Established Commitments

"Will you two really be ok?"

Erica nods. "I just need somebody to do it. It doesn't need to be you. And you have something you definitely need to do before night. Or should I say someone." Erica smiles, though her eyes still show how hurt she was, even 30 minutes later. After her girlfriend called her a cow and ran off.

She didn't explicitly say she was breaking up with her, but what was even the point? Would she move out? Sorry, stupid rules say you get punished if you don't sleep in this bedroom. Stop giving her sex? As Olivia covered, that hadn't happened in quite a while. Close off emotionally? It's like they broke up days ago, they just never got around to saying it.

"But... What if... that combination of buttons doesn't work with Rebecca?" You look at her, clearly concerned. You'd win an Oscar for your performance, except it is completely genuine. You are concerned, maybe even more so due to your own culpability. If it's even possible, to be more concerned than what you'd feel with everything that is happening.

"Then I get skullfucked or assfucked, I haven't decided which. But unless Rebecca is going to sprout a cock and fuck Sephora, you're the only stud in town that can handle her problem. Now, get going. And if you see Olivia... try not to make it worse, I guess. I'll try to do the same."

You want to continue this conversation, try to find some word to ease her pain, try to find something to make her laugh, to make her feel happy. But nothing comes. You look at Rebecca who nods, and Sephora who takes your hand, rubbing her fingers along it's back.

"I'll try. But..." You stop. You try to project control. "I will."

You turn, Sephora's hand in yours, and climb the stairs. You know you're running out of time. Sephora's job isn't done for the day. Three times. That's how many times she must be... bred.

Still, as you arrive in the bedroom, you can't help but feel Olivia's words stab into your soul. Sephora is just a breeding bitch. You were making them into animals, one indignity at a time.

"Do I need to give you a talk about how you should just go with the flow and think of us as happy, sexy women...?" Sephora's smile crosses her face as she takes up all of your vision, your head in her hands. "...Again? I told you all of this around lunch."

You can't help but shrink a bit as she almost seems to read your mind. "I know. But it doesn't make me feel any better."

"Alright, then let me be the aggressor here. If Olivia's stupid words have got you down, then let me be the woman on top and you be the dildo I'm using against your will. I'm not the sex toy, you're the sex toy!" Her lips find yours in a kiss before you can argue it. And as she wraps her arms and around you and steps back toward the bed, you feel your body move. As she turns the both of you around, you let her shove you to the bed, your muscles more than enough to resist, so instead you fall backwards like an actor in a play.

Her next target is obvious. She leans down in between your legs and begins to kiss your cock. "Now I don't want to hear anything more about Olivia. You're my dildo, I won't have you thinking of other women. I don't tolerate cucking, real or mental, in my inanimate sex toys."

Her mouth dives on your cock. You could bring up Rebecca and how cucking is par for the course in this place, but this needs to happen. She needs to be bred and you want her to throw a bit of spice, a small difference if ever so slight, to the dynamic. So you keep your mouth shut, a skill that you could probably afford to be a bit better at.

Your cock soon rises, but just as it does, Sephora pops her mouth off of it. She climbs on the bed, placing her pussy above your face. "Hey, I need a warmup too, stud. And yes, I saw about how your breath hitched when Erica used that word. I also felt a warm pang at it too. Our big old studmuffin"

And with that she unceremoniously rubs her pussy on your face, as her mouth finds your cock. And as you begin to pleasure her, she moans and pops free. "God, why didn't I ask for this sooner? Erica was lucky, getting this type of attention."

You want to feel guilty, to try to demur but you shove it down, as you shove your face up into her pussy, pleasuring her, trying to get her wet, as her mouth works at your cock, working away at the long fuse that was your stamina. One more time today.

She climbs off of your face, only to lean over and kiss you, tasting herself on your lips. "Hmmm, it's a real shame that I didn't get to lick Rebecca's pussy. Still, bi girls got that flexibility. Isn't that right, my studly dildo?"

