Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

[DawnODay]

“Almost there ladies,” Prince Carl Gustav grunted as he employed a strap-on dildo adjacent to his actual erection to make love to Dawn and Josephine respectively and simultaneously. “So I hope you are getting close.”

It didn’t matter to Josephine, and she imagined it would not matter much to Carl, that the tribadism she shared with Dawn, that their various positions created, played more of a role in moving her to climax than having his living organ inside of her. As she neared the pinnacle of ecstasy, Josephine cried out. “I’m close, Gussie! My God!!! I’m so close....”

"Me, too!" Dawn moaned as the combined sensation of the dildo, tribadism, and nipple stimulation impelled her toward orgasm. "Make me come, you two! PLEASE!!! Make me come!"

 

[EmpressJosephine]

The Best Angle



“Make me come, you two!” Dawn pleaded as Prince Carl filled her with a dildo from behind and Josephine tribbed with her from below. “PLEASE!!! Make me come!”

Josephine, herself on the verge of orgasm, not only from rubbing with Dawn but also from Carl’s erection inside her, laughed with joy as she expertly tilted her hips to bring her clitoris is the most direct contacts with Dawn’s as they thrust their hips together.

 

[CCorteeze]

"Oh fuck!!!" Mary screamed again with Malcolm's rigid member deep inside her, while Karen's finger caressed her clitoris. Then, apparently physically and emotionally spent, Mary collapsed forward onto Malcolm. Karen gave her a few seconds to catch her breath, then helped her roll off of him onto the felted slate of the pool table.

Malcolm's erection remained pointing toward the high ceiling. Already slick with Mary's juices, it slid right into Karen when she scooted up his thighs and mounted his hips with a satisfied sigh.

As Karen helped Mary off of him, Malcolm felt the momentarily flash of cold on his erect manhood, but as Karen slid onto it, the heat from her felt exquisite. He offered his hand to her as he looked up at her. As she sighed from pleasure, his cock buried in deep inside of her. His hand moved to her back as he pulled her in to kiss her deeply. "Now ride me."

"Now ride me."

Malcolm's accented voice brought Mary from her post-climactic stupor. She opened her eyes and smiled to see Karen had taken her place on Malcolm's hips and erection. Still recovering from her second overwhelming orgasm in less than 30 minutes, Mary had not yet regained sufficient control over her arms and legs to join back in. She would let Karen have Malcolm to herself for a bit longer.

 

[Rose4Emily]

That feeling of shame for putting Michele through all of this chimes to a truth when I witness the tears of relief slide down the woman’s gorgeous face. I don’t intentionally do this to hurt her, only trying to find my place in a situation that seems to keep it’s claws hooked into me. No, that’s not correct, I do this on my own for I do want to be with Michele, but the situation that I’m in comes with her and that is why it pains the both of us when I allow my desperation and anger get the better of me.

I come to a moment of happiness, as I feel the body of Michele come into contact with me. Her hug is returned as I place my arms around her waist and lightly pull her to me. We hold one another for a few moments before she lightly pulls back and informs me that we should go upstairs and put on some clothes that will help me feel more like myself than a servant to the lady of the house. I lightly shake my head in an agreement. “Sure, I think it might give me a little solace.” I offer with a smile, more so by being in her arms than the words she spoke for putting on clothes was like putting a band-aid on a gunshot wound. Nothing is going to help until I come to terms with myself on staying here, once that happens maybe I can find that lost part of me.

Shall we?” I look into her eyes, arms still entwined around her waist. “Maybe, we will have a little time to ourselves while the Lady of the house is still entertaining her guests. I give a slight sinister smile. “Although I want to go where that Russian doesn’t have access too.” I growl still angered by his demeanor.

"Well, one thing at a time," Michele suggests as she slips her arm around Alysa and maneuvers with her toward the grand staircase to the mansion's upper floor. "Let's get out of these outfits, then decide what's next."

