Master of the Road, page 9
“Yes, Lord!” she moans.
I turn back to my pet and envelop her vulva in my mouth with a gentle suction. I back off a moment before returning to lick her inner labia all the way up and run the flat of my tongue over her clit. Darcie starts to sag.
I hear Chantelle murmur, “We have you…”
Candice continues, “...Darcie. We have you, sweetie.”
“Master! I’m coming! I-I-I’m...ohmigod, Master!” I start licking from below her channel all the way up to her clit repeatedly. On the second lap of my chosen course, I pick up noticeable moisture. On the third, her legs quiver, and I collect a globule of nectar.
I stand, cupping Darcie’s vulva. I pull her to me. “You are mine, Darcie. I’m going to use you for my pleasure. I’m going to push you to do things you’ve never done before—things that you may not be comfortable with. I’ll never do anything that will cause you harm, either physically or mentally, but I am going to use you for my pleasure. Today I’m going to push you to your limits. Are you ready, Pet?”
She nods repeatedly. “Ye-yes, Master.”
I take her arm from Chantelle. “Three steps forward before you run into the ottoman.” She takes the steps until her shins rest against the ottoman. “Now bend over, Pet. Go slowly. Your face will make contact with Vanessa’s pussy.” I stabilize her hip as she follows my instructions. “Good girl, Darcie. Now take a moment. Explore with your face. Inhale. Savor the richness of Vanessa’s arousal.”
Darcie inhales slowly through her nose and leans her cheek into Vanessa’s leg. She caresses the dusky flesh with her face. Vanessa’s breath picks up speed when Darcie’s face touches her leg, and her breath gets faster as my pet slowly caresses the young succubus using only her face. A slight flush colors Vanessa’s neck.
Darcie lays her head on Vanessa’s leg and murmurs over her shoulder. “Master! She smells so good!”
“Taste her, Pet. Her mouth tastes delicious. I bet her legs and pussy taste even better. Tell me after you have a taste.”
Darcie lifts her head and gently kisses the leg that had just been her pillow. She kisses a little higher as her breathing begins to pick up speed—then higher again.
I reach around Darcie’s head to wet my right index finger in the moisture seeping from Vanessa’s dark nether lips. I wink at the young succubus as I move my moist finger below Darcie’s mouth as it descends to kiss the crevice between Vanessa’s torso and leg.
“Lick it, Pet.” Darcie dutifully follows my direction and then pauses. Her face shows no emotion initially, but slowly warms into a smile. She sucks my finger into her mouth and laves my digit with her tongue before popping it out of her mouth.
Darcie raises her head. She asks, “Vanessa? Would you be a dear and guide me to where I can find more of that delicious nectar?”
I nod at the beauty with café-au-lait skin. She grins back before answering, “Sure thing, Darcie. Stick your tongue out lower. I’ll guide you in.” The reclining beauty reaches down with open hands to cup Darcie’s paler face. The contrast between the dusk and blush tones of Vanessa’s and Darcie’s skin touching each other is very arousing. Vanessa guides Darcie’s head into position so that her tongue touches the hood of Vanessa’s clitoris. Once Darcie finds her treat, Vanessa releases her face and runs Darcie’s short auburn locks through her fingers as my pet licks her first pussy.
I move behind Darcie, trailing my finger along her spine, down to the corset. I continue to trail my fingers down the center of her back until I reach the bare flesh below the corset. I slide my hands down to grab a handful of her cute little ass and give it a firm squeeze before I square up and squat down behind her.
“Spread your legs, Pet.” She does. With the way she’s standing, bent nearly in half, I can reach everything. I lick her clitoris multiple times until I hear her moan. At that point, I change it up by licking short, slow strokes, my tongue flat, moving upward toward her channel. I dive into her entrance with my tongue to retrieve her juices before continuing up her taint, teasing her rosebud, and then standing to slot Little Jack at Darcie’s entrance. She starts rocking back.
I address the dusky beauty getting eaten out. “Vanessa, if she stops pleasuring you, I want you to raise your hand.” Her left hand rises. “When your hand is up, I stop moving. If I decide you’re holding your hand up too long, Darcie gets spanked.” Vanessa grins at me, and her hand stays aloft. “If you cheat, I’ll spank you instead.” Her eyes saucer before her grin grows broader, but her hand stays aloft. I spank Darcie sharply on each butt cheek, making her gasp sharply. Soon after, Vanessa’s eyes roll back and her hand slowly drops.
