A stiff, shiny cock is its own reward! Mike was in a self-congratulatory mood. The past six weeks had brought him pleasure beyond his dreams. Two beautiful women were willing slaves to his every deviant desire.
One was a co-ed, nineteen years old with an athlete's body and just beginning to explore the ways of bi-sexuality and sado-masochism. Her name was Jenny. She was tall and lithe. Her dark complexion was supplemented by daily workouts on the beach. The sun added light streaks to her jet-black hair and set off the sparkles in her brown eyes. She had firm, high breasts of 34d measurement with rippling abdominals and strong, lean legs. Her eyes could be quick to anger or doey when submissive. And her flirty pink lips often flashed a lovely smile. Sexy and servile.
The other was a MILF from any man's fantasy. She was in her early forties, not as tall as the first and a few pounds heavier, but the overall package was one of extreme sex appeal. She lost her initial reticence and now accepted completely, her submissive sexual nature. She obeyed commands and hastened to please her master. She wanted to explore her sexuality and to experiment with all the emotions and cravings her body had to offer. And she was happy and eager to offer her body to a master who made her feel so wonderful.
She carried a little extra weight around her hips and ass, and her meaty double-ds laid heavy on her chest, the nipples not always standing straight out. Her long legs were well-muscled and toned from walking and biking and her silky, raven locks fell in waves around her heart-shaped face. Like the younger woman, Karen had olive skin and lustrous dark eyes that could melt steel when on her knees, looking up at you. And she enjoyed giving and receiving all the joys of the new sexual horizon that had been opened up to her.
Both women followed his rules and blossomed under the discipline he exercised. They were secure in their bodies and learned to accept and playfully explore each other and to understand their roles in this unusual sexual dynamic. And most unusual of all, and the greatest thrill to Mike, and kinkiest perversion to the women; was that they were all family! Michael had captured and enslaved his mother and his young sister. And the women were discovering that the taboo nature of this incestuous tryst was mentally and physically, the greatest orgasmic release they could have ever imagined.
It worked like a classroom. Mike laid out rules and applied punishments if called for. Spankings, rough sex, denying sex, or the threat of expulsion from the house. The girls were rewarded with charge cards, luxury items and bone-rattling orgasms. It only took a few days for them to be properly trained.
Each woman knew that underwear was forbidden in the house. And that while in Michael's vicinity, his hands were free to cup and fondle their large boobs. He was also always likely to demand that their pants be lowered for his entry, or that at the snap of his fingers, one or both of them, was to drop to her knees and suck his cock. Michael instructed them that his seed was never to be squandered. If for any reason he pulled his cock from a body orifice, to bathe their tits, face or ass with cum; they were to lap up what they could reach with their tongues, and scoop the rest by hand into their mouths. They were no longer embarrassed or hesitant at touching, licking or penetrating each other. And they had learned to enjoy the taste and texture of his semen, and to develop an appetite for it.
Michael should have been in seventh heaven but ofcourse, he needed to improve on his perfect situation. A combination of laziness and audacity gave Mike the idea that he could push the envelope to a higher degree of sexual deviancy. Sex was not enough, dominance wasn't enough, he wanted to be the ring master. He formulated a plan to enhance his authority and further subjugate the women for his personal gratification.
Today, Karen came home from her run, showered and applied a touch of perfume. She glided into Michael's office/bedroom and slid seductively onto the big bed and immediately began stroking her master's cock. She loved the feel of it's fleshy thickness in her hands. When she ran her tongue along the rim of it's mushroom head, she marveled at the slight variations of thickness and the opening slit allowed her to taste the pre-cum oozing from the tip. She slobbered saliva down the immense column of skin and was awed by the big blue veins bulging just beneath the surface. Then she sucked the monstrous, purplish knob into her mouth and guided the giant rod into her cheek where she could coat it with her spit and massage it with her raspy tongue. She hummed as she sucked.
