The start of a Harem

As the elevator descended, I couldn't help but notice the look of pure excitement on Gwen's face. Her hands were trembling with anticipation and I could tell that once we reached our new home, she would want to ravish me immediately.

She just stared at me the whole ride down...

The thought of her devotion to me sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, causing my arousal to surge. The way she looked at me with such desire made my cocks twitch in eager response.

As we entered the lobby we approached MJ’s desk and she gave me a seductive and needy look that would’ve had me bend her over right there if not for her misbehavior earlier today.

As I approach her desk I see footage of Gwen’s office on her screen and MJ is watching a recording of Gwen and I fucking!

MJ's fingers are buried deep within her skirt, pleasuring herself to the sight of us. Her eyes flicker upwards, meeting mine with a lustful glint as she bites down on her lip, a wicked grin spreading across her face despite the flush on her cheeks. She's utterly shameless.

I saunter towards her, my breasts brushing against the top of her head in a teasing manner as I purr into her ear, "You like getting off to your soon-to-be mistress, don't you, you naughty little minx?"

Taken aback, she stammers out an excuse.

"What? No! You're just...fucking irresistible and I can't hold myself back,"

MJ admits with a hint of embarrassment tainting her voice but still trying to justify herself.

A low chuckle escapes me as I lean into her further. "Oh sweetheart," I whisper huskily into her ear before trailing kisses down to the nape of her neck. "You'll learn to submit soon enough... Now cum for me."

Her body convulses in response as an earth-shattering orgasm rips through her at my command. As she quivers in pleasure beneath me, she catches a glimpse of the immense power that now resides within me - a power that will soon have every soul on this planet bending to my will.

MJ recovers after nearly 2 minutes of this insane climax and afterwards looks up at me in amazement and wonder.

"How did you do that?" She gasps, her breath coming in short pants.

"All in good time," I smirk, pulling her up and relishing the feeling of control over her. Like a predator stalking its prey.

"I want you," she whispers, her hands greedily exploring my body with hunger.

I know, but first we must find our new home. Only then can I unleash my full power on you.

Her face lights up with a mixture of seduction and excitement as we leave the office with Gwen, ready to embark on our hunt for the perfect home.

The Hollywood Hills seemed to shimmer in the distance, a glittering oasis of luxury and indulgence. Gwen's eyes sparkled with anticipation, her mind already racing with the endless possibilities that our new home could bring.

We were about 10 min away from the first house, but we weren't alone. Our car was packed full of beautiful women who would soon become mine. Their luscious curves and voluptuous bodies filled the car, sending a rush of excitement through me as I imagined all the fun that awaited us.

With a seductive purr, I look up at Gwen, as she is currently riding my cock and whispered, "Tell me, sweetheart. Which one will you enjoy watching me fuck the most?"

Gwen's cheeks flushed as she considered my question, her eyes darting between the various women before us. Finally, her gaze landed on the curvy brunette next to her... It was Tracer!

On our way Gwen spotted her during my **** on her holes, and we picked her up!

"Her tantalizing charm has always sparked a certain affection within me," I confessed, my voice fading into the silence as I observed her bite her lower lip. Her demure innocence was intertwined with a provocative undertone that was impossible to overlook. "Let's welcome her into our intimate circle," I suggested, the exhilaration of our impending triumph pulsing through me, saturating every part of my existence with an intoxicating sense of dominance and command.

With just a nonchalant wave of my fingers, Tracer's trim figure was adorned in scanty black lingerie, leaving little to the imagination. Her exposed vulnerability against the harsh contrast of the dark material sent a shiver of expectation coursing through me.

In this grand show of supremacy, Gwen yielded once again to the surges of ecstasy rippling through her agile form. Before plunging into her convulsing depths, I cast her a wolfish grin and growled,

"Who do you belong to?"

I plunged my rigid shaft fully into her molten core, her screams of delight echoing through the car.

"Youuuuuuuu, Masterrrrr!!!”

As she climaxed around me, I felt my own release building until it erupted over Gwen's quivering body - marking her with another hot load and reaffirming my ownership over her once more. The sight of Gwen writhing beneath me only added fuel to my desire as I pushed myself deeper inside her. As if on cue, she climaxed yet again; each pulse sending waves of pleasure coursing through us both as I painted her trembling form with another hot load - reasserting my claim over her in the most primal way possible.

"You're next," I purred, turning to the petite redhead sitting beside her.

"I'll enjoy seeing you take her innocence until she only refers to you rightfully as master," Gwen said, her voice a breathy sigh.

