Slaveworld Spy Chapter 4
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“Damn, it’s good to be a free man again, eh, Charlie. I never figured these fine ladies for the dominatrix type,” Dad chuckled, after Mom released the cockring that had kept him bound for 30 minutes.
“Naw, I never guessed my own mother was secretly a kinky lady,” I agreed, enjoying my own release from the same constrictive device. Dad and I had both been brought to the very edge of orgasm by the talented mouth and fingers of our wives, but it was apparent that they had other plans regarding our final release.
Mom smiled. “I’ll take that as a complement, dear,” she replied. “It’s funny how children never really think of their parents having the same sexual desires and curiosities that they have ... or being even kinkier! Well, after today, I think you’ll have pretty good idea about that part of the relationship your father and I have ... Of course, the day is still young,” she continued with a big smile, “I think there is even more to be learned all around, don’t you, Bob?
“Ohh most definitely, my sweet ... In fact, I’m very curious to learn what your plan is for getting rid of this awful case of blue balls you’re giving me,” he said with a wink.
“First things, first,” Mom began, cupping Dad’s heavy sack. “Let’s get those handcuffs off you guys, and then Erika and I can explain how you’ll be servicing us, for a change.”
In no time our stiff arms were swinging as freely as our cocks, and we were able to embrace the women who had given us so much pleasure.
“Yesterday, Erika and I were able to enjoy a bit of girl talk, and the topic of fantasies came up,” Mom explained. “She mentioned that one of her fantasies is to get a very THOROUGH sensual massage. I thought that since we are lucky enough to have two very caring and loving husbands, we’d both be able to enjoy that kind of treatment. How does that sound boys?”
Dad and I looked at each other. “What are we waiting for?” exclaimed Dad enthusiastically. Then, turning to Erika while rubbing his hands he asked, “Do you prefer shiatsu or Thai massage, dear?”
“SMACK!” went Mom’s hand against Dad’s bottom, leaving a clearly visible red handprint. “Your WIFE would like the massage of an attentive husband,” she scowled as Dad hugged her and laughed.
“Just joking, my dear! Just joking! I love seeing you get riled up,” he said, hugging her more tightly and rocking back and forth.
“You’d better watch out, Bob Evans!” Mom said, feigning jealousy. “Those handcuffs can be put right back on very easily, and you might not be happy with what comes next.”
“Oh, don’t worry, love. I’ll give you the best massage you’ve ever had,” Dad assured her, grabbing two handfuls of her supple ass in the process.
“I think it’ll be the ONLY massage you’ve ever given me,” shot back Mom, reciprocating with an ass grab of her own.
Breaking their embrace, Mom asked her two strapping men to take the long cushions off of the patio lounge chairs and lay them side by side on the patio tile. Dad and I obliged, then once that job was complete, the women asked us to shed them of their crotchless panties. Dad and I couldn’t help but rise to full attention as we slid them off slowly to reveal our two beautiful wives completely nude in front of us. Smiling, they seductively crawled onto a cushion each, letting their sensuous asses sway conspicuously with each movement. Between their legs, the bulge of their mons was clearly visible ... and inviting. They finally got into position, lying down flat on their stomachs with their faces turned to each other.
“Even though we’re the ones needing the massage, I have no problem with this,” chirped Dad. “Just look at those hot asses! What a sight!” he sighed.
Glancing at him, I decided to make a proposal that I thought would be in everyone’s benefit. “I think turnabout is fair play ... How about you ladies wear the blindfolds while we give you our world-renowned massages? It’ll help you relax and concentrate more on our magic fingers.”
The women talked a bit about the proposal and then finally accepted, much to my surprise.
“OK, gentlemen. Dazzle us with your skills,” Mom announced once the blinders were in place.
Dad poked me in the ribs. “Oh, don’t worry, Mable. I’m gonna dazzle you real good,” he said, taking his excited cock to hand and shaking it in Mom’s direction.
I laughed silently and stroked my own package a bit before grabbing the thick towels the women had used when giving Dad and me oral pleasure. I gave one to him.
We placed them on the tile next to our respective wives: me on the left, Dad on the right. I picked up the tropical oil lying on the floor, and squirted a large amount on Erika’s smooth, white back. She hummed her approval. I then passed the bottle over to Dad, and then slowly slathered her neck, shoulders and back with the fragrant oil. I worked my fingers carefully over her muscles, feeling for knotted areas and trying to soothe them. Her skin shimmered with the lubricant, allowing my hands to glide effortlessly from place to place ... lingering particularly around her shoulders and neck.
