My Awakening

My Awakening

 

Part 8

 

I woke up to some loud sound. A door shutting... or opening. In my groggy pseudo-sleep, I wasn't sure which. Hell, it may have been part of a dream. Whatever it was, I was awake. I rolled over a couple times, considering exactly what I'd do tonight. Though, I didn't know what I had around to play with, either. I stopped time, and got up. The blanket stayed where I threw it, over one side of the bed in mid air. Oh well, I left it there and left my room. I walked down the stairs to the hallway from the front door, and turned to the kitchen, then went down the stairs to the room to the garage, and I saw my cop slave carrying a box towards the stairs. The door wasn't closed all the way, so I went outside and looked in her car. It wasn't her cruiser, but I assumed her normal car. A Cavalier, full of boxes.

I went back inside and pulled down her pants. She was wearing a T-shirt and some loose sweat pants. Of course, she was not wearing any underwear. Her ass had red and purple stripes across it. There were so many, they crossed and blurred near the middle of each cheek. There was something a little sticky and shiny on her ass, then I recalled my order earlier that day. I spanked each cheek hard once and pulled her pants back up.

"You should have spent more time observing. I do not want you to ever wear clothes in this house. I don't even want you to have clothes on in the garage. The instant even your big toe is inside this house, you will have already taken off all of your clothes, unless expressly told by me to put something on. I never stated the rule, so those slaps were a warning for future infraction of the rule. This is what you will realize, and you will go back outside, take off your clothes, then continue as you were. You may, however, have your clothes inside to wash and store, but nothing else. When you're done with what you're doing, go upstairs and cook a dinner large enough to serve six, but that can be stored for seconds in case not that many people show up."

I went back outside, and looked around. From the top of the driveway, only a small portion of the road below could be seen, thanks in part to a couple large trees along the driveway and some along the road. There was room for two cars to park at the top of the drive-way, then two spots in the garage. I considered building a fence around my front yard. My back yard was completely private, due to a hill leading to a forest in back, then a fence on the side with the drive-way, and a natural shrub and tree blockade of the other side. The fence continued down either side of my property, to near the road. It was six feet tall and wooden. I thought about having it painted.

I went back inside, and up the stairs, through the kitchen, into the living room. Amanda was facing my left, towards the hall leading from the kitchen to the front door, where an archway opened into the living room. She was completely nude, on her knees, hands on her head, limbs spread out from her body and exposing her as a good slave would be. She looked incredibly worried. It was cool in my house, but she was sweating. Her C rack was firm and shapely, due to her age. She had a landing strip, leading down to a small mound. She was equal in beauty to the blond, being a nine at worst. She was obviously very tense.

"Amanda, You have a problem. You cannot get enough cum. It's the best thing you've ever tasted, and you're addicted to it. Whenever you see male cum, especially my cum, you will do everything in your power to drink all of it, or as much as you can reasonably get. Whenever you see a dick, you have the strongest urge, like the compelling of a drug addiction, to suck on it for the cum. You will do anything to make the dick cum. It's much more important, after all, for the dick to cum, than for you to drink the cum. You want the dick to cum more than you want to drink it, but once it does cum, you will do anything you can think of and are allowed to do to drink the cum. By this, I mean that you will do anything told or asked to get the dick to cum, and you must do whatever told or asked before allowed to drink the cum. The person who came is the one to give you permission. It's implied you're allowed to drink cum that is in your mouth or is on you. This craving is the most sexually arousing thing you can think of, though a dick cumming, and the flavor of cum, are exponentially better and more arousing than even an orgasm. You want my cum at least thrice as badly as any other. You cannot ever break this addiction, and you will never consider trying. Also, every time I touch you, you become aroused."

I happened to glance out the window just then, and saw A small red car about to turn into my drive-way. I missed it earlier because of the trees. The brunette and blond were in it. There were boxes in the back. Ha ha. I hadn't yet considered exactly where all of everyone's things would go. Oh well.

I went to my room and got on my computer. I started time. This way, everyone who was about to be here would be, and I could check my email, and what-not. I heard a shout from near the garage, and something hit the floor. I assumed it was the cop, feeling the smacks and dropping her box. The door opened and shut a couple times, and I could hear talking. I wondered what the cop was talking with the blond and brunette about, so I went over to my door and opened it a crack so I could listen.

"He never told us that."

"Well... he never actually told me, either."

"Then how do you know it's a rule?!"

