Rub a Bust Bust1

The Beginning

It was mid-morning when the phone rang. I answered it, “Hello, David Perz here.”

“Sir, this is Private Manor at the front gate. We’ve just cleared your delivery.”

“Thank you Private.”

I went outside to wait. It was the last week in April and the temperature in this area of Nevada was in the lower 80s. It wouldn’t be long before we were in the triple digits.

It wasn’t long before a brown UPS truck pulled up and stopped in front of me. The man in brown approached, and after glancing at his clipboard, asked, “Are you Mr. Perz?”

“That’s me.”

“I’ve got four for you. Can you sign?”

“Can I inspect them for damage first?”

I could tell he was put off by my answer but he went to the back of the truck and got the four slaves. Yes, slaves, human female slaves. Four of them.

Three Caucasian, one Hispanic. Hair colors: one blond, one black, and two brunettes. All four were covered in UPS brown cloth with a zip cord around their waist. There were also zip cords around each of their wrists attached to the waist zip cord. This allowed them to move their arms around their hips.

The driver shoved the clipboard back in my face, so I signed. After that, he quickly got back in his brown truck and drove away.

Not wanting to stay out in the hot sun any longer, I said, “Ladies, let’s get out of this heat, follow me.” I held the door open and let my new acquisitions enter their new home. I did give them a once over as each walked past.

The first one was the Hispanic. She looked in her mid-thirties, her height was about 5′ 1”, weight looked about 100 lbs, and had short black hair. All the ladies had the same short hair. It must be some sort of shipping requirement. The brown UPS covering did a very good job of hiding their figures but from the movement under the sack her breasts appeared to be about average, and it did nothing for hiding her big booty.

Next up was a white brunette. She appeared to be the oldest of the group, in her early fortys, height 5′ 4”, weight about 125 lbs. Her rack shook lower, so it looked like in her younger days she had a nice one. Probably a C, maybe even a D cup, but nature and maybe a couple of kids had its toll. Her ass was average.

Next up was the blond. She appeared to be in her late thirty’s or early forty’s, height 5′ 6”, weight about 120 lbs. Her boobs were the largest and the firmest of the four, they danced very nicely under her sackcloth. And her ass looked very nice.

The final slave was a brunette and the tallest. Hell she was taller than me! She also appeared to be the youngest, in her mid-twenties, height 5′ 11”, weight about 130 lbs. Her rack was the smallest, looked like Bs but firm. As for her butt, she had none.

Once everyone was inside I asked, “Who’s the doctor?”

The eldest answered, “I am.”

Using a pair of wire cutters I snipped her restrains. As I did, I said, “Free the others. You’re now the medical staff, so do your thing and check the others. After that everyone can freshening up and change into whatever clothing they can find, then get something to eat. I think that should take a couple of hours. It’s now 11, so meet back here at 1.” Then I left the building and headed over to my quarters to finish some paperwork.

**

When I returned a couple of hours later, all four ladies where waiting. They looked a bit fresher than earlier. Opening a door I said, “Take a seat and we’ll chat.”

Once everyone was comfortable I started, “My name is, David Perz. I’m 23 and your new owner. Up to two years ago, I had a semi-normal life. I had a mother, father, and a younger sister. I was going to an Ivy League college working on getting an MBA. Then came the White Slavery Act. A couple months after the President snuffed the First Lady, my dad did the same to his wife and daughter. But he didn’t count on grandma snuffing him before taking her own life. After everything settled I discovered that I was an orphan that owned a fertilizer factory.”

“For about a year I tried going the normal route: running a business, dating, looking for a wife, tying to start a family. But the stench of the factory and my family tragedy along with the paranoia of the WSA kept the prospective mates away. So I tossed everything and came here.”

“That’s my brief overview, now it’s time to tell me yours. Doc, you’re up, start off with your name and age.”

The older woman said, “My name is Cynthia Germain. I’m 48 years old. I was married to what I thought was a loving husband, Terry. We had two children, a son, Paul, 22, and a daughter, Rebecca, 18. I had a family practice and Terry worked at home, so no one in the family was neglected.”

“Well a month ago, when I came home, Terry told me he had converted me and I was to be nude at all times. He made me sleep on the floor, eat out of the dog bowl, and had his friends mount me like a bitch. Terry never touched me after that and a week ago he shipped me here.” At the end of her story she was in tears.

Moving the conversion forward I said, “Lawyer, you’re up.”

The Hispanic’s head popped up in surprise but she recovered and said, “My name is Elizabeth Clark, most friends call me Tory. I’m 34 years old, single, no children. I was a partner in a large law firm and dating another partner. The bastard enslaved me last week and shipped me here.” The venom pouring out of her dark eyes told me her story was over. At least for the moment.

I said, “Accountant, you’re next.”

The blond with a very nice ass and rack spoke out, “My name is Helen Beaver. I’m 42. I was married to a fuck wad called Scott. We owned our own accounting firm. My biggest regret was being too busy to have any children. Scott enslaved me right after I caught him in bed with our secretary. It was a shock to see my husband with his dick buried in Joe’s scrawny butt. Joe’s dick is even smaller than Scott’s five incher. They shipped me out after taunting me a couple of weeks with their gross sexual joinings.”

Looking at the last slave, I said, “Engineer, your turn.”

Tall and scrawny, knew she was on deck, so she immediately started, “My name is Kristen Stauffer. I’m 24 years old. This year, on New Year’s Day, I married Bill, whom I thought would be a loving and caring husband. Due to his work load, we decided to delay our official honeymoon until summer. We did have a quickie honeymoon in Las Vegas before returning to our new home. I was looking forward to starting a family with my new husband but a month ago the asshole converted me. It seems while I had been planning our wedding, my future husband had been screwing my 17 year old kid sister, Bree, and had knocked her up. Since Bree was now pregnant, she couldn’t be converted, so my father threatened Bill with statutory rape. The fucker took the easy way out, converted me and married Bree. I was forced to watch my new husband marry my kid sister, while I was naked and gagged. They kept me that way during the reception, and even let the groomsmen take turns screwing me. To top it off, I was forced to help the newlyweds consummate the wedding, before they left on a three week Mediterranean cruise. The last thing Bill did before he left was tag me for shipping.”

Moving forward I said, “Before I continue with why you are here, let me say, even though it appears that my open offer for specific slaves may have caused some of your conversions, did my offer only hasten the enviable?” I noticed a couple of the ladies seemed to grasp my meaning. I only hope that they would convince the others. It would make their transition easier.

Continuing I said, “I have a plan and it starts with the four of you.”

Over the next few minutes I laid out my master plan to make a lot of money. First I told them of my unique medical condition. A condition that caused my testicles to produced and store sperm in volumes surpassing six normal men. During a routine checkup, a doctor had noticed a huge mass on my testicles. After a battery of tests it was determined that my Epididymis, (where the sperm matures and is stored,) was six times bigger than normal and that was the mass the doctor noticed. More tests before they told me I was a freak of nature but everything was fine and in good working order, the only difference was my testicles stored more sperm. My ejaculate still contained the normal amount of sperm but I could shoot more loads before my sperm count dropped.

I knew the next part of the plan wouldn’t be very palatable to my slaves, but I believed it was key to my living comfortably to a ripe old age and have lots of sex getting there.

First I presented my case using some graphs and projections. The numbers showed that if nothing took a drastic change, in about 20 years there would be a shortage of women. And not just slaves but women in general. The way the WSA was written, the present conversion rate, the number of slave deaths due to the male lust for blood and not for pussy, the Homo Sapiens female was an endangered species. With that said, I told them it was my duty to prevent the extinction of the human race.

At that point I dropped my bombshell. I told them we were going to buy slaves and I was going to impregnate them. We were going to create a baby factory and we were going to pop babies out of slaves.

That stirred up the bitches, so I sat back and let them stew amongst themselves.

After they calmed some I refreshed their memory with the WSA law in regards to babies of slaves. The babies, no matter what gender, were free citizens. And they stayed free until falling victim to a WSA regulation. That chilled the slaves some.

Originally I had planned to leave the slaves guessing on how anyone could get rich birthing free children but I was dealing with the top percentile of intelligent women, so I laid it out on the table. I told them that unless things and the law changed, on a daughter’s 18th birthday, I was going to convert her. At that point either she ended up as breeding stock or she would be sold.

That stirred up the bitches back up, so I sat back and let them stew again.

It took much longer for them to chill some before I could continue. I let them know that anything could foil my present plan. The laws could change, nature could intervene, I might change my mind and not be able to convert my blood children. Hell we might find a better way to get rich other than me making babies, but until then, we’re a baby factory and we need to start planning as such.

Moving on to another plan to make some money. This one I knew should get a thumbs up from my slaves; preventing the conversions of wives and daughters. I told them we were going to charge a hefty fee to impregnate wives and daughters. Yep, I was going to fuck pussy for a fee in hopes to knock them up. The only tricky part would be to select the right time to mate. We would be hashing out the details over the next several days.

As to how we were going to finance my lofty plans, I informed the group, that the sale of the family fertilizer plant, along with all the other family assets, netted me a nest egg of 25 million dollars. This is the amount we needed to work with. Looking at the accountant I said, “You’ve got your work cut out for you, don’t you.” Her eyes registered her understanding of her predicament. That’s when I noticed that she had blue eyes.

That’s when it struck me, I hadn’t noticed their eye color. So I quickly corrected my oversight. All brown, but the Hispanic’s was a very dark brown, almost black.

Getting back to business, I said, “I believe you now understand why I needed a doctor, an accountant, and a lawyer. As for why an engineer; I needed someone to keep this place running and to keep everything working. Besides, I’ve got a contract with the government to be a caretaker for this facility, in exchange for use of the buildings and paying them a small fee.”

I continued, “Now onto pecking order. Of course my word is the final word, but I hope to get some input from the rest of you. The doctor’s word is second, and when it comes to the health of this facility, I will most likely defer to her. Third will be the engineer, fourth the accountant, and then that leaves the lawyer. I might change that order over time but for the moment that’s the way it’s going to be.”

“Any questions?” No one said a thing so I continued, “Lastly, I filed this document with the county a couple of hours ago. It’s my will.” I tossed a copy to each woman, then I said, “Miss Clark can confirm what this says, but in a nutshell, if I die before I father a girl, all my assets will be sold and the proceeds will go to charity. If I die after a girl is born, a trust is formed, and all assets are assigned to the trust. The four executive members, that means you four, are to run the trust into perpetuity. There is some mumble jumble on how slaves can control the trust, what happens when an executive resigns, and how the trust will be divided when it is no longer viable.”

After delaying a few seconds I said, “Now until we staff up the kitchen, we’ll need to take turns cooking. I’ll take tonight, the rest of you draw straws for tomorrow and the next three days. Meet back here at six for dinner, until then, relax.” I left the ladies to start dinner.

**

At six I served a three course meal by starting with a red wine and a salad. The main course was a meatloaf with mashed potatoes and brown gravy. For dessert an apple pie. The dinner conversation wasn’t much until Cynthia asked, “Master, how are we to address you? Will it be Master or something else?”

After swallowing my mouthful of wine I answered, “Privately or around our small group, Dave is fine. Around the other slaves, let’s try Sir. Out in public let’s try Mr. Perz. I really don’t like the title, Master.”

Elizabeth asked, “Why not? That’s what you are, you’re our master, and we’re your slaves.”

“Let’s say I don’t like the WSA because it killed my family. Besides, it’s my hope that I can treat you more like peers than slaves.” I figured it was time to drop my next bombshell. “My only exception is for the next couple of weeks I need some companionship. I promised myself, that once I found a woman, I’d never sleep alone. So until the next group of slaves arrives you four are taking turns sleeping with me. I’m starting with Cynthia tonight.”

Helen snapped out, “Why her and not me? Everyone noticed the way you looked at me! We’ve had an inside bet that you’d do me first!” I had tried being coy but since that had failed it was time to be transparent.

I took a deep breath before saying, “I’m starting with whom I think has more experience. I’ve only had one lover and I was her first. Two virgins, discovering how to love, and make love together. It was a wonderful few months until my life was ripped apart by the WSA. After I cleaned up that mess, I tried to find her, but she had disappeared. Gone, just like my family. Even the private detectives I hired couldn’t find her. So, tonight, I’m starting with experience, Cynthia will be my next teacher.” Looking at a woman older than my dead mother I asked, “Should we start with coffee and conversation, say at 9?”

Cynthia answered, “I think that’s a good start.”

As I left I said, “Well, until then, gossip freely.”

**

At 9 Cynthia was waiting in the hallway. She looked as calm as a cucumber, whereas my stomach was doing flips. For the past two and a half hours, I had gone crazy on what I was to say and how I was going to do what I wanted to do. I still didn’t have a clue as I gave her the once over. She was wearing a light green dress with a brown belt around her waist and a pair of green flip flops. The dress had no form so it hid everything and I couldn’t tell if she was wearing any undergarments. Cynthia must have noticed because she asked, “This okay? There isn’t much of a choice in clothing.”

I was tempted to ask if she was wearing a bra and panties, but instead I said, “Shall we head over to my bungalow?” And I opened the door for her. It wasn’t too bad of an evening and the stars were out. We said nothing as Cynthia followed me across the street to an officers quarters that I was using for my home.

Once inside I directed her to the den where I had a carafe of coffee waiting. As we were getting comfortable, I asked, “How do you like your coffee.”

She quickly answered, “Strong and black.” I poured her a cup and handed it to her, then I started doctoring mine up as she sipped hers. In mine I added lots of sugar and lots of milk. Once I was finished, I started sipping mine as my mind searched for an opening remark.

The silence was deafening and unnerving as I struggled with my options. Do I start with the weather? No, too mundane. Ask her about her life? Hell no, that will kill the mood. Suddenly the silence was shattered when Cynthia moaned out, “Damn, I missed this.”

“What?”

“Drinking coffee. I haven’t had a cup in over a month. What type is this?”

“Some cheap stuff from the grocery.”

“It still tastes good.”

Then the deafening silence came back. This time my mind was a blank. All I could think about was coffee.

After a couple of nerve racking minutes Cynthia said, “You’ve struggling with how to start, right?”

“Yes.”

“How did you envision that this night would go?”

“We would talk and that would lead to kissing, then some foreplay, before we headed to bed.”

“So your lady and you ended up in bed on the first date?”

“Hell no! We dated at least a month before … you know … we did it.”

“Well I don’t think you want to wait a month, so let’s go to bed, so you can get it done.”

“If that’s all I wanted, I would’ve done Helen as soon as you four arrived. And the Hispanic would be warming my bed now. No, I’ve thought about this, I really don’t think any male could get it up, let alone mate, with the number of women my plan requires on a daily basis, without having some sort of relationship with those women. Do you disagree?”

She could tell that I was pissed, so she shifted into slave mode, “Master, the Hispanic’s name is Tory, and yes, I can see your point. How can I help?”

