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Billion Dollar Harem	By : Mal Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 340454 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it did NOT happen. I do NOT know, nor have I ever met any of the celebrities who are portrayed in this story. I don't condone any actions contained here in, and I make no money from its distribution.

Chapter List
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Disclaimer:
The following is a work of fiction. It is not, in any way, intended to reflect reality. It is purely a fantasy originating in the deepest recesses of my mind. While real people do appear in this work, I, the writer of this work, in no way wish to see these individuals actually put in any situation contained therein. Furthermore, I do not, in any way, shape, or form, condone rape, kidnapping, violence, or any of the other questionable acts that appear herein. This work is not intended to endorse or condone anyone who would perform such vile acts. Anyone who would do any such things to a real-life person deserves punishments reserved only for those in the deepest circle of hell. In addition, I do not know, nor have I ever met Emma Watson, Margot Robbie, Taylor Swift, Bella Thorne, Chloe Moretz, Felicity Jones, Cara Delevingne, Dove Cameron. Ariana Grande or Kendall Jenner. The versions of them that appear in this story are fictional and purely based on their celebrity persona. I apologize if that offends you. My intention is only to entertain. Finally, I make no money from the distribution of this work.
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Story Codes: FF, Oral, Roleplay, Tribing
Day 47 (12:45 P.M.)
It had been a tense fifteen minutes since the master appeared from Ariana Grande’s cell and asked his harem mistress, Emma Watson to marry him. It was impossible not to notice how close he had come to doing something drastic and likely violent. But Emma managed to keep him calm and diffused the situation. In that moment of distraction, the remaining ladies all fled into the hallway that led to the exercise area and restrooms.
Now, in the quiet of the main room, the two lovers clung to each other. Emma, her arms around his neck, and Alex, kneeling and holding her tight around the waist. “I love you,” he whispered softly, into her ear.
Emma felt a little torn. On the one hand, it felt so right to be in her master’s arms. To know he loved her enough that he wanted to marry her. It felt good. It was oddly comforting, the thought that perhaps she was the one person in his harem who could make him jealous. But, on the other, she had potentially problematic feelings for Cara. Also, she was a prisoner and she couldn’t marry him without some level of equality. She just couldn’t… her feminist sensibilities simply wouldn’t allow it. Besides, with even a marginal level of parity, she could do much more to make the lives of everyone living down here better.
“I love you too,” she responded, into his ear and by gently kissing his cheek. She pulled back enough to look her master in the eyes. “Master,” she said, with a simple smile, “why don’t we go to your room and talk things over?”
Alex stood from where he’d been kneeling and dropped the ring into his pocket. He gave Emma a nod and flashed her a charming smile. “I think that’s a good idea,” he added, as he extended his hand to her. She took it, gave it a squeeze, and smiled. They then left the dorm and walked down the hall to his personal quarters.
They moved in silence, Emma holding her master’s arm and leaning against his shoulder while they walked. At the door, he used his thumbprint to get them in and then he sat down in the big leather recliner that sat right there in the entry room. She sat in his lap, put her feet up on the arm of the chair and rested her head against his chest.
“So, where should we start?” Alex asked, gently leaning back and putting the footrest up, so they were both nice and comfy.
“Well,” said Emma, still a little nervous. “First, let’s just get this out of the way. I would love to marry you. But, not without some conditions.”
“Fair enough,” He said, pulling her close and draping his arms around her waist. “Let’s hear ‘em and we’ll see what we can do.”
Emma nodded slowly as she wrung her hands in thought. “Obviously,” she started carefully, “you can’t free us… so true equality is… Well, it’s just not possible.” She glanced up into his eyes, apprehensive to see his response. Upon seeing a calm, expectant look on Alex’s face, she felt safe to continue. “But I do think a reasonable facsimile of it is.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Full access to the house. The ability to move freely anywhere inside that I want at any time… and power over the guards. Plus… you should take my thoughts into consideration before you punish someone. Sometimes… you can be so cruel…” She glanced away as she added that last part, mostly because she was embarrassed at how she herself had shown cruelty in the past.
Alex nodded carefully as if considering. “And I suppose I’m just trusting you not to call for help?”
“Marriage should be about trust, right? Besides,” she added, stroking his chest and gazing up at him, her big brown eyes full of innocence and, somehow, lust at the same time, “you already gave me the chance… I didn’t take it then. Why would I now?” It was difficult to say just how he would react to these first requests. They were big steps. She knew they were but she also knew they were concessions that needed to be made for her to feel like she was his partner and not just a powerful member of his harem.
“Fair enough,” he said, smiling and gently rubbing her lower back. “What else?”
“Well,” she glanced nervously down at her lap. “I saw how jealous you got when I said no to your proposal… How you looked like you were going to do something mean to Cara… I think it’s important that we talk about our relationships…”
“Okay,” he said, with a gentle nod. “As long as you don’t plan to tell me I can’t be involved with the other ladies of the harem.”
