Morgana's Gift Pt. 01-05

"Vigorous?"

She stood up, still holding onto his wrist, pulling him to his feet. "Let's go and introduce you. You can see for yourself." She picked up the box and they both exited the room.

The two walked down the hallway and opened a door leading into a study, a room lined with bookshelves, and in the center, facing away from the them, a girl on her knees atop a pillow, her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, dressed in a white oxford shirt and a green plaid skirt with long white stockings. Even though it was clear she'd heard the door open, she didn't turn around or even look over her shoulder, waiting patiently.

Kevin looked at Elizabeth, who gestured for him to enter the room, so he did, and she moved in right behind him, closing the door after them. They walked into the room and around the girl so Kev could get a look at her. She was lovely, fit, tanned, in her early twenties he would've guessed, and was smiling up at him like he was the greatest thing she'd ever seen. She clearly didn't have a bra on beneath the shirt, and her nipples were stiff as rocks. Her hands were folded behind her back, to make her whole body thrust his way.

"Kev, I'd like you to meet Ashley. She would like to be the first to join your harem."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," Ashley purred up at him, not getting off her knees. "I hope I'm to your satisfaction."

"I, uh..." Kevin was a little lost for words.

"Ashley," Elizabeth said, "tell Kev what you told me you're looking for."

"Mmmm. I want to be your fucktoy, sir. I specifically want to be your first so that when you just need to use someone, to fuck them within an inch of their life, I'll be the first name on your lips. I've been spending too much of my time with fumbling college boys who want to be gentle and tender, or worse, just violent and abusive. Trying to find someone to pin me down and fuck the shit out of me who doesn't also want to beat me until I'm black and blue has been an utter fucking drag. But that's just what you want, and I want that too."

Elizabeth set the box down on a desk off to one side, turning back to look at him. "Would you like that, sir?"

Kev stepped in a little closer to Ashley and had to stop himself from reaching out to touch her face. He'd started to reach forward towards her, and she'd started leaning towards him in response. "This is all some kind of joke, isn't it?"

"Put a collar on her and find out."

"Fine, I'll bite." Kev was absolutely prepared for them to start laughing at any moment, but until they did, he really didn't see himself with much to lose. "Give her one of the pendants, and then I want you to sit and watch as she gives me the best damn blowjob she's capable of. Hell, more than watch. I want you to counsel her. Encourage her. As dirty as you can."

Elizabeth's smile widened, as she opened the box, her tongue wetting those lips of hers that were dark scarlet with sultry lipstick. "Oh good. I was afraid I was going to have to convince you to let me stay for the fun. And as for the pendant, Ashley wanted something a bit more... skintight." She opened the box and reached into it, drawing a velvet choker out from it, a small broach in the center of it with a smoky gemstone that matched the one in his ring. She held the choker out to him, and he slowly took it from her. "You need to be the one to do it, though."

Kevin looked down at Ashley, who was trying her best to sit still, but she was wriggling and squirming like a child eager to open her Christmas present."You sure you want this?"

"Absolutely. More than anything." Those deep blue eyes of hers held his gaze like salvation lay within. "I'll do anything you want. Call you Sir. Daddy. Master. Whatever you want. And I've even got a cherry to put on top." His eyes stayed fixed on her, as she offered up a shy smile, almost the barest hint of nervousness beneath it. "I've only got one virginal hole left, but it's all yours, my final cherry. If you want it." She bit her bottom lip, the smile turning primal. "I hope you want it. I'd say I want to give it to you, but that's not entirely true. I really want you to take it. To fuck me in my tight little virginal ass. Because it'll be yours. So do it. Collar me. Take me. Make me your bitch. Your tight young whore. Your giggly, eager, willing little fucktoy. Please. Sir." She pulled her shoulders back further, her arms with her wrists crossed, her head tilted up to offer her neck to him as much as she could.

He reached forward and slowly brought the choker across her skin, moving to close the clasp as he saw Ashley shiver, her smile widening. He almost thought he heard a hint of a moan pouring from her throat. "Okay, you've been collared, so--"

As soon as he pulled his hands back, hers were moving forward in a rush straight for his belt. There was no mistaking the primal moan erupting from her lips now as she nearly ripped his jeans open, her fingernails painted a bright red. "God, I've never wanted to suck a dick so much in my entire fucking life," Ashley cooed at him as she tugged his jeans and boxers down, his cock springing forth to slap her in the face. She immediately pushed her lips down on it, no hint of patience as her eyes kept focused on his while she slid the entire length of his thick dick into her throat. He could feel her throat clenching a little, struggling to accommodate him, but she was determined to push until her lips were wrapped around the base. He could see those lovely blue eyes of hers watering up, but refused to let him pull back until her nose was against the base of his cock, holding there for a moment before drawing back, coughing just a little bit as she gasped for air.

