Chapter 6

I headed to the dance studio a bit early. I had time to kill since I ended supper early. In fact, I hardly touched my meal. The surprise here was at the end of class. Both Vicky and Faith decided all three of us were going to my place. I wasn’t going to complain. We started downstairs in the hot tub. Not much happened there, but the girls had to borrow suits from me. I gave them each skimpy bikinis. They weren’t microkinis, but they weren’t far off either. It was a communal tub for the building, so it wasn’t private. I didn’t care. I was a porn king, after all. At first, we just sit and talk with the odd caress. After a while, I lean over and kiss Faith. Then without saying a word, I pull away and kiss Vicky.

Things just escalate from there. Before I know it, we are all naked, and I have Faith bent over the edge of the tub. She is eating out Vicky when my landlord comes in. He is none too calm. Siting shit about how what we are doing is unsanitary and that the tub will have to be drained cleaned and the pipes flushed. No shit. We had that done daily at the old mansion.

I had Vicky grab the swimsuits, and we all walked naked up to my apartment. When we leave the pool room, we run into a couple 20-something guys that are your typical young pigs. I can understand the ogling, but there is no need for vulgarity unless the woman is asking for it. The girls take it well and giggle it away. We take the stairs with Vicky leading. I follow with my left hand on her ass cheek while my thumb plays with her bunghole. Faith follows as my right hand cups her tit and my thumb plays with the nipple. We come to the door at the top of the stairs. As we walk through, my hands leave the flesh they were playing with. An old man sees and smiles in admiration. His wife is behind him and cuffs him upside the head.

I signal Vicky to kiss the old man. I then push Faith down to her knees and feed her my cock. Vicky hugs the old man and plants a kiss right on his lips. The old woman has none of it. She hits Vicky upside the head with her purse, then grabs her husband by the ear and hauls him down the hall to the elevator.

Even with his wife pulling on his ear, the old man can’t help but watch as one girl gives me head while the other slips me her tongue. I let Faith finish me off before heading to the apartment.

Once we are inside, I get them to 69 on my bed, and I fuck Vicky, pulling out now and then to stick it down Faith’s throat. Faith has turned into a big slut. I don’t mind degrading her past her point of enjoyment because she shames the teenaged sluts in her congregation, knowing full well she is worse than they ever will be.

I stick my dick in her friend’s ass and continue fucking. Every few strokes, I pull out and have Faith clean my dick off. Between the ass fucking and the cunnilingus, it doesn’t take long before Vicky is cumming all over her friend’s face. I keep pounding her throughout her orgasm, enjoying the spasms going through her body. Just after she finishes her convulsions and is starting to calm down, I shoot my load into her bowels, and Vicky collapses on the bed.

“Slut, why are you letting her leak all over my bed? Clean her out, so she doesn’t make a mess.”

Faith doesn’t hesitate and worms her way, so her head is between Vicky’s leaking ass and the bed. My cum and her ass juice leak into Faith’s mouth. Faith laps at it like it is the only thing keeping her alive. When it stops dripping, Faith gets up and plants her face between Vicky’s ass cheeks. Faith shoves her tongue up Vicky’s ass and sucks for all she is worth.

I just relax and watch the show. When I think Vicky is sufficiently clean, I bark at Faith again, “Hey bitch, do you think my cock is going to clean itself? I can’t stick a shit-stained cock in a pussy, now, can I. Lick it clean, whore.” She licks her lips like I was offering her favourite treat. Then she lovingly tongue-baths my cock and balls.

Before she is done, Vicky starts to stir. I run my fingers through her hair, brushing it out of her eyes. She has that well-fucked look on her face, and a shit-eating grin as if she is a child that got away with stealing a cookie.

“Do you think it is your turn to put forth the effort?”

I lay down on the bed face up and have Vicky mount me, reverse cowgirl. She rides like a crazy chick, moaning and flailing her arms above her head. Faith tries to sit on my face, and I push her off the bed.

“Fuck off, Bitch. Can’t you see I am busy and want to enjoy this.”

She pouts as if I hurt her feelings. Not because I called her a bitch or pushed her onto the floor. She is upset that she displeased me. She goes behind her friend so she can fondle my balls as I am being ridden. She doesn’t know that I am one of the few men that don’t like that. It just distracts me, so her friend can ride me longer. I’m fine with that.

