A date with Poison (Patreon)

The Stoppable Mansion was very quiet.

It was date night, and Ron was up and ready to go out. He was dressed in an all black suit. His shirt and even his tie were black. He had done so in order to match his date.

Tonight, he was taking out Diana aka Poison.

Now Poison was a Goth-girl and she was also very hard to show her emotions but she was nonetheless a very lovely young girl, and Ron loved her very much.

She had however suddenly shown a very surprising interest in ‘going out’.

Ron figured it had possibly something to do with him taking out Josh the other night. So it was only fair he took Poison out for a fun time as well.

Monique was smiling at him while she did his tie.

Monique: There, now you look mighty fine, Beau. Just like your mama likes you.

Ron: You don’t think it’s a bit dark?

Monique: Nah, given the girl you are taking out tonight she will appear less dark and moody if you follow up in a suit that matches her.

Ron: Do you know what she will wear?

Monique: No, but I know all she owns that can be worn where you are taking her is black… Well… give your mama a kiss baby beau.

Ron smiled and leaned down to kiss Monique on her wonderful mouth. It was a long and wonderful kiss.

Monique: Now treat her nicely as I have raised you to, and give her good night.

Ron: I sure will, Mama Monique.

Ron left the room and walked to Poison’s room. She was sharing with Peach.

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Peach was about the only girl who didn’t mind sharing with Poison. In fact those two were so good a match it was almost weird.

Poison was a Marianas Trench deep dark goth, and Peach was a bubbly, shiny as a summer day blonde with an almost constant smile on her face. The girls were literally as different as night was from day.

But still, they were the best of friends.

Ron had an idea about why it was so, but he wasn’t certain. Perhaps Poison would some day tell him, because this matter was one where Peach was impossible to get anything out of. She would stubbornly shut up and just smile at you if you continued to ask for info about Poison.

In many ways Peach was like Tara, and in some ways, Peach acted like Tara. With her blonde hair and shining blue eyes she could easily be mistaken for Tara’s little sister, or maybe her close cousin. But Peach was, just like Poison, a gamer girl to the core. Peach loved doing some sports, she was fairly athletic, but she loved gaming even more. Her long slender frame, her perfect legs, her quite round butt, made her an excellent model. She in fact worked as a model from time to time, but where Amelia loved working as a model, Peach utterly hated it. She only did it for the money - which was GOOD.

Poison despised sports. She said it was simply a replacement for war. Ron had been playing on the high school's football team in his last year and won all the games, but that was really before anything with Poison.

Ron knocked on the door to the room, and a few moments later, Peach opened the door. She was in her undies and one of Ron’s jerseys.

Peach: Hey Ronnie-nova! Here to pick up your Belle?

Ron: Hehe, I sure am Peaches… so… where is my dark princess of the night?

Peach: Poison! Ronnie is here!

A little later, Poison came out the door and Ron saw her attire for the evening.

Poison was as Monique had foreseen in her godly omniscience, dressed in all black. But instead of her usual makeup that often made her look as pale as possible, perhaps to mimic a vampire, she was showing off the tan she had gotten on the island where dressing as a goth was fairly unreasonable. And given she was easy to it, she looked completely different. Almost like an Italian or south French belle.

Her long black dyed hair was parted in the middle and she seemed to have gone away with her bangs. She looked more like Shego now. Her piercing blue eyes stared at Ron in anticipation and great excitement that of course didn’t show on her face.

Her dress was slightly gothic, but it looked nice and because of her lack of gothic accessories the dress looked even more normal than usual. She did still wear a choker-ish brand around her neck, but it wasn’t the dog cholla that she usually wore with Ron’s name engraved. This one was a simple choker that many of his girlfriends liked to wear. Bonnie, Tonnie, even Kim had one of these, but it sure suited her.

Poison: Hello my Dark Master… Thank you for taking this unworthy wessel of your carnal amusement out for a social event.

Poison was making a perfect curtsy, showing her undying devotion to Ron.

