Black Mistress Senta

I was in the kitchen when the guest arrived. As well as the voice of my Mistress, I heard another that was vaguely familiar.

“Sit down,” Senta said, in her most charming voice. “My slave will bring you a drink.” She shouted to me. “Slave, come here at once!”

Bracing myself, I went through to the lounge. When I saw the figure sitting on the couch, my eyes widened and I gasped in horror. Dawn responded with a smile. The redhead was barely dressed, in a transparent black silk blouse that made little attempt to conceal her naked breasts. Her skirt was a tiny black leather affair, with a hip high slash on the right side. Her right thigh was crossed over the left, leaving a tantalizing expanse of stocking top, garter belt and creamy thigh on display.

“Drinks, slave!” Senta shouted, startling me back to attention. “My usual. And you, Dawn?”

“Vodka and lemon juice,” she replied, regarding me with unconcealed amusement.

I tried to avoid looking at Senta’s friend, as I played waitress for their meal, but it was difficult when she kept flashing her eyes at me, suggestively moistening her cherry red lips and making sure her body was displayed to maximum effect. By the main course, my cock was uncomfortably swollen in my panties. Looking at my wife, in her spike studded pink leather bra and matching skintight trousers, did not help.

Dawn held out her wineglass for a refill. As I was pouring, she reached without warning beneath my apron and grabbed my cock. I was so startled, I knocked the glass from her hand, spilling the contents over the front of her blouse.

“Asshole!” she shrieked. “Look what you’ve done. I’m fucking soaked!”

“I’m so sorry,” I blurted, blushing helplessly.

“Senta, your stupid slave has ruined my blouse!” she shrieked, indignantly.

“Then you must punish him,” Senta answered.

Dawn considered for a minute, then unbuttoned and removed her blouse. Despite my shame, I could not resist feasting my eyes on the twin treasures of her big, bare tits.

“Lick them,” she told me, painfully squeezing my balls in her right fist.

As I lowered my head, I glanced nervously in Senta’s direction.

“Obey Dawn,” she told me.

The redhead kept her viselike grip on my balls, as I lapped the wine from her left globe. Her dark brown nipple was stiff as a little cock and she allowed me to suck on it for a few moments, before slapping me across the face.

After I had licked both breasts clean, Senta ordered me to crawl beneath the table. Her trousers were around her ankles and she had pushed forward on her chair, so that her wet pink slit was perfectly displayed.

“What are you waiting for?” she snarled, wrenching on my hair. “lick my cunt, you useless piece of shit!”

I obeyed with pleasure, delving into her wet, fleshy cauldron, with a tongue trained to satisfy. Her honey flowed even more liberally than usual. She moaned as I feasted on her, pulling my hair, twisting my ears and grinding her pussy against my face.

I felt Dawn’s hands on my ass, tugging my panties down over my hips. A soft hand closed around my boner and I sucked with renewed hunger on Senta’s throbbing clitoris.

By the time she finally pushed me away, my face was saturated in her sticky juices. Had she allowed, I would have gorged between her thighs all night. Dawn’s stroking hand had brought me perilously close to climax.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Senta said, taking her friend’s hand. “I’m going to do some beautiful things with you.”

In the bedroom, Senta stood behind me, resting her crop on my left shoulder. I knelt on the floor, now naked, Dawn towering over me. She unzipped her tight leather skirt and – at her command – I pulled it down over her stockinged legs. The crotch of her tiny black silk panties was molded to the dark mound of her pussy. As I tugged them down with my teeth, I sucked her juices from the fabric. She tasted even better than I had imagined.

The two women laid me out on the bed I had spent a fortnight in exile from. The black satin sheets were a pleasant change from the coarse blanket I had grown used to wrapping myself in at night. Stripped to her stiletto heels, Senta straddled me, gripped my cock in her right fist and guided it up inside her hot fuckhole. As I filled her up, Dawn squatted over my face, spreading her pink petals with her fingers. I plunged my tongue eagerly into the gash that gaped from her forest of dark curls.

While Senta rode my hard-on, I enjoyed a feast of her friend’s wet pussy, my hands blindly groping her huge breasts. Keeping a rein on my pleasure was extremely difficult, despite the training I had received from my wife.

“Don’t cum! You don’t have my permission!” Senta shouted, sensing I was close to losing control.

But she knew it was too late. She continued to ride up and down the length of my spasming pole as I pumped her full of hot cream. Her fingernails raked my thighs, but the pain only added to my pleasure. I was close to suffocation beneath Dawn’s wet, hairy pussy, but coming up to catch my breath was the last thing on my mind.

Of course, I had to be punished for my lack of self-control. While Senta stood on me, sharp heel stabbing agonizingly between my shoulder blades, Dawn thrashed my ass and thighs with a riding whip. When her hand grew tired, they swapped positions. By the time the savage beating was over, my hindquarters were scorched and my cock was hard again.

“Think he’s learnt his lesson?” asked Dawn.

“Only one way to find out,” Senta replied.

She wrapped her thighs around my head, digging her stilettos into my back. As I slid my tongue between the folds of her foaming pussy, Dawn gripped my cock and began masturbating me.

The pair combined in the most exquisite and prolonged torture I had ever experienced. When Senta licked and sucked my cock and balls, while fucking my asshole with two fingers, I came dangerously close to losing control again.

I found myself wondering if Dawn kept a slave, as she shared my wife’s devilish expertise. They fondled, licked, sucked and fucked me, until I was begging for mercy. But Senta answered my pleas with her whip, slashing me so hard in the balls, I screamed like I had been stabbed. She then handcuffed me to the bed, before they both left me writhing and moaning in agony.

Two hours later, they returned. I did not dare ask where they had been or what they had done. Standing over me, Senta ground her right stiletto heel into my chest, while her partner in crime went to work on my cock with her mouth. As soon as she had coaxed it back to full stiffness, she squashed it between her breasts. She massaged me with her tits, while I watched Senta fuck herself with two fingers, directly above my face.

“No need to hold back this time, slave,” she said.

Those were the most welcome words I had heard all night. In a shamefully short time, I was disgorging the heavy load in my balls, spurting semen over Dawn’s face, neck and breasts. She caught some on her tongue and swallowed it. After wiping my cock with her nipples, she directed me to lick her clean. Like a hungry cat, I lapped my cream from her tits, working my way slowly up to her face.

It was only after her friend had left that Senta told me the truth. She and Dawn were lovers, as well as close friends. Dawn’s provocative behavior at the party had been pre-planned, when Senta had told her she wanted to share me. She had never considered consulting me. After all, I was nothing but a slave, who had no rights.

Mistress Senta taps me on the shoulder with her whip, signaling an end to my story. She is pleased with what I have written and will reward me as promised. Tomorrow night, bound and gagged, I will watch my Mistress and her lover play together.