Settling In

Sorry this took so long! Computer issues, sloee pissues, then fricking writer's block on the last few paragraphs for months! To the point I started the next chapter before finishing this one, so with a little luck, it should be soom!

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When Mark got home, he was greeted by the sight of half of his harem moving bags through the door, and was quick to move to help them. Marie and Zania's possessions had apparently already been moved into Amy & Moni's apartment (now cluttering their living room, he discovered) and they were just finishing up with Fiona's possessions. Things would be somewhat crowded for the group for a few days, but there was definitely safety in numbers. The woman in question was absent, as was Zania -- Melissa was quick to explain.

"We have this, Master," his Asian lover breathed, after a deep, hungry kiss with her busty body pressed against him. "Our sisters are waiting for you in your apartment. Brianna and our daughter-sluts were inquiring about staying over the weekend -- I've told them a provisional yes. I'm hoping you can look over the shortlist of homes we found with us? Over dinner?" her fingers trailing circles on his chest as she continued, "At seven, once we're all settled and everyone is here? My apartment?"

She had chosen to wear a black denim top with a deep V all the way to the bottom, held together by a weave of ties, giving a tantalising view of her cleavage. Higher heels than he was used to seeing her in, and a flaring denim skirt that stops half-way down her gorgeous thighs.

He pulled her into an increasingly passionate kiss before answering, her eyes filling with lust, her expression filling with regret, her beautiful chest heaving with need. "That sounds perfect, my love." Mark replied. "I can't wait until we're all properly under the same roof. Are you sure, though?"

Melissa was very, very tempted to have him bend her over in the college girls apartment right then and there -- after all, she had stopped wearing any panties for that precise purpose - but for the big family she wanted, and the love she had for her sister-sluts, it was better he fucked her fertile sisters right now.

Besides, she had the meeting with the rest of her sisters to attend... so very reluctantly, she let him go. She'd jump his bones on Friday, with Julie -- her sister's fertility window was starting tomorrow, the lucky girl, and she'd taken the pills religiously, just like Amy. So, she nodded and gave him a warm smile, before darting in to peck his cheek.

"I am, lover," she replied, as Amy and Monique moved in. His busty bimbo pressing her body against his left, his sexy rape toy pressed against his right. The college girls were not wearing the stripper outfits they would wear inside -- obeying his commands not to flaunt themselves too much in public -- not to say they did not look gorgeous. Amy had a pink tank-top holding her large breasts barely in check, with a thigh high pleated skirt of a more subdued pink that stopped just above the knees of her luscious long legs.

With her breasts capturing his arm, pressing snugly around him, she quickly started kissing him. Pressing hot little kiss along his jaw before capturing his lips, playing her tongue against his for a long few seconds before passing him off to Monique.

Moni's hand had quickly slipped down to his already hard cock, trailing one manicured nail along the bulge in his pants: she was wearing a similar skirt to Amy in black, and given the summer heat, was wearing a much briefer crop-top to hide her gorgeous chest. The moment Amy had claimed her kisses, Monique claimed her own, hungrily devouring his lower lip, pressing herself tightly against him.

Marie watched her sisters take their turns kissing their owner, smiling in pure joy. Coming up behind their owner, the redhead pressed her chest against his back, kissing the nape of his neck, leaning in to softly whisper in his ear, "we love you."

As Monique's kiss regretfully left his lips, he was turned to his freckled kitten, taking in her attire- a white shirt that made it very clear she wasn't bothering with a bra was all he saw before she claimed her own hungry kisses, plastering her body against him as his other lovers watched on.

Marie always got horny when pressed against her owner. Just the touch of his body against her own filled her with arousal, soaking her needy little kitty. That was part of why she loved him so: she craved his presence, his touch, and wanted to wrap herself around him and never let go. So it was with great reluctance that she finally pulled her lips away from his, stepping back -- it took most of her willpower, and to direct her focus firmly on how much her beloved sisters were looking forward to his arrival.

Mark was painfully hard after the series of amorous, hungry kisses, but a push from Melissa sent him on his way. "You have a surprise waiting for you in your apartment, Master. We have this. We'll see you in two hours... enjoy yourself."

