Pyramid Harem
Chapter Five
I showed up late to work three days in a row before getting promoted to senior partner. That wasn’t on my bingo card this year, but it was oddly satisfying, nonetheless. It just sort of happened really. My wife was willing to get fucked anywhere, anytime, and in any hole I wanted. Somewhere along the way, getting ready for work stopped being my first priority. Honestly, I don’t know how I functioned without my morning blowjob in hindsight.
I knew my boss wouldn’t mind. He’d probably also suck my dick if I asked him to. I was half tempted to make him service me just to prove I could. Granted, his daughter does an excellent job at satisfying my midday needs.
If all that wasn’t good enough, I was beginning to notice more and more people coming into work with one or two purple eyes. Each person once enslaved could then take two of their own slaves. Nearly half the office was now under the Pyramid Harem’s influence. I wasn’t clear on who owned who, but I knew I was the true power behind the throne.
Most didn’t though. The receptionist in particular had noticed my many late arrivals in the morning. Not that she ever like me much in the first place, but now her frustration with me was palpable. The fact that no one with power seemed to care about my tardiness only made her angrier.
“Good morning, Eric, having car troubles again?” The receptionist said, giving me a judgmental look.
“Morning, Kelly!” I said cheerfully, neither confirming nor denying her accusation.
Kelly frowned even harder at me which might have been intimidating if one of her eyes wasn’t purple. She probably doesn’t realise that her owner is at least two links down the chain of command from me. I might have to correct her lack of respect someday. She was beautiful with long blonde hair and tits that were probably fake. I’d wager she was only working secretary at a big law firm in order to secure herself a wedding ring from a top end earner.
It was just before lunch that my boss made the big announcement. He gathered all the staff into the conference room to declare that I was now a senior partner. Most of the people at this law firm lean into the stereotype. Backstabbing weasels, every last one of them. Not me of course. I’m different.
“Congratulations, my boy, you’re one hell of a lawyer and I’m honored to have you on my team,” The boss said.
I nodded and stood up to shake his hand. There was mixture of enthusiastic and reluctant applause from my coworkers. The ones under the spell were all mirroring the old man’s smile while the remaining free thinkers looked baffled, angry, and perhaps rightfully suspicious that something about my promotion was not adding up. Oh well, they’ll all see things my way soon enough.
“Don’t ever call me boy again,” I said quietly so no one else heard it.
The old man looked at me like he wanted to punch me in the nose. we both shook hands and I felt him trying to crush my fingers in his grip. I think I felt a strange buzzing sensation when my skin came into with his. I don’t know what his daughter and Mistress told him. He must not understand the truth of his situation if he’s offering me such defiance. Speaking of Monica, she came in with a big green cake in the shape of a dollar sign.
“Congratulations, Eric!” Monica said
“Aww, thanks Mon,” I said, smiling at the offering.
That got some raised eyebrows from the room. There was some grumbling from others that they didn’t get cake when the became senior partners much less have it presented by the boss’ own daughter. I felt my cock stirring in my pants at the sight of her like my body has rewired itself to expect sex whenever she appears. Monica felt the same way judging by the way her nipples strained against her white office blouse.
One of my colleagues, Janice, had two purple eyes and a knowing look on her face as if she had quietly solved the mystery with her insider information. She was kind of hot in a feminist ball buster sort of way. I could tap that ass just to prove that I could. So many options, so little time. I quietly decided that there was going to be a follow up meeting once the whole office was claimed.
“Here you go, Sir,” Monica said, giving me the first slice of cake.
I enjoyed the sugary goodness with the others. Then I took a second slice of cake back to my office when the gathering was finished. Monica dutifully followed me knowing it was time for my twelve O’clock blowjob. I took a seat in my office chair as Monica closed the door behind herself. I took a big glob of green icing and placed it on the tip of my cock.
“Enjoy your tasty treat, slave,” I said.
“Thank you, Master!” Monica said, sinking to her knees.
Monica stuck out her tongue and caressed the underside of my shaft until she reached the tip and then she wrapped her lips around my cock and bobbed her head back and forth. My member got messy as the green cake was smeared all over it. I groaned as Monica went to work cleaning my cock with her mouth. Then I put even more icing on my rod and made her do it all over again.
