Party Time.

I wasn’t a particularly religious woman, even in spite of all the frankly miraculous things that had been happening today. But as I sat on an expensive modern couch in a massive living room filled with equally expensive and sleek décor and gadgets while Elizabeth, seated beside me, made out with me, Amber diligently bobbed her head up and down on my stiff cock, Cynthia used her soft and slender hands to massage and fondle every inch of my body, and Gwen and Vanessa kissed each other passionately and romantically I realized this was what it must have felt like to be a goddess.

“I’m glad you decided to come over.” Elizabeth parted lips with mine to say.

“How rude would I have to be not to invite my own girlfriend to an orgy?” I chuckled.

Elizabeth nodded. “Fair point. What are they to you then?” She asked, tilting her head specifically to Amber who was blissfully sucking me off, and doing an amazing job of it.

“My toys.” I replied. “These worthless cunts only deserve as much. They’re yours too if you want them.” It was extremely satisfying to treat Vanessa and her friends like objects, given how they used to treat me.

Elizabeth’s eyebrows lifted just slightly. “Is that so?”

I nodded and grunted as I exploded into Amber’s mouth. She squeaked with delight and then hummed with satisfaction as she began to swallow mouthful after mouthful of my spunk.

“Gulp… gulp… gulp… mmmm…”

“How very kind of you. I’d like to have some fun with one of them right now, if you don’t mind.”

“Please do.” I replied, straining my voice slightly from the orgasm. “Take Cynthia, I already fed her on the car ride over.”

Cynthia looked at me, then at Elizabeth and visibly swallowed.

Elizabeth’s response was only to stand up from the couch and crook her finger at Cynthia, and the latter obediently stood up and followed the former to a nearby lounge chair. I loved that woman. So confident in her presence alone that a single gesture could communicate her desires. The spectacle alone was enough to squeeze a few extra ropes of sperm into Amber’s mouth, who happily swallowed them without complaint.

“How was that, Amber?”

“Sho ghood.” She replied, her mouth still full of my most recent ejaculation. Then with a drunken expression she opened her mouth to show me its contents which were almost spilling out of her lips. Then, satisfied with my viewing, she closed her lips and gave one last gulp before opening again to show me that it was now empty.

“I’m glad you liked it.” I replied and caressed her cheek. “Vanessa.” I turned my gaze to my sister, who parted lips from Gwen upon hearing me.

“Yes, Mistress?” Somehow hearing my own sister call me that title was strange.

“First of all, you can call me your sister. We’re related after all.”

“Okay, sis!” She smiled brightly, happy to oblige.

“Secondly, it’s Amber’s turn for some love, don’t you think?”

Amber looked at Vanessa and bit her lip, Vanessa grinned even more.

“Yeah! I’ll take good care of her, sis, don’t worry.” She then proceeded to practically tackle the blonde to the floor and begin a very intense make-out session with her.

In the meantime, I turned my gaze to Gwen, who was now standing in front of me, naked and posing seductively. Gwen Thorne was an exotic beauty whose mother, as I understood it, was born in India and traveled here with her father who had been a missionary. Her Indian descent was far more prominent than her father’s contributions, it seemed. She had smooth, gorgeous brown skin, brown eyes, and dark brown hair that she usually wore in ponytails. In addition, she had a mole on the left side of her mouth and a mole on the top of her right breast, which I had only just found out about as this was my first time seeing her naked. To top it off, her boobs were large, perky, and natural. They weren’t quite as big as Vanessa’s, but they were close.

“What would you like me to do, Mistress?” She asked, fluttering her long eyelashes seductively.

Truth be told, Gwen showed up in my fantasies quite frequently, more often than not they featured her breasts and various things happening to them. Now that I could see them for real, I realized they were even better than I could have imagined. And now that I had a monster of a cock I knew what I needed to do.

“I’d like to fuck your tits.” I said, simply. “And I will.”

There was something that changed about Gwen when she heard that. It was subtle enough that I only barely picked up on it and I wasn’t able to nail down exactly what it was. However, she did as she was told, kneeling down onto the ground where Amber had been a moment ago and leaning forward to wrap my hard dick between her amazingly soft breasts.

“Like this, Mistress?” She asked. Something was different about her tone. It was slightly muted, almost robotic.

“Yes.” I replied but had my eyebrow cocked slightly. “Move them up and down, please.”

“Yes, Mistress.” She smiled with her mouth, but not quite with her eyes and started pumping her tits around my engorged member. The feeling was wonderful, like my stiff rod was trapped in an amazingly soft pillow.