The steps are wide enough for them to climb them as they are, with their arms around one another. At the top, they turn right and walk down the hall to the suite where Michele has traditionally warmed Josephine's nights. She hopes that soon Alysa might feel comfortable assisting in that role. They enter. Michele immediately begins to undress.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

“Make me come, you two!” Dawn pleaded as Prince Carl filled her with a dildo from behind and Josephine tribbed with her from below. “PLEASE!!! Make me come!”

Josephine, herself on the verge of orgasm, not only from rubbing with Dawn but also from Carl’s erection inside her, laughed with joy as she expertly tilted her hips to bring her clitoris is the most direct contacts with Dawn’s as they thrust their hips together.

Carl had been straining himself waiting for the women to reach this peak, and now that he heard them cry out he was ready to let himself go as well.

He felt his balls swell up and crawl towards his belly as they prepared to unleash the large load they contained, and as he plowed into Josephine with a renewed fury he was even more surprised to feel himself grow even firmer inside her.

Just as he felt himself about to explode he pushed down hard upon Dawn's tailbone, squishing the two women together as hard as they could get, and then he thrust as deeply inside of them as he could.

"Oh God yesssss," he groaned as he exploded inside of the Empress, his seed shooting out powerfully to fill her up. He felt himself shoot twice more, before he quickly pulled out of her and buried himself deeply inside Dawn's ass to finish shooting inside her. After all it was only right that she should enjoy the fruits of their labor.

As he finally finished he found his legs wobbly and he rested his weight briefly on the back of Dawn, still buried deeply in her ass and kissed her neck.

"You two ladies sure know how to wring every last drop out of a man. Perhaps later I can return the favor in a more...teasingly oral way. After all it is only polite to return what is given."

Dragging himself slowly out of Dawn he stood up and looked down at them. Smiling he offered his hand to them. "Still I believe now is the time for recuperation. Perhaps we should retire to the main building and see if Chrissy has indeed finished preparing anything to eat. I suddenly find myself in need of some food to replenish my strength," he grinned.

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

"Eef you are not busy, droog Ian," Constantine suggests. "Could you eider set table or perhaps find servants? And inform de oders dat loonch vill be served very soon."

Ian stands, bows with an exaggerated flourish, and replies laughing. "I am thy servant."

As he enters the dining room, Ian spies Michele and Fruit Loops heading up the curved stairs to the upper story. They remain in their maid uniforms, and he almost calls out to them for assistance. He changes his mind, however, realizing that Michele needs more time to help Fruit Loops adjust to her new role in Josephine's retinue.

Crossing to the buffet, he pulls out a stack of fine china plates and begins to distribute them around the table.

 

[AmberStar]

I nod my head in understanding, “Yes, one thing at a time.” I repeat her declaration. I feel my lips forming that loving smile that seems to always form across my face when Michele is near and paying attention to me with those eyes of hers. I feel the ping of seductiveness rising in the pit of my stomach, which also seems to always happen when she is near me. I can feel the sting in my face as I know it’s now turning slightly red.

I inhale deeply when the soft hand of Michele’s slides around my waist with a slight grip as she guides me toward the huge circular stairwell. I take one last glimpse over my shoulder toward the door. Knowing damn good and well that I wouldn’t be able to walk through it without Michele on my arm and I know that would never happen either so I only have one course of action and that is to take the forward step with Michele back into the depths of the Mansion’s elegance.
I press my body against Michele as she leads me back up the stairs toward the upper level. I fight down the wanting urge to just pull her to me and kiss her deeply, an urge that seems to happen to me more and more when I’m in her presence. Another obvious weakness to add to my list. I sigh inward as I know I would do anything for the love of this woman.

“Michele!” I gasp when she immediately undresses, not in surprise but in causing more of that urge to surge across my body. I close my eyes trying not to get pulled deeper into that desire that burns in the pit of my stomach as if that lasted long. I allow my eyes to travel up and down the woman’s form. The inevitable happens as I lick over my lower lip with the tip of my tongue. “God your beautiful!” I let the mood of my hunger fill the tone of my voice.

