Home Ownership Pt. 02

Literotic asexstories – Home Ownership Pt. 02 by DWaterhouse,DWaterhouse
– Julie –

Julie stepped out of the doorway and walked down the hall a moment before simply leaning against the wall.

“What just happened?” she thought, her head still spinning and her chest pounding. She held her face in her hands and thought over what had just occurred. She was still sore from having him inside her and had the raw aftertaste of his cock in her mouth. She felt his cum soak into her panties, her heart racing at the fact that he had cum in her. She wasn’t on birth control! She had never done anything like this before.

But at the same time, she had to admit that this is exactly what she had dreamed about for so long. This is what she fantasized about constantly, chatted about online, watched porn about. She didn’t know how it came together, but this was exactly what she wanted. She decided that there was no point worrying about it, that she wanted to commit to it and embrace it. She did her best to push her doubts aside and stood up from the wall, heading back to the elevator.

She looked at her phone as she waited for the elevator. Peter had texted to let her know he was outside at the curb, and she debated texting him back asking what the fuck had just happened. She decided that it could wait until she saw him in the car. As the door of the elevator open, another text from Peter came in. She looked at it and saw it was a dick pic of his hard cock as he was waiting.

“Ugh,” she muttered to herself. She couldn’t believe he was sending her dick pics, and she was a little pissed at him already. He had clearly been talking to this guy for some time behind her back and he seemed great, sure, but this could have gone horribly wrong. She wondered how far things had gone with this guy before she saw him tonight. They had a lot to talk about. She texted back, Put that little thing away. We have a lot to talk about.

She finally got out of the elevator and saw him waiting for her in the car. She was happy to see that he had his cock put away, at least.

“Is my cock actually little?” he asked as soon as she sat down.

She gave him a withering look and responded, “Is that what you’re worried about? You have clearly been talking to Daniel for some time. Were you ever planning on telling me? Have you met him before?”

Peter shrunk away from her glare and stammered, “N-no, tonight was the first night we met! Things just ended up going a lot faster than I thought…”

His voice trailed off, and she could tell he was reviewing what had just happened.

“Drive,” she said, “and yes, he makes you seem small.”

Peter gulped, shifted the car to drive, and started driving her back to the bar to get her car. Her phone vibrated as she drove, and she saw that she had a text from Daniel.

I really enjoyed our time together, but I’d like to get to know you better. It seemed like you have some experience with this. Could you tell me more about that?

She started typing back on her phone, telling him about how she had been into submission and BDSM for some time and that she was active in certain chat rooms. She mentioned she liked to fantasize a lot, but that this was the first time it had ever actually happened. Peter looked over at her.

“Who are you talking to, honey?” he asked.

She looked back at him and said, a little coldly, “Who do you think?” before going back to typing. She noticed he still looked aroused, and was even trying to rub himself when he thought she wasn’t looking. He must really get off on this, she realized.

The conversation with Daniel was intriguing. He was truly interested in what made her tick, asking questions about the sort of roles she had played and kept at her to open up more. It was so nice how he embraced all of her, but soon enough they were back at the bar and she had to drive home. She promised to text Daniel as soon as she was back at home, and got out of the car.

Peter asked, “Did he say anything about me?”

Julie smirked at him, “Yes, he did. He said you can’t cum until I give you permission.”

She shut the door as a crestfallen look came over his face. He knew she was none to happy with him and probably understood what that meant for his orgasm, too. She rather enjoyed seeing the look on his face.

She got in her car and started it, her mind still thinking about Daniel. Wondering how much she could share with him, if he would really embrace every fantasy she had. There were so many, and some that she was ashamed to admit aroused her. Even thinking about sharing some of her more taboo ideas made her start grinding into her seat a little.

