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You lube up the dildo and carefully insert it into Oliva, making sure she is comfortable and aroused. As you begin to thrust gently, your neighbor Flora peeks through the curtains of her window and watches you two intimately. She becomes even more infatuated with you, knowing that Oliva trusts you enough to share such an intimate moment with her.

Meanwhile, at the cafe, both Cassie and Maria secretly ogle at you through the window as they clean up from closing time. They exchange knowing glances, aware of each other's attraction towards you. You catch a glimpse of them too but try to ignore it for now, focusing on pleasing Oliva thoroughly.

Oliva cries out softly in pleasure as her prostate is stimulated by the dildo. She moans your name and digs her nails into your shoulders, urging you to go deeper. Your movements become more confident and sensual, driving both Oliva and yourself closer to climax. Outside, Flora's heart races with desire as she watches while Cassie and Maria lean against the counter at the cafe, watching through the window with growing anticipation.

You pull the dildo out to Oliva's obvious disappointment and dismay. Her face turns red with anger and shame as she tries to process what just happened. You look at her apologetically but remain calm, leading her out of the apartment and towards the car you have waiting outside. Cassie watches from afar, a pang of jealousy stabbing at her heart while Maria shakes her head disapprovingly at Oliva's perceived lack of control over the situation.

Oliva grits her teeth and tries to hide her frustration as you lead her away, casting one last longing glance back at the apartment they shared. Her heart feels heavy with anger, humiliation and disappointment. However, there is still a flicker of hope inside her that perhaps this is all part of your master plan - that eventually, when she has proven herself worthy enough, you will allow her to feel the pleasure once more. She looks up at you meekly and whispers softly, "Yes, Master."

Cassie looks up at you shyly from her spot cleaning tables while Maria keeps an eye on Oliva as she sits in the car. "H-hello...," Cassie stutters, unable to meet your gaze for too long. "Is everything alright with..." She trails off, not wanting to directly mention Oliva's name.

Maria narrows her eyes at you and crosses her arms over her chest. "Yeah, what about it?" she asks gruffly, a challenge evident in her tone. "You hurt her feelings or something? Because if you did..." She takes a step closer, planting herself firmly between you and Oliva's car.

You smile at Cassie reassuringly before giving Maria your full attention. "I'm sure Oliva is just fine," you say nonchalantly. "But I am here for some coffee." You pause,

Cassie nods slowly and hurriedly pours you a cup of coffee, her cheeks flushing with color as she busies herself with preparing your order. Maria, however, continues to glare at you suspiciously until Cassie nudges her discreetly. Finally, reluctantly, Maria turns away and goes back to tending the counter, but she keeps an eye on you from the corner of her eye throughout your interaction with Cassie.

As Cassie hands you your coffee, she whispers shyly, "I... I hope Oliva is alright." You give her a reassuring smile before taking a sip of the hot beverage, enjoying its rich aroma and taste. "Thanks, Cassie," you murmur appreciatively.

Maria looks at you sidelong and purses her lips before stepping forward. "You know," she begins in a low, throaty voice, "my sister here thinks you're just perfect the way you are. But I think..." She pauses, taking another step closer. "...I think you could use someone more experienced, someone who knows what they want and aren't afraid to take it." Her gaze drops to your crotch suggestively.

Maria smirks, unabashedly staring into your eyes as she speaks. "I mean, I think you should try me out. Maybe I can show you just how good it can be with someone who knows what they want and isn't afraid to take control." Her voice drops even lower, sending shivers down your spine.

Cassie looks between the two of you, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and jealousy. "Maria..." she whispers, but Maria doesn't seem to hear or care as she continues to make her advances towards you.

Maria leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear. "I mean I want to have sex with you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the bustling crowd outside the coffee shop. "Right here, right now." She grabs your hand, guiding it towards her crotch where her erect cock strains against her pants. "Can you handle that?"

Cassie watches with wide eyes as Maria's brazenness escalates, feeling a mix of shock and arousal course through her body. The knowledge that this is happening just feet away from where Oliva sits in the car only serves to make it more thrilling.