“I think you need some assistance to get the rest off!” I move forward and pull the woman into my arms. I lean in and began to kiss her sensually.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Experiences



“Give us a moment, Gussie,” Josephine panted as she lay sprawled upon the ping-pong table with her chauffeur Dawn collapsed on top of her and Prince Cark Gustav standing over them, strutting like a rooster on a warm spring morning.

It hadn’t been an especially intense orgasm, Josephine realized as she fought to catch her breath with Dawn’s weight upon her, but it certainly came to her from one of the more interesting sexual routines she had yet experienced. In Josephine’s case, that said a lot.

 

[CeriseBuss]

After reviewing a particularly succulent recipe for coq au vin, Chrissy set down her iPad, rested her chin in one hand with her elbow on the table, and asked Constantine: "Which do you like better, Ian's idea about Wellington versus Napoleon, or simply doing a French themed dinner?"

 

[DawnODay]

After a moment, Dawn slid down Josephine's body until she stood at the end of the pingpong table between her feet. Turning to Carl, she nodded. "Food is a great idea, Your Highness. I'm famished!"

 

[Hard_Rom]

Constantine ponders Chrissy's choice of just French or a historical menu for dinner.

"I vould dearly love to taste fresh made Napoleon," he replies, "I vould bet dat eet ees dessert found een France too." "My experience vid cooking from udder countries ees very leemeeted."

"Myself I avoid eating dark meats. I am perhaps not beest person to ask. You may end up eating more cabbage and black bread den you vould enjoy eef I influence menu."

"You are meestress of kitchen. I vill defer to you about food."

 

[KaseE]

Karen's breasts flattened upon Malcolm's chest when he pulled her down for a deep, passionate kiss. Karen groaned into his mouth as the position pressed his erection against the rear of her vaginal wall. The kiss ended and Malcolm spoke.

"Now ride me."

With an impassioned moan, Karen sat back up, settling her full weight on his hips. She had taken equestrian classes since childhood, so his request brought much more to mind than it might to most women.

"First we must start at a walk," she giggled as she started to slowly rock her hips upon him, then quoted details learned from one instructor, actually her Uncle Ian, who made her memorize a variety of facts out of riding manuals. "'The walk is a four-beat gait that averages about four miles per hour.'"

Her hips started thrusting in an obvious four-beat pattern, still slow, but a bit more forcefully. After a few moments of this she spoke again. "'The fastest walks with a four-beat footfall pattern are actually the lateral forms of ambling gaits such as the running walk, singlefoot, and rack.... There are two basic types of ambling gaits: lateral, wherein the front and hind feet on the same side move in sequence, and diagonal, where the front and hind feet on opposite sides move in sequence.'"

At this point, she began muttering those two words alternatively. When she'd whisper "lateral," she would shimmy her hips from side to side for four or eight thrusts. Then she'd gasp "diagonal" and rock her hips back and forth and a bit to one side then the other for the same amount, at all time maintaining a steady rhythm as if displaying her prowess at a riding competition.

 

[Lordmikel]

Strangest passion words ever, thought Malcolm. But she owned the, she made them her own. And she was most certainly doing what he has requested of her. He looked up at her marveling as she adjusted and readjusted, slamming herself slowly onto his cock. He was so very hard, loving how this hot beauty was riding him so equestrian like.

"Yes, ride me." He whispered to her, wanting her to continue to do what she was doing, to go faster, just simply continue. He was going to fill her so pussy so very much when he finally came. His hands moved to her breasts, squeezing them tightly.

 

[KaseE]

"The trot is a two-beat gait that has a wide variation in possible speeds, but averages about 8 miles per hour," Karen grunted as the pace of her hips increased. She continued to quote details learned from one instructor, actually her Uncle Ian, who made her memorize a broad range of facts out of riding manuals. "'There are three ways the trot may be ridden: Sitting...'"

