Tomboy Island

Hands sticky with the juices of fruits and cooked meat, stomach full with the same, Alex felt a different kind of hunger rise. Previously appeased by the constant ministrations of Tess’ lips on his manhood, it now rose to a level that just one tomboy’s service could no longer contain. “To the bath.”

The three words were spoken into a room of chatter, all of which immediately quieted. His baritone resonated in their souls, awakening in the tomboys the need to satisfy his own. Before they could even think about it, they glided off the benches of cotton and wood, putting a pause to their existence as independent women. From now until they passed out, these 16 gorgeous tomboys were his sex slaves in every capacity he deemed appropriate.

Rising from his throne, cock gliding out of Tess’ throat in a series of depraved, sucking sounds, Alex towered above all of them. He only stood tall for a moment, his erection aching impatiently to be inside one of his holes again. Long strides carried him forwards. His hand caressed the scalps of multiple women in passing.

“Follow,” he ordered them.

The tree was filled with the quiet taps of over a dozen nubile females crawling over the wooden floors. They moved with the grace of gazelles and the need of heated animals. When he looked over his shoulder, he was met with the blank, lusty expressions of cumdumps, drooling in appreciation of his muscular body.

They reached the main bath swiftly, yet not swiftly enough. By the time they arrived there, Alex’s self-control was at its breaking point. They entered the steam-filled room, heated by magic to a temperature that made his blood pump even hotter. He barely made it to the middle of the chamber before he spun around.

The two women closest to him happened to be Tess and Blair. One was still marked by the prolonged usage of her mouth, the other drooled in anticipation of it. In need of a quick release, he grabbed both of them by the back of the head. They did not have to be dragged to his crotch, leaning in and up the instant his hands gave them nonverbal permission to worship.

“Scatter, enjoy one another, clean yourselves, I will get to you soon enough,” Alex grunted at the gathered tomboys.

“”Yes, Master,”” they spoke in a, by now, entirely natural unison. Those two words crossed their lips with regularity and the purpose behind them was shared between all of them.

Nubile bodies moved around, climbing into the pool of hot water. Different levels of elevation within and the benches around made for the perfect scenery for the selection of willing sex slaves to splinter into smaller groups of sapphic love. Hands glided over pale, tanned and dark curves, rubbing away the dirt accumulated over this long day. Tomboys were prone to wallowing, to adventure, and even those that had stayed at home had their traces of impurities from hunting and scouting the area around the tree.

Fingers and tongues sank into ready cunts. The receivers tilted their heads back, moaning aloud the names of those that provided and purring to the glory of their Master. Even entangled among themselves, Alex’s haremettes always had him on their minds. He had encouraged their worship, crazy as it was, and his soul sung from it. He was eager to prove them all right for putting this superhuman level of trust into him.

His eyes returned to the two that serviced him directly. Tess and Blair were moving in instinctive unison, goth angel and red succubus entirely devoted to the process. Silver and green eyes stared up at him, always studying his face for guidance. Their tongues slavishly polished his shaft, then wrestled in unified service of his engorged head. Tess’ tongue was nimble and human, while Blair’s had become as obviously demonic as her black-marked, red-skinned exterior. The pointy muscle stretched inhumanely long, coiling once around his shaft before engaging with Tess.

Since the angel already had her fill, the choice on what to do next was obvious. Alex clutched the curved, black horns of the fiery succubus in both of his hands. Pointy ears wiggled in anticipation of the privilege bestowed on her, slit pupils dilated. Her dark red lips were gaping, ready to take him inside.

Tess swooned while her Master stuffed the upper hole of the cumslut. There was nothing in the goth angel’s heart besides satisfaction, watching her hero claim another woman. The first of the harem placed a series of kisses around the base of his cock, then worshipped the container of his seed.

The penetration was swift and needful. Alex grunted every centimetre of the way, enveloped by Blair’s intense heat. Louder vocalizations reverberated from her. He filled a throat that undulated like the tightest parts of her pussy, folds massaging all of him that made her neck bulge.

