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Chapter 324: Extreme Squirt Slavery Pt. 02 by TattaattaT



"Well, what do you think, my gorgeous, tall, strong man slave?" asked Samantha .

She was standing there, wearing black lingerie, looking down at Frank, who was sitting on the floor looking up at her.

"I don't really have a choice, Mistress, but, if you really want my honest opinion-"

"I do!" Samantha said, cutting him off.

"I am open to the idea of bringing in another woman," said Frank.

"Another slave, who is a woman," corrected Samantha .

"My mistake, Mistress. So, who is it?"

"Ashlyn."

"The CEO of the company?!" asked Frank in astonishment.

Samantha smiled mischievously and said, "Desire knows no station in life, no class. Just because she is a few steps above me in the corporate ladder doesn't mean she doesn't thirst to be dominated by me, too."

Frank frowned thoughtfully and nodded. Then he said, "So, how will this change our dynamic?"

"Well, the rule we had before will be gone. You will be allowed to drink whatever you want from now on. Other than that, so long as you are ready to drink me whenever I demand, all is well, and you won't be punished," said Samantha , arching her eyebrows.

The doorbell sounded, and Samantha said, "Well, don't keep her waiting, slave! Get the door!"

Frank walked over to the door and opened it. There stood a woman he'd feared for years. Frank had been mid management in the company, and his immediate superior had been Samantha . Ashlyn was Samantha 's boss, and the head of the company.

"Hi Frank," said Ashlyn.

"Hi Ashlyn, please come in," replied Frank, waving his hand toward the foyer.

Ashlyn walked in and set her bag down.

"Frank, bring her in here," commanded Samantha from the next room.

"She's just through there, I'll follow with your bag," said Frank.

They began to walk, and Frank visually took her in from behind. She was Indian, too, just like Samantha . She had wide hips, a plump round ass, and long silky black hair that danced in the light as she walked. It shimmered beautifully. Frank wondered how she took such care to make it look so amazing. She had stunning brown eyes that sparkled brightly in the light, and small, but perky breasts. She was forty years old, making it even more wild that she was submitting to sexual slavery under another woman who was ten years younger than her, and her subordinate professionally.

They entered the sitting room where Samantha was waiting in a leather wingback chair. "Get on your knees in front of me, slave," said Samantha .

Ashlyn blushed, and looked excited, but also quite anxious. She walked over to Samantha and knelt in front of her.

"Open that mouth. That mouth that I've wanted to abuse for so fucking long. You've reprimanded me, and otherwise made my life difficult so many times, and now it's time to fill it up so you can't even talk until you swallow me," said Samantha .

Ashlyn looked disturbed, and said, "Mistress I thought-"

"I don't care what you thought! You are my slave! Now, open your fucking mouth!" demanded Samantha as she pulled off her thong.

Ashlyn's eyes widened, but she kept her mouth firmly shut.

"Frank, make her obey," said Samantha .

Frank grabbed Ashlyn by the hair and pushed her head forward, toward Samantha 's waiting pussy.

"There, now just submit and drink me, Ashlyn, and things will go easier for you from here on out. Open your mouth!" said Samantha , but Ashlyn kept her lips shut in defiance. "Frank, open her mouth," said Samantha .

Frank grabbed Ashlyn's jaw and squeezed her lips open. He felt a slight bit of satisfaction, after having been a wage slave to this woman for five years, to be able to dominate her like this.

"Yes my slave," said Samantha . "Okay, I'm going to empty my bladder into your mouth, now, and you're going to drink every last drop. Do you understand?"

"No! Never! This isn't what I wanted!" whined Ashlyn as she fought against Frank, but was unable to free her head from his grip.

Samantha smiled to herself, amused that Ashlyn truly didn't seem comfortable with drinking her, but also wasn't saying the safe word they'd agreed upon, which was the same as her and Frank had; samyukta.

"I don't care what you want. Frank, tell her what your punishment was for refusing to drink me," said Samantha as she moved her hips forward, and her pussy closer to Ashlyn's mouth, threatening her further.

"You chained me to the floor and forced me to lick your asshole, Mistress," answered Frank.

"Exactly, and what did I say would happen if you disobeyed me again?" asked Samantha .

"You would lube up your asshole and force me to actually put my tongue deep inside of it," answered Frank.

"See, Ashlyn, I am not here to play games. Either you obey, or you will fucking suffer! Now drink me!" barked Samantha . Ashlyn looked at her, glaring and defiant. "Well, you have no choice, so, get ready. I'm letting my bladder relax, and my pussy is going to start gushing. Oh fuck, here it comes! It's coming out! Frank, hold her so it goes in her mouth!"

The stream started to shoot out of Samantha 's pussy and all over Ashlyn's face for a moment. Frank adjusted his grip until Ashlyn's mouth was being filled with Samantha 's squirt. Ashlyn let the squirt overflow and pour out of her mouth. The clear liquid streamed down her chin, neck, and onto her breasts. Droplets dripped off of her nipples and onto the floor, as the rest streamed down, onto her stomach.

