Chapter 9

Tammy and I collapsed on the bed together, both of us drenched in sweat.

She was gasping for breath, as she looked over at me worshipfully. “You’ve changed my life, Master. I will never be the same!”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

Tammy was the virgin in my second group for the day. She got a case of the giggles when I had finished with the other two, and it was her turn.

When I broke her hymen, her giggle turned into laughter. When she came, her laughs turned into a delighted squeal.

As I was getting my breath back, the phone on the desk rang. It was the intercom between rooms in the house. I had never seen it actually work.

I picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“This is Connie at the front door. Mary’s parents, Mr. & Mrs. Park, are here. They want to talk to you.”

I let out a moan. “Just great.”

“It was bound to happen, sooner or later,” said Connie.

“I suppose you’re right. I will come down and talk to them.”

“You might want to get dressed.”

The only clothes I had were stowed in the closet by the front door. “You’re right. Keep them outside until I get down there.”

“I understand.”

Hanging up the phone I turned to my three bed-mates. “I have a minor emergency. You stay in here, unless I say otherwise.”

“Yes, Master!” they chorused.

I ran downstairs. It felt weird to have my flaccid cock flop in front of me. Connie was beside the front door. She was operating her pad. The ottomans from the night before were retreating into the hatches in the wall, and a pair of loveseats were coming out. They parked in the center of the room, facing each other.

I put on the tee shirt and jeans I had worn the day before. Still wearing socks, I didn’t bother to put on shoes.

Connie opened the door and on the other side was an Oriental couple, both in their mid-thirties. The man was wearing a three-piece suit, and his wife had her hair done up and was wearing a nondescript pale blue dress. They were both about a head shorter than me.

I stepped forward and extended my hand. “Hello, I am Mike Wilson.”

“So young!” the woman exclaimed.
Mary’s father shook my hand, “I am John Park, and this is my wife, Martha.

“Last night, we caught our daughter climbing into her room through the window. Two young ladies that we could not identify in the dark were holding the ladder that gave her access.

“Mary claimed that she went to see you. She is in love with you, and wants to be your wife.”

“Where is Mary now?” I asked.

“She’s waiting in the car.”

I held up a hand. “Before we go any farther, I must insist that your wife wait in the car with Mary.”

Both started to protest.

“I will explain everything to you, Mr. Park. And if you don’t agree with my reasoning, you can let your wife come back inside.”

The short man studied me. I guess he saw the sincerity on my face. He nodded to his wife. “I’ll tell you what he says.”

She bowed her head and left for their car.

I escorted Mary’s father into the great room. “As to your wife’s comment, I am young. I’m only a year older than your daughter.”

“And why did you ban my wife?”

“I have a ... condition. Some would call it a blessing, others, a curse.”

Mr. Park stood there, waiting for me to continue.

We sat down in facing loveseats. “Any woman who spends an hour, give or take, with me, they fall helplessly in love with me. I mean totally, head over heals, in love with me.”

He stared at me, not buying a word of it.

“Your Mary, she’s always been a good girl? Always does as she’s told?”

He nodded.

“But now she is sneaking out in the middle of the night to be with me.”

The businessman started to see the light. “So Mary is in the same class as you?”

“Not even that. She just happens to sit at a table next to mine in the cafeteria, at lunch.”

“And my wife?”

“I don’t spend much time with married women. Three of my female teachers are married. One of them I have talked to is having serious problems being intimate with her husband, now that she’s fallen for me. I am trying to spare you and your wife this pain.”

Mr. Park was having trouble wrapping his head around this.

Just then, Mary came bursting through the front door. “Master? Are you okay?!”

“I’m fine, Mary. Your father and I are just having a talk.”

She realized that she was dressed, so she retreated to one of the side closets, where she shed her clothes. In mere seconds, she was back, without a stitch on. She ran over and snuggled in my lap, kissing and hugging me.

Her father stared at us, his mouth gaping open. “Do you believe me now?”

I called up to my bedroom, “Girls! Come on down!”

Connie, who was still by the front door, called up to my room.

Three naked girls, laughing and shrieking, came running down the stairs, breasts bouncing with abandon. They surrounded me, taking up any space that Mary was not occupying.

Tammy wrapped herself around my feet. She reached up, trying to reach my zipper. “Let’s get your cock out,” she giggled.

I stood up, dumping Mary on the floor. “Girls, please, I am trying to talk to this gentleman. Back off.”

Chastened, they stepped back two steps.

He looked at me, more than a little scared. “Is there a cure?” he asked.

“Not that I know of.”

