Thanks fucking

Thanksgiving with his parents had been much less awkward than he expected. Only Peach had gone with him. While she had picked out their outfits and made a big deal of wearing kinky underwear, on the surface the pair seemed rather respectable as his father noted. He wore a button down shirt and slacks, that Peach had bought for him, as well as the leather booty shorts with cod piece she had bought for him as well. Peach wore a white leather corset, thong, garter belt and smoke nylons under her black and white blouse and knee skirt. The only hint was the heel on the knee boots she wore. Of course Steve’s mother had no idea what Peach and Steve thought she meant when she told Peach that to “Keep whipping Steve into shape.”

“I think it was sweet,” Peach whispered in Steve’s ear as they walked into the harem house from the garage, “I can tell your mother cares about you.”

“I don’t think she knew just how you and the Princesses would go after me with floggers, paddles and strapons,” Steve snickered.

“I think she would still approve,” Peach kissed her lover, “Come on, I am sure the others want a turn with your turkey leg.”

“I want some of that turkey leg,” Samus grinned as she opened the door.

Steve knew she was serious when he looked. Samus, the athletic blonde was wearing an electric blue latex corset, opera gloves and stocking and nothing else. Behind her he saw Bowsette’s red hair and Zelda’s brown and their elf ears.

“I think your mother would endorse me keeping you on a romantic leash, but I get the feeling she would baulk at four of us keeping you as our love toy,” Peach giggled.

The five went inside and Peach took Steve to get mostly undressed. Off came shirts, pants, skirt and shoes and what remained was the leather fun-derwear.

“I want you to pick to wear this and accept being our sex **** Steve,” Peach head up a black leather collar with a leash.

“Of course Princess,” Steve was familiar with the ritual by now, kneeling in front of the blonde, “Please Princess use this boy as your sex ****.”

The ritual might seem silly to outsiders, but it did give him a thrill and he knew that it made his Princesses rather wet when he did it. Peach put the collar around his neck and Steve reached back with the familiarity of practice and closed the buckle behind him. Everyone understood the game of him giving himself to the women.

“The turkey is ready,” Peach sang to the other three dominatrices.

With that Peach reached behind her and grabbed a leather hood with build in blindfold. She bent at the waist and leaned in to give Steve a passionate kiss.

“I can’t wait any longer to play with this bird,” Zelda said as she took a position behind Steve.

Samus and Bowsette took positions to the left and right of Steve. Peach finished the kiss and handed the hood to Zelda.

“Ready Steve?” Zelda asked.

“Yes Princess Zelda,” Steve affirmed.

Steve stood still as Zelda put the hood over his head and zippered it up from behind. This left Steve in the dark with his mouth and his nostrils open. Samus and Bowsette lifted up Steve by his armpits and Stood him in the middle of the four women. The four then all started turning Steve around and around and around.

“Guess which princess you kiss,” Peach instructed.

The spinning continued a few times more until Steve wasn’t sure which princess he was facing. The lips met his and he knew who she was.

“Princess Zelda?” Steve asked.

“He is good,” Bowsette snickered, “Lets see who else he can guess.”

The four spun him again and again. Finally, he stopped, feeling rather woozy. A pair of lips met his.

“Princess Bowsette?”

“He is good,” Peach giggled.

They spent awhile doing this game, again and again Steve was spun made to guess which dominatrix he was kissing. Peach, Zelda again, Samus, Bowsette again, Peach again, Zelda once more… finally they started whispering amongst themselves.

“Oh yes,” Peach said out loud, “Come boy… time to play a new version of this game…”

“Oh yeah,” Bowsette smiled.

Steve found himself laid down on a padded bench face up. A crotch pressed against his mouth. It was the pussy of Bowsette.

“Bowsette,” Steve gasped when the pussy was lifted from his face.

“Damn he is good,” Bowsette said, “But he didn’t use my title…”

Another pussy was placed on Steve’s face.

“Princess Peach,” Steve gasped as the pussy was lifted.

“Very good,” Princess Peach cooed.

Then it seemed it was Samus’ turn. And finally it was Zelda’s turn.

“Very good, now start licking boy!” Zelda ordered as she sat back down on Steve’s face.

While she did that, another princess squatted down on his dick. He licked away as he pumped his dick into the pussy of the princess riding his dick. With a gush of princess cum, Zelda spasmed and was helped down. Another princess took her place and Steve’s tongue recognized the taste of Princess Peach. Shortly after that, another princess switched places with the one riding his dick. He was left exhausted when he was picked up off the bench and taken to the kitchen. With the hood removed Steve saw Samus was clearly the most recent rider of his dick. They had a small desert.

“I got to say,” Samus said, “I am very thankful for being part of the Harem.”

“Best thing to happen to me,” Bowsette snickered.

“Getting this app had to be the best thing to ever happen to me,” Steve admitted.