World of Women - World of Women – V5 – Chapter 3

“I still don’t understand you, Clyburn.” Mom finished. “You have always been so good to your family. Your sisters, your aunt, and I have all received your love over the years. Yet, you still haven’t touched your children. When you claimed you wanted to wait until they came of age, I accepted that. I didn’t understand, but I accepted it. Yet, you haven’t touched a single one of them. A few left for their brothers, but some continue to wait. One of your daughters will be 19 soon. Her best child-bearing years are going to be behind her soon.”

“Women can have babies well into their thirties, you should know this better than most.” I went to kiss Mom, but she turned her head away.

“My pregnancy was unexpected, and I don’t regret having Alyssa, but she’s shown an interest in you since she was thirteen. At first, I thought you wanted to teach her she can’t just have whatever she wants. Now, I just don’t know. Do you even love our children?”

“Of course, I do!” I spoke in nearly a shout.

“Then, why won’t you show them by getting them pregnant?” She asked and then looked up at me tearfully. “Is it because of that other world? You live in this world now. This is the world that matters.”

“You… it’s not… I’m not…” I closed my mouth.

It wasn’t the first time we had these conversations. Over the last five years, we’d had these conversations regularly. Everyone important knew about my memories from another world. Most of them treated them as just vague memories of a past life, rather than believing I had lived two lives. However, it was still impossible to explain the common sense of another world. I could explain things about incest and decent law, but in my youth, I had happily violated those conventions.

So, why, now that I was older, did I suddenly have hangups where I used to only have fun? Back then, I didn’t have any responsibilities. In some ways, I was a bit suicidal. I had already wasted away in one life, so even if I died in a blaze and glory in this one, it wouldn’t be so bad. The more I got, though, the more I wanted to keep. When it came to my kids, they meant everything to me. I hadn’t been around for the first part of their lives. It was only really a little less than a decade ago when I stepped down from running for a third term that I had the proper time to spend with them.

By that point, many of the girls had already been programmed to idealize Seed, and me, their accomplished father, even more. When it came to mom or my sisters, my other life put a separation between us that made any of the naughty stuff we did feel no different than if it was with a stranger. I had a mom in my original world, so I could play that Morgan was my mom as a sexual game, but it never mentally affected me.

However, those children were my children. I had them and raised them to an extent. There was no separation there. Thus, I had put off the moment I slept with them. At first, I had logic on my side. There was no point in sleeping with them if they couldn’t make a maybe. However, that still meant once they had their first period at 13 or 14, they were free game.

Thankfully, I managed to put into law that women shouldn’t get pregnant until sixteen. A woman who was pregnant before sixteen would not have the child recognized under their dependents. It was not a popular law, but I used up my goodwill from emancipating the population to force it into existence. Men couldn’t be charged for impregnating a woman. That would be ludicrous. The best I could do was keep her from benefiting. Officially, I made a compromise, and a girl who had a child under sixteen would have the child’s benefits go to the mother. This way, the child would be looked after even if mistakes were made.

It was questionable whether this law did anything useful. Many moms would pressure their daughters into getting pregnant just so they could benefit from the tax credit in their daughter’s stead. At the least, it was enough to justify why I didn’t pursue my daughters at 16. That was a little over two years ago though, and I had run out of excuses.

‘I’m not saying this to upset you.” Mom sighed when she saw me fall into silence. “I’ve always only wanted what is best for you.”

“I know, Mom, I know.”

Mom gave me one lass hesitating look but decided she wasn’t going to press the matter anymore. She turned and left the room, leaving me by myself for a bit. I didn’t stay long though, as I did have a lot of things that needed doing. When I stepped out of the room, I found a small retinue waiting for me. They were the same group that had escorted me there in the first place.

“Kemala, Brianna, Syph…” I nodded down the line of three girls.

Kemala was the youngest of the three. She had grown up to be a beautiful woman, with smooth brown skin, dark black hair, and a cool demeanor. Her chest wasn’t as big as her mother’s, but she had nice hips and in the Amaryllis style business attire she had taken to wearing, a blouse, stockings, and short skirt, she looked very appealing. Her official title was my secretary. Kemala took care of my public life, although she’d take care of any private matters too when a second hand was needed.

Meanwhile, Brianna and Syph were my two bodyguards. They were both very close in age to me, but they could have looked ten years young. While I seemed to have aged a lot in the office, the girls all seemed to age very slowly.

“Where are we heading, Boss?” Brianna asked, flexing her gloved hands until they cracked. “If you plan to go somewhere public, can you give us some heads up? I don’t want to have to break some fangirl heads like last time.”