“Tell me how I can wake every morning, looking forward to the new day?”

She gave it some thought before she answered, “You’ve got want her. To be horny for her. You’ve got to know she’s horny for you, begging to spread her legs for you. You both need to want each other.”

“Bingo. Now teach me.”

Over the next several minutes she shared what turned her on. Light fingertip caresses all over her body. Nibbling on her neck. Suckling her nipples. Butterfly kisses around her navel. Playing with her pubic hair. Worshipping her.

She got me to share what gets me cooking. Sexy clothing, especially dresses and tight blouses, but NO pantyhose. Unwrapping the woman. A nice rack. A firm ass. A shaved pussy. Giving a woman pleasure. Watching a woman climax.

We then moved to the actual event. She likes starting with oral. Someone that gives more than receives. A gentle and caring lover.

For me, I did not have much, but I did tell her that my blood starts boiling when I think about how my one and only lover tied me to the bed, started with a slow knob job and ended with a very slow cowgirl ride until I was begging to cum. I still remember that as my strongest cum, ever.

When we had finished, I was as hot as a firecracker and I believe she was too. My dick was a rock and the room smelled of pussy. I needed her now!

Quickly I led her to my bedroom where we got into a tight embrace before placing our lips together. Her lips parted and we kissed for the first time.

Damn, I forgot how much I loved kissing a woman. I guess I’ll need to add kissing to the list of my turn-ons.

As our tongues gently touched, the tips of my fingers gently danced up and down her back. I had planned this moment for the past couple months. Take it slow. Take it very very slow. But someone had forgotten to inform my hands of the master plan. Abruptly one hand grabbed her ass, while the other checked out her rack. Both found their objections hidden under another layer of clothing. Suddenly I froze as my mind registered someone’s hands fondling my package. My mind started freaking at this unexpected attack of my genitalia, but I soon regained my composure and my tongue resumed its dance.

I thought I was moving fast when my hand snaked under her dress and started fondling her ass, but she was moving just as fast because she opened my fly and pulled out my dick. I moaned in her mouth when she started stroking it.

It was too much, I wanted her, no I needed her. NOW! I had dreamed about this night for months. I was going to be the perfect lover. Take it slow. Be gentle. Give her pleasure first. But that all went out the fucking window.

Growling I started fumbling with her belt. I think she giggled as she remove mine. Quickly I pulled her dress off, and just as quickly my shirt came off.

For a brief moment, my curiosity overpowered my lust, as I peeked down to see what she was wearing: a generic white bra with an even more generic pair of white granny panties. Not very pretty, but they’re coming off anyway, so I started fumbling with the bra clasp. After struggling a bit, she helped and it dropped to the floor revealing her breasts.

Okay I seen my fair share of boobies: porn, naked slaves, even sneaked a peek at my sister’s, but until tonight I’ve only touched one pair, so I paused to fondle my next pair. Her pair. They were sagging because of nature. Hell the woman was almost 50 and had breast fed two kids, I would sag too, but they were in my hands. They were my new toys. I played with them, I fondled them, before I leaned down to kiss them. I rubbed my face in them and then I sucked on her nipple.

It was her turn to groan as I continued worshipping her rack and she pushed my trousers down.

We were both down to one article of clothing apiece, but with my stick pulled though the fly, my undies weren’t going anywhere without her letting go. And it appeared she wasn’t letting go anytime soon. I took that opportunity to roll down her panties to revel my final objective.

With my goal finally uncovered, I was getting ready to a peek, when she surprised me and let go of my throbbing cock. She quickly turned her back to me, removed her panties, and crawled onto my bed. I must have been in shock, because I just stood at the foot of the bed, trying to figure out what to do next.

Like an idiot, I just stood there and watched as she laid down. Once she was comfortable, she gave me a grin and slowly parted her thighs. I watched as her wet pussy emerged. When I saw those bright pink lips waiting for me, I moved quickly. My undies disappeared and I buried my dick into her hot wet cunt.

I don’t remember how I got from the end of the bed to her, or how I got my dick into her slit. My guess is I wasn’t very gentlemanly about it and just shoved it in, because one moment I’m at the end of the bed, the next I’m fucking the shit out of her.

I think I lasted all of thirty seconds before I felt my balls tingle and then my cock dumped.

I grunted and shoved. Shoved and grunted. I coaxed out a couple more after that, then I was done.

My dick was still twitching in Cynthia’s pussy when I collapsed on top of her. While I basked in my bliss, she held me. Her embrace reminded me of my mother. Gentle, loving, and caring. She caressed my back. My butt. My ears. As I recovered from my fuck session. Yes, I had fucked her. I planned on making love but I screwed up and just fucked her. It was time to man up.

I mumbled, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Cumming so quick. A teenager could’ve done better.”

“Sugar, for not having sex for over a year, you did better than I expected. Hell, I expected you to lose it when I got your dick out.”

“Well I’ll do much better next time, I promise.” Right then my cock popped free and she squealed. I asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just wasn’t prepared to be slimed. It’s been a few years since anyone has put this much cum into me.” She gave me a hug and a kiss before she added, “It feels sexy.”

After that we shifted positions. At first I was going to spoon her, but in the end she was spooning me. Her arms were wrapped around me, holding me tight, cradling me like a child. That’s the last thing I remember before falling asleep.

Down to Business

I don’t know what woke me, either it was my morning woody or the butt rubbing against mine, but when my eyes cracked open, I noticed the sunbeams just barely dancing around the room. It took several seconds before the cobwebs cleared and I figured it was around 6 am. Hell it was too early to get up, but not too early to correct my male chauvinistic behavior from the previous evening.

When I turned over, I expected to find Cynthia, but instead I found Tory. And she appeared to be naked! The switching of the slaves had me confused for a few seconds, but hell, she was MY slave, so I might as well try her out. But first I need to inspect her.

Just as I was lifting the sheet to look at her tits, her eyes popped open, she squealed, and slipped away.

It appeared I had frightened her, because she was using the sheet to hide her nudity. When she recognized whom I was, her dark brown eyes got real big. Then she said, “Sorry Master, I must’ve fallen asleep.” What happen next shocked me. Tory pounced on me, shoving me on my back, and she started sucking on my dick. My morning wood had tempered some, but her attack reversed the blood flow and it quickly started hardening back up.

After the initial shock wore off, I just relaxed and let my slave blow me. She was good, but then again, she’s only the second person to fellatio me. Thinking about oral sex gave me an idea. I said, “Swing that pussy over here, I want to taste you.”

Tory never stopped sucking as she swiveled around and soon I was looking at her pussy. It was shaved! I felt my cock twitch when I saw it. All I could do for a few seconds was to stare at the beauty of her shaved snatch. I lost myself looking at those meaty lips protecting and hiding all her most precious parts.

With a pussy this close, I wanted a better look, so carefully I parted her cunt lips. But when I did, Tory moaned and she swiftly shoved her wet slit against my mouth. Her lips were now firmly pressed against my lips, so I let my tongue do the talking. My tongue lapped out her nectar as she moaned, “Oh God, oh God.”

My slave was juicing very nicely but she was no longer sucking on my stick. That’s when I figured sixty-nining Tory wasn’t going to work, she’s too short. Either she does me or I do her but I wasn’t going to stop now that I had my tongue in a hot twat.

After my tongue did a quick cleaning of the cream buried in her tunnel, I cleaned around her pussy lips starting at her clit. Every time my tongue touched her nub, her hips would twitch and she moaned loudly. I kept this up a couple of minutes until she seemed ready for a different tongue attack.

Gently I spread her outer vaginal lips with my fingers. Then, with my tongue pointed, I carefully flicked my tongue around her clitoris. I kept clear of directly attacking her hardening bump, instead I teased her with my tongue, flicking around the base, rubbing my tongue on the side of her clit.

Tory’s hips were going wild trying to force my tongue to the right spot. She was now grunting, “Damn. Damn. Feels good. Please, need cum. Please.”

She seemed to be ready for something I had read on the Internet. It was called “The Tongue Roll” and I wanted to try it out.

I rolled my tongue into a tube around her clitoris and then I slid it back-and-forth; in effect, my tongue was doing something similar to a woman’s vagina around a man’s penis. It had the intended effect when suddenly Tory’s world exploded!

Her hips started bucking making her hard erect clit fuck my tongue. Tory grunted, “OOOOhhhh ddddaaaammmmnnnn!!!!” as her hips rocked making her clit rub my tongue which in turn caused her to spasm more. From her moves and her grunts, she had a very nice orgasm. All I did during this period her hold my tongue still and grasp her firm hips.

Tory’s climax soon ended and she started to bask in her post-orgasmic state but I wasn’t done. Tapping at her hip, I hollered, “Get up. Don’t you want to ride my face?”

That got her moving because she squealed, “Fuck yeah!” and shifted around. That’s when I got my first good view of her front. It was a very nice front. C cup breasts that had some sag. Dark brown areolas, with eraser sized nipples that might look nice with piercings. Thinking about piercing, I checked out her navel. Oh yeah, very nice, I think she’ll look very hot with some bling there.

My view got obstructed when Tory pressed her pussy into my face. It was time to see if my first love had trained me right.

With a face full of pussy, it took a few seconds of lip and tongue action to get Tory’s clitty uncovered but when I did, I gently started sucking on it. That’s when Tory’s ass started a light bouncing and her hands grabbed the top of my head. She was ready and I was ready, now to pop the bitch!

My tongue shifted into action, it started flicking over and around her nub as I kept sucking it.

It had the desired effect on Tory because she started another cum. It appeared to be more intense than her last because she pulled on my hair and bucked my face nearly suffocating me. It then occurred to me, that during her excitement to get on my face, she had trapped my arms under her thighs. It would be extremely easy for her to kill me by smothering me with her crotch. Hell, no one would know or care, but it would be one hell of a way to die!

Well death wasn’t on my agenda today, just intense pleasure.

My tongue action must have gotten to be too much for Tory because she grunted, “Enough.” and pushed off of my face. I figured she was going to flop beside me and that’s when I was going to turn the tables on her and mount up. But instead she kept sliding back smearing a trail of pussy juice on my chest until her butt touched my dick.

I had been watching that bright pink cunt slipping away but when she stopped I looked up at her face. Her face was beaming with joy mixed with something else. I could not place that look. What was it? Right then she gave me a grin and in one swift movement, raised up and stuffed my cock into her tunnel of pleasure.

When she mounted me, I recognized that look, it was the look of cunning.

Placing her hands on my chest, she started riding my dick slowly as we looked deeply into each others eyes. In hers I saw slyness, resentment, and acceptance, all mixed with some lust but I didn’t care. I had a plan and she was part of it.

Her rack wobble got my attention next and my eyes quickly shifted. She appeared to have an average set and they hung nicely, much better than last night’s pair. Reaching up, I started playing with them. Oh yes, much nicer, and much firmer. And the nipples poked out. Yeah, I think I’m piercing these puppies. I might even attach a tiny bell to them.

Just then Tory did a hip grind and a cunt squeeze forcing my attention to the junction of our crotches. Her hard clit got my full attention. It seemed to be calling my name as it moved closer and then slipped away as Tory slowly rode my cock. With the way she was methodically working me, I knew it wasn’t for her pleasure but for mine. But by delaying my ultimate pleasure as long as she could, she was being an evil bitch. Well I can be a prick too.

Leaning up, I wrapped one arm around her neck and pulled her down on top of me. When I did, I shoved my free hand between our crotches. As I forced my tongue in her mouth, my fingers found her hard nub and I shifted into attack mode. My tongue attacked hers, my fingers went into high gear rubbing her clit, and I started bucking my hips, hard, slamming my stick deep into her cunt.

It didn’t take long before she came and when her tunnel started squeezing, my balls followed suit and started forcing my seed deep into her womb.

She grunted into my mouth, my dick pushed deep and shot a wad. I grunted into her mouth, her tunnel sucked another load of cum out of my shaft. Damn, it was good.

I don’t remember it ending or us uncoupling but shortly I was spooning against my freshly fucked slave with her tit in my hand. My cock was laying in her butt crack as it leaked its leftovers and darkness replaced my consciousness.

**

We must’ve snoozed about an hour before I woke up.

Tory was still snuggled against me, but my hand was now empty. When I corrected its mistake, I felt Tory wiggle her ass. I then asked, “If you wish, you can get a shower with me.”

It pissed me off when she answered, “Is that what you want?”

Swiftly my free arm snaked around her neck as the hand full of tit squeezed tightly. My fingernails dug deeply into her soft meaty flesh.

She fought back and I squeezed both harder saying, “Stop it.” The fight in her quickly diminished and I loosened my grip, some. I then said, “I originally asked, if you wished, now it’s an order, to the shower.” Then I added, “BITCH!”

She knew I was pissed. I knew I had her pissed, but guess what? I’m the bitch’s fucking master. I can do what I want.

Sheepishly she followed me to the shower and once it was started I said, “I’d prefer to enjoy this but it’s up to you. Now get in and I’ll wash your hair and back, then we’ll see what happens.”

Intentionally I had the water on very warm to help relax my anger and it seemed to worked as I washed her hair. After the second rinse I started to scrub her back and when I got to her ass my anger about her attitude had tempered quite a bit.

After I had finished soaping her up I said, “You can rinse while you work on me.”

I shocked her when she turned around and I planted a kiss on her lips.

That seemed to change her demeanor as she seemed to spend more time washing my hair than I would. In fact it felt more like a scalp massage than a shampoo. After the second rinse she worked on my back before she pressed herself into my back and started soaping up my chest.

When she started wiggling around, it came to me, she was using her front to scrub my back and her breasts where making great sponges! She slipped up and down wiggling her boobs all over my back and ass. It felt wonderful having someone else washing me.

After a bit it was time to switch it up, so I turned around and pressed my chest into hers. We kissed as I wiggled my chest against hers. Breaking free of her lips I soaped up her front and then washed her pussy real good.

She reciprocated on my genitals.

We were almost done but I had forgotten to clean her ass crack. So as she continued soaping my balls and dick, I reached behind her and soaped up her crack spending a lot of time tickling her asshole.

After a few seconds she whispered, “Do you want to do my ass?”

I was daydreaming about doing just that, but I thought I had misheard, so I said, “Excuse me?”

“Do you want to fuck my butt?”

“How’d you know?”

“Everyone wants my butt, besides you got harder when you played back there. So do you wanna?”

“Okay.”

She turned around, bent over, and opened her crack with her hands. I then guided my cock to her back door and gently pushed. It slipped away and she giggled.

It took a few more attempts, along with a better soaping, inside and out, before my dick broke through her tight barrier. I took it slow as a wormed my cock deeper and deeper into her bowels. She was tight, very very tight, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long fucking her tight bum.

Finally, my crotch collided with her butt cheeks and I slowly withdrew before shoving back in. After a couple more slow strokes I figured she had been loosened up enough and it was time to slam it to her. Grabbing her shoulders, I whispered, “Sorry honey, but it’s going to be rough.”

