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Mind Over Management

By: SEVERUSMAX



When I told my supervisor to "kiss my ass", I didn't mean her to take it so literally, but I wasn't about to complain, as her soft, cool lips were planted on my buttocks. I couldn't believe it and thought that this was payback through some kind of tease. I decided to prove it and catch her in the act. 

"Oh, playing it that way, are we? Well, since you're doing as I say, suck my cock...," I started to taunt Jen, calling her bluff. 

I didn't make it past the words "suck my cock" before my boss was on her knees in front of everyone, putting her mouth around my dick and giving me no mean blow-job. I damn near came right then, and certainly my skin felt an incredible shiver as she serviced me orally in public. I naturally wondered if we would get fired, but right then, it was hard to think that much about it. I did my best not to cum down her throat, but it wasn't easy. 

It was now apparent what had transpired. For some bizarre, mysterious reason, my every word was Jen's command and she had no choice but to do as I said. If I told her to jump off a cliff, she would do so, without stopping to think about anything at all. As it dawned on me the power that I now held over Jen, I decided rather easily that this was too much of a gift to question. I wasn't going to pass up complete domination over my boss, especially given how hot she was. 

I led Jen to the break room, where I told her, "Remove your shoes and slacks."

She obeyed me so unflinchingly it made me think that she didn't resent this at all. On some level, she seemed to view this as natural, for her to simply do what she was told by her subordinate, me in this case. I now craved a good fuck, and I wasn't about to leave without getting it. If this was my last day here, I would make it worth my while. It didn't occur to me to worry about being kicked out of the building for some reason, so I carried out my fantasies about Jen at last. 

"Slide down your panties and bend over that counter," I commanded her, and she exposed her sweet booty to me as if this was an everyday occurrence. 

"Spread your cheeks and play with your pussy." 

Jen started frantically stroking herself, evidently feeling some heat as she rubbed her clit and pussy lips. She didn't bother to resist as I added my own fingers to the equation, toying with her cunt and doing my best to make her purr like a satiated cat. In minutes, my right hand was buried in Jen's pussy and my left hand assisted hers in pleasing her clit. 

When Jen was good and soaked for me, I then freed my dick again and slipped it easily into her cunt. It was a splendid, silky, slippery hole and more than excited me, forcing me to take extra care not to cum just yet. I went through her pussy like my cock was a knife and her slit was butter. She started cussing and squealing as she became suddenly stiff and taut, her skin changing to a shade of hot pink as she tightened up on my dick. 

After that, my cock spurted a rather substantial load into Jen's cunt and I withdrew from her deep gash as my dick shrunk rather abruptly. I pulled my pants up and looked at the babe in front of me, swatting her on the tush, and starting to walk away. 

That was when I saw security. They were obviously there to escort me from the building, as I was apparently fired. Then again, so was Jen, most likely. The store manager was there, too, so I walked up to him and acted rather like an unjustly punished worker, which I was. 

"Look, Mac. I didn't ask for this to happen, any more than Jen did. For some reason, she can't say no to me. I have a hard time turning down free tail, for my part. I doubt that you would act any differently. Besides, what if this is her problem, not mine? I don't want to risk having some jackass use it against her. Do you?" I protested our impending termination. 

"You shouldn't fire me. You should promote me. Hell, she has to take maternity leave soon, anyway. Someone will need to be promoted soon for that," I noted Jen's condition (yes, I fucked a pregnant babe). 

"Alright, Jack. You win. You're a supervisor now. Just keep it in your pants at work from now on," Mac flinched suddenly, yielding when he didn't expect to give up. 

That was when I realized that my power wasn't limited to Jen. I could tell more than one person what to do. I could get used to this, very much so. I would get the unfettered access to her cunt and ass, plus others, whenever I wished. I could accept being an instant dad if I could fuck the mom regularly. Yeah, I would get a lot of pleasure out of this. 

"Actually, I'm pretty sure that I won't keep it in my pants, boss man. Since this power affects more than just her, I have to test its limits and see what I can do with it, in the interests of science, of course. However, so as not to leave you out of the loop, go ahead and fuck her, too. I can tell that you're jealous. No need to be. I will fuck around as I please and there is no reason to cock block you, either," I told Mac, even as I saw him slide his hard cock inside Jen while I spoke. 

He didn't take long to cum at all, given the excitement of fucking Jen, and that was when I turned to the security guys, seeing my opportunity. 

"Guys, if you want turns with Jen, just say so. Jen, you're willing to pleasure them, aren't you?" I demanded. 

"Of course, I am, sir. I do as you say. I am yours now," she smiled, not at all upset about being asked to let a few more guys screw her in front of everyone. 

I had to admit, while I am not typically turned on by watching a girl take on other men, it was sexy to see how lustful and enthusiastic Jen turned out to be. For some reason, when I gave her an order, she didn't just obey me, but also enjoyed doing so. The very fact of submission to my will was a turn-on for her, or so it seemed to me. Getting reamed like that didn't hurt, either. I was just glad that she wasn't so far along in her pregnancy that it would endanger her baby. 

By the time that the guys finished fucking Jen, she had quite a messy cunt leaking cum down her thighs and calves to her feet. Her pussy was sore as well, that much was clear. Still, she seemed thrilled to have pleased me and serviced those men. She even gave me a steamy French kiss. 

"Don't bother to put your pants or panties back on. I don't expect any trouble for your naked ass just now, do you? I think that we can more than get away with it. I want you to finish working today just like you are, with a bare, hairless pussy filled with and spilling lots of hot cum. I also want it clear that I meant what I said. I will be fucking around, too, especially now that I know that my powers work on more than just one person. You're not a fluke, it seems. You're not to object to or complaint about the other girls. I have every right to screw around. 

"Anyway, if a guy is turned on by your messy hole and wants to stick his dick in there, let him. Don't argue, complain, resist, or object to it. Just let him fuck you, whomever he is. Fuck anyone who even hints that he wants to get laid. I want to see you come home with me tonight, your cunt soaked in men's cum.....lots of it. You're gonna be a slut for all of your customers today," I instructed Jen, getting a kick out of controlling her sex life and making her put out for those men she normally teased. 

It wasn't long before Jen was the most popular woman in the store, with men lining up for first and second helpings of her sweet pussy. Naturally, I took full advantage of the men's distraction to go after Cheryl, the sexy blonde cashier who often worked next to me. My technique was simple. I walked up to Cheryl, slipped her some tongue in a wild and passionate kiss, and started to unzip her pants. She took the hint and proved that even my non-verbal commands had power over their minds by pulling her own slacks down to her ankles and bending over the sales counter in front of the whole store. I took a pair of scissors and used them to snip her panties off, so I could see her lovely ass. 

Cheryl's response was so similar to Jen's that I now had no doubt that I had some kind of magical hold over her emotions as well as her thoughts. I just wasn't sure how I did that. In seconds, I was balls deep in Cheryl's pussy, fucking her with as much zeal as I used with Jen. My cock had more time left now, due to having already cum once. I could relax and fuck her as leisurely as I wished, and did I ever. I took my time plowing Cheryl to my heart's content, making her moan with delight as I had my way with her. 

At long last, however, I couldn't hold back and I exploded inside Cheryl's cunt. I withdrew, pulled up my dress pants, and leaned over to take off her shoes and finish removing her slacks. I wanted her naked from the waist down as well. This gave me my favorite view, that of her delicious ass. I saw no reason to deprive myself or any other man of the wonderful sight of her naked bottom. 

It turned out that my instincts were right in every way. Sales far exceeded projections for that day, due to guys so eager to fuck Jen and Cheryl (I let her participate shortly) that they would sell their souls if they had to in order to get such fine pieces of ass. How often did such a chance come and go, after all? They were eager enough that they didn't give a damn about how messy the cunts were, just as long as they got laid. The manager and others who expected bad sales would have to eat crow this time. 

I gave myself a little time to recover before I made my final move of the day. Jamie was not known for wearing makeup, but she had a nice tush and a flirtatious nature, so who cared about cosmetics? Despite her tomboyish ways, I wanted to fuck her. Then again, a tomboy now and then is not such a bad thing in the first place. 

I wasn't exactly subtle with Jamie. I dragged her into the men's room, bent her over the faucets, yanked down her pants and undies, and found liquid soap to use as lube. Then I eased my cock into her asshole, moving past the anal ring to invade her deepest part. Far from resisting me, Jamie pushed back at my cock with her hips and buns to welcome me further inside her ass. I hadn't buggered a woman in a good while, so I was rather excited, but I tried my hardest to avoid cumming just yet. 

Jamie really got into the act, moaning and begging me to fuck her harder up the ass. She seemed to want a lot more in her butt and I gave it to her as much as I could. I soon found myself so focused on butt-fucking Jamie that I didn't notice that we had company. I just kept pounding her asshole until she finally came from taking it up the ass, and then I spilled my load into her back door. I slipped out of Jamie's tush and wet a paper towel with soap and water to wipe my dick with it. 

That was when I learned that I had company. Unsolicited, Jessica knelt in front of me to suck my now clean cock back to semi-erect status. The look on her face indicated that she intended to get more of what my dick had to offer. To help that along, she grabbed Jamie's cheeks and spread them so that she could lick my cum as it leaked from her delightful bottom. In the process, she prompted a second climax for Jamie, who evidently loved being rimmed. 

Jamie then got up and yanked down Jessica's flannel, pajama-like pants to reveal that she went commando. 

"You want to go a round? Let's do it. Spread that ass of yours and let me eat it until you cum harder than I did. Make Jack want to fuck you into next week. He needs to get stiff again and this will do it, I think. That will teach you to lick my ass just so you can taste his cum. Thank you, by the way. Between you guys, I've just had two serious orgasms back to back. I love it when folks are rough with me. Aggressive and dominant, that's how I love both guys and gals. I also like to be that way sometimes, too, as you can see now," Jamie announced before she started rimming Jessica so hungrily that one would think that she was eating soft serve. 

Jamie was right. This scene so turned me on that I felt my sore cock get hard again in spite of the discomfort. I wanted Jessica's sweet, tanned ass fiercely and I soon tapped Jamie on the shoulder to gesture that I was ready to sodomize it. At that point, Jamie started licking my cock as it entered Jessica's butt-hole and began vigorously fucking it. She then began rimming her right above the hole, increasing the excitement as the threesome continued. 

Jessica apparently couldn't hold out after that, as her breathing indicated. She squirted as I fucked her tight ass, and this simply was too much for me as well. I shot out the last contents of my balls into her booty, though I didn't slide my cock out until I softened a bit. Then I wiped my very sore dick again and pulled up my pants to let them know that I was done for now. Then Jamie cleaned up my mess from Jessica's ass, sharing the cream with her afterward in a searing French kiss. 

"I can see what to expect from you gals now. If you'll excuse me, it's time to clock out. I'm done raising company morale for the day," I smiled at them as I walked out of the men's room and they followed me. 

Catching up with Jen and Cheryl, I told them, "Girls, the five of us are gonna get some drive-through, go to my place, eat our fill, and then fuck like bunnies. First, however, we're clocking out for the day. As far as I can tell, I have a good start on a splendid harem and I intend to make full use of it. That's just the start of things. Come with me. I'll explain it to you as we go."

Judging from their snickers and giggles, they were all still very much my sluts. Whatever spell I had accidentally cast on them, it still worked and that was very good news. Who knew, with this kind of power, I could rule the world? 

That certainly didn't sound like such a bad idea...

Mind Over Management Ch. 02



I woke up rather sore, especially between my legs, but I didn't take long to realize why, of course. Jen's slit was slick with my cum as she rubbed it against my thighs and she smothered my face and body with enthusiastic kisses. I kissed her back rather dreamily and drowsily, as I wasn't fully awake just yet. She covered me with yet more kisses, going out of her way to get her lips and tongue on my body.

Suddenly, however, my full bladder brought me completely back to consciousness.

"I need to piss, Jen. Let me get up and do that," I instructed my former supervisor, who then got out of my way, but started making wolf whistles at me as I headed to the john.

Jen wasn't content to whistle for much longer. I started up the shower, and before I knew it, she was right in there with me. Her lips touched mine and I felt the electric chemistry that exuded from her, the vibes of raw lust that apparently demanded that she fuck me into next week. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones or something, but she was one horny slut right then.

"Wow, you didn't have any Spanish fly or something, did you?" I teased Jen, as she lathered me up with soap without being told and took every chance to fondle my flesh.

"Nope, but I am knocked up and Garth used to fuck me like crazy until my belly grossed him out. When you claimed me, that transferred all of my lust to you, and there is a hell of a lot of that from my end. I've never been preggers before, but I suspect that this is going to be my normal reaction. I'm almost always a horny bitch. When he dumped me, it was triggered because I wanted to drain his balls and he couldn't get it up for me, so he had to confess that I repulsed him. Apparently, I don't have the same effect on you, thank God," Jen admitted as I washed her sweet, smooth skin.

"Babe, there is nothing ugly about you. Nothing gross. Nothing revolting or repulsive at all. You are one thousand percent drop dead gorgeous and the belly is sexy as hell. Nothing like that for the ultimate proof of fertility in a woman.

"I can see, however, that I am wise to share you, because I have three other women to satisfy as well and I could use the help with one deliciously horny pregnant lady in my harem. Even the horniest bastard like me has a breather between hard-ons, you know, to let blood reach other parts of his body and permit him to function. Still, I appreciate your enthusiasm, and as the other ladies aren't around right now, I won't be slighting them if you get the encore when it happens," I half-seriously teased my sexy, Goth ex-boss.

The truth was that the other women were just as involved in pushing me to my limits, not that I minded. It motivated me to get into better physical shape so that I could improve my circulation and get it up sooner. Since my eating habits weren't going to budge, that left major physical exercise, though ironically some of the best cardio proved to be frequent sex, so the more I fucked, the more I was able to fuck. Of course, given the way that the ladies at the gym looked at me, I began to wonder if perhaps I was being hunted for my meat, in a manner of speaking.

So far, I still had the same four ladies, but Cheryl, Jamie, and Jessica all had to work that morning, so it was just Jen and me right then. Cheryl was notorious for wanting her tits fucked prior to my going in her other holes, but she wasn't too particular about which hole it was afterward, as long as her tits got my cock between them for a little. She came every time that I did that, so I had no objection to obliging her, as I wanted my women to get off. She didn't even mind if I came on her tits and then had to work back up for another round in her pussy, mouth, or ass. In fact, she went wild whenever my cream hit her bosom and she often scooped it with her fingers to lick it off.

Jamie and Jessica were as much into each other as into me. I suppose that this was due to that first encounter in the men's room, because Jamie would always grab me whenever she wanted me and before I knew it, Jessica was right there to help satisfy me. They were a team from that day one, whether it was for anal, oral, or vaginal sex, but they always wanted whatever each other had. If I pounded Jamie's cunt, that's where Jess wanted it, too. If I went for the mouth, they would kneel together and suck me off as a team. If I fucked Jess in the ass, Jamie insisted on being next for sodomy. They just naturally did everything sexually together. It had become their thing, in addition to eating each other out, which I'm convinced that they also did at work at times, though probably on their lunch breaks. They even convinced me to order Mac to give them their lunches at the same time, much to his annoyance at following that command.

Jen was different. She wanted it early in the morning, late at night, at any point of the day, it didn't matter as long as she got fucked thoroughly. She tended to prefer it in the pussy, but she was willing to take it in the ass to get fucked a second or third time. When she was horny, one round, one load, just wouldn't do. She wanted a sexual marathon, and so at times, in order to be fair to her and the other girls (if they were around), I would command my buddies to fuck Jen as well, or I would have one or more of the ladies wear the new strap-on I bought them and use it on Jen. Since I wasn't the jealous type, and I wanted a decent harem for the quantity and variety like any red-blooded male, it was a small price to pay for Jen's satisfaction.

In spite of the extra effort, I found myself increasingly rising to the occasion, so to speak, improving my stamina, and feeling more confident in my ability to satisfy a bevy of concubines, which was frankly what these women were. I kept them around regularly, fucked them consistently, spent time with each of them, and so I thought of them as a lot more than just flings, casual partners, or friends with benefits. I basically had four girlfriends, and I faced up to that fact a little more every day.

At the moment, the girl in front of me most occupied my thoughts, as I caressed her silky skin and gave her repeated French kisses with the ardor that replaced the previous feelings of mutual dislike that we once had for each other. It was hard to remember at times that this all started when I became so aggravated at Jen that I told her to kiss my ass. Her reaction to that shocked the hell out of me and led to my discovery that she was now my plaything. Since then, she had become my most enthusiastic lover.

Our first encounter had some elements of a grudge-fuck from my end, but not from hers, as it turned out, and by the second or third, Jen showed not even a trace of her old hostility. Instead, she was much more about love and lust, and she wasn't embarrassed to let me know it. I had become "Master" to her, which suggested to me that she had deep, hidden needs and desires to submit to a man that I had somehow awakened and brought to the surface.

"Master, can we fuck again now?" Jen interrupted my inner thoughts, not that I minded, of course.

"Absolutely," I smiled as I dried her off and led the very naked, very sensual woman back to bed.

"Doggie-style, this time. I want to see your fine ass and that tramp stamp of yours," I told Jen, playfully spanking her tush as she got into position for me.

"Yeah, fuck me like the bitch I am!" Jen surprised me by saying.

"You're a bitch now?" I asked her in astonishment as I fingered her pussy first to prep the way for my dick.

"Damn straight, honey. I'm your bitch and I'm in serious heat!" she stunned me by admitting so frankly.

"A pity that your tattoos don't include my name. Guess we'll have to fix that, won't we?" I said as I noted her ex's initials on the back of her neck, covered only when her hair came down.

"Honey, put your name on my body, wherever you wish! I want you to claim me, openly, make it clear that I'm your slut! You should mark us all, Jamie, Jess, Cheryl, and me! Tattoo your sluts, all four of us!" Jen then trailed off as her breathing became heavier from my vigorous thrusts into her cunt.