Alex needed to cum, his lust demanded it. Usually, that instinct would have pushed him to hammer into his comfort hole with reckless abandon. Not so with Blair. The supreme cocksucker read her Master perfectly and applied her technique and changed biology perfectly. The imperfect seal of her lips filled the air with sucking sounds as she aggressively bobbed her head. Her throat-pussy clenched around him, the taste of his precum delivering her to a swift climax.

Despite her spasms, she knew exactly what she was doing. On every stroke, her tongue pressed against his underside, massaging all of his sensitive spots with great care, before he was sucked back into her depths and the natural cocksleeve that it was.

Within two minutes, Alex’s cum surged up his shaft. Blair glided up in the last moment, allowing his enormous load to pool in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head. Tess grabbed his shaft, stroking the length rapidly, then ever slower as the tensing of his balls abated.

Blair cautiously retreated, presenting the white that contrasted starkly with her red skin. A light tilt of her spine betrayed her expectation that she would be made to share. Since Tess truly had gotten her fill earlier, Alex had other plans. “Swallow.”

The succubus did not question her Master’s order and gulped the mouthful of essence down in an instant. Her entire body shuddered, a final orgasm underlining her experience of being his first relief tool. A final headpat was all he gave her before he turned his still intense erection to the rest of his sex slaves.

His eyes immediately fell on Evelyn. The dragon-horned tomboy had positioned herself close to him, sitting in the shallow water at the edge of the pool. Her plush ass was barely submerged. Her spread legs, wet pussy, sculpted midriff, large tits and confident smirk were all above the waterline, laid bare for his viewing pleasure. The steam in the air made her dark skin glisten alluringly.

“All of me is yours, Master,” Evelyn cooed with her usual, haughty subservience. Every syllable was intonated with the obedience she only had for him, her chosen, worthy mate. A finger circled her clit, making her gasp without setting her off. “Use me, if it pleases you.”

In three steps, he towered over her. Like a caveman, he grabbed her ankle, dragging her through the shallows until her lower body rested on the wooden edge of the enormous tub. Her upper body was tilted downwards, her sizeable and firm breasts slanting towards her face. Just this simple proof of his strength had her panting. The only thing she loved more than showing off was to live out her place in the harem.

“I am truly blessed to have such an eager set of holes at my disposal,” Alex groaned. He skipped the usual foreplay, the teasing of her swollen mound with his cock, and instead pushed right against her entrance. His lust continued to surge through his veins with undiluted strength.

“Yours to fuck, break and breed,” Evelyn hissed in delight. Her elegantly shaped legs, plump in all the right places from training and proper eating, wrapped around his waist. The heels pressed into his lower back, urging him deeper inside.

Bit for bit he advanced into the velvety grip of her womanhood. She was phenomenally tight, yet yielded so effortlessly to his advances. A conveniently grown, leafless branch of the tree above allowed him to steady himself. He clutched it with one hand, holding her waist in the other.

A last bit of force delivered the rest of his cock into her depths. Soft folds quivered around the tip of his cock, while the entrance gripped him tight. He lost not a moment to getting lost in the sensation. Rather, he began to thrust instantly, channelling the aggression that had been kept down by Blair’s superb oral technique.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Evelyn’s high-pitched cries echoed in the room, each a testament to how much she had craved domination by a worthy man all of her adult life. “Use your slave as your… ah!... cocksleeve, Master! Satisfy your body desires with my cur….ves! Carve into me your supremacy, my Master!”

Her delighted shouts were akin to a religious sermon. Placing a hand on his, she gently guided him to the jiggling rise of her breasts. Once there, he grasped her left tits roughly, the sensitive flesh giving under his fingers. Evelyn’s spine arched from the mixture of pain and pleasure suddenly tingling through her. Her tongue stretched out in perverted bliss when he pinched her nipple and twisted.

