Rich Bitch Gets Renovated Ch 9

I woke up at four in the morning. I had a lousy night's sleep. I had to confront Eden, and I wanted to get this over with. I had my suspicions, but I needed to hear it from her lips. Gradually, the sounds coming from their rooms meant they were up. In a little while, I could hear their high heels softly clicking on the hardwood floors. They were speaking quietly while preparing breakfast. I walked in; I hadn't bothered getting dressed, I was still in my boxers., The girls were in sleeveless light dresses, with nylons and heels. I had trained them well.

There was little talk during the meal. I noticed Margaret's eyes were bloodshot from being sealed with all that cum. Eden stared at her food as usual, not wanting to say the wrong thing.

I finished breakfast and told them I was going to shower. Margaret followed me into the hall.

"Sir, I noticed you're hard, do you want me to kiss you there?"

She still couldn't say suck or fuck; I let it go; she was cute in an innocent way.

"After I shower, you can."

She squealed as I smacked her round ass. If things work out like I think they will, I want to have plenty of cum.

After my shower I felt better. Sitting at my desk in the study. I could hear them in the kitchen, I might as well get this over with.

"Eden, come in here, please."

She came running as fast as her heels would allow. She entered cautiously; her eyes cast down.

"Yes, sir."

"I'm not going to waste time. I've noticed a change in your body and your vomiting in the morning. What's going on?"

Her tears started streaming down her beautiful face.

She fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around my legs, looking up at me.

"I'm pregnant, please don't be mad at me, I'll do whatever you want."

She was sobbing uncontrollably. I tried pulling her up, but she wouldn't let go of my legs.

"You're not going to throw me out, are you?"

I purposely didn't answer immediately. Looking at her on her knees, I was hard as a rock.

''I hadn't given it much thought; remember you just told me; it's a lot to take in at once."

She started babbling.

"I need you; I'll do anything you want, just let me stay."

She reached up, unzipping my pants, and fished out my dick, holding it in front of her mouth. Her red lips parted, sucking on my rapidly hardening cock.

I held her head in my hands, ramming my dick into her mouth. I smiled down at her while pinching her nose causing her to cough and gag, her face coated with spit and pre-cum. Her crying was turning me on. I started stroking my cock leaving the tip in her mouth.

"You're going to need protein, Eden."

I shot a healthy stream down her throat, she swallowed it all, I pulled out of her mouth, milking the last bit on her face.

"I'll let you know later if you can stay with us. Now, as punishment for waiting to tell me, you're not to wash your face until I tell you."

She got up slowly, looking at the floor.

"I'm so sorry, Master."

"I hope you are. Now get moving and tell your sister to get her ass in here."

Eden hurried out, still crying. Margaret appeared at the door.

"Yes, Master."

"Get in here. First, take your dress off and stand in front of me."

The dress was tight, so she had to wiggle to remove it. Standing before me in a white bra and panties, with a matching garter belt. Her sheer suntan stockings were shining in the morning sun.

"I had an interesting chat with your sister. Before your punishment starts, it was your duty to tell me immediately after she told you."

I lied to her, I just wanted to see what she would say.

"Oh, Master, she never told me. I would have told you, sir. Please don't punish me."

"While I decide, go to the closet and bring me the leather strap, and take little steps; I want to see those tits bounce."

I was getting hard, watching her take mincing little steps, those perfect tits barely covered by white lace demi cups, decorated with tiny yellow flowers. She stood before me.

"Bend over and shake your tits."

Her cheeks turned red, after all I had done to her in the time I've been here, she was still embarrassed.

"Drop the strap and put your hands behind your back, now, shake your shoulders."

Her ripe tits were fighting to get free; I reached out and lightly tugged her bra down. Her boobs sprung free, her nipples rapidly hardening.

"Pick up the strap while keeping your hands behind you. Use your mouth, Margaret."

She dropped to her knees and opened her mouth; I could see her red lips touching the floor as she captured the handle.

"Very good, now sit up and give it to me."

She was on her knees, sitting with the strap in her mouth. I patted her on the head, taking the strap, then reaching into the desk drawer. I took out an ornate leather collar and leash.

She moaned pitifully as I clipped the collar around her neck. I fastened the leash and pulled her close to me.

"NOW HEEL!"

Between her crawling and moaning, she was struggling to keep up with me. I stood over her, patting her head.

