The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Michael straightened up in his seat as did I. For another moment we both looked at each other. After seeing his memories, I felt like I had known him for quite some time. Not years, but certainly considerably more than a day.

I wanted to apologize for my previous behavior, but we both knew it had been reasonable. After the scare with Dr. Livingston and how Michael initially approached me, I had a lot of reasons to be paranoid.

“So, what do we do now?” I asked.

He grinned that knowing grin, but said, “I have no idea. You have more abilities than anyone I know other than a House Lord or Lady.”

“Do you think there is anyone else who might be interested in helping? I mean, the First Law was based on such an old prophecy, why keep it if they don’t even know what it’s for?”

Michael shrugged. “I’ve brought that same topic up in conversation. No one thinks it’s necessary to change it.”

“Then I guess we need to find out what the prophecy itself was.”

Michael nodded and stood up. “I’ve got a few leads on other Magi who might have more information for us. It’s just a matter of finding the right Mage.” He grabbed his coat and scarf. I stood too, as did Chloe and Yvonne.

Michael looked at my girls for a moment and then back at me. “You know, just your bonds alone make you unique. I’ve never known anyone who could manipulate their schiavi like you do.”

I shook my head. “I don’t manipulate them. I’m honest with them.” I looked at Chloe and Yvonne. Chloe had a look of incredulity and Yvonne questioning.

Michael chuckled. “Looks like you need more honesty then.”

Chloe spoke for herself. “Master needs no more honesty with us. Only himself. We know that he manipulates us, but we’re perfectly happy with it.”

Yvonne seemed to think this over and then nodded. ”Da, more honesty with himself is true. Though not everyone approves of further manipulations.” She looked steadily at Michael. “We are happy to be with him, though we know it is his bonds that make us feel this way. None of us would leave him or allow him to break his bonds with us.”

Michael chuckled again. “Oh, this is good. Ral, I’m not sure if you’re in trouble or not. Looks to me like you’ve gotten in a little over your head with just these two. If your other schiavi are anything like them...” he shook his head.

Considering I had only shared how the bonds affected those tied to me, but not who or how many I was bound to, I kept further comments to myself. Michael was my friend. He would help in any way he could, but if someone found out what he was really up to, they could use what he knew against me.

There was one other thing before I let him leave. “Michael, do you have any idea why I was left with the Settons rather than a relative?”

He looked back at me. “Your relatives wouldn’t have been able to hide you. Since the Settons didn’t know about us, nor we them, it was a better hiding place for you. I didn’t even know about the Settons, else I would have found you a long time ago.”

“But shouldn’t my parents have known the Settons in order to trust me with them?”

He shrugged. “Maybe you should ask your adopted parents. You know a lot more than you did before. Your adoption is something I can’t help with any more than your girls can.”

“Do you know which agency they went through for my adoption? I haven’t seen the papers on it.”

“Again, if you had been adopted through an agency, the Magi would have found you. I think you were given directly to the Settons and it was arranged for you to be adopted by them should something happen to your parents.”

“That makes it sound like my parents were expecting something.”

Michael nodded. “Think about it, Ral. Your parents broke the First Law. They were going to be Banished and would have no way to defend you.”

“Did they purposefully go to the South Pacific looking to die?”

He shook his head quickly. “No. They weren’t the kind to give up. Something happened in that hurricane. And I’ll bet my lucky scarf that other Magi had something to do with it.”

I nodded. It made sense. The Magi wanted to find me and end my existence to stop this prophecy from happening. My parents, for whatever reason, resolved to follow through with keeping me safe instead of helping things remain as they were. Did they really want the world to come to an end? Or did that prophecy speak of someone else? I couldn’t believe the former. “Find that prophecy, it’s the key to all of this.”

Michael nodded and shook my hand before leaving.

The girls and I watched Michael walk down to his car. I noticed the heavier falling snow and realized that the blizzard we had heard about on the radio the night before was here. Our plans to go into town were cancelled, especially by foot.

For a moment, while I watched Michael, I felt uneasy. I felt like someone was watching me. Chloe and Yvonne were still there at either side of me, but like me, they had watched Michael leave. Besides, my links to them were wide open. If it had been either of them looking, or watching me, I would have known.