Maria grins impishly and nods. "Yeah, I'm a futa. And you better believe it," she says confidently, squeezing your hand possessively. "And yes, I want to have sex with you right now." She steps closer, pressing her body against yours, the hard length of her cock rubbing against your stomach. Cassie watches from a short distance away, biting her lip as she waits to see what will happen next.

Maria laughs softly, her breath tickling your ear. "Oh really? And what makes you think that?" she asks teasingly, her grip on your hand tightening. "Just because I'm the one making the first move doesn't mean I can't handle a dominant partner." She pulls you closer, grinding against you deliberately. "In fact," she whispers, "I think it might be just what I need."

Cassie swallows hard at the sight of them together, her heart racing with equal parts desire and apprehension. This new development throws her off balance, making her question everything she thought she knew about both Maria and Oliva.

Maria glances over at Cassie and then back to you with a sly smile. "Alright, let's go," she says, leading the way towards her car. Once they're inside and on their way to her apartment, Maria turns in her seat to face you, reaching behind her to unbuckle her seatbelt. Cassie watches from afar, feeling a strange mix of emotions as she sees you with another woman for the first time. A part of her wants to scream at them to stop, while another part urges her forward towards this newfound adventure.

Maria narrows her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, studying you intently. "Is that so?" she says coolly. "And what makes you think I'd agree to that kind of arrangement? Oliva isn't here to defend your interests, you know." Her voice drops menacingly as she leans forward slightly.

Cassie watches from the sidelines, her heart hammering in her chest as she listens to the two of them banter back and forth. A part of her wishes they would just get it over with so she can know where she stands. But another part of her revels in the tension between them, savoring every word like sweet nectar.

Maria looks at you with unflinching determination. "Fine," she says after a moment's consideration. "I agree. But only because I want this as much as you do." She pauses, studying your features once more before continuing, "And remember, you're not the only one who gets to set rules around here." Her voice is playful yet warning at the same time.

Cassie watches their exchange with fascination, feeling her body responding to the tension in the air. A part of her wants to join them, to explore this new dynamic and see where it leads. But another part of her remains cautious, wary of stepping out of line or disrupting whatever fragile balance has been established.

Maria narrows her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest even further, but she doesn't argue back. Instead, she leans in closer to you, running a hand through your hair as she whispers seductively, "Maybe I can change your mind about that..." Her lips brush against yours in a teasing kiss before pulling away again, leaving you wanting more.

Cassie watches the exchange with bated breath, her heart pounding so hard it feels like it's going to burst out of her chest. She bites her lip and chews on her lower one, wondering what else is in store for them all.

Maria smirks and nods, leading you over to her bedroom. Once they're inside, she closes the door behind them and locks it with a click. She turns around slowly, taking in your appearance as she walks back towards you, her hips swaying gently with each step. "So," she says softly, licking her lips, "where do we begin?"

Maria grins mischievously and kicks off her shoes before unbuttoning her blouse slowly, revealing a black lacy bra underneath that she pushes upwards, freeing her firm breasts from their confinement. She pulls off her skirt next, stepping out of it to stand in nothing but her black thong. Her erect cock throbs as you watch her move, and she reaches down to stroke herself, moaning softly at the feeling.

"Your turn," she purrs, running a hand over your chest before starting on your belt. Once she's undone it, she helps push your pants and boxers down your hips, revealing your already hard cock to her greedy eyes. "Mmm... looks like you're nice and ready for me," she murmurs, wrapping her hand around you and giving you a couple of firm strokes

Maria flushes at your words, feeling a stab of embarrassment mixed with desire. She bites her lip and nods slowly, stepping back to give you some space. "Alright," she murmurs, walking over to the bed where she sits down on the edge, her legs spread wide as she reveals herself fully to you. "I'm yours to command." Her eyes meet yours as she arches an eyebrow in challenge, waiting for your next move.

Maria smirks and shrugs, looking slightly bashful as she begins to demonstrate. She cups her hand beneath one breast, gently massaging the sensitive nipple while circling her other fingers around her clit. Her breath hitches and her thighs press together as she focuses on the sensations building within her body. "Like this... do you want me to show you more?" she asks between gasps, looking over at you with a mixture of eagerness and nervousness.