“No, master… Nothing like that. I mean I do think you could treat us better… but I meant more in regards to how much time we spend together, how much you spend with the other girls, and… well, about Cara and I.”
“Are you suggesting a schedule?”
Emma grinned and looked up at him. “I do think it would encourage good behavior in a non-violent way.”
“So, we’d schedule a date for every girl on a different night and as long as she maintained good behavior, she would get an evening with me? I assume she would be allowed to bring her own ‘date,’ if we both agreed to it? And, I’d still have free reign to be with someone else if I so choose during the morning or afternoon?”
“I think that would work great, Master. Everyone in the harem would like the time to spend with you, but the randomness also inspires competitiveness, and that can lead to violence and jealousy between the others.”
“And about you and me… and you and Cara?”
“I was thinking if we were married, I could have carte blanche to join you at your evening ‘date’ as a way of spending more time with you. I’d have my own scheduled night, of course. But I… well, I also have feelings for Cara. And, I don’t really think you have the right to get jealous of her. You don’t see me getting jealous of the girls you favor.”
“I don’t have favorites…”
Emma gave him a flat look and crossed her arms as if to say, “yeah right.” But instead of saying that, she just said, “Taylor… Dove, even Ari… I’ve seen how you treat them. You might be mean to Taylor, but she loves it and you love that she gets off on it. You treat Dove like she’ll break, and Ari, well she is the only one with her own special privileges…”
“Okay… I suppose you’re right.” It only seemed fair to give Emma what she wanted here, after all it could be really hot for her to join his date night, especially if the lady in question brought her own date. She was really good at her job after all and, despite denying it, was clearly a little jealous of some of his favorites. He shifted his arms to pull her closer into his chest and, when she snuggled in closer, he gently kissed her ear. “I favor you the most though…”
She shuddered at his closeness and at the tenderness of his words. Though she had been a part of many of Alex’s recent sex acts, it had been nearly a week since Emma had felt her master inside of her. “I know,” she sighed, as she shifted her ass to gently grind against his cock.
“Should we recap, just to make sure we’re both on the same page?” As he spoke, he slowly slid one hand up her thigh and pressed it to her pussy. Today she wore a simple white summer style dress with little blue flowers. It hung to mid-thigh, but sitting in her master’s lap it had ridden up to nearly expose the little pink g-string she was wearing.
Emma nodded lazily, reveling in the feeling of Alex’s hands on her body. “Okay,” she sighed. “But don’t think I’m not paying attention…”
Alex laughed softly into her ear. “I would never accuse you of such a heinous crime.” Again, Emma nodded into his chest, and shifted her head so she could look up at him as he went over her contingencies. “You want access to the house and power over the guards as a way to make us as equal as possible.”
His hands gently roamed her body. He touched the tiny strip of fabric that guarded her pussy and pressed softly against it. “You want me to consult with you before I administer any punishments.” Emma sighed in agreement, spreading her legs ever so slightly to give him better access. “You want me to schedule date nights, so every girl gets an equal chance to spend time with me… as long as she has been exhibiting good behavior. And that she can bring her own date, if she wishes. Right?”
Emma murmured a contented sound in agreement, and Alex lifted one hand to her breasts, gently cupping one. He squeezed it tenderly and said, “you want the freedom to spend time with Cara, and for me not to get jealous of that relationship.” Tweaking a nipple delicately between his fingers as he lightly rubbed her clit over her panties. “Finally, you want to have a choice whether to join me on my date nights with the other girls. Is that about it?” He asked, leaning in to kiss her.
As their lips met, Emma nodded and sighed the word yes. They shared a deep, intimate kiss. Alex continued to explore his lover’s body and she turned to straddle him. When their lips parted several moments later, both were breathless. Emma looked down at him, meeting his gaze and nervously chewed her lip. “Yes…” she said again, this time with timid innocence. “…I, I’ll marry you.”
Alex grinned and shifted so he could fish the ring out of his pocket. Emma held out her hand and wriggled her fingers, her eyes sparkling with tears of joy. He slipped the ring on her finger and lifted his eyes back to hers. “I love you,” he said tenderly.
“I know,” she said, with a smile as tears fell to her cheeks. “I love you too.”
They kissed again, and when Emma pulled back a few moments later, she laughed softly. “Shall we celebrate?”
“What did you have in mind?”
Emma’s gaze shifted to the door to his bedroom. “I think you’ll have to carry me though, my knees are too weak to stand.”
Alex laughed and stood up, pulling Emma to his chest, and effortlessly holding her against him. She wrapped her legs around him as he carried her into his bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and sat back on his knees to look down at her. “You make me so happy,” he said, almost sadly. “I never thought I’d say that to anyone, let alone…”
“…to a slave…” She smiled sadly when he nodded. It was a vulnerability that Emma had always suspected lay just below his rugged good looks and alpha personality. The sadness of spending a life alone. “Alex,” she said sympathetically, sitting up and sliding into his lap. She took his chin and gazed into his eyes. “You make me happy too.”