Nods from the rest of his beloved and he reluctantly headed up to his own apartment, the sounds of his bevy of beauties continuing to move their possessions fading into the background as he opened his door, to learn exactly what his surprise might be.

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Shortly after Master had left, the distribution of luggage between the various apartments was complete. Zania and Fiona's possessions were in Melissa's apartment, Marie's in Amy and Monique's: when not in bed with Mark, the plan was to crash in the relevant apartments until the move. The work done, the four of them curled up together, making plans with the group -- talking about the new recruits, with the goal of bringing the chosen ones into the fold by the weekend if possible. But really, that was just the prologue to their evening activities.

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Zania and Fiona had been in their owner's apartment for almost an hour, their sister-sluts quite insistent that the two be ready for his return. The group chat for the harem was full of pictures of the various selections they had each made, pictures and commentary being voted on already -- Nicole was sad she couldn't come over until the weekend (they were pretty sure she was ovulating that day -- Melissa did point out that if she wasn't already pregnant, it primed her to be on the pills for next time).

The group were brainstorming ideas to let her spend week-nights with Master. The best idea so far was seeing if Mark could make a video for her parents, if he could be persuaded to make one. They were still discussing this when informed of his return by the group: the two were quick to place themselves in the positions they had planned, and wait for his arrival.

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Just inside the hallway of his apartment, both of his fertile slaves were collared and kneeling, wearing not a strip of clothing. Zania on the left, Fiona on the right, hands resting on their knees, heads bowed submissively.

"Welcome home, Master. Your fertile, obedient sluts are here to serve you however you want. Wherever you want. Whenever you want." They spoke in unison, voices heavy with arousal, in a clearly practised performance.

That was not all Fiona had been practising that afternoon: after all, Master had given her homework, and she'd been working through the breeding positions and chants he'd taught her until her naughty little cunt with dripping down her legs. Knowing both she and her sister were primed for master to knock up this weekend had made her most enthusiastic -- it had been quite the distraction as they were moving things.

Mark was slightly taken aback in surprise and arousal, and his slightly subsided hard on quickly reversed course, straining against his belt. Stepping between the two gorgeous women he captured their faces in his hands, turning their heads to look up to him. Both wore adoring expressions, eyes glazed with desire. Fiona's blue gaze was filled with eagerness and need, Zania's tongue caressing her painted, ruby-red lips.

"Will you breed your Bimbo, Master?" Zania breathed. "Fuck your babies into us?" Fiona nodded in agreement, rubbing her cheek against his dick.

"Yes, Master. I need to show you how well I've learned to be good little babymaker. Will you put your child in me, please teacher? Please? We need it so badly, to have the swollen pregnant bellies that tell everyone we're yours..."

The redhead's voice was thick with desire, her fingers rising to unfasten his belt. Which, of course, is when his phone rang.

Zania was quick to pull it from his back pocket, taking the opportunity to grope his butt while she was at it: his Arabic beauty was clearly intending to deny the call, but paused when she saw who it was, handing the device to her owner. "It's work Master." Indeed it was, and Mark hit cancel as Fiona got his belt undone -- the two of them quick to start pulling his trousers down to get at the cock they craved so badly.

Mark tossed his phone onto the couch, shaking his head. "Not now..." a slight hitch as his prick finally sprang free, and he felt their tongues immediately set upon it.

The naughty sluts were taking turns running their tongues around his cock-head, kissing and licking the tip. He was already painfully hard, and was quick to grab Fiona by the arms. Quickly he pulled her up and bent her over Zania -- he could smell their arousal, and thinking about anything except fucking their brains out was becoming quite difficult indeed.

Fiona was more than happy to comply as her owner forced her into the first breeding position: her cunt was already dripping with the need to be bred, and she was eager to show she'd learned her lesson. "Put a baby in me! Please! Fucking knock me up!" she moaned, and as she felt him slide that thick prick into her hole her whole body spasmed with bliss: she was forced to brace her arms on Zania's shoulders, her sister's tongue laving her titties, legs shaking, almost collapsing with the bliss of obedience as she felt her cunt being filled so completely with his cock.

