MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 49 (orgy)
Birthday Party
Mary was with me on the morning of January 15 when I rang the bell at a
luxury high rise
condominium in Denver.
A very attractive woman opened the door. She was about forty years old with
a dark sun tan. The platform high heels she wore brought her to five nine or
so. Her hair had been some other color but now was blonde and cut short and
pert. She wore a pair of shorts and a halter top. Her breasts were huge and
perfectly shaped, with that pouched, symmetrical look of surgical
augmentation.
"May I help you?" she asked.
"Amanda Boswell?"
"Yes?"
"Do you prefer sirloin or tube steak?"
"It depends on the chef," she replied. Her whole body relaxed and a glazed
look came in her eyes.
"What does your pussy prefer?"
"It prefers following your commands."
"Are we alone?" I asked as I closed the door behind me.
"Yes, sir," she said.
"Strip."
She stripped and we stripped with her, all of us leaving our clothes in the
hall. I admired the body she worked hard to keep in perfect shape. I picked
her to be the first out of the "triple A" list because she was nearby and
because Uncle Bert had said she loved to have threesomes and had great
breasts.
My only problem was deciding which of my three I would take with me since I
needed only one of them to have a threesome. Mary won by a coin toss. Lisa
was stoic about staying home, but Andy complained about not going with me.
I left her chained in the basement, a steel collar around her neck and
attached to the wall where Cathy had been kept. I attached leather
restraint cuffs around her wrists and ankles, but did not attach them to
anything.
So was so sexy standing there chained and naked I almost stayed home. But,
as Lisa had said, they needed a firm hand.
"Take us to your bedroom, Mandy," I ordered.
I followed Mandy's twitching ass into her bedroom. The condo was tastefully
furnished. Her
husband must have paid a pretty penny for all the decorations. I wondered
how he would feel knowing his wife was at home fucking someone else while he
was at the office.
Mandy was eager, energetic and performed very well. She was very proud of
those expensive tits. I had her hold them together for me so I could titty
fuck her, which pleased her. I let her and Mary pleasure me and each other
before I fucked her ass. Mary had asked me not to cum in Mandy so I did
not. I let Mandy clean my cock. Then, Mary gave me a delightful blowjob as
she rode Mandy's face.
I fucked Mandy one more time. We left her naked and well used on her bed.
Mary had that sleepy, well fucked look as she got into the truck beside me.
I saw her watching me as I worked my way through Denver traffic to the
interstate. Finally, she spoke.
"Have fun?"
"Yes. How about you?"
"Yes. Was it better than the three of us?"
Different, yes. Better, no. Nothing was better than the three of them.
Was Andy correct? Would I find the more other women I fucked, the more my
three would stand out? Honestly, with three I even had the variety missing
in a monogamous relationship.
When we arrived in Vail, Lisa was preparing a magnificent dinner. She was
learning to become a chef after all.
I went to the dungeon. Andy was sitting on the floor, naked and forlorn.
She began to cry when she saw me and apologized profusely for making me
angry. She tried to reach me but I stayed out of her grasp until I was
ready. Then, I sat in a straight chair and pulled her into my lap. She
cuddled, rubbing that body against me as only she could.
"I want to do everything with you," she sniffed as she sat in my lap, her
neck still chained to the wall. "Is that so bad? Wanting to be with you?
Sharing your fun?"
"No. It is good, not bad. But, before I altered your programming, this
would never have
happened. Maybe, I should return you to the prior programming."
"Please, Davy. Don't ever do that! I like this way so much more. I feel
like a whole person instead of having pieces missing. I know my history. I
know I am programmed but that makes my life nicer. You know, I like
belonging to you."
"What should I do with you then?"
She got a shy, little smile, like a child caught in the candy.
"Well, being chained was not so bad. I would rather be chained then
reprogrammed."
"Anything else?"
She squirmed on my lap and turned a bright red as she looked away, nervously
rubbing her hands together.
"You could whip me."
"You like that too much. That would be a reward."
"I don't mean whip me like that. I mean really whip me."
"Or, I could leave you to feel guilty about it."
She glanced up at me with sad, hang dog eyes. Since the reprogramming
allowed her to do things of which I might not approve, it also allowed her
to feel guilty about them. Andy did feel guilty about this. I knew that.
