An ordinary morning

You wake to the sound and sensation of a pair of lips lovingly blowing your morning wood. As the light from the rising sun creeps across your bed, you relax and enjoy the start of your morning routine, Lauren still snuggled against you whilst your once-girlfriend, now **** redhead services you. When you finally feel ready to come, you take Amy's silky hair in your hand and **** her head right down to the base of your cock, and fire your load into her throat. Your original **** happily lets her face be pressed against your balls, greedily swallowing as much as she can before the sheer volume of your ejaculate overwhelms her. You take pity on her, and lift her off you, allowing the last few spurts to coat her face and your hips.

"Maid?" you say.
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Your French **** wakes from where she lies curled at the end of your bed like a cat. A sleepy smile breaks across her face. "Of course, master." The nude blonde crawls over and immediately begins cleaning you and your girlfriend with her tongue and her tits. You never told her to use them, but she just seems to prefer using her pale globes to scoop up the larger wads, and her soft tongue to lick everything else to perfection, rather than any other body part. As she swallows the last drop, she shudders with delight, before crawling off the bed and bowing to you. "Thank you master. May I get dressed for work now?"

"Yes, you can," replies Amy impatiently, on your behalf since you're busy kissing Lauren at that moment. "God, she's such a dumb fucking slut."

"Jealous?" you tease.

A smile tugs at her lips. "Maybe a little."

By the time you get downstairs, Esmée has prepared pancakes for breakfast, and Emma is waiting eagerly for you.

"Good morning {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}!" The brunette practically leaps to kiss you deeply, pressing her soft breasts into your {if Futa==true}much larger pillows{else}chest{endif}. "I trust you slept well?"

"Don't worry, baby," you laugh. "You know you'll get your turn with me tonight."

Emma casts her eyes down abashedly, but gratefully. "{if Futa==true}Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress. But... may I have the honour of eating your pussy at breakfast this morning?{else}Yes, master. Thank you, master. But... may I have the honour of sucking your cock at breakfast this morning?{endif}"

You incline your head and sit down at the table, the rest of your slaves (minus Sara) joining you shortly as Emma gets to work, all dressed in various revealing and erotic outfits. Esmée waits on you, in her slutty maid's outfit as usual, as you all tuck in.

"Pardon my ignorance and boldness, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}," says Rachel eventually, "but I would be most keen to learn how you will next expand your harem. None of us slaves can wait for the day when the entire world rightfully bows at your feet." Emma {if Futa==true}hums her agreement into your pussy{else}moans her agreement around your shaft{endif}, whilst Amy nods vehemently. Lauren doesn't react, as she's occupied with eating her pancakes off of her own inflated tits (a habit she's taken up for your entertainment), but you know her bimbo brain adores you just as strongly as the rest of your slaves'.

"Well, the next stage of my plan is to improve our strategic capability," you say. "Although I intend on remain in the shadows, sooner or later someone will shine a light on our activities, and then we may be the target of an ****. That's why I'll be taking a trip today to Glymann & Co, the biggest weapons manufacturers in the country, to make a few friends."

"Let me come with you, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}," says Rachel immediately. "My telekinetic powers can ensure your safety."

"I needn't remind you that I am far from defenseless, do I, ****," you chide her sternly. She shakes her head, blue eyes meekly averted to the floor. "So whilst I appreciate the offer, your face is still that of a high-profile missing person, and if you arrived as Black Swan outside a weapons company it would probably raise some red flags. However, I would like Emma and Amy to accompany me. It's a fairly long car journey, and I do hate travelling alone."

Your two slaves' eyes light up, and Emma {if Futa==true}licks your folds{else}blows you{endif} with renewed passion. "Thank you, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}," says Amy, squeezing her breasts happily. "We won't let you down."