Samantha stopped squirting, and yelled, "I said fucking swallow it!"

"Fuck you!" shouted Ashlyn.

"This just won't do!" said Samantha . "Frank, hold her nose, and I'm going to piss into her mouth in spurts. If she wants to breathe, she's going to have to swallow me."

Frank obliged and pinched Ashlyn's nose shut, and tilted her head back slightly. Samantha sprayed into her mouth again, filling it completely, and then stopped. Ashlyn held on for some time, mouth full of squirt, and unable to breathe. At last, though, she swallowed, and then took a deep breath.

"Now, are you going to drink me of your own free will?" asked Samantha .

"Never! This is disgusting!" shouted Ashlyn.

Samantha shifted herself and got to her knees. "Okay, then lay on the couch on your back, and we'll do this the hard way."

Ashlyn climbed onto the couch, much to the amusement of both Ashlyn and Frank, because she still wasn't using the safe word, yet seemed truly displeased with the situation!

Samantha moved over to the couch, straddled Ashlyn's face and put her pussy in Ashlyn's mouth.

"Okay, Frank, undress Ashlyn, and then spit on her asshole, and finger it to get it ready," said Samantha . Then she smiled at Ashlyn, who looked worried.

Frank took off all of Ashlyn's clothes, and watched as her nipples became hard on her small breasts. Frank noticed her skin breaking out in goosebumps on her stomach as he parted her legs, spread her ass cheeks, and spat onto her asshole. He then put his index finger inside of her ass, and waited for Samantha 's next order.

"Okay, Frank, pull your finger out, and place the tip of your dick into Ashlyn's asshole," commanded Samantha , calmly, as she sat on Ashlyn's face.

Frank put his hard cock against Ashlyn's asshole and put just enough pressure against it to push just the tip inside of her.

"Good. See, Ashlyn, Frank is an excellent slave because he truly loves me and wants to serve me! He learned that I will punish him to motivate him to do what he truly wants - which is to be my sex slave - if he disobeys me. You will do well to learn the same. I know what you really want, and I will motivate you to do exactly that! I will mold you into what you truly want to be!"

Ashlyn mumbled something, and began to speak, but Samantha put more weight onto her mouth and began to grind her pussy side to side on Ashlyn's lips, drowning out her speech.

"No, no, honey. I don't want to hear you talk right now. Just open up and get ready to drink me. Every time I see any of my squirt spill out of your mouth, I'll tell Frank to push his dick further into your ass. And, darling, his dick is too big to feel very good inside of your ass. It will probably be a little uncomfortable," said Samantha .

Ashlyn kept her mouth shut, so Samantha continued, "Frank, a little more." Frank pushed his dick slightly further into Ashlyn, who moaned into Samantha 's pussy. "He's too big for that ass, isn't he? Now, open your mouth and he'll stop and pull back until it's just the tip again."

Ashlyn finally opened her mouth. Samantha pressed her pussy into Ashlyn's mouth, and continued, "Good! Now my pussy is firmly in your mouth, and you're ready to drink me." Samantha grinded her pussy between Ashlyn's lips to accentuate the point, and then continued, "Oh, CEO, high and mighty boss who has made my life miserable at work so many times, I'm going to start peeing, and you're going to drink my fucking piss from directly inside of my body!" Samantha finished talking, closed her eyes, and relaxed her body. Then she let her bladder release, and started to pour into Ashlyn's mouth.

Frank waited, dick throbbing, rock hard, but with just the very head of it inside of Ashlyn. He watched Ashlyn's throat work, swallowing the first mouthful, but then the squirt started to overflow.

Samantha stopped emptying herself, and said, "You fucking bitch! You're not swallowing! Frank, just start fucking her ass until she agrees to drink me!"

Frank thrust into Ashlyn, watching his dick disappear into her asshole, and waited.

"Start to masturbate, Ashlyn, I want you to come while he fucks your ass," commanded Samantha .

Ashlyn reached a hand down and started to rub her own clit. Her moans could be heard, but were muffled by Samantha 's pussy in her mouth.

"Okay, now that you've tested my patience so much, you have to come, and also drink me dry before I will allow Frank to stop fucking your ass!" said Samantha .

Ashlyn made a muffled sound of agreement, and Samantha started to empty her bladder into Ashlyn's mouth again, while Frank began to fuck her ass. Ashlyn started to swallow as she rubbed her own clit.

Samantha moaned in pleasure, and said, "Good, now fucking come, slave!"

Ashlyn worked her clit harder and faster as she drank Samantha in great gulps.

"And don't try to fake coming, Ashlyn! Frank, put your fingers inside of her so you can feel if she comes." said Samantha .