“Well, it’s not like anyone can see,” she thought to herself. She unbuttoned her pants and slid her hand down so she could rub herself through her panties. They were soaked from all the use she had gotten, and even just rubbing them made her feel so delightfully dirty, so well used and needed. She pushed her panties to the side so she could slide her fingers into herself. They were instantly covered in her juices and Daniel’s cum, and she pulled them back out to suck on as she drove. God she loved this so much, she loved the smell of Daniel and the taste. Loved that he might have impregnated her without so much as asking. She couldn’t help herself and kept rubbing as she drove.

The drive went by in a flash and soon she found herself pulling into the driveway. She looked down at her outfit and saw what a mess she was, so she tried to clean herself up as best she could before going inside. She adjusted her pants again, trying to wipe off the smudges of cum. She looked in the mirror, got her hair under control, and stepped out of the car into the house. She texted Daniel that she was home and went inside.

She walked into the house and noticed that everything seemed to be more or less in place. The living room was still fine, the dinner table was… well, if not clean, the girls had at least cleared the table. She went into the living room and saw Megan lying on the couch. Lying might be too kind a term – she was sprawled out, her leg dangling over the edge of the couch, vacantly staring at the television. She was still in her clothes from soccer practice, a white top with a sports bra built in and her with black soccer shorts with white stripes on the sides on under. She still had her long white socks on, too, with green grass stains all over them. She didn’t look up from her phone even though she knew Megan had heard her come in.

Megan had the body of a typical soccer player. She had long, tanned legs with strong thighs and a large, well-shaped ass. Her breasts were bigger than Julies, a source of secret frustration to her, and she typically kept her dirty blonde hair in a ponytail. She was taller than her mother as well, about 5’7″.

“Get your dirty socks off the couch, Megan, and go get your dishes in the dishwasher,” Julie said.

“I’ll get to it after the show, mom,” Megan said, glancing up at her mother and then doing a quick double take. She got a little look on her face before she looked back to the TV, and it spent a little spike of fear through Julie.

“Fuck,” she thought, “I must not have got everything.” She hurried upstairs to get cleaned up. As she passed by Heidi’s door she noted it was shut as usual, and she stopped just a moment to listen at her door. As she leaned toward the door, it opened.

Heidi stood in the door, glaring at her mother. She was shorter than her sister, barely 5’2, and a petite little thing. She definitely had her mother’s small breasts – Julie knew she was still hoping they would grow, but it was futile. She was too much like her mother. She insisted that her mother buy her bra’s with B cups, but that was optimism more than anything else. She kept her straight, dark hair down and typically had a hint of a goth look. Julie was never sure if she was rebelling or if she just liked the look. She sighed at her mom.

“You know I can hear you coming up the stairs and know when you stop, right?” she said, looking her mother up and down. “Also, you’re a mess, what were you doing tonight?”

“Nothing, just went out with your Dad after he was done with work for drinks and dinner,” Julie replied, wondering why she didn’t go straight to her room to avoid this sort of situation. “Now go downstairs and get your dishes in the dishwasher.”

Heidi sighed and stomped her way down the stairs, and Julie glanced in at her computer to see that she had been playing video games, one of her fantasy role playing games that she played with friends. Something Dungeons and Dragons related, her and her friends were all into it. She continued on into her room and went straight to the bathroom, looking in the mirror.

She looked at her smudged makeup and rumpled clothes. It wasn’t that bad, she thought, and started to clean up a bit more. Her phone vibrated again and she looked down, seeing that Daniel had texted her again. She grabbed her phone and went to bed, getting excited about what he said. She went to bed and texted him back, not able to pull herself away from getting to know him. She shared some more of her fantasies, but nothing too deep. She wanted to open up more, but some things were hard to admit, even to herself.

Peter came in shortly after, sitting down on the bed next to her. He had a pleading look in his eyes. She sighed.

“Go take a shower, Peter. You don’t deserve to cum,” she said, then got up one last time to check on the girls. She walked through the house and saw that they had cleaned up as she had asked and were both in their rooms. She went back to her bed and settled in, seeing Daniel had texted again. She noticed it was a group text with Peter.