Closing my eyes I thought about what I was doing and my hips went wild. Slap, slap, slap, went the flesh as the shower rained down. Slap, slap, slap, as I pulled on my woman’s shoulders. Slap, slap, my balls started tingling. Slap, slap, slap, SLAM, my balls drained their load. Grunt, grab some tits, grunt, more cum pushed into her tight ass. Flop onto her back, play with her breasts, as the rest of my cum drained into her rectum. Damn that was a great fuck.

After several seconds I was able to stand up and when I did my dick popped out. Tory quickly stood and faced me. As she washed her butt, she was grinning. I on the other hand was barely standing. When she had finished washing her backside, she cleaned my dick, and then rinsed us both off. After that she toweled us off and led me back to the bedroom.

Recovering my senses I said, “Time for breakfast. Get dressed and let’s go.”

She answered, “I didn’t wear anything.”

That wasn’t the answer I expected as I quickly put on some clothes. It was a bit unnerving getting dressed as a naked woman stood there watching.

Tossing a pair of flip flops at her I said, “You’ll need those to cross the blacktop.” She put them on and waited. Looking at her, I grinned and said, “You’re naked, I’m not, I’m following you because it’s a much nicer view.” She blushed and then led the way.

The flip flops were a bit big, their were mine, so she had to take it slowly. So I thoroughly enjoyed watching her ass wiggle. The same ass I just finished fucking. All too soon we entered the other building and I headed to the kitchen as Tory disappeared.

While I ransacked the kitchen, Cynthia appeared. She asked, “Where’s Tory?”

As I got out a bowl for cereal, I answered, “Don’t know.”

Tory then appeared wearing a frumpy green dress and handed me the flip flops saying, “Thanks.”

I took them saying, “No problem. We might need some extra stuff over in my quarters for such an occasion.”

Tory said, “I’ll make a note of it.”

As I sat down to eat, Cynthia said, “Tory, let’s get the sample before you eat.”

Taking a mouthful of cornflakes I asked, “What sample?”

Cynthia answered, “Sperm sample. I’m collecting them to document your potency. We need to determine when your potency drops, then we can determine how many pregnancies we can plan. I collected the first sample last night.”

I mumbled, “She’s got two loads.”

“Damn, didn’t plan on that. Mixing the two will skew the count.”

“Didn’t mix them. One’s in her pussy, the others up her ass.” Then I remembered, “Oh and you’ll also need to check her throat and right breast. I might’ve bruised them when she pissed me off.” Cynthia was staring at me with a shocked expression, so I said, “I’ll explain to everyone after you check her out. Now go and let me eat in peace.” They both left quickly.

About ten minutes later Cynthia appeared. She asked, “Master, is this the right time?”

Now she’s getting me pissed! Taking a deep breath to chill, I then said, “Are the others waiting?”

She nodded before answering, “Yes, Master.”

Damn I need to put a stop to this Master crap before I really choke someone. I snapped out, “Get the others in here.” Quickly the other three ladies appeared and just stood there. Pointing at the chairs I said, “Have a seat.” It was more of a command than request.

The kitchen was setup for four, so there was a little confusion whom was going to sit and who was going to stand. I ended that by saying, “Tory, this is about us, so sit in my lap.”

I arranged the chair to give her room and she sat in my lap. At first I wrapped my arms around her midsection before one hand slipped under her dress and found out she was wearing panties. And they weren’t that sexy either.

I let go and said, “Lose the panties.” Tory quickly stood and dropped the grannies before sitting back down. As she sat, I said, “And pull that dress up. I want the others to see your cunt.” From her demeanor I could tell that she was extremely embarrassed and from the evil looks I was getting from the other three they thought I was an asshole. So fucking what, I’m being an asshole and to drum it in deeper I said, “Spread-em. I want to show them my load.”

Tory laid her red face on my shoulder before she opened her thighs as she cowered in my lap. The venom pouring out of the others eyes confirmed that I had joined the asshole of the month club.

With one hand I grabbed her left tit, the other went to her clit. As I gently stoked her soft nub I said, “As you might have heard, I roughed up Tory. Cynthia, how bad was it?”

She spat out, “Her throat’s a bit sore but there appears to be no bruising. As for her breast, you did a number on it. Severe bruising and you broke the skin in two places.”

My hand was gently caressing and fondling her tit. I asked, “Any permanent damage?” Using my fingertip, I stroked her areola waiting for Cynthia’s answer.

She said, “No. But she’ll be sore a couple of days.”

“Before I explain myself, I want everyone to know I don’t think I’m an evil person but I do have a hair trigger. I inherited it from my dad and my mother didn’t like it.” For the next couple of minutes I ranted about my temper and my mom’s attempt to show me how to control it. All the while I diddled Tory’s clit and fondled her boob.

Shortly I got off my soapbox and I asked, “Tory, what did I ask before you got hurt?” I noticed her bump of pleasure was responding and her slit was very wet.

Tory kept her head against my shoulder as she answered, “You asked if I wanted to shower with you.”

“And what was your answer?”

“I said, is that what you want.”

Her nipple had popped up, so my finger was playing ring around the nipple with it when I said, “Yeah but it was the way you said it that ticked me off. That, and the pissed look you had riding me. Why? I didn’t ask you to get on top. I would’ve expected that look if I was forcing you.”

Cynthia interrupted, “But you are. Forcing us.”

“Point taken, but why did she start it. I thought you’d be in my bed but instead I find her. Naked. And when she woke she attacked me.” Tory’s clit was coming along nicely. It was hard and erect.

Cynthia answered, “That’s my fault. After you fell asleep, I left and talked with the others. I told Tory to do you that way.”

I said, “Okay, that explains some of that prissy attitude but I had hoped my treating you four with some respect might make things more tolerable. Yeah, I told you to spread your legs, but I hoped you four might enjoy some fun. As for last night, I fucked up. I received my pleasure and gave none. But this morning I made sure Tory got hers before I got mine.” Trying to get Tory’s attention, I gently squeezed her boob as a tapped her clit before saying, “Babe, how was it?”

Tory moaned, “Was what?”

“Your orgasms.”

I’m not sure anything was registering with Tory because she said, “Please can I have another?”

Not to disappoint a hot babe sitting in my lap, the hand attacking her button shifted into overdrive as I kissed the top of her head and said, “Sure.”

The room fell silent except for the unmistakable sound of wet pussy lips flapping about. Looking over my audience I saw the lust in their eyes as they watched someone else receive ultimate pleasure. Tory’s hips were rocking trying to hasten her orgasm.

Very shortly Tory’s hips started bucking before she grunted, “AAAhhh ssshhhiiittt!!!” and came. As she enjoyed herself, I softened my attack on her clit until her orgasm was over.

Looking at the other three ladies I said, “That’s me giving, not taking.”

Helen whispered, “Damn.”

Kristen came out of her fog and said, “Okay, I agree, you can give, but you took her ass. Are you going to do ours too?”

Tory barely whimpered, “I gave it.”

Cynthia said, “What dear?”

Tory didn’t move when she said, “It wasn’t his idea, it was mine. I gave him my ass.” She then reached behind and caressed my face when she added, “And I’ll do it again.”

Taking her hand, I kissed it and asked, “Are we good?”

She answered, “Damn right! Four orgasms before noon! Fuck, my ex-jerk barely gave me one a week.” Then she got up and left, leaving her undies behind.

Looking at the remaining slaves, I asked, “Are we good?”

Helen stood and said, “Good with me.” Then she left.

Cynthia said, “Same goes for me.” and she followed Helen out of the room.

That only left Kristen who said, “Good here.” But instead of leaving she just sat there in deep thought. Having other things to do, I got up to leave, but before I left, Kristen asked, “Master, could I ask you a question?”

Damn it! I knew I neglected something. I shouted, “Ladies front and center! I forgot something!”

Once the other three were present I said, “Before I get pissed again. Can you please cut the ‘Master’ crap. I don’t like the title. I don’t want to be reminded of it. Hell, I hate the WSA as much as you. I lost my family and my one love because of it. Could you please do that?” All four ladies nodded.

Looking at Kristen I said, “Please ask your question.”

She hesitated but then asked, “I’m curious, do you like doing ass?”

“It’s different. I’ll need to do some more research. Do you want to be number two?” And I left the ladies before they started counting.

**

I came back at ten so I could meet one on one with each lady. I was going to discuss their individual job, what I expected of them, what they expected of me, and any other issues that needed to be addressed. I started with Cynthia and found out she was a very smart cookie.

She had already started medicals on everyone; started compiling medical supply requirements depending on staffing size; medical staff requirements, again depending on staffing size; researching ways to improve pregnancy rates; researching ways to improve gender selection; her lists went on and on. I definitely struck pay-dirt with her.

Somehow, some way, toward the end of our meeting, Cynthia was quizzing me on my life’s history, especially my previous love life. I guess it’s not often you find someone that’s so inexperienced in the sex department.

I met with Kristen next. She didn’t appear to be a go getter like Cynthia but she seemed to grasp what I needed her to do. She took copious notes and was shocked at the significance of her job. Basically if it wasn’t medical, legal, or bean counting, it was hers. Also, she originally thought she’d be responsible for the small part of camp we be occupying, but my contract with the government required the camp to be fully functional all the time. There was a complicated formula on who paid for what, but it basically worked out to: I paid for repairs on what I used, the government paid everything else including the current labor rate. I figured I could make a killing charging the government for the slave labor.

Again, some way, somehow, toward the end of our meeting, Kristen was quizzing me on my previous love life. That’s when I tabled that discussion and called everyone together for lunch.

As we prepared lunch, I told the ladies that instead of me getting the third degree from all of them, I wanted to table the inquisition until after the weekend. Sometime Saturday I will provide my written autobiography for their consumption and we would meet early next week to discuss it. In return I wanted the same from each of them.

Changing the subject, I shifted the conversation to a pressing matter of business, ordering the next batch of slaves.

My original plan was to order fifty prime breeding stock and start knocking them up. But during lunch calmer heads prevailed and they convinced me to cut the order in half. They also changed my order from only breeders to five prime breeders, the rest would still breed but their main purpose would be to build up the staffing requirements of the camp. I did get my way when it was agreed that the order would go out by 2 pm Friday, which left only two days to complete our task.

With lunch over, I looked at Tory and said, “See you in about a hour.” and then I went to my bungalow to start working on my autobiography. It was almost two before I found Tory for our first meeting.

It became clear during the meeting, that Tory wasn’t the brightest individual. Hell, I discovered she barely finished law school and only passed the bar exam on her fifth attempt. I started having my doubts about her maintaining her present position in our small group but until someone better came along she is all we have. Besides, she was a great fuck, but then I do not have much to compare her with.

I showed her the contracts that I had already signed. She needed to know them inside out. That way we could enforce them if needed. Then I outlined the contracts that would be needed in the future and discussed staffing requirements for the legal department.

After my meeting with Tory, I needed a break, so I went to my bungalow to chill.

There, I got naked, and sat in the middle of my study in the lotus position. It took me a couple of minutes to clear my head and enter into a deep state of meditation. My mind drifted about until suddenly the world reappeared when someone said, “Shit! I’m sorry.”

When I opened my eyes, I noticed someone disappear from the doorway. I shouted, “Come back!” and the footsteps stopped. A few seconds later Helen appeared.

I didn’t move and sheepishly she averted her eyes toward the ceiling. She said, “Sorry, I came looking for you since I assumed you would meet with me next. And when you didn’t answer the door I got concerned.”

I was very tempted to bed her right here and right now but I really wasn’t in the mood. So I got up, put on my clothes, and sat at my desk. Pointing to a chair I said, “Please.” Helen sat and I started the meeting as if nothing had happened.

It didn’t take me long to discover that Helen was the smartest of the four. We quickly went over my complete financial condition and before I knew it, she was talking puts and calls, straddling fences, lifting a leg without losing your balls, all sorts of stock market jargon that made my head spin.

Toward the end of our conversation, she informed me that she believed my plan was flawed. She thought my projections on the population of women twenty years from now was way off. She thought the numbers would be a lot higher, causing the slave prices to be extremely low.

She got me pissed, so I told her that if that was true, the money would be gone and I would have to liquidate all my assets, starting with her. I needed another break, so I left. But when I got outside, I discovered it was too fucking hot to take a walk and I didn’t want to get naked in the slave quarters, so I went back inside.

Helen rushed past and I tossed a shot of whiskey before returning to my naked meditation.

I had calmed quite a bit before dinner. Hell I wasn’t feeling anything after tossing back another four or five shots of booze. So I don’t remember much about dinner except we had food and it tasted great.

Before I left to continue my autobiography, I asked, “Who’s my companion tonight?”

Sheepishly Helen answered, “That would be me.”

“My place, at nine.”

She ruffled my feathers when she replied, “Yes, sir.” Fuck, I hate that sir crap.

**

Right at nine I heard a knock at the front door and as I expected, Helen was on the other side. Unexpected, she was only wearing a tiny white bikini.

I guess my eyes must have bugged out, because Helen giggled before saying, “Do you see something you like?”

While I stared at her chest, I mumbled, “I expected more clothing.”

“The clothing choices are a tad limited. It was either this or the UPS sackcloth.”

Still looking at her very fine rack, I drooled out, “Okay, this is much better than brown.”

After a brief pause, Helen asked, “Do I come in or do we just do the nasty here?” and then she wiggled her chest making her boobies shake.

Originally I had planned to start this evening like the previous one, relax and get to know each other. But there was no way I could carry an intelligent conversation with her dressed as she was. So I came up with a new plan. Pushing past her, I grabbed her hand and said, “Come.”

Gently I pulled her across the street and into the slaves’ quarters. Three heads turned when we entered and as I pulled Helen past, I shouted, “Just passing through. Return to what you were doing.”

I continued pulling my companion out the back door, across a small courtyard, and into a second building. This building was exactly the same as the slave quarters but in reverse. Then out the front door. There we shifted to the right as we crossed the street, passed two buildings and entered the third. It was there that I paused momentarily to turn on the lights.

Helen asked, “Where are we?”

Continuing our journey, I answered, “The Recreation Center. This place has it all: A gymnasium, fitness area with equipment, an auditorium, multipurpose areas, and an aquatic facility. Everything’s top-notch and top of the line.” We then went through a set of doors and entered the aquatic’s area.

I heard a gasp before I said, “To the left we have the water play area with four types of water slides. Directly in front is the recreation pool with low and high platform dives. And to the right is the lap pool. Between the areas are hot tubs. Right now everything except one hot tub and the lap pool are mothballed but it’s your job to reactivate everything.”

She interrupted, “My job?”

Then I glanced at her before correcting myself, “Sorry, got you confused with Kristen. It’ll be her job. Now, let’s go swim.”

We headed over to the Olympic sized pool. When we got close, she asked, “Is it heated?” and then she walked over to the edge to test the temperature.

