Decision Time: Master or Slave?

Simon Masterson

The Yank walked over and knelt in front of you, his mouth salivating already at the prospect of licking your bald snatch. His tongue tentatively probed inside the folds as his hands spread your thighs.....I continued to rub my cock between the cheeks of your arse.

"Delicious, just as I thought," he announced with a smile.

"Yes, few things are sweeter than a good strawberry pie," I chuckled.

"This one is very sweet indeed," he kept delving into you as my clothed cock was released by the opening of my zipper and dropping of my pants.
 
Peter Masterson

"Oh, sorry, Mistress, just full of my anxiety and insecurity over the....family supper," he said, blushing.

When invited to eat, he said, "Thank You, Mistress. You are very kind to me."

As his appetite returned a little, Peter began to drink the juice and started with the biscuits, which were easier on his stomach, before moving on to the bacon.
 
She shivered and moaned, her head tilting back to rest on his shoulder, the heels of her feet dangling over the arms of their seat. She gasped and ground down on her Daddy's free cock with her sore arse, closing her eyes in pleasure.
 
Simon Masterson

I began dry humping your arse for a bit, while the Yank continued eating your quim and apparently loving every second of it....yet by accident, his tongue made contact with my balls and he actually licked them as well without thinking.

Before I knew it, the Yank was licking back and forth...your cunny and my bollocks....tasting both of us and even a little of my cock, as I slid it into your fanny from underneath. We were having a threesome in full view of the public and everyone was watching in fascination, several blokes eager for a taste of you as well.
 
She moaned and ground down on his cock while her juices flowed into the American's mouth, and she closed her eyes and whimpered in pleasure, biting her lower lip.
 
Simon Masterson

I began actively pumping your fanny while the Yank continued to eat you, even sucking hard on your clit, while my hands fondled your bum.....I knew that you were about to cum, loud and in public.

"Cum for everyone, but especially, Daddy, love," I told you.
 
She whimpered for a couple more minutes before cumming hard, screaming loudly as her pussy clamped around cock and tongue, her body shaking delightfully.
 
Simon Masterson

At that point, I shot my load inside your cunny, filling you up and watching with fascination as the Yank actually began licking it up from your quim. I didn't know that he was into that, but if that was his thing, so be it.

"Remember, when you've finished cleaning up her fanny, you can fuck her mouth," I observed.

"Thank you, yes, I will, sir....sorry, something about her creamy cunt full of your spunk made me want to lick it all up," he grinned.
 
She moaned and looked at her Daddy with hazy eyes, her lips idly brushing against his cheek as her body came down from it's high. "Can I suck him now, Daddy?" she asked.
 
Simon Masterson

"Sure thing, love. Suck his cock and make it nice and hard, make it cum in front of everyone for your Daddy," I encouraged you.

I caressed your shoulders and neck as I anticipated you kneeling to worship his cock....though no doubt, the real object of devotion was mine....he was just a lucky beneficiary.
 
She beamed and kneeled down in front of the Yank. She deftly undid his belt and pants, drawing out his cock. Kissing the head, she took him into her mouth, her eyes wide and innocent as she stared up at him.
 
Simon Masterson

I watched this action with some fascination, while stroking your hair and holding your head in place for the Yank, who now began actively fucking your mouth.

"Your Daddy is a generous man to share his bounty and his daughter with me. I can see that I will have to come back to this race track more often," the Yank smiled as he felt your tongue and lips on his dick.
 
She moaned and shivered as the Yank referred to Daddy as hers, feeling a swell of pleasure within her, and she continued to suck the Yank, moaning softly.
 
Simon Masterson

"Feel free to do so, Governor. Perhaps we might even be in the same stands again," I grinned, "but the terms shall be the same every time."

I began rubbing your shoulders as you sucked his cock, too.
 
She groaned as he began to massage her shoulders, taking the Yankee down deeper into her throat, clinging to his hips.
 
Simon Masterson

Sadly, the Yank couldn't hold back any longer, not with that sweet Irish face looking up at him, and he unloaded a backlogged load of thick, hot cum down your throat, not even warning you first. He looked a bit guilty, but I chuckled and tapped your shoulder.

"Take your snowball from her and I'll let that slide," I grinned.

"Yes, of course!" he agreed eagerly, even as I rubbed your shoulders a little more.

"Give to him, love. Treat him to your snowball."
 
She beamed, having somehow refrained from swallowing all of it. She stood up and kissed him, allowing his cum to trickle into his own mouth, pressing her naked body against his clothed one.
 
Simon Masterson

I then walked over to join the two of you, my mouth and tongue dancing with yours and his....sharing your snowball in a gesture of shared nastiness and kink....why not, right? If you didn't know that I was bi before, you probably did now.
 
She moaned loudly and kissed both Yank and Daddy equally, her body melting in pleasure and warmth and pride.
 
Victoria knew they had a rivalry but noted that Peter felt insecure when it came to his twin. Rather then talk more about it she listened to his voice.

"I want you to eat. I've known too many that were starved by circumstance. Breakfast will be in here unless we've overnight guests. Around one cook lays out leftovers for sandwiches. Dinner varies with guests" Victoria confided.

The phone rang and she answered it quickly. It was another business matter that seemed to becoming a habit. "Frederick, this is the eighth time you've called about the position. I have no need to put in a junior advisor. I want you to stop hounding me right now or find yourself terminated"

Victoria began pacing as the caller spoke on. "Ambrose never mentioned any job shifts. "

"No, I won't take your word on it." Victoria knew the man was trying to bully her. "Goodbye
"

A few minutes later she dialed another number. "Larry Jefferd.... hello Larry... yes... that's good... the reason I'm calling is ... yes he did... just a few... terminated.. no need to explain why.... improper conduct and harassment... thank you."
 
Simon Masterson

"Okay, love, time to head home. Been a pleasure to know you, Governor. What's your name again?" I told both of you, breaking the kiss.

"Clinton," he offered his hand for a shake.

I took it and then grabbed your leash, leading you with me to the applause of the other spectators. Your cunny still had my cum leaking down your thighs.
 
Peter Masterson

"Yes, Mistress, as You wish. I want to please You, after all," Peter agreed, trying to eat more heartily, even despite the nausea that didn't entirely leave. He made a point of eating more of the biscuit to help absorb stomach acids and not consume too much of the coffee.

"What time do You want the invitation delivered? And if my brother is not at home, should I leave it with his staff?" he asked once the phone call was over, not prying in case it was too touchy a topic.
 
She followed her Daddy, his cum trickling between her legs, to the delight of the other spectators. She blushed prettily but she followed him with her head held high and a smile on her lips.
 
Simon Masterson

After pulling my pants and getting back into the car, I chuckled at the realization that my cum was leaking onto the passenger seat along with your own juices....I winked at you as we drove to the next location, a theatre of sorts, the local one.

"Recognise anything, love? Daddy doesn't want to deny the pleasures of the stage entirely, you know," I told you, "follow me inside."

I shut down the motor and opened the door before going around to let you out.
 
She recognized it alright. Her father had taken her to see her first Shakespeare play here, Richard III, when she was a lass. She remembered smelling the whiskey on her father's breath as he told her the story of Richard III, and how this was a mildly inaccurate portrayal; the smell of her father's current lady's perfume, how enthralled with the stage she was at that young of an age. It was one of her few fond memories of her father, and she beamed up at her Daddy. "Yes, I recognize it, Daddy. Father brought me here when I was a lass to see Richard III."
 
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