Our Happy Slave (1/?) {Redman} {MF md Rom} 
(c) October 2000 

Authors Note: I would be interested in any comments or 
corrections that readers might care to share with me. 
I can be reached at redman@seductive.com. 

Also, this work is not intended to be read by minors. 
If you are not legally an adult in your country or 
culture, please do not read it. This story is a work 
of fiction. Everything in it is a product of my own 
imagination and does not represent the way that anyone 
of any age should be treated or to represent a norm of 
acceptable behavior. 


Our Happy Slave 1/?


I love the feeling of waking slowly, a snooze-alarm 
morning without even the intrusion of the alarm. I 
snuggled into the sheets with my eyes still shut, 
stretching like a proud lion in the rare shade on the 
Sarengede. My outstretched hand encounters a warm, 
tender backside in the depths of the covers and I can 
tell by the firmness of the flesh that Connie has 
found her way to our bed this lazy, sleep-in morning. 
There is something decadent and overpoweringly 
sensuous about never quite knowing what naked female 
you will be waking to in the morning.

I remember with smug satisfaction that this is one of 
the few days when I don't have to go to work during 
the week. I can still taste my wife's lipstick as she 
kissed me goodbye this morning just before she left. 
It had seemed so much like a dream - a kiss from an 
angel - or perhaps a succubus, sated from a night's 
abandon; departing to wherever succubae frolic when 
they are not invading the dreams of randy men.

I grab Connie with two hands by the firm flesh of her 
hips and pull her longingly toward me, dragging her 
deeper into the covers pilled into the middle of our 
large bed. I know the little minx is not deep in 
sleep, perhaps is not even sleeping at all. I have 
long suspected that every morning when her immediate 
duties are attended and my wife and I have left for 
work, Connie sneaks into our bed. There she writhes 
naked, luxuriating in the scent of my wife's perfume 
and in the smell of last night's decadence that 
remains imprinted on the linens.

She comes limply as I drag her to me on her side, 
burrowing my gradually hardening penis into the very 
top of her tight buttocks. I spoon against her as I 
feel her suddenly taunt, beginning to quiver like a 
plucked string, vibrating with the music of her quiet 
passion. I bury my nose onto the base of her neck and 
breath deeply of her bouquet, flooded with the scents 
of our little slave.

I can smell the fading fragrance of the perfume that 
we allow Connie every evening, the hint of it 
lingering with the taste of daffodils on the back of 
her neck - a favorite place of mine to nuzzle. I can 
smell the invigorating fragrance of massage oil on her 
hands and I know that my wife has had her massage her 
feet before trudging reluctantly off to work. I can 
smell the hint of butter and coffee and I know that 
our girl must have risen early this morning to 
lovingly prepare a breakfast for her Mistress. And, 
just at the range of human olfactory perception, my 
nose lingers over the tangy aroma of women. Even my 
practiced snoz can't detect which of our loving menage 
contributed this most delightful of scents.

I thought about simply blissing-out and drifting off 
to sleep once more. I knew that if I did, little 
Connie would continue to quiver against me like that 
taunt string, stretched between her desire to let me 
sleep and the passion her entire backside radiated 
into my flesh. I thought about throwing her over and 
fucking her until we both were senseless. I was caught 
somewhere between these two delightful urges. Some 
mornings it's just good to be alive.

"Turn over, you little wench or I might just bugger 
you."

"Is that suppose to be a threat Master, or a special 
reward," she sighed as she delightfully squirmed 
around to face me. In so doing, she playfully rubbing 
ass, then hip, then cunt against my cock as she 
maneuvered.

"If I get up the energy, your little rose will be the 
first to know. Unless something better strikes my 
fancy," I murmured as I ground myself into her mound.

"If you need energy, I have a huge breakfast ready at 
your leisure, my love. Or perhaps I can be of some 
other service," came the saucy retort accompanied by a 
slightly more eager thrust of her own pelvis.

"I don't know whether to spank you or to fuck you my 
dear, but I think I may be in the mood to do both 
before the morning is through." Even though my mouth 
still tasted a little stale from the night's sleep, I 
greedily dove into her lips. Normally I always brush 
first thing, just in case I can snag a willing snatch 
for a quick morning ride, but I was not about to pass 
up her tempting lips for even that short length of 
time. Just another of the prerogatives of ownership.

The kiss did not last long anyway because as I went to 
taste her fresh mouth, I was greeted with the 
unmistakable aroma of my wife's cunt. My two naughty 
girls must have been enjoying themselves this morning 
as I slept. Connie flagrantly came to bed wearing the 
spoils of their struggle knowing it would have an 
instant effect on my libido. There is nothing more 
tantalizing than licking away the taste of your woman 
from another woman's lips.

"Did you make her squeal, my pet?"

"Delightfully and repeatedly, master. I almost did as 
good as you would have. She left all dreamy-eyed and 
weak-kneed."

"Good girl! Send her out glowing and she'll come back 
to us in the afternoon all randy and ready for a romp. 
She may rape you as soon as she walks in the door."

"Well, I didn't want her to be jealous that I may be 
fucking your brains out all day. I remembered your 
first and greatest command master; " she paused 
teasingly.

"Keep the woman happy!" we intoned together as we 
delightfully dry-humped each other, grinding together 
on our sides.

As we chuckled and her eyes danced impishly I drew her 
left leg high up on my hip and burrowed my stiffening 
shaft into her furrow. It felt as though I were 
pressing my cock against crush velvet that was coated 
with hot, melted butter. We both shuttered a moment 
from its first hot touch. 

"We don't want her jealousy again, love" I instructed 
with all the gravity our shallow rutting would allow. 
"You remember what agony that was." My wife had only 
reluctantly accepted Connie into our home, fearing 
that I would want to fuck her to exclusion. Only by 
declaring that I wouldn't touch our tempting little 
slave-morsel until she herself begged me to do so, did 
my wife reluctantly relent. It had been an agonizing, 
excruciatingly delightful time that none of us were 
eager to live through again. Especially me.

Connie shifted her pelvis and the head of my 
circumcised dick slipped into her wetness by what 
seemed like only a fraction of an inch. We both 
experienced the shock of this slight joining as though 
a tuning fork had been struck in our spines. Our eyes 
were locked, gradually ratcheting up the intensity of 
our lust, wringing out each moment as we both fought 
for control.

"She knows I worship her, master," she growled, 
thrusting down on my shaft while agonizing that our 
position would not allow her greater penetration. 
Then, she tilted her delightful face until she looked 
up at me with impish, lust-filled eyes and whispered 
breathlessly, "Almost as much as a I worship you, 
Master."

I let my face grow cold and pulled back my hips until 
only the barest tip of my penis parted her lips. She 
immediately began to thrash to try to regain it but I 
grabbed her in that most wonderful spot where long leg 
meets taunt belly, subduing her.

"No `almost,' little one. You know that even a whiff 
of jealousy can destroy what we have. Don't even think 
about trying to make her jealous."

She pouted. Not the pout of a little girl, but the 
pout of a willing woman wanting desperately to be 
fucked. Then her eyes twinkled, and she relaxed like a 
cat taking possession of a couch.

"I know, master," she whispered languidly. "But you 
know I love it when your firm." Despite myself, I 
allowed her to thrust her agile hips forward and 
engulf me immediately, impossibly deep.

I sighed, as every man sighs, knowing that he has been 
manipulated by a passionate woman and loving each 
precious moment of his manipulation. I rolled on top 
of her and thrust deep as she alternately purred and 
moaned beneath me. As I lengthened my stroke, 
luxuriating in the her warmth, I knew this would be a 
... preetttty ... goooood ... daaaayyyy!