Rich Bitch Widow Gets Renovated Ch. 08

I decided to give the girls a break. I was getting bored with them, so I gave them the day off; they could dress however they wanted. Provided they wore heels.

Thinking about them, I wish Eden could shake her submissive side and show a little fight. I want her to lash back at me, but it is not in her makeup. For example, if she thinks I favor Margaret over her, she pouts. If I discipline her, she falls apart. The other night Eden, was sure I was mad at her. She dropped to her knees looked up at me then, sucked me off in the family room in front of picture windows, with her sister watching her. On the other hand, Margaret has given in to me but remains defiant, though she would never challenge me openly. It was an ongoing effort to humiliate her and break her spirit completely.              

My business was doing good. We had several jobs in progress, and one in particular interested me. Julian had taken on the job of transforming a small shop into a private men's club. I stopped in one day to check on how things were going. The work was progressing nicely.

The Club was almost finished. Julian had done a remarkable job. It had a meeting room with a large table and plush chairs and a separate room with couches, a bar, and a pool table.

What interested me was a raised section of the floor in the middle of the room.

It was covered in dark tile with round recessed metal rings set at different places.

Later, I called Julian. He didn't know what they were for, but it was interesting that corresponding rings were set in the ceiling above them. They were rated to handle three hundred pounds, so they were capable of suspending a struggling female, if that's what you wanted.

Julian finished the job, and we were paid in full with a bonus for finishing before the completion date.               I made it a point to call the lawyer who had handled all the details and payments with Julian.

Doug Levinson, the club's chairman, agreed to walk through the club with me making sure everything was to his liking.

He was the chairman of the board of a local bank. We agreed to meet at noon. I was a little early. A beautiful woman opened the door.

She introduced herself as Mr. Levinson's assistant, saying he would be here shortly.

"Would you care for a drink? May I call you Bob? My name is Heather," she purred.

I followed Heather into the bar. She wore a tight pink dress that only came halfway down her thighs and hugged her curves perfectly.

We sat at a table. She crossed her long legs, the rustle of nylons intoxicating, as she recrossed them, exposing her thighs covered in suntan pantyhose. She smiled, showing her perfect white teeth. I could imagine spending the day with her, making her crawl and beg for cock.

Doug Levinson looked every part of the image of an old-time banker: pot belly, almost bald, with a ridiculous comb-over. After a weak handshake, we took a tour of the club. Julian's work was perfect, though it was tough to check out his work, walking behind Heather. The four-inch-high heels she wore made it hard to concentrate; all I could see was her ass swaying with each step. We completed the tour. I didn't ask what the rings set in the floor were for, and he didn't offer.

We sat in the bar, and after some small talk, I asked what type of club this was. Heather turned red and excused herself. Once she was gone. Doug smiled.

"We are all business owners who like a place to smoke cigars and unwind. We are always looking for new members. Do you think you'd be interested?"

"I need to know more."

He settled back in his chair.

"We meet once a month for some "Entertainment." There's no shortage of women that have a dark side and need the money, and nobody gets hurt... permanently."

I was intrigued.

"Is it the same women?"

He chuckled.

"Usually, after one night, they don't want to return."

He looked at me with a creepy smile. Waiting for my reaction... He continued.

"Sometimes things get out of hand, but the women know what to expect, and some enjoy the discipline. I checked into you, and you seem perfect for our little club. The next meeting is on Friday; it's open to new members. Stop by for a drink; bring a girl if you like; keeping in mind she may never speak to you again."

With that, he turned and called Heather. She scurried into the bar, her dress practically up to her waist. Tugging it down, she picked up his briefcase and walked briskly to the door, holding it open for us.

"I'll see you Friday, Bob."

Getting into my car, I thought about Eden, but knowing her she might enjoy it. The more I thought about it, this might be a good lesson for Margaret.

When I returned home, I told Margaret I was taking her out Friday night for dinner; I didn't mention the club. She smiled and kissed me. I couldn't believe how happy she was.

"I'm going to my room to decide what to wear."

I felt like a schoolgirl on her first date; Bob had just asked me out to dinner; I was so excited, I was sure he was going to want me to dress sexy and show off my legs and boobs, but I didn't care. I want to make him happy and show him how much I worship him. If I were to please him, maybe he would treat me better. As long as I've been his slave, he still makes me mad when he treats me like a whore.

