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After finding the most remote, private bedroom, Susan and Brenda locked the door and made their way to the bed.

Susan thought, So much for Xania's advice to maintain balance in my life and do non-sexual things. I just have to accept that I live for sex nowadays. I live to serve my son, even when he's not around!

Susan continued as she fumbled to remove her gown, "Tiger would sit there, in the middle of the bed, with his back to the wall. Marcella, you, and I, we'd be on all fours with our faces in his crotch. Since Marcella is in the middle, she'd get much of the prime cock terrain. I figure she'll spend most of her time bobbing back and forth over his sweet spot, while you and I mostly have to content ourselves with licking his balls."

"Awww." Like Susan, Brenda was already sitting on the bed and had her gown hiked up to her waist, so she could play with her pussy and clit.

Susan was pumping two fingers in and out of her hot slit, not caring what Brenda saw. "I know, I know. But remember, we're still luring her in. Later, the three of us will be able to share his cock more fairly. Anyway, even Tiger has his limits, and with all three of us slurping and loving our way all over his cock, he can only last so long. When it's time for him to blow, he'll let us know and you and I will make sure that Marcella is properly positioned so he can blast his spermy cream all over her face and chest! Meanwhile, we'll be busy playing with her cunt, if she's not playing with herself already, to make sure she has a great big climax at the same time he does."

"Awww," Brenda moaned again. "Can't he cum on ALL our faces?"

"Perhaps, a little, but probably not. Remember, she still hasn't been properly tamed. She needs a full blast!"

"I haven't been properly tamed yet either, although today was a start," Brenda sadly noted. She fantasized that Alan was slapping her face with his stiff cock.

"Don't worry, you will be. In any case, after everyone has a wonderful cum, Marcella will probably get a bit moody and have second thoughts. She'll complain that she's still married, her husband is in the other room, and the usual blah blah blah. Tiger naturally won't listen. Even as she's complaining, you and I will move her into position, and he'll push his great fat cock all the way into her!"

"God, that's so hot!" Brenda said. She finally got all of her underwear off, leaving her in nothing but high heels. That fact alone aroused her tremendously, since she knew how Alan felt about women wearing nothing but heels.

Susan waited until she had her bra off and was fully naked, again except for her high heels. She plunged her fingers back in her pussy, and groped one of her tits as well. "Aaaah. That's SO much better! Now, where were we? It's time for the actual TAMING to begin! Marcella might have put up a feeble protest up until now, but with her face thoroughly spattered with cum and his huge dick deep inside her, she's a goner, and everyone knows it. That being the case, Tiger can tell her the truth. He'll say, 'I picked you out of the crowd because you're the most beautiful woman here. Well, not counting my other sex slaves.' Then he'll nod to you and me."

"WOW! I'm one of his sex slaves?!" Brenda was excitedly frigging her pussy with three fingers.

"Of course. In the story, mind you. He seems to have some kind of objection to that kind of language in real life. Then she'll ask, 'So, is that what you think I'll be? Another one of your sex slaves? HA! Fat chance!'"

"More like 'fat cock!'" Brenda snickered as her fingers flew in and out of her hot snatch. "Let him stick his fat cock in her! That'll shut her up."

Susan was wildly frigging herself too. "You're getting ahead of me. Sure enough, she still has some fighting spirit in her, because the idea of a real sex slave in this day and age is just too bizarre to be believed. Tiger realizes he has no choice but to fuck some sense into her, and he starts doing just that! The minutes pass as he thoroughly, deeply, and profoundly POUNDS her helpless pussy!"

Brenda asked, "Meanwhile, what are we doing?" Her eyes were closed, and she was vividly picturing herself in their shared fantasy.

"Good question. Naturally, we'll do whatever it takes to increase her pleasure, so her taming will be that much more thorough and permanent. We can lick her nipples, or French kiss her, or squeeze her clit, or whatever. Before long, she'll be so far gone that she'll hardly notice. Her entire world is Tiger's cock, pounding, pounding, pounding! Relentlessly pounding!"

