Part 5: The weekend comes to an end, but not before some fun.
Big thanks to neuroparenthetical for helping edit my story.
Chapter 13
Getting another blowjob in the car was very exciting, especially when I unloaded deep inside Ella's hot, sucking mouth. She had a difficult time swallowing down my impressive load. She choked on my spunk as cum and spittle ran down the sides of her mouth. Luckily I was there to help soothe her hacking cough. Once it had subsided, I helped wipe down her face, which was oddly cute; she had a sheepish look, as if she was embarrassed by the fact that she couldn't handle my load. She even apologized for it, which I waved off, saying that she just needed more practice. She took the hint and returned my subtle offer with a simple, yet affirmative, smile.
After we straightened ourselves out, Ella directed Rayna to an indoor outlet mall that was just outside of town. Once there, Rayna and Ella went on a shopping spree. My only role, apparently, was to hold their bags.
So much for being the master,
I thought to myself.
We stopped at shop after shop, looking for clothes that would fit Rayna. While she did ask for my input on what to wear, acting like she was a real-life Barbie doll, I opted for the look she already had going on: the sexy punk rock girl. To me, it seemed to fit her perfectly, as it highlighted her dark nature: playfully sexy, with a hint of danger. She was a succubus, after all, a demon who fed off of sex. She did end up buying some frilly sundresses, too, though. Even if she wasn't actually a good girl, she could play one.
While she was still shopping for clothes, Ella decided to drag me to the men's section, which was good because I needed new clothes to accommodate my new body. Luckily, Ella knew my style, which was a mixture of minimalist and geeky trends. That meant plain-color T-shirts, sweaters, jeans, flannel, and other comfortable clothes. The only caveat I had was that they needed to be loose-fitting.
There had been some recent pharmaceutical advancements for gaining weight and muscle mass, but there was no way my particular transformation could have happened so quickly. I'd gone from soft and chubby to a chiseled Greek sculpture practically overnight. Showing myself off would draw one too many questions, and Rayna and I needed to maintain our low profile, especially if the deranged priest had friends. I did make one exception, at Ella's request: a short-sleeve athletic compression shirt. It was definitely an item of clothing that I would not have dared to ever wear only a few days prior. Once I tried it on, I saw the heated states Rayna and Ella were putting out. They drank me in as the tight fabric molded itself against my hardened muscles. Even a few random women stopped and lingered to see what else I might put on. It was such an ego boost that I had to relent and purchase it. The last item we got was special underwear that catered to specific men. It was a bamboo fabric boxer brief that had a tube pouch. As soon as I tried them on, I knew I'd never go back to regular underwear. My newly-massive cock slipped into the tube and was surrounded by the softest fabric I'd ever felt in my life. Better yet, I finally felt like it had enough room down there. I liked them so much that I strode out of the department store wearing a pair, and carried a bag full of spares.
After we were done shopping at the clothing store, Rayna decided that a trip to the lingerie store was in order - one, so that she could have underwear that wouldn't disappear, and two, so that she could help update Ella's undergarments. While they were changing, Rayna noticed that while Ella's sports bra and panties looked quite good against her lean runner's body, they were not bedroom-worthy. For that, she needed something lacier, and much more revealing. While the thought of my slaves wearing something that was very sexy was appealing, I felt incredibly uncomfortable inside Victoria's Secret. I felt like I was a pervert, looking at the various cuts, styles, lace or no lace, and something very close to dental floss. Of course, Rayna and Ella snickered at my discomfort. While it was nice seeing them get along, it kinda felt like they were ganging up on me.
Luckily - or unluckily, depending on how you look at it - two other very beautiful women approached me.
"Hey Max, fancy seeing you here," Kate said with a friendly, yet flirty, voice.
"Oh hey," I said, looking at Liz's friends Kate and Zari. While I had seen them around, they had never paid too much attention to me. Now they were looking at me like I was some prize bull. "So, what brings you two here?"
"We could ask you the same thing. It is not often we see a man perusing the drawers section all alone. Planning on buying something special for someone?" Kate asked, laying on the heat. "But since you asked first, we are here to do a little shopping. Us girls have to look our best when it comes to catching the attention of another man.
"A very attractive one at that," she said while looking at me, implying that I was that man.
