I unzipped my pants, my thick, throbbing cock springing free, the veins pulsating with need as I pressed it against her slick, swollen entrance. Margaret moaned, pushing back against me, trying to impale herself on my cock, but I held her hips firmly, making her wait, making her beg.
"Please, Master," she whimpered her voice a desperate, needy plea as she looked back at me, her eyes filled with lust and desperation. "Please, fuck me. Fill me with your cock. I need it, Master. I need you. I can't wait any longer. My pussy is on fire, Master. Please, put it out. Please, fuck me."
I grinned, a dark, sadistic smirk as I listened to her beg, her voice a low, desperate whine as she writhed and bucked against me, her body shaking with need. I could feel her heat, her wetness, her pussy lips quivering against the head of my cock as she tried to take me inside her. But I held her still, making her wait, making her beg even more.
" Say it again, Margaret. Beg for my cock like the little slut you are," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble as I slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint on her pale flesh.
"Please, Master!" she cried out, her voice a desperate wail as she bucked against me. "Please, fuck me! I need your cock, Master. I need you to fill me, to use me, to fuck me like the little slut I am. Please, Master. Please!"
Finally, I gave her what she wanted. I grabbed her by the hips and slammed into her, my thick, hard cock filling her completely as she cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure. "Aaaah, Master! Just like that! Aaah! Aah! Aah! Please, fuck me harder, Master!" she screamed, her voice a desperate, needy wail as I pounded into her.
I fucked her hard, my hips slapping against her ass, my cock filling her completely with each thrust. The lace of her panties rubbed against my cock, adding an extra layer of sensation as I claimed her, used her, fucked her like the little slut she was. With a growl, I tugged at her panties, the delicate fabric tearing as I pulled them away from her body.
I could see her tight, pulsating asshole, winking and clenching with each brutal thrust of my cock into her pussy. I grinned, a wicked, sadistic smirk spreading across my face as I took her torn panties and balled them up, pressing them against her helpless asshole.
She moaned, a deep, guttural sound as I forced the fabric into her ass, her sphincter stretching and gaping as it swallowed her own panties, now nothing more than a filthy, slutty tail hanging from her asshole.
"Aaaaah, Master!" she cried out, her voice a desperate, needy wail as I continued to fuck her pussy, her body shaking and convulsing with each thrust. I could feel her torn panties rubbing against my cock as I claimed her, used her, fucked her like the dirty little slut she was.
Suddenly, I pulled out of her, her pussy gaping and empty as I spun her around to face me. I sat down on my chair, my thick, hard cock glistening with her juices as I pulled her onto my lap, impaling her on my cock. She moaned, her eyes rolling back as she took me deep inside her once again.
But I had other plans. I wanted more. I wanted to claim every part of her, to use every hole, to make her truly mine. I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up, my cock slipping out of her pussy as she whimpered and begged.
"Aaaaaah, Master, please," she cried out, her voice a desperate, needy plea. "Please don't leave my pussy lonely. Please, fill it, fuck it, use it."
I smirked, feeling a dark, primal thrill course through me as I looked into her desperate, needy eyes. "Don't worry, my little slut," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "I'll fill your pussy soon enough. But first, I want to ravage your asshole." I pulled the panties out of her asshole making her moan " hmmmmm".
Margaret moaned a deep, primal sound that resonated from the core of her being as I pressed the thick, swollen head of my cock against her tight, pulsating asshole. I could feel her entire body tense, shaking with a mix of fear, anticipation, and raw, unadulterated need as I gripped her hips tightly, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I began to push.
"But Master," she whimpered, her voice a low, desperate plea laced with a hint of panic. "Your cock is so big. It won't fit. It's too much. Please, Master. Please, have mercy on my poor little asshole."
I knew Margaret's pleas were a desperate attempt to fuel my lust, to make me ravage her even harder. And it was working. My cock throbbed and pulsed, aching to claim her, to fuck her, to make her mine in the most primal, savage way imaginable.
"Please, Master," she begged her voice a low, desperate whine as she looked back at me, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, desperation, and undeniable need. "Please, fuck my asshole. Make it yours. Make me yours."
I grinned, a dark, sadistic smirk spreading across my face as I stared into her wide, pleading eyes. I could see the swirling mix of emotions within her – the fear, the desperation, the undeniable need. It fueled my lust, making my cock throb and pulse with anticipation.
"As you wish, my little slut," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble as I pushed her down, bending her over my desk, her ass high in the air, her asshole exposed and vulnerable. I spat on my fingers, using my saliva to lubricate her asshole as I stretched her, prepared her, and made her ready for my brutal invasion.
I could feel her asshole pulsating, clenching, and unclenching as it struggled to accommodate my thick, hard cock. I pressed the head of my cock against her tight, pulsating asshole, feeling her tense, her body shaking with a mix of fear and anticipation.
"Ready or not, my little slut, here I come," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble as I grabbed her by the hips and pushed, feeling her asshole begin to stretch and yield to the relentless pressure of my cock.
Margaret screamed a raw, animalistic sound that echoed through the room as her body convulsed and shook. Her pussy began to squirt, her juices spraying out like a fucking geyser, coating my desk, my pants, and the floor as she came hard and fast, like a bitch in heat.
But I didn't stop. I didn't give a fuck about her pleasure. This was about my need, my lust, my dark, primal desires. I fucked her even harder, my hips slamming against her ass as I claimed her asshole, using her, fucking her like the worthless little fucktoy she was.
"Aaaaaah, Master! It's too much! It's too big! Please, Master! Please have mercy!" she screamed and moaned, her body shaking and convulsing as she cried out, her voice a desperate, needy wail as I ravaged her asshole, my thick, hard cock tearing into her, claiming her, making her mine.
I could feel her asshole clenching and spasming around my cock, her body shaking and convulsing as she came again and again, her screams and moans filling the air as I fucked her like the dirty, desperate little slut she was.
But I didn't let her cum again. Not yet. I stopped, pulling my cock out of her gaping, ravaged asshole, leaving her empty and desperate, her body shaking with need as she begged and pleaded for more.
"Master.....please," she whimpered, her voice a low, desperate sob as she looked back at me, her eyes filled with tears and need. "Please, I can't take it anymore. I need to cum, Master. Please, let me cum."
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I smirked, feeling a dark, twisted thrill course through me as I listened to her beg, her voice a low, desperate whine as she writhed and bucked against me, her body shaking with need. I knew that this was just the beginning. I was going to push her to her limits, use her, fuck her, and make her mine in every filthy, twisted way I could imagine. And I was going to enjoy every fucking second of it.
"Not yet, my little slut," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble as I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off my cock, leaving her empty and desperate, her body shaking with need as she begged and pleaded for more. "You'll cum when I say you can cum. And not a fucking second before."
I spun her around, forcing her to her knees as I grabbed my cock, slick and glistening with her asshole's juices, and pressed it against her lips. "Now be a good little slut and clean my cock," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble as I grabbed her by the hair and forced her to take my cock in her mouth.
Margaret moaned, a deep, guttural sound resonating from her core as she opened her mouth wide, her lips stretching to accommodate my thick, hard cock. She began to suck, her tongue licking and cleaning every inch of my cock, her saliva coating my length as she bobbed her head up and down, taking me deep into her throat. Her eyes looked up at me, filled with a mix of humiliation, desperation, and undeniable lust, tears streaming down her face as she gagged on my cock.
I grinned, feeling a dark, primal thrill course through me as I watched her suck, her mouth and tongue working feverishly to please me, to serve me, to clean my cock like the good little slut she was.
I could feel her eager, desperate need as she sucked, her body shaking with the effort as she took me deeper and deeper, her nose pressing against my pelvis as she deepthroated my entire length.
With a growl, I pulled her up, her mouth making a wet, popping sound as my cock slipped from her lips, a trail of saliva connecting us as she gasped for breath. Margaret looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, desperation, and undeniable need as she spread her pussy lips wide, her glistening, swollen clit on full display.
"Master, please..." she begged her voice a low, desperate whine as she looked up at me, her body shaking with need. "Please, fuck my pussy. Make me cum hard on your cock."