"Well, you're a goddess, so if you're my slut, does that make me a god?" I teased her a little, but she took it well, pushing back at me with the energy that belied her pregnant state.

"I'm a goddess? You think that I'm that sexy, that pretty?" she finally managed to say, as I pushed back into her juicy twat.

"A Goth goddess, sure, but very much a nymph among mortals," I waxed eloquent in spite of my growing excitement and the urge to cum, but then I had to stop speaking, because that was a mouthful in my present condition.

Jen's response was to practically turn into a beet with her redness. Her whole body tensed up, changed color, released extra juices, and she accidentally wet herself, much to her later embarrassment. I decided to simply wash off later and not worry about it. She was pregnant, her whole body was treating her like a punching bag, so I could cut her a little slack. At any rate, she came hard and squeezed my cock until she forced out every last dollop of my cum from my balls. I almost wondered for a second if she was going to cut off the blood flow to my dick and make it fall off, she tightened up so much.

When Jen came back to Earth, she realized that she had pissed on the sheets and even got a little on me. She looked at me rather nervously, fearing my possible wrath. I pulled her up, kissed her mouth with plenty of tongue, and then took the sheets off the bed. I soaked a washcloth and used it on both of us, very gently, as her cunt was rather sensitive right then from at least two fucks (though I wouldn't have put it past Jen to have ridden me in my sleep three or four times if she had the chance).

"Sorry, Master. It just happened. I didn't mean to do it... it just happened," Jen mumbled, a bit unlike her usual confident self.

"Hey, now, don't let it get you down. It was easily fixed and that sheet was a little ripe, anyway. I just needed a swift kick in the ass to motivate me to wash it. You gave me that. It's cool, we're cool, okay?" I kissed Jen on the lips very gently this time.

"Thank you, Master. Garth used to get so angry whenever I would do that, but my bladder gets full at times and harder to control with this pregnancy, you know. I tried to explain it to him, but it was another reason we broke up. He was disgusted with me, with that, with the belly, the late night cravings, the incredible horniness, and the morning sickness, which tends to actually hit me in the afternoon instead of mornings," Jen explained.

"Yeah, I've noticed," I winked at her, "hey now, this is normal. You're a pregnant woman, getting farther along then you were when we first met. You have different needs from other women. My sister was like this with her pregancy. It's okay. Not that I fucked her, though once when she was really desperate, she tried to fuck me. I didn't do it, because she was married and just out of her mind with desire. She would have regretted it, or so I told myself."

"So, her being your sister wasn't the issue, just her being married, huh?" Jen teased me, recovering quickly.

"Yes, and by the way, you don't have to call me 'Master' all the time. You really don't, though I admit that it turns me on. You can use my name, you know. Anyway, yes, that was the issue. Incest doesn't really bother me. Sorry to shock you, but it doesn't. I think that it's hot, actually. I don't believe in monogamy, either. However, once a person has agreed to practice it, they should keep their word or have the honesty to admit to their partner that it isn't going to work anymore, so that their partner can decide whether to stay with them on the basis of a new understanding. I didn't feel right, since her husband was faithful to her, helping her step out on him. I wonder if other guys got the same offer, though, and took it eagerly," I explained.

"Well, you're an honorable man, Master. I know that I don't have to call you that, but I want to do so. Please don't forbid me to call you that. You're my Master, as far as I am concerned. Garth didn't get it. He thought that it was only a game and he would get embarrassed when I called him Master in front of others. I guess that he didn't want others to know about the kink that he was fine with enjoying in private. He must not have wanted it public, but I wanted it public and I still do. I want to openly belong to a man, be his private property, for whatever he wants to do with me. Anyway, since it turns you on, why not let me use it on you?" Jen encouraged me.

"Oh, I don't mind. I just didn't want you to feel required to call me Master. I'd rather it was by choice, not from a sense of obligation, if you get my meaning. If you want to call me Master, go right ahead, slave," I teased her a little more, prompting a very wet kiss on the lips from my new, now rather willing plaything.

"Honey, the moment that you told me to kiss your ass, I haven't had a damn choice about anything anymore, so please don't worry about that. I don't mind. It's been liberating for me in a strange way. I have a theory as to why your ability works on so many people. It's simple... you speak to the subconscious, submissive part of their psyche and you have a sudden power to command that in them, to bring it to the surface. Of course, if that's true, then there are a lot more kinky people than care to admit to it, Master," Jen declared.

"Who knows, maybe you're right. You're one smart gal, that's for sure," I smiled as I kissed her ardently, prompted by my growing fondness for this saucy Goth partner of mine.

"Hey, I'm submissive, not stupid, Master. I'm a gamer geek, remember?" Jen replied as she wrapped her body around me for a more intense make-out session.

"So I can see, sweet cheeks," I answered, seizing the chance to fondle her smooth buns.

"You like my ass, don't you, Master? My legs, too. I can tell. A pity my tits are so small, but my ass isn't bad, or so I've been told, and you seem to reinforce that. My legs seem to be my best asset, though, am I right?" Jen shocked me with her realistic self-appraisal.

"Hey, I have nothing against your tits. Small, yes, but very nice nonetheless. Your ass is also smaller than some, but shaped very well. Your hips are fine, if not as wide as you'd probably like. Still, they're definitely not guy hips, or anything like that. But, yeah, those legs of yours... God, they are outstanding! It's just how you're built. Nothing wrong with that. Tall, elegant, and slim. It's not universal, not meant for every woman, but it suits you well. Nothing wrong with other shapes, either. I like the variety myself, the smorgasbord of female body types, you see. But, yeah, you're a goddess... a geeky, Goth goddess. Sex on legs," I elaborated a little, and Jen responded by pushing me back on the bare mattress to attack me.

Once again, Jen was top of me, kissing my face, my neck, and even my chest. She put her hands around my waist and continued to move down my body, kissing along a path to my groin. She winked at me and then started putting my balls in her mouth one at a time, sucking a little on each and then swapping it out for the other. My cock, in spite of servicing this Goth lady twice in one morning (at least), now began to rise again of its own accord. The greedy bastard evidently couldn't get enough of this kind of attention from my leggy slut.

"Well, well, it looks like someone has come back to life! You're getting more stamina than you used to have. You can bounce back a lot faster than you did. Just know that you're not getting a free pass for a month or two while my pussy recovers from giving birth. Oh, hell, no! I still have a mouth, an ass, and a pair of hands that will gladly service your needs. Hell, you can dry hump the outside of my tush if you'd like! I suspect that you'd enjoy that a lot, given how much often I've noticed you pressing your hard-on between my buns while I pretend to sleep. Yeah, I've done that now and then to see what you'd do to me. It's been quite a revelation, I confess," Jen announced to my surprise.

"Guilty as charged, but then you have such smooth, sensual skin, it's like silk to the touch. Very hot. In fact, I don't know if you were aware, but I came on your lower back twice and then cleaned it off your tattoo," I smiled as Jen now kissed and licked the head of my cock.

"Well, of course, I noted that, Master. It was such a turn-on that I came silently both times. My toes even curled. If you ever see that, you can know that I'm cumming, but with a soft, silent orgasm. Didn't you notice how wet I was later when you fucked me?

"By the way, I hope you didn't dry hump me just because you were hesitant to screw my ass while I slept. You're my Master. You don't need to ask permission to sodomize me. Sure, I'll wake up, but I'll wake up one grateful slut if you do. I know that I like it in the pussy best, but anal is really growing on me, too, ever since you took my virgin bottom. It's an acquired taste, but I think that I'm beginning to acquire it. I've even begun to clean myself out so that you'll always be free of that worry when fucking my ass.

"Also, I should hope that it's a given that whenever you want to fuck my pussy or mouth, that's never off-limits to you, even while I sleep. God knows I've mounted you in your sleep more than I care to confess. I guess that I'm just one hell of a horny bitch, especially of late. I like cock inside me, outside of me, rubbing me, stretching me... I just plain love cock. That's the other reason that I like to go naked at home, besides how great it feels. I can't wait for you to tattoo your name onto my body and have any guests that we have see it there. Where would you put it?" Jen encouraged me as she licked the base of my dick.

"Damn, girl, you know how to make a hard-on even harder! Well, once you're safely delivered and it's no danger to anyone's health, we'll get your sweet ass tattooed with my name. How does that sound?" I proposed.

"It sounds wonderful, but I can have them phrase it as 'Jack was here'? That way, if Garth should happen to visit, he'll see that you went boldly where no man has gone before. I'd love for that thought to torture him, at least for a few months, if not longer. I was on the verge of giving up my ass to him, if he had kept me around, but he will never have it now, unless you order me to give it up to him. Personally, I hope that you don't. I don't mind ex sex so much, but I don't think that he should have a hole that he missed out on because he dumped me after knocking me up," Jen added, before then sucking my cock as far into her mouth as she could get it.

"Actually, I do mind ex sex, at least where he is concerned. You are forbidden to actually have sex with Garth, your ex-boyfriend, under any circumstances where such acts are not necessary to your survival and that of your child. I mean, if he rapes you, don't resist if it will put your life at risk. Still, I command you to tease him as much as you wish. I want him leaving my apartment if he ever dares to show his face with a serious case of blue balls from being tantalized by what used to be his but is now mine, namely you," I instructed Jen, knowing that she'd comply in all ways because she was unable to disobey me... my powers were still very effective with her as with all others, even if I didn't need them with her anymore most of the time.

"Well, you know that I will always obey your commands. Very smart of you, Master. Poor old Garth will have no choice but to deal with the cock teasing if he wants to visit for whatever reason. I must admit that I will enjoy every second of making him squirm. This was his booty, but now it's yours.

"Hey, any chance that we could tie the knot, you and I? Don't worry, I have no designs to drive out the other women. They're rather sweet, even delicious at times... I love all three of them. I really do. Still, I want my daughter to be yours. All others that I have will be clearly yours, as will any from the other girls. The only legal way for you be the father and not him, is for me to marry you and then she'd be your stepdaughter, at least. Maybe adopted daughter if I could persuade Numb Nuts to sign away his parental rights. I trust you, want you to help me raise her," Jen unwittingly revealed the sex as she stopped what she did just long enough to ask me that favor.




Mind Over Management Ch. 02



"Leave the persuasion up to me, dear. You know how it works with me. I will command Garth to sign away his legal rights, and yes, I will marry you on those terms. I'm not worried about the other ladies because you know that you have to share me, anyway. That's never going to change. The other ladies will accept it because I will make it clear that this is not negotiable. How does that grab you, honey?" I used endearments more freely than I used to with her.

Then I stopped in my tracks...

"Did you say daughter? You know the sex?" I asked Jen, who was about suck my dick some more, but stopped short just to answer me.

"Oops, sorry, should have told you sooner. But, yes, it's a girl. I'm the mother of an unborn daughter now. So, does that make me an official MILF yet, Master?" Jen teased me a little more.

"Damn straight, you're a MILF, you saucy slut, now finish sucking my cock!" I commanded her, quite desperate to get her started again now that she had been distracted.

From the look on Jen's face, she didn't mind at all. She went back to work on my dick, licking me all over again from head to base, and then resuming her service to my balls, before going back to the cock again. She deep-throated my dick so hungrily a neutral observer might thought that it was her snack.

So worked up was I that I couldn't help but cum down Jen's throat this time, due to the sheer sensuality of the way that she sucked and licked my dick. She even licked my taint and sucked my balls a little more, which made it even tougher for me to resist my release.

Far from getting upset, Jen smiled and whispered, "That was my doing. I sort of wanted to swallow at least one load from you today. I figured that I could also take care of some business in the process, thus making you horny enough to not care and finally send your spunk down my gullet, which you did. Yummy, too. I'll have to be sure to suck you off more often. Don't worry, it won't harm the baby."

"That was my worry, yes. I didn't know if it was safe for mothers to suck down cum while pregnant . Good to know. Guess we can do this more often, then," I smiled as she gave me a snowball kiss.

I didn't mind that, either. It was a little salty, but I could see why Jen enjoyed tasting it. The fact that I was willing to kiss her afterward was enough of a surprise that Jen began kissing me in earnest again. She also snuggled up to me, not ready to get up for the day just yet, it being a Saturday.

"You know, Garth never wanted a snowball from me, but you seem comfortable with a lot of things that he didn't like. I definitely traded up, even if the initial decision wasn't up to me. Sorry if I talk about him a lot. It still hurts and I think that at times I took it out on you, though I hope you don't mind my saying that I don't regret it. If I hadn't taken it out on you, been such a bitchy boss, you wouldn't have taken over and dominated me. I love being your slut, so I don't regret a damn thing," Jen confessed sleepily as we held each other and drifted off to our respective dreams.

The absence of sheets didn't matter at all... we were comfortable as hell in each other's arms.



Mind Over Management Ch. 03



I got home from work that Sunday to find that we had company. Garth, Jen's ex-boyfriend, was there, and he sat on my fucking loveseat as if he owned the damn thing. Clearly, the girls were a little too nervous to tell him off, or perhaps they didn't realize how I felt about the loveseat. The sofa was one thing, but the loveseat was off-limits to the likes of him forever. 

I was frankly furious. I was done with this jackal and I wanted him out of Jen's life, and the rest of our lives to boot, permanently. I didn't want him involved in raising the girl. I wanted him gone, period. Not troubling the rest of us at all, that kind of gone was what I wanted from him. I also wanted to perhaps teach him a major lesson that might guide his future conduct for the better. 

"Garth, what the fuck are you doing in my apartment?" I demanded rather angrily indeed. 

"Visiting my ex, the mother of my unborn daughter. Did you know that she's having a girl?" Garth sneered, not taking the hint that could spare him his comeuppance. 

"As a matter of fact, Garth, I am well aware of my daughter. My daughter, Garth, not yours. She's gonna be my little girl, my firstborn, the apple of my eye. Daddy's girl. Daddy is me, not you. You're out of the game, Bubba. You failed the test, and now I get to raise this little angel myself. I get the honor of being her father, of being the one who walks her down the aisle someday," I was getting good at this, somewhat embellishing, as I didn't know what the future had in store for the little one, but I wanted to play up his fears. 

"Hey, I know that I'm just a guest here, but that's my granddaughter you're talking about," another voice spoke up, coming from the front door as it closed. 

"Sorry, do I know you?" I asked the woman who walked inside, a tanned, toned woman who looked to be about 40, but from the way she talked should be closer to 50. 

"That's Garth's mother, Pamela. She wanted the baby more than Garth did, I think," Jen informed. 

"Well, Pamela, sorry to have to break it to you, but Jen is the mother and she wants me to raise her daughter. It would be different if your son had treated Jen better, but instead he lost interest in her the moment she started to show. She has confided in me that she wants me to raise the kid, to be its father. Garth doesn't seem all that interested in the baby, or at least he didn't until now. That wouldn't be your doing, would it?" I explained to Pamela, though I honestly felt bad for her, who clearly wanted a granddaughter. 

"Well, I have been upset with Garth for just dumping Jen and forgetting the baby's existence. He hasn't asked my input on the whole situation, and I think that I know why now. Garth, are you afraid of fatherhood? This is your baby. Step up. I'd like to know my granddaughter. I get that you don't find Jen attractive anymore, though if you ever plan to start a family, you need to grow a pair and not be so squeamish. Pregnant girls are gonna be horny. I know that I was. 

"Jen, is there no way that I can change your mind? I know that I don't have much of a leg to stand on, since my son has been such a selfish pig, but he's not all bad, once he's straightened up and flown right. He should have married you already. I mean, goodness look at you, you're a gorgeous young woman! I'm very sorry that my son has acted like this, but that's why I've been trying to get him to man up and face what he is now...a father. I admit that I have an ulterior motive, though, of becoming a grandmother," Pamela urged both Jen and Garth. 

"Sorry, Pamela, but...it's just not gonna work out. I don't have the time to wait for your son to get his head screwed on straight. I need a man now who wants this baby to be his, who will love and care for it as his own. Master, sorry, Jack is eager to be the Daddy. He wants to raise the girl. That's what I need in the baby's father. Enthusiasm. Unconditional love. He loves the child as his own already. I can tell. Maybe this can be a lesson to Garth that will shake him up and get him to rethink his life. God, I hope so. He can be a great guy if he grows up a little more, gets out of Never Neverland," Jen broke to Garth's mom. 

"I see...Master, is it? What kind of man claims that sort of exalted title, an egotist? A narcissist? Jack, is it? I don't care what sort of deal you have with Jen and these other three ladies, whom I can only guess from looking at them are your other girlfriends. You have a little harem deal going on, I get it. You're a patriarchal misogynist who wants several wives, and is willing to raise another man's kid to have them. I don't care, as long as you let me have the baby. I'll adopt it, if Garth doesn't want it. She can be his sister instead of his daughter. Please, don't shut me out of the child's life!" Pamela begged us. 

"Oh, Mom, let it go! The game is up. Jen doesn't want me to raise the kid and that's fine with me! How do I even know if it's truly mine? Who else has the slut been fucking, anyway? She's such a hussy, even has a tramp stamp on her lower back. It could be anyone's baby, though I assumed that it was mine because she told me so. Do you really want to raise some dude's baby when it might not even be your grandchild?" Garth rose to leave. 

"Not so fast, cowboy! You just insulted Jen! I will not let that one go by without some sort of consequence! How dare you imply that Jen cheated on you! She never did. Sure, we have a polyamorous relationship right now, but when you two were steady, she was loyal as they get. Now, apologize to Jen for calling her a tramp!" I demanded of Garth. 

"As for me, Pamela, no, I don't hate women. I love these ladies. They love me. Jen's just kinky that way and I'm rather kinky myself, so I don't mind her calling me 'Master' instead of Jack. I don't hit or hurt these ladies, just spank Jen from time to time when she and I both want it," I turned to Pamela. 