“S-s-s-o-o-o-o-o-oooooo gooo-oo-oo-oooooood!” she screamed, syllables breaking under the percussive impacts of his thrusts. One tit was being stretched by the pull on her pointy nipple, the other was jiggling wildly, a visual echo to the clapping of his groin against her meaty ass. “Ma—aaahhhh!--ldito árbol, ya qu..quiero embara-ah!-zarme de una vez!”

Alex picked up the Spanish, but he had no idea what she had said. Well, her tone gave him enough of an idea that she was annoyed about something, probably about this being just for pleasure. He was every bit as eager to knock her up, so he understood the annoyance very well.

Especially with his orgasm fast approaching.

The intensity of his libido had its drawbacks. Something about the food or maybe just the raw concentration of pheromones in the air after such an eventful day had him more eager to cum repeatedly than usual. Despite that, he managed to hold on until his repeated, rapid thrusts pushed Evelyn over the edge.

The orgasmic clenching of her cunt was his signal to cum. Seed pumped into her depths in yet another series of intense ejaculations. Each of the five ropes shot into her was the size of the entire load he would have been capable of before crashing on this island. Each of the five ropes drastically raised the ecstasy of the already spasming woman until her toes curled and her torso rested only on her shoulders.

Evelyn was not howling. She was making no sound at all. A true cumdump, all ego was wiped out behind her eyes. All that remained was bliss, the total bliss brought by being used by her Master to their mutual completion.

Unpausing, Alex sought to dominate a different hole of his eager sex slave immediately. He pulled out of her, his seed soon spilling from her gaping pussy. It was a view he did not indulge in.

Gasping in delight was Evelyn’s only reaction when he picked her up. She was a tall woman with a carefully cultivated physique and generous genetic endowments. All the same, he effortlessly repositioned her, putting her head where her cunt had just been.

Evelyn was simply putty in his hands. The dark-skinned latina extended her hands to wrap them around his midriff in place of her legs. Her mouth was wide open, ready to receive him. Even though her eyes remained unfocused, her purpose was clear.

[Evelyn 2 - Oral Invitation]

Alex grabbed the side of her neck with one hand, then effortlessly pushed his cock into her throat. The position was perfect for a facefucking and Evelyn, despite having been a virgin before enslaving herself to him, took his full length with climactic enthusiasm. His incubus seed had increased the sensitivity of her throat to the point it wasn’t just addiction to his dominance that was getting her off. Her throat bulged beneath his thumb. His sack rested heavy on her face.

“That’s a good cocksleeve,” Alex grunted, gliding out of her at a leisurely pace. Just as he had allowed her a breath, he thrust back in, filling the air with the slick sound of the oral penetration. “Everyone can see your cunt gushing as I…” Another thrust. “...use you for…” Another thrust. “...my satisfaction!”

With her face unseen, covered by his pistoning manhood, Evelyn truly registered as an object to his brain. A pair of tits jiggling as her back arched. Hips that shot into the air while she squirmed. Thighs that tensed and relaxed with every wave of ecstasy. It was a sight for her Master, but something was missing.

“Heyyyyyy, Masterrrrrrrrr,” Selana purred.

Alex split his attention, his eyes roaming to his fat-titted cow of a tomboy lover while his hips kept up the steady rhythm. Slow out, swift in, slow out, swift in, over and over again. Evelyn kept climaxing as he addressed Selana. “Yes, cumdump?”

“Oh, I love that,” she responded huskily, grabbing one of her humongous tits as she shuddered from his voice. “I thought I’d grab my fellow latinas and join in?”

Alex managed to summon his spatial awareness to actually see more of Selana than her tits. The cow-horned tomboy had her free arm around Sara, who was vibrating like a nervous but very excited bunny was wont to do. Valeria and Janette hung loosely around them, a light uncertainty on their faces about whether or not they were allowed to approach their dom like this.