It’s time to set some rules. I have three overarching rules for my submissives. 1) Always be honest. 2) Always be respectful. 3) Always obey.

I know there are times when obedience will be difficult. I have no intention of ruining your lives, nor do I want to do anything that would interfere with your jobs. If you cannot do something explain to me why you cannot, otherwise I will expect obedience… and proof that you have obeyed. To start I’d like a message from each of you before you go to sleep every night and as soon as you wake in the morning. I want to be the center of your lives. Julie, did you tell Peter about when he could orgasm?

She replied,

Yes, Sir. He knows that he cannot orgasm without my permission.

To which Daniel replied,

Good. Do you understand you’ll be punished if you break this rule, Petie?

Julie saw Peter start typing back, then saw the reply pop up in the group text.

Yes, Sir. I’ll obey.

Julie smiled at him after reading his text and saw him looking back at her. She felt her phone vibrate again and glanced down.

I want you both to get to bed. You have busy days ahead of you getting ready for dinner tomorrow. I’ll text more instructions to you in the morning. Julie, give Pete a kiss and let him taste my cock. You are all mine now.

Julie’s heart skipped a beat when she read that they were “all” Daniel’s. She wondered if he really knew what she wanted. She looked up at Peter, her face flush, and put down the phone. She crawled over the bed to him slowly, letting his anticipation build. She leaned over him and gently brought her lips to his, kissing him deeply. Letting her tongue drift into his mouth, letting the kiss linger. Letting him taste Daniel’s cock. She pulled away and glanced down, seeing his hard cock under the blanket pressing up. She smiled at him.

“It’s going to be a while before you cum, isn’t it, Peter? How do you feel about that?” she asked.

He thrust his hips against the blanket and replied, “Fuck I love it, Julie. Thank you so much.”

She patted him on the cheek. “Good boy, now go to sleep.”

They both texted good night to Daniel and she turned off the lights, curling up on her side of the bed. Her heart was still pounding, and her hand drifted down between her legs. All she could think of was the way he said, “This cunt is mine now.” It kept running through her mind over and over, and she couldn’t help but want to rub herself again. She was about to when she felt the bed shift. Pete was getting closer, and she felt him try to cuddle next to her. She turns over and looks at him.

“I belong to Daniel now. I don’t want you touching me, Peter,” she said.

Peter nodded at her, and he whispered, “Can I touch myself though?”

Julie nodded at him and rolled back over, her own hand exploring herself as she felt the bed rock gently as Peter masturbated behind her. Soon enough she drifted off to sleep.

—

Jane awoke with a start, last night racing through her mind again. She glanced at the clock and saw it was only 5:15 am, but decided she wouldn’t be able to sleep anyways. She grabbed her phone her phone and texted Daniel.

I’m up, Sir. I’m going to work out and can’t wait to talk through dinner.

She put the phone down, quickly changed into her workout clothes, and went out the door for a run. She loved running in the morning, the cool air flowing over her. It helped her focus, even if today all she could think about on the run was what she was going to do during dinner that night. She got back home after a few miles and checked her phone again.

Thank you for messaging me right away. Tell me your schedule for the day so I can assign you and Peter tasks for dinner tonight.

She went told him she’d be getting in to work shortly to prepare for the day, but that she gets out pretty early since she works at an elementary school. As she showered and got ready and made sure the girls were up she kept texting with him. She was instructed to stop by the store after school to pick up some wine and to be home quickly so that she could model her clothing options for Daniel to pick. He would be over at six and expected dinner at seven.

She saw that Daniel instructed Peter in the group chat to plan on going to the store after his work to pick up the things for dinner. He would be cooking so that she could get ready, and they went back and forth a bit to settle on the menu since Peter needed something relatively simple to cook. Daniel ended up picking a simple pasta dish with salad. Julie was rather pleased that she wasn’t on dinner duty that night, normally that was the sort of thing she got stuck with.

