Master! Master! – Chapter 15.3

Latest fiction & first time story: Master! Master! – Chapter 15.3

by Sage_of_the_Forlorn_Path

We continued to chat, talking about our plans for the future, our worries, and funny stories. The restaurant slowly filled, with new customers unable to peel their gazes off of us. Betty and I didn’t mind the stares, I didn’t even mind when I saw people taking pictures with their phones. Those pictures would end up online, showing a human and a hybrid enjoying dinner together. Every pixel would be a tiny step towards normalizing the hybrids’ existence.

“By the way, I’m looking forward to this sleepover you’re planning,” Betty said after our food was delivered. “It sounds like a lot of fun, having all of us in your room for a crazy night. Are you sure you’re up to it?”

“I think I might be able to, just maybe. Four hours is the maximum amount of time a man can sustain an erection before suffering physical damage, and that’s not counting the stress of sex. Even if the spirit is willing, the flesh can be spongey and bruised. However, I’ve learned that Leah’s saliva can help dull pain and heal light injuries. I’m thinking that if I have her blow me after every girl, she can remove all the soreness from friction and maintaining the needed rigidity. That way, my erection is always fresh, even for a full night.”

“Will that be enough?”

“I was also thinking you could help me out. Your milk is great at restoring my stamina. If I add some energy drinks and protein bars, I might be able to satisfy everyone.”

Betty gained a coy smile. “My tits belong to you, Master,” she purred.

Dinner was delicious, and by the time we were done, the summer sun had set. I paid for dinner and we walked out with a very affectionate Betty clinging to my arm.

“So, shall we go back to the mansion and head right up to the bedroom?” she asked as we reached my car.

“I had something a little naughtier in mind.”

Sitting on the hood of my car, Betty wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer as we sampled the leftover taste of dinner from each other’s mouths. We were at the park near the mansion and it was late and dark enough that no one would interrupt us. As we kissed, I fondled her breasts, drawn to them like an addict. At first I tried to undo the buttons of her blouse one at a time, but impatience cost be my dexterity and I gave up, instead ripping it open and exposing her sinful tits to the night air.

“Oh!” she gasped in surprise as the buttons went flying.

I then pulled off her pants and underwear, much to her enjoyment. Mature, intelligent, and strong, Betty was a natural dominatrix, but that wasn’t to say she didn’t love playing the role of the masochist as well. To go down on her or to simply force myself inside her, she was expecting one or the other, but a shiver of lust ran up her back when told her to turn around and lie on her back. She obeyed, assuming the position with her head hanging down in front of me and her legs spread towards the windshield.

I whipped my cock out and she opened her mouth, eager to receive it. “You really are a slutty cow milf,” I said with a laugh, “and I just love you so damn much.”

I forced my cock in her mouth and down her throat, gagging her with it. I skull-fucked her without mercy, slapping my balls against her face as she choked on my member. For those saying this is cruel or degrading, if I were to go easy on her, she would just get pissed off. The only time she wants vanilla is when we’ve just finished going all out and she’s too tired for anything more. The last time I tried to go slow and gentle when she was all revved up like this, she slapped me and called me a bitch boy.

As she basted my cock with her mouth, I jammed my fingers in her pussy and violently shook them, making her moan in bliss to the sound of macaroni and cheese being stirred. Anticipation had done a lot of the work for me, she was already soaking wet. Some rough boob groping pushed her over the edge and she squirted all over my windshield. I didn’t let up, continuing to finger her to see how much I could make her spray. At the same time, milk was shooting from her breasts like the fountains in front of the Bellagio. She came again and again, but I didn’t stop until I had an orgasm of my own. To anyone listening, it would sound like a cow getting mauled. I didn’t give her any warning, I buried my cock in her throat and emptied my load. She began to cough and I pulled back, letting my semen pour out of her throat and cover her face.

“Goddamn, I never met a bull who could do that,” she said with a grin.

“Are you ok?”

“Of course I am, what do you take me for?” She then sat up and turned back around, spreading her legs for me. “Now show me what you got.”

“Hold on, let me clean you off.” I pulled a tissue out my pocket and wiped away the semen covering her face.

“You’re just buying time so you can get hard again,” she said with a laugh.

“You don’t want me pushing rope, do you?”

“Well, everyone else ate beef tonight, it wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t get to.”

