Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

"I could not do justeece to Napoleon," Constantine admitted.

"I assume you mean the pastry, not the Emperor," Chrissy chuckled. "Okay. How about this? You go ahead and make your syrniki for lunch, and I'll focus on creating a French feast for dinner."
 
"Did you think that one orgasm was enough, ladies?" Prince Carl Gustav asked as he left in Dawn the strap-on dildo he wore adjacent to his real organ, which remained in Josephine. "Come now, we all know you can do better than that!"

Looking down into Josephine's eyes, Dawn gave a knowing smile. They had been through many marathon sex sessions together, sometimes just the two of them, often with others. Dawn allowed her Mistress to reply for them both.

"If you haven’t come yet, Gussie," Josephine purred, almost mockingly. "Then do what you need to do. Dawn and I can handle whatever you can dish out'"

Overcome with the true love she felt for Josephine, Dawn lowered her head to kiss her passionately.

Carl chuckled at the apparent challenge in Josephine's words. Oh he was not ready to come just yet but he would give them a good ride before he did. It was one of the benefits of being in shape and also of being drained so many times already.

"I hope you don't regret those words my dear Empress," he told her as he began to pick up his pace and began to twirl his hips as he literally screwed himself into the ladies. "I have already come several times today and am ready to go a long time right now."

Leaning more of his weight on top of Dawn's ass, he forced her down harder on top of Josephine and then wrapped his arms around the woman until he found her breasts. Moving down he quickly found her nipples and then with a bit more fumbling he was able to find Josephine's. With them both in his fingertips he began to massage them together, not only squeezing them with his fingers but rubbing them together and using them to caress each other.
 
Malcolm fondled Mary's right breast as she settled down onto his erection, cowgirl style. Karen climbed up onto the pool table behind Mary and straddled Malcolm's legs. She kissed Mary's right shoulder while reaching around with her left hand to caress Mary's available left breast. Karen's right hand moved down between Mary's thighs, its middle finger finding her clitoris and rubbing it as she rode Malcolm.

With Malcolm's rigid member deep inside her, his and Karen's hands on her breasts, and Karen's finger caressing her clitoris, Mary felt she had found nirvana. She never wanted to leave.
 
Dawn grunted as Prince Carl Gustav leaned against her bottom, using his weight to press her and Josephine's hips and pubes more tightly together while he continued to fill Dawn with the strap-on dildo he wore adjacent to his real organ, which remained in Josephine. His hand slid around her ribs until he held her firm breasts. Trapping her areolae with his fingers, he began forcibly rubbing her and Josephine's equally rigid nipples together. While uncomfortable at first, soon Dawn's breasts began to tingle, and the slight pain from her nipples only accented positively her overall pleasure.
 
My mind was in turmoil as I departed the room, angered at the interruptions but more angered at myself for allowing everything to get to me. My short temper, the lack of strength to stand firmly and make my own decisions, my over sensitivity of my past, I have no choice but to get these things under control and my expectations to allow Michele to make everything okay was just sugar coating the situation, even thou it is appealing to my desire to be with her.

A flare of nausea came over me when the Big Russian once again crossed over my path. His ridiculous chuckle only infuriated me more about him than I had been already, so much for getting my temper under control. I shook my head at the man, took in a deep breath and continued my way up the stairs toward the main floor of the mansion.

I reached the main foyer of the mansion, the bright sunlight shined through the windows seemed to quell the anger that flowed through my veins. I took in a deep breath and allowed the warmth of the sun to bath my flesh. My eyes closed as I stood there bathing in the warmth.

I slowly opened my eyes and focused upon the front door, once again the thought of just walking out the door entered my mind, but as before, the thought of Michele entered the picture as well. I Took in another deep breath, held it in for a few moments then released it.
 
The lusty police officer was slowly riding Malcolm. His hard manhood penetrating her body. Then he saw the sweet Karen slide up behind her. She pinned down his legs even more as she began to feel up the officer. The officer had to do all of the moving now, and she seemed to be wanting to as she rode on Malcolm's cock. Karen's fingers seemed to be doing the trick as he watched the officer and saw how much she was enjoying this.
 