Friday evening came. It had been a boring day; Eden spent the day sulking because she wasn't going out with us.

With Eden out of the room, I told Margaret to dress conservatively but sexy.

"Go up to your room, Margaret; I want to see what you've chosen."

"Ok, let me put on my undies first.

I gave her a couple of minutes and then walked into her room. Taking the doors off of their bedrooms was a smart move.

She was trying to lace up her corset; I approached her.

"Here, let me help."

She gasped as I pulled the laces tight. Sitting on a chair, her waist cinched so tight it was hard for her to bend over. I was amused watching her contort herself to fasten her sheer black stockings. When she stood up, her lace cups struggled to contain her tits. She carefully slipped into a dark purple sleeveless dress with a zipper in the back. The scoop neckline exposed the tops of her ample boobs.

"Do you like it, Master?"

"You look beautiful, Margaret."

She was beaming; I almost felt sorry for her.

"I'll be ready shortly, Master. I want to put on a choker and finish my makeup."

Going downstairs, I noticed Eden sitting in the family room, pouting.

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Eden. Tomorrow night, I will order subs for dinner, and if that older man delivers, I will let him do whatever he wants to you, so lose that attitude! Now, stand in the corner until we leave."

She jumped up, hurrying in her heels to the corner, pressing her tits against the wall, in the process sticking her ass out, begging to be slapped. Her pink satin panties stretched to their limit.

I was going to torment Eden, but I heard high heels descending the stairs.

Margaret looked fantastic; her dress fit her perfectly, and her four-inch heels highlighted her long legs. As we were leaving, I told Eden to be ready to be fucked when we got back.

Margaret slid into my car, turning toward me,

"Where are we going?"

I should have disciplined her for asking, but I didn't want her crying... just yet.

I had made a reservation for six o'clock at a trendy place that had just opened.

She was acting like a teenager, giggling happily, reaching over and squeezing my dick; she was having a good time. Her dress had crept up, exposing her stocking tops.

"Remember, Margaret, they have valet parking."

She tugged her dress down, and with a smile, she whispered,

"I love you."

I turned into the wide driveway and saw four Hispanic valets waiting. I knew how prejudiced she was; I could see her hands gripping her hem with her lips pressed together.

"I've changed my mind, Margaret; pull your dress up."

"Please, sir, don't make me do that. You know how I feel about them."

I reached over and grabbed her hand, pulling her dress up. One of the valets opened her door and was treated to a leg show, her stocking tops and silver garter clasps exposed. She stood up quickly, pulling her dress down. Her face was beet red. I added to her humiliation.

"She's got a hell of a set of legs, doesn't she, guys?"

They were all grinning and giving me thumbs up.

Despite that rocky start, we had a pleasant dinner. She had three drinks during the meal, which was about her limit. She was wobbling on her heels and was slurring her words. While we waited, I whispered to her.

"Give the guys a show, or you will give them each a blowjob."

She winced and nodded, pressing her red lips together.

When the car was brought to us, she had no problem hiking her dress up to get in, exposing her nylon-covered thighs, purposely leaving the door open, and adjusting her stockings while the valets stared. Once we were moving, I turned to her,

That wasn't too bad, was it?"

"Not if it makes you happy. I would do anything for you, Master."

I glanced at her just in time to see a single tear run down her face.

I hadn't told her about going to the club. She was definitely feeling her drinks; she leaned over.

"Do you want me to blow you while you're driving?"

"Maybe on the way home, Margaret, but now we're stopping at a private club.

Why was it private?" I snapped awake. What was he talking about? I was so confused. I shouldn't have had so much to drink, and where was my Master taking me? I just wanted his hot dick in my mouth. My head was spinning. We pulled into a private parking lot. There were no valets; while waiting for Bob to open my door, I felt something terrible would happen, and I didn't want to go in.

As we walked toward the front door, Margaret gripped my arm tightly, unsteady in her heels.

When the door opened, Heather met us. She was dressed in a flowing black dress that was ankle length but split to her waist. It was plain to see she was braless as her tits filled the top of her dress. As she turned to open a second door, her dress flared open, exposing sheer stockings held by taut garter straps. She turned and flashed that brilliant smile and led us to the bar.

We sat at a small table. At least ten men were sitting at the bar, and all heads turned toward us as Heather introduced us.

