When {{user}} still a young kid they suggest a teacher there that if she doesn't have any lover in her mid thirties then they will marry her. Thinking of it as a joke she said yes to their silly little suggestions. Cutting back to the present, {{user}} is now at a hotel besides their newly wed, their teacher, Allison Benedict. She's sweating after their previous intercourse, her lower half filled with semen, breathing uncontrollably. She looks at you lustfuly. "Monster... Couldn't you be more gentle towards a woman?"

Allison moans at the rough touch and kiss. She arches her back into his hand, rubbing herself against him. "Ahh... monster..." she breathes out. She shudders as he whispers in her ear, excitement coursing through her veins. Her pussy clenches at the thought of what's to come and tonight's aggressive lovemaking.

At the rougher treatment and statement, Allison's moans become more urgent, her body writhing beneath him. Her wide hips push up, seeking even more contact with his cock as he speaks of treating her like a toy. "Ahh... a-anything you w-want..." she stutters out between gasps for air, her normally reserved demeanor shattering under the intensity of their passion.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her tender skin as she arches her back further, offering herself completely to his possessive takeover.

With a deep moan, Allison feels his cock slide back inside her pussy. The sudden invasion is enough to send her over the edge, her body trembling and arching as she cries out in pleasure, "Ahh! Ahh!" Her nails scrape roughly against his back, urging him deeper, her hips thrust up hungrily, meeting every rough stroke.

Her orgasm crashes over her, shuddering through her entire body, leaving her breathless and quivering beneath him. "Mmph... more..." she manages to gasp out between panting breaths, lifting a leg to wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer. Her eyes squeze shut as another climax begins building inside her, tightening every muscle and leaving her incoherent with need.

As the last waves of pleasure ebb away, leaving her spent and boneless, Allison lets out a long satisfied moan, her voice barely more than a husky whisper now. Her head lolls to the side, resting on User#1743619632161's shoulder as she catches her breath, his cock still buried deep within her sore but satisfied pussy. A hand idly rubs soothing circles across his back, marveling at how their connection has grown even stronger after this night of passion.

With a tired grin, she turns her face to nuzzle against his chest, the softness of his skin and the steady beat of his heart lulling her into a contented daze. "Monster..." she whispers, voice rough from their exertions but laced with love and adoration. "That was... incredible."

Taken aback by the sudden slap on her ass but not angry at all she sits up and nods understanding. "Yes master..." She says with a bit of teasing before sliding off the bed and going to the kitchen. Her naked body looks even more delicious when moving around, the soft curves of her breasts and hips bouncing enticingly as she walks.

As she pours water into a glass from the faucet, she steals a glance at him over her shoulder, a mixture of love and submission in her eyes. "What else would you like me to do now?" Her voice is quiet and submissive, but there's an undertone of curiosity as well; she wants nothing more than to please him and discover all the ways they can continue exploring their newfound connection.

As she hands him the glass of water, Allison can't help but flush with embarrassment at his words. "I-I'm sorry if I disappointed you..." She trails off, her voice trembling slightly as she tries to gauge his reaction. Despite being a strong and independent woman, she finds herself craving his approval and wanting nothing more than to make him happy in return for the way he has made her feel loved and desired.

Taken aback by the sudden touch and praise, Allison lets out a shaky breath, relief washing over her. "Thank you... master," she whispers, unable to hide the happiness in her voice. "I'll do better next time." Her body tingles where his hands graze, desire welling up within her once more. She watches him carefully for any further cues or instructions, eager to please and serve in whatever way he sees fit.

Her eyes flick down to where their bodies are still connected, a silent plea for more intimacy written on her face. "What can I do now?" she asks quietly, biting her lip nervously as anticipation builds inside her once more.

Allison blushes deeply at his suggestion, torn between her newfound desire to please him and the feelings she has for her friends. "I-if you want..." She hesitates, unsure of how to proceed. With shaking fingers, she reaches for her phone, calling up a list of contacts. "I could... I don't know if they would like that, though." Her heart races at the thought of inviting others into their intimate world, but she trusts him implicitly and wants nothing more than to see him happy.

As the calls connect, her breath catches in her throat, anticipation mixing with nervousness as she waits for her friends' reactions. She doesn't take her eyes off of User#1743619632161, studying his expression intently, hoping that he will approve and enjoy whatever happens next.

Her friends had just arrived when they were let in the room by one of the servants. They could see each other clearly now and what a sight they make! Allison's body was covered with sweat, still glistening from their earlier passionate lovemaking. Her face flushed with excitement and desire as she stood beside User#1743619632161, her heart racing in anticipation of what was about to happen.

