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To serve is to love

But can Kirsten serve a master and a mistress?

Kirsten loved her best friend Lea’s wedding to Kirsten’s brother Sean — and their lover Andy. But she is discovering that her lingering love for Lea may have been stronger than she realized.

Kirsten loves men. Kirsten loves women. But Kirsten is very much without either at the moment.

When the best man, Prior, and his beautiful bride Cherry invite Kirsten to help send Sean, Andy, and Lea off on their honeymoon celebration, Kirsten agrees happily.

And when the gorgeous black couple ask if Kirsten wants to spend the night as their handmaiden…

Well, how is Kirsten going to say no to that?

The second in a series of sequels to The Visitor Has Company, this short story can be read on its own or as part of The Visitor Saga.

(FFM bisexual interracial ménage. FFF and implied MMM. Adult readers only.)

Extract:

Kirsten shivered, gazing at the gorgeous couple who were standing inches from her.

Cherry pressed up against Prior, pulling off her husband’s jacket and letting it drop to the ground. “You gonna let those bridegrooms come in your mouth so they can make their bride scream all night, Prior-honey?”

He popped the studs on the front of his tux shirt. “Uh-huh. You gonna make the bride cream all over your tongue so she’s nice and wet for them, Cherry-baby?”

Cherry purred, tearing off his shirt and letting it drop on top of the jacket. “You gonna stop me?”

“F___ no,” he growled.

Then they both turned to Kirsten, their dark eyes piercing her. Cherry reached out a mocha hand and took Kirsten’s sweaty, pale one. “You gonna let us f__ you till you scream, Kirsten, baby?”

Fighting down a giggle, Kirsten gave a quick curtsy and gasped, “As it pleases my lady.”

Cherry’s cheeks darkened, washing out her freckles. “Damn. A handmaiden. I like the sound of that.”

Prior hugged his wife from behind, pushing up Cherry’s breasts so that the wide, dark areolas peeked above her black dress’s plunging neckline. “I think both of y’all are gonna need to play handmaids for Miss Lea.” He slipped his fingers into the dress and tweaked one nipple, so that both of them pushed like pinkies through the silk and Cherry hissed. “If y’all are really gonna get her good and wet…”

Cherry gasped, and then growled, “So long as you remember who’s the mistress here.”

Prior bit his wife’s ear. “Yes, my lady.” He winked at Kirsten and then bowed out of their way.

Cherry laughed, and Kirsten found herself giggling along.