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Michele found Alysa standing in the foyer, eyes closed, seeming to bask in the sun poring in through two stories of windows surrounding the bayed entrance. Alysa slowly opened her eyes and focused upon the front door. She took a deep breath and held it for an unnaturally long time. Then she released it as if coming to some significant decision.

"Please don't leave," Michele pleaded, surprising herself with the desperation in her own voice.
 
Setting the Goal



Dawn grunted as Prince Carl Gustav leaned against her bottom, using his weight to press her and Josephine’s hips and pubes more tightly together, which made Josephine moan with renewed desire. This turned to a feral growl when he pinched Dawn’s areolae to begin rubbing her and Josephine’s equally rigid nipples together while he continued to fill Dawn with the strap-on dildo he wore adjacent to his real organ, which remained in Josephine.

“Now that’s the ‘Royal Highness’ I know and love,” Josephine gasped. “C’mon, Gussie... Can you make us all come at once?”

 
I take in another deep breath, close my eyes and slowly allowing it to exit over my lips upon hearing the familiar sound of Michele’s voice. I feel slightly ashamed in what I’ve done to her, evident by the slight distortion in her tone. Desperation, a distortion which is unbefitting to her.

I push my thoughts of leaving to the back of my mind before I turn to face her. Opening my eyes, my orbs once again falls upon her beauty, even more enhanced in the sunlight over the dimness of the playroom. My gaze travels over her slender form before coming to the sparkling orbs, which seem to ease my quell. “Michele.”

I stand looking at her, frozen in place, unsure what to say. I feel a sense of ease around her, but looking past her shoulder into the fray of the environment, I feel the quell rising once more, the unsureness of my place within these walls, only if I could find the part of me that I lost some time ago.

“Michele, I ...” As the saying goes sometimes love just isn’t enough, but then again it’s only been several hours but seems like a lifetime between us. I close my eyes, take in another deep breath and allow my mind to search my soul for how I want my life to go. Exhaling, opening my eyes once more I look into hers once more.

“I’m not going anywhere.” I finally reply. Determined to make this my choice.
 
“Michele, I...” Alysa paused and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as if to make a significant announcement. Michele feared Alysa would declare herself ready to face the consequences of trespassing on a private American citizen's property to spy for a foreign government, and then leave. If only Josephine had controlled her anger when interrogating Alysa, she would understand everything that remaining part of this household had to offer. After what seemed an eternity, Alysa let out her breath and opened her eyes to gaze openly into Michele's worried stare. Michele prepared for the worst, but then Alysa declared: “I'm not going anywhere.”

Tears spilled out of Michele's bright blue eyes as she closed the distance between them and hugged Alysa desperately, saying: “Let's get upstairs and change into something pretty. You're an employee here, sure, but you need to feel like yourself for a while, so you can see why I think you'll be happy to stay.... I need you to want to stay!”
 
That feeling of shame for putting Michele through all of this chimes to a truth when I witness the tears of relief slide down the woman’s gorgeous face. I don’t intentionally do this to hurt her, only trying to find my place in a situation that seems to keep it’s claws hooked into me. No, that’s not correct, I do this on my own for I do want to be with Michele, but the situation that I’m in comes with her and that is why it pains the both of us when I allow my desperation and anger get the better of me.

I come to a moment of happiness, as I feel the body of Michele come into contact with me. Her hug is returned as I place my arms around her waist and lightly pull her to me. We hold one another for a few moments before she lightly pulls back and informs me that we should go upstairs and put on some clothes that will help me feel more like myself than a servant to the lady of the house. I lightly shake my head in an agreement. “Sure, I think it might give me a little solace.” I offer with a smile, more so by being in her arms than the words she spoke for putting on clothes was like putting a band-aid on a gunshot wound. Nothing is going to help until I come to terms with myself on staying here, once that happens maybe I can find that lost part of me.

