Your wedding (and wedding night)

Dressed sharply in a tailored suit (one that just a few days ago would be far out of your budget range) you stood in your back garden in front of the small crowd of friends and family that had bothered to show up for the perfunctory attempt for a wedding that you had hastily arranged. The officiant cleared his throat, silencing all conversation, and the four girls took their places opposite you at the head of the garden. Starting with Aaliyah, they one by one approached you, repeated their vows, gave you a brief kiss, then took their new place stood behind you.

"I promise to love and serve, to submit to and obey, and to care for and cherish. In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, until **** do us part. Please take my hand as your forever loving and obedient wife..." repeated Jasmine, the last of the four to take her vows. You of course accepted, took her in your arms and kissed her, and then hushed the half-hearted applause you were met with.

"Thank you all for coming" you began, "but I would now like to spend some time with my lovely brides, so if you would leave us that would be much appreciated". Everyone filed out.

You led your new wives to the master bedroom and lined them up in front of the bed. You grabbed a chair and sat down in front of them, running your eyes over what was now yours. "Let's see what we've got to work with" you grinned, instructing Zara, the first in the line, to take off her clothes. Having been married before, she unfortunately wouldn't be a virgin, but her massive tits would more than make up for that. Her DDD boobs - or perhaps even E-cups - bounced up and down as she leant over to remove her socks and shoes. She obediently turned around to reveal her curvy ass, which she shook and wiggled for you as ordered, and then bent over and spread herself to give you a good look at her pussy.

Aaliyah was next. She was probably double your age but had aged fantastically. She took off all her clothes. Her body was still tight and supple, her chest was nearly as big as her sisters, and she had a slim waistline that gave her an ideal hourglass figure.

"Your turn now Jasmine" you prompted. She wordlessly shed her wedding dress then stripped out of her underwear. As she did, she placed one hand over her bare pussy and used her other arm to cover up her naked chest. That would not do. You stood up and walked over to her, determined to set a precedent early on. Without warning, you struck her hard across the face with the back of your hand, causing the others to gasp. Nevertheless, they got back in line, and kept their eyes facing forward. "You dare cover yourself in front of me?" you asked rhetorically: "The minute your moron father signed you away you became mine. My property. My body. My ass. My pussy. My tits. My mouth" you told her, groping the relevant parts of her anatomy as you detailed all the parts of her that belonged to you. All the important parts anyway. "You will never disrespect me in such a way again, understood?".

"Yes sir, sorry sir" she whimpered, placing her hands at her side.

You sat back down and switched your attention to Lena. Your cock was pressing hard against your pants now, nearly unable to contain it's excitement. She took her turn undressing, revealing a petite but sexy figure.

At 21, Lena was two years younger than her sister. Whilst differing in appearance, they shared the same mannerisms and way of talking. You hadn't yet decided on a favourite: although Jasmine had a bit more of an attitude, you found her occasional brattiness strangely attractive.