"Well then, I won't disappoint." I smirked, conjuring a similar outfit onto MJ.

"Oh my," MJ gasped, her cheeks flushing with color.

"Let's begin," I grinned, trailing a hand along the curve of her hip and admiring her figure.

Quickly, I thought, "Willing **** for Olivia"

Mary Jane gasped, her eyes widening as the sensation hit her.

"O-Olivia," she moaned, her body arching toward me in a seductive invitation.

I trailed a finger along her collarbone, enjoying the sight of her quivering beneath me.

"Who do you belong to?" I demanded, my voice laced with power.

"Y-yo, Yo" she whimpered, almost saying you but still hesitating. "No I am not someone's toy Olivia!" she says.

"You greedy, cock hungry, slut you are not even touching one of my cocks if you can't submit to me!"

"If you haven't learnt that yet, then I will show you what pure beauty and bliss I could truly give you with Tracer." I turn my head and give a sly grin to the busty brunette.

"Yes, please Mistress Olivia, please give me the gift of your cock," Tracer says, practically begging for it.

I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her closer.

"You've got a long way to go before you deserve my cock," I whisper, my lips brushing against hers.

Her body shudders with need, a moan escaping her as I tighten my grip on her.

"Now," I purr, "show me how much you want this."

My words echo throughout the car, sending a shiver down Gwen's spine as she watches the scene unfold.

Tracer's eyes glisten with desire, a low groan rumbling in her chest as her lips capture mine. Her tongue dances with a fiery passion, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"Fuuuck," I gasp, my cocks hardening in response to her touch.

"So good," she moans, her fingers tracing along the length of my shaft.

With a playful grin, I trail kisses along the curve of her jawline and down her neck, savoring the sweet taste of her skin.

"Yes," she cries out, her body quivering with need. "Please, Mistress Olivia. Please, give me your cock."

A throaty laugh escapes me as I grasp her hair and tug her head back, exposing her delicate throat.

"Not yet," I whisper, my teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. You need to suck me off first and admit that you are now mine!

Her moans fill the air, her body writhing in ecstasy as she begs me to continue.

"Please," she gasps, her voice laced with desperation. "I'm yours. Take me. Ruin me. Make me your dirty little whore."

My eyes flash with a dangerous gleam as I contemplate her words.

"Is that what you want, Tracer?" I hiss, my voice heavy with power. "Do you want me to fuck you like a cheap slut?"

Her body shudders in response, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggles to speak.

"Yes," she moans, her eyes fixed on mine. "Please, Mistress Olivia. Please, take me. Use me. Make me yours."

The thrill of her surrender sends a surge of pleasure through me, igniting a fire within my veins that can only be quenched by her submission.

I turn her over and made some similar enhancements I made to Gwen but I wanted to make them even more incredible to tease and punish MJ.

First, I make Tracer have no gag reflex so she can easily deepthroat my massive 12-inch cock, making it a super-easy process and a pleasure to experience. Second, I increase her breast size from an average C-cup to a full DDD, her nipples and areolas becoming a dark, rich brown and very sensitive. Third, I make her a submissive cock ****, eager and willing to do anything for me. And finally, I make her have no limits, meaning that she will always have a 100% success rate in satisfying her master and mistress.

As my power finishes its work, Tracer lets out a cry of ecstasy, her body trembling as the changes take hold. Her breasts swell and grow, her nipples hardening into stiff peaks. A rush of arousal floods her system, leaving her drenched and **** for relief. She moans, her voice thick with need, as she pleads for release.

"Fuck," she groans, her body arching toward me in a sensual invitation. "I need you inside me, Mistress Olivia. Please, fuck me."

"I can't resist such a sweet request," I smirk, trailing a finger along the curve of her jawline. "But first, you must pleasure me."

"Of course, Mistress," she gasps, her breath catching in her throat. "Anything for you."

With a snap of my fingers, my dress is gone, leaving me in nothing but a lacey bra and panties.

"On your knees, slut," I growl, my voice heavy with authority.

"Yes, Mistress," she breathes, her body quivering with anticipation.

The sound of her obedience sends a rush of pleasure through me, igniting a fire within my veins that can only be quenched by her submission.

With a playful grin, I unclip my bra and toss it aside, revealing my firm, supple breasts.

"Now," I purr, "suck on them. Suck until your lungs are screaming for air."

A low groan rumbles in her chest as her lips close around a stiff peak, sucking with an intensity that leaves me breathless.

"Fuck," I gasp, my cocks hardening in response.

"More," I growl, my voice heavy with command.

