Melissa wasn't nervous, exactly. Not at all. No, she was excited, that was it. She'd gone downstairs to fetch Amy and Monique, and the trio were waiting outside Master's door. She checked her phone again, heart fluttering: It once more reminded her it was day one of her fertile window.
She was dressed in heels, a little black dress that stopped mid-thigh, and a v-shaped neck that dipped below her breasts. She'd bought it that day, to be a proper little slut for her Master, and had forgone any underwear. She was hoping Mark would use her first, and her pussy was already wet, thinking on it.
The college girls on the other hand? Amy had a pink pleated skirt on that stopped at her knees, high heels of ruby red, a tight pink top with the word 'Bimbo' in glittery red letters that was sufficiently tight that the fact she wasn't wearing a bra was obvious: The blonde was already rather horny, Melissa could tell: She kept giggling and had started to speak with a lisp.
As for Monique, the Latina had ripped, knee-high socks on her legs, black heels, and a miniskirt that barely covered her cunt: A collar around her beck that someone had written 'Rape whore' on in white pink, and was wearing a semi-transparent tank top that her perky nipples were clearly visible through.
Both of them had put on makeup to mark their roles: Amy had curled her hair, making it full, vibrant and bouncy, bright red lipstick, blusher to make her cheeks look like she was actually blushing, and fairly well applied lip shadow that made her eyes even more blue. Monique? Had painted her eyelids bright blue, had purple lipstick, and her straight black hair was in a ponytail, trailing down her back.
While Melissa was ovulating as of today, Amy was due to start her period this weekend (Melissa had provided her with fertility pills for when it ended) and Monique's fertility window had just passed: She would be ready in about twenty-four days, and Melissa had given her the pills, too, to take when her period came -- if it came, since there was the small chance Master had knocked her up already. She'd gotten them both to download the same app she used, so they knew when they'd have to beg hardest for master's cum. Melissa was hoping that he'd knock someone up each weekend -- she wanted a big family. She needed one, and it would be the fastest way to get one.
Mark opened the door and saw the trio, all looking like various types of sex toys. Melissa looked like a girl from a club desperate to be fucked: Amy was a bimbo, and Monique looked like she should be a streetwalker. He could almost smell their arousal as he ushered them within, kissing each of them hungrily as each passed him by. Amy was last, the bimbo pulling his hand onto her tits. "Dis stupid Bimbo is sowwy, Master! Her period is dis weekend!"Grinding her body against his. Trying for another kiss.
He kissed her again before pushing her within, spanking her ass just once. "That's alright, Bimbo. I'll fuck you until it starts, then you can watch me using your sisters." god, he loved the three of them. They were perfect for him, and he promised himself he'd take good care of them all.
"Now go in and try and cool down. Dinner first, so all of you can get to know each other. Then we'll spend the weekend fucking. If you can't calm down, Get Monique to finger-fuck you until you cum." Amy nodded submissively, and moved inside, looking for her room mate. Mark checked on dinner, pulling out the beef wellington to rest as he prepped the rest of the vegetables, listening to Amy's moans of bliss as Monique fingered her, Melissa's encouraging words driving them both on.
Then the doorbell rang again.
Moving past the living room just as Amy came, he opened the door to reveal Julie and Stacey, his last two slaves. Julie was wearing a skintight red dress, thin straps on her shoulders supporting the plunging neckline, her back exposed before it picked up at her hips, flowing into a skirt that stopped mid-knee: She was wearing high red heels, and her hair hung loose around her shoulders: Her makeup was light, just enough to enhance her bright smile, and she held a leash in her hand.
Said leash ran to the collar on Stacey's neck: The blonde bombshell was wearing it, some black heels, and a long coat. Before he could comment on it, however, she opened it and dropped to her hands and knees, naked bar the collar and heels: Julie led her inside like a dog on a lead, and just like a pet, Stacey rubbed her head against his leg, looking up at him with eyes full of need.
Julie gave him a smile. "We spoke, and, umm, like.. She was really made to be a pet. Like, weren't you, Kitten?" Stacey nodded, rubbing her head against his thigh. "Yes. I'm his horny little sex kitten. His dirty little cumwhore."
