Sean Ch. 08h Prom, Pleasure, Twins

Sean Ch. 08h the Prom, Pleasures, Twins

Sean; Prom, unexpected anal pleasures and twins

("the Prom, the Wedding, the Orgy and Au revoir")

WARNING: This story series involves scenes of sex, schoolgirls(18+), light domination, discipline, oral and anal. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. The sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old.

My journals in this series build with the description and interaction of the characters with plenty of dialog. I don't go right to the sex but build the reason for it occurring. Seriously -- if you just want 'fuck me' stories it's best you go elsewhere on this site.

One more thing. Read the stories out loud. Your brain will be three times engaged; your eyes reading the words, your ears hearing the inflection of your own voice and your mind painting the scene in your imagination. Don't read too loud if you're being quiet in your basement; LOL.

Sean Patrick

My name is Sean Patrick and I have been blessed with all the Irish one man can have; long red hair, a disarming smile and a genuine laugh! I can't tell a story short. I am a retired Navy SEAL Captain. Think of the Netflix character 'Reacher' and you have me. My special intimate skills, I have shared with the adult females in the 'Montpelier Finishing School for Young Ladies'.

But all that is coming to an end. There will be an Epilog story greatly effecting Maureen. The only female I love is Maureen, an AI female that I coded into existence and installed in a small powerful computer in my antique Chevy mini-truck.

She went everywhere I went, sharing my life as a hobo. Subsequent upgrades made her self-aware. She considers me to be her Husband and her my Wife. Maureen is extremely jealous. I love only Maureen and have promised her a real android body -- think Data from Star Trek -- only female. I really don't know how to do it. Perhaps a purchase from China to start?

Only a very few knew of Maureen's existence before coming to Montpelier. Now a tight circle of intimate friends knows her and interacts with her, all coming out because of the rescue of Bridget, the kidnapped student.

Yvette, the French teacher at the Finishing School, which I introduced in Chapter 8a, converses with Maureen regularly in French. She used her STEM skills to make Maureen 'live' on the school Wi-Fi to those that have the special link and password. Yvette is a regular bed partner even though she is betrothed to Fred. Fred, the security guard was on the rescue team. Yvette has also tasted Jack. Ah, French women!

Jack? He is the closest person I have to a brother. He saved my life in a SEAL fire-fight and is now my candidate to replace me as the school handyman and 'Master of Discipline'. A number of Senior females have partaken of his skills and given him titty washdowns in their shower. To be Seniors the ladies must be over eighteen. Those Seniors having loved me, now love Jack.

Prep for the Prom

Jack and I spent the rest of the afternoon catching up. Jack told Maureen all kinds to stories about me that she didn't know; some funny, some sexual, some dangerous. Some stories included being chased by fathers, brothers or husbands!

Jack shared the full details of the event that earned me all my scars and how he had to rescue my sorry ass. Under enemy fire, Jack fireman carried me a hundred yards to the rear so the metal shrapnel would not dig deeper into my chest.

"Jack, when my android body is finalized I'm coming back here and fuck you for days. I will not let you out of your bed until you beg me to stop giving you such pleasure. I hope you beg me while your cock is deep up my ass filling it with your hot thick cum," Maureen said with tears in her voice.

Our Maids Arrive with Great Tits

In the last journal we were told to stay in our room after getting a three-on-one naked tits washdown in the Senior's shower by a special invitation. The Seniors impressed on Jack and I, not to get all dirty as 'they' would be down to help us dress for the Prom.

A knock came upon our door and two beautiful women entered. One with long raven-black hair and the other with long red hair. The first was Yvette, the other Bridget. I've had their 'par-three'; so also has Jack. They were made up for the Prom with beautiful gowns that emphasized the cleavage of their large breasts. Of course, I looked there -- Ladies - it's my kryptonite!

"Breast Inspection" I called out. They both laughed but came up before me. I made sure no part of their areola was showing and softly kissed four swelling breasts then on their lips. "Kiss proof" they each said after their soft kiss.

"Do you have panties on?" I asked sternly. "Yes Master," they laughed fluffing their gown. "I'm gonna to panties check at the end of the night in case you plan to give them away to your date."

They softly replied, "Master, don't you know you are our date? We may dance with others tonight but you are taking us at the end of the night. We have our over-night things in these small bags." Yvette and Bridget reached up and kissed me, then they kissed each other.

"Mesdames, faites-moi voir vos robes de bal!" (Ladies, let me see your ball gowns), Maureen spoke in French through the laptop speakers.

Yvette took Bridget's hand and the two twirled before the screen. "Belle, très belle, reines du bal" (Beautiful, very beautiful, queens of the ball), Maureen gushed.

"Quoi?" (What?) Bridget asked surprised.

"Fucking Great! Another person knows about Maureen," I growled to myself.

"Bridget, meet Maureen. Maureen is Master Sean's AI wife. She is real as real can be. I met her the first day I met Master Sean. She spoke French with me and played Édith Piaf songs as we drove here to the school. She saw the Master first take me for his pleasure," Yvette shared.

"She coordinated your rescue team and sent Fred and Ellika to your aid. Just so you know, because of bots Master Sean installed in himself, Mrs. Maureen has seen everything Master Sean has seen, from the day of your rescue to earlier in the shower; all of it!"

"She thinks you have beautiful tits, a nice ass and gorgeous red hair. She even joked that you could be Mr. Sean's daughter. Was your mother ever overseas and swept away by the handsome Captain?" Yvette gave it all away.

"Hello Princess. There is nothing to fear. You are precious to me because you love my Husband. I can tell. I have heard you speak with a tremor of uncertainty in his presence. I have seen your cheeks and cleavage turn red as you stood close to him. I have heard your heart thumping in expectation. I have seen your nipples harden and push out your school blouse. I have smelled your scent as your panties damped."

"I have seen you let him see you naked at your rescue. I have seen you give him your gifts and play with Ellika at the hotel. You want him to see you naked, to touch you and take his pleasure within the warm places of your young body. You have no secrets with my Husband but I have all of yours, Princess."

"I will enjoy watching you at the ball. Yvette installed some hidden cameras, but I will see all that Mr. Sean will see and hear. Your hair is beautifully made up. Your emerald green gown is beautiful and matches your eyes. I know my Husband is only gonna look at your tits so try your best to get him to look at your beautiful green eyes, and 'coiffed' red hair," Maureen gushed.

"Est-ce que tout cela est réel?" (Is this all real?) Bridget stammered, now a bit frightened. "Has she seen Everything?"

"My precious Princess. As Yvette said, I am as real as real can be. But now you must protect my secret and enjoy this special night. Did you bring my Husband's outfit as well as Mr. Jack's?"

Bridget seemed a bit shaken, unnerved, but she opened 'a brown-paper package, tied up with string' (did you sing it? LOL). It was Sean's Chieftain outfit freshly washed. "May I, my Chieftain?" Bridget said softly. I nodded.

She undid my robe and forgot I was naked and eeked because she knew Maureen could see that Bridget could see my cock. "Relax Princess," Maureen said softly. "I've seen his cock in action," she laughed, "Even with you and Ellika."

Bridget trembled but worked me into my shirt and kissed her way up my scars, closing the buttons as she went. "My hero!" She kissed my lips softly and held back a tiny whimper.

She had me step into my kilt then zippered the side. She reached under my kilt to pull firm my shirt and eeked when she touched my cock. "Did his snake bite you Princess?" Maureen laughed and so did Bridget, breaking the tension.

I sat and she worked my white socks up each leg then slid on my shoes and tied the laces in a bow. She centered my sporran over my crotch and asked if I would be carrying my SEAL knife. I nodded. She took the leather sheath, strapped it to my right leg and slid the long knife down to the hilt.

"Mr. Sean, as I bent over you were looking at my tits, weren't you?" she asked as she stood to inspect me. "Of course, Princess. I also know your eyes are green and I'm guessing so are your panties."

"Well maybe you'll find out, and maybe you won't!" she snapped. Maureen laughed making Bridget laugh also. "Now for Mr. Jack."

Bridget opened another package and pulled out a black silk shirt. She removed Jack's robe and gave his large cock a tug. He hissed. "No scars, Mr. Jack?" she said as she kissed up his chest doing the buttons as she went. The pants were black. She pulled them up to below his package.

"The pants are custom made to give your package extra room on the right. We ladies saw that you dress your snake on the right." Bridget took his package, large balls and thick cock, and carefully placed them on the right them zipped up.

The next item was a black leather vest. Jack spun as Bridget placed the vest upon his large chest and buttoned it snug. She kissed him deeply. "Maybe you will be the one to see my green satin panties," Bridget spoke firmly and kissed him.

"Princess," Maureen spoke with some volume for emphasis, "Mr. Jack is Ellika's escort and date tonight. You may dance with him but he is going home with Ellika."

"Jack, during the last slow dance tonight you are to ask Ellika to marry you. She is more than you deserve. I have been talking you up with her and she has laughed it off embarrassed. She will need your love and support sooner than she knows." Yvette and Bridget eeked at the proposed news.

"You need to settle down. You both no longer need an income from special assignments. This is a permanent assignment for the both of you. You two will be an asset to this school and a perfect partner for each other. Do not defy this request!"

You could hear a pin drop. Bridget stood still, holding onto Jack's leather vest. "Yes, Ma'am," is all Jack said. Bridget kissed him deeply for some time.

To not make Yvette feel ignored I asked her to twirl. Her Prom dress was the colour of fall wheat, ready for harvest -- 'amber waves of grain' -- and matched her amber eyes.

"Husband, I won't mind if you look at my tetons all night long. It will make me feel desired by My Master," Yvette said softy then kissed me deeply. "Kiss proof," she said of her black lipstick. "The colour of my panties are for you or Fred to discover."

There was a knock on the door and Fred entered in a tux. "My fiancée, my betrothed, Mon Amant (My Lover)!" Yvette gushed and rushed into his arms and kissed him deeply. "Jack is gonna ask Ellika to marry him tonight. Can we do a double wedding here at the school? The young ladies can all be our bridesmaids."

"Comme tu le souhaitez, Princesse," (As you wish, Princess) Fred replied. Yvette burst into tears and kissed all about Fred's face. "Mon Mari."

"Let's get this Prom started," I said and took Bridget's arm. We walked across the quad and entered the mess-hall. The hall was beautifully decorated.