It was too good to pass up, so I gave her a hard shove as I shouted, “No!”

After the big splash, she came to the surface saying every curse word I knew and a few I needed to write down.

This was some funny shit, but before I could enjoy the moment, I noticed Helen’s bikini top was MIA. That meant there were two very cold tits that needed to be warmed up and I had two very warm hands that could help. Quickly I stripped to my birthday suit and then dived in. Shit the water was fucking cold!

The shock of the cold water put an immediate damper on my passion. Hell my hard cock shriveled smaller than a prune the instant it hit the water. When I surfaced in front of my still cursing woman, she spurted, “Shit, why did you do that?”

“Dave’s rule number 43, don’t get too close to water, else, someone’s getting wet.”

“And why is this so cold?”

“Something to do with algae and bacteria not liking the cold. So to save on the cost of chlorine, the army chills the pool.”

“That’s stupid.”

“That’s the government.”

Helen’s teeth started chattering as she asked, “Can we go? I’m too cold to fool around.”

“Sure, go warm up in the hot tub. I’ll find your top.” And she quickly left as I searched for the missing clothing. It took a couple of minutes but I found it before the filter did. Can’t start breaking things during my first week. It was now time to join my perking lady.

As I approached, I noticed her watching me and when I saw Helen’s bottoms lying beside the tub my cock started coming back to life. Casually I tossed the top on top of it and slipped into the hot water.

Just as I was getting comfortable, Helen slid next to me and started cuddling. The cuddling soon turned to some kissing before it escalated to heavy Frenching.

As for our hands, mine headed to her full breasts and hers went for my dick.

For the next couple of minutes I basked in a warm glow of pleasure. Kissing, caressing, and fondling. Damn, I was feeling real good and my cock seconded the motion as it rose to the occasion. We continued our light foreplay, while I waited for a sign from my lady that it was time to move to the next level.

But my manners soon left when my hand moved from her boob down to the junction of the thighs. I really don’t know why I couldn’t wait, so I’ll blame it on my cock since it now had more blood than my brain. Along the way, the tips of my fingers discovered a patch of pubic hair before my fingers achieved their goal when they found her bump of pleasure.

Her clit was hard and she moaned when I found it, so I must be doing something right. That gave me the courage I needed to escalate my attack. Needing a better position, I shifted about until I was facing her with my face buried in the nape of her neck, with one hand fondling her firm tit, and the other was working on her pleasure.

Now my prior training kicked in, so for the next few minutes, I switched from rubbing her clit to finger fucking her. I repeated the process getting her closer and closer to an orgasm. The other hand played with her boobs and nips. My lips nibbled on her sweet neck. She was now constantly groaning with pleasure.

Suddenly she threw her arms around me and started bucking. She grunted as her orgasm caused her to shake against me. I now pinched one of her nipples hard as I gently flicked her clit. The extra stimulation caused her to buck more and forced her to have a stronger orgasm. She grunted and bucked again when I did the same to her other nipple and flicked her clit. My attacked soften until she was basking in glow of her post orgasmic stupor.

I didn’t give her much time to recover when I grabbed her hips and picked her up out of the hot tub. Placing her on the edge with her feet still in the tub, I shoved her thighs apart and buried my face into her crotch.

She squealed, I feasted. She moaned, I licked. She groaned, I nibbled. Then she came!

It was a rough few seconds trying to keep my lips attached to her clit as her hips bucked in pleasure but soon she pushed my face away as she said, “Enough!”

My stick was rock hard and a pussy slit was smiling at me so I started mounting up. Just as I got everything lined up, Helen pushed me back saying, “Wait. Not here. Let’s find a better spot.”

I followed her over to a pool chaise lounge where she laid down and I quickly borked her.

Yep, I totally and thoroughly borked her. I think I came quicker tonight than last night. A couple of quick jabs and I seeded her womb.

With my dick still twitching I mumbled, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Cumming so quick. Something must be wrong. I’ve done better.” I was so pissed at myself for being such a juvenile lover. And I made matters worse when I pulled out and got up, instead of cuddling with my lover.

I gathered our clothes and we got dressed in silence before we left for our quarters.

Unlike our trip to the Recreation Center, I didn’t shortcut through any of the buildings. Hell, I didn’t want the other slaves to know I had just fucked up by fucking Helen so quick. They would know soon enough, I just didn’t what them to know by seeing me.

As I crossed the street separating the slave quarters from mine, Helen said, “Can you wait a second? I need to get swabbed.” And she dashed into the slave quarters before I could answer.

I was clueless on why she wanted me to wait. We had just finished having sex, so I figured she’d go to bed and I would too. What else was there?

Helen soon appeared and as she approached I asked, “What do you want?” in a nasty tone.

Hesitantly she answered, “I thought I was to be your companion for the evening?”

“Well not much more evening left other than hitting the sack.”

“That’s fine, it might be nice to have someone warm to sleep with.” With that I headed to my bungalow and she followed.

Helen watched as I went through my nightly routine and hit the sack, shortly she appeared and joined me.

At first I tried ignoring her by facing away from her, but she cuddled against me and pressed her rack into my back. Then she wrapped an arm over my side and started stroking my chest while playing with my chest hair.

After a couple of minutes her fingertips found my nipples and she caressed them before she scooted down found my cock raising up from the dead.

Unlike me, Helen had waited for her positive reaction before making her move. Now she rolled me onto my back and got on top before we started kissing.

After a few seconds of lip lock she slowly slid down, kissing a path down my throat to one of my hard nipples, while at the same time, she wiggled her wet slit down my cock shaft. Then she reversed course and slid upwards until our lips got reacquainted. She repeated this a few times until suddenly my dick ended up buried in her tunnel.

I don’t know how it got in there but it felt real good. It felt even better as Helen slowly rode me.

Reflecting back to earlier, I did a quick comparison of each slave’s cowgirl style.

This morning’s slut was indifferent, like something she was forced to do. She sat up and bounced on my pole, giving me a good view of her rack and it seemed she got almost no pleasure out of our union.

Tonight’s bitch was opposite, as she laid on top with her rack crushed into my chest, she slowly wiggled her hips in a sexy churning style. And with all the moaning, she really seemed to be enjoying our coupling.

She kept it slow, keeping my passion in check, but after several minutes she stopped and whispered, “Do you wanted try doggy?” And without getting an answer, she shifted around until she was on all fours.

Being inexperienced in these matters, it took a few attempts before I properly shafted my bitch. Once my dick was fully buried, my hips started their rapid dance before Helen tempered my attack by whimpering, “Slower. Take it slow.”

That broke the spell and I paused to enjoy my partner. First I rubbed her firm ass before leaning around to play with her fine hanging tits. Damn I don’t know which was more firm, her ass or her boobs. Now back to riding.

A few slow strokes later, my woman moaned, “That’s right. Slow and steady.” and I felt her rubbing her clit. My mood had now changed, it was now me pleasuring her and not the other way around. My stick was churning her honeypot.

Holding her hips, I methodically rode my mate. Slow and steady, my cock pumped in and out making slurping noises. I was getting into the groove but I nearly lost it when she thrust a couple of fingers into her snatch along with my stick.

I was struggling to regain my composure when a couple of strokes later she grunted and my dick popped out. She moaned out, “Ah shit.” and I watched as she bucked thin air before she collapsed onto the bed.

It always gives me pleasure when I watch my lover spasming in pleasure. So I just knelt there, living at the moment, with my hard cock jutting out when a big wad of pre-cum dripped onto her foot.

Quickly she looked at me and asked, “Did you just cum?”

“No ma’am.”

She rolled over and spread her thighs giving me a good beaver shot before smiling and giving me a wink.

I’m not stupid but this was my chance to be more mature in my actions. I slowly crawled forward until I was over her belly and then I gave her bellybutton a kiss. My lips kissed a path up her torso, through the valley of her breasts, until I arrived at her luscious lips.

We kissed as she carefully guided my cock into place and I slowly pushed into her slick tunnel. We continued kissing as my hips started pumping my shaft in and out. In and out. Faster and faster. Our tongues danced as the music of slapping flesh played.

There was no slowing me down now. I was past the point of no return. I felt my balls tingle just before I grunted into her mouth as my dick erupted.

Waves of pleasure coursed through my soul as I seeded my lover’s womb. Nature has a way of enhancing the chance of procreation as my hips forced my cock to deliver the next load, deep, near the cradle of life. It was over all too soon as I lay on my partner panting.

After that round of great sex, I don’t remember much other than dismounting and flopping beside my freshly fucked slave. We spooned, and just before I fell asleep, a feeling of deja vu came over me as my cock leaked its leftovers in the butt crack of the bitch whose tit I was holding.

Ass Pounding

Somewhere in the deep recesses of my warped brain, an alarm clock was ringing. I don’t know why or how long it had been ringing, but the fucker wouldn’t shut the fuck up. That quickly changed, because when I opened my eyes to find it, it shut up.

That’s when I remembered, I had fallen asleep with Helen, but this morning Cynthia was sleeping beside me. Damn, these slaves are keeping me on my toes. Before I had fallen asleep, I had visions of Kristen being my morning lover. Well since that wasn’t the case, it was a good time to show Cynthia that I can be less juvenile in bed and then ask questions later.

Carefully I caressed my woman’s face and her brown eyes popped open. I grinned. She grinned. With that positive response, I slowly leaned towards her, and she leaned toward me, until our lips touched. The kiss started softly, but soon it had escalated when our lips parted and our tongues started dancing.

Over the next few minutes, we worked on heightening our passion. It was a mutual undertaking. I caressed her neck. She caressed my thigh. My fingers moved to her back. Her hands moved to my ass. I fondled her breasts. She fondled my balls. Damn, we were playing each other like two violins. And not just any ordinary violins, two Stradivarius violins.

I was moving too fast, I needed to slow down, so I pulled back.

After taking a couple of deep breaths to temper my lust, I carefully moved between my lover’s thighs, and planted a kiss on her very wet sex. She moaned, “Oh damn.”

It was time to eat some pussy, so I buried my face fully into her twat, and started cleaning her mess. She groaned as my tongue licked around her slit, before forcing its way into her private tunnel. She now squealed, with the new sensation, as I drank as much of her nectar as my tongue could find. Cynthia’s fingers curled into my hair as she pushed me into her crotch. My tongue was bringing less and less to my mouth, so it went in search of her clit. My tongue now parted her light brown bush and circled her bump of pleasure.

I heard Cynthia start grunting and she tried very hard to guide me to our objective. I decided to let her have her pleasure and my tongue licked her clit. She froze as her orgasm started and then she rocked her hips some, before the next wave ripped through her. She had about four waves of pleasure, before I heard her take a deep breath. I was now in mean mode, so I nipped her clit and then flicked it with my tongue.

I got a scream, “Fuck”, out of her, before her hips popped off the bed and everything stopped. Her cum kept her frozen that way for about thirty seconds, before she flopped on to the bed with a grunt and shoved my face away. I got the point, she was done, but I wasn’t.

Gently, I crawled forward, until I was directly over her and while she was still basking in pleasure, my cock started searching for its target. Flexing my hips downward, I thrust forward, and ended up plowing through her pubic hair. That’s when her eyes opened and she gave me a grin before grabbing my stick and stuffing it into her hole.

Now that she had me started, my hips started a gentle bucking, and my dick started drilling. It took a lot of willpower to keep my hips in check, but I was determined to make up for the other night. Slowly I wiggled my cock deeper and deeper until it finally completed its entry.

With our union complete, Cynthia wrapped her legs around mine and my hips retreated. At the last possible moment, my hips reversed course and my dick re-drilled her tunnel.

While my hips and dick did their thing, I shifted my attention to Cynthia’s breasts. Not the greatest rack and they jiggled more than I anticipated. I then gave them a squeeze before fondling each several seconds.

Right then her cunt did a squeeze. It wasn’t much, maybe a tiny tremor, but that’s all my dick could take as it opened the floodgates.

My hips shoved forward and I grunted as my climax started.

As my cock dumped into my lover’s cunt I was thinking, “Shit, shit, shit.” I cursed at every wave of pleasure that coursed through me. “Shit, how could I be so adolescent?” I grunted as my cock shot another rope of cum. “What’s with me poking and then cumming?” Oh well I’ll try to figure it out later, now back to reality.

I was barely finished, when I withdrew my stick from her sheath and slipped beside her. I believe she was expecting me to flop down, but instead I buried my face in her breast as my fingers found her clit. Working together, my lips and tongue, along with my fingers, soon had Cynthia moaning again.

Over the next few minutes, my lips and tongue sucked and licked Cynthia’s teats, moving from one to the other. At the same time my fingers gave her cunt several good fucks before they rubbed her hard clit.

Soon my ministrations yielded results, because Cynthia started grunting, before she took a deep breath and froze. Slipping a finger into her cunt, I confirmed my lover was having an orgasm. I continued with my love, softening it as she came down from her peak, until she was done.

I only gave her a few seconds reprieve, before my mouth and fingers resumed their attack.

This time, I teased her, trying very hard to keep her close to the edge, but not letting her slip over. I did this by listening to her grunts and groans. Somewhere I misread her and she slipped into another climax.

This one must have been very good, because she looked like she was screaming, but nothing emanated from her lips and her hips did a very nice swivel.

All too soon she started gasping for air and she quickly rolled away, letting me know she was done.

Carefully I laid behind her. And when I did, she pushed against me and wiggled her butt. Getting into what was becoming my favorite position, gently I spooned her, wrapped my arm over her, and gently cupped her breast. Damn, it was bigger than my hand! Her rack must have turned some heads in their prime!

As we cuddled in our post-orgasmic bliss, I asked, “Why you and not Kristen?”

“She’s not ready. With all that’s happened, I thought it would be better if I got her better prepared. I’m scheduling her for tomorrow night. Until then, it’s Tory tonight, and Helen tomorrow morning.”

Noticing the brightness of the room, I asked, “I can’t see the clock, do you know what time it is?”

“It’s just after seven.”

“I was hoping it was earlier, so we could cuddle longer, but we need to get going. Do you want to join me in the shower?”

“Tory warned me about that, but I think I’m safe. It’s too soon for you to get it back up.”

“Oh I don’t know about that; I might surprise you.”

As she slipped out of my clutches, she said, “Surprise Tory later, come, let me give you your first improper physical.” She led me to the shower.

I waited and watched as she got the shower ready and then pushed me in.

Cynthia was very meticulous with our washing. She started at the top and worked her way down, and with each section, we flipped back and forth, first she did me, then I did her. All in all, she had us completely done in twenty minutes.

During our shower I noticed that she kept cleaning her inner thighs. During one of these times, I asked, “What’s wrong?”

Looking at me, she noticed me watching and said, “After a couple of kids, I’m not as tight as I used to be. Your cum keeps leaking. How much did you put in there?”

“About eight hours’ worth.”

