Chapter 42
After deciding to head out, the Convenience Store Manager asked for a moment and slipped into the storage room. She emerged shortly after, pulling something out and handing it to the Landlady.
"Put this on~."
What she'd grabbed from the storage room was elbow pads and knee pads.
"Put on what I gave you, watch what I do, and crawl after me properly."
"Pardon? Cr-crawl...?"
While the Landlady stared at her in confusion, the Convenience Store Manager dropped to all fours, hands planted on the ground. The Landlady's eyes widened at the sight.
A soft gasp escaped her. Her gaze swept over the Manager, then followed the dangling leash up to me. But her shock didn't last. The moment our eyes met, her cheeks flushed pink, and she swallowed hard. She slipped on the knee and ankle pads, then slowly lowered herself. Hands on the ground, she crawled behind the Manager.
Now both women were presenting their asses to me. Preparations complete.
"Alright, slaves—move out."
Ding-a-ling~.
I opened the convenience store door and stepped into the street. Still deserted. Dim streetlights flickered in the twilight.
The leashed Convenience Store Manager crawled three steps ahead of me. The bare Landlady followed right behind her, about a step and a half in front of me.
Wriggle, wriggle. Their asses swayed as they crawled. A breathtaking sight. Spectacular, really. The kind of view that made the same awed groan slip from my lips over and over.
Especially under the dusky glow, the pussy juices glistening between their steadily advancing cunts was too perfect to let pass without a dick-hardening moment. Lucky for us modern folks who enjoy civilization's perks—we know pictures last forever.
I whipped out my phone without hesitation.
Click! Click!
"Ahh~ M-Master~."
"Eek, wh-what...!"
I snapped photos of the two presenting their plump asses as they crawled. I figured it was no big deal, but apparently my few outdoor shoots made a difference. The Manager struck poses like spreading her pussy wide, all casual-like. The Landlady flinched in surprise, reaching back to cover hers.
But...
"No covering up~."
The Manager's words from ahead made her twitch again. Her hand moved from her pussy to her face instead.
Of course.
"Show your face even more!"
The Manager's sharp command made her jump. She extended her hand, flashing an awkward smile.
"From now on, no hiding your face unless Master says so! Look straight at him instead!"
"Y-yes... yes, ma'am...."
After a brief scolding session, we resumed. I checked the shots and spotted a minor issue.
Hmm. Lighting's a bit dark.
Midnight shots, maybe? They came out underexposed. Brighter spots might work better.
Plus, skin tones would pop more in good light, so...
As I pondered, a bright LED streetlamp appeared ahead. Perfect. I yanked the leash without thinking.
"Hold up."
The Manager stopped instantly. The Landlady took one more step before nose-planting into the Manager's ass and freezing in shock.
"Gonna take some pics. But..."
Might as well switch it up this time. How?
Smack! Smack!
"Hngh!"
"Ohhk!"
One solid spank each on those jiggly asses. Left cheek for the Manager. Right for the squinting housewife. So plump they were—red handprints bloomed instantly.
"There we go."
I snapped and saved. Bright lighting. The ass-presenting duo looked seductive as hell. Handprints glaring explicitly on each cheek. Killer shots. Too good to keep to myself.
...Wanna brag about these for real.
Maybe find a way later. As we prepared to move on...
"Master~."
"Yeah?"
The Manager—no, slave Manager now—cooed at me flirtatiously.
"What?"
"We want pics too~."
"Oh. Right, yeah."
I nodded, and she rummaged in her pocket before—whoosh—tossing her phone to the Landlady.
"Take some~."
"Pardon? O-okay...!"
Hands clasped behind her head, legs spread wide. Signature pose once.
"This one too~."
Ass out, pussy spread wide. Once more.
Then...
"Master~ one with you~."
"Sure?"
She tempted me over. I stood beside her as she pressed her face right against my dick for the shot. Then she slinked up my body. Arm around my shoulder, lips to my ear.
I was about to shove the slave off when...
"Master~ you're taking her as your slave too, right~?"
Her whisper piqued my interest. I shot back,
"Thinking about it. Why, you against it?"
"Nooo, I like it~."
"But?"
"Just wanna make it clear who's first~."
"...?"
I tilted my head. She grinned and murmured,
"Fuck me once. Just me. Right here~."
Her trailing words were obvious.
"Gonna fuck some hierarchy into her?"
"Not hierarchy, just showing I'm the senior slave~."
Mwah. She pecked my cheek and nuzzled.
I shrugged it off playfully. She whined desperately.
