Riding in style

"Don't worry, you'll love it at the house," Laura explained to your two newest sluts, "All the girls are really cool."

"How many?" Rachel asked as she slid into the limo.

"782," Your secretary Cara said. You slid into the seat next to her and she immediately unzipped your pants and started jerking you off, "The master has 247 wives from every country, 314 concubines, and the rest are mere sex slaves of various talents. All of them are proud to serve him with theie bodies."

Rachel and Poloma were awestruck.

"You can't possibly fuck all of them every day, right?" Poloma asked.

"Yes I do, actually," you said as you pushed your secretary's head onto your cock. Poloma and Rachel looked at you with awe. In addition to complete obedience from women, your powers also made them passively believe every word you said. Not that you were lying, but the truth was just that unbelievable.

Laura stared at you expectantly and impatiently. She may have passed the HUNK test with flying colors, but it still made her hot, bothered, and indescribably horny.

"Release," you commanded and she instantly turned into the feral nymphomaniac she had always been. Snarling like a predator, she dove for your cock and joined your secretary in worshipping you manhood. Poloma and Rachel naturally lost it at that point and did the same. It was a good thing your limo was a self driving car, because there was no way a male driver would have accepted your total dominance and a female driver couldn't have stopped herself from jumping in back to pleasure you.

All four of your sluts were dressed elegantly for the seminar. Even your secretary's work uniform gave her a professional esteem. That just made their wanton undignified sexual depravity that much hotter.

You face fuckrd each of them in turn until their eyes watered and their mascara ran. The whole time, their moaning was primal and animalistic, nothing an intelligent human female should be making, but right now all of their higher mental capacity revolved around being fucked.

After cumming like a firehouse down each of their throats, you grabbed Rachel and ripped her glorious tits out of her formal dress. You devoured her hard nipples and stuck three fingers into her pussy at one. She howled and writhed in ecstacy then you **** open her legs and speared her through to her womb. The other three sluts fought like wolves for position to lick her cunt as you fucked her.

Rachel finally came her brains out under your onslaught. She sent you over the edge, but you didn't want to cum inside her. That would definitely get her pregnant, which would fix her mind, but you preferred playing the long game. Training your sluts personally over time felt more rewarding.

So you pulled out and came all over the front of her body, ruining her exquisite dress for the better. You repeated the process with Poloma who you took doggiestyle. She she slammed her hips and her fat ass into your hips over and over again, until she fell forward, cumming just as hard as Rachel. You released your cum all over the feral slut's back, then fucked your wife and secretary in turn.

By the time you arrived at your house, the woman were exhausted but satisfied beyond words. They gently caressed your limbs, chest, your handsome face, and your still enormous cock.

Your chauffer, a gorgeous brunette named Jodie, smiled at your display of dominance when she opened the doir for you.

"Hello, Master," she said lovingly, "How was the seminar. I see you collected two more fuck toys tonight."

"It was very productive indeed," you said, "I can't go into the house in this state, though. I want to feel clean. Jodie, call ahead to tell them to draw a bath, then clean my cock with your mouth."

Jodie's expression turned absolute joy and she obeyed your order like the good slut she was.