Frank put two fingers inside of Ashlyn's pussy as he continued fucking her in the ass. Ashlyn began to moan loudly, and her pussy tightly squeezed Franks fingers as she came. A trickle of white female ejaculate dripped out of her, and onto his fingers. Frank was disappointed that his dick wasn't inside of her pussy to feel this glorious moment.

"Oooh! She came, okay, I'm almost done using her mouth as a fucking toilet, so pull out of her and come into her mouth, Frank," said Samantha .

Frank pumped one last time and then, just as Samantha was raising herself up, and the last drops were coming out of her and into Ashlyn's mouth, Frank pulled his dick out and jerked off into it.

"Ashlyn, this is what happens when you disobey me!" said Samantha as she moved back slightly, giving Frank room to abuse Ashlyn.

Ashlyn grimaced as Frank came into her mouth. When Frank finished, Samantha held Ashlyn's nose, and put a hand over her mouth.

"Swallow it," instructed Samantha .

Ashlyn swallowed Franks load.

"Okay, now, you're free to go and think about whether or not you want to obey next time, and just drink my piss, or if you want all this ass play again, or something worse even. Keep in mind, I forced Frank to drink NOTHING but my bodily fluid for over a week!" said Samantha as she moved to straddle Ashlyn's face, and released a final spurt of her juices all over it.

"You people are sick!" Ashlyn shouted as she stood up and grabbed her clothing and bag.

"Yeah," began Samantha , "But you now have to always know that I sat on your face and pissed into your mouth, and you drank it. You drank my fucking urine. You'll remember this any time you think you can cause me problems at work!"

Ashlyn stormed out of the room, and Samantha shouted after her, "And you didn't say the safe word you stupid bitch! You loved the whole fucking thing! Now live with that!"

Samantha looked at Frank sternly, and said, "What are you looking at? Go shower, slave, and I'll see you later."

Chapter 2

Frank left the room and walked to the bathroom. Once he opened the door, he realized Ashlyn was inside. She glared at him.

"Hey, there's no reason to play this game like you hate us. You can leave at any time. And sorry if that was uncomfortable, I just do what she says. I don't actually even like anal, it grosses me out," said Frank.

"I know, but I just want to be able to experience the parts of this I actually desire! And I don't at all feel good about drinking Samantha 's piss!" she turned around and faced the mirror, looking at Frank over her shoulder. "She made me do that because I'm her boss, and she wanted to humiliate me, right? But she made you drink her piss, too? Is that just something she likes? I don't think I can handle drinking Mistress's piss and nothing else for a week! How did you handle it?"

Frank leaned against the wall and crinkled his brow as he looked Ashlyn up and down, her smooth, brown body shining with sweat and Samantha 's squirt.

"She never pissed in my mouth," said Frank. Ashlyn looked confused. Frank shook his head and continued, "Well, not technically."

"What do you mean?" asked Ashlyn, spinning around to face him, and leaning on the sink.

"Well, it's a bit odd to describe, but essentially some women are squirters. Their bladders fill up with almost entirely water, instead of normal urine, when they become aroused. Samantha would masturbate a lot or otherwise stay turned on most of the day to keep her bladder full of squirt, and then would empty it into my mouth regularly. I thought it was fucked up at first, but then I read a medical study that demonstrated that the urine chemicals in squirt are reduced massively to the point that it's not really anything like urine any longer."

Ashlyn crossed her arms over her chest, twisted her mouth up, and looked at Frank incredulously. "Sounds like she pissed in your mouth a fucking lot, and you're just coping and hiding from reality!"

Frank laughed and shook his head but didn't answer. He was about to walk over and get in the shower, but as he leaned forward to move away, Ashlyn stopped him with a hand.

"Wait, are you being serious? I mean, it still tasted like piss, right?" she asked, looking intrigued now.

"Not at all. Frequently it tastes like spring water, maybe with some vague background notes, and the flavor of Samantha 's pussy, but pretty much just like water. Sometimes her squirt has a sour tang to it, or other hints of flavor, but, again, nothing whatsoever like urine, and never unpleasant to drink," explained Frank.

Ashlyn dropped her hand, and tilted her head in confusion. "What about the smell? Surely it has the distinct smell of, well, piss?"

Frank smiled and shook his head. "No, Ashlyn, I thought the same thing, but, not at all. I even have smelled a towel that was soaked in her squirt, because I was in just as much disbelief as you are. Guess what I smelled?" Ashlyn shrugged, and Frank went on, "Laundry detergent! That's it. Her squirt has no scent, it's clear, and has either no flavor, or tastes like vague sour, sweet, or other barely noticeable flavors. Every now and then there's a faint musky scent, which is really sexy, though. But it doesn't smell like piss at all!"

"This is crazy. Are you crazy?" asked Ashlyn. She thought for a second, and then continued, "Wait, the piss I drank from her had almost no taste. So, maybe you were just drinking watered down piss? Does she drink a lot of water?"