Ellika stood by the door. Her floor-length gown was black satin. Her blonde hair was braided. She stood regally like a Viking queen. Her lipstick was black and her cheeks held a red blush because she knew we were enchanted by her looks.

Jack walked up to her and bowed into a knights pose, his head lowered looking only at Ellika's shoes. "My Queen. May I have the honor to be your escort tonight?" Ellika held back her tears and raised Jack's face to look upon her. She held out her hand to Jack. "My Queen. I am not worthy to hold your hand," Jack said.

We all could see the tears rolling down Ellika's cheeks. "Arise and be my knight tonight. Mrs. Maureen said you are for me." He rose and Ellika pulled him into a deep kiss. Jack moved his arms around her and held her tightly to his chest. The deep kiss ended then Ellika kissed all about his face.

"The Commanders," was yelled out and ruckus clapping and wolf-whistles went up.

I positioned our group into a line; myself, Yvette, Fred, Ellika and finally Jack. "Ladies! Inspection of the gowns; Seniors first."

Porsche, the current Senior alpha female, went first. She stood before me and twirled then leaned in and kissed me. She massaged her breasts into my chest then kissed me again. "Thank you Master for taking your pleasure within me."

She repeated the greetings and kisses with each person in line; except for that pleasure thing. Next came Jahzara and the other thirteen Seniors. I told each young female that they looked quite beautiful. The two 'twin' blondes, dressed in identical baby-blue gowns lingered in front of Jack. They first kissed Ellika upon her black lips then deep kissed Jack. "Sir Jack," they each said and moved on.

Lastly came Ms. Betty. I told her she looked frightenly beautiful. She kissed me deeply holding back tears. She went down the line kissing deeply each in the review line.

The Juniors formed a line led by Bridget. She would be the Senior alpha female at the start of the Fall Term. I told she was the most beautiful Princess here tonight. A few tears rolled down her cheeks as she kissed me deeply. She had seen us all, except Ellika, in the dungeon, yet kissed each deeply.

Each other Junior twirled for inspection. Some kissed my lips, some kissed my cheek, their made-up faces red with embarrassment. The last in line was the Junior Matron, Lauren. She twirled her beautiful red gown and curtsied. "My Master," she said crying as she leaned in to kiss me deeply.

"Our hero!" she said to Fred and Ellika taking some while to kiss each of them deeply. "Mr. Jack, I look forward to you being our permanent handyman. Perhaps you can save a dance for me?" she laughed and kissed him deeply.

"Ladies, go stand before a seat at a table, leaving a space for your male partner, so for you STEM students that would mean five to a table." Polite laughter occurred as the clicks formed and tables were filled. Porsche had her Senior shower-click at one table and Bridget had her Junior click at another.

"At your seat is a number. It corresponds to a number of a male student that will be arriving soon. The Seniors will open the Prom by dancing the first of the Viennese Waltz circles. Ladies, I know you are strong, gifted women but you must let the gentleman lead for this dance to work." The laughing got a little louder, some boos from the ennobled ladies.

"Ladies, these male guests are going to be as nervous as you all might be. That is why this first dance by grade has been so rigidly scripted. I want to see smiles on your beautiful faces and your gowns twirl as you are swept across the floor. You took the lessons; you learned the dance. All that pleases me greatly. Make me, the Hero Team and Montpelier, very proud tonight."

"Just one warning Ladies!" I growled holding up my hand, swinging it down in a spanking move. "I don't want to catch any of my young ladies behind the black drapes, way in the dark corner of the beautifully decorated hall, where no teacher or Matron will be there. If I see any evidence of 'non-kiss-proof' lipstick, your name will go down on the discipline list."

"Captain Sean, Commander Sean, Master Sean," was yelled out by various students. I told the underclass waitresses that they looked quite lovely. My phone rang and I answered. "The male guests have arrived. Remember you are young women of 'The Montpelier Finishing School for Young Ladies. Make me proud!"

The cheers and clapping then went up again. I herded the team to the doorway to act as a review or welcoming line. I called over the teachers and Matrons to join the line. The door opened and a distinguished gentleman entered first.

The Male Gentleman Arrive

Comandante Lawrence introduced himself. It was he I had contacted and made all the arrangements. His male teachers or Proctors went through the line shaking the three male hands and bowing before the school teachers and Matrons.

Comandante Lawrence told the Seniors to queue up. "Number One!" he called out. Porsche held up her card. The young man walked up to her and bowed and held out his hand. Porsche took the young man's gloved hand, smiled brightly and they positioned themselves on the floor.

That process was repeated fourteen times. Starting positions were established then the small orchestra held the opening note then played the waltz. A swirl of black formal wear and gowns glided across the floor. I heard Maureen, Yvette and Ellika take in a deep breath. We all watched as elegance danced in the hall.

The music stopped and the hall erupted in loud clapping and cheering. Each Senior led their male escort to their table and then stood. My Seniors know the ways of womanhood. My ladies stood before their escort and pulled their arms tight about their own waists. The men were tight to the back of the woman before them, perhaps overwhelmed by the aroma of their perfume.

The Comandante told the Juniors to queue up. "Number One!" he called out. Bridget held up her card. She looked at me and sent me a kiss with her lips. Her male escort repeated the protocol he had seen the Seniors perform. Each Junior couple positioned themselves on the floor and the elegant dance proceeded.

The music stopped and the hall erupted again into loud clapping and cheering. Copying from their Seniors, 'My Juniors' led their male escort to their table and then stood pulling their escort to wrap their arms about their waist. I could see some Juniors blushing deep red, female and male.

The adult teachers, Matrons and Proctors matched up. Jack and Ellika took up a position. Mary Ann, the Administrator, walked up to Comandante Lawrence and held out her hand. He walked her gracefully out to the floor and held the position.

The waltz started and I was left to gaze upon the elegant sight. "Well done, Husband. Our ladies look so beautiful and elegant. They will remember this night for some time," Maureen said with tears in her voice. "Jack and Ellika look so elegant."

The circle of adults came to a stop and the hall erupted in loud clapping, cheering and whistling. I walked within the center and asked the school leaders to widen the circle. I called out the Seniors and positioned them as a second circle. I then called out the Juniors and they formed a third inner circle.

I walked to the edge and the orchestra began a waltz and the hall was filled with grace and elegance. The orchestra played through two waltzes and when it ended the rafters shook from the loud cacophony raised up by the participants.

When they all returned to their tables there was champaign at the adult tables and sparkling cider at the students' table. I called out the Comandante to make a speech. He thanked the Montpelier school for holding this event and had high hopes it would be repeated again next spring.

The school ladies started that Māori cadence again calling me for a speech. I thanked the Comandante and his wards, teachers and Proctors, for coordinating to attend this event. I said I also hoped this Prom would be repeated. "Cheers to one and all!" I yelled out and drank my champagne. The hall erupted again. Everyone took their seat and the Prom continued.

I will not detail the rest of the night except to say it was a standard Prom with the young men and our ladies enjoying themselves. After dinner the waiters and waitresses also got to enjoy pairing off and joining in. I was requested and slow danced with; I think every adult female of Montpelier.

The underclass females were shy about slow-dancing with 'The Chieftain' and Mr. Jack but bucked up their courage and got it done. I was tapped many times to switch partners. Jack and I got quick kisses and embarrassed laughs.

I kept an eye on the dark corner and was pleased to see it being used even by the lower classes. The Comandante found me towards the end and thanked me for calling him making the proposal. He even laughed about himself having to take Viennese Waltz lessons.

"There is a very interesting display case in this hall. My young men were more interested in the four red panties. I understood what was really being said behind that glass. We had heard rumors about a kidnapping and we made the expense to improve our safety positions throughout our campus."

"There is also an interesting target page taped beside the display; one hole -- five rounds. I understand you are leaving at end-of-term. This school and these ladies were blessed to have a 'handyman' to resolve the issue. I wish you well in your future endeavors.... Captain," Comandante Lawrence said shaking my hand.

"If we ever should need a 'handyman' for a situation at our school I hope we will have a way to contact you," he said holding a firm handshake. "Call over here and ask for Jack," I replied. "He will find me."

The DJ announced there would be three slow dances to end the night. I saw Jack walk Ellika to the mike. "Here it comes, Husband. Don't I make a good Cupid?" Maureen laughed. "Get your tissues ready!"

Jack positioned Ellika then got down on one knee holding the mike. All the air was sucked out of the hall by the females of this school. It got stone quiet. "My Queen, I know I am not worthy but would you do me the honor to agree to marry me?" The Montpelier women exploded into a loud cheer then it subsided into silence.

"Maureen said, before my coming to the hall, I was to be offered a long-term assignment contract here. I did not know it would require marriage. Yes Jack, I will marry you."

I think several glass flutes cracked from the volume of screaming, applause and cheering. Jack stood and took Ellika into his arms and they kissed deeply for some time. He swept her into the first of the final three slow dances.

The Māori chant began; "Commander Ellika, Mr. Jack," went on for some time. Jack and Ellika bowed after the dance and walked to their table. "Well Husband, that takes care of Yvette and Fred and now Jack and Ellika. I would say our work here is done except for the weddings."

After the last slow dance, female to male held tightly, warm breasts to stout chests, kisses dispensed, the Montpelier women escorted their partner to the door. The males bowed and kissed the hands of their female partner and thanked them for a wonderful evening. There was more than one tear-filled eye of the young ladies.

Lastly it was Mary Anne and Commandant Lawrence by the door. She kissed him deeply. "Perhaps a Fall Dance?" she asked. "There will be a new grade of Seniors and Juniors here -- I would expect the same with your young men." He bowed and kissed her hand. "I think that will be doable. I look forward to it." He clicked his heals and left.

I turned to see all the Montpelier females assembled before me. "Master Sean," was whispered. Tears were running down many cheeks. Several Juniors and underclass ladies ran from the hall, balling, heading back to the dorms. The first taste of love?

Yvette came and kissed me and left with Fred. Ellika came and kissed me and left with Jack. Porsche and Jahzara, came and kissed me and left in tears. I stood my post as many Montpelier students, teachers, Matrons and service women kissed me and thanked me for making all this happen.

I told the caterers, decorators and dance instructors a warm thank you and they could leave everything and return tomorrow. I got warm kisses from them. I stayed until the hall was midnight church quiet.