"Yes, you should apologize for that, Garth. It's just wrong to say such things unless you have reason to suspect that she was unfaithful to you. You're in denial, not because you don't believe that you're the father, but because you don't want to be. Why is that, my son? What's wrong with being the Daddy? Because, like it or not, you are this kid's father and always will be. That is just a biological fact. I know what I'm talking about! I'm a registered nurse! I deal with this for a living, son!" Pamela confronted her son, now quite upset that his attitude had cost her a chance to be Grandma for the first time. 

"You're...right. I'm sorry. Look, I'm just not ready yet. I will be in a year or two, but hell, man, I'm fresh out of college, about to go to the Academy! In a year or two, I'll be a cop and I can be a father then! I'm just not ready so soon. Forgive me, Jen? I'm just not ready yet! Sorry, Mom, but I just got out of college. This shit is coming at me fast! Too fast! Jen and I were supposed to have time to get to know each other and I would have time to find out if it was really love or something else," Garth confessed. 

"You mean that you're not sure that you ever really loved me, huh? Damn it, Garth! Yes, I forgive you, but I am very hurt that you didn't love me, because apparently you never did. You've insulted me too much of late, hurt my feelings, broken my heart, and stomped on it for good measure! See why I want Master to raise this kid? Master loves me, loves this baby, loves these women...he is a very loving man, though certainly dominant, which I like about him!" Jen started crying again. 

"You've made the mother of your baby cry, Garth! That's very pathetic. Why can't you be more of a man? You want to be a man, it takes more than just putting on a uniform and patrolling dangerous streets! Being a policeman is noble, but so is fatherhood. Why can't you see that going your father's route is not the way to go? He was a loser, do you want to end up like him? 

"You know where your father is now, Garth? I'll tell you, son! I didn't want to, but now I must. He's locked up in federal prison, doing twenty years in a Supermax cell, stuck in it for 23 hours a day! Why, because he dealt in crystal meth! He ran his own meth lab while on the force! He used it, too, so he must have gone through quite a withdrawal! He was a cop and now he's a convict, all because he wanted beer money after he paid me child support and went into cooking meth to get it!" Pam broke out in tears as well, afraid of losing her son to a self-destructive path, or so it seemed. 

"I have a solution for you and your son, but first, you must do as I say. You want to keep him from ruining his life? Good, but you must absolutely follow my commands to the letter! It's too late for him to raise this kid. It has occurred to me after some research that all Jen needs to do is marry me while still pregnant and then put me down on the birth certificate as the father. Jen, that's what you're going to do. You'll marry me, though I will keep my other ladies as well, couldn't give them up, and you'll write down my name as the baby's father. As far as the law will be concerned, this will be my child. 

"Sorry, Pamela, it's just too late. Too much has happened, and as Jen said, she needs someone to step up and claim the child now, not a year or two down the road. Accept that fact and move on with your life. So, here's what is going to happen! You'll get a second chance to be a mother and grandma, both, at once. Garth is going to fuck you. He's going to become a real motherfucker, quite literally. Garth, you want to act like a Mama's Boy, you get to be your mother's boyfriend now! 

"Pam, that's now your name. Not Pamela anymore. Pam it is. Pam, take off your clothes. Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck you. Garth is going to fuck you, here and now. Right in front of us. Oh, Cheryl, get the camcorder working, will ya? I want this on tape," I instructed my blonde girlfriend. 

"Now, Garth, strip too. Pam, kneel and suck your son's dick in front of us all. Get it nice and hard, so he can fuck you into next week. That's good. Lick the head. Suck the head. Now down to the base. Mouth only, no hands. Garth, you're gonna fuck her mouth for several strokes, but do not cum yet. 

"When I give the order, you will fuck your mother's fine pussy. I bet that it's very nice and the real reason that you don't want to tied down to Jen is that you're secretly in love with your mother. Admit it, confess that you love your mother that way instead. Right here on video, where it is recorded for posterity, assuming that you have any," I ordered the mother and son, who were both shocked at their total compliance. 

"Mom, it is actually true. I'm in love with you. That's why I couldn't actually commit to Jen or stay with her. That and I wasn't ready for how messy pregnant women could be. Sorry, Jen. I was a bear to be with, I know. I will accept the consequences and such, but I will always regret not being there for my daughter...your daughter...our daughter. I will always wish that I had been a father to her. I can tell that now. Congratulations, Jack. You're gonna be a Dad," he confessed what I had come to suspect about him, given body language and how much it clearly upset him to have disappointed her. 

By now, Pam and Garth were in a nice little rhythm, as she Hoovered his cock like it was nobody's business, which to be fair, it wasn't. After he confessed his love for her and apologized to Jen, she really got working on it, damn near making him cum a couple of times, were it not for my commands, which he couldn't even disobey under that much pressure. It was a nice little sex tape and I now had serious leverage on the guy. He would be very much at my mercy and would surely know it now. 

A sex tape was one thing, but an incest sex tape with one's own mother giving him a blowjob, while he admitted that he was an irresponsible jerk to his baby mama? Social pariah danger was very real in the circles that he planned to join, the thin blue line of local police. Plus incest was still a crime on the law books, and would be until someone could get the courts to apply Lawrence vs. Texas to incest cases on the basis of sexual privacy rights. He wouldn't be prosecuted, but he could kiss a career enforcement goodbye. 

"Alright, I've seen enough oral for now. Garth, lie down on the floor. Pam, mount him so you can control the pace. He's so horny right now, he might have trouble holding back if he were on top. You deserve a climax from this more than he does, to be frank, though his release is absolutely necessary in this situation. That's good. Ride him, cowgirl! How does it feel to be fucking your own son? Tell the truth and shame the Devil," I asked her. 

"Oh, God, it's wonderful! I love it! Thank you! Thank you, Jack, for making my son fuck me! I'm never giving this cock up, ever! I'm never letting him go! I'm fertile, too, right now! I haven't had the change of life yet! I'm gonna fucking have his baby for real! Garth, you're gonna be a Daddy, after all, like it or not, so get used to it!" Pam announced, forcing her son to cum right then, though she was unfortunately not quite there yet. 

"Wow, this is hot stuff! I can't believe that we have this on camera! It's gonna make me fucking cum already!" Cheryl declared, which gave me an idea. 

"Cheryl, put the camcorder on its tripod and 69 with Pam. I want you to make sure that she cums and Pam, take care of Cheryl as well. Just be sure to push his cum further inside Pam with your fingers, so that you don't lick that up. It needs to go to making babies this time around. 

"Now, Garth, not to leave you out. Bend over that loveseat. You need an object lesson in trespassing on my turf. Spread your cheeks apart. Jen, get the lube. I'm going to sodomize your ex, right here on camera, so that he knows his place in this little arrangement and doesn't get any ideas. Don't worry, Garth. It will only be this once. You're not generally my type, and I'll be fantasizing that I'm screwing Jen's tush instead," I commanded Garth, who had a look of complete terror on his face.

I was surprised by how loose Garth's asshole was, actually, and wondered if Jen had just overdone the lube due to fears of wrecking his butt, but then it struck me...what if this wasn't his first time to get it up the ass? Did Garth have a secret double life of gay sex, the whole "down-low" scene perhaps? No wonder he jumped to the conclusion that Jen cheated, if he had been screwing around on her, albeit with men instead of women. His fear that he showed must have been of discovery of his secret bisexual nature. 

"Alright, bum boy, time to 'fess up. You've been playing for both teams on the sly, haven't you? Moonlighting for Team Rainbow! Livin' on the down-low? You've been bending over for some menfolk, haven't you?" I probed in more ways than one. 

"Yes...I can't help it! I love a good cock up my ass! I just plain love it! I like to drill a good manhole, too! I like to pitch and catch, Jack! I'm bisexual!" Garth shocked his mother with his confession, though after now cumming from Cheryl's mouth on her twat, she was in a much better mood. 

"Okay, Pam, that's your next project. Find a good boy-toy to share with Garth, and settle down to a neat little ménage a trois for the rest of your lives. I'll bet that you deserve and will love it, having two men fuck you and each other for years to cum. Garth doesn't have any business fucking most women, since he's not ready to be a father by his own admission, but he'll do fine as a Mama's Boy and he'll hold his own as a bi man's boyfriend," I directed them as I came in Garth's asshole, after which Jamie and Jess wiped my dick clean with a wet washcloth. 

"So that's the deal, Garth. No other women for you. Don't worry, it's not monogamy. You'll get plenty of ass, it will just belong to your mother and your boyfriend. That way, you can keep from breaking any more hearts and making more babies that you don't really want to raise. That's why your other partner is gonna be a man and not a woman. Well, that and because your mother has been such a victim of your cruelty to Jen, albeit indirectly, that she deserve some kind of reward for it, such as having two men to fuck her and each other only. Are we clear?" 

"Crystal," Pam smiled as she rose to kiss her son fully on the mouth, "there, son. That's the last taste of another woman's pussy you'll ever get. Enjoy Cheryl's juices while they last on your lips and tongue." 

"Look on the bright side, Garth. You won't have to sneak around anymore and men don't have as many headaches that keep them from fucking," I grinned at him, though he was more or less in a daze from what had just happened to him. 

Garth found himself hard again in spite of himself, and I had enough of him, to be honest. I wanted him gone now. Playtime was over. I had made my point, made him my bitch, and turned him over to his mother's custody. She could boss him around now, though I decided as a parting shot to make that perfectly clear. 

"Oh, and Pam," I told her. 

"Yes, Jack?" she asked with anticipation. 

"Two rules. First, you must also be faithful to your men. No other guys. Just Garth and whichever boyfriend you pick for him. Second, you're the boss in this relationship. Not Garth and not the other guy. You make it clear to both of them that you wear the pants, since you're clearly far more mature than your son. Someone has to run the show, and it might as well be you. He will need a lot more training before he's a proper man, anyway. Make sure to do us all a favor and give it to him," I ordered Pam. 

"That I will do, and my first order of business is to order Garth to cancel his plans for the Academy. He's not getting away from me, oh, no, sir! Is that clear, Garth? You're gonna stay home and service your mother when you're not at work. Whatever job you do won't involve running away from home for several weeks. I meant what I said! I'm never giving this cock up again! So, man up and get used to giving Mommy some regular dick! Now, is that clear, son?" Pam insisted. 

"Crystal," Garth gulped as they left my apartment at last. 

The first thing that I got from Jen after that was a smile and a serious French kiss, while Cheryl dove immediately for my cock to suck it nice and hard. When Jamie and Jen began rimming my ass, I knew that I had done a little too well by some standards. I was gonna get raped fifty ways to Sunday by my ladies, but that was fine with me. 

"Wow, that was incredible! What brought that on?" I asked Jen. 

"You. Wonderful, yummy, sexy you! You took charge and set me free of Garth forever! You even did that poor, lonely cougar of a mother he has a serious favor in making him her fuck toy. Besides, the camcorder's still on. I don't know about you, but I'm ready to make a preggo orgy sex tape! What do you say?" Jen enticed me. 

The grin that I gave Jen was all the answer that she would need.



Mind Over Management Ch. 04



I was balls deep inside Cheryl, with Jess sucking my balls and Jamie rimming Cheryl's ass, when Jen came through the door from work and immediately started to disrobe. Before I knew it, Jen's cunt was in Cheryl's face, and the blonde went to town on her snatch, licking away like nobody's business. We fucked for several more minutes, while Cheryl sucked Jen's clit and invaded her folds with her tongue, causing Jen to cum mere seconds before Cheryl did. The fact that the camcorder was set up again was another turn-on, so it wasn't long before I unloaded in Cheryl's sweet slit for what I was worth, which turned out to be quite a bit.

That was when the phone rang and Jen picked it up. There was an audible intake of breath, and I could sense something different about Jen when she heard whatever it was.

"Alright, I'll hand him the phone," Jen said as she turned it over to me.

"Jack, this is Pam. I still need to bring over the family medical history for Jen's unborn baby. Is that alright? I also have to tell you that I'm worried about Garth. I know, you don't want to hear about him much. He's not your favorite person, I know, but he's my son and I love him. May I bring him over? It's been a month since you arranged his life for him, and it's worked out great for me, but sadly he's depressed. He doesn't eat. He doesn't sleep. He fucks me pretty well as I've trained him, but he's wasting away and I'm not sure how to help him. I'm his mother and now his lover, but I can't get through to him. Can we please sit down and talk?" Pam begged me.

"Alright, we can talk it over, but be damned sure to bring those medical documents, too. I'll find out what's at the root of it. We all will," I said, though I suspected that the guy took a major blow to his ego that I hadn't anticipated, given how submissive he seemed to be.

"Thank you, Jack. You won't regret it," Pam hung up the phone.

"So, Garth is now depressed and because I was forced to intervene in his life once, now I must again. Jupiter! I thought that we were well rid of your ex, Jen, but he just keeps popping back into your life. Sorry about that. I know how he's made you feel, how unhappy and all," I assured her.

"Well, actually, I've softened a bit in my feelings about him. Oh, don't get me wrong. I still resent what he did and how much it hurt me, but it's much more in the past now that he has had a sort of attitude adjustment and has given me space for a month now to work out my anger. Maybe he should be in her life, too, just not as the father. You know, like Uncle Garth or something like that. That would let Pam be involved as well. Maybe that's what eating at him, the guilt and the knowledge that he is forbidden any contact or connection to his flesh and blood. Maybe he's discovering that our daughter matters to him after all," Jen explained.

"Whatever it is, we'll get to the bottom of it, I assure you of that," I declared confidently.

"Maybe he misses your cock up his ass. He really seemed to enjoy it," Jess snickered.

"That wouldn't surprise me. I'll bet that Pam hungers for a taste of it herself," Jamie laughed as she kissed me.

"Can you blame her? She saw how much it turned her son on, too, and how good of a fucker Jack here really is. I saw Garth in action and compared it to you, and guess who came up short? He did, of course. Oh, he wasn't horrible, but I can see that Jen traded up in the sex department as well as in love. He's the beta male, you're the alpha. Not that I wouldn't fuck him under normal conditions, because I would. Only the whole baggage of him being Jen's ex and a jerk would stop me," Cheryl remarked.

"Well, he is kind of cute. Why do you think that I was drawn to him in the first place? It's just that he's such a wimp in some ways, unwilling to step up and be the man. Oh, and I'm convinced that he was letting men fuck his ass the whole time that we dated. I was faithful and loyal as could be, while he got his rocks off with other men, and possibly other women, too. I suspected it at the time, but I let it slide because he was a guy and I've frankly never been the jealous type. I just never suspected the same-sex part. I saw the condoms and assumed that he was fucking some other chick. Still, the injustice of it all nags at me, but not as much as it once did," Jen declared.

"Speak of the devil," I said, as I saw Pam and Garth through the window, walking to the front door.

I opened the door myself and let the couple in, clearly seeing for myself the hang-dog look on Garth's face. His eyes were bloodshot, his breath smelled of tequila, and he rushed to the washroom within seconds of entering my apartment. Several minutes of flushing later, I could guess what his hangover brought on.

"You've been drinking, a lot, haven't you?" I confronted Garth as I took the papers from Pam.

"Yeah, I have. Why not? Mom's drunk with power, I'm drunk with liquor. Sorry, Mom, but it's true. You've gotten way out of hand with this D/s stuff. What's next, a cock cage or chastity belt for me, too? Am I just there to eat you out and have your lover fuck my throat before using your cunt? Am I just your whipping boy, Mom?" he snarled.

"Okay, now, that's enough of this! Don't talk to your mother that way! Sit down, both of you! I want to find out what the fuck has been going on! Couch, both of you! The loveseat is for my girls and me. It seems that we're due for some couples' counseling, courtesy of yours truly here, though I will certainly take input from everyone here," I informed them.

Pam had a very worried and pained look on her face, as if horrified by what she just heard from her son. It was the look of someone who thought herself misunderstood by a loved one and unfairly despised for something that she hadn't done. However, there was also a tinge of guilt to her, as if she thought that perhaps Garth was at least a little right.

"Okay now, from the beginning. What has been going on? Garth, you've made some accusations. Please explain what your mother has done to you that has been so terrible and apparently made you resent her," I allowed him a moment to speak.

"Well, first of all, Mom's been very diligent in the search for the other guy. So much so that she brings home a few men every week, who all get to fuck my mouth and ass, as well as her pussy and throat. You'd be proud of her there, I guess. Any guy who isn't bi or acts disgusted by incest she sends home right then. The problem is that I haven't gotten to fuck the guys at all myself.

"They've all fucked me, but I haven't had a chance to pound their butts or mouths. I haven't gotten a moment to DP Mom together with the other guy, either. It's all been the man fucking both of us. The guys that she brings home all have huge cocks and they all want to humiliate me. I don't know if Mom knows or even cares that I've been humiliated, but she doesn't seem to mind. She will sometimes assert herself when they try to boss her around, but she lets them bully me as much as they like," Garth stated, to which Pam reacted with visible concern on her face.

"Pam, your turn," I allowed her to speak then.

"Well, I've been exploring my options, yes. Weeding out the chaff, but obviously, I haven't been thorough enough in terms of eliminating abusive pricks who see this ménage a trois as an excuse to mistreat my son. I can assure you that if I had realized that the guys were getting this out of hand, I would have nipped it in the bud. How exactly are they bullying you, Garth?" she asked him.

"They keep calling me names, slapping my ass, threatening to shave my balls and my butt so I can be more of a sissy for them. That kind of thing. You hadn't noticed, Mom? They do it while you're in the room most of the time," Garth complained.

"Not really. Well, I saw the slapping, but I assumed that this was playful, such as when I slap your butt. I certainly don't mean that to be a bully or cruel, you know. I hadn't heard everything that they said, only the shaving bit, which I didn't think was out of line. Your skin is wonderful, but the image of you completely hairless, smooth, and ready to be licked from head to toe makes me drool. Forgive a mother's fantasies a little? I want badly to caress your skin, too, to feel that contact of your flesh on mine.

"As for the other part, I think that they got the wrong idea about you from how we have both behaved of late. I put on a dominant front with them, but I think that they see through it, though they don't realize that it's due to being commanded to take charge. I do my bit, but when it comes to the actual fucking, I'm pretty much at their feet.

