Eros Extended Ch. 28

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Last Week

The phone was ringing. West rolled over with a grunt and grabbed at it. "...Hello?"

"West."

"Master!" West sat up in bed, shirtless and looking divine. "I'm sorry, my lord, I was..."

"You're fine. I'm just calling to give you new orders. The month is at an end. At the end of this week I want you and James to visit me at the school. We're having...a recruitment drive. A big one."

"I see, my lord."

"Tell James, and I'll contact the rest of my angels."

"Yes, my lord, I'll tell him. I look forward to seeing you. It's been too long."

"Only one more week," Jacob said.

"Take care, my lord."

"You, too," Jacob said, and the phone went bed.

West smiled and hung up the phone. His month of exile was coming to an end, and soon he would see his beautiful master once more. He shook James, who was asleep beside him, awake.

James grumbled and pulled his handsome face from beneath the blankets. "What?"

"You need to wake up and listen, because I have our new orders."

The next morning Jack walked to class with Maggie. She was close to him, as usual, using her body heat to keep him warm. Jack was detailing the big plans he had for the weekend.

"Well, it's too bad that I'm going to miss everything." She was wearing a tight sweater that hugged her sizable chest and a tight pair of blue jeans. The way her breasts bounced indicated that she had foregone a bra. "I mean, I guess I could stay if you want..."

"No, no, you go home and see your family. To tell the truth, I'll be too busy to pay you the attention you deserve anyway."

Maggie pouted. "Well, still, I don't need to get fucked. I can just stay and, you know, help. You're my god now, Jack, and I don't know if you've figured it out yet, but I'm a very devout believer." She reached down and grasped his crotch suggestively.

Jack jumped a bit. "Oh, I can tell, and I appreciate it, but I'm not questioning your loyalty. It's just that your family is important, and there's not much for you to do, honestly. This is god and angel work."

"So, you're saying I would be in the way?"

"No, but if it will make you feel better about going home then I can pretend. Besides, now that you're my slut you can go home and evangelize about my greatness. Spread my gospel, maybe even start recruiting your family. Wouldn't it be nice to have your parents and sisters bowing to me?"

"I've never thought about it, but sure, I guess that would be nice." She pressed her full chest against him and leaned in. "Maybe I could help you get into bed with my sister. Watch you fuck her deep and make her your slut."

Jack grinned. "Keep that up and we might have to find an empty supply closet before we go to class."

"That's kind of what I was going for," she said before parting from him and sashaying her hips dramatically. She lead him to class that way and looked back periodically to make sure he was watching.

When they made it to class they took their seats by each other. Maggie smiled at Jack. "Why, you seem flustered, is something wrong?"

"Maggie, you wait around after class, and I'll give you one hell of a show to remember me by. Let's just put it that way."

There was a lustful glow in her eye as she said, "Oh, I can't wait!"

After class Jack kept Maggie with him, and they approached Mrs. Meter together. Maggie was giddy with excitement and nearly bouncing as she walked. She kept a smile firmly fixed on him as they made their way to the front of the room. Jack couldn't help but laugh.

"You are really excited to get me into bed, aren't you?"

She shoved him gently. "Of course I am. If you have complaints then you shouldn't have made me a slut in the first place." She ran her a hand along her figure, tracing the bulging shape of her unrestrained breasts. "Because I guarantee that all of your sluts are just as eager as I am to spend some time with your big, delicious cock."

"You do realize that you won't have me all to yourself though, right?"

Maggie looked to Mrs. Meter, who was busy packing up her things. "Her, right, you're going to fuck our teacher in front of me, aren't you," she asked.

Jack smirked. "Maybe. Why, would that make you jealous?"

"No, of course not, master. You fuck whoever you want. If you want to fuck both of us then I'm fine with that. If you want me to tit-fuck you while you're fucking her ass then I'll do it. As long as you are happy I am happy, master."

Jacob slipped one arm around her broad, womanly hips and said, "The answer of a true slut. You're coming along nicely. Now then, allow me to introduce you to the real Mrs. Meter."

Jack approached his teacher with Maggie in tow. When Mrs. Meter saw them she looked them over. She seemed to size Maggie up before turning her full attention to her master. If she was threatened or jealous she didn't show it.

"Hello there, Mr. Hillton."

"Don't you mean Master Hillton?"