I didn't make her wait any longer. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her against me, my cock pressing against her slick, swollen entrance. With one brutal thrust, I pushed my cock inside her pussy, feeling her stretch and yield to my invasion as I began to fuck her hard and fast, my hips slapping against her ass as I claimed her, used her, fucked her like the dirty little slut she was.
Margaret screamed a raw, animalistic sound that echoed through the room as her body convulsed and shook. I could feel her pussy clenching and spasming around my cock, her juices coating my cock as she came hard and fast, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm.
But I didn't stop. I didn't give a fuck about her pleasure. I grabbed her tits, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I used them as leverage, pulling her against me as I rammed into her, my cock tearing into her pussy, claiming her, making her mine.
"You're mine, Margaret," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble as I fucked her, my hips slamming against her ass as I claimed her, used her, fucked her like the worthless little fucktoy she was. "Your pussy is mine. Your asshole is mine. Your mouth is mine. You are mine, and I'm going to use you, fuck you, and make you mine in every filthy, twisted way I can imagine."
Margaret screamed and moaned, her body shaking and convulsing as she came again and again, her pussy clenching and spasming around my cock as I fucked her, her juices coating my cock as I ravaged her, claimed her, made her mine.
I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening as the urge to cum became overwhelming. With a final, brutal thrust, I buried my cock deep inside her pussy, my cock pulsating and throbbing as I began to spurt my hot, thick cum inside her, filling her, claiming her, making her mine.
Margaret moaned, a deep, guttural sound as she felt my cum filling her, her pussy clenching and spasming around my cock as she came again, her body shaking and convulsing as she milked my cock, taking every last drop of my cum like the good little slut she was.
As I pulled out of her, my cock glistening with our combined juices, I looked down at Margaret. Her body was shaking and trembling, her breath coming in heavy gasps as she looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion, satisfaction, and undeniable devotion. A satisfied smile spread across her face, her cheeks flushed with exertion and pleasure.
I pulled her into a tight embrace, feeling her heart pounding against my chest as I stroked her hair gently. "You did well, Margaret," I murmured, my voice a low rumble as I held her close. I could feel her body relaxing, her breathing slowly returning to normal as she melted into my arms.
After a moment, I released her walked over to my desk, and took out a pair of new clothes from my system space for Margaret. "Margaret, go and clean yourself up. I've got you some new clothes. Your stockings were torn, and your panties... well, they're ruined," I said, a smirk playing on my lips as I recalled the sight of her panties hanging out of her asshole like a dirty, slutty tail.
Margaret nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips as she padded naked to the adjoining bathroom to clean up. While she was gone, I quickly checked in with SERA, about the status of the company.
"SERA, anything new with the company?" I asked, my voice brisk and business-like.
"Everything is working fine, sir," SERA replied, her voice smooth and efficient. "I've made $76 billion in total legally from all the departments in Immortal Enterprise."
I nodded, satisfied with the report. My mind turned to the upcoming release of my new animation movie, and then to my new, sexy neighbors. I decided that after my trip to Mexico to deal with Tony – and his girlfriend Marina – I would throw a party to celebrate the successful launch of my movie. It would be the perfect opportunity to meet my neighbors and get to know them better.
As I was lost in thought, Margaret returned, dressed in the new clothes I had bought for her. She looked refreshed and ready to serve, her eyes shining with devotion and eagerness.
"Margaret, please call everyone in," I said, my voice firm and commanding. "I need to discuss something with them."
Margaret nodded and quickly exited the office to gather the others. While she was gone, I considered the power I held – the ability of Absolute Hypnosis.
I could use my power to change people's perspectives, to make them my slaves, but that held no appeal for me. It was too easy, too boring. I craved the challenge, the thrill of the hunt, and the satisfaction of making someone submit to me through my own prowess and dominance, not through some supernatural ability. There was no triumph in victory without effort, no pleasure in conquest without resistance.
As I was lost in thought, Margaret returned, the click of her heels on the hardwood floor echoing through the office as she entered, the others filing in behind her. I looked over and saw their familiar faces – Julie, Jessica, Karen, Paige, Elizabeth, and Margaret – each of them beautiful, each of them mine. I shared my thoughts of going to Mexico, dealing with Tony, and claiming Marina.
They listened intently, their eyes fixed on me, their breath held as they absorbed my words. I could see the reluctance in their eyes, the knowledge that I would be away for a while, but they knew better than to protest. They knew that my word was law, that my will was absolute.
Seeing their reluctance, I decided to spend a day with them before leaving, to indulge in their bodies, to remind them of who they belonged to. "Come," I said, my voice a low command as I stood and buttoned my jacket. "We're going home."
We took the car and drove directly to my estate, the anticipation building with each passing mile. As I entered the house and walked into the living room, I heard a subtle moaning sound echoing through the air. My other women heard it too, and we quickly followed the sound, our footsteps silent as we tip-toed toward the laundry room.
I peeked into the room, my eyes widening as I took in the scene before me. Stella was grinding her pussy against the washing machine, using the vibrations to pleasure herself.
She was lost in her own world, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a silent moan as she rode the machine, her hips gyrating and bucking against the cold metal. The room was filled with the scent of her arousal, the sound of her wet pussy lips slapping against the machine echoing through the air.
Her back was to us, her skirt hiked up around her waist, revealing the thin strap of her panties disappearing between her plump ass cheeks. I could see the wet spot on her panties, the fabric clinging to her swollen pussy lips as she ground against the machine, her juices coating the metal beneath her, dripping down her thighs as she moaned and writhed in ecstasy.
I quickly removed my pants, my cock already hard and throbbing as I watched her. I could feel the blood pulsing through my cock, my balls aching with the need to claim her, to fuck her, to make her mine. I tiptoed toward her, my footsteps silent as I approached, my eyes fixed on her glistening, swollen pussy.
Without a word, I placed the head of my cock against her tight, puckered asshole and pushed, feeling her tense and stretch as I invaded her most intimate place. She was so tight, her asshole clenching and unclenching as it struggled to accommodate my thick, hard cock. I could feel her body shaking, her breath coming in quick gasps as I pushed deeper, claiming her, making her mine.
Stella screamed in surprise, a loud, muffled cry that echoed through the room as she looked back over her shoulder, her eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. "Aaaaaaah hmmmmmm," she moaned, her voice a desperate, needy whine as she took in the sight of the other women standing behind her, watching her with mischievous grins, their eyes filled with lust and excitement.
I turned her around, hugging her tightly as she now faced everyone with my cock buried deep in her anal. Her eyes were wide with a mix of shock, pain, and undeniable pleasure as she looked up at me, her mouth open in a silent moan as she panted and gasped for breath.
Karen stepped forward, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Stella with a mix of disapproval and lust. "Stella, you naughty little slut," she said, her voice a low growl as she reached out and grabbed Stella's chin, forcing her to look up at her. "You were not allowed to cheat, were you? You know the rules, and you broke them. And now, you must be punished."
Margaret nodded in agreement, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked down at Stella, her eyes filled with a mix of disappointment and desire. "Yes, Stella," she said, her voice a low murmur. "You've been a very bad girl. And now, you must pay the price."
Stella looked at them, her eyes filled with a mix of guilt, need, and desperation. "I'm sorry, Karen, Margaret," she whimpered her voice a low, desperate plea as she writhed and bucked against me, her body shaking with need as my cock tore into her asshole, claiming her, making her mine. "But I couldn't control myself without Master's cock. My pussy was being so naughty, and I needed something to satisfy it. Please, have mercy on me."
I grinned, feeling a dark, primal thrill course through me as I listened to her beg, her voice a low, desperate whine as she squirmed and bucked against me, her body shaking with need as I fucked her asshole, my cock tearing into her, claiming her, making her mine. "There will be no mercy for you, Stella," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble as I grabbed her by the hips and began to fuck her even harder, my cock slamming into her asshole as I claimed her, used her, fucked her like the dirty little slut she was.
The other women watched, their eyes filled with lust and excitement as they took in the sight of Stella's punishment, her body shaking and convulsing as I fucked her asshole, her moans and screams filling the air as I claimed her, used her, fucked her like the worthless little fucktoy she was.