Peach was looking ready to burst, not with laughter but with tears of joy.

Peach: That is the most romantic gothic thing I have ever heard you say… I am so happy!

Poison didn’t blush but Ron did notice she looked down as she always did when she was happy or embarrassed.

Ron smiled: You look fabulous, my dark princess.

Ron bowed and presented his right arm.

Poison took it with her left.

Peach: Oh wait…

Peach went inside and came back ten seconds later. She had a black handbag with her.

Poison: Thank you Peach.

Peach was all smiles and lifted her phone up to her mouth and looked very begginly at them with her huge blue eyes. She was blinking and waving her eyelashes at them. Ron could have sworn he heard begging puppy noises.

Ron: What is it?

Poison: She wants a picture, my Dark Master…

Peach blinked twice to confirm.

Ron smiled.

Ron: Then let's give her one.

Poison: Your wish is my law, Master.

Peach: EEEEH!

Ron placed himself with his arm around Poison’s waist and smiled. Poison didn’t smile, she never did, but she did raise her chin to show the best angle of her face.

Then Peach had them stand with Ron behind Poison with his arms encircling her waist.

Peach: This is the best day ever! Now go have fun you two!

Ron led Poison to the front door where they would soon be driven off to the same Restaurant Ron had taken several of his girlfriends out to.

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A few days earlier.

Poison was gaming with her girls in Ella’s and Naomi’s room at the mansion.

Naomi: You are so lucky it’s your turn for date night, Poison.

Ella: You sure are… oh I can’t wait until it’s my turn. Only one week, and then it’s just me and Ron and the most sloppy motel room outside of Lowerton.

The girls all looked at Ella.

Naomi: What on earth have you planned?

Ella: Well… only to dress up like the most slutty of all streetwalkers and then have Ron drive up to a corner and role play as a my pimp and drag me by the hair to the motel and fuck me because I haven’t made enough money for him this week… He is gonna say; “I am his worst bitch!” Then he will slap me around a bit, and then pull me to the bed saying I will have to repay with sex…

Ella while saying this had gotten a distant look in her eyes, like she was imagining it right now.

Joss: Damn, Ella you are kinky…

Ella and the other girls giggled. All, except for Poison. She never giggled.

Joss: But what are you gonna do with Ron, Poison? Reenact some scenes from that Wednesday show on Webflix?

Poison: No…

Naomi: Hold a grand seance and call upon your Dark Master and have him ravish you?

Poison: No. I am gonna ask Ron to take me to the restaurant he already has taken Joss, and Selene and Ann Possible to. I am gonna dress up in a dress and he in a suit and we will have dinner together.

The girls all looked very surprised.

Poison: What?

Naomi: Nothing girl, it’s just… we didn’t expect something so… normal…

Poison: To me it’s abnormal. Going to dark poetry nights or borrowing Vivian’s dungeon equipment is vanilla to me. Doing something normies appreciate… That is something outlandish to me, and therefore the best way for me to show Ron how far I am willing to go for him.

Peach: OMG… you are going on your first real date!

Poison rolled her eyes:… …I guess.

Peach: EEEEEH!

Peach flung herself at Poison and hugged her like a teddy bear.

Poison wasn’t much of a hugger, but all knew she never pushed Peach away. All the girls knew she loved it in secret. All the mansion loved Peach’s hugs.

Peach: That is SO Amazing! Poison is actually going on a date! We have to go find the best dress ever! Oh and the place is black tie, so your style ain’t a problem! You are soooooo smart! But you might have to cut a little on the make up and…

Peach rambled on and Joss and Naomi smiled.

Joss: So… Ella… where is this sloppy motel you scoped out? We wanna see it…

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Ron and Poison were sitting in mostly silence as the cap drove them to the Restaurant.

When they arrived, Ron was a perfect gentleman and helped Poison out of the car. He paid the fare and once again, led Poison to the greeter of the Restaurant.

Greeter: Good evening.

Ron: Good evening. Table for two. Stoppable.