Mrs. Meter cast a quick glance at Maggie. "I see that you've invited a guest this time."

"Does that bother you?"

"No, master, of course not. Whatever you want is fine with me." She slipped her bag on and let Jack slipped his free hand around her waist. "Besides, I know from personal experience that you've got more than enough cock for two women to share."

Maggie laughed. "Are you kidding? He probably has enough for a hundred women to have their fill."

"Ladies, ladies, while I enjoy having two beautiful women talk about how big my cock is, I do have a tight schedule. So, let's find somewhere private so that I can give you two the fucking of your lives.

Maggie leaned in and kissed Jack on the cheek before whispering into his ear, "I think you've already given me that." On the other side of him Mrs. Meter gave a throaty laugh.

On the way to the office Mrs. Meter seemed to open up to Maggie. Jack's presence put her at ease, and his aura opened up new parts of her that were closed off before. She had harbored some resentment toward Maggie for her young, shapely figure, but by the time they reached the office Jack had turned that into pride at serving Jack beside the young beauty.

Mrs. Meter locked the door behind them and then wriggled her way to the desk to drop her things off. The office was quite cramped with three bodies stuffed inside. The tight spaces made Jack's scent swell quickly, and between that and the lustful energy each woman gave off he soon had them squirming without raising a single finger.

Jack tried to work his way toward the center of the room but had difficulty. The chair ended up flipped underneath the desk. Maggie nearly tumbled over him as he slipped past her, and her braless chest pressed heavily against him. They fell into a nearby wall and into a deep, impassioned kiss.

While they kissed Mrs. Meter kneeled down undid Jack's pants. She extracted his limp godhood from within and jerked and sucked on him with all the love and passion she had in his bones. Maggie stepped over Mrs. Meter and stood above her while continuing to kiss Jack's perfect mouth.

With both hot bodies pressed against him Jack staggered and fell back onto Mrs. Meter's desk. He slipped his hands up Maggie's blouse, finding her full bosom hidden beneath. Their kiss deepened, filling with fire and heat. She sucked hungrily on his tongue before parting, and together they lifted her blouse and tossed it aside.

Below Jack was now full erect. His divine scent had filled the room. Mrs. Meter had removed her panties and slid onto his cock, which was sticking from between Maggie's legs. She stopped when her ass hit Maggie's.

"You're so fucking big," Mrs. Meter crooned. "You're the biggest cock in the world, and I love every inch." She moved like a piston, fucking him relentlessly from the start. Each backward thrust sent the gradually disrobing Maggie against him, and soon she was nearly sitting on his lap on the desk.

With effort Maggie extricated herself from the tangle of bodies and yanked her pants off. By this time Mrs. Meter was bracing herself against the door and Jack had taken charge. He clutched her hips tightly and pulled her up and down his shaft with a fury. Eventually she lost her grip and fell forward with her ass up in the air.

Maggie lifted a leg and fingered herself to the sight. While watching she pretended that Jack was fucking her, an easy task with his glamour fogging her mind. Each wonderful thrust radiated pleasure, and Maggie could feel it washing over her. In turn, they could feel her pleasure as she slid three long fingers into her loving snatch.

Soon Maggie and Mrs. Meter were howling in combined pleasure. They both crested on the pleasure high. Maggie squealed her love for Jack, but Mrs. Meter could only mutter incoherent gibberish that amounted mostly to praise for his cock.

Jack felt their combined orgasm and let the pleasure seep into his. His vision blurred, and his mind strained for control. On instinct he kept fucking whatever body was before him, driving his dick into the depths of her tight, hot snatch. He made them shout his name and praise his power, and without moving he fucked them both senseless.

His orgasm came in relatively short time, and when it did both women collapsed. Though only Mrs. Meter had the pleasure of accepting his load, Maggie could almost feel him pumping within her body and fell to the floor as a string of orgasm assaulted her.

Jack rode out his orgasm, yanking Mrs. Meter up and down his cock a few more times before releasing her. He pulled out and cum gushed out from her used and abused pussy. She fell in a tired heap by the door while he kneeled beside Maggie, who stared at his cock adoringly before licking it clean.

"Thank you, master, thank you..." Mrs. Meter sighed contentedly, her head down by the door, and her body folded on itself.

