Chapter 3: A Taste of Peace

The week seemed to fly by: before I knew it, it was Saturday morning. I was so eager that I got up early and went out three times to verify that everything was ready in the backyard. Along with the new firepit, I had put up a folding table and three large, empty coolers to hold the food and drinks. Everything was as ready as it could be until the delivery.

When I came back inside for the third time, Julie was eating cereal in the kitchen.

"Good morning, babygirl," I greeted her with a kiss on the neck. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"Morning, Daddy," she said cautiously. "You've been in a really good mood all week."

She glanced around quickly to see that we were alone. "You're planning to roast some girl meat on that new firepit you've been building, aren't you?"

I just grinned. In addition to anticipating the arrival of the Spartan Spitter, my mood had been definitely boosted by the fact that Celeste had chosen to ride my cock in place of many of the blowjobs she typically provided to help me relax at work. Oddly, the two days we had worked late, she had still chosen to give me a handjob and go home covered in cum at the end of the day.

I could see that Julie wanted to ask more, but was nervous about what my answers might be. I left her wondering what was going on, and headed out to the driveway with a few tools.

Fifteen minutes later, when I came inside to wash the engine grease from my hands, a bleary eyed Iris was eating pop tarts on the couch. She had clearly just woken up, with her hair still in a tangled mess and only wearing the panties and ripped t-shirt she slept in. When I spoke to her, she just grunted and kept watching the TV.

At about nine o'clock, a delivery truck pulled up and stopped in front of the house. I went out and directed them to deposit the large wooden crate in the back, while I signed the delivery slip. A naked, wide-eyed meatgirl followed the crate and stood next to it looking around excitedly. I had been worried that the complimentary meatgirl would just be skin and bones, given what I paid for her, but she seemed to be of decent quality.

After the truck left, I got a crowbar and started prying open the wooden crate. Once I had it open, I paused to read the list of parts on the packing slip. The meatgirl timidly came up to me and spoke.

"Master? I am your meatgirl." Her voice had that odd accent that seems to be common for farm raised meatgirls.

I chuckled. "Yes, I know. Welcome."

She smiled, but seemed unsure what to do with herself. I decided to put her to work.

"You see these boards," I waved at the pieces of the crate I'd removed. "Take them over to the firepit."

I pointed out the ring of large stones, in case she didn't know that word. She nodded eagerly.

"Yes, master."

While I was removing the various straps holding the styrofoam padding around the Spartan, Julie came outside. I could see the relief on her face when she spotted the meatgirl.

"Ah, Julie, give me a hand with this," I said.

"Sure, Daddy," she smiled.

Working together, we got the machine positioned where I wanted it and off of the remainder of the crate.

"So shiny," she breathed, running her hand over the machine's chrome finish.

The meatgirl had piled most of the loose wood in the firepit, but I could see that she had no idea how to build a proper fire, so I called her over to us.

Pointing to the hefty cookbook on the ground, I said, "Baby, take the meatgirl inside and help her make a batch of stuffing. She's supposed to know how to cook, but she'll probably need help finding things."

"Okay, Daddy," my daughter replied. "Come on, meat, let's go do some cooking."

"Yes, master. I can do cooking," she responded happily.

"Hey, baby," I held up two fingers, "make a double batch."

Julie gulped visibly. "Yeah, okay."

As I watched them head inside, I wondered briefly if the meat even knew the word 'mistress.'

The tutorials I had watched said that the fire needed time to heat up, so I rearranged the wood and lit some kindling at the bottom of the wooden pyramid. Once the wood was starting to burn, I was satisfied that it wasn't going to go out, so I returned to the Spartan.

It only needed to be plugged in, then it was supposed to be ready to go. I decided to do a test run without any meat. Aside from beeping and showing an error code at the end reading STUFF HOP, it all appeared to be working correctly. A quick look in the manual showed that the error was because the stuffing hopper was empty, which made sense, so I pressed the indicated button to skip the stuffing step and all the restraints popped open, and the machine played a cheerful little chime.

I laid the three provided spits behind the machine and went inside. Esther was standing just outside the kitchen in a long robe, watching idly as Julie and the meatgirl were busy mixing ingredients in two large bowls.