I looked out and around. The trees that made a wall between the house and town were coated white with the falling snow. The field across the street was also quickly turning white. In the other direction, more trees turning white. If there was anyone around, I would have seen them. Then the feeling died away as Michael drove off. Maybe it was something about him. Shaking off the feeling, I stepped back inside and closed the door.

The house had central heating which was doing its job, but I wanted to busy myself with something. The girls made a quick lunch while I used the wood next to the fireplace and I started a fire. Once its merrily crackling warmness was going, the three of us sat in front of it eating. I told them most of what I had learned from Michael. I would have shared the memories with them, but as heavily as it filled my head I didn’t think either of them would be ready for it. These, after all, were things I wanted to know. I did share some things with them, like the information on the Houses and some of the faces I got from Michael. That way if they ran into someone and recognized them, they could warn me. When finished, they took the dishes back to the kitchen and I sat back on the couch. Both girls returned and cuddled up to me.

“Ral, if Mind Magi use normal humans to... what was it called? Energize their powers? And they are as close to their schiavi as Michael says, then do you think you could well and truly accept our bonds?”

I knew she was talking about the bonds I had with all of my girls rather than just the one she and I shared. That didn’t cause my hesitation though. She was right. None of the other Magi had a moral issue with bonding to someone. However, what Michael said came up again. “Michael said my bond with you is unique, to his knowledge. I have manipulated you into wanting to stay with me.”

Chloe shook her head. “I don’t care, you’re not letting me go.” It was the most selfish thing she had said in quite some time. I knew some had been clingy before I bound to them, but the bonds seemed to amplify the others’ need to hold onto me.

Wait, Michael’s memories said that the bond increased the desire for the schiavi to want to be with the Mage they were bound to. “What if... What if I tried to bind with someone who didn’t want to be with me?” I asked myself. Of course the girls were right there and could hear me. I looked at one and then the other. “All of you met me under the influence of my Charm. You already wanted to be with me sexually, and during our first interlude I bound you to me. Not only did I manipulate you to want to be with me but I strengthened that bond so that even when my Charm wore off the desire to be with me remained.”

“Ral, it doesn’t sound all that different than other Magi. Wouldn’t they bind with someone who wanted to be with them in the first place?” Yvonne asked.

“Yes, but I’m different in that, while you’re being Charmed by me, you’re forced to want to be with me. I’m sure most Magi, like Michael, would have to find their schiavi the old fashioned way: by normal seduction and dating and emotions. Using trial and error, just like finding a wife or a friend they can really trust and count on. I’ve had it easy because my other powers draw anyone to me. Anyone whom I’m already attracted to.”

“What’s wrong with that?” asked Chloe.

“Don’t you see? None of your would have dated me under normal circumstances, let alone dropped your panties for me like you did, if not for my Charm!”

Chloe, apparently feeling my depression coming on, snuggled up tighter against me, pressing her soft breasts into my arm. “I would have dated you. I certainly would have been happy to fuck you the first time we met even if not for your Charm.” She pressed her cheek against my shoulder and tried to worm her well-contained boobs around my arm.

I knew she would probably date me even without my powers, but, “Chloe, I wouldn’t have had the stamina to keep up with you, my paramour. You have an appetite that would scare most people. Either I would have run for the hills or you would have dumped me for not being able to keep up.

Yvonne pulled my face around and kissed me. I wasn’t the deep, probing kiss that usually got my engines revving, but it was still nice. “Ral, you have to stop this,” she said softly. “Right now, there are how many Mind Magi out there looking for you? You cannot hope to survive if you begin to worry about such petty details. You have more in this room than anyone else can claim. Back in Texas, there are even more. To question our decisions to stay with you, manipulated by your powers or not, is to question us. Our one rule is to not do anything that we do not wish to do. If you did not wish to be our protector, our lover, our friend, you would not have. You would have set us free months ago. Instead you have chosen to take care of us, all of us, in all the ways that matter to us. So, please, no more thoughts on this. You are so special, in so many ways, you don’t need to worry about why we are with you. Please, just accept it. We have.”

Yvonne was right. I was worrying about details that really held no relevance to the issues at hand. No one cared how many women were bound to me, none of them cared. I was the only one who seemed bothered by it and I knew it wouldn’t just go away. Those feelings of guilt. I could suppress them and most likely learn to live with them, but I would never lose them.