Just like a lot of women I have been with, the first orgasm is the hardest one to coax out of Vicky. After that, they come easier and quicker each time until she can’t stand it anymore. She is getting a few small spasms in between her big orgasms now. She cums hard two more times before I fill her up, and she collapses on my chest. I take a break for five or ten minutes just enjoying her body pressed up against mine while her twat keeps my dick warm.

I roll Vicky off of me and tell Faith, “Don’t just sit there clean the mess, spilling out of her, before she ruins the sheets.”

She sheepishly looks up at me and acknowledges, “Yes, Sir.”

She crawls up between her friend’s legs and dives in with her tongue. When her ass raises, I slap it.

“Enough with the sir shit. If you ever want a piece of my cock again, you will address me as Master unless we are in public. I don’t care who is around.”

Faith lifts her head to reply, “Yes, Master.”

I shove her face into her friend’s cunt.

“Get cleaning bitch. You still have to clean off my cock.”

I take a quick nap while she does her job. I wake up when she is half done cleaning my dick. I’m not getting hard, but I do have a semi. There were too many years where I had a cock warmer keeping my dick company while I worked, and I don’t get hard from a cleaning unless I want to.

Faith smiles around my cock when she notices me awake.

“You better hurry and get that clean before I fall asleep, or you will not be getting any.”

She redoubles her efforts. When I feel like she has done a good enough job, I lightly cuff her upside the head while using the same hand to push her off.

“That is enough, bitch. I bet you think you earned a good fucking.”

She is a bit giddy in her answer, “Yes, Master.”

I shake my head.

“It is a good thing that it’s up to me then, isn’t it?”

She wants it bad and is afraid I will not let her have it. “What will you give me if I let you stick my dick in that loose old cunt of yours?”

“You can have me any time, Master.”

“I can already have you any time. You showed me today I could get you to do most anything I want at any time.”

“Yes, Master, I don’t know what I can give you then. What do you want?”

“Could I give you to another and watch.”

“I don’t know, Master. I don’t give it to just anybody. It is for you, not some random guy.”

“I like the loyalty, but at the same time, that cunt is mine now, and if I want to lend something of mine out, it is my right.”

Faith is nervous, but she answers the way I want.

“Yes, Master.”

“You aren’t ready for that yet, and a good master knows just how hard to push his slave.”

She is smiling again.

“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”

“Don’t thank me yet. You are going to have to really please me now. Vicky, wake up. We need you for a bit,” I say as I shake Vicky, waking her up.

“What is it.”

“Faith agreed that she needs her boundaries pushed, I want a video of her begging to be my fuck puppet and then climbing onboard.”

Faith eyes open wide in shock.

“Please, no, Master. I have never been videoed before, and if it got out, I would be ruined.”

“So you are saying you don’t trust your Master, and you don’t want my cock.”

“I trust you, Sir, but things happen. I will do anything else, Master.”

“You were told, if you ever wanted my dick again, you would never call me sir and always call me Master when not in public. You also already said you would do anything if I didn’t make you fuck a stranger.”

“I’m sorry, Master. Please, forgive me.”

“Only if you agree, in writing, that you will let me film you. I collect fuck films, and I don’t let them go public unless the girl agrees. If you don’t sign right now, you can go home. I will kick you out as you are dressed, you can find your way home, and I will never see you again.”

“Oh, no, Master. You can’t do that. Give me something to write with, and I will put my consent on paper.”

I open my top drawer and pull out a contract that says I have the right to video her any time I please but only for the prepose of our enjoyment and never to be shown publicly. It is illegal to show x rated films in public. Technically selling it on a members-only site wouldn’t be showing it in public, and showing it in a private club isn’t public either. Not to mention, sending copies to her friends and family isn’t public, but she doesn’t need to have that pointed out. I likely will not do any of that unless she pisses me off.

She signs the contract without even reading it. She knows her life would be ruined if I kicked her out naked. She is willing to do whatever it takes to please me now. I reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out a camcorder. Pointing it at Faith, I ask, “What are you?”

Faith gives me her shit-eating grin.

“Your whore, Your fuck puppet. I am whatever you need me to be, Master. You own all my holes and can do with them as you please.”

I hand her the paper she just signed.

“Hold this up and tell the camera what it is.”

Faith holds up the paper showing her signature.

“It is written permission for you to film us having sex.”

“I think it is a little more than that. Reread it. You gave me permission to film you no matter what you are doing or where you are. The only stipulation is I can not publicly release the film without your consent.”

