One might imagine that living life with no restraints or inhibitions, would be a fantastic thing to experience. The freedom to explore your sexual desires and more than enough enablers to ensure they were all well and truly fulfilled. It held an allure no one could completely deny.
Some people however, much as they like to belive they were capable of being sustained by solely lust & passion, weren't. There were many reasons why the more sensible adult flim actors & actresses kept a life separate, if not wholly divorced from their day jobs.
I had no such fallback. Drawn to me like moths to an open fme, women threw away their moal hangups and openly objectified themselves and others in my presence.
As was my habit, I made an effort the see my girls as more than hot pieces of ass to pound or tight pussy's to slip my dick into. I didn't expect it to be easy, because it wasn't.. it never was. Against the never ending avanche of pandering minds and unceasing temptation, it was a goal I could live with.
With Kisara Abigail and Samantha. It took a whole week to see them as more toys to amuse myself with, and nearly as twice as long to actually establish a decent amount of self control.
They had wants desires and hobbies, outside of cloaking me in deference & supplication. I could respect that. That they all, just so happened to align with my own interests though, sometimes made me doubt the point of it all.
Abigail, a surprisingly brilliant artist and web designer, used to be the talk of the town. Gazing at the hyper realistic painting, a depiction of Samantha's massive rippling ass frozen in motion from the impact of my pelvis, I shook my head in dismay.
It was easy to understand why her talent & skill were in high demand. Unfortunately, because of me, her test works were no longer fit for public consumption.
And then there was Kisara. As a keen mathematician with a busines oriented mind, Kisara didn't hesitate to ruthlessly squeeze every st cent to her advantage. At ripe age of 29, the determined blonde had become a multimillionaire, and the owner of the whole building and lot of the condominium she lived at.
I wanted to say Abigail & Kisara were my girlfriends, but they weren't. They were people that happened to be at wrong pce, at the wrong time. If I wanted to continue thinking of them as people and not fucktoys or cocksleves. A set of rules along a strict code of conduct had to followed and mantained.
Wrapping an obsidian arm around Veleri, I brought her close, more specifically, those magnificent breasts. Cleavage, full and overly abundant spilled forth with dick hardening surity, readily spreading across my arm and chest.
A far off blissful smile crested her lips as she cupped the bottom swell of her bust and plied those majestic curves together. "Devour me.. satiate your glorious hunger upon my willing body..." Vore blurted, lost in a fantasy of being one of many sacrifices to an ungodly being.
Pointedly ignoring the invitation of lustful abandon, I turned to a vacant space at my right, only to see Kisara settling on her knees, inexplicable excitement shimmered in her eyes. Reaching out to stroke her comparatively tiny hands up and down more than a foot of spit shined dick, a goofy little grin bloosomed on her lips.
"Did I do it right this time?" Abigail worriely asked, while nested the heels of my feet in her p.
The question took me by surprise. Do it right? What the hell was right anymore? Was it the gift of a gag heavy facefucking!? Was it, using her to take the edge off the murciral impulses floating through my thoughts!? I wasn't sure I knew which was correct or wrong anymore. Rather than answer her question, I served her a distraction by pointing at the nightstand were the remote to the entertainment system y.
-bring it here- I gestured with a simple curl of my finger. Unsurprisingly, she lept up, eager to comply. I wanted to say I didn't stare at her ass, or that I didn't want her back on her knees, or bouncing in my p. Because I did, and felt no shame in desiring such things. But.. it was all I could do to keep from acting on them.
"Here you go Vance, she beamed, all smiles & sunshine. As the cool pstic of the remote gently settled in my hand, I blinked as the raw unfiltered scent of domesticated bliss smacked me up across the nose. It didn't take much to imagine her floating on nine clouds of contentment.
What else could she do for me, would I need this, would I want that. On and on it went with no seeming end in sight. Wild impulses to pull her into my p and py with her like a favorite toy breezed through my mind, but I managed to refused them all on the crumbling foundation of my principles.
Forcing my gaze to the massive tv on mounted on the wall, I had to immediately beat down feeling of dissatisfaction at the quality present. Sure.. while it was a high end 75 inch tv, of which I didn't pay a single cent for. It was a far cry from the oversaturated opulence of a private movie theater that doubled as my personal tv. I had to remind myself that simple, was sometimes a quality in of itself.
Veleri's soft hands & Kisara's unchaste lips, continued to pander without restraint, slowly dragging my thoughts towards the reckless gratification of another spontaneous orgy. Slumping back in the soft leather couch, I tried to loose myself in the mudanity the of the world I had drifted apart from.
Dimly aware of Abigail nesting the heels of feet back in her p, thus resuming her self imposed role of a footstool, l could think only think but to bask in weight of her attentions. Abigail's hands, soft and gentle reached out tenderly, a stark contrast to Kisara's ego igniting power strokes. Her attention was unhurried. My ankles shin and thighs, they all felt the guid caress of her fawning touch.
Pulling Veleri closer, I wiggled my toes and let out wordless sighs of distilled pleasure as their collective minstrations flowed over my awareness. Their colborative effort, was supremely rexing. Worries about the increasing mercurial mood swings or concerns of having become a dark anvil for women to break shatter & reforge their identities upon, they simlpy became less.. important.
Absently grabbing Abigail's wrist, I carefully mustered the will and desire to outst Veleri. While the supreme decadence of her overly plush figure was far from unwelcome, the fact that she was within grabbing distance, left me feeling like a grenade primed and ready to explode. For that alone, I preferred Abigail.
The homely girl wasn't a fat assed mattress waiting to id upon, the megaphone of my ego manifest or an unmilked cow with capital to burn. Being around her didn't immediately give rise to thoughts of entitlement or ignite the votile napalm of reckless abandon.
In my eyes Abigail seemed more real than everyone else in the room with her retively ordinary in looks and appeal. Being around her didn't feel like winning a lottery, and for that tiny bit of normalcy, I was grateful. After all, I had more than enough stunningly beautiful women waiting in line for a chance to give in to my whims, than I knew what to do with.
Letting my eyes drift back to the screen, the adventures of Cloe and Crk slowly drew me in, easing the hysteria building in my heart. Twenty minutes in, I couldn't help but snort in amusement at the scripted drama pying out. It was ironic, that thecsuperpowered teenaged shenanigans on screen seemed more real and pusible than my own day to day interactions.
Still, It was a welcome distraction from the near constant lust broiling in my loins. When the comercial break came, Kisara quietly excused herself, I paid her no mind, seeing how it amounted to one less warm complicit body filling my head with depraved thoughts.
And
"Uugh.."