The other thing that was discussed over the course of the day was how they would explain to the kids that they all knew each other. They settled on a friend from college that Julie they both knew and spent a lot of time with that just moved back to the area. If pressed to explain things, Julie felt she could tell the girls she always had a crush on Daniel that she could never act on because she had already been pregnant with Megan. That would help explain any awkwardness, though she was really nervous about how this was going to turn out. Nervous, but extraordinarily excited.

The day flew by and before she knew it she was running to the store to pick up the wine and bring it home. She found a nice red and white from a winery she had visited with Peter and the girls once, and knew it would be good. She was a little worried, though, about Megan asking about it. She’d seemed more interested in trying things like wine with the family, citing that she would be in college soon and she might as well learn at home rather than at parties – an argument that Julie found hard to deny.

After grabbing the wine, she went home and put the white in the refrigerator and the red on the counter. The girls were still at their after-school activities, so she went upstairs to put on some outfits she had been thinking of wearing for the evening. Daniel had instructed her to put on three potential outfits and send them to him, and that he would pick one for her. She didn’t know what he liked, but she wanted to look good and laid out three options. One was a simple summer house dress with a floral print, the second a blue maxi dress, and the third was a black skater dress. She put each of them on and snaped a picture, then jumped in the shower to start getting herself ready for the evening.

In the shower she carefully shaved her legs, body, arms, and pussy, then wrapped a towel around her and got out to start working on her hair. Daniel had texted back and selected the black skater dress for her, as well as instructing her to wear black heels, thigh high pantyhose, black lace underwear, and a black bra. He was very specific in telling her that she may wear silver earrings, but no necklace. He also told her to wear a deep red nail polish on her nails. She checked her nail polish and made sure she had the pantyhose, then replied back that she would be ready as he expected.

As she was getting ready she heard the girls come home. Megan yelled that they were home, and then Naomi popped her head in with and paused when she saw Julie.

“What are you getting ready for, Mom?” Naomi asked.

“A friend from college moved back to the area and is coming over for dinner tonight,” Julie replied.

Naomi looked her up and down, taking in the nice clothes, hair, and makeup, and said, “Is this a good friend? Are Megan and I expected to dress up?”

“Yes, this is a good friend, and yes, it would be nice if you and Megan did not look like hobos,” Julie replied. Naomi pretended to be offended by the comment about hobos and looked down at herself. She was wearing dark blue jeans and a classic black Nirvana t-shirt that she had clearly picked up at Hot Topic or the like.

“I don’t look like a hobo! Megan is the one that just got home from practice, she stinks!” Naomi said.

Julie laughed and said, “Yes, you look fine, but if you each choose to wear something a little nicer that would be appreciated, though not required. Do you mind telling your sister so I can keep getting ready?”

Naomi smiled, nodded, and walked out of the room, yelling at the top of her lungs, “MEGAN! MOM SAYS YOU NEED TO SHOWER AND NOT DRESS LIKE SOME HOMELESS SOCCER PLAYER SINCE SHE HAS SOME HOT STUD SHE KNEW FROM COLLEGE COMING OVER TONIGHT!”

Julie shouted at Naomi, “How did you know it was a man coming over?”

Naomi popped her head back in and said, “Seriously, Mom? I can tell.”

Julie smiled and continued getting ready, enjoying the sounds of the girls bickering and glad it hadn’t escalated to fighting. Soon Peter was home and she heard him get changed and head to the kitchen to start cooking. It looked like everything was going to be right on time. She glanced at the clock. It was 5:30, and she would be ready right on time. Her heart flopped as she realized she’d be seeing Daniel again, and knew that she would feel him and be pushed to do things she could never do on her own, or with Peter for that matter.

She also wondered how he would react to meeting the girls, and how well behaved he would be around them. She could tell that he wouldn’t do anything too forward in front of him, but he was had encouraged and embraced all of her kinks so far and she wondered just how openminded he would be. Her girls were certainly young women and she had seen other men take looks at them before. Was it bad that she hoped he might look at them that way too? How would he react if he even knew she had thought that?