Greeter: Ah, yes, welcome back Mr. Stoppable. This way please.

The restaurant was rather busy. Only a few tables were without guests and all had a little silver sign on top saying - reserved.

The greeter helped Poison in her chair and handed Ron the menu and wine card. Poison also got a menu but placed it on her plate and simply stared at Ron.

Ron had also placed the menu on his plate but was looking over it.

Ron: Oh I tried the lamb chops last time I was here… they are really good. It’s no coincidence the restaurant is full. The kitchen is splendid.

Poison: I am sure it is. Both Selene and Ann told me it was a good place. Do they have pasta?

Ron looked at her, and then skipped a page.

Ron: They sure do, but why don’t you just look in your own menu babe?

Poison: I know this place really well. When my adoptive parents went out and occasionally brought me we went here.

Ron: Oh… uhhh… sorry, if it brings back poor memories… Do you wanna go somewhere else?

Poison: Of course not. The company was poor back then. The place was lovely. Now the company is also lovely. Making it the best place ever. I know what I want in the menu, I just wanted to know if they were serving pasta.

Ron: Oh, oh well… they do…

Poison: Then you might wanna consider choosing a pasta dish for your main.

Ron: Ooooh, dictating my choices eh…? I must say you are showing all kinds of sides of you, Poison. It’s really illuminating.

Poison: I would never dictate any of your choices Ron. In this relationship you are the eternal dark Master, and I am forever the meat bag slave. I simply meant that pasta is good for when you are to perform big athletic exploits.

Ron looked a little baffled: Are we… going to perform athletics after dinner?

Poison: In a way… You are to use my body for carnal pleasure until morning.

Ron blinked and was unsure how broadly he should smile.

Ron: Well uh… the Prawn Linguine does sound very good…

Poison blinked. It was an appreciation from her.

Ron: Huh, well uh… I never thought that you would be into like… this sort of thing…

Poison: What thing?

Ron: Well… this thing…

Ron gestured out in the room of the restaurant and the two of them, sitting in front of each other by a table, among other people out on dates. The Restaurant was very popular.

Poison: And why not?

Ron: Well it’s just… it’s such a… ‘normy’ kinda thing isn’t it?

Poison: Just because I am a Goth-chick Ron, doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate spending time with my boyfriend.

Ron: No, no, that’s not what surprises me, it’s well… the fancy dinner at a restaurant thing that surprises.

Poison shrugged.

Poison: I enjoy a good meal as well as any. And I appreciate a fine wine to go with it. And I am already looking forward to how I am gonna suck your cock under the cloth of this table just like Joss said she did when you took her out.

Ron blinks: Is… is that why you wanted to dine out?

Poison: Joss also said that the sex you had when you came home was some of the best she had ever had. Especially the pulling of her hair. I am eager to experience this as well.

Poison finally opened the menu and casted a quick glance inside. .

Poison: I would like the onion soup for starter, and the strip loin steak medium raw for main. And for wine anything Californian Cabernet Sauvignon 18/19/20 to go with that.

Poison closed the menu and placed the bag on the table.

Poison: And now I am gonna suck your cock until the soup comes.

Ron: Uhh, Poison wait just a…

Poison was already under the table cloth and Ron felt her unbuckle his belt and pants. His cock springs out, and he feels her experienced mouth encircle it.

Ron: Ohh fuck…

Under the table, Poison began to suck Ron’s cock and she did it with her usual vigor and lust.

This was almost becoming a tradition. Joss, Shego and Ann had sucked him under this very table. And now, Poison as well.

Ron: Oh man… one would think you would get used to it… but no… It never gets old…

Ron used all his strength to pull himself together. It was difficult, because Poison was a good bit better than Joss at sucking his cock.

While Joss was really good, Ron had often compared her blowjobs to that of a milking machine. Relentless and somehow a little brutish and hard on him. Joss was eager for his cum… almost as if she saw Ron’s ejaculation as the point of her effort.