I remind Darcie of the stakes in this game. “Pet, if Vanessa comes before you, I’ll unload inside you and Vanessa can get her treat from you. Otherwise, I’ll fuck Vanessa, and you can eat your treat from her. Clear?” Vanessa nods, but doesn’t raise her hand. Darie’s bound hands both extend a thumb.
I seat myself again in Darcie’s entrance and grab her hips. I press forward into her moist heat. “You feel like home, Darcie.”
“Yes, Master.” I hear the muffled response, but Vanessa’s hands stay clasped in Darcie’s hair. I withdraw and thrust again...and again...and finally, I’m seated completely in Darcie’s sheath. She lifts her head and moans, while Vanessa’s eyes flutter open as her hand slowly rises. Before I can pull out, Darcie drops her head, and Vanessa’s hand drops. Vanessa moans, “Oh! Yes!”
I continue to slowly move in and out of Darcie as I beckon Candice and Chantelle to me. I release Darcie’s hips and grab tiny Candice by the waist. I lift the petite treasure and slowly set her on Darcie’s rump. “You got this, Pet?”
I hear a muffled “Yes, Master” in response. I turn to the chocolate beauty. “Panties off, Chantelle. Bare your breasts.” I hold Candice’s waist tightly as I kiss her and slide my right hand into her panty. I turn to Chantelle and beckon her closer with my head as she stands up, having just dropped her panty. She steps closer, and I kiss her passionately. Chantelle wraps her arms around me as we kiss, and Candice’s fluids start to flow as my fingers work her over.
I would say Chantelle is probably my favorite right after Candice. Whereas Candice is a tiny treasure, Chantelle is easily 5’10”, slim, and athletic. She was an alternate for the last Olympic volleyball team. I found some videos of her online, and I think she looks hotter now than she did then. She has breasts that are the size of a large grapefruit and are more rounded than conical. She also has a wicked sense of humor and a sharp intellect. Whereas Candice was my emotional support after Janet left me, Chantelle has been the one I hang out with, crack jokes, discuss philosophy, and have even worked out with a few times. I had first floated the idea of a pet with her. She denied any interest but thought it might be a good idea for me.
After I release her lips, Chantelle murmurs in my ear, “I’m glad you didn’t get a dog.” I bite her lip gently and wink as I release it.
Candice leans into me, and I hold her tighter so she doesn’t fall or knock Darcie over. Candice nibbles on my neck as I continue. I feel Darcie’s sheath starting to squeeze me more firmly—she’s really close to a major orgasm. I look over at Vanessa and see that her hand is up in the air. I hear Darcie moan, “I’m so close, Master.” I stop on the outstroke and pull out, withdrawing my hand from Candice and grabbing her with both hands. I lift her off Darcie’s tushy and set her down next to Chantelle. The taller woman wraps her arms around Candice and kisses the top of her head.
I say, “Darcie, I’m getting close too. But it looks like I’m going to unload into Vanessa since you’re not getting her off, Pet.”
“Oh, Master! Please! Finish me!” Darcie exclaims. I spank each ass cheek, which elicits a gasp. Then she drops her head down again, and Vanessa’s hand drops.
Vanessa’s eyes roll back in her head and moans, “Oh-oh-oh-ooooh! YES!” She grasps Darcie's hair in both hands. “I’m getting close, Darcie. That’s it, baby! Take me over the edge, honey!”
I grab Darcie’s hips and drive back in to the hilt. I drive into her once...twice...thrice. Darcie’s back arches, and her channel clamps down on me hard as she screams her bliss.
“Ah, damn!” moans Vanessa. “I was so close, Darcie.”
I keep pounding Darcie until I get close, too. I pull out but hold onto her hips as she starts to sag. I scoop her up and tuck her onto the chair and ottoman next to Vanessa. I lean in and turn her face to mine, so I can plant a warm kiss on her slack lips. She slowly smiles as I pull away.
“I won!” Darcie murmurs as her smile grows.
“No, Pet. I’m afraid Vanessa won, sweetheart,” I tell her as I stroke her arm. I look at the quadroon beauty lying next to her. “Are you ready to claim your prize, Vanessa?”
