… I Mr. Dwayne Dexter, the Leader Type, Take Control

“Girls!” My voice reverberated through the room, & the commanding tone was at least enough to get them to pause. That pause was enough for them to blush again & look away from each other. “You two are mine. Do you understand…?… You two will behave!!! Now you will make out with each other. There is no alternative, unless you want me to leave. Is that what you want?”

Ms. Elsa Jonssen remained silent for a moment but with a flash of movement she was looking into my eyes. “No…!… I gave you my purity, & let you breed me.”

The assertion that Elsa had a choice was humorous to me. Her mother’s genes were destined to corrupt her resistance if I fucked her long enough. I had done it many times in the past by reading women correctly. Sure, the consequences make it dangerous but again, reading people is a skill.

At that thought, Mrs. Barbara Jonssen’s eyes opened, & her daughter Inga’s eyes enlarged as the mother quietly let me handle her daughters. I could see in Inga’s eyes that the consequences of our tryst in the pool just dawned on her.

I didn’t have the moniker of breeder in my old city for nothing. Many white wives breathed a sigh of relief when I left for college from that moderately sized city. Yet by now they will be extremely frustrated with their husbands… it was what made them susceptible to my seduction in the first place. They were going to have a rude shock this common Christmas break.

My dad had remarried some aristocratic white woman, so there was that to anticipate until then. I hardly paid my father a mind, he left my mother to fend for, herself & so I had little issue with stealing women away from him. He might even mistakenly think the kid is his, that would be a source of endless laughs.

Black men were as normal as white men, but I could tell the signs of sexually frustrated wives like it was a superpower. Yet, even if it was, it didn’t inherently make them fall for me. That was my confidence & sexual prowess, which has proven through action, & grows after every conquest.

Nevertheless, what Elsa wants from me is new. So, I will be damned if I let my bitches go at each other like cats. No, they would behave, & the best way for that was helping them see each other as lovers.