Faith reads while I talk and continues reading after there is silence. When she is done, there is no protest from her. She simply says, “For you, Master, I would allow you to film all of that without written consent.”

“Tell the camera everything we have done today.”

“We met in dance class. Then you took another girl and me home from there. We were partying in the hot tub.”

I cut her off, “ What do you mean by partying? Use the proper descriptive words.”

“The three of us were fucking in the hot tub when your landlord found us and got mad. You then had Vicky collect all our swimsuits, and we walked naked to your apartment. On the way, we ran into an old couple, and you had me give you a blowjob in front of them. You came in my mouth, and I enjoyed eating it all up. Not one drop was wasted. We then came into your apartment, and I 69ed with my friend. You got behind her, and you alternated between fucking her cunt and my mouth. You grew tired of fucking her cunt, so you switched to her ass. You continued switching between her ass and my mouth. You came in her and then made me suck all your baby batter out of her ass. I then cleaned your cock with my tongue. She woke up and road you to a few orgasms. When she was finished, you had me eat the cum out of her cunt and clean your dick with my mouth. You then showed me how much I wanted to be your whore, and I signed the paper. Did I forget anything, Master?”

“I think that is the entire story, but I thought you wanted to use my cock. Since you forgot to beg, I guess we are finished now, and I can get to sleep. I have an early morning tomorrow.”

“Nooo, Master, please, let me have your cock just for a bit. My cunt needs to be filled with your baby batter, and I need to feel you fill me up with that monster of yours. Please, fuck me, Master.”

I laugh at her. “You just said I came three times in less than an hour. What makes you think I have anymore in me?”

“Faith is not just my name. I have faith in you. I have seen what you can do. Please, fuck me and fuck me hard, Master.”

“I’m not a superman. I am tired. How about a compromise? I lay back and go to sleep, and you can ride my trouser snake all you want or at least until I cum. Then you are not to clean up. You are to stick your panties back on, get dressed and go home. Does that sound like fun?”

“Anything for you and your cock, Master.”

“One last question. Who was it that decided you should address me as a superior?”

“You told me to start calling you Sir, in private.”

“Faith, that is a half-truth. Tell the full story, or you go home without any cock.”

“Sorry, Master. Do you mean when I started calling you, Sir?”

“That is the start of it. Now, tell the entire truth.”

“It was my idea to start addressing you as though you are my superior. I started calling you sir, but you didn’t like that, so we agreed that I should call you Master from now on unless we are in public. It doesn’t matter who is around, when we are not in public, I have to call you Master. I am also going to call you Master if we are in public, but nobody else can hear.”

“OK, my horny little slut, just let me get comfortable so I can go to sleep, then you can shove my salami into your twat and have some fun. Just remember you can only have one cum from, me then you get dressed and don’t clean yourself until you get home.”

She is bouncing with joy. I have never seen her this excited. I hand the camcorder to Vicky and take my time getting comfortable. Faith impatiently fidgets until I give her the signal that she can climb onboard. She slides me all the way in with one push. It hurts me. It must be excruciating for her. Still, she moans both in pain and ecstasy. For a while, she slides back and forth. She works her hips at various angles for a bit and then starts hopping up and down. She never keeps rhythm for very long. She keeps switching things up, making it interesting. She is giving it her all and wants to make me happy. I reach forward and place my thumb on her clit as a reward to let her know she pleases me.

She has orgasm after orgasm. It isn’t the rolling orgasms of a woman that took too much X-Plus-water. This is one big quake after another. She has never been this turned on in her life. She needs the humiliation and debasement. The pure sluttiness of it drives her wild. I reach up and twist her titties. This pushes her over the edge, and she shudders worse than I have ever seen her before. Her cunt clamps down hard, and it hurts my dick. The pain stops me from cumming until her cunt loosens its grip, which takes a while. Her orgasm takes its time in calming down. When it does, it does so slowly, so she is still convulsing when I fill her with my cream.

Eventually, it subsides, and she collapses on me. When she comes to, she tries to kiss me, but I put a hand over her mouth.

“Do you think I want to taste somebody’s shit in your mouth, bitch?”

