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I help clean up the girls, and Samara walks over to me and asks if I am leaving; I pull her into my embrace and kiss her. She playfully hits my chest, looks down, and smiles; I tell her something came up, and I have to go as it will help all of us. So, it's best that I take care of this as soon as possible. So we can all live together. I hear that the resort is leaving business a couple of miles outside the city. It can hold up to 5,000 people, so I plan on getting Zehra to buy it and turn it into a big house for all of us. It should only take six months to a year, as they don't have to build it from the ground up. She smiles, thinking how amazing I am at working to make things flow to our harem. She hugs me, and some of the girls behind her giggle; I look at them.
I don't think I have seen these ladies before; who are they, Samara?
They are the new pledges this semester, and most have boyfriends. So don't try it.
I laugh and look at the new girls that I just impregnated today and spoke.
As long as they love their boyfriends, they don't need to worry, but I want to let them know if they find that I am more than what they are looking for, I am more than ready to make sweet love to them.
As I said, most of them blushed. I can tell some doubts about whether staying with their boyfriend is right. I don't break my bottom line as long as I don't touch them. If they choose to end it with their boyfriend, it just means the boyfriend wasn't up to par. She rolls her eyes and reaches into my underwear.
Come by tomorrow; I wish to have this inside me again. My pussy has been lonely dear.
I will; after all, I have people here who need good love—my dear Samara.
I kiss her passionately. We stop, and the other girls are dressed, so I add them to the group chat. They smile, hug, and kiss me. I love being surrounded by this much love. It's amazing. It's good to be loved by so many beautiful and unique women. I can enjoy this for the rest of my life. Thank youW.A.S.S.
(You're welcome)
I walk to Cai's room with the other three, and as we walk by the new girls, I wink at them. And they blush and look away; I am now inside their heads. It's only a matter of time before they become mine. I get to the room and start to get dressed. I kiss the girl's goodbye, and we leave the room. Ava and the other girls are waiting for us, and they want to kiss me. But I tell them to wait until we get downstairs, as I want to show everyone else that they have become mine. They blushed at that and smiled that I was not hiding it. They like that I show the world that I am a man who owns my choices and lets the world see them.
They walk behind me as we head down. The common room is enormous, and there are about 26 girls watching TV and talking, some of them talking to each other. I see the five or so girls who left while I was making love to my girls. They blush and whisper to the girls near them. The girls laugh and blush. As I start to kiss my new girls, I hear arguing outside. A guy runs into the house and looks around until he sees Nyla.
You bitch, what do you think you're doing breaking up with me over the phone. Do you know who I am and what I can do to you?
No wonder she broke up with him. The guy screams a violent asshole; I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into my embrace. She jumps a little but then leans into it. Smiling at my warmth.
Miles, you have never treated me well. Do you think I don't know you were fucking some of the cheerleaders behind my back? Just because you're on the football team doesn't mean you run the place. But it doesn't matter anymore; I found a guy with a big white dick that puts your tiny ass black dick to shame. He made me squirt, something you have never done. Shit, you have never even made me orgasm, but then you want to go around and cheat on me. He wouldn't even have sex with me until I broke up with you; he is a lustful and greedy man. But even if he doesn't want to be a man who goes behind people's backs, you are no man in front of him.
He didn't take too kindly to being called out, but he is a loser who went behind his girlfriend's back and cheated on her. Man, if you can't own your shit, then why even fucking, do it. Cowards, he walks over, and I put her behind me as the rest of the girls step back as this will go to blows. He stops in front of me and bows up, trying to act like he is the shit.
Cracker, you think you're that guy. You're about to find out how we deal with you on the streets.
Really? Do they not get tired of using the same shitty insult as it's supposed to mean anything. Racist assholes will be racist.
All I hear is a dog barking. If you're going to swing, then fucking swing; if not, lick your hurt ego somewhere else. You're dirtying my personal space with your stupidity.