"Is my Husband going to cry? That is permissible. You gave these ladies a night to remember. I have it all on video. I shall send appropriate pixs and videos to each young lady's laptop being their most beautiful," Maureen whimpered.

I walked the courtyard, went into the dorm and down to my apartment. I laughed seeing the completed shower. I thought Jack might never make use of it. I stripped, did my nighttime business then went to go to bed when a knock came upon my door. Lauren and Bridget entered still in their gowns.

An Unexpected Pleasure

Bridget positioned Lauren before me still in her lavender gown. I stood naked not in the slightest embarrassed. Lauren was my first conquest in the school; my having had Bridget in the hotel. I heard a zipper go down and Lauren moaned and closed her eyes.

The gown was pushed off the shoulders and Lauren's firm full breasts were displayed. Two hands came around her and cupped each globe. Fingers pinched and pulled hard nipples.

"Doesn't Miss Lauren have beautiful breasts, Master? Pinch, suck and bite her nipples. Begin her discipline, Master. Once she is naked you are to spank her then we will play with her. She will be our pleasure toy tonight. Right slut?" Bridget tormented Lauren pulling on her nipples.

"Yes, Mistress," Lauren moaned.

"Master Sean, do you remember I told you that after Lauren and I moved into the alley-way, she kissed me then kissed me more. Her hands roamed across my breasts like I am doing to her now." Bridget pushed Lauren's gown down to her feet.

"Miss Lauren's hands then went under my skirt and rubbed on my panties. My breath was wild with excitement and she made my panties very wet." Bridget was doing to Lauren what was being spoken of from the event. Bridget's hands were upon Lauren's lavender panties.

"Miss Lauren told me what you did to her while she rubbed my pussy holding me against the brick wall of the alley. Then she told me what else you did to her as her hand went under my panties and wet my dark place."

Lauren hissed while Bridget rubbed between her pair of ass cheeks. "All the while she was kissing me making me tremble and wet my panties. She said she wanted me. She rubbed me hard between my pussy lips and I screamed against her lips as I climaxed."

Bridget's fingers were busy on Lauren's clit and perhaps up her ass. Lauren screamed and her entire body shook only held up by fingers gripping her pussy and up her ass. Bridget let go and Lauren fell to her hands and knees.

It was lucky Lauren still had on her lavender panties or her beautiful gown would have been sprayed by pussy juice. Bridget pulled on Lauren's, the Junior Matron's, long brunette hair until she knelt upright.

"Suck the Master's cock until he fills your slut mouth and belly with his hot thick cum and shoots more thick cum on your face and tits." Bridget was an obvious alpha female; perhaps a closet Dominatrix?

Lauren went to hold my cock. "Hands behind you back, slut!" Bridget barked. I stepped forward and brought my hard cockhead to Lauren's lips. Oh, yes, you can bet my cock was rock hard and no way was I chasing these women from my room. Lauren kissed my leaking cockhead then captured my crown within her warm wet mouth.

I surmised Lauren was going to stay still and let me fuck her face with my long thick cock. Bridget moved behind me and I felt and smelt obvious female juices on my cock. Each time Lauren sucked my cock deep she cleaned off Bridget's pussy juices.

I could feel naked tits against my thighs as Bridget must have stripped out of her gown. My ass received many strong kisses. Wet fingers then roamed between my ass cheeks. She pushed me forward making Lauren 'yack, yack, yack' as my large cockhead tapped the opening of her throat.

My ass cheeks were pulled open and what had to be Bridget's tongue licked my asshole. Her tongue firmed and pushed against my ring until the tip entered my back doorway. I hissed loudly. "Like that Master? Aren't I naughty? Fuck that slut's mouth Master," she growled and pushed her tongue against my asshole.

Wet fingers reached around and continued to coat my cockshaft with warm pussy juices that Lauren sucked off. I pushed up against the opening to her throat cutting off her breathing. Lauren sucked all the more harder. She craved the dominance. She took in a deep breath when I backed off then she leaned forward and sucked my cockhead against her throat.

I couldn't move back held around by Bridget. Lauren then began sucking my cock taking me deep each time followed by a wet 'yack, yack, yack'. Her spittle dripped off my cock to wet between her tits. Lauren was hell-bent on making me cum.

I felt wet fingers on my asshole then Bridget pushed them deep up my ass. Her fingertips found my male walnut and started rubbing it making my legs tremble. I went over the edge when Bridget pulled hard on my ballsack. My hot thick cum exploded into Lauren's mouth.

She sucked down my first few blasts then moved back. Thick globs of white cum painted her face. She aimed my cock down and painted her tits. She took my cock back into her mouth and sucked down my last globs.

Bridget pushed her fingers deep into my ass rubbing across my nut. She pulled my cock away from Lauren and captured it in her mouth. She rubbed deep up my ass and more painful cum shot out my cockhead filling her mouth. She swallowed rubbing my pleasure knot against the depths of her mouth.

"Enough!" I yelled and stumbled back and sat on my desk chair making sure I didn't crush my nuts. I felt my ass trembling from the pleasure Bridget gave it. Bridget held out her palm collecting the final drips from my cockhead. She moaned wickedly as she licked them off.

She walked on her knees before Lauren and started licking my cum off her Matron's face. She then kissed Lauren deeply. Bridget then licked my cum from Lauren's tits. Those she sucked down. She then started biting Lauren's tits leaving marks behind as Lauren moaned in what sounded like pleasure not pain.

My cock started trembling as I watched Bridget's ass as she leaned over to bite her Matron's tits. I watched Bridget dig under Lauren's panties and shove two long fingers into that pussy.

Bridget jackhammered her fingers in Lauren's pussy until the Matron screamed into a powerful climax. I could hear Lauren's cum spray against the gusset of her panties. It was soaked and juices started leaking down her inner thighs.

Bridget stood and pulled on Lauren's brunette hair and walked her out of her gown and tossed her, tits down on the desk. She opened a desk drawer and pulled out a thick flesh coloured cock shaped like a "J". She walked to me and told me, "Miss Yvette said it would be here. Put the hook end up into my cunt!" (her word, not mine).

I rubbed the hook end through Bridget's pussy and it got coated with dripping cum. She groaned, "Yes, Master!" as the hook slid into her pussy. It was thick and filled her. There was a bump that settled against her clit. Bridget stood there with a long thick cock coming out of her pussy. She looked like a porn tranny.

She moved behind Lauren and ran the cockhead through a wet red crevasse getting coated in Lauren's dripping juices. Holding the thick base Bridget rubbed her own clit and groaned deeply. She put the thick end, thick like an apricot, against the door into Lauren's pussy and pushed.

Lauren's head came off the desk and she screamed. "Oh, Husband, I'm gonna enjoy watching this. I got the video on record ever since those women entered your room. This ought to be fun!" Maureen growled.

The fake cockhead had opened Lauren's pussy. Bridget pushed forward. Lauren screamed and her juices squeezed past the thickness of the cock. Bridget pulled back and thrust again. I watched as half the cock shone, covered in female cum. Bridget pulled back and grabbed Lauren's hair. She pulled back hard and thrust all the thick cock that would fit into Lauren's pussy. Both women screamed.

The thick bump at the base of the cock rubbed across Bridget's swollen clit. Her legs trembled from the "J" rubbing her g-pad and the bump rubbing her clit. Lauren screamed each time Bridget pushed that cock deep into her pussy. Bridget plowed her Matron's pussy over and over and over.

"Spank us Master. Spank both of us. Turn our slutty asses red!" Bridget yelled. "Do it Husband!" Maureen yelled. She is such a slut. She almost feels these things happening to her.

I got the paddle and slapped Bridget's ass quickly three times. She howled. I pulled her long red hair back, back and down. Her belly cleared Lauren's ass and I slapped that ass quickly three times. I slapped Bridget's firm full tits three times with my hand. I watched her cum leak out from around the "J" shoved deep in her pussy. The women were soaked where they were linked.

The floor under the desk had a puddle of female juices having run down their thighs and off their ankles. Two asses and a beautiful set of tits received several rounds of slaps. "Push your cock into her ass, Husband. Take your second pleasure," Maureen egged me on. "Fuck her good and fill her ass with your thick hot cum!"

I Claim Bridget's Ass

I reached down to the puddle and coated my hard cock with a mixture of female cum. I pulled Bridget's ass-long red hair aside and put my cockhead to her asshole. She's such a slut when carried away that that dark portal opened and my cockhead breached into her ass.

Bridget screamed and shook like she had grabbed a live wire. Her ass twerked taking all my cock. I could feel the fake thick cock in Bridget's pussy. She was lost in an overload of pleasure. She pounded that false cock into Lauren's pussy rubbing the bump against her clit and the "J" against her g-pad.

Bridget was cursing in all the languages she knew as she pounded Lauren into the desk. Lauren had screamed so much she was horse and could only groan. My cock was digging deep into Bridget's ass, pushing her against Lauren's ass and making that bump drive pleasure across Bridget's swollen clit.

Lauren yelled first as a powerful climax overwhelmed her. Her trembling ass rubbed against Bridget's cock and Bridget screamed into a powerful climax. Her pulsing, gripping ass pulled me over the edge and I blasted bolts of hot thick cum deep into Bridget's ass.

The three of us shook against each other pushing the women into a second climax. My feet felt the wetness of the female cum puddle as warm juices flowed down their thighs making it larger. Bridget's trembling ass was too pleasurable on my cock and I slowly pulled out.

I hissed as Bridget's back lips kissed across my cockhead as it slid out. Bridget fell upon Lauren's back pushing that fake cock deep into a destroyed pussy. As each woman trembled, they caused pleasure aftershocks to course through their body in a circle of overwhelming feelings.

They were linked like a cur and bitch and could not stop the pleasure coursing throughout their body. My cum was leaking out of the "O" of Bridget's ass. I pulled Bridget back and the long thick false cock slid out of Lauren. It was like a pipe broke as female cum poured out of the "O" of Lauren's pussy to run down her trembling thighs and make the puddle larger.

Bridget had no strength and was spent and her thighs trembled like having finished a long track race. I just let her slump to the floor and she lay in the puddle of cum. Her beautiful long red hair lay in the puddle. That long thick cock pointed obscenely from Bridget's pussy. Lauren just lay across the desk groaning.

Both women were alive so I decided to use the shower Jack and I had finished. That shower felt fantastic. "Damn Husband, that was fucking incredible!" Maureen laughed. "Clean that beautiful cock and big nutsack. I think those women are gonna wanna use it once they come back from the land of the fucked."