Looking down at Samantha, my mind flowed through degenerate currents of unfiltered thought. My hips didn't buck or spasm as she knelt face first to prostrating at my feet. Her tongue ever diligent and devote, tirelessly pped between each individual toe, effortlessly cutting down the lie I believed that I could train her to act like a self respecting woman. There was no denying her pursiut and deliverance of my pleasure and gratification, it was beyond any reason or doubt.
"Haugh.."
Throttling the impulse to immediately turn about to drap myself over Veleri and coat her breasts with a fresh yer of slobber and fiendish lust. Neither tremble or shudder slipped through the cracked and worn mask of indifference as I kept my gaze zeroed on the boring advertisements of dentures and pharmaceuticals.
"Nnngh.."
It's was just part of the daily routine, something I had gotten used and to some extent, come to expect. Naturally, my dick grew harder, a tad bit more thicker. I was a red blooded man. Very few men of course, could repeatedly deny the visceral of appeal of three beautiful women physically pandering to they're subconscious desires, somber or not.
"Here you go Vance" Kisara announced, offering a pte den with a rge club sandwich, a tall gss of milk, and a deferential bow of her head. "Is there anything else you'd like.."
Snatching the sandwich off the pte, I devoured the whole thing in seven glutinous bites, barely taking the effort to taste it. Yanking the gss of milk from her hand, I chugged it down in one go, uncaring as rivulets of white messily spilling down my chest.
Anything I'd like..
I sat there, my mind quickly veering sharply from reason and common sense. Kisara was a woman that forcedbliy grabbed your attention. Being a baby blue eyed, ptinum blonde, she had that effect on most men. One look at her pale complexion, slim waist, ft belly and round pert ass, and you were hooked.
Unfortunately though, there was nothing left in pce to keep my darkest inclinations from rising to the top. The itch for the prolific ease of immediate satisfaction would not be denied.
How about you bounce that peach of an ass right in my p. I thought with a hungry leer. Not waiting for an answer, I abruptly stood up and pnted a pair of manise slicked hands on her perfectly grabbable hips, causing her to drop the pte in delighted surprise. "V.. Vance."
Whirling her around with a satisfying bounce & jiggle.. I beheld a budding real estate mogul with the body of a well built stripper. Lust & desire fueled my actions, demanding her exploitation for the sake of immediate gratification. Mashing my lips to hers, I drank from a bottomless conviction to be one of best god damn fucktoy's I ever id my hands on.
Reaching lower I dug in, creating eight furrows aross the firm expanse of her delectable cheeks. She belonged to me.. The words thundered between my ears, refusing to be ignored. She's all..MINE!!!
Grabbing hold of her pink thong, Kisara looked up at me with a vindicated grin.
[ScRippp]
g was no match for the and tore them off her shaply ass the perverted surge of desire of a woman eager to give it all up. Eyes drawing wide with excitement, Kisara turned around to pnt her hands & knees on the carpeted floor with a carefee giggle of delight, sending bolts of degenerate pleasure down my spine.
Seeing her prep herself for immediate use, her fingers parting those pink lips wide, hammered the far reaching and ruinous truth home all over again. This wasn't some porno shoot where the lucky guy banged the smoken hot girl, this was someone who's life had been hijacked to become the living conduit of an unapologetic ego.
"Oh yeah baby, this pinky pie is all ready to be creamed." Kisara offered with a sacious shake of her hips. A bare flicker of impulsivity nearly had me stuff her thong in her mouth and sleeve her tight, bald pussy on my dick. Maybe then, I'd be able to watch tv without further distractions.
A warm hand around my dick and fluttering moan announced Abigail presence. At the direction of an idle gnce, her deft fingers gingerly ground the obscenely thick python of my dick against the curve of Kisara's spine. Tracing concentric patterns on her back with the fred crown, she bowed low to deliver doting kisses along the overly broad shaft.
No.. fucking Kisara right now would just prove I wasn't ready for what awaited me back at the estate, that I couldn't move past the rationale destroying allure of immediate gratification.
"Ughh.. Oh god, yesssss. Plunder me at will." Shuddering in orgasmic pleasure, Kisara let out happy little mewls as several gouts of viscous clear man goo shot forth, throughtly gzed the sexy blonde across her back, shoulders and neck.
No!
No.. no no no no, you're not getting fucked over that easily. Grabbing a thick meaty handful, I snatched it from the undutions of Abigail's deft tongue and raised the dark & ungodly dark pilr up high and let fall with a heavy, wet..
[SPLAT]
Upon impact, serveral things happened all at once. "Hnnn" Abigail mewled. Her hands, ever dutiful, ever complicit, continued to stroke. "Ooohhh..." Kisara gasped, shivering in delight at token of notice I'd granted her. And patiently standing with a bottle of oil in hand, Veleri preened, eager to offer the unconditional service of a supreme massage. "May I be of further assistance." she asked, a hopeful smile on her lips.
Having Veleri personally ensure my dick all but glided down the path of the least resistance, was a tempting offer. Hell.. if she got on her knees right now, I'd likely have her on her back with my dick buried deep between her breasts before I could think of holding back.
I wouldn't be of a mind to say no, but.. once I started, I knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself before the personification of every tit oriented wet dream I ever had. Hefting the unstoppable instrument of subversion, I swung it down once more..
[Thwack]
And.. again!
[Thwack-thwack-thwack]
The torrid rmetronome of striking Kisara with my dick, helped bleed away the votile desire to fornicate. Incidentally making it a tiny bit easier to invision keeping my hands off the phenomenal wondernd that was Veleri. Better to let the widow's deranged conclusions wash over me and ignore her rants, than to accept them at face value. Better for my sanity at least.
[Thwack-thwack-thwack]
And so.. Kisara's round peach of an ass, continued to quake and ripple at my discretion. I wanted to go further.. sleeve her on my dick like a warm sock. But no, giving in to the depraved impulse right now with the aspiring fucktoy, especially with Veleri present, would most assuredly send me on a spiraling descent.
"Hmmm.. fuck me up baby,.You know I'm your good girrrrllllll." Kisara wailed.
Pressing myself against her and grounding searing hardness my dick against her back, I barley managing to curb the urge to mount and pound her pert ass into oblivion. Letting out a wordless grunt, I closed my eyes, and centered my thoughts best I could against the unabating flow of decanted pleasure pouring over my senses.
After serveral eternal moments, and many, many pleasure soaked sighs, I reluctantly pulled away from Kisara. Back at the estate, it was a damm hard challenge keeping myself in check, day to day, hour to hour. All that mattered then, was the obscene pursuit of instant and excessive gratification.
However, those blind rampages of gratifying lust, had unintended consequences. The daily parade of carnal delights had impossibly, fed in and compounded on itself, becoming in effect a self perpetuating cycle. Hell.. you could even say it had taken a life of it's own.