Mark was surprised at just how powerfully Fiona came when he slid in her, before belatedly remembering what he'd programmed her with regards to lessons: she must have been edging herself pretty much continually with her studies since last night. He could hear Zania slurping and moaning as she went to work on the redhead's chest, cumming in obedient sympathy, and placed his own hands on Fiona's hips as he hammered into her depths -- that, and to stabilize her shaky legs so she didn't fall over. She was insanely slick and tight, babbling with her desire to have his children in between her moans of bliss, her whole body shaking like a damned vibrator.

Zania, for her part, was almost overwhelmed by the sympathetic orgasms, obedient to her programming as she suckled on her sister's tits, her hand frantically fingering her own wet pussy. She was torn by her desire for master to knock her sister up, and the desire to hear the word that would make her a proper bimbo for master while he knocked her up, her thoughts and mind fuzzy with the pleasure coursing through her.

Fiona's mind wasn't really any more coherent. Having been a good student, she'd been either mentally or physically practising her lessons since she woke up, and had indeed been effectively edging herself all day. The pleasure had been stored, and was now exploding in every muscle, wiping her mind of everything but the raw pleasure of being teacher's naughty student, his breeding girl. She could not wait for her lessons on being a mother, and was eager to move into the second breeding position as soon as she was told to, like the good student she was determined to be.

Mark kept one hand on her hip for support, but ran the other along her thighs, her flanks, occasionally reaching down to grope Zania: focusing on his caress to help hold off his own orgasm, the gorgeous redhead's cunt rippling and milking his dick as the sexy young women came over and over. She kept babbling that she wanted his babies, and -- casting his mind back to the previous night -- he slid out of her slick, tight depths, cock practically dripping with her juices. "Breeding position number two!" he snapped with as much authority as he could muster -- and frankly, he needed the slight rest if he wasn't going to pop right now.

Fiona was quick to obey, dropping and turning onto her back with her legs spread and raised, her chest heaving with her need for air, heavy and thirsty for breath from the exertion from the pleasure teacher was giving her. Her chest slick with Zania's saliva, the Arabic woman following to grope and play with her bouncy firm breasts, her sister's lips upon Fiona's to give hungry, passionate kisses as she felt master slide inside her once more. Even as she shuddered and came, she kept enough focus to wrap her legs around him, proud to have remembered the lesson... a lesson that made her cum even harder.

"Bubble, Zania. Bubble, bubble, bubble." Mark barked out as he returned to fucking Fiona's horny little brains out. She was so wet there was a noticeable slickness to her thighs, and he spotted a tiny little puddle on the floor as the two women convulsed beneath him, writhing with such enticing pleasure. Was there anything more desirable than a gorgeous woman in such ecstasy?

Zania was eager to kiss Fiona, knowing she'd be next to be wrapped around master's cock, filled with joy as she heard the word she'd been waiting for: moaning in bliss as her brains were drained, filling her bouncy bimbo titties. She was proud to feel them grow -- fearing only for a moment they might push her sister away, even as Fiona started groping her bouncy bimbo boobies. Hee Hee!

With his lover's legs wrapped around his waist, Mark could feel her every muscle twitching with the pleasure pouring through her, the sheer heat of her body pulled against him like a furnace. Her wantonly convulsing body pressed against him, her nipples pressed against his chest, her breasts heaving as she gulped for air, begging, pleading with him to plant his child in her body.

Slick with sweat, bodies sliding against each other, the scent of filthy sex filling the air and electric waves of pleasure flowing through his body. A loud groan escaping his lips as he convulsively thrust into her depths, hips pressed hard together as he flooded her fertile body with rope after rope of his cum.

Fiona was having trouble remember her lessons, her words becoming mindless babbling as her Teacher used her so well: nobody had ever made her feel so good, cum so hard except her master, and as she felt him fill her, flooding her womb with his hot sticky semen, sending seismic shocks through her head, blanking her mind until the only thought remaining in her head was the hope she was now carrying his baby in her tight little belly.