Her tongue swirls around my sensitive skin, teasing and tormenting me.

"Please, Mistress Olivia," she murmurs, her voice thick with need. "Give me your cock. Let me worship you."

"Only good girls get my cock," I hiss, a dangerous gleam in my eyes. "Now show me what a dirty little slut you are."

Without hesitation, she drops to her knees and begins sucking on my shaft, her lips enveloping me in a warm, wet heat that sends shivers down my spine.

With a throaty groan, I thread my fingers through her hair and pull her closer, driving myself deeper into her throat.

"Fuck," I gasp, my body trembling with pleasure.

"Mmm," she moans, her voice muffled by my cock.

"That's it," I growl, thrusting my hips forward and burying myself to the hilt.

She gags around me, her throat spasming as she struggles to take my length.

"Take it all," I snarl, yanking on her hair and forcing her to swallow every inch.

A rush of power surges through me as I use her body for my pleasure, taking control and dominating her completely.

The feeling is intoxicating.

"Good girl," I purr, praising her for her obedience.

Tears stream down her face, her cheeks flushed as she chokes and gasps for air. I feel a climax coming and get Gwen to quickly stick my other cock in her mouth. I make it so both of them will climax from consuming my cum.

"Fuck," I gasp, my voice trembling with ecstasy.

I shoot the biggest load of my life down Tracer's and Gwen's throats and watch their eyes roll back in pure euphoria. As they orgasm, their entire body's convulse, their cries of pleasure reverberating through the car. The sound sends a thrill of power through me, igniting a fire within my veins that can only be quenched by her submission.

Once I have emptied both my loads down Tracer's and Gwens throat's, they collapse in a heap, completely spent. Their body's shudder, their voices a soft, breathy moan as they writhe in pleasure.

"So," I begin, a wicked smile spreading across my face. "Lets truly begin Tracer as a snap my fingers and make both of them have their energy back"

The words were a sharp slap in the air, punctuated by a gasp of desire. "Who is the master? Who is the bitch? Who is the fucking ****? Say it, Tracer!"

"You are, Mistress Olivia," she moans, her voice trembling with submission. "You're the master, and I'm the willing bitch. You can do whatever you want to me."

A wicked grin spreads across my face as I trail a finger along the curve of her jawline, feeling her body quiver beneath my touch. "Good girl," I purr. "I can see that you're ready for a reward."

"Please, Mistress," she begs, her body writhing with **** need. "Use me. Own me. Make me yours."

I press a single finger to her lips, silencing her pleas. "No need to beg, pet," I say firmly, my voice heavy with authority. "Now, be a good little slut and get on top of me... NOW!"

Her eyes widen with anticipation as she eagerly complies, presenting herself to me with her ass high in the air and her dripping cunt on full display. The scent of her arousal fills the room as she awaits my next command.

"Yes, Mistress," she gasps, her voice thick with desire.

"You want my cock, don't you?" I tease, running a hand over the curve of her hip.

"God yes, please, Mistress Olivia," she whimpers, her body quivering with need.

"Oh, Tracer," I purr, relishing the feeling of control. "You can have both I say with an evil and seductive tone"

"Y-yes, Mistress Olivia," she stammers, her voice laced with desire. "Both, please, both!"

With a throaty laugh, I push her down and thrust into her ass with one cock and pussy with the other, claiming her body and soul as mine.

Her scream of ecstasy fills the air, her body tensing around me as I stretch her wide.

"Fuck," I gasp, my hands gripping her hips with a bruising ****.

"Take it all," I growl, slamming into her with a savage intensity.

The car is filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, her voice a breathy moan as I pound her relentlessly.

"Yes, Mistress Olivia," she cries, her voice trembling with desire. "Fuck me, please!"

"Don't you dare fucking cum before I do," I snarl, my hands gripping her hips with a bruising ****.

"Yes, Mistress," she whimpers, her body quivering around me.

The feeling of her tight cunt wrapped around my shaft is enough to send a wave of pleasure through me, igniting a fire within my veins that can only be sated by her surrender.

I can't help but groan in satisfaction, the sound filling the air as I drive myself deeper into her.

"You're mine, slut," I hiss, my voice laced with authority. "Mine to use. Mine to control."

"Yes, Mistress," she gasps, her breath coming in short pants. "All yours..."

I can't help but smirk at her words, a surge of power rushing through me as I continue to pound her relentlessly.

"That's right," I growl, my hands gripping her hips with a bruising ****.

"I own you," I snarl, my fingers digging into her skin.