Dad also had his hands full attending to Mom. He appeared to be enjoying himself thoroughly, smoothing her glistening skin with his large, rough hands. Because she was facing me, I could see her mouth forming “Os” when Dad hit particularly sensitive areas. As we both attended to our wives, they weren’t shy about letting us know which areas needed more attention than others. Eventually, we had rubbed every possible area of their arms and back. Our handiwork was rewarded with a constant stream of coos and ooohs.
Dad glanced at me and then announced, “OK, ladies. Time to turn over.”
“Oh, you are a magician, Bob!” sighed Mom, obviously satisfied with the labors of his hands and fingers.
“You too, babe,” added Erika, grinning from ear to ear.
Needless to say, Dad and I had our tongues hanging out of our mouth as the women took up full frontal positions. He shot me a pair of raised eyebrows and even managed to lick his lips before responding to Mom.
“Well, our work is far from through, ladies. Now comes the hard part.”
“I think the only thing hard right about now is the condition of your cocks, Mr. Evans. Am I right you two?” retorted Mom with a sly smile.
We looked down at our respective members, then at each other’s. Dad shot me a knowing smile before replying. “Well, now that you mention it ... Charlie and I do seem to be in an obvious state of renewed agitation ... But we shall fight through our discomfort and continue to provide you both with an exquisite massage experience,” he concluded with a wink in my direction. We then proceeded to liberally pour oil across our partner’s breasts ... thoroughly enjoying the process as we went. In no time, my hands were smoothing the lubricant into the pores of Erika’s skin as my father watched intently. He seemed spellbound by the way I gathered his daughter-in-law’s petite breasts in each palm and squeezed them gently until I was able to draw a satisfied moan.
“Sounds like your son has a definite talent for this, Mr. Evans ... You’re not doing such a bad job your-- oohhh.” Mom’s comment was cut short as Dad suddenly drew her erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger and gave them a little pinch.
“You were saying, dear?” Dad teased, increasing the stimulation of her sensitive peaks.
Mom gasped and writhed a bit in Dad’s skillful hands.
“Sounds like your Dad is pushing the right buttons,” chimed in Erika. “Can I request the same treatment?” Dad and I smiled at each other as I began pleasuring my wife’s pert brown nipples, drawing a similar reaction from her body. The two women found each other’s hand and held them as Dad and I continued our slow ministrations.
I was the first to break protocol, when I finally leaned down, and took Erika’s closest nipple into my hungry mouth. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer. The smell and smooth texture of the massage oil was intoxicating, as I swirled my tongue around her puffy aureoles and kneaded her other breast.
“Our boy is enjoying a fine appetizer over there, Mrs. Evans,” Dad explained. “Mind if I partake myself?”
“Help yourself, darling. I’m sure he sees you’ve already got his momma’s nipples all hot and bothered.”
He smiled at me as he collected Mom’s full breasts in both hands and pushed them together. Hovering just above one of her pinched nipples, he stuck out his tongue and began lapping at her sensitive flesh like a hungry beast.
“That’s a good boy ... lick it good,” she whispered.
“Too bad you don’t have any of that sweet milk you used to give me back in the old days,” he said with a wicked smile, as he continued to lathe her nipples with his tongue. “I was telling Charlie here how delicious it was.” Looking at me, he continued. “Yeah, when you were a baby, you and I almost came to blows over who would get to enjoy these beautiful twins more ... Seeing as how you were depending on them for more than just their aesthetic beauty, you won, of course,” he winked.
“But your father did a thorough job reminding me each day that they’d be his property again just as soon as you stopped breastfeeding, isn’t that right, Bobby?” added Mom with a chuckle.
“That I did. And my patience finally paid off!” he laughed, letting his fingers glide over her erect nipples like a washboard, drawing a satisfied hum from her throat. “Now I have them aaaallllll to myself ... even these nice full nipples here,” he observed, taking both between his fingers and slowly rolling and tweaking them ... over and over. Mom writhed and arched her back as he played.
“Oh baby,” Mom said panting a bit. “I wish I still had some milk to give you.”
I wasn’t sure if her comment was directed at me or at Dad, but before I could say anything, Dad jumped in.
“Just you wait, Erika. Once you guys finally have a baby, those beautiful breasts of yours are gonna be so full of milk, that you’re gonna have to fight Charlie off of ‘em, just like his Momma had to do with me.” With that, Dad fully devoured the fat nipple he had been teasing, drawing a squeal of pleasure from Mom.
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