The World Is Mine For The Taking

Chapter 510 - 81 - Two Professors (3)

Experience tales with empire

I leaned back on the table, both hands braced against the surface for support, as Irene kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth, all while Gabrielle’s lips were wrapped tightly around my cock, sucking with dedication.

They seemed so absorbed in what they were doing, utterly immersed, as if nothing else existed.

Irene glanced down mid-kiss and noticed Gabrielle diligently licking and sucking me. She chuckled softly, a teasing, mocking sound, before shifting her gaze to me with seductive, half-lidded eyes. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees.

"Move, Gabrielle. Let me show you how it’s really done," Irene said, her voice dripping with confidence.

Gabrielle looked up at Irene, glaring for a moment, but reluctantly released my cock, her lips leaving a wet, glistening trail behind. She handed it over, though her annoyance was evident.

Irene wrapped her fingers around my shaft, gripping it firmly, and began stroking me. It was like she was wiping away Gabrielle’s saliva, almost making a show of it. Then she leaned in, pressing her lips to the tip, licking it in slow, deliberate circles before taking it into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head, exploring every inch, and her eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time.

She was clearly studying my reactions, trying to figure out what made me twitch or moan, honing in on those sensitive spots so she could hit them over and over.

Gabrielle scoffed. "You call that making Master feel good?" she asked incredulously. "Your actions are amateurish. And you think you’re better than me? Please. There are women in Master’s harem who could put you to shame without even trying."

Irene pulled back, my cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop, a trail of saliva connecting her mouth to the tip before it snapped.

"Oh? If that’s the case, then show me," Irene challenged with a smirk.

Gabrielle didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she turned her eyes to me and opened her mouth wide, letting me see everything—her tongue, teeth, gums, uvula, tonsils, all the way down her throat. The gesture was unmistakable.

Irene frowned in confusion until I grabbed the back of Gabrielle’s head and, without hesitation, pushed her down in one swift, deliberate motion. My cock slid past her lips and plunged deep into her throat, her mouth taking me entirely without even the hint of a gag.

Irene’s eyes widened in shock.

Gabrielle looked up at me, her expression calm despite my dick lodged firmly in her throat. The feeling of her soft, constricting throat around me was incredible, entirely different from the tightness of a pussy.

"E-Eh? Isn’t that—" Irene stammered.

Gabrielle didn’t even look at her, keeping her focus on me as I began thrusting into her mouth. The slick, wet tightness of her throat enveloped me with every stroke, and I could feel her swallowing instinctively, adding to the pleasure. Her neck bulged slightly, the outline of my cock visible with each deep thrust.

Gabrielle, seeing Irene’s bold move, started removing her black slacks. She slid them off along with her underwear, one foot out, then the other, before stepping closer to me.

"Master, I’d like to challenge Irene," Gabrielle said, her tone steady but sharp. "She seems like she’s trying to provoke me into this anyway."

Challenge? What kind of challenge was she even talking about?

"I challenge you, Irene, to a battle of sex. Whichever pussy Master cums into wins." Gabrielle’s words came out with a fiery confidence as she straddled me too. Unlike Irene, who was facing me, Gabrielle turned her back to me, positioning herself on my hips.

"Oh? Aren’t you worried that the tightness of mine might make him cum inside me instead?" Irene teased, trying to mask the tension with a mocking grin.

Gabrielle didn’t dignify that with a reply. Instead, she looked back at me. "Master, please come inside me," she whispered.

Then, without warning, Gabrielle leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Irene.

"Wha—! Huh?!" Irene gasped, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected hug.

But she quickly realized Gabrielle’s real intention. This wasn’t a gesture of affection—it was strategy. Gabrielle’s embrace lifted Irene just enough to slide her off me, creating space to guide my cock out.

"G-Gabrielle! This is cheating! What are you doing?!" Irene protested, glaring down at her rival.

"I’m just giving Master the chance to choose between us," Gabrielle replied coolly. "If you want to challenge me to see who can pleasure him better, then this is the only way to do it fairly, right?"

"B-But... this is turning into a threesome! Don’t you realize that?!"

Both of them despised each other too much to entertain the thought of sharing me in a threesome. Irene’s tone was almost incredulous, as though Gabrielle had completely lost her mind.

"T-This isn’t a threesome!" Gabrielle stammered, clearly flustered. "I don’t like the idea of it being one!" She shook her head vehemently. "T-This is just a challenge to see whose pussy can make Master cum. If I win, you’ll leave him alone and find someone else. But if you win..." She hesitated before finishing, "...I can’t promise anything about the others, but I’ll leave Master."

Her words carried a sense of resolve, a determination to see this through no matter the outcome.

"I can’t let you leave, Gabrielle," I said firmly, my tone leaving no room for argument.

"So please, cum inside me," Gabrielle insisted, her voice softening but her conviction unwavering.

She was serious about this. One way or another, this was spiraling into something I couldn’t control—and it wasn’t going to end well for me.