How I Became a Breeding Bull Ch. 23

"Don't be worried. I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Master doesn't want to really hurt you, just make you sit up and take notice. He's the best Master I've ever had."

"You only had one other, and he was an incompetent fool," I reminded her.

"Yes, but you only won me for a week, and I eagerly asked to become your permanent slave, so I'm not at all unhappy with how you've treated me, Master."

I loved how my women bragged on me. Emma nodded thoughtfully, relaxing a little.

We arrived at Whore's office around 5:30, and knocked on the door. Whore rushed out to welcome me back, quickly pulling us into the office and locking the door again. Victoria waiting in the exam room. Whore quickly kissed her sister slave, then warmly greeted Emma.

"You'll love being Master's sex slave. The sex is incredible, as I'm sure you know."

"The sex has definitely been great." Emma said, looking at me like I was asking these women to feed her lies.

"Emma, this is Whore. Whore, this is Emma," I said. "You need to strip. There's no one else here." All three of my girls shed their clothes.

"Do I have to call her Whore, sir?" Emma asked, removing her clothes.

"She chose her slave name herself, didn't you Whore?"

"Yes. I bought a collar for myself and Master told me to get an identification tag for it, and it said Whore on it. No one calls me that when there are other people around, but it is my slave name."

"You're not wearing it now?" Emma asked.

"This is my work collar, and Whore is engraved on the inside. I change to my other collar when I'm not at work. If I'd known it would become my slave name, I might have chosen something else, but Master does make me feel like a whore sometimes. So, you're having your IUD removed. Bold move. Why now?" Whore asked.

"I'm unsure of why my husband told me to have it removed. I guess for me, there's a taboo thrill not knowing if I might get pregnant, or even not knowing who it might be. Master made me fuck a taxi cab driver. He had to wear a condom, but thinking that he could have gotten me pregnant was such a forbidden thrill. Plus, my daughter was just bred, and she won't know who the father is. Master mentioned I might get pregnant at the same time as she was, and that I could have a child younger than my grandchild, and not even know who fathered it, It might be anyone, whereas she knows it's one of three men. I got weak in the knees, when he said it, plus, I was unbelievably horny at the time."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Whore asked. "You do have a safe word."

"If Master told you he wanted you to be bred," Emma asked, "what would you do?"

"Lie down and spread my legs."

My good girl. I blew her a kiss.

"Is he going to?"

"He said it's up to my fiancé, Rafi. He won't do anything without Rafi's permission. He did say that when I get married, I'll have his cum leaking out of my cunt as I say my vows, and he intends to use me first on my wedding night. Rafi has agreed to that. Let's get this done. I need fucked in the worst way."

Emma smiled and followed Whore to the exam room. They had her get on the exam table and both Victoria and Whore noted the anal plug in her bottom and Lush in her pussy, and how wet she was.

"Master, we have to remove these items for the exam," Whore said.

"I remember. Do what you have to do."

Whore removed them and handed them to me. I brought them to the sink, washing both items and my hands thoroughly, then setting them on paper towels to dry. I pulled out my camera and started a movie.

They inserted a speculum and stretched Emma's pussy wide while shining a light inside. Whore found the retrieval wire and used a forceps to grasp it. She withdrew the IUD.

"In your estimation, when would Emma become fertile?" I asked.

"It was a copper IUD. She can probably get pregnant at any time, Master," Whore replied, "although, at Emma's age, she might have more difficulty conceiving than if she were younger?"

"Is there anything you can give her that would increase those probabilities?"

"There is a fertility shot given to women over forty who are trying to conceive, sir."

"How much risk are you willing to take, Slut?" I asked.

Emma didn't hesitate. "Give me the shot, Whore."

"Wait one. It doesn't need to be injected in her vagina does it?"

"No, the arm is fine."

"Then while we wait, I suggest you lick that pussy while she's still on the table and so readily available, Whore. Emma you have permission to cum once."

"Yes, Master," they both replied.

The speculum was removed and Victoria took care of the implements while Whore began licking Emma.

I texted the shortened version of the movie made last night. Edward answered back to that, saying it was so fucking hot, so I knew he was paying attention.

I prepared another text to Edward, attaching the movie of her on the exam table, and our last exchange where she asked for the shot to become more fertile.

