Family Reunion

There’s hardly anything more satisfying to wake up to than a double blowjob, as anyone who’s ever experienced one could confirm. In fact, based on my experience, only one thing comes to mind: waking up to a double blowjob from two gorgeous sluts that you’ve conquered completely and utterly. Which is why I was in such a good mood when I awoke to the sensation of two tongues dueling to taste every inch of my cock.

Liza, Cocksleeve, and I had spent most of last night fucking once we’d gotten back to my place after the concert. I’d even had Audrey and Ruby join in at one point. And it was good to see that the lessons I had taught them last night had stuck around until morning. Seeing the two big-titted sluts wearing nothing but their collars and my dried cum, fat asses sticking up as they licked my massive cock… Well, it was quite gratifying indeed.

I added a great deal of fresh cum to their current coating. And then it was time for my morning piss. I got out of bed, gesturing for the girls to follow me. “Alright, bitches. I’ve been very kind and respectful to you so far. But it's time you learn your true place, your true purpose. You’re not just fucktoys, not just cocksleeves. You’re whatever I want you to be. And that includes toilets. Now, who wants to drink my piss first?”

To my slight surprise and delight, they both immediately opened their mouths and stuck out their tongues, each scrambling against the other to be the one in front of my dick. They each looked up at me with the utmost worship and devotion. Two puppies, eager to please their master. Liza, I had expected. I had spent quite a bit of time with her to get her to this point. Cocksleeve, on the other hand… I guess she was just that big of a slut.

Well, if these two sluts were so eager to drink my piss, I was happy to oblige them. I let out a yellow stream straight into Liza’s mouth. Once she had downed a few gulps, I turned to Cocksleeve, who proved just as good a toilet as Liza.

When I finished, I looked at the two whores, covered in cum and piss. “Go take a quick shower, sluts, then join me for breakfast. Oh, and put on something sexy. You can look through the wardrobe in the room at the end of the hall.”

Ten minutes later, I was sitting in my throne-like chair at my dining table, digging into the pancakes Audrey had prepared while Liza and Cocksleeve slobbered on my balls. Each was wearing a very short, very tight dress, Liza’s in red and Cocksleeve’s in black. They wouldn’t have been slutty enough were it not for the fact that they were completely transparent.

Audrey and Ruby kneeled submissively off to the side, both naked. I called Audrey over. “How’s Ruby’s training in cooking coming along?”

Audrey looked down shamefacedly, which of course led to her staring into her massive valley of cleavage, created by her tits being pressed together by her arms, as her hands were clasped over her cunt. She said, “Well, there’s a slight difficulty with that, Master. I think it’s going well, but I can’t say for sure. I would never dare serve you potentially inadequate food, but I wouldn’t want to waste quality ingredients on lowly sluts like us.”

I laughed. “Well, that is quite the dilemma. Has she made anything recently?”

“A cake, sir.”

“Good.” I pressed an icon on my smartwatch, and spoke into it. “John, can you come into the kitchen for a second?”

I hardly had to wait before one of my burly security guards stepped through, dressed in body armor and armed to the tee. “Hey, man!” I clapped him on the back. “How are those break sluts treating you?” I had purchased several slaves to satisfy my team of elite security guards while they were on break. Always good to keep your bodyguards loyal.

“Excellent as always, sir. Did you need something?”

I gestured for Audrey to bring out Ruby’s cake. “I recently acquired a new ****, and I was wondering if you could test how her cooking skills are coming along.”

“Of course, sir.” He took a fork from Audrey, and took a large bite of chocolate cake. Ruby, still kneeling in the corner, tensed up in nervous anticipation as he chewed. “It’s delicious,” He pronounced. Ruby flushed with pride.

“Thanks, dude!” I handed him £500. The Segian Pound was a remnant of our former status as a British colony, a very strong currency which bore a portrait of my father. “Treat yourself to a night at the Crimson.” He had access to almost any slut he wanted, but the Crimson really was an experience. Best in the city. “That’s all.”

“Thank you, sir!” With that, he returned to his post.

Almost immediately after I had finished breakfast and finished all over Liza and Cocksleeve, the doorbell rang. I didn’t need to look at the alert on my watch to know who this visitor was. Indeed, after dismissing my sluts, I opened the door to the sight of my younger sister, Luna Segeste.

And what a sight it was. Just as the Segeste genes had resulted in the perfect male specimen in myself, they also brought about truly remarkable women. It was true of all my sisters, as well as the aunts that I had met. That was not to say they looked like me. Luna didn’t really bear any resemblance, in fact. With long, wavy, dirty blonde hair, a soft, delicate face, and plump pink lips, the only thing she had in common with me was her blue eyes, though hers were softer and warmer than my hard, icy ones.

Her body did not disappoint, either. Given that the last time I had seen her was before I left for my world tour, when she was 16, she had really developed in that area. Her tits were huge and perfectly sculpted, a perfect pair from what I could tell, though they weren’t entirely shown off by the high-neck crop top she was wearing. A flat midriff flared out into wide hips and a fat, round ass, wrapped up in a tight, black and white skirt.

“Leo!” She rushed to embrace me, pressing her tits against my chest. I hugged her in return. Holding her in my arms, I decided that I would have her. Vague ideas of showing her her place had crossed my mind previously, but now I knew that I would make her mine. Completely and utterly, just like all my other sluts.

“Luna,” I said. There was some bite in my voice, compared to her warm greeting. “Dropped out of college, did you? And now you’ve come running back.”

She had gone to school at the University of Miami, expecting to party day and night as the queen of the school. But my father hadn’t given her much of a stipend, and had even made her take a fake name, for her safety. So without the protection of money or status, she had completely floundered on her own. As it turned out, she had zero work ethic, and was particularly ditzy, even for a woman. And at college, she couldn’t coast by bossing around her tutors, like she had done growing up. So she had dropped out.

Luna pouted at me. “Don’t be mean, Leo! College was haaaard!”

“Luna, I completed college at 15, and at a much harder school than Miami University.”

She blushed, having nothing to say to that. Changing the subject, she told me, “You look good! Have you been working out?”

I raised an eyebrow. Luna had always been a flirt, it was her way of getting what she wanted. I could tell that this wasn’t entirely faked, though. “I’ve always worked out. As well you know.” I sighed. “Well, I’ll show you to your room. And I’ll have someone bring up your stuff.”

As we walked through my house, Luna noticed Audrey washing the dishes, and Ruby hard at work on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor. Both were naked. “Who are they?” She asked.

“Audrey and Ruby. My… maids.”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course you already have sluts prancing around this place.”

I laughed. “Did you expect anything else? Well if you’re going to be living here, mooching off of me, you should be prepared to share the house with women that know their place.”

“Leoooo! Come on, Daddy won’t let me live with him, and he won’t give me any money to get my own place!”

“And have you ever considered doing anything for yourself? Maybe finding a nice rich husband to suck off, like Lilith?”

Luna pouted once again. She was rather fond of doing that.

I opened the door to her room, the second largest in the house. Of the thirty or so bedrooms in the house, about 20 were **** quarters. Small and utilitarian, as my slaves couldn’t expect any luxury. Then there were 9 guest bedrooms, and of course the master. Liza and Cocksleeve had already been assigned guest bedrooms, for when they weren’t in bed with me. But I had given Luna the nicest one, despite the presence of those much more loyal and well-trained sluts. She was my sister, after all.

I left Luna to unpack, not missing the lustful look she shot at me as we parted.