Erik sighed as he walked back out to the front office, grabbed his coat, and went outside. He used the key to open the door between the convenience store and the office, and turned the light on. Two snow shovels hung on one wall and a snow blower sat just inside the door. Further back Erik saw a riding lawn mower, and a push mower. A weed whacker hung on the wall beside them and coiled garden hose was on the wall opposite the weed whacker. Erik grabbed a shovel, turned off the light, and pulled the door closed.
He shoveled the stairs to the upper level off before he moved to one end and began the work of throwing the snow off the balcony. It was hard work, but Erik actually didn't mind it. Before he knew it, he was passing the door to his room.
He opened the door quietly to see Olivia and Tammy, completely nude, and sound asleep in each other's arms. It was very obvious that they were now lovers. Erik smiled as he got a good look at his mother's small pussy, and the neatly trimmed strip of blonde hair just above it.
He pulled the door closed, and went back to shoveling. When he got done with the upper level, he went down and only shoveled the snow away from the building itself. The snow blower could finish the job on the ground. When he got to the store, he saw the woman watching him intently, so he smiled at her, and waved. She smiled back, and returned to her task of closing up the store.
Erik returned the shovel, and started up the snow blower. It was a newer model, so at least it started easy. It took him a minute to figure out the controls, but shortly he was getting the snow put were he wanted it.
Julie Wells watched the young man clearing the snow in front of her store. Her daughter had passed along her new Master's request that she be present in the apartment when he finished with the snow. Her pussy tingled with the way her daughter had described the way he had treated her. It had been so long since they'd had a good, loving Master in their lives. She just hoped this boy lived up to her daughter's expectations. She wasn't an inexperienced slave like her daughter was. She intended to see if, young or not, he had the strength of character to take not only her daughter, but herself as well. If he was a Master, he should know that they already belong to him. If he didn't take them, then they never did.
Her daughter had told her that he had ordered her to shave herself for him, but Julie knew that she wouldn't have time to shave as well. In fact, she intended to meet this young man fully clothed, and in a challenging way. If Heather was right, he would swat her objections aside, and simply bend her over and take her. She did take the time to put on her tightest pair of jeans. She was going to make it as hard for him as she could.
She stood there with a superior look on her regal face as she heard him returning from the snow removal. She knew he would be hot, sweaty, tired, and probably thirsty. Good, if he wasn't the person she was looking for, he would simply say fuck it, and go back to his room.
She sucked in a breath as this very handsome young man walked into her apartment as if he owned the entire motel. He stopped when he saw her standing there. From beside her, a naked Heather walked up beside him and knelt. "Master, this is my mother, Julie."
Erik didn't say anything, he knew by the look on her face she was challenging his authority over Heather. However, Heather had told him she was a slave as well. If that were true, then his next actions would make her challenge crumble. If it wasn't then she would throw him out of her home.
Erik just stood there and looked at her. He opened his pants and took out his cock. It was all sweaty from the work he had just done, but that shouldn't matter. He sensed Heather moving toward it, and stopped her with a small hand motion. He just stared at Julie, waiting.
Oh, damn! This wasn't anything like what she'd expected from a fifteen year-old boy! She stared at his semi-limp cock hanging before him, and saw her beautiful daughter moving toward it, her mouth already opening. She almost cried when he stopped her with only a gesture. He was strong enough! He didn't even have to take her; he just knew.
She tore her eyes away from his wonderful shaft and looked at him. He was watching her. He raised one eyebrow and tilted his head slightly in question. If she didn't answer him soon, he would put his tool away, and walk away with her daughter; her lover.
She got to her knees and crawled to him. She hoped this was acceptable to this young Lord. She was old, but she prayed she was still attractive enough for him to want her.
She licked his sweaty balls and felt the taste make her dizzy. She all but lost herself in worshiping this Lord's cock. She sucked his manhood all the way down her throat and stuck out her tongue to get another taste of those delicious orbs. It was more difficult than she'd thought it would be; he was getting hard now, and he only barely fit in her throat.
"Heather, please take this slut's clothes off. She challenged me, and needs to be punished," Erik said and Julie moaned and started to back off his now hard cock. He grabbed her by the hair, and forced his cock back down her throat, shutting off her air. She hummed a groaned.