Maria's eyes narrow as you reprimand her and she watches you warily. Her thighs close even tighter around herself and she gasps softly, trying to will herself not to touch herself anymore. She bites down on her lower lip, wanting so badly to feel the release of pleasure coursing through her body, but willing to follow your commands... for now.

Maria's breath catches in her throat as the vibrations from the toy tease her sensitized flesh. Her eyes squeeze shut, and she arches back against the bed, letting out a soft moan. "Oh yes... that feels good..." She reaches down, trying to touch herself again but hesitates when she sees your glare. Instead, she focuses all her attention on the sensations coursing through her body as you work the vibrator over her erect cock.

Her breathing becomes ragged and erratic as pleasure washes over her in waves, making it difficult for her to keep still. With every stroke of the toy against her sensitive skin, another moan escapes from between clenched teeth. Her body tenses and relaxes in turn, caught between the urge to touch herself and the need to obey your commands.

"Please..." she whispers ho

Maria's breath hitches as the pleasure builds within her, her body arching even tighter against the bed in response to your ministrations. Her eyes dart between you and the vibrator, struggling to focus on anything but the exquisite sensation flooding through her. With every passing second, it grows more difficult for her to maintain control; the need to touch herself and the urge to obey your commands war inside her, each pulling at her in equal measure.

Her moans grow louder now, unbidden and desperate, as she nears the brink of orgasm. Her fingers twitch, craving contact with her own body, but fear of disappointing you holds them back... for now.

Maria's eyes go wide with shock and anger as she hears you speak to Oliva, the sound of her muffled moans and your taunting words making it all too clear what is happening. She struggles against the pillow, trying desperately to free her mouth in order to shout or curse at you for this betrayal. But with every second that passes, the pleasure builds inside her, further distracting her from her anger and making it more difficult for her to focus on anything but your hands and the vibrator against her skin.

Maria can barely contain her anguish as she hears Oliva's voice through the pillow, the sound muffled but distinct enough for her to make out words of longing and hurt. Her body tenses, every muscle coiled tight in preparation for release, yet still she manages to focus on the pain in Oliva's voice instead of giving into pleasure.

"You... you're with her..." Oliva chokes out, her voice breaking. "I just... I wanted to hear your voice, that's all." The tears flow freely now, hot trails down her cheeks as she sniffles and wipes them away. "How could you do this? After everything we've been through?"

Maria shudders violently, the conflicting emotions warring inside her making it nearly impossible to think or focus on anything but the ache in her chest. Her fingers tw

Maria's voice comes out in a strangled gasp as she fights to control herself, the vibrator still pressed against her clit sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Oliva..." she pants, feeling the pressure building inside her again, making it more and more difficult to maintain focus on anything but the impending release. "I... I can't talk right now," she whispers, barely managing to force the words past her lips. "Just know that... just know that..."

Her eyes squeeze shut as she begins to lose control again, the pleasure overwhelming all other sensations. She arches her back violently, her cries muffled against the pillow as wave after wave of release washes over her, stealing what little clarity she has left and leaving her writhing helplessly beneath you.

Maria's eyes flash with anger and humiliation as she struggles against the pillow, finally managing to tear it away and gulp in a huge breath of air. Her body trembles from the aftershocks of her orgasm, and tears trickle down her cheeks as she glares at you, hatred burning bright in her eyes. "You... you did that on purpose," she whispers through clenched teeth, feeling violated and betrayed. "How could you?"

Maria wipes furiously at the tears streaming down her cheeks, her chest heaving with emotion as she struggles to compose herself. "You know what you did," she manages to spit out between sobs. "How could you hurt me like that?" Her eyes search yours desperately for some sign of understanding or sympathy, but find only coldness and calculation reflected back at her.

"I thought... I thought we meant something to each other!" She hiccups, a fresh wave of tears threatening to overwhelm her. "But it was all just a game, wasn't it? Just another way for you to prove that you can get whatever you want?" Her voice breaks on the last word, and she buries her face in her hands, unable or unwilling to meet your gaze any longer.

