"Hurry up," she snapped, slapping my leg as soon as I was within reach. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me on to the bed on the other side of Ian, so that he was sandwiched between two women. This presumably should have been the culmination of his fantasies, and yet he had that strangely distracted expression he had worn earlier, as though his thoughts were far away. Indeed, he even seemed to be staring into the distance, quite unconnected with the events unfolding around him. I was so curious I turned round to see what he was looking at, but could see nothing.

Sue was still holding my wrist and she pulled it towards Ian's flaccid cock. It was still slick with their combined juices, its head livid and the eye slightly swollen. She forced me to grip it and I flinched at the cold, sticky mess. Sue, alert as only the truly malevolent can be, spotted my reluctance and immediately leaped on it.

"Yes, you're right, it is still a bit messy down there, isn't it?" She reached and grabbed my hair dragging me downwards until my face was perched above Ian's groin, his cock just inches from me. "So you'd best clean it up, as well. Come on bitch." She pulled me forward so that I was pressed against him, my nose buried in his pubic hair and his cock lolling again my cheek. I could smell the combined aromas of sweat and semen, powerful and sharp. Relentlessly, Sue pulled at my hair, forcing me on, impelling me to stretch towards his rising cock. It was a fraction of an inch away, glistening and red, and I had only to stretch out my tongue.

Which I did.

I lapped gingerly at the base of his cock, tasting the saltiness, feeling the heat of his flesh beneath the cooling liquids. I licked longer and harder, travelling the length of his rapidly rising dick, skirting round either side and drawing along the base, rising up to his swelling head. I slipped it momentarily into my mouth and sucked, instantly feeling it swell between my lips. Tickling my tongue along it, I flicked gently against the flaps of skin at its base, finding some final vestiges of sperm hidden in their folds and sucking them into my mouth.

As expected, Sue was not taking kindly to being usurped, her place at the centre of attention taken by a mere slave girl. She pulled at me roughly and replaced my lips with her hand, gripping his now completely erect cock and squeezing it savagely.

"That's me clean," Ian said, stretching on the bed with a satisfied smile.

"Hmm, bitch has done a good job," she replied, grazing her nail against his delicate skin.

"Expect you could do with some cleaning out now," he said cautiously.

"What?"

"You. You must still have some of my stuff inside you. What better way to treat a slave girl than have her clean you out so you're ready for action again."

Sue's face clouded over, and I could sense she was in a quandary. I guessed she didn't much fancy the idea, but the chance to inflict a new humiliation on me was hard to resist. She seemed on the point of refusing, but Ian pressed on.

"Think about it. Sitting on top of her, letting all my juices slide out of you and into her mouth. Making her lick you clean. Flattening yourself on top of her 3;"

Temptation proved too great for Sue and she pushed me on to my back. Ian moved aside and she slid towards me, keeping her legs closed to prevent any of the juices from leaking out before they reached their destination. She pulled her knee close to my ear and I waited stoically as she swung her leg over and bestrode me triumphantly. Resting on her knees, she towered above me, her cunt hovering inches from my face. Moving her knees to the side she opened herself up, at the some time lowering herself towards me, and groped at her lips with her fingers, easing them apart, opening herself up in front of me. Her cunt was deep red and slimy, with gobbets of silver-grey sperm still clinging to the walls. Inexorably, they began to slide towards me, gravity forcing them from her and onto my waiting lips.

"Open wide, bitch," she said grinning, and as I opened my mouth the first drop broke free and landed on my tongue. Another followed and another, a steady creep of semen dripping into me.

"Swallow," she said, and I swallowed. What else could I do?

Finally, she lowered herself on to my face and ground her cunt against my face, forcing her lips onto my waiting mouth. Tentatively, I stroked upwards with my tongue and lapped at her, tasting the salty bitterness, feeling the slimy texture of her lips. She bucked and arced above me, forcing herself hard on my mouth, impelling me to lick her long and hard. I sucked and sucked, drawing every vestige of his juices from her, swallowing, cleaning her cunt.

Sue leaned backwards, altering her angle, and I found my mouth resting beneath her arse. She pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her arse to me, and sat down, forcing herself on me, her hole hard on my mouth.

"Oh yes," she cried.

"What?" I heard Ian say.

"Got her tonguing my arse now. What a horny little bitch."

"Great, I think that's enough," he said. "Okay, that'll do, now."

"What?" said Sue, incomprehendingly. As I lay on the bed, half suffocated by Sue, I had no idea what was going on but I could sense her consternation. From outside I heard the tread of footsteps on the stair. As Sue pulled herself away from me I looked up and watched in amazement as the door swung open and Nadia and my Master walked in.

"Hello, Sue," he said with an air of menace I had never before heard from him. "What have we here? Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. I think you're in a spot of trouble."