Maggie sucked the crown of his cock, capturing his excess sperm, and then said, "I swear you were in me. God, that was amazing..." before licking the side of his soiled shaft.

Jack stood and looked at the clock. He was late for his history class but didn't care. Righting Mrs. Meter's office chair he took a seat and orders his two sluts into position. Though tired and spent, they both hustled into their spots at his side and went to reinvigorating him with their mouths.

"As promised, Maggie, I'll give you at least one nice, long fucking before the weekend," he said as he swelled. "Besides, I think if you fuck me well enough Mrs. Meter might we willing to give you an A for the semester..."

Mrs. Meter smiled. "Any slut who brings you pleasure automatically passes my class with a perfect score."

"There you go, Maggie. So, remember, your grade is on the line."

When he was hard Maggie lined up and slid down his shaft. She gasped when he hit bottom and said, "Oh, I think I'll earn myself an A+..."

As expected, Jack didn't make it to his history class. He spent the entire hour fucking Maggie senseless. When he was finished Maggie and Mrs. Meter cleaned him thoroughly and sent him on his way.

He had to rush to make it to his psychology class and didn't have time to bathe. So, when he entered the classroom he still reeked of sex, and the natural strength of his glamour was increased.

Even were his powers not amplified, Mrs. Pratt was obsessed. She couldn't get her mind off of him all week. All night and all day she thought about him, even at home with her husband. Somehow Jack changed her when he fucked her. He became something more than just a sexy student or a wonderful mistake. On the day that they fucked Jack became her god.

Time apart from him only cemented this concept to her, and his appearance in her class reignited flames of arousal. His disheveled hair, muscular frame, and masculine scent left her reeling with arousal. Her nipples hardened and chaffed against her blouse uncomfortable, and her pussy gushed.

She watched him move and kept a nearly constant watch on him through class. Jack kept his head down and pretended to ignore her. He wrote in his notebook and read from his book while secretly manipulating her light. Without her knowledge he infiltrated her mind, and he teased and twisted her into form.

After class he waited with his notebook out as all of the students in the class poured out into the hall. When they were alone Mrs. Pratt packed her bag and approached his desk anxiously.

"I noticed that you were almost late to class. Looks almost like you slept in."

"Is that all you have to say to me?"

Mrs. Pratt cast a cautionary glance toward the empty classroom before licking her lips and saying, "Hello, master, I am awaiting your command."

"That's better," Jack said, and he looked up at her and into her soul. She shined completely pink, possessed by him.

"You seemed distracted during class. I hardly got a glance out of you."

Jack smirked. "I was taking very close notes. Would you like to see?"

She nodded and leaned over his desk to inspect his notebook closely. Jack had wrote a long, winding narrative about her fall and transformation into his slut. Near the end he simply wrote, "You are my slut. You are my slave. You belong to me completely, and once class is finished and we are alone I plan to shove my massive cock so deeply inside of you that you will feel it in your soul." By the time she finished reading Mrs. Pratt was blushing and cock hungry. She stood straight and smiled down at him.

"Those notes are quite...impressive. How long until we perform a practical examine and put what you've written to the test?"

Jack grinned and closed his notebook. "Good things come to those who wait," he said while packing his bags. He joined her beside the desk. "I will fuck you, Mrs. Pratt, have no doubt about that, but we must take care of something important first."

"And what exactly is more important than fucking me," Mrs. Pratt asked. She straightened her back out and pushed her chest forward to draw his attention. She had been waiting all weekend for him to fuck her, and she didn't like the idea of waiting any longer.

"Your husband is what," Jack said while leading her out of the room. "I think it's about time that he learned the truth about our relationship. I assume that you'll have no problem with that."

Initially Mrs. Pratt didn't know how to answer. While she was Jack's slut, she still loved her husband deeply. They had been married for well over thirty years, and though she was willing to betray her vows to him she had no interest in hurting him.

On the other hand, Jack was her master and her god, and when she looked into his eyes she wanted only what he wanted. Ultimately, she gave up her life and her commitment to her husband so that she could be Jack's slut. That meant his desires and pleasures came first. She was HIS, and that meant he was due whatever pleasure she could bring him. If he craved her husband's humiliation and heartbreak, then she would give him just that.

She led him down the hall, toward the adjunct instructor's office. While they walked he kept his arm about her waist unabashedly. Any student who passed them saw how he owned her, and it seemed their secret would be out regardless of her answer.