"Sorry, Jack, but I just don't have what it takes to dominate most men. Garth here, yes, but not most of these guys. I'm a switch, I think, but I'm far more submissive than I originally thought. Anyway, I hadn't heard them say that, but they probably taunted you with it when I was busy sucking their balls or something else that would keep my attention.

"Garth, I suppose that I have perhaps pushed you into more of a subservient role than I intended, and because of how I've had you act around these partners of ours, I can see where they would get the wrong idea. That's unfortunate, because I don't want to mistreat or humiliate you, or to attract the wrong sort of men. You're not perfect, but you're my son and I would kill any man who I realized was truly hurting you.

"Please let me be clear about something, baby. Mommy doesn't want to deny you pleasure, not in principle. I have more or less been trying to hoard your cum for one purpose only: to knock me up. It's worked, too. I'm pregnant. You're going to be a father and a brother at once.

"Maybe that was your problem, being an only child. It has not been about keeping you from fucking sweet young men in the ass, I promise you that. It's been about making sure that I carry your love child in my womb. Does that explain where I come from on this? I suppose that this has reinforced the impression of being submissive to the other men, however, which is rather undesirable," Pam clarified.

"You never told me that part, Mom," Garth objected.

"No, I didn't, because it was supposed to be a surprise. Still, I can see why it would be humiliating for you, and for that I am very sorry, dear. Now, what was this nonsense about D/s and stuff? Sure, I've spanked you, but nothing that kinky has happened, right? Oh, I've looked at some very D/s sites, but mostly to see what is out there and what would or wouldn't appeal to us. I have no plans to make you give me such direct control of your cock and balls. Chastity is just such a waste of perfectly good cock, if you ask me," Pam explained more.

"What about the no jerking off rule, then, Mom?" Garth probed.

"Oh, that was just while I was trying to save up your seed for the baby. Now you can jerk off as you please, provided that you don't neglect your mother and lover. Oh, and please call me 'Mommy', not 'Mom'. I love to be called 'Mommy', because it makes me really feel those nurturing, maternal instincts that make our love and our bond much more special. I want us to be close. Please stop drinking so much, too. I understand why now, but since we are dealing with our issues, shouldn't you cut back now? You don't have reason to be so upset, do you?" Pam encouraged her son.

"If I might interject now, perhaps Garth has other issues, too, such as the feelings of loss and guilt from no longer being able to raise Jen's baby. Perhaps I also need to amend my commands to each of you. I've decided that whatever Garth's transgressions, his sentence was a little too harsh. In fact, I have a solution. It will require some trickery, but it will work, I think.

"My sister has just been served with divorce papers, though admittedly it was partly her fault. Her name is Roxanne. She's a great woman, just a little too horny at times. She does have kids, however. She's a real MILF, my sister, but I don't love her that way. What I propose is that Garth take my sister to bed now that Pam has conceived. He will keep sleeping with Pam as well. Roxanne is very submissive. She will fit in better with you, Pam. You'll find topping her a lot easier than trying to dominate these men.

"I will bring her over and you two will fuck her until she's ready to drop. We'll wait until her kids are with their dad, of course. As for other men, Pam, you will now only have those men that I assign to you. That will include Garth, me, Roxanne's husband, whom if I have my way, and I will, is going to reconcile with her and move in with you... and possibly some others that I choose for you. You will submit to all these men but Garth, since he's still very much under your thumb. You will also dominate Roxanne, as I said. I will fuck Roxanne as well. She's been eager for it for some time now, I know. Now that I can make her marriage something other than monogamous, it's the golden chance to tap her ass.

"You will also fuck all of my girls except Jen, until or unless she is comfortable with fucking you. Then even that rule would be dropped. Jen, what do you think?" I gave her a chance to speak up.

"I'm actually okay now with fucking Garth again, provided that he knows his place and agrees to let you fuck him in the ass," Jen smiled at us seductively.

"That's fine with me. Sounds like we have the basis of a nice little sex club, in fact. Might as well keep up our shape. Seems that Jen has bounced back as well. Just don't mistreat her anymore, Garth. I won't like it if you did and you won't like how I will react," I warned him.

"Oh, my son will behave very well in the future, won't you?" Pam nudged him.

"Yes, of course, Mommy. Very sorry about how badly I've behaved. I'll slow down on the drinking, too, but I hope that I don't have to quit completely," he answered.

"No need for that, young man. Just know your place, as Jen said. Oh, and it goes without saying what will happen if you mistreat my sister," I gave him a warning glare, which made Garth shiver.

"Very well, then. Garth, fuck Cheryl. She's just been fucked by me, so she's a buttered bun, so to speak. Still, I think that you'll enjoy my sloppy seconds, won't you?" I commanded him.

"Yes, sir," Garth smiled as he lined up behind Cheryl to pound that juicy twat that he had only tasted before on his mother's lips.

"God, yes, fuck me, you horny motherfucker! I love getting fucked by a guy nasty enough to do his own mommy," Cheryl urged him to pound away at her.

"Alright, Pam, here it goes. Suck my cock," I ordered Garth's mom.

"With pleasure," Pam winked as she knelt to put her lips around my dick.

"So, about Roxanne... can Jess and I DP her with strap-ons someday?" Jamie pleaded.

"Sure, but you must also agree to give her hubby, Carl, a good old-fashioned threesome!" I chuckled.

I now began screwing Pam's ass, which was nice and ready thanks to Garth's fingers, which had been sneaking their way up her tush. She was very wet, too.

"Oh, fuck me... yes, right up my ass!" Pam egged me on.

"You like it up there, don't you?" I grinned as my cock went deeper into her bottom.

"Oh... God! Yes! I've even planned to let Garth fuck my ass soon, once he knocked me up!" Pam admitted before she started to moan.

"Jess, Jamie, you're next. I plan to fuck you girls into next year. I want to really give it to you up the butt, of course. I know how much you love to be fucked in the ass," I informed them.

"Jen, while I ram Jess and Jamie, I want you to use Pam's face for your pleasure. Pam, you will rim Jen's ass and eat her pussy until she screams and begs for you to stop," I instructed Pam as I withdrew from her butt and entered Jamie's.

"Jess, for now, focus on finger-fucking Pam's asshole. Get it very prepared for Garth's dick. I want to see him sodomize Mommy right in front of us. Garth, don't you dare cum in Cheryl's pussy. You're going to cum in your mother's booty instead," I urged her as I know really gave it hard to a very wet and happy Jamie.

Cheryl let out a real squeal of delight as she felt Garth still fucking her, all the more forceful on his part due to the frustration that he felt about not being allowed to cum just yet. He was very much on the edge and we all knew it, but I was going to make him really earn his release this time.

"Alright, Garth, switch to Pam's butt. Jess, your turn for my cock up your ass. Jamie and you will keep taking turns with it until I say otherwise. Jen, fist Cheryl the best you can in her horny cunt," I ordered them.

Pam went completely wild at this point, having her own son ramrod her asshole with his cock. She clearly loved him, in spite of his faults, and I had to admit that she was starting to have a positive influence on him again. Now that he was past his fears and feelings of humiliation, Garth would be a lot better man than he was.

It took several more minutes of edging before it became unbearable for each of us, and I shot off my spunk in Jamie's ass on our next round.

"You, too, Garth. Cum in your mother's ass!" I demanded of him.

Pam came yet again as her son's load shot out of his cock and balls into her bottom. I loved the sight of her tight, much toned butt, which while not as womanly as Cheryl's or Jen's, was still very well shaped. I kissed Jen on the mouth, while her hands wandered to my dick to stroke it back to hardness, after which I locked lips with Cheryl, tangled my tongue with those of Jess and Jamie, and planted a very steamy kiss on Pam's lips.

"So, Garth, do you still think that your mother is out to get you?" Pam grinned at Garth.

"No," he gulped.

"Oh, but I am. Just not in the way that you thought. I want to keep your balls nice and drained as they should be. What's next, Jack?" Pam inquired.

"Well, I'll look at these papers soon. Thank you very much. I don't plan for all of us to live together. In fact, the more I think of it, the less I like the idea of you and Roxanne shacking up. However, you will be very involved in things now. Garth and you will certainly have plenty of time in the sack with her, of course. I expect that you will let Carl fuck you whenever he likes, same as with me. I will definitely fuck Roxanne a lot, as will Carl once he has reconciled with her. It's about time that we all face up to what's going on here. You ladies are sluts. We men are lechers. Plain and simple. We deserve each other. Oh, and Carl will fuck Garth, too, as will I. Everyone in this little family will fuck everyone else," I announced.

"Sounds great, but what about right now?" Jen played footsie with me to make her intentions clear.

"I'm gonna fuck your ass, while Pam, Jess, and Jamie have a nice, lesbian threesome, and Garth fucks Cheryl's tits. She's longer overdue for a titty fuck, don't you agree?" I smiled at the group present in the apartment.

"But first, supper... to give me plenty of calories to burn while you wear me out, my horny pregnant love slave!" I added.

"Let me cook, please. I want to serve you however I can," Pam begged us.

"Fine with me. Cheryl, horny much? Your tits seem ready for a cock, aren't they? I can smell your wet pussy from here, too. Garth, get another taste of it. Keep Cheryl busy until you can fuck her tits. Eat her out!" I ordered Garth, who dove in so fast for a sampling of her cunt that I doubt that he heard the entire command.

"Okay, new house rules. Everyone goes naked or bottomless at all times indoors. Tops are optional. It will just make things so much simpler," I smiled as Pam cooked in nothing but her T-shirt and we watched Garth all but devour Cheryl's snatch, bringing on a few orgasms already.

If he minded the taste of my cum in her twat, he certainly didn't say so. Then again, he was going to fuck her tits soon, after all. He might not be in charge, but he was definitely having a good time... we all were.



Mind Over Management Ch. 05



"Okay, Roxanne, Carl. I bet that you wonder why I told you both to visit me here. Well, as it happens, I have branched out in a way into couples' counseling recently. I understand that Carl wants a divorce due to Roxanne's infidelity, am I right?

"Carl, I understand your point of view. It's very humiliating and no doubt you feel very betrayed by your unfaithful wife. You also still love her and want on some level to understand why she cheated on you. You also want a little revenge and to make her suffer a little, right?" I confronted both my sister and my brother, the latter of them rather grim and the former very scared.

"Yes, that's pretty fair to say," Carl admitted glumly.

"And Roxanne, you no doubt have a mouthful to say yourself, but have been very terrified of angering Carl even further, yes?" I asked.

"Yes, Jack. I've been a horrible, terrible wife and I know that I deserve whatever punishment Carl gives me, but I still want to be with him. I don't want to lose him or my kids. What's worse, I... ," Roxanne began to stammer and mumble.

"Say it," I ordered her, now once more using my powers for good.

"I can't quit fucking around. I wish that I could. I really do, because then he could trust me, but I have this need to fuck men ... and women. I'm a slut. I'll be the first to admit it, that I am a complete, absolute slut. That's why I hit on you when I was pregnant that one time, even though you denied me. I could tell that you wanted to fuck me, but that your honor kept you from cuckolding Carl.

"I wish that I were that honorable, but I'm not. I'm driven wild by this insatiable desire to fuck people. I kept urging threesomes on Carl, but he wouldn't go for it. I mean, I'll share him whenever he wants. I won't get jealous. I'll suck his dick straight from other woman's dripping twat if he asked me. I'll do anything for him ... except give up what I can't give up. Sex. Lots of wild, kinky, nasty sex.

"I love you, Carl. I really do, but I am compelled to sleep around. Every time that I tried to be faithful, I was climbing the walls for days afterward. I was very unpleasant to be around, too. Very sorry. I wish that I could be what you want in a woman. I was so close ... so damn close," Roxanne burst into tears.

"Roxanne, you almost sound like a nymphomaniac or a sex addict. You obviously have a very high libido, of course. Carl, what about you? What do you think of this? What was your objection to her idea of sharing openly?" I asked, fully expecting him to boil over into a rage at even the suggestion of sharing his wife.

"What ... if I'm not good enough for her after that? What if she tries to turn me into something that I'm not? What if she can't bring herself to go back to bed with her mediocre husband after all of this wild, crazy sex? What if she finds another man, more of a stud, and leaves me for him? It was just so much to worry about. I mean, God, she fucked another man and has his baby in her womb right now! That was the last straw. When did you plan to tell me that the child isn't mine, Roxie? When, please tell me!" Carl spoke in anguish.

"I was going to tell you, believe it or not, that it wasn't yours, but I feared that you would dump me, so I kept putting it off out of fear. I am sorry. I have no excuse for this. Anyway, what can I do? This baby has me even hornier and now not even my husband wants me! You worried about me not desiring you? Carl, you make me wetter than anyone else alive! I love you, trust you, and need you! Now I fear that you will want to drop me for a faithful wife. I would deserve it, even if I can't help how I am.

"As for nymphomania or sex addiction, I'm not really sure about that. I just know that I love to fuck lots of people of both sexes. The truth is ... that it's Jack's. Oh, don't get up and protest, please, Jack. I didn't fuck you. I know that. It wasn't from lack of trying to seduce you, of course. Here's what happened. I visited your apartment a while before you started sleeping with your ladies. I saw your used boxers and I scooped up what cum I could from them. Fresh cum, meaning that you had just jacked off, pun intended. I was fertile and I just felt the impulse. It was hard to explain, but I wanted badly to have your baby. So now I have it. It's only four months along, of course. I don't know the sex.

"Anyway, I soon realized that this would really upset Carl, but I finally got up the nerve to tell him when he confronted me first with the home pregnancy test and told me that he had a vasectomy earlier in the year, so he knew that it wasn't his. I got really steamed that he had gotten fixed, too, and I called him some names as well.

"I am very sorry, Carl. Even if I still don't think that you should have been fixed, after my deception, you have every right to be mad at me. I was still especially angry that this was why you hadn't been able to fuck me at all for a while. Even with other partners, it just wasn't the same not having my sweet Carl in my pussy, driving it deeper. Do you understand why this would upset me?" Roxanne begged Carl.

"Yes, I do. Actually, to be honest, you'll be even more upset when you learn that I lied about the vasectomy because I strongly suspected that I'm not the father. I didn't sleep with you because I was angry with you right then. As for what to think, dear God, what am I supposed to think, Roxie? You love me so much, but you can't give up spreading your legs for so many people, what kind of love is that? What happened to the idea of love meaning devotion, loyalty, fidelity, etc. What happened to that? That's what society always drilled into me. Are those ideas meaningless to you?" Carl now elaborated more on his thinking.

"What if I told you that love is what we make of it? Loyalty, too. You can be loyal to someone by keeping their trust and not betraying their interests. You can be faithful in the sense of keeping faith with them and not disappointing them. These words do have meanings, Carl, but society has overloaded that meaning with things that are not logically inherent to them. You can be faithful to your wife by bringing home the bacon, raising kids with her, and giving her lots of affection, even if you have a dozen lovers. You can be unfaithful by not doing those things, even if you never fooled around at all.

"You are right, however, that Roxanne should have been more open with you. She should not have pulled that stunt with my cum, even if I am now a proud papa. I understand if the incest part squicks you out, too. However, that is also society and its values. Often, society gets it wrong.

"Roxanne went about much of this the wrong way, but what she desired was healthy and natural. She wanted to make her adventures yours as well. She wanted to share that life of hedonism and debauchery with you, to include you in it, which makes her a lot better than some of the women that I've met, who want to keep hubby completely out of it and in the dark, so he'll be monogamous while they are not. As to having another man's baby, that's not going to be an issue. I will step up and claim my child.

"Carl, Roxanne, I'm going to do both of you a favor. I hereby forbid you to divorce or separate. You are going to be together for life, as you were intended to be. You will be part of a small, but growing circle of those of us with a similar attitude about life, sex, etc. Carl, this is going to be a harder adjustment for you than for the rest of us, perhaps, but trust me that this is for the best.

"Don't worry, there won't be any humiliation or anything like that. I'm glad that you didn't actually have that V done for a variety of reasons. One of which is that I want you to take on the role of one of the fathers. I want you to knock up some ladies. You're going to be one hell of a busy stud, Carl. Life for you will be just as wild and crazy as it has been for Roxanne, but you'll soon love it. Cheryl, for example, loves to let men fuck her tits. Have you ever fucked a girl's tits before, Carl? Be honest," I demanded.

"Uh ... no, I haven't," he stammered, utterly shocked at what I just told him and his inability to resist my will.

"Have you fucked a girl in the ass?" I pressed further.

"Yes. I have fucked Roxie in the ass. She wanted it first and I resisted, but I soon enjoyed it a lot," he admitted.

"Well, Jess and Jamie are especially fond of taking it in the ass. They also like to work as a team. Imagine how many threesomes that would mean for you. Threesomes, Carl, the ultimate male fantasy," I grinned and caught just the hint of a smile on his face as his cock began to bulge in response to that idea.

"What kind of threesomes? I always thought that Roxie just wanted the kind with two guys. That isn't what she meant?" he abruptly asked.

"Honey, I meant both kinds. Trust me. Both kinds. Yes, I want to have two men inside me, but I also want to share you with another woman and have us wear you out. I've been a terrible wife in some ways, but I never meant to be cruel or hurtful, I swear. I have no double standards. Never. I want us to play together, to have fun with each other, etc. Jack, thank you so much for this! I'm sorry that I stole your seed, but I had to do it and now I know why.

"Carl, baby, I'll be such a good wife to you that in twenty years, if not sooner, you will thank Jack for forcing us to stay together. So, we open up our marriage?" Roxanne dared to hope as she showed on her face.

"That, although there will be some gay sex, too. Don't worry, Carl. Just relax. Garth will make it as enjoyable for you as he can, won't you, Garth? We'll start you off easy, with things like having Garth suck your dick. You'll get used to wild, kinky sex. In case you wondered, yes, we will take turns with the day care needs so that your parental duties are not neglected.

