Chapter 4

“Mmm,” she moaned as I lowered my head and picked up where Charlotte left off. I was immediately engulfed in Miss Natasha’s juices, and felt their warm wetness coating my nose and chin as I angled myself to start. I swirled my tongue around her exposed nub and pulled it into my mouth with a bit of suction. Miss Natasha gasped and pulled away. I changed tack to a more subtle approach.

I began outlining her folds with my tongue while I listened to the sounds of her contented purring. Her taste was strong. I was just coming around for a second pass when I heard the phone chiming again. I wasn’t done yet, so I took one last swipe and pulled a bit of Miss Natasha’s nectar onto my tongue to savor before moving to let Charlotte take over. Just for fun I painted Charlotte’s lips with my tongue before I let her in.

Charlotte didn’t waste anytime and was already going to work.

“Juliet — Mmm,” I heard Miss Natasha say, “You took your time switching places, so you — Mmm — you forfeit your next turn.”

“Don’t make it two turns, honey. Ohh.“

With the rate Charlotte was getting her wife all revved up I was beginning to wonder if I would even be getting another turn.

“Oh, Charlotte. Mmm.“

Things were not looking too good at the moment. The phone chimed again, but I didn’t move. I just sat on my haunches entranced by Charlotte’s tongue going to work while the volume of Miss Natasha’s moaning increased at a steady pace. I leaned over and nuzzled Charlotte’s face, watching as some of the moisture on my chin transferred to Charlotte’s cheek.

“Oh, god. Mmm. Just like that,” Miss Natasha moaned. I wasn’t sure if she meant what Charlotte was doing to her with her tongue, or what I was doing to Charlotte with the pussy juice on my face. It didn’t really matter, because either way it was a sight to behold.

“Oh god, Charlotte!” Miss Natasha had a hand wrapped in Charlotte’s hair and the other was randomly slapping at the couch cushion. “Oh, god. — Oh! — Oh! — Oh my god! — Yes! Yesss!”

Score one for Charlotte.

“Charlotte, that was amazing baby,” Miss Natasha heaved. “But you technically took two turns to do it, so you forfeit your next one. Now let your sister have some fun.”

“Mmm. Yes, Mistress.” Charlotte’s mouth turned up at the corners and a low moan was escaping her lips, probably at Miss Natasha’s use of the word sister. She also didn’t look too broken up about having taken two turns with that grin spread over her face.

I stuck my tongue out at her and then went to work on Miss Natasha while she looked on. Every so often I would turn my gaze to Charlotte and let her know how much I was enjoying my work. She just scooted up next to me and began nuzzling and kissing the back of my neck while I brought her wife closer to the peak.

Every so often I would turn my head and we would share a sloppy wet kiss that tasted a lot like Miss Natasha. And watching us must have been just as much fun for Miss Natasha, because I really got a faceful when she went over. Fortunately Charlotte was good enough to help me get cleaned up.

Eventually the oven timer beeped and our game came to a close. It was probably for the best since after all this, I figured one or more of us was probably going to pass out soon.

Miss Natasha was gracious enough to untie us so we could sit down to dinner and tally up the orgasm count. As she pulled the lasagna out we had determined that I was the winner by one. So I bent forward, grabbing the breakfast bar with my feet in a wide stance to accept the egg.

Meanwhile Charlotte latched onto the phone with a slightly maniacal look in her eye.

“Oh my god!” I cried as a shudder ran through me at the kitchen table. “What was that already?”

“Burst mode, dear sister. But I think I’ll keep you at four during dinner so you can still get the fork to your mouth.” Charlotte smiled. “Pass the salad, please?”

“Oh, fu–” I almost dropped the bowl.

“Burst mode, dear sister.”

There were a few near mishaps that always seemed to come when I least expected, but otherwise it was a very enjoyable meal. Agonizing, but enjoyable. Miss Natasha insisted on cleaning up and asked us if we wanted chocolate sundaes for dessert. I just shook my head and wondered what kind of puddle I had left on my chair, as I felt a big stupid grin crossing my lips.

“So what is it that you girls were trying to do down here anyway?” Mistress asked as we all traipsed down the stairs to the basement level. She was naked like Juliet and me, but was still sporting her black widow lip design and it was hard to look at her without feeling a little stirring down below.

Juliet was just staring at her boobs.

“Well Mistress,” I said, “it started out as we kind of wanted to set up a music area down here. Sort of a poor man’s recording studio I guess. Obviously we got a little sidetracked.”

