(More sex for starters, but don't worry; the story won't be one long orgy...Not sure if that's a bad thing on this site, but still.)
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Cum spurt from Casey's cock into Tori once again, instantly setting off yet another simultaneous orgasm as she gasped and moaned bent over the foot of the king-sized bed in front of them. He felt muscles twitch from all the way down his legs up around his ribs as his whole body enjoyed the sensation of cumming into this pussy he had just claimed for himself. Tori seemed out of breath, completely overwhelmed and worn out by the joyful experience. Their fluids dripped out of her pussy. Every single nuance and detail felt like a triumph of pleasure.
Casey gently brought her more or less upright, still inside her as he held her close and offered soothing kisses across her shoulder and back. His strong cock actually seemed to help keep her up. Though she had to twist a bit, Tori managed to bring her lips to his for a soft kiss that seemed to punctuate this fierce, bonding fuck that they had shared.
"Thank you," she whispered with a hint of an exhausted smile.
"Lay down, Casey," beckoned Monica. His naked blonde lover patted the space on the bed next to her. "Lay back here."
Casey gave Tori another soft kiss with his hands cupping and soothing her breasts. They had swung freely under her as he fucked her, yet now stood proudly on her chest as a further testament to Tori's natural beauty. He wanted to play with them more, to fondle and squeeze and suck them now that they were all his to toy with, but Monica was right. Even he needed a rest once in awhile.
Their eyes met, and Tori gave a little nod toward the bed. Casey slipped around her, laying back next to Monica with a heavy sigh of relief. His eyes were mostly on Tori, though in the foreground between them was his own cum-soaked cock, still erect, ready and magnificent.
Tori seemed fixated on it. Casey had thought she would curl up next to him, that they would cuddle or relax together. Instead, she crawled onto the bed to slip between his legs, reverently took his cock in her hand and began to lick and kiss it. Their eyes met as she opened her mouth and took him in, shamelessly devouring his cock.
Monica moved in beside him. "Tell me you don't feel like a god right now," she grinned into his ear.
"I do," he admitted, then let his head tilt back with a groan as he enjoyed Tori's devotion to his cock. "Wow. Yeah, I do."
"Wouldn't give this up for anything, would you?"
He almost said yes, but a thought stopped him. "I'd give it up for you."
"I'm not asking. I'll never ask that. You have to be what you are, Casey." She leaned in to kiss him, doubling his pleasure for a long, sensuous moment. Then she drew back again, to a comfortable distance where she could simply stroke his body as Tori did her work. "You can leave it here," she said, "or you can finish the job."
"Finish?" Casey asked. It certainly felt to him like Tori was well and truly his.
"Talk to her," Monica nodded, gently stroking his scalp. "Tell her what I told you. Tell her what you want from her. What you don't want. Anything. She's yours now, Casey. Dominate her. Dominate her, and she'll obey, and love you for it. Much the way you love me."
His eyes fluttered to hers. His relationship with Tori naturally couldn't be the same. He and Monica were already family before they fucked and fell in love. She was already his best, most intimate friend. But he knew what she meant. His love for her was genuine, and yet there were also aspects of it that went outside the norm. He didn't care if she slept with other guys. He genuinely wanted to obey her. There was love, and then there was the love of her dominance.
"I hardly even know her," Casey said.
"It's okay. You'll get to know her. Trust me. I brought her to you because I knew you'd like her. She's yours now. The rest will come quickly."
Tori kept at him. He looked down at her, seeing nothing but slavish devotion and obvious pleasure. His cock felt good in her mouth for her, too.
"Give yourself to me, Tori," Casey told her softly. He felt her tremble and moan. "Make yourself mine. Keep sucking that cock, Tori. It's where you belong. On your hands and knees for me, loving it. Loving my cock. You're mine."
Her eyes agreed with him. So did her tongue, and her lips, and her hot spit all over his cock.
"No walls," he said. "No secrets. I'll take care of you."
"Tell her how you want her," Monica whispered into his ear. "Be dirty if you want. No secrets from me.
Rule
her, Casey. However you want. You can change it later, but now's the best time to tell her how you want her."
