The Man who made his own Q.o.H Harem

While driving back, I got a call from Kimberly: "Freddy, you can come over at eight pm. I will be waiting." While sending me an address to her place, she said, "I will make sure to be on time." I said as we hung up, and I returned to the hotel. I still had three hours before heading to Kimberly's, so I started calling deposal people and explaining that I would like to hire them. I had to call multiple places because there wasn't a large company to handle this big job, so I contacted three companies to get the job done quickly once it started.

I called an Architect, explaining that I would like them to look over the place once I cleaned it. I will remodel and fix it, and I want an expert to help make the plans. I had to call the county inspectors along with all the permits that I would need. I got done two hours later as my girls switched into their relaxing clothes, and Aoi was still hammering away at her cosplay. 

Senna and Nidalee were still out for the count as I bid them farewell and headed to Kimberly's. I was driving and entering the wealthy part of Miami. I stopped before a tall building, parked, exited my car, and entered the lobby. The guards stopped me as I told them I was there. The guard looked me up and down before picking up the phone on the desk and calling her.

After they talked, he let me through. I smiled and thanked him for doing his job, giving him a handshake. He was taken aback, as people tend not to thank him. I did this to respect him as someone willing to do this kind of job and to get on his good side. After all, who better to know how many sexy women are in the building than the guy who guards them? They would know that and if I wanted to know who was single or married.

Heading to the elevator, I pressed her floor button and waited while I chilled. A woman with two children walked by, and I smiled at the children. "Mommy, that man has two different eye colors. So weird!" said one of the little girls as she pointed. "Jamie, you can't say that." I chuckled and squatted down to talk to the girl.

"I used to think it was weird, too, but do you want to know what I learned when I got older?" I said to the little girl as she nodded. "It's ok to be weird as long as you are happy and aren't hurting anyone. Then what's so wrong with being a little weird." She smiled and nodded. Her mother looked at me and smiled. "I am sorry." She said, and I waved it off. "Kids don't know any better. They haven't learned that life is weird sometimes."

"My name is Freddy," I said, holding my hand to her. She smiled and held hers out. Samantha." The door opened up, and we got in. I pressed the button and asked her, "What floor?" She looked over and smiled. "It looks like we are going to the same floor." Jamie, the little girl, pulled my pants leg, looking up. "Pick me up." "Jamie!" Her mother replied. I held up a hand. "What do you say when you ask for something?" I looked at her, and she thought for a moment and smiled. "Please, pick me up." I smiled and bent down to pick her up.

I picked her up, and she giggled as her mother carried her little sister. She wanted to be carried, too. "Daddy is always away from home; I want to be carried too." She said with a pout. And I smirked inside my mind as I looked at her mother. She was what you would call a Milf; she was sexy and had those mature curves as I made my mind up. I am going to fuck her.

"I am so sorry; I don't know what's gotten into her lately." She tried to apologize as I smiled. "She is lonely and wants her father or a father figure," I said as we talked inside the elevator. We finally stopped on the 42nd floor and got off; Jamie wanted me to carry her all the way home, and as I agreed to do it, her mother was giving me a sorry look. I just smiled, showing that it didn't bother me as I walked to her apartment, and Jamie wouldn't get down until I carried her to her room.

This worked out for me. As I waited for Samantha to open the door, I looked at her ass in her tight dress. God, I want to hit her from behind so bad. As we entered the apartment, I walked to Jamie's room, and she finally let me put her down. As I left, she started to play. Samantha had put her youngest to sleep and made something to drink in the kitchen.

"I thank you. Do you want a drink?" She said with a kind smile, as I sighed and shook my head no. "I have to meet someone." She looked a little sad at that, so I spoke again. "How about we get some coffee tomorrow? You look like you need a breather; caring for two children alone must be hard. If I were your husband, I wouldn't spend so much time away from you, even if it was to make more money. I couldn't put money off you." I said while looking at the photos on the wall; she blushed while hearing me talk and smiled a little. 

"We can exchange numbers. I will let my mother watch them tomorrow." My back went to her. I smirked and turned around, giving her a gentle smile as I handed her my phone. We exchanged our numbers. Walking to the front door and said our goodbyes, making my way down the hall to Kimberly's apartment. 