Your wife is now fertile, although she won't be ovulating for about three weeks. I won't even be the first man to fuck her fertile pussy. I'm going to let someone else fuck her first. She's asked for a fertility shot. Unless you call me within the next ten minutes, she's going to get the shot. How much risk do you want your slut to take?

I didn't hear back in ten, when Emma orgasmed on Whore's tongue. I hadn't heard in the next five minutes as Victoria prepared the shot.

"Give her the shot," I said.

The needle went in and the plunger went down.

I knew he'd gotten that text and he hadn't answered. Edward was rolling the dice; for whatever reason, he was rolling them. The dice, dancing on the table, clicking, bouncing across the felt table, then still. Snake eyes.

I reinserted Emma's plug and Lush, and had her lick both Victoria and Whore to orgasms, then we locked up the office and left. We stopped to pick up take out on our way to Whore's residence where Rafi waited. The three women immediately stripped off and I introduced Emma and Rafi to each other, telling Emma that Rafi was her next lover. I told Rafi that Emma was Karen's mother and she'd just been taken off birth control. He'd be fucking her a lot over the next couple months, in return for my fucking Whore, starting tonight.

"One other thing, Rafi. I want you to get down on your knees and inspect the pussy jewelry on Ariel's cunt. She is proudly proclaiming her ownership by me. I'm waiting for Emma's husband to agree to the same type markings on her, saying that she's my slut pussy for the next couple of months."

He inspected Ariel's jewelry closely. All three of their cunts were ripe.

I further explained, "The piercing in Ariel's clitoral hood, rubs against her clit, keeping her aroused constantly, isn't that right, Ariel?"

"Yes, Master. My pussy pretty much drips all the time. Just walking around makes me aroused. If I'm still, I don't notice it as much, but how much are you really still."

"Whore, will you wear my markings like the ones that Ariel has?"

"Yes, Master."

"Your fiancée just agreed to wear my marks, Rafi, which will proclaim my ownership. She'll be wearing them as she marries you. It will take some time for them to heal, during which time, no one can fuck her. I'll allow her to suck your cock during that time."

Rafi nodded.

We ate dinner, then I gave my last instructions.

"Rafi, you're to take Emma to the guest room, and all three of her holes are available tonight, as much as you have the energy to use her. Ariel will take a movie of your initial fucking for her husband, so I want it to be a good one. He should have a very good idea of what she's going to be doing for the next couple months. Rafi, you fuck it, you lick it clean. Take care of my property. After making the movie, Ariel will join me in your fiancée's bed. Ariel, you can send the movie as is. His is the last text I sent."

"Yes, sir," they both replied. Rafi was so polite.

I fucked Whore hard for an hour, making her scream and beg for more. I hoped the knowledge that Whore was going to wear the signs of my ownership, and hearing her screams of pleasure, would drive Rafi to inspired heights of fucking Emma for Edward. Ariel slipped into bed when she was done, and I fucked her too.

******

Rafi and Whore both had to work, so we left early. I took Emma and Ariel to breakfast where I looked at the video Ariel had made (with the sound off), then asked Ariel how she'd liked Rafi.

"He was nice. He ensured I had orgasms. I had a feeling he's watched you with Whore a few times and picked up some pointers. He got really energetic every time we heard Whore scream."

"Did he use all three holes? I only saw him using your mouth and cunt in the movie."

"He did fuck my ass, and he was gentle. By then, you were done with Whore so he didn't have to be the Energizer Bunny anymore."

I took them both shopping and got some really slutty clothes at a boutique that specialized in high end slut, including shoes, thigh high stockings with garter belts, slutty lingerie. We found a dress that bared half of her bottom and left very little to the imagination in front.

"You're wearing that one out tonight, Emma, to dinner, and dancing afterwards. A quarter cup bra and no panties. You're going to be trolling to be picked up, and I doubt you'll have any problem in that department. Men will be on you like fleas on junk yard dogs. You'll pick one of them to fuck you tonight. I don't care what criteria you use to pick him. When he makes it plain he wants you, you'll have to tell him I own your pussy, and he needs to seek my permission to fuck you. If he agrees to follow the rules, you'll take him up to the hotel room and do the deed."

"What hotel room, Master?"

"The one I'm taking for the next couple of weeks at the Hyatt Regency downtown. We're taking the Presidential Suite. We're being joined tonight by another one of the wives I bred."