"Good God!" Brenda had three fingers pounding in and out in imitation of what she was hearing.

"I know! It's like being tied to the tracks and having a train racing to crush you! No one's gonna save her at the last minute. She's fucked! Her will is gonna be crushed! Her pride, drilled apart by his thick fuck-meat! Her sanity, destroyed! Soon, she'll be nothing but one of Tiger's many hopelessly addicted sex slaves, living to serve his cock!"

"Oh Susan!" Brenda cried out. "Please! Hurry up with your story! I'm gonna cum so hard! I can't stand it!"

"Me too!" Susan panted. "I've gotta finish up quickly. So Tiger, he's banging her bareback, and he fills her up with his cum!"

"Oh no! What about pregnancy?"

"Who cares?! That's not his problem. That's the risk you take whenever he fucks you!"

"God! God! Stop!" Brenda was frigging herself so rapidly, her huge boobs were bouncing up and down quite actively. "He's gonna knock her up!"

Susan went on, "Probably. But after he boned her and filled her up, you think he's satisfied? Ha! That's just for starters! His glorious cock doesn't even get soft. Then he fucks our faces, one after the other, just because he can! Marcella's resistance is totally broken now, and she uses her tongue and lips to serve him with the total devotion of a true sex slave! His latest conquest!"

"Ack!" Brenda cried out.

"Hours pass. Nobody at the party knows what happened to Marcella. Suzanne, being another one of his obedient slaves, has led her hubby far out of the house on some wild goose chase. Tiger is free to bone Marcella's married cunt and then her ass, over and over and over again! In fact, he cums in and on all three of us so much that he can hardly tell us apart, we're all so covered in his thick, pearly sperm. We're just three of his many big-titted sex slaves!"

Brenda's face was contorted with lust. "Oh! Uh! 'Many!'" She squealed, "Gonna cum!"

"Wait! I'm almost done! Marcella knows when she's been beaten. When he finally can cum no more, she drops to her knees before him, and says, 'Alan, forget my husband. I don't even have a husband anymore, although I'll keep pretending to be married if that's what you want. I belong to you now. I exist to serve. To serve YOU! I will come to you whenever you call, ready to serve you and your great cock in any way you desire. That's why I will no longer call you Alan. To me, you will simply be: Master.'"

Both Brenda and Susan had been holding back a bit with their masturbating, waiting for Susan to finish her story. But as soon as Susan said "Master," Brenda simply exploded. She started to scream so loud that Susan was forced to act quickly and cover Brenda's mouth with both hands.

That muffled Brenda's shrieks enough so that no one came running to find out what the ruckus was. But Brenda kept cumming and cumming and screaming and screaming as her body was totally wracked by a massive, prolonged series of climaxes. That was unfortunate, because it meant Susan was forced to continue to cover Brenda's mouth with both hands instead of being able to have and enjoy her own great orgasm.

Once Brenda's orgasms had subsided, more or less, Susan finally was able to touch herself and cum. It was nice, but it wasn't the huge monster climax she'd been seconds away from right when her story ended. Unfortunately, that climactic moment was long past. But she'd had a great time just the same.

The two of them flopped on the bed, naked and utterly exhausted. After Brenda recovered enough to freely speak, she said, "That was AWESOME! I swear, you should be a professional sexual storyteller or something. That was really hot!"

Susan said, "Pshaw. It was nothing. He's my Tiger. He inspires me."

Brenda asked, "So, how much of that was real? I mean, he's obviously never even met Marcella, but could he really do all that to her?"

Susan scrunched her face, pondering the question. "I don't know. For one thing, there's what he COULD do, and what he's too nice and moral to do. Even then, I suppose there are some unrealistic bits... Anyway, let's not go there. It was a fun fantasy, and that's enough."