Elizabeth purred a little bit, sliding up behind Kevin, smoothing one of her hands across his chest as she rested her chin on his shoulder, looking down as Ashley pushed her mouth back down to his balls again. "Voracious little slut you've got there, sir," she whispered into his ear. "I'm impressed she can get the whole fucking thing in her throat."

"It's unfair me being fully dressed like this and --"

Ashley's hands leaped from his hips to immediately fold her fingertips into the edges of her Oxford shirt and ripped it open, causing all the buttons to pop off and fly across the room, exposing her perky tits. She wasn't anywhere near as curvy as Elizabeth was, but they were still a decent handful. Her pink nipples looked stiff enough to cut glass. She pulled her head back to gasp for air and look up at Elizabeth, a string of spit connecting her mouth to his dick as she grinned, frantic and a little crazed. "You weren't kidding about the taste."

"The taste?" Kevin asked Elizabeth. "What's she talking about?"

Elizabeth giggled, nuzzling up against him. "One of those little surprises mentioned earlier. Your cum, precum included, will taste sweet, custom tailored to each woman's desires." He could feel Elizabeth's heavy tits pressed against his back firmly as her hand reached down to stroke a bit of Ashley's hair from her face. "What's it taste like to you, slut?"

Ashley giggled, her tongue slathering over the head of his cock. "Super sweet, like cotton candy. It makes me shiver each time I taste it." She pushed her mouth back down and then pulled up quickly only to slide her lips back down again, almost fucking her face onto his dick.

Elizabeth nibbled on his earlobe, letting her tongue tease the shell of it. "She doesn't really need my encouragement, Sir," she whispered at him. "And I'm actually getting a little jealous. When you're fucking my face for the first time, I'm going to make sure I've got thick mascara on so I'll have it running down my cheeks before you're done. But you're going too gentle on her, I think."

"Oh?" Kevin laughed a little bit. "What should I be doing instead?"

"Something like this," Elizabeth said as her hand grabbed the girl's blonde ponytail and pushed, holding her face down for a long moment, until one of Ashley's hands reached to grab one of Elizabeth's calves, at which point she pulled the girl's head back. Elizabeth giggled into Kevin's ear, as Ashley panted for air, but refused to pull away, her tongue still lapping at his shaft. "See? Nothing wrong with skullfucking a slut every now and again. Besides, you love it, don't you, you little whore?"

"Mmmm... Yes ma'am," Ashley said just before her mouth pushed back down onto his cock. "But if it's okay, I'd very much like to be fucked now."

"That's really up to him, isn't it? But you could ask him."

"Sir?" Ashley turned her eyes back up to him. "Can you please fuck me now?"

"Are you sure that's what you want, Ashley?"

"More than fucking anything."

"Give Elizabeth a kiss then get on your hands and knees on the pillow," Kevin said.

Elizabeth moaned softly as she crouched down, taking Ashley's chin in her fingers, tilting her head up. "What a lucky little fuckpet you are," she said, before kissing the younger girl. Elizabeth couldn't help herself and pushed her tongue into Ashley's mouth, shivering hard as an orgasm rushed through her body, the taste of Kevin's cum on Ashley's tongue setting it off inside of her. Eventually she drew in the strength to pull back from Ashley's lips. "God how I envy you, you little whore. Now get down on your hands and knees, and pull up that skirt for your Master."

The blonde girl nodded and turned around, keeping her knees on the pillow as much as possible, before she bent forward, falling onto her hands. Slowly, she drew up one hand and snaked it behind her, reaching to draw her skirt up slowly until it rest at her waist, hiked over her pert apple shaped ass. "All yours, sir."

Kevin moved down to his knees behind her, reaching one hand between the girl's legs to smooth his hand against her snatch. He'd never felt someone so drenched in his entire life. "God, she's fucking soaked."

Elizabeth laughed again, moving to sit in a plush chair he hadn't noticed until she took it. "You made her that way. You'll make them all that way. It's hard to resist, isn't it?"

