Brand New Day

Tom woke up to the feeling of a nose pushed again his neck and a hand rubbing his chest. He looked down to see the wide blue eyes of Catherine staring up at him.

"I'm sorry about last night," she said. He shook his head at her.

"Its in the past. You normally don't wake up before if I'm not off."

"I wanted a ride before work. Please Tommy bear?" She asked, leaning her face on his shoulder.

"I won't say no to morning sex," he said with a smile. She cheered and began to straddle him, rubbing her already slick slit all over the underside of his morning wood. She moaned as the bumps at the end of his tip rubbed against her clit before she lifted herself and slid herself down.

Tom looked at her as she slid down. He did still love her, and he loved her body. But in his mind's eye, he still saw her breasts as firmer and larger than they were - Tom always secretly wished she had F cups, though her D's were already plenty. He thought of her ass being a little larger, a little firmer, and he wished she wanted to be a three hole slut for him, and for anyone he wanted her to fuck. His mind wandered to the idea of her fucking other men and women, but always coming back to him. That his cock was the best cock. He also thought of her watching him, maybe as he cucked someone like Peter Billings. He thought of her being fine with him having a huge harem of women, and the thought was almost enough to make him explode inside her as she bounced up and down on his cock, her tits smacking against her chest as she popped down on him.

She began to grind down on him, feeling his cock run against her g-spot and she moaned as her first orgasm approached. She leaned back and began to finger her clit as she moved her hips.

"Cum for me, Tommy. Fill me up!" She moaned. He loved the image of his wife being a slut, his slut, even as she was now, and it was enough he exploded inside of her.

She let out a scream as her came too, her pussy clamped down on his cock as his seed flooded her. She fell to the side and laughed.

"I need to do that before the gym more often," she said, her voice still slightly trilling from her orgasm.

Tom got up to get in the shower and started to wash himself. He felt good, better than he had in ages. Of course, the constant sex probably was helping. By the time he got out, Catherine was off to the gym, everyone else was asleep, and he was off to the coffee shop. He remembered to grab the bottle of "thickening syrup" before he left.

Tom parked his car behind the Cafe and saw Julia waiting in the cold. She was thicker than Carrie, a somewhat chubby Latina woman in graduate school, with tattoos running up one arm and a nose ring. She was, up until quite recently, what Tom wished Charly was more like - still keeping that alt/goth look, but actually doing something with her life. While Charly mooched off of him and sucked off Logan for the privilege, Julia had a stable job and a bachelor's degree in science. It was some kind of biology degree, Tom knew, but a degree nonetheless. She could get a job running blood tests or working in a forestry service once she had her doctorate, or something like it. Meanwhile Charly was getting good at causing orgasms. Tom considered that she should at least put that talent to better use.

"Hurry the fuck up Tom, I'm freezing!" Julia shouted as he walked to the door. She had opted for wearing a skirt today, which Tom wondered if that'd be helpful for her should he try his theory. He turned the key in the lock and let her inside. At least when Julia swore, he knew it wasn't meant to insult him, it was simply how she spoke.

Julia ran past him to the employee restroom on the other side of the storage room. He took this chance to get her drink going - a hot vanilla latte, as she preferred on cold mornings. He held the thickening syrup in his hand and considered. He didn't dislike Julia. She was a good worker, and a kind person under the scraggly exterior. His cum changed people - his wife stopped hating him, his step-daughter wanted to be better, Carrie wasn't as shy, Brenda and Ashliegh immediately took the stick out, though they might put Tom's stick in it's place. But did Julia deserve to be treated as such?

Then again, Carrie being less shy might also help Julia be less scary. And a small voice rang in Tom's head.

A king needs advisors. A king needs advisors. The president has his cabinet. An owner needs good management.

Another thought in his mind. Of Julia giving him a titfuck to rival the best porn could give. Of Carrie and Julia having a threeway with him, of them bringing rude customers special drinks to make them good obedient bimbo sluts. To help make the people in town happy.

He held the syrup in his hand, the nearly finished latte in front of him, as Julia returned.

"What you got there, Bossman?"