Shall we?” I look into her eyes, arms still entwined around her waist. “Maybe, we will have a little time to ourselves while the Lady of the house is still entertaining her guests. I give a slight sinister smile. “Although I want to go where that Russian doesn’t have access too.” I growl still angered by his demeanor.
 


Dawn grunted as Prince Carl Gustav leaned against her bottom, using his weight to press her and Josephine’s hips and pubes more tightly together, which made Josephine moan with renewed desire. This turned to a feral growl when he pinched Dawn’s areolae to begin rubbing her and Josephine’s equally rigid nipples together while he continued to fill Dawn with the strap-on dildo he wore adjacent to his real organ, which remained in Josephine.

“Now that’s the ‘Royal Highness’ I know and love,” Josephine gasped. “C’mon, Gussie... Can you make us all come at once?”


Smiling over Dawn's shoulder into Josephine's eyes Carl grunted as he pushed even deeper into both women. "Well I can certainly try Empress," he chuckled.

Abandoning their nipples he grabbed onto Dawn's hips and began to concentrate on giving each woman maximum pleasure.

Still pushing down on Dawn, he adjusted himself so he was also thrusting down into them so his cock was rubbing on Josephine's clit with every thrust in and out. He hoped it would also stimulate Dawn's as it was in close proximity but he was not sure about that. the most he could hope for was that the movement would transfer into hers because of the tribidism.

Dawn's main source of pleasure would come from the large dildo penetrating her ass and he rammed it in smoothly and deeply as he grabbed her hips. Then he couldn't help himself as he saw her tight globes and gave them a cheeky smack.

Finally he began to move his hips in a circular fashion as he penetrate the women, literally screwing into them. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge now and began to speed up, pounding into them with long hard strokes.

"Almost there ladies so I hope you are getting close," he grunted out.
 
Malcolm fondled Mary's right breast as she settled down onto his erection, cowgirl style. Karen climbed up onto the pool table behind Mary and straddled Malcolm's legs. She kissed Mary's right shoulder while reaching around with her left hand to caress Mary's available left breast. Karen's right hand moved down between Mary's thighs, its middle finger finding her clitoris and rubbing it as she rode Malcolm.

Pinching lightly Mary's left nipple, Karen continued to gently rub the deputy's clitoris. Karen's lips barely brushed her left ear as she whispered: "It's time for you to orgasm...."
 
"It's time for you to orgasm," Karen's whisper felt hot against Mary's ear. With Malcolm's rigid member deep inside Mary, his and Karen's hands on her breasts, and Karen's finger caressing her clitoris, those few words easily set her off.

"Oh!" Mary groaned as she began to come. "Oh... oh my God!"
 
Growing Closer



“Almost there ladies,” Prince Carl Gustav grunted as he employed a strap-on dildo adjacent to his actual erection to make love to Dawn and Josephine respectively and simultaneously. “So I hope you are getting close.”

It didn’t matter to Josephine, and she imagined it would not matter much to Carl, that the tribadism she shared with Dawn, that their various positions created, played more of a role in moving her to climax than having his living organ inside of her. As she neared the pinnacle of ecstasy, Josephine cried out. “I’m close, Gussie! My God!!! I’m so close....”

 
Malcolm heard Karen whisper those words, "It is time for you to orgasm." Then he heard as Mary obeyed that command. He felt it too as her pussy clamped tightly on his hard cock. He made a point of biting her nipples as she came, wanting to overwhelm her, that and they looked so enticing.

He wondered if Karen would prove to be a switch, She certainly did like to be in control. He let the sexy officer ride out her orgasm, as he waited to see if Karen would help her off or push her off next.
 
"Oh!" Mary groaned as she began to come with Malcolm's rigid member deep inside her, his and Karen's hands on her breasts, and Karen's finger caressing her clitoris. "Oh... oh my God!"

Karen giggled with delight as she pinched Mary's nipple and rubbed her clit all the more vigorously.
 