The whole dreamlike state felt particularly heightened as he rubbed the tip of his cock across her twat, feeling her shiver, trying to get him lined up so she could push onto it, but Kevin kept moving, not yet letting himself impale her. "Very much so."

"Go on then. Enjoy yourself."

He set his hands on her hips and let her wiggle until the mushroom head of his dick was properly aligned, and then let her push herself back onto it, his hands more holding onto her hips than pulling her on, as a groan escaped his lips. "Fuck, she's fucking tight."

"Teenage pussy usually is, you'll find," Elizabeth said.

"Teenage?"

"Ashley's only eighteen, Kevin. She'll be a freshman at UCLA in the fall, won't you, dear?"

"Nnnnnhhhhh.... yes, ma'am."

"When was the last time you fucked a teenager, Kevin?"

"I've," he muttered, "I've never fucked a teenager. I didn't lose my virginity until my twenties."

"Ah, well then," Elizabeth said as she reached over and poured herself a glass of bourbon before raising it up in a toast. "Mazel tov. To your first, since she certainly won't be your last."

He drew back and then thrust forward again, far less hesitant than before.

"That's it," Elizabeth said to him. "Really give it to the little bitch. She told you she likes it rough."

He surprised even himself when he lifted a hand and slapped Ashley's ass with a loud spank, the girl squealing delightedly in response. "Fuck yeah, daddy," the girl shouted at him. "Spank me like the slut I am."

Elizabeth took a draw from the liquor then rose to her feet, setting the glass back down on a table, as she walked over and knelt down in front of Ashley, her stockings skidding a little on the wood floor. She reached up a hand and slapped Ashley in the face, not brutally hard, but enough to smart, certainly. "Whose slut are you?"

"His slut, ma'am!"

"Don't tell me, you silly slut. Tell him."

Ashley looked back over her shoulder at him and those bright blue eyes flared with an intensity that almost frightened him. "I'm your slut, sir. Fuck me. Fuck your little teenage fucktoy. Fuck me like the whore I am for you. Fuck your whore, daddy. Pound me. Your dick feels so fucking good. Pound me. Fuck my hole. I wanna feel you cumming in my cunt. So fucking good. Fill me full. Pour it in me. Cum in my cunt, Master. Cum inside me. Gimme that cum."

"Tug her hair before you do, will you?" Elizabeth said to him, her voice perfectly calm.

Kevin grabbed Ashley's ponytail and yanked it, feeling his nuts drawing up and just as he started to unload inside of the teenager's silky snatch, she started spasming and clenching on his cock, trying her best to milk as much cum out of him as she could.

Just as Ashley began clamping down on Kevin's dick in the throes of orgasm, Elizabeth fished out a phone from the pocket of her suit jacket and took a photo of the young girl's face. The flash from the cell phone was a dead giveaway.

He slumped a little forward, his hand pressed against the small of her back, and Ashley's hands slipped out from under her, as her shoulders braced against the edge of the pillow, a satisfied moan burbling from her throat.

Elizabeth crawled forward and leaned her head down to push her mouth onto his cock, suckling it clean before pulling her head back. "So, did I do well, sir?"

""Fuck, she's delightful. I should give you the job right now."

She smirked up at him, putting the phone in the back pocket of his jeans. "I'm gonna get a picture like that for every girl you take in, so you see their O face whenever they call you. It's her contact photo. You'll have to get used to carrying two cellphones, but it'll be second nature before you know it."

"Fuck, I need to take a break."

"Let me take you to the master bedroom," Elizabeth said, moving to her feet before helping him up. "You can have a nap, and later tonight, we can talk the actual business and next steps." She tugged his jeans back up, buttoning them up for him.

"What about her?" Kevin said, gesturing to Ashley.

"I'll send her along to crawl in bed with you." The teenage girl was slumped in a puddle on the pillow, still trembling in the aftershocks of the orgasm. "Once the slut can stand, anyway..."

Intermission One -- Born To Run

A short nap, as it turned out, had morphed into a long sleep. Kevin didn't normally go to bed at five in the evening, but as soon as he'd crawled into that massive king-sized bed, he'd put his head down onto the pillow and passed right out and slept until morning. He had been sure he'd gotten into bed wearing most of his clothes, so he was sure surprised when he awoke completely naked, except for the ring, naturally. By the look of the sky outside of the giant window overlooking Los Angeles, it had to be early morning, with the sun just breaking on the horizon. That was the second thing he'd noted when he woke up.

