Closing Time- Chapter 2

"Well said," I remarked between bites of my dessert, which was soft serve ice cream.

Jessie reacted by simply giggling. She found the whole conversation hilarious, now that she knew that she could keep fucking 2 men. I got the impression that she really DID love her man, regardless of their fetishes.

When we got back to their place, I made a point of getting undressed ASAP. I wanted them to take my hint. They did, quickly removing their clothes.

"Okay, Paul, I want you to suck my dick and get it hard. Jessie, you will get on all fours. I plan to fuck you doggie-style, once I am stiff enough. Paul will fuck your face at that point," I instructed them.

"Yes, Master," they both replied.

Paul obediently got on his knees and put my cock in his mouth. He did a very impressive job of stiffening my dick. His tongue licked and sucked the head of my manhood, expressing his servile attitude and interest in my meat. There was no doubt of his sexuality. He was definitely a "switch-hitter", just like me.

I was most amazed by the couple's willingness to submit to me, especially on the mere suggestion of blackmail. Obviously, they were BOTH natural slaves, just waiting for the right Master or mistress. I would make sure to fully enjoy my new sluts. They clearly wanted to be fucked often.

Jessie was eagerly awaiting my cock, so I pulled out of her beau's mouth and got behind her. I didn't waste time lubricating an already soaked cunt. I just rammed her pussy with my dick. My large manhood ravaged her mercilessly, while I spanked her cheeks to redness. At 7 and a half inches, my fully erect meat was big enough to go far inside her wet hole. It was also rather thick, stretching her out.

She didn't have much time to think about it, though. Her mouth was occupied with sucking Paul's 6 inch cock. It was certainly fulfilling for her, although it was not as large as my own. She continued to lick and deep-throat his throbbing dick, savoring the taste of her beau's bratwurst.

As for me, I pounded her cunt more vigorously, while I thought of knocking her up. I certainly hoped to give her plenty of my seed in the future. She would bear me a few children, as would Bobbie. The 3 of them would also keep my cock satisfied. I would have no complaints about my sex life in the future and definitely no "dry spells".

The slutty cocktail waitress was soon milking me, apparently eager to drain my balls of any cum. She was also enthusiastically giving her boyfriend more head, letting him fuck her sexy mouth. As much as I disliked smoking, it DID give her plenty of practice with sucking on things. Evidently, it was a part of her phallic fetish. Her guy was undoubtedly enjoying the benefits of her oral fixation.

Her throat was too busy for her to say a thing, even though she grunted a few times as she sucked her guy off. I didn't help matters by slipping a finger into her sphincter. That was sufficient to make her climax after a few seconds, squirting onto my cock. Obviously, she had as much of an anal fetish as an oral one. Her ass pushed back at me as I slammed into her horny cunt.

Not long after Jessie came, Paul followed suit, filling her throat with his jism. She swallowed it desperately, wanting to impress both of us with her enthusiasm for spunk. Her lips and tongue then cleaned the rest of his cum from his dick. He later told me that the look on her face as she did that was beautiful. She needed to please her men, especially reminding her boyfriend that she still loved him, despite my new dominant role in their sex life.

I finally exploded into her pussy, filling it with my seed. There was a lot of it again, as her man had known how to stimulate me. With any luck, I would soon be a father. She might not have gotten the much desired competition to impregnate her for which she had wished, but she would become a mother. I smiled at the idea of a chance to set a new rule: no more smoking. That would reinforce my control of them and actually protect the unborn baby from birth defects.

"How was that, baby?" I asked her as we rested on the couch.

"Very nice, Master. I look forward to more doggie-style sex, especially the rough way that you do it. I really enjoyed getting it in the mouth and pussy at the same time," Jessie replied.

"You're definitely a sexy tart, slave. We'll have to keep that cunt of yours busy," I taunted her.

"My ass and mouth too, I hope. I really want to try ass to mouth, you know," she teased me back.

"I believe that can be arranged, slut. Just remember that my title is 'Master'. I'm your owner now," I pointed out.

"Naturally, Master. I'll be a VERY good slut for you and bring Bobbie here soon. I promise," she apologized.

"Very good, slave. Something tells me that Paul here will appreciate that, too. Won't you, Paul?" I observed.

"Oh, I've been wanting to get into that Latina's pants for a while. I imagine that you have as well, Master. I particularly fantasize about watching her and Jessie get it on," Paul declared.

"Oh, they WILL. Is that clear, Jessie?" I insisted.

"Yes, Master," she agreed, grinning at the thought of tasting her friend's pussy. Paul and I weren't the only bisexuals in the room.

"Well, Paul, I think that you and your girlfriend will make excellent slaves for me," I laughed.

They both breathed a sigh of relief. Apparently, the day had gone MOSTLY as they had planned, even if it drastically altered changed their lives. They had a lot of fun, after all, and would have even more with me, albeit on MY terms.