My manhood once more ready for deep and intimate action, I was forced to make a decision. How to use this returned erection? I was still lapping up their juices as I contemplated this most difficult question. ‘Shall I have them both service me at once? Maybe a tit job? Ah, but I really want to fuck them too….’ Struck by the taste of their honeypots and the sight of their adjacent derrieres, I came to a decision.

Why keep this taste and this proximity to myself?

“Aclysia, turn around,” I ordered the woman on top. “I want you face to cunt, understood?”

“Yes, Master.” Aclysia’s tone, so utterly trusting in a plan she did not know, was just one of many things that made me a happy dom. Careful not to knock against anything in her enthusiasm, the maid moved with ingrained elegance. Esther received the womanhood of the maid by putting two hands on the swing of her pale hips.

I remained where I was, sat upright, and pressed the tip of my cock against Esther’s quim. The entrance was widened by vibrator, tongue and fingers, but by and large her pussy had seen little attention today – attention of the penetrative kind, anyhow.

The heat and wetness enveloped me. Aclysia moaned, minorly from the sight of me sinking deeper and deeper into Esther, majorly because the same was eating out my second haremette like a Queen should. Tight folds shifted slightly around me, the gentle quivers of a woman in the prime of her life urging me to go even deeper.

Finally, I was all the way in.  She was too wet and willing to linger motionless for long. I pulled back slowly, gliding in and out in gentle half-thrusts. We were still in that lull of the erotic mood. All of us were in heat, no doubt, but we were conserving our energy to draw out this lustful arrangement. Two orgasms in, I was certain I would last a while. I could have pinned them down, one after the other, and wildly pounded them into the mattress. There was a pleasure in that, but for now I wanted to oblige the relaxed feeling of intimate lovemaking. Also, I wanted to keep indulging in the oral mood of the day.

After a few thrusts I withdrew from Esther’s lower lips. My cock was offered, instead, to the upper lips of Aclysia. My fingers glided through her combed-back hair, while she venerated my manhood with licks and whispers. “Ah, to taste the mistress on my Master’s cock,” she swooned adoringly. “Such a delicious taste.”

Rather than take me straight into her throat, Aclysia cleaned every centimetre of my shaft with careful attention to detail. Her tongue was the tool of the exercise. Plush lips also did their part in coating my manhood in her saliva, removing precum and Esther’s juices in the process. When I was practically clean, I grabbed Aclysia’s head with both hands.

The submissive half-elf immediately opened wide. It was a borderline involuntary response, as if some gene older than sapient thought activated to ready her for my renewed claim. I sheathed my manhood in her throat in one brutal thrust. It was just the first of many. The depraved sounds echoed through the large bedroom. 

GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!

 No matter how often I caused that particular manifestation of rhythmic sounds, I did not grow tired of it. Aclysia’s obvious delight at having her throat stuffed helped.

“That’s a good little cocksleeve.” I pulled Aclysia all the way down until her lips touched the base of my dick. “What a perfect sex slave you are. Curves and desire, wrapped up in one package, eager to be dominated. You know no greater purpose than to be subject to my whims and to choke on my cock.”

An agreeing, ecstatic hum vibrated around my manhood. I let go of Aclysia’s head. She kept herself attached to me for a while and would have continued for even longer had I not pulled out of her. “Ah! Thank you…. Forrrrr…. for using this set of holes, Master,” Aclysia gasped once her mouth was free.

“How could I not use something so lovely?” I asked and teased the point of her left ear. “Does Esther’s tongue feel good?”

“Yesssshhhhhhh,” Aclysia slurred. It was true: elves had sensitive ears. As a half-elf, that was only half true for Aclysia, but the maid was perverted for four.

I angled my cock back down, sinking back into Esther’s mildly stretched cunt. “Don’t forget to repay the favour,” I encouraged. The lady of my love was too busy with eating Aclysia out and moaning from the penetration to make the request herself. “You’re both my sex slaves, but Esther is the Queen. You’re just a good girl with tight holes.”

The degradation made Aclysia quiver with delight. “I will repay the mistress,” she answered swiftly and extended her tongue. The tip of it soon swirled around the exposed button of Esther’s clit. The first of the harem let out a muffled scream. The lull in the erotic mood was rapidly disintegrating, replaced with a new surge of need.

“I love thish!” Aclysia slurred. “I love thish shooo, sho much! I love youuuuu! I want more, sho much more! You make me addicteeeed…. Love, love, so much love, I don’t know what to do with myshelf!”

