Tomboy Island

Alex struck while the tomboys were hot. Five ready sex slaves were kneeling on the beach before him and he did not have the patience to wait until they were back in the bedroom to start what would be the orgy to end all orgies. There were many more hours in the day, and he would use them all to fill up his harem. The new five would be deflowered and/or broken in first, then he would keep on fucking them and the rest in cycles until he passed out from exhaustion.

“Finish the move,” he ordered the haremettes behind him, then descended onto the beach.

While the established ten resumed the work of scanning, sorting, and stowing the usable parts of their old campsite, Alex patted the heads of the new five one after the other. 

Kiara pouted and blushed, as if she had already forgotten what she had done moments ago. Yet, still, she leaned into the touch of her silky orange head. Sara was a lot more eager, nestling into his palm like an affectionate dog. Niara was similar, yet wholly different, exchanging undiluted enthusiasm for a stoic adoration. Jane stared plain-faced up to him and playfully nibbled on his fingers. That one of the best friends in his life now knelt there was… not surreal, quite the opposite of that in fact. It felt like everything before was pretense. This felt hyperreal.

Astrid was the last in the row and she had that honest submissive stare. She smiled and squeaked softly when he ran a hand through her short, blond hair. ‘How did I not see that she was into me before?’ the man of the island wondered. ‘Was I that stupid? No… I think being naked and horny on an island makes things a lot easier to confess.’

Alex dropped down to one knee. He put an arm around Astrid’s waist, then placed his lips on hers. The tanned Swedish woman moaned at the mere touch of their lips. Alex had become an excellent kisser and her virgin lips were ready to be pried open.

Melting into his embrace, Astrid was putty for him to shape. Gently, he lowered her to the beach. The sand was warm from the day’s fading rays. Tongues swirled. The blonde trembled. There was not an article of clothing on the entire island. Once she was on her back, his hands were free to explore the curves of her sides. Smooth skin stretched over her firm bottom. Toned thighs trembled. The strength of an olympic runner was underneath that tanned surface.

The kiss broke. Alex straighted up. His cock laid on top of her wetness, gliding back and forth between the swollen halves of her mons. “No turning back,” he told her.

“Why would I want to turn back when you got such a nice cock, bro?” Astrid asked, equal parts sincere and nervously bantering. “That’ll fit inside me?”

“It doesn’t have to fit all the way,” he assured her. “What matters is that you understand that you’re going to be my property. Whatever happens after, I’m going to be your man.” A glance to the side assured the other four awaiting haremettes that he was talking to them as much as Astrid. “This is your submission.”

Jane moved out of turn, grabbing his manhood all of a sudden. Alex groaned at the unexpected touch. Instinctively, he grabbed the unruly submissive by her hair. The redhead moaned at the rough way he forced her head back. Before he knew it, he had pulled her against his chest.

There was defiance in those emerald eyes, of the playful kind. She was less into this dominance and submission stuff than him, he knew that much already from past conversations they had over cheap wine and beer. Alex would have to learn how much to push each of them and they would have to learn how much further they wanted to be pushed.

Clear was that Jane did not mind being forced to look up at him. “We already kissed your cock, Master,” she said and angled his manhood. “We want this. No more words. Just actions.”

“Use me, Alex - Master - Master Alex!” Astrid encouraged.

With a little shove, Alex pushed Jane back into her place, then turned his full attention to the blonde under him. The tip of his cock was firmly between her petals. He pushed forward. It was a steady motion, growing more confident with each centimetre of drenched folds that he claimed.

“Yes - yes, yes, yes, yessssss,” Astrid babbled. “Oh fuck your cock is hot, oh fuck it is so hot!”

“Not half as hot as you are,” Alex groaned. He did not just mean the warmth he was enveloped by. Painted red by the lowering sun, Astrid was a picture for the gods, writhing in the white sands of the tropical beach. She did not know what to do with her hands, keeping one raised to her collar and the other under the curve of her ass. She did know what to do with her legs, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him deeper.

Alex rammed his cock the rest of the way into her.

Astrid came.

The blonde’s spine curved off the sand, her eyes rolled up, and her lewd smile parted into a blissful expression. She was sweaty, from her sudden arrival on the scene and the eroticism both.

