"Um, I should go..."

"I...this was...I shouldn't have come here" she stuttered, blushing. A little late for that, I thought...given my dick is inside you and I've just creampied you (twice).

Still, I could get her back any time. Experiment successful, I guess.

"Well, want to rinse off at least?" I asked, painfully aware that the only thing preventing a flood of cum from exiting onto my couch was my slowly deflating manhood.

"Nah" she replied, sounding somewhat unsteady, before standing up with a slurping sound as my dick came free.

And then...she just left. Put her clothes on and went without another word.

I guess the book didn't change her underlying feelings for me, just made her driven to complete those specific acts? Not ideal, but definitely abusable. I mean usable. Usable.

I went for a quick shower, the memory of that tight pussy intruding into my thoughts again and again. With this book I could do anything. Anything.

But not now. I fell asleep scheming on what I could use this for; world domination? Riches beyond my imaging? Just sex until I died happy?