Although she said that, the look in her eyes seemed to suggest she was looking forward to doing exactly that. She had picked up a lot of Brooke’s personality over the years of working with her. At least, she was still the same old Brianna where I counted, which included her sexual proclivity toward men. I reached out and squeezed her butt. She bit her lip, looking at me with a different kind of excitement, but she didn’t take any other action.

“Preparation is the best method toward keeping Boss safe,” Syph added calmly, although she had moved her butt in a way that made it easier for me to grasp.

I reached out and grabbed Syph’s butt too. She didn’t react, but something told me her mood improved.

“Master, you have been invited to the bedrooms of eight different women tonight,” Kemala stated, looking at her clipboard seriously. “You’ve also had more formal invites to three events. This doesn’t include little Lexy’s birthday.”

“Are the women anyone I know?” I asked.

She shook her head helplessly. “Master, you know as well as I do that anyone who knows you wouldn’t put in a formal request like this. Some women are just hopeful.”

“Are there any women I should pay special attention to?” I asked.

“One of the women is friends with a girl whom you share a child with…”

“Pass.”

“Another went to Amaryllis Academy while you were there.”

“Not interested.”

“That last is…” She hesitated for a moment.

“Hmm?”

“The last is a dignitary… from Amaryllis.”

I frowned. “Amaryllis has dignitaries on Valiant?

“They’ve sent people here on occasion for years now.” Kemala wore an awkward look. “I’ve made it a point of keeping you and them apart, given your difficult history.”

“That girl, Jenji?”

She shook her head like she had already been waiting for that question. “We’ve attempted to find out about that person you mentioned for years. Amaryllis does not have anyone by that name working for them. They don’t exist.”

I gave a phony smile and nodded in acceptance. There was more that I wanted to say, but I knew that I could talk until I was blue in the face and they still wouldn’t remember Jenji, or Charlie for that matter. For some reason, those two little girls seemed to exist outside this world. Everyone forgot them after meeting them, and I was the only one who seemed to remember them. Even when I told them her name, they always ended up remembering it. The most they seemed to ever remember was that I occasionally went on about a girl who didn’t exist.

Since becoming president, I tried to pull as many strings as possible to learn about Charlie and Jenji. Although my country was small and new, I had put out a lot of technological advancement over the years, and I used that goodwill as leverage with other countries. In the end, a decade of searching had netted me nothing, not even a whisper. I had thought I’d find closure, an explanation for those strange events, and an explanation about why I was brought to this world. Yet, such things never materialized, and the years just kept on marching.

Even though I had come to accept that I might never learn the truth, I seemed to remember that I was already fulfilling my purpose. Every child I had would go on to have children of their own. They would birth them at a 50% male, 50% female rate, and their children would go on and do the same. In two hundred years, there will no longer be a male shortage. It will be back to just men and women.

It still left me feeling a bit empty. It was by cosmic chance that Lexy was born on my death date. Knowing how crazy Hannah could be, I almost felt like she had planned it that way, although I knew that was impossible. This death date was more meaningful though because this was also the same year that I died, only 34 years old.

In my first life, I had finished college, got married, failed to have kids, got cheated on, then fell into a depression of drinking and drugs until I overdosed on alcohol and depressants and died. In this life, I had become a savior, fought the male protection act, and then fled the country. I formed my own country, became president, and eventually had a family with a dozen lovers and many times that in children. Yet, most of that I had accomplished by 18, and in the last sixteen years I felt like I had barely accomplished anything.

“Who is the dignitary?”

“Their name and position are not given,” Kemala explained, wincing slightly. “They’ve been very secret about this trip. They’ve requested to see you politically twice now. We’ve told them you no longer meet dignitaries from other countries as you requested. I believe this is their attempt to get around that.”

I thought about it for a second and then nodded. “Invite the dignitary to my daughter’s birthday party.”

Sir?” She seemed a bit stunned by my words.

“It hits two birds with one stone.” I chucked, “And besides, my security here will be able to keep me safe in the mansion than anywhere outside I could go.”

I squeezed my hands, tightening them on the two buns I had in each grip. Breanna let out a little moan, while Syph watched me with tearful eyes that seemed to betray her true desires. Kemala didn’t seem to be in a playful mood though. She watched me cautiously and then clicked her tongue.

“Girls, assume your positions.” Kemala declared.

Both Syph and Brianna stepped forward suddenly, and I lost my grip on their butts. Both girls went to the far wall of the hallway we were standing in. They grabbed their pants and pulled them down with their underwear. Both girls immediately bent over, revealing their asses and their perfectly smooth vaginas, pink and wet with desire.

