There was no small amount of awe & wonder & shining in Abigail eyes. I was her Adonis, a pinicale of male perfection. If you didn't did hear it in her voice you saw it in her expression and in of the simmering obesaince that sang through her every movement. It was only through sheer dint of repetition, that I did immediately fly off the deep end.

  Letting her retrieve a bottle of bodywash and a sponge, her airy moans drifted up my ears as she knelt down to earnestly ther my feet to a soapy froth. Steppining fully into the spray, she let out a shriek of surprise when the water turned out to be ice cold.

  She stared up at me, her eyes drawing wide as icy daggers stabbed upon her warm skin. Against my better judgment, an ugly, mocking sneer nearly sprung into being at her shock. It wasn't like a liitle cold should keep her from being any use to me.

  Beyond a momentary shiver, Abigail proved my ego right. Rather than retreat, her eyes narrowed with determination, her lips trembling as her pale hands dutifully scrubbed at my leg and thighs. My eyes cmped tight, even with the contact rules rules in effect, I struggled against the reckless and impusive urge to jam my dick down her throat.

  "Oh Vance" Abigail whimpered, visceral need filling the air, as she swabbed a swollen left testicle clear from the yer of saliva and cum coating it. Her focus comenably remained steady, only slipping out in low moan as I firmed up between her pandering hands.

  By itself being bathed by Abigail was, fantastic. The soundtrack of her of relish and diligent attention to detail as she soapped her way up my torso, was sublime a rush that left my head spinning.

  Sinking back down on her knees Abigal continued, but from a more severe position of submission. Her pale hands reached up, spying across my chest, all while indelible expressions of veneration & worship continued to pour into my nostrils.

  It was too much to ignore or even pretend to remain impartial to. Action would be taken. God help anyone that got in my way. My head snapped back, mouth opening to let loose a silent howl of satisfaction. Having no verbal outlet though, I backslid into the dark and ingrained habitations of primal desire.

  With an open palm, heavy with lust & desire, I reeled Abigail in with a possessive squeeze of her ass, prompting a happy giggle from the raven beauty. In a heartbeat, I had her back pressed against the gss wall of the shower.

  Seeing her pinned with nowhere to go. The monster between my legs, belched an outpouring surge of clear and slimy precum all over her belly, then another, and another, spraying all across her throat and chest, soaking her with thick coats of dick slime.

  For better or worse, she was mine. Cmping tight on Abigail's waist, I lifted her up in the air. And like the damn good, obedient little fuckpuppet she was, guided the blunt weapon of mass domination, right at her pussy.

  Ughh...

  "Ahhhh.."

  As The thick monster spread her lips obscenely wide. My hips rocked with uncaring force, effortlessly outlineing her belly with it's obscene girth.

  "Ohh.. oh.. oh.. oh god Yessss!"

  Pulling out, I let her drag her mouth across the fat blunt tip, before turning her around and plunging right back in. I didn't stop, even as my heavy balls beat upon and tendriszed her ass. This was all about me, my pleasure, my gratification. My satisfaction came first st, always. Every. God. Damn. Fucking. Time!!!

  "Vance.. Yo..you're so.. good to meeeeeee.!" She shrieked.

  No, I wasn't, I was the worst. Selfish greedy posseive and demanding. If she were of sound mind, she would've run as if the devil were out to cim her soul. Abigail's legs spasmed, her cries coming out as intermediate barks as I y a firm grip around her waist and flung her up and down my pole.

  Blissed out of her mind, she gibbering & wailed, thanking me again and again for fucking up every aspect of her life. I didn't set out mold her heart and mind like fresh warm cy, but it happened anyway. She became yet another perfect little fucktoy who unquestioningly kissed the ground I walked on.

  Yanking her arms behind her back, I barely let her stand on her own, and proceeded to pound away at her ass like a stubborn nail. I stared memorized, unable to look away from her understated beauty as I made her mine all over again.

  Being neither voluptuous or petite, Abigail was something else. She was the quintessential girl next door. Someone you knew wanted to fuck, but didnt dare because you knew damn well her muscle bound boyfriend would make damn sure you ate through a straw for trying.

  Well.. I looked, liked what I saw and took it.

  The tempered gss rattled and shook from the forces brought to bare against it, causing serveral hairline cracks to appear. Such things didn't concern me, I was fornicating. What did I care If things or people broke in the glorious pursuit of my desires. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the door slide open, again.

  "May I be of assistance." Samantha murmured, a docile smile gracing the formerly outgoing young Dominican woman's lips as she increased the temperature of the water.

  No... my heart mumured tiredly, but my dick.. hard and buried in the inescapable allure of eager and willing pussy, said yes. Here and now, I could barely see beyond my own pleasure, much less conceive of turning Samantha away.