"Good girl, Margaret."

Now was the time to reinforce my status as her master.

"If you're a good girl, you'll get a treat. Now let's go for a walk."

I jerked the leash, and she dutifully followed me, her tits swaying side to side. Just then, my phone rang. I had to answer, it was Juan. I pulled the leash tight.

"Sit, girl!"

As my Master spoke, I sat back with my head up, my tits jutting out. My hands were in the classic begging for treats pose.

While he was on the phone, I wondered what would become of my sister. I was afraid he would kick her out. Not many men his age would want to raise a child. I would sacrifice myself to save her. I wasn't listening to my Master's phone call until I heard him say.

"Sure, Juan, you can come now, if you like. The girls would love to see you."

I ended the call. Pulling the leash, I walked Margaret into the kitchen where Eden was finishing the dishes.

"Juan is coming over. Who wants to let him in?"

Eden spoke first.

"I'll do it."

I looked at Margaret, she cringed.

"You can get up and get dressed, but keep your collar on."

I noticed runners in Margaret's stockings from crawling.

"Change your stockings, put black nylons on, and hurry up."

Eden was standing by the door. The dried cum on her face had crusted over. She wanted to say something, but was too timid; she stood by the door, unable to look me in the eye.

The doorbell rang, breaking the silence. Juan walked in, staying behind Eden, enjoying the view. Her dress was skintight, and the thin fabric did nothing to hide the outline of her underwear.

We sat in the family room. Eden stood before us, waiting for an order.

"Get us some coffee, Eden."

Juan stared at the dried cum on her face.

"Yes, sir."

She hurried to the kitchen her tits bouncing. Juan turned to me.

"How did you train them so well? I wish my girlfriend, Marie, was like your girls?"

I was intrigued.

"She was married, wasn't she?"

"Yes, but her husband failed to punish her."

"Most women can be broken to serve their man, but not all. If you want, we'll show her how women are supposed to serve men, and what it's like to be a real woman and know her place.

Eden walked into the room with the coffee.

She put on a show bending at the waist her tits straining at her flimsy dress.

"Eden, show Juan your legs."

Blushing, Eden gripped the hem of her dress and pulled it to mid-thigh, exposing the first darker band of her stockings. Juan sat up and leaned closer to Eden.

"Eden, tell Juan why you wear stockings."

Her cheeks were bright red, she lowered her head, staring at the floor.

"My master likes me to look feminine, and I want to please him. I enjoy the feel of my garter straps holding my stockings tight."

"Eden, now pull your dress up to your waist."

She complied, struggling to get the tight dress over her hips and enlarged belly.

"Take it all the way off."

She was having trouble pulling the clingy material over her tits. I got up and walked over to her.

"Here, let me help you."

I stood behind her while reaching around her thrusting boobs. I took hold of her dress and, in one motion, ripped it off. She gasped and tried to hold the torn dress in front of her. As I sat down, Eden gave up trying to cover herself and threw her ruined dress on a chair. She stood up straight, her tits jutting out, overflowing her bra.

Margaret slowly walked into the room and stood next to her sister.

"Girls, Juan's girlfriend doesn't like dressing up and serving her man. It will be up to you to show her that she has to do whatever he wants. Margaret, I feel like seeing you in your underwear."

She closed her eyes and began unzipping her dress. The look of disgust on her face was undeniable; she hated Juan.

Easing her dress off; making sure to bend over, her big tits fighting the delicate lace of her bra.

"Ok, girls, Juan has to leave us, but he'll be back Saturday with Marie."

After Juan left, they remained standing.

"Eden, wash your face and fix your makeup; then you can do what you like until dinner."

She curtsied and thanked me, then hurried upstairs.

"Margaret, come over here and kneel down in front of me. Now take my cock out and put it in your mouth. I need to decide what to do with Eden and I think better with my dick in your mouth."

She walked over and fell to her knees.

"Yes, sir."

She deftly pulled my dripping dick out and enveloped it in her silky mouth.

"I need you to help with the decision, remember you will be an aunt."

"Whatever you decide will be best, Sir."

Her talented tongue was doing its job. It was hard to believe this was the same woman who first refused to suck my cock. She has come a long way. Women are the happiest with a stiff dick in their mouth. She was moaning and grunting, oblivious to her surroundings. I felt my cum boiling up as she increased her head bobbing. I pulled it out with a popping sound. She put her head back and moaned.