Both girls were clean and shaved bare. This was a requirement of Brooke, who claimed as a security, they needed to be prepared to give themselves to me at a moment’s notice. As for shaving clean, I think that was Brooke’s preference, and that perverted lesbian demanded her security staff keep their bikini area waxed and ready to fulfill her kinky desires. I wasn’t complaining though. Although I had enjoyed both women countless times now, and even gave them each a kid, I still was attracted to their naked bits, which remained fit and tone thanks to the job.

Realizing I was in a daze staring at their ass and pussies in the hallway, I shook my head. “What is this?”

“If Master is feeling horny, it may affect his decision-making. That’s why Master should release his tension now.”

“Kemala, I’m not feeling horny.”

How could I? I had just released it all over my mom.

I was just about to say more when Kemala turned away from me and reached up her skirt. She slid her panties down. They were a lot more stylish than the bodyguards, black lingerie. They fell to the ground, and when she lifted her knee, she managed to catch the underwear with her heel. She flicked, and the underwear flew up, landing on my face. She had done that intentionally. It was a skill she had perfected after countless practice.

She stood between Syph and Brianna, looking back at me. “Master, please release your desires. You can release in or on any of us, or if Master would rather, he can have all three.”

At that point, she bent over as well, lifting her skirt until her brown butt was facing me as well. Unlike the other two, she had pubic hair, dark and curly, but she was just as clean as them as if she had prepared herself ahead of time for this moment.

Her panties smelled faintly of her, and as I grabbed them to pull them off, I first scrunched them against my nose and took a deep whiff. It had started as a joke. The girls thought I was into collecting used panties. However, after receiving countless used panties as gifts and having the girls attempt to arouse me using their dirty panties, I finally had to admit I developed a fetish for them. I loved sniffing girls’ panties!

Kemala had an intoxicating scent that was distinctly her. I found myself engorged with the desire to feast on the bouquet in front of me. I immediately walked over and kneeled behind Brianna, sniffing both the panties and their source.

“D-don’t smell!” Brianna spoke in embarrassment.

I ignored her protests and made sure to remind myself thoroughly of the rich, musky smells she produced. I then did the same for Syph too. Although Syph didn’t say anything and took it all silently, I could see her pussy growing wetter and emitting more smells, clearly aroused at me rummaging down there. By the time I was done smelling to my heart’s desire, my dick was back to full erectness. My time with Mother was all but forgotten by my greedy dick, which wanted a new feast.

I saw no reason to deny my dick a taste, so I shoved myself into Kemala’s pussy. She let out a moan as she was penetrated. I didn’t want the girls bent over on either side of her from feeling left out though, so I reached under and put my fingers into both Syph and Brianna too. Like that, I had three girls bent over against the wall. One was taking it from behind, while the other two got fingered thoroughly.

“Oh yes! Right there!” Kemala cried out in ecstasy. “Fuck me hard, Master! Please fuck me harder!”

Kemala had gotten rid of a lot of shyness over the years. She would now tell me how she liked it as she moaned in pleasure. With each thrust of my hips, she would let out a cry. I reached down and grabbed her ass and squeezed. That was all it took for more cries to escape her mouth. I loved how sensitive her rear was. The way her lips were parted and how her face contorted in pleasure made it clear just how much she enjoyed getting her pussy stuffed.

Brianna looked at me with wide eyes, trying to fight off the urge to cum. I could see her hands shaking as she bit down on her lip. Her body was covered in sweat and I knew she wanted to scream. It was the same look I often saw on my lover’s faces when they were about to orgasm. They tried their best to hold back, but I knew they couldn’t. Their bodies betrayed them, and I always found this exciting.

I decided to take pity on Brianna and fingered her faster.  It was a shame she wouldn’t get off on my dick, but Brianna wouldn’t mind. She was one of my most loyal followers and had always been the type to be happy with whatever she could get.

Syph wasn’t doing much better. She was already letting out noises and rocking her hips, something she usually didn’t do until she was just about to cum. I hadn’t realized how worked up my bodyguards were. Had they been listening earlier while I fucked my mom? They were loyal, but they were also the noisy type, so I wouldn’t have put it past them to listen in and get worked up. Kemala must have realized how horny they were, and so she set this up for them as much as for me. Kemala was extremely thoughtful that way. She probably would say that distracted security guards would have compromised my safety or something. She was a good secretary.

