Carson Evolved Ch. 09

"Your sister," he asked in confusion.

"Your Mila," she clarified with a smile.

Looking at his wife, he saw that she was touched deeply by the gesture. Nodding, he said, "My Mila, scoot behind your sister and cushion her head and shoulders." Mila looked at him with happiness before hurrying to take her place. Positioning pillows between herself and headboard, she spread her legs and pulled Corinne up to lay the back of her head on Mila's lap. Looking down at her husband's newest acquisition, she lovingly stroked Corinne's face. "So beautiful," she murmured.

Corinne's attention was drawn back to Carson as he settled into position between her legs. She needed no preparation at all, and Carson slid easily into her, stopping only when he saw her grimace at his thickness. "Doesn't his cock feel amazing?" asked Mila.

"It's incredible. I'm so full," replied Corinne.

Despite Sam's counsel to use her hard, Carson was reticent to start too quickly with anyone. His size was a lot for any woman to handle, and the last thing he wanted to do was cause injury. So, he gently withdrew until only the head remained embedded within Corinne. She groaned as he did so, feeling the emptiness acutely. Smoothly, and slightly quicker than his first entry, Carson hilted himself, causing Corinne to grunt. Steadily, he began to increase his pace and intensity.

As he did so, Corinne began to follow his instructions on letting him know when he was doing something good. "Oh fuck yes, Sir! Own that pussy! Take it, take it, take it!"

In the other room, Cara began to stir restlessly in her sleep.

Now that Corinne was suitably loosened for Carson, he began to slam into her full-force. With his hands holding her hips, he moved like a jackhammer in her cunt. "You like that?" he growled.

"It's the best ever, Sir!" she cried. "Fuck me, I'm already cummmiiinnng!" Carson never skipped a beat, simply lifting her hips and feet off the bed and pounding her pussy. As he did so, Corinne wrapped her arms around Mila's thighs, bracing herself tightly. "Hold her tits, Mila," he ordered. She cupped Corinne's tits, easing the strain caused by Carson slamming into her.

Carson stroked into Corinne hard and fast, sensing through his connection to her exactly the right force and rate to use. As he did so, he ordered Mila to begin pinching Corinne's nipples and squeezing her tits. As a result, Corinne's body was in a state of maximum sensitivity, her orgasms coming one atop another.

Cara was having a strange dream. She was in bed with Mila and a strange woman. Mila was holding the stranger while Cara fucked her hard. The woman was almost continually spasming in orgasm, her back arched as over and over her pussy was filled with Cara's cock. My cock? questioned her subconscious self.

In Carson's bedroom, Corinne was almost exhausted. She'd never had so many orgasms, especially in so short a time. She lacked the energy to keep up with her commentary, lapsing into weakly grunting as she drifted on the tides of ecstasy rolling through her body. Sensing she was almost at her end, Carson asked, "Where do you want it?"

"Fill my pussy, Sir. Please! I need it! Mark it, mark me, cum in me!" she began pleading.

He waited until she was cresting another peak and began blasting his cum deep inside her pussy.

Corinne's body arched one last time in her strongest orgasm yet as soon as she felt the first pulses of Carson's orgasm. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the warmth of his load spread throughout her body. Carson allowed several shots to fire deep inside before pulling out. Taking advantage of his control, he knee-walked up to straddle her hips and began stroking his cock, aiming first at her mouth, then cheeks, tits, and finally stomach, as he emptied his reservoir for the first time since his enhancement. Simultaneously, in the other room Cara sat up in bed as her body spasmed in a strong orgasm. In her mind's eye, she was coating the stranger's body with her cum.

He sat back on his feet and looked over the result. From hairline to navel, Corinne had more splattering of cum than any single normal man could provide. Her eyes were unfocused, and her hands weakly traced her lips and body, smearing his cum over her skin. Her body had collapsed as if boneless, and she was completely relaxed. He could see that she was having trouble moving her arms and legs. He looked at Mila and saw that she was staring in shock at what he'd done. Sensing his eyes on her, she whispered in awe, "You're amazing, Sir. She'll never forget this, and she's going to love you forever."

In her bed, Cara's heartrate was returning to normal, even as the throbbing of her pussy reminded her of the orgasm she'd had at the end of her dream. What the hell was that all about? she wondered.