Is feeling guilty the ultimate punishment?
"Feeling guilty is something I hate. It means I have angered or hurt you."
"Even worse, I could let you go several days without an orgasm."
To the kittens, no orgasm is the ultimate punishment. They all do love to
cum. I was surprised when Andy gave me a grin and her eyes flashed.
"You are not that cruel," she said smugly.
No. I was not normally that cruel. However, it irritated me. She was so
smug about it. I decided to teach my delicious kitten a little lesson in
humility.
If you remember, the programming was really of three different kinds. Mary
and Andy had been programmed by Uncle Bert so I could alter them by an
order. With Lisa, I needed to say "Kitten Lisa. Programming adjustment." I
had reprogrammed both Mary and Andy to require the terminology I used on
Lisa. This was for my own personal ease of operation and for no other
purpose. The third kind was the limited scope programming Uncle Bert did on
all the 3,000 kittens.
"Kitten Andy. Programming adjustment. You will not to be able to orgasm
again until I say
'Andy, orgasm.' This is a one time programming. Kitten Andy. Programming
terminated."
She weaved back and forth on my lap as she returned to normal.
"Oh, please, no," she begged as she fell to the floor.
"You need to learn a little lesson," I said.
I retrieved a large vibrator from the toy box, greased it, and, despite her
moans and sobs, slipped it up her pussy. I turned it to high and ordered her
to hold it in place until I returned. I left her there on the floor.
"Where is Andy?" Lisa asked.
"She is chained to the dungeon wall with a large vibrator turned to high
buried in her pussy. She has been commanded not to orgasm. Would you like
the same thing?"
Lisa turned pale. Mary looked away and shuddered. Both whispered "no, sir."
It was the first dinner without Andy I could remember. The dinner
conversation was strained since Mary and Lisa knew Andy was in the basement
being punished in the worst way they could conceive of. And, Andy normally
contributed happiness and brightness to dinner as she did to everything else
in our lives. It was an hour and a half when I returned to her.
She was exhausted, covered in sweat and lying in a pool of wetness. Her face
was tight and distraught. She was on her back, feet firmly planted on the
floor, humping the vibrator still humming away inside her.
"Please," she moaned.
I pulled the vibrator from her and slipped my cock in its place. She locked
her legs around me.
"Quiet, little kitten," I said. Then, I said, "Andy, orgasm."
Ever ride a bucking bronco? Loud snorting sounds. Legs flying everywhere.
Being tossed in the air. I was almost bounced out despite all efforts to
hang on as she kicked and bucked, coming again and again before passing out.
It was wonderful. I carried her to the bedroom, put her in bed and covered
her over.
Did she learn her lesson? The lesson taught by a cruel master to a poor,
little sex slave?
Before I fell asleep, I felt her hand on my cock and the touch of her lips
on my ear.
"How long was I chained down there?" she whispered.
"An hour and a half."
"Next time, let's go for two hours," she said with a giggle, snuggling up
against me.
"Andy, how am I supposed to punish you if you always enjoy it?"
"Your disapproval was punishment enough, sweetheart. I will do better. I
promise. But, can I do something sometime to make you punish me like that
in the dungeon? I will let you know what I want before I do?"
"Yes, kitten," I said, kissing her softly on the lips.
"I love you," she said.
She slipped under the covers to wrap that delicious mouth around my soft
cock. In a moment, she was asleep, sucking on my cock like a baby on a
teat.
I went to Aspen by myself the next day to enjoy a kitten there. I don't
know why Uncle Bert bothered to program her. She was a complete slut,
needing only a smile to spread her legs. And, she was not that good in bed.
I gave a group of college students her name and address before I left town.
When I got home, I took her off the "A" list.
While the seventeenth and eighteenth were typical, I have to tell you about
my birthday, which, as you know, is January 19. I knew the kittens had been
plotting because of the secretive giggles, hushed conversations which ended
when I entered the room and the sly glances which fell on me. I asked about
it.
"Davy, how can we plan anything if you are going to ask? We can't even lie
to you about what we are doing," Andy complained.
"So, please let us have this secret," Lisa said.