Alex inhaled sharply. “You are tight,” he pushed out between clenched teeth, then grabbed her by the ample swing of her hips. He pulled halfway out. He thrust back inside. Astrid cried loudly. “You’re another one of the women just born to be a cocksleeve, aren’t you?”

“No! N-not a cocksleeve… just yours!” Astrid shouted, then lost her words again when he plunged into her for the third time.

“Losing your virginity in front of your fellow sex slaves, laying naked and horny on a beach.” Alex grabbed one of her tits and gave the nipple a testing twist. He stopped when the resulting cry became more pain than pleasure. “Is that what you wanted?” He focused on the thrusts again. Bit by bit, he learned about her.

“Yesh!” Astrid shouted.

“Good! That makes you a fantastic sex slave!” Alex grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them down with just his left hand. Her pussy immediately got tighter. “Already your second climax,” her Master grunted, accelerating as soon as the spasms of her folds let him. “You really are another submissive bitch in heat.”

“Th-aaaahnnn-k youuuuuu!” Astrid shouted.

The strength of his thrusts was now enough to make her rock back and forth in the sand. Her eyes focused briefly after each blink, only to drift upwards again as he kept fucking her. “A sensitive little plaything,” he complimented her. “Ready to surrender yourself to me and me alone, existing on a hair trigger, loving to be demeaned and restricted.” He bowed down to her ear. “You really are a good girl.”

The two words made an impact. Astrid’s legs around his hips clenched. Suddenly, she was grinding against him with all of the force of an autonomous semen extractor. Her eyes were wide, her breathing loud and laboured. “More, praishe me more, please,” Astrid all but announced her kink to the world.

“Keep doing that and I just might,” Alex groaned, meeting the circle of her flat belly with little thrusts. “You’re going to make me cum so fast. You feel so good. You keep clenching around my cock. It’s really like you were made for me.”

Every word of praise was met with growing delight. Astrid was simple and straightforward, and so was what he did to her. It kept on working, sending her down the multi-orgasmic spiral that the uninitiated blonde may have thought would just peter out once he was done with her. She was not prepared for the explosive finale.

“Good - cumdump!” Alex pressed out, just as his balls began to tighten. Seed pumped into Astrid. There was a delay. A moment during which she did not quite register the pure bliss that was flooding her alongside her Master’s cum. Then, the whitening of her womb had crackled up her nervous system to her brain.

And she screamed.

Astrid spasmed and squirted. Her pussy juice gushed in intense waves, matching the rhythmic contractions of her muscles. Heels dug into Alex’s back. It was a pleasant discomfort, paradoxically.

It lasted longer than the trembles of his shaft. A notably, but not unbearably longer time. “Maybe I should have mentioned that one of the changes that happened with me is that my cum triggers climaxes,” Alex said with a little bit of a smug grin.

Niara answered first. “I am not even surprised.”

“Bull!” Kiara squeaked. “I call bull! There’s no way. I won’t believe it until it happens to me.”

“Wait your turn.”

“Psh, making me wait.”

Kiara was goading him, which made it all the more attractive to make the short brat wait. He just shot her a smirk. “I remember how you made your tits hug my cock.”

“That doesn’t prove anything,” she shot back. “What are you going to do, shove that giant meatstick down my throat?”

“No,” he told her and that made her squirm.

Astrid’s legs finally loosened and Alex freed himself from their embrace. Twitching, Astrid babbled something about “my world is rocked” and “feel like I never ran this fast”, while he scooped her up.

“Let’s get inside,” he told the other women. He had a brief moment of post-nut clarity and that lasted… right up until his eyes fell on Niara’s ass.

It wasn’t as if Niara’s ass was especially huge. It wasn’t as if her dark brown skin made it particularly enticing either. Alex did not have a thing for any specific ethnicity, he found all of them gorgeous in their individual way. None of that mattered though, because whether Niara had the biggest butt or not was of ultimately no interest. All that was important was that her ass was round, her hips wide, and the swing of her stride crafted by years of efficient walking in the track and field.