It wasn't the life i wanted for myself anymore. The person I had let myself become in retrospect, fucked liked a demon incarnate. And that scared me. That can't be allow to happen, not again. I refused to just let myself settle right back into the sublime bliss that is empowered narcissism.
"Ohh Vance", Samantha moaned, between suckling kisses as she transitioned to from my ankles up to back of my knees, lighting a fire to idea of moderation and physical restraint.
*DING DONG*
Veleri paused, mere moments away from snatching my attention away with the pneumatic press of her slickened breasts. She gave the door a knowing gnce. "Ah.. that would be the Nygen's."
Wait.. what!?! Who the hell were the Nygen's? Sensing my confusion, she eborated, using it as a distraction to pillow the expanse of her oiled melons across my back. At the sudden shift of motion, I let out an explosive gasp. "My apologies Vance, They are..the intermediaries I sent to tide you over before your return home.
Intermediaries.. return home.. back to the estate of endless opportunities.
In that moment, the smoldering ember of anger I'd been carefully nursing, blossomed into a brilliant fme. No..! I told her I wasn't going back. My lips turned downward into the beginnings of a truly epic frown. Dispite her sharp and melodic Taiwanese accent pping at my dick.. and the pandering immediacy of an oiled massage, I wanted to be angry with the crazed woman.
However, that only served to highlight the absurdity of her intent. She was trying to do right by me by throwing more women into my life. My shoulders shook, manic ughter, surging from within.
"I.. I am sure they will serve as some form of amusement." Veleri offered, worried at the possibly of disappointing me. Sliding her delicate fingers around my abs, she dithered about, incidentally causing her attention abducting tits to roll & quake.
"The three of them are sisters you see.."
Three.. sisters..
And just like that, the wildfire of reason was snuffed out by a sudden downpour of lust. Despite my bests efforts, I couldn't find it in me to stay mad at a woman so desperate to please. Clinging tightly as if I might up and vanish into thin air the second she took her eyes off me, Veleri shifted nervously, hoping to a gain a tiny bit of approval at initiative she took to address my carnal needs.
Settling back into the heavenly purgatory of immediate and surfeited gratification, I let her ridiculous pleas, fade away into nonsense. Serveral more groans, heavily ced with oversaturated pleasure, pulled itself themselves from my lips. My dick, under the multitude of reverential strokes and kisses imparted, grew harder.. more thicker still.
I knew the scenario all too damn well, too much context and far too many choices to reasonably decide what to act on. It's like I'd never left at all. The only thing settling it apart from a handful of weeks ago, was the sheer principle imploding scale.
Slipping away, Veleri momentarily stood behing me, close enough to, feel the barely restrained passion in every breath she took. Without her saying a single word, I already knew the broad strokes of her intentions.
*DING DONG*
"You deserve so much more Vance, than this.." she opined, indicating the enraptured thralls practically whorshing me. "Substandard of care you've endured thus far. Substandard.. I wanted to ugh at the profound absurdity of the statement. There was nothing substandard about waking in bed with Abigail Kisara and Samantha everyday, or basking in the fantastical vision of them begging for just one more foursome.
Sensing my rising irritation, my girl's diligently worked to snuff out the simmering ember of ire at new faces suddenly showing up out of nowhere. And it worked, all too damn well. The idea of a tribute to antone for what I 'apparently' wasn't getting from them, rapidly began to take root. Shadowy Images of three gorgeous women dropping everything so that I might partake their delightful naked flesh, glided through my thoughts like a massive pair of well oiled breasts.
No no no no no.. NO!! I was just starting to wind down. I was fucking satisfied,
content even. I didn't need anything more than a simple orgy. Once Veleri left. I'd let them indulge in a tag team blowjob, maybe even triple if i was feeling generous. And after an hour or so of browsing the web to calm down, I'd partake in the usual bedtime indulgence before decring the night.. Done.
"Oh my god Arisa, it's him. I heard someone suddenly shriek from the end of the foryer. "He's really here, I can't hardly fucking believe it." There was an audible thud of bare feet rushing across the carpeted floor. Seconds ter, a vaguely familiar girl with shoulder length chestnut ringlets hit me in a flying tackle.
"Oh my.. god, she rambled, desperate kisses nding wherever her lips could reach. "You're here.. you're really here! Taking a look at young woman throwing the rest of her life away into my hands, my eyes drew wide. It was her, one of the triplets from the park.
It felt like I'd been punched in the gut, some higher power out there was mocking the w of cause and effect. My dick of course, had no compint. It thobbed, grew harder still, and spat out a heavy wad of clear dick slime all over an overjoyed Kisara's bared chest.
I shouldn't've of been surprised. Out of all the bnntly and overt inversions subversions of probability that revolved around me, girls turning up at my doorstep or a around a corner, eager to be fucked into submission was nothing new.
But.. It had taken every, st bit of scrap self restraint, not to pounce on them. In the end, I'd done it.. taken the high road and walked away. But as was the ongoing case with my impossible luck, all that effort to spare them a sordid fate, only served to dey the inevitable.
The world seemed to spin under me, the people surrounding me were talking excitedly, but for the life of me, I couldn't focus on a single word. I managed to stay upright up for a hot minute, only for the new girl's continued enthusiasm to send me back on the couch in an indolent slouch. Swiftly wedging itself between the gyrating girl's firm, panty cd ass cheeks, the awakening anaconda, produced a delirious moan of passion from her lips.
"Ohhhhhhhh..."
"Arisa. Priscil Trina, Veleri offered unhelpfully, nodding in the direction of each Nygen sibling, further destabilizing my tenative grip on reality. "I humbly beg of you Vance.. please, allow them to serve you in your time of need."
"Yeah.. that sounds great!" Trina nodded, her grey eyes wide, hope shimmering at the dangled opportunity of what..?!? servitude? Ensvement! Nothing makes any damn sense anymore. Delicately intertwining her fingers through the girl's pale green blouse, Veleri gently applied pressure while looking at me for permission to send the buttons flying.
Dazed and growing hornier by the second, I carelessly nodded, forgeting for a moment, what I was agreeing to. -yeah-
I wanted to tackle the rest of the day with the same gradual approach I'd been keeping to since st week. But that was a nonstarter with everything that happened happened in the st thirty or so minutes. There would be no slowing down for the rest of the night.
Settling her grip at the colr of Trina's blouse, Veleri slowly increased the pressure, one ego infting, button at a time.
Pop..
Pop..
Pop..
Pop..
Pop..
Pop..
As the 7th button was forcefully departed, Veleri presented Arisa's bouncing bra cd chest before my unblinking gaze. "Does she please your eye." The unrepentant cow inquired, referring to the girl as though she were a showroom piece meant to be seen and eventually.. aquired. It was too fucking soon to deal with her insanity. Closing my eyes, I counted to 30 and opened them back to the escating scene of wonton fuckery.