"And, don't you dare go near the back bedroom," Mary added.
I wondered what they had planned. Isn't that the best part of a holiday,
wondering about it? What will Santa bring me this year? What is in that
box? Who will be at my party? What will my lover give me?
So, I just grinned and waited.
Birthday afternoon, Mary pushed me out of the house with orders not to
return for two hours. I considered finding the cute ski instructor I had my
eye on, but instead went to a movie which I had not done in a while. When
I returned, I found in the entry hall a purple piece of cloth and a note
which read: "Mighty Caesar, put on your toga and then call for your slave."
A real Roman toga came to the floor. This one barely covered my ass and
cock but I hoped that was part of their plan. Feeling very Caesarish, I
called for my slave. Mary ran from the other room, dropped on the floor in
front of me and kissed the top of my foot. Then, she knelt in front of me.
Her blonde hair had been rolled on her head, leaving her neck bare, which
was a common style in old Rome. Around her neck was a chain with a padlock
at the nape. She wore a halter which was really a push up bra, maximizing
the bounty she already possessed. The bra did not cover her nipples. A
golden chain attached her nipple rings and a bell swung from the chain. On
her biceps were wide golden rings like the Romans wore.
She wore a waist cincher or mini-corset, squeezing her waist. Attached to
it was a little skirt which fell about as far as my toga. I presumed
nothing was underneath. Her feet were bare. She had the gold kitten anklet
on her right ankle and the gold ring on her left thumb. All in all, she was
a delightful slave.
"Welcome, Caesar," she said reverently. "I have new slave girls and food
for your stomach. May I show you to your rest so you may partake of your
pleasures?"
"Certainly, slave," I replied. No one had given me a script for this little
play, so I was winging it. I thought they would keep me on course.
Mary gracefully stood. Her breasts were such open invitations, I cupped
one, making her gasp. I slipped my finger through the chain attached to her
nipples and pulled. She followed and was next to me. She did not raise her
head.
"Why not look at me, slave?"
"Caesar, you have ordered all slaves who dare look on your face be whipped."
"For you, I set aside that order. I wish to see your face," I answered,
raising her head to be kissed. I do enjoy kissing Mary, if I have not
mentioned it before. I particularly enjoy it when I am playing with her ass
and her breasts are crushed against me as they were this time.
She led me into the living room. All the furniture was gone. The walls were
covered in wall
hangings. Near the fireplace was a low table covered in food, primarily
breads and fresh fruits and cold meats, with several carafes of wine. Small
pillows were strewn around the table. The Romans lay down when they ate,
usually feeding themselves with their fingers. I stretched out comfortably
which caused the toga to ride up so my cock showed.
"Caesar, if I may present the first of the new slaves?"
"Very well."
Mary returned in a minute with Andy. Andy's blonde hair, normally worn
straight, was a mass of curls, long, dangling, soft curls. She was naked
and her body had been oiled, making her glisten. She had a metal slave
collar around her neck and a chain attached to it by which Mary led her.
A wide golden chain was wrapped around her. I mean all around. It was
attached around her neck and wrapped down around her breasts, crisscrossing
and emphasizing, then around her waist, across hips and down her thighs and
calves to be tied around her ankles. Her wrists and elbows were bound behind
her, drawing her arms back and arching her back. It was an intricate
Japanese rope bondage but with a golden chain which was perfect for her
tanned skin and golden hair.
She was very erotic and very exotic.
Mary yanked the chain around her neck and Andy fell to the floor at my feet.
"Have mercy, mighty Caesar, on a poor slave girl," she begged before kissing
my feet. She looked up at me with a big grin and winked.
"I thought slaves were not allowed to look at me," I asked Mary.
"They are not, Caesar."
Guessing Andy's open violation of the no looking rule was part of the
script, I extended my hand and demanded, "Whip!"
Mary was prepared, handing me the small whip I liked to use. With it, I
could whip Andy until my arm fell off and not really injure her, but it made
her skin tingle and that tingling went right to her pussy. Andy enjoyed
that whip.
I pulled her into the supplication position, which is with her knees bent
and feet under her as in kneeling, pulling her head back until it and her
shoulders touch the floor. The golden chain pulled tightly across her skin.