I could see their hands roaming over their own bodies, their fingers slipping into their panties as they touched themselves, their eyes filled with desire as they watched me fuck Stella, their moans and gasps filling the air as they pleasured themselves to the sight of her punishment.
"Please, Master," Stella begged, her voice a low, desperate whine as she looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears and need. "Please, fuck my pussy too. I need to feel you inside me, stretching me, filling me. Please, Master. Please, have mercy on my poor, needy pussy."
I grinned, feeling a dark, twisted thrill course through me as I listened to Stella beg, her voice a low, desperate whine as she bucked and writhed against me.
Her body shook with need as I fucked her asshole, my cock claiming her, making her mine with each brutal thrust. "Very well, my little slut," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble as I pulled my cock out of her asshole, feeling her gaping and empty as she moaned and whimpered in protest.
"Nooooo, Master, please don't stop!" she cried out, her voice a needy, desperate wail as I spun her around and bent her over the washing machine. I kicked her legs apart, spreading her wide open for me, her pussy lips glistening and swollen, her clit throbbing and erect as she moaned and writhed in anticipation.
"Please, Master, fuck my pussy! Stretch my pussy wide your hard cock!" Stella begged her voice a low, desperate whine as she looked back at me, her eyes filled with need and desperation.
I grabbed my cock, slick and glistening with her asshole's juices, and pressed it against her tight, wet pussy. I could feel her heat, her wetness, her body trembling with need as I pushed inside her, feeling her stretch and yield to my thick, hard cock.
Stella moaned a deep, guttural sound that echoed through the room as I filled her pussy, my cock tearing into her, claiming her, making her mine.
"Aaaaaahhhhh, Master! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she screamed, her body shaking and convulsing as I claimed her, used her, fucked her like the dirty little slut she was. The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the room, a raw, primal symphony of lust and domination.
The other women watched, their eyes filled with lust and excitement as they took in the sight of Stella's punishment. Their fingers moved faster, their moans and gasps growing louder as they pleasured themselves to the sight of me fucking Stella.
Their bodies shook and trembled as they brought themselves closer and closer to the edge, their eyes locked on the brutal, primal scene before them.
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"Yes, Master, fuck her like the worthless little whore she is," Margaret agreed, her voice a low murmur as she rubbed her clit, her eyes filled with lust and desire. "Make her beg for mercy."
I grabbed Stella by the hair, pulling her head back as I leaned down and growled in her ear, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You like that, don't you, my little slut? You like being fucked like a worthless little fucktoy, don't you?"
"Yessssss, Master," Stella moaned, her voice a low, desperate whine as she bucked and writhed against me. Her body shook with need as I fucked her pussy, my cock tearing into her, claiming her, making her mine. "I love it, Master. I love being your worthless little fucktoy. Please, Master. Please, fuck me harder. Make me yours. Claim me, use me, fuck me like the dirty little slut I am."
I grinned, feeling a dark, primal thrill course through me as I listened to her beg, her voice a low, desperate whine as she squirmed and bucked against me.
Her body shook with need as I fucked her pussy, my cock tearing into her, claiming her, making her mine. I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening as the urge to cum became overwhelming.
But I wasn't ready to cum yet. I wanted more. I wanted to push her to her limits, to use her, to fuck her, to make her mine in every filthy, twisted way I could imagine. I pulled my cock out of her pussy, feeling her gaping and empty as she moaned and whimpered in protest.
"Please, Master, noooooo!" she begged, her voice a low, desperate whine as she looked back at me, her eyes filled with need and desperation. "Please, don't stop. Please, fuck me more. I need your cock, Master. I need you to claim me, to use me, to fuck me like the dirty little slut I am."
I smirked, feeling a dark, twisted sense of satisfaction as I looked down at her, her body shaking and trembling with need. "Very well, my little slut," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "But first, you're going to lick my cock clean. You're going to taste your own pussy and asshole on my cock, and you're going to love it."
I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the washing machine, forcing her to her knees in front of me. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of humiliation, desperation, and undeniable lust as I grabbed my cock, slick and glistening with her juices, and pressed it against her lips.
"Lick it, my little slut," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Lick my cock clean. Taste your own pussy and asshole on my cock. Show me what a dirty little slut you are."
Stella moaned, a deep, guttural sound as she opened her mouth, her lips wrapping around my thick, hard cock as she began to lick, her tongue lapping at my cock, tasting her own juices as she cleaned me, pleasured me, served me.
I could feel her eager, desperate need as she sucked, her head bobbing up and down as she took me deep, her eyes looking up at me, filled with a mix of humiliation, desperation, and undeniable lust.
"Mmmmmmm, Master, your cock tastes so good," she moaned, her voice a low, desperate whine as she licked and sucked my cock, her body shaking with need and desire. "I love the taste of my pussy and asshole on your cock, Master. I love being your dirty little slut."
The other women watched, their eyes filled with lust and excitement as they took in the sight of Stella's debasement, her body shaking and convulsing as she licked my cock, her moans and whimpers filling the air as she pleasured me, served me, worshipped me like the dirty little slut she was.
"Look at her, the little slut," Jessica murmured, her voice a low growl as she fingered herself, her eyes fixed on Stella's glistening, stretched pussy. "She loves it, the dirty little whore. She loves being fucked like a worthless little fucktoy."
"Yes, Jessica," Paige agreed, her voice a low murmur as she rubbed her clit, her eyes filled with lust and desire. "She's such a naughty little slut, Jack. Fuck her harder. Make her scream."
I grinned, feeling a dark, primal sense of satisfaction as I looked down at her, knowing that she was mine, that she would always be mine, that I could use her, fuck her, and make her mine in every filthy, twisted way I could imagine.
I pulled my cock out of Stella's mouth, the cock glistening with her saliva and smeared with her lipstick. I hugged her tightly, lifting her effortlessly as I turned her around so that her back was pressed against my chest.
I could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in quick, desperate gasps as I positioned my cock at her tight, puckered asshole.
With a brutal, upward thrust, I impaled her, my cock stretching her asshole as I filled her completely. Stella squirted instantly, her pussy releasing a gush of juices as she came hard and fast, her body convulsing and shaking in my arms.
"Aaaahhh, Master! Hmmmmm, fuck! I'm cumming, aaaaaah!" she screamed, her voice a desperate, needy wail as I moved her up and down, my hands gripping her hips tightly. Her asshole stretched and yielded to my thick, hard cock as I bounced her on my cock, her body trembling with each brutal thrust.
The other women watched, their eyes wide with lust and excitement as they took in the sight of Stella's body shaking and convulsing as I fucked her asshole. Her pussy squirted with each thrust, her juices coating her thighs and the floor beneath her. Karen licked her lips, her eyes fixed on Stella's glistening, swollen pussy as she moaned, her body trembling with need and desire.
I moved closer to them, Stella's body still impaled on my cock, her back pressed against my chest as I held her tightly. Her body shook and convulsed as I fucked her asshole, her pussy squirting with each brutal thrust.
"Why don't you clean her pussy, Karen?" I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Feel my cock in her asshole through her pussy with your tongue. Lick her, taste her, make her cum again. And the rest of you, don't just stand there. Get involved."
Karen moaned, a deep, guttural sound as she crawled towards us, her eyes fixed on Stella's glistening, swollen pussy. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of lust, desire, and eagerness to please. "Yes, Jack," she purred, her voice a sultry murmur as she began to lick, her tongue lapping at Stella's pussy, tasting her juices as she cleaned her, pleasured her, served her.
"Mmmmmmm, Jack, her pussy tastes so fucking good," Karen moaned, her voice a low, desperate whine as she licked and sucked Stella's pussy. Her tongue pressed against my cock as she felt it thrusting in and out of Stella's asshole. "I can feel your cock, Jack. I can feel it fucking her asshole, claiming her, stretching her anal."
Margaret and Jessica moved closer, their eyes filled with lust and excitement as they watched the debauched scene before them. Margaret reached out, her hands grabbing and squeezing Stella's tits, her fingers pinching and twisting her inverted nipples as she leaned in and began to suck on one of them, her mouth hungry and eager.
