Becca and Greg at 314 Harper's Cove
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And that’s when I lose it. Completely. I’m a sniveling, sniffling, runny-eyed mess. And Greg starts to laugh at me, then pulls me close and kisses my temple.
When they make it to the table, we’re laughing and crying and hugging and kissing. Then Austin surprises both of us by pulling Dawn to him and kissing her, a forever kiss that makes me swoon.
“I hope we’ll all still get together from time to time,” Greg says to Austin, who takes his hand and shakes it heartily. “We’ve enjoyed having Dawn in our household. We’ll both miss her.”
“You don’t have to miss her,” Austin laughs. “Let’s get together and play. Hell, I’d love to play with Becca!” My heart skips a few beats when he says that. He’s so adorable. Dawn is a lucky girl. Tomorrow they’ll come and pick up her things, but tonight Austin will take her home with him and begin her training as his slave. I’ll miss her, but I’m happy for her.
“Almost done.” He works for a few more minutes, then steps back to admire his handiwork. “Beautiful! You two are quite the pair.”
Master Austin is showing My Master the finer points of rope bindings. He doesn’t do any of that fancy Chinese or Japanese stuff, just makes intricate patterns of his own choosing. This time, he’s bound Dawn and me identically. As we sit there side by side, kneeling on the bed, we can’t help but grin at each other. I look down; he’s bound our chests in a particularly intricate way, and my tits are turning an alluring shade of blue, Dawn’s too.
“Now they need my touch,” My Master says. He comes back with two pairs of nipple clamps, beautiful jewels hanging from them, and clamps a set on each of us. The pain is excruciating, both from the bindings and the clamps, and I’m so wet and ready that I’m squirming.
“Watch this,” Master Austin says. He picks me ups and lays me down on the bed with my head near the headboard. Then he takes my arms and pulls them up. As he does, my legs rise also with the attached bindings, and by the time he’s got my hands against the headboard and has cuffed them there, my legs are butterflied out and wide open. He grins. “Ah, wanting a fucking, are you? You’re nice and wet, little one.” He slips two fingers into my pussy and I moan. I watch as My Master mimics the action with Dawn, and soon he’s got two fingers in her.
We’re lying there side by side, being penetrated by each other’s masters, and we can’t help but grin. In less than a minute, My Master is fucking Dawn and Master Austin is fucking me. The sounds of our ecstatic misery fill the house, our breasts aching, nipples shrieking, and cunts wide open and loving the pounding they’re taking.
Then, of course, they have to have a competition: Who can make their slave wait the longest to come. Master Austin starts to seriously stroke my clit, all the while saying, “No coming until I give you permission.” I can hear My Master saying something similar to Dawn. We’re both begging and pleading and suffering and crying out. It goes on forever until I hear My Master’s voice say, “Slave, come when you’re ready.” Problem for Master Austin is, that’s My Master’s voice, and my pussy responds accordingly.
“Hey! You made me lose!” he yells and laughs.
“What can I say?” My Master laughs back. “Well-trained slave!”
“We’ve obviously got to work on that, Precious,” Master Austin says to Dawn. Precious―that’s the name he’s given her. I love hearing him call her that. Every time he does, her face lights up. It’s so sweet.
“Yes, Master. My body desires to be under your complete control.” She smiles over at him as My Master begins fucking her again, and I feel Master Austin’s dick pierce me and start its rhythmic stroking deep inside me. And I can barely wait to feel his warmth and wetness bathe the inside of my sheath. The only thing better is if the cum belongs to My Master.
13
Gloria
That woman is gone. I don’t know where she went. She was there one day and gone the next.
When I ask Becca, she says, “Oh, she got better and went back to her home. She still comes to visit sometimes, though. And she has a new boyfriend. He’s really nice. We like him a lot.”
“That’s nice! Maybe I can meet him sometime,” I say, but she’s already through the door.
They don’t know it, but I know what they’re doing. I was walking past there the other night and heard all this noise coming from their house, so I walked over and listened. It was two women’s voices, and they were talking all kinds of sex stuff, yelling and moaning, and then two men’s voices. I think they’re a couple of pairs of perverts, that’s what I think.
“Russell,” I said, “the Hendersons are a couple of perverts. Did you know there were four of them in there the other night having relations with each other? A regular orgy.”
“Hmmm,” he said, never really looking up. “I thought according to you that was the Reynolds over there having the orgies. Now there are two households having orgies? Really, Gloria, can you hear yourself? Don’t you think that’s just a wee bit ridiculous?”
“No, it’s not! I heard them. You didn’t!” I shriek at him.
“Yeah, and you saw some woman’s pussy shining in a window too, according to you.”
“Oh my gosh, Russell! Don’t use that kind of language! You’re no better than them.”
“Great.” He made a face at me. “I guess now you’ll be spying on me too.”
He doesn’t believe me. He never has. But that’s okay. I know the Millicans down the street are good people. But I don’t know about those McAllisters, Gabhain and Siobh́an. They seem a little odd to me. They may be perfectly all right. I don’t know. But with some of the weirdos we’ve already got living in this neighborhood, one can’t be too careful.
My nerves are shot. I think I’ll go have some diet soda with a little bit of that Wild Turkey in it. Couldn’t hurt.
Thank you for reading Becca and Greg, I hope you enjoyed their story. Follow along as Gloria does her best to find out what all of the neighbors are up to.
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