He wrapped his arms around her and held her near. “I wish we could have known each other under… different circumstances.”
“I know.” She held him in her arms, cradling him to her chest and gently kissed his ear. “But we have each other now, and all we can do is make the best of it.”
He nodded into her chest and held her tight. They laid back and, instead of making love, just held onto one another, enjoying the tender warmth and the feeling of being close.

Day 47 (1:00 P.M.)
It didn’t take long for Emma and the master to exit the main dorm and head back to his room. When they left, Taylor reentered and, with a sigh, fell onto one of the room’s many couches. She closed her eyes and laid there, feeling sorry for herself. In her mind, she was sure Emma and the master were engaged by now and she wanted him all to herself. It didn’t seem fair. Emma had everything, and she, nothing… It was a miserable feeling to be alone. But, she bottled her feelings up, thinking things could only get better from here, right? A few minutes passed, and she heard some of the others come in as well and move about the room, resuming what they had been doing before.
That was when she felt a head bump against her hand that was dangling from the side of the couch. “Meow,” Ari called sadly, and brushed her cheek against the blonde’s outstretched limb. The cute little kitty beamed a smile when Taylor glanced over and wrapped her fingers around her slender, collared neck. “Meow,” said Ari again, with more enthusiasm as she turned her head to rub it against Taylor’s arm.
“You want some attention, kitty?” Taylor asked, with as much enthusiasm as her sullen mood would allow.
“Meow,” Ari replied, moving closer and pressing her head against the blonde’s shoulder.
“Well up you go then,” Taylor said, with a little more eagerness, and turned to hoist the tiny, former diva up onto her chest. Ari curled up, placing her head between Taylor’s boobs and began to purr as the blonde pet her head and neck.
Taylor closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth and closeness of another “person.” It was hard to know if she should feel sad at how even this harmless cuddling was making her feel warm between her legs. She tenderly rubbed the brunette’s head and neck, scratching behind her ears, and listening to her softly purr in response. It felt good to be close to someone—thing? She wasn’t really sure, but cat—human, it mattered little to her as long as she was sexy and if Ari was one thing… it was hot, especially in that latex catsuit.
Time passed as the two former divas enjoyed one another’s company in an odd display of nonsexual affection. Soon, Ari was sleeping, her purring replaced by very soft snoring. Taylor, her hand still snug against the kitty’s lower back, was dozing, when she felt a presence standing over her. She cracked one eye, only to see Margot, of all people, crouching next to her.
“Hi,” said the blonde Aussie. She placed a hand on Ari’s back and gently rubbed the kitty with a smile. “Felicity and I were in the exercise room, where this kitty was stalking around, causing trouble. I casually mentioned that you loved cats. Now, what do I see, but you curled up with one?”
“She’s cute, I suppose,” said Taylor, with a grin. Her gaze traveled past the blonde into the kitchen where her partner was making them lunch, well out of earshot. “Not as cute as you, though,” she said, in a seductive whisper.
Margot arched an eyebrow with a playful smile. “Why, Ms. Swift, are you hitting on me?”
“We’ve had some fun in the past…” said the former diva. “We could again…”
Margot laughed softly, despite herself. It was flattering to have such an attractive and once so very famous woman like Taylor hitting on her. “I’m not cheating on Felicity,” she said matter-of-factly. “I just came over to check on you…after today’s big announcement.”
Again, Taylor’s eyes drifted past the blonde into the kitchen. “Please…” she said, grinning and looking into Margot’s impossibly green eyes. “I saw how she,” her eyes darting back to Felicity, “got off watching you and me on stage…” She reached up, touching Margot’s cheek. “I could do that for you again…” she chewed her lip, gazing deep into the Aussie’s eyes. “Get you both off,” she added, in a husky voice.
Margot had the good grace to blush and take a deep breath. “I…I hadn’t—” she said flustered.
“Well,” said Taylor, running a finger down the other woman’s check and gently over her thick lips to cup her chin. “Maybe you should…”
Margot stood up, out of the reach of the voracious former pop star. Her eyes traveled up and down the singer’s long, slender body and she took a deep breath. “I’ll... I’ll have to take it up with her… first…”
“You do that,” Taylor said, casually placing her hand on Ari’s back and closing her eyes. “I’ll be here when you’re ready.” It was a bluff really. But based on Margot’s reaction to the idea, it seemed a safe bet that she was interested. Confidence, Taylor figured, was key here… so she was hedging that Margot would respond better if she seemed indifferent.
Taylor didn’t open her eyes but felt the shadow of Margot depart from over her and then heard her walk into the kitchen. There were quiet voices as the Aussie and the Brit spoke in hushed tones. She kept her eyes closed, continuing to hold the snoozing kitty in her arms. Soon enough, she too fell asleep.
Day 47 (3:00 P.M.)
