Twins Charitable and Incestuous Passion
Saturday had arrived. I was eager for the fundraiser. We had to help those girls who couldn't afford to purchase sexy clothes to tease with their bodies. The poor things were forced to go naked. They didn't have to. An alluring skirt that
just
covered their asses and a blouse that was so thin their nipples poked through were enough.
I left my apartment with my three sex slaves. Cassandra wore her maid's uniform. While she was in the sex slave's class, she wasn't for sale today. She was my personal slave and more of a teacher's assistant than a student now. Mrs. Foster was with her, wearing an equally slutty maid's uniform. The married woman's big boobs bounced. I had put her in charge of teaching the sex slaves while she was staying with me.
I really hoped I didn't put a daughter in her belly. If she just kept having son, I would just have to keep her forever. Of course, maybe I would break my deal with her husband and keep her and our daughter anyway. I might have this power to do anything, but I wasn't comfortable with breaking my word.
You should do what you say, but...
Last was Mrs. Foster's Daughter, Darcy. My teacher's pet. I led her by her makeshift leash and collar. She wore the very belt that had given me this power. That had elevated me to Best Teacher. I liked to keep that around her neck since she gave me the belt. Unwittingly, she had helped to create this new world.
And she deserved her reward.
Mrs. Foster pulled her phone out of her skirt pocket and said, "Oh, my husband says he will be there, Master."
That made my dick throb harder as I headed to my car. I was getting used to going naked everywhere. It was a power move. I was so damned powerful, I could just walk around naked and fuck any woman that caught my eye. Once people learned I was the Best Teacher, they would believe everything I did was the right thing to do.
Decades of media propaganda that teachers were somehow these noble and selfless individuals for teaching kids like our jobs were any harder than others. There were some great teachers out there who cared, but most just failed their way into the profession.
It had low standards of admittance.
But it helped all those teacher's unions out. They kept getting more and more money from gullible taxpayers who thought that an increase in budget would help their children and not just go to bloat the staffing and gather more union dues.
But that was beside the point.
"So your husband's going to be there, huh?" I smiled. "Maybe we should show him some proof that you're actively being bred by me. Cassandra, can you drive?"
"Yep!" my Hispanic maid said. The twenty-year-old cutie had this wicked grin on her face. "I'm a great driver."
"You shouldn't say that like that," Darcy said. "It makes it sound like you're lying."
"I don't lie to Mr. Miller," gasped Cassandra. "I just think it's cool that I can drive his car. I won't wreck it or anything. I promise." She moved to the driver's door and held out my phone, waving it before her.
"You just have to get the phone close," I said as my Tesla unlocked. The side-view mirrors, folded into the body of the bar, rotated out. "And just slide in. She's on."
"So creepy how you don't hear it turning on," said Darcy as she opened the back door and slid in behind Cassandra.
"Yep," I said and slid into the passenger seat. I quickly opened up the menu on the large screen on the dashboard that showed the GPS map, the sensor images, and the speedometer, the odometer, and the milometer. I created a new profile and had Cassandra adjust her seat and mirrors. "There. When you drive, the car will reset itself."
"Neat," the Hispanic girl said.
I pushed my seat all the way back, my cock hard. I glanced at Mrs. Foster. The blonde MILF had this wicked gleam in her blue eyes as she stared at my hard dick twitching there. I smiled at her and wiggled it.
She slid into the car, her maid's uniform rustling. The layers of lacy petticoats beneath the short skirt made it poofy. They rustled as she straddled me and grabbed my cock. Her big boobs jiggled in her bodice before me. She lowered herself as I pulled the door closed.
Her thick bush brushed my cock. Her curls spilled around my dick, and then her cunt kissed my tip. I loved the feel of her hot, married pussy lips spreading over the crown of dick. I groaned as she sank down my shaft. All that juicy snatch swallowed me.
"Fuck," I groaned.
"Mmm, that's so good, Master," Mrs. Foster moaned as she sat impaled on me. "Mmm, please, please, put a big load of cum into my pussy to show my husband how diligent we're being. Just fire all that spunk into me."
"God, yes," I groaned, grabbing her ass beneath her layers of silky petticoats. I squeezed her plump ass, kneading her rump. I loved the feel of her. "Just work that pussy up and down my cock, Mrs. Foster!"
"Gladly," she moaned, her pussy clenching about me. She slid her cunt up my cock.
I groaned at that hot and juicy snatch gripping my dick. Cassandra backed my Tesla out of my apartment's parking lot. I loved the way her cunt gripped my cock. She massaged me with that hot twat. It felt spectacular to have her pussy gripping my dick like that.
She slammed back down my cock, her uniform rustling around her. I shuddered, my fingers digging into her plump rump. I held her as she rode my dick. The pressure swelled in my nuts as she slammed her cunt down my cock.
She worked her pussy back up me. It was fantastic having her wiggle her hips back and forth. She impaled her twat down my dick again and again. She gasped, her big boobs bouncing right before my eyes in her uniform.
"Mmm, let me do this, Master," Mrs. Foster moaned. She pushed down the front of her dress.
Her big boobs popped out. I loved the way they appeared. How they bounced before my eyes. They were just such a delight to witness jiggling before me. She shuddered, her pussy gripping my dick. She massaged me with such hunger.
She worked her twat up and down my cock as I suckled on her nipple. I latched onto her rubbery nub and nursed on the MILF. She gasped, her pussy gripping my cock as she rose up my shaft. Her moans filled the car.
"This is so neat to drive," said Cassandra, the car slowing down. "I let off the gas and it starts breaking. That's wild."
"Uh-huh," I groaned around Mrs. Foster's nipple.
"Mmm, just don't crash Master's car," Mrs. Foster groaned, her pussy slamming down my cock.