Zania was practically mindless, drooling over her massive bimbo titties as her owner grabbed her by her hair, pulling her head over as he slid out of her sister's cum soaked cunt and slid into her mouth. Reflexively, she started sucking as he forced his way down her throat, her tongue hanging out as she practically choked on his perfect length, the taste of her sister on his cum covered cock. Gagging for air as he pulled out, then back in, each thrust of his once more hardening dick sending ripples of bliss through her body. Her bimbo-titties tingle with pleasure as he used her throat. All her holes were open for him, and he hoped he'd fill all three! Hee Hee!

Mark had recalled Zania saying she liked being throat-fucked, and seeing how she gasped and slobbered on his dick as it returned to hardness fully validated that claim. Strands of drool were flowing down her chin onto Fiona's body every time he pulled out, and soon he'd had enough: pushing her onto her back, he started licking at her clit, sliding his fingers into her sodden depths.

He was dimly aware of Fiona crawling atop his latest lover, sounds of kissing blocking the vapid, hungry moans escaping his Arabian lover's lips as he fingered and licked her. Soon enough, he was ready to use his Arabic bimbo, moving up her body and sliding into her soaking cunt.

She tightened almost painfully around him, her legs vibrating with pleasure as she came convulsively. Rippling waves flowing through her pussy, trying to suck his dick into her depths. Pulling her legs around him, letting the heat between them build, he reached up to twist her perky little tits as he started to move in and out.

Fiona was still shaking with the aftershocks, the feeling of all the warm cum inside her as she crawled atop her sister-slut, capturing Zania's moans with her own lips, to taste the essence of their owner on her lips. Bodies shaking in mutual pleasure as their Master lapped at her lover's pussy.

Soon enough, though, his manly form rose above them as he slid inside Zania, getting ready to knock her sister up the same way he hopefully had her: shaking in mutual bliss, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of Zania's pussy being fucked. Being bred. The words that escaped her lips? She was not even aware of them.

"Breed her." An echo of her own lesson, a faint whisper. "Knock my sister up..." voice hungry with desire, the words only really heard by the bimbo being bred. Bouncing around in her empty mind, floating in the deep ocean of pleasure and desire that was all that was left of her brain.

Fiona was saying everything for her, and the busty bimbo was so very happy: drool on her bimbo titties even as master mauled them, her throat sore from being fucked, her pussy drenched in another wave of juice as Mark fucked her so well, sending rippling waves of bliss inside her that bounced around and made every part of her practically vibrate with joy. He was everything she'd ever dreamed of in a lover, and she could feel his name on her bones pulsing with the fact he owned every single part of her.

Mark's own thoughts were getting rather fuzzy -- his body was still getting into the kind of athletic shape he needed to service his harem, and the fact he kept skipping the gym wasn't helping. Soon enough, he made a tactical choice, falling onto his back as he slid out her liquid depths. "Get on top," he groaned, his words hoarse.

Zania was quick to oblige, her empty pussy needing to be filled once more: slightly discombobulated by the pleasure that had overwhelmed her -- not to mention her massive bimbo titties, hee hee! - Her red-headed, cum-filled sister was generous enough to steer her into place, Fiona's hands tight on Zania's hips and pushing her down, impaling her on their owners mighty dick! Right where she belonged!

Mark felt Zania collapsing on top of him, hands pressed against his chest to support herself as she frantically jerked her hips, rubbing her clit against him and his cock in and out of her sodden cunt. It was almost painful, her motions making him feel like his dick should bend, but it was driving his Arabic bimbo wild.

Zania was writhing from side to side, stabilised by Fiona's hands and her lips, as his red-headed lover devoured his cock-sleeve's neck, her own hands groping and mauling her breasts -- his programming quite evidently working as he heard her words.

"Such big bimbo titties for feeding our babies! Thank YOUOOO!" her voice breaking as a powerful orgasm shook through her, her cunt like a vice around him as she writhed atop him. "Put a smart baby in my dumb bimbo belly!"

The words repeated, escaping her panting breath when the aftershocks began, her voice full of need. He did recall she wanted to be bimbofied because she liked the idea of a smart man using her, the idea of being owned and cared for by a superior. He'd need to have a think about getting her some plastic surgery... she wanted to be modified, he recalled.