Cumpuppy

Oh yes. What a peaceful night. I got some actual, refreshing sleep.

I needed that. Fucking the shit out of these two bitches really relieved all my stress.

I felt pretty fucking great even when waking up.

The slurping mouth on my dick helped matters as well.

This truly is the only way a future king like me should open his eyes every morning.

To the sight of my former competitor trying to fit as much of my cock down her throat as humanly possible.

Gretchen did the wake-up blowjob more gently, but I think Lana was still trying to prove something. But… I gotta give her credit for doing this. I didn’t even have to order her to do so.

She saw my opening eyelids, and smiled happily at me. Her mouth left my dick with an audible, wet plop. “Good morning, master,” she cooed, and then went right back to trying to impale her throat with my meat.

It was so loud that even Anna-Marie woke up. She was still a little dazed, but slowly her consciousness was getting used to her new surroundings and remembering the events of the previous night.

I could see her grimace. The sight was off-putting to her. I guess the whole fact that she was waking up next to me, naked, was off-putting to her.

”Good morning, ****,” I said with a smile. “How was last night for you?”

The sound of Lana’s constant slurping made even the idea of us having a normal conversation ridiculous. “It… It, well… Look, I think… I’ve got to…”

“You’ve got to join her? I couldn’t agree more,” I finished her sentence for her.

“N-No, I…”

“Come now. There you go,” I said as I gently grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down my torso. There wasn’t any significant resistance, just some mild ****.

I nudged her all the way to my crotch. Lana wasn’t interested in sharing any of her space, not until I grabbed her by the hair as well. “Play nice,” I ordered her. She grudgingly shifted a little bit, laying on my left leg now and abandoning the plan of deepthroating the cock on her own. Instead, she got busy licking the left side of my shaft.

“Get to it,” I commanded the fidgety Anna and nudged her face ever so closer to my erect shaft. She finally got the message and got licking as well.

Oh yes. Now the two gorgeous gingers were giving me the kind of waking up blowjob I actually wanted. The way their tongues played on each side of my shaft… It was like a competition. Well, for Lana anyway. She was going nuts with the speed, but eventually, she calmed down. She correctly assumed I’d enjoy watching a synchronized licking more.

And that’s what they did. Teased my dick from all the way from the ballsack to the tip, together, always making the similar trip. Again and again, over and over, feeling better and better…

It was time to finish this with style.

The final time both tongues reached my tip, I grabbed them by their heads, forcing their voluptuous lips and tongues together. And then I came. All over the picture of this beautiful, ****, lesbian kiss. Plenty of my white hot sticky cum ended up in their shared mouth.

I kept holding on to their heads. Let them share the taste of their master’s cum for a while.

My shower was small. Whenever I was here with Gretchen, it barely had room for both of us.

But somehow all three of us made it work.

It helped that Lana was kneeling on the floor, cleaning between my legs, while Anna focused on my chest and back.

At this point… I’m not sure I ever wanted to shower by myself anymore. This was too much fun. The only bad part was the fact that it always took something like extra fifteen minutes to get clean.

The mandatory blowjob always slowed things down. Or this time… The mandatory fucking, as I bent Anna over and let it rip. But the time wasn’t completely wasted, while my dick was knee-deep in Anna’s pussy, Lana made sure my ballsack was all shiny and clean.

And then there was breakfast. I let the girls prepare for me whatever they felt like. Considering the pitiful amount of ingredients in my fridge, it was going to be just toast with cheese and coffee.

But I made it count.

Lana served the toasts gently, right into my mouth. No need for me to use my hands at all.

All the little crumbs from the toast would just fall on Anna’s bobbing hair, as she worked her darndest to get a tasting of her own little breakfast. A breakfast that was served piping hot and fresh from my ballsack.

I didn’t need any napkins either. I just wiped my mouth on Lana’s tits.

Which was a bit haphazard I guess, since she was still holding the scolding cup of coffee in her other hand. Some of it splashed on her other tit, but she did her best to grit her teeth and not even yelp in pain. A real trooper.

So after all these very pleasant morning routines… It was finally time to get serious.

The two nude hotties were kneeling in front of me on my bedroom floor, giving me their best subservient expressions.

Lana was a bit better at it though. There was no way Anna-Marie was mentally okay with all of this yet.

I had already put my work suit on and sat on my bed.

“So,” I began, while buttoning up my suit. “Are my slaves ready to receive their orders?”

“Yes, sir!” Lana spoke up enthusiastically.

“…yes… sir,” came the more hesitant reply from Anna.