My AI wife really is a naughty slut. I told her so. She growled so suggestively. "Wait till I get my android body. I'm gonna fuck you till Tuesday. You're gonna beg me to stop. You'll give me everything I want just to give your cock a rest. With my special insert I'm gonna peg you until you faint, Navy Boy!"

My Packaged Gets Cleaned

I told Maureen I love her above all else and dropped onto the bed. Thunder and rain started playing through the laptop as I drifted off to sleep. Later, not quite awake, I felt my cock and balls being licked from both sides.

"Relax Master, we're too fucked out to try anything. We are just showing our submissiveness to our Master and his beautiful cock and big cum filled balls. Go back to sleep."

I felt two sets of warm tits cuddle across my chest and hands tenderly play with my cock. I felt wet hair and realized both women must have showered. I'll have to ask Maureen if she recorded that. The last thing I remember before sleep enveloped me was the smell of pussy on fingers that wet my lips.

The Morning After

I awoke from knocking on my door. "Master Sean, we have your breakfast. Porsche didn't see you in the mess-hall and told us to bring you a large coffee and a 'ToGo' breakfast."

I crawled out from between two naked females and went naked to the sofa. It was the twin blondes. Their light complexion turned deep red as they watched my long cock sway as I walked and sat down. I had finally learned that their names were Bethany and Stephanie but could not tell them apart.

"Master, do you always walk about naked?" they laughed. They knelt in a submissive pose and plated my breakfast. I asked them if they had a good time at the Prom. They gushed their excitement about the entire night. They said they teased their partner by switching off. I asked them if they had slipped behind the black curtain with their escorts.

"Peut-être" (Perhaps), they replied in French knowing I spoke it. "Did you let those boys feel your beautiful breasts?" I asked. They squealed and laughed. "Master Sean. You should never question a lady like that!"

"Do I have to inspect them for hickies?" They squealed and laughed again. I pointed to their tee-shirts and flicked my fingers upwards. They turned deep red but both pulled up their shirt hems until their beautiful young breasts were exposed. No bras, No hickies.

"Okay ladies your innocence has been proven. Tell me about the Prom." For the next ten minutes while I had my breakfast they spoke of the wonder of the event; the dancing, the food, the gentlemen and how it all came about because of me. They thanked me profusely.

I heard a noise behind me. The twins stood up and eeked. "Matron Lauren.... Bridget.... You're Naked!" I stood. "And... And... So is Master Sean," they yelled pointing. They turned and bolted for the door and slammed it behind them.

"Well, no keeping that a secret. Sorry, there is not enough breakfast for three. There are two robes you can use to get back to your rooms. Maybe cooks have something left. You can come back for your gowns after lunch."

They slipped into the robes then kissed me deeply. Lauren was crying; I think not from embarrassment but perhaps from the realization I would be gone at terms-end.

A Warm Appreciation

I dressed and puttered around my room and workbench then it was time for lunch. It was Sunday so when I exited my apartment all the ladies were in casual clothes -- no panties showing while they moved about on the stairs. I got a thousand kisses. "Ladies release me! I gotta get some lunch."

Well, I had an escort of young ladies across the quad and into the lunchroom. "Master Sean!" exploded across the mess-hall which was still decorated like the Prom. The Māori chant and banging on the table began and went on until I raised my arm. Silence! I had trained them well.

"My hope is that the ladies attending the Prom had a wonderful time?" The chanting rose up again. I raised my arm. "Stand if any gentleman was inappropriate last night. Jack, Fred and I will visit their school and take appropriate action. You ladies are our daughters and if your honor has been compromised there will be hell to pay!"

I saw Jack and Fred stand up and the place exploded. "Captain Sean, Commander Fred, Mr. Jack," was chanted for several minutes. None of the ladies stood. I raised my arm and slowly quiet was established. "My hope is that Montpelier repeats the Prom every year. No screaming but I understand there may be a fall dance for all grades." The place exploded again.

I let it go on as I made my way through the lunch line. All the kitchen help came out and kissed me deeply saying it was the best night they have had in a long time. I took my overwhelming lunch tray and went to sit with my tribe.

By my table I raised my arm. "One last thing ladies. There will be hickey inspection as you leave the lunchroom." A bucket of snakes was released based on all the hissing I received.

I asked Ellika and her fiancé, Jack, if they enjoyed the Prom and 'afterwards'. She blushed deep red. "He's adequate," she said laughing then kissed Jack deeply. He laughed actually turning red. He pulled her tightly against him and held a long deep kiss.

The wolf-whistles and 'whoo-hoos' went up so Ellika kissed him again and again. He looked happy and stress had left his eyes. "Now we have to discuss the weddings," Yvette yelled out too loudly and the place exploded one more time.

The days drifted slowly towards end-of-term. Jack was learning the ropes and getting spa showers by the Seniors and special ones by Bridget down in the 'dungeon shower'. He thanked me over and over for giving him this opportunity and for setting him up with Ellika. I reminded him that was all Maureen's doing. We could hear her laughing through the laptop.

Contrived Discipline

Jack was spending every night with Ellika in her school provided apartment. The apartments were on the other side of the quad and were provided to every teacher. Yvette was shacked up with Fred giving me nights of quiet and deep conversation with Maureen as to what was next after the end of term.

It was a late Friday night and there came a knock on my door. It opened and just the blonde twins entered, not with Matron Betty. I had finally learned that their names were Bethany and Stephanie but could not tell them apart. Were they just 'separated-at-birth' looking to me. You know how that works.

They walked over to the desk I was sitting at, reading and talking with Maureen. They stood there in their sleeper gowns shifting from foot to foot holding hands and smiling at each other. They gave each other a quick kiss then laughed so sweetly.

"Ladies, it is past bed-check and your Matron is not here. What can I do for you both?" They tittered a high laugh. "Master Sean, we were just mean to each other and need to be disciplined."

"Ladies, Really?" I asked. "Sean, it's a set up!" Maureen warned.

They turned to each other and untied the ribbons at their shoulders and their sleepers dropped to their feet. They turned to me. Their young breasts were not large but firm and now had hard nipples displayed. Their mons were covered in very light blonde hair and the curls on their labia were almost transparent. They opened their thighs and I could see and smell their wetness.

"Master Sean, we just appeared naked before a male school official, unchaperoned, and need to be disciplined." They walked over to the desk and settled their belly and breasts upon the desk. They wiggled their firm asses. Their inner thighs were glistening from their moistness.

"Ladies, being mean is only five but appearing naked is thirteen swats and must now be administered or it's a call to your daddy."

"Master Sean, we broke a major rule and must be disciplined. We don't want you to call our daddy nor do we wish to be expelled. As Master of Discipline, you must administer our punishment."

They took turns speaking looking at each other smiling. Their heads moved and they kissed each other. Tongues came out to lick lips and disappear inside. There was deep moaning coming from them both. From my desk chair I was looking at two sets of wet pussy lips and two circles winking back at me from between two sets of firm ass cheeks.

"Master Sean, can you use your hands rather than the paddle? Can you also use the ropes. Master? Can you tie us together?"

"Sean you are so lucky these ladies are Seniors and over eighteen or the State Police would be here in the morning. Speaking of morning I think you are gonna have over-night guests. I see a shower from four tits and a cock massage to two hungry little birds," Maureen laughed in my ear not the laptop.

"Ladies, there is no safe-word once I start. I can perform the discipline in whatever form I see fit. Plus, if I tie you down I can take certain liberties with you that you could not prevent. You are legally adult females. Shall I proceed?"

"We broke a major rule, Master. Once tied down we would not be able to protect our innocence. We may cry and beg but we broke a rule, Master."

I stood and gave their ass a quick slap. They hissed. "That doesn't count as One, Master." It was a little freaky listening to them alternately start or finish what was being said. I opened the desk draw and tossed the soft white ropes between them. "Oh, Sister," they moaned to each other.

I ordered them to kiss the rope knots. They were actually Anchor Hitches which would not tighten and could be slipped off easily. The submissive visual was to be tied down. They kissed the knots then, kissed each other.

I slipped a Navy knot over each wrist and they interlaced their fingers. I took an extra rope length and lightly wrapped their wrists together. Those ropes had large Ashley Stopper knots on their ends, They had a purpose. The other ends were tied to the table legs. I went to the other side and knelt.

I slipped a Navy Anchor Hitch knot around the ankles between them. I kissed between two ass cheeks directly on their dark star and they moaned, "Sister!" and fragrant pussy juices flowed down their inner thighs. I looped a rope around their ankles tying them together. I tied the final ends to the desk legs.

I pulled on their long blonde hair and they moaned and kissed each other again. I held an Ashley Stopper knot to their lips and asked them if they wanted me to gag them. "No, Master! How would we count off our disciple if we were gagged. We might need them if other discipline is to be applied as we are undefensively tied to the desk and to each other, Master."

Was I dealing with submissiveness or fantasy? I went to the twin on the right and pulled her long blonde hair. "Which one are you?" I asked giving it a hard tug. "Stephanie," she moaned. "Are you lying," I growled. "We cannot lie to our Master!" said the other one very firmly.

"Maybe I should mark each of you," I growled. They started blubbering. "Miss Yvette said there are stories she was told...." they sniffled trying to end their crying .... "that you have marked women you have loved."

"Master, please mark us; not on our ass but on our left breast so we can always see we carry your mark -- later after you have taken your pleasure within our warm places. Tell us you will do this or we will die! We could not live if you reject us and did not this deed." They started up crying again such that they shook.

I slapped each of their asses. "Quiet you crying, naughty, bothersome, rule-breaking women. Perhaps I should just untie you and send both of you to your room." I growled. "Noooooooooooooo!" they both wailed.

I softly pet their ass then went to my boot. I took my SEAL knife and thunked it into the desk between their heads above their foreheads. "Master," they said softly. I pulled their long blonde hair down their backs ending by caressing their ass. Their crying was light, just whimpering.

"It would be a shame to spank such beautiful asses. Are you both sure you want me to proceed?" They both yelled, "YES!" then laughed. "Shall I do just one of you all thirteen then go to the other or do you want me to spank each of you with One then move on until Thirteen?" They both spoke, "The second!"