He put his hands on the sides of his head. “I need to think.”

I turned to Mary. “Go home, Honey. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

Disappointed, she stood up and went to get her clothes back on.

“If you have any questions, feel free to call me.”

Still reeling, he did not think to ask for my phone number. He walked out the door, with his daughter following behind.

I looked at my three nymphs, “It’s time for you to go home. I’ll see you later.”

They moaned in disappointment.

I turned to Connie. “I need to send all the parents of my girls a message, letting them know what’s going on. Make sure they understand that none of this was intentional. Can you help me write this?”

The senior nodded. “Of course, Master.”

I spent the rest of the day, frolicking with my girls. Doing three girls every two hours seemed to work for me. It gave me time to recharge, and get something to eat. I needed to regain those calories.

By the time I was done at 10pm that night, I had finally planted my seed in almost all my harem. There were just a few left that Connie had not been able to schedule.

Exhausted, I collapsed on a loveseat. Only Connie was around. Phyllis was back at school.

I had decided to sell our old house and move in to this palatial mansion. My mom was home, trying to figure out what to keep and what to sell in our move.

I pulled out my cellphone and checked my e-mail. There was one from Mr. and Mrs. Park. I’m not sure how they got my address.

He wrote:

Dear Mr. Wilson, I want to thank you for your consideration in insisting my wife stay away from you. I understand that none of this is of your fault, nor is it Mary’s. It would be impossible for a young man like you to resist all those girls throwing themselves at you.

As I am typing, I hear my little girl masturbating in her room, crying out your name. I don’t think me and my wife can live under the same roof as her, with her in that condition. I would like our Mary to stay with you. You seem to have enough room for her. She is young and is not yet able to work, so we will give you a monthly stipend to cover the cost of room, board, and transportation.

At this point, he quoted a price that was more than generous.

In Mary’s eyes, and more importantly, in God’s eyes, you are her husband. I pray you will treat her with the respect and love she deserves.

How could I say no to this? I replied with a yes, and told him that they could move her in after school the next day.

I showed Connie the e-mail. She shook her head ruefully, “You know this is just the beginning. After we send out that letter you had me write, we will soon have a hoard of girls living here.”

“They will earn their keep. My mom will teach them how to cook and clean. You will no longer need any more staff to maintain the house.”

“You’re right, Master.”

I went to school the next morning. Connie drove me to school, but then left to take care of all the legal and financial matters.

I was about a half hour early, and the halls were about half full. Everywhere I went I had two very different reactions. Whenever I met one of my girls, they would blush, smile and lift their skirt, showing me their double diamond tattoo. Some of them were discrete, making sure only I could see their pussy. Others did not seem to care who else saw their privates.

At first, I was shocked, and did not know how to respond. I finally decided not to overreact. I merely nodded and said “Good morning.” If I knew her name, I’d included it too. I wish I was better a remembering names.

The second group was everyone else. They seemed to avoid me. Many would look at me in a group and whisper to each other, while glaring at me.

While I was at my locker, one of my old friends, Pete, sidled up next to me. “Hey, Mike. There’s a story going around that you had Chuck Smith killed.”

To say I was shocked was an understatement. “The football player? No way! Where did you hear this?”

“It’s been going around. Chuck disappeared Friday night and no one has seen him since. The police are investigating.”

“Well, I don’t know anything about it.

“Look at me. Do I look like someone who could take on Mr. Quarterback and his posse of teammates.”

He broke into a grin. “I knew it couldn’t be true. I will spread the word.”

“Thanks.”

Even with Pete’s best efforts, all day long, I saw groups of people stare at me and talking to each other.

The first hour, English, went fairly well. Having a male teacher helped. Also, my girls had learned how I expected them to act in class. Some of them still had trouble controlling themselves when so close to me. I saw some surreptitiously rubbing their clits under their skirts.

The second hour, Chemistry, didn’t go as poorly as I feared it would. Mrs. Harris did lose her place in her lecture, staring at me. But those only lasted a few seconds. She’d resume her train of thought with little trouble. I missed Connie not being in class with me. I took copious notes that I would share with her later.

After the bell rang, and class was over, the teacher said, “Michael, can I speak to you for a moment?”

I sighed, thinking I knew where this was heading. I got up and went into the teacher’s chem storage room.

After she closed the door, she said, “I have some sad news. My husband died Saturday night.”

“I am so sorry ... Wait. You didn’t kill him did you?”

Her face turned a deep red. “I didn’t ... Not intentionally.”

I sighed again. “Tell me what happened.”