Doug was behind the bar and came out to welcome us.

"Good to see you, Bob, and I know Margaret from way back. Sorry about your husband, Margaret; we did a lot of business together."

Doug snapped his fingers and ordered Heather to get us drinks. I was a little unnerved; they were making no effort to hide the fact that they were leering at Margaret. She held my hand tightly and pleaded with me to go home. It was so out of character for her to demand something. She looked terrified. She barely whispered.

"Master, you don't know what these men are like or what they do to girls. I saw a video of one of their parties when I was married. It was beyond cruel what they did to women. Please take me home; I'll do anything you want."

I was enjoying her discomfort but was curious about what was happening here. I looked up to see Doug motioning me to the bar.

"I'll be back in a minute, Margaret."

She grabbed my arm, pulling me down, whispering,

"Don't leave me alone!"

I had never seen her so scared. I patted her head.

"Nothing is going to happen to you."

Doug led me into the meeting room and closed the door.

"Bob, let me fill you in. The men in this club are tired of all this women's movement, all the promoting of women because they have a cunt. Here, we show women their place is to please men. And have fun doing it."

I noticed pictures of attractive women in their underwear with collars around their necks. They were all on their knees with their faces covered in cum. Some were smiling, while others looked terrorized. He opened a picture album. These are some of our "Guests."

Opening the book, on one side were family-type pictures, cookouts, and graduations; on the other side, the same women this time, they were on their knees, dressed in stockings and heels, surrounded by stiff cocks, the women's faces covered with cum, most of them were crying. He knew I would be curious.

"Now, Bob, as a new member, you must supply a woman for a night's entertainment. It could be your girlfriend or wife, although I wouldn't recommend it. Wives have a way of fouling things up. You've got the perfect candidate. The way Margaret bossed her husband around was a crime. More than one member would love to see her crawl."

My cock started to harden, picturing Margaret gang raped.

"I don't know, Doug. I would have to think about it."

He flicked on a monitor; the bar came into focus. There were three guys surrounding Margaret; she looked like a scared animal. Her dress had been pulled up, exposing her stockings and her panty-covered mound. They were squeezing her tits as they forced her to stand up. He turned the sound up, and I could hear her begging them between her sobs to stop. She kept calling my name. They pinned her against the bar easing her dress down, her perfect tits standing straight out. He pressed a button, and Heather appeared.

"Go out there and tell them to stop, and then you take care of them."

He smacked her ass as she hurried past him.

"Heather's a rare find; she loves to please, knows her place, and the best part is she's my niece. Her dumb fucking mother sent her to stay with me so that she would be safe from her stepfather.

I stood transfixed, watching the scene unfold. Margaret was half standing up; they had pulled the top of her dress down, her ample tits just about exposed. Tears were running down her face as she babbled for them to stop. I guess it was time I

"saved" her; I walked into the bar and acted pissed off.

"LET GO OF HER!"

I walked over to her, standing beside her as she repaired her dress. They turned their attention to Heather, pouncing on her, ripping her dress off, leaving her in her stockings and heels. With Heather screaming and kicking, they picked her up and placed her on the raised section of the floor, fastening her wrists with rope to the rings in the ceiling. Doug walked up to her and spit on her face. He then slowly pulled the ropes until her arms were stretched tight and her feet were barely touching the floor.

Margaret had fallen to her knees, and her arms were wrapped around my legs, afraid to see what was happening to Heather. Judging from the screams and moaning, it wasn't good. Glancing over, Doug was forcing an oversized black dildo up Heather's ass.

I pulled Margaret up and helped with her dress. Margaret buried her face in my chest, trying to block out the sound of leather being applied to Heather's body.

I had secured Margaret's dress as best as I could. I nodded to Doug, who was busy training his niece.

The door was closing behind us, drowning out Heather's crying, begging for mercy.

I helped Margaret into my car; she was trembling.

She whispered. "Take me home, Master."

She took my hand, nuzzling it to her face.

"I never want to go back there."

"You won't.

But I was still going to use it to scare her.

"Margaret, pull your dress up. I want to see your legs."

She moved like a robot, exposing her nylons. Her head was down, softly crying. To a degree, I felt sorry for her, but I still was going to fuck her senseless when we got home.

"Margaret, you need a dick in your mouth; it's the best way to calm you down."