Of course they were allowed, but more importantly, Selana had once again proven herself to be the perfect sex slave. She had brought to him what he wanted before he even knew he wanted it.

Selana and Janette were ‘pure’ Latina (one from Ecuador, the other from the USA), Evelyn and Valeria were of mixed Spanish and African stock and Sara was actually from Spain. All of them were gorgeous in their individual ways, ranging from the mild brown shade of Janette to the hazel tones of Evelyn and Valeria.

“Selana?”

“Yes, my Master?” Her voice reverberated with a justified smugness. She knew she had done good.

“Cum.”

Milk pearled from her erect nipple when Selana squeezed her tit from the sudden, orgasmic spasms. Teeth clenched and grinning wildly, she rode out the commanded orgasm, while Alex gave the latinas their orders. “Sara, Janette, eat Evelyn out. Valeria, Selana, suck her tits.”

“”Yes, Master,”” three latinas moaned.

“Y-y-yes, Master!” one Spanish bunny stammered.

The scene before him unfurled, reality manifesting in a manner even grander than his fantasy. Sara and Janette’s tongues glided over Evelyn’s gaping slit. They alternated, taking their turns tasting his trickling seed.

Simultaneously, Selana and Valeria stepped out of the tub. Their wet bodies glistened in the steaming heat of the room. Selana’s fat ass was to his left, her brown skin stretching over the sheer size of her cheeks. To his right, Valeria’s derriere was presented in its proportionate size. She was a tall woman, shaped like an hourglass, giving her butt a nice, round shape even if she didn’t reach the cow girl’s plushness.

They sucked on Evelyn’s nipples, doing exactly as their Master had demanded. Selana obliged with an enthusiastic look on her face, her smirk reflecting that she was exactly where she wanted to be. Valeria did not show her emotions quite that openly, though her glee was still evident by her eager licking and kissing of the quivering mounds of sensitive flesh beneath her lips.

Sara and Janette were gasping all the while. “Tashtesh sho goood,” Sara slurred, shyness forgotten while she tasted the mixture of a fellow slave’s pussy juice and her Master’s seed. Janette grasped Evelyn’s juicy thigh to stabilize herself while her tongue drew tiny circles around the button of the cocksleeve’s clit.

And a cocksleeve Evelyn was. A screaming cocksleeve, vibrating endlessly with powerful orgasms. Wave after wave of ecstasy hit her while her throat was used to sheathe his girthy manhood over and over again. Alex’s hands wandered from Evelyn’s curves to the wiggling behinds beside him, grasping the duality of dark-skinned derrieres with dominant intent.

The difference in texture between just two of his women was inspiring. Deep, his fingers sank into the bouncy meat of Selana’s ass, her wide hips giving ample room for the landscape of her thick, twin spheres. On the other side, Valeria’s nubile flesh was no less springy, but her hardened core of trained muscle only had enough fat for the pleasant, round shape to come together. Both sides were firm and yielding, yet it was the difference of mixture and size that made each so entertaining to study with his hands.

Craving other sensations, Alex suddenly pulled out of Evelyn’s throat. She had just enough presence of mind left to groan an eager, “How else may I serve you, Master?” while her body shuddered from the loss of his heat and the aftershocks still making her spine twitch.

“Tit job,” he uttered two words only.

Alex climbed into the pool, swiftly moving over to the throne-like structure in its bend. It was magically made for his size, a form-conforming lounger made of flexible wood and water-resistant cotton. It was perfect for him to lie down and for his women to do exactly as he hoped they would.

Evelyn straddled his outstretched legs, her large breasts dangling above and then resting on his cock. As she rocked back and forth, her soft boobs and pebbled nipples gliding over his erection, just enough water came into contact with her bare skin to add an excuse of cleaning to the service.

The half-African Latina grinned. Her face was marked by the harsh usage of her as his comfort hole. Her ass rose nicely behind her head, a pair of chocolate mounds. Evelyn knew exactly how to combine washing his cock with her tits with prostrating herself before him like the divine Master she considered him to be.