“I was trying to be true to your instructions and not let Daryl, my husband, have sex with me. So I gave him a blowjob. I had never done that to him before; and he was ecstatic, to say the least. During it, I imagined that it was you, Mike, that I was doing.

“After I was done, I told him, ‘It’s your turn. You do me.’

“He was fine with that. I had him lay on his back, and I sat on his face. He licked my clit and snatch vigorously. While this was going on I fantasized that it was you that was eating me out. I got carried away, coming like a dozen times. When I finally climbed off of Daryl he was not breathing.”

“Did you call for an ambulance?”

“I did. And while I was waiting I tried performing CPR.

“When they arrived, they declared him dead.

I told them what happened, and said that I had not smothered him. He did not struggle or try to cry out. He most likely had a heart attack.”

“That’s a relief.”

She nodded. “But it does leave me single, and I still want to be in your harem.”

I thought for a moment. Ms. Harris sure did not lose much time mourning. I guess my effect on her was too strong. “Okay. After school, go to Ultimate Beauty, and ask for the Mike Wilson special. Then come to Connie Klade’s house. I will fuck you there.”

She jumped up and down, clapping like a little schoolgirl. “You won’t regret this. I will give you a fucking like you’ve never had before, Master.”

“Great.”

I left the chem room and headed for Greta Coleman’s History class. Everything went well. Miss Coleman was her usual composed self.

Lunch started off toward being the same raucous event as Friday’s. My girls bought me everything that the cafeteria had to offer. They didn’t think to ask me what I wanted, beforehand.

The girls were starting to lose their inhibitions, and rubbing each other, when I saw Connie standing in the cafeteria doorway. She was motioning for me to come.

I stood up. “Sorry, girls. I need to go take care of some business.”

They all moaned in disappointment, as I grabbed a sandwich, some chips, and a carton of milk, then exited the room.

Connie escorted me to the empty room that she had access to. In it were two nude girls I didn’t recognize at first. “I got everything finished with my lawyer and the bank. With the number of debit cards we’ll be using, they said we could design our own card. Here is the initial design I came up with.”

She showed me a plastic card, with no numbers, name, or banking logo on it. It was flat black with the double diamond design in white. The diamonds were highlighted by a light blue shading that made my initials almost seem to glow.

“It looks perfect,” I said.

“I thought so, too,” she replied. “We should have them issued within a week.”

“Great.

“Now, I’ve been hearing rumors going around about your ex-boyfriend, Chuck. He has disappeared. Some people suspect foul play. Do you know anything?”

For the first time, I saw Connie appear indecisive. She paused and pondered for a few seconds before she spoke. “I could tell you, but you don’t want me to. It is better for you if you can say ‘I don’t know,’ when anybody asks you about him.”

Now it was my turn to pause. I finally said, “I will trust you on this, Connie. But if I ask you to tell me, I want an honest answer.”

“Of course, Master.

“Now, let me introduce you to these two stragglers in your harem.”

One stepped forward, and the other retreated into the corner of the room.

The one who moved up was tall and slender, almost as tall as my own six-foot height. She had long straight honey blonde hair, small breasts, and a shaved bush, but no tattoo. Like most of my girls, she had jutting nipples and clit. A bead of moisture could be seen between her pussy lips.

“I’m Kayla,” she whispered. “I was there in the gym that first night.”

I stepped forward and cupped her small breasts, my thumbs rubbing her nipples. “Where have you been the past weekend?” I asked.

She stifled a moan. “I-I was at a piano competition.”

“You play the piano?” I asked.

She nodded. “But I didn’t do very well this time. I-I was too preoccupied, thinking of you.” Her pale cheeks blushed a deep red, and her pussy started dripping.

“I understand. I look forward to taking you this evening, but first you need to get marked like all my other girls. Has Connie told you where to go?”

She nodded. “But I don’t have a car.”

“Ms. Harris, the chemistry teacher, will be going there as well, this evening. She can take you.”

Connie looked at me, confused, “But she’s married...”

“Widowed. I will explain it to you later.”

My lieutenant nodded. “I will inform her of her additional passenger, Master.”

I turned my attention to the second girl who seemed to be trying to hide in the corner. With her shoulders and arms pulled in, it was like she was attempting to make herself disappear.

“Hey!” barked Connie. “Lizzie, come forward.”

The black-haired girl inched forward, trembling in fear. Once she’d stepped out, I saw that she was quite attractive. Her hair went down to just below her collar. She had larger than average breasts and average hips. She had large dark eyes that seemed to look at me with a pleading expression. It reminded me of a trapped rabbit cornered by a hunter.