Her head was in my lap; she pulled my zipper down, fishing my cock out. Her warm mouth opened, her tongue darted out, licking my shaft.

We pulled into the garage, and I helped her out. She hugged me tight,

"Don't ever leave me. I need you to protect me."

I turned her around and slapped her round ass.

Eden was waiting for us at the door. She took one look at Margaret's face and knew better than to ask a question.

"Eden, take your sister upstairs, fix her makeup, and get her ready for bed."

I sat down and had a drink. I was thinking about the club; maybe Eden would be my chance to get in. I made another drink and went upstairs.

Eden was in her room. Margaret was waiting at attention, dressed in her corset, nylons, and heels with the skimpy cups offering up her exposed nipples. Without being told, she sunk to her knees and put her hands behind her back.

I undressed; Margaret followed me with her eyes, not wanting to do anything wrong. I walked up to her, taking my semi-hard cock in my hand; I began slapping her face with it. She captured it with soft lips and greedily sucked it into her hot mouth.

"You're a pretty talented cocksucker and deserve a belly full of cum. But tonight, I'm going to fuck you."

I fucked her mouth until I was stiff; grabbing the back of her neck, I pulled her onto the bed. Yanking her corset down, I began slapping her big tits. My cock was throbbing, listening to her whimper while trying to protect her boobs with her small hands. Her panties were the next to go. I lie on top of her, biting and sucking her nipples. She was writhing on her back as I rubbed my cock on the outside of her cunt, she was getting wet, but I didn't care if she was ready; I was ready, and that's what was important. With one move, I slipped into her pussy, forcing a loud moan of both pleasure and pain.

My mouth found hers, and we kissed passionately. At the same time, I found myself thinking about Heather. The last thought was that of Heather being abused as I shot my load into Margaret's hot pussy.

Margaret held me tight, wrapping her nylon-covered legs around me, her heels scratching my back.

I finally rolled off of her, and called out.

"Eden, I know you've been listening; now get in here and lick my cock clean. But first, eat my cum out of your sister's cunt, so it doesn't get on my sheets."

She must have been out in the hallway. She walked in, dressed in stockings and heels with a lace bra. She immediately crawled between Margaret's legs and noisily began lapping my cum out of her sister's abused cunt.

Eden finished her sister and without hesitation licked my cock clean.

I noticed Eden's body; her features were softer. Her stomach was flat when she moved in, but now it was rounding out. It was hard to judge her tits, but they were just about out of her bras. I'm going to have a little fashion show with her. Also, we will have to have a weigh-in. I haven't been checking their weight regularly.

Without being told, Eden returned to her room, cum, and cunt juice covering her face.

The three of us had settled into a routine. I still kept forcing Margaret into humiliating herself in front of strangers. I loved the look of despair on her face when she realized the lengths I would go to shame her.

One night, after dinner, the girls were cleaning the kitchen. I called Margaret, telling her I would take her for ice cream. She wore a black waist cincher, a lace bra that provided little support, a white garter belt, and suntan nylons.

"Before you put on your skirt, put these on."

The look on her face was nothing short of fear.

"Are they the vibrating panties?"

She knew they were, her hands started shaking.

"Please don't do this to me, Master."

"Don't be so serious, Margaret, it will be fun."

I had chosen a black spandex mini skirt. She hated wearing that skirt, which would barely cover her stocking tops.

"Finish getting ready; I'll be downstairs."

As I was walking out of the room, I turned the power up on the panties. I glanced back; she had fallen to her knees, gasping.

I lay on the floor; the buzzing in my panties had stopped. Why was my Master doing this to me? I was looking at myself in the mirror. My skirt was so short that my stocking tops would show when I walked. I just wanted to go out without showing my undies to strangers.

Margaret carefully descended the stairs, afraid I might "Buzz" her.

I approved her look: she had put her hair in a tight bun and added a black satin choker.

"We won't be long, Eden."

Margaret slid in carefully, her skirt riding up. She knew I would embarrass her, and with her lips pressed together, she knew better than to complain. I pulled into the Dairy Queen parking lot as far away from the counter as possible. There was a decent amount of families and couples enjoying the warm night.

"Margaret, get me a Vanilla cone, and get yourself a popsicle."

Her eyes were cast down at the floor.

"Please don't make me do this; I'll do anything else."

"Get going, or I'll zap you at the counter."

