Dan Orsini had to finally catch his breath after Dale and he took a good hour or so of sharing Melanie Martinez, their loads now leaking in a flood from her slippery slit as they all collapsed together on the bed. He had to admit to himself that fucking the holy hell out of the slave controller agent was very nice indeed, especially when Dale got to make it a team project as twins. It gave them both a chance to relax and recover while the other one got down with Melanie. This wasn't going to be a daily or even weekly occurrence per se, but it was nice once in awhile, especially as part of the plan to knock Ms. Martinez up. She had told them that they were the designated breeders and she was true to her word.
"So, how do you think that Jason's doing with Brandy?" Melanie asked Dan rather abruptly.
"Oh, I imagine that your slave is giving mine a damn good fucking, one that would make her rethink her hatred of mankind, though that has been happening alot lately, anyway," Dan chuckled.
"Well, don't forget that you promised to let Kathy use Jason, too, and then Mom after that," Dale chimed in, making Melanie smile.
"See, I do pamper my slave stud, don't I? Most of the time, anyway. What are the chances that Brandy will conceive by my slave stud, anyway? That's what I've taken to calling him, since I often lend him out these days and actually enjoy hearing of his adventures while I pimp him out. Lacey fired him after we both agreed that he'd make more money as a walking sperm bank, anyway, for infertile couples and the like. Of course, he now has to work for her, anyway, as she wants a Wednesday fuck every week, you know for 'hump day, ' as she likes to remind me," Melanie giggled.
"So, every Wednesday, Jason has to show up to his old job, go into his boss's office, and slip her the salami?" Dan laughed.
"Hell, yeah, and he loves it, too. Evidently, she's always been very sweet to him and he's always liked her that way, but didn't dare to tell me. Now that he's a slave, fidelity's not an issue, as I've told you, so it's pretty hot that he likes her that much and she likes him back. It's like an affair, except that he's obeying me when he does it and he would get into big trouble if he tried to break it off.
"He says that it's kind of rough at times at the office, though, with various co-workers who know and now seize the chance to 'borrow' him from Lacey, and if she orders him to let them, he has to, or else he's defying her and thus defying me. A few angry ex-colleagues have used the chance to peg him, for instance, and he had to kinda grin and bear it, or was that bare it?" Melanie licked her lips as she lay between the twins.
"What did you do when you found that out?" Dale asked her next.
"I took him to bed and let him use my ass, take it out on me. In fact, I ordered him to do me that way, just use plenty of lube. I might sometimes take devilish delight in those little humiliations, but I also reward him for putting up with them. I always find ways of being sweet to Jason, showing him how much I appreciate his decision to become my slave instead of my husband, how much happier I have been since he chose to surrender his freedom totally to me.
"Oh, and he couldn't cook for shit when he first became a slave, but now he's almost a chef in his quality, since he cooks almost every night. I just had to retrain him a bit and motivate him. He burns the dinner, he gets pegged hard. He does the pasta al dente, and he gets his dick slurped on so much that he'll think that it's a noodle as I suck him dry. Now that he doesn't work, he has completely taken over the housework and such, in addition to stud duties, which are not on a predictable schedule, after all. Can't have him getting lazy, so I put him to work with chores and such.
"Anyway, I really do love the guy. Honestly. I fuck him at least five or six times a week, usually more than that. I actually fuck him more now that he's a slave, since I just can't stand to see a nice, naked piece of man meat attached to a wonderful guy and not want to ride him almost daily. I mean, come on, now that he's constantly naked, it's right there, tempting the hell out of me and reminding me of what a stud I have at home. We never fight anymore, because he knows that I literally wear the pants in the relationship and we both love it that way. He's a lot happier since he embraced his desires to serve me," Melanie recalled, getting nostalgic as she stroked both men's dicks.
"So, what was it like the first time that, you know, he submitted to you?" Dan inquired, putting a smile on Melanie's face as she remembered that night, earlier that same year.
"It's kinda weird. We were in bed that night, actually, when the bill was signed into law and it came on the news. I was very tired and grumpy from being awoken that morning by a lovers' spat among the neighbors that reminded me too much of my quarrels with Jason. To be honest, I was also kinda horny and tried to jill off discreetly so as not to make him feel bad, since his work had lately made him too tired for sex. That was, I think, part of the problem between us for a time there.
"He was rather stressed out over some assignment that Lacey had handed him, though he was glad to have it as a way to provide for us. I could tell that he was distracted, but once he heard that, his ears perked up, and while I was irritable, he began to start speaking very sweetly to me all of the sudden. I was pleased at his kind words, but totally floored at what came next, when he downed his beer, took off his glasses, and set his work aside.
"The next thing that I knew, Jason was on his knees in front of me, his head on the foot of the bed facing my exposed pussy, and he looked about to beg me for something. This really grabbed my attention. He gulped and looked at me, quite seriously and desperately, trying to work up the courage to say what came to mind. Finally, however, I asked him, 'Well, spit it out, please!'