She did not remain on her own for long. Selena to her right and Valeria on her left knelt in the slightly deeper waters to the sides of Alex’s lounging throne. The nature of the Tree of Harem Life put them at the perfect height to join in on Evelyn’s service. Three pairs of tits were pushed together around his cock, drowning the large rod in an ocean of brown flesh.

Selana’s tits dominated the engagement, making up about half of the pliable, female flesh on display. All the same, Evelyn and Valeria did their part. Leaning back against the magically conforming wood, Alex watched as the landscape of female devotion took shape.

All was softness, all was wet heat. Though Selana held the visual supremacy, Evelyn was the one to lead the unified motions of the three Latinas. A slow, deliberate rhythm was an easy start. Though the members of Alex’s harem practically all could act in expert unison when it came to pairs of two, groups of three required more care.

This particular trifecta learned quite quickly. Selana was a savant for all things submissive, Evelyn a natural leader among haremettes, and Vaeria ever an observant one. Together, they accelerated quickly. They glided back and forth at first, basking the entirety of his groin and lower stomach in the glory of their softness. Then, they all squeezed their tits together with their hands, giving him a three-directional massage.

It was a tit job for the ages, a total melting away of his awareness into the submissive service. As a dom, just sitting there and receiving such attention left him wanting for a bit more. As it so happened, there were two sex slaves that he could use to slake his need to provide.

A demanding wave of his hand beckoned Sara and Janette to approach from the sides. Janette had grown to a medium size during her time on this island, while Sara was delectably flat. Alex liked the sight and feeling of both but neither could partake in the tit job going on below.

“I want to put my tongue to something useful,” he told them. His arms reached between each of their softly parted legs once they stood at either side of his throne. The backrest and their feet were subtly adjusted, putting them both at level height when he bent forwards. Fingers pressing into pliable behinds brought them closer.

First, he kissed the marks upon their wombs. Sara giggled girlishly at the touch, while Janette only let out a low, pleasured whisper. Both moaned moments later, his tongue gliding over their slick folds, tasting their sweetness and breathing in the scent of fertile females. His already long tongue extended further, the inhuman dexterity slithering into one and then the other.

Back and forth, he went, making their thighs quiver and their vocal cords vibrate. Hands on their round butts pulled them ever closer together, until his head barely fit between the two pairs of thighs. Janette was the taller of the two, yet Sara’s thighs were thicker, her hips wider. The darker Spanish woman was a bottom heavy wonder, compared to her paler, American kin.

They were pussy to pussy now, the upper peak of the swollen mons rubbing against each other. Alex’s head barely fit between them, but barely was good enough. His inhuman tongue only had to travel left to right to change which sex slave he was using for his tactical satisfaction. He could even curve his tongue against the clit of one woman while penetrating the other.

Sara and Janette were constantly, lightly shifting where they stood, struggling to keep their balance while he tongue-fucked them to regular climaxes. They held onto the backrest of his throne and relied on his groping hands to keep them upright. All of that while the other three Latinas kept moaning, experiencing their own, lesser bliss from serving him with their tits. Well, for Selana, it was barely a difference.

The next climax was fast approaching. Alex announced it through the growing volume in his grunts, matched by the increasing urgency of the trio’s movement. “Cum, Master!” Evelyn pleaded. “Mark your sex slaves with your approval!”

Valeria moaned in agreement, “I love being showered in your cum, Master.”

“Getting you off together is what we sex slaves do!” Selana cried wantonly.

From three directions, his manhood was being confined. In heavenly softness, he was enveloped. The distant movement of hands translated through the plush, female meat into a massage like no other. Finally, he could not hold back anymore.

To the delighted laughter of the Latina cumdumps, his cum gushed from their joined cleavages. Such quantity was released with such pressure that it rained down on their faces. It barely mattered how often he had cum before on that day or even in the last hour, he still had enough to mark all three of them. Faces and tits covered in streaks of white, they backed away only to coax the remainders out of his shaft with their mouths.