Yvonne was right about something else too. The Mind Magi were looking for me, and not exactly to invite me among them, that was for sure. I needed ways to defend myself, and from Michael’s comments and memories it sounded like I needed to be more confident with my powers. I would have to try to discover any other powers that lie dormant within me too. I wouldn’t just lie down and die for the Mind Magi because right here, I had two outstanding reasons to go on living. Back in Texas there were eleven more and in Florida, one last one.

I pulled Yvonne in for a kiss. Soft and sensual. I wanted to thank her for her insight and even reward Chloe for attempting to cheer me up.

“You two wouldn’t mind being my guinea pigs for a bit would you?”

Yvonne was still reeling from the kiss but Chloe spoke up immediately. “Absolutely! What do you want to do, make my boobs bigger?”

I grinned. “I might work on body manipulation, but I have a pretty good handle on that ability. Besides,” I added as I squeezed one of her proffered tits, “Your boobs are very much perfect for you already.”

Chloe pouted a bit, but I leaned in and kissed her too, sucking on that protruding lower lip. She melted into my embrace, ready to give over to whatever I wanted.

“What do you have in mind darling?” Yvonne asked, almost purring in my ear.

I hugged both of them closer, getting excited with them pressed to me. “I need to try a few new things, see if I can do anything new.”

“Why new? You already have a wide range of abilities,” Yvonne said.

“My abilities seem more attuned to sex, except my speed and strength.”

“You can command at a touch,” Chloe said. Yvonne hadn’t been present when Vikkor had invaded the apartment I had before school started, but she got the memories from me after everyone had settled from the event.

“At touch,” I said pointedly, “but if I am tied up and can’t touch someone, I might not be able to send commands like that.”

“I don’t know Ral, getting us to do something doesn’t require your abilities,” Yvonne said.

“But getting you to do something you wouldn’t normally want to do might.” Her eyes widened at my words. “I’m not going to make you do anything dangerous, obviously, but little things like picking up a book or something. Something you might not normally do and would ask yourself why you did it in the first place.”

Yvonne tried to relax. Just the idea of someone being able to control another like that gave her the chills. To a degree it did me too, but I knew it was something I might need. I didn’t want to fight anyone but with the Mind Magi believing that I would have to be destroyed to stop the fulfillment of this prophecy...

“Is there anything else?” Yvonne asked.

“There are a few things. Like possibly reading minds. I can feel your emotions because you’re bound to me. I’m sure if I practice, that telepathic connection we made yesterday could become more consistent. I want to see if I can extend that ability to those not bound to me.”

“Keep it simple then. Start with just their emotions, like ours. Then work up to it.”

I nodded. “Okay. I also need some other ability in case I’m in a situation that doesn’t involve another person.”

“Then again try pushing the envelope on one of your existing abilities. Like your ability to manipulate flesh. Work on manipulating inanimate objects,” Chloe suggested.

I knew Chloe was smart, but give the girl a prize! I gave her a kiss. “Good thinking.”

“Ral, what about your own body? What if you were able to change your appearance like Renée can?” That reminded me that Renée was unique with her abilities too. Was she truly a child of the program or something else? Magi binding didn’t apply the House Lord or Lady’s mark to the other Mage. So why did she carry my mark like the rest of the girls, yet have her own innate abilities? It was a question that would have to wait.

I nodded my head to Yvonne. “I can change how others look. If I could change my appearance it might help me hide more efficiently.” I gave Yvonne another kiss, but she held me to her and I could feel her heating up.

As our kiss broke, she said, “We will help you in any way we can.”

I nodded and pulled her in for another kiss. With our links wide open I could feel their emotions, but I was still curious about the more direct mind link that I had established with all of my girls before leaving home. Could I hear their thoughts again? Could they hear mine? I needed to stop questioning myself and just try.

Continuing to kiss Yvonne and feeling Chloe open up and latch onto my neck like a big horny leech, I thought ~Chloe, pull your top up. Pull up your top and let your big breasts out to the cool air. I want to see your hard nipples.~ The house wasn’t that cool, but to her chest it would feel like it. If she heard me.