Brenda nodded at that. Then she put her hand on Susan's upper arm. "Hey, I'm sorry... about, you know, screaming so hard that I kind of ruined your moment. Let me make it up to you. Let me tell YOU a story!"

Susan asked suspiciously, "What kind of story?" So far, she'd loved all the stories Brenda had told her, which were usually based on Brenda's dreams. But she knew there were lots of stories that could be very arousing for other women, such as gangbang stories, that would only make her ill.

"An Alan story, of course. But before I start, I just have to say how much I enjoyed all your sex-slave talk. I have to admit that's been one of my biggest fantasies for a long time. Maybe THE biggest fantasy for me. The thought that I'm a sex slave to a dominant man... one who has many others, of course. And now, with Alan, I can see a version of that actually happening in reality! It's so EXCITING! But I've been afraid to mention it to anyone, even to you, for fear that you'd think I'm too weird. Especially since my position with him is still uncertain."

Susan smiled warmly. "I know what you mean. I've been afraid to talk about that too. Heck, I've been afraid to even think it sometimes. To call myself one of his personal cocksuckers, or even one of his fuck toys or sex pets - that's pretty wild. But 'sex slave'; that's something else altogether!"

Brenda took Susan's hand and held it tightly. "It is. That's why I'm so pleased that you had the courage to share a fantasy like that. Even if it's just a fantasy, it makes everything ten times hotter, at least!"

Susan smiled widely. "True. Honestly, I didn't intend to go there, but my story kind of had its own momentum. I'm glad, because now we can be more honest with each other."

Brenda nodded. "It's too bad Alan is so against that kind of language. You told me he doesn't even approve of the word 'harem.' Think of all the fun we could have getting his cock hard as steel with our sex-slave talk!"

"I know. But truth be told, when he gets really hot and bothered, he doesn't mind so much. In fact, I'm sure he loves it. As a matter of fact, earlier today, I said words like that to him, and this is an exact quote: 'Does that mean you want your big-titted, cock-worshipping servant mommy to stop?' Only it came out sounding a lot more muffled and slurred than that, because I was bobbing on his fat cock at the time!"

"NO!"

"Yes!"

"NO! Seriously, NO! It can't be! If it's really true, I'll simply DIE from too much excitement!"

Susan beamed. "Then I hope you've written your will, because every word is true. Ask Katherine or Amy. They were there too, naked and fondling and kissing him at the same time."

"AAAAIIIIEEE! Susan, please stop! You're going to make me cum just from your words alone!" Brenda had to mentally count slowly to ten to try to calm herself. It helped, but then she couldn't resist asking, "'big-titted, cock-worshipping servant mommy?' Really? Are you sure you're not exaggerating?!"

"As our great Lord God is my witness, every single word is true."

"Wow." Brenda stared off into space in wonder. She looked unaffected, but she was churning with excitement on the inside.

Susan went on, "And, by the way, don't feel so uncertain about your position. You're not yet one of his personal cocksuckers, much less one of his sex pets, but today I'm sure you passed your audition of sorts. I have no doubt you'll be sucking his cock a lot from now on."

"Really?!" Brenda squeezed Susan's hand tightly without thinking, because she was suddenly anxious. "I've been hoping that's the case, but I was afraid to ask. Afraid to dream!"

"Well, dream away! It's like Suzanne said to you earlier today, around the time I was licking Tiger's cock and balls clean: you're not one of his personal cocksuckers yet, but you're getting there. I don't remember her exact words, but that was the gist."

"Oh God!" Brenda's entire body bounced up and down, causing her big tits to swing around wildly. "That's the best news yet!"

Susan was very glad for her friend. "Hear, hear. But speaking of dreams, let's hear your fantasy."

"Okay, sure." Brenda tried to settle herself down. "What should it be about?"

"You decide. As long as Tiger is the only man in it."

"Well, duh! I wouldn't have it any other way. Let's see... It could be about, I dunno... Oh, I know. It can be the story of his wedding day."