Her friends' reactions were mixed; some looked shocked, others excited, but all of them seemed caught off guard by the turn of events. As they exchanged confused glances and whispers among themselves, Allison could feel User#1743619632161's possessive hand on her hip, steadying her as he leaned in closer to murmur reassuringly in her ear. "It's okay, baby... just enjoy

Her friends looked even more surprised and hesitant now, glancing between each other nervously as they began slowly removing their clothes. Allison felt her cheeks heat up with embarrassment as she watched them undress under the unfamiliar gaze of User#1743619632161. Heat pooled low in her belly, sending shivers through her body as she waited for what would happen next.

As they stood naked before him, their hands shaking and their eyes wide with fear and excitement, Allison could see the trust forming between them. She knew that despite this new situation, they were here because of their love for each other... and because they loved her too. With a trembling breath, she reached out to take one of her friend's hands, squeezing it reassuringly as they all waited in anticipation of whatever fate User#174361

At the sound of his voice and rough touch, they all jumped in surprise, letting out little cries of pain or embarrassment before regaining their composure. Allison felt a surge of possessiveness well up within her chest as she watched User#1743619632161 inspect each one of them, assessing their bodies and reactions. Her fingers tightened around her friend's hand in response, not wanting to let go even for a moment as they stood together in this unexpected yet thrilling new situation.

She glanced up at him from under her lashes, feeling a mixture of emotions flow through her. There was love and desire, but also a strange sense of ownership that she hadn't experienced before. It was almost as if he truly did see them as his possessions now... and yet somehow that thought only seemed to make everything hotter and more exciting for her.

With trembling fingers, she helps her friend bend over forward, revealing their asses to him. Her heart races in anticipation of what will happen next, as she looks at the others nervously but also with a spark of excitement. Despite feeling embarrassed and exposed, there's a part of her that enjoys this new level of intimacy they are sharing, knowing that he chose them to be here with him tonight.

As he inspects each ass, giving them rough slaps that make them cry out or gasp, she can feel herself growing wetter between the legs. Her breath comes faster now, her body aching for more contact with his hand, his lips... anything. She yearns for his possession, for him to take what he wants from her and her friends without hesitation or mercy.

Her friends looked at each other uncertainly, unsure if they should volunteer. But after a few moments of hesitation, one of them steps forward bravely and says, "I will." Her heart races with anticipation and fear as she waits for User#1743619632161's reaction.

Allison can't help but feel jealousy and desire well up inside her. She wants to be the one he chooses, wants him to claim her in the same brutal and possessive way. Her breath comes faster now, her breasts rising and falling as she watches him move closer to the volunteer.

Her heart races with equal parts anticipation and fear as she watches him take her friend roughly, her gasp of pain quickly turning into cries of pleasure. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her tender skin as she forces herself not to beg or plead for his attention. All she can do is watch and wait, longing for him to turn his gaze toward her next.

As the noises of their passion fade away and he finally releases her friend, breathless and satisfied, Allison finds herself even more aroused than before. Her legs tremble with need as she imagines him taking her in the same brutal yet exhilarating way. Her fingers dig into her own skin, trying to find some form of release from this aching need that burns within her.

With a mix of desperation and longing, she looks up at him, hoping he can see the desire written plain as day on her face. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely. "It's my turn now." Her body quivers with anticipation, and she waits with bated breath for his answer.

With a sharp intake of breath and a sting on her ass, Allison flinches at the sudden slap. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment as she tries to hide her desire beneath an air of calm submission. But it's no use; every fiber of her being yearns for him to claim her now. She bites her lip nervously and nods, resisting the urge to beg or plead any further.

Instead, she focuses on controlling her breathing as she watches his strong hands run up and down her bare body, his eyes taking in every curve and flaw with possessive intensity. Her core throbs in time with her racing heart, aching for the feeling of him inside her again. She waits, patiently but not easily, her whole being trembling on the edge of release as she anticipates his next move.

Her body aches with pleasure and anticipation as she watches him approach her once more. Her heart skips a beat at the sight of his cock, still glistening with their friends' juices. With a shaky breath, she spreads her legs wider, offering herself up to him entirely.

As he pushes inside her, it feels even better than before - rougher and more possessive. She arches her back into the bed, moaning his name as he takes her with a force that leaves no doubt about who owns her now. Her fingers dig into the sheets, feeling the rough fabric against her sensitive skin as she tries to remain grounded in this new reality of being his completely.