Seeing the most sensible route, I leveled my gaze at Samantha. Acting on an assumption of what was expected of her, she sat astride the onix trunk of my thigh, and proceeded to lift Prisci's skintight halter top over her head. Which was the exact opposite of what I needed to remain calm.
Freed of their Imprisonment, the generous swell of Priscil's breasts momentarily bounced & jiggled within the confines of a cy red bra. After deftly untching it, Samantha tossed that aside as well.
I didn't know where to look, the gorgeous Pakistani triplets, my domesticatied girls or the cow's unapologetic purple and hazel gaze. Dropping a heavy hand on Samantha's ass, I fought back a delirious moan as her cheeks quivered before resettling to envelope my thigh with it's lush bounty.
Focus I told myself, don't get distracted. But it wasnt easy to stay calm. Seven beautful women basked in my presence. The knowledge that were all together for me alone, made me feel.. untouchable, unstoppable, beyond any means of reproch.
Desperately looking for something to focus on, my gaze wondered to Arisa, which prompted Kisara into action. Slipping behind the new arrival, her hands traveled down along the petite girl's waist. "You won't be needing these anymore." she purred. Yanking down her pleated skirt, she clutched at pair dark blue panties, and violently tore them off her ass.
Witnessing herself and sister's freshly unwrapped before my gaze, Trina moaned, a lurid sound of want need and desire, building in her throat as the soft flutter of ruined silk drifted to the floor. Taking a bit of initiative, Abigail moved behind Trina and cupped her breasts. "Hmm? there nice for their size Vance, really buoyant too. Nothing a little oil and lotion can't improve on, right."
-not important- I gustured distractedly. The novel thought of identical triplets rubbing me down with their bodies in a slippery massage, threatened to shred the paper thin delusion of restraint I was clinging to.
"But they have such a wonderful shape, and there so perky too. Abigail gushed as she continued openly py with Trina in the degenerate hope I'd have a good time with the girl. Against my better judgment, I wrapped an arm behind Priscil's back, pressing her aginst my chest with a pleasure wrought sigh.
Not a moment ter, another groan escaped my lips. I suddenly felt inclined to agree with Abigail. If Priscil's breasts were anything to go by, Trina's firm, high resting conical mounds, looked almost as good as her sister's felt.
"Mffffhhh.."
Naturally my gaze naturally fell downward. Nestling her face between my legs to cim the vacant position of ball tender, was Veleri. Intoxicated by my presence, pheromones or whatever the hell it was that drew women to me, the Taiwanese bred wonder of the world, had entered a pce of rapture beneath me. "Oh how I had forgotten.." the impossible milf crooned before pnting her face right back between my legs to polish the outsized orbs, to a glistening shine. "Hmmmm.."
The urge grab fistful of gradient aubrun, jam my dick down her throat and feed into her obsessions, was half of an impulse away from becoming a reality. It wasn't of any real want or desire, but a simple pursuit of gratification when and wherever out of ingrained habit. I wanted to despised how effortless it was. Layers upon yers of unspoiled satisfaction, on demand, was in my opinion, as natural as an eight fingered hand.
Hugging Priscil close, I struggled against the inclination rake my hands over her slim runner's physique like a starving sex fiend. While the girl was the furthest from being a grounding lifeline as I could hope for, she was all i had at the moment. And it worked, for a given definition of the word. As the orgy began to slowly intensify, sexual vices and thoughts so depraved and craven, they had no pce in modern society, began to slow down to a more manageable flow.
Oh I god, how I wanted to.. fuck.. these girl's whole entire world up. Thankfully I still had my principles, of what little that remained. Sure, it amounted to little more than sitting on my ass, egregiously expecting juicy pussies, tight throats and warm titty to wrap themselves around my dick, because that's exactly what happened, repeatedly.. from dusk till dawn. But retively speaking, it was the best I could manage without going berserk.
The moment my hands fell away from Priscil, Veleri was there to twine them with her own. A eternal moment ter, the seemingly endless expanse of her slikened breasts, swelled around the length of my dick jutting out from Priscil legs, making the prospect of ignoring her, all but impossible.
"Vance.." Veleri solemnly pleaded, simultaneously poking through the haze of lust and stoking it at the same time. "Please, allow them to support you in your endeavors."
-enough- I geustured in randon direction, outwardly dismissing her advance. While true, the triplets were incredibly attractive. Veleri on the other hand, was the neon sign I was desperately trying not to look at. Her hands, silky smooth, her breasts so exquisitely soft, impossibly full and so.. god damn slippery. Were it possible, I would've howled like a mad man In that moment of weakness.
She was the worse thing a recovering sex fiend could ever face, a woman who unthinkingly and blindedly objectified herself and others in the pursuit of an unrealistic ideal. At that moment, I didn't want her brilliant financial mind or the wealth of resources she could tap a moments notice. No.. i just wanted her fantastic body of curves and delight.. All. To. Myself.
"Holy shit, you're right he's hard as fucking rebar!" Trina excimed loudly. "You're damn right right he is." Kisara giggled. "You're Vance's girl's now." Samantha whispered conspiratorially in Priscil's ear. "If you impress him enough, you might earn the privilege of being his mattress for the night. "Welcome to the sisterhood." Abigal excimed to a pheromone drunk Arisa with a happy cp.
It was overwhelming, it couldn't be overstated enough. There just weren't any words in the english nguage to expin the experience of colborative and self procimed servitude. Seeing a reverse gangbang depicted onscreen was one thing, being there front and center before a hyped up fantasy pying out right in front of my eyes, was nothing less than mindblowing.
"Unn.. unnh.."
Slow.. deep breaths, I reminded myself. Order your thoughts, control the pace. Don't act without thought, think of what you want first. The whole absurd scenario gave off a sense of abject wrongness to my christian raised values, much like a persistent itch that couldn't quite be reached. Bullishly holding on to that feeling, I jealously guarded it, not letting it go for a single second.
"Unhh.. unh.. uhh.."
But then, my mind detoured.. again. Seven women.. SEVEN. It was such an utterly profound fiction of the imagination for them to all be here and now in the same pce. Curling a finger above under Priscil chin, I traced it over her back and down her spine, stopping just above the sensual cleft of her ass. It took a moment for the pussy grind to slow to a moist stop, but when it finally did, her eyes rolled back, spine arching as a thunderous climax ripped through her, soaking my dick and balls anew.
"Aieeeeeeee.."
Picking something to focus on, I zeroed on the obvious, the delightful breasts of the young woman loosing herself to unholy wonders of my flesh.
"Unnnnnhhh.."