Susan's heart started to pound, because Brenda had hit a bulls-eye with that idea. "His wedding?! Oh my! Who is he marrying?!"

Before Brenda could answer, Susan said, "Oh, wait, I know. He could marry Amy. If there's anyone he could really marry, it would be her. Such a lucky girl! And she would be a great catch, I have to admit. I can just picture her all decked out in her white wedding dress. So beautiful!"

That wasn't where Brenda had intended to go with this, since she was thinking about describing Alan marrying herself or Susan, maybe both. But she asked anyway, "What would it look like?"

"The usual. But... wouldn't it be deliciously naughty if she went topless? That would be so fitting, don't you think?"

"I do!" Brenda agreed heartily. "In fact, all the female guests should go topless, since naturally they'd all be beautiful and all would have been fucked by Alan at some point or another. And instead of the usual receiving line, kissing and hugging and shaking hands, they'd have to take turns sucking his cock!"

Susan gushed, "Brenda, I love it! You're so clever!"

Brenda said, "Well, it's just a fantasy, right? In fact, why stop at just Amy? Forget the legalities. He can marry all of us! You, me, Suzanne, Amy, Katherine, and anyone else you want to throw in there. Marcella too, if you want." She chuckled at that, since Alan had yet to even meet her. "A right and proper HAREM marriage!"

Susan's eyes went wide. "Oh my! Oh my! I think... I think I'd LOVE that!" She looked around. "But... uh-oh, where are we? Whose room is this? We already have it smelling like sex. This is NOT how I thought attending this party would go." She laughed, because that was such an understatement.

Brenda sniffed the air. "We did sex this place up. But don't worry, the door's locked and the party will be going for hours. No one is gonna miss us or come looking. When we're done telling sexy Alan stories, we can just open the windows and throw the sheets in the laundry. Couples sneak off for quickies at parties all the time. No one will be the wiser."

"I don't know," Susan said hesitantly. She looked at the big wet spot on the sheet under Brenda, and exclaimed, "Good grief! Did you pee or something? That can't all be cum!"

Brenda was abashed. "Um, it is. Don't worry, I'm used to this. I can clean things up. Now, let me tell you all about our big wedding day!"

Looking away, Susan shyly said, "If you tell your story, can you kind of focus on the part where he marries me? And I want to be married in a typical white wedding dress, but one that leaves me topless." Her shyness fell away as she got into it. "Oh! And maybe it even shows off my pussy too. Oh! And a collar! A long white leash from Tiger's hand to the collar around my neck. Then everyone will see that I'm not only one of his wives, but one of his sex slaves too."

Brenda was already back to masturbating. "Good idea! Great idea, in fact. Let's definitely make this another sex-slave story!"

"Yes, let's! It's so naughty and wrong, but so what?"

Brenda's eyes shimmered with excitement. "It is, but that's what makes it so HOT! He can have one leash for each of us, don't you think? Imagine him standing there with a whole handful of white leashes, each one leading to one of his wife-slaves in their topless white wedding dresses!"

Susan's chest started to heave with arousal. "Definitely! What a great image! Mmmm... 'Wife-slave.' I love the sound of that."

"Me too. I just came up with that off the top of my head. Anyway, we should all be on our knees, with him the only one standing. In fact, don't you think it would be better if you suck his cock all through the wedding ceremony? That'll show everyone just how things really are. Yes, you'll be his wife-slave, but a lot less 'wife' and a lot more 'slave!'"

Susan nodded enthusiastically. She was busy masturbating too. "That's a GREAT idea! Brenda, you know what? You're all right. I must admit that I've had my issues with you, mostly due to the obscene size of your gigantic tits. But you're all right. You've got the right attitude. It's like... you and me, we're on the exact same wavelength."