— Daniel —

Daniel pulled up to their house and parked in the driveway. It was a nice-looking house, well kept, a reasonable sized lot and a decent size. Nothing too ostentatious, but clearly an upper middle class sensibility to it. He got out of the car and glanced down at himself, making sure everything was still in place. He was wearing a pair of khakis, a simple blue short sleeve button down shirt, brown leather half boots, and a brown belt. In his pocket he felt the long slender box with the gift he had purchased for Julie. He walked up to the door and knocked firmly.

From behind the door he heard a muffled shot of, “Mom, your college stud is here!” and smiled. A moment later the door opened and Peter stood before him in a similar outfit to his own but with his long sleeves rolled up.

“Daniel,” he said, “Welcome to our home. Sorry about the shouting.”

I looked him in the eye and replied with a smile, “Not a problem, Pete. Her stud is here, after all.”

I saw his face turn a little red and he turned a little stiffly back towards the house. He led me into the living room and turned back.

“Please have a seat…” he said, then added softly, “Sir.” In a louder voice he continued, “May I get you anything to drink?”

I smiled at him and nodded, saying, “I’ll have a scotch, neat, please.” I sat down on the couch in their living room and watched him disappear through the dining room into the kitchen. I could hear the TV going in the other room and assumed the girls were there. I glanced up the stairs that curved into the living room and saw Julie come into view. She looked incredible in the dress and heels I had chosen, and she met my eyes and smiled. She walked down the stairs and I stood up to greet her.

“Julie, it’s so good to see you again,” I said, pulling her close to hug her. When I saw there was no one else in the room, I pulled her chin up to me and kissed her softly and quickly.

She blushed and replied, not entirely sincerely, “It’s been so long, Daniel. I can’t believe how long it’s been since we’ve all seen each other.”

I smiled, a knowing look passing between us.

“I did get you a little gift, since it’s been so long. I know you’ve always liked silver, so…” I pulled the box from my pocket. Inside was a simple silver pendant with a silver chain. The pendent was almost a rectangle but slightly pointed at the top, and as I pulled it out I held it up to her so she could see the inscription on the back. “OWNED” was written there, and I leaned forward to put it around her neck.

“You are mine,” I whispered in her ear, and I heard a sigh escape her lips. I looked in her eyes and held eye contact with her, until we heard a noise from the kitchen area. A girl was there looking at us curiously. Her dark hair hung down straight, and she looked like a younger version of her mother. She was using some sort of dark eyeliner around her eyes, and the black blouse she had on tended to emphasize the dark look, and hide whatever chest she may have had. She continued to look at us curiously, until I heard Julie speak up.

“Daniel, this is my daughter Naomi. Naomi, this is Daniel, we went to college together,” she said, her voice sounding a little forced. Naomi must have noticed it as well, because she looked at me more intensely.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Naomi,” I said, walking up to her and looking in her eyes. “I’ve known your mother and father for a long time and it’s wonderful to see them again. Was there something I heard earlier about a stud? It sounded a bit like your voice.”

Naomi immediately blushed deeply and broke eye contact, saying, “Ye… yeah. I mean, no.”

I smirked, “So I’m not a stud?”

Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. Julie came over and smiled at her as well, saying, “Is there something wrong, Naomi? Usually you have so much to say.”

She shot her mom a look, breaking her out of her reverie, and said, “I’m fine, mom.” She looked back at me, “It’s nice to meet you too, Daniel.”

I smiled sweetly at her, “Hopefully I’ll get to see more of you, and hear more of all these things you have to say.”

She flushed again, and before I could continue Peter came back with my drink. I thanked him, and asked him to get a glass of red wine for Julie, and white wine for himself. I looked back at Naomi.

“Would you like anything to drink, Naomi?” I asked.

She glanced at her mom, who looked to me, a little surprised, but quiet.

