Fuck her first, then look at the magic website again

Once the door closes behind Ellie, you start to pull Tracey’s clothes off her. “I’m considering a ‘no clothes at home for slaves’ rule. What do you think about it?” you ask her as you toss her top onto a nearby chair, and then unbutton her shorts.

“When you’re around, I don’t want to wear anything, Master. It’ll be a little weird being naked with just my mom,” she tells you. She shimmies her hips to help you slide her shorts down, then pushes her panties off. “I’m guessing making us stay naked around each other, so we’re embarrassed is part of the turn-on for you. Right?” she says, smirking.

You give her a sheepish grin. “Knowing that you’re both here, naked and trying to interact with each other for everyday reasons is really hot.”

She wraps her arms around your neck and looks up into your eyes, smiling. “You’re getting me hot and wet with your pig-thinking, Master,” she says sweetly. She presses her naked body against you, still keeping her eyes on yours. “You should see how my mom reacts, before you make the rule though. If it’s too much for her, rushing might make it harder to get her to enjoy a threesome. If she’s ok with it, it could speed things up though, get her used to seeing me sexually.”

“I can’t imagine not seeing you sexually,” you tell her, as you grab her ass cheeks with both hands and squeeze. She squeals in delight as you pull her against your chest and lift her feet off the floor.

She presses her face into the side of your neck. “Fuck, I need you bad, Master,” she pants.

You shuffle to the couch and drop her on it. She spreads her legs wide and her fingers glide up and down over her slick folds. She watches as you pull your tee shirt off. Then you dig in your pocket to grab a condom. You made a point to bring some with you to school today. Then you push your jeans and underwear down.

Tracey licks her lips hungrily when she sees your stiff cock jutting out towards her. You roll the condom onto it. She shifts, putting one leg up on the back of the couch and the other foot on the floor, so her thighs are spread wide. Her fingers pull her folds apart, splaying her wet pussy open for you.

You move onto the couch on top of her, line up the tip of your cock with her entrance, and lean forward over her. Her mouth opens wide and her head lolls back as you push in slowly. She exhales a long, throaty “Ohhhhhhhh…” You hold still for a moment, enjoying the sensation of your cock buried to the root in her warm, tight cunt. She squirms under you, getting accustomed to the feeling of being filled.

Her hands grip your shoulders tight. “Damn,” she gasps, “You’re so fucking hot. I feel like I’m gonna cum the second you start thrusting, Master.” A shiver runs through her body.

That sounds like you can have some fun with it. “No permission to cum until after I do, Pet,” you tell her.

Her eyes go wide and her bottom lip quivers. “I, I don’t know if I can stop myself,” she says with a slight edge of panic in her voice.

“Do your best,” you tell her, as your hips start to slowly pump up and down. “If you cum first, I’ll stop right then. No more fucking for the rest of the day. Do you understand?”

“MmHmm,” your **** replies, in a high-pitched noise of assent with her lips pinched tight together. She nods. Her fingers clenched harder on your shoulders and her whole body tenses as she struggles to hold off her orgasm.

You thrust faster. Your body heaving over her. Your straining, twitching cock plunges into her sopping pussy over and over, making slick noises.

“Maaaassssterrrrrrr! Pleeeeaase!” Tracey cries out, her body trembling.

You wanted to see how long she could hold out, but the experience is overwhelming for you. It isn’t long before feel your own orgasm quickly building. You drive in hard and deep. Your cock throbs and flexes as you cum hard. “Now!” you grunt out.

Tracey shrieks, her fingers dig hard into your shoulders, and her pussy clamps hard on your cock. Her juices flood out around the base of your shaft, splattering your balls and leaving a big wet spot on the couch cushion.

You stay propped up on your arms over her, breathing hard, looking down at her. Her face and chest are flushed red. Her body is limp and she lays still, other than the occasional shudder of an aftershock from her orgasm. “Thank you, Master,” she whispers between panted breaths.

