Pamela Hope's willing Disciplines

Tom blinked down in some confusion as the golden skinned fertility goddess reached beseechingly up to him, gently take his Holly-**** Baby-Girl from his protective grasp. Feeling his foot long girder of a cock sliding out from inside her tiny battered pussy along with no small amount of their combined juices sent a shudder of pleasure coursing through him, setting his balls to thrumming again.

Despite that, Tom felt empty... not emotionally empty for he was brimming with purpose and confidence now. Nor was he empty in a physical or sexual manner; he had the strength, energy and sexual moxxy of an entire college football team strumming through his powerful body - that much and that of the opposing team to boot!

No, the emptiness Tom felt was like he had expended a reservoir of hither unknown power and now it left a hollowness inside begging to be filled again with... something. Was it from his sudden growth... His transformation? Had he spent something of himself when he claimed his Holly-****?

Tom didn't know but his eyes fell on Pamela Hope gently and gracefully settling onto the cum sodden couch like the most regal of queens on a chaise longe with his blonde baby-girl in her lap, the sight doing nothing to sooth his strong feelings of ownership over the two. For her part his Holly-**** was nursing hungrily at the Goddesses gloriously ripened teet, watching the rich cream wet those rosebud lips he instinctively knew how he could feel "full" once again.

Making to move to his women, his cum-slaves, he was brought up short by a warm touch to his left thigh. Looking down Tom saw a vision of beauty that caused his still-erect, massive new cock to twitch hard in response.

The statuesque redhead from the pool, the one his previous self had titty-fucked into blissful oblivion was staring up at him with wide emerald eyes; the deep crystal pools were filled with a new and fervent devotion. Tania... her name was Tania and as much as the tanned, sexy redhead bombshell had been gorgeous before, now her beauty was wholly transcendent!

It was the difference that could be found when comparing a walking wet dream created through **** diets, vigorous exercise regiments, plastic surgery and artful hair and make up applications to the most natural, classical beauty who had won the one in ten million genetic lottery after generations of implausible eugenics and then some. All natural, all effortless, a picture radiant health and preternatural physical perfection.

Both hypothetical woman were beyond attractive but the latter had a superhuman lure and **** sensuality that the former was vainly trying to manufacture and imitate. There was no competition.

Her fiery red hair was longer, glossier and thicker than before; a silken mass of living fire that reached all the way to her calves as she knelt beside Tom clutching at his legs, rubbing her exquisite body against him. Her tanned skin all but glowed now and felt velvet soft against his own, blemishless and without any imperfections.

Her eyes blazed like twin shining emeralds within her gorgeous face alight with unspoken newfound devotion and raw, burning lust for him; her Man, her Master, Her Lord. Tom drank in her visage; her cheekbones a little more pronounced, the graceful lines of her jaw and slender neck sweeping and defined as though painted by a master artist, her lips full and plush and... sticky with a sweet milk he could almost taste just staring at them. He needed that milk...

Thinking of milk, he wandered his eyes down her delicate throat that he could now easily encircle with just one of his massive new mitts. Down past her elegant collarbone to her expansive, overflowing cleavage. Big as she was before, she had grown larger still, her rose-tip nipples and pebbled areola spreading and puffing up too... and gently beginning to leak!

Licking hungry lips Tom watched as her magnificent milkers were wrapped around his heavily muscled thigh as Tania thrust her body desperately up against his. Her soft mouth moaning against his hip, mewling with desire as one of her hands roamed over his sculpted ass and the other reached up to cup his engorged sack, feeling the heft of of his heavy balls with a delighted cooing sound.

Tom just stood there, hands on hips for a moment admiring his newest Loveslave as she fawned on him, worshiping him with her body as though offering herself up to him, her immense beauty was her dowry to him. It felt Right with a capital "R". It was as it should be. Any woman he desired was blessed to be noticed by Him; a True Man, the paragon of Masculinity.

Her fleshy mounds were nearly obscene; vast, boundless mountains of perfect, gravity defying tit-flesh that obscured all below them from view but a hint of bubbly rounded ass that poked out from behind her arching back and cascading hair. She was gasping as her milk ran down over his knee to trickle down his shins and the sight of that creamy ambrosia spiked Tom's hunger anew.

Tangling a large hand in her glossy mane and marveling at it's softness, he dragged her up to her feet until he could wrap his other hand around her hourglass waist, palming a full, jiggling buttock and lift. Tania squealed in childish glee as he dragged her up the side of his body until she was perched on his left hip, wrapping her long, luxurious legs around his waist and thrusting those gi-normous knockers enthusiastically into his face. They were larger than her head and his face disappeared as that sweet valley of cleavage enveloped him in it's softness.

She began to pant in need and grind her svelte pelvis into his side as his lips roamed her celestial melons, licking and sucking at her glowing, bulging flesh until he found a thick nipple and bit at it playfully before drawing it into his mouth. Tania let out a sharp gasp followed by a deep, long, shuddering groan as her eyes rolled up in her head and she began to milk for her Master. Something hot and wet splashed against his hip and began to run down his side, the smell of sex growing stronger but Tom didn't care.