“May I, mom?” she asked. Julie hesitated and looked at me again.

I smiled at her and put my hand in the small of Julie’s back. “I’m sure a little wine won’t hurt her, particularly if she’s going to be going to college soon. Don’t you think?”

Julie nodded, “You may have a glass of wine when we have a guest over, Naomi. But Daniel, this is my younger daughter, she’ll still be in high school next year.”

I looked back at Naomi, looking her up and down again, taking in her beautiful lithe body in spite of the way she tried to hide it. I loved her look, loved the way she blushed.

“You seem very… mature. Would you still like the wine?”

Naomi nodded quickly, and I looked at Julie and said firmly, “Please go get her a glass of the white, Julie.” She nodded at me and went to get it, and I looked back at Naomi. “Would you like to come sit with your mother and I until dinner?”

Naomi nodded and I led her back to the couch, sitting next to her as her mother brought the wine. I asked Julie about how her work was going, learned that Naomi was active in a Dungeons and Dragons group after school. Julie commented on the fact that it wasn’t just at school, that she also played games online. Naomi looked a little embarrassed, but I showed some interest and learned what game it was, making a mental note to brush up. Soon enough Peter called from the kitchen that dinner was ready, and I finished my scotch and looked at Julie. She finished her wine, and Naomi followed her lead, a little grimace passing over her face.

“Come ladies, let’s sit for dinner. Where has your other daughter been, Julie?”

Julie glanced back towards the family room where the television was still blaring away, and I caught a glimpse of a dark blonde ponytail staring at a phone. Julie sighed, and walked back towards the family room. I continued to the dining room with Naomi, pulling out a chair for her that was to the left of the head of the table. She sat, and I took a seat at the head of the table and refilled her wine glass, filling my own glass with red. As I was pouring Julie came back in with her daughter in tow.

“Are you drinking wine, Naomi!?” was the first thing I heard, and stood to greet Julie’s daughter as I saw Naomi grin.

“Mom said it was okay,” she replied, starting a mild bickering session complete with accusations, recriminations, claims of unfairness, and exaggerated emotions. Julie cleared her throat and looked sharply at Megan.

“Megan, this is your father and I’s friend from college, Daniel. Daniel, this is my older daughter Megan,” she said.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Megan,” I said. “Would you like me to pour you a glass of wine as well?”

She smiled politely, if coldly, and said, “Yes, please, Daniel.”

I poured her a glass of wine as well and put it in front of her place, then pulled out a chair for Julie opposite Naomi and next to me. Soon all were seated and the bickering between the two girls was at a more manageable level when Peter came out with a large dish of pasta and a salad.

“Thank you, Pete,” I said, “Please serve everyone.”

Peter nodded at me and served me pasta and salad before moving on to serve Julie and the girls. When I told him to serve, both Julie and Naomi shot me looks, though Megan kept on chattering. Naomi was much more perceptive than I realized at first.

As the Peter was serving Julie, I used my foot to hook her ankle under the table and gently pull her leg towards me. She did an admirable job of not reacting until my hand slowly traced up her inner thigh and I saw her take a sharp breath and close her eyes slightly. I smiled at her discreetly, glad Naomi had not caught that, at least. I continued softly teasing her thigh until Peter sat down and we started to eat.

Dinner was serviceable, nothing fancy, and the conversation mainly covered what the girls had done that day and the typical get to know you sorts of small talk about their future and their hopes and dreams. Megan was excited about college the next year and was planning on a pre-med course of studies, whereas Naomi seemed apprehensive about the decisions she would need to be making the next year. I suspect the wine was making them a little more talkative than usual.

Julie was quite quiet throughout the dinner, though she slowly edged closer to me over the course of dinner and was rocking her hips in rhythm with me stroking her thigh. At one point my knee brushed Naomi’s knee and I caught her eye and saw her blush – it was quite adorable.

Soon Peter was up to clear the table and I suggested to Julie that we could watch some television with the girls as we talked. As everyone got up and started to move that direction, I sent a text to Julie.

