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Sure, why not. The bitch always had something up her ass anyways. Why not make it official?

What do I care if she gets pleasure from assfucking or not? As long as my dick fits in there snuggly, that's all that matters to me. Besides... Based on what happened earlier today... she might not actually need any help in that department.

That depraved buttslut.

Pressing B, I got into my car and drove away from the motel. There's still so much shit to do today. My weekends used to be so much chiller. Not that I'm complaining about... the change of pace.

A curious sight caught my eye as I was about pull in.

One block from my house... There was a red-headed, lithe woman skulking around a corner, occasionally stealing glances at my apartment building.

She was wearing a sexy summer dress that looked like it was meant to make people turn their heads. Either that, or she was just so naïve that she didn't even realize how hot she looked in that thing.

...Then again, all of that fit the description of a person I met one week ago... And her face...

That's... oh my god. It was actually her.

Right after I met with Alexa?

Geez. What are the chances. I thought I was all done with these bitches.

Could she... possibly be...

She was, right? She was considering my proposal?

I mean... she had to be, right? Why else would she be here?

...Hmm. How should I play this?

Maybe let her come to me on her own, when she's good and ready?

Or could I possibly speed up the process?

...You know what, if it's going to happen at some point, it's going to happen. I told myself I wouldn't care that much no matter the case. So I might as well have some fun with it.

I pulled my car right next to her. The poor woman was still peering at my building from behind the corner, so engrossed in her spying that she didn't even notice me.

I rolled down my window. She finally glanced in my direction.

But it wasn't just a glance. She was so shocked from seeing me there, she froze up in place. Completely. Almost like she was a cartoon character and the spotlight just hit her.

"Hey there, Bonnie. So. You're finally here. So what do you say? Let's just make it official. I'll make you my living sexdoll. I'll take care of you, feed you, fuck you... All you ever have to be is three warm holes for me. I'll even make some room in my closet for you. So... Hop in."

I opened up the car door for her.

She stared at me with her wide, doe-like eyes. It looked like she was screaming internally.

And then she just...

Started sprinting. In the opposite direction.

She was wearing high heel shoes, which made her running look all the more **** and painful.

She was so **** to get away, she even banged one of her shins against a trash can and nearly fell down. But no. She just kept going, like her life depended on it.

She didn't scream, the even utter a squeal. Just ran like the wind. And soon... She cleared a corner and disappeared from my sight.

...Well, damn.

I may have made things... worse.

Eh, then again, she would've been another cog in an already complicated evening I was about to have. A fifth person in my tiny apartment.

I really have to move to a new place. And I definitely will. Next week. Soon as I'm done with this thing with Michelle.

I still didn't know whose apartment I would pick, though.

Gretchen's place was pretty great, I had to admit. But I hadn't truly settled on that just yet. There were many factors in play. Including that bitch, Maria. If she found out I was living with Gretchen...

But anyways. Bonnie will most likely return.

It's actually nice that she still thinks she has free will. It'll make her eventual surrender more fun.

I stepped inside my house. Barely a second later I could hear Michelle jumping up from the couch and almost running to meet me.

Jesus Christ. She was a mess.

She had sweat dripping down from all parts of her body. Her face was burning red.

She took shallow, short breaths and exhaled from her mouth.

If I didn't know better, I would have called a doctor.

She kept rubbing her thighs together with nervous motion. Her thighs were wetter than other parts of her body... Maybe it wasn't all sweat?

And her eyes... Her eyes just had this painful, hungry look that made me feel like a piece of meat.

The air was full of female pheromones. I'm guessing it oozed out of every hole she had.

This woman was the definition of the word "lust".

I guess the housework was slowly driving her pussy insane.

"Is the dinner done? I'm hungry," I asked brusquely.

"Y-yes, it is... d- dear. I... I hope you like it," she replied with an awkward smile on her face.

I had texted her an hour ago that I'd be home soon. Looks like she finally got the message, and made dinner at the correct fucking time.

I stood with my arms apart for a few seconds. It took her a little longer than I wanted to for her to realize, that she was supposed to take my jacket off. But eventually, like a good little wifey, she did.

She lingered next to my body suspiciously long though, trying to pull the sleeves off. In fact, she was very much face-to-face with me. Her burning body and sizeable tits feeling up against me.

Then she looked into my eyes, looking so lost and needy at same time.

Her lips were right there. I could've easily devoured them and she wouldn't have fought back.

I could've pushed her up against that wall and given her the ride of her life. Given her the biggest orgasm of her life and make her eyes bulge out with never-ending bliss.

Taken back all of those years of blueballing she made me endure in our marriage.

Fucked her to oblivion.

But...

She made me promise not to touch her.

"Hurry up, woman. I'm hungry," I said as she seemed to have forgotten the whole process of taking my jacket off.

"Oh, yeah, s-sorry, I... just, I, it's-"

"Just fucking get on with it. My time is more precious than yours."

I managed to piss her off, but it seemed like her newest trait of feeling pain with being reprimanded was having the bigger effect. She seriously quickened her pace, practically pulling the jacket off me. Not really a five-star luxury service, but I was ready to move on.