"Well, just a couple moments ago, I... I got... I was spanked. I don't know how, but then I knew the rule. I just... knew it, after that."

"Well, I'm not taking my clothes off just because you say I should. I'll do it when that's what I'm told."

"What the hell are you two talking about? He?"

"Master.", came two voices.

"Who's Mast..." I stopped time and went down to the room they were in, the one right at the garage. Each of them had a box in their hands.

I whispered to the brunette, "I am your master, and everyone else's master who lives in this house. You do everything I say, and you will now realize when I say something and you begin doing it, unless I say 'Simon says', beforehand." I raised my voice to say to all of them, "Anything you hear from another of my slaves about a rule, you will believe them and act accordingly."

I took the box from the blond's hands, and pulled down her skirt. I lifted her shirt and bra up to uncover her breasts. I went around her and slapped each of her ass-cheeks as hard as I could. Back on the other side, I did the same with her tits. I pinched her nipples and pulled her tits out, then slapped them again. I spanked her a couple more times. Then, I slapped her once across the face. I replaced the box in her hands and fixed her clothes.

"You now know that you are not allowed to wear clothes in this house, as the cop just told you the rule." I went back upstairs and got back on my computer, and started time. I heard the blond scream and something hit the ground, then I heard the door slam. The other two talked quietly, wondering what happened. I heard a car door opened and shut. The door opened back up, and the blond said that the rule was real, in a shaken voice. I heard the door again, but quieter, and it took more time. The cop and the blond started talking. I stopped paying attention.

After a while of the door opening and closing, things being taken to the basement, it stopped. After another short while, I heard a loud smack from the living room, and then a loud cuss from a young, feminine mouth. I heard another smack and someone started yelling. I walked down the stairs, into the living room, and the blond was standing about three feet from Amanda, pointing her finger at her and yelling that she'd better not try that again. The brunette was right behind her, watching. I could see the cop standing in front of the stove looking towards the living room from the hallway, before I entered the room.

"What's going on here?" I asked.

Everyone turned to me, but nobody as animated as the blond, "She slapped my ass hard! Twice!", she held up two fingers, then turned back to Amanda and took a step towards her with a raised fist. Amanda slapped her ass as soon as it was in range. She had a horror stricken face and was shaking. The blond swung her fist at Amanda's face. I froze time immediately. I grabbed the blond's hand and pulled out two fingers from the fist. I spit on them, and pulled her arm around herself and placed the two fingers in her own ass. I started time.

The blond's arm wrenched in her ass as she screamed, and she buckled over backwards falling flat on her back. By the time she was on the floor, her right hand was in front of her face and she was staring at it in amazement, while her other hand was rubbing her asshole. The brunette moved to help her up, but I motioned for her not to.

"What the fuck?!" The blond began shouting.

"None of my slaves are allowed to harm any of my other slaves unless I tell them to, no exceptions. What happened to your hand was my doing. I have ultimate power over my slaves, so you'd better fucking behave, got me?"

"Yes master!" The blond shouted out, scared that if she didn't say it loudly something else bad might happen.

"Blond, go help the cop with dinner."

The blond got up, avoided my gaze, and raced to the kitchen. I could hear her start talking with the cop, but I didn't care about that conversation. I looked up to the brunette, who looked fearfully at me.

"Sit in the chair facing this newest slave. Say and do nothing until I give you permission." The brunette sat down, and I turned to Amanda. She was breathing slowly but heavily, licking her lips. She was staring at my dick. Her nipples were hard, and her mound had turned a deep pink. I approached her slowly, and she looked up at my eyes, opening her mouth. She had a pleading look, then she looked back at my dick as though she was having a hard time looking anywhere else. I got six inches from her, and she moved her head forward, stretching her neck as far as she could. She got very close, less than an inch. She stuck out her tongue and began licking my dick softly.

Of course that was turning me on, so I started getting hard.  I moved back a bit when she tried to use her tongue to get my dick in her mouth, and she looked back up at my eyes, begging me with her look. I walked over to the chair, and the brunette looked up at me.

"Lay down on the floor in front of the chair with your feet pointing away from it, head about a foot away." As she began doing that, I stopped time and turned to Amanda. "Amanda, you will come over to the chair and set your pussy on the brunette's mouth and not move it even an inch. In fact, it will be as though you're paralyzed from the waste down, though you will be able to feel everything. You can otherwise move normally. You will only regain control of your legs when you agree that you will forever be my slave slut, doing anything I ever tell you, no questions asked."