I decided to take my mind off of Gwen’s strange demeanor by peering around the room at the others. Elizabeth was sitting in the lounge chair with her legs crossed and Cynthia stood in front of her. At first it didn’t look like anything was happening until I noticed that Elizabeth was rubbing Cynthia’s pussy with one of her feet, her blood-red painted toenails flicking and rubbing against the tall and thin slut’s clit. Of course, Cynthia was moaning at the attention, and Elizabeth wore an amused half-smile.

Next, I turned my attention to Amber and my sister, the former of whom was now vigorously fingering the latter while their faces were mashed together in a heated exchange. Vanessa had the courtesy to ensure that I had full view of Amber’s pink kitty as two of her fingers slid in and out, either that or it was a happy coincidence. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, myself included.

Everyone except Gwen it seemed. That was it, I realized as I looked back at her fake smile and fairly robotic movements. She wasn’t enjoying herself. She seemed content at best, like she was doing something she felt absolutely neutral about.

“You aren’t enjoying this, are you?” I asked plainly.

Gwen looked slightly frightened by my accusation but made no attempt to deny it. “I don’t really like it when my boobs get played with.” She said. “But I don’t mind if you’re the one doing it, Mistress, it doesn’t bother me at all I just...”

“That’s all. It just doesn’t bother you. It’s not a bad reaction but it’s not a good one either.” I finished.

She shrugged slightly. “Yeah.”

This was just my luck. I finally got the opportunity to fulfill my fantasy of fucking Gwen’s perfect tits and she just wasn’t into it.

And then I remembered. A familiar sting in my groin reminded me that I could change that. “Gwen, wrap your lips around the tip of my cock.”

She did so curiously, not releasing it from her tits, instead just lowering her head down onto the tip.

“I’m going to piss in your mouth, I want you to drink it.”

Her eyes widened for a brief second but then she nodded in understanding.

With a sigh I relaxed my bladder and began pissing directly into Gwen’s mouth. Obediently, she began swallowing every ounce of the liquid streaming from my tip.

“Gulp, gulp, gulp…”

When at last it was done, she got the same blank expression as Jacqueline had gotten back in the showers and then released the tip from her lips, speaking in the same blank tone. “What is this one’s mental reprogramming gesture?”

I was about to use the same one I had before, but realized that if I used the same one for everyone, they would all enter reprogramming state if I used it in a group. I didn’t really want that.

“The spoken phrase ‘R-P-G-R-M Gwen’.”

“For clarification, this one’s reprogramming gesture are the letters ‘R-P-G-R-M’ in sequence followed by the word ‘Gwen’?”

“Correct.”

“Acknowledged. What changes to this one’s personality would you like to make?”

This time it was an easy answer. “Make Gwen really like her breasts and make her enjoy when women interact with them in any way, especially me.”

“Acknowledged. Anything else?”

“Make her enjoy being treated like an object, if she didn’t already.”

“Confirmed.”

“That will be all. R-P-G-R-M Gwen.”

Gwen’s eyes blinked rapidly for a moment. “Sorry, I spaced out. What did you say?”

“Nothing, please continue with the boobjob.”

This time her demeanor had changed. She placed both hands on her ample teats and was caressing them while bouncing them up and down. She seemed to delight now at the feeling of my hard cock between them.

“Like this, Mistress? Do you like it when your toy milks your delicious cock with her huge tits?” She asked, squeezing them together tightly giggling.

“It’s a dream come true.” I admitted, smiling and happy now that Gwen was finally enjoying herself. I took another look around the room to check on the progress of the others.

Cynthia was still getting her pussy rubbed by Elizabeth’s feet, but at the same time she was down in her lap eating her out. Elizabeth’s composure was still strong, her eyes were closed, and she was breathing a bit heavily, but otherwise looked as though she was getting a delightful massage rather than a good tonguing.

Vanessa, on the other hand, was enjoying herself immensely. She had upgraded her position from fingering to full scissoring. She roughly grinded her pussy-lips against Amber’s and both were moaning up a storm as their breasts wobbled delightfully with each movement.

“You ladies having fun?” I called to the room.

“Yes!” They all called back, except Elizabeth who simply nodded and shoved Cynthia’s head back down into her lap.

“Excellent.” I replied and leaned back on my sofa, taking a note from my girlfriend’s book and relaxing as Gwen eagerly bounced her tits up and down in my lap. I was nearing climax again and couldn’t wait to glaze the half-Indian beauty with my cream.

“Mmm, Mistress, your cock feels so good between my boobs. It’s so big and hard.” After saying this, Gwen began to give the tip a playful smooch with her full lips each time it popped up from between her breasts.

With a deep groan I felt my next ejaculation coming, and my penis felt like it had become a fountain, pouring my creamy white spunk all over Gwen’s tits and face. She hummed with delight as she became covered in my cum, giggling and bouncing even more, trying her best to squeeze every last ounce out.