"Carl, Roxanne, this will be very different for all of us. Yes, I plan to fuck my own sister, your wife, at last. I also plan on sharing my ladies with you, as I said, Carl. Roxanne will have to get used to me fucking her in all three holes and I have to warn you that I am rough at times, just not always. Other times I like to be gentle, too.

"There is no question or doubt of this, so both of you just need to relax and let it happen. Pam, Garth's mother, will also be involved. She will have some things to do with you, including plans for a foursome that includes both of you. Make no mistake, both of you. This will happen. All of this will happen. Just brace yourselves for a long and wild ride," I was adamant that things were to change.

Both Carl and Roxanne could see from the look on my face that this was unavoidable, that their destiny now involved getting their ashes hauled a great deal. Carl shook with his nerves for a moment, wrung his hands, but then looked at Roxanne first, then me, and then Cheryl, who spread her legs apart right then to show him her naked, bald pussy. Her nipples were visibly erect and she ran her tongue along her lips with their bright red lipstick in obvious lust. She even started to drool a little in his presence and this wasn't an act. She did this for me several times and I knew what would follow. Sure enough, Cheryl's cunt was soaked with her juices leaking out. She was not damp, but drenched! Carl shivered for a second and then his bulge really showed through his pants.

"By the way, Carl, we have a rule in this apartment. No clothes on below the waist. I waived it for a little while until you listened to me and told your sides of the story, but now it's high time that you followed it. Aren't you glad that you took off your shoes and socks now? Makes it so much simpler, doesn't it? Carl, take off your pants," I commanded my brother.

Carl complied, thus showing that he actually went commando for some reason. If Cheryl drooled before, she couldn't hold back her lust now at all. Before anyone could say a thing, she was on her knees in front of Carl, putting her lips around the head of his exposed, circumcised dick. I laughed, knowing that Cheryl must have really liked what she saw this time. Carl's breath became very ragged for a moment as he felt the sensual touch of Cheryl's mouth on his dick. The more she bobbed on it, taking it closer to her throat, the more Carl was at her mercy.

Roxanne watched this whole act in complete fascination, slipping her hands inside her pants to stroke herself, and finally just sliding her slacks down to her ankles, followed by what turned out to be crotchless panties. Easing the trousers over her toes to get them off her feet, Roxanne then rose and planted her ass right on my naked lap. Within moments, she stood up just long enough to lower herself onto my cock, after which it was only a matter of time before I went balls deep in my sister's twat.

By now, Carl's cock was lodged in Cheryl's bosom, though she picked it up now and then with her mouth to lick and suck it a little. I could see Carl's resistance completely melt now. He was one of us ... it just took him over. All effort to divorce and remarry in favor of a new, traditional wife was gone, lost in my blonde slut's cleavage. His eyes showed not fear or guilt but lust. He grunted and groaned as Cheryl brought him a new pleasure that he had only vaguely heard about before in his life.

Cheryl was tailor-made for exactly this kind of seduction, I suppose. She had him ready to eat out of the palms of her hands. Who could resist a blonde sex goddess with a fine bosom that she loved to use to trap men's cocks in it? Carl wasn't a philosopher. He was a basic, simple, sturdy, and hot-blooded man with needs, and Cheryl was eager to meet them. She was an all-American babe, ideal for a normal, red-blooded American male (well, if you leave out the technicality of her being from Calgary, Alberta). He wasn't as eclectic in his tastes as me or as sophisticated, though in the end, pussy was always a good thing. Yes, Cheryl was exactly the right weapon to bring him in line with us.

Meanwhile, Roxanne bounced her sweet, juicy cunt on my cock, absolutely reveling in the realization that she was now fucking her own brother. She kissed me so much that I wondered if she would use up all of her lipstick on my face, neck, and chest. When I eased a finger into her asshole, my sister became uncontrollably aroused, almost breaking my dick with her frantic orgasm. Her warm, wet pussy was surprisingly tight, but when I mouthed a query about that, she just winked at me.

Leaning over to one side, Roxanne whispered, "Kegel exercises, baby. Anything to keep my muscles in good shape to squeeze out your cum from your balls. A slut's gotta do what a slut's gotta do."

"I've wanted to fuck you for years, Rox," I confessed.

"I know. I've always known. And the moment that you asked me, I would have bent over and offered you my holes. I stupidly waited for you to ask me. Well, I'm not waiting anymore," Roxanne peppered me with even more kisses.

"I had girlfriends back then. You had boyfriends. But I suppose that I wasn't cut out for monogamy, even then. In those days, I would have fucked you bow-legged, but I didn't dare. Now I dare all," I grinned.

Just then, I heard a loud groan, as Carl came all over Cheryl's tits. She closed the distance and began making out with him with a fervor that shocked all of us. Clearly, Carl had bonded with her, but she was still mine first, just as Roxanne was primarily his. Still, we were a family ... and the fact of fucking my own kith and kin got to be too much, as I emptied my balls into her cunt. Roxanne smiled and slipped me so much tongue that I felt it almost invade my throat, before rising from my lap, winking at me, and licking Carl's cum off Cheryl's tits.

"See why I married him? He seems very normal, but he's a lusty fellow, this one. I can't wait to have Jack and Carl DP me someday. My loving brother and my wonderful husband. They're both far out of my league, but they love me, anyway," Roxanne told Cheryl.

"I would never think that of you, baby. You were right. I was wrong, Roxie. So fucking wrong. This was what we should have done all along. When I looked into her eyes, I saw her warmth and her passion, and I never wanted to let her down. The same that I see with you. I didn't know that we could love like this, so much love for more than one soul, more than one body. So much love, so much lust. I didn't think that it was possible. I always heard that I could only have one soul mate. Now I know better. You and Jack are soul mates. You and I. Cheryl and I. Jack and Cheryl. It goes on, far more than I knew before," Carl waxed shockingly articulate and eloquent.

"I live to please my men ... and my ladies. That's why I was born. I was made to please people, especially men, but also women. I want to make you feel such pleasure that you can't ever be the same. I live to serve," Cheryl then gave Roxanne a snowball, sharing Carl's cum between their lips.

"And Jack?" Jen spoke up to ask.

"Jack is a god. There's no other way to say it. Jack is a god. He has corporeal shape, but he's something very different. I don't even think that he's truly human, not deep down. He's ... something else. In any case, you know that as well as I do. I worship the very ground on which he walks. He's to die for. Jack is a dream," Cheryl confessed.

"You can say that again," Jess remarked.

"He's to die for. Jack is a dream," Cheryl repeated.

"Cute, very cute," Jamie remarked as we all burst into laughter.

"All I know is that he saved my marriage and set me free from my morals at last. Thank you, Jack," Carl shook my hand right as Garth and Pam began sucking his dick as a mother-son team.

Then he lost all semblance of interest in conversation, but then, I couldn't exactly blame him for that. He was only human, after all.

The wedding was extremely beautiful, I had to admit. The brides were gorgeous, though for many it was an adjustment to attend a wedding without a groom. Jessica and Jamie took their vows, pledging to love each other for life, but crucially omitting the old passage about "forsaking all others", of course. That part would have been a lie, since they were both part of my personal harem. It didn't bother me that two of my ladies were putting rings on each other's fingers and swearing to love each other, albeit in the context of polyamory, for the rest of their lives. They had long since formed a bond of flesh and spirit with each other that made all the sense in the world.

When Jess and Jamie kissed each other at the end of the wedding, it was a truly sensual, erotic kiss that would probably make even the Pope rise to the occasion before condemning it as an abomination. Of course, both brides were pregnant, too. Jess was roughly a month along with my child, while Jamie had been knocked up very recently by Carl, my brother.

His wife, my sister Roxanne, was the matron of honor, and she was also with child ... mine as well, in fact, though Rox and Carl had talked me into letting them raise the little one as entirely theirs. My new wife, Jen, was there, with our little daughter Vicky in her arms nestled against her breasts. The fact that Vicky wasn't biologically mine didn't matter to me. She was very much my daughter and she already felt comfortable being held by me. The sperm that made Vicky actually came from Garth, Jen's ex-boyfriend, who had also impregnated his own mother, Pam. The only one not knocked up yet or mother to a newborn in the group of women was Cheryl, but she was working on it with three different men, hoping that one of us would breed her with his spawn.

"What do you plan to name your child, Jess?" I asked Jessica, the more submissive and slightly more feminine of the brides ... Jamie being something of a tomboy at times.

"Either Jack Junior or Jackie. Depends on what he or she is. I hear that Roxie wants to call her daughter or son, whichever it turns to be, Stacey. She wants to be 'Stacey's mom.' It's a bit of a joke in a way, but it's kind of cute. Jamie, on the other hand, gets to be 'Jessie's girl'," Jess laughed while kissing me.




Mind Over Management Ch. 05



"That I do, lucky me," Jamie said, kissing Jess on the back of the neck.

"And I don't have to wish for Jessie's girl, or Jessie herself. I get to have them both," I quipped.

"Damn straight you do!" Jess agreed while Jamie kissed my lips.

"Handy thing that Stacey is a unisex name, isn't it?" I observed, as we headed to the reception.

"I quite agree," Roxanne told me as she gave me a French kiss in full view of the guests.

My cock stirred, especially after Rox also kissed Carl, and then Jen planted a lip lock on me. I felt someone tug at my arm, and I turned to see Cheryl. Not being dense, I went with her, guessing that she had some delightful idea in mind, and was I ever right! The next thing that I knew, my pants were down in the restroom stall and Cheryl's lips gave me a kiss of her own, well below the waist. She began sucking first the head, and then more, gradually taking more of my dick inside her mouth. Her dress was off now, too, exposing her lovely flesh for my appraisal.

I was fully hard now. Cheryl saw as much, so she bent over in the stall and spread her thighs just enough that I could enter her from behind. I was balls deep within scant minutes, fucking the blonde with as much force as this quickie demanded. I had things to do, after all, but I still refused to neglect the needs of one of my ladies. I loved them, after all, including Cheryl.

I suppose that being in public was more than enough to drive Cheryl wild, because she soon came, rather messily, too. Her juices coated my cock and I couldn't hold back another second. My dick was already on the edge due to her hot, wet pussy surrounding, and now I just unloaded my second load of the day into Cheryl's wonderful snatch (the first one had been in Jen's ass, proving that she had made no idle threat to use me other ways even when her pussy was still healing).

I rose, but having a rather devious thought in my mind, I told Cheryl, "You stay put. I'm calling up reinforcements."

Cheryl looked back, wiggled her ass, and licked her lips in anticipation. I slapped her cheeks before grabbing my phone.

I dialed Carl's cell, grinning at the plan in my head.

"Hey, bro, what is it?" Carl asked me.

"Get to the men's washroom, now, buddy. Just trust me and do as I say. There's a hot and horny blonde bridesmaid waiting for your dick. I just warmed her up for you. She should really be nice and slick for you to use. Oh, and when you're done, sent Garth that way, too. If my plan works out, and it will, Cheryl's slit will be awash with cum before long," I ordered my brother.

Now dressed, I went back outside and rejoined Jen, even holding Vicky while she took photos of the baby with its Daddy, namely me. That Vicky didn't react to the flash was probably because she was comfortable knowing that I held her safe in my arms. It was the picture of domesticity and one would never guess that I had just screwed one of my housemates blind in a stall of the men's restroom. Another picture was taken of Jen, me, and our baby, the majority of the guests totally unaware that the child was produced by another man's seed. It didn't matter. I loved her, anyway. She was my little girl and she would always be that to me.

When Carl emerged grinning several minutes later, immaculately dressed and freshened up, Roxanne took one look at each of us and began to giggle. She winked at her husband and then at me, obviously catching on to what had occurred. Sure enough, Garth walked past us and gave us all a knowing smile, at which point Roxanne blew kisses and wolf whistles at him.

Garth waved back and rushed to the washroom, obviously eager to pound Cheryl's pussy for what it was worth. Roxanne gave her husband a steamy kiss and then whispered something to him, making him blush. Jen mouthed a query to her and she winked back at her, making it clear that something was up.

"Master, Roxanne wants a foursome tonight. What do you think? You, me, Rox, and Carl?" Jen asked as she stroked my package through my pants.

She then watched closely for a moment as Jess and Jamie held Vicky, much to her comfort.

"Who will watch Vicky?" I asked the only question that really mattered in this case.

"Pam already agreed, though she naturally wants to be paid in sex later," Jen assured me.

"Gladly approved, of course," I smiled at that prospect as well, not minding at all the idea of fucking that cougar.

"I thought so. Knowing Pam, she doesn't think that it's a great day unless she's been fucked by at least one or two of you guys, preferably all three," Jen commented.

"Yeah, I noticed. She's as insatiable as the rest of us. Pregnancy has just made her even more so," I grinned.

"And to think that she was almost my mother! Now she likes to eat me out and suck my husband's dick. The other night, she let me suck her tits, insisted on it, even. Then she licked my butt for close to an hour," Jen first shouted, and then whispered.

"What happened after that?" I probed, truly curious.

"Garth joined us and we sucked his cock. Then he fucked each of us in alternating strokes. Finally, he pulled out and came all over my face and hair, which I quickly cleaned off, but only after letting him take a picture of me with the facial," she confessed with some awkwardness still.

"Hey, right about then, Carl and I were swapping back and forth between Jess and Jamie while Roxanne kept an eye on Vicky. You know me. I don't get jealous. Garth is no longer the Enemy these days," I reassured Jen with a tongue kiss to reinforce my point.

"Well, you know me, too. I live to serve, even if I can be a bitch at times. Please don't pretend otherwise. I know what I am. It's mostly when I'm just unhappy, you know. Which is why I have been pretty good of late, I think. I am happier than I have ever been in my life. Deep down, I was a slave looking for her master, in vain, up to now. Now you are here. You, Master. I might slip at times and call you Jack for whatever reason, but you're Master to me, I promise. As far as I am concerned, you are Master. With you, I am home," Jen kissed me back with equal ardor, if not more.

"That explains the tramp stamp. Still not sure what explains my bizarre power over everyone. It doesn't seem to be limited at all. I have to meet anyone who can defy it," I remarked as we watched Jess and Jamie feed each other wedding cake, having handed Vicky over to Pam.

"Master, I suspect that's something that will remain a mystery for a good long while. Much as you're naturally, intellectually curious, which is admirable, I really doubt that we'll ever grasp why you have this power. However, perhaps, by using it more than you have, you can discover more about it. That's the key to any kind of further understanding, though I'm not sure what you hoped to hear from me, other than my opinion, of course," Jen spoke her mind.

"Well, you know that I value your opinion, as always. Perhaps you're right. You're a very intelligent young woman, always have been. I admit that I haven't used it as much yet because my needs were fairly simple. I was in no great hurry for wealth and power just yet, it being more of a distant prospect, but perhaps I should pursue those more aggressively now that we are parents. To be successful enough to be able to retire young and still provide well for Vicky and the ones on the way, that would be rather nice. Bye, bye apartment, hello, mansion," I smiled.

"We are running out of space rather fast and it can be quite a drag to share a two bedroom and two bathroom apartment with three other women and my man. Not counting all of the guests. So, yes, please, Master ... my sweet Jack, my loving, handsome, and wonderful husband ... please do that for us, for me and our daughter especially," Jen pleaded with me.

"We need a place large enough for you, me, Cheryl, Jess, Jamie, Vicky, Pam, Garth, Carl, and Roxanne, I think, plus the ones on the way. Then we can do our thing without having to commute, you know. It's normally a tall order, but I believe that we can work this out in this case, honey," I assured my slave/wife.

"Quite true, I agree," Garth interjected, indicating that he was back, this time with a very satisfied Cheryl in tow, her bridal gown back on as she winked at me and slipped her panties into my left front pocket.

"I creamed those more times than you can begin to count, and giving them to you has me slick and squirming with delight. Thank you for getting me properly fucked on my first fertile day of the month. I have so many swimmers from you guys in me that if I don't conceive now, I must be barren," Cheryl nibbled my ear slightly to convince me of how much that turned her on.

"Oh, baby, you'll conceive. Do you hear me? You will conceive!" I guaranteed Cheryl, knowing instinctively that I could even command her ovaries to make enough eggs.

Jen shivered when she heard that, the goose bumps rising on her body as she heard my suddenly quite dominant voice. I think that we all realized that I had just turned a corner in my authority and control over the world around me. Jen wanted me to expand the use of my powers, and now I had. Involuntary bodily functions were under my power as well as voluntary ones. There was also the matter of, having been relatively mild-mannered before, my personality starting to shift just a little. The power had begun to affect how I thought of myself and others. I was now more demanding, more forceful, at least when I wished to be, though the mild-mannered, "Clark Kent" persona was still there for my use as needed.

Yes, things were changing ... while I didn't quite know why, perhaps it was best to just follow my sweet slave's advice. Use the power and see where that leads me, she said. In the absence of any real leads that could guide me to answers, it sounded good enough to me. In the meantime, I had a house to find for the new, growing family. It wasn't going to get any smaller, after all.



Mind Over Management Ch. 06



The wedding was extremely beautiful, I had to admit. The brides were gorgeous, though for many it was an adjustment to attend a wedding without a groom. Jessica and Jamie took their vows, pledging to love each other for life, but crucially omitting the old passage about "forsaking all others", of course. That part would have been a lie, since they were both part of my personal harem. It didn't bother me that two of my ladies were putting rings on each other's fingers and swearing to love each other, albeit in the context of polyamory, for the rest of their lives. They had long since formed a bond of flesh and spirit with each other that made all the sense in the world.

When Jess and Jamie kissed each other at the end of the wedding, it was a truly sensual, erotic kiss that would probably make even the Pope rise to the occasion before condemning it as an abomination. Of course, both brides were pregnant, too. Jess was roughly a month along with my child, while Jamie had been knocked up very recently by Carl, my brother.