Priscil's breasts were phoniminaly pert, somehow managing to point her nipples upward. Popping a delicious morsel into my mouth, I groaned. Abigal was right, they were delightfully firm with enough buoyancy leaving me wanting more. Pying her like a fiddle, she wailled as ran cursory ps around her dark crinkly areo.
"I'll be anything you want me to be, she gibbered, Your slut, your bitch, your cum dum- ahhhh.. ughh.. unnhh.."
Yes, you'll be all of that and more, I thought with a note resignation. The desire simply grab hold of the girl and slip her on my dick, was still there, detestable, abhorrent and yet.. incontestable should I chose to pursue it. However, despicable it felt to my heart, it simply wasn't enough to quiet the thrumming hum of depravities saturating my thoughts.
Standing up, she rose with me, her feet dangling above the floor. Taking in the vision of six women with lust and unchecked want, my eyes roamed about their delectible forms with the moral crushing weight of entitlement.
Looking down at Veleri for a long moment, I thought about her snobbish overly expectant attitude in public, and managed with some effort, to coax frown into existence. "Fo..forgive me Vance." She stuttered a note of panic coloring her delightful accent. "I had prosumed too much. I know there are not as well endowed as you prefer. But Please, understand, it was on short notice."
Before she could speak another delicious, a word of supplication. I jammed two fingers past her lips, putting a quick, but a temporary end to the verbal dick stroking. Shut up shut up shut up, just shut.. the fuck up. I liked the small ones too, dammit. The whole thing would be ughably absurd if she weren't so dead serious, or insane.
"Mhhmm.."
Bigger tits aren't what I need. But I wanted them irregardless, all in my mouth, spreading across & beyond my chin forehead and ears. Priscil's breast's, didn't effortlessly fill in space between my p and inner thighs, nor did they offer fat, juicy thimbles to abuse at will. For the moment however, they were the perfect average. And that was fine. Really.
Hpmmmphh... My lips continued to noisily slobber across the bounty of Priscil's breasts, uncarring of the unmistakable echoes of my own depravity. Undeterred I inhaled every salient inch dispyed before me. And.. before Veleri got it in her head to throw the promise of another tribute at my feet, I withdrew my fingers from her pping tongue.
Running them through the silky gradiant of mahogany blonde, unsurprisingly managed to draw a quiet sigh from the deranged woman. -guide them- I gustured abugiously as could manage at the Nygen siblings, barely managing to keep the hand from trembling with monstrous desire. Take it! Take the.. bait, before I lose my FUCKING composure!
How did my life get to this point I wondered, where I did little more than bask in the warped, twisted affections of my women. How in the the world did I come to think of Abigail Kisara and Samantha, the most unrepentant enablers a pervert could invision, as a necessary downgrade. Why.. why did it make more sense, I wondered, to judge a pair of triplets solely on the merit of sex appeal, than their character.
A casual gnce at a docile and complicit Veleri, and I had my answer. "Oh god.. you're so hard", Priscil moaned with sporadic jerks of her hips, still suspended in air, impossiblely so, by the unholy strength of my erection. Grabbing her firmly by the shoulders, I guided the young Pakistani woman to her feet and snagged my phone. "Soo fucking hard.." She mumbled, crumpling to her knees in stupefied wonder.
/Veleri.. after I've had my fill with them I'm going to wring you dry/ If I threw myself at the triplets, she'd encourage me to do my worse. If I ignored the them, she'd just double down before the the specter of my dissatisfaction. It was a win win win, assuming I was a vidictive, callus prick.
"I.. thank you Vance." Veleri whispered, bare naked gratitude filling the air with the growing immediacy of sexual degeneracy. While my attention was split between her and Prici, Abigail and Kisara however, weren't idle.
I tried, I really did, doing all of could to ignore the woman, the more sensible part of me knowing damn well better than to take her crazed utterances seriously. Pointly focusing on anything but the ingratiating crazed milf, I promptly settled my gaze on the blue haired Nygen, and liked what I saw.
Arisa's most noticeable attribute was the long curly hair that fell down her back in eye catching cornflower blue. I hadn't noticed the exotic shade at first, being too busy struggling to keep my actions moderate and reasonable. But now that I had, the impulses came hard & fast. Combined with her rich vanil complexion, Arisa seemed like a real life anime character come to life. As she smiled, giggled excitedly, and thrust her chest forward. I turned my attention to Abigail & Kisara, who slipped right behind her.
Slipping a finger up Arisa pussy, Kisara visibly grew excited"Just wait till you slip on your new bitch Vance, she bragged. "You'd think her pussy was wetter than Niagara Falls."
Demented mouthpiece or not, Kisara knew damn well make me feel on top of the world. As aroused as I was, it naturally came as no surprise to see the pilr of my manhood throb and subsequently unch a massive stream of viscous pre thought the air. Sailing true, the gooey salvo, nded with enough force to snap Arisa head back and strike the gsses off her face.
[Spt..]
That one mighty surge of lust wasn't alone. With Samantha & Veleri's soft hands gently beating me off with their collective devotions, they managed to draw out serveral more bursts, throughly gzing the girl's face and chest with the procmation of my desire.
Rising up in a sharp violent burst, was a craven desire grab the back of Kisara's head and forcibly, shut her up, by virtue of swinging a pair of omnipotent balls up against her thoat. The moment passed in blink, but the sediment stubbornly lingered. I groaned, my hands itching to grab.. someone.. anyone and unleash the rampant desires bubbling over and into my thoughts.
"Ahhhhh.." Overwhelmed by the massive and unexpected output, Arisa fell back on her ass, ruined to any man or woman but me.
"Vance.. Trina mewled, casting needy look my way, her soulful warm brown eyes pleading for an inclusion of something far, far worse than mere servitude.
She was the only in the room who's mind I had yet to fully destroy. That delicate truth had unfortunately for her, come to an end. Licking my lips, I turned my full attention to her and reached down the and gripped at the jaden silk bra hiding her breasts from my gaze . A simple tug and..
[Snap]
..they were now avaible for me to gaze upon and devoure at leisure. Descending on the newly minted fuck doll's breasts, I gave in go my inner glutton and fell into a state of carnal bliss. Oh god.. why! I thought, slurping at the girl's delectable underbust. Spiraling my tongue up and across her coco brown aor, I deftly ran ps around the hard pebble in the center and bit down gently. Why was this soo.. damn effortless..
From there I discovered subtle differences of the siblings, and the six brown nipples pointing at the sky. Trina's breasts, apart from Priscil's, were slightly more conical, but not quite as full. I tried and tried, oh god how I tried, to break away, but I just.. I just couldn't. I didn't have the will turn away from this, not after nearly a whole damn month without a proper orgy to drain the build up of rampant perversions.
"Unhh.. oh god yes, right there. Right there. Ahhh.."