Alex put Astrid down on one of the massive tree roots, caught up with the four tomboys that were walking ahead of him, grabbed Niara by the wrist, pulled, and bent her over. The black woman moaned, looked over her shoulder, placed her hands atop the root of the gargantuan maple, and swayed her ass for his viewing pleasure. She did not speak. Apparently, she just did not like speaking much.

It was a waste of oxygen in this situation anyhow. Alex got behind her. He aligned his cock with the brunette’s folds, then pushed into her. Niara clenched her teeth and smiled lightly. Her face remained almost motionless. Her hips, however, were swinging back, taking his large cock deep into her at the quickest pace her tightness allowed. She was eager to be deflowered completely.

His cock sheathed fully inside her, Alex dwelled in the passion of the moment and her hazel eyes.

The rush of renewed conquest pumped through his veins. “Master,” Niara purred the singular word he needed to hear to go wild. 

Hard initial thrusts were quickly reined in. The tones the deflowered woman produced were not entirely displaced by his aggression, but Alex wanted to hear her sing with delight. His sadism was mingled with a gentle note, his rhythm approaching Niara’s preference until there was a rhyme.

The pounding was nice and slow, easing Niara into the sensation of having a large cock stretch out her folds. Alex’s hands explored the swing of her curved back. Dark skin, shiny with sweat, served as a smooth layer atop the slender, muscular body of the athlete. This was a woman who could have survived the wilderness of her own. Every fibre of her being was crafted with purpose. There was no fat to her, besides the cushion of her round ass.

“Gorgeous,” Alex whispered. His thumb traced up the depression of her spine, all the way to her neck. He grabbed her medium-length hair. The tunnel around his cock constricted. She was getting more comfortable by the second. Alex nevertheless withheld his most sadistic tendencies. There was enjoyment of pain in those eyes, moans on those dark lips when he pulled her hair, but the threshold was lower.

Once he had pulled her back far enough to claim her lips, he did so. Letting him claim every corner of her flawless mouth came naturally to her. She pressed her back against his broad chest and circled her hips. The hunger for more filled both of them. The kiss became more passionate, more greedy. Tongues swirled with ever-growing engagement.

Alex reached under the bent-over form of the bottom-heavy athlete. He found her clit and stimulated it with little circles. That did the trick. The formerly withheld noises vibrating against his tongue became sharp cries. Shallow thrusts were all it took from there.

Niara came for the first time as his sex slave, bent over a tree root for the entire harem to see. “Mhhhmoooore, pleashe,” she begged. Her hips gyrated, interchangeably pushing her soft ass against his groin and her swollen mons against his hand.

“This is just the start,” Alex whispered to her and nibbled on her earlobe. The touch did everything he hoped. The dark woman trembled in excitement, head to toe, and rode out the orgasm. It was a long one, pushed further by Alex’s constant caresses of her curves.

All good things had to come to an end, but that only was a challenge for the dom to get her off again. Exploring more of her, he let his other hand roam to the little bump of her nearly flat chest. There was softness there, if little of it, and the hardness of erect nipples. Niara gasped when he did as much as brush over her areola.

The monkey brain connected large breasts to sensitive ones. Statistical nonsense, Alex knew. Nonetheless, his instinctive reaction was surprise at the sharp inhale he got from Niara whenever he teased the crown of her petite breasts. Past that, he abused the knowledge relentlessly.

The increased stimulation of her breasts came along with a gradual increase in the energy of his thrusts. He did stay away from that initial harshness, keeping the pace slow. It was the plunge itself, on each repetition of driving his cock into her, that was hard. Hard enough to create a sound. A nice and satisfying clap that echoed over the surrounding landscape. The women carrying things into the tree gasped in passing at the treatment of their fellow haremette.

Niara did not seem to register any of it. The athlete was panting, her eyes hazy. When it came to screams and cries, she was rather scarce, but the way she breathed itself was erotic in these moments. She was on a runner’s high of sex and he gave her more. Working nipples and clit, he accelerated further.

Before he knew it, Alex shared the trance with her. There was nothing to his senses but her round ass against him and the tremble of her toned legs. Wetness flowed around his fingers. He pinched her nipples and made her climax again. Was it the second time or was he just too distracted by the taste of salt on her skin to notice?