Discipline Applied

I stood behind them; Bethany on the left and Stephanie on the right. I drank in the magnificence of their young asses. I thought of kissing those asses and my cock throbbed. SLAP went my hand on Bethany's ass, then SLAP went my hand on Stephanie's ass. The twins hissed "One". Then they kissed.

The requested discipline went on turning each ass or back of the thighs red with hand prints. Their legs trembled and their joint fragrant female scents filled the area by the desk. I wet my fingers in their dripping pussy and anointed their dark star pushing lightly against it. Their ass trembled against my probing fingers.

At eleven I turned my hand and slapped Bethany's pussy. Her head lifted up and she screamed, "Sister!" and her pussy juices sprayed back and wet the floor near the desk. I did the same on Stephanie's pussy with almost identical reactions. "Eleven, Master. More Please," they moaned.

My last two spanks were delivered directly on sets of very wet pussy lips. Thirteen was the hardest I could safely apply. Bethany's pussy sprayed multiple times as she shook though an obvious climax. "Sister?" Stephanie asked. Stephanie screamed when her pussy received her thirteenth and she sprayed her pussy juices onto my hand and the floor.

I sat back on my desk chair breathing deeply. Try spanking two asses or pussies thirteen times; a total of twenty-six. The impact of each slap reverberates on your wrist and forearm, even switching hands, right and left. "My poor Husband, you having to spank those naughty asses and wet pussies. It's not easy being the Master of Disciple, is it?"

I watched the twin blondes kissing each other; their fingers having just enough reach to pet each other's cheek. "I love you, Sister," I heard multiple times from each of them. "Shall we beg him, Sister?" Stephanie asked Bethany. "Yes Sister but men are reluctant to take virginity. So, we have to tell him."

They Yield Their Bodies

"Master Sean. We love each other so deeply. We took each other's virginity -- in both places. So, we beg you to take your pleasure in us as we are tied to your desk. We know you are leaving our school and we are graduating so we beg you to take us. We yield our bodies to your pleasure."

"We have no need for birth control attending an all-female school. So, you must protect us and cum deep in our ass. Miss Yvette said there is lube in your desk. We have used a dildo on each other so our special places have been open before. We want you to take us, switching back and forth between us. Please, Master."

"Can you get naked, Master, so we can feel you against us, naked skin to naked skin. We are wetting ourselves. We can feel our female juices running down the insides of our thighs."

"We have kissed your scars, washed your strength and tasted your essence. Our minds are running away with thoughts of your long thick cock filling us and driving us to powerful orgasms. Please Master, do not make us wait longer."

What was unreal was each twin spoke parts of each request as if they were reading a script or stranger; that their minds were linked and they shared their thoughts. I stood and undressed; my cock was rock hard. I walked around my desk and removed my knife stuck in the desk. I laid my cock between the lips they were using to kiss each other.

They moaned and kissed and licked up and down my cockshaft; a set of wet lips on either side. I moaned when each took my cockhead into their mouth and played their tongue across my pleasure knot. When excited, I leak a lot of cum and each twin got their tongue coated.

I Take a Bounty

I ran my hands through Bethany's long blonde hair, gripping it into a thick tress. I made a knot of it above her right ear. I took my knife and cut away a long strand. "Sister!" she cried out. I did the same to Stephanie's left side since the sisters were looking at each other, their heads on the desk. "Sister!" Stephanie cried out. Historically, a single tress was often cut and kept as a romantic or sentimental memento. "Oh, Master," they both moaned.

I took the knife and walked behind their asses. I ran the spine down their back and between their ass cheeks. When the spine ran over her anus, Bethany trembled and sprayed her pussy juices onto the floor moaning deeply. "Sister, Sister, Oh Sister," she groaned.

I thunked the knife into the desk in just about the same place. I put the knotted tresses in the desk drawer. I held my hard cock and ran it up and down; clit to anus in Bethany. I pushed my cockhead just lightly against the doorway into her vagina and she coated it with her warm juices. I pushed lightly against her back star and she groaned, "Sister."

Stephanie got the same teasing but I pushed longer against her asshole watching it trying to capture my crown. "Oh, Fuck, Sister," she groaned. I watched their hands pulse holding each other, physically and mentally connected.

"Which Sister wants my huge cock first?" I asked caressing their ass. "She does!" both shouted. "Ladies, I only have one cock. Should I call Mr. Jack to bring his big cock here?" I said laughing.

"No, Master. Only you, only you Master!" they said crying. "It is only you that we love!" they cried even louder.

"Husband, you have already broken their hearts. What will be when you leave?" Maureen said softly. "I do not know, my lovely wife, I do not know. We must plan an exit. I'd rather everyone be shocked at my being gone then have their hearts broken at my going," I whispered so as to not alert the twins.

"Well, 'B' is first in the alphabet so Bethany gets her pussy invaded first; Stephanie, the first to have her ass opened wide," I said and slapped their ass. "Oh, Sister," they groaned.

I caressed Bethany's ass and ran my cockhead between her wet pussy lips. I brought my crown to her hot doorway and pushed. My cockhead breached into her special place and was held tight in her hot wetness. "Oh, Fuck, Sister," she groaned.

I leaned over her back, pulled her blonde hair aside and bit the nape of her neck feeling my 'vampire teeth' break her skin. I tasted her blood and half my long thick cock slid into her pussy. She groaned and trembled. I pulled back to my cockhead and bit the side of Bethany's neck then pushed all my cock deep into her tight pussy until I hit her depth.

"SISTER!" she screamed. I watched Stephanie's fingers turn white from being gripped so tightly. I pulled back to my ridge then filled her pussy, tapping my large cockhead against her womb. I did that several times feeling her warm ass tremble against my belly. I rode her pussy a few more strokes hoping it would stay lose when I did her sister.

I slowly slid my cock out of Bethany and a flow of juices ran down her inner thigh. I moved behind Stephanie and rubbed my cock from her clit to over her asshole a number of times. Her juices coated my crown and I brought it to the opening to her vagina. I pushed and breached into her heat. She screamed.

I pulled her hair aside and bit her nape and pushed my cock forward. Her pussy grabbed half my cock and pulsed. She groaned deeply -- anticipation -- want -- desire? I pulled back, bit the side of her neck then pushed until her pussy took my long thick cock as deep as would fit. I felt her hot wet depths.

I started rutting her pussy, opening it wide and deep to fit my cock. I didn't know what toy those Seniors played with but Stephanie's pussy was tight. I rode her deep several times then pulled out. Her pussy sprayed her juices against my balls.

I had to rely on all my tantric training as I moved from pussy to pussy going deep. I slid my hand under Bethany and rubbed her clit until she screamed and shook under me. "Sister, Sister, Oh Sister," she yelled, her pussy pulsing all along my cock.

I pulled out and filled Stephanie's pussy in one slow go. I moved my fingers under her dripping pussy lips and rubbed her clit. I took a wet thumb and pushed it into her ass. I went rapidly on her clit and her pussy and ass crushed down and pulsed rapidly. "Sister, Sister, Oh Fuck, Sister," she yelled and shook through her climax.

I stayed riding in Stephanie's pussy letting her feel a big cock as her pleasure aftershocks coursed throughout her body. Her breathing was ragged as she tried to kiss her twin looking sister. I thought it best to claim her ass as she floated in her pleasure.

First Sister's Ass

I slowly withdrew my cock then my thumb which was deep in her ass to my palm ridge. I brought my cockhead to the opening of Stephanie's anus and pushed. She groaned as her back iris opened and slid over my large crown. I popped past her ridge and her ass captured my cockhead. It pulsed. "Ooohhh, Sister!" she moaned.

I opened the desk drawer and flipped the lid of the lube. I coated my cockshaft not yet in her ass. I leaned over her back and bit along her collar-bone as my cockshaft slowly sunk into her tight ass. My heavy ballsack kissed her pussy and I felt her juices spritz against my sack.

I took my left hand and held the co-joined hands of the twins. I slowly slid my cock back to my crown. With my right hand I dropped more lube where cock met ass. I slid deep into Stephanie's ass and stood. I dropped some globs of lube between Bethany's ass cheeks. She groaned knowing what was coming.

I Open Bethany's Asshole

I took two left fingers and brought them, one atop the other, to Bethany's asshole. I pushed and slowly her anal-ring yielded and my fingers slid deep into her ass. She groaned so deeply. I moved my fingers in Bethany's ass to the same sequence I rode my cock in Stephanie's ass. I know I was enjoying the twins.

I slowly pulled out of Stephanie's ass and moved behind Bethany. My fingers pulled out, side by side, coaxing her ring to open wider. Once out, I pushed my cockhead against her dark star and watched those back lips open and swallow my cockhead. "Oh, Fucking Damn, Sister," she yelled and twerked her ass on my cockhead, making my cock slide in deeper.

"Sister, Sister, Oh Fuck, Sister," she groaned as my cock went balls deep into her ass. My right two fingers found Stephanie's anus and pushed into her ass. Now the reverse happened to the twins; cock in one ass, fingers in the other.

The twins were primed as I felt each of them tremble into a climax. I heard Stephanie's cum splat on the floor and Bethany spray her juices on my thighs. I slapped Bethany's ass several times hard then reached across and slapped Stephanie's.

"Husband, it's getting late. You better fill their asses with your hot thick cum. You'll have to untie them. They'll be spent and will have to sleep with you. I'm sure they'll give you a nice titty washdown in your new shower," Maureen teased me.

Men fetish over a 'three-way' but it was hard work moving my cock from tight ass into tight ass. I jackhammered each ass I was in, getting sprayed by female cum. Maureen was right, I had to finish and get to bed.

I slid my cock into Bethany and thrust deep and hard into her ass. I rubbed my knuckles across her clit and her ass crushed down along my cockshaft. I gave up. Pulses of cum painted the depths of her darkness as she screamed into another climax.

I held the base of my wet cock and slid into Stephanie's ass. I went balls deep with one thrust. I released my cockbase and pulses of cum filled her ass, I rubbed her swollen clit with my knuckles and she screamed into her climax. Her tight ass trembled on my cock coaxing the last of my cum to paint her darkness.

I stayed in Stephanie, marinating my long thick cock in her heat. I slowly slid out her ass and sat in the desk chair making sure I didn't crush my balls. I watched the two twins kissing each other. I stood and untied their hands. They tenderly stroked each other's cheeks then kissed deeply. "I love you, Sister," was said and echoed.