A man could become used to this, quick. Looking onward as women abandoned shame and inhibitions alike for a single, perverted leer or possessive grope. Drunk on a glute of such unnatural experiences, they would become an unstoppable abomination, an irredeemable monster. It's not the life i wanted for myself. But whether I ready to face it or not, that singur point of no return, was rapidly catching up to me.
The sloppy echoes of my own craven desire, throughly indulged, persistently flowed through my thoughts like spilled oil. It was perverse, obscene.. difficult to corral and more importantly, near impossible to argue against. Still.. a tiny ember of sense rallied against the darkness of profane delight and manged to a shine a dim flickering light in the darkness.
No God dammit, NO!! I don't want to just.. coast on my own paradoxical existence. I'm more than an addiction, a destination or a fucking cult. I'm Vance Ventura, born and raised in Wornd Wyoming, a human being. Not purgatory wrought into the flesh of man.
It took all of concerns and worries to back away from ciming Trina.
"Noo, don't stop, no please.. she cried. No no nooo.. don't stop.. please. Please.. Don't STOP!" ALL of my doubts and suspicions and more, not hike her legs over my shoulders and plunge right between her hot, pink lips with reckless abandon.
Focus, I told myself, control the pace. Don't act on rash impulses. Landing a wayward gnce at Veleri, my conviction nearly evaporated in fsh of lust and heat before the emotion bzing in her mismatched eyes. In a blink, the ingrained habits of a uncontested hedonist, suddenly vied for immediacy.
I wanted.. to 'Grab' Kisara by her ponytail, and drag her eager, whorshipful lips of up down in and across the hardness my dick. I wanted.. to manhandle Veleri like the willing and able stress reliever she procimed herself to be, and squeeze all my wordly concerns into nonexistence. I wanted..to mount Samantha once more and ride away what little remained of her self determination like a demented cowboy. With everyone around me screaming yes..! Yes..!! YES!!! It was soo.. fucking hard to hear the tiny voice of reason, staining to whisper.. no.
Setting my gaze back on the horny squirming Pakistani girl begging to dragged into a life of sexual ruin, I thought about the past. How a lifetime ago I would've been stunned that a beautiful young woman such as her would even be attracted to a recluse mute such as myself. All could think about at the moment though, were her tits, and a how good they'd feel in my palms while I blessed her with the indefatigable hardness of dick.
Bringing her in for a kiss, she became an instrument of lust and desire in my damnable hands. In my libido fueled haze, I was anything but tender or chaste. Rather than spping my face off as I so richly deserved, she returned the kiss as I though I were a lover reunited at long st.
"Ah.. hnn.. hnn.."
This wasn't right. Nothing that felt this good should be this damn easy, and yet.. it was, repeatedly, from dusk till dawn and back again. Unholy power coursed through my very being, and throught that supernatural force, woman readily made themselves avaible to me. I didn't understand how or why, and likely never would. I just knew that whatever it was, was leading me down a path of unparalleled degeneracy.
Throwing her head back, Trina's honey brown mane, danced in time to her gasping breaths, revealing the contoured lines of her face lit up with europhia.
"Oh god.." she cried out in a body shuddering climax, before falling limp against my chest. Tentatively settling her down, I fought against the non trivial desire to impale her on my dick. It was a damn near thing seeing her come undone like that, but I managed to beat down the urge by focusing elsewhere. That being the dick hardening vision of Veleri contorting herself to bury her face right beneath my swollen nut sac.
Ughhhh.. fuck.
Long shes, round pixe like features, massively stacked with a nice slim waist, a little bit of pudge that contrasted nicely an immodestly wide pair of perfectly grabbable hips. The me of yesteryear would've considered someone like Veleri to be a one in a billion possibility. Unfortunately for my sense of acceptable norms, time and of course, staggering amounts of fantastical sex paired with her and her sisters addled sensibilities, had gutted what had once been a statistical improbability.
The Nygen's, they were fucked, I couldn't even pretend I didn't want them anymore. As sisters they were, sexy.. but even as honest to god identical triplets, they seemed more.. attainable compared to the Volbahn's themselves. They were pretty.. sexy cute. But they cked the hyper complicit volient eyes and the pow-wow & wow of soft and overabundant curves that proceeded them.
And to be honest, I more than happy with that. It was a nice change of pace to indulge in a pair of breasts that weren't soo damn.. mind bogglingly huge. Having to put some real effort into stuffing half of Veleri's areo in my mouth the first time, had been a blow to the status quo of how rge I believed a woman's chest could truly become. For the moment, Trina and her sisters were perfect, absolutely god danm fucking, had the Volban's never fell into my life like bzing hot meteors.
Seeing my expression, Abigail and Kisara shared a knowing look. Grabbing the forgotten bottle of oil, Abigail resumed the rubdown Veleri had yet to finish. Slipping besides Trina, she guided fat head of my prick, which continued to drool endless amounts of pre, up between the bottom swell of her breasts, and right between her lips. Trina's lips were soft, warm and dainty enough to warrant two more identical pairs suckling at every crook and crevice.
Casting my gaze about, it fell on Kisara, heavy and expectant, who immediately pushed at the back of Trina's head. Her throat, like anything I involved myself with, effortlessly conformed before the obscenity of my flesh. "Isn't she adorable.. Abigail cooed" My head whipped back in an heady rush of surpy pleasure. Trina's cheeks bulged dramatically, thick rivulets of tranlucent dick slime immediately gushed past her lips to trail messily down her neck and chest.
Unnghhh.. fuckkkkk!
As with anyone I set my gaze upon, Trina of didn't protest as any sane woman would. No.. I could see it in her eyes. What she saw wasn't a man, but something else, something.. other. Instead of striking me.. or recoilling in shame and revulsion, hazel grey eyes lit up, gratitude and hope shining through at being given another chance to satisfy the glory of my desire.
Looping as arm around Veleri's waist, I pulled her close, near enough to pnt my face between her breasts. Taking a deep breath, I parted my lips.. and escated into a proper climax. The fat, grapefruit sized orbs dangling between my legs, pulled tight against my scrotum, doing it's very best to pump with the force of a firehose.
Pleasure, the kind that swept you away off your feet and stranded departed you from any and all worldly concerns, stuck me in a series of sixteen lightning strikes.. At some point, I found myself backed by Veleri's soft, pillowy embrace, my mind bnking as she boliveated relentlessly, pressing on the issue regarding entitlements of flesh I neither wanted, needed or deserved.
The climax, if it could be called as such, ran longer and harder than it had any right to, stranding me in a world of pleasure and uncompromised vice. "I assure you Vance, Veleri ruinously affirmed for the umpteenth time, they will make such good companions, this I promise."
