Sold For Pleasure Vol. 3

We each swooned at the statement and gripped his rigid tool, our mouths sliding rhythmically up and down his shaft. He allowed us to suck for a little longer before pulling me up and bending me over the kitchen table while instructing Bettie to sit in front of me. She obeyed without question. I watched as she pulled down her skirt and her panties, easing them down slowly while watching Norman slide his fingers over my silky tulip. She stroked her fingers over her rose bud, asking if I wanted to taste her sweet nectar.

I nodded, entranced by the fluid motion of her hand over her vulva. It made me moan softly as she scooted across the table towards me with her legs open, offering her delicious flower to my lips. Norman pressed his member into my feminine portal and waited for me to soak up the nectar in front of me before pushing inside. I groaned. It was intoxicating to have him inside me again. I burned with elation at the sensation of him pushing between my petals, digging deep into the fields of love where reality fell away.

I perished with every thrust only to be reborn as a new woman. This new me would be the most honest and obedient woman than the previous one. She would bend to his every will and quench every sexual thirst he had. As I rocked forward into the sweet honey garden of my beautiful sister, I bayed with joy in celebration of our new situation. It was like rediscovering an old passion, him between my delicate petals, and I was beside myself with the pleasure of it all.

Bettie moaned loudly as I lapped at her delicious petals, getting closer to climax as Normal plowed deep into my tulip. Our moans grew in a crescendo, dancing high above our bodies and echoing throughout the house as Norman gave one last loud grunt. He pumped hard against my bottom and I squealed. Bettie shook beneath my lips and I sucked harder to get her into a place of ecstasy. A wave of heat washed over my pelvis and took over, causing me to shudder underneath the weight of Norman thrusting into me.

Another moan signaled our climax and the three of us rattled with pleasurable delight. Norman came hard inside of me as Bettie bucked in my mouth, her legs shivering against the glass table. She knocked over the vase of roses, giggling as she came down from her high. I smiled as she let her head fall back. Behind me, Norman was panting and sweating heavily. He swatted my bottom.

“Goodness, woman,” he said. “You always wore me out.”

I giggled.

“Anything for you, sir,” I replied while wiping my lips.

I helped Bettie off the table and she gently placed a kiss on my lips. It felt like we all needed a hot shower, my thigh muscles tensing from leaning against the table. Norman patted my bottom.

“Why don’t you get your sister cleaned up and then we can start preparing for the rest of the day?” Norman suggested.

“Yes, sir,” I replied while nodding my head and taking Bettie’s hand. “We’ll freshen up for you.”

Norman smiled and laid kisses upon our foreheads, waving as we walked towards the bedroom where the bathroom was located. As Bettie and I stepped under the warm water, we giggled and joked while blowing bubbles around the shower. It was wonderful to spend such joyful time with my sister, our laughter carrying over into the next room and likely brought a smile to our master’s face.

The happiness we felt seemed to have no end. It would forever drive us forward to be better and stronger, to work hard for each other and be supportive. I hoped it would always be this way. Now that we had each other, there was nothing that could possibly get in the way of our bond. I would make sure of that.

Chapter Three

The next day, Norman went off to his job as he usually did around 8:00 AM while the ladies and I stayed at home. Courtney was telling us all about her modeling career and how she’s traveled the world over posing for famous photographers such as Marques Mellon, Judy Garcia, and Wallace Fields. We were in awe of the collection she had stored on her laptop, and Bettie and I sat right next to her as she showed us each picture.

“This one is from a fashion shoot in London,” she said while pulling up a photograph of her posing in a corset. “It’s my favorite because of the goth look.”

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Bettie commented. “And your hair looks amazing black! It really matches your complexion.”

Courtney beamed.

“Norman insisted that I dyed it back to blond the next day. He liked it, but said it didn’t quite suit my exuberant personality,” she explained.

“You look good in anything, Courtney,” I commented.

She smiled.

“So do you, dear,” she replied.

I blushed and she continued to swipe through photos, opening the web browser to go to one of her photographer’s websites. When she searched for a specific picture, a slew of results came up in the web search that caught my attention. It looked like it might have been my face, but I stifled the urge to lean over Courtney’s shoulder. I didn’t want to disrespect her presentation.

“What’s that?” Bettie asked while pointing to the screen.

“I saw that, too,” I said. “I wasn’t sure if it was—”

Courtney clicked on the picture to enlarge it and Bettie gasped. I nearly dropped my glass of lemonade. As I set it on the desk, Courtney scrolled through a few more pictures and we quickly realized that Claus hadn’t held up his end of the bargain.

“That…scoundrel…” I said while shaking with rage.

I could hardly contain myself. It was beyond upsetting to see our faces plastered on the screen, mascara running down our faces as tears of pain stained our necks. I remembered that shoot. It was the day that Claus had introduced a bit of pain into our regular routine. He had attached nipple clamps to both Bettie and I and had us put weight against them. It was grueling work that made my nipples sore for a week after that, making it difficult for me to enjoy any sort of stimulation in the following weeks.

As I studied the screen, the images became blurry and I realized I was already crying. A sob caused me to hiccup and I leaned forward against Courtney’s shoulder. She wrapped her arm around me as Bettie took my hand, assuring me that everything would be alright. It was funny having our roles reversed. I was typically the one comforting her whenever a challenging issue arose, but here she was comforting me. I must have been a good role model.

“We’ll take care of this, darling. Norman will not allow this to persist now that you’re back under our protection,” Courtney said.