Taking the hint, I crouched down and started licking her pussy, savoring the taste of her delicious arousal. Such gentle flicks of my tongue, yet they left her trembling, her voice now like the chirping of a bird. She put her hand on the back of my head and tried to push me deeper into her clam so that I may feast upon her with all the ferocity she and I desired. I penetrated her with my tongue as deep as I could, with her labia against my cheeks and her titanic brown thighs pressing on my ears.

“Master! Master!” she exclaimed, now running her fingers through my hair as her body once again submitted itself to me.

I had regained my original rigidity, so while she tried to recover from her climax, I pushed her onto her back, readied myself, and barreled into her. She moaned from the sensation of being pierced, her calls repeating as I started slamming into her. She laid back, her breasts jiggling and rolling with each impact against her cervix. She was sucking me in, massaging my dick with her interior like she was trying to shape modeling clay. I grabbed her hips and pulled her farther down the hood of the car so her rear was hanging off the edge. Much to her enjoyment, I started reaching down and slapping her fat ass, punishing her for being so sexy. I spanked her again and again, able to feel the vibrations moving through her with my cock. I grabbed her ass and squeezed her cheeks, using them like handles as I fucked her.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum!” she moaned.

I increased the strength of my thrusts, hammering her again and again until she released a deep moo that echoed through the night. I didn’t give her any rest, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and buried it deep in her anus. She moaned from the new feeling, her asshole once again being trained for my personal use.

She sat up, flushed, her eyes swimming. “Master, please, my breasts are so full.”

I leaned down and my lips met one of her nipples. I drank greedily, drawing forth more moans. I switched between her breasts, sucking her dry as I sodomized her. Betty’s milk gave me all the strength I needed to continue going while her own strength waned. She laid back, unable to remain upright as I brutalized her. I grabbed her breasts, massaging them and coaxing more milk to squirt free.

“I’m going to blow,” I said.

“Pour it deep inside me, Master,” she begged.

I erupted, pouring everything I had deep into her anal cavity. I finally came to a stop, my body still charged with energy but my penis waving a white flag. If I had Leah here for support, I probably could have kept up this pace all night. Betty was near comatose, but a gentle kiss on the lips revived her.

“That was a wonderful date,” she said.

The day of the sleepover had arrived, though technically, there would be two sleepovers happening. Both groups of hybrids were excited, eager to finally understand what playing meant. Both Lorraine and I were prepping ourselves so that we could properly entertain all of our guests for the evening. We both slept in to get all the rest we could, so having missed breakfast, we decided to just make our own.

We were sitting on opposite sides of the dinner table, scarfing down lots of meat, bread, and vegetables. We needed all the complex carbohydrates, fiber, and protein we could get. This would be the only kind of food we’d eat for the rest of the day. In between mouthfuls, we’d try to psyche each other up, even though the main event wouldn’t happen until after dinner.

“Are you ready for this?” I asked.

“I’m ready for this. Are you ready for this?”

“I think I’m ready for this.”

She reached across the table and slapped me. “Don’t think you’re ready, know you’re ready! You’re the Master of all of those girls and you’re the only one capable of satisfying all of them!”

“You’re right, I can do this!”

“Good, now slap me too!” I leaned over and smacked her the same way she had smacked me. “Now spit in my mouth!”

“What?”

“Forget about it, just focus your mission!”

It would be another eight hours until I and all the girls retired to my bedroom, but the anxiety and anticipation were driving me insane. I’d probably need to see Dr. Lawrence before I ended up having a heart attack.

It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky, perfect for lying in the sun. The huge mansion patio would often get taken over in the afternoon, many of the more lethargic hybrids coming out to get a nap and charge their batteries. Elise, whose tail was like a giant solar panel, was one of them. She hated herself for it, hated how lazy she had become. Before coming to the mansion, she had done her best to keep herself busy, taking care of the farm from inside her house. However, days and weeks of this new lush lifestyle were feeding certain reptilian instincts. Now, all she wanted to do was soak up the warmth and conserve energy. But after a lifetime of hard work, some stagnation was just what she needed. A silver lining of her snake tail, it forced her to learn the joys of laziness.

Elise was lying out on a lawn chair, wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses. Since that badminton day, everyone in the mansion had seen her nude, both the doctors and the hybrids, so she no longer cared about wearing clothes. Maybe that was a side effect of becoming a hybrid, having an animal’s lack of shame.