Carson left the bed, only to return a minute later with a warm washcloth to begin cleaning the cum from Corinne's face and body. She simply lay there like an infant, almost purring as he wiped her body down. The look of adoration in her eyes was apparent. Mila leaned down and murmured, "Didn't I tell you that Sir was amazing?"

Corinne tore her eyes away from Carson long enough to look at Mila and nod. She whispered, "Thank you," before snuggling back into Mila's embrace. Mila was surprised that she felt almost maternal about the younger woman. She continued to stroke Corinne's face and hair, and eventually the exhausted woman drifted off to sleep.

When Carson returned the washcloth to the bathroom and began preparing for bed himself, Mila eased herself from behind Corinne and followed him. She watched him from the doorway, admiring the view of his naked body from behind. When he'd finished brushing his teeth, she stepped in and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek to his back and hugging him tightly. "Have I told you lately how proud I am that you're my husband?" she asked.

He turned in her arms and lifted her chin. "No. Have I told you lately how proud I am that you're my wife?" She shook her head but smiled at the sentiment. He said, "You knew instinctively what she wanted, didn't you?"

Mila thought for a second and nodded. "It's sort of like with Tilda, even though I've never gotten to see you play with her. But she's got this big, in-your-face personality that everyone sees. Sometimes, when that's the face you show everyone else, you have a secret face that only someone special gets to see. I'm not sure how, but I just knew that Corinne was submissive, like me."

He kissed her forehead, then planted kisses on each cheek and her lips. "I love you so much, My Mila. You don't feel jealous about Corinne?" he asked, watching her carefully.

She smiled. "My sweet, sweet husband, you still work too slow for my tastes. If I had my way, you'd only leave the bedroom to eat and answer nature's calls. You are an amazing man, an unbelievable lover, and you put on one hell of a show. If I get to watch what you just did each time? You could line them up with numbered tickets and a counter that says 'Now Serving' and I wouldn't get jealous. Just don't forget to keep the Pride happy, too."

"I will never understand what I did to deserve you, but I'm going to enjoy the hell out of it along the way," he said, shaking his head. Then he kissed his wife and sent her on her way before sliding into bed next to Corinne, who immediately snuggled her body against his contentedly, a tiny smile on her lips.

*****

Waking the next morning in Carson's arms, Corinne opened her eyes and immediately smiled, remembering how thoroughly and completely he'd taken her the night before. The only thing she'd missed in all the action was the opportunity to suck his cock. She suspected that he thought she'd been joking about blowing him every morning before his first meeting, but she was dead serious. From the first time she'd given a blow job, she'd been hooked. The feel of a hard cock in her mouth, knowing she could control a man in that way, and the sight, smell, and feel of cum in her mouth or on her skin—she loved it all. There had never been a cock like Carson's in her mouth, though.

Before last night, she'd fantasized plenty about cum showers and facials, but submission like that was new for her. Until that first time kneeling before Carson in his office, it never would have occurred to her that there was a level of joy to be obtained from giving up control. Somehow, though, hitting her knees for Carson felt right. She had no idea how Mila had known what she wanted, but Corinne was happy that she had. More than that, she felt closer to Carson's wife for having shared the experience with her, knowing that they shared the same desire for their master.

Corinne giggled to herself. My Master. Carson would never think of himself that way, but he takes on that role for Mila, and now he does it for me. He really is perfect for me.

Gazing at her lover's sleeping form, Corinne knew exactly how she wanted to start the first day of the rest of her life. Ducking her head under the covers, she made her way down Carson's body until she was even with his cock. Even asleep, he was bigger than most guys she'd been with. Groaning internally, she remembered how well his length and thickness had filled and stretched her the previous night. She'd gotten a little bit of a taste of his cum when he'd showered her, but she wanted a more direct serving now.

Moving slowly to avoid waking him too soon, she gently grasped his cock and began slowly massaging and squeezing the shaft. Immediately, Carson began to lengthen and thicken; soon, he was too big for her hand to completely encircle. Cradling his erection, she licked from the base of his shaft to the head, pausing to swirl the thick cap with her tongue before returning below. Meanwhile, her hand gently kneaded his testicles in their sack. It wasn't long before she wrapped her lips around as much of his cock as she could, covering the rest with her hands and began urgently seeking to draw out his load.

