Week 1: Tuesday, 4th Dec 2029, Night

Why do people enjoy sex? From a purely biology perspective, it's the mechanism to help us reproduce. But that's too simple an explanation. For us, strange, restless monkeys, it's never that simple. Sex is identity, power, connection. It's how we brand each other without ink, how we speak without words. Well, mostly, if we don't count moaning. So, what's a better than having sex to celebrate the my newly branded slaves.

"We got that over with, time for some celebratory coitus."

"I could use a good fucking." Yoko stood up, without my explicit instruction.

"Yoko, Jen, couch. Now." I ordered. "Lisa, you'll sit this one out. Not as a punishment, don’t mistake that, but because you’re not quite ready yet. But you can watch, if you choose to that is."

"Yes Master. I will stay here, in case you need me for anything else."

Good, then sit, don't want you to hurt your knees."

By then, Yoko and Jen had already claimed their space on the couch, limbs comfortably tangled, a familiar heat simmering between them. They weren’t new to sharing, not the first time I use them together,

Lisa, ever the obedient little canvas, shifted without a word. From her demure kneel, she folded smoothly into a poised mermaid sit, legs swept to one side in a graceful arc, toes pointed just so, her back elegantly straight, chin slightly lowered, and palms resting on her knees like a shrine maiden awaiting command.

“Ladies,” I said, stepping forward, “rock, paper, scissors to decide who gets me first.”

Three sharp claps of palm on palm, a quick flurry and Yoko smirked at her victory.

“Jen it is,” I smiled.

Yoko rolled her eyes with that syrupy sass of hers, then slipped down to her knees, her hands already spreading Jen’s lips. Then her lips, the one on her face, pressed in, nosing against the damp heat, teasing soft gasps out of Jen's mouth as she worked her tongue. Jen’s hips rose slightly, and cupped her beasts, slowly massaging them.

I looked in amusement, hand petting Lisa's welcoming head, for Jen to get ready. I'm never one for foreplay, let's just say I outsource them to my best.

"I think she's ready, now get me ready." I said as I walk up to the couch.

Her hands were already on my belt before I'd even fully stopped. She tugged my pants down with a smooth, practiced motion. My cock was already half hard from the show, so she didn't waste time admiring. Her mouth was open before my pants even hit the floor. Her breath warm, lips parted as she guided me between them.

Lisa, still in that perfect mermaid sit, watched without moving, her eyes locked on the slow bob of Yoko's head, her own lips parted in **** mimicry. One hand had drifted between her thighs, just resting there. She's too obedient to touch herself without permission, but too turned on not to wish she could.

Jen, half-dazed on the couch, legs still parted, fingers lazily pinching one nipple, licked her lips as she watched me disappear down Yoko’s throat.

I threaded my fingers into Yoko's hair, not to guide, just to feel the way her head moved against my palm. But she must’ve taken it as a signal, because she suddenly pressed forward with intent, angling her throat to take every last inch.

“As much as I like your mouth,” I murmured, “if you keep going, I’m afraid both you and Jennifer will end up going to bed unsatisfied.”

Yoko froze with her lips wrapped around the base, then let me go with a slow pullback, her tongue dragging along the underside until the head slipped free with a wet blop. She sat back on her heels, a slick trail still connecting her lips to my cock.

I turned my attention to Jennifer.

She was more than ready, sprawled across the couch like an offering, legs open and glistening, her hand still lazily fondling her breasts, the nipple pinched and flushed.

I stepped between her thighs, lined myself up, and with one slow, deliberate thrust, I sank into her.

“Ah, fuck…” she gasped, her whole body shuddering around me. I drove in until my hips met hers, buried to the hilt, the wet slap of skin-on-skin echoing off the room’s quiet.

Jen clutched at my shoulders, legs wrapped around me tight, her moans building as I began to fuck her in a steady rhythm.

Yoko had stayed kneeling at my side, watching her handiwork with dark satisfaction. She leaned in now, hands sliding up Jen’s torso, cupping her breasts , teasing her nipples with her tongue. Jen cried out, caught between the thrust of my cock and Yoko’s mouth on her chest, overwhelmed and helpless and deliciously full.

Jen was losing herself in ecstasy, every thrust had her climbing, eyes fluttering, hands scrabbling for grip on my back, Yoko’s mouth never leaving her chest, tongue flicking wetly over its sensitive peaks. I could feel her walls tightening around me, that telltale tremble building in her thighs, her breath now short, sharp, panting moans that broke between clenched teeth.

"You have my permission."

She came hard, her cunt clenching around me in pulsing spasms, hips bucking wildly beneath mine as she cried out. Her back arched clean off the couch, breasts pressing into Yoko’s mouth, toes curling as the orgasm tore through her.