"Hey, Daddy, we're almost done," Julie said.

Esther eyed me. "So, this is what you've been working on all week. Some fresh girl meat will be nice, I suppose."

I smiled broadly at my wife. "Yes, it will, won't it. Go gather up the girls, I want everyone outside to watch the spitting."

My wife shrugged and headed to the bedrooms. She almost bumped into Blair, who was coming out of the hallway.

"Oh, honey," Esther said, "your father wants us to go out back and watch him spit a meatgirl."

Blair looked over at me and then the activity in the kitchen. She raised her middle finger in my direction and kept walking for the front door.

"Fuck that," she said. "I'm going out to meet my friends."

Esther just shrugged and said, "Bye, dear."

After the front door slammed shut, I noticed Julie looking at me anxiously. I smiled knowingly.

"Don't worry about that," I told my daughter quietly. "Just work on that stuffing."

"Sure," she drawled doubtfully. "The stuffing is done, actually."

"Perfect," I nodded.

They picked up their bowls and followed me outside where we carefully scooped the stuffing into its receptacle on the spitting machine. About when we finished, Esther and our middle daughters joined us. I could see the meatgirl eying the machine, anticipating the order to mount it, so I took her hand.

"Wait," I commanded clearly. "My other daughter isn't here yet. I'll tell you when it is time."

She said, "Yes, master," then started rubbing her cunt.

I noticed that she was soaking wet, probably having been trained to be aroused by the machine.

A moment later, the back door banged open and an annoyed looking Blair came out.

"Dad, my shitty car won't start," she complained loudly. "Go fix it for me, right now. I have to go or my friends will wonder where I am."

"Ah, you mean the car that I bought and paid for and you've been complaining about for the last three years? I'll fix it tomorrow," I promised truthfully. "Right now, it's time to spit some meat."

Since I was the one who had disabled my wife and daughter's cars, I knew I would easily be able to reverse it once I was ready to have them working again.

"No, you're going to fix it now," she demanded. "In fact, you should buy me a new one that doesn't suck so much, you lazy fucker."

I smiled darkly, "Well, I was wondering who to start with. Thanks for making this easy. Blair, you get to be the first one to try out my shiny new Spartan Spitter."

Her face drained. "What? No, I'm not some meat slut! Let go of me! Ow, ow, ow. I won't do it!"

I grabbed the top of her ear tightly and used it to pull her over to the machine. To avoid tearing her ear off, she was forced to follow my hand until I had her head above the neck clamp. Then, with both hands, I shoved her head down until the restraint clicked around her neck.

"Give me a hand," I ordered the surprised meatgirl standing next to me.

Together, we pulled each of Blair's limbs into place until the frantic girl was completely helpless. The whole time, Blair was screaming and cursing at me, while the rest of the family just watched, slack-jawed. I handed a spit to the farm girl, trusting that she knew where to put it. Taking the knife I had used to unpack the machine, I cut off all of Blair's clothes and pulled the scraps of cloth out of the machine. The meatgirl had correctly mounted the spit, with the tip pressing into Blair's pussy, so I pressed the 'Start' button and watched it begin to move.

The doomed girl's cries turned to desperate pleading, but there was no escape for her now.

"Daddy, I'll be good, I don't need you to fix my car. Just let me go and I'll do whatever you want. Aaaah, fuck! Please, Daddy, aaaah!"

Her screams devolved into a wordless sound before getting cut off by the arrival of the spit in her throat. As soon as she was silenced, several other female voices filled the air all at once.

"All right! About time that spoiled bitch got what she deserved," scoffed Mae.

Esther said, "Well! I don't see why you had to snuff our dear little Blair when you had a made-to-order meatgirl standing right there."

"That was so cool," Iris exclaimed. "I've never seen a meatgirl go out like that. Look, the dumb cunt is still trying to fight the spit."

Julie wisely stayed silent and just watched.

When I picked up another spit, things suddenly got quiet again. I posed in front of the Spartan Spitter, holding the spit like a roman soldier standing at attention with a spear in hand, looking over the nervous rank of female meat.