She guides her hips down as she thrusts your hard cock inside of her. She was close, with the cunnilingus taking her most of the way, and you were close, despite your monstrous stamina. Was that how this would always be, your women giving you a pre-pre warmup then transitioning to their own foreplay as they continued?

You don't care in this moment, as you thrust, as you fill her, as you claim her in that most primitive and evocative of ways. She is yours and you are hers in that moment, as your bodies rush to orgasm, as your bodies dance together in that most intimate of ways.

You feel her pussy clench before your cock erupts. "I'm cumming. Please, I want to feel you do it too." "I will. Cum for me, I'm almost there." You know it is true, but you can't help but wish that it was just a bit finer tuned. That your body, if it was to be the ultimate sex machine, was tuned so that you were in harmony with the others. Still, as her pussy clenches and grasps your shaft, it is only a few moments before you fill her with her needed seed. "I'm cumming." Her answer a chorus of yeses.

The two of you lie panting together. As your breathing returns to normal, there is an awkward silence that fills the air. You want to fill the silence, but you don't want to bring down the room as you always seem to at this point. Sephora crosses the gap first.

"I wonder about how my dad would react to you. I think he'd like you. I also think he'd like Rebecca. Both of you are pretty serious, pretty responsible people. The type that 'you bring home to Dad' as the old saying goes. Now, he might not like it if I brought you both home at the same time. That'd raise eyebrows."

"Really, you'd think he'd be cool with Rebecca? If he thought, you were a lesbian?" You sit up, looking at her.

She lightly punches your chest. "Hey, my Dad's a pretty liberal guy, it's my grandfather who's the first generation immigrant with harsh eyes. My Dad would rush to book the wedding if I told him I was settling down."

You can't help but laugh at the image. "No, I imagine that he'd look askance at his naked daughter, her tail plugged wife and her naked husband walking down the aisle." You stop for a second. Then you let something that had drifted along your mind but you'd never actually vocalized come out. "Do you think we'll see them again? Our parents? Our friends?"

Sephora is quiet for a few moments. "Maybe. Maybe not." She rubs your softening cock. "I might just call you Daddy when I actually get pregnant. So I don't miss him."

Your mind goes back to Olivia last night, when she called you Daddy in your sleep. "Please don't. Please, I'm Rex, and you're my beautiful girlfriend, one of many."

Sephora teases you. "You and me and Rebecca... and Erica?" You stop and think about it. Was that inevitable? And... would it make her happier? If you invited her into the relationship? Or would it only remind her of Olivia?

"No, I think not for a while yet. So I think you'll need to give me some leeway when it comes to sex with people outside the throuple. The Poly relationship, whatever you want to call it."

Sephora snuggles into you. "Alright, but I think she's pretty hot. I wouldn't mind."

It's at this point that Erica and Rebecca come up the stairs. As Erica's eyes meet yours, she looks down and Rebecca smiles. You sit up. "So how did it go?"

Erica answers by going to the bed and climbing under the covers. You look at Rebecca who only seems to shrug. "I don't think it went that bad, but it was a bit embarrassing. I won't tell you what happened, but I think you can guess."

You look at the woman under the covers. "Yeah,..."

You look at the door, wondering just how much time remains. It can't be that much. "Should we try to find Olivia? She'll be punished if she doesn't make it in here on time." You start to stand, before Rebecca places her hand on your chest, pushing you back down to the bed. "It won't help. If she stays out, then it's her decision. If she comes in, it's her decision. If you grab her and take her over your shoulder and drag her in, it would only make matters worse. If you go out and try to convince her to come in, it might make her stay out just to not follow your command. Sometimes, to make people obey how you want them to, you need to let them think they are making their own decisions. That they are the ones in control."

You look at her, really look at her, and nod. Her words ring with experience. Together, you climb into the bed.

As the bells chime, you start to worry you made a mistake. Only for Olivia to appear, walking to a corner and sitting down. She stares dagger at you, and as you look at her, you see she has something behind her back. You don't know it, but you can guess what it is.

It's a knife.