I didn’t ease up. I fucked her through it, gritting my teeth as her heat clenched me tighter than ever, almost milking me. Her hands clawed down my back, her lips parted in breathless ecstasy, and then she collapsed, boneless and ruined, twitching under me, still fluttering around my cock.

I pulled out and look down.

“Your turn.”

Jennifer tried to move, legs shaky and trembling, propping herself up with one hand. Her body was still reeling, twitching in small waves, aftershocks fluttering through her belly, juice dripping down the curve of her thigh.

Yoko stops her by straddling her, gripping Jen's hips and pushing herself on top of her. Her tights brackets Jen's waist, her firm ass poised perfectly over her. She didn't look at me right away, her gaze still locked with Jen's, a silent smirk playing across her lips.

“I don't need someone to get me ready” Yoko murmured, voice low and velvet thick, as she looked at me over her shoulder. Her back arched slightly, spine curving into a perfect angle, and lifted her ass higher, spreading her knees further to offer everything. The soft curve of her cheeks spread with the motion, glistening underneath, her folds wet and ready, twitching in anticipation.

She gave a little wiggle. I take that as an invitation.

I pressed in slow, just the tip, letting her feel it stretch her open, and Yoko groaned low in her throat, the sound guttural, gorgeous, as her back arched deeper and she pushed back against me.

Jen squirmed beneath her, the friction of our movements dragging Yoko against her own stomach, making both of them gasp. Yoko leaned forward, planting both hands on either side of Jen’s shoulders, her hair falling like a curtain as I started to move, hips rolling in slow, grinding thrusts that made her ass jiggle.

I gripped Yoko’s hips tight, fingers digging into the soft swell of her flesh, and increased my pace. Every thrust pushed her slightly forward, her hands splayed out on either side of Jen’s head for balance, her body rocking with each impact, moaning openly and shamelessly.

Jen lay beneath her, still dazed, lips parted, face flushed, but her arms had risen, wrapping lazily around Yoko’s waist, pulling her down closer. Their mouths met in a fevered kiss, **** and wet, as I fucked Yoko from behind, each thrust pressing her harder into Jen’s embrace.

"Permission, Sir." Yoko gasped.

I leaned forward, pressed down into Yoko’s back, grinding deep inside her, my cock pulsing as the pleasure surged.

"Not granted." I grunted, jaw clenched, thrusting deep, holding her tight, and then I came.

Hot, thick pulses spilled inside her, spurting into that wet heat, filling her with every grinding thrust as I emptied myself into her.

Yoko collapsed onto Jennifer, still in heat.

I pulled out slow, cock slick, dripping, watching it all trail down her legs, smearing between them.

"You can let Jen return the favor." I said, as I sank into the couch beside Jennifer.

Lisa crawled forward without a word, lips parting, and began to clean me, long, reverent licks up the length of my shaft, collecting every drop she could.

Yoko lay sprawled across Jen, still trembling from the denied release, body hot and flushed, her breath shallow and uneven. Jen, eager to return the favor, smirked beneath the weight of Yoko’s twitching body. She slips down onto the floor and gripped Yoko’s hips with both hands, spreading them wider, pulling her down until her messy pussy hovered just above her face, and then she pulled her down, mouth open, tongue already out.

Jen’s tongue parting her folds, slow and heavy, dragging through the mess I’d left inside her. Yoko bucked reflexively, her knees giving way, and Jen took her fully, locking her in place, arms wrapped tight around her thighs.

Wet, greedy sounds filled the room as Jen devoured her, sucking, lapping. Yoko moaned, long and high and ****, writhing above her lover’s face, every twitch of Jen’s tongue pushing her closer to the edge again.

I let my eyes drift downward, Lisa was still on her knees, face tilted up, her lips wrapped around the head of my cock as she cleaned it meticulously.

"You have my permission to touch yourself."

She moaned softly, as if the words alone pushed her closer. One handing down, fingers finding the heat between her thighs. Her breathing deepened, her pace steady as she stroked herself with quiet, focused need, never breaking eye contact, never lifting her mouth.

On the couch, Yoko was close. Jen had her pinned down, hands gripping her ass, tongue deep inside her, working her without mercy. Yoko moaned wildly, her whole body shaking, sweat glistening down her spine. Her voice broke in gasps.

"Permission, Sir. Please."

"Granted."

She came instantly, body locking tight, a cry ripped from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her. Jen held her firm, mouth still moving, licking her through every twitch and spasm.

Lisa followed moments later, hips jerking, her moan muffled around me as she collapsed forward, forehead resting on my thigh, fingers still teasing herself through the afterglow.

"You've done well ladies, get some rests. We've got work tomorrow."