Alex resumed eating out the less endowed member of the five brown women as soon as muscle control returned to him. Their sharp orgasmic cries mingled nicely with the depraved moans of sex slaves experiencing climax from licking his cum off one another’s tits. The moment faded slowly, ending only when Alex decided it should.

“Line up for me,” he ordered. “Sara, Janette, Valeria, Selana, Evelyn - in that order.”

“”Yes, Master,”” they responded in wanton unison.

They moved to the edge of the pool next to the throne. It was shallow enough to fuck them even while they were lying on their backs and the wooded space around, broad enough to walk, also made for a good rest for their chests if they decided to present their rears instead.

“Uhhh… should we coordinate or…?” Sara broke the submissive silence, glancing to her right at the row of her fellow haremettes. There was no agreement on whether they should present front or rear, interrupting what had been a near flawless streak of obedient coordination. Confused and awkward glances were exchanged. Evelyn rolled her eyes. Selana laughed. Valeria sighed. Janette crossed her arms. Sara kept being confused and awkward.

Alex smirked broadly. It took him out of the scene a bit, but he appreciated that. It was all too easy to get absorbed in being the big, strong Master. Little moments like this introduced a wonderfully human flaw into his almost… no, his absolutely unbelievably perfect sex life. Really, it only made it better. It took the illusion that they actually were just dolls for his lust out of the entanglement, only for that fantasy to re-manifest itself.

“Back, up, back, up, back,” Evelyn coordinated her fellow sex slaves. The bossy tone was met with some laughter but followed all the same. The dragon tomboy had her position up in the hierarchy due to her pride and ability, both were acknowledged with a little banter.

Valeria turned around, while drily stating, “Let’s obey the senior.”

“You are one year younger than me,” Evelyn hissed back.

“So old!” Selana declared.

“Expired meat,” Janette added, a bit more bite to her tone, but not enough to cause genuine offence.

“Oh, when that Death Willow is felled, I will give our Master so many more heirs than any of you!” Evelyn declared, a competitive streak in her voice.

“Well…” The bunny girl of the line-up left her challenge at one muttered word. No wiggle was necessary to make her wide hips enticing. At 21 years old, she was the youngest of the 5. She was also the shortest - in fact, she was the only one of the Latinas not in the top 5 of the tallest women in Alex’s harem.

All the same, she had the second widest hips and bubbliest butt, superceded only by Selana. Even the resident monster of endowment did not have such a plump derriere compared to the rest of her body. With proportions like this, it was no wonder she had been able to leap across the tennis court.

She was also practically made to be turned into a bred bunny… but that was for another (hopefully soon) day.

Alex rubbed her ass with tender care, delivering only a mild smack to it - too soft to create more than a tapping sound. Though he had prepared her thoroughly, he pushed into her with genuine slowness. Making his Sara sing was a matter of gentle dominance. He accelerated gradually, stopping at a fast but not too rough pace.

And sing she did. Repeated orgasmic shivers made her cry out in wonder as he hit those sensitive spots deep inside her. Whenever one had grown a bit numb from the constant stimulation, he changed the angle subtly and went for another. He continued until he filled her up with the load she so justly deserved, then moved on in line, leaving behind a giggling, well-fucked submissive.

Janette started as plain-faced as usual. After putting her into the mating press, that was immediately replaced by a cross-eyed, teeth-clenched expression of bliss. He kept it simple for her, kissing her aggressively and dominating her with his long tongue while he ploughed her. Like with Sara, he reined in his sadistic desires, curtailing his approach to her (by the standards of his harem) low masochism. All the same, when he came inside her, she was a happily squirting cumdump.

Valeria looked back at her Master with a light smile breaking her serious exterior. Her ass, the colour of chocolate, was pushed up by her strong thighs, offering up her holes as his next cocksleeve. He entered her, then rutted into her for several minutes. The cat-eared sex slave screamed out her lust, making everyone hear just how much she loved having her insides rearranged by him - and how eagerly her womb received her own share of his load.