"Charmaine?" Ariel asked.

"Got it in one."

"She was more likely than Tracy. She'd be looking after the kids."

I also brought them to a pharmacy and told them both to buy whatever they needed for makeup, hair, menstrual cycles, etcetera, before heading to the Hyatt and taking the largest suite in the hotel. Since we had plenty of time, I made love to Emma, making sure Ariel got a movie of me doing everything to her, licking her, kissing her, having her suck my cock, fucking her to orgasmic bliss. I wanted Edward to see how thoroughly Emma had become my slut, and what Ariel captured, showed it perfectly. While I edited that movie to something small enough to send, Ariel helped Emma shave her sex bald, applying whatever oils, lotions and unguents were needed to make her bald pussy soft and baby smooth. I sent the movie of me fucking her, then her denuded cunt, and finally, Emma dressed in what she was wearing tonight, adding one clothing item at a time, in a series of pictures, until she was dressed.

The accompanying text said, Emma is going out to dinner and dancing tonight. I'm planning for her to get picked up by someone. What do you think the odds are she'll fuck some stranger who wants her?

He wrote back, About 100%.

I think you're right. I'll send a movie tomorrow of her fucking whichever stud wanted her enough to follow the rules.

Edward sent back an eggplant emoji.

Emma told me your anniversary falls on a date while I own her pussy. I'll have to plan something special for her to honor the occasion. They have a swinger's club in Seattle called Club Sapphire. Once a month, they have a themed Friday called Gang Bang night. Two weeks later, they have an Orgy night. Whichever one falls closest to her wedding anniversary, will be the one she attends.

He sent back an erupting volcano emoji.

Charmaine arrived at 6:30, and was introduced as pregnancy number six. She was wearing both her Hotwife anklet, and cuckold necklace.

"So you let Master breed you?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, although Barry is mostly infertile, so if it was going to happen, someone else was going to have to do it. It turns out Barry is a real cuckold. He loves watching me fuck other men."

"Apparently my husband does too. I saw the selfie of your pussy. Your cunt is locked up?"

"Yes, although both Barry and Brick can unlock it. It only blocks the vaginal sheathe, nothing else of importance. I have to dab more, as opposed to wipe, but it's fine."

"You have a clitoral hood piercing as well?"

"Yes, it's amazing. Even when I'm fucking a small cock like Barry's my clit gets lots of stimulation. Barry only gets to fuck me with a condom on. Brick has only fucked my ass since I got it. I'm dying to feel him fuck my pussy to see what that feels like now. I'll bet it's out of this world."

"Are you ladies ready for supper?" I asked. "We'll be dining in Daniel's Broiler, a nice steakhouse on the second floor. I'm putting a Lush in both Charmaine and Emma. We'll have a little fun with that. They have a lounge as part of the Broiler. I want Emma to walk up to the bar and stand next to some men while she orders a drink. As she walks away and they see her nice bottom, half bared, I'm sure she'll pop some boners."

If you walk into any place, restaurant, business, it doesn't make any difference; with three gorgeous women on your arm, attired in little more than lace and air, you attract attention. They see the women first, because how could they not, dressed the way they are. The women played along, strutting in like they owned the place. They certainly owned every eyeball anyway. Then, having seen the women, they look at the guy. Nothing special, looks wise, so they assume I have money, which I do. But it doesn't stop there. Why three? Why are they not screaming at each other. Why are they all smiling and laughing. Dressed like they are, they have to be fucking me. I don't look decrepit and senile, in fact, I look buff, but they still don't understand it. The three women should be in the world's largest cat fight, and they're not, so they wonder what else is going on.

Ninety-nine percent, would not think they're all in submission to me in one degree or another. It's not what pops into your mind. Exceptional lover, perhaps? (Yes, but that's me bragging.) They wonder. Maybe they're not all mine. Maybe I'm with one, and the other two are her slutty friends. Curiosity is piqued.

Our table would become more intriguing when two of the women started to orgasm. They might be able to hide some of them, but not all of them. People will notice, because they are already looking. Of course, Emma had to ask for permission to cum, which she often had to do with a waiter, or someone else at the table. Perhaps word gets spread, to other service staff, and through them, to other tables, if they didn't recognize it themselves. 'Look, Marge, that woman is having an orgasm right at the table. What a slut.'

