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Part 2:
I woke up, ready for the new day. I could not wait until Friday to meet Ginger at Genoa's. But I knew that I would have to, or I would not be able to bring her in. If my assumption were correct, usually they were she would be calling me for a sooner meeting, So I wasn't going to take any chances in ruin my hopes for Ginger. I was going to make sure that all her demons where gone. If not, then there would be no point in bringing her into my web. The chances I would be taken with her, would be far greater than any other chances I have taken with Tracy or any of the others, I have with me now.
Tracy enters the kitchen, looking tired. I said good morning to her, and asked how she slept. She thought she had slept too hard, but it was worth it. She got up and started fixing breakfast. I was looking at her, thinking how wonderful she was, and that she will welcome a new person into my home. Tracy was an exception to the rule; I didn't have to seek her out, like the others that where now in my home. She came to me. She wanted to be completely full filled in every way imaginable. Yet for some reason I knew that she had already been there, but I still welcomed her. Tracy had sat down with me. She looked at me, and said I wanted to tell you about the woman who had called last night. I looked at her, I had completely forgotten about Tracy telling me there was a call last night. Tracy continued with her story. "This called and asked for you, when I told her you were not home, she seemed to be upset. I asked her if I could take a message? She told me to tell you that this was Ginger, we had met at the party, and you had given her your phone number. She was basically calling to see why you had given it too her, and to call her as soon as you got in." I thought how strange? Tracy looked at me "I told her that I would make sure you got the message."
Tracy and I went about our separate daily routine. I had others I had to attend too. Carrie was in her room lying on her bed when I walked in. She was in her masturbation role, candles where lit, toys were out. There were no covers on the bed; you could smell her sex. I could tell she did not hear me enter the room. Carrie was my favorite when it came masturbating; she did it all, that one person could think of. She didn't care who or what came in when she was in the role. She loved it too much; she did it non-stop. This is why she could not share a room with the other girls. The morning time is when I would spend my time with Carrie. I knew that I would not have to touch her. But I would make my present known to her, to get the full show; I wanted to see from her. This was our routine, sometimes she knew it, and others times she simply didn't give a shit. This morning she knew the routine. She had her nipple clamps on, and her Cleopatra clit jewelry on. I walked up to the side of the bed, and touched her arm. The show would now begin for me. Carrie took her favorite dildo and began rubbing her clit with it; each time she would move her hips up and down. "MM." she would moan. "I want to fuck my dildo", she shoves the dildo in her wet pussy hard, and her inner lips go inward. She pulls the dildo out slow, so I can watch the inner lips come out with the dildo. I love to watch her when she does this; she did this real slow, yet hard. I can see the goose bumps on her body; she is enjoying her lovemaking. With her free hand, she takes a vibrator with the suction cup on the end and puts it to her left breast. I hear her juices start flowing with every thrust she giving her pussy. She slows her breathing down, I know this is where it is going to take her hours before she cums, I have no time to watch the full show, yet I know if I come back in a few hours she will be ready for her climax. I kiss Carrie goodbye, and tell her I will be back, and to make it last. She nods her head. I leave the room knowing two things: she will either do it, or say fuck it.
I walk down to the hall, to Leslie's room. I knock, and walk in. Leslie is in her black leather pants and leather bra. Leslie is my fetish girl, she just doesn't have a fetish for leather, but also black. I can introduce Leslie to new things, and it will become her fetish. Today it will be scotch tape, simple. I walk over to Leslie and tell her to turn around, so I can get a good look at her. Her ass fits nicely into the leather pants, her leather bra makes her breasts stand at attention. I say "just stunning". Leslie smiles and starts touching herself, making sure that her hands never leave the leather. I can see she is getting turned on. "I love the way this makes my body feel when I am wearing it, the black makes me feel so naughty." I smiled as I pulled the scotch tape out of my pocket. "Yeah you do look naughty, but I have something that will make you even naughtier." As I pulled a long piece of tape off. Leslie's eyes widen, I could tell she was intrigued. I knew that I would not be able to get her to take her leather pants off, but I knew the bra would come off, I just had to talk her threw it. Leslie just stood there, I asked her to take her bra off, so I could make her feel naughty. She was taken aback for a moment. She could not bring herself to take it off. I came closer to her; I put the piece of tape on her arm, and started pulling it off. "It's okay, see it doesn't hurt." Leslie was still looking at me, "Hon I want you to take it off for me." Leslie slowly started taking her bra off. I watched as she carefully put it on the dresser beside her. I pulled a long piece of tape off and started from the left breast, and finished with the right side of the breast. I kissed her on her lips, and started pulling the tape off. I could tell Leslie was enjoying the feeling. "Please do it again, that felt so good, this time use more tape, so I can feel more on me, and being pulled off of me." I smiled; Leslie's new fetish was in place. I took another piece and repeated the same thing again. Then another and another, she had about five pieces of tape across her chest. Leslie wanted me to pull them off. I shook my head no. I picked up her black leather bra and told her to put it back on. Leslie put the bra back on, and was in heaven, she could feel the tape pull, and feel the leather on her breasts at the same time. I could see her body trembling she was totally turned on. I walked towards the door, and told her goodbye, and not to remove the tape. She was totally out of it.
