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"Let me take care of your dishes. Why don't you take a quick shower and brush your teeth? I freshened up before you arrived. Would you like some ice water to rehydrate?"
"Thank you, I would. I'll see you in a few."
Zoe took my dishes and I went into the bathroom to shower, grabbing my bathroom kit from the suitcase on the way through the bedroom. When I was done, Zoe had hung up all my clothes in the closet or tucked them away into drawers, getting my suitcase out of the way. She was lying in bed, waiting for me, idly rubbing her tummy. I guessed she was maybe two or three weeks farther along than Julia. I watched her from the doorway a bit, enjoying her beauty, drying myself off.
"You're not the gangly, scrawny boy I dated in college," Zoe said, returning my gaze. "You've added some heft, some gravitas. More mature, more handsome. I'm sometimes sorry it didn't work out between us. I cared for you a great deal."
"Speaking of heft," I said, indicating the fullness of her belly.
"Don't make fun of the fat pregnant lady, sir."
"I'm not making fun. Well, maybe a little fun. It's true what they say about pregnant women. You glow. You look amazing." She nodded, shyly smiling, acknowledging my compliment. "As for the past - The heart wants what the heart wants. You realized you wanted girls. You chose as nature intended. I don't resent that. I think it's worked out well for everyone. It's nice that we're still friends, that you're here with me now with the blessing of my wife and lover." I set down the towel, showing her my cock, halfway hard already.
"Is that for me?" Zoe giggled.
"It most certainly is. You gave me the most amazing blow job when I was here before. I was hoping you could top this off."
She sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. "No problem, Master."
I approached her and her tongue licked her lips before her mouth opened to accept my cock. I slid in, warm and wet, no teeth, well trained slave. In two minutes I was hard as a post.
"Missionary, doggy style or from behind?" I asked. "Whichever is more comfortable for you."
"From behind, please, sir."
She lay down on the bed with her back towards me and lifted her leg, granting me access to her moist treasure. I got behind her, one hand cupping the fullness of her breast. She positioned my cock head at her heavenly gate and I pushed in, drawing a quick gasp.
"You seem bigger than you did before," she whispered.
"More heft. It seems I added it everywhere." She laughed and I fingered her nipple. "Play with yourself. Make yourself cum while I'm in you."
"More sure of yourself, more Masterly, too," she moaned. Her hand went between her legs, started playing, while I slowly stroked in and out of her wet sheath.
A couple minutes passed. Her breathing had increased, her nipples swollen with need.
"Master, I need to cum. May I please cum?"
"Not yet. Don't stop playing with yourself."
Zoe groaned, "Fuck! Don't torture me."
"Don't cum, Zoe, or you will be punished."
She was panting hard, her raised leg was quivering. I swore I could feel her cunt start to tremble and I knew she couldn't hold out a second longer.
"Cum now," I whispered in her ear and she screamed and let loose, trembling in my arms, her pussy spasming over my prick, swamped in her fluids.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she whispered hoarsely. "Oh God, fuck me, Master."
I sped up, and she moaned louder. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Rising in both pitch and volume. I'd never made her scream like this when we were dating. I had a lot more experience now, and she was submissive and I was taking full advantage of it. I was worlds away from the young man I used to be.
"Keep playing with yourself," I whispered against her neck. "I want you to keep cumming until I do."
She nodded, panting, her hand whipping frantically between her legs, her back arched, her breasts flushed, nipples turgid nubs, cumming for me. I managed to fuck her for over fifteen minutes before pulsing in her pussy, still nearly drained. I told her she could stop now.
"Mmm," she said, stretching, breathless, "that was special. Thank you, Master."
I got up to get my towel. I hadn't left much moisture in her, but she'd left a lot of her own. I patted her pussy, soaking up her cum.
"Very considerate, sir."
I got my phone. "Smile," I said.
She covered herself up, hastily saying, "No nudity, Master. I can't risk it getting out due to my profession."
"No nudity. Just a little thank you to my slaves. Smile for them, Zoe."
She adopted a shit eating grin and I snapped a photo. Her hair was mussed, her skin flushed. She looked like exactly what she was; a well fucked slave.
I showed her the picture. "This is okay to send, right?"
"Oh, it's very good, but since I know the purpose, let me show a wee bit more of the top of my breasts. I'm sure Julia and Lisa will appreciate it."
Zoe shoved the covers down until only her nipples were covered, the areola of one still peaking out. She replaced the grin with a sultry smile. "Take this one." I snapped the picture. I showed it to her. "Perfect," she said. "Send it."
Competitive girl games. Enticing Julia while showing her she'd fucked her husband. Cute. I sent it with a message. 'I thank you with all of my heart for your gift.'
Five minutes later, I received a selfie showing both of my slaves with their heads together, smiling. Both of their faces were covered in girl cum. 'You're welcome. We miss you,' it said. I showed it to Zoe, then set an alarm.
"I'm glad you're here with me tonight," I whispered, snuggling against her with my hand over her swelling belly. "I miss my slaves."
"I'm sure you do," Zoe whispered back, pushing her buttocks against my limp prick. "I'm glad I'm here, too."
"Don't let your Mistress hear you say that. She might shoot me."
Zoe laughed. "Only if you tried to steal me. You aren't planning on stealing me are you?"
"I don't think I could survive three slaves, so a qualified no to that."
"A qualified no?"
"I shan't mind stealing a night or two every time we visit."
"I'm sure Mistress would survive a theft of that nature. She has many slaves to keep her occupied. I only get about one night a week with her."
"How does that suit you?"
"I get along. I have a lot of lovers among the other slaves, and Mistress has gotten better at paying attention to our needs. Sam helps satisfy my need for submitting. Not by fucking me. Usually, it's just a spanking, or perhaps an order. It works out. I'm happy. You were quite the dominant during our sex. I liked it."
"I've found I like being dominant. It suits me."
"It does. Julia and Lisa are very happy with you as shown by their gift to you. You're lucky to have found each other. You don't always find the person you were meant for."
"No, you don't."
I thought about that as I lay with my arms around my former girlfriend, a gift from my slaves. I was one lucky fucker.