Mike knew she enjoyed the sensation and she was specially aroused by the lewd implications of a mother sucking the cock of her first born. "Suck it deep, Karen, take my cock into your throat the same way your nasty cunt devours it. Jerk the shaft with your hand and swallow my cock down to the roots." He kept a steady stream of sexual banter that he knew, ignited her passion. "Pump my hot tool into your slutty mouth and use your other hand on that dirty pussy. I want you fingering your pussy and your tight little ass when I feed you." Her compliance was total.
Karen worked furiously to manipulate her holes with her left hand while rubbing his cock with her right and plunging it into her hungry mouth. Her moans were complimented by Mike's grunts and both of them could feel the climax building. "Suck me bitch. I'm gonna fill you up, you skanky slut." Filthy descriptions acted on her like an aphrodisiac. Her vagina began to quiver and the reservoir inside her burst. Her fingers were deluged with her vaginal fluids, and her entire body shook. Michael's huge cock gushed a flood of dense, viscous cum blasting against the back of her throat, faster than she could swallow. The remainder seeped from her lips to run down her chin and drop in long, pearly strands onto her warm tits.
"Ah gawd, you're the best mother fuck'n, cock sucker I've ever seen. I love how you suck and the look of my cum splattering on your big tits. You are a good slave and I'm going to reward you. Bring that bag over hear."
Karen was laughing along with him and joked that Michael was the "mother-fucker!" She scraped the cum from her tits and licked her fingers clean, savoring the salty liquid. The rest dried in flakes on her belly as she scrambled to the dresser to retrieve his gym bag.
"Karen, get showered and come back to bed. I have a present for you and I want to see you in it." These 'gifts' most often turned out to be push-up bras or crotchless undies, Mike had very little tact and even less style. But Karen craved the attention and relished the pleasure they both received. Besides, even as a small child, she loved dress-up games and never, ever got to wear slutty, trampy lingerie! Whatever Mike gave her, she was certain they would both get a kick out of it.
She had a scent of lavender and baby powder, when she opened the bedroom door. She wore a fluffy white towel wrapped around her otherwise nude body and was running a brush through her lustrous mane of silky, black hair. Her coppery skin glistened with a thin layer of oil and her nails and lips shined a deep, crimson red. Her beautiful, big brown eyes lit-up when she spied the bundles of tissue paper with the pink ribbons.
"Can I open them now, master?" She teasingly kissed a wet line along the slow-growing length of Mike's tool. His cock lazily began to uncoil to it's full, gigantic dimensions. Mike draped his own hand around his meat and alternately tightened and loosened his grip as he slowly jerked it. He pointed to the first wrapped present and delighted as Karen ripped through the paper to get to her prize.
For just a second; Mike was transformed back to holiday mornings when his mother would be truly excited about some little, hand made knick-knack, that he would give to her with a six-year old's innocent smile. Today the innocence was long gone and the smile was that of The Big Bad Wolf about to blow down the straw house. The "gift" was some sort of leather-bundled stick.
She untied the laces and warily examined the c ontents. The sleek, black outfit turned out to be what could best be described as a vest. Mostly leather thongs and just enough material to conceal her pouty, brown nipples. Still, she tried it on instantly, and marveled at the feel of soft, warm cow-hide on her bare flesh. The "stick" was found to be a leather riding crop that cut through the air with a whistle and was padded, just enough to make a sharp thwack against her thigh, without slicing the skin or raising a welt.
She took a judicious approach to these gifts that at once offered the promise of both pleasure and pain. "Thank you, master," she cooed appreciatively. "I've never seen anything quite like this." She watched Michael stroking his cock and leaned down to kiss the tip, getting a slightly salty taste. Karen darted her tongue out to begin her routine and express her thanks when Michael surprised her. "There's more, open this one, now." He offered.
She reached for the second package which had an oddly similar appearance. A piece of leather material again wrapped around another long, flexible rod. This outfit was a crotch piece, also black leather, with Velcro straps, to be worn instead of panties. With very suspicious openings at the front and rear. She immediately recognized the rod. An eighteen inch long, double-ended dildo, as thick around as her arm. With heads on either end like doorknobs. A sense of foreboding trickled into her head.