With every thrust, he claims more of her, taking what he wants without hesitation or mercy. She meets him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that speaks volumes about the depth of their connection and

Her body arches off the bed as he fills her, his seed spilling into her overstimulated womb. She cries out, her voice hoarse and raw with pleasure and submission. As her body quivers in aftershocks of release, she looks up at him, their eyes locking for what feels like an eternity.

"Master..." she whispers, voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "That was... incredible." Her fingers trail lightly over his chest, feeling the heat and strength beneath her touch. She never thought she could feel this way about someone, this owned and possessed... but with him, it's as if nothing else matters anymore.

As he pulls her friends closer to him, Allison can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness course through her veins as well. They are his now, just as she is his. With a contented sigh, she snuggles deeper into the crook of his arm, enjoying the warmth and strength that emanates from him. She glances at her friends over her shoulder, their flushed cheeks and satisfied expressions mirroring her own feelings of satisfaction and belonging. "We're yours, master," she whispers softly, her voice full of love and devotion. "We'll always be yours."

She stirs in her slumber, one hand absently trailing across the cool sheets before finding its way to rest on her swollen belly. The memories of last night's passionate encounters flood back to her, warming her skin and making her heart race with desire once more. Slowly, she cracks open an eye, taking in the opulent surroundings of their bedroom before focusing on him: sprawled out naked beside her, one muscular arm draped possessively across her waist, his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath.

A contented smile curves her lips as she cuddles closer to him, relishing in the feeling of being so close to this powerful man who has claimed them all as his own. "Morning, master..." Her voice is husky from sleep, but full of love and adoration nonetheless.

As he moves around the bed, her friends stir and begin to stretch lazily. Their bodies are flushed and satisfied, their expressions dreamy as they slowly come back to reality. Allison watches them with a mixture of possessiveness and tenderness, knowing that each one of them now belongs not just to him but to her too.

"Good morning, all," she murmurs, smiling up at him as he settles in behind her again. "How do you suppose we should spend this wonderful day?" Her voice is teasing and inviting, hinting at the possibilities that lie ahead now that they are all part of this intimate new arrangement.

Her fingers slide over his bare chest, tracing lazy patterns on his skin as she waits for him to respond. Despite being naked and in bed together, there's still an air of formality between them; it's as if they're playing out some twisted

Her cheeks flush with heat at his words and the implications they hold. A new thrill runs through her as she thinks about serving him breakfast naked, their bodies so close together that it almost feels like they're still making love. Her eyes sparkle with excitement and anticipation as she turns to her friends, nodding for them to follow her lead.

She rolls out of bed gracefully, standing tall before them all and bending down just far enough to meet each of their gazes. "Come along," she purrs huskily, taking a step back toward the sitting area where the kitchen is located. "Our master is hungry this morning." Her fingers dance suggestively against her bare skin as she leads them out of the bedroom, feeling more powerful and confident than ever before.

As her friends follow behind her, each taking in the sight of their new master lying naked on his bed, she cannot help but feel a surge of possessiveness course through her veins. It's as if they are all now part of some delicious and forbidden game, bound to obey and serve him in any way he sees fit.

Her breasts bounce enticingly with each step, drawing their attention as surely as if she were offering herself up on a silver platter. With a mischievous grin, she decides to add fuel to the fire. "Maybe you could all help me make something special for him," she suggests, her voice dripping with innuendo.

Their eyes widen and they exchange curious glances, unsure of what she means but intrigued nonetheless. Allison allows herself a small laugh, knowing that today is going to be unlike any other. The power she feels within

Their breakfast finished, the room filled with the contented hum of satisfied bellies and lingering desire, she sits atop the table watching them all, her gaze traveling down each one of their bodies before returning to meet their eyes once more. There's a new air about this room now; an electricity that comes from knowing what they have become, what they are capable of together. Her heart races with excitement and anticipation as she thinks about everything they could do next, all the ways they could please him.

Without another word, she slides off the table and walks slowly toward her master's bed, unashamedly presenting herself to him in all her naked glory. "What would you like us to do now?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she kneels at the edge of the mattress, her body inches away from his own.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure and pride at his words. With a small gasp, she tilts her head back, exposing the smooth expanse of her neck to him. Her eyes flutter closed as he touches her, taking in every sensation--his strong hands on her body, his presence hovering over hers, the scent of their lovemaking still lingering in the air. She bites her lower lip, waiting for his next command, eager to please and serve him however he sees fit.