His pace waxed and waned, while he fucked Niara senseless. It was a harder endeavour than Astrid and one Alex succeeded in all the same. Time passed, how much he could not say, during which he was doing nothing but fucking her. He prodded one sensitive spot until repetition had made her unreceptive, then changed the angle a bit to do the same to another corner of her tight cunt.

All the while he was kneading her tits, rubbing her clit, and making out with her. The hazy look in her eyes was soon elevated to a status of pure bliss. Eyelids fluttered. Her body was his to use. He did so with glee, working himself closer and closer to his own second release.

There was no announcement, no question if she wanted him to cum inside or not. Property did not get to choose where her Master came, she only got to be thankful for the load she received. A load that rushed up Alex’s shaft after one last plunge.

The wetness gushing around his fingers turned into a river of ecstasy. Each time his cock tightened, her pussy gripped his shaft with the sole purpose of wringing every last drop out of him. 

“Cumhhhhhmmm,” Niara slurred the word as if she was praying to her new god. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth. The quiet African woman was cooing and gasping. Even now, her hips were swaying in support of his own, jittering thrusts. They were pressed against each other until their orgasms ebbed away.

Alex slowly pulled out and took a moment. Bent over the tree root, Niara had borderline collapsed. Her legs had just enough energy to keep her round ass raised and her agape cunt on display. Excess of her Master’s cum soon joined the rivulets of pussy juice running down her thighs.

“Help her,” Alex ordered simply, took four steps closer to the tree, then crossed eyes with Jane. His friend was biting her lower lip, clearly turned on by what she had witnessed. She stood straight, putting her body on proud display. She had never done that for him before.

This time, Alex let go of his control consciously. What was he the owner of the entire tree and fifteen sex slaves for when he only used the bedroom? Jane was momentarily overwhelmed, when he grabbed her by the hips. He pushed her against the wall right behind the doorway. The smooth wood was comfortable enough for what he had in mind.

Grabbing her legs, Alex lifted her from the ground and onto his cock. He was inside her in one swift thrust. Dripping wet and the sole non-virgin among his new batch of cumdumps, penetrating her was swift and satisfying. “Oh fuck, you’re big!” the stoic woman exclaimed, her stern voice delightfully compromised by the sudden celebration of her submission. For a moment, she was entirely out of it.

“I’ll be honest,” Alex growled and ran his hand through her hair. “We should have done this way sooner.”

“Yes,” Jane purred. “Now do it to me more, stud.”

Alex had learned his lesson from the last entanglement not to let his enthusiasm get the better of him. Even if the rush of repeated conquests and the completion of his harem project made him eager to go all out, he had to keep himself in the frame of what they found comfortable.

Pressing his lips on that of Jane, he tasted her for the second time. Her arms wrapped around his neck, embracing him as a lover. Short fingernails explored the ups and downs of his muscular back. He held her by her ass and thigh, keeping her steady while he rolled his hips in and out in a slow rhythm.

The tender loving made Jane sigh in delight. The kiss broke. She tilted her head back, exposing her slender neck. The twilight of the corridor elevated the soft tan of her white skin. Alex pressed his lips on the soft curve of her neck and shoulders, leaving the marks of love bites on his path.

She was clinging onto him with her entire body. “Alex,” she swooned. Every time she moaned her surrender got even more real. Every twitch of her tight tunnel around his manhood deepened the appreciation he had for her. Their friendship he retained, this was something that grew on top of it.

Alex did not know her body intimately, but he knew her preferences. He kept it slow and steady, bringing Jane not to an explosive orgasm, but an inevitable release.

“Alex!” she shouted before spasms made her eyes and mouth open wide. Vocalisations were reduced to the occasional groan, her lungs seizing along the rest of her muscles.

“You call me Master now,” Alex reminded her, in the middle of her orgasm. He brushed through her red hair, kissed his way up to her ear, then whispered, “Moan it for me, sex slave: Master.”

“Mhmmasht-Aaah!” Jane’s voice hitched when his cock twitched intensely inside her at the mention of that single word. She hugged him tightly, burying her face against his neck. “...fuck… I’m still cumming…” she pressed out, gyrating her hips against him all the while. “Why… does being in your harem… turn me on so much?”