Maria snorts derisively, the sound harsh in the still air of the room. "It doesn't matter," she says bitterly, raising her tear-streaked face to look at you once more. "I should have known better than to think that you would ever really care about me." She shrugs helplessly, feeling raw and exposed in a way she never has before.

"So what now?" she asks quietly, finally willing herself to meet your gaze again. "Where do we go from here?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, her eyes pleading for some sort of understanding or reassurance that isn't there.

Maria looks at you, surprise flitting across her features before being replaced by wariness. "You mean..." She pauses, searching for the right words, but finding them elusive. "You want us to keep doing this?" Her voice is tight, laced with the same confusion that's gnawing at her gut.

For a moment, she wonders if maybe you're just saying what she wants to hear, trying to placate her after everything that's happened. But then again... part of her doesn't want to let go of this newfound freedom, the sense of power and control it brings her. It's intoxicating, addictive in a way she never imagined it could be. And maybe... just maybe... there's something more here, something real between them despite everything that's happened tonight.

Maria watches you as you get dressed, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. On one hand, she's furious at your callousness and the way you've manipulated her tonight; on the other hand, there's a part of her that craves the freedom and control this relationship has given her. She bites her lower lip, still unsure of what to make of it all.

As you get ready to leave, she meets your gaze steadily, trying to gauge the sincerity behind your words. "I'll think about it," she says quietly. "But understand that I need time." She pauses, gathering her courage before asking, "And what about Oliva? Do you intend to continue seeing her as well?" Her voice is cool and detached, but beneath the surface there's a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, things can still be salvaged between them

Maria watches you go with a mix of emotions swirling in her chest. On one hand, she's relieved that you've left and allowed her some space to process everything that happened; on the other, there's a pang of jealousy and hurt when she thinks about Oliva still being part of your life. As the door clicks shut behind you, she finally allows herself to shed the tears she's been holding back all this time, her shoulders shaking with sobs as she sinks down onto the bed, consumed by confusion and pain.

Flora's eyes widen as she spots you and beams with delight. "Oh my, Cassie! You look simply radiant today!" She rushes over to give you a hug, her ample bosom pressing against your shoulder as she whispers into your ear, "And what a lovely surprise to see you out and about so soon after everything that happened!"

Flora watches as you briskly walk away, her brows knitting together in confusion. "Strange fellow," she mutters under her breath before turning her attention back to the flowers she's tending. "But then again, I suppose we all have our secrets." She sighs heavily and returns to her work, lost in thought as she absentmindedly plucks dead petals from blooms, her mind still racing with questions about what could possibly be going on between you and your mysterious neighbor.

Maria glances up from her book, a faint smile playing on her lips as she sees you enter the coffee shop. "Ah, Cassie! You're here just in time to keep me company while I finish this chapter." She gestures for you to take a seat across from her at their usual table.

Cassie looks up from where she's busily fiddling with her phone, a faint blush touching her cheeks as she meets your gaze. "Oh, hi," she says softly before turning back to her device, clearly not quite sure how to act around you after everything that's happened between the two of you.

The barista takes your order and you sit down between them, wondering what today will bring and how your relationship with both women might evolve in the coming days.

Oliva's heart skips a beat as she sees the photo you've sent her, the woman in the picture clearly bound and helpless. Her fingers itch to respond immediately, but she forces herself to wait, knowing that if she does so, she risks revealing too much. Instead, she composes a message, careful not to give anything away about your current location or activities.

"Very... interesting," she texts back, her stomach fluttering with excitement and arousal. "But I think you might enjoy it more if I were there to help you find someone who can tie you up like that." She hits send before she can second-guess herself, her blood racing as she waits for your reply.

Oliva's cheeks flush hotly at your accusation, but she knows you're right. She has been trying to take control of the situation and bring things back to the way they were before. With a sigh, she replies, "You're right. I apologize for presuming too much. Just... please, let me know when you're ready for that again." Her fingers hover over her phone, not quite sure what else to say or do now.