She had a happy, slutty expression as I laid the first lash across her
breasts.
I only gave her six. The second was on her stomach, numbers three, four and
five on her thighs and six across her pussy. She had jumped and moaned with
each one. Her eyes were watering and she was squirming when I pulled her
upright.
"Perhaps the slave can be better behaved," I said.
She mumbled something under her breath which sounded like, "The slave better
get fucked
tonight" but I ignored her. I yanked her to me by her hair and raped her
mouth with mine, feeling her eager, hot tongue. When I shoved her to my
feet, her expression was happy and needy, as you would expect.
"May this poor slave suck Caesar's cock," she moaned. I pulled her forward
to me and jammed my cock down her throat. She was all grins as she slid my
cock in and out of her willing mouth.
"The other slave girl awaits you, Caesar," Mary said.
I nodded affirmatively and in a flash she returned with Lisa. Lisa, too, had
a slave collar around her neck and a chain by which Mary guided her. She
was dressed in veils, as Salome might have worn, transparent silk scarfs
which covered her body. She tinkled when she walked and I imagined all the
places bells were attached to her.
Her hair, usually straight, had been curled, but not like Andy's soft,
dangling curls. These were tight, springy curls, so dark around her lovely
head. She wore heavy makeup with her lips a hot, bright red and her eyes
heavy in eye shadow. I could see a bell in each hand, like castanets.
"She looks like a common slut," I said, knowing Lisa would like that. And,
she did, squirming and smiling happily.
"She is from the far reaches of your empire, Caesar, where the women relish
in their sluttishness," Mary countered.
"Where is such a place?"
"It is called Californicatium, Caesar. May the slave show you her harlot's
dance?"
"Yes, but first, you come here. Strip off your garments and pleasure me."
Mary yanked and the skirt, which was attached to the corset by Velcro, came
off in her hand. Her eyes questioned for instructions, then she removed the
corset. Naked, she lay on the pillows beside me. I pulled her close, my
hand under her to play with her pussy, her breasts crushed into my side, her
hand stroking my chest or her daughter's head.
Romans did not have CD players but we did. Lisa turned on the music and
began to dance.
So, there I was, splayed on a stack of pillows. Mary was naked and laying
by me, her body against mine as I played with her pussy. Andy was in
bondage between my legs, sucking on my cock. Lisa was beginning a
delightful bump and grind strip tease as I watched. So far, so great.
Lisa must have really practiced. The dance was hotly erotic and very well
done. She twirled and twisted, discarding veils one by one as bells rang
spasmodically.
Just close your eyes and picture me there, or, if you like, picture you in
my place, with your lovers doing to you as mine were to me. This was a
great birthday party.
Lisa was sweating when the last of the veils drifted to the floor. She had
a bell attached to each nipple and two between her legs, as well as a chain
of bells around an ankle and the ones in her hands. She collapsed at my
feet. I pulled Andy's mouth off my cock as we all rested for a moment.
"Unchain her," I commanded. Mary began removing the golden chain around
Andy's body,
leaving her skin lined with its indentions.
"I wish to see you slave girls pleasure each other."
"I told you," Andy muttered to Lisa out of the side of her mouth.
"Do you wish to be whipped again?" I snapped at her.
Before she could answer, Lisa interjected eagerly, "It is my turn to be
whipped, Dav, Caesar." She turned a beet red, almost as red as her
lipstick. I gave her a swat of the hand on her ass and she squealed
happily.
The kittens were ready for my orders for a girl-on-girl. I had to admire
their planning for my
party. They had thought of everything.
Andy and Lisa lunged at each other, rolling entwined on the floor. Once
they stopped. Lisa
strapped on a harness with a dildo. About six inches went up her pussy. The
six inches hanging out slid up Andy. Lisa's hips started to move as she
thrust in and out of Andy.
The two of them were sensual and erotic together. I thought how they had
melded so quickly into best friends, how lucky I was they understood and
liked each other. Needless to say, the programming smoothed the rough edges
and the fact they were both sex maniacs gave them a common ground. Still,
things went smoothly.
As myhand played with Mary's pussy, I pushed Mary's head down to suck my
cock as I watched the orgy before me. She came when I did.
