Zai and Tim Pt. 03 by BigMadStork,BigMadStork

I step out of my pants, and Carla stands up. That scares Samantha, so she stops. Carla kneels next to Samantha, and they each take a side of my underwear. Inch by inch, they alternate pulling down until I pop out and my shorts fall to the floor.

Carla takes over, “The purple head spits, so watch out for him. He will warn you by growing a tad, jerking, and then BAM, it shoots pearly liquid. This part and the shaft, you can handle firmly. Watch as I tilt his cock up, the spot between the helmet and the shaft, that’s super sensitive. Not unlike our clit, it’s a mostly great feeling for them.

“Now those two hangers in the back, his nuts, also referred to as his balls. Those are super fragile. They can sit on them ok, but any slight hit and it’s like taking a hammer to your clit. A hard hit can put him in the hospital. Be very careful with those; they will give me children soon. You can rub it with your hands, you can suck on it, or you can move on.”

Samantha feels my shaft. She lightly strokes it, which helps me achieve the hardness level of a rock. She takes a simple lick of my cock and then takes it all the way in. She seems unimpressed. She is smart enough to avoid teeth. This is doing nothing for me.

Carla coaches her, “Look up at him. See how he’s bored? You’re the equivalent of a partner just sticking a finger in your pussy and then doing nothing. Try sucking, bobbing, using your tongue, and then look up at him.”

Samantha takes directions well. She is doing a remarkable job on me in no time at all. I’m smiling like a virgin on a date with a loose woman.

Carla uses a low sexy voice, “Samantha, look up.”

While still sucking me, she looks up. I have a wide smile on my face and am ready to begin fucking.

Carla continues, “Think back to the last time you saw this same man. Do you see what a difference that makes? Which version do you want fucking you? OK, you can stop now. Your stud is now primed for sex.

I use a hand with a light push of my arm, and Samantha is on the bed. My sisters and Carla are all too willing to help tie up this woman. They have micro binder wrist and ankle restraints with easy clip-on ropes. In a matter of seconds, they all have her tied to the bed in a submissive position. She looks meek and afraid.

I say to the group, “She gave herself willingly. That means I can do anything I want, and there will be no punishments against me, right?”

My sisters say, “Ummmmmmm.”

Mom wants to say something, but Carla yells out, “YES! You can literally kill her, and there is nothing we will do about it.”

Now Samantha is almost trembling. I reach over and gently grab a breast. My fingers gently play with her nipples. Her breathing stops for a moment.

Meanwhile, I turn to the camera, “Pretty sweet, huh? With all the shit I have endured from birth, I could get even with all the women right now by snuffing out her life. Yet, I won’t do that. A woman has just given her body to me, so I can please myself. Do I need to do anything for her? Nope. Not one thing. Great deal, huh? That’s not my plan.”

I can see that every woman here jerks their head in surprise. I snicker.

With a smile, “Nope, my plan is to tease her body and give her the best orgasm of her life. Why? Tomorrow.”

I smile bigger as I see the confused looks on all the female faces, which are all of them.

I continue, “Yes. Tomorrow. Why do I say that? Let’s go back to the beginning. I sink a knife into her and snuff her life out. Do you think there will be a line of women wanting to have sex with me? The only thing I would have to look forward to is lube. I plan to give her the orgasm of a lifetime. If she has enough fun, I will be back tomorrow for her or one of these others.

“Look at them. They’re all interested right now. They love the idea of me giving them pleasure. If I am good enough, I will be having sex my entire life.”

I place the blindfold on Samantha. Gone is the look of fear, replaced with a now serene-looking face.

I move close to her, whisper into her ear, then think better of it and sit up.

I try to sound sexy and confident as I continue, “I don’t know you at all. I have no idea what you like and hate. Samantha, give me a word. A word that describes something you hate, something you loath.”

Samantha says as sexy as anyone can, “Clown.”

My shocked face matches my question, “Did I hear you correctly? Clown? Bad experience as a child?”

Samantha nods her head yes, “Exactly. To this day, they scare the crap out of me. I was surprised by a man in red hair, blue face, yellow nose, and a striped outfit.” She shudders.

I reach over and plant a soft, warm kiss on her lips. That’s probably the most perfect kiss I have ever planted on a woman.

As I pull away, Samantha casually says, “Meh. I have certainly had better.”

I can’t catch a break with this woman. This might be a disaster.

Carla saves me. I can see the anger in her body. Samantha may not survive this.

Carl is quickly at the side of the bed, slaps Samantha’s face, then is forceful, “WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH YOU?” She lets her anger subside a bit, pulls down Samantha’s blindfold, “He is trying to make this a good experience for you. Look at his face. Look how sad he is now. LOOK! How motivated is he to give you any fun? Would you rather I get a guy from sanitation, strip him, and let him have his way with you? Is that what you want?”

Carla looks depressed now, “Hey. I get it. Nobody has hated men more than our planet. I do just fine with women. They can kiss, eat pussy, use toys, and enjoy tribbing. Most of that, men can also do. They swap tribbing for fucking. This isn’t an either/or situation. You can still enjoy the fairer sex. We’re just pointing out that men are good for more than just hard labor.

“Like women, some partners will wow you, and some are duds. This one will wow you. If he doesn’t, then you’re the issue. Lose the attitude; you’re just going to look foolish later. He’s trying to warm you up, so sex doesn’t hurt. His cock will suck up your natural juices like a sponge. If you’re excited and producing copious lubrication, it’s an amazing ride. Otherwise, we’re going to find another volunteer.”

Surprisingly, Samantha begs, “NO! No, that won’t be necessary. It’s just hard to break a lifetime of hate.”

I dove in again for a second kiss. This one lasted much longer, and I am more forceful. One hand holds and maneuvers her head while my other hand does circles in her pussy with a single digit. I feel her body go rigid, and then it relaxes. I pull away, and she looks shocked. She just had a minor orgasm.