Cara Delevingne sat low on one of the plush leather sofas in the VIP lounge, her legs stretched out in front of her and feet up on a fine, dark wood coffee table. The TV remote sat idly on her tummy as she watched a movie with a less than enthused expression on her face. She’d finished her chores and her exercise, took a shower, and now was waiting, hoping her lover would pass by soon so she could discover the fate of their burgeoning relationship.
The lanky Brit was accompanied by Chloe Moretz who was spread out on the room’s exotic plush rug, coloring books splayed out in front of her. She was laying on her stomach, feet up in the air and bouncing back and forth as she painted the pages in vibrant colors. As if reading her mind, she looked over at Cara and, in a grating, girlish voice said: “Auntie…do you think Mommy and Daddy will get married?”
Cara rolled her eyes. It was at least the fourth or fifth time she’d asked that question. “Jesus, Clo, for the hundredth time, I have no idea…” There had been a bit more heat to her voice than she intended, but she was beginning to feel anxious that the master would do something terrible to her if Emma refused. And, the longer Emma remained absent, the more she felt the likelihood of that refusal…
“You don’t have to be so mean…” Chloe said sadly, looking back to her coloring books.
Cara tried not to sigh. Chloe was right, she didn’t have to be mean, she didn’t intend to be. “I’m sorry,” she said genuinely, as she paused the movie and looked down at the dejected little girl. “Would a hug make you feel better?”
Chloe nodded sadly, looking down at the floor. “Yes…” she mewled.
“Okay,” said Cara, holding out her arms. “Come give Auntie a hug.” This whole Auntie Cara thing was still new to her. But, at the moment, Chloe was all she had and she could at least sympathize with the actress turned little girl. For right now they were in the same boat, neither knew what this new turn of events would bring to their relationship with Emma.
Chloe bounced up off the floor and ran over to the couch, her little pink princess dress swishing as she moved. She flung herself at Cara, wrapped her arms around the slender blonde’s waist, and squeezed her tight. “Auntie,” she cooed, as the Brit returned the hug.
Cara gently patted her back as the little girl held her tight. “I’m sorry I was mean, Clo. I didn’t mean to be. I’m just worried about Emma.”
“Me too,”she sobbed, saddling in closer to her ‘Auntie.’ She pressed her nubile little body against Cara, throwing one leg over hers and hiding her face in the crook between the Brit’s shoulder and neck. An awkward moment passed as the two ladies rested in each other’s arms before Chloe asked, “Auntie?”
“Yeah, Clo?” Responded Cara, resting her head against the top of the little girl’s in an attempt to show affection.
“If mommy tells daddy that she won’t marry him… and… I can’t live with them anymore… can I come stay with you?”
Cara paused, trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness of that question. They were both prisoners in a sex dungeon. Chloe didn’t ‘live’ with either Emma nor the master. She had her own room. There was so much wrong with the question that Cara almost didn’t know where to begin. But, as Chloe angled her head to look up at the contemplative Brit, and Cara saw the tears in her eyes, she thought better of rebuking the teenaged ‘little girl.’ “Sure, baby,” she said, squeezing her tight and brushing her cheek against Chloe’s head. “You can live with me.”
Chloe beamed, she smiled and pulled back to look Cara in the eyes. “Thank you! Thank you, thank you!” she chanted. She bit her lip and planted a kiss on Cara’s lips, squeezed her tight, and then rested her head on the Brit’s chest.
Again, Cara tried not to sigh. It was unclear just what she’d gotten herself into, but she didn’t want to blame Chloe too much. After all, the teen had been traumatized by this place, and the mental damage done to her could just as easily have been done to any of the others. She rested her hand on the back of the little girl’s neck and held her close as she unpaused the movie.
She watched the movie, feeling her melancholy return as Chloe laid against her. For the next five or ten minutes she watched with nothing out of the ordinary occurring, well anymore than the fucked up situation she’d been in before. Then, Cara felt the little girl’s hand creeping up the inside of her thigh. At first, she didn’t think anything of it, that is, until she felt fingers sliding into the leg of her tiny black shorts. “Clo,” she asked, shifting uncomfortably, “what are you doing?”
“Auntie,” she whispered seductively, bringing her thick, pouty lips to Cara’s neck and kissing it gently. “I can feel how tense you are…” she brought her lips up to Cara’s ear and gently probed it with her tongue. The little girl’s hot breath on her skin sent a tingling shiver through the skinny Brit’s slender body. “Just let your little niece take care of you… I can make you feel good. You know I can…”
Cara shuddered, closing her eyes and involuntarily shifting her hips into Chloe’s hand. “Clo… I don’t know.” She moaned then softly as the little girl pressed her fingers against Cara’s panty covered pussy. “...are, are you sure we should be doing this… you know, without Emma? I mean your mommy.”
“Mommy won’t care,” she sighed, as she began to lightly suck on Cara’s earlobe. “She was the one that wanted us to spend time together in the first place.” As she spoke, the little blonde firmly pressed her fingers against Cara’s clit and began to rub in a slow circle.