"Cum all over my face make me feel like your whore!"

I let loose with a hot stream hitting her left eye. I milked the next shot hitting her right eye; sealing it shut, the rest of my load dripping on her tits.

I sat back in my chair, admiring my cum shot.

"That was very good, Margaret. I think I'll call you Aunt Cock Sucker from now on."

She hung her head.

"If it pleases you, Master."

I knew her eyes must be burning, but she wouldn't say anything.

"You have my permission to clean your face, use your fingers to scrape my cum into your mouth."

She began licking her fingers but the congealed cum was making her gag.

"Margaret, act like you're enjoying it. I want a smile on that pretty face."

She fought back a gag, and was able to swallow most of my cum. She finished licking her fingers, smiling up at me. I patted her head.

"Good girl, maybe I'll take you for a walk later on, so keep your collar on."

Seeing her walk out of the room in her white underwear. I almost felt sorry for her.

After lunch, we were out on the patio, the girls in their bikinis, taking in some sun, when we heard the gate open. It was the utility man to read the meter. He looked away, apologizing, saying he would only be a minute.

I sat up, snapping my fingers.

"Margaret, show him where the meters are."

She swung her long legs over the side of her chair, reaching down to put on her shiny pink heels that matched her bikini. The top barely covered her boobs. Wobbling a little on her four-inch spike heels she bent over to stand up; her tits exposed except for her nipples.

"It's this way, follow me."

Making sure to wiggle her butt. She led him around the yard. He would have followed her anywhere.

Looking over at Eden lying on her back, the swell of her belly becoming more apparent.

"Eden, play with your tits as he walks by."

Without hesitation she began squeezing her ample tits, while pressing her legs together.

Margaret walked by with a sway to her hips, her ass only covered by a pink string dividing her ass cheeks.

He tried his best, but he was torn between watching Margaret in her pink heels or Eden playing with her ample tits.

Margaret held the gate open, and he reluctantly walked out. I smiled at them,

"Good job, girls; Eden, you can use your fingers and finish."

She pulled her bikini bottom aside and slid her finger in. Her eyes squeezed shut, moaning softly.

Margaret was watching her sister move her hips up to meet her fingers.

"Margaret, use your mouth on your slut sister and, make her cum."

"Yes, sir."

She knelt between Eden's legs, spreading them to fully expose Eden's bare pussy. Her tongue snaked out finding her swollen clit. Eden's hands held the sides of her sister's head, holding her face against her.

I sat back enjoying the show. I thought we were secluded, since no houses faced our backyard. Little did I know there was a telescope trained on the sisters' show from a distant cabin. Finally, Eden let out a long moan while squeezing her sister's head between her thighs, then lay back, trembling.

Margaret looked at me, her face a sloppy mess.

"Thank you, Master, may I wash up?"

"Of course, then come back, I want you to tan topless."

She just smiled and, swaying in her heels, walked into the house. Returning shortly, she stood by her lounge chair and reached behind her back to unhook her tiny bikini top. Holding her cups, then pulling them off. Her tits sprang free.

"Pinch your nipples."

She complied; I could see her fingers working her tender boobs.

"You can lie down now; I've got plans for you tonight."

She kept working her tits squeezing them then pulling them up and letting them bounce free. After a few moments, she relaxed and looked at me, smiling.

I lie there feeling relaxed, I think my sister has dozed off. I still can't believe she's pregnant. I should remember he's my Master, and took the news better than I would have thought. I'm fairly certain he won't kick her out.

I needed to be abused a little, my boobs are begging to be slapped around; it's the best blend of pain and pleasure. I felt my pussy start to tingle, just thinking about what he had planned for tonight. My only hope is that it won't involve strangers. I drifted off to sleep, hoping my Master would tie me up.

I was getting tired of sitting in the sun. The girls were sound asleep, so I went into the house, trying to think of a way of having fun at their expense.

I opened a box of bondage toys I had bought to try on Margaret. But with Eden moving in, I had forgotten everything that was in it. One thing I did remember was a squeeze bottle of fake cum. I had wanted to humiliate her in public, by giving her a cum facial. But the situation never presented itself. What better time to use their bodies? The directions were to heat it a little in the microwave. Then squirt. I looked out at them sleeping. Both of them on their backs.