  "Oh god Vanceee." Abigail suddenly shrieked, a thundering climax shaking her to the core.

  Wrapping my arms around around her torso, I continued swinging my hips like a battering ram. I've known the real Abigail for years, a young bright woman who's raw talent at web design and photography should've easily netted her lifelong career.

  If she were her right mind, she would've packed her bags and run from Wyoming the very moment she saw me. Now, she was mine, a belonging of the moment to amuse myself with. Any life's ambition she had of becoming a world renowned artist, were dead and gone.

  All that remained was a dark fantasy made real, a domesticated girl, who's heart filled joy at being allowed to serve my needs and interests above her own. But.. where did it end? Was this supposed to be my life going forward. Did I simply exist to mount, bury and impale my dick into whoever who made it twitch the hardest?

  Giving Abigail's tender cheeks one st ear splitting crack, I refused to look away, and resolutely stared back at the the warped reflection of a young woman overcome with euphoria and the depraved leer of a ungodly being quietly amusing itself with an interesting toy. Seeing myself like that, always was hit me with a terrible sense of wrongness.

  Knowing I was mere seconds away from doing something rash and terribly impulsive, I held onto that feeling, letting it guide me back to the nd of reason and common sense with slow.. albeit strained breathes.

  In.

  Out.

  In..

  Out..

  In...

  Out...

  Abigail, she was my responsibility, and while I couldn't bring who'd she been back. I could give who she was now, direction and maybe, a real sense of meaning in life beyond being a convenient pussy to sleeve around my dick.

  "Unnnnnn."

  Bending Abigail over, I pulled out. [Slurrppppp..]

  The sound was utterly profane. Pressure, rippling squeezing flesh and a slurry body fluids, all worked together to produce a timeless impression of sexual purgatory. An eternity ter, Abigail was drawn free of the otherworldly force dictating her life. After taking a moment catch her breath, she wrapped her arms around my thighs and cramed her face full of the darkest meat she would ever have.

  "Huulrkkk.. hrummpphh.."

  She gazed up at me, green eyes aglow, blinding me with the picturesque expression of a girl in love. There was nowere else on earth she rather be than at my side, on her knees, or beneath me. I didn't deserve that gaze, nor was It fair that her whole livelihood revolved around me.

  Gliding in behind me wearing nothing but a red silk robe and wide beafic smile, Samantha stood besides Abigail. By now the shower had begun to steam, the gss fogging over so completely, I had no hope of see through it.

  Turning my gaze to her, she immediately bowed her head. Narcissistic overtones flickered through my thoughts, whispering of profane acts of glorification and expected dues. She should grateful I'd even bothered to look her direction. Women like her were no better the pets. While some were whorth keeping, the rest were just convenient outlets to amuse and express myself with.

  Slipping through a threadbare filter, raw conceit trickling through my thoughts in a constant barely perceptible stream. It was a stubbornly enduring outlook that fit right in with the the Volban's crazy, over reaching ethos of excess. Who needs to see reason when it was everyone else that was wrong.

  Shaking my head, I frowned. There was nothing reasonable or sound about the direction my thoughts were stirring in. Views like those had no pce in world. And yet, dispite my efforts at staving them off, the detestable thoughts refused to completely abate.

  Shutting the water off, Samantha produced a rge soft fluffy towel. Frowning, I stared at her docile expression. Even knowing damn well better, I still couldn't shake the weighty impression of ownership. She like many of my girl's wasn't some token submissive that explored the habit every other month. She was the real deal, a woman who lived out her submissive thoughts and desires 24/7.

  "May I." Samantha whispered quietly, unconcerned with Abigail making an enthused attempt at self afixiation.

  -yeah- I motioned half heartedly

  Patting me down with the soft warm towel, she carefully dried me off, unhurriely soaked up every st drop of moisture. It was pleasant being tended to, not having worry about the simplest of things, and also as I was coming to realize, fairly isoting.

  The oils came next wiith the same attention to detail. Her hands glided up from my ankles, working around the massive trunk of my legs, leaving reverent trails as they traveled across the chiseled perfection of my torso.

  For ten eternal minutes Samantha all but worshiped my body until it shined like polished a onyx statue in the early morning light. Throughout the process, her light airy moans intermingled with Abigail's heavy strained gulps, created an echoing din of sexual purgatory.

  It felt.. soo good, too dammed good. It wasn't right, non of it could possibly be anything I actually deserved. It was a common refrain I clung to, as a way to keep myself grounded.

  "Vance.." Samantha quietly asked after finishing drying me off. A bare nod was all it took before she too was on her knees opposite of Abigail, happily nuzzling her face firmly between the the dark crack of my oil slickened ass.

  "Mmmgghh hhhhmmppp.." She moaned, her tongue taking the opportunity trace indulgent circles around the tight ring of my anus.

