Maggie arrived and closed the door without a word. She looked magnificent in the dark blue pencil skirt and power red blouse. Without speaking at all she started a strip tease and a sensual kind of dance for me as she approached the bed, leaving a trail of clothes behind.

  I was utterly captivated, and I couldn’t have looked away from her if my life depended on it.

  Her five feet and five inches of curvy sumptuousness was delicious, a slightly exaggerated hourglass and such a beautiful body. Her face was all innocent seduction, and when she spoke her voice was warmly seductive. She was… as I said, magnificent.

  Needless to say, by the time she was stripping her panties, bending in half with her ass facing my way, her legs parted just enough for me to see her fat beautiful labia, I was hard as steel and the sheet was tented around the center of my body.

  She smiled seductively as she pulled down the sheet, then crawled into the bed with a naughty promise of pleasures untold in her eyes. She let out a breathy sigh of contentment, when her cheek nuzzled my sensitive cock tip, which jumped.

  She kissed the tip softly, and she suckled lightly as she licked the slit making my body twitch and a gasp escaped my lips as I looked down into those faux innocent and incredibly sexy light brown eyes.

  She said breathily, while looking at me with burning desire, “I’ve been dreaming of this all night, mate.”

  My cock twitched, and she smiled wider and bit her lip, “You like hearing that? How badly your cock-sucking mate needed you in her dirty mouth? How much I longed to feel you twitch, pulse and fill my cum guzzling lips? You care about me, but you love I’m your trashy slut too, admit it.”

  She licked up the shaft, as I let out, “Oh gods,” in moaning pleasure, both from the feel of her hot moist tongue on my shaft and in response to her hot words.

  She suckled my balls softly for a moment. Her soft moans increasing the pleasure by vibrating on my sensitive sack, then licked back up to the tip while her hand took over balls duty with a light roll. Then she finally took me into her hot pleasurable mouth. Her moan of needy contentment in that moment, as she swirled the tip blew my mind.

  I said softly, “I do like how naughty and needy my good girl gets. You’re an amazing cock-sucker, my mate, but you’re also the most amazing woman, lady, I’ve ever met.”

  She moaned deeply in wanton enjoyment, as she took me further inside her mouth while rolling my balls. She started to suck hard, and milk me hard by pulling back up a half inch for every inch she went down. Slowly taking in all eight inches until she swallowed me into her throat.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off her eyes, but I could also see and feel her generous heart shaped C cups teasing my inner thighs, and below that between her cleavage her left hand slowly stroking and Jilling herself off at the same speed she was sucking my cock.

  “Good girl,” I said in a soft moan, “Fuck, that’s amazing.”

  I wasn’t even sure I could adequately describe the pleasure of her mouth, her soft silken moist lips sliding along my shaft, the warmth and humming swallows that blew my mind with the sensations of mind-blowing pleasure on the sensitive head of my cock. The way her hand manipulated my balls, and the way her nails teased my taint.

  I got lost in it, every time I was about to cum, she rose up off my cock and started licking it up and down, and she treated my balls to more tongue slathering suction until I backed off the edge. She did it so many times I lost count, and the entire time she looked like she was in heaven, like there’s nothing else she’d rather be doing. Like I was doing her the favor. It was mind-boggling.

  She also talked dirty to me, each time she let me cool down, with slow and painfully soft strokes at my base. Her words were varied, between nasty and sweet, devoted and teasing, and downright naughty at all times.

  I knew that I’d looked up at her similarly when I was licking her out. I enjoyed it a lot, but it was so much more wild being the recipient of that devoted pleasure giving that seemed to be something we both had in spades.

  Her mouth was pure magic.

  “Mags, make me cum, now,” I said, when it got to be too much. I had no idea how long it’d been, a half hour, an hour, longer? I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t care.

  She moaned deeply at the command and started to work me far harder, with devotion and wanton need for my sperm. She worked the first four inches with her mouth, milking me hard and in concert with the twisting milking action of her other hand, timing that hand twist to when she was lavishly circling my sensitive tip with her tongue.

  I don’t think I lasted ten seconds, after she started doing that. I gained tunnel vision, the edges of my vision going blurry as I stared deeply into her eyes, while my balls started to boil, and my legs grew numb.

  “Mags!” I grunted in exhortation and warning, and she just moaned in wanton sultriness, her mouth milked my skin just past the ridge with hard sucking and very shallow up and down movements, while her hand jacked my base even harder, working me to extend my pleasure. I could even see her throat pulse and flex each time a rope of my cum pulsed into her mouth.

  The waves of pleasure flooded my body intensely, and I was lost in it.

  When I came down, she was still moaning, suckling, and milking my cock, as if desperate and joyful to get every last drop into her talented mouth.

  She smiled almost shyly at me when she popped off, and then she crawled up my body and plastered herself against my side. Her sweet sigh of contentment as my arm went around her and pulled her in tight, tugged on my heart strings.

  She played with my chest, as I played with her back.

  “I told you I’d make it up to you. That was… amazing.”

  I chuckled, “You’re telling me?”