Alex pulled back and stared into her eyes. She barely managed to focus on him. Emerald spheres were painted over with depraved intent. Alex was starting to know her body intimately, but he knew her preferences. ‘Or do I?’ he wondered. ‘Maybe I just know what lesser men made her think she preferred…’

Trusting in his instinct, Alex suddenly put a hand on Jane’s throat. Her eyes widened in shock. There was a little shake of her head, to tell him she wasn’t comfortable with this. He put his forehead against hers, kept staring, and then tightened his grip.

The moment her windpipe was blocked was the moment her cunt gripped him like a vice. Her arms and legs tightened. Alex barely managed to pull out and then - hard - drive his cock back into her. The full length of his shaft rammed into her depths. Pinned against the wall, the redhead took the entire impact on her shapely ass.

There were no words leaving her mouth, but her red lips formed the words ‘Oh fuck!’ anyhow.

“I’ll train you. Mould you to my desire.” Alex underlined each sentence with another hard plunge. “I can smell it. You’re a submissive set of holes. No one was ever ballsy enough to show you. Fuck, Jane, this body was just waiting for me. You wouldn’t have kissed another man’s cock like that. You wouldn’t have submitted to anyone else that fast. You were always mine. We just both denied it. No more of that. I’ll carve into you what - you - really - want!”

The grip on her throat relaxed in the moment that he accelerated suddenly. “YE-e-e-e–e-e-eshhhhh!” Jane shouted and all of her stoicism washed away. “SHOW ME! MASTER! I WAS - I DIDN’T KNOW - I WASH WAIIIITING FOR THIIIIIIIIISH!”

A flip had been switched and now Jane was cumming her brains out. Release after release made her body tense and relaxed in ever-changing intervals. She hung from his neck and hips, a cocksleeve getting carried by its Owner.

Alex had read her correctly. The training would take some time, but he saw in her every bit the same kind of hyper-submissive, hyper-masochist, perfect slave that Selana was. “When I’m done with you, you’ll get wet when I do as much as snap my finger,” he promised her. “Forget everything you know about sex. None of it applies to us anymore. You’ll be my gorgeous cumdump. I’ll make you love to crawl where you would walk before. You’ll want nothing more than my cock inside you. My seed is all that you’ll want in life. Bit by bit, I’ll train you into my personal relief tool. You’ll love every step of the way, won’t you?”

“MASHhhhhhh—-!” The affirming tone and renewed orgasm was all the affirmation Alex needed.

“And then, once you’ve been crafted to be exactly what I want you to be, I’ll keep using you.” He was still staring into her unfocused, glassy eyes, still pounding her hard. “You’re mine forever. I’ll keep using you. If I fancy it, I’ll train you in a new way.” The archer’s cunt gushed at the suggestion. “Now, gather that wonderful voice of yours and beg for it.”

Jane tried and failed to steady her breathing. On the border of hyperventilating, at a high pitch, she screamed. “TRAIN ME! TRAIN ME, MASTER! MAKE ME YOUR HOLES!”

Not the most eloquent formulation, but what could one expect of a tool in the middle of being used? Alex pressed his lips on hers again, conquered her mouth all over, and then let go of his building lust.

All of Jane’s spasms suddenly diminished to a high-frequency vibration. The arms and legs clutching him relaxed. The pleasure of getting filled by his seed apparently had pushed her beyond what her brain could sustain. Wave after wave of pussy juice broke against their joined sexes while he painted her insides white.

The third load was still larger than that of any normal man. “Shhooo radianghh,” Jane slurred into the kiss. The only parts about her that were still tense were the walls hugging his hard cock and her thighs keeping her cunt pressed against him.

Even that eventually relaxed, leaving her cockdrunk and gooey. When Alex finally managed to pull out of her, Jane was just a twitching mess. He slung her over his shoulder. With a smack on her ass, he declared. “Follow me!”

Leading the group of haremettes, he managed to stay his hand until they had reached the bedroom. His erect cock was twitching the entire way. Once he had placed Jane down, he turned to see his new haremettes lined up for his view.