"Now then," I addressed them, "I can see that I have your attention."

There was a wet sound and some organs splashed at my feet. I looked down and saw that Blair's intestines were scattered across the ground.

"Damn it, I forgot to put the bucket under the machine," I muttered, and stepped out of the splash zone.

"As I was saying," I resumed, "things are going to be different from now on. All of you will either shape up and start doing as you are told, or you will get to find out what it's like to have this fine steel dildo shoved out your insubordinate mouth–from the far end."

The Spartan hummed a different sound, so I glanced back to see that the meatgirl had inserted the stuffing tube and Blair's stitched up belly was beginning to fill up.

"And don't go thinking that I'd only dare snuff one or two of you at a time. If I get fed up with your whining and your bitching bullshit, I can, and will, snuff each and every one of you, if that's what it takes to get some peace in my own goddamn home."

"In case you weren't getting the idea, let me spell it out clearly. If you are disobedient, then you are asking for the spit. If you are whiny or needy, then expect to get the spit. If you pester or harass me, or you can't get the fuck along: the spit. In short, if you piss me off, I'll snuff you."

There was a small cry of pain as the anal stabilizer went in the roast's ass.

"Why don't we start with a simple new rule and see how you do with it. I can't think of a single reason any of you should wear clothes around the house. If you need to put something on to go out to school or a job or something, I'm willing to allow it, if you ask nicely. But, your default should be complete nudity, unless I say otherwise."

They all just looked at me, trying to judge if I was serious. The Spartan chimed its happy little jingle, as if on cue, reminding them of their precarious position. Julie was the first to start removing her clothes, with Iris and Mae quickly following.

Esther put her hands on her hips and sneered at our daughters. "That's right, cunts, it's about time we taught you girls to behave. We're sick and tired of your bitching and disrespect. You're all going to start acting like ladies, or else."

I angled the spit in my wife's direction and spoke coolly. "Don't think that you are exempt, bitch. You'd better fucking get naked, and quick. In fact, you're the worst one standing here. You are the reason this cunt," pointing back at the spitted meat, "was such a spoiled, entitled, good-for-nothing bitch."

She opened her mouth to snap back at me, but then her eyes focused on the tip of the spit a few inches in front of her face, and she clapped her mouth shut again. Glaring at me the whole time, she slipped off the robe and peeled off her pajamas and panties, throwing them on the ground on top of our daughters' discarded clothes.

I continued speaking to Esther. "Since you seem to think yourself special, I have some special instructions, just for you. From now on, whenever someone comes to the door, you are to greet them very politely and let them know that I've renamed you to 'Bitch' and, no matter who it is, you are to offer to give them head. Actually, all you girls should step up your game on welcoming visitors. All of you exist for my pleasure, and by extension the pleasure of anyone I invite into my home, so make sure you make them feel very welcome."

"Any questions so far?" I inquired.

The girls shook their heads and Esther ground her teeth and glared, but said nothing. I was really enjoying seeing all my girls lined up, completely naked and vulnerable.

"Good," I said with satisfaction. "You are all going to get a chance to practice your hospitality very soon. I've invited some people from work to come over and enjoy some nice fresh girl meat."

"What?!" Esther slipped before catching herself.

I noticed that all of them were clutching their phones discreetly. I frowned at that.

"Another thing– everything you think you own, I paid for, so you can give up the idea that anything is yours until I say so. That includes those phones. And everything in your rooms."

Mae groaned. Iris was holding her phone so close, it almost looked like she was trying to merge it in her generous cleavage.

"You girls might be permitted to get some of it back if you can prove that you can behave," I declared.

"Master?" interrupted the meatgirl timidly.

I'd almost forgotten she was there. "Hmm, what?"

"Meat is ready for cooking," she said, in her simple way.

While I was laying out the new order of things in my castle, she had pinned Blair's arms and legs into place, so the roast was ready to cook.

"Right, right," I said. "Julie?"

The girl jumped at her name.

"Help the meatgirl get this cunt over the fire," I told her. "And give me your phone."

"Yes, Daddy," she said quickly, and handed over her phone.

"The rest of you come with me," I said, holding up the phone. "We are going to put away all the things you girls don't need any more."