With Poison it was different. Ron’s enjoyment and pleasure was/is the point of her entire life. She does nothing to Ron unless it is to please some desire.

The waiter came over and looked at Ron.

Ron: Uh, hi… she… just went to the… restroom.

Waiter saw the bag on the table: Ah, I see. Do you want to wait until she returns?

Ron: No, no, she told me what she wanted.

Ron gave the order and the waiter nodded.

Ron grabbed hold of the edges of the table.

Ron: God dammit Poison… I am gonna cum…

It was clear that Poison knew that. Because she altered her movements so his cock never left her mouth. And she focused more on his penis head to provoke him to cum.

Ron: Ohhhh, fuck, you fucking… perfect… cocksucking… bitch… here I go…

Ron took a deep breath and then… He felt how Poison’s mouth moved up his shaft and that he now entered her throat without any trouble.

Ron took a deep breath and then… he began to pump his sperm into her stomach.

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Some days ago Ron was getting his cock sucked by Poison on his bed. She was very thorough. She always was. She lived to suck his cock, and often referred to her mouth as ‘her cockhole’.

Ron was not so far away from coming but he was curious about something.

Ron: Poison.

Poison lifted her mouth from Ron’s cock so she could answer him clearly.

Poison: Yes, my Dark Master?

Ron: What do you honestly prefer? I mean… you personally… Cumming in your mouth, or… in your throat?

Poison looked him straight in the eyes.

Poison: Before I answer, Master, what do you prefer?

Ron shrugged: Well… I sorta prefer to go balls deep into your throat and shoot my load directly into your stomach… See it’s the… clambering down that is… so… wonderful…

Poison: I understand perfectly Master. I shall forever make an effort to always swallow you as long as you are whenever I sense you are at your limit.

Ron: But… but what do you prefer, Poison?

Poison: With all due respect Master, my preferences are completely irrelevant. I am simply a forever servant to your carnal desires.

Ron: Poison please… let me know…

Poison seemed a little embarrassed: Well… If I have to be honest… whenever I feel your cock in my throat pumping me full of sperm I instantly cum, Master… and as wonderful as it feels it’s not ideal when I want to further feel all the other things you do to me. I remember once passing out from an orgasm only to wake up having you on top of me plowing into my pussy… It was disheartening that I lost track on some of the action…

Ron blinked.

Poison: Also… to me, your unworthy slave, is your cum easily the most delicious tasting liquid in the entire universe. And I can’t taste your sperm when you shoot it into my throat…

Ron: Then… Perhaps I should shoot in your mouth from now on?

Poison: NO!

Poison quickly and rather viciously stuck Ron’s cock down her throat and began to suck it. Up and down her head went and she made Ron pretty much jump like a jumping jack. He was cumming hard, and Poison stuck her head as far down as she could, having Ron’s cock in her throat while her nose was flat up against Ron’s hard abs.

Ron came, as always, with force and huge volume. But Poison didn’t even jolt. She made sounds, they all did, but she didn’t budge. As long as Ron was cumming, she was there, drinking his sperm.

When Ron was finally done, Poison came up for air, and looked at her master, while gasping.

Poison: I am the slave… you are the Master… Your pleasure is the only thing that is important in this relationship, Master… Everything that brings you pleasure, is my only wish to fulfill… I will never, ever ask for anything else in this life… than of your, to forever use me as you see fit… my Eternal Dark Master…

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Since that night, Ron had spoiled her, often ordering her to drink his sperm, slowly and at her own pace.

She preferred to swallow it, mouthful by mouthful.

She had looked at Ron a little… unhappily, but Ron simply stirred back firmly at her. She had obediently looked down again.

She lived for the second rule: Master is Master.

Ron felt how Poison gently packed Ron’s cock back in his pants and Ron gave a signal that she could come back up. No Waiter in sight.

Poison sat up and looked at Ron.

Ron smiled at her, but Poison never smiled; she just blinked. But from her, that was a huge thing.