"Yes, Mistress," she cries, her body trembling with desire.

With a throaty laugh, I slam into her, my cocks buried deep in her ass and pussy.

"Cum for me," I hiss, my voice heavy with command.

"Yes, Mistress," she moans, her walls clamping down around me.

I let out a low growl as she shudders around me, her body writhing in ecstasy.

"That's right, slut," I snarl, thrusting into her with a savage intensity. "Cum all over my cocks."

My words send her over the edge, her screams of pleasure filling the air as she surrenders to me completely.

I look over and see MJ has a hand in her pants and is biting her lip just gazing at us.

"Fuck," I gasp, her body milking my cocks with each shudder.

"Such a good little slut," I hiss, my hands gripping her hips with a bruising ****.

She collapses in a sweaty heap beneath me, her breath coming in short gasps as she trembles from the intensity of her release.

"So good," she moans, her body spasming around me.

I can't help but smirk at the sight, the power of her surrender filling me with a dark sense of satisfaction.

"And you'll always be mine," I whisper, my fingers digging into her skin.

"Yes, Mistress," she breathes, her eyes meeting mine with a lust-filled gaze.

My voice drips with a dark, twisted desire as I sneer at her.

"You're nothing but a filthy, depraved little whore," I taunt, my fingers gripping her hair tightly.

She gasps in response, her body trembling beneath me.

"But you're my filthy, depraved little whore," I growl possessively, the thrill of dominance coursing through my veins.

Her eyes widen in submission, her body betraying her need for me.

"Say it," I demand, my grip on her hips tightening to the point of pain.

"I'm yours," she whimpers, her words dripping with **** desire.

"Louder," I command, my voice laced with authority.

"I am yours, Mistress Olivia," she screams, her voice echoing through the car.

A deep rumble escapes my lips as I indulge in the power and control over this willing submissive slut. My gaze turns to MJ, who is still pleasuring herself at the scene before her. Walking towards her, my erect cocks press into her chest and she moans in delight.

Leaning in close to her ear, I whisper with an edge of danger.

"You will not come until you are being fucked and not until we are home."

MJ nods eagerly, her body quivering with anticipation and submission.

"Yes, Olivia."

"Good girl," I praise, a surge of pleasure filling me at her obedience.

"Fuck, yes," I growl, my hands gripping Tracers hips with a bruising ****. I press my erect cock against her wet entrance oncemore, teasing her swollen folds before slamming deep inside her. "I own you," I snarl, my fingers digging into her skin.

"Yes, Mistress," she cries out, arching her back as I plunge deeper into her tight heat. Her body trembles with desire, juices dripping down onto my thighs.

With a husky laugh, I pull back and then thrust into her again, my hips meeting hers with a satisfying smack. She gasps and moans as both of my hard cocks fill her at once, stretching her in ways she didn't know possible. "Cum for me," I hiss through gritted teeth, my voice dripping with dominance as I expertly angle my hips to hit her G-spot repeatedly.

Tracer's body writhes in **** anticipation, each deep plunge of my cock eliciting a shudder that ripples through her voluptuous form. Each thrust I deliver into her is met with an ecstatic burst from her, a surge of pleasure so intense it threatens to consume us both. Her voice rings out in the car, breathy and laced with raw desire, "No one could ever compare to you, Mistress," she gasps between moans.

Her body greedily takes all I give her, every stroke sending waves of pleasure radiating through her. The sensation is intoxicating, unlike anything I've ever known - pure debauched bliss that drowns out everything else. As I drive myself deeper inside her, she erupts again and again in a symphony of ecstasy that leaves us both gasping for breath.

"Please," she begs amidst the throes of passion, "Ruin me even more." Her plea echoes in the car as we lose ourselves completely to the overwhelming carnal pleasure coursing through our entwined bodies.

Once I was finished with Tracer I snapped my fingers and cleaned up all the cum and put their clothes back on them. I also changed Tracer’s outfit to be a revealing black one-piece.

Gwen looked over at me and asked, "Are you finished with her already?"

"I am, but don't worry I have much more fun in store for you two."

Stalking towards Gwen, I grab her chin forcefully and yank it up to meet my steely gaze.

"Did you find pleasure in the spectacle, my little plaything?" I growl.

"Yes, Master Olivia," Gwen responds, her voice trembling with fear.

"Well, you better have because we are far from finished," I sneer as a sadistic smile spreads across my lips.

We pulled up to the first house and it was huge! There was a gate in front of it and everything.

"Here's the first place I have for us," Gwen says as we pull into the driveway.