I want you to go to the bathroom and remove your panties. Send a picture to show you have obeyed. Come back to the couch with a blanket to lay over us when you return.

I saw Julie check her phone and type a reply. A moment later I felt my phone vibrate and saw her reply.

Yes, Sir.

I smiled and headed to the couch. I was a large L-shaped couch that focused everyone on the television. Megan and Naomi were on one leg of the couch, and I sat down on the other leg. They had thrown some British period piece romance on, and while I hadn’t been following, it wasn’t too bad. A moment later my phone vibrated and I looked down. Julie had sent a picture of herself lifting up her skirt with her bare, bald pussy exposed and her panties handing out of her mouth showing how creamy they had become. My cock started to harden as I saw Julie walk into the room with some blankets in her arms and I put away my phone.

“Girls, would you like a blanket?” Julie asked, tossing one to them. “Daniel?”

I smiled and said, “Yes, thank you.”

She sat down next to me and spread the blanket over me, spreading it out to the other side so Peter would have some when he had finished the dishes. She pulled her knees up to her chest, and I slowly worked my hand between her warm thighs and felt her bald pussy slick beneath my fingers.

I leaned over and whispered, “You’re a wet little cunt, aren’t you Julie?”

She bit her lip and nodded, her eyes gazing at the television without really taking anything in. Her mouth opened a little and her breathing got more intense, though she was able to keep quiet. I returned my own eyes to the television as my fingers touched, explored, and teased Julie next to me.

Some amount of time later Peter came back with another scotch and set it on the arm of the couch and gave his wife another glass of wine before sitting down next to her, the blanket not quite covering him. A shame, since it was very clear he was quite aroused, and could feel Julie quivering gently under my touch. I sipped my drink with my other hand and glanced at the girls, seeing Naomi glance back at me. My own cock twitched when our eyes met with my fingers teasing her mother’s clit.

Soon the show ended and the girls were sent to their rooms. Daniel leaned over and spoke softly to Peter.

“I want you to warn me if the girls come back downstairs. You may sit in the living room near the stairs,” I said.

He nodded, and asked, “Sir, as a favor… may I sit where I can watch?”

I nodded, and he went down the hallway and sat where he could see both the stairs and the living room. He watched as I stood and led Julie in front of the hallway, looked her in the eye, and kissed her deeply.

I pressed her down to her knees and said, “Who do you belong to?”

“You, Sir,” she replied. “I am owned by you.”

“I want to see your tits, my slave,” I said.

A question arose in her eyes. “Take off my dress? Here, Sir?”

I smiled softly and replied, “No, just pull down your dress and expose your tits.”

She looked down, her chest rising and falling deeply with her breaths as her hands raised to her shoulders and pulled down the top of her dress, sliding it below her small breasts. Her small nipples were hard in the cool air, her arousal apparent. I took one into my fingers and twisted it moderately hard. Her eyes closed and she let out a soft moan.

“Such a beautiful woman. Such beautiful… women,” I said. Julie’s eyes shot open and she took a sharp breath. I smiled at her and drew my lips close to her ear. “I thought that might have been a desire of yours.”

I looked her in the eyes and she kissed me fiercely, her hands gripping at my belt and pulling it apart before she got frustrated and pulled down my pants to aggressively take my cock in her mouth. My eyes rolled back as I felt her tongue on my cock, then felt the cool air and a smooth cheek. I looked down and saw her looking up at me, her need apparent, as she rubbed my cock on her face, making it glisten.

She took me into her mouth deeply and quickly, forcing my cock deep until she winced and gagged slightly. I looked back into her eyes and let out an involuntary moan as I felt her throat grip my cock, loving the feel of her need.

“Is that what you want? Do you want to serve me alongside your daughters?” I felt my cock harden even saying it, and she pulled my cock out of her mouth, her saliva dripping onto her exposed breasts.