It was only a few moments later that Brianna’s body shivered in orgasm. She screamed out loud, and it echoed through the halls like a gunshot. She didn’t seem to care that we were sort of in public. I had never seen Brianna quite this worked up before, but I wasn’t surprised by how easily she’d been able to cum. She was a strong woman who seemed to enjoy being dominated.

As for Syph, her screams weren’t muffled at all. I watched as her long black hair flew in front of her face as she came. She even started thrashing around a little bit.  Syph’s cries faded away as she reached her peak, and then she collapsed onto her knees. As soon as I saw her collapse, I pulled out of Kemala and turned to Brianna. My cock was still rock-hard. I wasn’t sure if I should continue fucking my secretary or not, but I was eager to taste more pussy.

Brianna let out a yelp as she felt my stiff prick enter her orgasming pussy. She had barely managed to maintain standing under my finger’s assault, so she was shocked when I first entered her. However, as I started to thrust into her, she got used to it and responded in kind. It seemed like I was going to have to keep fucking Brianna until she finally stopped squirming. Syph crawled over to us, getting on her hands and knees and helping spread Brianna’s ass cheeks so I could get deeper. She knew she had failed to keep up until I was satisfied, and she had a determination to still be involved in making me cum.

I didn’t feel particularly upset that she had collapsed. The only reason I was lasting so long was because I had just released a load. Had I not already cleared my balls a short time ago, I would have already lost my spunk instead Kemala. Speaking of which, after I pulled out of Kemala, she stood up and pressed her body against me, the opposite side of Syph. So while Syph clung to Brianna’s butt cheeks on one side, Kemala stroked my chest and kissed me lovingly on the other. With my dick deep in Brianna’s tight pussy, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

The sounds of moaning and panting filled the room. Brianna was so worked up that she was starting to sob and whimper. I could tell she was close to another orgasm. Her legs trembled and shook, and her breathing became rough. I could hear her swallow repeatedly as she struggled to catch her breath.

Syph acted support role. She had one arm between Brianna’s legs where she rubbed her clit. The other played with my balls. Whenever I pulled out too far and my dick fell, she was quick to grab it and feed it back into Brianna, allowing me to thrust into her even more recklessly. Meanwhile, my spare had ended up between Kemala’s legs. As I gave her two fingers, she rubbed her pussy against my hand like a cat, slowly building up her orgasm. She was just as prone to reaching climax quickly as Brianna.

I couldn’t hold off any longer. I slammed my hips down hard, and my cock erupted inside Brianna. My seed pumped out so much that I felt myself ejaculating again. I saw Brianna arch her back and cry out loudly. She was one of the lucky ones. She had an orgasm right after I did. Then it was Kemala, kissing me passionately and rubbing her breasts across my chest. Syph was the only one who was left out. I knew she was still horny, but I didn’t mind. After all, she was still so close to cumming herself.

I pulled out of Brianna even while I was still cumming. Then, I grabbed Syph and flipped her. She had been on her knees, but I quickly put her on her back. A shot of cum came from my cock, shooting across her bare snatch. The next load went directly into her womb. Seeing how excited Syph was, she ended up cumming right there. Like that, I finished in Syph while Brianna collapsed at my side and Kemala clung to my back.

As we recovered, a few people did check to see what the commotion was about, but when they saw me there in a pile of partially stripped women, they quickly found something else to do. I finally got back up and dressed, and the two bodyguards did the same. When Kemala finished tidying herself up, she gave me a subtle smile.

“How is that? Is Master feeling better now?”

“Much,” I responded, grinning back.

Kemala nodded. “Good. In that case, I believe Hannah would want to take you to her daughter’s party.”

“Uh… actually…” I laughed awkwardly. “My decision is unchanged. It’s about time I buried the hatchet with Amaryllis. If they want to meet me so bad, I think such an event would make things easier.”

She stared at me for a second, and then her face went red. “Oh! M-my apologies! I’ll set it up immediately!”

I didn’t blame her though. She was right to doubt my decision. I hadn’t wanted anything to do with Amaryllis since our separation. As far as I was concerned, they were all women’s rights activists and they just wanted to see men back in chains. However, that was sixteen years ago, and I was at least curious about what they had to say.

That wasn’t the only reason though. I was feeling antsy. I was only getting older, and there was still so much I hadn’t done. When they offered me the presidency, I was only so glad to finally put my adventures behind me. Yet, as the years waned on, I found myself thinking more and more about the past. I felt there was still something I had to do yet, something vital for my place in this world. However, sitting around and doing nothing had gotten me nowhere. It was time for a change. I needed to shake things up.