"Just once before we buy her clothes~."
"Clothes?"
"Aren't we getting slave outfits for her?"
"...Yeah."
"So before thaaat~."
Lick, lick. Tongue on my ear as she begged.
"Fuck me once~ just me~."
"...You just wanna get fucked, huh?"
"Two birds~ perfect pussy on dick heaven~."
With her coquettish charm, her fingers grazed my cock teasingly. True to form—this slave was relentless. I turned and spotted the Landlady, face flushed red, snapping our pics. Legs squeezed together, trembling. Pussy dripping between her thighs. Yet pretending otherwise, burying her face in the phone to hide her arousal, acting calm.
Haa. Couldn't resist teasing now.
Smack!
"Hngh!"
I slammed my hand hard on the slave Manager's firm ass and ordered,
"Grab the streetlamp."
"Yess~ Master~."
Beaming, she latched onto it. Still, she twisted back and yelled at the Landlady.
"Film the fuck in video~ ohhk!"
"Pardon? F-fuck... wh-what?!"
Squelch! Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
I gripped her hips and slammed my dick in. Her pussy clenched tight. A beat later—ding~—video recording started. Glanced sideways: Landlady trembling but holding the phone steady.
Suddenly recalled those handprint ass pics. Good enough to brag about. For this video to hit that level...
First...
Show it off. How fucking hot this woman was. Big tits. Firm ass. Pussy gripping so tight it dragged out with every thrust, flipping lewdly.
Everyone needed to see.
And prove it.
Why I was pounding her. Prove it with ruthless thrusts.
"Ohhk~!"
I hoisted one leg high. Exposing her impaled pussy. Her uncontrollable massive tits. All out in the open.
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
Dick pounding hard. Flesh slapping echoing loud down the street. Loud enough to make the video's audio blow minds!
Ferociously!
"Ohhk! Ohhhk!"
Her moans came with her pussy clinging to my glans. No—engulfing it. Overwhelming it, pussy lips capping my glans like a hat. Dragging out along the ridge, then sucking back in. Filled groove clamping and milking my shaft.
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
"Hngh! Hngh! Hngh! Hngh!"
Pussy juice sprayed. Splattering under the streetlamp. Tits bouncing. Pussy squelching. Dick hammering away!
But not enough. Still not.
What was missing? To satisfy the viewers...
Her face!
"Head up!"
The slave Manager's face was pretty. Short bob suiting her beauty. Perverted slut too. Had to show that. Simple!
"Suck!"
Index and middle fingers out. She whipped her head around and slurped them greedily. Facing the phone dead-on. Face fully visible.
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
After pounding hard!
"Ohhhk!"
Splashhh!
Squish-squish-squish! Deep into her womb, and she squirted like she'd been waiting. I gripped her shaking pussy and legs wide open for the camera. Slowly pulled out.
Saving the cum for now.
Slump. Her body went limp, collapsing down. I released her leg and glanced aside. Flashed a V-sign at the still-filming squinting housewife.
"Ha, haa! *Gulp!*" Hiccup and ding. Recording ended.
"Up. Time to move."
"Y-yes~."
"M-me too... please...."
The slave Manager, ass and legs quivering on the ground, resumed position. The Landlady crawled up behind. I led my two wiggling slaves toward the adult shop.
Nothing special happened at the adult shop. Eyes locked on us—the crawling slaves ahead—but I ignored them and beelined for the costume floor. Bought the same Demonic Slave outfit as the Manager's. Considered dressing her myself but...
Hmm.
Better to route it through a step. Handed it to the slave Manager.
And she delivered as expected.
"You're Master's slave now, just like me."
"Th-thank you."
She bowed, thighs rubbing together slickly. The Manager grabbed the squinting lady's hand.
"Come on. I'll help you into it."
"Y-yes!"
Dragged her into the changing room.
"Ohhk! Ohhhk!"
Sounds attention-grabbing enough for stares. When they emerged, the Landlady was fully in the demonic slave getup. Legs slightly together, hiding her pussy—for whatever reason.
"Do it like I taught you~."
The Manager's words made her flinch. Eyeing me nervously, the Landlady approached and offered the leash.
"M-Master~."
Proving her training, she trembled but clasped hands behind her head, legs spread wide.
"Th-thank youuu~."
Her plump, flushed pussy—swollen like it'd been fingered and spanked—on full display for me. Dripping wet, glistening beautifully.
Anyway. Now holding two leashes.
Next stop was set.
"Official slaves now. Time to fuck you both proper."