Heather got up and stripped her mother. She had some difficulty with the super tight jeans, but did manage to get them off the older woman. She had to peel the woman's panties off; they were so wet they stuck to her swampy pussy.
"Are her panties wet, slave?" Erik asked.
"Yes Master, they were stuck to her cunt and asshole."
"Is that so?" Erik asked, feeling the woman burn with shame. Heather giggled as she saw another big gob of Julie's thick juice ooze out of her pussy. "Hmm, I have a good place for those, please hand them here."
He pulled the woman off his cock, took the offered panties, and carefully draped them on the end of his hard cock so the slimiest part of the pad was right at the end. He grabbed her hair again, and pushed back into her mouth. He didn't push in nearly as deep as before, but deep enough to effectively gag her with her own soiled panties.
He pulled her by her hair over to the kitchen table. He lifted her so she was bent over the table, with her naked and exposed ass in the air. "Stay there until I tell you to move." She groaned again and nodded frantically.
"Heather, I'm going to spank her pretty ass until it's good and red, then I'm going to fuck her until I cum. I don't want her chest to leave the table while I do, so I want you to pin her nipples to the table top with your fingers, like this." Erik lifted Julie up slightly and took one of Heather's hands and pressed one of Julie's nipples to the table with one of Heather's fingers. Heather got the other nipple pressed to the table and smiled at her Master.
"Now, if she gets free Heather, I'll spank you and the only cum you'll get from me for the rest of the day will be what you can suck from her pussy and ass, and I'll make sure your ass is good and red before you go to bed. However, Julie, if you can get up, I'll let you cum at the end of this. Oh? Did I mention, you are not allowed to have an orgasm? If you cum without permission Julie, neither of you will get anymore of my cock today," Erik said as both women groaned in need. "You are getting punished after all."
Julie was surprised by the first hard smack on her bare ass. She wasn't that crazy about being spanked, but the fact that Master was doing it made it enjoyable. She was being punished, she wasn't supposed to enjoy it. She felt herself warming, and felt a strong orgasm begin building deep in her stomach. She tried to pull up frantically, but her daughter held her firmly to the table. She did like hard nipple play, and the pain in her nipples didn't help her trying to hold off the orgasm. He didn't spank her very much, but when she felt his shaft parting her lower lips she knew not cumming was going to be harder than it had ever been before. She was a good slave, and knew how to control her orgasms, but this young man was playing her like he knew exactly how to make her cum the hardest.
She spat out her soiled panties. "Oh gods! PLEASE Master! I can't hold it much longer! You're too good! Please let your slave cum!" Julie begged, but she knew in her heart, he wouldn't let her. She knew this was her real punishment.
She was very tight. Erik hadn't really known what to expect once he got his cock into her, but this was a soft, tight, warm heaven. He listened to her beg for an orgasm, and was very tempted, but he had a responsibility to her, and kept silent. He looked at Heather and saw her eyes open wide with lust and hunger, she was panting and she seemed to be a hairs breath away from her own orgasm. The sight of the gorgeous girl on the verge was all he could take, and he grabbed the woman's hips tighter, and pounded into her. He felt a ton of cum shooting into her and groaned in his release.
He lay against the woman's back, and looked up at Heather. "Let go of her nipples, and please get a towel and a warm, wet, washcloth."
Erik felt Julie crying underneath him, and felt for a moment he had hurt her. He lifted off her and caressed the back of her head. "Are you okay, Julie?"
"Very okay, Master. Now I understand why Heather says she is yours. Because, I am too. I love you, Master. I needed exactly what you gave me. Any less would have left me wanting, and more would have been cruel. How can such a young man know how to control a slave so well?" She asked softly.
"I don't know, slave. I've never had a slave before, now I have two. I'm very new to this, so you might want to rethink your belonging to me idea. I know I could fall deeply in love with both of you, but like I told Heather, I don't know how this can work, my family lives a long way from here," Erik explained.
"I'll sell the motel and we'll move to be near you. You are what is important to us, Master," Julie explained.
Heather nodded in agreement as she came out of the bathroom with the requested items. "But it's really your motel now, Master. So you would have to approve of course," Heather said.