Grinning she replied, “If this is any sign, we might need to drain you every four hours.” Washing her thighs again she continued, “How would you like that? Having to get up and then get it up at 3 am.”

Her comment chilled my demeanor for the remainder of the shower.

As we were drying off, I asked, “So did I pass my physical?”

I had been joking, but she turned it around when she answered, “You’ve got a few lumps we need to watch. Most likely they’re fatty deposits, but I’ll note them in your chart. Your Prostate feels fine and I did notice the mass in your testes. I would’ve been concerned but you’ve already explained them. As for your general condition, I’ve seen better, but I’ve seen a lot worse. I’m prescribing more fruit and vegetables, less red meat, and an exercise program. We need you more buff and fit for our clients.” Then as she held my limp noodle she said, “There isn’t anything that can be done to improve the size of what God gave you, but there are ways to improve its delivery.”

Noticing her mentioning of size brought back some deep seated feelings of insecurity. I said, “Yeah, I know, it’s smaller than normal and I’ve got a hair-trigger.”

She quickly replied, “No Honey, its normal size. You’ve been comparing yourself to porn stars. They’re stars because of their size. As for your premature ejaculation problem, we’ll work on that. That I can fix. And with a bit of help, you’ll be a much better lover than any porn star. For that matter, I think you’ll be a better lover than anyone could imagine. Enough chit chat, let’s eat.” We quickly got dressed and headed across the street to the slave quarters.

There Cynthia quickly gathered the others and shortly breakfast was made and we ate as a group. The conversation got around to business and making money. Somewhere in this conversation, Cynthia asked how often I masturbated.

I was shocked and I felt my face redden as I sputtered out, “Why’d you ask?”

“It’s no longer beneficial. We need to track every drop you produce and release.” With a twinkle in Cynthia’s eyes she ordered, “No more beating your meat. You’ve got us.”

“Okay. Now I’ve got a rule for you four: if you want oral, you need to shave. After tonguing three of you yesterday, I discovered that no hair is better.” After my cock twitched a bit, I added, “Hell, let’s make it a rule of the camp.”

After that round of regulations, the rest of breakfast was tame and soon the ladies were cleaning up. At first I was going to chip in but I quickly came to my senses, they’re slaves. My slaves. I don’t need to lift a finger helping them. So while I waited for them to finish, I just sat and sipped on my coffee.

It wasn’t long before they were finished and I moved them to the meeting room. There I got the meeting going by showing the ladies how to access the Slave Registry and the various slave catalogs. I then show them how to place an order and the preferred slave traders to use. After that, I opened the floor to discuss our immediate staffing needs.

Cynthia needed a nurse, a receptionist, and a lab technician.

Helen needed another accountant and a secretary for the menial paperwork.

Tory also needed a secretary, along with a paralegal, and another lawyer.

I just needed some breeding stock.

As for Kristen, she had a ‘deer in the headlights’ look as she mumbled that she was having difficulty computing her staffing requirements. From her figures, she needed to staff at least nine sub-departments. She then rattled them off: Sanitation, Procurement, Maintenance, Dietary, Security, Logistics, Transportation, Recreation, and Housing. After she finished, the room was deathly quiet until Helen exhaled, “God damn.”

Several seconds later Helen recovered by saying, “Okay, I think you need some help. For this purchase I’ll drop the accountant and if everyone agrees we’ll hire one secretary and share her. I think I’ll need her only one day a week. Anyone have a problem with that?” Everyone shook their heads before Helen continued, “Until we’re better staffed, I’ll help with Procurement, Logistics, and Housing. Cynthia, can you handle: Sanitation and Dietary?”

Cynthia answered, “I think so, but what do you mean by ‘handle’?”

“Find the staff, or else, pick up the work.”

“In that case, I’m dropping the receptionist, nurse, and lab technician until later. And replacing them with a couple of housekeepers, a chef, and others. And I will need the secretary at least one day a week.”

Tory spoke up, “Okay, I’m also willing to help. Drop my staff and lend me the secretary one day a week as well.”

Kristen appeared calmer when she said, “Thanks ladies, but remember not all the slaves will be as they appear. We’re going to be filling in the gaps as we go.”

I got some nasty looks when I said, “Remember, we’re here to make money. So younger the better.”

I quickly left before I lost my gonads.

**

Back at my bungalow, I tried to work on my autobiography but I wasn’t in the mood. Instead, I watched a couple of movies until about noon. Then I made a sandwich and got down to writing. It was much easier now and the words flowed freely.

It was around 2 pm when I finished writing the rough draft of my sexography. After rehashing my very limited sex life, I was horny as a rabbit on steroids. Knowing I had a solution for my itch, I headed across the street. On the way to the slave quarters, I decided who and how to placate my condition.

Entering the building, I was pleasantly surprised to find the ladies still in the meeting room working on the slave acquisitions. The conversation quickly came to an end when they noticed me.

I said, “Sorry to disturb you, but I need the services of Helen for a few minutes.” Then looking at Helen I said, “Find some lube and meet me in your room. I need to see if your ass is as tight as Tory’s.”

From the look she returned, I had given out too much information and her next reaction confirmed it. She shouted, “NO! FUCK NO!” She wasn’t any calmer when she spat out, “NO ONE’S FUCKING MY ASS AGAIN! EVER!”

Under normal circumstances I would have backed off and calmly talked with her to see why she felt the way she did, but this wasn’t normal times. Besides, I knew it was going to happen sometime, a questioning of my authority. I had to nip it. Nip it in the bud.

Calmly I said, “Tory, legal question: What rights does Helen or any of you have?”

Barely above a whisper came, “None, sir.”

I waited for her answer to sink in. While I did, I formulated my next move.

After letting the answer sink in, I said, “I’ve got options. You slaves have none. Now follow me.”

Cynthia asked, “All of us?”

“Yes.”

I led the four to Helen’s room. There I sat on her bed and said, “Time to play dress up. Find Helen a blouse, dress, and high heels. And nothing frumpy.” Helen started for her dresser and I snapped out, “Not you! Them!” She froze and I continued, “Now front and center, then strip.”

While the three searched the room looking for some clothes, an emotionally conflicted but embarrassed Helen stood in front of me and slowly got undressed. After her clothes were off, she glared at me while I stared at her body. Damn she’s a good looking woman! And she’s mine!

When I noticed her nips hardening, I took a closer look at her slit and I saw moisture. Good, she wasn’t freaking out too bad.

I soon noticed Cynthia waiting with the clothes. I said, “Give those to Tory. She and Kristen will dress Helen. I need you to find something to bind Helen’s wrists.” Before she left I added, “Might need to gag her too, so bring extras.”

Tory dressed Helen. She started with a yellow blouse. It was a tad big, but it did have buttons and that was a plus. Next came a green pleated skirt with a black belt. It too, was too big but it served my purpose. Lastly came the heels. They were black patent with what looked like two inch heels but they did help define Helen’s calves.

Cynthia returned and I said, “Bind her wrists behind her.” Looking over at the other slaves I said, “You two, go get some clothes like hers, but more form fitting. And longer heels if you got them.” As they left I shouted, “And you’re dressing in front of me.”

I watched as Cynthia used some medical adhesive tape to bind Helen. When she was done I said, “Helen, sit beside me. Cynthia, go find some clothes.”

Once Helen was beside me, I cupped her chin and leaned in for a kiss. At first she was a bit cold and distant, but I forced my tongue between her lips, and soon she started returning some passion. We kissed a bit before she froze when my hand cupped her firm breast. But I didn’t stop kissing and fondling, so she got back into character and her tongue joined mine.

My fun was interrupted when the three slaves came back. Cynthia said softly, “Master, we only could find two pairs of shoes.”

Still caressing Helen’s tit, I said, “Then you find something else.” She left and I continued, “Kristen get changed.”

This was my first ability to see Kristen nude. She made short work of getting her clothes off, and appeared to be rushing to get her other clothes on, when I spoiled her plan by saying, “Not yet, I need to check you out.” With that, her face got bright red and her hands quickly covered her tits. Ignoring her discomfort, I said, “Stand straight, with your arms at your sides.” She hesitated, so I shouted, “NOW!”

She jumped. Helen jumped. Hell, the whole building jumped! And she snapped to attention.

Kristen was much prettier naked than clothed. Even though her rack was small, it had a perfect shape. Her nips pointed out nicely. Her stomach was very flat and firm. Her hips were wider than I thought. Her beaver was light brown and sparse. Legs okay. Very meaty cunt lips.

“Turn around.” Damn, she still had no ass to speak of. “Okay you can get dressed, slowly.”

As Kristen buttoned her white blouse, I unbuttoned a couple of Helen’s. Then my lips went back to Helen’s and as we resumed kissing, I slipped my hand into her open blouse and resumed my boob fondling.

I kept sneaking peeks at Kristen as she got dressed. Her outfit fit much better than Helen’s, extremely tight in the chest and around the hips. She had found a black mini skirt. And the heels were long, like four inches. When she was done I said, “Come sit beside me. Tory, you’re up.”

After Kristen was seated, I leaned toward her for my first kiss. She pulled back and I carefully placed my hand behind her neck and pulled our lips together.

I expected some fight but she surprised me by leading with her tongue. My tongue joined hers as we started Frenching. After a few seconds my hand cupped her tit and she moaned into my mouth. Damn, there appears be a tiger hiding under that shy facade.

While I played with Kristen’s cute rack and our tongues danced, I noticed Tory getting undressed. She appeared to be licking her lips wanting a piece of the action. Well I had a spot selected just for her when she was dressed.

For the next couple of minutes, I shifted from one slave to the other. Helen got some attention then Kristen. Back and forth from one set of lips to another. From one rack to the other. I did have to take a pause with my fun when Tory was dressed.

She had found a light green camisole that she had struggled to get on. It was so tight her rack was now one cup size smaller than usual. She had found a blue skirt that was knee length and not that tight. As for her heels, they were only two inches and green. They were fucking ugly! Oh well, there wasn’t much of a choice in the wardrobe department.

Looking at Tory, I said, “Come here.” When she got closer I said, “Kneel.” and I opened my thighs. She knew where I wanted her and I pulled her close so we could kiss and I could play with her boobies.

Now as Cynthia got changed, I kissed and played with my three slaves. All three seemed to be willing participants, with a lot of moans and groans echoing around the room. Cynthia didn’t seem to be in a rush like the others, and that gave me more time to get acquainted with the ladies.

Well, all good things must come to an end, so when Cynthia had finished changing I said, “Okay everyone to the Parlor.”

In the Parlor, I cleared off a side table and moved it to the center of the room. I positioned Helen in front of the table and then said, “Gag her. I’ll be right back.”

Going to the kitchen, I retrieved three items. I bought them back and laid them on the coffee table letting everyone watch. There was a fly swatter, a spatula, and a wooden spoon. After giving the ladies a few seconds to digest the items, I sat in a chair and said, “Okay, let’s get down to business. Tory you come over here and start sucking on my dick. Cynthia and Kristen, tape Helen’s ankles to the table. Once she’s ready, I’m riding her ass and you all are watching.”

Helen’s eyes got real big and then started tearing. The others appeared to be stunned but soon they started moving.

Tory came over, knelt in front of me, and fumbled about trying to free my hard cock. Once it was out, she started licking and sucking it.

Cynthia used her tape and bound one of Helen’s ankles to the table leg. Then she shifted to the other side and did the same to the other ankle. While all this was going on, Kristen was just standing there watching with a ‘duh’ look.

When Cynthia was done, she looked my way and asked, “Sir, could I get her some lube?”

That had been my original plan, but her refusal had spoiled that, and my mood. But after playing with the slaves and Tory’s present knob job, my mood was back on the plus side, so I nodded my approval. The delay also let me enjoy Tory’s mouth a little longer. She’s good, but then again I didn’t have much to compare her against.

Cynthia came back with a couple of tubes. She then started whispering into Helen’s ear as she bent her over the table and pulled up the skirt exposing Helen’s butt. Then I watched as Cynthia parted Helen’s butt cheeks exposing her rosebud, the present target for my dick. Damn, it looked very tight.

Cynthia squirted the contents of one tube onto the exposed asshole and smeared it around and in, all the while, whispering encouragement to Helen.

It appeared everything was ready for me, so I stood up, pushing Tory away, and stepped toward my victim. As I approached Helen’s backdoor, Cynthia said, “Sir, can I lube your penis?”

I really didn’t need any lube with all the saliva from Tory’s oral, but the lust must have fogged my brain, because I just nodded and Cynthia lubed up my stick using cream from the tube. I nearly came with her hand job, but she stopped before I shot my wad across the room.

Cynthia stepped aside and I stepped forward, placing the head of my dick against Helen’s anus. Tory whispered to Helen, “Honey, when you feel him pushing, relax your butthole. Just like you would do if you’re trying to take a shit.”

Fuck, that didn’t help my mood, thinking about getting shit on, but it wasn’t stopping me. Slowly I shoved forward, Helen moaned, Tory said, “Relax.” At first the asshole tightened but after a few seconds everything loosened and my dick slowly entered Helen’s bowels. Damn, she was a tight asshole.

I controlled my passion and kept my hips in check as I slowly shoved deeper and deeper until I finally could go no deeper. My crotch had been stopped by the cheeks of her full ass. I paused to consider my options and made a change of plans. As I wiggled my hips to stir my dick in her bum, I said, “I want her to cum.”

I heard a, “Huh.” from somewhere.

I replied, “I want her to cum while I’m fucking her ass. I want to feel her ass squeezing my dick. Now figure out how to pop her.” While they processed my last demand, I slowly pulled my dick out of Helen’s shithole until just the head was in and then I slowly pushed back in.

Cynthia chimed up, “I think I’ve got just the thing we need. Tory, why don’t you play with her clit, while I get it?”

As I slowly rode my bitch’s ass, Tory got underneath and I felt her start rubbing Helen’s clit. It wasn’t long before I felt Helen start responding to Tory’s attention. Helen’s hips started rocking in search of more pleasure.

Looking at Kristen, I said, “Engineer, get the swatter.” She made no move while she stared at my dick slowly pumping her co-slave’s ass. Waving my hand, I snapped, “Kristen, get the fly swatter!”

That broke her trance, but she was still hesitant until she saw my evil look, then she quickly got the swatter.

When she did, I said, “Swat the bitch.” Her expression first showed confusion before my command fully registered and then it changed to fear. She knew what I wanted her to do, so I shouted, “DO IT!”

The swatter came down and barely tapped Helen’s shoulder. Damn, she was pissing me off.

Looking at Kristen I said, “Unless you want to trade spots, you better put some weight into it. SWAT THE BITCH!”

The swatter came down hard and made contact with a shoulder blade. SLAP. Helen bucked under me and her ass tried to squeeze shut. Oh yes, that was nice.

“Again!” SLAP. Buck. It wasn’t like the first but it was satisfying. “Again.” SLAP. Buck. “Again.” SLAP. Barely a wiggle. That’s when I noticed Cynthia waiting. Looking at her I said, “Medical, what are you waiting for. Pop the bitch.”