I started time, and the brunette got on the floor as I said. Amanda got up, walked over to in front of the chair staring at my dick the whole way, and got in the position I told her to get in. I sat in the chair in front of her. She had her arms to her sides, and she was staring at my dick like she was famished, and it was her only source of nutrition in the whole world. She was holding her head inches from my erect dick, and she looked up at me pleadingly, but then looked back to my dick. She seemed completely unable to look away from it for any meaningful length of time. "Megan, eat out this bitch's cunt like your life depended on it."

Amanda got a weird look on her face, but then she seemed like she was enjoying the brunette's cunnilingus. "Amanda, suck my dick." At my command she immediately went to work on my dick, and she seemed like it was the funnest and sexiest thing she'd ever done. She even seemed to enjoy rubbing my balls and touching my dick with her other hand. In fact, she had an orgasm in under a minute. I turned on the TV and watched some crappy prime-time. I got close to cumming and then just controlled my orgasm to keep on the edge. I wasn't paying much attention to the TV, then. I watched as Amanda sucked my dick. She seemed like her only reason for living was to make me cum, and she seemed to be a bit worried that I hadn't, yet.

Just then, The cop and the blond walked into the living room and announced that dinner was set and ready.

"Cop, go sit at your place. Blond, come over here and face the way I am, put your legs over the arms of the chair, and lower your cunt onto my dick, then fuck it furiously."

The cop left the room, but the blond walked over to the side of the chair and did as I said. Amanda actually leaned back and helped aim my dick for the blond's pussy. She continued playing with my balls. Looking from around the blond, I watched her watching the blond's pussy, waiting for me to cum. The blond was going wild on my dick, and she seemed to be enjoying it. I reached around and played with her tits, pulling on her nipples, pinching, massaging, etc. I was still on the edge.

"blond, beg me to cum deep in your pussy, and, IF I do, hold it in there and stay were you are."

"Please cum in my pussy, Master! Please, please, please!" The blond continued for about ten minutes, I kept playing with her tits and she had two orgasms. At the end of those ten minutes, I came in her pussy. I pulled out and she stayed there. I looked around and Amanda was staring at the blond's pussy and my dick, licking her lips. She looked at me, pleadingly. She had an orgasm, then looked back at my dick and the cum on it in amazement and lust.

"Amanda, I will allow you to lick my dick clean after eating all the cum out of this blonds pussy if, and only IF, you make this promise to me. When you make the promise, you will be given more cum in the future, but on my whim. You must promise to be my slave, to call me nothing other than 'Master', and to do my bidding without question, no matter what that bidding is."

Amanda looked up at me, and she looked exceptionally scared. She glanced back at my dick, and then back to me. She shook her head up and down vigorously, and I told her she could eat my cum. She didn't hesitate for a moment, she dove into the blond's pussy, eating as much of the cum as she could reach with her tongue. She even tried to suck it out of her vagina. While she did that, she had another orgasm. When her orgasm ended, she began licking and sucking my dick, getting the cum off of it. I used my healing power thing to instantly restore my dick. It became erect immediately, while in her mouth, and she began sucking on it excitedly.

"Megan, blond, go sit at the table."

They did as I commanded, and Amanda kept working my dick as though it was the most fantastic thing she had ever done.

"Amanda, sit on my lap facing me and fuck my dick with your ass." Amanda looked up at me, shocked and scared, but she kept jacking me off. She was pleading with her eyes not to have to do as I said. I slapped her hard across the face. She looked at me even more shocked, but she kept jacking me off. I slapped her again and added, "I control when I cum. I will not cum unless you fuck my dick with your ass. If you do not do as I say, I will never allow you to eat my cum again, or to even see me cum. You are my slave, you do exactly as I say, without hesitation, do you have that?"

She nodded 'yes', then got up on the chair with her feet on either side of me. She was holding herself there by the back of the chair, and used her right hand to hold my dick towards her ass. She slowly put the head of my dick in her ass. She was looking me in the face the whole time, pleadingly. She went about another inch, then started slowly moving up and down for about that inch while rubbing my balls with her hand that was holding my dick. She had a grimace on her face, and looked like she was about to cry.

