The Ponytail Express Ch. 14

Translation--"Santo Cielo, sa ballare" apparently means Holy shit, he can dance. At least that's what google told me.

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Ponytail Express

Chapter 14: Date Night

Gavin Macross

Cantella Forks Hotel

Sunday, 6:45pm

Fred heard the women talking in the suite while he checked himself out in the mirror. He wore a three-piece suit only twice in his life-senior prom and his father's funeral-and had horrible memories of both. He was styling a brown suit and best over a light blue collared shirt. He checked out his cufflinks before commenting.

"It looks good. My Ah! Compliments, Jessica."

Jessica D'Amico reluctantly pulled herself away from her Master's hard cock to appraise the ensemble.

"Best I could do on short notice, Master," she said, as a line of saliva dripped from both her chin and Fred's shiny cock. "It should do for dancing in this place, but we need to upgrade your fashion. Trust me, I'm worth it."

Fred heard the jump rope queen's arrogant tone, deciding to let it go. Her cock sucking skills improved over the past 24 hours. Jessica had given Fred's cock lipstick rings. He didn't mind.

"All my women are," Fred agreed. "Mouth, Jessica."

The arrogant blond haughtily returned to her meal, humming around his cock. Her hand crept under her dress to her own sex before he heard Fred's voice; gentle, yet firm.

"Do not pleasure yourself until my cum is in your throat. You cum after me, Jessica."

Jessica looked up at the sandy blond-haired young man looking down at her with a playfully stern expression. The toned Italian spent three hours pampering him this afternoon, getting him a shave, haircut, and nice clothes. Normally irresistible, Master looked three times more handsome. The floozies she had to share him with didn't deserve him like this. Funny how easy it had been to break up with her boyfriend. Fred never struck her as someone who would rise above the station of the unwashed middle class. Did Fred have money? She seemed to remember that he did, but that must have been a dream.

The reality was she was falling for him. The thought of sharing with the other whores made her jealously wet. The thought of sharing him with Deb made her thighs squirm as her pussy wept. Jessica was coming to grips with the reality that someone else's happiness meant more than her own. There was nothing she wouldn't do for him.

"Cumming!"

She already knew; her hands kneaded his nuts while the other squeezed his ass. Jessica felt his both his hands grip her head, and as the first jets of Fred's seed spackled the inside of her mouth, her pussy clenched in orgasm. Master didn't have to hold her in place. She doubted he could have pried her off.

"Mmmmmm! Hmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!" With each successive rope of gooey baby batter, her toned body spasmed. Never had she tasted anything so good! She swallowed all of it, eyes not leaving her Master's, his eyes locked on hers revealing his approval. His pulsating cock and panting breath added to her excitement.

"Take it, Slave."

It was more than orgasmic bliss that fueled her desire. She beamed with pride, looking up at how magnificent her Master looked in the three-piece suit she got him. Swallowing the last of his addictive sperm while on her knees in a bathroom, Jessica D'Amico was falling in love.

"Thank you, Master," she said reverently.

Deb spent the last two days coming to grips with her own burgeoning abilities. Her near constant physical contact with Fred over the past week had resulted in the development of her own set of abilities.

She now had an acute sense of smell, like her lover. She'd adopted his pheromone abilities, so she could influence anyone close depending on governing factors, like the size of an area.

Eddie Terry wasn't wrong when he accused her of being a freak last night; when Guppy slammed her into the wall, the second time should have resulted in a hospital visit and broken ribs. It was logical to assume it was the pheromones changing her body.

She wondered if she could have beaten Marcus Gibson. Probably not; just because she absorbed more punishment than normal didn't mean she wasn't still hurt. Bruises all over her body hampered movement today. They needed a boring day.

Not that today hadn't been extremely busy. She'd gotten inked today, as had Freddy, before Jessica took him shopping. Deb had touched base with several ladies today and her family. The entire harem was assembled, looking forward to the date tonight. All signs pointed to a hedonistic orgy.

Unless Freddy surprised her. Deb knew she'd be down for whatever. Having all those women there would be fun.

In a week of firsts, she'd been hit with another admission; she was falling in love with Mia, and she didn't know how to process that. She was deeply in love with Freddy too, of course.

She loved Oni, too; the way she tasted, even her obsession with becoming pregnant started growing on her. Deb was attracted to all the women, even Jessica, treacherous bitch that she was.