“Listen carefully. This week is going to be extremely important for the whole future of our lovely magazine. I’m going to tell you what I expect you to do. I know it will not be an easy task, but I know you can do it. Listen.”

Then… I told them their part of the plan.

They listened quietly, but inch by inch their expression grew more morose and pale.

“…And that’s about it. Any questions?”

Yeah. They were both too shocked to think of any questions.

“Lana. Will you agree to this?”

She swallowed. Hard.

“Y-yes… mas… master.” (LANA: +1SP) (+97SP)

Holy shit. There were like three points left with her. This was a biggie.

“Anna-Marie. Will you agree to this?”

“…N-no, this is… insanity… how… no, why?” she babbled incoherently.

I grabbed her by her chin.

“Just say yes, and I’ll forget your insubordination just now.”

She was afraid of me. She was afraid of my power. I could tell from the way she began shaking like a leaf in my hand.

“Y-y—yes.” (ANNA-MARIE: +3SP) (+90SP)

“Very good. That’s settled then. You can go now, Anna.”

That seemed to shock her as well.

“Wait… I can go?”

“Yeah. And for being such a good girl, I won’t **** you to wear the latex suit today.”

“R-Really?” a small smile was trying to **** itself on Anna’s face, but she managed to keep it down.

“Yup. You can wear Lana’s clothes for now. She won’t be needing them.”

The two slaves shared a glance. It appeared that Lana was just as surprised by this revelation as Anna was.

But they didn’t speak. There was nothing to speak about. The experience they had just shared together… There just weren’t enough words in the English vocabulary to properly convey it.

After that, Anna very quickly found every stitch of Lana’s clothing, thrown all around the apartment. First she put on her bra, then her… very wet and sticky panties. She was soon wearing the rest of the outfit as well, and asked me with her eyes whether it was truly okay for her to leave right now. I nodded, and she spared no time exiting the door.

I hoped the memories of this night would soon make Lana’s panties sticky with both of their juices.

I turned my naked colleague, who was still kneeling on the floor.

There was a careful smile on her face. She was probably both a little afraid what might happen next, and a little happy I wanted time with her alone.

It was finally time to use that thing.

I got up and opened my closet door. Thankfully I had a big closet, a walk-in type, where I could successfully store this.

I picked it up and plopped it on the floor of my bedroom.

It was a cage. A real steel cage, with a proper lock on it.

Fit for one human.

Lana looked up at me in confusion.

“I’ve been wanting to get a sexpet for a long time now. I think you’ll do,” I said as I petted her long, red hair.

Truthfully, when I ordered this thing, I wasn’t sure who I would use it on first. In the end, the answer seemed obvious. It had to be Lana. Her trait was getting lusty in confined spaces.

I wanted to see what this thing would do to her in a day.

“Get in.”

She nodded, but not so enthusiastically anymore.

I held the door open as I watched her red pussy slowly crawling inside the thing.

Oh yes. This purchase was worth every cent.

I closed the door behind her, and successfully attached the padlock on with a satisfying click.

It took effort for her to turn over in there, and return to the front of the cage with a sad, puppy-dog look.

Which was very appropriate in this situation.

“Nobody’s going to miss you for today, right? You don’t have any prior engagements?”

“w-well, master… I have work?”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll let everyone know you’re working from home today. Anything else? Didn’t you have some type of mutt at your house? Does it need to be fed?”

“actually… that dog wasn’t mine… I was just taking care of it for my mom, while she was on vacation…”

“Excellent. Oh. And speaking about feeding dogs…”

I picked up two bowls from my kitchen cabinet.

I filled the other one with water, and the other one with dry cornflakes.

I pushed the bowls in front of the cage.

“You’ll do with those. I want you to work up a real appetite when I get home.”

She nodded. There was a smidgeon of acceptance there.

“And of course…”

I pushed my old laptop in front of the cage also. I had made sure that this one only had Microsoft Word in it, and no internet connection.

“You need to write your articles for the day. Also mine. But… my article will be a little bit different this time.” It was time to clue her in on this as well.

I told her about the bondage schoolgirl set of pictures we had. It just needed a story. Written by a good writer. Like her.

I’m betting that wasn’t easy to come to grips with. How the hell did our magazine shoot photos like that? How the hell did I think it could get published? What the hell kind of a story would ever justify that, etc.

But she had plenty of times to think about that. All day in fact. I was already moving on to the next subject.

“Job number three. Write me a draft of what you’re going to tell your sister when you call her.”

She nodded, a bit despondently. She was still coming to terms with the fact that her sister was going to have a big part in taking Maria down.

I tapped her nose playfully through the gate door.

“And the most important job of all. Keep that pussy wet, cumpuppy. For your owner.”