“You’re coming home with me after work,” I said, holding her hair.
“Mmmm yes, Master,” Monica said, between oral service.
“I’m going to fuck you and my wife at the same time. It’s time you meet your slave-sister,” I said, tilting my head back.
“Yes, Master. I shall obey,” Monica said, putting another glob of icing on my dick.
“And it’s also time for you to fully submit to me, so you’ll be taking it up the ass tonight,” I said, grinning.
“Of course, Master. All my holes are for you to enjoy,” Monica said, smiling blissfully at the thought of being even more of a slave.
I grunted as my orgasm hit me. I filled her mouth with cum which Monica swallowed gladly. I told her not to eat anything else until I’ve fucked her stinkhole and she nodded in agreement that this was a wise precaution. Then she simply went back to her desk and worked at her computer on a mostly empty stomach.
I was looking forward to tonight’s threesome so much I left work early. I made no secret of the fact that I was taking Monica home in my car. We took what was left of the cake home too. I noticed that Monica no longer had purple eyes.
“So, you’ve taken two slaves I see. Who’s the other one?” I said.
“Oh just a guy I knew in school, Master. He’ll see to my needs when I’m not serving you, Master,” Monica said, like we were discussing the weather.
“He rich?” I said.
“Not now. In the future maybe. He just finished his medicine degree. I’m pretty sure he’s in debt to his eyeballs at the moment,” Monica said.
“He handsome?” I said.
“Yes, Master. He’s engaged to my best friend,” Monica said, smiling wickedly.
“Oh that’s fucked up. I love it,” I said, grinning.
“Thank you, Master!” Monica said, giggling like an evil pixie.
“Good, good. We’re almost there. Get me hard,” I said.
“Yes, Master!” Monica said, reaching over to rub my cock through my pants.
She was good at that. I nearly ran a red light enjoying the handjob on the ride home. She wanted to suck my cock while I was driving, but I just wanted to be ready to go when I got home not bust a nut before I get there. Also, I didn’t want to get myself killed even if it was a great way to go. I pulled into the driveway and marched into my home ready to fuck my wife and side chick at the same time.
“Fuckdoll, I’m home!” I said, entering my house.
I heard a scrambling upstairs. Then Isabel came down the steps in a French maid outfit. It came with white fabric so thin her tits were pretty much on display. She was wearing fishnet stockings to complete her ensemble. Judging by the sheen of sweat on her skin and hair, she spent most of the day flicking her bean in preparation. I made introductions between Monica and Isabel. If my wife held any ill will against my younger model she hid it well.
“There’s a matching outfit for you upstairs,” Isabel said.
“Thank you, I can’t wait for us to serve the Master together!” Monica said.
“I know, it will make him so happy,” Isabel said, smiling.
“His pleasure is all that matters,” Monica said, nodding in agreement.
“Kiss each other,” I said.
The two sex slaves all but attacked each other. They had gone from tepidly getting to know each other better to full on tongue wrestling in the span of two minutes. I enjoyed watching them do that as I kicked off my shoes and started undoing my necktie.
“Monica, go upstairs and get changed. We’ll come you in a second,” I said.
“Yes, Master. I live to serve,” Monica said, breaking off the kiss.
I looked at my wife as Monica went to find the other maid uniform. My cock was threatening to break my zipper I was so hard for this. I also noted that Isabel still had two purple eyes meaning she hadn’t claimed any slaves for herself yet. Just as well really, despite all the craziness going on, I still hated the notion of someone boinking my wife even in a purely submissive role.
“How was your day, slut?” I said, giving Isabel a kiss.
“I started an OnlyFans as ordered Master.” Isabel said.
I nodded and encouraged her to go on. Her first day’s money was half of what I needed to pay tribute to Mistress Olivia. I might have to start whoring her out as Jamie suggested to avoid lifestyle decay. It’s either that or force Monica to start paying tribute too. Yeesh, I wonder how much money the guy at the top of his ponzi scheme was rolling in?
“You think she’s ready?” I said, glancing at my watch.
“I’ll go check, Master,” Isabel said.
I watched Isabel’s ass go up the stairs. She had a butt plug in her anus and was being mindful to not accidently push it out during the climb. When she was at the top she looked down the hallway and smiled and motioned for me to come her.