All that mattered was that milk!

Her hands gripped his head hard, pulling him into her stupendous cleavage as Tom drank from her, his broad rough tongue circling the nipple, lapping hungrily at it before sealing his lips and suckling forcefully again. Thick jets of rich cream erupted from Tania's over-stimulated teets and her hips bucked hard against his side as she ground her sodden pussy with delicious friction onto his unyielding hip.

"Yes! Yes Master, let me feed you... haaa! Let me gift you w-with my milk! Please- please take everything you can!"

Tom held her fixed in place, his arm around her waist as secure as an iron column while he glutted himself on her titty cream. She shuddered in his unshakable grasp as a massive breast-gasm rocked her body and her legs tightened around his waist, one pinning his mighty meat shaft up between her soft thigh and his own diaphragm. Swallowing mouthful after long mouthful Tom hummed around her gushing nipple in bestial satisfaction as he recognized the taste, the same taste as his Goddess-**** Pamela Hope.

Next to this taste; the milk of other XXX-Bimbos was as pale as pasteurized skim milk. This liquid gold restored him like an endlessly giving wellspring and he could feel the emptiness inside retreating before the sheer power and vitality it brought him. This heady mixture flowing freely down his throat and the sensation of Tania-slaves silky thigh rubbing firmly against his straining man-meat made him grunt in pleasure as another thick shot of precum burst from his tip; trailing across her thigh and up his chest.

Tania must of felt it because she couldn't have seen anything below the massive shelf her chest had become and reached down to trace her fingers through it playfully. Running her long dexterous fingertips down his broadly muscled chest she gathered it and used the thick white baby-juice to lubricate the huge jutting bulge of his cock-head and began stroking the five solid inches that protruded above her clasping thigh.

Her strokes were firm and masterful, her soft hand unable to completely encircle his thick girth but compensating by gracefully rolling her wrist and expertly running the ball of her thumb up the sensitive underside. The movement made Tom gasp and, thirst momentarily sated, he looked up from between Tania's heaving mega-tits to see her looking down at him with an expression full of **** desire and crushing uncertainly.

"P-please Master, my Lord?" She stammered out as tears began to well up in her beautiful emerald eyes, "Please~ take me? I love you Master. Mark me with your God-Seed and make me yours? If I am not worthy... sob... I don't... i don't know what..."

Tom looked up at her as she trailed off and began to weep. From where he held her, lifted a foot above him, her tears ran down her gorgeous face to drip from her chin onto his temple.

This sexual Valkyrie was begging him to take her, was terrified that he wouldn't want her as she needed him. She was suffering in every moment that she wasn't his claimed property. That was as it should be and her torment was at an end.

Even her over-ripe figure, all tits, legs and ass was light as a pillow in his powerful grasp as shifted her weight from his sticky hip around to his front. His palms were filled to overflowing with the globes of her glorious bubble butt and her back arched as she was **** to lean back in his grip, her massive bust thrusting a foot and a half in front of her even as they pressed into his ripped pecks.

His monster-cock loomed up thick, hard and ribbled with pulsing veins from where their crotches met. It rested erect along the length of her smooth belly, the head and top three inches buried in her magnificently plush under-boob.

Tania was whimpering and instictively splitting her sopping pussy-lips across the base of it, riding her hips a up and down it as much as she could in his indomitable hold. Grinding her clit against his steely hardness, babbling with mindless fervor.

“God?” she moaned. “My God! My Lord! My Savior!”

She brought her hands up to clasp at his boulderesque shoulders, running them over his neck and chest as if needing proof that he was real, to feel he wasn't some divine mirage that would slip away if she didn't cling to him like her life depended on it.

"Yes, your God." Tom stated, and just like that; it was a fact. "Your Lord."

"My Lord!"

"Your Owner and Master in all things."

"Yes! Master! Yeeesss~!!"

His Tania-**** was already gushing and quaking as he lifted her, spreading her cheeks apart as he positioned her high in the air on the tip of his furiously aching god-cock.

Tom spared a quick glance over at his Goddess-**** Pamela. She was reclined on the couch, still nursing his Baby-Girl Holly-**** in her lap but watching him with those wide eager jade eyes. Her expression was one of burning desire as she plunged two fingers into the schoolgirl-sluts over-stuffed pussy that was outpouring her girl juices and his copious cum, Pamela's eyes begging him to continue as she watched with utterly horney, wrapped attention.

It was good enough for him. With a single fluid motion he brought his Tania-**** down onto his raging cock, lancing and stretching her sweet cunt as he began to fill her inextricably.

She let out a wailing scream of soulful ecstasy that sounded almost as spiritual as physical and the cum-drunk XXX-infect that were strewn about the room like so much discarded seed-soaked refuse began to stir.