The day was hot and sultry, the kind that made one yearn for a cool glass of champagne to quench their thirst. Miss Dula and her partner, Lady Sophie, strolled leisurely along a serene country lane, their heels clicking against the gravel path as they made their way towards an idyllic meadow. They chatted pleasantly, the rustling of the leaves providing a soothing background melody to their conversation.
As they walked, Miss Dula noticed her slave lagging behind, his face flushed and damp with sweat despite his best efforts to keep up. "You look parched, little one," she said with a glance over her shoulder. "Why don't we make this more enjoyable for you?"
Lady Sophie smiled wickedly and opened her picnic basket, revealing two chilled bottles of champagne nestled inside. "Why not share the wealth?" she offered, unscrewing the cap of one and handing it to the slave. The man grabbed it gratefully, eagerly twisting off the top and taking a long draught from the bottle.
The sweet, effervescent liquid flowed down his throat like cool water on a hot day, and he let out a contented sigh as he savored the taste. "Delicious, Mistresses," he murmured, passing the bottle back to them.
"There's more where that came from," Miss Dula assured him, filling his glass again and then her own. They continued their stroll, the slave now walking just behind them, sipping his champagne occasionally but mostly just enjoying the pleasant buzz that was starting to take hold.
As they neared the meadow, the women grew animated, their steps quickening as they discussed the various ways they could entertain themselves in such an idyllic setting. The slave trailed behind, watching their playful banter with growing fascination. When they finally reached the lush green grass, they spread out a blanket and kicked off their shoes, basking in the warm sun.
They both lay back, eyes closed against the bright sky, arms stretched above their heads as they soaked up the rays. The slave watched them, his libido beginning to stir at the sight of their bare skin and the gentle sway of their bodies against the soft grass. He lay down, feeling foolish for his desire but unable to quench it. Miss Dula noticed his discomfort and giggled, reaching for the bottle of champagne.
"Kneel over there," she instructed, pointing to a spot closer to the edge of the meadow. The slave obeyed, his heart pounding with anticipation. She poured him another drink, this time filling the entire glass, before climbing on top of him, her skirt riding up to reveal glimpses of her shapely legs. Lady Sophie followed suit, straddling his face while he knelt beneath her.
The slave's senses were overloaded as he felt their soft skin against his own and breathed in their intoxicating scents. He eagerly lapped at Lady Sophie's juicy pussy, savoring the saltiness of her essence and the warmth radiating from her body. Meanwhile, Miss Dula straddled his chest, her breasts teasingly brushing against his face as she sipped her champagne.
"Such a good boy," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Drink up, my dear. You know you can't stop until the bottle is empty." The slave nodded, chugging down the rest of the champagne in one go. It burned its way down his throat, making him see stars for a moment before settling into a pleasant buzz.
Miss Dula leaned down to kiss him, their lips locking in a heated embrace that sent shivers down his spine. She grabbed the empty bottle, removing the label and rolling it between her fingers. "Enjoying yourself?" she asked, a teasing gleam in her eye. The slave nodded fervently, unable to form words as she continued to grind her hips against him. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny vial, uncorking it to reveal a thick, white liquid inside.
"This should help," she whispered, dripping the liquid onto his cock before rubbing it in circles. His member twitched at the feeling, growing hard beneath her touch. He looked up at her, hopeful and terrified at the same time, unsure of what she had in store for him.
Miss Dula leaned back, taking another sip of her champagne as Lady Sophie began to ride him, their bodies melding together in a rhythmic dance. She watched them with a mix of amusement and lust, her own arousal clear to see. It was clear to the slave that he no longer bore any control over the situation - he was at the mercy of his Mistresses' whims.
The women drank and fucked, oblivious to the world around them. The slave watched, mesmerized by their beauty and power, as they drank bottle after bottle of champagne, becoming drunker and more confident with each passing minute. They toasted to their own prowess, giggling maniacally as they took turns riding him hard. The day became a haze of pleasure and pain, the lines between them blurring until he could no longer tell who was in control.
Finally, when his cock ached and his body trembled with the effort of holding back, Miss Dula leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Drink it all," she commanded, pouring the last drops of champagne into his mouth. He opened his eyes to see Lady Sophie positioning herself above him, her pussy glistening with excitement.
With a final, determined gulp, he drained the last drop of champagne. Lady Sophie lowered herself onto his cock, and with a triumphant cry, they went over the edge together, consumed by the ecstasy of their shared experience. As they rode out their orgasms, the slave couldn't help but wonder what else she might have in store for him - but for now, he was content to bask in the afterglow of their double victory.