I climbed the stairs, unbuttoning my shirt as I went. Monica was in her maid uniform on her back in my bed. She had her ankles hitched around the back of her head and held her mini skirt up so I could see her holes. She looked like a human pretzel ready to be used like a mindless whore.
“Very good girl,” I said, all but growling.
“Ungghh Thank you, Master” Monica said, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
“Lube her up,” I said, unfastening my belt.
“Yes, Master, of course,” Isabel said.
I got naked as my wife rubbed cherry scented jelly into Monica’s asshole. Then Isabel pulled the plug out of her own ass and used to it to begin stretching Monica’s anus. Isabel looked directly at me as she licked the buttplug she just shoved up Monica’s arse. Finally, she toyed with her own asshole one last time before shoving it into Monica’s mouth like a soother. I stood there like an idiot all but hypnotized by the display.
“Mphhh!” Monica said, sucking on the black toy.
“Both of you side by side doggystyle. Faces down, asses up,” I said, casually stroking myself.
“Yes, Master,” they both said.
I enjoyed the sight of them presenting their asses for my sexual conquest. They held their butt cheeks open with both hands as they looked into each other’s eyes. I ripped a hole in both their fishnets to make room for me to fuck their assholes. Then I pushed my cock into Monica’s ass and felt her sphincter muscles grip my cock oh so tightly. Then I pulled out and did the same to Isabel. I rotated back and forth between them in thirty second intervals. I wanted this to last forever, but I already felt my next volley of cum being loaded into the chamber. The two slaves ed the lube back and forth perpetually getting themselves ready to be rear ended again and again. The bedroom was going to smell like cherries for days at this rate.
“What is your purpose?” I said, fucking Monica’s ass.
“To serve my Master!” Monica said.
“And who is your Master?” I said, shoving my cock into Isabel’s starfish.
“You are!” Isabel said.
To my surprise, I outlasted both of them. Monica climaxed when I was pounding her ass as my wife rubbed circles around her clit. I made Monica eat Isabel’s cunt while fucking my wife’s ass and that set her off. I could feel myself getting close to climax. I was mentally debating who to cum on and who to make lick it up.
Then the doorbell rang.
“Unghhhh not again!” I said, pulling my cock out of Monica’s butt.
Monica farted.
“You two 69 each other. I’ll be back,” I said, putting on a bathrobe.
“We obey,” the sluts said, perhaps relieved to get a break from their anal pounding.
I shambled down to the front door and checked the peephole. Mistress Olivia was standing on the other side in a strange outfit. Was that a sailor moon cosplay or some other anime I’m not nerdy enough to know about?
Whatever, it was my Queen and Mistress. Can’t ignore her. I opened the door. I could already feel the dominant half of my brain turning off and the submissive half powering up. She was my gorgeous Asian sugar baby that I literally pay money for the honor of being her simp.
“How may I serve you, Mistress?” I said.
“Your wife put a video on the internet today, and she needs to take it down,” Olivia said.
I blinked at that. Isabel’s Onlyfans debut couldn’t have been up for more than a few hours. That can only mean that I’m being monitored by BigSister a lot more closely than I realized. She also came to see me in person to deliver the command which was a little ominous.
“Your wish is my command. May I ask why?” I said.
“If I can see her purple eyes, so can everybody else. She can make new content once she’s ed the power on. Keep the Harem secret, slave,” Olivia said.
“I…forgive me Mistress. I’m an idiot,” I said, feeling a rush of artificial yet irresistible shame.
“Good boy,” Olivia said, pushing me aside as she entered my home.
The foreign sense of shame was replaced by a wave of bliss and euphoria. It was a reminder that under her spell I was powerless to do anything but endlessly crave my owner’s approval. The two horny sluts up stairs were all but forgotten now. I’d probably hop on the next flight to Japan in my bathrobe if that’s what my wonderful Mistress wanted. God, I was so fucking hard.
“Is she here? I assume so by the look of you,” Olivia said, evaluating my décor.
“Yes, Mistress, and my other slave too. They’re upstairs,” I said, hovering just outside her arm’s reach.
“Ah fun, let’s show them how it’s done, manservant,” Olivia said.
“Of course, Mistress, right this way,” I said, taking the first step up the stairs.
