The World Is Mine For The Taking

Experience tales with empire

I leaned back on the table, both hands braced against the surface for support, as Irene kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth, all while Gabrielle’s lips were wrapped tightly around my cock, sucking with dedication.

They seemed so absorbed in what they were doing, utterly immersed, as if nothing else existed.

Irene glanced down mid-kiss and noticed Gabrielle diligently licking and sucking me. She chuckled softly, a teasing, mocking sound, before shifting her gaze to me with seductive, half-lidded eyes. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees.

"Move, Gabrielle. Let me show you how it’s really done," Irene said, her voice dripping with confidence.

Gabrielle looked up at Irene, glaring for a moment, but reluctantly released my cock, her lips leaving a wet, glistening trail behind. She handed it over, though her annoyance was evident.

Irene wrapped her fingers around my shaft, gripping it firmly, and began stroking me. It was like she was wiping away Gabrielle’s saliva, almost making a show of it. Then she leaned in, pressing her lips to the tip, licking it in slow, deliberate circles before taking it into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head, exploring every inch, and her eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time.

She was clearly studying my reactions, trying to figure out what made me twitch or moan, honing in on those sensitive spots so she could hit them over and over.

Gabrielle scoffed. "You call that making Master feel good?" she asked incredulously. "Your actions are amateurish. And you think you’re better than me? Please. There are women in Master’s harem who could put you to shame without even trying."

Irene pulled back, my cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop, a trail of saliva connecting her mouth to the tip before it snapped.

"Oh? If that’s the case, then show me," Irene challenged with a smirk.

Gabrielle didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she turned her eyes to me and opened her mouth wide, letting me see everything—her tongue, teeth, gums, uvula, tonsils, all the way down her throat. The gesture was unmistakable.

Irene frowned in confusion until I grabbed the back of Gabrielle’s head and, without hesitation, pushed her down in one swift, deliberate motion. My cock slid past her lips and plunged deep into her throat, her mouth taking me entirely without even the hint of a gag.

Irene’s eyes widened in shock.

Gabrielle looked up at me, her expression calm despite my dick lodged firmly in her throat. The feeling of her soft, constricting throat around me was incredible, entirely different from the tightness of a pussy.

"E-Eh? Isn’t that—" Irene stammered.

Gabrielle didn’t even look at her, keeping her focus on me as I began thrusting into her mouth. The slick, wet tightness of her throat enveloped me with every stroke, and I could feel her swallowing instinctively, adding to the pleasure. Her neck bulged slightly, the outline of my cock visible with each deep thrust.

The sensation was indescribable—different from fucking someone vaginally or anally. Each had its own allure, but the wet, tight constriction of her throat was uniquely intense.

I felt the familiar buildup in my groin, and as my cock started to throb inside her throat, I grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her head down to take me as deep as possible. With one final push, I buried myself completely, letting my cock pulse and release a hot load straight into her esophagus. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Irene’s eyes went wide as she watched Gabrielle handle it effortlessly, not even gagging once. She took every drop with perfect grace, her throat working to swallow every last bit.

Gabrielle pulled her head back from my cock, now glistening not with cum but with her saliva, before opening her mouth to show me the inside. Not a single drop had been wasted—she’d swallowed every bit.

She turned her attention to Irene, a smirk playing on her lips. "If you’re planning to keep Master all to yourself, you’d better learn to give blowjobs this good."

Irene finally snapped out of her stunned silence after witnessing that display. "D-Don’t underestimate me! I can do that too! M-Maybe… after a little bit of practice."

Gabrielle chuckled darkly. "By the time you’ve mastered it, we’ll already be miles ahead of you. How do you plan to steal Master from us? We’ve been with him far longer, and we’re far more experienced. Surely, Master wouldn’t choose someone who timidly drags their tongue along his length, thinking that’s enough to please him."

"Leon will choose me," Irene growled, her voice steady with determination. "And I’ll make sure of it."

With that, she turned her gaze back to me and rose to her feet. Leaning in, she captured my lips in a deep kiss. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Gabrielle glaring daggers at her, looking as if she might explode in rage.