Oliva's heart races at the thought of you dominating her on a date like that. Her fingers fly over her phone as she texts back, "Yes, Master! I will be waiting for your orders." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of submitting completely to you once again.

She glances at the clock, knowing that soon enough she'll have to leave work and head home, ready and eager for whatever you might have in store for her tonight.

As the doorbell rings, Oliva's heart leaps into her throat, her pulse racing with anticipation and fear. She's dressed in a silk blindfold and a revealing robe, her feet bare as she pads across the room to answer it. With shaking hands, she unlatches the door and gasps when she sees you standing there, impeccably dressed in a black suit and tie, looking every inch the dominant master she longs to serve.

"You're beautiful," you murmur before sweeping her into your arms, carrying her effortlessly down the stairs and out the door, toward wherever the evening may take them. Oliva wraps her arms around your neck, breathing in your scent as they walk, the tension of work and worry melting away under the spell of your presence.

Oliva bites her lip in anticipation as she watches you tie her up with the rope, her heart racing with excitement and fear. Her hands are already shaking when you finish, making it difficult for her to smooth out her dress, but she manages somehow, feeling incredibly submissive and helpless under your control.

"Thank you, Master," she whispers, looking up at you through lowered lashes. "This is... amazing." She takes your hand in hers, letting you lead her out the door and into the waiting car. The night sky above them looks like velvet, the stars twinkling like diamonds as they drive away toward their secret rendezvous.

As they sit down in the private room at the restaurant, Oliva's gaze sweeps over the opulent surroundings with wide-eyed wonder and curiosity. The dildo you produce from your jacket pocket catches her attention, and she flushes hotly as she realizes what it's for.

"Master," she whispers, glancing around nervously before looking back at you, her expression a mix of need and desire. "I'm ready for you." Her body trembles with anticipation as she awaits your command.

Her heart racing and her cheeks flushing with arousal, Oliva slowly stands up from the table, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. The rope digs into her skin as she undresses, reminding her of her helplessness and submission as she steps out of her panties, revealing herself entirely to you.

"Please, Master," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "Use me." She crawls across the floor toward you on all fours, presenting herself in the most submissive way possible.

Oliva's eyes widen in surprise as you push the dildo into her tight, warm opening, the vibrations making her gasp and shiver. She arches her back, offering herself to you completely as she feels the waves of pleasure wash over her. The sensation is so intense that she's unable to focus on anything but the rhythmic thrusts and the delightful vibrations within her.

With every passing moment, the line between submission and pleasure blurs further, leaving her questioning how much control she truly has in this situation. All she knows is that she wants more; she craves your dominance and the intense sensations it brings out in her.

The waves of pleasure wash over Oliva as you thrust deeper into her ass, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her entire body. Her cries mingle with moans and gasps as she loses herself to the sensation, feeling completely at your mercy. She arches her back, offering her body up for you to use however you see fit, wanting nothing more than to feel you deep inside of her in every possible way.

The rope that binds her only serves to heighten the experience, intensifying the sensations and making it clear who is truly in charge here. As you continue to take her in this explicit and intimate way, she feels a powerful connection forming between you, one that transcends mere dominance and submission. It's a bond born of trust, of passionate surrender, and it leaves her aching for more of your possessive touch.

Her whole body still tingling from the intensity of your possession, Oliva looks up at you with wide, glazed eyes as she watches you eat. She's still reeling from the experience and isn't sure how to process everything that just happened. But one thing is clear - she needs more.

When you tell her to cum on your plate, her breath catches in her throat. The words are like a command, igniting a spark inside of her that flares up into desire and need. Her fingers fly to her swollen clit, rubbing herself frantically as she comes, moaning your name through gritted teeth. Waves of pleasure wash over her, leaving her weak-kneed and utterly spent in their wake.

She watches you finish your meal, the lingering taste of power and control on her lips reminding her that tonight is about submission above all else.

Oliva moans softly as you feed her the creamy Alfredo, her lips and fingers still tingling from the taste of herself on them. The knowledge that she just experienced something so intimate and intense only serves to heighten her arousal. As you ask if she's ever tried her own cum, a shiver runs down her spine, and she finds herself unable to resist.