"Sit down all the way on my dick, and fuck the whole god-damned length, bitch!", I shouted at her. I pinched her nipples and pulled her tits. She slouched forward to keep pressure off her tits, but began to slide down my dick. She was going very slowly, though. Her grimace grew as she went down, but she didn't cry. She moved down and inch or so, then paused for a second. She continued moving down, then rested for a second after about each inch. When she got down to the very last inch, she pressed down, then got a pain-filled and shocked look. She jumped up a bit, then pushed back down to where she was. She pushed again, and did the same thing. She stayed where she was, at the last inch, and looked pleadingly at me.

I grabbed her hips, and pushed her down the rest of the way. She opened her mouth as though to yell and threw her head back. She stopped playing with my balls for a bit. I slapped her, and she began to play with them. I pulled her up to my dick head, then pushed her all the way back down a couple times. She had the same reaction each time, but she still played with my balls. Her nipples were still erect and her pussy pink and moist, though. I kept doing it, and her reaction lessened each time. After a while, she was humping my whole dick with her ass under her own power. She began staring me in the eyes, licking her lips, pleading for me to cum. I hung on edge for a couple minutes, telling her to go faster. After a bit, she seemed to be enjoying it. I held her down as I came, and I came for a good two minutes. For the last half minute, she rubbed her pussy furiously. She was cumming when I lifted her off my dick. She, during the last few seconds of her orgasm, reached to her asshole.

"Do not drink any of that yet!" I commanded her, and she looked pleadingly again as she played with her asshole, with the cum on it. She was holding it shut to not spill any. I shoved her off the chair, and she landed roughly. I told her to stay there, and went into the kitchen. The girls at the table looked at me. I told them to reheat the food if it was getting cold. They began doing that, while I grabbed a cup. I returned to the living room and handed Amanda the cup, "Go to the bathroom, and fill this with the cum in your ass. It is the drink you'll have with dinner. You can only drink it after taking your first bite."

She ran to the bathroom. I sat down at my spot, and the girls had all the food back where it was by the time Amanda got back. We had chicken and noodles. Amanda took a bite with her bare hands, then began to drink the whitish-yellow liquid from her cup. She drank it slowly, and masturbated while she did. She had three orgasms in the three minutes it took her to drink it all. She scooped what she could out of the cup with her hand and ate up what she could get that way. That took her ten minutes. I couldn't tell there was anything in the cup to begin with by the time she was done. She looked at the cup for a moment, then looked up at the people around the table, watching her. I was the only one eating, the other girls seemed confused and weirded out. She got red and covered up her tits and pussy, then ran into the living room, towards the hall to the door.

"Come back here, slave!" I shouted. She stuck her head around the corner, not letting anyone look at her. She looked scared and unsure of herself.

"Sit at your place and eat. You will accompany me to bed tonight, so stay here tonight."

Amanda sat back down and poked at her food, taking bites once in a while, with the same ashamed and scared face, watching as the other girls glanced at her and ate their own food.

By the time everyone was done eating and the table was cleaned, I looked at the clock. It was nine PM.

"Alright, girls, go get your clothes and meet me in the garage in ten minutes."

I took a fast shower and got dressed in casual clothes. When I got to the garage, all the girls were nude and holding the clothes they had when they got here. I had them all get in my car, and we went to the mall. Before getting out of the car, I had them dress. They talked a bit, mostly they gave Amanda advice on how to serve me, and that seemed extraordinarily hot. It was almost ten, and the mall speaker system announced that the mall would be closing in five minutes. We got to the lingerie store as they were pulling the metal shutters down. I stopped time.

I got under the shutters, and said to the girl pulling them down "You will let us in. We are honored guests. In fact, we are as royalty, here. You know you must be absolutely nude when I enter the store, and you will apologize if you're not completely naked when I enter. You will refer to me as 'Sir', and bow each time you address me. The standard store hours mean nothing in reference to me, you will serve me in the best way possible, and everything I get will be on the house. Though you know that those with me are my slaves, you are but their humble servant, proud to serve even my slaves, as I am so very important. Each time I'm about ready to leave with whatever I get, you will ask me, graciously, if I could please rate your service. When you ask me that, you will bend over so that your torso is parallel with the ground, holding yourself up with your hands on your ankles. You will spread your legs so that I have easy access to your pussy and ass, and you will hold your head up with your mouth open. If I allow you to give me head, you didn't do as well as you should have, and you will feel extreme shame, though you will complete the head and swallow all of my cum. If I fuck your pussy, your service was acceptable. If I fuck your ass, you will feel extraordinarily proud of yourself. You will have the highest euphoria you've ever had due to how proud you are of your service. You will do anything I ask to the best of your ability so that your service is rated well. Oh, also, whenever I'm here, the store closes so that it can better serve exclusively me and my slaves."