She looks at me with glowing eyes, drawing up and spreading her knees. “Yes, Lord. Please feed me!” Her eyes glow red with desire and hunger. I shrug the robe off my shoulders and crawl between her thighs. I pull her hip a little to my right and plant my foot on the floor before I line myself up between Vanessa’s dark, blooming petals. I rub my cockhead into the moisture coating her opening. Vanessa reaches for me. “Take me, Lord,” she growls. Take me hard.”
I lean into Vanessa as I press my cock into her hot, wet pussy. I wrap her right leg in my arms and pounder her brutally. She clamps down hard as I withdraw the second time. She screams, “Jack! Oh! Jack! Yes! Fuck me harder!” I do. I grab her left leg and push both of her legs toward her shoulders as I pump down into her clasping cunt. Her eyes flash a bright red as her climax takes her with a scream. I pump twice more as her tight sheath tries to milk all of my semen out, which takes me to my own release.
I feel Vanessa pulling on me with her mind. The Church teaches that succubae feed by stealing your soul. The truth is they feed off the lust energies generated during sex. Young ones, or rogues, will feed too hard and suck out your life energy. That’s what Vanessa is doing to me now.
Adrenaline from fear takes over from the rush of the orgasm. I lean across forward and slap her face—HARD. The shock on her face is quickly followed by tears as I feel the sense of suction stop. I grab her throat with my right hand as I pull my cock out of her. I stand up and scoop her into a bridal carry, quickly taking her out of the salon into the previous dressing room. I set her on her feet and pin her against the wall by her throat. She looks scared. Bernadette is standing behind me, her hand lying gently on my shoulder.
“Vanessa, I have killed seven of your people for doing what you just did to me. Do you want to be number eight?”
“No, Lord,” she chokes out in a whisper. “I’m just so hungry.”
Bernadette wraps her arms around me and leans over my shoulder to murmur in my ear. “Jack, she is young. Her curse just came into effect a couple of days after her arrival. She knows the mechanics of sex because she has Vanessa’s memories, but Shryl is barely out of adolescence. Vanessa was very into sex before Shryl came along, so Shryl is probably fighting not only her own hunger but a craving from the lack of sex. You just fucked a succubus that has the unlimited hunger of a teenager and no experience. I won’t let her hurt you or Darcie, but…” she grabs my ear and pulls insistently, “...you will cut her some slack!” she growls.
“Shit! I’ve just pissed off a royal succubus without having any weapons on me!” I think to myself. “Stupid!” I sigh and nod. Bernadette kindly releases my ear and kisses my bare shoulder.
“Thank you, Jack.”
“You’re most welcome, Bernadette.” I turn my attention back to the buxom beauty I have pinned against the wall. “Are you under control now, Vanessa?” I loosen my grip on her throat, but I don’t release it.
Her wide-open liquid eyes are threatening to spill over. She nods vigorously with a whispered “Yes, Lord.”
“Can you finish our game, or do you need to take a break?” I smile at her. “I’m sure Darcie wants to collect her treat from you.”
Hope and joy erupt from her face. “You would allow that, Lord?”
“Your mistress has guaranteed our safety. I trust her word.” I lean in and kiss her forehead. “You have to practice control, honey. You won’t survive in our world for long if you don’t. Then, we would lose both Vanessa and Shryl. That would be a tragedy, don’t you think?”
She nods seriously. I release her throat and cup her head as I feed her a little bit with a passionate kiss. I let her go. “Go feed my pet, Vanessa. I’m right behind you.”
She gives me a shy smile and walks quickly back to the salon.
Bernadette says, “I’ve only allowed her to feed by siphoning off the lust in a room after someone else had sex. You and Darcie were her first experience. Vanessa was prolific in her encounters as a zombie. It has been difficult for Shryl to be here, haunted by those memories.”
She hooks my arm and leads me back to the game. “My people generally train with beings that can’t be hurt by overfeeding; although, as you’re aware, some of us get to other dimensions and feed without control. The results are tragic for all involved. I drained someone to death once. The energy spike that occurred when the soul was released gave a euphoria higher than that of just feeding alone. Unfortunately, or fortunately, I cared for that person greatly. That has been what drives me to never taste that again.”
We arrive at my chair, and Darcie is dutifully trying to lap up all my semen that has dripped out of Vanessa. She’s still wearing the blindfold, so she’s at a serious disadvantage. I reach up and pull it off her.