Deb had visions of waking up in the marital bed, sandwiched between Freddy and the humorous redhead. Kids running through a large home somewhere in the countryside danced in her mind. Some were hers, some Mia's, some Oni's. Deb could tell Mia felt the same. She hoped Mia did.

She had to put those feelings away because Fred came out of the bathroom and looked hotter than anything she'd ever seen before. Styling a fashionable three-piece suit, he moved in a comfortable, loose-limbed way that confident men moved.

"Nice, Freddy." She said.

Fred left Jessica in the bathroom, strolling out to meet his harem for date night.

Deb said something, but it was drowned out by cat calls.

Alexandra, Thalina, Oni, Mia, Niamh, and Deb were waiting for him, and they all looked dressed to kill. They were a collection of sexy dresses, lipstick and predatory looks. A voice in Fred's mind told him to get used to this while another said enjoy it while it lasts.

"Looking good, sir," Thalina smiled, looking resplendent in a blue criss-cross satin dress with a wrap hem. It was a dangerous dress to wear. The dark-skinned beauty adjusted her hem enough to show him a pair of black thong undies. Her braces gleamed, but she must have had contacts since she was without her eyeglasses. The sexy as hell librarian would've looked great. She was still the sexiest nerd in the city.

Alexandra merely nodded, choosing to remain the background. Fred took in her gorgeous body, noting a familiar fashion; high hemmed dresses. A black dress appeared conservative from the front, but when she twirled, it revealed the open back, scandalously low over the small of her back to the visible beginning of her wonderful derriere.

Mia was cat calling him, but her orange dress covered little as well. Her huge tits fought to break out of the thin fabric, and it was plain her nipples were trying to stab their way to freedom. The dress came up to just above the knees but was open on the outside thigh up to a dangerous level that suggested... with a sniff Fred realized the redhead was going commando. Holy shit.

Niamh was more conservative than the others, dressed in a white dinner gown. Today wasn't easy for either her or Mia-they both suffered from a case of the body aches-but neither cousin wanted to miss a group date, plus getting acquainted with the rest of the harem. Laughing along with the other women, like her cousin, she enjoyed what life provided.

Deb wore an elegant coral lace prom dress that looked fucking fantastic. If possible, she looked more pleasant and wholesome than usual. That "Girl Next Door" vibe, coupled with her insane body, made her appear unattainable. Her blond hair was, of course, pulled back in a ponytail.

Oni wore a short sun goddess dress the color of aspen gold that clung sensuously to her lean runner's physique. Long, raven-black hair shimmered with extra volume and fullness.

Fred had never seen so much lipstick since senior prom. The only difference was how much of that lipstick was going to end up on his cock. Probably all of it, he thought, suppressing a giggle.

"I'm not kissing any of you on the lips because I don't want to smear anything. You all went to a lot of trouble to look fucking outstanding. I scouted out the dance hall downstairs. I think we're in for a good time tonight.

"Nice, Fred!" Oni gave him a hug, followed by the rest of the women.

Fred noted one curious note about the group-no one wore perfume or deodorant of any kind. They all exuded the unique scent, signaling they were all part of the harem. Even newcomer Niamh couldn't help but submit to it. While not being an actual member until this morning, she'd been exposed since Friday night, when he first met the ephemeral beauty, almost withered away to nothing in the cathouse trailer park. Two days later, instead of being tethered to a toilet, she wore the flush of recovery.

Jessica caught up to the rest, having reapplied her lipstick and adjusted her own elegant dress.

"Ladies, let's go. It's date time!" The sexy Italian exclaimed.

Seven women and one man got on the loud elevator as the women conversed. Hands were held, glances were stolen. Anticipation and excitement mounted in equal measure.

Under the noise, Mia leaned into Fred's ear.

"Niamh thinks your cum cured her withdrawal," she said. "Is that a fact?"

Fred didn't want to lie, saying, "Yes."

He caught the look between them; Mia's slight nod signaling Niamh was correct in the assumption. Niamh's eyes on Fred's, both thankful and alluring. He leaned into Mia's ear.

"This means I'm fucking Niamh sooner rather than later, isn't it?"

The redhead said, "Sometime this week, you're getting us both in your bed. Think about what you want to see us do to each other."

"Holy fuck," Fred murmured.

