Day 1: Breakfast

A/N: I got a little carried away when writing here. Whoopsie! Enjoy!

The rest of your night is pretty uneventful. You wind up falling asleep with Bianca right there in the porn studio after chatting. You almost think this is too good to be true. A great job with Willis Enterprises awaits, and you have a beautiful woman who wishes nothing more to please you and wait on you hand and foot. You groggily begin to stir and open your eyes. You nearly panic as Bianca's not there. Your fears are quickly assauged however, with the smell of bacon wafting in from a nearby kitchen. You never thought a porn studio would be so equipped, but your stay so far has been full of surprises. You get up out of bed and dress yourself, following your nose to the smell of breakfast.

Behind the stove is Bianca, wearing nothing but a cooking apron. She turns her head when she hears you walk in, "Oh! I'm so sorry John. I wanted to surprise you. I should have asked if you wanted me to prepare your meal and what you wanted to eat." Bianca says in earnest. You look at the table before you. What a spread! Bianca fixed you a breakfast fit for a king. She must have been preparing this for a couple hours now. "Bianca, this is amazing! There's no way I could eat this all." You sit down and Bianca moves to serve you. "Thank you for your kind words. I hope my cooking is to your liking. What can I get you?"

You look at the gamut of options in front of you. Ham, bacon, eggs, sausage, hash browns, toast, different jellies, powdered french toast.... "I'll have some eggs, bacon, sausage, a little bit of ham, and two french toast." You say, eyeing the cornocopia of choices which lay before you. Bianca nods "Of course, John." She quickly places these things on a plate and serves you. The silverware is already set with a glass of OJ ready for you to begin your meal. You look up at Bianca, she stands there smiling at you with her hands neatly in the lap portion of her apron, "Something the matter, Master John?"

"Why aren't you eating as well?" You ask. Bianca simply responds, "This is your food, Master. I can eat more simply, so do not worry about me. Just enjoy to your hearts' content." Bianca jestures to the table full of food with an open palm. "Sit down and eat. There's no way I can finish all this myself. Don't want it to go to waste." You say as you begin to eat. Bianca's cooking is decent enough and there's certainly enough variety. You eat wordlessly as you continue to eye Bianca and hoping her breasts pop out of her apron.

Bianca takes a few bites. "Thank you for worrying about me. But it looks like you have something on your mind?" She asks as she takes a sausage link, sticking it between her plump lips and taking a bite. You "Mmm." As you have your mouth full. After swallowing, you say "Was just hoping that your breasts would pop out of that apron." You say casually, looking to see what Bianca's reaction is.

"No problem, Master John!" Bianca exclaims, loosening the top of the apron so that you can see her bountiful bosom. Her tits stand slightly erect due to the morning chill. "How's that?" You cut up some french toast and eat it up. "Your breasts are amazing Bianca. Wish I could feel them up right now." You didn't stop yourself before that last part of your thought slipped out of your mouth. You feel the blood rush to your face as you try to spit out an apology.

Bianca stands up and immediately puts her massive jugs right in front of you to your left, so you may do as you wish to them. "Of course! I am happy to please you." You feel yourself getting a boner as you witness the awesome spectacle before you. You take the opportunity and cup Bianca's left breast in your hand, feeling up the nipple. It's every bit as awesome as you wanted it to be.

"Mmm.." Bianca says. You decide to try something out and pick up the breakfast syrup from the table. You spread a little bit over Bianca's left breast and nipple, licking and sucking it up along her flesh. "Yes, Master. So good. Eat me up as much as you want.

"Tell me how you feel, having to stop your breakfast for this? You ask. "John, I am happy when you are happy. I am pleased you find me sexually appealing and that my body satisfies you." Bianca says. You didn't get what it really means to be a Whittman before. You suspect that you still don't. "How do you like being with me?" You continue, as your tongue splays over her nipple. "Oh John, Mmm. It's such an honor being chosen by you for a date. I love being able to serve your every need." Bianca is as genuine as can be. An ideal Whittwoman. You realize that is part of being a Whittman. Having someone like Bianca who genuinely wants to serve, empower, and fulfill you to be the greatest.

You finish cleaning up the little bit of syrup. "Let's finish up breakfast first. It's getting cold." The rest of your breakfast goes without too much problem, but looks like you will need to take care of that boner soon.

"Thanks for the breakfast. It was great", you say. Bianca nods and says, "Don't worry about the mess, I'll take care of it later. What would you like to do today?" Wayne graciously gave you the first day of work off to get yourself situated with Willis Enterprises and the Whittmen. You think about Bianca's question and....