Ron: How come you didn’t swallow it, mouthful by mouthful? This is a treat on you, after all.

Poison: Don’t be silly Ron. Just because this is meant for me, doesn’t mean I stop being your slave. Also… if I tasted your cum before the meal, everything would taste less in comparison and the meal would be ruined.

Ron smiled: Now, surely you jest…

Poison just looked at him with that same look that sorta told him she had no idea what was talking about.

Poison: What is this ‘jesting’ you speak of, Master?

They couldn’t say anymore, because now came the first part of the meal.

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The meal was rather unsurprising, believe it or not. They spoke a lot, they had a fun time. Ron giggled, Poison did her thing as a substitute, and as they sat in another cap on their way home, Poison seemed to take Ron on a faster route to the bedroom she shared with Peach.

Poison had a deal with Peach. She was gonna “Sleep” at Joss’ room tonight. Poison was rather sure they would watch her and Ron fuck all night.

Poison and Peach shared one other thing. Both were very much into voyeurism. They loved watching Ron having sex. It was partially why they were sharing a room. They loved watching each other fuck Ron as well.

Poison had said that Peach was more than welcome to come back in the early hours of the morning, when she and Ron were gonna be sleeping anyway and get her fair share.

Poison had bribed Vivian in her own way, to lock Selene up in the dungeon for a few days. It was not unusual, and Selene was clearly in need of it, so… it was simply a means to an end - that end being prolonging the time she had with Ron.

Selene, as head of the harem, had dibs on Ron’s first sex, every single morning. NO exceptions… except those… the girls made themselves.

Selene might rule the harem, but Vivian ruled Selene, and thus, there was a way. But Vivian was if anything a rock, and she was immovable. To sway her, took finesse, not brawn.

Poison had bought her favor, by sacrificing many, many… many precious slaves in the game; Lords of Andorran. Digital slaves of course, she was no savage. But these NPC’s were hard to come by, and Vivian’s character needed a lot of them in the game. So, Poison had to couch up.

But Vivian had been swayed, and thus she had later agreed to lock Selene up in her dungeon for 3 whole days.

3 days of unspeakable things. But Poison cared not.

She and Ron reached her room without being stopped by any of the other residents in the mansion - which was impressive given its number of occupants.

They were kissing as they entered the room.

It was dark in the room save the lamps on the bedside tables. There were two… very different lamps. One was gothic and looked like something that would fit well in a Vampire household. It casted a pale, almost strangled light on the dark side of the bed.

That side of the bed had all black sheets and duvet covers and pillows. The other side, where Peach slept, had the most wonderful and brightly pink colored… well… everything!

Peach had almost all her side of the room in Pink colors. What little wasn’t pink, was either baby blue, pure gold, bright green or a rare dust of white.

Poison’s side of the room was kept in Dark, gloomy and murky colors. From the walls, to the carpet. What decorations she had, held a theme, horror, vampire, bound human females in subjugation to their Eternal overlord. Poison was something of an artist - she had drawn all the arts on her side.

Peach drew as well, but her theme was mostly unicorns, fairies and the cutest little bunny rabbits tumbling over each other with butterflies on her noses.

The girls each had a desk both with a POWERFUL gaming computer. Peach’s was white and coated in cute stickers. Poison’s computer was black as the dark matter between the stars, and sent out a red light as if it sought to get away from the bright one directly across from it.

The bed was in the middle of the room. And the girls shared it. Right down the middle of it. One side was bright and happy in pink, the other was black and gloomy and Ron knew - he had seen it often - that Poison and Peach cuddled each other. And to Ron’s surprise, Peach had once mentioned, Poison simply can’t sleep alone, and she always wants to hug her. Peach didn’t mind it. Not at all. As mentioned she loved hugs, and she loved cuddles even more.

When Poison had one of her many nightmares or began to sob in her sleep, Peach was always there to hush her and hug her even closer. It always calmed her down.

But right now, Poison didn’t have Peach… She had an Eternal Master to serve.