He swings, and I grab his hand and squeeze it so lightly he falls to his knees, and his hand starts to feel like it will break. He swings with the other, and I grab it. Did he think anything was going to change if he tried again? He isn't even in the same realm as me anymore; he starts to curse me out and tell me to let him go and fight like a man. I humor him and let go as he tries to tackle me, but I lower his head and lean on him, pushing him to the ground as I mount his back, slapping the back of his head.
The girls watch as I smack the star linebacker of their football team and giggle as he can't do anything against me. I hold him by his Afro, slap him, and pull him around as he curses me even more, telling me to fight like a man.
Would I fight a little boy like a man? You can't even handle a couple of slaps from me, and you want to act like you're the shit. You are nothing but a cheating bitch, that doesn't dare to let your skeletons out of their closet. I don't see you as a man, just a boy acting like one. After all, the women of this sorority know what I am about, and your girlfriend was ok with how I am. Because I am honest to my desires and sincere to those I love. While you go around lying to the people, you say you're in love, you're a bitch, and that's a fact.
I drag him by his afro and open the front door where his home boys are; I know one of them. I kicked his ass the last time I was here; he sees me and backs up behind his friends as he doesn't want any part of this. At least he learned his place with his head in front of me. I throw him onto the lawn, and his home boys run to him, asking if he is alright. He pushes them off him, gets up, and charges me, and I move out of the way and trip him as he heads face-first into a light post. Fucking up his nose and grill, that shit is so cringe. Why the fuck would you put gold on your teeth? No class at all.
He pulls himself up and turns around, squaring up. Really? You need to know when to quit fucking losers. He swings, and I grab his arm, twisting and spinning him until his feet come off the ground. I throw him, making him slide about 30 feet on the lawn; everyone has their mouths open at what happened. I look at Nyla and wink; she smiles and blushes. Her eyes say she made the right choice in picking me, as do the other girls.
I walk over to him. He pulls himself up, but he is dizzy. I land a light punch on his chin, knocking him out; his home boys rush me. But after about five minutes of toying with them, I end it as if I have more important things to do than play with little boys. The only one that didn't do anything was the guy whose name I had forgotten, Grace's ex-boyfriend. Well, it doesn't matter as I head back to my girls and give Nyla a deep and sloppy kiss in front of everyone. A lowrider pulls up, and Scarlett moves closer to me. I can tell where this is going, but I already handled seven people; what's five or more to it?
Scarlett, you bitch. Where are you? Get out here.
She hugs my arm, and I wrap my arm, pulling her into my embrace. This guy sees this, and he becomes enraged as he walks over here; he is short as fuck, like 5'4, he has short-man anger. On top of that fact, he screams stereotypes of Mexican-hood guys.
What the fuck is this? Bitch, you are cheating on me with this white boy. He looks like a fucking loser. How old is his ass? What do you like about him? This crusty old white guy now?
Well, at least he has better insults, but not by much. I chuckle as he looks like an angry version of Mario, just Mexican instead of Italian. He doesn't take kindly to that as I move Scarlett behind me and walk over to him. Looking down on him, both for real and metaphorically. As he is short as fuck for someone that is talking shit that he can't back up. His homeboys are standing about ten feet behind him; they don't look like anyone who can handle me.
It would be best if you did some mental and physical growth. As this is more than you can handle, she doesn't want to be with you anymore, and I think I may know why. Your anger issues need to be dealt with before you end up being alone for the rest of your short life, as it can cause you healthy matters. I don't mean it about your height—maybe a little, like you.
He loses it as he swings, and I lay him out with one hit. His homeboy freezes as they watch him fall to the ground like a small sack of potatoes. They rush me but don't end up any better; I kiss my girls as they call the cops to get the guys off the lawn. As they don't want to have the whole school know I kicked their asses, they leave. I won't be seeing any of them again. I head to my car as my girls flash me their tits as a thank you for taking care of their ex-boyfriends. God, I love those girls. College girls are just so much fun.
I pull out and make my way to Zehra's house.