I felt her kisses slow down the instant I made the mental command. I could feel her excitement grow but there was confusion too. She knew I was kissing Yvonne and there was no way I could speak with the Russian’s tongue so far in my mouth.

I thought the command again and Chloe pulled back completely. I could feel her elation and there was no more confusion. She started to pull her top off completely. Her thoughts jumped out at me, ~Yes! Let’s get naked...~

I mentally told her, ~No! Only pull it up. I want your breasts framed by your top and bra.~

Chloe apparently heard me and realized that I had probably heard her thoughts. My orders made her even more wet and I reached down her back and pushed up her shirt a bit so I could feel her soft skin directly.

Chloe did as I told her. She pulled her top up and then took her time pulling each breast from the cups of her bra, leaving the bra to help outline her shape. Next she got up on her knees. I dropped my hand down over her shapely bottom and pushed my fingers between her legs. I wasn’t touching her skin anymore, but I could feel the heat of her sex through the leggings she wore. She leaned against me again, putting her breasts level with my face.

Yvonne noticed and pulled back from our kiss. Eager to get in on the same action, she got up on her knees too as I turned to face the hard nubs waiting for my attention. I may not have liked the idea of absolute control over my girls that I had, but there were moments that I certainly appreciated the possibilities. Now that I was working on the mental communication between me and my girls, why not take advantage of the empty house too?

Chloe moaned delightfully as I pressed my face into her soft cleavage. She didn’t try to direct me in any way, allowing me to just take her in whatever way I wanted. It was the way I always believed she thought, but with the link between us starting to take on a new aspect, I could finally hear what she was really thinking.

~ Oh, he feels so good. He’s so soft, so gentle. I wish he’d just suck on my tits. Just nibble on my nipples and try to drink me down with his wonderful lips and tongue.~

I knew she had sensitive breasts. I also knew she would never actually ask me to do what she wanted. She seemed to enjoy the anticipation as much as the act because she was patient. Oh, so very patient. Slowly I kissed and licked my way toward her left nipple. Her soft skin, warm against my face. Her thoughts of what she wanted to suck on making me throb.

Behind me, Yvonne had mimicked Chloe, pulling up the tank top she wore and lifting each of her heavy tits from their confines of her special order bra. When my ability to manipulate flesh had first manifested, Yvonne had been an unintended subject for changes I wanted her to have. At the time, she had thought the new figure I had given her had always been hers, and that change scared me more than anything. She finally understood that I had modified her memory too because none of her clothes would fit her properly any more. However, I never heard her complain about the change to her memory, nor had any of the others raised any words of concern over it either. I was certain the bonds that made them want to stay with me made them accept what had happened too, but with everything going on at the time, I forgot about it until now.

Unlike Chloe, who waited for me to make all the moves, Yvonne would pull me to her for attention. I was sitting with my shoulders turned to Chloe, so Yvonne was at my back. I still had a hand on my Russian’s thigh but she wanted me to give her exposure some of the wet loving Chloe was receiving. I distinctly heard, “Now you have four tits to suck on,” but wasn’t sure if Yvonne said it or thought it. Then she pulled my shoulder until I was sitting back on the couch again. Both women looked down at me. Both with large, round breasts out, hard puckered nipples pointing at my face and grins that told me they were enjoying this.

~Chloe, if you can hear me, reach over and tweak Yvonne’s nipple.~

Chloe smiled. I could feel her further excitement and heard, ~Okay, maybe we can finish what we started this morning...~ as she followed my mental instructions.

Yvonne returned the gesture but not because I told her too.

~Yvonne, if you can hear me, pull Chloe to you for a deep kiss.~

She smiled and did just that. Both of the girls closed the gap once Chloe understood what Yvonne wanted. I watched closely as their mouths opened and their tongues met before their lips did. Neither held back as they worked their jaws and tongues, feeling, tasting and enjoying the show they knew they were putting on for me. It wasn’t like it wasn’t turning them on either.

~Join us, Ral. Make it a hot three-way kiss,~ I heard Yvonne. With Chloe’s tongue in her mouth, I knew she hadn’t said the words. So, being more than willing to do what it took to keep my girls happy, I sat up and kissed both of their cheeks.

