“Show me what you did when I wasn’t around,” I picked up an earlier idea. “What did you do when you were both needy?”

Esther took a quick look at Aclysia’s calmed yet flushed form, then crawled away from her. “We kept our distance, obedient to your order,” the lady of my love stated and plopped down on a pile of pillows opposite of where Aclysia now sat against the wall. “We had no inhibitions from the start.”

“Except that Esther would wear a shirt,” Aclysia added the obvious. The lady of my love shifted uncomfortably, but she was laying on her back and thus hid the object of attention. I was entirely focused on her curves anyway. Legs angled and spread, she showed off her cunt and the little button that sealed her backdoor. Her upper body was mildly propped up by the pillows. From the butt plug to the pose, Aclysia mirrored the look.

They stared at each other, as they reached towards their cunts. Fingers gently rubbed the labias, and soft, feminine gasps filled the room. It was as simple a scene as it was erotic, two gorgeous ladies masturbating to each other. They amped one another up with their presence. Sighs grew into moans. Fingers curved inside.

“Spread your pussy,” Esther demanded.

Aclysia responded through action, withdrawing her fingers and then spreading her already agape twat for our viewing pleasure. The wet, pink folds twitched under our gaze. They threatened to slip away under her fingertips. Although the half elf was no longer touching herself in any stimulating way, her breathing remained taxed.

Esther held her breath for a little while, something I only noticed due to the prolonged sigh she let out. Working pussy and clit with both hands she writhed, eyes stern and lustful, wandering all over Aclysia’s curves. “On all fours,” she moaned the next order.

Swiftly, Aclysia rolled over and got in the desired position. Bubble butt raised for Esther’s viewing pleasure, she pleaded, “May I touch myself?”

“Grab Karitas’ shirt,” Esther responded with another order. With a quivering hand, the white haired maid dragged one of the many worn shirts towards her. “Face down, plant it in the shirt. Then, you have my permission to touch yourself.”

“Thank you, Mistress!” Aclysia yelled with spiking lust apparent in her every action. Face half-hidden in my shirt, plump rear raised, hands between her thighs, my new haremette feverishly pleasured herself. She rocked back and forth, visibly imagining me behind her, ramming her every bit as hard as I had minutes prior.

Esther came first. The lady of my love continued to rub her ready snatch until she was brought to completion. There was nothing outstanding to the climax, except all that was always outstanding about watching a beautiful woman reach bliss. She writhed softly, her fingers slowing until there was only a gentle rub. She played a little bit with the gooey strands that connected her lower lips and fingers, while continuing to watch Aclysia.

Who was drooling quite obviously into my shirt. I had to wonder if being soaked in her spit was a feature all of my future clothes would have experienced at one point or another. ‘That’s definitely the thought only someone not erect could have in this situation,’ I chuckled to myself. Like an explorer chronicling the behaviours of unknown wildlife, I followed the pulses that made Aclysia’s muscles tense, when she finally pushed herself over the edge.

She rolled back over. Both women continued to gently play with themselves, as they gazed at each other. They had not forgotten my presence, a glance from Esther prompting me to speak up.

“Did you usually give her orders?” I wondered.

“Yes,” Esther responded, blinking at me with a little bit of guilt in her gorgeous, amber eyes. “Did this circumvent your order?”

“No, I think that’s fantastic. For you to prime our submissive maid in advance,” I said approvingly. Testing, I gave my cock a couple of pumps. Vigour was slowly returning to my loins, but not enough yet. “Show me something new,” I decided and the two women straightened up, eager to hear what they had wanted to hear for over a week. “Pleasure each other.”

Aclysia’s gaze wantonly wandered to Esther, who lost no time whatsoever in bridging the distance. Firmly, Esther grabbed the orderly hair of the half elf and tugged. Lips descended on the presented pale neck, brushing over smooth, sweaty skin. “Mistress…” whispered the maidly woman. “May I…?”

“Your Master already gave you an order,” Esther reminded her. “Pleasure me.”

Under my greedy gaze, the two began their lesbian exploration. The fantasies of the past week, probably even longer, were turned into needful caressing and cupping of each other’s nubile flesh. Neither had experience with the same sex, but their touches were far from the fumbling of virgins.

Aclysia knelt, Esther straddled over her joined thighs. A long, erotic lick brought the head of the lady of my love to that of our newest woman. They were lost in each other’s eyes for a moment, heavily breathing. The tension built, until they could withstand it no longer. A long kiss filled the room with moans and wet slurps.