Astrid was walking on twitching legs, having gathered barely enough energy to do that much. Niara was only capable of staying up by relying on Kiara and Sara, who gently let the used sex slave glide to the softness of the floor.

“Are you just going to stand there?” Kiara asked.

Alex ignored the brat, which made her puff up her cheeks. An answer too adorable to acknowledge. Instead, he grabbed Sara by the hair. One yank and the Spanish woman practically threw herself into his arms, where she was greeted with a deep kiss. This had always been how all of this ended. From the moment he had convinced her to masturbate in front of him at the mere suggestion that it was okay for her to do, it was clear she was a submissive to be claimed.

Sara didn’t press against him. Sara entered a state as close to being liquid as was possible for a human. Melting into his embrace, she was utterly his to grope and squeeze. Her flat chest pressed against his pectorals. She stood on her toes to give him all of herself. Her ass was a pliable mountain of meat for him to sink his fingers into.

A shove sent Sara onto one of the pillow-shaped outgrowths of the bed. She hugged it instinctively, while he mounted her. Gazing over her shoulder, she stared with desire beyond words at her Master. Hazel eyes were glued to his cock as he mounted her. His thighs framed her bubble butt. He angled his cock at her slit, then claimed her virginity and property of her womanhood, for now and forever.

The penetration was all it took for the shy woman’s expression to twist into one of utter bliss. Mouth open, tongue hanging, eyes rolled up, she was the very picture of the climactic pleasure that made her body spasm. Alex stretched her tight cunt, gradually pushing the entirety of his manhood into her.

Sara loved it.

Alex put a hand on the back of her head and mashed her face into the pillow. Her ass rippled, first from the smacks he delivered to the jiggling spheres, then from the thrusts. Her thighs tensed, raising her hips slightly from the mattress. Alex hammered her hard, forcing her back down with every impact. Her screams were muffled by the silk-cotton.

There was no need to be gingerly in his approach with this one. Sara smelt like a disciplined whore. A sex slave that had wisely kept herself ready for the one man she wanted to submit to. “Haarrrr-r-r-r-rdeeeer-r-r-rrrrrr, pleeaassshheee, Mashtaaaahhhhrrr!” she screamed, amidst orgasmic trembles.

For all of her initial embarrassment, she sure knew what she wanted.

Alex gave it to her.

He gave it to her good.

Putting his second hand on her back, he leaned onto her with much of his weight. The athlete could take it and the twitches of her cunt made clear that she wanted it desperately as well. Harder and harder. He pounded her drenched hole.

She was prone, pinned under him, entirely incapable of moving without his permission. In theory, she would have been able to move her arms, but she was locked into gripping the cushion. Her head moved irregularly between being buried in the soft fabric, biting the sheet, or being thrown back as she screamed at the ceiling.

The clapping of her asscheeks reverberated in the room. The other four new haremettes were witnessing it all as well as they could, two of them utterly cock drunk, one in the process of recovery, and another staring with frustrated delight. One after another, the rest of the harem was pouring into the room.

“Play with each other,” Alex graciously allowed. “Except for Kiara.” Immediately, old haremettes descended on the new ones. Tongues tasted fresh sweat and eagerly scooped the mixture of pussy juice and fresh cum out of their fellow sluts’ cunts.

Sara kept getting pounded that entire time. “Thtsh iht mstht, mhmr! Mhmr!”

Alex paused in his thrusts only to smack her ass and then get right back to it. He had a vague idea of what she said. Important was that it was venerating and erotic. Beyond the intent, the choice of words hardly mattered. “Keep cumming for me! Good girl!”

The two words did not have as intense an impact on her as Astrid, but she came hard all the same. Sara was a gushing, pliable mess.

‘Exactly how I like my haremettes,’ Alex thought. Every time he thrust into her, he felt himself slide more and more into this new position in life. It was one of leadership and the responsibility that came along with it. There was no bigger confidence booster than having a harem of fifteen tomboys and satisfying all of them with only his cock and their shared kinks.

Alex moved his hands aside, wrapped his arms around Sara’s chest, and held her tightly. Squeezing and gently twisting her nipples, he coaxed a new set of delighted, high-pitched shouts out of her. Kissing her hair and the back of her neck, he treated her gently. His thrusts slowed down. Her moans became a different kind of excited. Her stream of orgasms knew a lull. Her voice was not strained but quivering. Each sound was drawn out.