His wife, my sister Roxanne, was the matron of honor, and she was also with child ... mine as well, in fact, though Rox and Carl had talked me into letting them raise the little one as entirely theirs. My new wife, Jen, was there, with our little daughter Vicky in her arms nestled against her breasts. The fact that Vicky wasn't biologically mine didn't matter to me. She was very much my daughter and she already felt comfortable being held by me. The sperm that made Vicky actually came from Garth, Jen's ex-boyfriend, who had also impregnated his own mother, Pam. The only one not knocked up yet or mother to a newborn in the group of women was Cheryl, but she was working on it with three different men, hoping that one of us would breed her with his spawn.

"What do you plan to name your child, Jess?" I asked Jessica, the more submissive and slightly more feminine of the brides ... Jamie being something of a tomboy at times.

"Either Jack Junior or Jackie. Depends on what he or she is. I hear that Roxie wants to call her daughter or son, whichever it turns to be, Stacey. She wants to be 'Stacey's mom.' It's a bit of a joke in a way, but it's kind of cute. Jamie, on the other hand, gets to be 'Jessie's girl'," Jess laughed while kissing me.

"That I do, lucky me," Jamie said, kissing Jess on the back of the neck.

"And I don't have to wish for Jessie's girl, or Jessie herself. I get to have them both," I quipped.

"Damn straight you do!" Jess agreed while Jamie kissed my lips.

"Handy thing that Stacey is a unisex name, isn't it?" I observed, as we headed to the reception.

"I quite agree," Roxanne told me as she gave me a French kiss in full view of the guests.

My cock stirred, especially after Rox also kissed Carl, and then Jen planted a lip lock on me. I felt someone tug at my arm, and I turned to see Cheryl. Not being dense, I went with her, guessing that she had some delightful idea in mind, and was I ever right! The next thing that I knew, my pants were down in the restroom stall and Cheryl's lips gave me a kiss of her own, well below the waist. She began sucking first the head, and then more, gradually taking more of my dick inside her mouth. Her dress was off now, too, exposing her lovely flesh for my appraisal.

I was fully hard now. Cheryl saw as much, so she bent over in the stall and spread her thighs just enough that I could enter her from behind. I was balls deep within scant minutes, fucking the blonde with as much force as this quickie demanded. I had things to do, after all, but I still refused to neglect the needs of one of my ladies. I loved them, after all, including Cheryl.

I suppose that being in public was more than enough to drive Cheryl wild, because she soon came, rather messily, too. Her juices coated my cock and I couldn't hold back another second. My dick was already on the edge due to her hot, wet pussy surrounding, and now I just unloaded my second load of the day into Cheryl's wonderful snatch (the first one had been in Jen's ass, proving that she had made no idle threat to use me other ways even when her pussy was still healing).

I rose, but having a rather devious thought in my mind, I told Cheryl, "You stay put. I'm calling up reinforcements."

Cheryl looked back, wiggled her ass, and licked her lips in anticipation. I slapped her cheeks before grabbing my phone.

I dialed Carl's cell, grinning at the plan in my head.

"Hey, bro, what is it?" Carl asked me.

"Get to the men's washroom, now, buddy. Just trust me and do as I say. There's a hot and horny blonde bridesmaid waiting for your dick. I just warmed her up for you. She should really be nice and slick for you to use. Oh, and when you're done, sent Garth that way, too. If my plan works out, and it will, Cheryl's slit will be awash with cum before long," I ordered my brother.

Now dressed, I went back outside and rejoined Jen, even holding Vicky while she took photos of the baby with its Daddy, namely me. That Vicky didn't react to the flash was probably because she was comfortable knowing that I held her safe in my arms. It was the picture of domesticity and one would never guess that I had just screwed one of my housemates blind in a stall of the men's restroom. Another picture was taken of Jen, me, and our baby, the majority of the guests totally unaware that the child was produced by another man's seed. It didn't matter. I loved her, anyway. She was my little girl and she would always be that to me.

When Carl emerged grinning several minutes later, immaculately dressed and freshened up, Roxanne took one look at each of us and began to giggle. She winked at her husband and then at me, obviously catching on to what had occurred. Sure enough, Garth walked past us and gave us all a knowing smile, at which point Roxanne blew kisses and wolf whistles at him.

Garth waved back and rushed to the washroom, obviously eager to pound Cheryl's pussy for what it was worth. Roxanne gave her husband a steamy kiss and then whispered something to him, making him blush. Jen mouthed a query to her and she winked back at her, making it clear that something was up.

"Master, Roxanne wants a foursome tonight. What do you think? You, me, Rox, and Carl?" Jen asked as she stroked my package through my pants.

She then watched closely for a moment as Jess and Jamie held Vicky, much to her comfort.

"Who will watch Vicky?" I asked the only question that really mattered in this case.

"Pam already agreed, though she naturally wants to be paid in sex later," Jen assured me.

"Gladly approved, of course," I smiled at that prospect as well, not minding at all the idea of fucking that cougar.

"I thought so. Knowing Pam, she doesn't think that it's a great day unless she's been fucked by at least one or two of you guys, preferably all three," Jen commented.

"Yeah, I noticed. She's as insatiable as the rest of us. Pregnancy has just made her even more so," I grinned.

"And to think that she was almost my mother! Now she likes to eat me out and suck my husband's dick. The other night, she let me suck her tits, insisted on it, even. Then she licked my butt for close to an hour," Jen first shouted, and then whispered.

"What happened after that?" I probed, truly curious.

"Garth joined us and we sucked his cock. Then he fucked each of us in alternating strokes. Finally, he pulled out and came all over my face and hair, which I quickly cleaned off, but only after letting him take a picture of me with the facial," she confessed with some awkwardness still.

"Hey, right about then, Carl and I were swapping back and forth between Jess and Jamie while Roxanne kept an eye on Vicky. You know me. I don't get jealous. Garth is no longer the Enemy these days," I reassured Jen with a tongue kiss to reinforce my point.

"Well, you know me, too. I live to serve, even if I can be a bitch at times. Please don't pretend otherwise. I know what I am. It's mostly when I'm just unhappy, you know. Which is why I have been pretty good of late, I think. I am happier than I have ever been in my life. Deep down, I was a slave looking for her master, in vain, up to now. Now you are here. You, Master. I might slip at times and call you Jack for whatever reason, but you're Master to me, I promise. As far as I am concerned, you are Master. With you, I am home," Jen kissed me back with equal ardor, if not more.

"That explains the tramp stamp. Still not sure what explains my bizarre power over everyone. It doesn't seem to be limited at all. I have to meet anyone who can defy it," I remarked as we watched Jess and Jamie feed each other wedding cake, having handed Vicky over to Pam.

"Master, I suspect that's something that will remain a mystery for a good long while. Much as you're naturally, intellectually curious, which is admirable, I really doubt that we'll ever grasp why you have this power. However, perhaps, by using it more than you have, you can discover more about it. That's the key to any kind of further understanding, though I'm not sure what you hoped to hear from me, other than my opinion, of course," Jen spoke her mind.

"Well, you know that I value your opinion, as always. Perhaps you're right. You're a very intelligent young woman, always have been. I admit that I haven't used it as much yet because my needs were fairly simple. I was in no great hurry for wealth and power just yet, it being more of a distant prospect, but perhaps I should pursue those more aggressively now that we are parents. To be successful enough to be able to retire young and still provide well for Vicky and the ones on the way, that would be rather nice. Bye, bye apartment, hello, mansion," I smiled.

"We are running out of space rather fast and it can be quite a drag to share a two bedroom and two bathroom apartment with three other women and my man. Not counting all of the guests. So, yes, please, Master ... my sweet Jack, my loving, handsome, and wonderful husband ... please do that for us, for me and our daughter especially," Jen pleaded with me.

"We need a place large enough for you, me, Cheryl, Jess, Jamie, Vicky, Pam, Garth, Carl, and Roxanne, I think, plus the ones on the way. Then we can do our thing without having to commute, you know. It's normally a tall order, but I believe that we can work this out in this case, honey," I assured my slave/wife.

"Quite true, I agree," Garth interjected, indicating that he was back, this time with a very satisfied Cheryl in tow, her bridal gown back on as she winked at me and slipped her panties into my left front pocket.

"I creamed those more times than you can begin to count, and giving them to you has me slick and squirming with delight. Thank you for getting me properly fucked on my first fertile day of the month. I have so many swimmers from you guys in me that if I don't conceive now, I must be barren," Cheryl nibbled my ear slightly to convince me of how much that turned her on.

"Oh, baby, you'll conceive. Do you hear me? You will conceive!" I guaranteed Cheryl, knowing instinctively that I could even command her ovaries to make enough eggs.

Jen shivered when she heard that, the goose bumps rising on her body as she heard my suddenly quite dominant voice. I think that we all realized that I had just turned a corner in my authority and control over the world around me. Jen wanted me to expand the use of my powers, and now I had. Involuntary bodily functions were under my power as well as voluntary ones. There was also the matter of, having been relatively mild-mannered before, my personality starting to shift just a little. The power had begun to affect how I thought of myself and others. I was now more demanding, more forceful, at least when I wished to be, though the mild-mannered, "Clark Kent" persona was still there for my use as needed.

Yes, things were changing ... while I didn't quite know why, perhaps it was best to just follow my sweet slave's advice. Use the power and see where that leads me, she said. In the absence of any real leads that could guide me to answers, it sounded good enough to me. In the meantime, I had a house to find for the new, growing family. It wasn't going to get any smaller, after all.



Mind Over Management Ch. 07



I was completely, physically, sexually, and otherwise drained at the end of the evening. Roxanne, Jen, and even Carl had worn me out between them. I had expelled one load in Jen's ass, one in Roxanne's, and the last in Carl's, but I also came on Roxanne's tits once, only to have Carl and Jen both lap it up and share it in a truly fantastic French kiss that proved how lusty Jen could be for all time. That is, if there were any skeptics left, which there wouldn't be in my household. Carl came thrice, the first time down Jen's throat, as she was still too sore to be fucked in the pussy, the second in Roxanne's cunt, and the last time in my mouth. Jen and Roxanne also ate each other out repeatedly all night long while stimulating us men for another round.

Yes, we were all tuckered out, the four of us. I kissed all three of my partners fully on the mouth, none of us being squicked these days about two men playing tonsil hockey at all. If I could swallow Carl's cum and butt-fuck him, I could certainly give him a little tongue. I actually found it quite relaxing to get dressed and hold Vicky in my arms once Pam brought her back home from her time with her biological grandmother. That Pam winked at me as she passed me the newborn angel was utterly beside the point. I would pay up later, no doubt, but not yet.

For now, my little princess needed her Daddy. I could already tell that she would be a Daddy's girl, because despite my lack of any shared genes with Vicky, she was very attached to me and would calm down immediately, especially once I spoke to her. Jen smiled at both of us and then took another photo, just for her own album, I suppose. The "proud papa", she called it. That fit me to a tee, of course. I might be a strange, unorthodox version by modern standards, but I was in my own weird way still a family man.

"You really are quite the man. Lecherous stud one minute, proud husband and father the next. She feels incredibly safe and secure with you. She knows that you love her and would never let her down. She also knows that you're going to spoil her rotten, just like mine did for me. We can both tell that. It's just how you are. Butterfly kisses, hugs, bedtime story reading, etc. I know that about you already. You just can't resist the idea of bringing a smile to a child's face, especially your daughter. She'll be a Daddy's girl, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

"In a nutshell, Master, you're going to be the best husband and father ever, not to mention the man and master of my dreams. I have no idea why I am unable to disobey you, but I'm glad that I can't. I'm glad that you are what you are. You can no more cease to command than I can cease to obey. We are what we are. I am your slave. You are my master. It's not just what I want. It's what I need. I just hope that it never ends. Call it Stockholm Syndrome or whatever, but I love you because you took control of me without hesitation. From that moment onward, I became your slave and I've never wanted to be free again.

"So, when am I getting your tattoo? I want to wear your collar, too, if that's possible. I want to wear it in public, too. I want everyone to know that I am yours, your slave, your property, your chattel. It makes me wet to know that I could spend much of the rest of my life naked and collared, too. If I thought that you could get it up again tonight, I'd jump your bones the moment that we had some free time," Jen confessed what I had already more or less understood about her...

She had stopped being a victim of my newly discovered mind control powers some time back and embraced her new life. She was also in love with me. I could tell, but then I was in love with her, too. She was also apparently so horny that she would want an encore if her maternal duties and my sore, limp dick weren't such glaring issues for the rest of the night. It was hard to believe that this was the same woman who once so angered me that I snapped at work and told her to kiss my ass. Personally, I wondered if on some level, she provoked me out of a desire to bring out the dominant side of me.

As it was, we spent time with the newborn, both of us, holding and fussing over it, until it was time to try get her to sleep ... emphasis on try. It was much easier said than done. I lay down shortly afterward, only to be awakened not half an hour later by a very cranky Vicky. Jen seemed to guess her mood correctly, because the moment that she started nursing our daughter, the little one became peaceful and content once more.

There were a few more such incidents, though I confess to sleeping like a log, apparently because Jen refused to wake up and did her best to ensure that I stayed asleep. I didn't learn this until I actually expressed some guilt over not waking up to help out and Jen winked at me.

"Master needs his sleep. I'm the one on maternity leave, remember?" she told me with a very ardent kiss.

"So, if this keeps up, who watches the baby during the day?" I wondered as I realized that Jen had in mind.

"For the first part, me. When I go to bed, it will be Cheryl, followed by Jess and Jamie, Roxie, and then Pam will visit to watch her for a little while. We've agreed that she is the closest thing that I still have to a mother these days and I will start calling her 'Mom', so she will still get to be Grandma. She has in turn conceded that Garth is more of a brother than a husband to me and at heart always was, though he still fucks me now and then, whenever it pleases you and her. Anyway, we ladies are going to have quite the time watching our angel," Jen assured me.

"Just don't forget that I'll want to hold her now and then. She's my daughter, after all," I smiled at the thought of this young lady getting so much affection from her family and friends.

"Master, you can hold her whenever you wish. None of us would dream of stopping you. You're doing an incredible thing, were even before this whole family came together. You took in a pregnant lady and claimed her child, another man's seed, as your own. She loves you already. She knows that you're Daddy, that you love her and provide for her. Trust me, Vicky will think that you're the greatest man who ever lived, that you can do no wrong. She'll be proud to be your daughter," Jen promised.

"Our daughter, yes ... I am very proud to be her father already. I'd step on anyone who ever tried to hurt her and crush that person like the miserable worm that he is. With this power that I have, I could do it, too, very easily," I spoke with conviction.

"I believe you, Master, which makes me feel so much happier that I'm your woman, well, you know what mean ... your slave, your wife... ," Jen trailed off, fearing that she had said something silly.

"It's okay, I know what you meant, baby. I know that you're not the jealous type. God, you've proven that last night and many times besides! You're nothing like what I thought of you when we first met, but so much for first impressions being right, huh? There was so much under the surface, after all. I'm glad that we found this out together, honey.

"Anyway, I have to get to the registrar today. If all goes right, and I think that you know me well enough to know that it will, I will be on the ballot for an office that just months ago, I could only dream of seeking and winning. I will be elected to the House. It's pretty simple, if a little less than truly democratic," I chuckled, considering that I had no choice but to command ... there was no way to turn this power off, so I might as well use it.

I would soon be a member of Congress, and after that, the Governor's Mansion would not be far off. I was sure to be a wolf among sheep in both places, with floor and committee dominance very likely for someone with my gifts.

"Well, good luck, Master, though I know that you will win. I look forward to standing beside you at campaign appearances, and letting them wonder about us. Think that I'll ever get to be First Lady?" Jen smiled as she saw me finish off my bagel and cream cheese.

"You'll be the sexiest candidate's wife they've seen in ages, of course. Everyone will wonder how I got such a saucy wife and that will naturally reinforce their desire to vote for a guy who can land you. If they only knew the full truth, right?" I kissed her and accidentally got some cream cheese on her lips, which she eagerly licked off them.

"In the meantime, I've got to feed the little darling once she wakes up again. While waiting for that, I can wash some dishes and make some toast for my breakfast. Mommy's gotta eat, too, though I seriously crave something else in my mouth right now," she winked before I went to the shower.

I showered, changed, brushed my hair and teeth, and otherwise spruced up before getting into Cheryl's nice Chevy Blazer and heading to the registrar to file the necessary papers to get onto the ballot as an independent. To hell with parties, I thought. I wanted to be a power myself, and if I had to caucus with a party, fine, but I wouldn't put an R or D after my name. I wouldn't toe any party line, either way. Most folks would probably dismiss my campaign at first, but that would change when I pulled off an upset victory.

I know what some folks are thinking: why not the Presidency, right away? Simple, of course ... I'd like to least learn a little more of my new trade before trying to tackle the toughest, highest levels of it. Besides, it wouldn't be quite as shocking and crazy if I rose through somewhat normal practices before reaching the top job. Also, I wanted to enjoy my dramatic rise to power thoroughly, not just rush through until I drained the fun out of it. Furthermore, I would be able to avoid more extreme limelight scenarios until I achieved the White House at last. So, there I went, running for Congress as an independent candidate, a candidate of "reform, renewal, and restoration," as I was about to put on my new posters.

"So, baby, how do you feel after your foursome?" Cheryl teased me a little.

"Probably about the same that you felt after fucking Garth and Pam last night, of course. Or how Jess and Jamie feel about each other. You know, it being their wedding night yesterday, and all that jazz," I winked at her.

"Yeah, well, Garth and Pam are yummy, but what I really crave is that fine cock of yours, especially between my tits. Any idea how I can get that wonderful dick of yours buried in my cleavage and then balls deep in my cunt? How about it, my political stud?" Cheryl left no doubt as to her plans for the morning.

"Sounds fantastic, honey. The only question is 'location, location, location', as they say. I think that I'll skip that phase and fuck you in a public place. Risky, yes, especially for a politician, but then I'm not a regular one at all, am I?" I instructed Cheryl.