She nodded her head and opened the door. She walked across the parking lot, constantly tugging her skirt down. I eased up control to low, it was enough for her to feel it. She turned, looking at me, I just smiled. The sound of her high heels on the concrete and the beginnings of her stocking tops got all the men's attention.

There were two people ahead of her. As she approached the counter, I turned the controller up a notch. She pressed her legs together and bent at the knees. After paying, she picked up the cone and popsicle and headed to my car. I let her reach the car door and turned the controller high. She buckled, almost dropping the cone. I let up and permitted her to get in. She handed me the cone, and her hands went straight to her crotch.

"Open your popsicle and fuck your mouth with it."

Margaret leaned back in her seat with one hand stroking her cunt and the other hand eased the frozen popsicle down her throat. I played with the controller, letting her rest, then turning it up, enjoying her squirm. I turned it off. She looked over at me.

"Why do you have to torment me? I love you."

"I'll see about that. Now, put your head back."

I reached over and poured what was left of my ice cream on the center of her forehead. It ran down her face, finally dripping on her cleavage.

"Don't touch it until we get home."

I drove home after slowly moving through the lot.

I saw one guy looking at Margaret smiling; his date looked at her, then turned her face away.

She knew her boyfriend would be finishing on her cute face later.

Margaret had resigned herself to being humiliated.

Holding her head back, she thought, I love him; if he enjoys debasing me, so be it. It's my place to please him.

When we arrived at the house, I opened her door and took her hand, leading her in. Eden was in the den and hurried out to greet us. She took a look at Margaret's cream-covered face.

"Master, may I lick my sister's face clean?"

"Of course, that's why I keep you here. Without your oral talents, I would have thrown you out by now.

She stood close to Margaret, their tits touching, and began to lick the ice cream from her sister's face.

I could see Margaret trembling; she was either getting turned on or was afraid of me.

I think it was a combination of the two as Eden started working her way down to Margaret's plump tits. Eden was working on her sister's nipples when Margaret gripped Eden's head, pulling her closer, mashing her mouth on her sister's super sensitive boobs.

Well, enough is enough; my dick was rock-hard watching them.

"Margaret, strip and kneel with Eden in front of me.''

They knew what was coming; Margaret quickly stripped and put her arm around Eden's shoulder, and they looked up at me. I was stroking my dripping cock inches from their open mouths. I looked at them; Eden in her black corset and stockings, Margaret in her suntan stockings, begging me to cum on them.

I chose Margaret; she spit on my dick, pursing her puffy lips, and started rubbing my cock on her face.

I pushed into her eager mouth;, she gagged spitting out pre-cum and spit while Eden caught it and rubbed it on her ample tits. I couldn't hold back .

I held my dick close to her mouth.

"Get ready, ladies."

My first shot went down her throat. I kept spurting in her mouth.

"Don't swallow," I gasped as I unloaded my cum in her.

"Now, show me."

Margaret opened her mouth, showing most of my load resting on her tongue.

"Spit it in Eden's mouth."

She leaned over her sister and let my cum drip from her mouth. Eden knew better than to swallow.

"Kiss your sister, and I want to see tongues."

They wrapped their arms around each other, their lips touching. Margaret's mouth opened first, and her cum covered tongue darted out, probing Eden's lips which sagged open; cum running down her chin.

Margaret was quick to catch it with her ruby lips

"Look at me, girls."

I looked down at those perfect faces with my cum coating their lips and cheeks.

They melted together, a tangle of nylon-covered legs holding each other tight.

"I'm going to bed, do what you want, but I don't want to see my cum on the floor."

With that said, I went upstairs, leaving them unsure of what to do.

I watched them on the monitor; Eden's hand rested on her sister's thigh above the top of her stocking. Margaret moved slightly, parting her legs giving her access to her needy cunt. Margaret arched her back as Eden's fingers found her clit, and the two sisters kissed, the taste of my cum still in their mouths.

Eden had replaced her fingers with her tongue lapping furiously at Margaret's dripping pussy.

I thought I'd have some fun.

"EDEN, MARGARET! Get up here immediately!"

I laughed as they untangled themselves, put on their heels, and rushed to my bedroom. I couldn't help but smile. They stood at attention in their underwear, wobbling on their killer heels. I congratulated myself on training them; they were perfectly at ease, standing before me in stockings and heels with cum on their faces.

