A little down time

I looked at the clock by my bed – just after 10:30 in the morning. I got myself cleaned up and headed out to the common area. A movie was playing on the TV with a few girls watching it. Someone had made coffee and hot tea to share. A cheese and fruit platter was out and already half-finished. It was odd seeing all these women, some interacting, some in their own little world, all of them assembled to bring me pleasure. One at a time didn't seem so odd. All of them together at once just drove home in my mind how powerful this magic was.

Sandra caught my eye from across the room and smiled at me. She was talking to Inez, the woman who had started this all when she obeyed my command to replace the shirt she had messed up. Inez was wiggling in her seat, clearly uncomfortable. I smiled to myself as I remembered her persona – she was very horny this weekend and just needed to get laid. She would be indifferent to me except for the fact that I was the only available cock. Sandra nodded towards Inez and raised an eyebrow at me, seeming to ask if I wanted her next. I shook my head no and sat down at the kitchen table. Nibbling on a piece of fruit I thought how much better it would be if Inez went as long as possible without being satisfied. I scrolled through the news on my phone and listened to the soft hum of indistinct conversations.

After another hour or so, Jenna asked me to move aside so she and Angela could put out a spread of food for lunch. As we ate, I had some light conversation with Shauna and Crystal. I couldn't remember off-hand what Shauna's persona was supposed to be, but our conversation was pleasant and natural. She was an immigrant from Aruba with very dark skin. She asked some leading questions about me, my personal life, my romantic life, etc. I finally remembered – she was supposed to feel a nurturing desire to make sure I was “taken care of.” She felt it her duty to make sure I wasn't getting frustrated due to all the beautiful women tempting me. When I turned the topic back to Shauna and her hobbies, we heard all about her training program for her next cycling race. Though she was naturally heavier, Shauna was very fit. Her active lifestyle involved a lot of swimming and cycling, for which she kept her hair very short. “If I didn't keep this busy, my body would balloon up in no time!” she joked. Our conversation was quickly joined by Beatrice, who had overheard Shauna's discussion of sports and immediately wanted to hear more. It turned out they had much in common, as Bea (as she preferred to be called) worked at a sporting goods store. “Why don't the two of you go talk somewhere else,” I said, which was met with expressions of mild disgust. My mistake, try again, “Go somewhere else and talk,” I ordered them. Bea and Shauna quickly got up and left. That left me alone with Crystal.

Crystal was the tallest of the group, appearing even taller because her frizzy hair, dyed partly blond, rose straight up and split in the middle, hanging down wither direction in two big bushes. Her light-brown face had a smattering of freckles, but I hardly noticed them because I was drawn in by her green eyes. Now that it was the two of us, Crystal seemed to relax.

“You've been quiet,” I commented.

“I didn't have much to say,” she explained. “I'm not into any of that stuff.”

I asked her to tell me what she was into, and I learned that Crystal was a local musician. She had steady gigs as a singer-songwriter and had hopes of signing with a major label soon. She was poised and confident, though naturally quiet. I remembered watching her walk through the room earlier. She was very thin with almost no chest to speak of. Yet her posture and grace of movement made it hard for me to look away. I casually mentioned how I enjoyed watching her move and she was suddenly flustered. Oh right... this weekend, Crystal would be ashamed of her pleasure. She would be uncomfortable of thinking of herself as a sexual being and would try to hide the pleasure she felt, despite being very sensitive to sexual touch. I began picturing what it might be like to watch her try to hide her face while cumming on my cock, and it made me ready to command her to retreat with me to the bedroom, but we were interrupted by Sandra.

“Someone's waiting for you,” she whispered in my ear.

I nodded and rose from the table. “We'll talk more later,” I assured Crystal. She averted her eyes and waved awkwardly, still uncomfortable.

Sandra walked with me back to the bedroom and gave me a last, lingering kiss before opening the door and directing me inside.