As I sat in the chair with Monica sitting beside me in the floor it slowly dawned on me that my three friends still had needs.


As I sat in the chair with Monica sitting beside me in the floor it slowly dawned on me that my three friends still had needs. They had been so busy working on Monica that they hadn't had the chance that I had to come. There could be little question of them needing it. Not after having seen Monica come so strongly only moments before. "Monica, our friends no doubt have cum to dump", I said matter- of-factly. "How may I serve you MASTER?", she asked submissively. "How many holes do you have, Monica?" "I have three fuck holes, MASTER." "And how many of your slut fuck holes are empty at the moment, Monica?" "They are all empty, MASTER", she replied with a sigh. "And how many cocks do our friends have, my little whore?" "Three, MASTER!...Three WONDERFUL cocks!", she beamed. "I want you to take our friends into our bed, Monica, and I want you to take one cock in each hole and let them all three fuck you at the same time until they spew their hot cum into you. Would you like that?" "Yesssssss, MASTER!!...I need to be fucked so badly, MASTER, and I love cocks so very much!! Pleassssse may I take them all now?" As she spoke the desires of her body her hand moved between her legs and began rubbing her clit. "Yes, Monica...do it now....take all three of them and fuck them well...and when you are done, come tell me which man shot his cum in which of your holes." She rose slowly, and walking over to the men and stroking Tony's cheek, said sexily, "My MASTER is allowing me to be the recepticle for your cum....please come dump it into my eager holes!" With that she walked toward the bedroom, her naked ass swaying deliciously as she moved. My friends followed almost as if in a trance, shaking their heads in disbelief as they walked behind her. While Monica was serving our friends, I took the time to plan the activities for the rest of the day. I had just about decided to go set up the slut meter when the phone rang.

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