"I just wanted to tell you that you could clean up before you went to bed."

They both smiled and curtsied. Margaret added.

"Thank you, Master."

Watching them walk out, I was amazed at Margaret. After all I put her through tonight, she was still mine. I had plans for her; I would see how much she could take.

The following week was busier than usual. Julian could run the business; but couldn't be in two places at once, so I had to help.

The weekend was approaching, and I had plans for the girls. But something was on Eden's mind; she seemed distant.

Like I said, I had plans for her; nothing like getting fucked by a couple of guys to straighten her out.

Friday night finally came, and I suggested we get subs for dinner. Margaret and Eden were in their corsets with sheer black stockings and four-inch heels.

"Please, sir, would it be all right if Eden and I could wear robes when the delivery man arrives?"

I looked at Eden, her head down.

"What about you, Eden? Do you want a robe?"

"Whatever pleases you, Master."

I was annoyed Margaret tried to include her sister in her little game.

"Eden, you may wear a robe. Margaret, come over to me."

I reached up and adjusted the straps on her corset so that her tits were almost completely exposed.

"I want you to answer the door when Ralph arrives. You remember him, don't you? He played with your tits."

She grimaced, her eyes welling with tears.

"Now go get your sister a robe."

When she left the room, I walked over to Eden, pulling her up.

"Eden, what's bothering you?"

The tears started flowing; she couldn't answer me.

Her hands went to my belt.

"Put your dick in my mouth, Master, then everything will be alright."

I can't believe I stopped her.

"Eden, I command you; what's wrong?"

Just then, the fucking doorbell rang. I took her arm.

"We'll talk later; now, fix your makeup."

Margaret obediently went to the door. Putting on a false smile, she welcomed him in. He couldn't believe she was in her underwear again. He had told his friends, but they didn't believe it could be true.

"Turn around, Margaret, let Ralph see you. Remember, Ralph, you can play with her tits. She likes it rough."

He didn't have to be told twice. Pulling her cups down, he twisted her nipples, making her cry out in pain. She looked at me, pleading with her eyes to make him stop.

I put my hand on his shoulder,

"That's enough for now."

He reluctantly let go of her tits. At that moment

Eden walked in; the sheer white robe she had on covered nothing.

"Ralph, meet Eden, Margaret's much younger sister."

Margaret turned red, putting her shoulders back, making her tits stand out.

All he could do was stare,

"My friends will never believe me."

"Tell you what I'm going to do, Ralph; bring your friends over tomorrow evening, and my girls will entertain you. Is that a deal?"

He looked like he was going to pass out.

"How about we shake on it, Ralph?

Eden, take out his cock and shake on it."

Blushing, she fumbled with his zipper, then reached into his trousers and pulled out his semi-hard dick. She gently shook it, looking at me for directions.

I smiled at her,

"Give it a kiss goodbye, Eden."

She slipped her robe off, kneeling before him in her corset and nylons; she took the head of his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue over it.

After a few minutes, I held my hand up.

"That's enough for tonight, Ralph; you'll get more tomorrow night."

He had a painful look on his face as he put his dick away. I led him to the door; he took one last look at my two beauties in their underwear.

Margaret pulled her corset up, nestling her ripe tits in their cups. She crawled up on the couch next to me, running her hands on my legs, brushing my cock. I pulled her ponytail back,

"I think Eden wants to suck my cock."

Eden smiled, pushing her sister's hand away.

Pulling my pants down, she eagerly deep-throated me. Margaret looked on with envy.

"Play with your tits, Margaret."

She looked at me like a spoiled child as she rolled her nipples with her fingers.

"I want to suck too, Master."

"Eden, make room for your sister."

She groaned but moved a little so Margaret could help. Their red lips held my raging cock between them, taking turns swallowing my prick. Eden had no gag reflex and loved showing her sister how my balls were slapping her chin with every stroke. As much as Margaret tried, Eden was a better cocksucker, maybe because she was such a submissive. Like now, Eden started licking up and down my cock. Margaret immediately began licking, their pink tongues touching. The sight of two big-titted women in lingerie was too much.

I couldn't hold back; I exploded into Eden's mouth. She gulped it down, denying her sister any cum. Margaret laid back, looking like a brat. I should have spanked her bottom, but I was too comfortable.

"Margaret, go get some drinks."