"Daddy?" Julie said timidly, with her hand up.

"Yes?" I asked, curious what she could need.

"Blair's contacts…" she inquired.

I looked at Julie for a moment before understanding. I'd forgotten that my oldest daughter wore contact lenses. I don't know if anyone would want to eat her eyeballs, but melted plastic is never something you want in your food.

"Right, babygirl," I replied. "Take them out. And her earrings. That's a good girl."

I patted Julie's bare cunt gently and kissed her cheek.

"All right," I turned back to the others. "Mae, gather the clothes. Follow me."

I had them deposit their clothes and phones in one of the bedrooms, then locked all the rooms, so they wouldn't be tempted to use any of the things that were off limits for now. I put all the girls to work on miscellaneous tasks after that, mostly just to keep them busy.

Back outside, Julie and the meatgirl had Blair turning over the fire and were working on the first coat of barbeque sauce. I spent some time tending to the fire and just generally trying to look like I knew how to run a spit roast. When Julie ran out of things to do, I had her fetch a blanket to lay out. After she had spread it in the yard, I cupped my hand under my daughter's cunt and rubbed her clit.

She moaned quietly as I gave her her assignment. "You and the meatgirl are in charge of basting the roast and tending the fire. Whenever there isn't anything to work on, you two should play on the blanket. I can clearly see–and feel–that you two are thoroughly enjoying this roast, so no need to try to hide it."

"Yes, Daddy."

I winked at her and she blushed shyly. The meatgirl clearly didn't understand most of what I'd said, but when Julie guided her to lay on the blanket, the farm girl immediately caught on to what they were doing. The two of them were moaning and writhing in a very entertaining way in no time. There wasn't anything to do but wait, so I watched them for quite a while.

They'd paused to tend to the roast several times, and Blair had turned a lovely shade of brown, so it must have been quite some time later when the back door opened and a casually dressed Celeste came out carrying a bag of ice.

"Hey, boss! Mmm, that roast smells good!"

Celeste was followed by Iris who was carrying some more ice. They were dumping the ice into the coolers when I came over to them.

"Welcome, Celeste," I grinned at her. "Did you have any trouble picking up the catering?"

I had assigned my secretary to get the drinks and side dishes, and asked her to show up early to help with the final preparations.

"No problem at all," she replied. "Oh, since the party isn't for several hours, we're putting a lot of the food in the oven to keep warm. I hope you don't mind that I put your girls to work. Love the way you have them dressed up, by the way. Very sexy. Especially your oldest."

Celeste nodded towards the slowly turning spit, and I chuckled. Then, she gently placed a hand on Iris's ponderous breast making my daughter yelp and pull away from the woman.

"Certainly. My girls are here to serve," I assured her. "Feel free to use them however you'd like."

I gripped Iris by her ass and pushed her closer to Celeste.

"Don't be rude to our guest," I said quietly to my daughter. "She's more than welcome to touch any part of you she likes."

"Okay, Dad. Sorry," she quavered. "I just wasn't ready for how cold her hands were."

I turned to Celeste who had started watching Julie and the meatgirl. "Sorry about Iris. I hope 'Bitch' greeted you more intimately when you arrived."

She looked at me, puzzled. "Bitch? Is that Esther's friend? She and your wife were so busy chatting that I hardly got more than a glare from them when I got here."

My smile fell away, and Iris edged over behind Celeste.

"Actually," I said grimly, "Bitch is the new name I've given my wife. She had very specific instructions on how to greet people and it sounds like she isn't taking me seriously. I wish I could say I was surprised."

I called out to my youngest daughter to follow, then all of us, including the curious meatgirl, went inside to find my bitchy wife. She was in the middle of an animated conversation with Dee, so she didn't even notice me until Celeste and the three naked girls crowded in around me.

"–and it'll be much easier to not have to do their laundry all the time," she was saying. "I'm glad I finally had Henry start cooking them. Four grown girls were too many for this little house. I think I'll have him snuff Ju…"

She trailed off when she realized I was standing next to her. I decided to go for the indirect approach.

"Hello, Dee. Out of curiosity, what do you think of my wife's new name?"