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"Mmmmmm, Master, her tits taste so good," Margaret moaned, her voice a low, desperate whine as she sucked and bit Stella's nipples, her hands squeezing and kneading her flesh.
Jessica moved behind Karen, her hands reaching around to grab and squeeze her tits as she began to kiss and lick her neck, her mouth hungry and eager. "Mmmmmm, Karen, you taste so good," Jessica moaned, her voice a low, desperate whine as she licked and sucked Karen's neck, her hands squeezing and kneading her tits.
Stella moaned, a deep, guttural sound as she looked down at Karen, her eyes filled with a mix of pleasure, humiliation, and undeniable lust as she watched her lick and suck her pussy. She looked at Margaret and Jessica, her eyes filled with gratitude and desire as she watched them pleasure Karen and herself.
"Aaaaaahhhhh, Mistress Karen, Mistress Margaret, Mistress Jessica, that feels so fucking good," she moaned, her voice a low, desperate whine as she bucked and writhed against me. Her body shook with need and desire as I fucked her asshole, my cock tearing into her, claiming her, making her mine.
Paige and Elizabeth moved closer, their eyes filled with lust and excitement as they watched the filthy, twisted scene before them. They began to touch and pleasure each other, their hands roaming over each other's bodies as they kissed and licked, their moans and whimpers filling the air as they brought themselves closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck her harder, Jack," Paige moaned, her voice a low growl as she fingered Elizabeth, her eyes fixed on Stella's glistening, stretched asshole. "Make the little slut scream."
"Yes, Jack, fuck her like the worthless little whore she is," Elizabeth agreed, her voice a low murmur as she rubbed Paige's clit, her eyes filled with lust and desire. "Make her beg for mercy."
I grinned, feeling a dark, primal thrill course through me as I listened to their filthy words, their moans, and whimpers filling the air as they pleasured themselves and each other to the sight of me fucking Stella, of Karen licking her pussy, of the twisted, debauched scene before them.
I began to fuck Stella even harder, my hips slamming against her ass as I claimed her, used her, fucked her like the dirty little slut she was. I could feel Karen's tongue pressing against my cock, her moans and whimpers vibrating through Stella's pussy as she licked and sucked, her body shaking with need and desire.
"Aaaaaahhhhh, Master! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Stella screamed, her body shaking and convulsing as I claimed her, used her, fucked her like the dirty little slut she was. The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the room, a raw, primal symphony of lust and domination.
I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening as the urge to cum became overwhelming. With a final, brutal thrust, I buried my cock deep inside Stella's asshole, my cock pulsating and throbbing as I began to spurt my hot, thick cum inside her, filling her, claiming her, making her mine.
Stella moaned, a deep, guttural sound as she felt my cum filling her asshole, her body shaking and convulsing as she came again, her pussy squirting as Karen licked and sucked, her tongue pressing against my cock as I filled Stella with my seed.
"Mmmmmmm, Jack, I can taste your cum," Karen moaned, her voice a low, desperate whine as she licked and sucked Stella's pussy. Her tongue lapped at my cum as it leaked out of Stella's asshole, coating her pussy and Karen's tongue. "It tastes so fucking good, Jack. Thank you for letting me taste it."
"Who's next?" I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble as I grabbed my cock, still hard and throbbing, ready to claim the next willing victim.
Julie stepped forward, her eyes filled with a mix of lust, excitement, and nervous anticipation. "I'm next, Jack," she said, her voice a low, sultry purr as she began to undress, her eyes fixed on me, her body trembling with need and desire. "Please, fuck me. Give me your fat and huge dick."
I grinned, feeling a dark, primal thrill course through me as I looked at her, her body naked and trembling, her eyes filled with a mix of lust, fear, and anticipation. "Very well, my little slut," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble as I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards me, and kissed her on her lips "Bend over the washing machine. It's your turn to be fucked like a worthless little fucktoy."
Julie moaned, a deep, guttural sound as she bent over the washing machine, her ass high in the air, her pussy lips glistening and swollen as she looked back at me, her eyes filled with need and desperation. "Please, Jack, fuck me hard. Give it to me" she begged her voice a low, desperate whine as she wiggled her ass, inviting me to claim her, to use her, to fuck her like the dirty little slut she was.
I grabbed my cock, still hard and throbbing, the veins pulsating with need as I pressed it against Julie's tight, wet pussy. I could feel her heat, her wetness, her body trembling with anticipation as I pushed inside her, feeling her stretch and yield to my thick, hard cock. She moaned, a deep, guttural sound that echoed through the room as I filled her pussy, my cock tearing into her, claiming her, making her mine.
"Aaaaaahhhhh, Jack! Yes, fuck me! Just like that! Fuck me hard!" she screamed, her body shaking and convulsing as I claimed her, used her, fucked her like the dirty little slut she was.
I slapped her jiggly ass, the sound of my palm meeting her flesh echoing through the room with a sharp "Phhhtt." A red slap mark appeared on her ass cheeks, and she moaned, a deep, throaty sound as her pussy clenched tighter around my cock. "Aaaaaah, Jack! Yes, spank me! Make me your dirty little slut!" she cried out, her body writhing and bucking against me as I fucked her harder, my hips slamming against her ass.
Julie was screaming like crazy, her voice hoarse and desperate as she chanted, "Aaaaah, Jack! Aaaaah! Oh my god, I'm cumming! I'm cumming so hard!" Her body convulsed and shook as her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vise as she came hard, her juices squirting all over the washing machine, coating it with her release.
I reached around and grabbed her nipples, pulling and twisting them as I fucked her hard, my cock pounding into her pussy with brutal, relentless thrusts. Her nipples hardened between my fingers, her tits bouncing and jiggling with each thrust as she moaned and screamed, her body shaking and convulsing as I claimed her, used her, fucked her like the dirty little slut she was.
"Yes, Jack! Yes, pull my nipples! Make them hurt! Make me cum again!" she screamed, her voice a desperate, needy wail as I tugged and twisted her nipples, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure coursing through her body.
I could feel her pussy clenching and spasming around my cock, her juices coating my cock as I fucked her, her body shaking and convulsing as she came again, her screams and moans filling the air as she squirted her release all over the washing machine, her body trembling and shaking with the force of her orgasm.
"Mmmmmm, Jack, I can feel your big cock stretching my pussy, claiming me, making me yours," she moaned, her voice a low, desperate whine as she looked back at me, her eyes filled with a mix of pleasure, pain, and undeniable lust. "Aaaaaah I love being your dirty little slut, Jack. I love being uummmm aaaaah ... fucked by you, used by you, claimed by you."
I grinned like a savage beast, feeling a dark, primal thrill course through me as I listened to Julie beg and whimper, her voice a desperate, needy cry as she squirmed and bucked against me. Her body shook with need as I fucked her pussy, my thick, hard cock tearing into her, claiming her, making her mine.
I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls churning and tightening as the urge to cum became overwhelming. I growled, a low, dangerous sound as I demanded, "Julie, take my hot cum inside your fucking womb. Take every last fucking drop like the good little slut you are. I want to see my cum dripping out of your fucked-out pussy."
With a final, brutal thrust, I buried my cock deep inside her pussy, my cock pulsating and throbbing as I began to spurt my hot, thick cum inside her. I could feel her pussy clenching and spasming around my cock, milking me, taking every last drop of my cum as I filled her, claimed her, and made her mine.
Julie moaned like a filthy whore, a deep, guttural sound that echoed through the room as she felt my cum filling her pussy. Her body shook and convulsed as she came again, her pussy squirting and gushing as she took every last drop of my cum like the good little slut she was.
"Mmmmmm, Jack, I can feel your hot cum filling my pussy, claiming me, making me yours," she moaned, her voice a low, desperate whine as she looked back at me, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction, exhaustion, and undeniable devotion. " aaaah ummmmm I can feel it dripping out of me, fucking running down my thighs. aaaaaahh Fuck, it feels so fucking good, Jack."
