Welldark

 I climbed off Aclysia. A signalling nod of my head was all that she needed to get back in line. My cock rested between their round butts. Heat radiated from Esther’s spanked cheeks, while Aclysia had that normal, excited warmth. They shifted back and forth, competing with each other over who got to have more contact with my cock. A friendly competition, put on entirely for my pleasure, as the constant relenting of the winning side proved.

“Now, who do I wish to pound next?” I pulled the vibrator out of Esther’s cunt, let it simply fall onto the mattress, before aligning myself with her ready entrance. Slowly, I pushed inside, parting her tight folds. My Queen gasped. She met me halfway. Her reddened butt jiggled softly when it met my groin. It was a snug fit, when I was all the way inside her. “You’re quite eager, lady of my love.”

“Always, Master.” Esther gyrated her hips, letting her trembling walls massage my length without letting a single centimetre of me leave her. “The pleasures of the flesh, you have ingrained in me thoroughly.” She rubbed shoulders with Aclysia. “Tonight only deepens this.”

I lingered in the embrace of her sex for a little bit, then pulled out and instead aligned myself with Aclysia. The half elf had gone just a little longer without an orgasm and that was enough for her to throw her head back and shout when I penetrated her. That and the fact that I rammed into her agape cunt without compromise. She loved to take it hard and I loved to see her ass ripple. “Ever more hungry on the night of your deflowering, my maid.”

“I’m your sex slave, Master!” Aclysia swayed her bubble butt back and forth. It was gorgeous in motion and gorgeous getting kneaded by my hand. I gave it a light swat. “…Master…” she gasped, a hunger in her voice. That first spank had not been enough for her. I repeated the motion, this time strong enough for it to echo in the room. Aclysia went rigid, soft red swiftly surfacing on her paper white ass. Her cunt clenched around me. “Master!” she shouted, with some delay.

I pulled out and got back between them, cock now glistening with the debauched mixture of saliva, precum, and pussy juices. That erotic cocktail was smeared all over where their butts and my cock met. My fingers replaced my manhood, working them both at a steady pace. Moans and wet smacks filled the room.

“Two submissive, masochistic, gorgeous, intelligent, capable and beloved partners.” I let out a long, deep sigh, as if anything about that list was lamentable. There was, in that I could only make love to one of them to the degree I desired. “Who to choose? Which one shall I devour?” A renewed smack and Esther cried out loudly. “My proud and wonderful Queen?” It was Aclysia’s turn after that, shouting my title after I slapped her rump. “My diligent and obedient maid? What do you believe, my haremettes?”

Esther spoke up first, of course she did. Her smooth voice was taxed by the pleasure of the continued fingering. “I desire to la-ah-p more of your seed… out of our servant’s cunt, m-mhhm-y Karitas.” If my cock hadn’t been already back to full mast, that would have definitely done it. Amber, her eyes were framed by the dishevelled strands of her untamed hair, staring needfully at her sister in desire. “Let m-mhm-e fa-fall deeper into this love. I’m Queen of this harem. I shall -yes...- see to the satisfaction of those who I share my ma-ah-n with!”

“Aclysia?” I urged my maid to say her piece.

“If I may, I -ah- disagree vehemently with-“ She had to stop and gulp. “-…my Mistress.” A smack to the bottom urged her to continue. “I… I have enjoyeeed so much attention a-ah-lready. It’s unbecoming of a servannnt to take all attention away from her Mistress. Please… please let me… have the honour of serving her the same way she served me! I wish to taste you both!”

Deeply, I hummed, grabbed my cock and drummed it on their jiggling behinds. Them making their case for each other was immensely pleasing, but it made my decision that much harder. How to choose between two girls so good that they pleaded for the other’s delight over their own? While I attempted to unravel this monumental issue, Esther drew away from my fingers.

The lady of my love turned around and gave first my cock, then Aclysia’s white rump several longing licks. She cleaned the gooey mixture of juices off the skin of her fellow haremette. Fingers sunk into the fat ass. With the way Aclysia curved her back, putting her sphincter or cunt on anymore display was impossible. All Esther did was show how much meat there was to Aclysia’s backside. “Her, my Master,” she insisted.

Esther was my submissive and, in this dynamic, she evidently also was Aclysia’s dom. I had the final say, but to ignore her authority when she was this certain would have been bad manners. Plus, whatever made the decision easier, I would take.

Rubbing Aclysia’s labia, Esther entertained our servant while I inched the half step behind her. A few lewd smacks were delivered to the agape hole. Esther bit her lower lip, watching the sticky strands on her fingers. She grabbed my cock and guided me into the half elf’s drenched hole.

“Th-thank you, Mistress….” Aclysia’s voice was a relaxed whisper, beyond the throws of passion and fully indulged in the relief of really good sex.

“You should be grateful. I allow you to enjoy my Karitas’ erotic expertise.” Esther delivered a satisfying swat to the side of Aclysia’s rear, sending a ripple through the left cheek and thigh. Another red mark, that made her backside so much more colourful than the rest of her evenly white skin. I could see the sexual calculation in Esther’s eyes, while she caressed the half elf’s butt. The art of spanking was to take it just far enough that there would be no bruising. “Each thrust is a token of our good will, servant.”