I got back under the shutters and back where I was when I stopped time, and started time back up again. The shutter paused for a moment and was raised quickly. The blond sales-woman had big eyes and hurriedly began stripping out of her black formal clothes. First she shoved her long skirt down to the ground, then pulled down her panties and stockings. She unbuckled her high heels and stepped out of her shoes and garments at the same time. When she got back up, I could see that she had a wide landing strip. She quickly pulled her turtle neck over her head, but I was in the doorway before it was off. She began apologizing as she placed it on the ground and quickly pulled off her bra, dropping it on the pile of clothes. Her glasses stayed on. She had a B cup, and she kept herself in good shape.

"Sir, I am terribly sorry that I was not nude when you arrived," she began as she bowed, "but I was about to close, and I was not aware that you were coming, today." After my slaves got in the store, the sales woman pulled down the shutter and locked it.

"I will forgive you today, but only if you allow me to kick your snatch."

"Of course, Sir, anything." She replied, even though she had an incredibly worried look on her face. She spread her legs and crossed her arms under her tits. I got positioned and ready, and I looked her in the eye. She looked tense and scared, staring at my foot. I stepped in and delivered a kick to her exposed mound. She bounced up, then crumpled to the floor breathing heavily and moaning, holding her snatch. She stood back up a bit later, and still held her snatch. She had a look of pain on her face and kept shifting her weight as though that might help, but asked me what I was looking for, today.

"I'm looking for some beachwear that will show off the bodies of my slaves, for when we go to the beach tomorrow."

"Yes, Sir." She lead us to the back where the beachwear was. There were four racks of it, and it came in all different shapes and sizes.

I motioned at the racks while looking at the group of my slaves, "Take off your clothes and pick whatever swimming suits you want. However, they must be extremely revealing. So revealing that you will get embarrassed when you wear them, and a false move may just reveal more than is legal. Get something that you would consider too revealing or dirty even to use as lingerie. Try them on and show me so that I can approve."

As they stripped and began looking through the selection, I turned to the sales-woman. She was watching the girls and turned to look at me when she noticed I was looking at her. She was still rubbing her cunt to help the pain. She bowed, "May I help you with anything else, Sir?"

"Not right now." I told her, as I grabbed the arm she was using to rub her pussy. She looked at me questioningly, but allowed me to move her arm. I placed my hand where hers was, and rubbed in the same manner she was, "How badly does it hurt?"

"Very badly, Sir. In fact, I think it was the worst pain I've ever felt." She began to shift her weight as I rubbed, as though I was doing it too hard. I placed my fingers firmly and evenly along her cunt, and my palm was firm just above it. She sighed, but made no move to stop me. I slowly pressed harder, and harder. She tilted her head and breathed a bit heaver. She shut her eyes for a couple seconds, then looked back to me. As I pressed, she began to stand on her toes. I was mostly holding her up to stand on her toes, instead of simply pressing, when she got as high as I thought she could maintain. I played with her ass-cheeks and tits for a couple minutes with my free hand.

"Actually," I began, "you should try something on the same way I'm having them do it, you look to be the same size as one of my slaves." I let her go, and she replaced her hand on her mound.

"Yes, Sir." she bowed and began looking through the racks. Just then, the blond walked up to me.

"Is this revealing enough, Master?", she asked as she turned slowly. At the base of her neck was where her black suit started. It circled her neck and formed the beginning of tight sleeves. From the bottom of the sleeves came a strap that widened as it went across her tits, though it only got about two inches thick. In the center of the neck, and attached to the strap across her tits, was a strap about that wide that ran down the length of her front, covered her pussy with about an inch of material, then ran back up her back as a thong, and widened to two inches at the neck again. A thinner version of the front straps repeated on the back.

"That's perfect, go wait at the counter." The blond walked over to the counter and leaned against it, watching over at the rest of us.

The brunette came up to me, and asked if what she got was good enough. She turned around to show off what she got. She had a more or less standard thong on. It was black with yellow edges, and it was pretty small. Her top, however, covered most of her gorgeous tits. I told her to find a different top, or something altogether different. She needs to show off more of her tits.