"Exactly right," Mia agreed, an "aw, shucks" grin plastered on her face.

"I have an announcement before we go dancing," Thalina said. "I'm not wearing contacts. I have perfect eyesight."

Fred's eyes widened. The women murmured. Eyes turned to him.

"I wonder who could've been responsible for that," said Mia sarcastically.

"I feel like I'm ten years younger," Alexandra said to no one in particular.

Niamh smiled, saying, "Deb fed me Fred's cum after he blasted my cousin's asshole wide open with his insane cock."

Thalina laughed, but most of the women just blushed.

"Freddy's pheromones improved my physical performance. I could probably qualify for the Olympics if I wanted. I sure as hell kicked ass last night." Deb said, chuckling.

"Fred's going to give me a super-baby," Oni announced.

"I want to have his baby too," Jessica added meekly.

"Fuck you, Jessica," Oni and Mia said at the same time.

"Ladies," Fred established dominance. "Let's dance."

The elevator opened theatrically. Fred offered an arm to Alexandra and Thalina, who both seized the opportunity, literally.

"Fred's cum made me want to fuck him," Mia said in a fake southern drawl. "Stars n garters his cock gives me the vapors!" She used an imaginary hand-fan to cool her face, drawing laughter from the women, who were realizing Fred was more than just their Master.

The herd of women were quite the scene, running the gamut from elegant to sexy. One thing was for sure. People cleared the way. The collective scent from the group put out an intense aroma that caused them to be

Five minutes later, they sat slack-jawed and shocked, watching Fred dance with Thalina.

Jessica said, "Santo Cielo, sa ballare!"

"Fucker can dance," Mia said, watching dreamily.

Niamh leaned forward. "I'll knife fight with anyone who wants to be next."

"You're on," Oni said.

Deb wore a huge smile. "Of all the shit that happened this week, this is the best thing."

"Maybe not the best thing," Oni countered.

"I agree with Deb. That's not the ScSc out there; that's 100% Frederick Markinson."

"I won't fight you Niamh," Alexandra said, "but I'm not waiting here, either."

The latin beauty took to the dance floor. The group traded glances, then followed suit.

"A professor shall lead them," Mia joked, producing another round of titters.

"Oh my god, you dance like they do on the TV show! Fred, you could be that show!"

Fred foxtrotted with the dark-skinned beauty, twirling her round, then pulling her close. She moved with him gracefully, but she was a novice compared to Fred.

"Tell you a secret," Fred said when he pulled her close. "I was named after a famous dancer. Can you guess who?"

He dipped her, then pulled her back to eye level, giving her a quick peck on the lips as they glided across the floor. Thalina wore a dazed, faraway look.

"I think I just came, sir." she said.

Fred chuckled. "I'll set you down, then."

"Never let me go, sir." Thalina said. "I love you." Her perfect eyes gleamed with devotion.

Minutes later, Fred danced with both Alexandra and Niamh, pulling them both to him. Neither woman cared about the stares they received as they first kissed Fred, then each other on the lips.

"Hi," Niamh said, looking at the dark-haired latin beauty. "I'm Niamh. I'm a whore."

"Hello Niamh," Alexandra said, staring at the alabaster vision. "I'm Alexandra. I'm Fred's slut and I'll do anything for him."

"Maybe you're both right," Fred said after pulling them both in again. "But you're also my women and that makes you special. I'm glad you're both doing so well."

"Alexandra, if I told you to leave your husband, what would you do?"

"Quit it all to be with you," she said without so much as a pause. "And the others."

"Niamh, if I handed you a-"

"-I'd do whatever you asked, Fred," the porcelain beauty said, conviction in her voice. "Twice."

"When we're done here, a ton of sex will be had."

Niamh nodded. "Tell me something I didn't already know."

Fred wore a wolfish grin. "I hope you both partake."

Both the raven-haired professor and the pale beauty laughed, revealing their intentions.

Fred Cha-Cha'd with Alexandra, switching to West Coast Swing with Niamh. He alternated perfectly with the ladies.

The unassuming sandy blond was in his element. Coupled with his pheromones, both women were at his mercy. Alexandra's dress rode up higher and higher. Smelling it before he saw it, the latin professor orgasmed on the dance floor.

"Oh god," Alexandra announced. "I need to sit down."

