Here you go! My latest installment of the series! As always, please leave comments and suggestions! In regards to previous suggestions, I had an issue with my email, and some of the suggestions got lost. One of the lost suggestions was dealing with Jeff's parents and him catching them in the act. If this was you, could you shoot me another email. I apologize for the inconvenience.
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I arrived at the Berwick at 7:30. The storm outside was bringing traffic to a crawl. The rear door of the car was opened by the driver, and I stepped out. I gave the driver a hefty tip and took my bag from the trunk. The lobby was warm and inviting, and I stepped up to the check-in desk. Brenda gave me a wide, warm smile.
"Hello Master." She said cheerfully. "Your guests are in the room waiting for you."
"Thank you, Brenda." I said.
"You're welcome. I hope you enjoy your stay with us tonight, Sir." She said as she handed me my key card.
I took it from her soft hand.
Brenda leaned into me and said in a hushed tone. "I look so forward to tonight, Master."
"As do I." I responded with a wink. "The things I want to do to you..."
Brenda blushed, and said. "Oh my, Sir."
Brenda felt a warmth spread across her pussy. I wonder what pleasures Master has in store for me tonight? She thought to herself. Brenda could feel herself getting wet, as she walked to another desk. Normally, she just experiences a dampness down there when she gets turned on, but this... She was full blown wet and sticky.
I chuckled and left the front desk. When I got to the elevator, there was an older couple waiting. They were a good-looking couple. The woman was well put together and must have had a spectacular body in her younger years. Even now, she looked pretty damn good. Her breasts were on the larger side, and her waist was average for her age. She must have taken care of herself throughout the years, because she was a very attractive woman. Her hair was immaculate and was dyed a chocolate brown. The man appeared to be older and had a slight hunch in his back.
"Good evening." I said to them.
"Oh, good evening." The woman responded.
The male just nodded his head with a smile.
We boarded together, and made idle chit chat all the way up. They were from out of town, here for a wedding.
"Our grand-daughter, Reese, is getting married." The woman said proudly.
"We're just enjoying what your city here has to offer." The man responded. "Until the rain hit, of course."
"Of course." I chuckled.
"Hey, that wouldn't be Reese Richardson would it?" I asked.
The woman beamed.
"Why yes, it is!" She exclaimed. "Do you know her?"
"Yeah, Reese and I know each other." I said, thinking back to her stagette.
My cock hardened at the thought of her Bride sash at home. I bet it still smells of her perfume.
"We're so proud of her." The woman said. "Being a teacher and all."
"How do you know her?" The man asked with a smile.
Oh, I fucked the shit out of her and her bridal party on the night of her stagette. I thought to myself.
"I've known her for a while." I lied. "She's quite the remarkable young woman."
"Yes. We are so proud of our daughter for raising her right." The woman gushed.
Ahh, Lynne. Yeah, I fucked her too. I can see where she gets her nice tits from. I chuckled to myself.
"That would be Lynne, her mom?" I asked, feigning incredulity.
"Why, yes!!" The woman exclaimed. "Are you a friend of the family? Are you going to the wedding?"
"Hmm? Oh, no. I'm not attending the wedding." I said. "I'm more of an acquaintance with Helen and Reese."
"Oh, well that's too bad." The woman said. "It should be quite the shindig."
The elevator dinged, and the door slid open. This was their floor.
"It's OK. Well you two enjoy yourselves, and don't do anything I wouldn't."
They laughed as they exited the elevator. I stuck out my hand and the man took it.
Brent Carmichael, aged 65. He was a retired detective from Los Angeles and did not appear to age well. They came from Palm Springs, in a retirement community there. Next, I shook the woman's hand.
Fiona Carmichael, aged 61. Her bra size was a 38 C. She was a retired secretary from a law firm.
Fiona, Brent, I am Lynne and Reese's Master. Now I own you as well. Is this understood.
Two nods from Reese's grandparents.
I carried on as if everything was normal. For now.
"My name is Jeff. Please, say hi for me."
"Oh, we will. They're staying in the hotel tonight! We are getting together in an hour!"
My cock roared to attention. Lynne, and Reese were here? In this hotel? The thought of taking three generations at once was appealing. Grandmother, mother, and daughter all at once.
Fuck. I thought to myself. I've got Allyson, Cherise, and Brenda in my room tonight.
Now. I've got this opportunity. What the fuck.
Fiona gave me a light wave with her finger tips, as the doors closed. I returned the gesture. The elevator resumed its trip upward and opened on the top floor. I stepped out and made my way to the room. The lock clicked, and I swung the door open. There, sitting on the couch in the living room were Cherise, and Allyson. They were watching TV, chatting amongst themselves.
"Master!" They shouted excitedly as I walked in.
Both the women stood and made their way to me. Allyson wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big kiss. Cherise stood waiting patiently. When Allyson was done, Cherise came in. My cock was at rigid attention, and Cherise noticed it immediately. Her hand went down and rubbed through my jeans. Her wet lips found mine, and she kissed me passionately.
"Would you like a drink Master?" Allyson asked.
I broke away from Cherise's kiss. Cherise looked at me dreamily.
"Yes, please Allyson." I said.
I saw a bottle of Jamieson's on the counter.
"Jamieson's. On the rocks."
"Of course, Master." Allyson replied.
I turned my attention back to Cherise and removed her top. Cherise lifted her arms above her head in order to assist me. When I had her shirt off, I reached around the back and unclasped her bra. She shrugged her shoulders out of the garment and stood in front of me bare chested. I heard the tinkling of ice in a glass behind me as Allyson handed me my drink. My hand found Cherise's and I led her to the couch. There I sat down in the middle and pulled Cherise gently down beside me. I looked at Allyson, and patted the seat beside me, and she sat down obediently. I turned toward Allyson and started to unbutton her blouse. Slowly, I undid her buttons, exposing the soft flesh of her cleavage beneath. I spread apart the top of her blouse and continued on downwards. Her white lace bra came into view. Cherise moved to sit on her knees on the cushion beside me, her breasts grazing my arm. I looked over at her and gave her a kiss. My fingers moved to the next row of buttons of Allyson's blouse. More and more of her chest became visible. I took a deep breath in and inhaled a whiff of her perfume. I leaned in and gave her a kiss.
"Mmmm, Master." Allyson said, as we separated.
The rest of her buttons came undone rather quickly, and she shrugged free from her blouse. As the flimsy fabric fell from her shoulders, her ample breasts swayed in her bra. I leaned in. and unclasped her bra. As my fingers worked her clasps, Allyson kissed my neck. Her warm wet lips sent shivers down my spine. She moved back and slipped her arms through the straps. Now both my slaves were topless and facing me. I picked my Irish whiskey up off the table and took a sip. I looked at Allyson, and her large breasts, then took my glass, and held it underneath her nipple. I reached behind her and pulled her body forward so that she was leaning. Her heavy breasts hung loosely, and I raised the glass so that the sweet nectar inside coated her areola. Allyson gasped as an ice cube grazed her nipple, causing it to become erect instantly. She knew what I wanted and sat up. There was sweet alcohol dripping from her breast, and I leaned in and gently sucked it off her hardened nipple. Allyson moaned.
"Oh, Master." She breathed. "That was hot. I've never had a man do that to me."
I felt Cherise move behind me. She was bristling up.