They pulled apart smiling and they both pressed together while pulling my face into the mish-mash. It wasn’t as intimate as a one-on-one kiss, but it was interesting. My girls usually just took turns kissing me if I were with more than one, but these two were adventurous and submissive. It had so many possibilities.

All of us were pretty heated up but not knowing when my family would return we decided to go upstairs. The girls giggled and wrapped an arm around their own breasts as I groped their butts while chasing them.

Once in my room, Chloe didn’t bother with her own clothes. ~I want to taste his big cock...~ she thought, but she stood by silently waiting for me to tell her what I wanted.

Yvonne had no such need and stood by my bed and slowly let the button-up shirt fall from her shoulders.

“Do you want me to undress, Master?” Chloe asked.

I looked at her and thought, ~I want to practice using our bonds for communication, my paramour. So say nothing with your lips and tongue. Let your thoughts drift and think anything you want to.~

~I want to taste you...~ was the first thing that slid through her mind. ~... to feel you cum in my mouth... so sweet, so yummy...~ Her eyes had drifted over me and settled on the tent in my pants. Then she looked back up. ~May I undress you?~

I nodded and she stepped behind me. Reaching around, she began pulling my sweater up. Her hands roamed over my abs and chest. With the difference in height, her breasts and hard nipples pressed into my lower back. Though the room was cool because of the dropping temperature outside, Chloe’s touch warmed me up. A lot.

I looked back over at Yvonne as she pulled the tank top up over her head. Her eyes locked onto mine and the burning desire there ran through me in waves. It was like a hot bite of food that I had to move around quickly in my mouth, lest I get burned, but this was to keep from settling down deep in the core of my body. My abs burned with that desire and I throbbed against my pants.

Chloe pushed my sweater up and I pulled it off over my head. Her hands immediately glided down my skin and began working on my pants. I continued watching Yvonne as she reached behind her back, thrusting her chest out. I was just out of reach, but that was the point. She was teasing me, and with Chloe’s hands on me and her breasts pressed to my back, Yvonne knew I would be ripe for anything she wanted.

~What do you want, my Russian?~ I thought at her.

~Mm... to feel your hard body pressed to me. The feel of your chest under my hands. Your long, thick cock pushing into me. Your lips on my neck and nipples.~

Chloe got my pants open just as Yvonne answered me. Chloe, following my order to undress me, squatted down and helped to remove my shoes, socks and pants while I continued to watch Yvonne.

Yvonne’s eyes fell to my hardness. ~You’re so big. I can’t wait till you’re filling me with your lovely cock, stretching me and making me yours again and again.~ She looked up and met my eyes while she dropped her bra. She hefted her breasts, holding them up, offering them to me. Then she let them fall to their natural positions and began rubbing and squeezing them as best as she could with her smaller hands.

~You look so big~ I thought. ~Your tiny hands on your breasts.~ I was having trouble focusing on any one thought, so many thoughts and images were running through my head.

Chloe stood back up behind me, rubbing her breasts against me all along my legs and buttocks. Her hands slid up my legs too, lightly touching my skin. ~So muscular, so handsome. My lord and god. My lover and hunk. Let me touch you, please.~ She began to reach for my throbbing shaft, but I held her hands back.

~Come here Chloe. Strip for me. Let me see you take off your clothes too. Let me devour you with my eyes.~

Chloe didn’t hesitate. She stepped around me. I let go of her hands and she smiled softly as she pulled off her knit top.

Yvonne’s thought caught my attention too. ~Touch yourself, darling. Show us how much you appreciate our bodies. Stroke yourself as we reveal ourselves.~

I didn’t hesitate either. My hand naturally went to my shaft, but it felt odd. After the night I met Renée, my penis began to grow, and not just to become hard. It had become longer that it ever had been previously, and thicker. Before I met her, or any of the others, I was in the habit of masturbating just like any other lonely guy my age, but after I started binding the women who were now mine, I never had to masturbate again. I always had someone willing to touch me in such ways.

Gripping myself wasn’t completely unfamiliar. After all, the girls weren’t the only ones to guide me to their proffered orifices, I usually handled it myself. There was also cleaning myself in the showers. Oh, the girls were perfectly happy to clean me, their wet bodies pressed to my kept me in a constant state of arousal just as much as they were. However, this was an actual first. I had never stroked myself even for their entertainment.

