Hard to decide

"Hmmm..." you hum, swiping back and front on the tablet. "I think Olya and Sasha are definitely great and I'm sure Vladimir would be happy with either. They're both so pretty and..." you trail off at the end, not wanting to finish your thought aloud, although you're pretty sure Abby knows what you're thinking.

"I could reach out to both of them on social media, see if they're open to the idea. What should I offer them? 1 million if they say yes?" Abby suggests.

"What if neither say yes? What if both say yes? I don't know. Let me think about it. I'll sleep on it and let you know in the morning," you say, getting up to leave and taking the tablet with you.

"Okay, good night. Remember, we don't have much time left and a flight from Russia takes a long time," Abby calls after you. You wave in acknowledgement as you head upstairs. It's late and the entire estate is quiet. Your bedroom is dark when you enter, and you can vaguely make out the shape of Daria in the bed. Apart from the first time you had met her in the garden, you haven't had sex with her again. The past 4 nights have just been you 2 cuddling and kissing, sometimes with Daria rubbing your cock with her hands, but nothing further. You hadn't rushed her due to her state of mind, but the erection you're sporting now requires attention. You consider going back to find Abby, but she's been working hard and you decide to leave her alone and get some rest. It still leaves an entire estate full of beautiful women contract bound to pleasure and please you, but you doubt anyone is awake at this hour.

So, standing in the dark in your bedroom, you open the tablet again to look at the women Abby had scouted. You decide to look up Olya and you easily navigate to her social media page where you see that she has just posted a picture. It's her at home in a white top that shows off her assets and a pair of blue jeans that hugs her slim figure.

You check the time stamp and you see that Olya literally posted the picture a minute ago. That means she'll still be at that location in the picture and wearing the same outfit. You think for a moment about what you're going to do, before you activate 3 of your magic rings in quick succession. First, you stop time. Then, you activate your mind control ring. Finally, you teleport to the location in the picture and just as you had guessed, it's in Olya's luxury apartment bedroom. In fact, she's still standing in front of the mirror where she had taken the selfie and is looking down at her phone.

You let time resume and Olya continues to type on her phone. You let her go on for a while before you clear your throat to announce your presence. Startled, Olya spins around to see you holding a tablet in your robe and she looks alarmed.

"Stop. Don't panic. Don't scream. You'll be obedient and do as I say," you command. In the past, you would have checked if she was compliant, but you've used your magic rings enough to be sure of your ability to control her. "Do you speak English?" you ask.

"A... a little," Olya responds in a heavy Russian accent.

"Do you understand English?"

Olya nods.

"Good. Now, remove your bra without taking off your top," you instruct the Russian beauty. She proceeds to do that thing women do by sliding off the straps and maneuvering the bra off. It's a little more difficult for Olya due to her massive breasts, but she eventually succeeds and she holds the flower-patterned bra out to you. Her brown areolas and nipples are now prominently visible through her white top.

"Drop the bra then take an identical selfie as the 1 you had just posted, and post that too," you say. Olya does as told and you make sure to step out of her shot, but stay close enough to watch her do as told. She turns to you when she's done.

"Great. Now, pop those puppies out."

Olya stares at you blankly and does nothing. Puzzled, you're about to check if your mind control ring is still activated, when you realize that the language barrier is the cause. "Um, pull your tits out. Your breasts," you say, emphasizing breasts by motioning to your own chest. This time Olya gets the message and she proceeds to pull her the front of her top down with 1 hand and pull her breasts out with the other, until they're sticking out and stretching the neck opening of her white top. They are perfectly round mounds of flesh. Unable to resist, you set your tablet down to the side and go and grab her breasts, groping and squeezing them. They feel like warm water balloons about to pop. However, as you slow down and examine them more closely, you don't feel any scars.

"Are they real?" you ask. Olya shakes her head.

"Wow, you must have a good doctor." Olya nods.

Next, you look up at her face and notice her plump lips. You lean in and kiss her gently. You're pretty sure she's had some work done on her lips too, and likely other parts of her face or body, but she looks perfect. You step back and tell her to spin around for you, admiring her body. Huge breasts, thin waist, pretty face, long blonde hair, firm ass. She's the whole package and certainly would please Vladimir.

However, there's nothing in the agreement where you can't sample the goods first. You undo your robe and it falls open, letting your now hard cock spring free. Olya doesn't react due to her being under your mind control.

"On your knees," you command Olya. She kneels and stares straight ahead through your legs. "Suck my cock." Olya straightens her back to access your cock and she puts her lips around it while keeping her hands on her thigh. It's a little awkward at first since she's not using her hands, but once she latches onto your cock properly and starts to move her head back and forth, you groan in pleasure. Her soft and full lips feel great wrapped around your cock and while Olya goes slow, she makes good use her tongue and inside of her mouth to provide maximum pleasure to you. If your eyes were closed and you had just felt the sensation, you might have even mistaken her mouth for her pussy.

You bend your knees slightly and reach down to touch Olya's breasts. You start to take a step back but Olya follows you with her mouth attached to your cock and you stop yourself.

"Stop. Put my cock between your breasts and fuck me with them," you say with a grin. Olya then puffs out her chest and takes your cock between her hefty globes, pressing them together and proceeding to move her body the best she can to slide your cock up and down the valley of her breasts. Her saliva has lubricated your cock enough that the sensation feels great and you feel yourself close to cumming soon.

"Shit, stop, stop, stop," you say hastily, and Olya freezes with the tip of your cock barely visible out the top of her breasts. You take a deep breath and gingerly extract your cock without deriving too much pleasure from the motion. You heave a sigh of relief when you don't cum, and you walk away, exploring Olya's apartment as you calm down. You're impressed that Olya has luxury goods everywhere in the house, although her furniture isn't that expensive. This must be the lifestyle of a social media influencer.

After a brief self-guided tour of the apartment, you return to Olya. You're still hard, but you're off the edge of cumming as you stare at Olya with her breasts out. Of course, you're going to have some more fun with her, but you're already starting to think ahead to the agreement with Vladimir. It appears Olya's understanding of English is rather basic and even with your mind control, she might not do exactly as you want and need her to. It might be a problem if Vladimir isn't satisfied and it puts you in a bind.