Poison quickly undressed and stood naked in front of Ron.

Ron: Wow, you are fast.

Poison blinked. She crawled in on her bed, showing Ron her completely naked body, and also… that she had a butt plug in her ass.

Ron: Oh my gosh, Poison, have you been sitting on that all evening.

Poison: Yes, Master.

Poison was at her bedside desk, still rump raised, and Ron was inspecting her beautiful round ass.

Ron: Watcha doing?

Poison: Just getting dressed. I hate having sex without being correct.

Ron saw her remove her correct little black choker, and replace it with her usual, dog chain choker… the one who had Ron’s name engraved. And this time, Ron saw there was a leash attached to it.

Poison let out a sigh of relief: Finally, I can be brutally fucked without feeling like an equal to you…

She handed Ron the leash, and Ron smilingly took it. And yanked it backwards to get Poison to curve her back. And she did just that… For the first time tonight… the girl actually smiled.

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Joss: Oh my gosh you were right, Peach… Poison does smile when she thinks no one can see her.

Peach: Of course… She can’t help herself. To Poison, the feeling of Ron holding that leash of hers is the trust pleasure in the world. I think I want to try it one day too.

Naomi: Sure, it could be fun.

Ella said nothing, her eyes were glued to the computer screen they were watching. The cameras in the bedroom were fully functioning and they all could see Ron and Poison from all the best angles.

As mentioned, Peach and Poison were into Voyeurism, and they had installed cameras, perhaps not to see each other have sex with Ron in real time, but mostly to masturbate afterwards.

They enjoyed that a lot too. And… so it seemed, did Ella, Joss and Naomi.

Naomi: Shh, they are talking…

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Poison: What are your wishes, my Eternal Master?

Ron: Well… my purebred princess of the darkness… First I intend to fuck you like the bitch you are… then you will swallow me as long as I am… an then I shall enjoy that sweet and tight asshole of yours until you squirt all over the bed.

Poison: Oh my Master… I am forever your simple toy…

Ron pulled the leash and held absolute sway on his slave girl. He took the other end, and managed to lock it so it too held onto Poison’s choker, not unlike that of a horses’ reins.

Ron: Imagine yourself, as a dark mare… out for a ride.

Poison obediently swung her mane of hair as an eager young mare, ready to be ridden across the fields.

Ron held a good firm grip on the now reins, and then… he entered into her pussy, with his cock…

The sensation was phenomenal.

Ron had experienced the same with the other girls after their date… He couldn’t quite describe it, but it was almost as if the walls of Poison’s pussy tingled him even more intensely than before the date…

Perhaps it wasn’t solely on the girl's part… perhaps Ron was simply more prone to the feeling sensation after the date - or it was both.

Ron however impaled Poison’s pussy and the obedient girl let out a sound completely akin to that of a horse's neigh.

She lifted her right hand and pretended to scrape in the ground like an eager horse would with the hoof.

She neighed again.

Ron: Easy there girl easy… Will take it nice and easy at first.

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Yeah at first…

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Not two whole minutes passed before Ron was brutally ravishing Poison with her ass lifted high in the air, her head down in the mattress and Ron’s food on the side of her face.

She wasn’t neighing anymore, but she was loudly exclaiming her enjoyment.

Usually Poison was rather silent, but when Ron ordered her to scream out loud like the whore she was, she was screaming out loud to please him.

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Joss, Peach, Ella and Naomi were all sitting in the other room… and all were using a dildo… they had all brought each their favorite. They knew what tonight was gonna be. Peach however had sent the picture up on Joss’ big screen so they could enjoy it a little better.

Joss: I wish we could see the action… a little closer…

Joss looked at Peach, who quickly pressed some buttons.

A shot came up, but it wasn’t a good angle. She pressed again and the camera switched again.

This time they saw it all from the side of Poison’s pussy.

Naomi: Oh yeah… that’s the stuff!

All the girls began to dildo themselves more eagerly.