“Sorry, Master. I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, you weren’t. You failed as my slut. You are to keep all three holes clean and ready for whatever I want to do to them. You will keep a toothbrush and toothpaste with you at all times. You will have an enema at least once a day. After you eat out an ass or suck a cock, you will brush your teeth and rinse your mouth out with mouthwash. Then you drink some alcohol to get the little bits of shit in your throat. The alcohol can be mouthwash if you chose. I will only taste a clean mouth. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Master. Sorry for failing you. I will do better.”

“Dam right, you will do better. I will punish you, so you remember. The punishment will have to wait. I have to sleep. Now leave, whore, and dream of what my cock will do to you next.”

She jumps off the bed, saying, “Yes, Master, Thank you, Master,” gets dressed and leaves. Vicky turns off the camcorder and gives it back to me.

Vicky proclaims, “That was interesting.”

“Did she ever tell you who she actually is and what her husband does?”

“She is married? I would never have guessed. She is always talking about wanting to touch this guy’s cock or that. Until I saw her with you, I thought she was all talk. She sure is one whore.”

“She is a pastor’s wife. She chastises every poor girl who even looks in the general direction of a boy, calling her a whore. That is why I don’t mind debasing her so much. I would never do that to you unless you asked me to.”

“I was wondering when you would start in on me. It is good to know. You can do a little of that on me for a change sometimes, but I don’t think it is my thing.”

“I already figured that. Why do you think I gave you the camera. Otherwise, I would have let you join her. I hate to kick you out, but I was telling the truth about needing sleep.”

“I’m fucked out anyway.”

She is hesitant to leave. I let her know I notice, “You look like you want to stay. You can sleep here if you don’t mind waking up early or alone. Your choice. Just make sure the door is locked when you leave.”

She smiles and slips into bed with me. She is a bit sticky when she cuddles, but who cares. After the pounding I gave her, you have to expect it.

The next morning, I wake up as the big spoon, so I pull my arm out from under her and let her sleep as I shower and leave. I pick up some papers from the Bank’s lawyer. The legal secretary was there early to give them to me. I met my security and limo at the lawyer’s so they can take me to see the bitchy family that lives next door to Fiona and Charles. Both their vehicles are in the driveway when I arrive. I can see movement in the house, so I know they are up. My driver opens the door for me, and I get out, heading straight for their door.

I knock and wait. I know he heard me, but he makes me wait. When he opens the door, he sees my convoy and snarls, “What the fuck do you want?”

“I told you on the phone yesterday what I wanted, and you let me know what kind of man you are. You can either let me in or leave my home with nothing but the shirt off your back.”

He straightens up and tries to make me feel small. It is a schoolyard bully tactic that stops working around the 7th grade.

“What the fuck do you mean, your home?”

“You pissed me off, so I bought the bank, and I now own your mortgage and have decided to foreclose. You can either take the eviction and foreclosure notice, and the next time you see me will be when I bring the cops by to throw you out, or you can listen to what I have to say.”

He grabs the papers from my hands and starts reading.

“This can’t be real.”

“I assure you? It is very real. I suggest you phone the bank to double-check and then phone your lawyer to see if it is legal. Be sure to do it today because I sped up the procedure. Normally the bank gives a bit of leeway, but I figured you don’t deserve it, so fuck it. We are doing this as quickly as the law allows. You have 28 days to leave with the shirts on your back. Everything else is mine unless you take my offer. I will give you 48 hours to decide.”

His face is beet red in anger. You can see he is trying his hardest not to hit me. He sees my security and is afraid of what they would do to him if he tried. In truth, I am bluffing. By Canadian law, a foreclosure takes a year. I can’t have him thrown out in 28 days unless I break some laws.

“Let’s hear the stupid deal then.”

“It is simple. I will give you the equity you currently have in the home and let you take all your possessions. I will then pay off your loan, and the house is mine.”

He takes a step back.

“Wait a minute. What happened to double the market value?”

“That was before you showed me your true colours. Now you get what your karma dictates. If you act like an asshole towards me, I return the favour. The difference is, I have enough money to do whatever I want. You have none. After today you have even less.”

His nostrils are flaring, so I give him one more reason to get mad.

“I said you had two days to decide. In three days, we sign the paperwork, and in ten days, you will have vacated the property. Otherwise, everything you own is mine.”

It pushes him over the edge. He screams at me, “Fuck you.” and slams the door in my face. You can see his wife behind him as he does so. She probably wants to know what the fuss was about. You can hear him through the door. He doesn’t explain anything. He just blames her and starts beating her. I phone the cops and leave.