Welcome back.
By Thanksgiving, Julia was moved in, thanks to her former boyfriend, Trey.
I know why you're here, so what I'm going to say next may seem blasphemous. Owning a three-woman harem isn't all fun and games. Well, mostly. Okay, there's fun to be had, as you have and will see, but it isn't the parking lot in paradise you might think. Three obedient slaves saw me as the center of their universe; now I had to live with the consequences of that. Like any good property owner, I had to put a lot of thought and planning into increasing their usefulness.
Speaking of property, Rosie has grown on me. I hadn't thought of making her my wife, but something she said made me want to.
This morning she woke me up using her asshole. Morning anal isn't something I would recommend, but morning anal with Rosita Estrada, I would endorse 100%. Both the girl and her oily sphincter is a national treasure.
"Good morning, Slave." I said it like I meant it.
"Master, good morning. I hope my ass pleases you." She replied like the wanton slut she was.
"Your whole body pleases me, Slave," I said, noting the shudder in her hips when I emphasized the word "Slave."
Because of last night's debauchery, Rosie's buttocks glowed an angry red. Memories of Julia spanking the nubile eighteen-year-old danced in my head as her rectum slid up the length of my diamond hard shafter before slamming back down, causing her to moan and me to grunt. While reverse cow-girling me, the precocious minx leveled a glance over her shoulder with a deft hair flip flourish, somehow magically conveying both innocence and depravity into one look. As the wet smacking of our bodies gathered in tempo, so too did our breathing.
While she massaged my cock with her sphincter, I glanced over at my other two slaves. Mother had Julia's leash in one hand while the other held the former yoga instructor's head against her juicy cunt. My newest slave lavished attention upon my mother's wet sex, rolling her clit around with her tongue while jamming three fingers into her sopping muff. Mother's cries were both loud and erotic.
Since taming Mother five months ago, I had lost almost ten pounds of fat and added a couple of pounds of muscle, mainly on my lower body. I had given myself over to a yoga routine, and before you groan, know I mainly practice yoga in the nude, and the sessions end with me emptying my balls into one of three women, usually Julia.
This morning, however, I intended to gift Rosie with a load in her ass. I lost track of time inside of Rosie's red rectum.
"How does my cock feel in your asshole, slut?"
"Master's cock makes me feel so full and so hot," she panted as her ass slammed down into me.
"I'm about to cum in your ass, Slave. Savor it."
"Maasterrrr," was all she could say between huffing and puffing. Both hands sunk into her gyrating ass as she rode my dick like it was a bucking bronco.
Only feet away, Mother was using Rosie's favorite strap-on to fill the yoga instructor's eager womanhood.
"You wish it was Master's cock fucking you right now, don't you?" Mother asked.
"Yes Mistress, I do. George feels Ah! Good, though," Julia grunted. Rosie named the strap-on George, and it stuck with the other slaves.
The pair were building up a rhythm, their hips undulating together. Their sexy bodies sliding together looked so erotic. Coupled with the sheen of sweat, Mother drilled into Julia's juicy cunt. The wet noises issuing from the yoga instructor's sodden crevice signaled her excitement.
"Take my cum, Slave!" I yelled, exploding into Rosie's asshole. The way her sphincter massaged my cock while I pulsed loads of my batter into her was delightful. She had turned into quite the eager slut.
"Oh! Oh. Thank you, Master," Rosie said in a quivering voice. Her trembling back arched in orgasm as her ass was all the way down onto my base of my cum-spitting prick. My slave wanted to make sure my cock was filling her up as much as possible while I deposited my load.
Rosie whispered, "Master's cum makes my stomach tingle."
My only response was to grab her haunches and slam my cock into her a few more times in appreciation.
"You please me, Slave," I said. Rosie responded with a beaming smile. A wet popping noise signaled my cock releasing from her, along with a spittle of my batter. I put my fingers into her asshole, scooping out a generous amount of my seed. The eighteen-year-old anal slut looked at my fingers and alluringly sucked them clean.
"Now my cock."
"Thank you, Master," she said, working my cum around in her mouth. Whether by choice or as a side effect of her Binoculation, she had become quite the anal practitioner, worshiping Mother's asshole whenever possible. Whether using fingers, tongue, or George, her obsession with watching mother and son copulate was always fun to watch play out. In fact, whenever Rosie watches me cum inside Mother, she has an orgasm as well.
Unlike the kindness of Mother or the plucky naivety of Rosita, Julia was a mean-spirited narcissist who only cared about money. I admit to feeling intense satisfaction whenever her emotions need to get crushed. As a result, I was well on the way towards making both subservience and the need to be bred core tenets of her life.
I should mention she is on fertility medication. We're working as a unit to get her pregnant. I channeled my inner cult leader, creating a sexual rite resulting in Julia earning her collar. I neither recorded nor took a picture of the event; it was burned forever into my mind, along with several others since the purchasing of that wonderful pair of binoculars. You should have seen the look on her cum splattered face as I fitted it around her neck, the way her eyelids fluttered, her body twitching in anticipation of the chain I alone had the power to attach to her collar. That moment where she gave herself fully to me. Everything she ever was or will be became mine with a soft click and a slight rustle of leather. Her full body orgasm resembled something between a grand mal seizure and a religious experience. Her collar was a black and purple choker with a silver O-ring. "BROODMARE" was in the engraving; Julia loved it so much she cried the first time I told her to remove it.
It was also interesting watching the way my women grew into their new lives. Keep in mind, none of the three were even remotely interested in other women. For Rosie it was a sin, for mother it was sick, and for Julia... well, she would have had sex with another woman if the money was right, but she wasn't into it. I had binoculated mother to become attracted to Rosie and vice versa. It was funny seeing Rosie, still smelling of mother's cunt, being repulsed by lesbian sex online. As they became accustomed to having sex with each other, their core sexual needs shifted, resulting in changing their sexual orientation. Mother was bisexual now, Rosie was close to follow. I know because it led to an interesting development.
We were in the kitchen doing dishes. Jim and Maverlene Roqueford had just left. Tonight, I had Julia entertain Jim by sucking his cock in the dining room. To remind you readers, I would consider Jim's wife to be a 4 on a scale of 1 to 10. In case you're wondering, mother is a 10, Julia a 9, and Rosie an 8. However, Maverlene is the proud owner of a pair of 42DDs. I don't know how the hell she carries those things around, but I can tell you that properly lubed up, they are heaven for a cock.
"They seem a lot happier now," Mother said as she dried off a bowl. "Don't they, Casper?"
"It's nice to see another healthy relationship like ours, isn't it?"
Mother eyed me introspectively before showing me a dazzling smile.
"You're correct," she said. I noticed an emotional note and looked over to see her tearing up.
"Mom, are you alright?" I asked, potting the washcloth down. I handed her the soaked pan.
"Yes, I'm... emotional, is all."
"Well, I just said we had a great relationship, and you started crying, so you've got met curious why."
"Casper, I love you. You're my son, lover, and Master."
Mother's reverential tone caused my shorts to become uncomfortable.
"I'm sensing there a 'but' coming."
She grinned, drying her eyes with the corner of the dishtowel.
"But sometimes I wish..."