I kept slowly fucking my bitch’s ass, as the other bitches shifted about. Tory moved away, Cynthia took her spot and then I felt a strong vibration start. Damn it, I wasn’t ready for that and Helen sure wasn’t. Her ass went crazy, her hips went crazy, hell the whole table started bouncing. Now we were getting somewhere.

“Swat the bitch!” Kristen wasn’t quite ready, but a few seconds later the swatter hit Helen’s back getting a nice reaction.

“Legal, give me the spoon, you take the spatula.” Tory wasted no time and she appeared to be enjoying the session. Taking the spoon, I whispered, “You be careful with that spatula, we don’t want to damage my goods. Okay?” She nodded and I said, “You’re going to make her dance, but not too much. I don’t want to pop out and have to reshaft you instead.” She nodded again.

Okay everything seemed to be ready, now for my fun.

I started taking long, slow, determined, strokes. Every stroke ended with me bucking my hips, thrusting my cock deeper. When I did, I grunted, “Swat.” Two implements made contact with Helen, she started dancing and bucking, and I concluded with, “Bad girl.” After bitch’s body tempered some, I slowly repeated with another stroke.

We kept this up for a few minutes. As we did, I noticed Helen hips rocking and rolling more. It appeared Cynthia was doing her job and my bitch was getting ready to pop.

On an out-stroke, I popped the bitch’s ass with the cupped end of the wooded spoon, giving out a very nice popping sound. Even with her gagged, you could hear Helen scream, and the spoon left a nice mark on her butt cheek. I shouted, “Don’t you dare cum until I do, bitch.” Covering all bases, I shouted, “Medical, pop the bitch.”

For the next several minutes, everyone in the room ran like a well-oiled machine. I would pull most of the way out and wait for Cynthia to perk Helen. When Helen got close, I shouted, “NO!”, smacked her ass with the spoon, and quickly shoved my hard cock deep into her bowels. Then there was the slapping of flesh followed by two other flesh slaps. Right after that, I held on as my bitch grunted, bucked, danced, and almost severed my dick with her asshole.

Well good things must come to an end, because on my next shout of, “NO!” and swat with my spoon, Helen started cumming anyway. My pole had a tough time plowing into her butt, with her butthole contracting the way it was, but I still hit bottom with a slap, followed quickly by two more smacks.

As Helen quaked under me, I forcefully shoved my hips forward a couple of times, making the table shake, before shouting, “Fucking bitch! You came and I didn’t! So let’s try this again! Medical, pop her!”

Now I started fucking the bitch in earnest, looking for my pleasure. By this time, I had dropped my spoon, but the other two slaves were still doing their job, as they beat Helen on the completion of my stroke.

Soon Helen hit her second plateau and I was close. I have never lasted this long with anyone and I was dripping in sweat. Helen wasn’t much better; her blouse was soaked. Grabbing a handful of hair, I pulled her up off the table saying, “You fucking came again, dumb bitch! What about me, cunt! When do I get my turn?” I then reached both hands around her chest, grabbed her partially opened blouse, and pulled.

In return, I received a very satisfying sound of buttons popping off and clattering across the room. I then pulled the blouse down, trapping her arms further before I grabbed her full tits. Then while she finished enjoying her climax, I enjoyed squeezing her breasts, while her ass squeezed my stick. To remind her what was happening, I bucked against her backside, forcing her upwards, while she gave out a grunt.

When her second peak was over, I grabbed her hips and started bucking her ass good. Helen collapsed onto the table, spent. After a couple more good thrusts, I grunted, “Oh shit!” and my balls contracted. I saw stars as my juice flowed into the slave’s guts. I pushed my dick deep into her rectum planting my seed into her shit.

It was my turn to collapse as I flopped on top of my worn-out slave.

It was several seconds before I could put any thoughts together. When I could, I found my cock still buried in Helen’s tight ass. I knew it wouldn’t be long before it slipped out but I didn’t want to rush it, so I just basked at the moment.

I was right because a few seconds later, Helen jiggled around and my dick popped out of her bum. With that, I stood up and softly said, “Ladies, please, untie her and help her to her room. After that let the Doctor check her over, I’ve might have gone overboard with her punishment.” I then slipped away to recover some, before freshening up.

About thirty minutes later, I went to check on Helen’s condition, and got spooked, when I noticed that everyone was in Helen’s room. Oh shit, this could only mean one thing! I had a complete mutiny on my hands. I had gone from a single rebel to a complete revolt. Oh well, might as well get this over with, and figure out where I screwed up so I won’t repeat it with the next batch of slaves.

Upon entering the room, it became very quiet and it only confirmed what I already knew. I said, “Who’s your spokesman?”

Cynthia said, “What are you talking about?”

“Who’s got the list of demands?”

Cynthia said, “Again, what are you babbling about?”

“You four, together, here, it could only mean one thing, rebellion.” I looked around the room and saw both shock and confusion. So I asked, “Am I right?”

Helen said, “I still don’t know what you’re saying, but we’ve been trying to figure out why I’ve just had the best orgasm, EVER.”

Now it was my turn to be shocked and confused. Cynthia said, “It appears you’ve got a sixth sense on how to control your slaves. I believe in a couple days we’ll do anything you ask.” Cynthia then left, followed by Kristen and then Tory. With them gone, my attention shifted to my original concern.

Helen was in the bed, laying on her side, covered with a sheet. Looking at her I asked, “Are you okay?”

“Just a bit sore. It’ll be painful sitting the next couple of days.” With that she removed the sheet and rolled over onto her stomach. As she did, I got a peek of her rack and a barely noticed her lack of pubic hair. My cock twitched, knowing that she was shaved, but quickly died when I noticed the marks on her ass and legs. I had been a very bad boy!

“Shit! Did I do all that?”

“I believe the others helped, but they were following your orders.”

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

Helen pointed to a jar and said, “Yes, can you rub some of that salve on my butt.”

I got the jar and carefully started rubbing its contents onto her ass.

It was then that I noticed that Helen had a very nice ass. Up to this point, I really hadn’t observed, but with my hands massaging her butt cheeks, I couldn’t help but notice. Yes, they were a tad flabby but at least she had some meat on them. Kristen had none, while Tory had too much, and Cynthia’s were too old. The only ass I’ve touched that was better than Helen’s was my ex-girlfriend’s.

It was becoming too much, so to take my mind off of asses, I asked, “When did you shave?”

Helen wiggled her ass as she answered, “Oh, you noticed. Cynthia did that while she was looking me over. She figured it was getting shaved sometime, so why not now. Besides, it made it easier for her to check for injuries in that area.”

“There, I’m done.” And I got up to leave.

She whimpered, “Must you go? Won’t you stay and cuddle?”

“I guess I could. What would be the best? Front to front or spooning?”

“I’d like to try spooning.” And she started arranging herself to give me room, but when I crawled on the bed she stopped and said, “Could you get naked? Your clothes might chafe me.”

I removed my clothes and got into bed with her. We covered up and then snuggled up. When we were finished, my semi-dead cock was resting in the crevasse of her ass, my chest pressed against her back, and I had an arm wrapped over her side. She then grabbed my hand and kissed it saying, “Thank you for caring.” before she placed it on her breast.

In a few minutes I noticed her breathing change as she fell asleep, just before I followed her into dreamland.

**

I was awakened by Tory. She said, “Hey sleepy heads, dinner in thirty minutes.”

Helen answered, “Okay.”

Tory replied, “Cynthia wanted me to remind you about what we talked about. Do you want to do it or do you want me too?”

Helen answered, “I’ll do it. But can you hand me the cup over there?”

Tory handed Helen a cup and quickly left the room, leaving me totally clueless about what the fuck they were talking about and what the fucking cup had to do with any fucking thing. Boy I can wake up on the wrong side of the bed sometimes. Well, most of the times.

Helen started shifting about and as she did she said, “Master, could you lay on your back.” Normally the master crap would piss me off, but she had said it in such a way that it was pleasant sounding. I flipped over and she started sucking on my limp noodle. Damn, I could get used to this!

It took her a couple of minutes to harden me up, but after I was fully erect, she switched to a slow hand job and asked, “Do you want to finish with a hand job, blow job, or pussy?”

“Huh?”

“Do you want to cum in my hand, mouth, or pussy? My ass is too sore for that choice.”

“Mouth.”

She quickly shifted back to sucking my dick. I was clueless what was happening. Well yes, I knew I was getting a knob job, but why? Oh fuck, why should I care? Hell, I was getting oral pleasure. So I just let the world spin as my slave sucked my cock.

Helen’s technique was different from Tory’s. Tory’s was more vacuum style letting the lips do the work. Helen used more tongue. I don’t know which one I liked better. All I know is I liked what Helen was doing right now. She was paying attention to the most important member of the team. My cock. Yes, my cock was master of everyone. It was one day going to rule the world and bring me along as its compatriot. Its partner.

My balls started tingling warning me that it was time, so I issued a warning to Helen, “I’m close.” I figured she would pull off and hand job me the rest of the way, but instead she tickled the most sensitive part of my cock, just underneath the head, with the tip of her tongue, as she gently squeezed my ball sack.

My dick erupted! It was one hell of a climax!

It felt like I dumped buckets of cum in her mouth and I was surprised when she took it all. She even used her hand to squeeze out the remaining sperm.

As I laid there in my post-orgasmic bliss, I watched as she placed the glass beside my dick and shifted her mouth over it and let my cum dribble into the glass. She noticed me watching and with ropes of sperm still dripping from her lips she said, “Sorry, orders. Need a sample.” Then licking her lips, she swallowed the remains before she said, “Now we can’t waste it, can we?”

I was spent as Helen carefully crawled over me and grabbed some clothes. I watched as she left the room, naked, holding her clothes and the glass with my sample.

It was a couple more minutes before I could muster enough strength to get up, put on my clothes, and head to the kitchen by way of a bathroom.

It appeared that Cynthia had started my new diet. There was a salad with a very lite dressing, baked Salmon, almost raw green beans and broccoli, and some fruit for dessert. It looked like she was trying to kill me by starvation.

To get my mind off of the meal, I asked, “When Tory woke us up, she reminded Helen about something that was said. If you don’t mind, could you tell me?”

Everyone looked at Tory who quickly said, “It’s Cynthia’s idea.”

A puzzled Cynthia said, “What?”

Tory, “Sample.” Cynthia still gave her a puzzled look, so she said, “Pre-dinner.”

It finally registered and Cynthia said, “Oh that.” and she started eating her salad again, so I gave her a look. She replied, “We’re getting samples at two almost fixed times: one in the morning after you get up, and one in the evening when you go to bed. I thought we might need another baseline, so I suggested before dinner. Enjoy.”

I snickered, “I did.” Then I had another brain child and said, “I think you should choreograph all my orgasms.”

She snickered back, “I thought that WAS my primary job.” After a brief pause she said, “By the way, enjoy the butt fucks, because very soon we can’t afford to waste your seed in barren holes. And that also includes oral.”

It appeared from her comments and tone, that she was accepting her new status in life. I made a mental note to have a private talk with all of them to see how they were adjusting. These four executive positions were critical to my plans. So if any of them were struggling, I need to make a slave change quickly.

During dinner someone asked about the schedule for after dinner. Did I expect them to work until bedtime? I answered that all work and no play makes for a lot of bitches and I had enough of those. No, work was from 9 to 5, unless we needed to work over. After that, it was playtime.

Then someone asked if I would mind taking them to see the Rec Center. I told them I would after I got my suit.

That’s when Kristen asked, “Why? We’ve seen everything.” and she started clearing the table as I tried to come up with a good reason for wearing my suit.

After several minutes the ladies were ready and we headed to the Rec Center. It appeared that I was just along for eye candy, because both Kristen and Helen led the way.

At the pool the ladies stripped to their birthday suits and dove in. I was shocked when none of them complained about the temperature and more shocked to find it a comfortable degree when I tested the pool with a foot.

Helen noticed and she shouted, “Kristen upped the temperature this morning after I complained.” So I peeled off my clothes and dove butt naked into the warm pool.

For the next half hour, the five of us swam and played in the pool. Even though we were naked, it didn’t seem to make a difference. A couple of times, I brushed against a free tit. And a couple times my genitals found someone’s hand but other than that it was non-sexual.

After a while, I decided to check out the hot tub. I was getting comfortable when both Cynthia and Tory joined me. My eyes feasted on Tory’s nakedness as she slowly slipped into the tub and I felt my stick come to life.

Tory moved around until she was sitting at my right and Cynthia went the other way and sat at my left. With nothing better in mind, I just sat there and closed my eyes.

Visions of Tory and Helen danced in my head. I envisioned them both laying, au naturel, on my bed, with their thighs spread wide, flashing me their bald cunts. Both were looking at me with lust in their eyes and both pussies were dripping honey on the bed. Right then a plan materialized and I made my move.

Reaching an arm around Tory, I pulled her close and forced my lips against hers. At first she tried to pull away but she changed her mind and her lips parted. Her tongue now joined mine and my hand made the next move as it cupped her firm breast before fondling it.

My plan had been to warm Tory up and then shift my attention to Cynthia, but that changed when Tory grabbed my now rock hard rod and slowly stroked it. Now I wasn’t in such a rush to switch lips as I let Tory give my dick some attention.

After letting Tory give my pole about a half dozen soft tugs, I opened my eyes to switch women, and I caught a glance of Kristen. She was sitting on the diving board with legs hanging over both sides, her shaved gash split open, displaying her inner flesh.

I fucking lost it, and I seeded the hot tub!

I grunted. Tory squealed and let go. Cynthia asked, “What’s up?”

My hips kept bucking as my dick kept pumping. Tory whispered, “He just came.”

Cynthia quietly said, “Okay.”

Tory, “What about a sample?”

As I held my head down in shame, Cynthia said, “Don’t worry about it. It was going to happen sometime. I’ll just note the time. Now don’t tell the others.”

A couple minutes later, the object of my mental affection climbed into the hot tub along with Helen. I was too ashamed to look at either of them.

While I stewed about my complete lack of control, the ladies started talking. I didn’t hear what they were talking about, or cared, as long as they didn’t talk about my manhood.

Tory interrupted my funk when she said, “Shit, who’s that?”

Looking up I saw a group of what appeared to be soldiers standing at the opposite end of the building staring at us. Now I had my reason for a suit!

They started heading our way, so I decided to meet the group half way. I didn’t want them to see the ladies naked. Yes, they’re slaves, but they’re MY slaves, and I don’t need just any old asshole taking a gander at MY breeding stock. Yes, I’m a possessive jerk.

As I got closer, I found out that there were six soldiers, all male, early 20s, of various sizes and colors. I said, “Can I help you?”

A medium white guy, built like a brick shithouse replied, “No, we’re just checking the place out. What are you doing here?”