After you’ve caught your breath, you sit back on the couch. You pull Tracey’s legs into your lap and slide your hand slowly along them, feeling her smooth skin. “I need to use your computer. I want to look at that magic website. There may be other spells that work. Maybe one to get rich or something.”

“My laptop’s in my room,” Tracey tells you. “I’ll go get it for you, as soon as I have control of my limbs and can walk.” She giggles.

You laugh. “Since when is walking a requirement for a **** to fetch something? I could make you crawl and get it.” You squeeze her thigh.

“I could crawl upstairs to my room, but getting back down on my hands and knees, holding a laptop in one hand might not work out well,” she says.

You slide her legs off your lap and stand up. “In that case, if you can’t walk, I’ll have to carry you there.” You grab her and lift her off the couch, slinging her over your shoulder in a fireman’s carry. She yelps in surprise. You carry her up the stairs to her room and drop her onto her bed.

She looks at you with amazement in her eyes and her face flushed from excitement. “Damn, Master! I like being manhandled,” she says breathlessly. “You’re stronger than you look.”

You laugh. “You don’t weigh that much, Pet,” you tell her. “The trick is getting under you and lifting with the legs. I’ve been picking my sister up like that since we were little kids roughhousing.”

You grab her laptop off her desk and settle down on the bed next to her. As you pull up the website, you say, “Let’s see what other spells look like they would be worthwhile.”

You read down the list of spells and see several nasty-looking curses. One says it was created to be used on men who **** their family members. It makes them impotent and increases their desire for sex at the same time. “Pet,” you ask hesitantly, “would you want me to cast this on your father?”

Tracey reads the description and shakes her head. “No. Don’t please. I don’t want to hurt him. I just don’t want to think about him. I wish I could forget about the whole thing.”

You nod and keep reading.

There’s a spell that gives a long healthy life. You’re certainly going to cast that on yourself, Tracey, and Ellie. You would like to cast it on your mom and Abbie, too, but you see it only works on someone you’ve performed some kind of mind magic on.

Another spell lets you make yourself or someone else better looking. It even gives women bigger tits and men bigger cocks. You’re happy with your slaves’ looks though, and there’s a warning about the spell making the subject conceited and self-centered. You think you can skip that one.

Then there’s a spell that lets you last as long as you want before you cum, and get hard again right away after you do. That could be useful, but it makes you get boners all the time, and can make birth control fail. You’re wary about that.

The next spell says it lets you enter someone’s dreams and control them. That may be a way to use mind magic on Abbie and Mom so you can cast the health spell on them.

After that, there’s a spell for birth control. That’s one’s just a chant, so you say it right away. Now you don’t have to worry about using condoms with Tracey and Ellie.

Tracey, who was watching over your shoulder, claps. “Oh yay! I’ve been wanting you to cum inside me since our first time.” She hugs you from behind and kisses the side of your neck.

You turn your head to kiss her on the lips, then smile at her. “Yeah, I’ve wanted to feel what it was like to go bareback. Now we don’t have to wait for you to get on the pill.”

You go back to the health spell. It’s called the Blessing Aegle. You see that it needs some herbs. “Do you have these? If you can get them, I’ll cast the spell on us and your mom right now,” you tell her. “Then we’ll never get sick and live past 100.”

“Fuck. You’re amazing Master,” Tracey says, sounding awed. She nods and hurries off to the kitchen.

When she comes back, you start sprinkling the herbs out to perform the ritual. “I want to get this done before your mom gets back, so she doesn’t figure out that I mind-controlled you both with magic.”

Tracey tilts her head as she watches you. “Why don’t you want her to know?” she asks. “I know, and it doesn’t bother me. If she knew magic is what’s making her feel like she does, she might not feel so guilty about doing filthy things to her daughter,” she adds in a tempting tone.

That makes you stop and think. You got so used to keeping things from Ellie, that you didn’t even think about letting her know. Maybe you should.