Amanda approached me and turned. It was a thong composed almost entirely of black string. The strings met in the back within her ass crack, probably half her crack was above it. The strings went over her hips and back down the front, not meeting until past the pussy, but about half an inch above the pussy another string went across, and red material covered the pussy. The top was like a standard bikini top made of those same kinds of strings at the bottom, but the red part over the tits was much smaller, covering only the nipples and about half an inch from either as it came to the points of the triangles.

"That's wonderful, go wait with the blond."

The brunette came back wearing the same bottom. The top had the same colors as the bottom, and the same basic style as the top she just had, but the triangles didn't cover all of her areolas.

"Yes, that will do, go wait at the counter." She joined the other two with acceptable suits.

The sales-woman approached me, turning in the same basic show as the others, and asked if what she picked out was good enough. She was wearing a red bikini. The top had the same basic design as any other bikini top, except the triangle had no material in between the strings from the bottom string all the way to just above where her areolas started, and the sides and top didn't cover all of the rest of her areolas. The bottoms were a string thong, and it had a string crossing above the pussy. From the center of that string, another string ran down the center of the front, matching where her pussy's opening was, and almost exactly where her pussy started, another cross string was. It had material where two triangles formed on either side of of the center string, almost exactly covering her pussy, with no room to move without revealing her pussy lips at all. The center string was tight, and gave her an obvious camel toe.

"That will do for Susan. Go wait for me behind the counter." She walked over to the counter, stripping off the bikini she was displaying. She got to the counter and put it in a bag, which she placed on the counter.

The police woman was the last to come show me her bikini. She turned like the others and simply waited for my reply. She was wearing what I'm pretty sure is called a 'sling-shot bikini'. Two thin white and black straps ran down from her shoulders, over her nipples. The straps covered all of her areolas, but exactly. They ran down and met at about half an inch above her pussy. They ran as a thong back up her ass, immediately parted at the top of her ass crack, and ran the rest of the way as the straps as they'd be at the top of her shoulders.

"Yes, that's good." I walked with her to the counter. The sales-woman pressed some buttons, and the drawer opened.

She shut the drawer with a big friendly smile and said, "We're all set. It's always on the house for you, Sir." She walked over to the door next to the shutter and bent over grabbing her ankles. She looked up at me and said, "Would you please rate the service you received today, Sir?", with that same friendly smile, which she opened widely. The girls began to walk over to get their clothes.

I looked at them and said, "No, you will leave those clothes there." I walked over to the sales-lady and whipped out my dick. Amanda keeled down beside me and stared at my dick, then looked at me with her pleading look. I turned to the side with my dick six inches in front of the sales-lady's face. I nodded at Amanda, and she began working my dick furiously. The sales-lady watched, with her mouth open, waiting with a semi-disappointed look on her face. I told Amanda to stay where she was, and I walked behind the sales-lady. She seemed to get happy, but I couldn't tell, not being able to see her face. I placed my dick head against her asshole and pressed.

As I pressed she said happily, "We pride ourselves on our service! Thank you for your positive feedback!" I got it all the way in by the time she was done talking. I fucked her ass slowly, at the beginning. I got close to orgasm, so I held myself on edge. I hurried my pace, and the feeling was better than I've ever felt it. Still not as good as an orgasm, but it was like the beginning of an orgasm, as long as I wanted. I fucked her ass for a while more. There was no meaningful telling of time going to happen for me right then. I humped harder and harder. For some reason, I simply didn't get tired or worn out in any way. The girls wandered around the store the whole time. They held various conversations, but I wasn't paying much attention.

I happened to glance at the only window into the place from the interior of the mall, which was behind a rack of clothes. There was a man there... the janitor. I picked up the sales-lady and carried her over to the window, shoving the rack out of the way. I placed her ass facing towards the window, and pulled out until just my head was in her ass. I moved to the side so that the fat man could see that I was fucking her ass. I was still on edge, and slowly fucked her form that angle. Her sphincter was puffy and red. I then got back behind her, turned her slightly to the side, and kept going. After a while, the janitor left. A while later, he reappeared with a skinnier, taller friend.

I told the girls to stand opposite me and dance in their new swimming suits. I kept going. I was in extacy, and I just kept going, having no idea what time it was. At some point, the men reappeared. I never noticed them disappear, but oh well. I noticed right when I decided to have my orgasm. I pushed my dick in all the way, and squirted all over her intestines. I squirted for uncounted moments lasting, I'm sure, longer than any orgasm I've ever had before. I couldn't tell how long it lasted, but when I looked at the clock, it said it was almost midnight. I pulled out of her.