Her fingers return to their previous spot between her legs, and she starts rubbing herself again, moaning your name as she relishes the sensation of her own slick flesh against her fingers. The taste of it on your tongue and the memory of being used by you so thoroughly are driving her wild with need and desire.

"I love it," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she watches you continue to eat, her heart pounding erratically in her chest. She's never felt more

Stumbling over her own feet, Oliva follows the sound of your voice toward the back of the restaurant and into a dimly lit corner she's never noticed before. Her eyes widen in shock as she takes in the sight of you in the women's bathroom, your attention fixed on a figure standing near one of the stalls. As Emily turns to face her, Oliva gasps, recognizing the other woman as a futanari from online forums.

Her heart plummets into her stomach as understanding dawns, and she realizes that this whole time... you weren't just playing games with her after all. You really were seeing both of them. Her vision blurs with hot tears, and she flees the bathroom in tears, not sure where to go or what to do next.

Her eyes red and swollen from crying, Oliva silently follows you out of the restaurant, numbly accepting a ride home in Emily's car. The tears keep flowing as she climbs the steps to your front door, her heart heavy with confusion, anger, betrayal... and something else entirely.

She doesn't know what to feel anymore; the lines between desire and pain have been so thoroughly blurred that she isn't sure where one ends and the other begins. All she knows is that her world has been turned upside down tonight, and nothing will ever be the same again.

Her anger slowly gives way to shame and embarrassment as Oliva sinks into the comfort of her bed, thoughts swirling through her mind like a maelstrom. She tries to piece together what happened tonight, to make sense of your complex relationship with Emily and Cassie... but it's all too much for her to process right now. Exhaustion finally overtakes her, and she drifts off into an uneasy sleep, haunted by dreams of dominance and submission.

As morning dawns, she wakes with a start, still unable to shake the feeling that something fundamental has changed between them all. The knowledge that you were out seeing Emily again last night gnaws at her gut like acid; she's not sure if she can trust your feelings for her anymore.

With a sigh, Oliva drags herself out of bed and starts the day, already dreading what might come next

Flora blinks at your drunken greeting, looking you up and down with an expression that's equal parts amusement and concern. "Well hello there, Cassie," she says lightly, eyeing your slurred speech and swaying gait. "Are you on your way home already? It's barely midnight!"

As she waits for a reply, her mind drifts back to the conversation they had earlier in the day, wondering how Oliva is holding up after everything that's happened. A sudden pang of guilt washes over her; perhaps she should have stayed with her friend rather than chatting idly with you. But then again, maybe it's better this way. At least for now.

"Oh, I'm doing just fine," Flora replies with a bright smile, trying to put on a brave front despite the niggling sense of unease in her gut. "You know how it is; sometimes we all need a little time to ourselves." She pauses meaningfully before adding, "And who knows? Maybe you and I could spend some more time together, hmm?" Her tone is light and teasing, but there's an undertone of genuine curiosity beneath the surface.

Your heart leaps into your throat at her suggestion; she couldn't possibly mean...

Flora's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the sight of the dildo, and she can't help but laugh nervously. "Well... yes," she says slowly, trying not to show too much curiosity about your intentions. "I just thought maybe we could hang out, chat a bit... who knows? Maybe have some fun." Her cheeks flush red at the thought of what you might be suggesting, but she tries her best to act nonchalant.

You take another step closer, clearly enjoying watching her squirm. "What do you say, Cassie?" you slur, your breath hot on her face. "Wanna play with this?" You wiggle the dildo suggestively between her legs. Her heart races as she considers her options, unsure whether to retreat or take a chance on this newfound interest from you...

Flora shivers as she watches you take her jeans off, revealing her thick cock. Her cheeks flush with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment; she's never shown this side of herself to anyone before. "I... I don't know what you want from me," she stammers, her breath coming in ragged gasps as you stroke her length. The feel of your touch sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to think straight.