Breaking it, Esther rose a little bit, until her enormous breasts were level with Aclysia’s eyes. The maid took the invitation with the eagerness of one who had only waited for an excuse. I could intensely relate to seeing those wonderful spheres and waiting for the moment to touch them. Both of them moaned, one from the touch of her sensitive skin, the other from experiencing that sinful delight of having one’s fingers sink into such overabundant squish.

She was immediately entranced. Aclysia kneaded the tits of her Queen like the borderline sacred flesh they were. Over and over again, she repositioned her hands, weighing the large breasts and attempting to fit them in her palms. When she failed, she released the soft bite on her lower lip to give the erect nipples, crowning the softly tanned orbs, a loving lick.

To this day, I have no idea how Esther kept her tan so perfectly universal. Just an aspect of her species, I reckoned, or perhaps a part of her individual being. Whatever the explanation, her curves were in constant, swaying motion, sliding against the white haired woman who so eagerly kissed and sucked her nipples.

Swiftly, Aclysia discovered just how sensitive Esther’s tits were – especially after such excessive foreplay. The Queen of my harem gasped, “More…,” while she was served by Aclysia’s circling tongue. Aclysia’s hips grinded against a hand that had managed to squeeze in between the half elf’s plump thighs. Chopped breathing accompanied the venerating stare Aclysia had for Esther.

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Swallowing hard, Esther’s amber eyes were glassy. Little breaths and gasps escaped her continuously. The orgasm she had brought herself to earlier had done little to appease her need. Demandingly, she grabbed one of Aclysia’s hands and placed them on her cunt. A soft yell filled the room when her cunt was filled with slender fingers.

I followed it all with great interest. Noted every little touch that they enacted on each other that made the other sigh erotically. Their lovemaking was softer than mine usually was. Even accounting for Esther’s dominance, there was less demanding or manhandling involved in them grinding their curves together. Their pleasure rose slowly. They sometimes shot me wanton glances. Most of the time, they concentrated on each other.

It was a wonderfully gradual rise to the release. They measured each other, slowed their fingering whenever the intensity of their partner’s cries exceeded their own. They came at the same time. The grinding turned into spasming. Exploring caresses were replaced by firm, needful grasps. Aclysia’s moans were muffled by the nipple she still sucked on, while Esther’s eyelids fluttered. They barely managed to keep gazing at each other.

Wave for wave of pleasure made them shiver. Sluggish movements hinted at them wanting to do something more, but the climax suppressed their fine control. There was only squeezing Aclysia’s round ass, while the half elf returned the favour.

High pitched moans petered out, the orgasms slowly fading away. In their place came little giggles. “A good first impression,” Esther whispered, brushing through Aclysia’s hair.

“Thank you, Mistress. It’s been my pleasure.” She put special emphasis on the last two words.

“I concur with the lady of my love,” I said, approaching the two of them. Although their embrace had loosened, they were still chest to chest. A perfect position, to pull them both towards my manhood. Although still flaccid, they licked and kissed it. Somewhat, it swelled, but not enough to be called an erection. “Those damn constraints of biology,” I lamented with a long, long sigh. “I shall improvise.”

I wordlessly left them where they sat. In absence of other orders, they decided to continue their mutual exploration. Their moans were the background to me removing the pillows from the wooden boxes that contained my belongings. Swiftly, I pulled out a pink, egg shaped object. A soft string dangled from one end. The corresponding remote control for the vibrator was found quickly as well.

With the toy, I returned to their lesbian engagement. My manhood was soon back between their eager lips, but that was a temporary affair. After I had their attention, I said, “On all fours.” Esther gave a quick glance to her discarded shirt. “Now.”

A glance was where it stayed. My two haremettes disentangled and presented their asses to me. Every new angle I got to witness those glorious spheres in was renewed wonder. For my viewing pleasure, they inched a little bit closer to each other, until the sides of their bubble butts squished together. Their round forms flattened partly. Pale white against tanned pale. Esther’s ass was ever perfect, Aclysia’s a tad larger, juicier, and heavier.

I straddled over their parallel legs, running my hands over their behinds as best I could while holding onto the vibrator. Blood surged to my cock, joining the rest and bringing it almost all the way to a proper erection. I only paid a moment’s worth of attention to that, too enticed by the smooth, sweaty texture of their skin and the way it gave even to the softest pressure.