"Thank you, Susan. To be honest, I like you a great deal. And I also have a confession. I wasn't too keen on coming to this party, but I did it to curry favor with Suzanne and you. Boy, I'm so glad I did! This is the most fun I've had in years, well, except for the card games at your house recently. Or any other time I come to your house! Not to mention cum IN your house"

She chuckled knowingly, and Susan did too.

Then Brenda continued, "Now, let's plan this wedding out some, and then I'll tell the story. For starters, how many women is he going to marry in our dream?"

"Ten!" Susan said passionately. "Or twelve! Make it an even dozen. That'll be so hot! Mmmm... 'Wife-slave.' I can't get enough of that term. Great idea!"

"Thanks. And who will his wife-slaves be exactly?"

"Let's see. You, me, Katherine, Suzanne, and Amy. Oh, poo, that's only five. He deserves so many more! He should wake up every morning with a couple of different wife-slaves already slurping and bobbing all over his cock and balls, and never know who they're gonna be. That's the mark of a truly great master."

Brenda suggested, "Agreed! Since we're fantasizing, let your thoughts run free. Who else does he like?"

"Hmmm. Add Glory to the list. Definitely! That's a sexy teacher of his. He's had a crush on her for ages, and she's a very nice person. Her tits aren't much to write home about, but you can't have everything. The most important thing is that he loves her."

That took Brenda by surprise. "Has anything happened between them?"

Susan replied enthusiastically, "Not that I know of, not yet. But that's the key: yet! With him, anything is possible! And then there's Christine. She's this super stacked, sexy classmate that he's crazy about. I've told you about her, haven't I?"

"Definitely. You even showed me a photo. She's prime sex-slave material, and very Alan-worthy."

"She sure is. Oh, and Xania. She's the great psychologist I just met. And beautiful. I've told you about her too. There's no doubt she's very Alan-worthy as well. Oh shoot, that's still only eight."

She rubbed her chin while pondering. "Let's see... There's Heather, this gorgeous cheerleader he's fucking."

"You've told me about her too," Brenda said. "A busty blonde, right?"

"Right. The problem is, apparently she's a complete bitch. But if he completely tames her, that's not a problem, right? So add her. Heck, since it's my fantasy, throw in my favorite sister Stella too. She almost could be my twin. In fact, throw in ALL my sisters! Oh wow, that makes it MORE than a dozen! Oh boy, this is such fun!"

Brenda didn't even know how many sisters Susan had, but she calculated it had to be four or more. She asked, "Can you imagine all of your sisters naked and in chains, fighting over the right to serve their master's cock? Their master... Alan? Of course, you'd be there with them, chained to all the others."

Susan's eyes went wide. "Brenda, that is the most wicked thought I've ever heard. They're such a God-fearing, Bible-thumping bunch. Besides, they're mostly married with children, and scattered all over the country... But I love it! You're sending chills up and down my spine!"

The two of them worked on their wedding fantasy for a good hour. By the time they were done, they had both cum so many times that their pussies were sore to the point of actually hurting. If not for that, they would have kept going until the party ended, because they were having such great fun.

And by the end of their fantasizing, they had reached a new level of friendship with each other. It was dawning on them that they were kindred spirits, bonded by their submissive lust for Alan.

Somehow, they managed to leave the party without anyone noticing what they'd done. True, they left the bedroom they were in a little worse for wear, and they felt bad about that, but at least there was nothing about it that could be traced back to them.

Before they drove off in separate cars, they made plans to talk more on the phone the next day, after they had recovered fully. They both had lots of submissive fantasies they wanted to share. Now that they'd mutually shared their "forbidden" interest in sex-slave talk, they felt bound together even closer than before.

Susan loved talking to Suzanne about sex, but Suzanne was more grounded in reality, and liked talking about things that one or both of them had actually done with Alan the day before. For instance, if Susan brought up this kind of wedding fantasy to Suzanne, Suzanne would have dismissed it with a discouraging look. Brenda, though, had a great imagination, and the more submissive and fantastic the idea, the better. Susan loved that.