“I’m the care taker. And you’re not supposed to be here. This side of camp is off limits to military personnel.”

The guy then got up into my face and said, “Sorry, I can’t read.” Right then it became crystal clear that they weren’t leaving until they were ready.

For the next minute we stared at each other before he looked over my shoulder saying, “What have you got over there? Your own pool party?”

Looking over the group, I knew I was in trouble. And looking at the tents in their fatigues, I knew my girls were in trouble. During all my months of preparation, I didn’t conceive the need to fight the army. So much for planning, let’s try off the cuff.

“Gentlemen, I must ask you to leave.”

Another soldier said, “Or what?”

He had me there. I had no, ‘or what’s.

The leader said, “Bring him along.” and two dudes grabbed me by my arms and started dragging me towards the hot tub. We had gone a few feet before the group stopped and someone said, “Wasn’t there four of them?”

Several seconds later another answered, “Yeah, where’s tall and skinny?”

Just then a male voice boomed out, “Privates let go of the man.” I was quickly released as everyone started looking around to see where the voice came from. The voice continued, “Mr. Perz, are you okay?”

Nodding my head, I said, “Yes, sir.”

The voice, “Privates, you’ve already broken a fair number of regs, let’s not add anymore to the charges.” Doors started slamming and then I heard the sound of boots. Hot damn, the Calvary has arrived! Oops, wrong military branch.

Very shortly I was separated from my captors and they were surrounded by a squad of MPs. During this transition someone handed me a towel and I was able to cover up.

I was just getting curious about what was going to happen next, when the doors banged open and three soldiers walked in. They marched right up to me and the leader said, “Mr. Perz, I’m Colonel Haun. Intelligence Officer of the Camp. Behind me is my assistant Major Collins and Sergeant Major Belue. Sergeant Major take charge of the prisoners.” The sergeant barked out some orders and the MPs escorted their charges out of the building.

Once they were gone, the colonel said, “Sorry about interrupting your outing. We were tracking that group earlier until they crossed into your restricted zone. Due to your agreement, we weren’t authorized to follow them without your approval. Once we got it, we acted as quickly as we could.”

Unfortunately, my brain hadn’t quite gotten in gear when I said, “What approval?” or else I would’ve kept my mouth shut.

From the look the colonel was giving me, he was majorly freaked. He stammered, “We got a call and they gave their approval. Didn’t you authorize the call?”

Tory said, “Colonel, it was authorized by the Trustees.” I now noticed the ladies standing a few feet away. They were clothed but it appeared they hadn’t dried first, because all four dresses were in various stages of transparency. Tory’s was the worst, she might as well have been naked.

The colonel looked at me and asked, “Is that true? Does the Trustees have that authority?”

My mind was clear enough to answer, “Yes sir, they have the authority.”

The colonel looked relieved and said, “Good. You had me worried for a moment.” I noticed his attention was focused on Tory as he said, “Sir, can you spare about thirty minutes tomorrow to sign the complaint? It will be ready first thing in the morning.”

“I don’t have a problem. Just call first.”

Just before he and his assistant left, he said, “Mr. Perz, I promise you this won’t happen again.” Then they quickly left. And since our party had been spoiled, we headed back to our residences.

On the way back, I suggested that they come to my place and watch a movie. They asked what kind of movie? To which I answered, that I had many kinds, they just needed to pick one. They thought it was a great idea but asked if they could freshen up before coming over and I told them that it was okay since I had nothing planned.

**

About thirty minutes later there was a knock at my door and I opened it. The girls entered.

It looked like I was hosting a slumber party. All four were dressed in different styles of night clothes. Cynthia was wearing flannels: shirt and shorts, both with different patterns. Kristen was wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of gray boxers. Tory was wearing a knee length green satin nightshirt that hid all her assets. Helen was the only one that had anything close to being sexy. She was wearing a pink camisole with a matching skort. She was showing her assets.

As for me, I had changed into a pair of silk draw string trousers.

My guests were floored when I showed them my collection of movies. They couldn’t believe I had that many until I informed them that I was expecting to spend most of my evenings watching them. After the initial shock wore off, the ladies started looking for a movie that they all could agree on. While they did that, I asked, “By the way: Which of you saved my ass?”

Three of the ladies pointed to Kristen, so I asked her, “How?”

She answered, “From the building plans, I knew where the alarm was. After I pressed it, the phone right beside it rang and I answered it. Whoever was on the other end asked, ‘Do I have your approval?’ Of course I said yes. The rest you know.”

The girls finally agreed to watch, ‘An Officer and A Gentleman’, so everyone got cozy and watched the movie. I sat in one chair. Kristen, Helen, and Tory sat on the sofa. Cynthia sat in another chair.

I had seen the movie a couple of times, so during some slow parts, I daydreamed about the new life I had started. It was weird being an owner of humans, and for that matter, an owner of prime baby making women. And I was having sex with them for just that purpose, babies. Well, at least that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it, as I’m sticking them. Ha. Ha. Boy this is going to be the life.

Taking another gander at my new flock: Cynthia is a tad older than my mother, the chances of us having a child is low. Kristen is prime baby making age, but she seems a bit scrawny to have that many, I figured her for ten. Helen, was a couple years younger than my mother, but I figured she was good for two maybe five tops. As for Tory, she was ten years older than Kristen, but had the body for producing kids, she was going to give me at least a dozen girls, hopefully fifteen. Between the four, they were going to produce 24 to 30 babies.

I had to pause my rapturous thoughts of fucking my way to wealth when the movie ended and the ladies decided to call it a night leaving Tory and me alone.

Looking at Tory, the butterflies in my stomach started dancing, so I said, “I need some wine, do you want some too?”

“Yes.”

I opened a bottle of California Zinfandel and poured us both a big glass. We then sat together on the sofa. Unlike the first night, I started the conversation asking her what she liked.

Over the next hour we shared our likes and dislikes as we killed off the bottle of wine. I made sure she drank as much as me, but she seemed to get more information out of me the more we drank. At some point we ended up in my bed as we talked and drank.

Once the wine was gone our clothes disappeared and our lips met. Somewhere in the back of my alcohol numbed brain a voice was yelling to take it slow. We needed to start manning up and take it slow. I listened and let Tory take the lead.

After a couple of minutes of kissing, Tory moved my face to her neck, and then to her breasts. There my lips and tongue went crazy, as they feasted on both mounds of flesh with very hard tips. Man she’s got a nice pair of tits. The nipples are good too.

I don’t know how long she let me mouth her rack, but soon she was guiding my face down her chest, over her bellybutton, until she pushed my face into her pussy. She was in complete control as my tongue tickled her privates.

She guided my face around her dripping hole, forcing my tongue to clean her juices, before she steered my tongue to her slit. There my tongue lapped up her honey as she moaned in pleasure, giving my tongue the courage to go deeper and deeper into her slit looking for more. The deeper it went the louder and louder the moans became until suddenly she pulled my face upwards and shoved my tongue on her clit.

When my tongue landed on her bump, her hips did a quick swivel, before she shouted, “Oooohhhh sssshhhiit!” Now her hips went wild as her orgasm exploded. For the remainder of her climax, she tightly held my face against her pussy, until suddenly her arms went limp and I was free.

Giving myself a few seconds to weigh all my options, I moved in for seconds, but when I did Tory’s hands grabbed my face and started pulling me back up to her lips.

When our lips touched, I felt her guide my dick into place, before she forced me into her tunnel. My dick wasn’t in the mood to argue, as it started pumping deeper and deeper, neither was I, as I shoved my hips down.

I now tried to make love to my lover. I say try because it didn’t last very long. I got in about a dozen long slow strokes, before my balls took over and my hips went wild. Six rapid pumps later, I grunted and my balls forced my seed into her waiting pussy.

I rutted into her a few times, planting my cum close to her womb, before I pulled out and crashed beside her. As I laid there panting, I got pissed at myself for being so juvenile, I need to do better. No, I must do better. Everything counts on my sexual prowess, otherwise a machine could do the deed just as well. I decided I needed to talk with the doctor tomorrow.

Shifting my attention back to the companion lying beside me, I snuggled against her. Laying an arm over her, I gave her a gentle hug before rubbing her stomach and whispering, “Maybe you’ll give me my first girl.” Then my fingers slipped down to her button. When they did, she grabbed my arm and kissed it saying, “I’m good, now go to sleep.”

I did.

Wasted Screamer

My dreams were interrupted by the shaking of my bed. Cracking my eyes, I noticed Helen getting up and heading towards the bathroom. Damn, she’s got a nice ass. The best looking ass of all my slaves, except for those painful looking bruises that some fuckwad gave her. Might as well tell her how sorry I am, again.

As I entered the bathroom, I said, “Good morning.” In return I received a squeak and the sound of her firm thighs slapping together. Helen was already on the toilet and I must have shocked her.

She gave me a dirty look before she said, “I thought you were asleep.”

“You woke me when you left.”

“I needed to use the ladies room. Do you mind?”

I knew she wanted me to leave, but I wasn’t, so I answered, “No, go ahead.”

“Could you leave?”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I said, “Nope.”

“Well I can’t go while you’re watching.”

Taking a seat on a bathroom stool I said, “Then I might as well get comfortable.”

We stared at each other for about a minute, before she parted her thighs a bit, and I heard the sound of urine splashing in the commode. The way she was hunched over, I couldn’t see a thing, but she continued staring at me as she relieved herself. A few seconds later, she gave me a wicked grin before I heard a plopping of turds hitting water.

I said, “That’s gross.”

She said, “I warned you.”

As I left, I said, “I’ll use the other bathroom.”

When I returned from emptying my bladder, Helen was already under the sheet. So I joined her and we quickly joined lips.

Last night, before I fell asleep, I promised myself to take it slow, and try to chill. So as we were kissing my mind chanted, “Slow. Slow. Take it slow.” But another hard member of my group was screaming, “FUCK! FUCK! Fuck her, NOW!” Damn it cock, shut the fuck up.

Pulling away from Helen, I took some deep breaths. As I was doing this, Helen asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Just trying to slow things down.”

She shoved me onto my back and started straddling me as she said, “Well let me take over.” Before I knew it, my cock was finding relief, buried deep in her hot pussy.

Still trying to control my passion, I stared at her eyes. Her blue eyes. Different from the others. I stared at them as she bounced on my shaft several times before laying her chest onto mine. As her full breasts pressed against me, I concentrated on those eyes. Those pool of blue eyes with hot passion just oozing from them. She seemed to notice my struggle as she asked, “You’re close.”

Not breaking eye contact I nodded.

She paused while she thought through our options before she asked, “Do you want a closer look at a shaved pussy?”

Again I nodded.

She carefully dismounted from my dick and once my pole was free, she slid forward until her pussy was a few inches away from my face. My dick nearly exploded at the view I was seeing.

A real live hairless pussy just inches away. Damn, look there, it’s a clit! A hard, throbbing clit peeking out at me.

Looking up, my cock twitched. Helen was looking down and her two big breasts were in the way.

Then I got a whiff of her. The strong unmistakable scent of horny pussy. It was just too much.

Grabbing her ass, I pulled her closer, until her pussy was against my mouth.

She squealed and my tongue went to work. It was pussy eating time!

With my face trapped, all I could really do was to lick whatever was in front of my mouth. After I cleaned up that spot, I used my hands to move her hips to adjust her crotch so I could find more cream.

At this point, Helen got a clue, and started hunching her hips, causing her pussy to move over my tongue and mouth. At one end of the movement I was able to lick her asshole, at the other end I tongued her clit, and in between I sucked the pussy juice from her sopping slit.

Looking up, I noticed she now had her eyes closed and a big grin, giving me the courage to step it up a notch.

Now instead of tonguing her clit, I sucked on it. This in turn caused her to ride my face harder and she started groaning. After a half dozen of those, she appeared to be ready for the finale.

So with the next clitty suck, I also worked my tongue around and on her clit. It had the desired effect as I saw the cum pour out of her. Her eyes popped open before they closed again. Her hips started bucking causing her rack to dance. And boy did those tits dance today. It was a beautiful few seconds as my lover partook of her joyous rapture.

My tongue was still working on her clit, when she pulled away.

Looking down she smiled before saying, “Thank you.” Then she reached back and felt my stick. Not letting go, she slowly moved back until she again had my dick in her snatch.

She slowly rode me and I just let her do me. This time I wasn’t holding back and I just enjoyed the sensations. The taste of pussy. The smell of sex. The sound of fucking. The feel of cunt. The sight of boobies. All too soon I felt my balls squeeze my cum into her as she smiled down at me twitching under her.

Toward the end of my pleasure, she asked, “Good wasn’t it?”

I answered, “Toe curling.”

Right after that, she laid beside me and we cuddled for a bit, before getting a shower together.

With our sexual needs quenched, the shower was tame and quick. As was the toweling off and the getting dressed. Before I knew it, we were eating breakfast with the others.

Right after we cleaned up breakfast, we headed to the meeting room. There I supervised placing the order for twenty-five slaves. It was a slow process since it was a specialty order. For each slave we had to place a deposit to hold them so we could bundle the group to get group pricing. Some deposits failed, since the original slave was no longer available and we had to scramble looking for a substitute.

Somewhere during this process, the Colonel called and I asked him to come over to the slave quarters.

When he arrived, I had Tory look over the paperwork before I signed it. As I returned the papers, he asked, “Can I have a word with you sir.”

“Go ahead.”

He appeared a little nervous as he said, “Privately?”

I led him outside before asking, “Private enough?”

“Yes sir.” It seemed he needed a few seconds to gather his thoughts before he asked, “Would you be willing to sell the Hispanic?”

“Her name is Elizabeth and I need her for the moment. Would you like ‘Right of First Refusal’?”

“Yes sir, I would.” We then shook hands and he left.

Back inside, Helen asked, “What did he want?”

“Right of First Refusal.”

Someone said, “What?”

Tory explained, “Right of first refusal is a contractual right that gives its holder the option to enter a business transaction with the owner of something, according to specified terms, before the owner is entitled to enter into that transaction with a third party. In brief, the right of first refusal is similar in concept to a call option.” Tory then looked at me and asked, “What something did he want?”

“You.” She was stunned and I got the group back to work.

Finally, around 11, we started negotiating the price for the group. At first we were dealing with five different slave traders, but after a while we swapped some slaves around and reduced it down to three slave traders, one on the east coast, one on the west coast, and one mid-country.

It wasn’t long after that, before we agreed on a final price and the funds were transferred. If nothing went wrong, our next batch of slaves would be delivered Thursday.

With that done, we took a quick break before we made sandwiches for lunch. As we did I said, “Doc, after lunch, we need to talk. I’ve got something on my mind.”

Tory said snidely, “Yeah honey, asses, just watch yours. He likes to poke them.”

“Oh that reminds me, you’ll need to start lubing up, I’m doing yours before dinner.” That shut the bitch up. Maybe I should sell her lard ass to the colonel.

After lunch, Cynthia asked, “Where do you want to meet?”