Suddenly, Karen let all her weight settle fully onto Malcolm's hips, nearly pinning him to the pool table as she continued reciting while her hips rocked smoothly without lifting. "'The rider's seat remains in the saddle the whole time while following the motion of the horse and without bouncing.... Sitting the trot gives the rider optimum control, because she can use the seat and weight to ask the horse to make upward or downward transitions... turns... or to decrease or increase impulsion.'"

As she spoke each of those terms, she thrust, twisted, or slightly raised her hips upon Malcolm's stiff erection in various ways. Then she repeated this sequence over and over.

 

[CCorteeze]

Mary chuckled as she listened to Karen make sport of riding Malcolm. Propping her head up on one hand, she watched the young woman translate equestrian technique into lovemaking brilliance.

 

[KaseE]

"Then there is Rising or Posting," Karen's voice had grown breathy with lust as she moved herself upon Malcolm's hips with his stiff organ deep inside her. She again quoted details learned from one instructor, actually her Uncle Ian, who made her memorize a broad range of facts out of riding manuals. "'When the Rising Trot is performed correctly, it is comfortable for the rider and easy on the horse. The rider makes an up-and-down movement each stride, rising out of the saddle for one beat and lowering to seated for the second beat.'"

Using the strength of her athletic legs, she began mimicking these movements on Malcolm's erection, rising about half its length and rocking her hips for a beat, then dropping herself fully upon it with a single thrust, repeating this cycle countless times.

 

[Lordmikel]

Greatest horse back riding lesson ever. As Karen planted herself onto Malcolm's hips, her pussy buried completely. Her body raised over her as she wiggled her hips, forcing his cock to move in and out. Her speed had quickened and Malcolm simply enjoyed the ride at the moment.

The way she moved her hips, allowing his hard manhood to continue to slide in and out of her. She was so very hot and even though the movement was restricted, it felt exquisite.

But then her voice changed, becoming hotter, sexier as she began to talk about posting. Her strong legs moving her up along his shaft before almost falling down onto it. Letting it impale her again and again.

His mind slightly distracted, he wondered if gallop was next or not.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Word Choice



“Food is a great idea, Your Highness,” Dawn sighed at the end of the ping-pong table they had just shared while Prince Carl Gustav made simultaneous love to them. “I’m famished!”

“Me, too,” Josephine agreed as she climbed carefully down to stand naked on the patio. She smiled at the prince. “Are you coming Gussie? Oh! Never mind, you already did that.... I should say: Will you be joining us?”

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

“Food is a great idea, Your Highness,” Dawn sighed at the end of the ping-pong table they had just shared while Prince Carl Gustav made simultaneous love to them. “I’m famished!”

“Me, too,” Josephine agreed as she climbed carefully down to stand naked on the patio. She smiled at the prince. “Are you coming Gussie? Oh! Never mind, you already did that.... I should say: Will you be joining us?”

Carl chuckled at Josephine's jest and then offered an arm to each of the ladies.

"Oh I hope to be doing so again soon ladies," he said with a wink, "But yes for now allow me to escort you inside. It is not often that any man can say he has had two such beautiful women on his arms."

As he began to walk towards the rear door he couldn't help but add under his breath, but loud enough for them to hear, "Or been inside them at the same time," he chuckled.

Louder he continued as if nothing had been said. "I wonder what Chrissy has in store for us and if she won't be too distracted by the sight of you both to finish preparing it. Perhaps we should throw something on before sitting down to lunch? Although I am perfectly comfortable the way I am, and I am certainly enjoying the view," he smiled widely.

 

[KaseE]

"Lastly, there... there's the Half-seat or Two-point," Karen gasped slightly, trying to lecture on equestrian sitting techniques as she moved herself upon Malcolm's hips with his stiff organ deep inside her. She again quoted details learned from one instructor, actually her Uncle Ian, who made her memorize a broad range of facts out of riding manuals. "'The Half-seat variation involves the rider getting her seat bones off the saddle and keeping soft contact with the pelvis; the Two-point variation involves the rider raising her seat and pelvic bones. The Two-point position requires a good amount of strength in the rider's legs. In both cases, the rider remains off the saddle and does not sit or post. This provides a great deal of freedom for the horse's back. It also offers the least amount of control for the rider.'"