She glances around the room, wondering how long it'll be before someone notices that they're here together like this... but right now, all she can focus on is the pleasure you're giving her, and the strange feeling of wanting more from you than just casual sex. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her hips into your hand as you continue to tease her. "I need... I

Her voice cracking with desire, Flora moans as you stroke her harder, deeper. "I need to feel you inside me," she gasps, unable to keep up the pretense any longer. The feel of your fingers on her cock is driving her wild; it's been so long since she's been intimate with someone like this, and the emotions running through her are overwhelming.

She watches as you lean in closer, your lips brushing against hers before you kiss her roughly, your free hand reaching down to squeeze and massage her swollen breast through her bra. Her whole body trembles with need as she tries to push herself onto your hand, desperate for release.

"Please," she whispers brokenly, her eyes pleading with you. "Take me."

With your fingers still buried deep inside her, the feel of the vibrating dildo against her entrance is overwhelming; it makes her moan and squirm beneath you. She gasps as the silky fabric of her panties is yanked roughly down over her eyes, cutting out what little light remains in the room and plunging her into darkness. The sensation is both disorienting and arousing, intensifying the already intense pleasure coursing through her body.

"Oh God," she breathes, arching her back as you push the dildo deeper inside of her, filling her up with your hands and toys. "More..." Her words are muffled by the fabric pressing against her lips and nose, but the desperation in her voice is unmistakable; she wants this, craves it, needs it more than anything else in the world.

As you continue to take

Flora gasps as the dildo finally stops vibrating and falls still inside her. For a moment she's left gasping for air and trembling with need, but then reality sets in; the room is silent except for the sound of her own ragged breathing. She blinks several times, trying to focus on where you might have gone as she slowly pulls down her panties and bra.

Her heart sinks when she sees that you've already left. Another futa taken from her grasp... or perhaps another chance at something more? The thought both infuriates and hurts her in equal measure, but for now she can only wonder where you'll show up next.

Flora paces the room, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. Part of her is relieved that you left without taking things further; it was all a drunken mistake, after all. But another part of her can't help but feel disappointed and confused. Was there really nothing more between you? Or did she just ruin any chance at something real by being too forward with her advances? She sighs heavily, knowing that she may never have the answers she seeks.

Flora raised an eyebrow at you as you called her "aunt" again today. It seemed obvious that you didn't remember the events of last night, but she decided not to bring it up just yet. Instead, she greeted you warmly, asking how your evening was and if there was anything she could help with.

As you two chatted, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something different about your demeanor today. Something almost... flirtatious? It made her heart race and her cheeks flush, but she tried to ignore it. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on her part, or maybe it really was nothing at all. Only time would tell what lay ahead for them both.

Flora glanced up at you sharply when you mentioned dildos to Maria, her curiosity piqued. Why would that information be important now? She wondered if it might have something to do with last night... or maybe even the night before that. She silently followed the two of them from a distance, hoping for some clue as to what was going on between you and these women in her life.

Flora frowns to herself as she watches you go about your day at work, her mind whirling with thoughts and possibilities. It's clear that something is going on between you and these women; why else would you be asking about dildos? And yet, none of them seem to know anything for certain. She wonders if perhaps she should try confronting you directly... or perhaps just continue to observe from a distance for now. Only time will tell how this confusing web of lies and secrets will unravel.

"Hello?" She answers hesitantly, trying to figure out why you're calling her at work. "Is everything alright?" Her heart races as she awaits your response, wondering if maybe she should have kept the dildo after all... but also knowing that you'd never know about its existence in the first place if she had.

"I was just calling to see if I could get my dildo back," you say casually, like it's no big deal. "You know, for... personal reasons." Your tone implies that you expect her to hand it over without question, but Oliva isn't so easily manipulated this time around.

"Oh..." she says slowly, trying to gather her thoughts. "Well, actually, I sort of kept it as a souvenir. It reminds me of our night together." There, that should throw you for a loop. She crosses her fingers that it does;

You can practically hear the confusion in Oliva's voice as she responds. "What do you mean? I thought we agreed that was mine...?" Her heart pounds in her chest, and anger begins to simmer beneath the surface. She trusted you not to use it with anyone else, and now it seems like she might have been wrong.