“I think your office would be appropriate.”

Once we were settled in her office with the door closed, I asked, “Can you help me with my lack of endurance?”

“Your issue with premature ejaculation?”

Damn, she didn’t need to be so fucking technical. I stuttered, “Yeah, that.”

She shifted into diagnostician mode and started asking very personal questions as she did various tests and drew lots of blood. After she had done all the tests, she let me know, she thought my problem was more conditional than it was medical. She explained, that I may have unintentionally conditioned myself to ejaculate quickly to avoid getting caught.

It made some sense, I had been taught that self-pleasure was bad. So during my adolescence, whenever I jacked off, it felt dirty and I rushed the process to a quick conclusion. Then I met my girlfriend and she tried to slow me down, but then she disappeared. After that, it was back to jacking off. For the past year, I’ve barely had time to breathe let alone masturbate. So when I had an itch, it was whack, whack, whack, then I was done. Very quick and efficient.

Well now I’ve learned, it might have been too quick and too efficient.

I asked, “Okay, what’s the prognosis?”

She said, “Before I answer, I’ll like to do a little test. Are you up for it?”

“When?”

“No time like the present.”

“I’m all yours Doc.”

“Can we use you place?”

“Lead the way.”

She collected a few items before she led me over to my place, where I let her in. There she led me to my bedroom and told me to get undressed and lay on my bed.

Once I had done as she asked, Cynthia blindfolded me before she tied me spread-eagled to all four corners. It wasn’t tight, but I wasn’t going anywhere either.

Right after that, I felt a warm mouth engulf my manhood, and in no time I was rock hard, ready to dump.

It wasn’t to be, because the mouth disappeared, to be replaced by a hand. A soft gentle hand. A soft gentle stroking hand. A soft gentle teasing stroking hand. A hand that wouldn’t let me cum. A hand that brought me to the very pinnacle of release without letting me achieve it.

I moaned. I groaned. I pleaded for it to let me cum, but it only teased me to the extreme heights of frustration. I was in hell.

I don’t know how long I was in that hell. It felt like hours. But suddenly something changed. The hand was slimy. Greasy. It was coating my dick. That hand was joined by a second that fondled my balls. My balls were getting the same coating as my dick.

Once my balls and cock were completely coated, the hands disappeared and several seconds later the bed rocked as someone crawled over me. My stick was then held as they shifted about before my cock slipped into a warm cunt.

God it felt good to have my cock buried deep into someone’s warm pussy. At least that’s what I thought at that moment.

That was to change, because that pussy did a slow number on my stick. Just like the hand before it, it was a tease. A slow frustrating tease. A slow frustrating nut-cracking tease. It continued and it continued, not letting me cum.

Suddenly I felt the cunt’s cunt squeezing. Squeezing my pole. And then I heard the cunt grunt. Damn it the bitch was cumming! She was cumming and I was being left out to dry. Fuck her. Damn it, fuck her. Fuck the damn bitch for using me for HER pleasure!

The squeezing stopped, but the teasing didn’t, as she kept slowly riding my rock hard dick.

At that point my mind went wild. I shook at my bonds. I bucked my hips. But nothing helped, the bitch just stopped until I settled down.

The bitch rode me through a couple more of her orgasms before she caressed my face. The riding got faster now as she rubbed my cheek. Faster and faster. I was close, very very close. My balls started their tingling. Another few seconds and I’ll dump.

Right then I heard, “Cum.” and my balls contracted. My arms and legs pulled at my bindings as my dick pumped gallons and gallons of cum into my cunt. The hand caressed my face as the voice said, “That’s it Dave, cum.”

The lights went out.

**

When I came to, Cynthia was lying beside me covered in perspiration. She was struggling with the rope tied to my wrist. I asked, “Pardon the pun, but what’s up doc?”

Cynthia stopped and said, “Not you, that’s for certain.” and then she cradled my dead meat in her hand.

“Okay, okay, it’s dead. You drained it for sure. Did you learn anything with that torture session?”

She resumed untying me as she answered, “Just proved it’s not a medical issue.”

“How’s that.”

“You lasted over an hour.”

I checked the clock and noticed she was right. I just laid there stunned as she finished untying me.

When she was through, she cuddled beside me and covered us up with a sheet. She was still covered in a light dew. Gently I cradled her before asking, “Are you okay?”

As she pressed against me, she answered, “Yeah hon, I’ll just be a tad sore tomorrow. I’m not as young as a used to be and that was the longest ride I’ve ever had.”

I held my lover as I rehashed the past hour. Something puzzled me, “Why the lotion?”

“Oh that. It was a desensitizer. I also used it yesterday with Helen.”

My mind drifted back to the previous day, and yes, I lasted much longer than usual. Dang, that stuff works!

As we laid together relaxing, Cynthia said, “Not wanting to spoil the moment, but there’s something that I need to clear up.”

“Go ahead. This is as good a time as any.”

“I’m not comfortable terminating viable pregnancies.”

Well I was wrong, this wasn’t a good time to talk about this, but we might as well talk through it. I said, “Unless something changes, I’m not having any boys running around here. First: There’s no money in it. Second: It’s going to be tough enough just handling over 5,000 girls, mix that with a group of boys and we’ll go crazy. Besides, I’ve been told girls are easier to raise than boys. Third: I don’t need the boys fucking my girls, and give them half a chance they would. I guarantee it. Fourth: Boys would set this camp on fire, both physically and mentally. Do you disagree?”

“Maybe so, but aborting them isn’t an answer.”

“Maybe not, but I don’t see many other options. If we don’t terminate the pregnancy, then the pregnant slave has to go. Another option?”

“We could deliver the child here and then put them up for adoption.”

“No. If we do that, something will come up and we’ll be stuck with the boy. No, I’m not allowing any boys to be born at this camp.” I paused a few seconds before saying, “Terminate or the slave goes.”

“Are you prepared to lose a third of the slaves?”

“Not really, but that’s the reason the business plan calls for abortion. It assumed a third of all pregnancies would end at 12 weeks and the slave would be available for another attempt within 2 months. Is there any way to improve the odds of having girls?”

“I’m working on that, along with improving the odds for conception. I think with the right drugs and timing; we can shift the odds from a 25% chance of conceiving to at least a 50% chance. The big problem with this is it increases the chance of multiples by a factor of ten, to about a 15% chance of conceiving twins.”

I hadn’t thought about multiple births. That will change the business plan, not by much, but it should add a million to my retirement fund.

My dreams of getting rich was cut short when Cynthia asked, “If you don’t mind, I need to get back to my office, I’ve got some things I need to finish before dinner.”

Kissing the back of her head I answered, “Nope, you’re good, I’ve got some stuff to do as well.” And we got dressed and went our separate ways.

Before she left, Cynthia said, “You might want to tell the others. They can help with your problem.”

After knowing my problem was solvable, I was feeling pretty chipper, so I went back to working on cleaning up my autobiography.

I did this until someone knocked on the front door.

When I opened it, Tory was there and she said, “It’s nearly dinnertime and I’m here to collect you and a sample.” For a few seconds I just stood there in deep thought before Tory asked, “Can I come in or what?”

Slipping past her I said, “What.” and closed the door. As I walked away, she just stood there confused. I helped snap her back to reality, “Aren’t you coming? I’ll need your help cumming.” I chuckled to myself over my snappy comeback.

Entering the slave quarters, I shouted, “Quick meeting, in Tory’s room.”

When I got to Tory’s room, I lost my clothes and then laid down naked on her bed. Soon all four slaves where there looking at me with puzzled expressions.

Looking at Cynthia, I said, “You diagnosed it, now help fix it.” Then placing my hands behind my head, I closed my eyes, and relaxed.

As Cynthia explained everything to the others, I let my mind drift to better times. Times with my mother and sister. Times with my first love, Heather.

Suddenly I felt a hand cradle my cock and I took a quick peek. It was Tory’s hand, but the others were still watching and Cynthia was directing, so I returned to my daydream.

There the hand belonged to Heather. My Irish, green eyed, red head. My first love. The love I lost.

The hand moved slowly. Tortuously slowly. Pump, pump, slowly. Damn I needed to cum.

Suddenly, without control, my hips started bucking and the hand stopped. Teasing me. Taunting me. Fuck I need to cum.

My hips stopped and the hand resumed, this time it was joined with a second hand fondling my balls.

Another peek and nothing had changed other than the look of lust in their eyes.

Quickly I closed my eyes and I remembered the same lustful look pouring from green eyes. Oh yeah, oh yeah. Those beautiful green eyes. Those eyes filled with lust. Those eyes that belonged to Heather. My one and only Heather. The same Heather that gave me my first rack.

The vision of her breasts did it. My cock preformed an ‘Old Faithful’ and erupted seed into the air.

My asshole puckered before I grunted and shot another load. Damn this was a strong cum. A strong cum.

The hand softened its strokes as my balls emptied their reserves and then it was over.

Keeping my eyes closed, I basked in my imaginary world as someone scooped the cum off of my stomach and pubis. And then they left me alone.

**

A little while later, Tory came back and said, “Master, dinnertime.”

I said, “They can wait. Why don’t you take your panties off so I can properly thank you?”

She pecked my cheek before saying, “I’ll take a rain-check. I started this morning.” And she left before it finally registered that she was on her period.

I got dressed and joined everyone for dinner.

Tonight we had a very tasty tuna casserole. I’m looking forward to eating much better meals than the frozen dinners I had been eating for over a year.

After dinner, they cleaned up before everyone headed to the Rec Center. Tonight they talked me into going bowling instead of swimming. With two great cums under my belt, I wasn’t in the mood to fight them.

They played three games as I watched. They wanted me to play but I refused because I’m a stick in the mud. Besides, I can only throw gutter balls. I’ve tried but bowling isn’t my game.

I did enjoy the competition between the women and noticed the more the tits bounced the worst they played. It appeared their swinging boobies threw their game or concentration off.

Kristen was the overall winner, followed by Tory, then Helen, and finally Cynthia.

After that, we headed back to my place to watch another movie. Tonight they chose, ‘Titanic’, starring Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet.

Other than the normal male scenes, tits and action, I was bored and did host duties, biding my time until after the movie was over.

When the credits finally appeared, I assumed some slaves were leaving, but Cynthia came over and said, “Since Kristen’s staying the night, do you mind if we stay until I collect my sample? Besides, I’d like to be close, in case she freaks out.”

This was weird, them waiting around until I studded Kristen, but it did make some sense, so I nodded my approval before heading over to Kristen.

Looking at her I asked, “Are you ready for bed?” Looking at me with fear flowing from her eyes, she gave me a slight nod before standing up. Holding her hand, I gently led her to my bedroom.

Like the previous night, my plan was to start with some conversation as we drank some wine. This I hoped, would calm both of us. But that changed, because as soon as the bedroom door closed, Kristen attacked!

She growled, wrapping her arms around me, and I found my lips pressing against hers. Her tongue pushed through my closed lips and started tickling my teeth.

Damn, I thought she was going to be a cold fish. Instead, I’ve got a hot barracuda!

Not wanting to spoil the mood, my hands quickly grabbed her ass and I pulled us tighter together as my tongue started dancing with hers. While we kissed, our clothes fell away as we stumbled to the bed.

I don’t know how, but shortly I found myself laying on the bed, with Kristen laying on top of me. Her smooth snatch buried in my face and her hot mouth sucking my dick.

For the next few minutes we worked on our passion. Correction, she worked on my passion. From the way her pussy was dripping, she was ready.

My suspicions were confirmed, when a couple of licks later, Kristen started her orgasm. And not just any everyday old orgasm, but one hell of a mind blowing climax.

She screamed some unintelligible words and started thrashing around on top of me. To protect myself, I flipped us over, until she was bucking under me, still shouting words that didn’t have meaning.

After about a minute, she suddenly stopped, and I shifted around to see if she had died.

Nope, her eyes were open and she was gasping for air, but otherwise she was motionless. The strange part was she was covered in a thin coating of perspiration. It looked like she had just finished running a marathon. Well I guess she had, a sexual marathon. That’s when my evil side kicked in.

Looking at her, my hand slipped between her thighs and I forced two fingers into her sloppy cunt. Her eyes got big when my fingers found her G-spot. They got even bigger when I started finger fucking her hard, making sure my fingers worked on her G-spot.

Within seconds, she started screaming made up words and started thrashing about. Her hips went wild forcing me to grasp her crotch with my hand to hold on. This caused the palm of my hand to press her clit, while my fingers pressed her internal button.

With both pleasure points trapped, her climax intensified, causing her hips to buck, causing more pressure on her pleasure points, causing her more pleasure, causing more hip bucking, causing more, well everything.

For the next several seconds, she flailed about as I held on until suddenly she stopped.

Like the last time, she was still huffing as she stared at the ceiling. Unlike last time, I mounted up.

In an ungentlemanly manner, I crawled between her legs, placed both ankles on my shoulders, and quickly shafted the wet cunt.

It didn’t go as I expected, this pussy was tight. Very very tight. As my hips bucked my dick deeper and deeper, the bitch’s tunnel kept squeezing and squeezing, slowing my advance, forcing me to withdraw and try again.

During my attack, I looked over my opponent. She was now staring at her crotch at her invader. She had a wicked looking smile on her face. Her rack was doing a slight shimmy and her hips were rocking.

Deeper and deeper drilled my dick until it finally could go no further. I froze because I was so so close. My balls were screaming for relief and I knew if I moved or even wiggled it would be over. Right then Kristen looked at me and said, “Master, you complete me.”

Then as we stared into each other’s eyes, her hand slowly moved toward our intimate junction and she said, “Sorry Master, but my clit’s on fire.” I believe that’s when she touched it and our world exploded.

As she let out a primal scream, her eyes rolled back, and her hips bounced. Her ankles slipped off my shoulders and my chest crashed into her breasts. I held her tightly. She bucked. My dick stirred. My balls emptied. Her scream continued. I grunted. My cock seeded her fertile womb.

I continued holding her as she thrashed about until my balls were empty and she was motionless.

At that point someone said, “Now that’s what I call well fucked.”

With my still twitching cock buried deep in Kristen, I looked over my shoulder. The other three slaves were standing there with their jaws hanging open. Carefully, I dismounted and stood next to the three as we looked over my wasted lover.

Kristen was lying motionless on the bed in a puddle of her sweat and cum. Her eyes closed. Her breathing shallow. Her arms and legs sprawled out and her gash split open with my cum oozing out. Yeah, she was well fucked.

After about thirty seconds of silence, Cynthia broke rank and quickly got her sample before she said, “Okay ladies, let’s let the love birds get some rest.” And as they left, Tory said, “Now that’s a screamer. A very wasted screamer.”

With the top cover a mess and Kristen basically out of action. It took me a few minutes to remove the cover and get Kristen under the sheet. I joined her and then held her. I did take the liberty of fondling her breasts as I snuggled against her before I fell asleep.