Going on a Hunt

Just the thought of Janet going to town on herself on my couch had my dick tenting my pants to a dangerous level. The fact that I could still smell her delicious scent in my living room had me worried for the structural integrity of my trousers. I felt like I could use my dick to drive nails. I could just picture Karen whispering in Janet's ear, her red hair draping over the blonde's large tits. I caught myself stroking myself through my pants. If Karen was here when Janet left this little note, then there is no way she didn't leave something herself. For two women who both see me as their master, they get along very well with each other, but there is definitely a fair bit of competition between them. No way would Karen let Janet get a leg up on me if she could help it.

My apartment isn't huge, so I was more than a little surprised that I didn't find anything right away. There was nothing in my entryway or living room, so I decided to scour the entire place, room by room. The kitchen looked cleaner than I thought I left it. I'm no slob, but I was pretty sure that the dish I used for breakfast was not in the sink, where it "should" have been. I did find the key to her place that Janet mentioned in her note.

The bathroom had a freshly cleaned smell, though there was the faint lingering aroma of a woman's (or women's) perfume. The girls had definitely spent some time in here. Their hard work was a little undone by the words "We Love You, Master" written in lipstick on the mirror. Sure. Whatever magic that old guy had put into was more than likely behind much of this, but I couldn't help but feeling like these girls actually liked, if not loved me.

Nonetheless, I still had not found the note that I somehow knew Karen had left for me. My entire apartment looked like they had been given the once over. As I collapsed onto my newly made bed, I tried to think of anywhere she could have hidden her surprise. Maybe in the closet? Kitchen pantry? Inside the freezer? It was then, when I put my hands behind my head under my pillow that I found it. The sneaky little bitch. She'd hidden the sheet of paper, folded around a picture, under my pillow.

Yeah...definitely worth the hunt.

Hey Master. Mike. Master Mike? We need to iron that down.
Janet and I thought we would swing by and see you. We've been getting along very well, if you know what I mean, but we've both been missing our master. So we thought we'd swing by and...get reacquainted...but you weren't here. :-(
We've got her place pretty well set up. She's got a ton of room. Her complex has covered parking, it's near a subway line, a doorWOMAN. It even has a pool. It just doesn't have our master. Yet.
We're pretty well setup there. Though, we might need to move your ratty couch over to her place. I think Janet's formed some serious attachments to it. She came like a lawn sprinkler while I was whispering in her ear, all the ways you'd punish your naughty little ****. I think we might have to put some of those ideas into place for her. And...for me too?
OOh...she's going for another round. I can hear her from here. Her breath is getting shorter...her moans are getting louder. I can practically hear her fingers moving in and out of her soaking slit. I think I'm going to see if I can get there before she does. Fuck. I can't help but think of your body on top of mine, your sweat dripping onto my body as you thrust in and out of my twat. FUCK. It's like I can feel you going so deep I can feel you in my stomach. Shit. I need to put the pen down for a second. Be right back.

The paper looked like it was stained a bit, as if some liquid had spilled on it. Heh. "Some liquid." I'd bet dollars to donuts I know what that she had spilled on the paper.

Whew! Not sure who came first, but I do know that we both screamed out "Master" when we did. Anyone left in the building is likely very confused.
Speaking of vacant buildings...I need to go out of time for a couple days. We won't need most of my furniture at Janet's place. Or your's for that matter. I'm going to be taking a bunch of it to my mom's place. I should be back Wednesday or Thursdayish to finish packing up before Ellen kicks us out. I'll see you then. Love you Master! Karen
P.S. Check under the other pillow...

God damn. I thought I was hard before, now I have thoughts of both Karen and Janet knuckle deep in their panties running though my head. Fishing my hand other the other pillow I find a silky, slightly damp, piece of fabric. Pulling it out, I find a pair of purple panties. "Good girl Karen," I think, as I pull the panties to my face. She must have cum buckets. Her jeans must have been visibly soaked when she left. Good thing her place is next door. Breathing deeply I inhale her feminine musk.

Fuck. All pretenses of discipline are gone. Shucking off my clothes I prop myself up on the pillows and wrap Karen's soft panties around my rigid rod. As much as I'm trying to go slow, my pace rapidly increases as thoughts fluctuate rapidly between Karen and Janet. And Hannah. And Dana. Ooh...and Connie...I feel my chest tighten as I approach my own climax. Moving quickly, I adjust the panties so that I'm firing my load directly into the gusset of Karen's panties.

As my breath returns to normal I grab my phone and text the girls. "Sorry I missed you today ladies. I've missed you too! I can't wait to see you both again, I've got some news. By the way, Karen, next time you see me, you will be putting these panties back on." I attach a picture of the thoroughly stained panties. "Until then, I need both of you to start thinking of ways to punish my bitch...well former bitch...of a coworker. I gave her a coin, but we're going to make her earn it."

With that, I threw on a t-shirt and some shorts and padded my way to the kitchen. I was suddenly very hungry.