Selana screamed as he entered her, hard and fast. Her tits swayed in all of their heavy glory. A hand on her waist and a hand on her breasts, he grabbed her roughly while reasserting his ownership of her with every thrust. Her eyes rolled up and her lips were spread in a wild, happy grin. The cow-horned tomboy was pounded until she could only babble about being his property, then her pussy milked him for every drop a single release was worth.

The Latina that all of this had started with was also the one that Alex finished up with. Stamina recovered, she eagerly stared over her shoulder, awaiting for her chosen Master to fill her once more. “My body is yours,” she renewed the oath she made every day.

“...God, I do love you,” Alex groaned, feeling the need to say that.

A blush managed to surface on her dark-skinned face. Her smirk grew a little wider, even more confident. Her pussy twitched. Though the others had licked every drop of cum out of it, she was still gaping from the earlier pounding. “Don’t mention lesser deities, Master,” she purred. “In this tree, there is none as mighty and benevolent as you.”

Alex’s cock pulsed like he hadn’t just dumped four loads in four women in rapid succession. With all of the certainty of a graciously sadistic divine, he hammered into her. Evelyn’s head flew back in a second of ecstasy. He seized her curved, draconic horns, pulling them for leverage as he pounded her every bit as ruthlessly as he wanted.

Her tits were a nice cushion between her curved back and the wood. Her ass was a perfect cushion for his thrusts. Spasms made the muscle beneath the fat tense, providing him with a nice and firm sensation every time he slammed his hips against her. “Tighten up your pussy for me,” he grunted.

“Your pussy, my Master!” she screamed, obeying as best she could. Every part of her was trained, a body crafted through 27 years of athletic ambition and private perversion. She had observed her Kegel’s exercises every bit as well as her squats. The folds pressed into him like a vice grip. The constant flow of juices kept him moving fluidly all the same. “Yes! Yes! Use your cocksleeve!”

She was astoundingly lucid and yet screamed with no sanity at all. She was on a sex high, her body hot from steam and sweat, glistening all over as the backswing of her hips made droplets fly from her jiggling cheeks.

Alex grunted. Even when he stayed fully inside her to experience the grip of her cunt, there was motion. Evelyn was not a pillow princess, she was a Master pleaser and gyrated her ass for his pleasure. Every twitch of her inner walls, every wanton shift of her back, every moaned word was in service of getting him off.

“Cum inside me, Master!” she begged, delightfully needy. “Fill me up again, dream of the day that you fill my womb and plant a new dragon with your superior seed!”

With a roar, Alex went on a desperate final sprint. Evelyn’s entire body was rocked by the repeated impacts. Air was pressed out of her lungs in jittery cries. The water around them rippled loudly. Wave after wave of squirting pussy juices mixed with the ever-cycling bath. Then, he stopped inside her for the final time.

Evelyn turned limp. Everything about her was shut down as her voluptuous form was made entirely subservient to the one task that mattered to her. Her pussy gripped his cock in waves, while his world turned to white lightning and bliss. Spurt after spurt, he pumped into her. His mind did turn to the future, to the eagerly awaited moment he knocked her up. They were unified in this fantasy, burned into them even while the rest of their thoughts were wiped clean by fulfilled desire.

A rattling breath filled his lungs with fresh air, just as the last spurts deposited his cum deep inside her. Slowly, he pulled out of her still twitching cunt. Proud as he always was, he gazed down at his thoroughly pounded sex slave.

He took one more look at the entire row of blissed out Latinas. Sara was the only one truly recovered so far and she was humming to herself while she sucked the cum she had scooped out of her pussy off her fingers - all while cleaning herself. She had the decency to blush a bit when she was caught doing this. She continued all the same.

Those five, Tess and Blair had all gotten their fill for the night.

There were plenty who hadn’t yet.