I knocked on the door, and a minute later, Kimberly opened it. She was wrapped in a silk robe that I could tell was hiding her sexy figure and something else. "Welcome. You were slower than I thought when getting up here," I chuckled as I spoke. "A mother was having trouble with her child, so I helped; after all, it's the right thing to do." She smiled, inviting me in.

I walked in, and the place looked nice for a woman who works at a sex shop. I walked to the living room, and she went to the kitchen to bring back some champagne. "You like the place? My mother is paying for it; after all, a girl has to have her place for her needs, " she said while walking over and giving me a glass as she sat down and popped open the bottle. She poured me a glass, leaned back onto the sofa, and looked at me.

"How much do you know about BDSM?" She said while smiling, and I shrugged. "I know that it involves being dominated into submission, but within bounds of respect for the partner unless they say otherwise." She nodded and smiled, "I want you to be ruthless with me; I like it rough. You can do anything to me if you don't do everlasting harm. That is my boundary. Do you have any?" She finished speaking.

"I don't no harder stuff, so please bear with me if I am not as rough as you like, as the women I have been rough with weren't much more than what I bought at the store," I said, and she nodded as we drank. We slowly got into the mood as we started to get touchy with each other, slowly kissing and our hands wandering over each other's bodies.

She took my suit jacket off as I kissed her neck, and she worked on undoing my shirt as she moaned to my kissing and sucking on her skin. She opened my shirt, taking it off as I pushed her onto the sofa and pulled off the undershirt. She ran her fingers over my scars and muscles. "Your body is amazing, Freddy. How did you get these scars?" She asked, and I smiled, leaning forward, kissing her neck, and moving up to her ear.

"I got them over in Iraq and Afghanistan while I served 15 years in the USMC as force recon." She moaned as I slid my hand up her thigh and into her robe as I spoke. I felt a pair of leather underwear with a slit where her pussy was as I smirked and undid her robe, opening it to show me a leather outfit with the breast area cut out and her nipples with weighted nipple rings and a slit going from the top of her pussy where her clit was all the way to her tail bone area.

"You like? I have many BDSM outfits. I started easy for you; after all, this is training for when you can truly become my Dom." She smirked as she got up from the sofa, grabbed my hand, and led me deeper into her apartment. We stopped before a door, and she opened it, showing me. "This is my room of fun. Do you like it?" She said. As she pulled me into it, I saw things people were strapped to. One looked like an X, while another looked like a workhorse. The one you use to cut wood or build stuff.

I see a swing-like harness that I assume people get tied up in as I smile walk around and think I need to build one inside my new place once I finish the repairs. I looked over to one wall that had so many toys. From vibrators to dildos and gags to whips of all kinds, I could tell that Kimberly was really into BDSM with this; I feel I can learn a lot with her as my plaything.

I looked at her, and she moaned while walking over to me, kissing me. As she pulled away, she spoke. "That look, yes, I knew it. You're a Dom, and I can feel you're going to be my master. No Dom has ever been able to bring the best out of me but that look you just gave me. Made my womb throb; no one has ever made that happen." She said as her hand went down to my belt; she undid the belt and squatted down, undoing the button and pulling the zipper down with her mouth.

She started to rub her cheek on the outline of my cock in my underwear as she pulled one of the weighted nipple rings. Looking up at me as her tongue went up the outline as she smelled it before speaking. "You fucked a woman recently, and now you are here to fuck me. What a bad man, but that means you're a man of ability." She said while pulling down my underwear, looking at my cock standing tall above her face. She started to smell it, taking big breaths with her nose.

"Your smell turns me on, fuck." She said as she moved one of her hands down to her clit, rubbing it as she kept smelling it. She was utterly lost in the moment, and I moved to take hold of her head, pushing my cock into her mouth and making her moan in pleasure. Her eyes looked up at me with pleasure as I forced my cock deep into her mouth, making her gag.

Tears started to run down her face as I picked the pace up, but instead of pain on her face, it was covered with pure pleasure. She enjoyed every moment of having her throat punched by the head of my cock. As this went on for five minutes, I pulled my cock out of her mouth as saliva covered it.

I looked over at the leather horse thing, and she followed my eyes, making her moan as I grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her up and kissing her as I dragged her over to it and strapped her into it.

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