Frank laughed again and held up his hands in front of him with his palms up. "Ashlyn, I think she just squirted for you. That probably wasn't piss. And you don't smell like piss, even though it poured all down your body when you refused to swallow. Also, yeah, she drinks a lot of water so she can stay hydrated despite squirting a lot, but no amount of water can make urine that's as pure and clean tasting as true squirt. Drinking too much water will kill a person, so it's impossible to fake squirt that's identical to the real thing just by hydrating an insane amount. Regardless, the squirting process always reduces the chemicals further than urine, no matter how hydrated it is. Urine builds up slowly, over hours, and squirt is made in minutes. It's truly a different liquid produced by a different process, depite sharing some things in common on an overly technical level," he concluded.

"Why did she say she was making me drink her piss, then? And she didn't come, which women do when they squirt! So she was peeing in my mouth! Right?!" demanded Ashlyn, frustrated, and furrowing her brow.

"I think she was just having fun with you. She probably knew you don't know these things, so she let you think it was pee. She always goes to the bathroom before becoming aroused and filling with squirt. This makes sure her bladder is full of squirt, and never pee, whenever she demands to be drank," explained Frank.

"But, if she just lets it out, that's pee!" said Ashlyn in disbelief.

"No, so long as she is turned on, her bladder will fill with squirt. So, it doesn't matter if it comes out along with an orgasm, or if she just empties her bladder into your mouth, it's the exact same fluid," said Frank.

Ashlyn smiled, despite herself, and looked away in awe and disbelief. Frank chuckled as he walked past her, and got into the shower.

Chapter 3

A few days went by, each punctuated by Samantha demanding Ashlyn drink her, and the latter refusing. This was followed by various punishments and Ashlyn reluctantly relenting and finally allowing Samantha 's hot juices to flow past her lips, and into her mouth to swallow.

Frank tried to talk to Ashlyn when they were alone, to convince her to just give in, but she wouldn't listen.

One day, Samantha summoned both slaves into her bedroom. As they sat on the floor, Samantha stood over them, completely dressed for once.

"Frank, I have decided on a new arrangement. You're not going to like it," said Samantha .

Frank and Ashlyn both looked at each other, confused. Frank was the obedient one, why was it sounding like he was going to be punished?

"Ashlyn now outranks you, Frank. She is my slave, and you are hers. The only time you are allowed to do anything other than what she commands is when you are ordered to do something by me. Obviously, you're both still my slaves, so that's only natural; you both do whatever I say whenever I'm giving the orders," said Samantha with a cold finality.

"Mistress, I don't understand, why-" began Frank, but Samantha silenced him by holding up a hand.

"Now, Frank, lay on the floor. Ashlyn, take off your clothes, and masturbate."

Ashlyn obeyed, and knelt there, masturbating above Frank for a few minutes.

"Now, sit on Franks face," ordered Samantha .

Ashlyn straddled Frank's face and lowered herself onto it. Samantha pulled her skirt up, moved her thong to the side, pressed her pussy against Ashlyn's mouth and ordered her to lick it. They remained like this for a half an hour; Frank tonguing Ashlyn's cunt, while Ashlyn licked Samantha 's. Both women came several times. Frank enjoyed Ashlyn's sweet and sour female ejaculate as it dripped thickly into his mouth and he watched her wide hips and round ass above his head. He pushed his tongue deep inside of her to feel her cunt rhythmically pulse and press against it as she came.

Eventually, Samantha said, "Frank, open your mouth wide, and Ashlyn, empty your bladder into his mouth."

Ashlyn looked uncomfortable, and gave Samantha a pleading look. She realized her bladder was extremely full, and she desired release, but was disturbed at the prospect. "Mistress, please! I don't want to pee in his mouth!" she said.

"Ashlyn, if you disobey me I will evict you from this home! Now, piss into Frank's mouth! Completely empty yourself!"

Ashlyn took a deep breath and let it out, and then looked down at Frank. "I'm sorry," she said, and then started urinating into his mouth. She saw that he was swallowing her, and she said, "You don't have to drink it!"

"Oh yes he fucking does!" shouted Samantha . "Frank, drink every drop of Ashlyn's piss!"

The room was silent then, except for the sound of Ashlyn's stream pouring into Frank's mouth, and the sound of him swallowing her in gulps every time his mouth became full. It was so quiet that the difference in volume could be heard between when his mouth was slightly full, and when it was nearly overflowing, by the sound the liquid made as it filled his mouth again and again.

Ashlyn felt terribly guilty as she understood that she was extremely full of pee, and it just kept coming out as Frank chugged her down like water. At last, she finished, accidentally moving slightly at the end, and splattering his face with a final spray. Then she waited for the Mistress to tell her what to do.

"Well, Frank, what's the verdict?" asked Samantha .