“Crawl,” Olivia said, as she began yanking off her clothing.
I fell to my hands and knees and ascended the stairs. She stole my bathrobe halfway up and threw it down to the first floor. She smacked my ass because I wasn’t going fast enough for her liking. At the top, she rode me like a pony to my bedroom. Isabel and Monica did a double take when they saw me crawling with an Asian supermodel on my back.
“Slaves, this is Mistress Olivia, my owner,” I said.
“Make some room, cunts,” Olivia said, dismounting me.
Isabel and Monica spread apart, and Olivia hopped into the empty space between them. She spread her buttcheeks open with her hands just like they were doing only her asshole wasn’t nearly as gaping as there’s were. The two girls on her sides gawked at her like she was some celebrity that just crashed their party.
“You wanna fuck this tight little asshole too, big boy?” Olivia said, clenching and unclenching her anal muscles.
“Yes, Mistress!” I said, staring in total fascination.
“Are you sure about that. I think what you really want to do is kiss my ass, don’t you? You love giving beautiful women rimjobs. In fact, you never fuck a women’s pooper without slurping her delicious stink. You’re such a degenerate perv, aren’t you, ass licker?” Olivia said.
I shuddered as her words reshaped my entire perspective on butt stuff. Now I knew that my favorite part was giving a butthole a good kiss for good luck. I felt my cock twitching just looking at those three sluts begging me to stop and smell the rosebuds.
“Yes, Mistress!” I said, eyes fluttering as her suggestion took root.
Next thing I know, my tongue is up Olivia’s asshole caressing and tasting her wonderful sphincter. Then I repeat the degrading act for my wife and was all the more grateful that she picked out scented lube. Finally, I shoved my tongue up Monica’s fartbox, wondering why I waited so long to kiss her lovely rear end. Isabel found the lube bottle and massaged it into Olivia’s butthole. Olivia shoved four fingers up her ass like she does it all the time and then force fed me her right hand.
“Mphhh!” I said, sucking her fingers.
“That’s it, slave, you want to finish your little party in my ass. Get up and shove that gorgeous white cock of yours up my shithole. Fuck my ass!” Olivia said.
“Yes, Mistress!!!” I said, overwhelmed with lust.
I pushed my cocked into Olivia’s asshole slowly. I’m already so close to cumming that I’ll burst the moment I pick up any kind of momentum. Then I thrusted her ass like a mad man and trying desperately to last at least 120 seconds. When orgasm hits, it’s so pleasurable it almost circles back around to pain. I gasp for air as I pump her ass full of cum. The moment I pull out she demanded that someone eat her cumfarts. Isabel rose to the challenge licking Olivia’s ass. Meanwhile, Monica starts sucking my cock declaring what a happy slut she is going ass to mouth for her beloved Master.
“Oh yeah, slurp up all the cum from my rectum you nasty whore!” Olivia says, grabbing Isabel’s hair.
“Yes, Mistress!” Isabel said, swallowing my cum as it leaks out of her asshole.
“Oh yeah, clean my dirty cock for me, slut!” I said.
“Yes, Master! Tastes even better than the icing, Master!” Monica said, sucking my deflating cock.
With the foursome over, we begin a rather lengthy cleanup. By which I mean Isabel and Monica did all the work while I worshiped Olivia’s feet.
“Is there anything else we can do for you, Mistress?” I said, lovingly sucking her big toe.
“Why is your wife taking so long to claim her slaves?” Olivia said, in a tone that warns of incoming punishment.
“I’m still considering my options, Mistress,” Isabel said, putting her butt plugs away in a small box.
“Well, get on with it. The Goddess wants this city subjugated before the mid. We’re all voting Blue by the way,” Olivia said.
“The Goddess?” I said, tilting my head.
“Yes, and I know about as much as you do, so don’t waste time with questions. Eat my pussy.” Olivia said.
“Of course, Mistress, we shall obey,” I said.
I move to comply and began lapping at her pussy. It’s not musky and stanky like her ass which almost feels like a downgrade to me now. I thought about her words though. So the person who started this whole thing was a woman. Unless Olivia was being 100% literal when she referred to the Goddess as a goddess which was surprisingly not as unreasonable as some of the other possibilities I’d considered.