There was more than one issue with what was happening. First and foremost, Cara wasn’t sure if her lover would consider it cheating if she had sex with her ‘little girl.’ Obviously, she wanted what she had with Emma to continue… But, she was also pretty sure that Chloe was right. Emma was much less likely to care about this than if she went down the hall and fucked Taylor or one of the other ladies down here.
Second, they were on the couch, right out in the open. It was true they were in the VIP lounge. But Margot and Felicity could stumble across them at any moment and she was sure that meeting would be exceedingly awkward if they caught her like this.
Finally, it was one thing to placate Chloe with the whole ‘Auntie Cara’ thing, but it seemed quite another to give into her bizare incestuous fantasies… Cara could only imagine how this must look. A little blonde teenager curled up against her, wearing a ridiculous pink princess dress and fingering her as she whispered ‘Auntie Cara,’ again and again.
Those thoughts came to Cara in a blur as more pressing matters, literally, came to occupy her attention. Chloe slid Cara’s thong over to one side and, as she sucked on her neck, slipped two fingers into her now dripping cunt. The lanky Brit moaned softly and clutched the princess dress clad little girl closer. “Cho…” she whispered, “...that feels really nice.”
Chloe pressed her middle and ring finger into Cara as far as they would go, rubbing her palm against the lanky Brit’s mound as she did. She spread her fingers inside, eliciting another soft moan. “Of course it does, Auntie,” she sighed, wriggling her hand up and down. “Your little niece knows how to take care of you.” The little blonde then wrapped her lips back around Cara’s neck and continued to suck ardently at the sweet, tender flesh.
“Fuck it,” Cara thought. It might be weird, but Chloe sure knew how to use her fingers… She clutched the little girl tight. One hand held her around the neck, holding her head and suckling mouth close to her throat. She turned her hips and spread her legs wide, giving Chloe better access and, with her other arm, seized the blonde’s small, shapely ass.
Chloe seized her dress with her unoccupied hand and bunched it up around her waist. She wiggled her hand up and down, sloshing her fingers around in her Auntie’s hot, wet cunt and continued to suck on her neck. She then straddled her Auntie’s leg, pressing her own moist pussy against her thigh. “Auntie, you taste so sweet, and your pussy is so wet… It’s really turning me on…”
Cara gasped, her head rolling back in pleasure as Chloe continued to keep her fingers pressed deep inside and just roll her hand up, down, and around in a circle. She held the little girl tight about the ass and pulled her closer, dragging her pussy over her leg as she did. “It's okay, baby,” she whispered. “You just hump Auntie’s leg while you do what you're doing. I’ll help you get off.”
The little girl in the pink princess dress did just as she was told. She pressed her crotch against Cara’s leg and began to grind on her as she fingered her Auntie’s pussy. Thrusting her hips, Chloe began to breathe heavily and work her arm back and forth.
Soon, a wet sloshing sound echoed off the walls as Chloe slammed her hand into Cara’s cunt. Each time she rammed her fingers in, she placed the flat of her palm against the Brit’s quivering mound and rubbed it around in a circle. The lanky Brit was moaning and pressing her pelvis into her little neice’s thrusting digits.
After a couple minutes of that, Chloe’s twat was leaking like a sieve as she rubbed it back and forth on Cara’s leg. Streaks of sticky girl cum dribbled down the Brit’s thigh onto the couch. But Cara scarcely noticed as, right about then, Chloe thrust her hand forward, sliding a third finger into the moaning blonde supermodel.
“Fuck!” Cara exclaimed, as the little girl’s fingers stretched her cunt wide.”God damn that feels good…” Her chest was rapidly rising and falling and now her perky nipples could be seen poking against the fabric of her little black t-shirt. She clutched Chloe hard, looking down at her as she continued to ride her leg. “Come give Auntie a kiss,” she gasped, as the little blonde again rubbed her palm against Cara’s mound.
“Oooh,” Auntie Cara,” she moaned, rising up enough to bring her lips to the slender blonde’s.
Cara pulled her the rest of the way, her hand still holding tight to the little girl’s neck. As their lips met, she moaned into her mouth, spreading her lips for Chloe’s hungry tongue to explore. Tongues passed back and forth as the two hot, lusty women fucked passionately and held each other close. When their lips parted, Cara was right on the edge.
“I’m gonna cum, baby, fuck your Auntie harder!” She smiled at the little blonde, her face contorted in ecstasy, and brushed her check.
Chloe slammed her hand into Cara’s pussy, her three dainty fingers spreading her cunt wide. Her palm slapped against the Brit’s clit and she ground her hand into it. Cara shifted her hips, meeting the little girl’s fingers and, just when her hand met her mound in a ricochet of flesh, the blonde supermodel orgasmed.
Chloe wriggled her hand up, down, and all around, spreading her fingers wide inside her spasming Auntie. She brought her lips back to her neck and continued to suck on it as she felt Cara orgasming on her hand.