Karen's giggle in her ear as she pinched Mary's nipple and rubbed her clit more vigorously drove Mary's orgasm to new heights.

"Fuck!" Mary screamed with joy as her rapidly thrusting hips pounded Malcolm's hips against the felted hard slate of the pool table. "That's perfect!!!!"
 
"I could not do justeece to Napoleon," Constantine admitted.

"I assume you mean the pastry, not the Emperor," Chrissy chuckled. "Okay. How about this? You go ahead and make your syrniki for lunch, and I'll focus on creating a French feast for dinner."

"Fuck! That's perfect!!!!" Despite the mansion's high ceilings and thick walls, Mary's scream echoed up the basement stairs. The orgasmic tenor -- in various meanings of the word -- of her loud cries remained distinctly audible to those seated in the kitchen.

Ian laughed and said to Chrissy and Constantine: "Well, one of you ought to start lunch. It sounds to me like people are starting to finish up their morning activities!"
 
Malcolm looked up and watched the lusty police officer. Her large breasts bounced every time she slammed down hard on his cock. Even with Karen's hands holding them and pinching the nipples her large breasts swayed with the movement. His hard manhood slid in and out of wetness. He did hope Mary would have the presence of mind to do this to Karen. He let one hand move to Mary's ass, grabbing it once before spanking it.
 
"Oh fuck!!!" Mary screamed again as her second overwhelming orgasm in less than 30 minutes reached its pinnacle, then she collapsed forward onto Malcolm in a momentary stupor of delirious ecstasy.
 
"Oh fuck!!!" Mary screamed again with Malcolm's rigid member deep inside her, while Karen's finger caressed her clitoris. Then, apparently physically and emotionally spent, Mary collapsed forward onto Malcolm. Karen gave her a few seconds to catch her breath, then helped her roll off of him onto the felted slate of the pool table.

Malcolm's erection remained pointing toward the high ceiling. Already slick with Mary's juices, it slid right into Karen when she scooted up his thighs and mounted his hips with a satisfied sigh.
 
As Karen helped Mary off of him, Malcolm felt the momentarily flash of cold on his erect manhood, but as Karen slid onto it, the heat from her felt exquisite. He offered his hand to her as he looked up at her. As she sighed from pleasure, his cock buried in deep inside of her. His hand moved to her back as he pulled her in to kiss her deeply. "Now ride me."
 
"I could not do justeece to Napoleon," Constantine admitted.

"I assume you mean the pastry, not the Emperor," Chrissy chuckled. "Okay. How about this? You go ahead and make your syrniki for lunch, and I'll focus on creating a French feast for dinner."

"Fuck! That's perfect!!!!" Despite the mansion's high ceilings and thick walls, Mary's scream echoed up the basement stairs. The orgasmic tenor -- in various meanings of the word -- of her loud cries remained distinctly audible to those seated in the kitchen.

Ian laughed and said to Chrissy and Constantine: "Well, one of you ought to start lunch. It sounds to me like people are starting to finish up their morning activities!"

"Oh fuck!!!" Mary's screamed again downstairs, punctuating Ian's suggestion.

"Okay then," Chrissy replied as she pulled an iPad out of a cabinet and started searching for recipe ideas. "Why don't you boys put lunch together while I start working on supper."
 
Constantine has been waiting for the syrniki batter to chill for the correct period of time and hopefully for house occupants to finish up their respective fuck sessions. He checks a clock in the kitchen and finds that enough time has passed. So he rustles up a couple of large skillets and fires up the stove top. A couple of dabs of butter added start to melt as he pulls the batter out. A profusion of quality jams and some sour cream get his attention so he gets them out.

"Lunch vill be served soon," he says, "Vat are chances dat servants are available to set table?" "or moost guest do such menial tasks?"

"Eef you are not busy, droog Ian. Could you eider set table or perhaps find servants? And inform de oders dat loonch vill be served very soon."

He turns on oven and places a plate inside to keep syrnike cakes warm as they are produced.
 
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