"Oh. Is my sister here?" I asked. I was still a bit nervous around them.
"No. Liz is lucky enough that people just send her clothes to wear, so it's just me and Zari here. We were thinking of buying something scandalous."
"Speak for yourself," Zari shot back, but then looked back at me. "So Max, where is the saucy redhead you had over the other night?"
"Who, me?" Rayna asked as she sauntered out of the changing room, sporting a very silky bra and panty set. It looked perfect against her creamy white skin, and would pair well with her back tail and wings, as it had the same sheen and color. The bra was reinforced with underwire, which made her already-large tits look even larger as they stood at even more attention. Her panties were incredibly skimpy; they were low-rider thongs that hung just below her hips, threatening to slip down her long, supple legs and expose her mons venus. She was drop-dead sexy and could be mistaken for a pornstar on set. It took all of my will not to reach out and fuck her into oblivion, witnesses are damned. But I remembered that we were in public, and could go to jail for such indecency.
"Hey Rayna," Kate said with a bit of unease. Sure, Kate was a very sexual person, but at that moment, she was acting like a little sister talking to her much older, much more experienced one.
"Hey." Rayna waved back, then she looked at me. "Max, could you go help Ella pick out her outfit? She isn't as self-assured as I am, and needs her lover's opinion on the matter."
"Sure Rayna," I said, trying to hide how nervous I was. I now stood right outside the changing room a good distance away from Rayna's conversation with Liz's friends. Had I still been a mere mortal, I wouldn't have been able to eavesdrop, but my new, enhanced hearing allowed me to hear everything. What they said instantly made my dick hard.
"So I'm guessing your offer to join is now null and void," Kate said with a sigh of defeat.
"Oh no, it still stands," Rayna said with a bit of an amused voice.
"But he already has another lover."
"So? That doesn't mean he can't have more - especially a man like Max," Rayna said, smiling as she now had their full attention, even Zari's.
"Well I don't know about my friend here, but I'm very interested in joining in. I mean, after what I saw the other night, well... I just can't get it out of my mind.
"You did leave the door open for us to see, right?" Kate asked as she looked at the self-assured succubus.
"Oh yes! I figured you girls needed to see what you are missing. So are you both interested in joining, or is it just you?" Rayna asked while looking at Kate.
"I don't mind joining as long as you are there as well," Zari said.
"Naturally," Rayna replied with a smile, "but just so you know, there is one caveat to this whole arrangement."
"Which is?" Kate asked. She sounded ready to jump through any hoop as long as I went balls deep into her.
"Well, Max doesn't take sluts. He takes slaves," she said, letting that last part linger in the air. Finally, they both spoke up.
"What do you mean, 'slaves?'"
"I think you know what it means," Rayna answered. "You will be at his beck and call, servicing him, pleasuring him. If he wants any of your holes then you'll gladly offer them up to him. He's a very virile young man, and desperately needs to dump a load here and there.".
"And... what do we get in return?" Kate asked, sounding unsure of herself.
"Pleasure. Unimaginable pleasure. Imagine having more in one night than all of your past lovers combined have ever given you. You saw what he can do, and what he has. Imagine that, instead of me, it was you in that bed. Imagine the two of you going at it all night long, and I am not talking about an hour or two. I'm talking from sunset to sunrise. By the time he is done with you, you will never leave - partly because your legs will be completely useless in the morning, but mostly because you just won't want to. You'll worship his cock like loving bimbos when the sun rises and hits that sweaty skin of yours."
Kate and Zari both looked at each other, wondering if what Rayna said could be true. While there were thinking about it, I was by the changing room door, cock straining to be let out so it could fuck the nearest pussy it saw. It was far less uncomfortable than before, though. The new underwear was living up to the promises on the package.
Hearing what Rayna said, and all the talk about having new slaves, was getting to be a bit too much for me. When Ella finally stepped out of that changing room, I almost attacked her right on the spot - partly because she was my slave, but also because of what she was wearing. While Rayna wore a silky, jet-black set, Ella wore a purplish ensemble - more lilac than a standard shade. To me, it seemed like a perfect signature color. While it may not be a girly-girl like pink, it's still feminine. It also complimented her skin tone, which was almost always tan thanks to her running regimen.