“You don’t need to know what to do, you only need to obey,” I stated in my roughest, most domineering tone. Aclysia was so taken by the words, she forgot to move. She was just there, frozen in bliss, staring at me with emerald eyes. “I did not permit you to stop!” I chastised her. “Pleasure your mistress!” At the back, the raven-haired lady’s hand rose and came back down with a resounding SMACK!

“I am sorry!” Aclysia squeaked, mind restarted by the sting. Swift and eager, she returned to her task.

“Keep… going!” Esther choked out. “I’m… I’m…. so… intense…. Master… I… AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!“

The scream from the usually so stoic woman was loud enough that I considered if the neighbours heard it. The already tight grip of her pussy became truly vice-like. Aclysia’s face and my crotch were subjected to a sudden and explosive release of pussy juice. The spasms from my Queen were so intense that Aclysia had to push herself up to not get shaken around.

Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed down on the consciousness of my Esther. I could see none of it, covered by Aclysia’s wide hips as she was, but the sounds were enough to paint the picture of her blissed-out expression.

After I had pulled out, I smiled to myself and at the very pronounced wet spot under her still-trembling hips. Making Aclysia squirt was almost a little too easy. The half-elf was on a hair trigger and really, all it took was to prime her by engaging her masochistic and submissive tendencies – both things I did whenever I could anyhow.

Esther was a different beast. I did not know if she was just less sensitive or if she was just less prone to this particular shape of release. To gain that knowledge, we would have needed to measure their nervous system somehow or do body switches. In any case, making Esther squirt was more of an achievement. A proud accomplishment that I still managed on most days. After all, I had been studying their bodies intimately at every chance I got.

And on the topic of priming Aclysia…

My cock, erect and covered in Esther’s orgasmic juices, came to lay atop the half-elf’s face. One hand clawed into her silky, silver-white hair, forcing her head back so the position was even possible. Settling right of the cute button of her nose, my girthy manhood rose rigid and obscene from her features, graceful despite the marks of rough oral sex.

Nostrils flared. The maidly submissive went cross-eyed, her entire being focused on my cock. Her tongue weighed my balls. Admittedly, there was little to weigh there. For the hardness of my erection, in terms of semen, I was nearly tapped. I had one more in me though. After that, I would need a thick steak or some other source of protein and a long break.

“You like this?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“I love thish, I live for thish.” Aclysia kept on rambling, her tongue still attached to my sack. “Mashtah’s cock ish perfect. I want more sho much more, ish shooo good!”

“Remember what I told you: do not fail in controlling yourself too much.”

Aclysia blinked a couple of times, then nodded slowly, visibly restraining her more obsessive tendencies. With that statement made, I let the servant have the taste she so desperately craved.

The half-elf’s head bobbed in a methodical rhythm. Her tongue swirled around my manhood for as long as it could. Each up and down of her head was deeper and deeper. “Do not cum,” I told her, knowing she’d get herself off at this pace. Measuring herself, Aclysia continued slower. I guided her with a hand on her head.

Once she had reached the base again, that was my signal to move to the other side of this gorgeous stack. My cock left Aclysia’s lips with a loud pop and I crawled on over.

Esther awaited me, her amber gaze calmed and yet searing hot. “The ecstasies you show me do not cease to amaze, dominant Karitas,” she greeted.

“That’s the fantastic thing about sex with consistent partners: it only gets better,” I answered. “Ready to repay our servant?”

“Aclysia needs no payment, only disciplining.”

“That is another way to look at it,” I agreed and grabbed a handful of Aclysia’s ass. Esther was perfect all around, the balanced hourglass to end all balanced hourglasses, but I would be damned to say that the sheer roundness of the half-elf’s ass was not one of the hottest things across all dimensions. There was so much to her bubble butt that I couldn’t grasp it all with two hands. “Hold on for as long as you can, understood?”

“Yesh, Master,” Aclysia moaned, then cried when I gave her a rewarding smack to the rear. The reddening spot joined where Esther had spanked her minutes earlier.

‘Probably minutes,’ I thought. As per usual, it was difficult to keep the flow of time straight when having this much fun. For all I knew we had been at this for about an hour or just ten minutes. It really was difficult to tell when the room was this pleasantly hot and my company this gorgeous.

Gorgeous company that moaned in unison when I pushed into Aclysia. I sensed Esther’s tongue circling Aclysia’s clit as I pushed in deeper. It always fascinated me that women were so similar and yet so different on the inside. Tight folds all around, wet and hot, that was the dominating sensation, but there were subtle and not so subtle differences to enjoy.