The Brit held her little niece in her arms as her breathing slowed. She continued to thrust her pelvis against Chloe’s hand as the euphoria from orgasm slowly faded. “That was so good, baby,” she said, smiling down at the little girl who was still suckling on her neck.
“Did you like it, Auntie?” Chloe said, smiling and pulling back to look at Cara, revealing the tell-tale signs of a hickey where her lips had just been.
“It was great,” Cara responded, gazing into Chloe’s sexy green eyes. “But,” she asked, knowing the answer and frowning a bit because of it, “did you get yours?”
The little girl’s bottom lip stuck out in a pout and she glanced down at Cara’s stomach, shaking her head sadly. “No, Auntie,” she mumbled, in disappointment.
“Well,” Cara said, grinning, as she disentangled herself from the tangle of Chloe’s dress and limbs. “What would your mommy say if I left you unsatisfied?”
Chloe shrugged sadly, not looking up from the couch. “I don’t know…” she whimpered.
Cara began to strip off her clothes. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her perky boobs and hard, pert nipples. Her shorts and thong hit the ground next, showing her pussy, pink from the attention it had just received and with strains of girl cum still dribbling down her leg. “Well, I don’t plan to find out,” she responded, with a laugh.
The suddenly bashful little girl looked up hopefully at her now fully nude Auntie. Lust burned in her sultry green eyes and she bit her lip in arousal. She then moved to slip her dress over her head.
Cara placed a hand on Chloe’s as she went to undress. “Leave it on baby… I want to see you cum while wearing it…” She leaned in and kissed her niece on the forehead and her eyes lit up with mischief. “Just bunch it up around your waist and lay back. Let Auntie take care of the rest…”
That statement seemed to turn the little girl on immensely, as she chewed her lip and stared at Cara like she was a goddess. “Yes, Auntie,” she added, almost timidly. She then shifted on the couch and bunched the pink princess dress up around her waist, leaving her bottom half bare and the top covered in frills and lace.
Chloe looked up at Cara expectantly as she settled back on the couch, not knowing quite what to expect next. A scant moment passed as the Brit watched the little girl. That was when Cara took the little girl’s left ankle in hand and brought Chloe’s foot to her lips.
“Are you gonna be my good little girl?” Cara asked, gazing into Chloe’s desperate eyes and finally beginning to see what Emma saw in this relationship. It might be wrong, but in a place like this where she had no power, to exert some over someone as malleable as Chloe made her feel more in control. It felt good. The little girl nodded shyly to her question and she brought her tongue to Chloe’s foot and dragged it seductively over the heel, across the arch, and up to her toes.
Chloe’s eyes closed in pleasure as her Auntie began to suck on her toes. She barely even noticed as her leg moved higher in the air or as Cara slid between her now wide spread legs. She was too distracted by the British bombshell sucking on her toes. One by one, slowly and lovingly, teasing her to get her back in the mood, Auntie ran her tongue between each little piggie, watching her with burning blue eyes. Chloe felt her pussy clenching in desire as Cara lapped seductively at her foot, leaving thin trails of saliva. She was so caught up in the Brit’s intense gaze, watching as each little toe moved enticingly back and forth between her lips that she didn’t even notice Cara covertly moving into position.
Cara took Chloe’s leg and held it against her body. She lowered herself down and pressed her pussy against the little girl’s hot, wet twat. They both groaned as Cara kissed Chloe’s ankle and then slowly thrust her hips forward, grinding her cunt against the little blonde’s. She started with slow, steady thrusts, moving her pussy back and forth against Chloe’s, their clits mashed together.
Cradling the little girl’s spindley little leg to her chest, Cara began to rock her hips back and forth. The sensation as her clit brushed and thumped against Chloe’s was amazing. Both began to gasp in pleasure and gently grind their pelvis’ together when they met. Cara, her eyes closed in elation, moaned softly and reached down to playfully squeeze one of Chloe’s boobs through her little pink dress.
“Auntie,” Chloe moaned, as she thrust her hips into Cara’s, “fuck…” She began to pant and grip the sides of the couch, moving her hips in time with Cara so they met in a powerful clap of pleasure. “You’re getting me so, wet, Auntie… please, please don’t stop!”
“Are you my good girl?” Cara asked, through the gasps and sighs of pleasure.
Chloe bit her lip, her green eyes gazing shyly up into Cara’s blue and nodded childishly. “Yes,” she cooed, as her hips again collided into Cara’s.
“Tell me,” Cara said, with a wicked grin. As she spoke, she shifted forward and really mashed her pussy against Chloe’s. “Tell me what a good girl you are.”
“Ooooh, Auntie,” Chloe gasped, her head rocking back and forth as Cara humped her cunt. “I’m a really good girl. I dress up real pretty for you, and, and-- fuck!” Her head lolled back, her mouth gaped open, and she began to moan like a whore. Her head was now hanging off the side, bouncing up and down as Cara’s insistent thrusting pushed her toward the edge of the couch.