I knew I was bigger, but to actually try to use the same grip, the same motions I remembered from not so many months ago, wasn’t going to be possible. It was like I would have to learn my body all over again. I had to consider the possibility that if my family and I were stuck in the house together because of the blizzard, then I might have to take care of myself a few times. The idea didn’t appeal to me, but what else could I do?

Yvonne’s hungry eyes watched me. I wasn’t doing anything that would get me close to release, but the sight of the two girls ogling me as much as I ogled them helped immensely. Felling their swelling arousal helped too.

Yvonne turned her back to me, smiling over her shoulder with her arms hugging her big titties out of sight. Her jeans, while not tight-tight, were snug and gave off only vague ideas of her shape. I wanted to see her shape. I took in the sight of her back, the way her shoulder blades moved when she hugged herself and how even the gentle curve of her spine turned me on. Then she lowered her arms, but kept her hands in front of her. She watched my hand slide along my shaft faster from the corner of her eye as she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them open. With a tug, the denim tightened and conformed to her posterior, making the soft up-side-down heart shape.

I groaned and turned to Chloe who was also devoid of clothing from the waist up. However, instead of turning around to show off her bottom as she removed her leggings, she thrust her hips forward as she pushed them down from her hips. Her skirt still hid her body but I caught an image of her putting on her clothes this morning with no panties. My hand became more comfortable as I continued to stroke myself.

~I would love to just stop here, having my legs trapped by my leggings while you took me from behind, Master,~ she thought while lifting up her skirt to reveal her trimmed bush and flushed sex. She ran her hands between her legs and I could hear the soft slick sounds as her juice was rubbed against her skin.

Yvonne bent over at the waist as she pushed her pants down. Her amazing bottom, soft, round and pale, was presented for my visual feasting. My fist moved faster, hitting every nerve-ending in my shaft as my excitement grew.

Chloe raised one leg, balancing on the other foot and pulled her shoe, sock and leggings off the raised appendage. Then she switched effortlessly and was left with only the skirt. A quick twirl showed off the fact that she wore nothing else except her heated expression.

Yvonne sat down on my bed and pulled off the last of her clothes. Instead of standing up to remove her panties, she watched me as she rolled back, raising her legs above herself and pulled the last bit of material over her bottom and thighs.

I took a step forward, intending to join her on the bed. Yvonne sat up quickly shaking her head. ~Watch us, darling.~

I whimpered. I was actually getting close to exploding all over the floor.

Yvonne looked over at Chloe, who was playing with her own breasts, licking one nipple while squeezing the other. Chloe looked back at Yvonne and smiled. ~We definitely have to finish what we started this morning.~

I got images of the girls wrapped up in each others’ arms, each with a thigh pressed against the other’s crotch, and both kissing and moaning as they moved against each other.

Chloe crossed the room and I stood rooted to my spot. I had cupped my own sac and gently squeezed and stoked it while fisting my shaft faster and faster.

~If you need to cum, darling, join us and shower us with your seed. But do not approach until you are about to spurt.~ Yvonne thought.

I nodded, but never let my eyes close as she laid back and Chloe climbed over her. They took up the same position they had this morning and their mouths met as the sounds of their wet gyrations filled the room.

I had been teased by my women before. All of them knew it took almost no effort to turn me on, but some would get me into such a state that I would all but attack them with my need. It was never rape, that was a form of violence I would not abide by, not even rape fantasies, but my burning desire made me take them. It was what they wanted, what they craved at the time, instead of the sensual and soft give and take I preferred. I was getting close to just going over to the two brunettes on my bed and cramming one of them full of the throbbing member in my hand.

The girls movements became vigorous. Both of their hips grinding against the others thighs. Their kissing deep and constant. Their hands were roving, groping and pulling as they neared their mutual climax.

Then I felt it, the familiar stir in my sperm factory. My body clenched and I quickly moved forward. The sudden use of my legs held me off long enough to get to the bed, but once I was on my knees, with the tip of my length pointed at the girls faces, the pressure released.