“I’m going to fill you up, sex slave,” Alex whispered in her ear.

“Uh-huh!” Sara’s response was an excited, wordless sound.

Every long thrust got the dom closer until he finally crossed that line from which there was no return. Holding onto the ecstasy, Alex went into a final spurt of hard and fast penetrations. Finally, his needs won over his will, he plunged into Sara one last time and filled her with what she craved the most.

Even if Sara had seen the other’s reaction to being pumped full of his blessed cum, there was no preparing a virgin for this. After getting her brain fucked out for the first time, she experienced the heat and pleasure of his seed painting her insides white. Biting and clenching the sheets, the prone woman grunted like a bitch in heat. Her bubble butt was swayed while spasms made her hips rise and fall in the confinement.

Alex pressed against that cushion. Each time his balls tightened, electricity tingled in the edge of his vision. Kissing her, sucking on her skin, he marked the neck of the tanned Spanish woman with hickeys.

“Beg.”

The singular word left Alex’s mouth while Sara’s twitching cunt was still milking his manhood. A turn of his head towards Kiara made clear who he was addressing.

The pouting shortstack stood amidst a crowd of writhing tomboys. Her nipples were hard, her skin flush with excitement that reached from the roots of her hair to the freckles of her bosom. To her feet, the entirety of the rest of the harem was engaged in sapphic enjoyment.

“Psh, why would I beg?” Kiara asked.

Alex did not answer, just stared at her. Previously regular breathing became deep and audible. An obvious effort was made to try and keep it quiet, but failed. Kiara was panting. She squirmed under his gaze. He was her chosen Master already. All of this was a play, a final test of a brat towards her dom.

“Y-you’re just not brave enough to pin me down without my consent, ey?” Kiara put her arms under her massive tits and pushed them up. She giggled when that did manage to divert his attention for a moment. Pale and soft, about as big as Selana’s on a much shorter frame, they were a mouth-watering sight.

Still, Alex’s patient stare returned to the Irishwoman’s blue eyes. She swallowed hard. Red lips trembled. There was a hint of a smile there.

“I mean… you c-can use me if… if you want to…”

“I told you to beg, slut,” Alex stated plainly and pulled out of Sara. The Spanish woman moaned one last time when his cock slipped out of her, before being beset by Tess and Charlotte, eager to taste the cum oozing from the new cocksleeve.

Kiara got one look at his erect cock, covered in the juices of four other women - and broke.

“Fuck me, please!” the brat declared and fell to the floor. “I want you to make me your cocksleeve! Stuff all of that big cock into my hole, knock against my womb, and make me scream like I’m straight out of a hentai!” While the words streamed out of her mouth, she assumed the proper position of worship.

Legs up, knees to her chest, hands on her tights to keep it all in position, the shortstack presented her cunt. Her enormous tits were squished between her legs. She was barely more than a set of tits and her holes, framed by thick thighs and a fat ass. A wonderfully folded shortstack and a brat ready to be broken by the mating press.

“Good girl,” he told her, making the woman practically gush before he did as much as lay a finger on her. When he did grab her by the thighs, she grinned. Erotically, she leered at his cock. He smacked it down on her swollen mons and glided forward until his sack touched her taint. She was short, so short that his dick was up to her tits in this position. Had it not been for magic, he would have doubted he could fit even half of his cock into her. “Let’s see how much you can take.”

“Yes, please!” Kiara begged.

Just the tip of his hard manhood was enough to make her eyes roll up.

“More, Mashtahrr, deeper!” Kiara encouraged him.

Easier said than done. Wet as she was, Kiara was a decently toned dwarf, an interplay that made her the tightest woman he had claimed yet. The width of her hips made things a little more manageable, but Alex was still clenching his teeth from the pleasurable friction just pushing into her caused.

Her cunt was different, in a simultaneously subtle and yet unsubtle way. To put the sensation of penetrating her simply: her folds were denser. There were more of those ups and down to her tunnel than the women he had fucked before. Alex kept on advancing until he bumped against the end.