“What else?” Cara asked, sliding her hand up from Chloe’s perky boobs to her throat which she gently and playfully squeezed.
“MMMmmmmhhh,” Chloe moaned. “I--I, fuck Auntie you’re gonna make me cum.” She grunted, held on tight to the couch, hoping not to fall off, and slammed her cunt into Cara’s. She looked up, seeing her Auntie’s lithe sexy body now covered in a fine sheen of sweat, writhing as she thrust back and forth. “I--” she gasped, “I’ll tongue fuck Mommy’s ass for you!” she said, in halted staccato, as with each thrust, a burst of pleasure interrupted what she was saying.
“MMMmmmm, you are a good girl,” Cara said, with a grin. She moved her hand further up, running her fingers into Chloe’s gaping mouth. Without halting her thrusting, she began to gently finger fuck the little girl’s filthy mouth. “Or, should I say a bad girl.” She stopped suddenly, pressing her hips hard into Chloe’s. “Should Auntie punish you? Or...” she said, as she ground her hips back and forth, sending waves of pleasure through the little girl, “...reward you for being so naughty?”
Cara’s slim digits ran over Chloe’s tongue as her mouth hung agape in pleasure. “Plwease,” she gurgled around the intruding fingers in her mouth. “Lwet me cum…”
The Brit grinned down at the panting, gasping, moaning little girl. She looked like some sexual pervert’s sick fantasy. Dressed in a gaudy pink princess dress, sweating, eyes rolling and thrusting back against her in undeniable pleading for pleasure. Cara felt she could now say that while being called Auntie was still a little weird, it was also incredibly hot to roleplay that experience with such a hot, willing little slut like Chloe. She probed deep into her mouth, bottoming out her fingers, knuckles pressed to her lips. Chloe gagged violently, but spasmed as Cara slammed their cunts together.
“Then cum, slut…” Cara grunted, her own pleasure building to near orgasmic heights. Chloe moaned deep, drooling and panting around the Brit’s fingers. While Cara, still holding the little girl’s slim leg to her chest, continued to writhe her body as she thrust her hips. She held Chloe by the chin, her fingers still lodged her throat, used it to hold the little girl in place and again rocked her pelvis into Chloe’s.
Both groaned as flesh slapped against flesh. Chloe spasmed and began to cum, her body shaking in orgasmic waves of pleasure, as Cara continued to hump her pussy. Three, four, five more collisions later, Chloe was drooling and had stopped moaning. The pleasure was all that consumed her. While Cara had pushed herself right to the edge.
With one more climactic clash of flesh to flesh, Cara reared her head back and moaned deep. Waves of orgasmic energy wracked her body and all she could do was hold her spasming pussy against Chloe’s and gently rock her hips. “Fuck--!” she gasped, “Cum for me! Cum for your Auntie.”
In a moment of supreme clarity, Chloe reached out and grabbed Cara’s ass as both continued to spasm in orgasm. With a tight hold, she rocked her own hips, grinding her pussy against her ‘Auntie’s’. “Auntie Cara!” she exclaimed. “I’m cumming!” And with the hold they shared and limited hip motion, the two hot blondes continued to rub their cunts together as they experienced a powerful, mutual orgasm.
Cara looked down, her lithe naked body was covered in a sexy, sheen of fine sweat. It trailed between her perky boobs and over her tight abs, right down to where her pussy was mashed against her little niece’s. “Clo…” she sighed. “...that was...great.”
Chloe smiled blearily up at Cara, her chest rising and falling as she fought to catch her breath. “Auntie,” she whispered, chewing her lip and again shyly meeting her gaze. “I love you…”
With a laugh, Cara fell forward and kissed Chloe lightly on the lips. “I love you too, baby,” she said. The little girl released her hold on the couch to wrap her arms around Cara’s slim waist. Their lips met in a sweet, but passionate kiss. But as it deepened, both slipped off the side of the couch onto the floor.
The two girls shared a laugh and curled up against one another after a second intimate kiss. “Want to finish watching that movie now?” Cara asked, holding her little niece in her arms.
“Yes, Auntie.” Chloe said, curling against Cara to make herself more comfortable.
Day 47 (3:30 P.M.)
Margot and Felicity were heading back to the room they shared for an afternoon nap after completing their chores for the day. They walked hand in hand down the hall from the main dorm when Felicity looked over at her partner and said suddenly, “I wouldn’t mind watching you and Taylor.” She glanced over at the sexy blonde, an anxious expression on her face. “I think we’d need some ground rules though before I would agree.”
“Of course,” Margot said, meeting Felicity’s concerned look with a reassuring smile. “What do you have in mind?”
They rounded the corner toward the VIP lounge as Felicity bit her lip and considered her lover’s question. After a few more steps, she was prepared to answer when both heard the soft, eager grunting of what could only be the sounds of fucking.
“I’m gonna cum, baby, fuck your Auntie harder!”