I sighed with satisfaction as my orgasm stopped. “Gwen, join Amber and Vanessa, have them clean you up with their tongues.”

“Aww, I wanted to keep going.” Gwen pouted. “Can I at least snowball with them?”

“Yes you may.” I nodded and Gwen grinned again, crawling out from between my legs and toward them again.

In the meantime, I peered over to my girlfriend and her victim, both of whom seemed to be enjoying themselves.

“How are you doing over there, El?” I asked.

Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked at me. “Wonderfully. But I’d love to have the honor of pleasing you next.”

“Aww but I was supposed to be next!” Vanessa said, licking her lips after sliding her tongue across one of Gwen’s breasts to get some of my spunk.

“El is my girlfriend, you are my ****. She has priority.” I said.

Vanessa pouted but continued diligently licking Gwen’s breasts and face. Elizabeth stood up and Cynthia looked to me, clearly wondering what she ought to be doing now.

I looked to Elizabeth. “How was Cynthia, love?” I asked.

“She was lovely, obedient, and good with her tongue.”

I nodded and looked to the other group. “Girls, when you’re finished cleaning up Gwen, go and have some fun with Cynthia. I want to hear her scream with pleasure.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Amber and Gwen both said at once.

“Yes, sis!” Vanessa said instead, as I instructed her to.

“And how would you like me?” Elizabeth asked, striking a confident and sexy pose in front of me. She was extremely fit, I was happy to see, and her teardrop-shaped breasts looked soft and inviting. But I wanted something special from her. I wanted to send a message once and for all about her place among my growing harem.

“In every possible way. But right now, I’d like you to ride me.”

She bit her lip and glanced down at my cock, which was still hard despite its climax mere moments ago. She did not reply, but suddenly straddled my lap and planted a kiss on my lips, immediately deepening it with her tongue. She was an incredible kisser.

Teasingly, or perhaps to build anticipation, she rubbed her soft pink pussy lips against my shaft. It was only in that moment that I realized this was going to be the moment I truly lost my virginity. This was the first time I was going to actually fuck someone, and rather appropriately it would be with the one among my posse that I considered my girlfriend rather than my servant.

Finally, Elizabeth sank down onto my lengthy rod, plunging it deep into her pussy. She let out a breathy moan and then bit her lip as she looked me in the eyes. “Mmm and this is just the way I like it, too.” She said.

“You like being on top?” I asked, struggling not to moan at how good it felt for me too.

She nodded and began to shimmy her hips back and forth, causing my cock to swivel slightly inside of her. It was lovely sensation. There was nothing I could do to stop the moan this time, and I belted out a pleasured groan just as I heard someone else do the same.

I craned my neck around Elizabeth curiously, and found that Cynthia had taken Elizabeth’s place on the lounge chair. Amber was between her legs, presumably eating her out, Vanessa was straddling the arm-rest, grinding her kitty along Cynthia’s arm, and Gwen was leaned over the other arm-rest with her tits pressed against Cynthia’s face.

The sight made me chuckle and made me want the same. With one hand I gently urged Elizabeth to lean forward as she bounced up and down on my length, causing her hefty breasts to get pressed against my face. If there indeed was a heaven, I was convinced this is what it must have been like.

I shook my head back and forth within the cleavage of my lover and listened as she seemed to chuckle to herself softly as she continued to bounce up and down on me, her bounces becoming slightly quicker and slightly more pronounced.

“Your cock feels great inside me.” She whispered just as Cynthia let out another moan and I couldn’t help but do the same as she swiveled her hips again. “I want to feel you fill me up too.” Yet again, Elizabeth made no requests. She simply stated what she wanted.

Cynthia’s moans were becoming more escalated, and I was beginning to feel yet another climax well up from within. Her moist, warm walls wrapped perfectly around my shaft and her movements pressed them into all the right places. It was too much, and I wasn’t going to last.

Finally, in almost the same moment, I let out a loud moan just as Cynthia let out one final scream of pleasure, just as I had ordered. The sensation surrounding my cock changed as Elizabeth squeezed my sperm out and into her hungry womb. Even still, Elizabeth continued to bounce up and down along my length, doing her best to milk everything out before letting out her own loud moan of pleasure.

At last she pulled herself off and collapsed on the couch next to me. I was still ejaculating, sending ropes of cum into the air to fall back down into my lap, legs, and belly. Elizabeth leaned over and wrapped her lips around my tip, catching the last couple spurts in her mouth.

“Gulp... mmm, you taste wonderful.” She said and then proceeded to lick up the cum surrounding my cock.

Having this orgy was truly an amazing idea.