She was obviously confused by this and looked at Bitch for directions.

"Oh, uh, yes. It has a nice ring to it." She abruptly changed her tone. "I mean, I'm sure other people are really into pet names for their spouse, but it's not really for everyone."

I laid a hand at the base of my wife's neck, warning her to stay silent.

"Poor guess," I said, "I'm not talking about anything that complementary. She didn't even mention that, per my orders, she goes exclusively by the name 'Bitch' now, did she? And I suppose she skipped the rest of her simple, mandatory greeting ritual with both you and Celeste, hmm?"

"Also, Charon," interjected my secretary quietly.

I looked around and saw that Celeste had brought her best friend as her 'plus one,' so Charon and Mae had joined the group watching this tense exchange.

"She, uh, when I…" Dee floundered.

She didn't really have any avenue to aid her friend, so she stumbled into silence. I waved Celeste and Charon over closer.

"Now, Bitch," I said, easing the pressure on her neck, "do you have anything to say to our guests?"

She coughed once before speaking. "Dee, baby, would you care for a nice little orgasm?" she tried sweetly. "I'd be happy to help you cum all over my face if you'd like."

Our neighbor twitched her head back and forth nervously. "No, I, uhm. I think I'll pass for now."

"And?" I prompted, waving to my secretary and her friend.

Scowling, she looked at Charon. "Would you like to be eaten out?" she growled.

"If this cutie is doing it, sure," she gestured to Mae. "But not from you, no."

Mae rubbed her naked thighs together and tried to smile at Charon, but the moment didn't really lend itself to flirting. We all looked at Bitch expectantly.

She glanced at me and snarled, "I'm not going to be a fuck toy for your whore mistress. Go to hell, slut!"

That last line was obviously directed at Celeste.

"Well," I sighed, "I think everyone here can see that I've given you far more chances than you deserved. Let's go get you spitted."

She tried to change her tune, but it was no good. "Oh, no, wait. Maybe I could do something else. We don't have to go that far. Darling."

I started pulling her to the door. She wiggled out of my grip and yelled.

"Dee, you cunt, help me!"

I slapped my wife across the face hard enough to knock her down. Dee winced and looked away. I pulled my bitch of a wife to her feet again.

"You know there's no getting out of this," I told her. "You've been asking for this with your constant bitching and nagging for a long, long time. Try to at least go out with some dignity."

She whimpered and sobbed all the way out to the Spartan. She only resisted slightly when I locked her into position. She continued crying quietly when I set the spit in the machine and pressed it into the entrance to her pussy.

I paused to see if I could think of any fitting parting words, then shrugged and pushed the button.

"Fuck, fuck, oh fuck," she swore as the spit slid deeper and deeper into her body.

When it pierced her womb, she changed to one long wordless scream until the spit got deep enough to silence her. I went ahead and inserted the stuffing hose in her ass while the Spartan was beginning to gut her. The wet sounds of her organs hitting the ground drew my attention to the front of the machine.

"Damn it," I muttered. "Forgot the bucket again. Stupid bothersome meat, making me rush the process."

"Can I help?" said a cheerful voice.

Celeste had come up close and was looking over the naked woman getting spitted with what appeared to be a mixture of hunger, lust, and triumph.

"Oh, sure," I said. "Why don't you remove her jewelry?"

"Yes, sir!" was the can-do response.

I belatedly got a bucket and started scooping the mess on the ground into it.

Celeste had located the meat's nipple stud, but was having trouble getting it off with the meat still mounted on the machine. After waiting long enough for the Spartan to finish sewing up the gutted belly, she leaned in and took the whole nipple in her mouth. When she stood up, a bite mark was left in place of the nipple. Intrigued, I stopped gathering up intestines to watch as Celeste chewed carefully for a moment, before spitting the small metal bar into her hand.

"I hope you don't mind that I took the first bite," she grinned at me, having apparently swallowed the meat.

"Sure, whatever," I shrugged.

She moved to the back side of the Spartan to look for more jewelry.

Celeste made some small frustrated sounds before saying, "Hey, boss, I can't get her rings off. She's making a fist and I can't get the rings past the knuckle unless she opens her hand."