“Yes, Sir!” she said forcefully, then returned to fuck her mouth with my cock. I moaned again, the surge of taboo desire running through my and nearly making me cum. I put my hands on her head and held her in place so she couldn’t push me over.

“Not yet, my slave. You know where my seed belongs,” I said, looking at her face still covered in spit and pre-cum. She looked back at me, a slight question in her eyes.

“In my… womb?” she asked, and I smiled.

“You know me so well already, slave,” I said, and leaned down to take her hand and help her stand, leading her towards Peter and the stairs. I stopped before the stairs and turned around, covering her exposed breasts but not letting her clean her face, giving her a look over.

“We’ll need to be quiet going to your room,” I said, as Peter approached us.

“May I join you, Sir?” he asked.

“You may. We will be quiet going to the bedroom, you will go to the corner and you may masturbate there. I expect you to cum tonight when I cum inside my slave’s womb again,” I replied.

His eyes lit up and his hand dropped to his crotch, rubbing his hard little cock as I turned to lead his wife up the stairs. We climbed them as silently as possible and all went into the master bedroom, closing the door behind us. The hallway light was on, but I had looked at the other doors upstairs and saw no lights on, so I suspected no one would know we were in the room. I looked at Peter and Julie in turn.

“We will need to be quiet in here, is that understood, slaves?” I asked, seeing them both nod. I pointed to the corner and Peter when and stood there, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock to stroke. I leaned closer to Julie.

“But you want them to hear, don’t you slut?” I whispered, and heard Julie take another sharp breath.

“Such a dirty slave you are,” I said, seeing her nod. I have her face a very light slap and smiled. My hand went up to her throat and used it to guide her back onto the bed and to fall onto it. I let her lay on her back and took off her heels, throwing them on the floor near Peter. I left her thigh highs in place and lifted up her dress, pulling it off and throwing it to the side. I pulled down her black bra and left her small tits exposed before taking off my own clothes. I looked at her beautiful exposed body as I took off my pants, her chest heaving and her pussy already glistening. When I had finally kicked off the last of my clothing, I crawled on top of her and brought my face close to hers, kissing her softly, then harder. She ground her hips into mine, my hard cock sliding against her wet slit.

“Are you ready for me to breed you, slave?” I asked. In response, Julie lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around me and guided my cock inside her tight, bald pussy. I started thrusting in and out of her hard and fast, feeling her legs pull me inside her deeper. Our bodies rocked together as her eyes rolled back in her head and she edged closer and closer to her orgasm. She started to moan and I put my hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds she was making.

A glance into the corner saw the bitch Peter jerking off wildly, his eyes locked on how deep my cock was in his wife’s womb. I looked back at Julie and brought my face close to hers, my hand still over her mouth. I looked in her eyes, seeing the wild craving in them, and felt her body grind into me harder.

“I’m going to breed them too, you know,” I said into her ear, and suddenly felt her explode beneath me. She started shaking and convulsing, her pussy gripping my cock and putting me over the edge too. I grunted and moaned and shot load after load of cum into her, riding the waves of our mutual pleasure until I finally collapsed on top of her, my head to the side where I could see the door. A shadow flashed under it, but I was too far gone to put together the meaning of that.

After a minute or five I looked at Julie and saw that she was asleep. I pulled the covers over her and slowly moved off of her body, my cum still dripping out of her, and walked over to Peter. He was kneeling before Julie’s heels, his cum all over them.

“Lick it up,” I told him, and he nodded and started licking. I continued, “When you finish that you may go to bed, but I want you to wake up at midnight and lick my cum out of your wife.” He nodded and smiled as he kept licking his own cum off of her heels. I smiled and gathered my clothes, making myself presentable again.

When I finally finished, I quietly left their room, headed downstairs, locked the door behind me, and headed home. What a perfect evening.

— Naomi —

She leaned back against her door, her heart pounding. She could not believe what she had just heard. What was going on between her mother, father, and Daniel? And why did he turn her on so much?