"She's a squirter!" said Frank, happily, smiling under Ashlyn's perfect ass.

Ashlyn looked confused.

"I had a hunch that you could squirt, too, but that you probably always hold it in during sex due to being afraid it would be pee. When you orgasm, you move in a certain way that telegraphs this to me. So, I waited and watched until you had gone to the bathroom to make sure your bladder was empty, and then summoned you, and got you extremely turned on right after. What you drained into Frank's mouth was squirt, not pee," said Samantha . "Now, kiss Frank. Put your tongue in his mouth."

Ashlyn lifted herself to allow Frank to get to his knees. She moved in slowly, apprehensively, and kissed him. As she did, she took in a breath through her nose, and smelled nothing, even though she had splattered onto his face. She then opened her mouth, and put her tongue into his mouth, and then sat back, looking at Samantha .

"I'm right, aren't I?" asked Samantha .

"Yes, Mistress. It's not my pee. I'm a squirter!" said Ashlyn excitedly. "How did I get to be forty years old and not know this?"

All three of them laughed, and then Samantha said, "You never had a good teacher before! But I'm here now, and your new sexual adventure begins now."

Chapter 4

That night, Frank fell asleep in his room that he shared with Ashlyn. They had separate beds, and she lay awake in hers, wondering at the days events, and how bizarre her life had become. As memories fluttered in front of her mind's eye, flashes of the Mistresses pussy rubbing against her yearning mouth appeared. The taste of Mistresses pussy, and her female ejaculate, floated by in her stream of consciousness, too, lingering, like a raft caught in an eddy, for more than a little while.

Ashlyn noticed she was starting to become extremely aroused. She tried to shake off the thoughts and go to sleep. Yet, instead, the image of Samantha 's pubes, white and black due to the female lubricants dripping out of Samantha , came into her mind. Ashlyn started to finger herself, and then to rub her clit. The memory of how it felt to be sitting on Frank's mouth floated into her mind, and she rubbed herself faster. Then stopped.

NO! She thought. I'm not doing this! Her eyes shot open, and she saw Frank lying there across from her. She gave in, and started to rub her clit again as she watched his muscular, sexy form. She felt the familiar pressure build up inside of her, understanding, now, that this is why she always had to run to the bathroom after sex! The thought thrilled her: her bladder was absolutely full of hot feminine juices, even though it was completely empty when she had laid down for the evening, only shortly before.

She stopped masturbating again, and resolved to get up and go to the bathroom, and go to bed. But, as she sat up, and the weight of her body shifting increased the pressure on her bladder, making her extremely aware of how full it was, she wondered what it must feel like to experience the bliss of releasing her nectar at the exact same time as she felt the total release of orgasm. She couldn't imagine a more perfect yoking of feelings.

Again, though, she thought, no. She sat on the side of the bed, facing the door. She reasoned that if she let it out, she would made a huge mess in her bed. Surely, then, she should just go to the bathroom. As she thought this, though, she unconsciously looked over her shoulder, back at Frank.

All of her thoughts dropped away. She stood up, pulled her panties down and let them fall to the floor as she stepped out of them and started walking. A few paces and she was at the bedside. A lean forward and her right knee was on the pillow, and a push from her left leg and letting her weight fall to the left and now she was kneeling on the pillow. She rubbed her clit for only a moment before the pressure became to be too much, and she started to empty her bladder.

Her fluid poured onto Frank's face, waking him up. He looked surprised, but quickly opened his mouth, allowing her stream to pour in, and started drinking her.

Ashlyn still wanted to come, but couldn't stop squirting, so she started rubbing her clit as she drained herself. The motion caused her squirt to splatter all over Frank's face, but she also started to feel a wave of pleasure build up. She started to orgasm! She didn't want to lessen its power, so she kept rubbing her clit as she came. Her fluid continuously rained all over Frank.

At last, she stopped orgasming, and her stream stopped, too. She stood up and looked down at Frank awkwardly, not knowing what to say. She decided to talk with her body, and reached down and stroked Frank's dick. He came, and she watched the white goop drip down her fingers. On an impulse, she licked them clean, and sucked the remaining come off of his dick. She looked back when she was finished, and saw Frank lying there, looking satisfied.

She stood up again, and walked back to her bed. As the crazy ecstasy wore off, and she started thinking normally again, she noticed that Frank's pillow was soaked in her fluid.

"I'm sorry, Frank! Take mine!" she said, and brough him her pillow.

He took it, smiled, and laid down, closing his eyes. She took his pillow and tossed it into the laundry hamper which was serviced by paid house staff. She then got back into her bed, balled up a small blanket, and used it as a pillow. She closed her eyes. Something was thorning her, though. Her bladder was still completely full! It dawned on her that her muscles contracting during orgasm had cut off her stream, so she hadn't fully emptied herself.