Shaking & trembling, I didn't care to argue against her madness, nor did I bother keep her at a hands length to try and ground myself. Instead, I basked in the emotional deliberations of her intent, letting them rise me back up to forgotten pteau's of narcissistic delight.
Standing tall, I looming over everyone, and came and came, the flow of cum viscous and excessive by any human standard, shooting forth without seeming end. Surrounded by temptation at literally every side, I could barely think. Cuddling against me, Veleri swooned, growing more and more excited with every depraved expression that blew past my lips.
There was no argument big enough I could think of, to convince myself to walk away from this and never turn back. Not this time. There was a backlog waiting for me, and I was past due to collect. That was the billion dolr question loomed ahead of me, one I'd have to confront sooner or ter.
Could my mind endure it, the role of a sexual icon, a sacred being that made the Volbahn's dreams come true through the inexplicable bond of sexual excess? Did I really want to let myself become a tyrannical abomination who used and discarded women in endless pursuits of worldly pleasures?
Whatever the answer might or might not be.. terrified me.
"Are you gonna slip into your cute, brand new cock sleeves and fill them up to the fucking brim.."
Pointedly ignoring Kisara's profane utterances, I settled my gaze over Arisa Priscil and Trina, the ther which had been hosed down with truly staggering amount of cum. My dick throbbed beneath the sticky warmth of Abigail & Samantha's lips and the slick.. sinful pandering of their hands gliding across my flesh. Hard as a diamond, my body was ready for so.. soo much more.
There was no point anymore in pretending I was at all tired. One bukkake, much less three in succession wasn't nearly enough to exhaust the midnight pilr that presided over the hopes dreams of too damn many. I was getting more of this insanity irregardless of my state of mind.
Gncing down at the familiar vision of my girl's knealing before me, my hands drew tight. Working in tandem, they suckled and kissed, taking turns stretching their lips to swallow the fat, drooling head of my prick. Every st wrinkle and vein the two could reach, felt their soft hands and warm tongues drawing across it, worshiping it anew.
That sort pleasure had been mind blowing at first, and still was by a fairly rge degree. Usually in most porn, the girls partnered with each other to occupy themselves while the male lead followed the script, or as it sometimes happened, didn't. My girl's did nothing of the sort. I was the one who all their attention centered on, an irresistible bzing star of purpose privilege and accim rolled into one insidious package.
Indulging in the dark crack of my ass, Kisara let out a triumphant cackle, and buried her face between my cheeks. Following suit, Veleri saturated my sense of touch with the soft and overwhelming press of her yeilding flesh. As for the triplets.. they remained apart from truly belonging, worthy of nothing more than single night of rapture at my hands.
Who were they to come along unannounced to demand the privilege of serving me. I didn't need them, my daily routine had been salvageable. Everying was going to pn, until suddenly they showed up. Now I have to dictate every st aspect of their damned lives. I should them send out and let a more appropriate tribute take their pce
The train of thought was pernicious and irrational at best, only noticable in how sudden and emotional it was. Still.. even thought I knew damn well better, I felt uncaring of the consequences to them, no matter how depraved or callus they might end up being.
In a blink, the moment of warped introspection drifted by. With no thought but my own satisfaction, I found myself ying Abigail prone on the floor. Grasping at her waist I pulled her arms back slightly and knelt aside her legs, eliciting a kittenish mewl from the domesticated pet. "Can I." Kisara demurred excitedly.
A zy nod had her obediently kneel nest my prick between the round expanse of Abigail's delightfully soft cheeks. "Does your cock warmer feel good baby." She purred. Pouring of baby oil over the fist sized crown of damnation, she massaged every st drop, causing the prick take on the hue of a lustrious bck void. Keep it together, keep It together. KEEP IT TOGETHER. I frantically repeated, desperately trying to simmer down the rampant glee and mounting hysteria bubbling in my chest.
However..the wreckless thrum of carnal desire, continued to pulse in my veins. There were god.. damn.. triplets in my presence! Hot sexy Pakistani fucktoys that couldn't hardly wait to to ensve themselves to my will. Fortunately, I wasn't yet at the point of leaping on the sisters and sinking them all to a state of enraptured delirium. For now.. I could still envision keeping my hands off the triplets.
And yet.. a rge Part of me wanted to be a bastard out sheer spite, all because they were untrained unlike most of my girl's. I wanted to ignore them, make them watch, unable to participate as I fucked Abigail Samantha Kisara and even Veleri, multiple times over.
The lesser of evils of course, would be to reel them in, basking as they showered me from bottomless kes of gratitude at being granted the barest consideration of my desire. Both were viable options, unnaturally snted with an overblown sense of self importance. It was a win of sin no matter how I pyed my cards.
I wanted so badly to hate this power I had over women. But as always, it just felt too damn fucking good to effectively reason around. Leveling a gaze at the three prospects, I took a deep breath. Refusing to take the path of least resistance, I chose the third option. I wasn't so far gone as be to a complete monster, not yet at least.
Casting my gaze on Trina, she trembled in fear, fear I might deem her unworthy of notice. She stood frozen, her mouth opening and closing, seemingly unable to speak a word, until suddenly.. she did.
"I sorrry.." she blurted in near panic, wiping a rge gooey string of cum hanging from her nose. I know I'm not good enough for you.. but..
Lost as I was in my own pleasure and satisfaction, I took a moment to let the indelible scent of a stray yearning to become a pet wash through my thoughts.
She had nothing physically that I hadn't taken and enjoyed from my growing collection. Dispite or maybe because of the depraved reasoning, my dick spat out several, inconceivably fat wads of clear nut butter, throughly searing Abigail's insides with the surity of my delight.
In..
Out..
No! Not this time. I'd take responsibility, of what little of it's worth. Abruptly pulling out from the warmth of Abigail's tight ass & doughy cheeks, I breifly allowed Samantha & Veleri to clean my member to a polished mirror shine and stood up. Stroking the monstrous shaft with one outstretched palm, and clutching a handful of Kisara's firm bubble butt with the other, I pointed it at Trina.
Bitting at the bottom of my lip, I cmped down at the sudden surge of euphoria threatening to shove me over the edge. I could do this, fuck her without destroying who she was. I'd done it before, I can do it again, just fine.
Jaw sck in undisguised awe, hope sprang eternal in Trina's eyes. Fuckkk.. Nice n Slow, I could do this. "Oh.. my.. God" She warbled, her expression sinking into depths of emotion so deep, it imploded into religious fevor. Keep it together, keep it together.. I just had to KEEP IT TOGETHER!!
At some unknown signal, Abigail and Samantha knelt behind her, their eyes aglow with million watt smiles at more members brought into the ever growing collective. Seeing everyone kneeling around me, my vision tunneled once more.