I untied their other hand and they twisted their torsos and hugged breasts to breasts. I went to the other side and slapped their ass as I untied their ankles. "Master," was said and echoed. The twins lay upon my desk hugging and kissing deeply.

I went to my large bed and pulled aside the sheets. I went first to Bethany and fireman carried her to the left side and placed her on the bed. She grabbed behind my neck and kissed me deeply. I went back for Stephanie, carried her and placed her on the right.

I went to the bathroom and took a wicked piss. Urologists highly recommend doing so to clean out your pipes. I gave my cock a quick wash. I went about the apartment shutting off lights. I left the bathroom light on and the door ajar so my guests could find it during the night if needed.

The only spot open on the bed was between the two twins. I laid down and was rolled onto my back. Sets of warm breasts were placed on my torso and lips tenderly kissed my scars then upon my neck. Blonde heads were nestled into my neck. I pulled up the sheet and a hand each of mine was placed upon a female ass. Rain and thunderstorms began and I fell deep asleep.

Did I Have a 'Wet-dream'?

During the night I felt lips upon my cock; sometimes one set, sometimes two sets then the sound and feel of kissing upon my cockhead. Did I have a 'wet-dream'? It sure felt like it as cum was sucked from my cock. I tasted two different pussy juices off fingers on my lips and pushed across my tongue. Yes, I can differentiate pussy juices.

I was awoken by my cock being pulled. "Wake up Master Sean! We smell like sex and need to wash your cum off our bodies. You'll love our titty washdown. Now we can have you all to ourselves in your new shower. It will be a tight fit but will let our titties to do the job. Come On!" they growled pulling on my cock.

To save the second thing I love most I moved; Maureen being the first. The twins set the temp of the water then we three squeezed into the shower. They started on my long red hair. "Girly stuff?" I moaned. The twins laughed. "Miss Yvette left her bottle. You'll smell nice all day," they laughed again.

A Tittie Washdown

Firm young women tits did most of the washing. They laughed then moaned when my soapy hand washed their coochie. Their soapy hands lathered up my ballsack and now hard cock. One of the twins held onto the safety bar and presented an ass. "Me first, Master."

The other twin led my cock to the doorway of the other twin's ass and held me there until my cockhead breached into 'her sister'. I reached around and rubbed my knuckles on her clit as my cock rode her ass. She screamed and her ass pulsed on my cock. She slowly moved her ass on my cock and then slid off.

She turned to her twin and kissed her deeply. "Next!" The other twin assumed the position holding the bar. Her sister brought my soapy cockhead to a ready asshole and pushed. That twin groaned and pushed back taking all my thick eight inches deep into her ass,

I rode my cock in her tight ass and my knuckles worked upon her clit until she screamed into a climax and her ass crushed my cock. I had to use all my tantric training to not blow my cum into that ass. I could not tell them apart, so a tight ass rode my cock slowly, back to my cock-ridge then deep to my base. My cock slid out and soapy hands washed it down.

The twins knelt on the floor outside the shower pumping my cock and caressing my balls. They took turns licking and sucking my cockhead getting my dripping cum. "Ladies!" I groaned. They stuck out their tongues like chicks in a nest waiting to be fed.

One of them slid a soapy finger up my ass and rubbed my knot. My thighs trembled and I screamed. My eyes slammed shut and my cockhead exploded. Pulse after pulse of my hot thick cum ejected. I opened my eyes and looked down and two faces and two extended tongues were coated with white cum. Some of the last cum dripped onto sets of tits.

Their coated tongues closed in their mouth and my cum was swallowed. The twins then licked each other's face clean of my cum, and kissed deeply. They stood and pulled me out and wrapped me in a robe. "We got, filled, painted and ... wet ... again, Master. We need to clean each other," they said laughing.

I sat on the sofa listening to the twins laughing, then nothing, then moaning, then screaming, then kissing. I had to believe they did that regularly. A knock came upon my door and Yvette entered with two 'ToGo' bags and cups of coffee. "Breakfast, Husband!" she said and set out the food.

The Twins Appear -- Disaster

She must have heard female laughing. "Oh, he has female company, Maureen?" Yvette laughed. "Daughter you know he is a dog," Maureen laughed.

"Good morning, Miss Yvette!" Two naked, dripping identical blondes laughed, then came over and kissed her. "We broke a major rule, appearing naked before a male without our Matron and Master Sean had to discipline us. Oops, looks like we broke that rule again, Master Sean. Now we are naked before a teacher. Guess we will have to sign the Discipline sheet."

The twins laughed and kissed deeply. They helped each other back into their sleepers. "Guess we'll see you at lunch, Master!" They kissed me, laughed and left the room.

Yvette Explodes

"The twins? Really, the Twins! Sérieusement" Yvette barked at me. "Hide the knives, Husband! You have an angry, jealous French woman looking quite pissed," Maureen laughed loudly through the laptop.

Yvette threw a croissant at me and my SEAL reflexes caught it mid-flight. "The twins? I guess you having just come to Montpelier you don't know the real story. It's just like that movie. Twins were born, the parents divorced and each parent got one daughter. Now this is when it got really bizarre."

"Unknown to each parent, both parents sent their daughter to 'The Montpelier Finishing School for Young Ladies'. It was during Freshman Orientation after they changed into the school uniform that they bumped into each other, head on, tits to tits. They must have thought they walked into a mirror."

"They each screamed like banshees on the moors, drawing the attention of teachers and Matrons. The twins dropped all their orientation papers and hugged each other tightly. Everyone hissed when they started kissing each other. I was standing right beside them; I heard it all."

"I knew it! I've always felt incomplete. I've felt you all my life. I felt strange aches and pains growing up. So, did I; I felt your broken arm. I felt your first period. So, did I, a day later. I cried that night he dumped you. What a jerk!"

"They went on for ten minutes syncing up major experiences during their childhood and schooling. Completing their sentences has been going on for four years. Same GPA, to five decimal points. They made Miss Mary Ann give them the same room each grade."

"Students in each grade quickly got use to 'the twins' always being together; keeping to themselves. They said it gets freaky sometimes watching them wash each other in the shower. They are literally joined at the heart. And you fucked them! Sean you are such a dog!" Yvette growled at me.

"For being a smart Navy Captain, you are so dumb at times. You think with 'ta bite' (your cock). Mrs. Maureen don't you protect him from himself?"

"Their names are Bethany and Stephanie. If you had said their names you would have heard they were each three syllables both ending on the same vowel sound. That's the way parents in love name their twins. Damn Sean!"

"Didn't you hear them calling each other 'Sister'? What was it? One of your 'bucket list'? Yea, I wanna do sisters and compare their pussy and ass! Maureen, really? You know everything. You knew this!" Yvette growled.

I started to mumble. "Hay! In my defense they came down here in their jamies without their Matron, confessing breaking a major rule. They wanted the spanking then begged for the rest. They started crying. When they said, 'Sister', I thought it was that Senior Sisterhood thing. Maureen said I should give them what they wanted!"

"Hay! Don't throw me under their school bus. It was your cock! Your fantasy!" Maureen laughed loudly.

Yvette threw the rest of her food at me, one at a time, right -- left, right -- left, then thumped out in a huff. "At least she didn't throw her hot coffee cup at you," Maureen laughed and snorted. "Ha, ha, ha!" I said.

A Visit From Jahzara

With the extra food I decided to stay put and make minor repairs to portable items. I actually wrapped fish wire and glued the end of the twins' tresses. They might look good on my rear-view mirror. Shortly after lunch there came a knock on my door.

"Hide the knives!" Maureen yelled out. The door opened and Jahzara walked in with 'ToGo' packages.

"Husband, I did not see you at lunch and was concerned you might be 'under the weather', as they say here in your country. I don't know what feeling ill has to do with weather."

(Lesson time: "Under the weather" can likely be traced back to maritime sources. In older times, when a sailor was feeling seasick, he was sent below deck so he could get away from being under the harsh weather, literally being under the weather). ZDE

"So, Cook sent over a soup, I think tomato, and a cheese sandwich which she grilled. She cut off all the crust and made small triangles."

"She said it was just what a little boy would need to feel better. She said I was to stay and feed you lunch and make sure you had all the soup. You have very strange customs in your country."

She sat by the edge of the coffee table and spread out lunch. She reached for the hem of her casual tee-shirt and pulled it over her head. "Jahzara?" I gasped. "Husband, I know you like to look at my titties. Titties, that's what men in your country call them; right? Now eat your soup," she said bringing a spoon to my lips.

"Actually, in my country, we eat this by dipping the triangles in the tomato soup then slurping it and taking bites. It is always tomato soup. It sounds terrible in high places, like royalty. You have to watch out for your fingertips," I said. She laughed when I bit her fingers. Jahzara used her finger if I drizzled on my chin.

She sucked her finger then hid behind her fingers. "What?" I asked. "My finger is so much smaller than my husband," she said and brought both hands over her face. Forget seeing a blush with that midnight complexion. I asked, "What's for dessert?"

She laughed, "Cook said you always choose apple pie so she sent over a big piece. She had me memorize - "Do you like always getting a big juicy piece?" then all the cooks laughed. I think they made a joke on me." I laughed. "No Princess, they made a joke about me."

Jahzara made sure I finished the soup, sandwich and pie. She cleaned up then stood before me, shifting from foot to foot. "Jahzara?" I asked.

"The cooks started laughing about something they said. I asked if they were making fun of me, because I look so different. The old cook took me aside and told me what they were really talking about and laughing."

"Baby girl," she said touching my cheek very tenderly. "You are a beautiful young woman! A Princess! Always remember that! The man you chose must be worthy of you!"

"There is only one way to always make a man feel better. A woman has to take a man up inside her and let him shoot the fever out of him. Do you know what I am really talking about, Princess?"

"Master, husband, my body got very hot and my tahara got very wet when I finally understood. My breathing got very rapid and my panties got soaked. Cook took me into her arms and hugged me against her huge warm breasts, laughing a little then she kissed me. The other cooks did the same. I got many kisses."

"Princess, that is how it is between a man and a woman. The man may not know it but a woman has the very thing a man needs right within her body. Showing him tits always makes him smile. The second thing is food. Do those two things and you'll keep a man happy and a happy man takes care of his woman," Mama Cook said. "They call her Mamma Cook."

"Now there be a lot of rumors about Mr. Sean, so you be sure to just give him this food and get out of there quick!" she laughed.