As I pulled out of her, my cock glistening with our combined juices, I looked down at Julie, her body shaking and trembling as she looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion, satisfaction, and undeniable devotion.
I grinned like a savage beast, feeling a dark, primal sense of satisfaction as I looked down at her, knowing that she was mine, that she would always be mine, that I could use her, fuck her, and make her mine in every filthy, twisted way I could imagine.
But I wasn't done yet. I had a whole day to indulge in their bodies, to remind them of who they belonged to, to claim them and fuck them and make them mine all over again. And I was going to enjoy every fucking second of it.
I looked at Elizabeth, who was being fingered by Paige, her body writhing and squirming with pleasure. I walked over to her, my cock still hard and throbbing, ready for more. "Elizabeth, let me feel that pulsing anal of yours," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble as I scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom, the other women following close behind, their eyes filled with lust and anticipation.
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This time, I wanted to try something new. I wanted to push their boundaries, explore their limits, claim them, and fuck them in every filthy, twisted way I could imagine. I looked at Paige and Jessica, their bodies naked and trembling with need and desire. "Lie on the bed," I commanded, my voice firm and dominant as I directed them. "Spread your legs on top of each other, with your pussies pressed together."
Paige and Jessica complied, their bodies trembling with excitement and nervous anticipation as they lay on the bed, their legs spread wide, their pussies pressed together, their clits rubbing against each other as they moaned and writhed in pleasure.
I turned to Elizabeth, her eyes filled with a mix of lust, fear, and anticipation. "Lick their pussies, my little slut," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble as I pushed her head down towards their glistening, swollen pussies. "Make them cum. Make them scream with pleasure."
Elizabeth moaned, a deep, guttural sound as she began to lick and suck their pussies, her tongue lapping at their clits, her mouth hungry and eager. Paige and Jessica screamed in pleasure, their bodies writhing and bucking against each other as Elizabeth teased and pleasured them, her tongue and mouth working feverishly to make them cum.
"Aaaaaah, Elizabeth! Just like that! Tease my naughty little pussy! Hmmmm, make me cum!" they screamed, their voices filled with desperate, needy pleasure as they ground their pussies against each other, their clits rubbing together as Elizabeth licked and sucked them, her tongue and mouth driving them wild with pleasure.
I watched, my cock throbbing and pulsating with need and desire as I saw Elizabeth licking and sucking their pussies, her ass high in the air, her anal pulsing and stretching, ready for me to claim it, to fuck it, to make it mine.
I positioned myself behind her, my cock pressing against her tight, puckered asshole. I could feel her tense and stretch as I pushed inside her, claiming her, making her mine. She moaned, a deep, guttural sound as I filled her asshole, my cock tearing into her, stretching her, making her scream with pleasure and pain.
"Aaaaaah, Jack! Yes, fuck my asshole! Fuck me hard!" she screamed, her body shaking and convulsing as I claimed her, used her, fucked her like the dirty little slut she was.
I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I began to fuck her with brutal, savage thrusts, my cock tearing into her asshole, claiming her, making her mine. I could hear the wet, sucking sounds of her anal stretching to accommodate my thick, hard cock, the lewd, slapping sounds of our flesh meeting with each brutal thrust.
On my side, Julie was lying on the bed, her pussy still covered in my cum, her body trembling with need and desire. Stella and Margaret were between her legs, their tongues licking and cleaning her pussy, their mouths hungry and eager as they lapped up my cum, their tongues and mouths working feverishly to please her, to serve her, to make her cum again.
Karen was by Julie's side, her mouth sucking and biting her nipples, her hands squeezing and kneading her tits as she pleasured her, served her, and made her scream with desire and need.
The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and screams, their bodies writhing and bucking with pleasure as I fucked Elizabeth's asshole, as Stella and Margaret licked and cleaned Julie's pussy, as Karen sucked and bit her nipples, as Paige and Jessica ground their pussies against each other, their clits rubbing together as Elizabeth licked and sucked them, driving them wild with pleasure.
I grabbed Elizabeth's hair, pulling her head back as I leaned down and growled in her ear, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You like that, don't you, my little slut? You like being fucked like a worthless little fucktoy, don't you?"
"Yes, Jack!" she screamed, her voice a desperate, needy wail as she bucked and writhed against me, her body shaking with need as I fucked her asshole, my cock tearing into her, claiming her, making her mine. "I love it, Jack! I love being your worthless little fucktoy! Please, Jack. Please, fuck me harder. Make me yours. Claim me, use me, fuck me like the dirty little slut I am."
I grinned like a savage beast, feeling a dark, primal thrill course through me as I listened to her beg, her voice a low, desperate whine as she squirmed and bucked against me, her body shaking with need as I fucked her asshole, my cock tearing into her, claiming her, making her mine.
I looked around the room, my eyes meeting each of them, feeling a swell of pride and satisfaction as I saw the devotion and eagerness in their faces. I was going to enjoy every fucking second of it. I was going to claim them, use them, fuck them like the dirty little sluts they were, and I was going to revel in every filthy, twisted moment of it.
As I continued to fuck Elizabeth's asshole, I reached around and grabbed her tits, squeezing and kneading them as I fucked her hard and fast, my cock claiming her, making her mine. I could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in quick, desperate gasps as she neared the edge of her orgasm.
"Cum for me, my little slut," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble as I fucked her harder, my cock tearing into her, claiming her, making her mine. "Cum for me like the dirty little fucktoy you are."
I grabbed Elizabeth's tits, squeezing them hard as I pulled her towards my cock, feeling a little resistance as I pushed her down onto my thick, throbbing cock.
Elizabeth screamed like crazy, her voice a desperate, needy wail as she took me deep inside her. "Aaaaaaah, Jack! My womb is swallowing your cock! Aaaaaah! Cum for me, Jack! Make me a mother of your child! Aaaaah!"
I could feel her pussy clenching my cock even tighter, her walls squeezing and milking me as I fucked her hard and deep. The sensation was overwhelming, and I couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, brutal thrust, I buried my cock deep inside her womb, my cock pulsating and throbbing as I began to spurt my hot, thick cum inside her, filling her, claiming her, making her mine.
"Aaaaaaaah, take it, Elizabeth! Take my cum!" I roared, my voice a low, dangerous growl as I filled her with my seed, my cock pumping and throbbing as I emptied myself inside her.
"Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! Aaaaah!" Elizabeth moaned harder, her body trembling and convulsing with each spurt of my hot cum, her pussy clenching and spasming around my cock as she took every last drop of my seed.
Karen and the other women watched, their eyes wide with excitement and lust as they took in the dirty, filthy scene before them. They could see my cock throbbing and pulsating as I filled Elizabeth with my cum, her body shaking and trembling with the force of her orgasm. They could hear our moans and screams, our bodies slapping together as I claimed her, used her, fucked her like the dirty little slut she was.
"Jack, I also want to be the mother of your child," Karen moaned, her voice a desperate, needy whine as she spread her pussy wide, inviting me to fill her, to claim her, to make her mine. "Please, Jack, fill my womb with your cum. Make me a mother of your child."
The other women echoed her sentiments, their bodies trembling with need and desire as they spread their pussies wide, waiting for me to fill them, to claim them, to make them mine. "Yes, Jack, please fill our pussies with your cum. Make us the mothers of your children," they begged, their voices a chorus of desperate, needy moans.
Even though I knew they wouldn't actually get pregnant with my child because of my Conception Control ability, the thought of fucking them like they could, the idea of filling their wombs with my cum, made my cock throb and pulse with need and desire. I wanted to know what it felt like to fuck a pregnant woman, to feel her swollen belly against me as I claimed her, used her, fucked her like the dirty little slut she was.
I quickly pulled my cock out of Elizabeth's asshole, the obscene plop sound filling the room as her anal let my cock leave it. I looked around the room, my eyes meeting each of them, feeling a swell of pride and satisfaction as I saw the devotion and eagerness in their faces.
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"Who's next?" I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble as I grabbed my cock, still hard and throbbing, ready to claim the next willing victim. "Who wants to be my fucking fucktoy next? Who wants me to fill their womb with my cum?"
