Contemplation. Oh, and taking Brooke's virginity

I go over to the big, plush couch and plop down. My couch. This is my couch now! Should I have Brooke hire some movers to bring over my stuff? She can just put that on a credit card, right? I'll worry about that kind of stuff later. "Brooke, bring me a drink."

"Yes, sir!" She runs off to the kitchen.

Four days. Four days! In four days I've got Brooke better trained than Binita was after three weeks. Is it the reassurance of Caitlin that made such a big difference? Is it the smaller masturbation/brainwashing sessions throughout the day instead of one long one at night? Is letting her get release while thinking about me several times a day better than edging? Is it that she thought her urges to do things were her own? There are a lot of factors.

I can at least test one of them. I send a message to Freya. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

She sends a message back. "Better. Can we get together and talk about this? I won't try anything, I just want to talk."

"Talk about what?"

This response takes her a few seconds. "I want to tell you that I'm sorry for attacking you."

I laugh a little. "Are you ready to beg for my cock yet?"

There's a pause, then the three dots do their appear-and-disappear dance as Freya writes and rewrites something. Finally I get a message. I can almost hear her Scottish accent as I read it. "Fuck you, you worthless shit! Fuck you fuck you fuck you!"

Okay, this is good. She's recovered from last week's failed training experiment and she's at about the same place that Binita was after a couple of weeks. We're mostly on track.

Brooke brings in a can of coke and sets it in front of me.

"What's this shit? I meant some kind of fancy ****, or at least a beer."

Brooke looks heartbroken. "I'm sorry, sir. I don't have any ****."

"Well, get some. Go shopping and get me some good stuff. Here, I'll make you a list of food I like, since you're making a trip."

After I finish the list, I take a sip of the coke and type a long message for Freya. I tell her to stop edging herself at night, and instead masturbate to completion several times a day. Of course it doesn't count if she's not thinking about me as she cums. I give her the same instructions as Brooke, do it when she thinks of me, say things out loud, etc. She still gets a break on any day that I fuck her. I don't bother trying to make her forget any of it, she'd definitely realize that only I could make her stop the edging and start a different routine. Hopefully this will be enough to speed her along.

As I finish, I see Brooke coming out of the bedroom in a nice summer dress. She smiles demurely and looks down at the floor as she leaves for the grocery store. I relax on the couch for a few minutes and check out her massive home entertainment system. The TV takes up what would be half of a wall in my old apartment.

Then I take another tour of my new place. I figure out which bedroom I want to be mine. I actually don't need the master bedroom, the next biggest is still really nice. The master bedroom has plenty of space for the bunkbeds I'll get for all my girls, and it has a walk-in closet to hold all their uniforms and shit. That will leave the third bedroom to be converted into a pool room or something.

By the time Brooke gets back, puts away the groceries, and changes back into her uniform, it's getting pretty late. I lead her to the bedroom I picked out for myself and order her to undress me. Feeling her gently pull off my clothes and hearing her breathe heavily as my chubby body excites her, it's the best feeling of my life. I sit in the bed and examine her in her sexy uniform again. At some point I'm sure I'll fuck her fully naked, but right now I love seeing her in that uniform.

I wave her over, and she crawls onto the bed with me. She's still shyly looking down, which I really like. She straddles my lap, and I grab the poofy shoulders of her uniform and pull it down. It slides off her pale shoulders, then pulls down and reveals her pert breasts. I pull them out of the lacy black bra and squeeze them. She moans lightly. I take a nipple in my mouth and suck on it. Her breathing gets super short, like a dog panting. If she were allowed to talk, I'm sure she'd be telling me nobody has ever sucked her nipples before. I play with them a bunch to make up for her late education.

"Sit up a bit," I tell her.

"Yes, sir."

She lifts up, and I reach under her short skirt. Her panties are thin and wet. I push them to the side. I hold my cock against her pussy lips with one hand and use the other hand to guide her down by her waist. She slowly sinks down, impaling herself on my cock.

"There," I say, sternly but tenderly. "Your maidenhood is mine."

She's still unable to look me in the eye, but she looks like she's about to burst.

"If there's something you want to say right now, you can look at me and say it."

She looks up at me with absolute devotion. "Thank you, sir!"

"You're welcome. Now ride my cock, bitch!"

Brooke breaks into a huge smile as she pushes herself up, then drops down on my cock. She goes at it hard, riding me at a quick pace. I'll teach her about easing into it later. Right now, this is incredible!

I try to stay in a sitting position, but soon I'm too overwhelmed and I fall backwards on the bed. Brooke puts her hands on my chest and uses the leverage to grind on my cock faster. I lie there, looking up at the hottest girl I've ever met in real life as she fucks the shit out of me. I don't give her any warning as I shoot my load up into her.

When I'm done, I say, "That was good for a first time. You can go to your room now. If I'm not up by 9, wake me with a blowjob."

"Yes, sir!" she says with total devotion.

I sleep amazingly well.