Erik took the washcloth and began to wipe the sweat from Julie's elegant face and neck. "You two are so beautiful; I have to be dreaming for you to really be mine. I don't think I could have picked anyone better, except maybe Heather herself to have given my virginity to."
Both women took sharp breaths. "Master? I was your first?" Julie asked in disbelief.
"You couldn't tell? I felt so awkward and clumsy making love to such a beautiful creature. I was terrified I would be Heather's first, and it end up being a bad memory for her," Erik admitted.
"Master, even if you came on my pussy as you were trying to break my hymen, it couldn't be bad for me. For me it will never be the event itself, but the person doing it," Heather said softly.
Erik felt tears form in his own eyes. "Damn, I know I'm falling in love with both of you, but I think I'm falling in love with my sister and mother too, I have no idea how they are going to react to this."
"Why don't we talk to them, Master? Invite them here for dinner tonight, and your slaves will help you," Julie suggested. "If nothing else, we at least have a bigger bed for all of you to sleep in."
Erik dried Julie off, and lifted her from the table to cuddle her. Julie 'eeped' and made a grab for the washcloth, but Erik grabbed her hand and winked at her. "Heather?"
"Yes Master?" The girl said innocently.
"Your mother is leaking," Erik said, and Julie blushed.
Heather grinned and dropped to her knees. She pressed her mouth to her mother's sex, and Julie groaned as the girl started to suck.
Erik left Julie leaning against the table with Heather cleaning her pussy, so he could take all his clothes off. Julie was watching him closely, and held Heather's head to her with one hand. "Master, Heather is very talented orally, may I cum now? Julie asked in a shuddering breath.
Erik shook his head as she groaned some more. He took her back in his arms and kissed her passionately. He broke the kiss as he caressed a heavy breast with one hand. You'll get to cum later tonight, when I bury my cock up your ass. I'll even be nice and let you cum in my other slave's mouth, that is, unless one of my wives wants it," Erik said playfully.
It was clear Julie wasn't thinking too clearly. "Wives, Master?"
"Yes, slave. Heather will officially wear our wedding ring, but my mother and little sister will also be our wives if they want," Erik said.
"Oh yes, Master!" Julie said excitedly.
Erik took her plump nipple in his fingers and gently squeezed. "Who is my slave, Julie?"
"I am, Master."
"Who else, slave?"
"Heather, Master."
"So, you gave your daughter to me, so you no longer have a daughter, but a sister, correct slave?" Erik said.
Julie sobbed loudly at the thought and with the pleasure her sister-slave was giving her. "Yes, Master!"
"So do you have any children, slave?" Erik said, enjoying this.
"I hope I do now, Master."
That comment confused Erik, but he let it slide. He reached down and pulled Heather's pretty face from Julie's dripping pussy. "You owe me a shower, and then you need to be punished. I need to get back to the room soon, or our girls are going to think I abandoned them."
"Yes Master."
Julie had dropped her head on his shoulder after he'd pulled Heather off. He kissed her forehead. "While we are in the shower pet, do you think there is enough room in the bathroom for you to shave all that hair off?"
"Yes Master." She sighed. "I think I better get used to saying that. 'Yes Master'. I don't think the word 'no' will ever be used when you ask me for something."
"What if I ask you to fuck another man?" Erik asked.
"Will you be involved too, Master?" Julie asked.
"Either way," Erik clarified.
"I would do as you instructed me, Master. But I wouldn't actually enjoy it unless you were involved. Just the thought of another man touching me is almost revolting to me," Julie said.
"Other women are okay then?" Erik asked.
"As long as they are your women, Master."
"Okay, thank you for telling me that, I do need to know what each of your boundaries are," Erik said as he hugged her. "I still don't think either of you know what my name is."
"It's 'Master'," Julie said, and Heather giggled.
"Your family name is Carr, and I'm sure you'll introduce us to your wives if you feel we should know their names. Until then, they are 'Mistress'," Heather added. "I got curious, and looked it up."
Erik chuckled, and smacked Heather's naked butt. "Let's get into the shower, wench, or I'll never get back to my mother and sister!"
"I'll listen for the door, sweetheart," Julie said to a happily smiling Heather.