The World Is Mine For The Taking

Maya’s upper body slumped forward, her soft chest flattening against the wooden table, her breath ragged and trembling as I slowly drew my cock out of her wet, throbbing hole.

Unlike with Trisha earlier, the condom didn’t get snagged inside her pussy.

Instead, it clung tightly to me, following the full length of my shaft as I pulled out.

When I finally withdrew fully, I glanced down—the tip of the condom was stretched taut, bulging from the thick pressure of my cock, and through the translucent rubber, I could clearly see a generous glob of my semen pooled at the end.

I peeled the condom off slowly, watching it sag heavily with my cum. Then, with practiced ease, I tied it at the end to seal it and hooked it onto the side of Maya’s panties—leaving it dangling like a filthy trophy.

Now, both Trisha and Maya had one condom each, filled to the brim with my sperm, hanging seductively at the sides of their hips.

But we weren’t done—not by a long shot.

"T-Thankfully..." Trisha murmured with a deep blush spreading across her cheeks, her tone trembling slightly with arousal. "We’ve created multiple prototypes for this occasion..." she continued as she revealed a stash of condoms with both hands, her fingers shaking just slightly. "So you can collect sperm as much as you want from us, Master."

It felt like I was being prepped to be milked dry—and honestly, the thought didn’t even sound bad. In fact, it was turning me on more.

I had the two of them lie back on the floor, arranging stacks of paper underneath to act as makeshift sheets so their skin wouldn’t be directly on the cold ground. Once they were in position, they willingly spread their legs for me—pussies exposed and glistening.

Trisha’s petite, delicate slit and Maya’s thicker, plumper folds—both looked wet and inviting.