The Power Ch. 3

I had been out for a while, searching for a new girl while Carol absorbed the cum that I had left in her last night. She hadn’t been able to get off her back when I left, leaving her flat on her back in a pool of cum, drool, and milk, her belly wobbling and sloshing with my congealing cum. I didn’t know how many children she’d bare, but I knew that soon there would be several more strong, healthy boys with powers like mine. As much as I would have loved to fuck her abused pussy more, I had to leave her plumbing as nature intended if I wanted the pregnancy to work; I hadn’t found my way around that problem quite yet. That always left her delectable ass, but sometimes you want the pink stuff. That leads me to now, perusing the shopping mall for suitable victims. I already had Miss “prim and proper,” so now I wanted someone desperate, someone who needed me in them at all times. And that’s what I found in my new latina flavor, Maria.
Maria was taller than Carol, but unlike Carol she had a delicious body and knew how to flaunt it. She had a ripe ass, perky DDs swinging loosely in her shirt, and plump red lips, begging for a thick rod between them. Her hair was luxurious, hanging in tight curls, and her eyes were a rich chocolaty brown. I walked to Maria as if I knew her, implanted myself in her mind as her master, and within minutes we were driving toward my house. Luckily, there were two bedrooms in the dungeon. Tonight was going to be a fun one.

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We got back home and I lead Carla down the other staircase to her own room, watching her ass sway in her tight miniskirt. I had gotten lucky with this one; all I’d have to do were some minor adjustments and we could start having fun.

“Master, please, I need your cock, now!” Carla cried with a light accent, opening the door to her new home.