Darcie gasps and looks up. Her eyes transition from surprise to delight when they see me. “I’m cleaning her up, Master. You know how I hate to waste your seed!”
I squat down and cup her cheek. She rubs her face into my hand like a kitten. I lean in and kiss her, tasting both Vanessa and myself on her lips. “Good girl, Pet. I thought you might be more effective if you can see what you’re doing. The blindfold will stay off for your next playmate, but your hands will stay tied. Finish your work here, and then I’ll give you a very short break before I fuck you again.”
“Will you be ready, Master?” she asks with obvious concern in her voice. She hasn’t known me long, but she understands that it takes a little time to recharge.
I chuckle, “Pet, watching you clean up your playmate is rapidly charging me up.” I look down at Little Jack standing about three-quarters full.
She grins. “Work, work, work! A woman’s work is never done.”
I laugh and kiss the crown of her head as she hunts the last traces of my cum in Vanessa’s pussy. I stand up and join the other two ladies. I kiss Candice first before I pull Chantelle to me. Candice wraps an arm around my waist and leans against my shoulder as I cuddle her taller colleague. Chantelle clasps her hands behind my neck and plants a firm kiss on my mouth.
I break away from her sweet lips when Manuel and Luis bring in a fainting couch. They set it down right behind Chantelle, about four feet from the chair Darcie and Vanessa are populating.
I tell her, “You’re up next, Chantelle. Shall I warm you up a bit?”
Her best south Georgia accent comes out when she says, “Well, sah. Duz a chick’n have lips?”
Bernadette walks up as I lay Chantelle back in the seat. She taps my shoulder, and I stand up.
I turn to wrap her in a hug. She kisses me, cups my package, and I feel her using another power of the succubus. Despite Little Jack recovering rapidly, I feel full of energy as Bernadette’s power ignites my little friend to immediate full rigidity. She releases my lips and tells me, “Two more of those, Jack. After that we’ll have to resort to the little blue pill. I sadly don’t have a necromancer on staff to restore you after that. I humbly request you spend the last one on me.”
I think, “Okay, looks like we’re having an orgy.” I kiss her quickly. “Deal. Thank you, Bernadette.”
I turn back to Chantelle. I kneel down to kiss her and maneuver between her legs. I reluctantly leave her lush, sweet lips to kiss down her jaw and neck, and finally suck on the huge, dark chocolate areola of her left breast. I suckle around the edges and spiral inward around it until I finally take her hard little nipple into my mouth. I always tease her about having dark chocolate dollar pancakes on her breasts because her areolae are a little over three inches in diameter. She told me she measured them once. As she gets more excited, her pancakes swell until it almost looks like her breasts have breasts. I suckle the whole pancake into my mouth and pull back, sucking hard. She moans as her areola slowly slides out of my mouth until I catch her nipple in my teeth. I close my eyes and whip the hard nipple with my tongue.
I hear Chantelle say, “That’s right baby. Come get some chocolate.” I feel silky hair caress my face, so I open my eyes. Darcie’s face is next to mine as she tries to replicate what I’m doing to Chantelle’s right breast. Chantelle says, “Easy, baby. Oh! Oh! Yes, Darcie. That’s nice! You are a treasure, sweetie.”
The whole time, Darcie is looking into my eyes. I can see her smile as she works on the larger woman’s breast.
I ask her, “Are you ready, Pet?” She nods without letting go of Chantelle’s flesh.
A moment later, she releases Chantelle’s breast. “Yes, Master. I’m ready to have you back inside me.” Her lust is palpable. I’d almost think she was a succubus if I didn’t know better. The wards on my back would have fired if she were.
I launch up and devour Chantelle’s mouth. I release her to grab a breath and tell her, “It’s time to play, sweetie.”
I slide back down and grasp Darcie’s scalp and pull her to me for an equally hot kiss. She falls off my face and says, “Shit!” as she quakes. She looks at me and says, “I’m in trouble. I got a minor one from just your kiss.”
I cup her chin and tell her, “Then you’d better focus on getting Chantelle off fast.” I arch an eyebrow at her, and she grins in return.
“Work, work, work,” she repeats. “You’re so hard on me, Master.”
“Your obvious reluctance drives me to punish you, Pet.”
“I think I need to be punished with that rod protruding down there,” she says with a nod toward my rampant cock.