The first had been that Ashley was slowly bobbing her head up and down on his cock, her tongue taking its time in slathering every inch of his shaft. It was a leisurely pace, as if she was simply enjoying his morning wood without trying to intentionally awaken him. She was on her knees, completely naked except for the collar around her throat. Sitting next to her on the bed was Elizabeth, who stroked the girl's hair from time to time. "She insisted she be allowed to wake you, sir," Elizabeth said to him. "I assured her you wouldn't mind too much." She had changed from a business suit into something significantly more casual, a large t-shirt hanging over what Kev assumed had to be shorts.

"It shouldn't be an every morning kind of thing," Kevin said, "but I wouldn't mind it once or twice a week." Now that he was awake, Ashley had dialed back on the hesitation to her pace, and was thrusting her face onto his cock faster now, glucking each time the tip of his shaft hit the back of her throat. The girl clearly knew what she wanted, and didn't want to wait for it, not that Kevin could put up all that much in the way of resistance.

"You hear that, Ashley?"

She pulled her head off, hovering just over his cock so she could speak. "Yes ma'am."

Elizabeth swatted the girl hard on the ass. "Don't tell me. Tell him."

"Yes sir, I won't do it every morning. Twice a week." And then she immediately dove back to her task, wrapping her lips around his dick as if it pained her to take her mouth off of it.

"She'll probably just end up fucking you awake at least once or twice a week as well, if you don't tell her not to, although once there are more women in this bed, we'll be able to keep her in check a bit better. Such a thirsty little slut, but then I knew she would be."

"How did you even find her?"

"Her mother is my old college roommate," Elizabeth said with a smile. Kevin was surprised. He'd guessed that Elizabeth was in her early 30s, but if she had a college roommate with a daughter going off to college herself, she had to be in early 40s instead, not that he minded. As if reading his mind, she continued. "Hopefully that doesn't make you think I'm too old for you, but I've watched Ashley grow up over the years. I'm even her godmother. She needed someone older to talk to who wasn't her mother, so I know all of her dirty little secrets. And when she wanted to dabble in more sapphic delights, I was a safe outlet for her. She had been complaining to me the day after my first meeting with Ms. La Fey that she'd been having such rotten luck with boys lately, and hoped that LA would be better in the fall. She's from Ohio, and moved in with me so I could present her to you. If you'd decided to pass on her, she would've just moved into the dorm from my place in August when classes start."

Having a conversation while being blown had never been a challenge Kev had been presented with before now, and he was thankful Elizabeth was doing most of the talking, as he could feel Ashley's tongue slathering over his cock, her cheeks denting in when she inhaled hard on his shaft. "Her mother isn't going to mind... all of this?"

"Oh, you won't keep her forever, sir," Elizabeth said with a sultry laugh. "Ashley will stay with you throughout college, but once she graduates, she'll head back into the boring real world and try to find someone to settle down with. Sooner, I suppose, if the opportunity presents itself while she's in school and you decide to allow her."

"If I decide? I have that kind of power?"

"Sir," Eizabeth sighed, a wry smile implying the slightly disappointed tone was more in amusement than actual dismay. "For the time being, you own her. She's yours. Dye her hair if you want, or pierce her nipples. Make her answer the door completely naked when you have pizza delivered. I mean, if you decide you actually want her to stick around her entire life, I suspect she would entertain the idea, but I somehow anticipated you would eternally rotate in new fucktoys into your stable, so you always have a coed plaything in the first position."

"You make me sound so cruel, Elizabeth, as if I'd kick her to the curb."

"She's getting something out of it, Kevin. You're giving her the sexual experience she wants for now. Beyond that, you're also giving her a place to stay, food to eat and paying for her college, out of your sizable resources."

"I am?"

"It's part of the setup that Ms. La Fey suggested," Elizabeth said. "She made a point to help me out with a few key details."

Almost as if their conversation was challenging her moment, Ashley started to thrust her face into Kevin's crotch as quickly as she could, bobbing her head fiercely, her tongue wildly slashing across his skin. He couldn't resist long, and in moments, he found himself blasting a load of hot cum into the girl's mouth.

Ashley pulled her head back, her lips pursed tightly together, and looked up at Elizabeth before getting up onto just her knees next to the older woman. Elizabeth leaned in and pressed her lips against the girl's, a searingly erotic kiss between the two, as Ashley passed some of his cum into Elizabeth's mouth, making her tremble for a long moment before the two broke the kiss.