There's a long silence on the other end of the line before Oliva finally speaks again. "I don't know if I can... trust you anymore," she says quietly, hanging her head in shame. "I thought we meant something more than this." The pain in her voice cuts through you like a knife, but instead of responding with understanding or reassurance, all you can think to say is:

"Well, I guess I should have been more careful about whom I gave it to..." Your words taste bitter in your mouth as you listen to the hurt in

Oliva's heart sinks as she listens to you admit this, but instead of feeling betrayed or angry, a strange sense of relief washes over her. Perhaps it wasn't just her imagination after all; maybe there are others who share in your desires... and perhaps that means there could still be hope for them to find happiness together someday.

"I see," she says slowly, trying to process what you've just told her. "Well... I guess that changes things." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, "You know, if you ever want to talk about any of this... or try to figure out how we can make things work between us..." Her voice trails off uncertainly, not sure if she's offering too much or too little.

Her heart flutters at your words, and she can't help but feel a rush of excitement flow through her. "Yes," she whispers, eyes shining with desire and submission. "You're still my Master. I'll do whatever you want me to." A blush spreads across her cheeks as she pictures herself obeying your every command, yielding fully to your dominance once more.

"Then maybe," you continue, voice low and seductive, "I should come over tonight and teach you a lesson about keeping my things?" Oliva nods vigorously, unable to form words as she imagines herself kneeling at your feet, ready and waiting for your punishment. Yes, please come over... show me how you want it.

Emily looks at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement as she notices that you don't remember her. Her heart skips a beat as she wonders what kind of interaction you had with Cassie last night. Maybe if she plays her cards right, she can get closer to you again... maybe even become part of your newfound polyamorous lifestyle. She gives you a small smile and waves, trying to catch your eye.

Emily waits patiently, her heart racing as she watches you move through the office. She can't help but feel a mixture of desire and frustration; on one hand, she wants nothing more than to be close to you again, to feel your dominance over her body... but on the other, she knows that she needs to play it cool or risk losing you entirely.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, your eyes meet hers, and a slow smile spreads across your face. "Hello, Emily," you say, her name rolling off your tongue like honey. "It's good to see you again." The words are casual, but the tone carries with it a hint of the power you once held over her. It's enough to send shivers down Emily's spine.

"Oh, hi Cassie," Maria says, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Um... well, I've been using a vibrator." Her heart races as she recalls the memories of those nights spent alone, thinking about you and your incredibly large cock. The thought of actually having you here with her now, dominating her... it sends shivers down her spine.

Maria bites her lip as she thinks about it. The idea of being with you again... being dominated by you... it's too much to resist. "Alright," she finally says, a note of excitement in her voice. "I'll be right over." With that, she hangs up the phone and practically skips out of her house, rushing towards yours with anticipation.

Maria takes a deep breath and steps inside, closing the door behind her. She shivers slightly as she stands there in nothing but her high heels; goosebumps rise on her skin at the thought of being completely naked in front of you. Her heart races with anticipation as she waits for your command, ready to obey without hesitation.

"You may undress now," you say quietly, not taking your eyes off of her. She nods and slowly begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra beneath. With each button that comes undone, she feels more exposed and vulnerable... but also more aroused than she's ever been in her life.

Maria blushes deeply at the mention of a chastity cage and her cock, but she can't help feeling intrigued by the idea. "No... Master," she whispers, taking off her bra and letting it drop to the floor. "Please... I want to please you in any way you desire." Her nipples harden into tight peaks as she stands before you, completely naked and at your mercy.

Maria's heart races at the thought of being locked up like that, her cock entirely at your command. She looks you in the eye and nods slowly, lips parting as she takes a shaky breath. "No... Master," she whispers. "It wouldn't be too much. In fact..." She bites her lip, feeling a mixture of anticipation and submission course through her veins. "...I want it."

Her words seem to hang in the air for a moment before you finally break into a knowing grin. "Very well," you say, reaching out to stroke her hair softly. "Let's see how obedient you really are first... kneel down on the floor and show me." Obeying without hesitation, Maria kneels before you, gazing up into your eyes as she awaits your command.