As a well-endowed man, Alex had accidentally knocked against the cervix of a shorter woman in his life before. The reaction had been, on most occasions, negative. Once or twice, the heat of the moment had been enough to make that pain pleasurable, but generally, the reaction had been the kind to avoid.

It certainly never had been: “DEEEEEEEEEEEPEEEEEEEEERRRRRRR!”

Alex was only halfway into her. Reason suggested he stopped, but reason also suggested he shouldn’t be able to cum five times in a row. Following the ecstatic wishes of his final tomboy, he kept up the pressure.

The dense folds around stretched to accommodate his advancing size. He shoved her womb deeper into her in a way that boggled biology, but it worked all the same. The shortstack was cumming hard while he well and truly stretched her cunt into the shape of his cock. He made room where there was none, expanding her like she was an elastic glove - no, like she was a fresh cocksleeve getting stuffed.

If Kiara had not been a size queen at the start of this, she was one by the time the base of his cock met her mons.

There was no holding back from there. Bowed over the small set of holes, ass, and tits, he mashed his lips on hers and then pounded her. He pounded her while he was using her sleeve of a cunt like the toy she was and wanted to be. He pounded her harder and harder with every passing second. He pounded her with the express goal of making her forget she was a person.

By the time he broke the kiss, he had succeeded.

A strand of saliva connected them for a little bit, while he pulled up. The sex slave known as Kiara was reduced to moans and unintelligible babbling. The brat was broken completely, existing only to lay on her back, keep her legs up, and look gorgeous while taking his cock. Her stomach visibly bulged where his cock travelled, even rolled up as she was.

The sway of her tits was hypnotic. Huge enough that she could have sucked on her nipples if she had wanted to, the twin spheres jiggled like mountains made from jell-o, hopes and dreams. Alex grabbed one of them. His fingers nearly vanished into the overabundant meat. Kiara’s scream went silent. Her cunt gushed hard.

“Of course, a shortstack like you has super sensitive tits,” Alex declared triumphantly, before pinching both nipples with one hand and pulling. Spheres of meat turned into tents, the taut skin stretching nicely. Kiara threw her head back. Her only reaction to the pain was ecstatic howling.

Kneading, slapping, and groping her tits as he pleased, Alex distracted himself with the pliable mountains whenever he needed to break up the rhythm of fucking her hard. She was a gushing, hyper-sensitive mess. It was almost too easy to use her. She came naturally trained, like Selana, an awakened submissive of the most masochistic variety. Anything he did to the shortstack, she loved. Anything he did NOT do to the shortstack, she also loved. Every pause he took in using and abusing her only primed her sensitive body for the moment of release.

Using her like that got Alex to his own climax faster than he had anticipated. Even stretched for his manhood, her cunt was too tight to last. When he noticed just how close he was, he collapsed on top of her. He closed his eyes and ignored every sense that wasn’t the tactile sensation of her cunt around his manhood. He was nothing but a pair of hips, thrusting against the squishy, jiggling toy under him.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! The wet and harsh noise filled the room, underlined by the many moans of the harem all around. They formed a circle around him, a lustful conclave focused all around him and his whims. He could hear the lesser lust they derived from the touches of their fellow submissives. They craved his attention, yet took an almost equal pleasure in waiting and watching. This was his harem. This was what he had always wanted.  This was the harem they were a part of. This was what they had always wanted, knowingly or unknowingly.

This was their own heaven.

Alex pushed into Kiara one last time and let go. His cum filled her. Her pussy juice squirted all over the base of his manhood. She was a mess. A pinned, screaming mess, whose spasms were only elevating the electrifying pleasure running up and down Alex’s spine. He felt weak and simultaneously unfathomably powerful. The head of his cock was pushed right up against her cervix. Had that seal not still been in place, pregnancy would have been practically guaranteed.

As that ecstasy reached its zenith, Alex was surrounded. By the time it ebbed away, the haremettes were pushing up against him with their nubile curves. When he sat up, tits, big and small, hips, regular and wide, butts, tight and fat, were all for his to grope. A storm of moans surrounded him. “Master,” his women swooned. “Master.” “Master.” “Master.”

He was done that night only after filling every single one of them.