I thought for a second and then moved to the ass end of the spit, and clamped my hand over the hollow end.

"There," I said. "Just let me know when she starts cooperating and I'll let her breathe again."

It was only about thirty seconds later that Celeste said, "Ah, there we go. Just a moment… got the engagement ring."

I released my hand from the hole and was amused to hear a bit of a whistling sound as the meat gasped in some air through the spit. Just then, the Spartan played its little happy sound and the restraints popped open. I inserted the anal stabilizer, which made the spitted meat jerk in pain.

While Celeste worked the wedding ring off my former wife, I admired the spitted meat. I found her full, round belly quite attractive.

"You know," I said, "it's been far too long since I've seen this slut with a belly like that. I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed seeing her naked and ready to pop. The new piercing is a definite improvement over the old one, though. A full body stud really suits her."

Dee actually snickered at that. Celeste chose that moment to step up to me. She leaned over slightly and held out the nipple piercing and two rings. The way she was angled, I could see down her loose t-shirt, between her bare breasts and to the taut navel beyond.

"So, sir," she teased, "are you thinking of getting right back into dating?"

I pulled my eyes up from her inviting body to the glint in her eye and laughed.

"At least wait until my previous wife starts cooking before vying for her job," I told the seductress.

She giggled girlishly, "Oh, alright. I was really hoping you'd be open to multiple relationships. Well, anyway, this meat looks like it's ready to go. Would you like me to help carry her to the fire?"

I shook my head in mock disbelief and took the jewelry from my secretary.

"Let's move the first roast to the side before anything else," I announced to the hungry looking group. "We can pick off some parts of her for a light lunch. The rest of the guests won't be here for a couple hours, so we should have time to carve up the rest to serve at the party, after we get a bite to eat."

Celeste and I issued orders to the girls and together we quickly had Blair moved to a stand to rest, Esther mounted over the fire, and the table inside set for lunch. We only brought in enough chunks of Blair's meat for a light meal, knowing that it wouldn't be too long until the feast at the party. Somehow during the meal, Mae ended up sitting on Charon's lap and hand feeding her bites of her barbequed sister.

After we ate, I issued some more tasks for my girls.

"Julie, you and the meatgirl get back to the firepit and tend to the new roast. Iris, help Celeste pack the coolers with drinks. Mae," I paused, noticing that Charon was toying with Mae's tits. "Mae, you focus on hospitality. I'll bet at least one of our invited guests would enjoy getting fingered or eaten out."

I winked at Mae and Charon. Hopefully Dee, who was still munching on some girlmeat, would take the subtle hint about not being invited and go home. I got to work carving up the rest of the cooked meat.

After I had filled the first tray of shredded barbequed girl, I stopped to look around. Julie and the meatgirl had basted the roast, so they were lounging on the blanket again. Charon was standing near the firepit watching the naked meat cooking. Her shorts were around her ankles, giving Mae room to kneel between her legs and slurp at her cunt. Celeste was teasing Iris's nipples with an ice cube, then warming them up again in her mouth. Iris was trying to keep still, but no doubt she couldn't help but remember what had just recently happened to her mother's nipple in that very same mouth.

The bitch roast was obviously still alive, since she was squirming around. At first I thought she was just writhing in pain, but then I realized what she was actually doing.

Damn, she's actually trying to fuck herself with the spit while she cooks, I mused. If even the meat is having sex, maybe I'll take a little break, too.

I stepped over to the blanket and said, "Hey, baby girl, want to give your old man a blowjob?"

"Sure, Daddy!" Julie answered.

My youngest daughter clearly didn't have a lot of experience sucking on a man's cock, but she was enthusiastic. Between the alluring spit roasts and having all my girls walking around naked for the last few hours, I didn't need much to cum, so soon I was feeding my little girl a fresh load of the sperm that made her.

With Iris, Celeste, and me working on it, we were completely ready by the time my underlings started arriving. Due to the number of them and the limited parking space at my house, they arrived in batches, either from the bus or from carpooling. In short order, the backyard went from lightly populated to densely packed with women. Several of the 'plus ones' arrived at least half naked, which definitely added to the festive atmosphere.