Carson began to surface from his sleep just before his orgasm became imminent. Without opening his eyes, he scanned and felt Corinne's signature frequency. He smiled, knowing through the connection that she wanted a big load for breakfast this morning. Let's see what she thinks of this, he thought. Groaning in appreciation, he gently gathered her hair in his fist and began forcing the action a little faster. He felt her excitement kick up a notch and she responded by sucking even harder. Monitoring the timing carefully, he reached into her mind and began tweaking her excitement level.

Soon, he could feel that her pussy was weeping down her legs, causing her to rub her legs together in an attempt to alleviate her itch. She was determined to get his load, though, and never hesitated. Carson ramped her excitement level up to the precipice, and with a smile on his face, gave her a mental push. "Cum," he ordered mentally, while at the same time holding himself deeply in her mouth and pulsing several times to release his load.

In the shower down the hall, Cara gasped as her loins were immediately enflamed and on the edge of orgasm, her nipples tight and tingling. She staggered against the wall of the shower, bracing herself with her hand as her pussy throbbed at the edge of orgasm, but not going over.

The combination of his mental manipulation and forceful handling of her as he came launched Corinne into a realm of ecstasy she'd never achieved before, and she squealed as she attempted to swallow everything that he was giving her. Feeling her orgasm taper off, he halted his own. Corinne tenderly nursed at his cock as it softened, swirling her tongue over and over, cleaning every drop of cum from his beautiful cock. Upon finishing, she kissed her way up his body, emerging face-to-face with her lover. She wasn't sure how he'd handle kissing her after what she'd just done, but Carson surprised her by kissing her firmly and deeply.

He could see she was surprised and said, "If I'm expecting women to suck my cock, the least I can do is put up with a little taste of myself." He winked at her and said, "Don't expect the same thing if it's another guy's cum, though. There are lines that I won't cross."

Suddenly, uncharacteristically serious, Corinne looked at him and promised, "There will never be another man for me. I meant what I said last night—you own me completely. I don't want anyone else, ever. Sir," she added as an afterthought.

Carson smiled, both at her vehement promise, and her use of the unfamiliar term. "Listen," he said. "Last night was hot, and I will do whatever you want to do, if I can stomach it at all. But you don't need to call me 'Master' or 'Sir' unless you really want to. It's entirely up to you."

Corinne smiled and kissed his lips once again. "Thank you. It was hot, but I'm not sure that's what I want all the time. How about we just use it as a signal? If I call you one of those names, you'll know what I'm hoping to have happen. Will that work for you?"

"Perfect," he agreed with a smile. Then he swatted her ass cheeks lightly and said, "Now that we've got that straight, let's get it in gear. If I know my girls, there are some cinnamon rolls and pastries out there waiting for us."

Corinne was surprised to see that her overnight bag was at the foot of the bed. When Carson saw the look on her face and where she was looking, he smiled and said, "Mila likes to take care of my 'guests.' She doesn't usually get quite as involved as she did last night, though." Curious, he asked, "Were you okay with that?"

Blushing, Corinne said, "I've been with girls before, so that was okay. In fact, it was more than okay. Having her there, knowing that she was feeling the same way that I was, it was...liberating. I didn't feel self-conscious about what I wanted you to do."

Watching her carefully, Carson asked, "Do you want to do more? With her, I mean?"

Shaking her head, she replied, "I don't think so." Then she seemed to reconsider. "I guess, sometimes?" When Carson smiled at her indecision, she said, "Mostly I just want you, but if Mila is there and wants to do stuff, then I'm okay with it. If you're not there, we'll just have to see."

He pulled her into a hug, kissed her head, and said, "My understanding is that the ladies of the house are there for each other like that occasionally, so I don't have a problem with the two of you doing stuff without me. You'd think that living with a bunch of women that are all intimate with me, we'd have done some more group stuff. But last night was actually the first time any of my lovers has touched another one with me."

"Really?" asked Corinne in surprise.

Carson nodded. "Mila's watched a few times, but that's as far as it's gone."

Grinning evilly, Corinne said, "Maybe if you're a good boy between now and your birthday, we can arrange something special for you." Lowering her voice, she pressed her body against his and asked, "Would you like that?"