After we got our food, I made Emma walk across the room to the bar with her Lush on. Dressed the way she was dressed, eyes were on her. Male eyes, female eyes, all watching her strut across the room, half her bottom bare. I suspected she orgasmed halfway there, pausing for a moment to let the waves dissipate, before moving forward again. She stepped into a group of three guys at the bar, and at least two of them chatted her up. I have no clue what they said, but she pointed to our table, and all three men looked at us. Their faces are riveted on her ass as she walks back.

"What did they say to you?" I asked when Emma gets back.

"They wondered if I was doing anything later. I said I was going dancing. They asked if you were going to dance with all three of us at once. I said they should ask you; it was out of my hands."

"Did you find any of them attractive?"

"They're all younger than me, fit, good looking. I guess the tall, dark haired one interested me the most."

"If they come over to ask, should I ask them to go dancing with us, or would you like to check out the club crowd instead."

Emma looked at the three men again. "I'd fuck any one of them," she said. "They look more serious and less drunk than a club crowd would be."

"That's a good slut. Charmaine, you're trolling for a fucking as well. Do you like one of those three or will you wait."

"Aren't you fucking me tonight?"

"Tomorrow. Tonight, you're fucking someone else."

She turned to look at the three men a little closer. "Theoretically, I'd fuck any one of them as well, but they have to have a larger cock than Barry's."

"Only to fuck you bareback, but you won't get to fuck any of these gents bareback. Don't know enough about them. Besides, a lot of men have a larger cock than Barry, but if you dance close to them, I'm sure you'll have a chance to determine how big they are."

"Do I get to fuck anyone else, Master?" Ariel asked.

"You get to take movies of the other two fucking, then you get to fuck me. You don't have a husband I'm trying to tease. I can't give away all my sluts."

"Thank you, sir."

The one Emma seemed most interested in was coming over. He was both taller and more handsome than me. I know where my strengths are, and looks is fairly low on the list.

He leaned over between Emma and me and introduced himself. "James Latimore," putting out his hand. I took it and said, "Brick Harman, the woman to my right is Emma Daugherty, to my left is Ariel Nygard, and across the table is Charmaine Reed. What can I do you for?"

"Emma mentioned you're going dancing later. How does that work?"

"How does what work?"

"Do you all get up and dance as one big group?"

"No, pretty much one by one, although I'm sure the girls could dance together," I said. "None of them are too fussy when it comes to dance partners." Referring to more than dances, obviously.

"I see Emma has a wedding band on. Are you married?"

"Her husband would be very upset if I tried to claim I was married to her, I do own her pussy for the next couple of months though."

James backed up a half step, while Emma blushed.

"Own her pussy?"

"Pretty much all of her, I suppose, except her heart, but only for two months." I pointed to Charmaine. "I also own her pussy." I pointed to Ariel. "I own every bit of her."

James was processing, and not doing a great job of it. He was silent, trying to grasp the new information.

Emma had been building up towards an orgasm for quite a few minutes, now interrupted by James coming to the table. She'd tried waiting it out, but I was dragging out the conversation for fun and she was getting desperate.

"Master, may I please cum," she finally said.

"Yes you may, Slut."

She had a wickedly delightful orgasm, shuddering in her seat.

I had to ratchet it up a notch. "Did you cum while you were walking to the bar to get your drink?"

"Yes, Master."

"You didn't have permission. Ten more swats to your tits and cunt with the whip."

"A whip? To her tits and cunt?" James said, bug eyed.

"It's not as dramatic as it sounds. More like a nine-stranded flogger. It's entirely possible she'll orgasm. Ariel does most of the time." I took another bite of steak. "There's a dance club a half a block from here. We intend to get there around nine. If you want, you can meet us there. You boys can dance with any one of these special girls."

He looked at all of us again. "I'll let the others know."

"Are you sure you didn't scare him away?" Ariel asked. "He seemed pretty jolted."

"I definitely gave him a lot to think about. He'll probably want to consult with his buddies, but they are three and I'm one, and even if I'm a total wacko, they might think they can take me if needed."

"Can they?" Emma asked.

"Probably, but not without getting hurt. I'm strong, but I'm not a martial artist. I got into exercise and weights for fitness and to bulk up my body. I was pretty nerdy in high school and college. Got picked on some in junior high. Had to knock a few heads together in high school to get them to leave me alone."