Once I judged that we probably had everyone, I got everybody's attention and gave a little speech about how proud I was of them and so on. When I got a little sidetracked talking about the bountiful harvest feasts of ancient times, Celeste nudged me, and I wrapped up by telling everyone to eat and drink all they wanted.

"We can always throw another one of my girls over the fire if we run out," I announced cheerfully to a spattering of laughter.

I stationed myself next to the dimly glowing fire pit to carve off slices of my glistening, golden roasted wife. Blair had been completely parted out and transferred to serving dishes, so I thought it would be nice to leave the bitch over the embers to show off her curvy feminine figure.

To make up for the absence of chairs, we'd laid out blankets, nearly to the point of covering all the grass. These proved to be quite popular. After the line at the firepit slacked off, I noticed that more than a few of the women lounging on the blankets were getting intimate with each other. Iris, Mae, Julie, and the meatgirl had been kept busy working the crowd: offering to kiss, caress, finger, or otherwise serve anyone who wanted them. It warmed my heart to see the women working under me getting along so well with each other.

"Mmm, you really know how to throw a hot party, boss."

Celeste came over and stood by me, admiring the increasingly naked sea of female bodies. Dee had returned, and brought a few more of the single female neighbors with her. Although they undressed and started toying with each other, they seemed to be keeping to themselves after helping themselves to some food, so I ignored them.

"This party was the best idea I've had in a long time," I sighed. "Everyone is really enjoying themselves, aren't they?"

"Yeah," she said coyly, "except it looks like you're not getting any of the fun action, mister host. Well, I'm not going to stand for that."

She cupped the firm lump in my pants. "Would you like to mingle or would you rather bend me over and fuck me right here, sir? I haven't had your cock in me since yesterday and I'm really starting to miss it."

"Strip naked," I ordered crisply.

"Yes, sir!"

Celeste promptly shucked her clothes off and looked at me eagerly for my next command. She looked a little disappointed when I just pointed her at the nearest blanket which was not completely filled. When I kept close behind her, she brightened again.

Celeste settled down, partly reclining on top of a coworker's bare chest, kissing the woman briefly in greeting. By the time she was situated, with her legs spread invitingly, I had already removed my pants. When I got close enough, my naked secretary guided my cock into her pussy.

The next three hours were essentially a free-for-all orgy. At Celeste's coaxing, and more than a few open invitations, being the only cock there, I went around fucking cunt after welcoming cunt until I was entirely spent.

Around dusk, the women began to gather their clothes and head home. The neighbor women had disappeared some time before my crew began leaving, which was good, since I didn't want to have to deal with kicking them out. I had Julie, Mae, and Charon pack up portions of the leftover girl meat for each woman to take with them, so before long all that was left were some bones.

Celeste and Charon were the last ones to go. Celeste had stayed within arms reach of me since I had fucked her and seemed reluctant to be parted from me. When each of the women who worked for me stopped to say goodbye, Celeste, still naked, had stood right next to me and gave each of them an intimate kiss.

"You're welcome to spend the night," I suggested when she said her own goodbye. "With two fewer cunts in the house, we've got plenty of room."

"No, sorry," she sighed. "Astra and I have shared a bed every night of our lives; as much as I'd like to stay over, I really don't want to sleep so far from my twin."

I nodded understanding. "Well, how about you two–or three, if Charon wants–come over tomorrow. I'd like to sell off the cars I don't need, and I could use a hand collecting and getting rid of all the old junk the bitch left behind."

Celeste looked up joyfully, then kissed me passionately. I returned the kiss with a similar energy, cupping her tits fondly, but she pulled away shyly when the kiss ended.

"Sorry, sir," she whispered. "Was that too presumptuous of me?"

"Not at all. And I think you should finally start calling me by my name."

"All right," she glowed, "Henry. You can pick us up any time in the morning."

She seemed to almost float over to Charon, disentangling her friend from Mae to tell her it was time to leave. If Charon hadn't reminded her that they had arrived wearing clothes, Celeste would have left them behind. Even still, she chose not to bother wearing them, and climbed into her car wearing only her shoes and a smile.