Dinner followed. They fed me with their fingers and I used their hair as my
napkin. Perhaps
another Caesar would have objected when the slaves got a little rowdy, but I
did not. It was not really a food fight. Let's say their food placement
was inaccurate. Of course, we used our mouths to lick each other clean.
I ate my cake piece by piece. First one and then another, each kitten laid
back with her legs in the air, holding her pussy up to me by bracing her
hips on her hands. I lathered her pussy with cake and icing. Such a
delightful way to enjoy cake, or anything else. Pussy juice is always a
fine condiment.
Then, we all retired to bed where we fucked and sucked and licked until
mighty Caesar drifted off to sleep very well fucked and not mighty anymore.
Did you ever have a birthday like that? You should try it sometime.
It was not until the next morning I realized the only presents I had
received were them, the three kittens giving of themselves. Those presents
were more valuable than gold.
The next ninety days or so, from mid January to mid May, were either normal
or abnormal, if I could determine what both of those words meant in relation
to my life style.
We spent a lot of time doing things together such as skiing, or working in
Mary's stores, or just sitting and visiting at a restaurant or in front of
our own fireplace. Of course, we spent a whole lot of time naked and
playing together.
Don't think our nighttimes were all fucking. Sometimes, we played bridge or
other games. I think we turned on the TV once but I cannot remember what was
on.
During that time, I had twenty-three of the kittens on the "Triple A" list,
raising my total to
twenty-five of the 253. I would not have had that many but my kittens
insisted.
One of the twenty-three was the woman who liked her German Shepard. My
kittens offered to get a dog for sexual purposes, if I desired. When I asked
them if they wanted to fuck a dog, they all three said "no," although Lisa
said it tentatively. I declined their offer. The devil dog had given me all
of dogs I wanted for a life time.
The reaction of my three live-in kittens when I returned from fucking one of
the other kittens was interesting. They would question me in depth, making
me relate every little detail, every nuance. Then, they would take me into
the bedroom and fuck me until I was exhausted. Sometimes, I would be with
only one of them. Other times, it was two or all three. They were wild and
sexual and aggressively eager.
I decided their intensive debriefing was to learn anything about sex I might
have enjoyed so they could do it for me. And, then they tried to fuck those
other women right out of my memory. Not bad, eh?
Maybe Uncle Bert was smarter than I gave him credit for. Maybe the old
saying is right.
Competition is a good thing. In any event, I was the best fucked man in
America.
My kittens, as always, made sure I was happy and cared for and my house
clean and my stomach full of delicious food. I was inundated with back rubs
and foot massages and tender caresses. While this really was no different
than before, I thought they were happier doing those things. Maybe, it was
my perception because I was happier since the devil dog was caged and my
decision made.
Since it the height of the busy season, all of us worked in Mary's shops and
I begin investigating a new shop to acquire, which would give us two
businesses in Vail. We skiing and partied, but no drinking. Alcohol is bad
for fetuses and all three were planning ahead.
I slept at night with the three of them. I awakened each morning with one
of them kneeling by my bed with a mug of coffee.
Then, on the morning of May 17, instead of being awakened by a kneeling
kitten with a mug of coffee, I was alone when I awakened to the sounds of
someone throwing up.
In the bathroom, Andy was hugging the toilet with Mary behind her, holding
her hair out of the way. Lisa was shifting excitedly from foot to foot as
she watched.
Andy looked up at me. Her skin was pale and sweaty with a touch of green
and spittle slipped down her chin, but her eyes shined with a heavenly glow
and her lips had a beneficent smile.
"Morning sickness, sweetheart. I must be pregnant."
Two days later, after she finished throwing up again, the four of us went to
the medical clinic. The doctor gave them all pregnancy tests. Mary and
Lisa were still not pregnant. But, Andy was, confirming the cause of her
sickness.
None of us knew whether to laugh or cry, so we did both as we drove home.
We all sat on the floor in the living room, sipping soft drinks and
touching, relishing the moment.
Then, I saw Mary's eyes glaze over as if she were going into a trance. I
had not seen that
expression in a long time and I wondered what was going to happen.
To be continued . . .
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