Sorry, I meant contact with the enemy

Sam and I paid barely any attention to the words of the devil. She was too busy kissing my neck and I was too busy taking her shirt off to care. The moment her breasts were illuminated by the light of her room, I shivered from head to toe.

“May I kiss them?” I asked, struggling to contain myself.

“Do whatever you want with me,” she answered with the same barely caged desire. “Please, I am yours to use!”

I pressed myself against her perky tits, my mouth finding a nipple, kissing, licking, and sucking to my heart’s content. My hands searched for the base of her breasts, fondling and massaging her, making sure she was feeling as good as I was.

I must have pressed against her with a lot more force than I expected, because next thing I know, her back is bumping against her desk. She uses one hand to keep her balance as the other tangles itself in my hair, keeping me exactly where she desires me to be. One of her legs makes its way up one of mine, wrapping against my waist and pulling me even closer as she moans with delight.

I looked up at Sam. She was having trouble focusing her eyes from all the overwhelming sensations, both the ones I was giving her, but also the ones the temporary Certificate was certainly making her feel. When she noticed me looking, she did her best to look me in the eyes, wearing a look that could only be described as pure devotion.

“What is it, my love?” She called me, like it was the most natural thing in the world, as if we had been lovers for a long, long while, instead of mere minutes.

“I want to worship every single inch of you. May I go lower?” My burning lust for her was being contained singlehandedly by the desire to please her first.

She bit her lip and looked to the side, turning a deeper shade of pink. For a second I feared she might not want me to continue, but she nodded bashfully, and reluctantly removed her hand from my hair.

I kissed her breasts one last time as I led a trail of kisses down her lean and toned stomach. My hands caressed her sides as I kneeled down to face her pajama bottoms. I placed my hand on the elastic around her waist and looked up to her, asking for permission. She was biting her lip, a fearful expression I had never seen on her before. But the hunger in her eyes was unmistakable, too.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, apprehensive at having to stop my worship of such a beautiful woman. “We can stop if you’re feeling —”

“No! Please. I mean…” She placed a hand on my shoulder to stop me from getting up. “I didn’t trust you five minutes ago, and now I’m in this compromising position. It’s just… a lot.”

“We could try something else.” I ran my hands up and down her covered legs slowly.

“I almost wish I was in your position, actually. I only wish to make you feel good, owner.” She smiled. “This feels so natural to say. Owner.”

“And I wish nothing more than to make you feel loved, my lo… my mistress.”

Her smile reached her eyes.

“Do it.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed her waistband and lowered her pajama bottoms as I kissed my way down her toned legs. I worshiped her thighs like a goddess deserved to be worshiped. By the time her bottoms reached the ground, her legs were slick with her wetness. As I reverently kissed my way back up again, I caressed my hands on the way up too, making sure no spot was left unkissed or untouched. I wanted her to feel everything.

Sam had her eyes closed at this point, having completely given in to her sensations. Her hands were gleefully massaging her own breasts and her hips were sliding side to side against the edge of her table, eagerly awaiting for when my kisses would reach them.

And reach them soon I did, my tongue ran tentatively against her lips, my hands gently moved her legs open as I caressed them, my quickening breath against her skin made her shiver. Before I could even open my mouth to ask her for permission, to ask her what she wanted, Sam grabbed my collar and pulled me against her pussy. I hungrily obliged, running my tongue up and down her slit, tasting her liquids and being convinced that this was the best taste any living man could ever have the pleasure of partaking in.

“I want… I want you to feel pleasure too,” Sam told me in a trembling voice. “I want you to cum for me.”

“Yes, mistress,” I answered promptly. It was a struggle, removing my pants while kneeling and without ever taking my tongue off of her, but, after a few clumsy tries, I managed. My cock was already hard from all the tension that had been building, my precum was leaking so much that it had stained my underwear and my hand was already wet by the time it started to stroke. The instant I did, I felt my pleasure skyrocket.