Karen then demonstrated the strength of her legs by lifting her seat until it just barely brushed the tops of Malcolm's thighs as she rocked her hips upon about two-thirds of his erection.

"'This provides a great deal of freedom for the horse...' but 'the least amount of control for the rider,'" she repeated breathlessly, looking imploringly into Malcolm's eyes.

 

[DawnODay]

"Actually, Your Highness," Dawn said to Prince Carl. "After what we just did, I shouldn't sit on good furniture."

Her gaze shifted across his chest to Josephine, walking along on his other arm. "I'd like to clean up before lunch."

 

[Lordmikel]

"'This provides a great deal of freedom for the horse...' but 'the least amount of control for the rider,'" she repeated breathlessly, looking imploringly into Malcolm's eyes.

How ever could Malcolm ignore such a request. Her eyes spoke volumes, and he knew how badly she needed this. Malcolm had lean as one would say, six pack abs. The main reason for that is the number of sit ups Malcolm tended to do in a day. This practice came in handy right now as he lifted his hips. Again and again.

Each time Malcolm lifted his hips, it caused his cock to slide further into Karen. His back arched as well. As he gave the lovely Karen what she was wanting. A bucking bronco beneath her. Malcolm continued to thrust up with his hips, needing the intensity, wanting her. Her body looked perfect poised above him and he matched her eyes now with him as he thrust into her.

"One wild horse ride for you." He whispered.

 

[Rose4Emily]

Michele prolonged their kiss until her breath gave out, her desire having her breathing too heavily for snatched breaths to suffice.

"You know," she whispered to Alysa. "After traipsing around the pool in these black uniforms, and after what happened in the Dungeon, I think a shower is in order."

She disentangled herself from Alysa's embrace and backed seductively toward the suite's bathroom.

 

[CeriseBuss]

"You are meestress of kitchen," Constantine told Chrissy in his cute Russian accent. "I vill defer to you about food."

Of course "cute" applied to the giant about as much as "mistress," or even "meestress," applied to the naturally submissive chef, but she understood his point. She had the responsibility to ensure Josephine and her guests received regular meals fit for such aristocracy. She had to make such decisions.

"Alright," she smiled up, way up, into Constantine's face. "We'll go with that plan. You and Ian put together lunch while I concentrate on a French feast fit for Louis XIV."

She turned back to her iPad to seek a complete menu that she could complete by suppertime.

 

[KaseE]

"One wild horse ride for you," Malcolm gasped as he started bucking like a bronco beneath Karen. She felt herself nearing climax. She wanted it on her own terms.

"A good rider never surrenders control to her mount," she laughed and thrust her hips to pin his down against the felted slate of the pool table. Then again, now so breathlessly that it came out as a throaty croon, she began to recite memorized passages from equestrian manuals. "'The Canter is a controlled, three-beat gait... usually a bit faster than the average trot, but slower than the gallop.... One can usually hear the three beats as though a drum had been struck three times in succession. Then there is a rest, and immediately afterwards the three-beat occurs again.'"

As she said this she started to thrust her hips with the described rhythm, repeatedly thrusting forward three times and then back one, explaining: "'The rider's seat bones remain in contact with the saddle at all times.... The hips move from a backward position, to an upright position aligned with the body, to a slightly forward position, in relation to the gait.'"

Over and over, and at a quick pace, she moved in this pattern, hips far back, then a little back, then straight under her, then thrust forward. Even as she did this ever more forcefully, Malcolm's erection remained buried deep in her capering womanhood. Karen smiled lustily down at him, and her gaze bore into his, as if blue flames lit her eyes.