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Poison: Oh yes Master! Yes! Thank you… thank you… thank you for everything my Dark Master!

Ron yanked the choker: Shut up, slave! I want your sounds, not your words!

Poison continued to scream her pleasure out into the room.

It was incredible. Ron simply couldn’t get enough of Poison’s pussy, but he knew eventually he had to either change the position, and or cum.

And Poison was very insistent that he came the way that was most pleasurable to him. And that was inside.

Ron shoved his cock harder and harder into Poison’s pussy a good dozen times and then…

He sank as deep into her pussy as it was even possible and filled up her womb with his burning hot sperm.

As her clenching pussy milked him for all he was worth - or attempted to - he pulled it slowly from her pussy, which tried everything to keep it. With a suckling sound he was free and pulled the girl's head up from the mattress.

She was pulled around so her head landed between Ron’s legs, and the girl knew by instinct what to do.

She began to suck him, like she knew he liked it.

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Back in Joss’ room…

Joss: OOOOOH FUUUUUCK!!! GURGHH!!!!

Joss was cumming. And she was cumming hard. Spraying her pussy juice out over the dildo and the blanket. The girl wasn’t alone.

Peach was clambering down hard on her black Ron’s cock-shaped dildo as well. It was just a poor substitute for the real deal, but it was better than nothing.

Naomi was already resting after her orgasm. She had already creamed the moment they had seen Ron’s balls contract themselves to shoot their gut into Poison’s kitty.

Ella was pulling her big ass breasts in order to cling onto reality as her orgasm set in.

Joss: Oh fuck… I would kill to suck Ron’s cock right now…

Naomi: I know, girl… it’s always best, right after he nuts inside you…

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As Poison sucked Ron’s cock he went looking for her lubricating cream in her drawers. He found it in the second one from the top.

Ron: Alright Poison. It’s time to spear that perfect ass.

Poison: Your wish, is my deepest desire, my eternal Master.

She kissed his cock again and obediently turned around so her ass faced him. She was looking as hot as ever, and saw how the buttplug was jumping a little out, then got sucked back in, and was pushed a little out, and was sucked back in.

Ron smiled at the performance: Someone has been practicing for the occasion.

Poison: Every day, for 2 long weeks, Master.

Ron smiled and managed to grab the plug as it was pushed a little out. He grabbed hold of the knob at the end, and tried to pull it out, but Poison seemed to suck it back again.

Ron smiled and gave her ass a good smack.

Ron: Enough show off.

Poison pushed so the plug’s knob was free to grab. Ron grabbed it, and began to pull.

Ron was rather impressed. Not only was the plug larger than he had originally thought… it was one of those with balls on a line. 3 balls… the last being the biggest, and the first the smallest, but still big, to any novice.

But to Poison it was child’s play. Ron however marveled at the sight of each of the anal balls as they came free of her asshole.

When she was finally free from her burden Ron was impressed. For the entire evening, she had had these balls inside her ass…

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Naomi: How the heck… did she get those inside her?

Peach: I helped her… Now her ass should be all nice and creamy like butter.

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Ron stood behind her, and aligned his cock with her ass, and then… He impaled her. This time Ron was holding onto her shoulders as he ravished her tender, soft asshole.

It sucked him in, and the ability she had demonstrated with the butt plug was even more usable with Ron’s cock. It was incredible. He was ramming her ass with all the power and strength of a breeding bull.

Ron: Oh fuck Poison, your ass! It’s amazing! You could easily be a Rockwaller!

Poison didn’t much like Bonnie Rockwaller, but she understood a compliment from her Master.

Poison: If you only were to fuck my ass for all my life Master, I would still feel as the luckiest girl to ever have lived!

Ron pushed her down so she resembled a resting cat, but with her bum still raised. Ron plowed the asshole with all his length and strength.

It was so good.

Poison felt how she was literally speared by him. Ron was using her like a flashlight, and that was how she felt best. She didn’t want to be treated like a woman or even like a human when she had sex. She wanted to be used. Frankly the less ‘will’ she had the better. The less ‘consideration’ the better. She wanted her holes - all 3 of them - to be nothing but the playthings for her ‘partner’. In this case, her Master.