Breaking the kiss, Irene reached down and unfastened the side button of her pencil skirt, slowly sliding it off one leg and then the other before tossing it aside. Then, with a sharp motion, she tore apart the crotch of her stockings.

"Leon, would you lie down on the floor for me?" Irene asked, her confidence seemingly reignited. "I’m going to pleasure you so thoroughly that Gabrielle will eat her words."

I looked at Gabrielle, who was still fuming, and gave her a small shrug. I wasn’t doing this just to have sex with Irene while Gabrielle watched. I was more interested in seeing how deep their rivalry ran and what the real story behind their hatred for each other was.

Obliging Irene, I lowered myself onto the floor. It wasn’t the most comfortable surface, but I’d done this enough times to know that the discomfort would fade once we got started.

Irene straddled me, her movements deliberate and provocative. Reaching between her legs, she slid her panties to the side, revealing her pink, wet pussy glistening with arousal. Gabrielle’s teeth clenched in frustration as she watched.

"I’m going to give you a pleasure no one else ever has, Leon," Irene said with a seductive smirk. "Just stay on your back like a good boy, okay?"

She lowered her hips slowly, one hand guiding my cock to her entrance. Her drenched pussy swallowed me inch by inch, her slick walls parting around me, almost as if I were tearing through her.

"Haaaa... It’s been so long since you’ve been inside me, Leon," she moaned, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and nostalgia. "Does it feel as good for you as it does for me?"

It felt incredible. Her walls were slick, warm, and alive, undulating around me like they had a mind of their own. It was like my dick was cradled on a bed of marshmallows, her pussy clinging to every inch of me with maddening tightness.

Gabrielle, seeing Irene’s bold move, started removing her black slacks. She slid them off along with her underwear, one foot out, then the other, before stepping closer to me.

"Master, I’d like to challenge Irene," Gabrielle said, her tone steady but sharp. "She seems like she’s trying to provoke me into this anyway."

Challenge? What kind of challenge was she even talking about?

"I challenge you, Irene, to a battle of sex. Whichever pussy Master cums into wins." Gabrielle’s words came out with a fiery confidence as she straddled me too. Unlike Irene, who was facing me, Gabrielle turned her back to me, positioning herself on my hips.

"Oh? Aren’t you worried that the tightness of mine might make him cum inside me instead?" Irene teased, trying to mask the tension with a mocking grin.

Gabrielle didn’t dignify that with a reply. Instead, she looked back at me. "Master, please come inside me," she whispered.

Then, without warning, Gabrielle leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Irene.

"Wha—! Huh?!" Irene gasped, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected hug.

But she quickly realized Gabrielle’s real intention. This wasn’t a gesture of affection—it was strategy. Gabrielle’s embrace lifted Irene just enough to slide her off me, creating space to guide my cock out.

"G-Gabrielle! This is cheating! What are you doing?!" Irene protested, glaring down at her rival.

"I’m just giving Master the chance to choose between us," Gabrielle replied coolly. "If you want to challenge me to see who can pleasure him better, then this is the only way to do it fairly, right?"

"B-But… this is turning into a threesome! Don’t you realize that?!"

Both of them despised each other too much to entertain the thought of sharing me in a threesome. Irene’s tone was almost incredulous, as though Gabrielle had completely lost her mind.

"T-This isn’t a threesome!" Gabrielle stammered, clearly flustered. "I don’t like the idea of it being one!" She shook her head vehemently. "T-This is just a challenge to see whose pussy can make Master cum. If I win, you’ll leave him alone and find someone else. But if you win..." She hesitated before finishing, "...I can’t promise anything about the others, but I’ll leave Master."

Her words carried a sense of resolve, a determination to see this through no matter the outcome.

"I can’t let you leave, Gabrielle," I said firmly, my tone leaving no room for argument.

"So please, cum inside me," Gabrielle insisted, her voice softening but her conviction unwavering.

She was serious about this. One way or another, this was spiraling into something I couldn’t control—and it wasn’t going to end well for me.