“Yes!” Aclysia’s cry spiked in volume, my cock being slammed deep into her. “Thank you,” she moaned, when I pulled out. “Thank you!” she shouted, when I plunged back inside. “Th-ahn-k you!” she gasped, when Esther tugged at the butt plug.

The toy stretched her backdoor. Bit for bit it became visible. As a beginner size, even the broadest part was easily pulled past the tight embrace. Esther gave a debauched chuckle, withdrawing the toy a little more before pushing it back inside. Aclysia struggled to breathe in a steady pattern. “Oh, she likes that,” I commented on the obvious.

Esther gave her ass another tap, a tame one this time. It was barely even audible, unlike Aclysia’s heated panting. Her voice hitched and was released in groans, matching the unsteady pattern of her holes being penetrated. Esther dragged her tongue over the tormented curve of Aclysia’s ass. Agape pussy lips were spread out further by her clawing hands.

I surrendered the worship of that behind entirely to Esther. The lady of my love did a wonderful job at working the plug in and out. Equally, she was doing well at giving me a show of Aclysia’s juiciness. Not that much had to be further advertised there. Even the presence of her hands did not prevent the half elf’s ass from jiggling whenever I thrust against it.

Grabbing Aclysia’s hair again, I rolled the bundled, silky strands once around my hand. The shortened ‘leash’ forced her to tilt her head back, then for her spine to curve downwards. “Tha-ahn-nk yoU!” she wailed at the ceiling. “Master, Mmmmhhhmistress I’m… cumming… I’m cumming! I-“

That was as far as she got, before the steady, hard penetrations of my large cock pushed the knowledge of vowels from her brain. Throaty, desperate sounds were pushed out of her mouth. I kept hammering her, even as her tight folds clenched around me, even as surges of liquid drenched my manhood. “Looks like our servant has the nasty habit of soiling the bed when she’s too happy,” I teased and hooked two fingers into her mouth.

Aclysia could only giggle in response. My hips gradually slowed down, until I ultimately pulled out. I rubbed the upside of my cock against her swollen lips. Again and again, I felt the twitching of her nethers spread through her entire body. Remains of her squirting pearled down my cock and dripped onto the sheets. One could clearly follow the path we had taken during lovemaking tonight.

“She squirts much more easily than I do,” Esther remarked, mild jealousy ringing in her voice.

“All people are different, women and pleasure are no exception,” I responded and drew back. “Although maybe that’s a sign that I haven’t been meeting your urges completely so far. I couldn’t have, I feel.” I gestured at the spasming submissive that we were both having so much joy in dominating. Esther gave me a lip biting nod and gave Aclysia another spank. The half elf’s thighs clenched around my cock, becoming almost as tight as her cunt for a moment. “I know you wanted to taste me inside her again. Perhaps you want more of the opposite as well?”

As I spoke I raised my hips until my cock was right in front of Esther’s face. I chuckled softly, when single minded desire caused my usually so stern Queen to go mildly cross eyed. She fixed it quickly, affording me an embarrassed and annoyed glance. Then my hand came down on her head. A simple gesture that was rapidly engraving a purpose in her suggestible mind. My digits sunk into her scalp and her mouth opened wide.

Few things were better than a natural submissive eager to be trained. Considering the revelations of the day, calling her a switch would have been more broadly accurate. For me, however, she would remain the bottom most of the time.

Her tongue met me shortly before I pushed past her red lips. It had been less than a minute without me being inside a woman, yet her hot mouth already felt like I was quenching a deep thirst. Eagerly, I pushed deeper inside. My hasty pull forced Esther to put her hands parallel to Aclysia’s white thighs. The quivering hips of the post orgasmic ‘sex slave’ just did not provide the stability she needed.

Tongue still extended, reaching just past her chin, Esther welcomed me inside with the greatest ease yet. Be it competitiveness or just the sheer frequency of times I was penetrating her throat today. She took it all in eagerly. Sheathed as deep as she could take me in this position, just a bit of my shaft remaining outside her lips, she lapped at my balls with her long tongue.

Personally, I preferred the vacuum tight seal of her lips over the current, open mouthed service. Regardless of what I found better at large, the sensation was heavenly. Pleasure tensed my muscles, pushing the back of her throat against the tip of my dick – and pulling Aclysia’s hair.

I had not let go, my right hand was still firmly holding on, and Aclysia moaned another “Thank you…” as she tilted her head back a little further. She was looking at me upside down, likely only catching what Esther and I were doing in the vague blur of her periphery. The sounds of Esther suppressing her gag reflex must have given away what was happening, as would the dripping of saliva onto her spanked ass.

Aclysia’s eyelids fluttered and she moaned. I looked down to find Esther managing to get at least one arm back on the half elf’s hips. She was right back to playing with the butt plug. “Sexy little minx,” I purred. My cock came out of her throat, prompting a desperate breath.