  She grinned up at me, “I love the sounds of your pleasure, but especially the way you look at me. Like I’m precious and amazing, instead of just a warm hole that… you know. I also love the feel of your fat cock sliding on my tongue, and the way it forces my throat open.”

  I kissed the top of her head, “I love the way you love it, and you know I do too.”

  She giggled, “I do. And I also love being that naughty good girl for you.”

  I spanked her ass.

  She moaned softly, “So, I got them all settled. I also assigned chores. I’ll still clean up here, handle our laundry, but they’ll clean the rest of the house, and they’re on a rotation for meals.”

  I nodded, “I figured that.”

  She giggled, “Is it weird I’m going to miss you telling me what to cook?”

  I shook my head, “No. I thought of that earlier, bed and clothes will have to do, if nothing else comes up. If I sense another need then I’ll step in. You’ll still bring me my plate and morning coffee every morning, of course,” I added firmly.

  She kissed my shoulder, and whispered warmly, “Yes, sir.”

  She stroked my cock softly, “Speaking of needy.”

  I spanked her, “Hands and knees, ass high.”

  She shivered against me, in a good way, then got on that.

  I got up and knelt behind her, between her legs, and softly caressed her perfectly rounded and nubile supple ass for a moment. Then I lined myself up, and pushed in slowly and gently, but firmly. Her liquid arousal was more than enough to ease the way into her snugly engulfing heaven, and I gave her a sharp little spank which made her constrict and grip me even tighter for a moment.

  She let out a sexy sigh of pleasure, as our bodies came together.

  I caressed the red spot tenderly with my fingertips, even as I spanked her other cheek with my other hand, which made her gasp and tighten and convulse around me. Being inside her was pure heaven.

  She pushed back against me and rolled her hips in a grind that lifted her sexy ass even higher telling me she was ready, but instead of starting I got a finger wet and pushed it into her tight ass, which made her gasp and push back against me even harder.

  It was a bit of tease, but not my intention, as I leaned over to the nightstand and pulled out the toy that I’d found in the dungeon earlier, in anticipation of this moment. It wasn’t even close to as thick as my cock, but I’d hardly call it thin or small, as I pulled out my finger and slowly pushed in the vibrator.

  She let out a sharp gasp, then a, “Oh my goddess, fuck! So full…” as the well lubed and long device slid into her ass an inch at a time.

  I could feel the thing against my cock, through the fleshy walls between both her tight canals. Her pussy got incredibly tight too, as if filling her ass made her pussy constrict and not be able to stretch out as far. The heat and pleasure of it was intense, and she wasn’t even moving then outside of pushing firmly back against me.

  Once it was all the way in except the end, all seven inches of it, I spanked her ass hard, turned on the vibe to medium, and started to slide in and out of her heaven as fast and as hard as I could.

  She screamed about five seconds later. I was guessing the intensity of it plus how hot she was and close to the edge from blowing me for about an hour, had been too much. She convulsed wildly, as she screamed my name in a way she’d never done before. Her body trembled, bucked, quivered, and tightened around me like a vise of pleasure.

  I just powered through it, the vibrations in her sex, as the vibrator was felt through her walls. The sensations added a hell of a lot more pleasure to my strokes as well, so I wasn’t sure how long I’d hold out.

  Then I decided that was a good thing, because she immediately rolled into a second even more intense orgasm. Her keening scream of pleasure was insanely intense, followed by the sharp and fast panting of my name over and over, all told me she’d be overstimulated fast at this rate.

  She came powerfully, in a way I’d never seen, at least four times in about five minutes, her orgasms themselves lasting for a minute or longer each, and just rolling into the next one. Her body bucked sloppily, and her cries of pleasure were wanton and wild, to the point I wondered if her mind was close to breaking at the intensity of the orgasms.

  Either way, five minutes was about as long as I could hold it, powering through those orgasms into her snugly milking paradise of heat, warmth, and slick friction. The sensations of her slick silken sheath so tight around me and vibrating around me even as she quivered and convulsed in constant orgasm was just too much.

  “Fuck, Mags!” and I spanked her again hard, as I buried myself and emptied my nut sack into her warm and vigorously vibrating and milking paradise.

  We were both soaked from her own liquid ecstasy, and I lost myself in the cresting wave of pleasure that seemed to last forever, until the wave broke and we both crashed to shore. I turned off the vibe, and then slowly pulled it out, while Maggie gasped for breath against the pillow. It’d only been five minutes, but her whole body was shaking and twitching in aftershocks, and we were both covered in sweat as our heartbeat slowly returned to normal.

  “Well, when you said DP was intense, and I should try it with the aid of a toy, and then you’d cum for me the hardest you ever have in your life. Was that true?”

  She started to giggle, “Not even close to a contest, I thought I was going to have a heart attack, cumming so hard for five minutes straight. That was… a new bar, holy shit. We’ll have to do that again, but maybe not for a week or two.”

  I snickered, “Alright, I’ll stick to one hole at a time for a while.”

  She nodded, “It’s almost better that way, or rather it is better if from a different angle. The luxurious pleasure mixed with the intense finish. The buildup itself is delicious, the needy pleasure. That was almost torturous it was so good. So yes, pound my pussy, ass, and mouth all you want, but save that for special occasions. It was incredible though.”

