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I took a breath, "Up until you girls, every woman I got serious with was either trying to trap me with one or get me to be the daddy to one she already had."
Sam froze again, "OH MASTER, I DIDN'T MEAN... I MEAN I..." she was practically crying.
I pulled her down and then bottomed my cock into her pussy, making her squeak. "I know what you meant," and held her tight for a long deep passionate kiss, "and I'm not a big fan of dirty diapers."
Sam pulled back up to her hands above my shoulders, starting to rock back and forth on my cock, squeezing me on every down stroke. "Don't know many men that are..." she said with a grin.
She started really working my cock in her pussy, rotating her hips forward working the tip of my cock against her g-spot, then rotating back and grinding her clit into me. I was really enjoying watching her enjoy herself on me, when she stopped, sat upright, and ground herself down as deep as she could.
"What about Maria and Maya..." she said very deliberately.
I smiled at her and made her lean forward by pulling her down with her nipple jewelry, then flicking her nipples with my tongue. "They're kinda growing on me..." and pulled her down and took her nipple jewelry in my teeth and tugged her into a nice orgasm around my cock, feeling her spasm and clench as she flowed and squirted.
Sam collapsed as soon as I let go of her jewelry, panting in my ear, then pushed off to roll to one side. Behind her was Nicole, with Brittany leaning over and cupping a tit. Sam pushed me the other way, and there was Maria, holding Maya. She looked a little apprehensive until I held out a hand to her.
She laid Maya down next to me, then laid beside her cradling her between us. "Are you sure Master?" then lowered her eyes.
I lifted her chin to make her look at me, "Last I checked you weren't trying to trap me."
She smiled and leaned for a kiss, "Well maybe just a little..." then cupped her tit lifting it to offer me a drink.
I lifted Maya from between us and handed her to Sam, then rolled over Maria, putting one knee between her legs and then leaning down for a nice kiss. I looked down at her tits, then back up at her. "That's more like blackmail," bringing my other knee over to get her to spread her legs smiling at her.
"Who me?" she said grinning back at me as she lifted her legs and put her heels in my ass, drawing me toward her waiting pussy.
"Definitely!" I grunted as I slid into her in one stroke, laying on those tits and trapping them between us as I gave her another long kiss. I kissed my way along her jaw like I did the other night, but this time with no chocolate being applied by someone else. This time it was just me enjoying her body while I gave her little hard thrusts while grinding into her clit.
Arching up to keep my cock as deep in her as possible while I nibbled my way down her shoulder to the top of her tits. Watching her lift one to my lips as she wrapped her legs as tightly around my ass as she could, then thrusting with everything I had as I drew her milk from her. Not the long hard deep thrusts, but those bottoming out and wanting to go deeper thrusts, feeling her pussy clenching around my whole cock thrusts.
I nipped at her nipple as I drove into her hard and deep. Maria wrapped her hands around my head holding me tight as she began screaming and squirting against me. Heels in my ass humping me from underneath, her pussy squirting against me as her milk squirted in my mouth.
"MMmmmmMMMMMmmmmmPPPHHH!" I yelled with my mouth full as I began unloading into her. Matching her shot for shot, mine deep into her spasming pussy, hers splashing against my cock. Her body spasming under me as her milk squirted into my mouth...
We laid there for a bit, her pussy spasming around my cock every so often, my cock responding to her out of pure instinct trying to unload another shot when she wanted it.
Maria rolled off me, and there was a gentle mouth on me cleaning me, I was too exhausted to open my eyes to see who. Maria moaned, so I'm assuming she was being cleaned as well, either by a gentle tongue or a soft towel. The only light went out... and so did I...
For those of you that have stuck with me on this series, thank you. And don't forget to scroll down a bit further to vote, it is appreciated. But remember... it is a series!
An upcoming Sci-Fi story.
We've all had those dreams as little kids, jumping off the porch toward a pile of leaves, and feeling like we were floating for just a second. Jumping for the tree branch or the basketball hoop, and had that feeling of just hanging in mid air for that split second.
Of course we all know it's just our imagination...
Or is it...
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 8 years agoAnd ACUP I totally agree with your position on the milking of the Slavery issue.
In US Citizens No one alive has been a slave and no one alive has owned a slave.
People need to get over it. The Torture and Murdering of the Jewish in Europe by Hitler and co. was more recent and no-one mentions that in ordinary discussion these days. Many deny it even happened. No one denies slavery existed.
Some very interesting facts about Slavery are mostly unknown and ignored by those playing the Race card;
FACT #1: The First slave owner in America was a Black man.
FACT #2: The owner of the most slaves in America by one person was a Black man.
FACT #3: Every black slave in America was sold into slavery by a Black person in Africa.
FACT #4: Many Indentured Slaves were poor Whites that got blackmailed into the position trying to get to America.
FACT #5: A much higher percentage of Slaves were owned by Blacks than by Whites. Yes more total slaves were owned by Whites than Blacks, but More of the Black population by percentage of total population owned slaves than Whites by percentage of total population owned slaves. Most white people could not afford slaves. Some could. A higher percentage of blacks had the income to support slaves. Thus the odd percentages.
So ACUP, Press on, you have the right to make any story you want. I spent a career in the Military to Ensure that.
Those that don't like it can go whine to the other bigots and assholes, We don't need to listen to them.
Ramjet
Msgt, USAF, Ret.
Anonymousover 8 years agoNice story so far I hope you have an ending to it or at least come back and finish it
Rasmatover 9 years ago1. I saw no "The End"
2. Of the four, Maria had the the longest bridge to cross: snooty social climbing mom and sister, buried feelings of racial subordinance, the rape and resultant fatherless child, and the obvious cold, loveless upbringing.
3. Nicole obviously felt no threat from Maria, only love for her as did Danny; as they all did for each other.
4. They all seemed to realize how much they each and all were blessed by the love they had found together.
5. Slave was not meant literally. They all knew that. It was merely an admission of the position each of the women willingly assumed.
Remember, Nicole was also Mistress of the house.
In the eight months I've been reading here, I've found a handful of authors who impressed me.
Acup is now at the TOP of my list.
acupover 9 years agoAuthor...maybe the whole reason is to point out that some people can't seem to get past the cultural history... Hmmmmm?
There are too many in today's culture that believe the cultural divide cannot be over come, I take the opinion that too many don't want to over come it because then they will have to take responsibility for their own short comings, either personal or financial.
I may loose some readers over this viewpoint, but I tend to look toward the possibilities of the future, not dwell on the past that cannot be changed.
And while it may be a bit of a fantasy story, it seems that fiction sells a whole lot more than history... why else would all the tabloid magazines still be sold at the check out stands?