Like a cat stretching, Esther curved her upper body. The pose put extra emphasis on her ass, pronounced her dripping wet cunt between her thick thighs and cheeks. Aclysia soon mimicked the motion. The lady of my love had done an excellent job cleaning her out, leaving only transparent love juices to trickle down those snow white thighs. The bases of the butt plugs stood out immensely against their skin.

“Like what you see, Master?” The silk of Esther’s purring tone sent shivers down my spine.

“How could I not?” I kept it at the rhetorical question, too tempted to go into a long winded monologue that would only distract from what I was gifted with. Instead, I took the egg shaped, pink vibrator and pressed its tip against Esther’s engorged labia.

A low moan accompanied the toy’s penetration of her cunt. Fingers had prepared her plenty and Esther was familiar with the little additions I created during our lovemaking. I pushed and pushed, until it was firmly sitting inside her, to be removed only by deliberate effort or the string that was now dangling from her cunt. It looked just a tad silly, but it was better than the awkwardness of losing something inside her.

I turned the control dial to the first, then the second level. Esther grasped at the sheets. I could faintly hear the buzzing of the toy inside her. “You deserve a little more attention, even if this is Aclysia’s night,” I stated and put the remote control aside. “Don’t you agree, my maid?”

“Lady Esther deserves all the attention in the world,” the half elf swooned. As a reward, I manifested a dildo with my Artefact and pushed it inside her with my right hand. “Thank you, Master!” she cried, when her gaping cunt was once more filled. “I felt so… emptyyyy.”

Being ambidextrous certainly had its advantages, especially when pleasing two women. I pumped the toy of hardened, silver light in and out of her, while rubbing the clit of my Queen with my left hand. Both moaned softly, keeping their quivering bodies as still as possible, for me to do with as I pleased. Only their round rumps swayed with deliberate motion. Aclysia thrust rhythmically against the dildo, making her bubble butt jiggle with erotic zeal.

Esther’s enticing sway, I knew all too well. Tilting and gyrating her butt, she presented a gorgeous target. I withdrew my drenched fingers from between her clenching thighs. For a moment, I just watched the peach skin in the seductive twilight of the room. Then I brought my hand down. A resounding smack made her abundant backside ripple.

Esther threw her head back in a cascade of hair. “More!” she begged and I obliged every meaning of that word. I turned the vibrator up to three. Her toes clenched, then curled when I hit the other cheek. “Karitas!” she shouted sharply. She wasn’t alone in her moan this time. Aclysia followed us with wide, flustered eyes. The wish to be punished similarly was written all over her face.

A third smack was my temporary parting gift to Esther. The vibrations and the sting of my hand imprint on her trembling backside kept her company, while I grabbed Aclysia by the hair. To command her verbally would have been so easy, but to drag and move her through physical dominance was just more enticing to both of us. Soon, I had her on her back, face underneath Esther’s cunt.

Not to lick it. No, she was there to witness what was happening and for me to shove my nearly returned erection down her throat. Her pink lips parted willingly. The lack of total hardness kept my manhood flexible enough to sheathe all the way inside her. Aclysia moaned, less from the presence of my dick and more from the sight, I reckoned. Pussy juice dripped onto her forehead, when I gave Esther another smack.

“This sweet… fusion of pain and pleasure…” Esther gasped, her voice thin as a whisper. She was at the border of a trance, giving herself so eagerly to the constant buzz and my careful administrations of torment.

Again, I created a sharp clapping sound and that time was too much. Whether it was the spank itself or the constant buzzing, Esther was pushed over the edge. Eyelids fluttered and her cunt gushed, forcing Aclysia to close her eyes as she listened to the throaty, lust maddened giggles of the raven haired masochist.

The hardness of my cock surged, much to the enjoyment of the blinded half elf. Each tremble that went through Esther, each of the drawn out moans, was another reason for me to return to form. I had to withdraw my hips, give myself the space to grow to full mast, and was caressed by Aclysia’s encouraging tongue the entire time.

Finally, I switched off the vibrator and let Esther run the course of her aftershocks. Glistening with Aclysia’s spit, my erection surfaced with renewed vigour. Aclysia blinked her eyes back open, Esther raised her head and looked over her shoulder. Both were focused on my third rock hard erection of the evening.

That steak really was putting in the work.