"Save another dance for me, Alexandra," Fred said, pleased with the way the mature, sexy woman submitted to him. Reverential awe mixed with post orgasmic bliss made an already sexy woman even sexier. He wanted her.

Her nostrils flared. She sensed his need, wanting to fulfill his every whim. She wondered how she was going to keep her composure when her Master was in her class on Monday.

Alexandra swooned as she took a seat along with Niamh.

"You were sexy out there," the delicate vision moved suggestively close to the older woman. "I bet you taste lovely."

Alexandra responded by taking Niamh into her arms for a lewd kiss. Niamh moved two fingers into Alexandra's needy sex, scooping copious amounts of sweet nectar out, bringing it to her own lovely lips as she made out with the sexy instructor.

The pair licked and sucked Niamh's drenched fingers before turning back to each other. They scandalously began fingering each other, not caring if anyone saw them.

Thalina languidly jilled herself with one hand, content to watch things unfold. Sir had turned into an Apex Predator, ravishing his harem with dance moves evocative of professionals. Her other hand used her cell, finally unlocking the mystery of who Fred was named after.

"Fred Astaire!" she shrieked, momentarily startling Niamh and Alexandra's make-out session.

Mia wasn't one to wait in the wings. "Yo, cheerleader," she said, offering the sexy fit blond her arm, "let's dance."

Deb smiled, unable to refuse the gorgeous, tall redhead. The pair cut a rug on the dance floor, respectable if not erotically romantic.

Fred saw the pair and thought they looked great together, but he was busy showing all his women the love, and it was Oni and Jessica's turn.

Dean Martin played "Ain't That a Kick in the Head" as Fred engaged Oni in Quickstep while Mamboing with Jessica.

"I know you two don't like each other, but I wanted to see if you were serious about becoming pregnant, Jessica."

"She's not worthy of your sperm," Oni said. "Anyone but Jessica."

"I am serious, Fred," the Italian princess said. "I could have children, like Oni. Don't make me beg for it."

The exotic beauty was mad, but it was impossible to be upset for long; Fred made that impossible. Just when she thought her love for him was as intense as it could get, suddenly her feelings soared ever higher; her passion hotter. Her pussy was a molten furnace of delight in his strong, agile arms.

"How did you learn to dance, Master?" Jessica asked. Oni almost hit her for asking before she could.

Fred expertly twirled Oni, bringing her into him, into his chest. It was a familiar place she never wanted to leave; it was the only home she wanted. Oni felt Fred's lips on her forehead and his hand on her chin and her pussy twitched in a series of mini-orgasms. She didn't hear Fred talk to the Italian jump rope queen.

"Mom taught me when I was a kid. I tried to dislike it, but mom made it fun. She told me it would come in useful." He offered them both an earnest grin that both swooned over.

Jessica was going out of her mind. Fred went from being a total dork that she disdained to the absolute center of her world. What made the toned blond grin stupidly was the realization she didn't care that his "pheromones" were a performance-enhancing drug that would enable her to become a world-renowned jump rope queen and YouTube sensation. Instead of thinking that, she wanted to birth Fred's children. The urge was overpowering.

"Your mother wasn't wrong," she said. "Master, I want to be bred."

Jessica was trying to lean into him but lost her balance, nearly tumbling to the floor if not for Oni's quick reflexes.

"Gotcha, klutz!" Oni said.

The two locked eyes, lips inches apart.

"Aw, the two of you look cute together," Fred said. "Why don't you kiss on it and talk it out?"

Jessica took Oni's trembling lips to her own; The sexy Italian was tentative, misjudging Oni's trembling body to be of anger when it was actually desired. Fred danced with the pair, watching them fondle each other's toned, athletic bodies with a growing intensity.

Between kisses, Oni had words for Jessica.

"You're still a bitch, but if you want babies, I supposed I shouldn't say no. No one else seems to want them."

Unbeknownst to both Oni and Fred, that wasn't entirely true.

Mia and Deb danced slowly together, their bodies in perfect synchronicity. Periodically, they would brazenly show their affections.

"Fred's cum did nothing for me other than give me a bellyache," Mia said.

Deb playfully admonished her lover, enjoying the redhead's soft body on her own. It felt like Deb had been continuously wet for a week.

"I think if you checked yourself into a clinic," Deb spoke, "your PCOS will be cured; or in the process of being cured. Either way, ScSc will make you fertile, eventually."