No coughing, however. Esther got her breathing under control nearly immediately. “We have to train ourselves thoroughly, if you are ever to claim these holes, my Master.” Gooey strands between her lips and my cock bounced with every word she spoke. Barely a nudge was required for her to get back to sucking my cock.

Changing the angle, she got all the way down to the base this time. She sucked her cheeks in, kept the vacuum seal tight, and slowly retreated upwards. What she left behind was a cock as polished as was possible, using one’s mouth and throat. After the cockhead popped out of her lips, she tossed her hair to the side and went for my sack, lapping up the remains of Aclysia’s juices there too.

“Delicioush,” she moaned, a enticement and a signal for me. I lifted my hand and she pulled back, spreading Aclysia’s cunt for me again.

The half elf screamed in delight. Although recovered from the last orgasm, she had not been given true rest, between the pain and the stimulation of her backdoor. I was, again, sorely tempted to pull out that butt plug and claim her last virginity right there. At the second of the four sizes that were supposed to lead up to comfortable anal sex, this was not something I was willing to do. That and I thoroughly believed I had another load in me after this one.

So, I instead spread her cunt with my cock again. Even now, the constant hammering of her nubile body left her cunt nice and tight. She was looser, compared to the initial claiming of her flower. All things considered, that was a benefit rather than a drawback. Even if it felt less good from a pure pressure perspective, the way her walls snugly and comfortably surrounded my cock was just infinitely preferable for her and thus for me.

Esther appeared to have had enough of just teasing her fellow submissive. My hands took Aclysia’s now fully available waist. I marvelled at that jiggling, whitered ass. The most intense stretch of the spanking was a little while back and the flushing had calmed into a gentler red colour. A sign that we had done this correctly. Too much force and the colouration would have shifted into an unpleasant direction – not that it would be entirely painless anyway next morning.

Banishing such thoughts, I just let myself be hypnotized by the mesmerizing sway of her fat ass. Back and forth, matching my thrusts, she moved her butt, always causing a powerful ripple to flatten her thick ass cheeks against me. Just as I was starting to get converted into an ass man, a silky moan made me look up.

Esther’s saliva and generally stained face was displaying an expression of relaxed pleasure. Kneeling with her hips high in the air, her pussy was settled on Aclysia’s upwards oriented mouth. The half elf was diminishing her sway, to keep her pretty pink lips firmly on Esther’s cunt. Each time my pistoning penetrations shook Aclysia, the trembling made it all the way to the giant tits of the lady of my love. Little was needed to make those squishy bags of hopes and dreams sway, for their erect nipples to cut through the air.

“Oh yes,” I groaned at the image. One submissive eating out another while I fucked her. The kind of spit roast that I had always dreamed of. My eyes did not know where to linger. Esther’s amber eyes, flustered and depraved? Her tits, delectably squishy and ever moving from breaths and trembles? Her midriff, so much more defined while the pleasure caused them to tense? Her thick thighs, struggling to keep her balanced in position? Aclysia’s emerald eyes, rolled up as the use of her body turned her brain into mush? Her back, narrow at the top, broad at the bottom, possessing more grace than the most expertly crafted violin? Her bubble butt, wonderfully abused? Her cunt, the labia sticking to me each time I pulled out?

Could I even concentrate on any one thing, while a storm of sounds surrounded me? My own taxed breathing mingled with moans pure and muffled, with cries and shouts that spiked alongside their pleasure. Rustled bedsheets and smacking lips, flesh clapping against flesh. Then there were the smells. The room reeked erotically of love juices and pheromones, of the sweat that formed a sheen on our bodies, all of it mingling with the sweetness of summer and shampoo.

My thrusts became faster, accelerated until the trembles made Esther fall over. I let go of Aclysia’s hair, and the lady of my love immediately dragged the servant’s head between her legs. Thighs wrapped around Aclysia’s head, heels dug into her upper back, and I grabbed her hips with both hands to enter the final spurt.

A few more seconds was all that I could afford. I listened closely to Esther’s heated shouts. Three, the lady of my love was crooning my name. Two, Aclysia’s muffled cries barely made it out between Esther’s legs. One, Esther tilted her head back and went quiet. Zero, I slammed all the way into Aclysia and released. The entire room went from a cacophony of debauchery to an erotic, quiet symphony.

My seed pumped into the depths of Aclysia’s quivering quim. Nothing else mattered. I hung over her ass, all but drooling as my balls tightened, pumping into her a diminished load. A fact that did not bother Aclysia, as she squirted for the third time tonight. I lingered for as long as I had something to give the creampie loving submissive.

Much as I wanted to fill her up with immense quantity over and over again, there was a limit even to the impressive showing I was giving today.

It only took a few spurts, for all that I had to give to be emptied inside her. My heart raced in my chest and the tightness of her cunt was suddenly overwhelming. Once I had pulled out, the house of cards we were collapsed into heavily breathing participants in barely any time at all.

“Much as it displeases me…” I stopped mid-sentence, swallowing to get my airflow under control. “…I require a prolonged break.” To put my words to action, I grabbed one of the pillows and put it against the wall, sitting down against it.