"One of the cooks spread her hands and All the cooks laughed loudly and kissed me again and handed me the 'ToGo' bags and swatted my butt. I've made sure you had your food." Jahzara reached under her casual skirt and pushed her white panties down to her sneaks. She took them off and held them to my face. Her wet fragrance was hypnotic.

She dropped to her knees and unbuckled and unzipped and pulled my jeans to my feet. I had to raise my ass to get them off. "Jahzara?" I hissed.

"Master," she said and took my cockhead into her mouth. Her small hands were ebony and ivory was my cockshaft as she moved them up and down, pulsing her fingers.

"I have thoughts of your strength, husband. It makes my tahara weep. Will you share your essence across my tongue. I tremble when I taste you, like in the Senior shower. I would beg you to give me all your cream but I have other desires, desires brought about by the old cook."

Jahzara pleasured my cock till I was rock hard and my thighs were trembling. I leak my cum when pleasured and she opened her mouth to show me my cum coating her tongue. She closed her mouth around my long cock and moaned. "I love your taste, husband. It makes me very wet."

She took my long thick cock to the back of her mouth then pushed forward and my cockhead breached into her throat. "Jahzara?" I groaned. Her entire body trembled, her firm young breast rubbing along my inner thighs. I could feel her hard nipples.

She pulled back to my crown then took me deep into her throat. This went on for several minutes driving up my desire to cum. It took all my tantric training to not blast my hot thick cum deep into her belly and perhaps paint her face.

She trembled and shook moaning loudly. She lost her focus and took my cock deep into her throat and her full lips kissed my ballsack. She had my cock in her throat for too long. I pulled her hair; "Jahzara, stop!" I yelled.

She pulled totally off my cock. "I am sorry, husband, but I completed without your permission. I wet your floor with my juices. Having your strength deep inside me made pleasure flow throughout my body. I felt my juices spray out upon your floor."

She took her panties and rubbed about on the floor between her legs. She wrapped my shaft with her wet panties; they were soaked. Her fragrance was strong between us. I felt her wet fingers on my shaft. She sucked her own juices off my cock. She sucked just upon my cockhead and I'm sure I leaked more sauce across her tongue. She moaned then kissed the eye of my cockhead and sucked lightly.

She stood and unzipped her skirt and tossed it aside not letting it drop to the floor. Her breathing was deep and purposeful as if she wanted to stay focused. She sat on my lap, her thighs outside mine. As I said her female scent was hypnotic. She put my cockshaft in the cleft between her wet dark-black pussy lips and moved up and down.

"I will give you my gift if you ask it of me," she whispered.

"You give me this gift freely? I know I have greatly desired this!" I heard in my head as Maureen played Galadriel's response to Frodo at the well. She is such a nerd at times.

"Don't you fucking go taking her precious gift. It is precious to her," Maureen layered her disproval in Gollum's voice.

"No Princess, I am not worthy of such a rare gift. I am a hobo, moving about my country taking advantage with women when it is presented. I shall not take your gift no matter how deeply you beg. Just ride me like you are and I will paint your beautiful breasts and belly."

Jahzara pulled my shirt off and traced my scars with her juices she gathered on her finger tips. She kissed my scars, tasting herself then pushed her midnight breasts against my chest. She moved forward trapping my cock against my abs and her pussy.

Her face, she buried in my neck and tenderly bit there when my cockhead tapped her clit. It got very wet where we were joined bathing my heavy ballsack. "Husband, husband, husband," she groaned over and over. "I want you to take your pleasure."

I put my hands upon her firm ass and helped her run my cock between her pussy lips. "Make yourself cum, wife. Show me you know how. Give pleasure to your husband, by doing this."

I felt Jahzara's hand squeeze between us then she hissed and trembled. Her fingers had found her pleasure knot. Her fingers pleasuring her clit rubbed along my cockshaft and the knot on my crown. She started moving herself rapidly up and down riding my shaft in her cleft.

Suddenly she stopped, hissed, then trembled, biting onto my shoulder-blade. I felt hot juices bathe my ballsack as Jahzara had rubbed herself into a climax. "Husband, husband, husband," she groaned. "I love you so deeply," she moaned and started crying. She kissed all about my neck as she trembled in pleasure.

She leaned back and kissed all about my face for several minutes as she shook from my cockhead rubbing her clit. I felt a few flows of her juices leak out and wet my cock. She nibbled on my ear, "Husband, will you take my darkness for your pleasure?"

"Cook said a woman can take a man up inside her and let him shoot the fever out of him. I want to heal my Master, my husband. I want you to feel your pleasure while deep up inside me. Please do this for me."

Jahzara Gives Up Her Ass

Jahzara did not wait for an answer. She rose up on her strong athletic thighs and hovered. She gripped my cock and ran my head between her pussy lips. Her fluids ran out coating my cock.

She started moving my cockhead back across her dark star getting it coated. She started letting my crown push against those back lips. She would coat my cockhead within her pussy lips then anoint her asshole.

As she worked, my cockhead would stay longer against the doorway into her darkness. She pulsed her thighs doing tiny squats pushing against her analring. She moved my cockhead between her pussy lips and pushed down. My cockhead felt her wet heat and a tightness. I pulled her hair hard.

"Jahzara, No!" I shouted and lifted her with my hands on her ass. "Husband!" she yelled and her pussy sprayed her cum on my abs and ballsack. I held her up as she trembled. I moved her forward and felt my cockhead slide between her ass cheeks.

I held my firm cock to her back door and slowly lowered her. Her back lips kissed my cockhead then slowly moved down my crown. Her body shook, like she had been shocked, when my large cockhead breached into her ass. "Husband," she moaned and started kissing me where ever her lips could reach.

"Husband you are within me again. Porsche tried to tell about all the pleasure she felt in the shower with your long thick cock deep in her ass. I tried to share the same feeling when you took me the time you disciplined me. We both trembled and wet our panties when we spoke of your hot cum pulsing deep into our ass."

"Husband, I didn't ask permission but Porsche and I pleasured each other, drinking each other's juices, being so sad we could not feed on your cum dripping from our ass. You must promise to take both of us at once so we could do such things."

"Fill my ass with your hot thick cum and I will run and find Porsche and share your gift. I will behave and surrender my ass, husband. Push yourself deep up inside me. You have a man fever to break," she said kissing me and rubbing my cockhead between her ass cheeks.

Jahzara held just behind my cockhead and brought it to her asshole. She grunted and pushed down and slowly her analring yielded and my cockhead popped into her ass. In one long moan

Jahzara took half my thick cock. "Husband, husband, husband," she groaned. "I love you so deeply," she moaned and started crying again.

"You're gonna leave behind one huge broken heart, My Husband," Maureen cautioned.

Jahzara rose up, her juices bathing my cockshaft, then she pushed down. The rest of my cock went deep up inside her darkness and she sat her ass cheeks on my lap. She was humming softly almost sounding like a kitten purring. She stayed still letting her ass caress all of my long thick cock. It trembled.

"Jahzara, do you want me to be tender or nasty?"

"Oh husband, you are always so tender with all of us women. You might discipline us but you are always tender. We 'Subjects of the Master' compare experiences in our pillow talk. What is nasty? I do not know of this."

"Jahzara, if I am nasty with a woman I will use her only for my own desires. I will not be concerned with her pleasure or her pain. I will only desire to use her body to receive my hot thick cum deep inside her heat. There is no tenderness. I will call you naughty street names and slap your ass then explode deep inside you until my pleasure has been satisfied."

She pushed back from me, her dark eyes wide open in surprise. She hissed showing me her white teeth. She growled! "Husband, have you done such to other women? Will you do such things to me if I ask? You have always been so tender. Does this devil reside in all men? Does it reside in you, Master?"

"Jahzara, my sweet Nubian Princess, Rose of the Desert, this resides in all men. Evil men let it rise all the time. Some masters are very mean. Tender men seek agreement with their partner. She has to yield and request this strangeness. My love for you runs deep and now I should not have presented the possibility."

She kissed all over my face, moaning softly as my cock moved about in her ass. Softly she asked, "Husband I have found that things that matter are not always black or white. Experiences are like a string, a beginning and an end, yes, but there are so many choices along the string. There must be choices between tender and nasty. I would yield and trust you to choose well."

"Jahzara, when did you get so smart? And here all I thought was that you had a beautify ass," I said laughing.

"I Do have a beautiful ass and I yield it to my Master. Use me as you wish. I will hold no ill will for you. Perhaps it will help break the fever that Mama Cook told me about."

"If I am your Master, make yourself cum again. I need you spent to take my naughty pleasure. There will be no safe word, Princess of the Desert. If need be I will gag you with your own wet panties so you are not a distraction. Now cum for me. My eyes will drink in your darkness."

Jahzara leaned back and brought her fingers to her wet pussy. She groaned and bit her lip as her fingers rubbed her pleasure knot. It was swollen and lifted from her pussy lips. Her juices leaked out onto my balls as her fingers rode her cleft.

She must have been primed because she screamed and trembled and her pussy sprayed her fingers and my abs. She growled rather than screamed and her dark tits rubbed across my chest. She rubbed herself to another climax; her ass pulsing along my thick cock pushed deep up her ass.

She hissed and brought her wet fingers to my lips and I sucked her sweet juices. I told her she tasted very sweet. "Thank you Master," she managed to whisper.

I stood up taking her with me impaled on my long thick cock. She wrapped her legs around my hips and circled my neck with her arms. Her wet breasts caressed me as I walked. She kissed wherever her full lips could reach.

I went to the bathroom and got a few towels. I would need them for her spraying pussy juices. I stopped at the desk and got the soft white ropes. I pulled my belt from my jeans. My leather belt was two inches wide.

"Master," she moaned. I moved to beside the arm of the sofa. "Stand down, slut!" I growled beginning my domination. She hissed. "Yes, Master," she whimpered as her feet moved to the floor and my cock slipped from her ass.

I laid the towels across the arm of the sofa and on the floor. I anticipated them getting soaked with female cum. I ordered Jahzara to lay across the arm and put her breasts to the cushion. She kissed me deeply first then settled herself bent over the padded arm of the sofa. I slapped her ass and she streaked.

"Do you need the gag, slut? Or do you want to hear your reaction to your discipline?"

"No Master, do not gag me. I want to tell you how much I love you while I am used for your pleasure," she said starting to cry.

"Push your arms forward and grasp the knot when the noose is slipped over your wrist."