He looked in Tori's eyes again. Occasionally hers closed, as the pleasures of sucking his cock drew her into complete bliss, but eventually they opened again.
It all felt so good.
"You're beautiful, Tori," he breathed. "You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever met. Enjoy it. Use it. You're mine now. Be sexy for me. Be beautiful for me. No self-doubt. No feeling bad if you think I don't notice or if I'm with someone else. You wouldn't be mine if I didn't want you. I want you to feel sexy and beautiful and enjoy it no matter what."
Monica couldn't help but smile warmly. Something in Tori's eyes changed, mixing heartfelt gratitude with her overwhelming lust.
"You belong to me, Tori," Casey whispered. His hands ran through Tori's brown hair. "Mine alone. Obey me. Obey me...and Monica. I belong to her. She can have you whenever she wants."
"Oh, you don't have to do that, baby," Monica told him.
"I want to," Casey replied. "I love you."
Monica smiled and kissed him again, deeper and longer than before. Tori kept sucking at him. The pleasure overwhelmed him. Cum rumbled through his loins and pumped out of his cock, filling Tori's mouth as she worked to greedily swallow it all. He could hear her moan with pleasure, too, as she came without even the slightest attention to her pussy. His cock cumming in her mouth was more than enough to set her off. Monica's kiss continued as he came, all but drowning him in ecstasy.
She let him settle into a blissful state of relaxation. Tori continued to work his cock, slowly and sensuously, indulging herself at least as much as him.
"Now. Something else important, before I forget," Monica said. "The first few days of awakening to one's dominance are always kind of a binge. If I'd had more self-control, I'd have waited until we got home to LA and then I wouldn't be so concerned...but I'm not letting you out of my sight while we're in another dominant's city."
"I'm more than okay with that. But what do you mean by another dominant's city?"
"Like I said, we're not the only ones. I told you before that it isn't all women or all men. It's not all white people, either. There are a few dozen of us. We generally all get along, though sometimes it's a little like high school for the super-privileged," she smirked. "We divvy up territory to make sure we don't piss in one another's personal swimming pools."
He frowned a bit at that. The feeling of power and sexuality was intoxicating, as was the newness of his relationships with Monica and Tori, but naturally he had thoughts of the potential downsides. "I thought you said this wasn't like some big conspiracy?"
"Well, we don't rule the world or anything," Monica said with a bit of an eyeroll. "In fact, we've generally agreed that about the creepiest thing we could do when we get together would be to conspire about how to influence politics and the like.
"We've got our limits. It's one thing to dominate a few lovers, or even a few dozen, but it's not like you can manipulate a whole crowd. You can't seduce someone who's wound up about something that has nothing to do with sex. And when you think about what would happen if the general public knew about people like us?" Monica shuddered. "We can all get pretty extravagant, but you have to learn to balance it with keeping a low profile. It takes time and practice. Again, you'll need a lot of mentoring and guidance.
"We had a couple of people buy into the whole 'master race' bit back in the '30s, before the war," she continued. "That ended badly. Ugly. But I can't imagine how much worse it would've been if we hadn't gotten rid of those morons before the war broke out."
Casey looked on in awe. "Jesus, what happened?"
"Nothing I'm in the mood to talk about now. Darker days than these were. I'll tell you this much, though: people who get all bent out of shape moaning about the 'good old days' drive me nuts. You think society's a mess now? Try living with separate drinking fountains.
"Anyway. Territories. I'm friends with the dominant who lives here in Seattle. He's a really nice guy named Michael. He knows we're here and he'd probably forgive a transgression or two, but I'd rather not even have the issue."
"So he considers all these people his?"
"No, silly," Monica smirked. "We all just like having places to roam without worrying about playing with someone else's toys by accident. Some of us like to share. Some of us don't. But we all understand that it's best to allow for some distance. I'll teach you about all this later."
Casey nodded. He had a hand on Tori's head as she slowly worked him. She winked back at him as she worked his cock. "Wait," he said, "does that mean LA...?"
"Is mine and yours, yeah," Monica smiled. "All the way through Orange County."
"How'd that happen?" Casey asked, breathing a bit more heavily thanks to Tori's devotion.