I could hear the phone ringing, I ran to pick up it. It was Ginger. "Hi, Lou this is Ginger." "Hey, what's going on?" I said. "Well I was wondering if there was anyway we could get together sooner?" I knew that if I said yes, my plan would not work, and would probably have to find another. I wanted this girl to be ready for anything I suggested. "I really wish we could meet sooner, but I am busy until Friday. I hope you understand." I could tell Ginger was disappointed. "Sure I understand, I was just hoping is all." I told her I would see her Friday. I could not believe how anxious Ginger was to meet, which told me she was use to getting her way. Well, she would not get her way, I would make sure of that.
It was now time for sweet Jenna. She was the one I had to fight for, and let do anything she wants. I walked towards her room; I could hear the music playing loud. I walked into her room; Jenna ran up to me, we started kissing. My mind was racing, thoughts of what Jenna wanted to do. I knew. But she always acted like it was the first time she had thought of it. For here lately it was her thing. Jenna stopped kissing me, and looked at me and said, "Let me suck your dick." I smiled at her; I hated when she used that term with me. For I was a woman, but would wear a strap on, when I visited her room. But like I said, I would let her do anything she wanted. I walked over to the bed, unbutton my jeans and pulled the strap on dick of my panties. Jenna bent down and started to deep throat my plastic dick. I made sure that I wore my 10inch one this time. I watched; as she would pull her head up and down on my dick, I could see the lipstick trail she would leave behind on it, each time she did this. I put my hand on the back of her head, to show her how much I enjoyed watching her do this. Although I didn't get much pleasure out of her doing this, I did go threw the motions of having my dick sucked, which gave me goose bumps from it, the sucking noise was incredible to hear. This caused Jenna to really start sucking my fake dick; she would wiggle her tongue across it, then go back to sucking. Jenna grabs a hold of my hips and deep throated my dick, and began shaking her head back and forth. This usually followed with her having a mini orgasm. She slowly brought her mouth off my dick and came up to kiss me. "Thank you." She said. "You always know how to make me happy. I just wish you could feel what I was doing." I smiled "just watching you makes me feel good." I got up and left the room.
It was time to check on my two other girls, that I had left earlier. Carrie is the one I would return to first, to see if she was still at it, or had moved on. I walk in the room, immediately I could tell she was just about to let it explode. She was breathing hard, and loud, her legs and hips were shaking. She looks up at me, smiles "just in time" with that she her face turns beat red her body stiffens, and lets out "OH GOD, OH GOD. Her hands release the dildo from her pussy, and the vibrator she was using on her boobs. She grabs a hold of her hair and starts screaming at the top of her lungs "OH FUCKING SHIT, I AM CUMMING" I stand there to watch, as her pussy tightens on the dildo, then release's it, and slides out from the juice's coming from her pussy. I get between her legs and start licking the juices that are coming from. I then I start kissing her pussy when there is no more coming from her pussy. I bring my head up "that was fucking great," but she can not hear me, for she has passed out. I get up and grab a blanket from the chair and cover her up and leave to go to Leslie's room. I find Leslie, right where I had left her. I tell her to take off her bra; she does it immediately. I walk over to her and slide my right hand down her leather pants to find her pussy. She is totally wet; I start playing with her clit. I take my other hand and start pulling the tape off one by one. "Oh god please, if feels so good, please don't stop." She says with a trembling voice. With my hand playing with her pussy, and the other hand pulling off the tape, I know that I am going to have to work fast for her to achieve her orgasm. I pushed two fingers into her wet hole, and leave my thumb on her clit. I have one more piece of tape to pull off. I start kissing Leslie, I can feel her breath increase, and her hands tighten on my shoulders, I know she is ready to cum. I start moving my fingers and thumb faster. Her grip on my shoulder get tighter, she was fighting the orgasm. I start talking to her, "don't fight it, let it flow, I will pull the tape off when you start cuming." I can tell she doesn't want to cum, but yet her body is giving into the pleasure she is feeling. She is breathing hard and fast, her body is trembling, and my fingers are moving faster inside of her. "Let it happen" Her head goes back, and her body is shaking hard, I feel the juices on my fingers running down my hand. I grab the last piece of tape and pull. Leslie screams and falls to the floor. I kiss her. She is breathing hard and to tired to move.