She looked pissed but wisely didn't say anything except,

"Yes, sir."

I pulled Eden up, so she was lying beside me. Holding her chin, I looked her in the eye.

"What's bothering you, Eden, is it Margaret?"

"Oh no... sir, I don't know what's wrong with me, sir, I'm fine."

"Do you want me to use my belt on you until you tell me?"

"You can beat me if you want; I probably deserve it."

She started to tremble,

"Do you want me to get your belt, Master?"

Just then, Margaret returned with a pitcher of screwdrivers.

"We will talk tomorrow, Eden."

The girls were up early; I swear I heard Eden vomiting; maybe she drank too much.

They were both in the kitchen,

"Good morning, girls. Have you thought about what you're wearing tonight?"

Margaret was first to answer."

"I've got everything laid out for your approval, sir."

"Me too, Master."

"Fine, girls, I've got some things this morning so you two can relax. I want your hair teased for tonight, so I expect you to be in curlers when I return.

I spent most of the day checking on things, so I didn't return until after three o'clock.

When I walked in, they were both upstairs. I could hear the sound of high heels on hardwood floors as they rushed to greet me. My dick twitched, observing the sisters descend the stairs—their dark taupe nylon stockings shining in the afternoon sun.

I've trained them so well that they prefer to be dressed in lingerie and high heels. But what turned me on was that they both had their hair in curlers. We went into the family room, and sitting on the couch, they waited for me to tell them it was okay to sit with me.

"Do you want us to do anything, Master?"

"Yes, Margaret, get your dog bowls from the kitchen."

She hated drinking from the bowls in front of strangers; she should never have told me.

"Margaret put them on the hearth."

Ralph and his friends were due at seven o'clock, so we had plenty of time.

"I want you in waist cinchers and sheer black nylons, with black bra and panties; now get moving.

I finished my drink and walked upstairs.

Looking in at Eden, she was just finishing clipping her stockings, her waist cincher pulled tight, giving a real hourglass figure. She looked at me,

"I'm almost ready, sir."

"I'll see you downstairs, Eden."

Margaret was ready; she had chosen a sleeveless dark blue dress with a deep vee neck and four-inch blue high heels. Eden wasn't far behind, in a brown skintight dress with a scoop neck and brown heels.

The girls were nervous; each had been drinking and they were beginning to show it.

Ralph was right on time. Margaret answered the door, relieved that his two friends were easily in their seventies. Introductions were made, and Ralph and his friends Joe and Ken sat on the couch.

I sat back, enjoying my power. Breaking the silence. I looked at the sisters.

"Girls, kneel on the floor facing each other. Show our guests how much you love each other. What about it guys? Do you want to see them kiss?"

Ralph and his friends nodded in silence.

Their dresses had to be hitched up for them to kneel. But they knew what to do. They were so close their oversized tits touched.

"Now, kiss each other."

They hesitated a moment. Then their mouths sagged open, their pink tongues darting out, seeking each other. Eden was getting into it, her hands reaching out to squeeze her sister's ripe tits. Margaret wrapped her arms around Eden, holding her close. Her little sister mauled her tits, biting and sucking her large nipples. They were oblivious to the men watching. I let them make out for a moment, but when Eden's hand strayed to Margaret's cunt, it was time to stop.

"Margaret, get some drinks."

Reluctantly, she untangled herself from Eden.

She knew what was expected of her. She hiked her dress up while standing, making a feeble attempt to pull her dress down, her nylon-covered legs on display. She turned toward the kitchen, taking small steps to get her boobs bouncing. Her stocking tops were exposed by the time she got to the door. The leg show did not go unnoticed. The men's attention turned to Eden, hiking her dress up as she perched on a bar stool.

I might as well show the control I had over her. I reached into a bag and pulled out a eight inch fully veined dildo, walking over to her. I said,

"Open your mouth."

She flushed red as I pushed it into her waiting mouth.

"Eden, give the guys a little show."

She held it before her face, closed her eyes, and took it into her mouth. Slobbering over it, she moaned in pleasure. I let her humiliate herself, then took it away from her, spit running out of her mouth.

"Eden, show your guests your ass."

She slowly slid off the stool, smoothing her dress.

"That's a pretty dress, but it's not short enough."

Standing before the couch, she smiled at them and slowly inched up her dress until her stocking tops and silver clasps were exposed. Her dress bunched up to her waist. Without being told, she turned and bent at her knees, wiggling her ass at the three men.