I was licking Sam’s beautiful pussy nonstop. She whimpered in pleasure everytime I ran my tongue up and down, it felt like music to my ears. The taste of her folds made me shiver in pleasure every time it touched my lips, it felt like ambrosia of the finest kind. She shook her hips as ecstasy took its hold of her, they trembled against her desk as Sam humped my face and pulled my collar.

“You can hump my leg, s-slave. Owner. Fuck, just hump me as we cum!”

I obeyed without thinking, my pleasure was too great to do otherwise. I rubbed my dick against one of her legs as my hand smeared my precum all over my cock and her ankle. The speed of my licking increased. I finally found her clit and focused on that, as she ordered me to make us cum.

“Fuck, yeah! Right there. Right there. Hump me. Right there. Oh fuck, owner!”

She came violently against my face. Humping my chin and mouth as best as she could as nothing but bliss overtook her thoughts. Hips shaking wildly as she dropped objects off her desk while trying to survive the onslaught of pleasure rushing all over her body.

By the time she finished, my face was covered in her juices, her legs were weak as she leaned against her table, and couldn’t stop letting out these cute gasps of aftershock as the pleasure slowly flowed out of her system. I could tell it would take a while, though.

“Did you… did you cum, owner?”

“I didn’t, mistress. I’m sorry, but giving you pleasure took precedence over everything else.”

Sam shut her eyes. Pleasure was still overwhelming her. “Just… come with me, owner.”

She extended her hand to mine and began to walk. I held it and she dragged me to the edge of her bed. She looked back at me, still flushed and breathless, biting her lip to hide a mischievous smile. Still in silence, she climbed onto her bed, getting on all fours and showing me her still very wet pussy.

“Like I said, owner: use me however you want. Use me to cum your brains out, just like you did for me.”

Just like before, I did not need to be told twice. My dick was already wet from all the precum I had been leaking, her pussy was already wet from literally just having a huge orgasm. I grabbed her hips and slid myself in, it entered smoothly and in an instant. We both moaned in pleasure.

I grabbed her waist with both hands and began thrusting in and out of her pussy. Even though she had just finished cumming, Sam eagerly matched my pace. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled at me.

“Does it feel good to use me, owner?”

“Fucking your pussy feels fucking fantastic,” I answered, without slowing my pace for a single second. “Slave.” I added, with a smirk.

Sam bit her lip as she sped up her bouncing speed. “Oh yeah, owner. Fuck this lowly slave. Fuck this property, this object that you own. Fuck me to make yourself feel good and for nothing else.”

I couldn’t let her do all the work, so I matched her pace, burying myself in her again and again, pleasure short circuiting my brain. I could no longer say any words coherently, I was only able to give grunts of pleasure and approval at my newest object’s amazing efforts at getting me off. And to her credit, she was taking those grunts as an amazing encouragement.

“Oh fuck, owner, I love being an object for your pleasure so much! Please, use my pussy to get you off for as long as you want. I don’t want to have any other purpose in my life ever again.”

Her encouragement only emboldened me further and I thrusted even harder against her, my arousal truly out of control. The strength of my movements destabilized one of her arms, which made her fall face first onto the bed. Instead of getting up, Sam let out the horniest moan I had ever heard her let out, the sheer pleasure of being used past the point she could even stand on her own made her lose any sense of composure and simply thrust her ass back as fast as she could.

To me it wasn’t much different. I shoved my cock deep in her pussy again, and again, and again, listening to her beautiful moans, watching her toned bubble butt bounce to my rhythm, seeing the curve of her back lead into her face buried on the mattress and the hints of a drooling smile. I couldn’t hold it back any longer, so I shoved my cock into her drenched pussy and came my mind away with a final moan of bliss.

I laid my body on top of hers as our hips lazily continued to hump each other, my orgasm washing over me over and over again in waves as we simply stayed on the bed and breathed together. I hugged her from behind and kissed her shoulders as the cloud of pleasure that hung over my head subsided.

After a few minutes, Sam caressed my shoulder and asked me a question.

“Are you ready for another round of eating me out, slave? Owner? Damn, it’s going to take a little while to get used to this.” Her smile felt like heaven.