In spite of himself, Carson's cock pulsed at the thought of seeing some of his lovers enjoying each other. Corinne laughed when she felt him jump and said, "Somebody's interested in a little girl-on-girl action, huh?"

Carson turned and made his way towards the door, saying, "I'm not answering that."

Corinne hurried after him, teasing and laughing, "You already answered that."

They were still bantering back and forth, amazingly comfortable in each other's company already, when they entered the dining room. The scents of cinnamon, bacon, and orange juice filled the air, causing Carson's stomach to rumble. The sound made him realize that he was starving once again. The ladies were chatting amiably with one another as Carson and Corinne entered the room.

Suddenly there was a clattering of silverware as Cara stared in shock at the new arrivals. Carson could see that her gaze was locked on Corinne, who was looking back and forth between Cara and Carson. After a moment, Cara blushed and apologized for making so much noise.

Sam leaned over and asked, "Everything okay?"

Cara nodded and whispered, "I need to talk to you and Carson after breakfast."

"Sure," agreed Sam.

Is she okay? Carson asked Sam, mentally.

I'm not sure, thought Sam. Something's got her rattled. Maybe she didn't expect another new girl here today?

That could be it, but the look on her face was something else. More like she was shocked to see Corinne, in particular.

She wants to talk to us after breakfast, so I guess we'll just have to be patient.

Carson nodded slightly and turned his attention back to the various other discussions taking place. But he surreptitiously slid his hand over and stroked Corinne's forearm in reassurance.

After breakfast, Corinne lingered in Carson's arms as long as she could, hesitant to let him go after such a wonderful night. Carson instinctively understood and attempted to allay her concerns.

"You're welcome to come and stay with us whenever you're ready, Corinne. We still have a couple of rooms available, and construction of the addition is just about done. I'd love for you to be here, especially when I put a bun in your oven," he finished with a twinkle in his eye.

"Mmmm," she responded, relishing the mental picture of herself with a pregnant belly. "I love you, but that's not fair," she protested, half-heartedly. "I have a few things left to wrap up with my house before I can put it on the market. Until then, I'm just going to ask Helena when I can have some time with you. Besides," she said as she stepped close and lowered her voice, "I'm still planning to drain your balls first thing every morning when you get to work." Then she planted a quick kiss on his lips and hopped into her vehicle for the ride home.

Carson watched and waved as she headed away from the house. Her presence in his home had felt so natural so quickly that he was forgetting that she wasn't a Lioness. Yet, he thought.

Turning, he followed the path around the house to join Sam and Cara next to the pool in back. "Good morning again ladies," he said. He kissed Sam, intending to plant a quick kiss on her, but she quickly threw her arms around neck, hanging on as he stood and swung her around. When she finally relented and allowed him to lower her to the ground, he asked, with a smile, "What was that all about?"

"I'm just so happy to be home! I've been missing you." Between my legs, she added mentally. When Carson looked at her in surprise, she winked at him. "Aaand," she added as she took a seat, "I'm so happy that Cara's here. I just feel like something special's about to happen."

Carson greeted Cara as well. "I hope you're feeling a little better today. Helena told me yesterday was a rough day for you. Just relax and let us take care of you for a while, okay?" Then he leaned in, intending to kiss her on the cheek, but she surprised him by catching his lips on hers.

When he leaned back in surprise, she grinned and said, "I didn't just come here to relax."

"In that case..." Carson took her face in his hands and gave her the kind of kiss that had always curled her toes. In fact, when he released her, she sat with her eyes closed, a little wobbly.

Opening her eyes, Cara smiled big and said, "I'm looking forward to doing a lot more of that."

Worried, Carson asked, "I don't want you to feel rushed. You just left your marriage yesterday. It's okay to grieve a little."

Taking his hand, Cara said, "You're a sweet man. My marriage has been dying a slow death for a long time. Yesterday was just the conclusion. I'm surprisingly okay with things."

As he sat, Carson shrugged noncommittally and said, "Whenever you're ready." Pausing, he tried to keep a straight face as Sam and Cara looked at each other in confusion at his apparent indifference. Finally, he broke down and said, "Alright, alright. Whenever you're ready...I'm anxious to do a lot more than kissing with you."