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That way I could perform all day and all night--all week-- if necessary without pause."
"Oh," Abby replied, "that’s horrible. Do I have to do or say something?"
"Yes, but you don’t have to. I’ve fucked many, many times without cumming. I’m used to it."
"But, darling, I WANT you to cum. It’s selfish and cruel to make love and ignore your partner’s needs. What do I have to do?"
"First you have to tell me, ‘you have permission to cum,’ that will get me ready, but I won’t cum until you say, ‘cum now!’"
"Very well Consuela, ‘you have my permission to cum.’" Consuela inhaled deeply as she moaned repeatedly. After a minute or so Abby told her, ‘Consuela, cum now!’" Consuela’s hips drove more than a foot off the bed as she had a tremendous orgasm. No less than ten times did Consuela shoot buckets of cum into Abby’s womb. Viscous white liquid flowed from Abby's cunt like a river as she and her lover caught their breath. Abby looked down at Consuela. Her eyes were closed, her face was a mask of contentment; Abby kissed her lover, her husband, her girlfriend, her…? It was confusing, but it felt so good—so very fucking good.
Eventually they recovered; Abby was hungry—she hadn’t eaten all day and she was sure Consuela hadn’t eaten in almost two days. "Let’s get up. I’m hungry and I’ll bet you’re starving. This is your dresser. There are clothes in there for you—they should fit. If they don’t we’ll just buy more. That’s your closet; there’s a robe on the back of the door. I’ll get cook to fix us something. Any idea what you want?
"Yeah—right now I feel like a guy—steak." Abby laughed as she said, "Coming right up." She kissed Consuela again and moved purposefully to the kitchen. Consuela used the time to look around the bedroom. She was amazed by all the pictures of Abby and Jason. She opened her closet—it was a large walk-in that was loaded with clothes—all in excellent taste and all extremely sexy. Checking the sizes it looked as though most would fit. Consuela wandered through the other rooms. There were four large bedrooms in addition to the master and three additional baths. She turned when she heard her name. Tightening the silk robe she found her way to the kitchen, noticing a short, plump woman running back and forth creating the meal. There were three filets on a gas grill right in the kitchen. A stainless exhaust fan hummed as it removed the smoke from the room.
Through a doorway she heard Abby. Finding her, Abby gave her a glass of red wine as she pushed a button on a remote. The drapes moved back revealing the most beautiful view Consuela had ever seen. "C’mon, let’s go out on the patio. It’s a beautiful evening, all the more so because you’re here with me." She held Consuela’s hand as they walked through the door and sat together on a loveseat. If cook thought there was anything strange about this arrangement she kept her thoughts to herself. By now Carlo had shared the news about Miss Abby’s husband.
They ate a delightful meal, the best Consuela had eaten in more than ten years. Abby thanked the cook and led Consuela back to bed. Again they made love, Abby encouraging Consuela to cum after she had only a single orgasm. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.
They made love two or three times a day, making up for time lost over the last ten years. Abby didn’t ask what Consuela wanted to do about her body—she didn’t care. She was having so much fun making love to her first "woman" that she never wanted to stop. Most mornings Consuela woke with Abby’s mouth latched onto her teat.
Consuela had been back a week when Abby walked into the bedroom sporting a black leather strap-on with a huge black dildo. "C’mon girl, let’s give that ass a stretching." Consuela couldn’t get into position fast enough. She backed against the edge of the bed, placing her ass just above the level of the dildo. Abby drizzled lube onto the dildo then moved the bottle just over Consuela’s ass. Her fingers worked the lube in, stretching her anus—preparing it for the large intruder. However, Abby needn’t have worried. Consuela had experienced anal sex more than four thousand times in the brothel. Her ass would stretch all by itself. Abby leaned forward, the latex cock pressing against her anus. With a hesitant push the anus opened and Consuela pushed back, impaling her ass on the dick.
Abby placed her hands on Consuela’s back, rubbing it to soothe her. "I’m OK, Abby," she said, "in fact, better than OK. I told you how much I love this. Hold off telling me to cum until you’ve had at least one orgasm."
"Thank you, my darling, but this is for you. I’ve had such great sex since you’ve returned I can afford to be generous." She pounded Consuela’s ass for almost ten minutes when she told her lover, "You have my permission to cum." Two minutes later she added, "Cum now!" Consuela shuddered as she rose up, her back vertical. Abby held her tightly, caressing her breasts as she ejaculated all over the sheets. Abby couldn’t believe how much semen shot out of her lover’s cock. She understood now why she always leaked after a good fucking.
Ten-plus years as a slave had an obvious impact on Consuela. Abby became the dominant partner even thought she tried to treat Consuela as an equal. Consuela was so submissive she even had trouble giving orders to the servants. She had been a member of the household about two weeks when Abby called a meeting of the staff, telling them about Consuela and how she had been trapped as a sex slave in a brothel in Mexico. She told them also that they should extend every conceivable courtesy to Consuela, even more than they would give her. Anyone who couldn’t do that would be dismissed immediately.
Although most of the clothes Abby had purchased for Consuela fit her, the two lovers decided to go shopping—Consuela had the right to pick her own clothing and style. It was in an exclusive shop that Abby met one of her closest friends. Conversing in fluent Portuguese she introduced Consuela as her "girlfriend."
"I didn’t know the wind blew that way with you, Abby," her friend Emma replied, "If I did I would have given you a shot long ago."
"Well, Emma, I do and I don’t. Consuela is…."
"What Abby means," Consuela added in fluent Spanish even though the other two were speaking Portuguese, "is that I was once her husband. I was abducted in Mexico and forced to become a she-male sex slave. That’s why I have these even though technically I’m still a male. For now I’m still a female in appearance." Emma was speechless so Abby and Consuela took their leave, returning to their shopping.
Consuela had been home for just over two months when she and Abby said almost simultaneously, "I need to talk to you." After a good laugh Abby told her to go first. "I’ve made two big decisions, Abby. First, I want to stay here with you forever, and second, I’m going to stay as a woman. I think a lot of the problems I had years ago came from my gender confusion. I couldn’t really face those problems so I looked for another outlet—slavery. Is that OK with you?"
"Oh, darling, I love you so much. It doesn’t matter one bit what sex you want to be, although I must admit I love playing with your beautiful tits. I know now why men love them so much. OK, now my news—I’m glad you went first. You’re going to be a mother. I’m pregnant. I couldn’t be happier." The look on Consuela’s face told her the feeling was one hundred percent mutual.
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