Meet the New Housemates

You are still trying to get your head around the surprising reality that you're now living with seven hot, horny women who each desire only you and any other girls you happen to be attracted to. Of course it's a good thing, as much as you wish you had the moral character to think otherwise. The threesome potential is off the scale already, and Susannah still wants to bring in at least six more hotties for you. Does she always have to be a part of the threesomes? There are an awful lot more combo options that unlock if she doesn't, but you're not quite sure what the rules you made up when you were pissed out of your bonce last night are.

When you attempt to assess your current situation with your brain and not your dick, what concerns you more than a little is that you're still not even five per cent of the way through your total wish quota yet. If only you had asked for fifty more wishes instead of a thousand. You could be quite happy with what you have now, but with so many of your often unspoken desires still to be magically unleashed into reality, you fear that everything will spiral into total chaos before long. After all, the majority of your wishes so far have been accidents - usually made while you were either drunk or horny or both. While everyone in your fuck mansion seems happy with their new existence, you wonder how some of their families might feel about their daughter, granddaughter or sister's sudden, unexpected decision to join your sex cult. You could always wish for their approval, but that would just make things even more fucked up than they already are.

Your train of thought is interrupted by Allegra, who is looking at you much more favourably this morning than she ever has up until now.

"Ah, you are awake, Master Rory. Is there anything I can do to help kick start your morning? I could rustle you up a nice English breakfast? Or perhaps you'd prefer to begin the day with some good old fashioned fellatio?"

Fellatio? What the fuck?!

"Er, no thanks Allegra I'm good for now."

"As you wish, but do feel free to take advantage of my services any time you care to. And don't forget, my butler duties extend to just about anything you desire" she walks away but turns and shoots you a wink before rounding the corner "Anything."

Fuck. Is Allegra now horny for you because Susannah used her new power on her, or did one of your rogue drunken wishes turn her into some kind of butler prostitute? You honestly can't be sure.

You decide not to think too much about it and wander into the kitchen to make yourself a bowl of Frosties, when you are suddenly confronted with the blonde, long haired version of Susannah that you have always secretly dreamed about.

This must be Savannah then.

If she is to be a fully accurate, real life manifestation of your long held fantasy of Susannah's twin, then Savannah will be more of a girly girl than your partner is and also adorably ditzy. Basically a cross between your girlfriend and a Barbie doll.

"Hey, Rory, I'm Savannah! We spoke a little last night, but I'm guessing you were too out of it to remember?"

She got that right.

It is mind blowing to you that you are speaking to someone you literally brought into existence on a drunken whim. You realise this is a wish you can't ever undo for moral reasons, since wiping Savannah from reality would be almost akin to murder. So it looks like Susannah has a permanent twin now. What's more, it seems Savannah will be sticking around here for the foreseeable future, since she has nowhere but your mansion to go.

"It's great to meet you Savannah. So, uh.." you scratch your head as you try to come to terms with this "How did you manage to find Susannah, exactly"

"I dunno really. It was the weirdest thing. I just kind of found myself here yesterday with no memory of anything other than my twin. I guess I must have amnesia or something?"

Savannah is really fucking hot, you guiltily think to yourself as she continues to talk. You wonder if Susannah would be up for a threesome with her twin, or if that would cross a boundary for her? It doesn't seem like she has many sexual boundaries left, to be honest. And they aren't even really related, since Savannah was basically conjured up out of thin air. But Susannah doesn't know that and there is no reasonable way of explaining it to her.

"Maybe we could head up to my room for a bit? It would be a good opportunity for us to get to know each other better. Or we could have a sauna together?" Savannah suggests.

Of course you are tempted, but fucking the dumbed down blonde clone of your girlfriend that you drunkenly created last night has 'bad idea' written all over it. You need to get yourself away from Savannah before your dick takes over your decision making as it has done so often lately.

"Maybe another time. It's been really nice meeting you though.."

"Likewise!"

You retreat from the kitchen and are heading back towards your room when you run into another familiar face. It's Carmen frigging Fiore. In the flesh. And she looks just as gorgeous in real life as she does in the images and videos you have masturbated over more times than you care to remember. It would be a stretch to call her a celebrity, but you are definitely feeling star struck.

"Hey Rory, thanks for inviting me here. This place is a palace!" she tells you, in that Brooklyn twang you find so sexy "My room is beautiful. You should let me show you it sometime. We could even go there now if you'd like?"

Is she coming onto you already? You haven't even said anything to her yet. This is dangerous ground. You really should have kept this woman as your number one wanking fantasy and nothing more than that. However sexually liberated Susannah has now become, you still feel sure Carmen has it in her to destroy your relationship. You lose all sense of reason around the woman.

"It's great to meet you Carmen, but I'm in a bit of a rush. I'm sure we'll speak more later."

After stepping over yet another mine without exploding it, you attempt to make your way safely back to your bedroom and Susannah without encountering any other sexy girls who want to tempt you into banging them en route.

You don't manage it.

Amelia is standing outside her room as you pass it, her arms folded, giving you a sulky glare.

You feel like you need to stop and check she is okay, even if any interaction is probably going to lead you into yet more trouble.

"Is everything alright, Amelia?"

"Not really, Rory."

"So what's up? Talk to me."

"First of all, I don't like having to address you so informally. I think it is more appropriate for me to refer to you as Master, like Allegra does."

"Fine, then you can call me Master."

"Thank you Master. But I still feel like an unwanted present. Do you not find me attractive?"

"I think you're beautiful, Amelia."

"Then why haven't you taken advantage of me at all? You know I'll do literally anything for you, right?"

"Yes, but I have a girlfriend."

"So? I'm no threat to her. I'm just your property, A toy to be played with. I'm supposed to just be a bit of fun on the side for you. It's not like I'm expecting you to form any emotional attachment to me or anything."

God, this is hard not to succumb to.

"I have a bit of a moral issue with that though, Amelia. I don't like using another human being as a sex toy. I think you are worth way more than that."

"Then perhaps you should have let someone else win me, Master. Someone who wouldn't have made me feel so useless and unwanted" she glowers at you "Won't you at least command me to do one little thing you would enjoy? It's driving me crazy!"