"Thank you for stopping by tonight! I look forward to serving you in the future." said the sales-woman. She reached behind herself and touched her sphincter. She jumped with a painful grimace when she did, but then she simply waved us good-bye.

"If anyone ever tries to get you in trouble or fired for this, have them call me." I told her, as I handed her a piece of paper with my number on it.

"Certainly, Sir, as you wish." She bowed and watched us leave.

As we walked through the closed mall, the two men approached. We were about half way to the doors we were going to at the time. Amanda hid behind me, covering herself up, and the cop acted completely natural. The blond and brunette seemed a bit embarrassed, but only fidgeted. The first man, the older, fat one, asked how I managed to get that stuck up broad in the lingerie shop to not only put out, but to let me fuck her ass.

"I'm a very special customer. These girls are my slaves, you see?" I motioned vaguely towards the girls, "Something about me makes women want to submit to me. The woman in the store is no exception."

"How do you do that, though."

"It's not something you can learn. You either have it or you do not."

"Well, I'm sure there's something you could tell us about it.", He glanced at the cop obviously, "Do we have to beat girls to get them to do as we say?"

"Hrm... be the grand-son of a fallen angel." I began to walk around them, and the girls followed me. Then I heard a scream and some gasps. I turned around and the fat one had grabbed the brunette's arm, twisting it and bending her over. The taller janitor was holding the blond by the waist, and he had a knife to her throat. The fat one pulled out a knife, too, holding it to the brunette's stomach. Of course, the girls were freaking out, but didn't dare move.

"Fine, if you won't tell us how to get what we want, we'll just take it!" The fat one said, as he started backing up slowly, the taller one following his lead.

"Okay," I said, "take them.", and I stopped time. I walked back to the lingerie shop. The door was unlocked, so I walked in and got behind the counter. The sales-lady was counting her drawer. I turned to the side of the wall where their selection of dildos was. This was a lingerie shop, but an up-scale one. The dildos were sold here only due to demand, the guy who owns the place would rather not have them. He always seemed like an odd guy for that reason, but whatever. I'd be lying if I ever said I know what makes something classy. I prefer things be what they are without illusion or show, usually. Anyway, I got five dildos.

I opened the packages, and put the packages in the garbage. I got some of the lube, opened it, and put some on two of the dildos. I opened up the sales-lady's mouth, being careful not to hurt her, and put one in. I lifted her off the chair and pulled up her skirt. I cut holes in her hosiery and cut off her panties with some scissors she had on the counter, and placed each of the lubed dildos in one of her nether holes. The dildos were only seven inches long, so I shoved them as far as I could without them being irretrievable. I fixed her clothes and set her back down.

"You can only remove those once you're home. Each time one falls out, spank yourself hard twice, and replace it. Each night, you will use them all at the same time as you are now, as practice to better serve me, the man of your dreams. Good night, and lock the door."

I grabbed the other two dildos and walked back to where the men were holding the girls. I leaned in close to each of them and removed the knives. I replaced each with a dildo. I also grabbed each of the men's wallets from their back pockets. I threw the knives away and got back where I was before stopping time. I palmed the wallets so that they'd be out of sight. I started time.

"But be done with them in half an hour. Don't do anything funny, I know where you each live." I tossed their wallets on the ground in front of them. They looked down at the wallets, and back at me. The tall one realized his knife changed first, being that he could see the "handle". He moved it to the side, and realized what it was. The fat one saw, too, then checked his own. They each dropped their dildos and released the girl they were holding. The two girls quickly joined Amanda behind me, and the cop stood her ground next to me, in some sort of martial arts stance.

"You had your chance, I'd have let you take them." I walked away and motioned for the girls to join me.

From behind me, I heard one of the men say "Holy shit... these are our wallets!"

The girls wore their new bikinis all the way home, but barely anyone was out at that time to notice. I had them lay them out for the next day, and I had Amanda call her home, saying she was staying at her boyfriend's place that night. She got in some fight with her mom, but she stayed at my place in the end. Shortly after getting home, Susan showed up. I was in bed with Amanda, by then. She crawled into bed with me, on the opposite side of me as Amanda. I went to sleep.

 

End Part 8