"Anywhere you want to do it, Jack. Or should I call you 'Master'? Maybe I should. I think that Jen is onto something here. I think that I'd like a collar and tattoo as well. However, I also want to marry Garth. I think that I should be his wife, no matter who the father of my baby is. I can be your slave and his wife, so I can serve both of you. He's the only single guy left in this group, so why not? We all share, anyway, and I want to be the bride. I'll have his ring and your collar, lucky me. Plus, I think that he's really sweet on me ... well, and my tits," Cheryl snickered at that last part.

"You're right, actually. You have incredible tits, of course. Just remember that Pam won't want him to slack on his services to her, either. We really should all live together. I resisted at first, but it is just too convenient to avoid. What a bit of confusion for the tabloids and even the regular press, but thanks to my new powers, they'll elect me, anyway," I grinned at the notion that people would have to put into office a politician who made Ted Kennedy and Bill Clinton look like choirboys.

By now, we were at the right building and I went inside to turn in the paperwork for my candidacy for my Congressional district. The main thing that I remembered about that moment was the looks that I got from several people in line and later the clerk. It was a lot of complete amazement, as if something about me absolutely stunned them. Maybe it did. I'm not a physically impressive guy at all, but I do tend to draw attention to some in my attitude. I walked into that office as if I owned it, and perhaps that was the sort of vibe that I gave them all. The fact that I broke up a marital spat between a man and his rather hostile wife with a few simple commands should be irrelevant, right?

I chuckled as I saw the same couple leave right before me, and then as I walked past them, I casually told the frustrated pair, "Both of you, get laid when you get home. Fuck each other silly. Don't stop fucking, licking, or sucking each other except for snacks, showers, and bathroom breaks until dusk."

I snickered, knowing that at least one couple would get a little action that day. When I told Cheryl, after a very deep tongue kiss, what I had done, she burst out into laughter, too.

"Damn, Master, you really know how to get people some booty! For that alone, you deserve to rule the world," she said as she nearly ripped my clothes off in the truck bed of her Blazer.

Before I knew it, despite the cramped conditions in the truck bed, I was balls deep inside Cheryl, ramming her doggy-style as she kept begging for me to go even harder. I also rubbed her clit as I thrust inside the blonde. I remembered what she had said about being rather fertile yesterday and therefore possible still able to conceive, if she hadn't already done so between the three guys involved in gang-banging her after the wedding. It was evident that Cheryl was getting off on this sex, even though the cramped truck bed made titty fucking rather difficult. It seemed that the high risk of pregnancy was enough of a turn-on in its own way, especially given that Garth's chances of being the actual father were now one in three.

Once again, the warm, silky cunt surrounding my cock seemed rather slick and messy, but that was due as much to Cheryl's enthusiasm and arousal as to the fact that Garth had fucked her that morning as well, maybe as late as two hours before.

"I attacked him in the shower. Total ambush. Pam helped. We dragged him back to the bed, tied him up, and took turns riding his cock. Last I saw, she fed him some blue pills and they were still going at it like bunnies. His mother is one horny bitch. I'm glad that you recruited her, Master. She's found her happiness, which just happens to be lots of hard cock in all of her holes," Cheryl said somewhat huskily after she splattered my cock with her juices while she came.

That was enough for me and I shot out my load deep into Cheryl's twat mere seconds before there was a knock on the rear window of Cheryl's Blazer. One look told us that this was a cop, and a rather buff one at that. He looked physically much like the type that used to bully me in high school and junior high, but now I had the advantage. Despite being literally caught with my pants down in a compromising position by what proved to be one of many young deputies from the Sheriff's Department. I had the power of my mind and its dominance over others, including the brash young deputy.

"Excuse me, Officer, do you need something? I was just done fucking another man's fiancée. Cheryl, meet Deputy ... Hawkins. Yes, well, Deputy, if you will excuse me, I'd like to get my pants on and head back home."

I deliberately asserted myself in a calm, but intentionally provocative manner, even adding the suggestion of infidelity on Cheryl's part to fuck with the lawman's head. I acted as if this was absolutely unusual, for a happily engaged (though Garth didn't know it yet) woman to be screwing some politician in the truck bed of her own Blazer. To be honest, I normally like law-enforcement types, but this guy reminded me too much of Joe ... Hawkins? The light bulb came on, just as his shades came off.

"But ... but... ," Hawkins protested helplessly, wanting to arrest us for public lewdness and God knew what else, but even my suggestion of letting us go without even a warning was treated as a command by Joe, as much as he loathed me for that.

"For God's sake, man, there is a hot blonde here, naked as a jaybird, with a dripping wet cunt! Sure, I have left you sloppy thirds, since her fiancé fucked her earlier, but hey, what's not to like? Pussy is pussy. Quit stammering and fuck that slut raw!" I commanded the peace officer, my dick recovering fast due to the intensely arousing use of power that I just enjoyed.

Hawkins was deep within Cheryl's twat in mere seconds, pounding her as if his life depended on it. He was not prepared for what followed, as I lubed up my cock and spread his butt-cheeks to ease my dick into his ass. At first, he seemed to panic, though I wasn't going to do him any real harm. He just needed to learn his place in relation to me in the new order of things. He was no longer the alpha, becoming the beta instead, if that much.

I thrust very hard into the deputy's asshole, scarcely caring how this affected his career. It was time to assert my control and I did. He had gone from being my bully to being my bitch, and I wanted to make sure that he knew who was in charge. Having someone on the force who was intimidated by me was an excellent start to the process of taking over the State and making it my bitch as well.

"Never you mind what I'm doing to your ass, bully boy. Focus on pounding that pussy!" I ordered him, "Just relax and take it! It will go a lot better with you that way."

After that, Joe completely surrendered to what was happening to his ass, his concentration entirely fixed on Cheryl's cunt, which he fucked with abandon. Cheryl soon began a series of small orgasms that kept increasing in force until she practically screamed out to the entire parking lot. Bear in that we hadn't yet pulled out of the same lot where I had registered my candidacy to get on the ballot.

Was that dumb of me? Not really, though ordinarily it would be. Having this power, I was ready to push the envelope and see how much I could assert myself, plus rubbing it in the powers that be's face a little bit felt good for someone once put upon by bullies that included the State. It was the ultimate middle finger to the sort of leaders I intended to toss onto history's ash heap, to get my ashes hauled openly, flouting those silly laws that I fully intended to abolish.

Finally, unable to control himself any longer, Joe succumbed to the pleasure and pain that hit him both at once and emptied his balls into Cheryl's snatch. I in turn blasted his asshole with my own load, slapping him on his cheeks to drive home the point. I wanted to make an example of Joe Hawkins, and I just had, the lesson being that if you try to push me around, your ass is mine.

"Now, suck my cock, pretty boy! Yeah, that's good. Don't even think about biting me! Cheryl, take a photo or two with your camera. Hone in on his face and my dick! Trust me, you will be rewarded for your help, my sweet slut!" I commanded the blonde who now had two loads in her twat thanks to me.

"Now, that's good. Pull up your pants. Find every person whom you've ever bullied that you can locate, I don't care if it takes years to track him or her down. You will find those people and pay your karmic debt to them. It's not quite 'My Name is Earl' on your part, being involuntary, but you will do it, starting with everyone that you've wrongfully arrested or ticketed! Whomever it is, you have to be his or her bitch for the whole day, letting them do anything to you that doesn't cause permanent bodily harm. You're pathetic! You make me sick! You're not a real policeman, just a bully in uniform whose day of reckoning has come at last!" I commanded Joe.




Mind Over Management Ch. 07



"But first, clean up your mess. Orally. Eat all of your cum from the outside of Cheryl's twat. Not the inside. I want that to go to the baby making pool, you see. Who knows? You have a chance in four of being a daddy, and if you are, you will shut up and accept that we're going to raise it, not you. After all, we can't trust what kind of values you'll teach the next generation. Bullying, probably, and that's just not acceptable. You don't get to be a father in this case, just a sperm donor for Cheryl here, to increase her odds of conception," I instructed Joe, becoming more excited as I watched his immediate compliance.

To say that we drew a crowd would be an understatement, but there were certainly gawkers by now, not that I cared much. Cheryl's screams and moans of delight drew the most attention, as I flashed the camera and took photos of Joe getting a creampie in his mouth. He cleaned it up well, and then I pulled him up to his full height.

By now, in case you're wondering, I now knew that I could control things like STDs, HIV, etc. just with my willpower, and I was able to discover that Cheryl had conceived by Carl and me: twins. Garth's swimmers and Joe's were just a little too late to the pool party, not that I cared. I had wanted to humiliate Joe, and I had succeeded. Nor would I let him get revenge on me for what I got on him. That would only unbalance the scales all over again, and that I could never permit.

"Oh, and do not even attempt even the slightest revenge on me or anyone else for what has been done to you. You deserved this punishment, so take it like a man! No more bullying! Do your job as a peace officer and go home at the end of the day, proud of serving your community! Go back to work and forget what you saw, except the lessons and the commands that I gave you," I ordered Joe to return to his duties, since he was still needed for that and should actually be a good cop from now on ... I had just done the public a solid favor, though they didn't know it yet.

On the drive home from the registrar, Cheryl kept giving me very aroused looks, until I took the hint and dragged her to bed the moment we made it. She was walking very funny for hours after that, due to the serious butt-fucking I gave her, but at least I pulled at the last second and came on her tits as the reward that she craved the most.

Hitting the shower again, while Cheryl watched Vicky for a bit there and Jen crashed on the bed, I felt a familiar hand on my buns and turned out to see Jamie. Jess was just outside the shower, and her pajama bottoms were the only clothes that she still had on. Yanking them down, I pulled her into the shower with us, before kissing both ladies and soaping them up.

"How was your wedding night, girls?" I asked them, as they returned the favor and got me nice and clean.

"Put it this way. You're gonna need to fuck my ass, because my pussy will be too sore for days and my jaws are tired, but as much as I loved it, I'm still horny as hell," Jess confessed, though her smile said more than enough.

"Yeah, well, you should know by now that I'm not gonna leave you alone very long. You have needs and damn it, so do I! Besides, my pussy is just as sore and I feel like I'm about to get lockjaw. That damn strap-on of ours ... God, it was wonderful, but I really need a good, hard cock! Your cock, Jack," Jamie confessed as she stroked my cock and balls.

"Which hole?" I teased her.

"Ass, same as Jess here. We both need a damn good butt-fucking!" the ladies said as Jamie dried me off and Jess rushed to grab a blue pill from the medicine cabinet.

While I toweled Jamie off, Jess then grabbed a bottle of Coke and I downed the pill, knowing that these two sluts needed reminding that their asses were mine, too. Then Jamie and Jess dried each other with the towel and I bent the former over the sink in the vanity to lube up her butt and ease my dick inside it. Jamie responded with incredible eagerness, wildly moving her hips to invite me to fuck her even harder up the ass. When I felt some lube and fingers inside mine, it wasn't rocket science to realize who that was.

"Sorry, baby, but I couldn't leave your ass alone," Jess admitted breathily as she pleasured my prostate.

"Don't be sorry. It feels so damned good," I assured her.

"So, can I peg you?" Jess begged me.

"May you, and yes, you may. Strap it on and pound my ass!" I corrected her grammar while giving her permission to peg me with her dildo.

The train that followed was outstanding, of course. Jess knew just when to ram that dildo far up my asshole and when to pull out, while I did the exact same thing to Jamie, making our pace and rhythm fully in synchronicity with each other. This lasted for several strokes, but I knew that we had to switch soon or Jess would have too long of a wait for her turn to be sodomized. Making Jess wait to get her ass plowed is always a mistake, because she tends to give one the pouty face and whiny voice, venturing dangerously into "topping from the bottom". With Jess, that took on an extra meaning, given her passion for anal sex.

"Alright girls, time to switch up. Jamie, give it to me hard with that fake cock of yours! Jess, bend over and take it like a big girl!" I instructed the women, much to their satisfaction.

Just how excited Jess was became evident after about four strokes inside her ass, when she started a string of French obscenities, her Quebecois heritage betraying itself in the throes of her desire. It was nothing new, just something that she did only whenever she was that mad with lust. Right then, Jamie's thrusts were perfectly timed to rub my prostate and force me to cum in Jess's bottom, causing Jamie to cream herself inside her thigh harness. I could smell her release, just as I could hear that of Jess. It was incredible, and even felt better when both ladies washed my cock with a wet rag in a very slow and loving manner, caressing my dick with obvious pleasure.

"Merci, Monsieur Jacques," Jess continued in French, following that up appropriately with a French kiss to boot.

"You know how much that turns me on, don't you?" I commented as we kissed, while Jamie got busy cleaning Jess's ass with her tongue.

"Why do you think that I do it? Both Jamie and you love it. Hell, Jen likes that it reminds her of her own French ancestry. Just please remember that this Frenchy here is your little slut first. Jamie is, too. That's why it works so well. Why do you think that our wedding vows included a reference to you? It was unconventional, I know, but we're at your beck and call and will be for life. We might as well admit that our asses are yours to do with as you please, including in our vows. I love Jamie and she is my wife, as I am hers, but you are our master, and none of us has any real doubt of that, deep down," Jess said before Jamie shut her up with a snowball, which both ladies then shared with me.

"Yeah, well, I can live with that. Totally. Four sluts in my house, plus two more out of it? Under my thumb, clearly eager to serve me even without my powers now? Damn straight, I can!" I made that abundantly clear.

"Good, because if you lost your powers today, you'd still be stuck with us. You claimed us, we're yours, and we love you so much that it would kill us to lose you," Jamie swore, evidently sincere.

"No danger of that, babes. None at all. In fact, what would you ladies say to collars and tattoos of your own, marking you as mine?" I asked them.

"Are you kidding me? When can we go and get inked? Where do I sign up?" Jess replied, while Jamie nodded and put her head on my shoulder.

"Just remember, the bottomless dress code isn't going to change, so those tattoos will be visible to everyone living with us, which I now think will include the whole family," I warned the girls.

"Like she said, where do we sign up?" Jamie winked, making it clear that she was mine forever, just like the other girls.

"Yeah, about that... ," Jen said after watching us for a while now, a very wide grin on her lovely face.



Mind Over Management Ch. 08



Paying Pam back wasn't exactly an unpleasant experience, especially as her idea of it became apparent when she showed up at my place with Garth in tow. It was apparent that she intended for him to be there for some reason, but I wasn't sure if she wanted to include him in the fun or not. Of course, with my mind powers, it wasn't really up to her. 

"Just what did you intend for that fellow? Carl and Roxanne are watching Vicky tonight, in case you wondered. I hope that you didn't bring him along for babysitting duties," I smirked. 

"Oh, no, not for that. I just didn't want to leave him...unsupervised. He's been a naughty boy of late, bragging online that he fucked his own mother. It's on his status and everything! I decided to keep him offline for the rest of the week and that means no letting him out of my sight," Pam grinned, but some part of her actually seemed pleased despite her embarrassment. 

"Enough of that, Pam. You'll let him back online when you get home and you will like and comment on his status to boot. Admit to the world the truth. No more hiding it. You fuck your own son and you love it!" I chuckled at the shocked look on her face as she nodded. 

"Yes, Master," she then broke into a grin, as did Garth. 

"The cat's out of the bag, anyway. Now, speaking of which, what to do with you, Garth? I think that you should bend over that table and let Jen peg you. Jen, strap it on and have at it," I instructed my wife, putting a wicked smile on her face. 

Garth groaned a little, but he complied, of course, not having a choice. The next thing that any of us knew, he was bent over with his cheeks spread apart and a decent amount of lube applied to the hole. He clearly tried to relax a little, especially not having a virgin ass anymore, but the reality of his ex-girlfriend getting ready to slam into his asshole was enough to make him very nervous indeed. Jen didn't show any signs that she planned to be merciful, either. After all, Garth had been rather cruel to her in the past, and while they had made their peace for the most part, there was clearly some lingering pain and anger in Jen which came out at moments like this. 

Meanwhile, I grabbed Pam and kissed her mouth, tangling our tongues as I pulled down her pants and reminded her, "Bottomless dress code, sweetie." 

"I wish it was just straight-up nudity myself. Bottomless is fun, don't get me wrong, but I love the idea of my tits on permanent display," Cheryl smiled delightfully. 

"Well, I like that idea, and from now on, it's a new house rule. We're a nudist household, and will be even more so after we all live together. Come on girls, off with your clothes," I instructed them, getting much harder as I slid into Pam's soaking snatch from behind. 

Pam clearly craved my cock inside her and being pregnant to her own son just made her hotter of late. She pushed back at me with an ardor that left little doubt of how she felt about my enthusiasm for her MILF body. I didn't let up, screwing that pregnant cougar with the vigor that she deserved, especially as she had aided me in getting Vicky's father to finally man up and admit that he wanted at least some role in his daughter's life. She was a hot commodity in her own right, to be frank, not looking her age at all. She was also apparently very grateful that I got her involved with her own son, as witnessed by her belly which now began to swell just a little. The first visible evidence of her unborn fruit of incest was plenty to increase my lust for Pam, who fed it even more by giving me that pleading, pouty face. 

"Please, may I suck Garth's cock while Jen pegs him and you fuck my cunt?" Pam begged me, something that I found irresistible from her and the others. 

I pulled out of her long enough and told Jen, "Give Pam a chance to suck her son while you peg him. This should be fun for all of us, even if you're also getting a little payback for past offenses." 

"Yes, Master...I want to see him cum from my strap-on taking him, anyway. It would prove that he loves this sort of thing, that he's as nasty and kinky as I am, despite his pretenses," Jen snickered as she resumed sodomizing her ex. 

