and forth, building continued momentum, until she came down from him for Morgan to take her place.  

Morgan spread her legs forward after straddling him then reclined backward, thrusting her pelvic muscles forward, onto his d**k.  His prick slipped out of her at one point, but Hanna was quick to clean the tip with her mouth before inserting it back into Morgan.  Morgan sat forward this time and proceeded to rock her hips to the immense girth that was his erection.

Hanna crouched beside Morgan, listening to her lust-filled pants and gasps while her booty rode their Master’s c**k.  Now and then, she stopped to rotate her hips before once again bouncing hard on him.  Hanna drew closer to suck Morgan’s t**s, taking time to ravish her n*****s.  

Their Master wrapped his arm around Morgan and turned her to the side.  She lifted her leg for him to slid his shaft between her thigh.  Hanna stuck her face under Morgan’s butt and went between licking her ass to sucking on their Master’s bouncing nuts-sac.  Morgan gave a yearning cry when suddenly she broke into a frenzy and squirted on Hanna’s face.  The s*x went until their Master pumped his seed inside her.  This was the moment both his slaves craved the most; they came on either side of him and took turns cleaning his c**k.  

Their s*x romp concluded, Morgan presented their Master with the envelopes she had collected, including hers.

“Your tributes, Master,” she said after giving them to him.

“Thank you, Cera.  You and Rosa have pleased me tonight.”  He kissed both women.  “Go home and share my seed with your spouses.”

“We will, Master,” they responded in unison.

They wore back their hood cloaks and thanked him for blessing them with their seed before departing.

Ollie stood out of sight behind a line of trees where he acted as a lookout.  He adjusted the hood of his parka jacket, feeling comfy inside it from the rain.  He waited until Hanna had split the scene before going after her.  He trudged carefully, keeping to the shadows, and maneuvered through backyard short cuts to avoid sighting the police squad vehicle patrolling the neighborhood.

Both women got onto Vinewood Drive then went in separate directions.  Morgan went left, cutting through a neighbor’s compound, undaunted by the sudden barking of their dog.   A few more turns, then she broke out into Frisbee Lane, where she lived.  Hanna took the right direction, arriving at her home on Cinnamon Drive.  She got into her house through the back door.  She loosened her cloak, shaking it to relieve itself of rain splatters.    

Ollie arrived minutes later and saw evidence of his wife’s entry as he first took off his wet shoes and parka jacket in the back porch before advancing down into the basement.  He fetched himself a mop and a bucket out of a closet room and poured some detergent and water into the bucket, then returned to the kitchen to wipe the floor.  Hanna’s wet footprint continued past the kitchen toward the stairs.  Ollie stopped to catch his breath as he continued to mop his way to where Hanna’s footprint ended before going upstairs.  His arm muscles ached when he went to discard the dirty water and fetch a clean one.  It took him an hour to get done, by which time he was sweating all over.  He left the mop and bucket beside the door as he was too drained to take them to the basement, and headed upstairs to his bedroom.

The room’s light was on.  Hanna was naked on the bed, playing with one of her dildos while waiting on him.  Ollie went into the bathroom to clean himself up, leaving his clothes in a basket.  

“Get your sissy-boy ass over here, white boy,” Hanna said to him.

Ollie grunted in response as he returned to the bedroom and found Hanna standing beside the bed, wielding a riding crop in her hand; Ollie was familiar with her intention.  He went and got on all fours on the bed.  Hanna ran the feathered tip of her crop over her husband’s naked backside, tickling him as he awaited what was coming.

“You’re such a wimp of a husband,” she scolded him.  “Very pathetic and lousy in bed.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Ollie agreed.

“Such a f*****g wimp of a husband you are.”

“Yes, I am.”

“In a minute, I’m going to sit on your face,” she said.  “But first, you require some lesson in manners.”

She slapped his butt with the riding crop.  Ollie flinched and grunted in mock pain from each smack he received.  He was gradually acquiring himself an erection.  His p***s grew turgid and began dripping pre-c*m on the bedsheets the harder she flogged him.  Hanna knew Ollie loved every second of it.  She tried not to overdo it, least he derived too much joy from it than her humiliating him.  What she demanded was her satisfaction, not his.  His own he could have whenever she wasn’t home to supervise him.

Hanna indicated at him to turn over after leaving enough red welts on his butt.  Ollie stroked his erection, panting harder, and soon ejaculated over his abdomen and thighs.  Hanna climbed onto the bed and sat over his face.  Ollie let go of his deflated p***s and spread his wife’s ass cheeks while rolling his tongue from under her wet velvet flesh.

“Ohh yeah, eat that p***y, sissy,” Hanna gasped.  “See what your Master brought to you.”

Ollie hummed with delight as he digested the pungent aroma of s*x pervading her p***y.  He could remain like this and eat her p***y all night without ever getting tired.  He rolled his tongue back and forth, taking time to feast upon her c******s to which she squealed and moaned in frantic response.  

“Ohh, you’re such a dirty sissy-boy, aren’t you,” she panted.  “Ohhhh, yeah.  Make me c*m, sissy-boy.  Yeah . . . eat that p***y and make me cum.”

Her body spasmed as an orgasm shattered inside her womb.  Just as Ollie desired, she let loose the flood gates of her v****a and rained a river down on him.  It was like watching a dam burst.  Ollie only had time to shut his eyes but left his mouth open to drink his wife’s essence.  His hand returned to his p***s, and he frantically jerked his flaccid p***s back to life.  He was breathing heavily as he climaxed a second time.  Hanna slid off him and went into the bathroom to clean herself.