"You've gotten very silent."

"I was thinking."

"And?"

"And...I am your slut, master, and so I will do whatever you ask."

"Are you sure about that?"

"I live for you now. I want only what you want, and so if you wish to show my husband how you've made me into a slut then I have no right or reason to refuse you."

"That's just the answer I wanted to hear," Jack said, and he lowered her hand to cup her ass. "I hope you're ready, because I plan to give him one hell of a show."

The adjunct instructor's office was an average sized room housing three desks. It was shared by all adjunct instructors for breaks between their classes. That is where they waited for Mr. Pratt after class. Mrs. Pratt sat on the desk while Jack took a chair in front of her. Idly, he ran a hand along her thick thighs while they waited.

At that time in the afternoon she and Mrs. Pratt often had the office to themselves. Few instructors actually used the office, and the Pratts only did so because they would drive to school together.

When Mr. Pratt finally did show up there was little chance of being caught, but Jack was still cautious and stood to apply his runes. Mr. Pratt noticed them waiting but didn't make much of a fuss. He simply rubbed his mustache and put his briefcase on a free desk.

The entire time Jack was trying to dominate Mrs. Pratt he was also wearing down Mr. Pratt. He had broken into the old man's weeks before, and each night Mrs. Pratt went home smelling of Jack only made his presence that much stronger. Even without direct action Jack could tell Mr. Pratt was his. It was in the way the old man shined.

Mr. Pratt stuffed his hands in his pocket and looked his wife and Jack. Carnal images came to his mind unwillingly. Mrs. Pratt bent over the desk. Mrs. Pratt covered in semen. Mrs. Pratt choking on Jack. The old man seemed to fold into himself.

"...Jack, did you need something?"

Jack smiled. He could see the fear and worry in Mr. Pratt's soul. Every night for the past week Mr. Pratt had masturbated to such fantasies, lost in a mixture of disgust and fascination. Simply being in Jack's presence was giving him an erection.

Jack took Mrs. Pratt's hand and pulled her close. He slipped one hand around her waist and used the other to pull her shirt down over the shoulder. Her skin was soft and pale, and Jack planted a small, delicate kiss on her shoulder while staring into her husband's eyes.

"You have a beautiful wife," Jack said. He moved his hands and cupped Mrs. Pratt's breasts through her shirt. He hefted them up while she moaned. "She's stacked and smart, and she fucks like a goddess. I wanted her from the moment I saw her, and guess what? I took her."

Jack released her breasts and swatted her ass. "Get naked for us, slut. Show your husband the body that now belongs to me."

Mrs. Pratt lifted her shirt slowly and said, "Yes, master." She wore a purple, lacy bra that could barely contain her large, pale breasts. They nearly came tumbling out when she lifted her arms, and one hard, red nipple stuck out after she tossed the shirt aside.

Next she stripped her pants. They fit tightly to her shapely legs, and she had to bend at the waist and stick her ass out toward her husband in the process. He stared at her large, round rear in shameful lust but knew deep down that it was no longer for him. Her panties, lacy and purple like her bra, had slipped partly between her cheeks.

She righted herself and pulled the panties out and around her fleshy rear. Then she looked back at her husband to grin. "I'm really very sorry for teasing you, darling. I know it's sad to think that you will never be able to touch me again, but I still hope you enjoy the view. From what I gather it should be rather nice."

"Let me be the judge of that," Jack said, and Mrs. Pratt turned her back to him and bent once more. Now her large breasts swayed before her husband while she gave her master an up-close view of her delicious ass.

Jack squeezed and swatted at her rear before yanking her panties down. Juices caused the crotch to cling wetly to her pussy. Once her lower half was naked Jack slid a single finger into her vulva. He paced it slowly, taking time to sink it in to the knuckle.

"Oh...," she gasped. Just that lone finger felt better than her husband's full dick.

Jack squeezed and shook her ass a bit more before spanking her one last time and withdrawing his finger. "Well, it's official, you do have one hell of an ass."

"Thank you, master, I'm glad that it is Jack tested and approved," she teased.

Jack grinned and slipped his already hard godhood out. Grabbing her by the hips, he pulled her back and slipped inside of her immediately. She grasped while stretching around his divine girth, and the big, lustful smile on her face grew wider with each inch.