Margaret spread her legs wide, her pussy glistening and swollen as she looked up at me, her eyes filled with need and desire. "Me, Master," she moaned, her voice a low, desperate whine. "Fill my womb with your cum. Make me a mother of your child."
I grinned like a savage beast, feeling a dark, primal thrill course through me as I looked down at her, her body naked and trembling, her eyes filled with a mix of lust, fear, and anticipation. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her towards me, my cock pressing against her tight, wet pussy as I pushed inside her, feeling her stretch and yield to my thick, hard cock.
Margaret moaned a deep, guttural sound that echoed through the room as I filled her pussy, my cock tearing into her, claiming her, making her mine. I could feel her pussy clenching and spasming around my cock, her juices coating my cock as I fucked her hard and deep, my hips slapping against her ass as I claimed her, used her, fucked her like the dirty little slut she was.
"Aaaaaah, Master! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fill my womb with your cum!" she screamed, her body shaking and convulsing as I claimed her, used her, fucked her like the dirty little slut she was.
I grabbed her tits, squeezing and kneading them as I fucked her hard and fast, my cock claiming her, making her mine. I could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in quick, desperate gasps as she neared the edge of her orgasm.
"Cum for me, my little slut," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble as I fucked her harder, my cock tearing into her, claiming her, making her mine. "Cum for me like the dirty little fucktoy you are. Take my cum inside your womb and make a mother of your child."
Margaret screamed, her body shaking and convulsing as she came hard and fast, her pussy clenching and spasming around my cock as she took every last inch of me, her body milking me, taking every last drop of my cum as I filled her, claimed her, made her mine.
As I pulled out of her pussy, my cock glistening with our combined juices, I looked down at Margaret, her body shaking and trembling as she looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion, satisfaction, and undeniable devotion.
I grinned like a savage beast, feeling a dark, primal sense of satisfaction as I looked down at her, knowing that she was mine, that she would always be mine, that I could use her, fuck her, and make her mine in every filthy, twisted way I could imagine.
But I still wasn't done. I had more to give, more to take, more to claim. I looked around the room, my eyes meeting each of them, feeling a swell of pride and satisfaction as I saw the devotion and eagerness in their faces. I was going to enjoy every fucking second of it. I was going to claim them, use them, fuck them like the dirty little sluts they were, and I was going to revel in every filthy, twisted moment of it.
And so, the sex marathon continued. I fucked each one of them hard and deep, filling their pussies and asses with my cum, claiming them, making them mine.
Their moans and screams filled the room, their bodies shaking and trembling with the force of their orgasms as I used them, fucked them, and claimed them like the dirty little sluts they were.
As I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the soft glow of daylight filtering through the windows. I looked around the room, taking in the sight of the women lying around me, their bodies naked and marked with the stains of my cum, a testament to the intense and debauched night we had shared. A sense of satisfaction and dominance washed over me as I saw the evidence of my claim on each of them.
I carefully extricated myself from the tangle of limbs and bodies, making sure not to disturb their sleep. As I stood up, I could feel the remnants of the night's activities clinging to my skin, a mix of sweat, sex, and the scent of their bodies. I needed a shower to wash away the physical reminders, even though the memories would linger.
I made my way to the bathroom, and the sound of the shower started to fill the bathroom. The hot water cascaded over my body, washing away the evidence of the night but leaving the memories firmly etched in my mind. I took my time, letting the water cleanse and rejuvenate me, preparing me for the day ahead.
As I stepped out of the shower, I quickly dried off and got dressed, choosing practical and unassuming clothes for the journey ahead. I knew that the women would be reluctant to let me go. To avoid any unnecessary drama or delay, I decided it was best to leave quietly.
I ordered SERA and gave her clear instructions. "SERA, inform all the women that I have left for Mexico. Make sure they understand that it's important and that I'll be back as soon as possible."
SERA acknowledged my command with a soft beep and a nod of her holographic head. "Understood, sir. I will relay the message to them. Is there anything else you need before you depart?"
I thought for a moment, then shook my head. "No, that's all. Just make sure they're taken care of while I'm gone. And SERA, book me an economy flight to Mexico. I want to keep a low profile this time."
SERA nodded again. "Of course, sir. I'll arrange the flight immediately. Safe travels, and I'll be here to assist you, Master, all the time."
Then it hit me— in Mexico, where Spanish is predominantly spoken. I realized I might run into a language barrier. I quickly opened the SUDIX store and decided to check if it had anything useful.
After a quick search, I found a skill called "Universal Language." It promised instant comprehension and fluency in any language. Perfect for my needs.
I bought it without hesitation. The $100,000 price tag was a mere drop in the bucket compared to the power and convenience it offered. I integrated the skill immediately, feeling a rush as the knowledge flooded my mind.
Now, armed with the ability to understand and speak any language, I was ready to navigate Mexico with ease.
With everything in order, I grabbed my bag and made my way to the door. I took one last look at the women, their bodies still and peaceful in sleep, a mix of contentment and exhaustion on their faces. A small smile played on my lips as I turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind me.
The journey to the airport was uneventful, and I made sure to blend in with the crowd, keeping my profile low. I wore a simple hoodie and jeans, nothing that would draw attention to me.
I retrieved my phone and scrutinized the ticket SERA had dispatched; all was in order. As I boarded the economy flight, I settled into my seat by the window, ready for the trip to Mexico. My mind was already focused on the task ahead—dealing with Tony.
I paused, eyes closed, to activate the SUDIX System and assess my financial status after my recent expenditures.
SUDIX System: Activated
My Accounts: $170 Billion
I marveled at the balance, acknowledging that SERA was generating income faster than I could spend it. After all, my most extravagant purchase had been merely ten Shadow Guards, a $500 million expense. I concluded that there was no need for SERA to continue siphoning funds from dormant accounts worldwide.
Satisfied, I turned my attention to the SUDIX Store to equip myself for impending challenges. I perused the vast array of weapons and gear, selecting items to ensure I'd be formidable in any encounter.
Purchased:
Glock 34 with Unlimited Ammo: $1 Million
Coharie Arms CA-415 Assault Rifle with Unlimited Ammo: $3 Million
2 Iconic Katanas with Strongest Metal Alloy: $2 Million
The prospect of wielding these weapons sent a surge of excitement through me. The katanas, in particular, held an almost magical appeal.
I imagined the soft hiss of the blade slicing through the air, the precision and skill it would require. The idea of close combat, feeling the resistance of flesh against steel, was both exhilarating and darkly satisfying.
Drawn to the craftsmanship of the sword, I invested an additional $50,000 in the sword mastery skill to hone my technique. The skill was now available in My Space, so I quickly integrated it.
The best part was that my existing skills, such as Martial Arts and other combat actions, synergized with Sword Mastery, making me a formidable swordmaster capable of even slicing a bullet in half.
With my Mutant Healing Factor, I was nearly invincible. The image of surviving a nuclear strike and rising from the ashes, my body regenerating from such devastation, would strike a primal fear into the hearts of my enemies. Even the most ruthless foes would tremble at the sight of an unstoppable force.
As I indulged in these thoughts, I noticed passengers beginning to fill in, taking their seats. A couple caught my eye as they approached my row. The woman, who appeared to be the wife, took the seat beside me, while her husband sat by the corner.
She was striking, with long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders and warm, almond-shaped eyes that hinted at her Mexican heritage. Her pencil skirt hugged her curves, accentuating her silhouette, and her blouse was just sheer enough to suggest the form beneath. I couldn't help but be drawn to her, feeling a spark of intrigue and attraction.
Discreetly, I activated my AI lens to learn more about her. Her name was Olivia Rodriguez, 38 years old, and she was indeed the wife of Miguel Torres. I watched as she crossed her legs, the hem of her skirt riding up slightly, revealing a glimpse of her toned thigh.
I caught Olivia stealing glances at me, her eyes lingering a moment too long before darting away. I knew that my charisma was at work. I'd noticed this before—women being drawn to me like moths to a flame, men looking on with a mix of envy and resentment.
There was an undeniable tension building between us, a magnetic pull that was difficult to ignore. I didn't need to make a move; my presence alone was enough to attract her attention.
