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quick, even more powerful than the previous two loads. I came triumphantly, emptying myself down her hot, tight throat for the third time.
    All those feelings of power, of strength, fled from me finally. Three orgasms was my limit. I collapsed on top of her body, sliding my cock out of her mouth before she choked. I couldn't believe what had just happened—the furious intensity of it all.
    Slowly, she slid out from under me, and then wrapped her arms around my body.
    “Sir,” she said, kissing my body with reverence, “is there anyone you could call to come and...help your recovery? I’m just one woman after all...and looking after a man, a stud, like you is a job for multiple women.”
    I knew what she meant. If her milk could change my cock how it had, if it could alter my body so that it could heal from those wounds so quickly, then surely she could change other women too. She could probably make women just like her: hot, servile, willing, and horny as hell.
    And god help me, I couldn’t resist in the slightest.
    * * * * *
    J ust a few hours after I made the call, I heard the bikes pull up outside.
    Angry, loud knocks signaled Nora's arrival properly. Much angrier and louder than the way a cop knocked, and with a whole hell of a lot more force behind it.
    I had spent the last couple of hours on my feet. Contrary to the draining that my balls had experienced, courtesy of Vivian’s loving administrations, I felt better and more full of energy than I had in my entire life.
    I had a small glass of her milk in one hand, sipping away at it cheerfully. Vivian had filled it up straight from the source, and I didn’t mind in the least. It tasted too goddamn delicious to get hung up on where it had come from, and its effects—to make me feel strong, full of energy, and completely virile—were too terrific to walk away from.
    Vivian, originally, had thought I was going to call over my whole gang. She got very excited. She moaned in my ear about how I could order her to be the cum-receptacle for all the bikers. She wanted them all to fuck her.
    The house I had inadvertently become the “Owner” of was enormous. Kind of a modern-day palace. The entry way was tiled with incredible marble, and sported a number of erotic-looking statues of big-titted women pouring water on one another. In the backyard there was a garden, complete with a number of gold fountains featuring sexy winged babes pleasing each other with orgiastic enthusiasm. All through the house were more and more pictures of evidence that whoever owned the house certainly was in love with sex; I could only assume that he had the maid delivered too early because he had gotten caught in some month-long orgy in some other country.
    Vivian, who had attentively filed all his records in his absence, seemed to confirm this theory. He was single, with a great many ladies that he invited over with regularity. She had been taking messages for him; though since I had arrived, she had started to think of me as the owner and so had started to ignore any phone calls that would have been designated for him.
    I answered the door in a thick, comfortable blue bath robe, not quite yet finding the will to put on clothes when Vivian was so ready at all times to service my cock. In fact, since I had called Nora, Vivian had sucked me off three more times, with my cock easily hardening just moments after, each time. I couldn't quite yet find the will to fuck her pussy—it just didn't seem right, yet, even though she was clearly willing.
    It was hard to ignore the encroaching feeling that I was something of a god to Vivian. I felt like one, anyway. I wanted to hear her beg to call me one. It was the kind of testosterone-fueled, pleasure-enhanced thought process that a man felt whenever he was turned on to a certain degree; I was at that level of arousal virtually all the time.
    The tall, redheaded, beautiful Nora was at the porch in front of the house, alongside the slender, blond,