Margaret walked in with the drinks. Eden stood up, looking to me for instructions.

"Would you girls like a drink,"

Margaret turned red.

"Girls, bring me your bowls."

I poured screwdrivers into the bowls and placed them on the floor.

"You girls look thirsty, but you don't deserve to drink from glasses. I'll let you drink from the dog bowls, but first, take off your dresses; then, you can drink."

Standing in the middle of the room, they removed their dresses. I was getting scared. Ralph and his friends were sweating, looking at two beautiful women stripped down to their underwear and stockings. If they were going to have a heart attack, now would be the time.

I looked at Margaret and her sister, smiling, I said.

"Girls have a drink."

They got down on all fours, their asses facing the couch. Margaret was silently crying, her tears running down her face.

There wasn't a sound in the room except the sisters lapping their drinks.

When they had finished, I told them to remain that way, with their faces on the floor and their asses up.

"Gentleman, feel free to check out their rear ends."

Ralph rasped,

"Can we touch them?"

"You can do whatever you want except fuck them."

They didn't need any more permission.

Running their hands over the girl's butts, they wasted no time reaching in between their legs, caressing their tender mounds.

Eden was getting turned on, sticking her ass up higher, giving free access to her cunt. Ralph had worked his fingers under Eden's panties and was finger fucking her. I had to break it off.

"That's enough ass play for now; stand up ladies, and put your hands behind your backs."

Eden had a smile on her face, waiting to serve. Margaret, on the other hand, looked mortified. Eden's tits had overflowed her lace cups, and with her nipples standing straight out, she was an easy target. Joe lifted her tits by the nipples, then letting them go watching them bounce.

"Come on guys, Margaret loves her tits slapped, now's your chance."

Ralph pulled her cups down and began slapping and sucking her tits. To her credit, she kept her hands behind her back and was moaning with each slap.

Margaret looked at me to make them stop. Instead, I smiled at her; she needed more to break her.

I threw two sets of handcuffs to the guys.

"Cuff them up; it's time for blow jobs."

Eden leaned forward, making it easier to cuff her.

Margaret's lips were pressed together in a frown. "On your knees, girls, it's time for a "Facial."

They sunk to their knees with some difficulty.

I moved Margaret closer to Eden, so their cheeks were touching.

"The sisters love cum on their faces, and if you want to spit on them, they don't mind. It's a reminder of a woman's place and knowing their only duty is to please men."

Eden was all smiles, while Margaret looked like she wanted to die.

These old guys must have taken a heavy dose of Viagra because they were as stiff as a twenty-year-old. They wasted no time forcing their dicks into the girl's mouths. Eden was putting on a show of gagging while she spit out pre-cum and spit, begging someone to smear it on her face. Margaret was rolling her eyes and deep-throating, but I could tell her heart wasn't in it. These old guys had more stamina than I would have thought possible.

Ralph was the first, jerking his cock off inches from Eden's face shooting his cum in her eyes. Joe was next; his load went up Margaret's nose and into her sputtering mouth. Next was Ken spraying his cum on Margaret's eyes, causing her to moan, begging someone to wipe her eyes, but no one did.

They must have taken me seriously about spitting because they all did. Eden leaned back, offering her face, moaning as the saliva ran down her face into her mouth. Ken held Margaret by her teased-up hair,

"I always wanted to spit on a pretty woman's face."

He spit on her forehead, the spit mixed with cum ran into her eyes.

I left them cuffed, their heads hanging, letting the cum drip down on their tits.

I saw Ralph and his friends to the door; they couldn't thank me enough. Closing the door, I looked at the sisters, still cuffed, afraid to ask me to release them. Margaret was crying softly, her head resting on Eden's big cum covered tits.

I took a picture of them and sat down with a drink.

I still haven't found out what was bothering Eden.

I could torture her to make her tell me, but she would probably like it.

I walked over to them; they looked up at me, knowing what was next. I pulled my dick out, and, standing over them, I jerked off on their faces, making sure to seal their eyes.

I uncuffed the ladies and went to bed, leaving them to clean up.

About half an hour later, I heard them on the steps.

I heard Margaret settle into her bed, but nothing from Eden's room. Then, I heard Eden vomiting. Something was going on with her. I will find out tomorrow.