Annoyed, she realized she would have to get up and walk all the way to the bathroom down the hall. She got up to a sitting position on the side of her bed. Again, though, she unconsciously looked back toward Frank. A thrill rushed through her, washing away all thoughts again, and she stood up and walked over to him. She straddled his face again, and pressed her pussy against his mouth. He was only half asleep, and woke up, and opened his mouth just as she started to empty herself.

She looked down at him, and unconsciously made eye contact as her stream quickened to full strength, watching him as he drank all of her fluids from deep inside of her body. After a moment, though, she felt awkward, and forced herself to look away, and close her eyes. She poured for him for a long time, and then, with a short quiver of bliss, she shook her hips, and stood up. She smiled at him, not knowing what to do or say. She noticed he was extremely hard again, and she wanted to repay the favor of the joy he was giving her, so she straddled his hips, and grabbed his dick, and pushed it into her pussy.

Ashlyn rode Frank, then, watching his face and his broad shoulders and chest, and his strong arms. His alluring masculine form turned her on a huge amount, and she surprised herself with another orgasm, as her pussy gripped Franks dick, and coated it with her feminine lubricants and come. She felt the pressure of squirt inside of her, as she kept bouncing up and down, forcing his dick deeper and deeper inside of her pussy with each downward motion. She didn't want to make a mess by squirting onto his dick, though, so she just kept riding him.

They had sex like this for some time, and Ashlyn became more and more aroused. At last, her pleasure became too great, and her desire cleared her mind again, and she orgasmed, and squirted onto Frank's dick. She raised herself up then, and let his dick fall out of her, dripping wet with her squirt. She moved up to his face, and sat on his mouth, and started to release her bladder into it. She surprised herself at how much was inside of her as he drank her down. She felt the urge, and started rubbing her clit until she came, splattering her squirt all over Frank's face, again.

Not wanting to go back to bed, only to realize she'd cut her stream off early again, Ashlyn was in a dilemma. She felt guilty for using Frank like this, but didn't want to deal with having to get up again.

Ashlyn pondered to herself. He is my slave, right? Why do I feel so guilty?

And, with that, she resolved to simply use him as if he were an inanimate object. So, she sat on his face, and waited until her muscles relaxed, and she felt herself able to start to empty the rest of her bladder into his mouth. She grabbed him by the hair, this time, as she pressed her pussy against his lips. She made eye contact with him, and, this time, held it the entire time she drained herself into his mouth, as she listened to her stream splattering over his tongue, and the sound of his throat working every time he swallowed another mouthful.

She finished with his mouth, stood up, and went back to bed. Without a single thought, and without any concern or feelings of awkwardness, she laid down, let the euphoria wash over her, and fell into the blissful oblivion of sleep.

Something was changing about Ashlyn.

Chapter 5

The next day, Frank enjoyed the amenities of the mansion for the morning, as Samantha and Ashlyn weren't home. He worked out, read part of a novel, and sat in the atrium, meditating amongst the beautiful plants, as birds flew around in the small trees.

Later in the day, after both women returned, he and Ashlyn were ordered to fuck while Samantha watched, standing over them with a foot on either side of their prone bodies. Ashlyn laid on a bed, while Frank mounted her missionary style, and rammed in and out of her. Just as she began to come and to gush onto his dick, Samantha masturbated to climax, and let her stream wash over Ashlyn's face and body. Ashlyn closed her eyes, and massaged her own breasts, lost in pure ecstasy, her hands sliding over them smoothly as they were lubricated by Samantha 's squirt.

The next day, Samantha summoned them and told Frank to masturbate while Ashlyn watched, lying on the couch in the sitting room. Samantha mounted her face, and laid down on her body and began licking her clit. Ashlyn moaned and whined in pleasure as Samantha expertly teased and licked at her dripping wet pussy. Finally, Frank was about to come.

"In her mouth, right when she comes!" said Samantha , who then went back to licking Ashlyn.

Frank walked over and jerked off above Ashlyn's mouth. Ashlyn yelped loudly, and began to gush into Samantha 's mouth, just as Frank started to shoot his come into Ashlyn's. Frank pulled back, having finished, as Ashlyn swallowed him.

"I know your muscles usually make your squirt stop, Ashlyn, and you have more you want to let out. I will allow you to release the rest into my mouth. Just relax," said Samantha .

Ashlyn took a deep breath and let it out, smiling, and then started to gush again. Samantha sealed her lips around Ashlyn's pussy, and licked her clit sharply as she collected her stream, as well. Just as Ashlyn opened her mouth to moan loudly, Samantha released a short stream from her bladder, directly into Ashlyn's mouth. Ashlyn swallowed it, almost unconsciously, and continued to moan, as she came, yet again.

Similar things happened over the next few days. One thing was annoying Frank, though: each night Ashlyn was becoming horny before bed, and would wake him up and sit on his face, coming, and squirting.