“For sure,my object. And mistress,” I answered as we comfortably got into new positions. “Just give my dick some more time to recover, that last fuck was a wild one.”

“Absolutely.” She got her muscular legs on either side of my head as I lay beneath her. “But do you mind my slave mouth cleaning you off? I bet you’d feel so good…”

“Oh, some soft blowjob?” I answered as she bent down towards my cock and I lowered her hips toward my mouth. “Don’t mind if you do…”

And so, we continued our magic induced fucking for the rest of the night.

***

The sunlight hit my closed eyes as the curtain on the window fluttered with the morning breeze. The cozy sheets of the bed enveloped my body in their comforting hug, drawing me into further sleep. But I resisted. I slowly opened my eyes, only to be greeted by the sight of a pale blonde girl with pink bangs doing the same.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Sam and I jumped out of the bed in a flash, getting our distance as soon as possible, both of our backs hitting opposite walls of the bedroom. She grabbed the comforter and dragged it out with her, covering her nakedness from me.

“THE FUCK ARE YOU DONG IN MY ROOM?! IN MY BED?! WITH ME?!”

It took us a couple beats to remember.

“That devil…” I whispered under my breath.

We stared at each other. It took us more than a few additional beats to say anything else. Somehow, moving and acknowledging that my dick was out was worse than whatever this situation was.

“Wel… I didn’t hate it.” Sam surprised me with her comment. She moved one hand up to adjust her glasses, only then to notice they were currently sitting at a nightstand.

“Well… I can say I enjoyed it.” I answered. I went to stroke the collar around my neck she had pulled so expertly last night, only to realize it had completely vanished.

“Right…”

We stood in silence for a couple more seconds, staring at each other. Opening our mouths, but not letting any words out. Until Sam was hit with a realization.

“Our slaves!”

“Our what?”

“Our slaves! We told them not to move. They’re probably still sitting in that room downstairs!” She bolted out of the room and down the hall, gunning for the stairs while dressed in nothing but a bed sheet.

“Fuck, you’re right. Hey, wait for me!” I yelled as I put on my pants and hastily followed her.

We got to the room where we first met and had our confrontation the night before, and lo and behold, she was correct. Our properties’ bodies were strewn about the room, still sleeping after, presumably, having spent the entire night here, unable to leave due to our hastily worded orders. Bianca was still seated on the same chair as when I first entered the house, having gotten comfortable in an unusual situation. She must have been used to long waits like this. The man and the young girl with big breasts had cuddled on one couch, while Aly had slept on the other, hugging a pillow. Finally, Barbie and Iara were both sprawled on the ground, or I should say, on the comfortable and expensive carpet adorning the room’s floor. The popcorn bucket Barbie had randomly brought into this confrontation sat discarded and completely empty in a corner.

They all began to rouse and wake, due to me and Sam not being in any way quiet about our approach.

“Owner?” Aly was the first to speak, rubbing her eyes into being awake. “How long has it been? The whole night?”

“Mistress?” The girl with Asian features was next. “Why are you dressed like this? What’s going on?”

A look of understanding settled on Bianca’s face. “Don’t tell me you two…” The shadow of a smile crept on her lips.

“I would know this smell anywhere!” Barbie declared, rising from the ground. “Someone just got laid.”

Iara rose equally fast. “Congrats, Mistr… oh, wait, with him?”

“Cut her some slack,” the man said without getting up. “She can do whatever she wants. And whoever she wants, too.”

“Way to go, owner!” Barbie shot me double finger guns.

“I’m not gonna lie, imagining you two together is… rather hot.” Bianca was biting her lip as she looked our half naked forms up and down.

“I will say, she’s rather cute, owner, despite the…” Aly eyed her with a critical, but appreciative look, “everything else.”

The only reaction I was capable of was to sink my face into my hands. Sam was utterly stonefaced, her reaction consisted of four simple words.

“The indignation is unbearable.”

She turned to leave the room, dragging the big comforter behind her. Wishing to be anywhere in the world but right then and there, I followed suit.