"Just treat her well, and she'll do whatever you ask."

"Whatever?" Pete replied.

"Pretty much, yes."

They continued to talk as if I wasn't there. I sat with my head on Barbara's lap, stroking her thigh gently, as my Master and Pete discussed what I might and might not do. I listened with embarrassment as they discussed my oral technique, and how much I would lick, and where. I could tell that Pete was getting more and more turned on, and knew it wouldn't be long before I was called into action.

"What about my ass?" Pete asked.

"Oh yeah, she's happy to lick there. Particularly adept, in fact." My face reddened. I wasn't at all happy to lick there; not for Pete anyway, not for that lardbucket. But I knew I would.

"Okay Harriet, time for action," he called. "I need some hand relief." I crawled over towards him and leaned on his knee. He was quite red in the face with excitement, and sweating profusely. I reached up and tugged at his zip, yanking it down; fumbling with the button of his trousers, I slipped it loose and spread his trousers open. His cock lay stiff within his knickers, and I felt its length, squeezing it through the cotton fabric. He moaned.

I tugged at his trousers and pulled them off him, allowing myself unencumbered access. I gripped his knickers with both hands and eased them up off his erection and clear, stripping them down his legs and off, and his cock sprung free before me. It was uncircumcised, about six inches or so, and reasonably thick; rather nice, in fact, though I prefer a circumcised cock. Wrapping my hand around it, I squeezed gently, feeling it harden under my touch, and started to wank him slowly. I watched his foreskin, fascinated, as it slid up and down, half covering his helmet, then sliding free and seemingly disappearing. He was very hard by now, his tip purple and glistening.

"Lick," he ordered, and I bent forward and kissed it. It is always strange touching a cock for the first time, especially when you have been commanded to do so rather than chosen. He was hot as I traced my tongue the length of his prick, and I felt an involuntary spasm from it as my tongue slid off the end of his foreskin and onto his tip. I held it upwards and licked up and down, from tip to balls, tip to balls, over and over. Gradually my tongue worked lower, and I resumed wanking his cock with my hand as I slid my tongue around his balls, slipping them into my mouth, sucking, stroking, playing.

"Barbara, you too," he shouted at his wife, and she too crawled over to him. I felt her warm skin against mine as she sidled up close to him and without hesitation took his cock into her mouth. I still had my hand around it, and I continued to wank him into Barbara's mouth, my finger occasionally slipping inside as well, where her tongue would rasp pleasantly against it. Up and down Barbara went on his cock, rising and falling in time with my hand. Meanwhile, Pete had manoeuvred himself into a freer position, with his bum raised from the seat. I continued to lick at his balls, scratching with my other hand along his perineum.

This had a profound effect on him; he started to moan and buck and at first I thought he was about to come on the spot. Barbara slowed the action of her pumping on his cock, and I adjusted the speed of my wanking accordingly. Stretching my neck, I ran my tongue down his balls and traced the line of his perineum, licking him gently from testicles to arse. He smelled slightly musky, but not unpleasant, and I continued to lick and suck. Stretching his legs wider apart, he eased himself further open and I pushed my face further down. My tongue was sliding up now towards his arse and I prised it between his cheeks, probing as deep as I could go. Pete edged forward in his chair, reclining on his back. I grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled them apart, allowing my face clear access, and my tongue found his arsehole.

I flicked casually against it a few times. Pete was groaning loudly by now, and both Barbara and I sensed he was about to come, telepathically speeding up our motions at the same moment. I pushed my tongue against him, probing and pressing, sliding a fraction inside him. That did it. With a bellow, Pete came, his cock throbbing under my hand, expelling his come into Barbara's mouth as she continued to piston up and down on him. He went on for some seconds, and I kept my tongue in its place, licking his arse and probing for entry.

"Barbara, don't swallow," he cried through gritted teeth, as his climax began to subside. I suspect Barbara probably had swallowed some, but I could tell by the way she held her lips together that she still had some of his come swilling about her mouth. I had a horrible suspicion what was coming next.

"Kiss Harriet now," he said. "Feed it to her."

Barbara looked at me and I returned her gaze, awestruck. I was right. I had never done anything like this before, never drunk come third hand from someone else's mouth. Could I do it? I wasn't sure I wouldn't gag, but I knew I couldn't refuse, so I moved towards her and gripped her in a light embrace. She held her head back and I pressed forward to kiss her, fixing my lips over hers. Gradually, she tilted her head forward and I moved backwards, and I could feel the come, sticky and cool by now, sliding from her mouth into mine. At first a small trickle and then a large gobbet entered me and I felt it lie in my mouth, coating my tongue and teeth.

"Show me," said Pete. I broke off our kiss and turned towards him. Opening my mouth wide, I demonstrated for him. Nodding, he swallowed, indicating that I should do likewise. I did, and the substance slid uneasily down my throat.

"Wonderful," he shouted. "Now then, your Master's been very patient. But being the generous person I am, I'm prepared to let him join in our little bit of fun. I think he requires some attention now."