Garth continued to wince and gasp as Jen butt-fucked him, but Pam's lips and tongue seemed to comfort him a bit, while he soon began to react to the impact of the dildo on his prostate. For my part, I continued to ram Pam's pussy furiously and she met me with fervor as she also sucked her own son's dick. Her hips moved with the same eagerness that mine did, and for that matter, Jen's and Garth's. It wasn't long before we all had a sort of four-way rhythm between us, as I kept pushing Pam to engulf more of Garth between her lips, while Jen pounded him harder into his mother's mouth. By now, we were all clearly having fun, even the victim of Jen's smoldering resentment, despite how painful she seemed to make it on purpose. He even appeared to have trouble holding back from cumming sooner, thanks to the dual sensations. 

What finally pushed us over were the girls...Cheryl, plus Jess and Jamie, who had just returned from a little fun in front of a webcam and were still rather aroused. Cheryl began licking my ass, while Jess rimmed Pam and Jamie sucked on Garth's balls. It was too much and he exploded inside Pam's mouth, emptying his sack down his own mother's throat. That was enough to make her cum as well from the excitement, and Jen followed her shortly when Jamie started tasting her bottom. She pulled out of Garth and all that was left was me unloading inside Pam, which I now did in spurts of cum that shocked even me. If she weren't already pregnant, there was no doubt that I would have stood a good chance of knocking her up myself. 

The next surprise that followed was Jen pulling Garth to his feet and kissing his mouth with more than a little tongue. What surprised me even more was the eager way that he returned the kiss. There was clearly a little love left between them after all, even despite this, perhaps due to nostalgia and the knowledge that they had created a life together. Jen looked at me with some anxiety, but despite a brief pang of jealousy that I reined in immediately, I smiled and nodded at her for literally kissing and making up. 

"Garth, sweetie, I know that I was a bit...rough there. And that was deliberate. But that was your final atonement for how you treated me. I finally got the torment and rage out of my system. Thank you for taking it so well. I know that it had to have hurt and been a real shock, but I hope that you enjoyed at least a little, too. I still love you, but I also love Master. Hell, I love Pam in a way and the same goes for Cheryl, Jess, and Jamie. Even Carl and Roxanne, really. 

"Granted, my love for Master is the strongest of that kind of love. It has to be...he's my Master, you see. We need to talk about your role in Vicky's life, of course. All of us, just like I think that we need to talk about us moving in together...though, ultimately, it's up to Master, as we all know. Perhaps it is time to formalize and define our relationship to him and each other, and now that we've had a little...pleasure, maybe we can eat some supper and discuss it over that," Jen spoke to all of us, but initially to Garth. 

"That sounds fine to me, but what shall we eat? How about Chinese? Yes, we will order some Chinese delivery," I announced, resuming command. 

"Sounds very good. Though if you'll excuse me, I need to do something for my butt and I'll return," Garth asked for permission. 

"You don't have to go anywhere, Garth. Pam and I...Mom and I, really, should take a look at your bottom. Cheryl, you, too, as you're going to be his wife," Jen encouraged them. 

"Go ahead. Right here and now," I commanded them. 

Pam in particular spread Garth's cheeks and inspected for tears, which thankfully there weren't any. His asshole was evidently loose or at least lubed enough by now to absorb even the rough and painful sodomy that he endured at Jen's hands. Jen, in fact, surprised him by kissing it anyway, even licking it a little and inviting Cheryl and Pam to do so as well. He shivered and squirmed, but the ladies held him in place. They licked it a little more and only let him stand up after he was nice and hard again.  

"Good thing that we have edible lube," Jen grinned, kissing Pam and Cheryl on the mouth. 

"Okay, girls, but that's enough for now. We need a breather so we can talk, as you say," I told them. 

"Yes, Master. You're right, of course. Garth, you really took it better than perhaps I feared that you would. I was so sure that you'd be furious with me. I did go a bit overboard with it, after all. I was really worried afterward about tears and the fact that you were, too, shows that I need to be more careful if you ever trust me with another pegging. I won't blame you if you don't, though, of course, it's really up to Master. 

"Again, thank you for understanding and taking it. I must have seemed really cruel for a moment there, but I'm glad that you realized that wasn't the real me, just my dark mood. I was about to cry until I was sure that I hadn't torn you. I had to kiss you both there and on the mouth to reassure you that I didn't hate you and want you to suffer for its own sake...it was just lingering rage," Jen asserted. 

"I must admit that it was hot, though," Cheryl confessed, "Garth, baby, you know that I love you, but the wicked look on Jen's face as she fucked your ass was so damn sexy. It's hard to explain. I hope that someday, if Master permits, she is as tough on me, too. I'm glad that you weren't torn, too. I agreed to marry you for a reason...or two...or several. Not least of which is that I adore you, though not how I adore Master. You're more of a naughty boy that I love to play with and have play with me. Master is definitely more of the firm authority figure that I need." 

"Well, as the authority figure here, I think that it's high time to lay all of our proverbial cards down. I agree that we should all live together. That much is clear. Including Carl and Roxanne. We'll bring them up to speed, too. I meant what I said about nudity. No more clothing while inside, unless changing into it to go outside, or unless I say otherwise. Visitors will just have to deal with our nudity. Also, everyone of age in this family is fair game to the others, I think that it's safe to say by now. 

"I will control the breeding schedule from here on out. Pam, however, is to get her tubes cut and double-tied so as not to conceive again. At this point in your life, sweetie, it's just not safe to keep breeding. Besides, you get to do so much not breeding constantly will make possible. Garth has already bred with Jen once. That's enough for that. He gets one turn of breeding with each woman and then he forfeits his balls. Yes, I said that. Garth is going to be castrated. Don't panic, Garth...I have my reasons. You're going to become a woman. Yes, that's right. The castration will make your feminization process so much easier. 

"You see...Vicky needs multiple parents, this is true. But I want to be Daddy to her and I think that she would be better served with multiple mothers rather than two fathers. So, I am Daddy. You, Garth, will be Mommy. Your new name is Grace. It fits, right? Don't tell me that you've never thought of it. I've seen how you react to sex. You're more like a woman in many ways than like a man, and not the dominant kind of woman, either. You might be a switch and top some folks at times, but at heart, you're feminine, very girly. Jen will just be Mama. Cheryl will be Mom. Vicky will have three mothers and one father. 

"Cheryl, don't worry, you can still marry...Grace. But as Grace. Two brides instead of a bride and groom. We all know that your real husband is me, anyway...and there will still be at least two cocks to rub between your tits. Possibly more if we add any other guys to the mix. I've wanted to supervise a feminization process for a long time now, and Grace is the best candidate that I've ever found for it. So, make up your time to it, Grace...you're going to be a woman. From now on, you're to be called Grace. You will change your name legally from Garth to Grace and Pam is to start calling you her daughter, not her son," I declared, noting that "Grace" actually grew very hard when she heard that. 

"I think that someone is turned-on by the idea of becoming a woman," Jen teased her ex. 

"Yeah...it's been a secret fantasy of mine for a good while, but I never thought that I would have the nerve to try it. I suppose that I should have, but now I won't have to...I can just accept and enjoy the process," Grace confessed, blushing. 

"I'm glad that you waited. At the time, I don't think that we would have worked out well. I need a strong, aggressive man, though having another woman around helps...several are even better," Jen grinned. 

"Well, Grace, you know that I'm your mother and I'm very proud of you, no matter what you do. Besides, it's not up to us. It's up to Master. Yes, I think that I will start calling him Master. All of us should call him that, all the time," Pam assured her daughter, "wow, I have two daughters now, counting Jen as my adopted daughter." 

"Yes, we should all call you Master," Cheryl agreed. 

"That simplifies things and makes it clear where we stand with you. You're our Master. We're your slaves," Jess licked her lips. 

"And as your slaves, we should all get inked as that. Marked and collared as your property," Jamie added with a wink at Jess. 

"Ah, all points that I was working toward, in fact. Seems that we're on the same page. In case you're wondering why Grace won't get castrated sooner, it's simple. She needs to breed all of you once each, I've decided. It will add to our bond as a family, I think. Give a blood kinship between our offspring. I want Carl to have two per woman, not counting Pam, of course. That's two from Jen, from Jess, from Jamie, from Roxanne, and from Cheryl. Three from me, of course," I smiled at the idea of such a large, happy family as I dialed the number to order the delivery of Chinese food. 

"By the way, any preferences on food?" I asked them as the place picked up, not giving them a chance to comment on my reproductive plans. 

"Normally, yes, but I think that it's safe to say that as our Master, we should all let you order it this time around. Might make it simpler, anyway. Time to get used to being your slaves," Cheryl proposed. 

"That sounds fine by me. Oh, and Grace, you will begin your feminization by getting your body hair removed tonight. After supper. For now, though, let's relax and have a drink," I instructed them all. 

"Yes, Master!" they said in unison, bursting into laughter at that point.



Mind Over Management Ch. 09



"So, Grace...I've been thinking. Maybe castration isn't necessary. We'll see. In any case, you will be feminized and that will start tonight with the removal of your body hair. I must say that you handled the pegging very well, especially given how...punishing Jen made it. Then again, you also seemed to enjoy it a bit. That's no doubt at least partly due to the prostate," I observed as I poured a Guinness for myself and another for Jen...her first since delivery. 

"Well, yes...Master. It's also due to being at least a bit submissive in some ways. Obviously, I guess. I won't object to future peggings, though I do hope for a chance to return the favor," Grace confessed. 

"We'll see. I'm still a bit fonder of her than of you, though you're growing on me, just as your mother has. Then again, I didn't use to like Jen, either. She became a lot more than a pain in the ass to me a long time ago. Something about the side of her I didn't get to see until after I claimed her. You never really know a woman until you've slept with her. Bertrand Russell got that right," I remarked. 

Just then, the doorbell rang and Cheryl rushed to answer it, finding the Chinese food delivery guy, who was more than a little petite, androgynous, even. He carried the food daintily for a delivery boy, and Cheryl had to practically grab it to keep it from falling to the ground. He rushed to help her and his hat came off, revealing long hair tied up in a bun that came loose. Was he really a she? 

"Thank you," the delivery person said, admiring Cheryl's tits as she was naked now. 

Cheryl reached for a bulge to cop a feel and felt nothing. She slipped her hands down the front of the delivery person's pants, and encountered a definite clit. Yep...the delivery boy...was a girl. She smiled shyly with embarrassment, but she then visibly shivered and moaned a little. 

"You want this, don't you?" Cheryl asked her about her tits and her hands roaming freely. 

"Yes...may I suck them?" she asked very politely. 

"Suck them," I ordered her abruptly as I closed the door. 

The delivery girl began tentatively and timidly sucking and licking Cheryl's bare nipples at first, but then she really started to get into it, while Cheryl continued to stroke her clit, and then my own hands unbuckled her belt and slid her pants down to her ankles. I found a thong that left nearly nothing to the imagination. I took a pair of scissors and cut the fabric twice, causing the thong to fall to the floor. Setting the scissors down for safety, I spread her cheeks and ran my thumb along the crack of her ass. 

"Relax and join us, my sweet friend. Don't worry. I'll make sure that your job is safe. Take the rest of the night off and let us enjoy you. What is your name?" I demanded, as she moaned in response to my thumb and my hands, as well as Cheryl's fingers and tits. 

"Feng Xiao. I'm a...virgin," she told me, "But I want that to change." 

"Well, Xiao, after supper, you will get your wish. Sit and eat with us. As I told you, your job will be safe with them, unless you want to work for me instead. First, however, you need to undress completely. This is a nudist household. You will live with me from now on," I commanded her. 

"Live with you? Yes, please!" Xiao grinned as she finished disrobing and became totally naked, revealing her small, but sensual body. 

"Call me Master, Xiao," I instructed her. 

"Yes, Master!" she smiled as she sat down. 

I began to divide up the food and there was still plenty for all of us, because we always ordered a bit much. I saw how Xiao looked at me and at the rest of us, clearly excited, as I could smell the scent of her wet pussy. We ate very hungrily, needing to replenish our strength and energy. There were looks back and forth between everyone and me, as well as between all of us and Xiao. She would have blushed if she could have. 

"Okay, now, we were discussing the future of our little family. Regrettably, I'll have to bring Carl and Roxanne up to speed later, but here it is. As stated, Xiao will move in with us, as will the rest of you. We'll need to find a place to live together. A place that we can invest in and own together. Speaking of ownership, Xiao, you need to understand that you belong to me from now on, as do the others. They're already my slaves...Grace here has even been selected to become a woman. Lovely girl she'll make. Pam here is her mother. Jen is her ex...but now they are more like sisters. Jen is also my wife as well as my slave. Cheryl, Jess, and Jamie, also my slaves. Carl and Roxanne, my brother and sister, are my slaves as well. 

"You're all going to be collared, tattooed, and naked, of course. At times, you might even be leashed. At times. I want a contract written out for each of us to sign, too. I don't need one, given my mind powers, but that's not the point. It is to signify that you really enjoy this as well as to obligate me to take good care of you. If my duties as Master are clearly spelled out, I will be obligated to do my end of things, not that I don't trust myself, but I want you to know that you can trust me. I don't want you ladies living in fear that I might abuse you. Besides, I want it to be public record of what kind of Master I am and what kind of slaves you are. And I just plain like contracts of this sort. 

"So, what to put in this contract? I will dictate. You, Pam, will write this down. You agree to be my slaves for life, all of you, with no reservations or hesitation, of course. You agree to be collared, tattooed, obedient, and willing to accept my discipline. You agree to be naked at all times, except when directed otherwise, and except for the collar, and when necessary, footwear. You agree to remove all body hair and keep it off you by whatever means are most practical. You agree to do whatever tasks, errands, jobs, or work that I assign you. You agree not to masturbate without permission. You agree to live with me and each other. You agree to breed with me and anyone else that I assign to you. You agree to be walked with a leash if I so direct it. You agree to perform any sexual acts that I assign you. 

"You agree to be filmed during sexual activity whenever it pleases me. You agree that these films may be sold to adult film companies for profit, making you amateur porn stars. You agree that my pleasure comes first, yours second. You get the idea. Grace in addition agrees to be feminized and the rest of you agree to assist me in feminizing her. I agree to protect you, provide for you and any offspring in our family, and to reward as well as discipline you, to look out for the best interests of all the family, not just my own. I agree not to impose serious bodily harm or mutilation, or anything that would cause serious illness. I agree to ensure that you are not denied orgasms or impose chastity, not to exclude any of you from any of the pleasures that come with our lifestyle, just as I agree to insist that each of you carries out your responsibilities as well," I stipulated, "any further revisions can be made when I deem them necessary." 

"I do like that idea. Where can I sign up?" Xiao laughed impishly and added, "Sometimes, though I do like to pretend that I'm a guy. Not always. Just sometimes. What do you think of that, Master?" 

"Well, that explains the outfit. I don't have a problem with it within reason. Cut that hair short, for instance, and put you in male clothes. Do a few films where you take it in the mouth and ass, but not the pussy, from men. It wouldn't be obvious to the viewer that you're a woman if you angle the camera right," I admitted, my cock growing hard at that idea, "and if we're really clever, we can make a strap-on dildo look like a real cock at the right angle, so we can have you peg Grace and no one realize that it's a girl doing a boy, not vice versa." 

"I love it!" Grace blushed as she confessed that. 

"Before the full feminization takes effect, it could even pass as gay porn," I added. 

"True that, but Xiao's bosom must be concealed," Pam noted. 

"Indeed, but I don't have very large breasts," Xiao pointed out. 

"That helps in many ways. She is lovely, though. Yummy. I'm going to have so much fun with you, Xiao," I noted as I fed Jen some of my sweet and sour shrimp. 

"Thank you, Master. I loved it when you rubbed my ass with your thumb. When can we fuck? Or maybe I can suck your cock first," Xiao proposed. 

"Sit on my lap so I can fuck you from my chair. I'm definitely ready for some delicious Chinese," I grinned as Xiao rushed to obey me, "ride me and then suck my cock. Taste your own pussy on my dick." 

Xiao eagerly planted her pussy on my cock, clearly wetter than even I expected, kissing my mouth with more tongue than I anticipated. My cock began to actively thrust into her petite body as my thumb explored her butt-crack again, and Cheryl walked over to thrust her tits into our faces. I began sucking on her right tit and Xiao on her left tit. Cheryl's sweet and salty nipples and the slick skin of her breasts tasted great to us as Xiao continued to ride my dick on my lap, her soaking pussy taking me as far I could go. I didn't take long to bottom out inside her at all. It was such a heavenly feeling, too, as her cunt closed in on my cock and squeezed it with its once virginal tightness. I had just taken her cherry...though clearly, she had lost her hymen some time back. 

Xiao and Cheryl both began moaning, while my fingers now pleasured the cracks of both women's butts. Xiao and I continued to suck on Cheryl's tits a bit longer, hearing her cuss and grind her teeth while her color changed to a much darker pink that was almost red. When Xiao and Cheryl finally came, I noticed that Jen was also hot and bothered, along with Pam, Jess, and Jamie. I wasn't surprised by this, nor when Pam on her own began sucking Grace's dick. She had no choice but to find an outlet for her needs, and Grace was already quite hard. What was a loving mother to do, right? 

The next thing that I knew, my cock began pulsing several spurts of my cum into Xiao's pussy, filling her up with my seed and causing yet another climax on top of the first. My cock didn't soften just yet, however, and before I knew it, Xiao slid off my lap so that Cheryl could kneel and rub my cock on her tits, letting the rest of my cum get on her boobs. Xiao then licked it up from Cheryl's bosom, while Cheryl got my cum on her fingers from Xiao's snatch and licked her fingers clean. Both girls stood and gave me a snowball that I reveled in, to be perfectly honest, my tongue tangling with theirs to pass the cum back and forth three different ways. 

The look on Grace's face as she came down her mother's throat said volumes about the direction in which our growing family was headed. Another proof of this was when Jen received the snowball gladly from her adoptive mother and shared it back with Grace. If that wasn't enough, the way that Jess and Jamie eyed me as they licked their lips and the way that Cheryl looked as she began eating Jen out were more evidence still of our big, happy family. Thankfully, the power to ensure that destiny was still very much in my own hands. 

Of course, the night was still very young.