And I wait for them to come home.

Once Casey finished her breakfast, Anna stood up and stretched. "I need to get ready for work," she said, heading to her room.

Casey nodded in agreement. "Me too. I'll go get dressed." She smiled innocently at me before leaving the kitchen to prepare herself.

A few minutes later, both girls returned, fully dressed and ready to go, about half an hour after Erica had left for work. Anna grabbed her bag and turned to Casey. "See you later, Casey."

"See you later, Anna," Casey replied. Both of them then turned to me. "Goodbye, John," they said almost in unison, each giving me a brief kiss with a hint of tongue before heading out the door. The house was now quiet and empty until the evening.

With the house to myself, I decided to spend the day productively. I cleaned up the kitchen, vacuumed the living room, and tidied up the girls' bedrooms. I wanted to surprise them with a clean and welcoming home after their hard day's work. Although I had a job too, I had the day off and enjoyed contributing to our household once in a while.

Several hours later, as the sun slowly started to set and the evening settled in, I heard the front door open. Erica was the first to come home from work. She stepped inside and, following our established ritual, paused just inside the entrance. This ritual had become a cornerstone of our unique household dynamic—a way for the girls to unwind and transition from the outside world into the sanctuary of our home. It was more than just a routine; it was a deeply intimate act of submission and connection, reinforcing the bond we shared and allowing the girls to shed the day's stresses in a moment of loving devotion.

The ritual was simple but profound: when one of the girls came home, she would wait in the entryway, taking a moment to center herself. Then, as a gesture of submission and trust, she would kneel before me, offering herself completely. This act was not just about physical pleasure; it was a way for the girls to reaffirm their place in our home and in my heart, knowing that I would always care for them in return.

Unaware that I had already heard her, she called out sweetly, "I'm home, John!"

As I approached the entryway, I found Erica already kneeling on the floor, ready and waiting. She looked up at me with a mix of anticipation and devotion, her eyes sparkling with eagerness. "I'm home, Daddy," she repeated, her voice soft and filled with affection.

She then reached up to unzip my pants and pulled them down, revealing my semi-erect cock. "Welcome home, Erica," I said softly, placing a hand on her head and gently running my fingers through her hair.

Erica gave me a warm smile, her eyes never leaving mine as she leaned forward. She started by softly kissing the tip, her lips delicate and gentle. Her tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive head with light, fluttering movements. Slowly, she opened her mouth wider, taking me in inch by inch. Her mouth felt warm and inviting, and as she began to move her head, I could feel her lips tighten around my shaft.

With each motion, she took me deeper, her lips firm and deliberate. She alternated between swirling her tongue around the tip and taking me deep into her throat. The sensation was intense, her strong mouth creating a tight, pleasurable embrace that sent waves of ecstasy through me. She moved with a rhythm that was both confident and skilled, knowing exactly how to bring me to the brink of pleasure.

"You missed this all day, didn't you?" I asked softly.

She nodded slightly without stopping, her eyes never leaving mine. She took me even deeper, her tongue dancing around my shaft, and she began to move faster. The combination of her strong mouth and skilled tongue soon brought me to the edge. With a deep groan, I came, and she eagerly swallowed every drop, continuing to clean me with her tongue until I was fully spent.

"Welcome home, Erica," I repeated as she stood up and gave me a satisfied kiss on the neck before entering the house.

Shortly after, Casey arrived home. She too knew what was expected. She stepped inside, saw me waiting, and knelt down with a knowing smile. Her large, round ass swayed slightly as she positioned herself. Since my pants were already undone, she immediately took my cock into her mouth and began to lick it lovingly.

Casey had her own style. She loved to tease with her tongue, starting with gentle licks along the shaft before taking me into her mouth. She alternated between sucking and using her hands, her fingers gently massaging my balls. Occasionally, she would pause to lick my balls, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

Her warm, wet mouth was a perfect haven for my cock, and she sucked with a slow, deliberate pace that built up my pleasure gradually. She looked up at me with lustful eyes as she worked, her tongue flicking over the sensitive tip before taking me deep into her throat.

The sensation of her mouth and the way she used her hands to stimulate me brought me to the brink quickly. When I finally came, she took every drop, her throat working to swallow it all. She continued to clean me thoroughly, licking every part of my cock and balls until I was completely satisfied.

"Welcome home, Casey," I said, as she gave me a playful kiss on the tip of my cock before standing up and entering the house.

Lastly, Anna arrived home. She stepped inside, her face lighting up with anticipation as she saw me. Without a word, she immediately knelt down and took my cock into her mouth. Anna also had a unique technique that involved a lot of tongue and hand action.

Her tongue was incredibly agile, swirling around my shaft while her hands stroked me with precision. She knew how to hit all the right spots, her tongue flicking over my tip and her hands working in tandem to maximize my pleasure. Occasionally, she would pause to lick my balls, adding an extra layer of stimulation that made me shudder.

"Enjoy it, Anna," I said softly, as she took me deeper into her mouth.

As she brought me closer to the edge, she suddenly pulled my cock out of her mouth and aimed it at her face, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I want to feel you on my face," she whispered.

I was taken aback for a moment but then smiled at her boldness. With a final thrust, I came, and she closed her eyes, moaning softly as my cum splattered across her face, covering her in warm, sticky streams. She seemed overjoyed, her face glowing with satisfaction.

"Thank you, John," she said breathlessly. "I needed that so much."

"Welcome home, Anna," I said, smiling down on her.

She then took a moment to lick her lips clean of my cum before giving me a kiss on the cheek, her face still glistening with my cum, and stood up, entering the house with a contented smile.

By the time all the girls were home and the ritual was complete, I felt utterly spent. Three times in a row had taken its toll, even though I was well-trained in this regard. I took a moment to catch my breath, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction. I was always ready for my housemates because they loved it just as much as I did.