As the plane ascended, I gazed out the window, watching the world shrink below. My thoughts raced with tactics and scenarios. Dealing with Tony would be a breeze now, thanks to my newfound abilities. But it wasn't just Tony on my mind—it was his girlfriend, Marina.
I pictured her—that stunning beauty with her long, wavy hair and curves that could make any man weak. She was a prize to be claimed, a trophy to be won. And I was the one who would conquer her.
I reclined in my seat, turning my head slightly to look at Olivia, who was sitting beside me.
Olivia caught me looking at her and offered a warm, inviting smile. "Hello, I'm Olivia," she said, extending her hand towards me. Her nails were perfectly manicured, her grip firm yet gentle.
I reached out to take her hand, feeling a jolt of electricity at her touch. "Hello, I'm Jack," I replied, my gaze locked onto hers. Her eyes were a deep, expressive brown, flecked with gold, and I felt an intense curiosity to know more about her. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire
Her husband, seemingly unaware of the charged moment passing between us, introduced himself. "Hello, I'm Miguel Torres, Olivia's husband," he said, a note of pride in his voice. "I'm a lawyer, specializing in corporate affairs."
I nodded politely, turning my attention back to Olivia. "And what do you do, Olivia? What brings you to this flight?" I asked, eager to keep the conversation flowing.
Her eyes lit up as she spoke about her passion. "Oh, I have my own beauty salon in Mexico City. It's called 'Belleza de Olivia.' It's a lot of work, but I absolutely love it. I've built it from the ground up, and it's become this incredible, vibrant space where people come to feel beautiful and relaxed."
I leaned in, genuinely captivated by her story. "That's truly impressive, Olivia. It takes a lot of courage and determination to run your own business, especially one that brings so much joy to others."
She beamed at the compliment, her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and delight. "Thank you, Jack. That means a lot to me. And what about you? What brings you to Mexico?" she asked, her gaze holding mine with genuine interest.
I paused, considering how much to reveal. I wanted to maintain an air of mystery, to keep her intrigued and engaged. "I have some business interests in real estate," I said, lowering my voice slightly to create a sense of intimacy between us.
"I'm looking to expand my portfolio, and Mexico has some promising opportunities. There's something about the culture, the history, the energy of the country that draws me in and makes me want to explore more."
Olivia's eyes sparkled with excitement, her body language open and animated. "That sounds amazing, Jack! I've always been so curious about real estate. It seems like such a thrilling, fast-paced world. And you're absolutely right, Mexico is an incredible place, full of life, color, and vibrant culture. The food, the music, the art—it's all so rich and diverse."
Miguel, who had been listening to our conversation, interjected, "If you ever need my help, you can come to me. As you know, I'm a lawyer, and I can help you deal with the documents and any legal aspects." He handed me his business card with a friendly smile.
I took the business card and thanked him before turning my attention back to Olivia. Miguel put on the sleep mask and decided to get some sleep.
As we continued to chat, I felt a growing connection between us, a magnetic pull that was hard to ignore. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, like we'd known each other for years rather than mere minutes. I found myself hanging on her every word, drawn to her passion, her enthusiasm, her zest for life.
Subtly, I activated the Hand of Arousal, my hand lightly brushing against hers as I reached for my glass. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of excitement through me.
I saw her breath hitch slightly, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. She didn't pull away. Instead, she looked at me, her eyes holding a mixture of surprise, intrigue, and perhaps even a hint of desire.
I kept the conversation flowing, not wanting to draw attention to the subtle, charged moment between us. "So, Olivia, what do you love most about Mexico City? What should I absolutely not miss while I'm there?" I asked, my voice steady despite the racing of my heart.
She smiled, her eyes lighting up as she began to share her favorite places. "Oh, there's so much to see and do! You must visit the historic center, the Zócalo. It's the heart of the city, surrounded by beautiful colonial architecture. The Metropolitan Cathedral and the Templo Mayor are incredible sites that tell the story of Mexico's rich history."
Her voice was filled with love and pride for her city. "And the museums—the Anthropology Museum is a must-see, it's truly world-class. You can spend hours there and still not see everything. And don't forget the food! You have to try authentic Mexican street tacos, and the mole sauce is something you can't miss."
As she spoke, I listened intently, my mind racing with thoughts of where this connection might lead, and what adventures lay ahead in Mexico. I could already picture us exploring the vibrant streets together, her laughter echoing through the bustling markets, the scent of spicy food filling the air.
Olivia continued, her expression turning more serious. "To be honest, Jack, this trip wasn't entirely for pleasure. I went to visit my mother-in-law. She lives in California with her husband, and let's just say she's not the easiest person to get along with."
I raised an eyebrow, inviting her to share more. "Oh really? How so?"
She sighed, looking down at her hands for a moment before meeting my gaze again. "She was against our marriage from the start. She had other plans for Miguel, and I didn't fit into them. She wanted him to marry someone from a more 'suitable' background, whatever that means. And now, she's been pressuring us to have a child. It's become a real point of contention between us."
I nodded understandingly, seeing the tension in her shoulders, the worry in her eyes. "That sounds really challenging, Olivia. It's hard when family expectations don't align with our own desires and plans for our lives."
She looked at me, her expression softening. "Exactly, Jack. It's nice to feel understood. Miguel tries to mediate, but he's often caught in the middle. It's not easy for him either. He wants to please his mother, but he also wants to support me and our life together."
I reached out, giving her hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "Well, I'm here if you need to talk more about it. Sometimes an outside perspective can help."
She smiled at me, her eyes filled with gratitude and warmth. "Thank you, Jack. That means a lot to me. I feel like I can really talk to you, and that's something special."
I gently took her hand, intending to comfort her, but my touch seemed to ignite something within her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her eyes burned with raw lust as my touch set her on fire. I knew she was becoming more and more aroused with my touch as the ability of the Hand Of Arousal was at its work.
Her breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, her chest heaving as my touch ignited a wildfire within her. Her eyes, glazed with raw, primal lust, bore into mine, conveying her urgent need.
She bit her lower lip hard, her gaze flicking to her husband, sleeping soundly beside her, completely oblivious to the illicit desire unfolding mere inches away. Her eyes returned to me, her gaze screaming fuck me, fuck me right now.
Suddenly, the air hostess approached our row and asked if we needed anything. Olivia requested a glass of water, and her husband stirred briefly, waking just long enough to decline anything for himself before drifting back to sleep. The air hostess handed Olivia the water and continued down the aisle, leaving us in our semi-private bubble.
Olivia looked at her husband, who was now awake but groggy, his eyes struggling to stay open. I could see the gears turning in her head, her mind racing with illicit thoughts. Suddenly, she spilled the glass of water onto my pants, making it look like an accident. "I am so sorry... It's my fault," she exclaimed, her hands immediately reaching out to brush off the water, her fingers lingering on my thighs, her touch sending waves of heat through me.
Her husband noticed the commotion and chastised her, "Hey, why didn't you pay attention? You're always like this." He apologized to me on her behalf, but his attention was already waning, his eyes heavy with sleep. With a sigh, he stood up and walked to the air hostess, asking her for some towels. He followed the air hostess down the aisle, leaving Olivia and me alone.
Noticing her husband was no longer beside her, Olivia became bold. She slid her hand onto my thigh, her fingers inching ever closer to my throbbing, aching cock.
I could feel the heat of her touch through my pants, her fingers grazing the length of my cock, sending electric jolts of pleasure pulsing through my veins, straight to my groin.
Her eyes were locked onto mine, her breath coming in short, desperate pants as she silently begged me to take her, to satisfy the burning desire that threatened to consume us both.
I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear, whispering, "What are you doing, Olivia?"
Her breath hitched, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Jack... I... I just wanted... to help, yes, I was just fixing your pants," she stammered, her eyes locked onto my growing bulge. She took her hands away from me, but her gaze remained fixed, her breath coming in short, desperate pants as she stared at my boner, her mind clearly racing with illicit thoughts. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips in anticipation, her body taut with tension and ready to submit to my every whim.