Ron was not her equal when they had sex - he was her superior. She wanted him to tell her what to do, how to act, what to say, or where to go. She had dedicated her body, her mind, her entire lifetime to Ron. Performed all matters of rituals to bind herself through the dark powers to Ron’s flesh and will. She was forever his.

Children - for she had the ability to make them - she would call blessings and raise to honor her Master, but hopefully she would continue to be the toy of their father no matter how many blessings she would carry to this world.

Poison opened her eyes.

She didn’t know how, but she was looking into her own mirror in the windows… Ron was holding her up in his strong arms and was lowering her ass onto his cock while standing. She had her back to him but that mattered not… All that mattered was that Ron was still enjoying her.

Her mind had gone blank again… she had had an orgasm and her fantasy had played tricks on her.

She was entering the bliss of the mind again. Her body was no longer hers. She left the plain of earthly problems. She was someone else’s property, and so were her problems.

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Ron woke up in the middle of the night.

The sounds of a whimpering voice caught him. He looked around as he recognized the voice as Poison’s, but… it was a scared and… crying sound.

He felt around, and soon he found her…

Somehow he and her had managed to throw each other off to the sides… probably after an explosive orgasm.

And now Poison was huddled up in a feeble position, and whimpering and crying.

Ron quickly came over and began to comfort her.

As soon as she sensed another body, Poison rolled over and spread her legs to encircle Ron’s waist. As magnetically drawn to her pussy, his cock rammed into her, and Poison threw her arms around his neck and back and held on tight…

Ron smiled and remembered one time he came into Peach and Poisons room to tell them to come down for breakfast.

Peach had shushed him and pointed at Poison in her arms. Poison was snuggled all the way up to her, and Peach hugged her ever so tightly. They were naked, but that wasn’t uncommon in the middle of the summer.

Ron had asked and Peach had just told him that Poison can’t sleep alone, and she can’t sleep without hugging someone. And since Peach loves hugs and loves Poison, she was the perfect forever bed Buddy.

Peach: She is like the best teddy bear in the world…

Ron: Why can’t she sleep alone?

Peach: I dunno… I just know she whimpers and cries when she isn’t hugged in her sleep. So I hug her aaaaaaaall night…

Peach gave Poison’s forehead a kiss.

Ron had smiled and asked if she wanted her breakfast in bed. Peach had said no, that they would just eat a lot for lunch. They had played video games all night.

Ron then left the girls so they could sleep.

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Poison woke up with sunlight hitting her face.

Her mouth was open and… she saw Ron’s cock was coming out of it. She was looking at the loins of her Master, bathed in the gentle light of the morning. The last thing she had done before passing out was evidently sucking Ron off.

He had clearly passed off as well too.

She remembered very little of the night. But her ass and pussy were sore enough to say that she had enjoyed it.

She came to her all fours, and began to dutifully suck Ron’s cock. His morning wood never failed, and it had been poking her mouth all morning.

He had evidently showered somewhere in the night, because the taste of pussy was gone and he only tasted like fresh cock.

Not too bad, but Poison loved the combined taste of pussy and cock.

She didn’t know how long she had sucked him when she heard the door to the room open.

She turned to look at the intruder, without letting go of Ron’s cock with her mouth. It was Peach in her jammies - which was some panties and something akin to a transparent top and some cute socks.

Peach saw the scene on her bed.

Peach: Oh…

She blushed and giggled.

Peach: Sorry… I thought you were sleeping… No noises.

Poison ignored her and continued sucking Ron off. Peach crawled into the bed and she too began to lick Ron’s cock.

Peach: So… how was… you date…

Poison rolled her eyes and made a little growl sound. Annoyed.

Peach: Oh, ok… later…

The girls were quiet and continued to suck Ron off while he rested after a loooooong night of sex.

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The end.