Chloe and Yvonne looked over just as the first jet of cum shot out of me. Both of them opened their mouths to me, accepting the fluids they enjoyed drinking and feeling. I didn’t hold anything back and didn’t try to aim as more and more shot out of me. Chloe tried to swallow and a shot hit the side of her face. Yvonne swallowed too but opened up again just as the next shot came.

By the time I finished, both had cum on their faces. Each of them had reached out to touch me and stroke my sensitive organ while I sat back to recover. Those hands stroked me while they kissed again and began licking the mess off each others faces.

I recovered quickly, just like I always did since my abilities had manifested. I could still hear their thoughts of what we could do next and I added my own advice, ~Stay where you both are.~

I got off the bed. They were laying sideways on it which allowed me to stand next to it and still be able to offer what they both wanted.

Chloe, being on top of Yvonne, had her back arched and presented her bottom to me. I ran my hands over her cheeks and pressed my abs to it. Her heated sex felt so good against me, even though I wasn’t enveloped in it.

~Fuck us Master. First Yvonne and then me. Fuck us both for making you masturbate while we enjoyed each other’s touch.~

Chloe didn’t want to be punished. It was just a game. However, I liked the idea. Pushing Chloe’s leg aside, I rubbed Yvonne’s slick and heated crotch.

~No!~ Yvonne thought. ~Take Chloe first. I want you somewhere else.~ Did I mention that Yvonne was the only woman in my entourage who enjoyed anal sex? I had learned that the others would do it if I wanted them to, but none of them found it as exciting or enjoyable as Yvonne did. There were times she would join me and that was all she wanted. I had also learned that if she and I were going to go that way, it had to be the last thing I did until I cleaned myself up.

~Okay,~ I thought to Yvonne. ~Chloe you’re first,~ I thought to the top girl as I pushed her hips down toward my waiting pole.

Chloe looked at me over her shoulder and wiggled her hips a bit. I lined up and pressed forward, sinking into her, filling her, pressing against her cervix in a way that added a touch of pain, but not so much it was overwhelming. There was also the fact that I had adjusted all of my girls so that sex with me wouldn’t cause them any damage. They got an additional bump from our grind, but it mostly added to that feeling of fullness that my long girth provided.

Chloe lost her control and began chanting, “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” until Yvonne pulled her face back around and drove her tongue into my paramour’s mouth. Chloe melted all over Yvonne, kissing, fondling, filling and bucking.

I held those hips, feeling her soft skin and the muscles working underneath while pumping in and out of her. Chloe may have been the shortest of my women, but she more than enjoyed the full-to-overflowing feel of how I packed into her. She wasn’t as tight as Erin, but she was snug and I could feel how I hit the back of her canal and pressed it forward. Each time I sank into her, I drove in until those soft globes of her bottom pressed to my pelvis. Chloe was thrashing and it took some effort to hold her while I ground myself toward a second climax. I could feel her delirious state as orgasm after orgasm washed over her. The quivering walls of her inner body gripped and release, rolled and seemingly sucked me into her until finally my balls tightened and the burning pleasure of my seed emptied out into her.

I had grown used to the quivering, jelly-like feel of my legs after a good orgasm. I had also learned how to either fall gracefully to the floor when it was too much, or take a moment to lean against something as I recovered. In this case, I leaned over the girls.

With my girth still buried in Chloe, I leaned over, pressing the length of my torso against her back. I knew better than to fully lay on her what with Yvonne laying under Chloe.

Chloe’s eyes were rolled up in the back of her head as she slowly fell from the blissful sensations still rolling around in her. Yvonne looked up at me and smiled. Her eyes still burned with her own need and I knew that it would take a herd of rampaging rhinos crashing through the room to keep it from happening.

I kissed Chloe’s cheek and neck. She pressed into me which raised her off of Yvonne a bit. I could see my Russian’s expression of slight relief and thought we might have to rearrange things.

I was about to send thoughts to both of them when I heard Yvonne. ~I like the pressure, darling. I just need to breathe on the occasion. Now, before Chloe decides to roll away, fill me with your rod.~

I nodded and sat up. My legs were strong once again and I pulled out of Chloe. The mess coating me helped with the lube needed to ease things along for Yvonne. She was already relaxed and my tip slipped past her first ring of muscles easily. I always took it slow with Yvonne when doing this. Even though I had adjusted her so she couldn’t be hurt this way, she was still tight and had to relax to allow me entrance. Better safe than sorry.