Mistress smiled and I heaved a contented little sigh at the recent memory of being trapped in her web down here.

“I can help with any construction type stuff, Miss Natasha,” Juliet said. “I used to rehab houses with my uncle during the summers. I’m pretty good with a ham — ham — hammer.” Juliet swallowed hard and shivered as I’m pretty sure she just plowed her way through an egg-induced orgasm.

I smiled and hit her with the burst button, just because I could.

“I’m sure you are honey.” Mistress looked rather amused by Juliet’s current state. “But let me ask you this, girls — why settle for a poor man’s music studio?”

It was hard to take Mistress seriously and listen while she stood here naked in front of us and Juliet was coming like every couple minutes, but we did our best. Well, I did anyway. I think Juliet just stared at Mistress’s boobs while she shuddered again — and again.

I hit her with another burst.

“If this project I’m in charge of comes in on time and on budget,” Mistress continued, “which it damn well better be with all extra hours I’ve been putting in, then I should have a sizable bonus coming my way. And I can’t think of anything better to spend it on than a music studio and a proper workout room. Who knows, maybe we can get some bondage restraints installed in the ceiling too.”

Mistress looked at us and smirked.

I wasn’t sure if she was serious about the restraints, but it sure made Juliet dreamy. Or maybe it was the fact that she had just crashed headlong into her fourth orgasm. I tapped the burst button again to drive the point home.

I was actually impressed that Juliet was still standing, so I hit it one more time, just to be sure. Her knees began to buckle.

As Juliet struggled to stay conscious, I thought about Mistress’s proposal. A music studio sure sounded good, and I know Mistress had always wanted a proper exercise room. Maybe even a three-quarter bath for a quick shower after working out. The wheels in my mind began to spin.

“Until then girls,” Mistress continued, snapping me out of my architectural daydream, “why don’t you head upstairs and start the shower? The spider would like to play with her food a little more before bed.”

Juliet didn’t say anything, she just stood with her knees locked together, shuddering. I didn’t expect she would would be contributing much to the conversation since I had just hit the burst button about four times in a row.

“Mistress, if you don’t mind, could you put on the leather outfit again and tie us up like your helpless prey?”

“You liked that, did you?”

“Oh yes, Mistress. I liked it a lot. How about you Juliet?” Juliet didn’t say anything at all, so I tapped burst one more time. She shuddered and nearly fell over, but Mistress caught her just before she hit the floor.

“I’ll take that as a yes, honey.” Mistress smiled. “Come on girls, and don’t forget to turn out the lights. I don’t work for the electric company you know.”

After our shower I put on a sort of reverse striptease for my girls, slowly pulling on my tight leather outfit while making the exaggerated movements of smoothing it out over my backside and chest. While I was getting dressed, they just lay back on the bed enjoying the show and patiently waited for me to rope them up as my prey.

I took a little different approach in the interest of accessibility, binding each girl’s forearms to her calves that resulted in a rather obscene display laid out on the bed in front of me. I also took the opportunity to add a few chest wraps because I really love what it does for their perky little tits. Of course they both grumbled about it until I started licking and fingering. After that it was all moans and panting.

Throughout the rest of the evening, I managed to tease three orgasms out of Charlotte and two from Juliet, and that was all without using the egg. Selfishly, I kept that for myself and set it to a low rumble during the time I went to work on them. I was about to go for another round when Juliet begged me to stop. She insisted she was close to death. They both looked pretty exhausted, so I figured it might be a good time to rest.

I let them watch in helpless fascination as I plunged my hand under the waistband of my leather pants and took myself over the edge before finally stopping the vibrations of the egg.

“Oh girls,” I slapped their behinds a few last times before finally untying them. “I sure hope you have something good planned for breakfast tomorrow, since you made me step outside my comfort zone and actually cook dinner tonight.”

“Oh yes, Miss Natasha, we’ll come up with something.” Juliet was actually able to speak now that she was no longer constantly coming. “And thank you so much. Oh my god, that last orgasm nearly killed me, but it was so worth it.”

“You’re very welcome girls. Now who wants to help me out of these clothes so we can go to sleep?” I looked down at two grinning faces as I heard a zipper. I am so spoiled.

I have so many adventures for these three rattling around in my head that I think their story will go on for a long, long time. And I think Charlotte and Juliet need to get their music studio so they can do something productive once in a while.

Please let me know what you thought of their latest adventure in the comments.