A good old fashioned welcome orgy

"Hello," I called out cheerfully. "It's so good of you to be here. For the rest of the evening, you're all going to be my very devoted bisexual **** sluts. We're going to have a good time together. But let's start with a warmup activity. Look around, pick somebody you're sitting near. Remember them. Now touch yourself, and cum while thinking about them. You'll be having sex with them before the end of the night."

The room immediately filled with the sounds of women masturbating. "This is going to be fun," I murmured to Sandra. "I should get you a reward. Pick two." I gestured at the room.

"Oh darling, thank you so much," she squealed. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and went to pick out some playmates.

I turned to the nearest student. "You." She looked up. "Is the building secured? Exits guarded? Any chance of neighbors intruding?"

"Yes yes and no, sir. Your guards are at the front door, we have a few football players at the back, the fraternity next door belongs to you, and we converted the house next door yesterday. Normally we don't do that sort of targeted recruitment, but your lady Sandra told us to do it this time." Clever woman, my wife. Thoughtful, too.

"Splendid, splendid," I responded. A house full of utterly obedient pretty young women, no distractions, what to do?

First, to bestow some rewards. I turned to Mackenzie, who was huddling behind me with the staff. "You, slutpet. Go to the back door, tell the guards there that they can each take a turn with you. Just one at a time, somebody needs to be minding the door. I'll have the football team gang-bang you later." She grinned, ripped her skirt off, and slunk off to do as she was told.

I looked around the room. They were all sitting calmly now, and looking at me expectantly. I picked a tiny student, about 4' 10" with a delicate oval face framed by curly black hair. "You, to me and strip. The rest of you, stand up and I'll pair you off."

I started pairing off the students. There was no deep system to it; part of the fun was the sheer arbitrary power to make them fuck on my command. The room was now full of couples in all manner of poses. Some were 69ing on the floor. Some were sprawled on the couch, scissoring. A few of the more domineering students were seated, with their partner crouched between their legs.

I was so entranced by the spectacle that for a moment I forgot the fuck-puppet who was kneeling expectantly in front of me. But then I looked down and was reminded that orgies are not meant as a spectator sport. Another moment and she was sprawled on the floor, face down, with me crouched down and ramming into her as I admired the debauchery I had set in train. In a few minutes, I came.

"Alright!" I announced. "Each time I orgasm, we switch partners! This time, I want.....you, yes you with the braids and the pierced nipples. The rest of you, pair up!"

Very soon, I was sitting on the floor, leaning back against a sofa watching events, while my chosen partner bounced on my cock. I enjoyed the feel of the barbells in her nipples against my fingers -- and enjoyed that, every time I tugged on them, her cunt squeezed down on me. Eager responsive sex toys are the best sex toys.

A consequence of my powers was that I had more or less complete conscious control of my orgasms. Normally I liked to savor the sex and the arousal and the anticipation, and didn't rush to the climaxes. But here, with all the erotic entertainment anybody could want, I planned to just keep fucking and cumming. I spent no more than ten minutes with any one girl.

By the time the evening ended, I had fucked my way through just about all the girls there. I ended it, appropriately, by gently making love with Sandra my wife, while an available coed ate my ass and a half a dozen more were groping and making out to supply us with some visual entertainment.

All in all, a very successful outing.