Translation--"Santo Cielo, sa ballare" apparently means Holy shit, he can dance. At least that's what google told me.
Author's note--thanks for reading the series. As we careen toward the last couple of chapters of what is essentially a massive prologue to a larger narrative, I'd like to thank you for continuing to read. I know more than a few of you are enjoying it and that's got me pleased as punch. To those of you more critical in your feedback-I've listened to you and agree.
I consider myself an amateur writer, but I promise I'll continue to improve. A few of you (you know who you are) have given me some incredibly valuable feedback.
And thank you to both Literotica.com and the Erotic Mind Control Story Archive for publishing an author who continues to learn something new every day.
Ponytail Express
Chapter 14: Date Night
Gavin Macross
Cantella Forks Hotel
Sunday, 6:45pm
Fred heard the women talking in the suite while he checked himself out in the mirror. He wore a three-piece suit only twice in his life-senior prom and his father's funeral-and had horrible memories of both. He was styling a brown suit and best over a light blue collared shirt. He checked out his cufflinks before commenting.
"It looks good. My Ah! Compliments, Jessica."
Jessica D'Amico reluctantly pulled herself away from her Master's hard cock to appraise the ensemble.
"Best I could do on short notice, Master," she said, as a line of saliva dripped from both her chin and Fred's shiny cock. "It should do for dancing in this place, but we need to upgrade your fashion. Trust me, I'm worth it."
Fred heard the jump rope queen's arrogant tone, deciding to let it go. Her cock sucking skills improved over the past 24 hours. Jessica had given Fred's cock lipstick rings. He didn't mind.
"All my women are," Fred agreed. "Mouth, Jessica."
The arrogant blond haughtily returned to her meal, humming around his cock. Her hand crept under her dress to her own sex before he heard Fred's voice; gentle, yet firm.
"Do not pleasure yourself until my cum is in your throat. You cum after me, Jessica."
Jessica looked up at the sandy blond-haired young man looking down at her with a playfully stern expression. The toned Italian spent three hours pampering him this afternoon, getting him a shave, haircut, and nice clothes. Normally irresistible, Master looked three times more handsome. The floozies she had to share him with didn't deserve him like this. Funny how easy it had been to break up with her boyfriend. Fred never struck her as someone who would rise above the station of the unwashed middle class. Did Fred have money? She seemed to remember that he did, but that must have been a dream.
The reality was she was falling for him. The thought of sharing with the other whores made her jealously wet. The thought of sharing him with Deb made her thighs squirm as her pussy wept. Jessica was coming to grips with the reality that someone else's happiness meant more than her own. There was nothing she wouldn't do for him.
"Cumming!"
She already knew; her hands kneaded his nuts while the other squeezed his ass. Jessica felt his both his hands grip her head, and as the first jets of Fred's seed spackled the inside of her mouth, her pussy clenched in orgasm. Master didn't have to hold her in place. She doubted he could have pried her off.
"Mmmmmm! Hmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!" With each successive rope of gooey baby batter, her toned body spasmed. Never had she tasted anything so good! She swallowed all of it, eyes not leaving her Master's, his eyes locked on hers revealing his approval. His pulsating cock and panting breath added to her excitement.
"Take it, Slave."
It was more than orgasmic bliss that fueled her desire. She beamed with pride, looking up at how magnificent her Master looked in the three-piece suit she got him. Swallowing the last of his addictive sperm while on her knees in a bathroom, Jessica D'Amico was falling in love.
"Thank you, Master," she said reverently.
Deb spent the last two days coming to grips with her own burgeoning abilities. Her near constant physical contact with Fred over the past week had resulted in the development of her own set of abilities.
She now had an acute sense of smell, like her lover. She'd adopted his pheromone abilities, so she could influence anyone close depending on governing factors, like the size of an area.
Eddie Terry wasn't wrong when he accused her of being a freak last night; when Guppy slammed her into the wall, the second time should have resulted in a hospital visit and broken ribs. It was logical to assume it was the pheromones changing her body.
She wondered if she could have beaten Marcus Gibson. Probably not; just because she absorbed more punishment than normal didn't mean she wasn't still hurt. Bruises all over her body hampered movement today. They needed a boring day.
Not that today hadn't been extremely busy. She'd gotten inked today, as had Freddy, before Jessica took him shopping. Deb had touched base with several ladies today and her family. The entire harem was assembled, looking forward to the date tonight. All signs pointed to a hedonistic orgy.
Unless Freddy surprised her. Deb knew she'd be down for whatever. Having all those women there would be fun.
In a week of firsts, she'd been hit with another admission; she was falling in love with Mia, and she didn't know how to process that. She was deeply in love with Freddy too, of course.
She loved Oni, too; the way she tasted, even her obsession with becoming pregnant started growing on her. Deb was attracted to all the women, even Jessica, treacherous bitch that she was.
Deb had visions of waking up in the marital bed, sandwiched between Freddy and the humorous redhead. Kids running through a large home somewhere in the countryside danced in her mind. Some were hers, some Mia's, some Oni's. Deb could tell Mia felt the same. She hoped Mia did.
She had to put those feelings away because Fred came out of the bathroom and looked hotter than anything she'd ever seen before. Styling a fashionable three-piece suit, he moved in a comfortable, loose-limbed way that confident men moved.
"Nice, Freddy." She said.
Fred left Jessica in the bathroom, strolling out to meet his harem for date night.
Deb said something, but it was drowned out by cat calls.
Alexandra, Thalina, Oni, Mia, Niamh, and Deb were waiting for him, and they all looked dressed to kill. They were a collection of sexy dresses, lipstick and predatory looks. A voice in Fred's mind told him to get used to this while another said enjoy it while it lasts.
"Looking good, sir," Thalina smiled, looking resplendent in a blue criss-cross satin dress with a wrap hem. It was a dangerous dress to wear. The dark-skinned beauty adjusted her hem enough to show him a pair of black thong undies. Her braces gleamed, but she must have had contacts since she was without her eyeglasses. The sexy as hell librarian would've looked great. She was still the sexiest nerd in the city.
Alexandra merely nodded, choosing to remain the background. Fred took in her gorgeous body, noting a familiar fashion; high hemmed dresses. A black dress appeared conservative from the front, but when she twirled, it revealed the open back, scandalously low over the small of her back to the visible beginning of her wonderful derriere.
Mia was cat calling him, but her orange dress covered little as well. Her huge tits fought to break out of the thin fabric, and it was plain her nipples were trying to stab their way to freedom. The dress came up to just above the knees but was open on the outside thigh up to a dangerous level that suggested... with a sniff Fred realized the redhead was going commando. Holy shit.
Niamh was more conservative than the others, dressed in a white dinner gown. Today wasn't easy for either her or Mia-they both suffered from a case of the body aches-but neither cousin wanted to miss a group date, plus getting acquainted with the rest of the harem. Laughing along with the other women, like her cousin, she enjoyed what life provided.
Deb wore an elegant coral lace prom dress that looked fucking fantastic. If possible, she looked more pleasant and wholesome than usual. That "Girl Next Door" vibe, coupled with her insane body, made her appear unattainable. Her blond hair was, of course, pulled back in a ponytail.
Oni wore a short sun goddess dress the color of aspen gold that clung sensuously to her lean runner's physique. Long, raven-black hair shimmered with extra volume and fullness.
Fred had never seen so much lipstick since senior prom. The only difference was how much of that lipstick was going to end up on his cock. Probably all of it, he thought, suppressing a giggle.