Also, Aclysia was really struggling to keep it together.

Head thrown back, the white-haired woman howled at the ceiling. There was a desperation in her voice, a futile attempt to hold back her orgasm as I went from pushing into her to fucking her. The loud reverberations of my groin impacting on her rippling ass filled the room with a steady rhythm, underscoring the music of her moans.

Seeing her hold on by the thinnest of margins awoke the bully in me. I could tease her, keep her on the edge, give her the opportunity to follow my order for as long as possible.

Or I could yank her hair like the leash of an insubordinate bitch in heat and listen to her cries as she gushed pussy juice all over Esther’s face.

The choice had made itself before I even contemplated it. I found myself with a sadistic little grin on my face, the silver reins of her white hair wrapped around my hand. Long and sturdy strands, perfect for the pulling. 

Aclysia’s back approached the U-shape as much as it could without it getting worrisome. She wasn’t making any noises anymore. The sex slave was just that: a piece of property for the holstering of my cock and the amusement of my eyes.

She squirted for the second time during this session. It really was that much easier with her. Still intensely rewarding to feel the gushing of her bliss against my skin though. “If you weren’t already our housekeeper, I would make you one just because of the amount of stains you add to the bedsheets,” I allowed myself a joke.

It broke a little bit with the mood. Aclysia seemed uncertain if she should laugh or keep crying out her orgasm. Esther’s little chuckle was more felt against my manhood than heard. The air of domination and submission drained a little bit from there. That lull was coming back as Aclysia’s intense orgasm ebbed away.

Again, I fully welcomed that lull. Esther and Aclysia were both at the edge of what they could take in such short a timeframe. Women could be envied for their ability to be multi-orgasmic, but each of the full-body spasms was 5 to 15 seconds of intense energy burning. Even athletic, nubile things like my current two sex slaves were bound to meet their limit, especially when the heat of the summer stubbornly clung to the early autumn like it did today.

I slipped out of Aclysia. “My treat,” Esther purred. Her tongue circled the head of my cock. There were other words she said, but I was too taken by pleasure to listen to the slurred syllables. How often had I stuffed my cock down that throat just today? I hadn’t kept count and I wouldn’t start now.

I sheathed myself fully in my first comfort hole. I lingered for three full seconds. I basked in the knowledge that her greatly diminished gag reflex was my work. I basked equally in the tightness of her lips. ‘Such a fantastic submissive,’ I thought, then switched back from her mouth to the hole of the half-elf whose hair I still held.

After I released that grip, Aclysia settled comfortably where she was. She was top-down, bottom-up, but did not return to licking my Queen. Similarly, Esther seemed content just watching me fuck the second of my harem for the time being.

The relaxed atmosphere made my thrusts slow and sensuous. A post-orgasmic casualness laid in the air. I could have spoken, cracked more jokes, and I knew they would have found some reception. I was, however, so relaxed in what I did that not even that felt necessary. I was content to just be, focusing on the trance of sliding in and out of Aclysia, coating my cock with her juices, and then giving Esther the taste she craved.

Eventually, I reached the zenith of my own endurance. “Would you two be darlings and finish me off?” I requested.

“Always, deserving Karitas,” Esther answered.

Laying on my back, I watched my two loves move with the sluggishness of women satisfied. Esther to my right, Aclysia to my left, they coordinated a final effort to serve me. They were absolute messes by now. Even the perfectly straight hair of Aclysia had been dishevelled to the point that some of the silver strands were in front of her ears, which was practically unheard of, and Esther was just the most gorgeously chaotic mess imaginable. It bothered me that she would look at that in the mirror and regard it as unwanted, but that was an ongoing project of nudging her in a certain direction.

For now, I was getting my dick sucked by two absolutely stunning women covered in each other’s and my sexual juices and sweat. They were panting from exhaustion and delight. At times they were serving me together, licking up and down the sides of my twitching manhood, most of the time they were switching back and forth who was servicing me and who gathered their breath.

I came for the third and final time while the head of my cock was between their swirling tongues. The spurts of seed were what little I still had to give, the orgasm short and yet intensely satisfying. They kept on servicing me through every last shudder of bliss that went through me and past that.

Only when my dick was soft and every bit of cum they could get was cleaned off did they back away. The lull dissolved completely, the erotic mood making room for the afterglow. I laid down. They, once they had cleaned one another, got comfortable on top of me. The goal was to cuddle. We managed to do so for three whole seconds.

Then we were out like a light.