After several days of this, Frank woke up tired. He had had to change his sheets and shower after Ashlyn had drenched him the night before, and he was annoyed at this. He ate his breakfast alone. He half expected Samantha to show up and take his drink away when he sipped at a glass of water, but then laughed at himself when that didn't happen. She had said that rule was over, he reminded himself.

After breakfast, Samantha summoned he and Ashlyn, and told them they were going to a museum. Frank and Ashlyn got into the back seat, and Samantha drove. Once they were on the highway, he noticed Ashlyn giving him sidelong glances. Then she started to rub his dick through his pants, and to rub her own pussy through her black lace panties, after pulling up her skirt. Time passed as she kept at this, and then she said,

"I need to squirt, slave, so lean over here and suck my juices out of my pussy."

Frank was annoyed with her over the previous nights demands interfering with his sleep, so he said, "Get fucked."

Ashlyn lunged at him. As she did so she pulled her panties to the side, exposing her fur rimmed cunt, and pushed him back onto the seat exactly as she pulled the lever to recline it. Then she straddled his face. Frank thought about pushing her off, but knew very well that using his strength against either of these women would get him evicted from Samantha 's sex slavery mansion. So, he just twisted and pulled in every direction that got his head away from her pussy. She rubbed her clit, and then started to squirt. The first burst hit his face, but he was able to grab her by the hips and hold her so that the rest went behind him, into the rear of the vehicle.

Ashlyn grabbed his hair and pulled him toward her pussy. Just a small amount of her squirt went into his mouth, but then she was drained and had no more. She dismounted from Frank's face and sat on the seat again looking sullen. Frank noticed Samantha watching from the rearview mirror with a mischievous smirk on her lips. At last, Samantha pulled into a parking garage near the museum and stopped the car in a space.

"Frank, I saw you disobey Ashlyn. You know she outranks you, so, it's time for punishment," said Samantha .

Frank said, "Mistress, she-"

Ashlyn cut him off, "You are my slave, Frank! Samantha is right, you need to be punished! Now, lay down and wait for us to decide what to do!"

Frank defiantly glared at her and didn't move.

"Seriously, lay down, now! If you don't you're done, and you'll never see either of us again!" barked Samantha .

Frank laid down, finally, across the back seat of the car. While he lay there, he saw Samantha and Ashlyn whispering to each other. Then, Samantha walked around to the trunk, and came back carrying something red. Ashlyn laid down across the front seats, and took off her panties. Samantha put the funnel into Ashlyn's cunt, and spat into it. Then Samantha moved up and opened her mouth in front of Ashlyn's mouth, and Ashlyn spit into Samantha 's mouth. Samantha looked back at Frank and smiled, arching her eyebrows, before spitting the combined spit into the funnel. They took turns spitting into the funnel for some time. Finally, Ashlyn crawled over the seats, and straddled Frank's face.

"Drink our spit from inside of Ashlyn, and we will forgive you for disobeying us," said Samantha .

The spit began to drool out of her pussy lips. Frank hesitantly opened his mouth, and let it drip onto his tongue. Ashlyn started rubbing her clit, her body beginning to convulse in ecstasy as she watched Frank drinking the mess dripping out of her body. Samantha opened the door and maneuvered herself over his face, too, and began kissing Ashlyn. The spit stream got stronger as Ashlyn's arousal intensified. Samantha licked Ashlyn's breasts, just as Ashlyn began to rub Samantha 's pussy. At last, Ashlyn orgasmed, and the spit stream poured out of her. Frank was excited for the relief of Ashlyn's squirt washing away the thick, goopy spit, as her hips quivered, and she prepared to begin to release her sacred water for him. Her squirt began to spray out of her, but she reached a hand down and pressed it against her pussy, angling the stream so it hit him in the face, while the spit continued to drip out of her, and into his mouth.

"Ooh, yeah, this is turning me on like crazy!" yelped Samantha , as she leaned down slightly and let a mouthful of spit pour onto Frank's hair.

Ashlyn continued to gush, now rubbing her clit and causing her stream to splatter all over his face, just as Samantha orgasmed, and released a short blast of her amazing juices into his hair. During this madness, Samantha pushed up onto her feet, head sticking out of the moon roof, pressed her pussy against Ashlyn's mouth, and released into it. Ashlyn continued to spray onto Frank's face, and at the same time, indulged deeply in the pleasure of chugging Samantha 's rapid stream as it filled her mouth again and again.

Ashlyn's pussy ran dry, and Samantha was still quenching her thirst with her juices as Frank watched in silence, hearing only the quiet moans of bliss and sheer ecstasy coming from Ashlyn as she drank Samantha , at last, of her own free will and desire.

Chapter 6

Samantha finally drained herself completely, deeply satisfying herself, and Ashlyn who swallowed the last drops, and a final spurt, followed by a few more drops. Ashlyn then voraciously cleaned Samantha by licking the last remnants of squirt out of her folds, and from her thighs and bush.