They exchanged an amused look and crept closer down the hall, thoughts of Taylor Swift and her proposal forgotten. It was there, in the shadowy recesses of the hallway, just in sight of the VIP lounge that they caught sight of Chloe Moretz dressed in a frilly pink princess dress fingerbanging Cara Delevingne to orgasm. Margot heard her partner take a deep inhalation of breath, felt the grip on her hand tighten, and she knew the petite Brit was probably already dripping wet.
She pinned the captive brunette against the wall, clapping a hand over her mouth to muffle the startled yelp the move elicited. “You, watch…”she whispered, gazing into Felicity’s gorgeous green eyes as they watched the scene before them. “Don’t make a sound,” she breathed into her ear, lifting the Brit’s hand to replace her own. “I’ll take care of you…”
It felt good, her lover pinning her to the wall. It was like Margot was in perfect sync with her mind and body, knowing exactly what she wanted and what turned her on. Felicity breathed in her scent and trembled against her as she whispered into her ear, the smell was enticing. Between those feelings and the scene before her, she felt her pussy clench in desire and grow moist in anticipation.
Margot then sank slowly to her knees, lifting Felicity's shirt to kiss her way down the brunette’s slim, sexy body. As she reached her knees, the Brit wrapped the fingers of her other hand through her hair and cradled Margot’s neck, her eyes still glued to the action. Margot then pulled Felicity’s shorts down, sliding them off her legs and cast them aside onto the floor. She moved forward and gently brushed her nose against the brunette’s slim gash of pubic hair, breathing her scent in deep.
As Margot’s nose gently brushed through her fine pubic hair, Felicity trembled. She had to bite her hand to stifle a moan, her body aching in anticipation. Panting, she cradled her lover’s head, it was all she could do to hold back a gasp as the blonde sank lower. Her heart swelled with love for Margot, it was amazing how she knew just what to do and it felt so right having her do it. She wanted to look, to smile and tell her so, but at the moment she was far too captivated by the display Cara and Chloe were putting on to look down or to speak out.
“Fuck you smell good,” said Margot, basically to no one, as her audience’s attention was captive elsewhere. As Margot began to gently lap at her slit, Felicity lifted one leg, cradling it to the Aussie’s back and pulling her in close. Then, as Cara began to hump Chloe’s pussy, Margot slowly and lovingly tongue fucked Felicity’s.
Day 47 (4:00 P.M.)
Emma Watson lifted her head from her master’s chest, wiping the sleep from her eyes. It had been a good nap, lounging against the man she loved. He looked up at her and gave her that signature grin she’d come to know so well and she couldn’t help but smile. “Master?” she asked, biting her lip and running her hands over his abs. “Do you think…” she hedged, looking down nervously. “...I mean do you think it would be possible to…” she trailed off again, not sure if it was a good idea to ask for more concessions, especially after she’d already agreed to marry him.
“It's okay,” he said, sitting up and pulling her to his chest. “Just spit it out. We’re in this together now,” he added, glancing down at his ring on her hand.
Emma had the decency to blush. She raised the ring to her finger and looked at him around it. “Master…” she said smiling. “I just thought it would be romantic if… you know, we could make it legal…”
“Our marriage?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She blushed again, looking down. “Well… yeah. Don’t you think?”
Alex considered the idea, pulling his bride to be closer and watching her shy expression. “All it would take really would be to create a marriage licence and have it notarized. That part is easy. Ukuza is a notary. He sometimes notarizes documents so I don’t have to travel… Anyway. I bet I could even, with a discrete bribe or some covert activity, slip a copy of the contract into the record office here in Alberta. It would be on record… and no one would know…”
Emma could see, by the look on his face that this was just the sort of thing Alex loved. He could legally marry her and only the two of them would have to know. She smiled and gently kissed him, leaning in as she did to breathe into his ear. “Legal jargon has never been so fucking hot…”
“Yeah?” he responded, with a chuckle. “Well…” he whispered, sliding his hand up her leg and under her dress. “...I could go into more detail, but, I think it would interrupt our celebration…”
Emma gave him a serious look, which only held a moment before she too grinned. “It would,” she agreed. She kissed him as he rubbed her pussy. Then slowly she slid down his body, helped him out of his pants, and took him into her mouth. When he was about to blow, she rose up, slipped her panties off, and whispered. “Fuck me, Master.”
They spent the afternoon, the evening, and well into the night celebrating. They took breaks, of course, to eat and lounge in the pool to give their bodies time to recoup. But it was well after 2 a.m. when Emma fell asleep in his arms, naked in his bed.
Though most of her thoughts that day were occupied with Alex and their uncertain future, she did spare a thought or two for Cara. She hoped, based on the way things had been left earlier that day, that her lover was doing okay and that she hadn’t spent too much of the day worrying over her and the state of their relationship. Her last thought, as she drifted off to sleep, was that things were beginning to look up. That maybe she could find happiness here with her new, weird, wonderful family.
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