Keeping up the pressure, I watched as inch after inch of my fully ready man-meat disappeared between her cheeks.

Chloe knew what was happening and like all of my women, knew that this was going to be the finale of our session until I got cleaned up. ~Maybe I can get him to fill me up again in the shower...~ Chloe thought. She kissed Yvonne who began her own wriggling as I continued to push deeper into her bowels.

~I’ll never grow tired of feeling so full of your huge cock darling!~ Yvonne thought as Chloe kept her tongue occupied. ~I only wish I could taste more of your seed...~ Images of me whipping my cock out of her ass and her sitting up to accept me into her mouth as I unloaded ran through her mind. It didn’t disgust me, quite the opposite, because she was curious what it would taste like.

~If we clean you out properly, we could find out...~ I offered as my pelvis met her cheeks and I sank in until there was no more to give.

~So full! So fucking full! Fuck me Ral! Fuck my ass!~

I pulled back a couple of inches and slammed home. Yvonne grunted into Chloe’s probing mouth and I could feel her muscles gripping me. Over and over, I moved only out a bit and slammed back in. It was what she had taught me to do to loosen her up and once I felt her relax enough, I made the strokes longer. With the level of the bed she was laying on and the length of stroke I was providing, my legs should have been burning with the effort, but like my recuperative ability for sex, I could maintain the position and action for quite some time. Also considering I had already had two orgasms, I wasn’t racing to the third. It would happen, because I was feeling Yvonne’s need and it burned in me like it did her, but not as quickly.

Chloe rose up off of Yvonne but didn’t roll away like Yvonne had thought she might. Instead, she turned around, placing her delicious thighs on either side of Yvonne’s head and lowered herself down to greet Yvonne’s leaking and swollen lips. My paramour wasn’t bashful about adding to Yvonne’s pleasure as she lapped and sucked on Yvonne’s sensitive sex. Chloe knew better than to go too far and completely focused on my Russian’s opening and the protruding nub.

Yvonne pulled Chloe’s bottom down until she could return the favor Chloe provided her. I couldn’t see what she did to Chloe, but the writhing of Chloe’s body over Yvonne’s told me she was enjoying it all the same.

I was careful with Chloe’s head close enough to bump rather than her ass. Occasionally she would look up at me grinning and think something like ~Your cock is so sexy fucking her ass,~ or ~One day, I want my ass fucked just as deeply, just as hard.~

They say it’s the thought that counts, but Chloe had tried anal with me before. It turns out that she didn’t get the same type of orgasm from it as she did whenever we had regular sex. It didn’t bother me either way, but knowing she was still unfulfilled that night, I had led her to the showers, and after cleaning myself off, given her several doses of sperm showers.

I wasn’t sure why she would reconsider anal sex until I saw images of her using one of her many toys while enjoying the deep penetration of me in her ass. ~You want to be double penetrated?~ I thought. She smiled back at me, nodded, and then returned to Yvonne’s crotch. Then the images of the different toys were joined by one of Yvonne wearing a strap on, fulfilling the fantasy Chloe was enjoying.

Yvonne was getting closer, and I was beginning to catch up. As my pace sped up, Yvonne patted Chloe’s back side and motioned her off. Chloe complied and Yvonne held out her arms toward me. I leaned in, pressing deeply into her quivering bottom and she arched as the beginning of her orgasm began. She pressed her lips to mine, her tongue driving in and intertwining with mine.

I was getting close to my third release, bucking hard, slamming into her more fiercely. Chloe ran her hands over my back, feeling my body work as I began racing toward the orgasm Yvonne was already riding. Then I felt Chloe reach past my leg and gently squeeze my sac. All at once, the surge came forth and I pressed fully into Yvonne’s sphincter to empty the juices that had built up slowly after my first two releases.

I was rigid from head to toe, and Yvonne joined me as we sang out our mutual pleasures. Once I had drained into her completely, I slumped forward and my Russian held me. Chloe pressed in beside us and Yvonne and I pulled her close.

I might have to resort to masturbation a couple of times this coming week, but it wouldn’t be without something to visualize as I gazed into each woman’s eyes and was met with satisfaction.