  “Sounds good, surprised you though, didn’t I?”

  She giggled, “I had no idea you were going to do that. I heard the drawer, but in the time that you gave me I couldn’t figure out what you were up to.”

  I slowly pulled out of her, and I collapsed to the side and drew her body against mine.

  She kissed me softly, and looked into my eyes dreamily, “Thank you for that. That was… goddess.”

  We had one more round that night, it started off with her riding me slowly and so sensually as I lost myself in her eyes. Soft and tight grinds, to milk my cock and hit all the right places in her too. Then I took control as I rolled over, and I took her with a firm but extremely measured pace. It wasn’t quite making love, we weren’t there yet, but if it wasn’t that it was damned close to that. I felt completely mesmerized by her eyes, and the pleasure and intimacy we shared, along with a deep and intense growing affection.

  And I could see it in her eyes as well. Her soft and sweet gasp of my name as she came for me time and time again, and the way her eyes softened with joy and her body arched and worked out my offering as I came, told me she felt all that too.

  A little over three days or not, I was losing myself in her fast. Crazy or not, I didn’t think it’d take all that long for that affection, protectiveness, and the way she tugged at my heart to be called love. It was crazy, but it was what it was.

  She snuggled in, as we reached sleep.

  Chapter Nine

  A few days or not, the next morning felt like routine. A reprise of the last night’s lovemaking, a shower, and then I got dressed and laid out her clothes. That morning I went with a swishier skirt, a red one that would reach her lower thigh, along with a light blue blouse, and her lacy silk white lingerie panty and bra set.

  It wasn’t executive professional like a pencil skirt, but it was more than modest enough at that length for warmly professional in a casual business type way. She looked… amazing in it. In some ways, even sexier than the trashy wear, which was still fun and sexy too. Point being, the more modest and professional clothes brought out and reminded me of Maggie’s traits that I so admired. Her stubborn ruthlessness and sharp intelligence turned me on as much if not more than her saucy nymph side.

  Even on the shallow side, her more conservative clothes accentuated that faux innocently seductive thing she had going on.

  She asked, “How do I look?”

  I said, “Like a firm yet warm matriarch who’s about to greet and welcome her coven at breakfast. It would also do well for intimidating your enemies, and then burning them to ash.”

  She giggled, “Seriously.”

  I nodded, “Totally serious, I was going for that little bit of both.”

  Her eyes widened in vulnerability and surprise, “That’s why you asked me that yesterday?”

  I nodded, and my arms were suddenly full of soft feminine flesh, as she gave me a soft loving kiss and nibbled my bottom lip as she let out a contented sigh.

  Guess I did it right again.

  She said, “Let’s go.”

  I patted her ass possessively.

  “One question before we do, is that our family table, or the coven table?”

  She tilted her head, “Why?”

  “Because if it’s our family table, I’ll sit at the head, if it’s our coven table that’s your place as matriarch, and I can sit on your right, or maybe at the foot? You’ll still serve me my plate and coffee though, either way,” I added firmly.

  She bit her lip in thought, and she looked a little turned on by my taking charge of her in that way.

  “Thank you, Jack. I didn’t think of that, and in hindsight it’s an extremely important decision and distinction. I want it to be our family table, because I really want you to sit there, but this is the coven house, and they’ll be eating with us. Bow to political reality, and I do have to be in charge when we’re around them. Except for grabbing you a plate and coffee,” she added with a playful grin.

  I nodded, “That’s what I was thinking too. I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page before we got down there.”

  She kissed my cheek and caressed my face. The sweet and warm look in her eyes betraying the words she obviously couldn’t bring herself say, and I imagined my eyes were saying them right back.

  Then she took my hand and we headed down to the first floor for breakfast.

  Breakfast was a little interesting in that it was the first time we were eating in the dining room. I was sure the eleven of us could’ve squeezed around the table for ten in the kitchen, but it was probably better that I wasn’t stuffed next to any of them, outside of my mate.

  An additional wrinkle which was really no big deal, was the food was on the table in bowls to set up eating family style. So I filled my own plate as the bowls went around, but at least my Maggie was able to bring me that coffee. The ladies all looked fabulous dressed up for work, but of course I didn’t talk, or look at any of them directly. Four of them were probably in Maggie’s league, including Angela and Valerie, but I was a little biased that way, the rest were solid eights. They were all very attractive and on the young side.

  It was a little awkward at first, or maybe it was just the pre-coffee existence of breakfast, but Maggie got them to start talking a bit. Nothing all that personal, but job situations, if they had any business plans, and that sort of thing. They also discussed magic, their specialties. The deeper things would take time.

  They’d set the foot of the table as well, so that’s where I’d sat. I’d survive being that far away from Maggie during breakfast, and there was a symbolism to sitting in the honored guest part. Sure, I lived in the house, and was their matriarch’s lover, but it put a symbolic distance there in that I wasn’t part of the coven nor did I have authority in it.

  After breakfast her coven cleared the table like a whirlwind, cleaned up after breakfast in the kitchen, and headed out to work leaving the two of us alone again. Which selfishly enough, was a good thing to me.