  Grunting, I reached behind grabbing a fistfull of her light aburn curls, but ultimately cked any real desire pull her away. So what if it was too good to be true, it was happening here and now. Enjoy it! Abuse it for all it was worth. This wasn't first time her habituations got the better of her and damn well wouldn't be the st.

  "Hmmm.."

  Samantha's gasps filled the air with beafic recim, her deft fingers dutifully continued to knead every st remaining drop of oil across my back. Finished at st, she rose, dragging diamond tipped nipples up across the mountain of muscle defining my back.

  There was a pop of dispced air and sudden gasp, as I yanked Abigail's lips free of my dick. "Please, allow me to do this much for you." She pleaded. Why.. why did it feel so good to hear her beg. -you may- I gustured ambiguously at the floor. The pungent aroma of her intent, floated through the air, the desire be allowed to serve and provide, stiffing my prick. Oh god.. yes..

  I wallowed in more than just pleasure, I soaked in Samantha's deference and basked in Abigail's willingness and gratitude. A due of flesh was being given, such was my right. It was an uprooting belief they carried to heart, one I struggled agaist, but ultimately failed to counter.

  "Are you going to break her in again Vance." Kisara's sharp contralto cooed from the doorway. Slinking forward into the now crowded shower, she slipped under my arm, stiching lines of depraved sycophancy across my left shoulder, leaving a cascade of maroon prints in her wake.

  Blinded to reason, I took what immediately appealed to my baser urges. Ignoring Abigail and Samantha, I acted, my fingers sinking into the pert toned flesh of Kisara's bubble butt.

  This is MINE! The word thundered in my mind, undeniable. Inescapable.

  "I'm always yours baby, you don't ever have to ask." Kisara preened, her eyes glimmering with anticipation. An ugly, pernicious grin curled my lips upward. Of course not, a god doesn't ask for permission to py with their own damned toys.

  I was panting now. Desire want, ego, it all hit me at once with one undeniable truth, I had an easy outlet practically begging to be exploited. It wasn't just that no one was stopping me, but rather that they never wanted to in the first pce.

  Suddenly A sudden frenzy came over me. I wanted.. MORE! More ass and pussy to pound into submission, more tit to squeeze slurp & slobber over. Hiking Kisara's leg over my shoulder, I plunged deep in her welcoming depths..

  "Yes! Oh God yes Vance.. fuck my pussy up."

  ..And gave in to the unending bounty my supernatural charm provided. My thoughts drifted on the young woman I had unwittingly transformed into the voice of an unrestrained ego. Who was Kisara? Who was the woman who built herself a condo from the ground up.

  What could've driven her to accomplish her ambitions. While I knew her body better than the back of my own hand, of her life, I knew nothing about. Who was the woman I had unwittingly dragged into my shadow?

  The primal scent of women in prepetual heat, filled the the confined space of the shower with congealed lust & arousal, smothering reason and logic under its crushing weight. The sudden warmth of Samantha's lips on my swollen sac was the st straw. Looking down at them, my girl's.. I exploded, ciming Kisara's mind and body anew.

  Stalked out Stalking out of the bathroom, one singur thought raced through my mind. I was loosing control. Acts of depravity I had only every fantasized about a handful of times in my lifetime, were becoming more rampant and overt. Hurriedly throwing on pair of specially fitted jeans a hoody and some sandles, I grabbed a pair of earbuds, my phone and ran for the exit as if the buulding were on fire.

  I could still I feel that invisible misima rapidly flood the area, soaking into ever nook and cranny of the space around me. Just another instance of the supernatural chicanery that just kept heaping itself on my shoulders, hysteria and madness be dammed.

  I needed a few months, no, a whole fucking year if i were being honest. I needed, more than anything, somepce far far far away from the constant duluge of fantastical, moral eradicating sex that managed to seep into damn near every aspect of my life.

  Barreling down the stairs, three at a time, I found myself facing the rge steel door of the emergency exit, and smmed a perfectly toned muscur arm against it with terrific force.

  [BANG..]

  The moment stepped I out into the lower lobby The difference in sensation was familiar as it was jarring. The walls no longer felt like they were straining to contain my presence, people going about their own business, didn't pay me any immediate notice. But even that brief reprieve began to evaporate. Within moments, heads began to turn, footsteps slowed, stopped and even backtracked. And came the excmations..

  Stalking past the receptionist, I blew past a women in a pearl blue suit just entering the building "Good morni- HOLY fuck!" Pretending I didn't notice her head jerk around to get a better look, I didn't stop or slow down.

  Queing up a random pylist, I jabbed py. But even as I tried to leave the absurdities of the morning behing me, images of that perfect stranger's, long coltish legs spread wide before my all consuming grip, danced across my across the fringes of my thoughts.