As he watched this, Frank was beginning to realize something that made him temporarily forget about the spit coating his mouth and tongue, and the uncomfortable feeling of the odd mixture of sticky, thick spit and watery squirt in his face, and all over his hair; Samantha was a sexual genius! She had intuited this entire thing playing out! She wanted Ashlyn to give in and love drinking her, but this wasn't happening, no matter how much Samantha punished and forced her. So, Samantha gave her the position of outranking Frank, and taught her how to squirt, knowing she would learn to love making Frank drink from her holy well, and then Ashlyn herself would start to love drinking from Samantha .

Frank was pulled back from his reverie by a pleased and playful yelp from Samantha as she lowered herself back down, and both women dressed. Frank started to sit up, but Samantha sat on his face, and said, "Punishment is not over. It has to be worse than that, Frank, sorry, but you know the rules."

Both women leaned down and spat onto Frank's face and then into his hair.

"Yeah, this is what you deserve," said Ashlyn as she and Samantha massaged globs of spit into his hair.

"Okay, your hair is soaking wet with our spit and squirt, and so is your face. Now, soak in our fluids. You are not to wipe any of it off until we get home," said Samantha , as she moved out and got into the front seat again, and started the engine.

Ashlyn got back into her seat, as Frank sat up, finally, and the car began to move. They pulled back onto the main road from the parking garage, and Frank said, "Well, I promise to obey next time. Maybe we can come back later, after I shower, or tomorrow."

Both women started laughing.

"Frank, we're not going home," said Samantha .

It dawned on him that, indeed, they were driving toward the museum! They reached it, parked, and Samantha turned off the engine.

"You have to walk around the museum for the day, until your hair and face dry. Try to enjoy it! It's an exclusive event, they have closed the museum for a private event; an erotic art gallery. Adults only." Samantha concluded, and she and Ashlyn chuckled as they got out of the car.

Frank begrudgingly exited the vehicle and followed them up the massive stairs, and inside the building.

"Hi, welcome, I just need to see your invite, please, Ma'am," said the museum staff member at the entrance beyond the vestibule.

As the museum staff member waited for Samantha to produce the invite from her purse, he furrowed his brow and looked disgusted at Frank, seeing the sticky remnants of spit in his hair and on his face, and the squirt dripping out of it, and down his neck and face. Frank rolled his eyes. He was more annoyed than anything else. The man gave the invite back to Samantha after she handed it to him, and they moved on inside.

They walked around, looking at the different paintings and sculptures of beautiful nude women and sexual encounters. Every now and then someone would gawk at Frank, who was a little embarrassed, but still, mostly just irritated at the stupidity of this effort. He had disobeyed, and now, rather than risk losing the amazing position he had with these women, he had to do this nonsense.

At one point, while Frank was absorbed in an interesting piece of art they were viewing, a very wealthy, proper looking older woman passed by, and looked at him, disgusted. Frank unconsciously touched his hair in response, forgetting, for a moment, the situation, and merely seeking to figure out what she was looking at, by touching his hair. He got a hand smeared in fluid for his effort. He rolled his eyes at his own stupidity, wiped his hand on his pants, and walked on with his women.

"Oh, honey, it's okay," said Samantha , laughing quietly as she placed a hand on his shoulder, and slid it down his back lovingly.

"Yeah, just ignore them, you've more than made up for your mistake, darling," added Ashlyn as she put an arm around his waist, and laid a head on his shoulder for a moment as she spoke.

He smiled at them. Such an odd mixture of sweet, loving women, and, at the same time, extremely dominant mistresses. With that, he began to forget the feeling of annoyance at the situation as they moved into different areas of the museum, out of the erotic art area. He saw wonderful landscape paintings, and they wandered into an area with ancient artifacts and relics. The fluids dried, just as they were finally leaving for the day.

"That was amazing!" said Frank as they descended the steps. He unconsciously ran his hand through his hair, again, and found it to be crunchy with the dried fluid, and difficult to move his fingers through. He laughed it off, as they had truly had a great day, despite everything!

Samantha had gotten both of her slaves to love drinking her squirt. Ashlyn was now indulging in her deepest desires by enjoying Frank drinking her, and herself finding bliss in drinking Samantha . And, Frank was just happy to drink both of them, and get to spend so much time with these beautiful women.

All in all, they loved each other, and the bulk of their time together was spent enjoying life. They talked, watched movies together, ate delicious foods, went on hikes and other adventures, and so on. The only time they felt the weight of sexual slavery was when Samantha demanded their services, or when Ashlyn yearned for Frank.

As time went on, Frank wondered if the ranking would possibly change, or perhaps Samantha might have something even more unique on the horizon for them? After a hot shower, he laid in bed that night, thinking about this as he drifted off to a wonderful sleep, full of watery dreams.


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