… Stewardship is Ownership

For now, Mrs. Barbara Jonssen simply whimpered and collapsed into my arms. I was left holding a passed-out woman. A little of my seed had begun to dribble out of her pillaged & plundered vagina and down her inner thigh. Still, the contented sigh from her lips revealed that whatever inner turmoil was going on in her head was doomed.

Barbara was now abundantly comfortable with being intimate with me. I knew I would still be breeding many young, & mature, women at this university but I told them all that they would be sleeping in the master California King-sized extended bed. However, in the end, we would getting a new bed to put up against the first, just so the women had room. They all were addicted to my cock.

Pulling out of Barbara elicited a murmur of discontent. I pulled her panties up and smoothed her dress back down. This felt like something new, & after a moment I realized it was new. I had never treated a woman with respect, especially after having just used them for my own ends. I then realized that I did the same thing with Inga.

I looked over at Ms. Elsa Jonssen who was splayed out over the dinner room table with her yoga pants down by her knees and her cunt drenched from her own orgasm. Evidently seeing me make her a brother or sister flipped her switch.

“Tanya, finish cooking whatever your mother was working on. I am going to take them up to the bedroom… After you get things settled here, you can join us if you want. I suspect we will all be very hungry.”

Ms. Tanya Jonssen’s mezzo-soprano voice quivered… “Yes sir… uhm… are you sure?” She seemed uncertain about what her mother’s reaction would be. She also looked at Elsa, evidently wondering if she should try to protect her sister.

I rolled my eyes. “Your mother knew I fucked Inga **** in the pool earlier. She was very aware that I would also be breeding her daughters with her in the master bedroom.”

A visible shudder of blissful pleasure ran through the body of Ms. Elsa Jonssen, then she only looked at her sister & nodded that Tanya should do as I commanded. Tanya never seemed to lose control of herself & that seemed weird. There was no time to think about it though, & she began buzzing around the kitchen to keep the food from being spoiled.

I moved Barbara over my shoulder and took her up to our master bedroom. After laying her down I turned to find that Elsa had picked up & carried her twin sister, Inga, from her room to the Master Bedroom.

Coquettishly Elsa tentatively said, “I thought you would want mother & daughter to start getting used to their new room.” She was obviously fearful that I would respond negatively to her initiative.