Her arms moved forward and I put a Navy Loop around her wrists and she grabbed the knot. She groaned when I pulled the ropes stretching her arms straight out. I slapped her ass. "Silence, slut; Harlot of the Desert!" I tied the other ends to legs of the sofa.

Jahzara tested the ropes and moaned softly. Truth be told she could have wiggled out if she tried. I slapped her ass, held tightly across the sofa arm. She moaned trying to keep quiet. I folded my belt and slapped it on the sofa arm several times. Her midnight black body, her back wet with sweat, rippled in fright or in anticipation.

I turned her face outward and knelt. "Am I your Master and will you yield your body to my pleasure. Will you endure your pain until I have taken all my pleasure from your slut body?" I growled.

"Yes, Master," she whimpered. "Pleasure my thick cock!" I yelled making her jump. I pushed my cock against her mouth and she opened letting my cock slip deep into her mouth. She sucked all along my length flicking her tongue across my knot making me tremble. She 'yacked' then I went deep. I pulled out and her saliva ran out from her lips.

"Are you the Slut of the Desert? Do you lie in your bed, your tahara dripping wet as you fantasize being taken on the rugs of a tent by many men; men with huge smelly cocks shooting their cum all over your tits and your face?"

"Then they take you in all your precious places, not at all concerned you are a Princess. Perhaps they pound deep inside you because you have been a mean Princess. Is this not so Slut of the Desert?"

"Yes Master, Yes. I am the Slut of the Desert. I exist only for the Master to take his pleasure within me. He may take my last treasure if that is his desire," she said crying deeply.

"Husband? Are you in control? That poor girl worships you. You are her husband. She would willingly give all of herself to you."

I walked to the far corner of the room. "Maureen, my sweetest purpose for living. You know my heart. I would no more harm that young woman then I would cut off my right hand. I am seducing her mind. I will not harm her. She has felt the desk discipline and let me take my pleasure in her ass. That is all she will feel from me but her mind will run wild. She is safe."

"If you get carried away, Slim Whitman will play loud in your ears."

I moved back to Jahzara and put my belt to her lips. "Do you know what this is my slut? Do you know what I will do with it if you yield?"

"Yes Master, It is your belt and you will use it upon my ass if I yield. I yield, Master," she said her ass actually trembling.

I must remind the readers of my journals that I get no sadistic pleasure from applying pain to females. My cock does not get hard from some twisted pleasure. My slaps, paddles or belt, will always only be as hard as a slap on the ass. It is the unknown, the unanticipated, the never felt, that is what sends the female to her edge. It is her mind, not the disciple.

"Kiss the belt of your discipline," I growled. Jahzara's full dark lips kissed the belt where she could reach. I took two ends and snapped them together. They made a loud noise. She flinched each time I snapped the belt.

I moved behind her and ran my hands across her ass cheeks. She twerked that midnight flesh. She hissed when she heard me testing the belt on the sofa arm near her ass. "MASTER," she screamed out when the first slap crossed her ass.

"I will gag you Desert Slut if you cannot control yourself," I growled. I wanted to see if she could master her reactions. I gave her another swat and she growled but no scream. I gave her five more swats then stopped. She had growled upon each one and trembled.

I felt between her pussy lips and she was leaking her juices. The towel under her was damp. I rubbed her swollen knot and juices leaked out and ran down her thighs. She received seven more swats and I stopped. Her legs were trembling and she was hissing her breath through clenched teeth.

I put my belt upon her ass and rubbed her pleasure knot hard against her mons. This time she screamed and sprayed her juices back as she crashed into a powerful climax. I rubbed her again and she fell into another climax. Her body was trembling on the sofa arm and she was pulling against the ropes.

I caressed her sweaty back with the leather of the belt. I let it play upon her pussy and she spritzed it with her fragrant juices. I brought it to her lips and told her to kiss it again. She moved her mouth and bit into the leather tasting her juices permeating the leather. She moved her face back and forth holding the leather like a dog with a chew toy.

I slapped her ass and she let go. "Just seven more, slut, then I'm gonna push my long thick cock down deep into your ass and take my final pleasure." She groaned deeply, as the belt slowly moved down her back, between her ass cheeks and dropped away through her pussy lips. She sprayed again.

Porsche Appears

I was so focused on Jahzara that I was shocked to see Porsche standing naked beside me. "Master," she said softly just standing there. I did not know for how long she had been there or what she had heard said to Jahzara. Her casual clothes lay in a heap beside her. My eyes feasted on her naked body. She did not smile this time. "Finish her disciple," she said softly.

I spanked Jahzara with the belt and watched Porsche tremble. With the next slap she grabbed her tits and pulled upon her hard nipples. With the next slap she let her fingers trail down her tummy and massage between her pussy lips. I could smell her unique scent. Yes, each female has a unique scent and Porsche's was strong standing close beside me.

I slapped the next one a bit hard and Jahzara groaned. I watched Porsche push two fingers up into her wet pussy. Her thumb-pad rode across her clit. I watched her pleasure herself as her eyes locked upon mine. I enjoyed the sight of Porsche turn red in her face and in her full cleavage.

I slapped Jahzara's ass perhaps the hardest then quickly slapped the belt upon Porsche's tits. Both women screamed into a climax, their body trembling. I felt Jahzara spray her cum upon my thighs. Porsche fell to her knees and her cum sprayed my feet.

I put my fingers to Jahzara's clit and rubbed her hard until she screamed into another powerful wet climax. Porsche, swept away, rubbed herself to another climax and bent over clunking her head on the floor. She knelt there trembling and moaning, her thighs opened wide to hold those two fingers deep up her pussy. A puddle of her juices flowed wetting her hanging tits.

I stood letting each woman tremble through their climax. "Well, that was unexpected, Husband," Maureen laughed. I caressed Jahzara's ass and she moaned. Her midnight body colour did not display any marks from the wide leather belt but she felt each swat. My fingers played in the crease of her ass running across her dark star and she trembled.

"Jahzara, my Desert wife, Porsche was here watching your discipline. Do you wish me to be tender taking my final pleasure?" She let out one long moan as she sensed Porsche's hand upon her back. "Yes, Master. I am very frightened and cannot take anymore nasty being done upon me. Claim my ass for your pleasure Master."

I turned towards Porsche. My cock was at mouth level and had gone a bit soft. "Suck it," I growled. One hand came up to hold the base of my cock and the other tenderly cradled my ballsack. Her head moved forward and she took my cock into her mouth. I groaned as she began to suck and move her lips up and down my shaft. In no time, I was rock hard, no longer fitting in her mouth,

She held onto my cock and walked on her knees then positioned my cockhead against Jahzara's asshole. Wet fingers from her own pussy coated my cockhead then my thick shaft. Satisfied with her work, Porsche pushed my cock against her Senior Sister's asshole. She held it there until that portal opened and my cockhead was swallowed into tight heat.

"Oh, Master!" Jahzara groaned. Porsche pushed on my ass driving my cock deep into her sister's ass. She did not stop until my thighs lay against Jahzara's ass. I was balls deep in that hot tight sleave. They both moaned. "Fuck her, Master," Porsche whispered.

I started riding that tight dark ass, pulling back to my fat crown then going deep into the darkness. Each time I pulled back Jahzara's tight analring sucked across my pleasure knot. I'd tremble then push all in again making her groan laying upon the sofa arm.

I rode her ass for some time. I felt wet fingers playing in my ass then went up on tip-toes then a finger pushed into my ass. It felt thick so it might have been Porsche's thumb. It dug deep into my ass each time I pulled back from Jahzara's ass. I was getting too close to my climax.

I started pounding Jahzara's belly into the sofa arm as I banged my belly against her ass. I groaned as Porsche must have switched out to two fingers deep up my ass. Her fingertips rubbed my walnut stirring my need to cum.

I dropped deep into that ass as possible. I reached down and grabbed both Jahzara's tits and groped her flesh and pulled her nipples. Porsche started jackhammering her fingers in my ass and I screamed and exploded. Pulses of painful cum shot out of my cockhead painting the darkness deep in Jahzara's ass.

I felt her cum spray against my thighs. I felt Porsche's cum spray upon my feet. Both women groaned in their climax. I groaned the loudest. Cock and fingers kept up their assault. It became too much and I pulled out of Jahzara's ass.

Porsche grabbed my cock and sunk her mouth down my shaft. My final pulses of cum painted the back of her mouth. She sucked down pulling the last of my cum along her tongue. She flicked across my knot making my thighs tremble and one last blast of cum fill her mouth.

I pulled out. "Enough, slut!" I yelled. Porsche looked up at me tears running down her cheeks. She opened her mouth letting me see all my cum laying behind her teeth. She knelt to Jahzara and kissed her the best she could. They moaned against each other, kissing deeply as possible sharing my cum.

I untied Jahzara, then walked to my new shower. "Leave your clothes where they are and get your slut asses out of my apartment. Don't be here when I am done," I growled. Maureen hissed at me.

The shower was not huge. The water felt warm. The door opened and two females squeezed in; ebony and ivory. Soapy breasts washed about my body. Hands washed my hair; no girly stuff! Soapy hands tenderly washed my package and between my ass cheeks. Yes, it fucking felt great!

The water turned off and towels, now kept by the shower, dried me off. I lost count of the number of kisses I receives from two crying females. My scars always received tender kisses. They left me wrapped in towels and walked me to the sofa, Jack's sofa, I laughed.

The two women stood there naked, day and night, ivory and ebony, water dripping off their tits. "Master, may we have our clothes back?" they both seemed to ask. Still playing the part of the mean Master, I just waved my hand in a dismissive gesture.

The pair, friends I'm sure from before I first met them, dressed before me. They only put on their tee shirt and casual skirts, dressing still soaking wet. "May we kiss you, Master?" Porsche whined slightly. I didn't answer so she leaned in and kissed me deeply. Jahzara then took her turn. "Thank you husband," she said softly.

I watched them walk out and I wondered what I would do for dinner. The cook was right; sex and food!

My desk phone rang. I answered it. "Master, this is Bethany. My sister is beside me. We want you to take us into town tonight for dinner. We have plans for afterwards. My sister and I will knock upon your door at 5pm. Dress nicely. You will use your truck to drive. This we want. We love you!" Click went the phone.

"Well, Husband. Two asses on the hood of my truck up at Make Out Point?" Maureen growled. "Peut-être."