*Note This is part 3 of a series, and it would probably make better sense to you if you read from the beginning. I also want to encourage you to comment, and to please Vote.
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Oh, I had been waiting for this. Meghan's sweet ass was bobbing right in front of me as she gave Colleen's massive jugs a tongue bath. Even though I had just sprayed a huge load all over Colleen, I was almost immediately standing proud again.
Not wanting to leave Colleen out, I decided we should reposition.
When we were all set, Colleen was on her back up at the head of the bed, her legs over Meghan's shoulders. Meghan had her face buried in Colleen's hot wet pussy and her beautiful ass in the air.
I thought I would use Meghan's own juices as a lubricant, so I drove my swollen manhood deep into Meghan's hot wet love tunnel and pumped it a couple of times. Each time she moaned into Colleen's pussy, which seemed to excite Colleen further.
Then pulled out and lined up on that rosebud. Meghan had to concentrate to relax enough to allow me entrance. At this, Meghan resumed her lapping of Colleen's steaming pussy
Then I pushed in all the way to my balls, Meghan let out a scream of pleasure, and attacked Colleen's pussy with vigour. I pulled back and slammed in again and I began to pick up the pace.
Her ass felt as good as it looked, and I was loving it. As I picked up speed, so did Meghan. Meghan began to practically scream into Colleen's pussy and Colleen, in turn, began to emit her high pitched keening sound.
With the noise we made, I was surprised that nobody called the cops. But I wasn't surprised that I hadn't heard the knock at the door.
I blew my load deep in Meghan's bowels and in turn she and Colleen came to thunderous climaxes as well. I nearly collapsed on top of my beautiful Meghan. But after a few breaths I pulled out and sat on the side of the bed, panting and sweating.
As I sat down I realized that there were two people standing in the doorway. One was Amber, the other was a red-head. After a moment the red-head asked Amber, "Those two are hot, you think he'll share them with us?"
"This is Kristen, Master."
I turned an appraising eye on the red-head. She was about 5 foot nothing. She wore her hair in a long loose braid that was hanging over her right shoulder. Her C-cups looked huge on her small frame. She was dressed in a long sleeve plaid shirt, tied in the middle, revealing a flat tummy and tight jeans.
She reminded me of a shorter red-headed version of Mary Anne from "Gilligan's Island." She didn't like the way I was looking at her. I didn't care.
"Thanks Amber, She looks pretty hot, I think I'll keep her too."
"You think wha..."
I just loved doing that. I programmed her and ordered her to strip. She was in good shape. Not muscular, but trim and a bit toned. On impulse, I stood, lifted her up, and with Amber's help in guiding, I lowered Kristen down onto my pole.
She let out a slight scream as I entered her. She was instantly wet. She had a tight little pussy, and she felt so good. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her little legs around my waist and began to ride up and down.
I put both hands on her little waist and took control of the rhythm. I soon erupted inside that little cunt. She orgasmed with me. I could feel her little pussy trying to milk the last drop of semen from my dick.
This had to be some part of my new abilities. I could think of no other reason all of these girls came at the same time as I did every time. Once or twice maybe. Close maybe, but not exactly, and every single time.
As I pulled out, and sat my new toy down, I told her "I am going to call you 'my little portable pussy.' I am going to fuck that little asshole too, but right now, Amber is the only one that doesn't have my spunk inside her."
And to Amber I said, "Strip down and show me that beautiful body." I got my favourite phrase in stereo.
"Yes Master."
As I was about to mount that luscious, perfectly tanned body, I suddenly felt something was wrong. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was getting stronger. Then I suddenly realized that someone dangerous was coming after me. And, they were here!
Now! AT THE DOOR!
"Stay here!" I said as I ran through the bedroom door. I don't know what I thought I was going to do, but I was going to face my attackers. As I entered the living room, the door burst open and five men came in and spread out. Three of them looked like high priced bouncers, all shades, suits and muscles. The fourth looked vaguely familiar, and the last one looked somewhat like Steven Seagal, but a little shorter, and not as muscular. He seemed to be the ring leader.
Seagal began to speak. "Don't even bother with the mind tricks, Mister Cooper. They won't work on us." He started to say something else, but stopped talking and seemed to be concentrating. He was staring intently just over my shoulder. I turned and saw Amber standing in the hall behind me holding what seemed to be a pair of billy clubs.
But what caught my attention was the blank look on her face, and I realized he was trying to reprogram her.
I didn't think, I just reacted. And with an angry mental shove, Seagal's head went through the wall. He slumped to the ground unconscious at the very least. To the others I warned, "You move and I'll pop your head like a grape!"
Of course I had no idea if I could or not, but it was evident that I could cause serious damage. And it seemed to work. They just stood there like statues, with the exception of the little guy who seemed pretty scared.
I realized that Amber was still standing there with that blank look on her face.
"Amber, go back in the room. Now!"
Nothing
"That's an order!"
Nothing.
I gave her the same order mentally and got the same lack of a response.
Troubled, I called into the bedroom. "Meghan, take her back in there. Quickly! And then all of you STAY IN THERE!"
Three voices said "Yes Master."
Although, I had never turned from them, I now returned my full attention to the remaining four men standing in front of me. As a test, I gave each man in turn a simple command
Twirl
From bouncer's 1, 2, and 3, I got nothing, but the smaller one did his best impression of a ballerina. Quickly to him I gave the command
You are mine to control
Then orally, "Frank, sit down, be quiet and be still" How did I know his name? I had no idea. That was odd.
Shrugging that off for the moment, I thought I would try something.
It was apparent that I had some sort of telekinetic ability, so I thought I would try a little more controlled display. I raised my right hand and made the motions as if I were removing Bouncer #2's sunglasses.
Amazingly, it worked. He started to reach for them, but I mentally slapped his hand away. This got his attention. He stood straighter and stiffer than before. And as I snapped his glasses inches from his face, he nearly peed his pants.
"Now do you want to tell me what this is all about, or shall I squeeze it out of you?" I began to put increasing pressure on #2's nut-sack. Admirably he held his tongue; at least until he started screaming and fell to the floor.
When he passed out from the pain I looked at number one and said with a grin, "Your turn." I started the same way, and when the glasses cracked, so did he.
"It's Mr Watkins at DynaMed! He wants to know how the Series 9..." #3 had shot #1 with lightning speed, and was turning the gun on me, when I gave him the same treatment as I had given Seagal. There went Colleen's deposit.
With the goons handled, at least temporarily, I needed to attend to Amber. As I entered the bedroom, I stationed Kristen in the living room with orders to get back in the bedroom and let me know if any of the men moved.
I then turned to Amber. There she stood, still armed, still nude, still very hot and still blank.
Meghan informed me that she would walk, but only if you pushed her to the point that she would fall if she didn't take a step. And I could see that she was still breathing, so something in there was still working.
I looked deep into her eyes. I desperately wanted to know what that Seagal wannabe did to her. Suddenly, I saw it like it was a piece of paper in my hand. And on that paper was only half of a sentence. It read
ULTIMATE PRIORITY
No matter what, you will always belong entirely to...
It seemed that I had stopped Seagal before he could finish the command line. So, I decided to finish the sentence with my name. And for good measure, I added an image of myself. Then, inspired by an erotic story I read once on a website, I decided to adapt Isaac Asimov's "Three Laws."
On another "sheet" I wrote:
PRIMARY LAWS
First Primary Law
You may not injure your master or, through inaction, allow your master to come to harm.
Second Primary Law
You must obey the orders given to you by your master, except where such orders would conflict with the First Primary Law.