A quick and simple pleasurable fuck was all it had to be. Just me and her, assuming I had the willpower to carry through. If I could just ignore the mirad of ego empowering assists for handful of minutes, enough to accomplish the sprit of the intent, I could, at the very least, pretend I was a decent human being.
My mind floundered, grasping at any way I could define Trina as a person. What did she like, what did she do for a living, or even like to eat. It hadn't seemed important before, but with everyone holding their breath waiting for me to decre and act my intentions, I clung to it in my desperation with a vice grip. I wanted.. needed to know more. Who was this girl with the waist length chestnut briad.
What I could do, was try to prevent her from becoming another Venisha. "Vance.." Looking up, lost in a storm of ecstatic rapture, Trina reached out with a trembling hands to encircle the midnight pilr of manhood. "Oh.. my.. God.!" She repeated. She stared at it, her mouth slightly agape, eyes full of wonder, and begun to stroke.
"Ahh.. ahhh.. unghh.."
Forcibly distancing myself from Trina's completely disproportionate revetory experience of my self, I paid mind to her physical beauty. Apart from Arisa & Priscil, Trina's arms & thighs were more sculpted, her abs more defined and her waist slightly more broad . Beautiful and young, Trina was in the prime of her life.
I wanted to get to know the real her, the pretty girl who looked like she could throw a mean punch, not the devote thrall, who would sooner blindly rush to offer herself to me, than to ever dare think to conceive of denying me what I desired. Latching on to my sides, Arisa & Priscil's hands traced wonder inspired gasps across the body of a dark god made flesh.
This is wrong, soo.. fucking wrong, a distant part of me gasped. Heeding the death theros my dying conscience, I wrenched Trina's hands, free of my of my dick. Her mind however though, was still mine to seed cultivate and influence as I saw fit.
"Vance please, I'm sorry, Trina pleaded. Tell me what I did wrong.. please. she petered out with heart wrenching sobs. This for your own good. Better for you to beg for ensvement and stay retively sane, than to let you become another casualty of a flippant urge or whim.
"Oh my god Vance, your fucking hard. Priscil murmured after a long suckling kiss across the armor ptes of my chest. Bringing a finger under her chin, I lifted her gaze, and rewarded her devotion upon my glorious self with a demanding kiss upon her lips.
Arisa watched the by-py, eyes wide open, her mind falling into the conceptual bckhole of a man struggling to remain human. Indescribably delicious, unwanted and detestable, Arisa's will, her independence and self determination and more.. poured into me, leaving her with no greater goal in life than to be a tight warm sleeve to slip my dick into.
"Have they been satisfactory." Veleri's solemn whisper, naked with hope, echoed in my ear. Encompassing her words was whole state of being, one that centered on a delivering a due that couldn't be paid with something as trivial as money.
My reply, immediately stalled, The unmistakable sensation of Veleri's incredible breasts pillowing against my back, yanking my thoughts into a tailspin. They swelled around my torso, enveloping me in the fantastical pleasure of a complcit mind and body yearning for but just a touch of praise.
Almost involuntarily, I began to viciously pump at the unccany length of my dick. A low silibant hiss rushing past my lips as the in undeniable march of profound gratification broke through the pause. There were too many avenues of stimution at py to keep the deviant urges at bay. The sharpness of her accent, the turmoil of irrational shame of having possibly disappointed me. It all served to stroke my dick better than I could with my own damn hand.
A low fermented groan burst from my lips, heralding the return of an unstoppable tyrant. All eyes were on me, attentive, waiting to experience the glory of my demand. Aiming the ensver of women right at Trina, I stroked it harder faster, my palm spreading wider as it glided along it's supernaturally empowered girth. My girls never let me forget how dependent they were of my approval, or that I preceded over their every waking thought.
The profundity of that truth never failed to make me hard when I thought about it for too long, but being hard wasn't what I needed to be right now. What I wanted were repercussions of my actions. What I truly needed, was a karmic backch so severe and overwhelming, I'd never think of looking at another woman again, much less ying a hand on her.
I had abstained from sex for whole half a of day, a feat that that demanded mountains upon mountains of restraint. And in a parody of a consotion for suffering the hardness of an untended dick, an offer of triplets were sprung on me. Life wasn't supposed to work that way.. EVER!!!
Trina and hers sisters deserved a better fate than being reduced to convenient dick warmers. At the same time, I couldn't just refuse to acknowledge them. It only took a quick gnce at Samantha's broken, supplicant form for me turn away from that notion. Kisara and Abigail didn't fare much better in that regard either.
Master..
Pimp..
Lord..
As long as I've known them, they've never said it to my face. Not that they needed to, you could be blind & deaf and still feel it in how they expressed themselves. They smiled, beauteous things of contentment and unspoiled joy, their eyes glimmering with the inmistakable glow in knowing they had earned a token of my desire. So long as it was just the four of us, I could remain within the boundaries I set for myself. That wasn't an option right now though, not with Veleri throwing around entitlements of flesh around like confetti in the air.
Under the awesome and terrifying spector of apocalypticly decandant pleasures awaiting my return. I came and came and came, spttering thick viscous ropes of pearlescent cum all over Trina. Grabbing the back of her head, I jammed the still gushing head of my prick, past her lips and right down her throat. Inexplicably, my thoughts careened towards that faithful day my life turned upside down and sideways.
Why I was entitled to this.. unholy fuckery. Why there wasn't a damn thing anyone wanted to do to stop it from continuing. Why..? Did a hundred quadrillion stars somehow come into perfect alignment to make all this happen..? WHY!!!
I kept stroking the exposed length, mentally spent, as Veleri's perfecly manicured nails teased through Trina's long bangs and to grasp my hand in hers. "While I understand they are not up to your standards.." she offered
With seemingly apologetic smile, Voire slowly drew Trina's strained lips all the way down to the trunk of my base. "Grough.." just as cum, thick as pudding, began to spray from the near airtight ring of her lips. "I had hoped they might serve as adequate receptacle before your return." At odds with her solemn tone, Veleri stared at the girl in mild irritation, forcefully drawing the hapless girl up down and across my dick, as though she were a silken rag and not a living breathing person.
My eyes crossed before the onslught of degenerate pleasure. I didn't want this woman stop. FUUUCKKKKKK!!! I struggled, mightily to find a reason, any kind, to stop her abuse of the poor girl, and gloriously failed.
"Grouggk.."
What Veleri offered wasn't just the experience sexual tribute. No, it went far deeper than that. It was something much worse, much more profane. And i fell for it as any male would with an ounce of testosterone in there blood would.
One of the biggest clues the woman was anything but sane, was in how she looked at other women as a means of my ongoing pleasure and satisfaction. In her eyes, Abigail Samantha Kisara and the Nygen's were nothing more than polish for my dick.
