Cleanup Time!

Ken rolled the semi-conscious Ebony off the almost recovered Ivory and spun Ivory herself over, revealing sweat-covered breasts and a cunt so flushed it looked like a fountain, on fire. “Huh?” she asked.

Before she could respond, Ken ripped the strap-on from Ebony’s waist and lifted her over her ****’s face. A thin stream of cum dripped from Ebony’s ass onto Ivory’s cheek, as Ebony almost collapsed, holding onto Ivory’s huge tits for support, provoking a loud and need-filled moan from the submissive blonde.

“You’ve earned the right to clean your mistress,” he whispered, “she told me so.” At those words, Ivory’s empty eyes lit up with purpose and began tonguing out her mistress’s ass with a vigor that provoked a light in Ebony’s eyes, in turn.

Ken knelt over Ivory’s stomach, his slowly-softening cock smearing trails of cum onto her soft skin and he kissed Ebony firmly as her eyes began to wake up.

She leaned forward, into the kiss, driving the breath from Ivory and a puff of air up into Ebony’s ass, along with her tongue, which, in the course of giving Ebony a rimjob was also sucking each drop of cum Ken had filled it with.

Ebony’s hands abandoned her ****’s tits, fastening on Ken’s face as she kissed him. He matched her attempts at possessiveness, easily overpowering his over-stimulated pet and her hands dropped submissively to rub his filthy cock. After a moment, Ken was able to **** himself to stand and with his cock dangling in front of her, Ebony wasted no time in slipping her lips open and his cock inside, cleansing every trace of semen, saliva and her own ass from the cock that had so thoroughly (and pleasantly) buggered her mere moments before. At the same time, her own **** was cleansing the evidence from her ass.

After a few (extremely long and pleasant) moments, Ken pulled himself away from Ebony’s sucking mouth and grasping hands and got dressed. With Ken gone, Ebony was free to focus on Ivory and she did, by getting off her filthy ****, slapping away hands trying to hold her black ass against Ivory’s mouth. “Good girl,” she said, “You’ve earned another orgasm, hurry up and take it.”

Ivory’s hands instantly flew to her cunt and began to frig herself roughly and quickly. Ken’s eyes rested on the writhing and masturbating blonde as Ebony dressed herself as best she could in the sweat-soaked remnants of clothing that had barely covered her before and sat down on Ken’s lap. “How’d you know?” she asked, in the tones of an exhausted, but sated woman.

Ken answered slowly as they watched Ivory shove a third finger inside her cunt as her other hand squeezed her breasts and the floor, searching for something else, something to fuck herself with. “I didn’t.”

Ivory’s hand closed on the crop and she used the handle to diddle herself, “Then how?” Ebony asked, turning to face the man whose lap she occupied.

“No one’s that blind to gayness without being seriously homophobic, which she isn’t, unless they’re repressing something. After I knew the bisexuality was repressed, creating a story that linked it to other, maybe lesser repressed desires was easy.”

“So,” Ebony’s eyes locked on his as Ivory **** a finger into her ass and fucked her box roughly with the crop, “did you create her desire, or discover it?”

“Beats me,” Ken replied as Ivory moaned, writhing on the floor as the orgasm Ebony had permitted her overwhelmed her, then she lay still.

“So, what now?” Ebony asked, absorbing that information slowly.