Her husband returned with a towel, handing it to me. "Here you go," he said, his voice groggy with sleep. I took the towel and stood up, my pants still damp from the spilled water. "Thanks, I'll go to the washroom and take care of it," I said, my voice steady despite the tension coursing through my body.
I walked toward the washroom, my heart pounding in my chest. I entered the cramped space and opened the SUDIX System, navigating to its store. I quickly purchased the same pants I was wearing, the transaction taking only a matter of seconds. As I reached down to remove my wet pants, I heard a soft knock on the washroom door.
"Jack, it's me, Olivia. Can you open the door for a second?" her voice was urgent, her words tumbling out in a rushed whisper. I opened the door, and Olivia slipped inside quickly, pushing me back and closing the door behind her.
I acted surprised, my voice nervous as I asked, "Olivia, what are you doing?"
She looked at me, her eyes filled with lust and desperation. "Jack...." she started, but her words trailed off as her gaze drifted downward.
My old pants were lying on the floor, my new pants still stored in the SUDIX System, not yet materialized. My underwear was bulging, my cock was already hard from Olivia's teasing, and the fabric stretched taut against my erection.
Olivia's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of me. "Jack," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "You're... you're so hard."
She reached out, her fingers tracing the length of my cock through my underwear, her touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. "I want you, Jack," she whispered, her eyes locked onto mine. "I want you to fuck me, right here, right now."
Olivia didn't wait any longer. She tugged my underwear down, and my cock sprang free, throbbing and hard, finally released from its confines. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around my length, her touch eager and hungry. She began to stroke me, her eyes locked onto mine, her breath coming in short, desperate pants.
I looked at Olivia, my voice a low growl as I asked, "Aren't you scared your husband will find out?"
Olivia hesitated, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. "I am scared... but I can't control myself anymore.... I want your hard cock inside my naughty pussy," she admitted, her voice a sultry whisper. Her eyes were filled with a wild, reckless lust, her body aching with need.
I growled, my hands gripping her hips as I pulled her against me. I leaned in, my lips crashing onto hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. She moaned into my mouth, her body melting against mine as our tongues danced and entwined. "Ummmm," she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the illicit desire consuming us both.
I didn't bother to undress her. Instead, I reached down, my hands grasping the hem of her skirt, pulling it up to reveal her smooth, bare thighs. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down and letting them fall to the floor. I positioned her above me, her pussy mere inches from my throbbing cock.
I sat down on the toilet seat, Olivia straddling me, her legs wrapped around my waist. I looked up at her, my eyes locked onto hers as I asked, "Do you want me to put it in?"
Olivia looked at me with lust-filled eyes, her cheeks flushed with desire. She nodded eagerly, her breath hitching in anticipation. "But you have to be quiet," I warned, my voice a low growl. "Otherwise, someone might hear you screaming. Do you think your pussy can take my whole cock?"
Olivia bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with determination and desire. "Yes," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "I want it all, Jack. I want you to fill me completely. I want you to stretch me, use me, fuck me like I'm your dirty little slut."
I grinned, a dark and primal smile, as I gripped her hips tightly and positioned her above my thick, hard cock. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, her wetness coating the tip of my cock as I slowly lowered her onto me. Olivia's eyes widened, her mouth opening in a silent gasp as she took me in, her tight, velvety walls enveloping me inch by inch.
"Aaaaaah ummmmm," Olivia moaned softly, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain as her pussy swallowed my cock. Her walls clenched around me, her body trembling as she took me in, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
"Fuck, you're so tight," I growled, my body tensing as I fought the urge to thrust upwards, to bury myself completely in her warmth. Olivia's nails dug into my shoulders as she braced herself, her eyes locked onto mine as she slowly, agonizingly, took me in, her body yielding to my invasion.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Ma'am, are you okay?" a voice called from the other side. It was the air hostess, her voice laced with concern.
I quickly activated the AI lens, allowing me to see through the door. The air hostess was standing outside, her ear pressed against the door, listening for any signs of distress. Olivia's pussy clenched around my cock as she heard the knock, her eyes widening in alarm.
"Everything is fine," Olivia called out, her voice surprisingly steady despite the circumstances. I could see the blush spreading across her cheeks, the embarrassment and arousal warring within her.
I pulled my cock out of her pussy, and Olivia instinctively tried to take it back, her body craving more. But I had other plans. I turned her around to face the door, her breath hitching in anticipation and nervousness.
"Stay quiet and still," I whispered, my voice a low growl as I held her hips firmly. Olivia complied, her body tense with anticipation. I quickly accessed the SUDIX Store and purchased two small bud vibrators. With a smirk, I pushed them into Olivia's pussy and asshole without warning, the sudden intrusion making her gasp sharply.
"Aaaah, Jack! What are you—aaaaah!" she cried out, her body convulsing with the unexpected sensation.
I cut her off, my voice was stern and commanding. "Shh, slut. Take it. Take the vibrators like the dirty little bitch you are."
Olivia bit her lip, trying to suppress her moans as I turned on the vibrators, the intense buzzing filling her completely. Her body trembled with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.
"Oh god, Jack... Aaaaaah, it's so intense! Aaaaaah, I can feel them vibrating inside me!" she whimpered, her voice breathy and desperate.
I smirked, knowing that I was giving her exactly what she needed. "That's right, slut. Feel them vibrating deep in your pussy and asshole. Feel them stretching you, filling you. You're my dirty little bitch, aren't you?"
Olivia shook her head, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as she tried to comply. I could see the mix of pleasure and discomfort in her eyes as she looked back at me, her body trembling with the effort to stay quiet.
"Shhh," I hushed her, my voice a low whisper as I leaned in close to her ear. "You have to be quiet, remember? You don't want the air hostess to hear you and know what a dirty little slut you are, do you?"
I quickly took off her panties, which were hanging on my cock, and helped her put them back on. Olivia's eyes were filled with a mix of sluttiness and desperation as she felt the vibrator inside her, the sensation of being filled and denied at the same time driving her wild.
"You're going to go back to your seat first," I whispered, my voice a low growl as I looked into her eyes. "And we'll continue this after we land. But for now, you're going to sit there with that vibrator inside you, feeling it fill you, tease you, drive you crazy. And you're not going to cum until I say so. Understood?"
Olivia nodded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal as she reluctantly agreed. I could see the struggle in her eyes, the need to obey warring with the desire to stay and continue our illicit encounter.
"But Jack," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea. "What if I can't hold it in? What if I cum before we land?"
I grinned, a dark and sadistic smile, as I looked at her, my voice a low rumble. "Then you'll be punished, Olivia. And you know what that means. Now be a good little slut and do as you're told."
Olivia nodded again, her breath hitching as she tried to control her reactions. She took a deep breath, composing herself before opening the door.
The air hostess was still standing outside, her eyes filled with concern as she looked at Olivia. Olivia met her gaze, her voice steady despite the flush in her cheeks.
"Oh, it's my husband," Olivia said, her voice steady despite the flush in her cheeks. "He spilled water on his pants, and I was helping him change."
The air hostess looked at me, her eyes taking in my disheveled appearance. I gave her a smirk, my arm wrapped around Olivia's waist possessively. "Thank you for your concern," I said, my voice steady and calm. "I'm a bit clumsy sometimes."
The air hostess nodded, her eyes lingering on us for a moment before she turned and walked away. I could see the mix of suspicion and acceptance in her eyes as she left, her mind already moving on to the next task.
As we made our way back to our seats, I could feel Olivia's body trembling against mine, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as she tried to control her arousal. I knew that the vibrator inside her was driving her wild, the sensation of being filled and denied at the same time pushing her to the edge of her control.
I quickly let go of her as I saw her husband awake and noticing us coming together, but he didn't notice anything strange and said to me, "I am sorry for my wife, you know sometimes she can be a bit clumsy."
I smiled and looked at Olivia, then said to her husband, "Don't worry about it, your wife has already apologized for this."
I helped her into her seat, my hand lingering on her waist as I leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Remember, Olivia," I growled, my voice a low rumble. "You're mine. And I always take care of what's mine. But for now, you're going to sit here and feel that vibrator inside you, teasing you, driving you crazy. And you're not going to cum until I say so."
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