I quietly walked up to them; Eden was snoring softly

I stood next to her, opening the bottle, I gave it a healthy squeeze. It shot straight out hitting her nose and eyes. She woke up instantly.

"What's happening?"

At the same instant, Margaret sat up,

"Eden, are you alright?"

She got her answer as I emptied the bottle on her face and hair.

They sat up, Margaret's bare tits swaying, covered in fake cum. Eden was scooping the sweet juice into her mouth, smiling.

"That was fun, is there more?"

Margaret didn't look happy, but she would never complain. She sat still, her face a dripping mess.

"Come on, girls, that was fun, wasn't it? Now, clean up and get dinner ready."

Eden got up giggling and went inside. Margaret was slow to rise; putting on her pink heels, she stood before me. Her magnificent tits thrust out, covered with cum. I slapped her ass. She grimaced; I couldn't let it go.

I pulled her down over my lap and began raining full slaps on her curvy butt. She was kicking and squirming, begging me to stop.

"PLEASE STOP, YOU'RE HURTING ME!"

"Are you going to make faces anymore?"

"No, I promise, just don't spank me anymore."

I rolled her off, she landed on her knees. I cracked her ass one more time.

"Now stand up."

She stood before me, naked except for her spike heels.

"Did you learn your lesson, Margaret?"

"Yes Master."

"Don't move until I tell you to."

She stood stock still, cum dripping from her face on to her boobs. I went to get my camera.

"Smile, Margaret, now lean forward with your hands on your knees."

I finished taking pictures with her cupping her tits, covered with cum.

"Now get your ass moving, get into the house."

With her heavy tits moving side to side, she hurried into the house.

After showering and relaxing, I walked into the kitchen. Both of my girls were busy making dinner.

Eden had on a garter belt and black nylons, with matching bra and panties. The poor push-up bra was pushed to its limit with her swollen boobs.

Margaret had chosen a white corset with white stockings and five-inch white heels. Seeing them hard at work in their underwear gave me an idea.

Maybe this is how I'll introduce Juan's girlfriend to the sisters.

"Eden, make me a drink and bring it into my study."

"Yes, sir."

I was sitting behind my desk when she came in; placing my drink on a coaster, she stood motionless, looking at the floor.

"I have reached a decision, you're going to keep your baby and stay in my house. She looked at me and began crying. She took a step toward me, reaching for the desk.

"Master I think I'm going to faint."

I jumped up catching her as she lurched forward.

"MARGARET, COME HERE!" Bring cold water and a towel."

I eased Eden to the floor, just as Margaret came in.

"I told her she could stay with her baby, and she passed out."

Eden came too.

"I'm so embarrassed, let me get up, I'm ok.''

Margaret took over.

She slipped off Eden's heels and guided her to the couch.

I sat at my desk, admiring two voluptuous women in their underwear, comforting each other. After a few minutes, Eden regained her composure, coming over to me, hugging me tightly. She put on her shoes and walked to the kitchen, followed closely by Margaret.

I was just finishing my drink when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

It was Margaret. She walked over to me, reaching out to hug me. I pulled her close; she kissed my neck, saying,

"Thank you, master, for letting Eden stay. You can do anything you want to me."

I grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back.

"Don't ever think I need your permission to use you. Now crawl back to the kitchen."

I let go of her, pushing her away; she lost her footing and stumbled back falling on her butt. She quickly got on all fours and crawled out of my study without looking at me, she knew her place.

Saturday finally arrived. I gave Juan a call to find out more about Marie. She would be a perfect sub. Her family lived in Canada. She had moved here after her divorce and was living alone when she met Juan. She was broke and gladly moved in with him. At twenty-eight, with her life in disarray, you would think she would do anything to please him. I was amazed she didn't obey Juan; maybe he wasn't assertive enough. I was looking forward to breaking her into a slave.

Juan was due at seven, my girls changed into black waist cinchers, black stockings, and lace Bras. They cooked dinner in their underwear and five-inch heels. Margaret was getting drunk; she was nervous about what was going to happen.

Promptly at seven, the doorbell rang. Margaret slipped her black dress on, it was short and the deep V-neckline showcased her ample tits.

Juan and Marie stepped in; introductions were made. Marie was a pretty girl; her only makeup was light lip gloss. She was going to need a lot of training.