The table was set.

Oh baby.

Steak.

This actually looked fucking delicious. And juicy.

She might have actually outdone the effort she did this morning.

There were no visible dishes or stains either, so she even cleaned up after herself.

I touched the steak with my finger. It was still hot. Actually timed it right too.

Even the sliced potatoes and salad were starting to make my mouth water.

This looked almost... suspiciously good.

I turned back to her. She was nervously jittering behind me, frightened of what my judgment would be.

"How did you do this? This actually looks good. Wait... You didn't order this from some place, right?"

She was visibly perturbed. "No! Absolutely not! No! I made this whole thing myself! With my own hands! For f- I sliced the potatoes, spiced them, cut the salad, the tomatoes, cooked the steak and the potatoes on the pan... Yeah, I... I know I don't have... much experience cooking but... I spent all day watching YouTube cooking videos, and, and, I... I really wanted to... do better than this morning, so-"

There was no way she was lying. Her submission points were too high to pull off such a caper and make it sound believable at this point.

"Okay, quiet down. I'll believe you."

She sighed and relaxed a bit. "Pl-please just, don't... don't throw it way... okay?"

"We'll see," I said as I sat down.

I took a fork in my hand and a knife in the other. I sawed a nice looking piece of the meat off. I looked at it from all angles. The meat looked well-done, nothing red anywhere. Just how I liked it.

I put the piece in my mouth...

Huh.

It was nothing mind-blowing...

But it was decent.

A decent dinner.

From a wife trying her best.

I chewed the piece for a while, then finally swallowed.

She was so nervous now. She kept fingering the hem of her dress like a nervous lunatic.

"This is... good. Thank you for the dinner... dear."

Her knees buckled under her. She closed her eyes, and she breathed in shaggily like she was about to have a boatload of sudden orgasms.

This was the "praise"-part of her newest upgrade.

She squealed joyfully, as her left hand grabbed her tit and her right hand the wall.

It was hard to tell how she was coping with these sudden emotions. Either she was trying to suppress the orgasm or do her best to let it finally flow. It didn't matter, though. I controlled when it happened, not her. It took a good minute for her to finally settle down. That was fine with me, I got watch this wonderful act while I stuffed my face with this tasty meal.

Then... after the minute was over... and she was an even sweatier, more fucked-up mess, with various drops of liquid leaving stains from various parts of her body on the floor... she raised her eyes at me.

She was so fucking turned on. And it looked like she was done hiding it.

She eyed me like a puma, ready to pounce.

Try convincing somebody that this woman still considered herself to be a lesbian.

"I'm... I'm sorry... I don't know... what just, just came over me... but..."

"But what?"

She licked her lips, still in a state of near-orgasm. "Jack... I've been think- thinking... how about... I mean we could... I don't know... Maybe..."

"Maybe what? Spit it out already."

She sighed. "Can we... we go out? Somewhere? T-together?"

"What? Why would I leave? I'm in the middle of eating my dinner in my nice, well-cleaned house."

That praise gave her another near-orgasm, but this time it took only ten seconds for her to suppress the emotion. She was growing increasingly exasperated. "Just... I... I know you have those two... whores waiting in your bedroom... but... and I should be furious that you're torturing me by bringing them here, but... Today, yesterday... These... seriously... strange and fucked-up feelings I have..."

"For God's sake. You're ruining my dinner with your constant yapping. State your business or shut up."

Once again, she had to swallow all her rage down. The desire in her pussy seemed to rank higher now.

I was enjoying making her go through all the hoops. Like I didn't know what she wanted. Even a blind-deaf person would know what she wanted by now.

"What- What I'm saying is, just... If..." she took a moment to find the right words. Then... she pulled down the collar of her wifely outfit... showing me an **** amount of cleavage. Just enough that her nipples didn't pop out... But they could. At any second. "If... If you're still hungry... after the dinner... I could... Maybe you would like some... dessert?"

She even finished that sentence with a wink.

Her awkward attempts at flirting almost made me laugh.

It was clear this woman had never had to do this before, she could get anybody she wanted without even giving a hint. And I'm sure she found it humiliating to fall down to this level of neediness.

But that wasn't even touching the surface of the level I was aiming for.

I stuffed the final piece of meat into my mouth, chewed on it for a good while. She just waited for my response in silence, clearly getting more agitated each second I didn't express an intense desire to fuck her.

"Nah, I'm full. How's Maddy doing, by the way?"

She blinked a few times in shock, and quickly pushed her boobs back into her shirt. "M-maddy? Wait, wha- Um, she's doing fine, of course, but-"

"Good. Hey, why don't you give her a call today? Tell her how much you miss her," I said getting up from the table.

"J-JACK!" she suddenly screamed, in a panicked squeal.

I stopped my movement, and turned back to her. "What?"

"I- Don't you- I was- Can't you-"

Pathetic. Still too proud to finish that sentence.

"I'll be in my room for a good while. Clean the table."

I left the kitchen, leaving her on the floor in stunned silence.

What greeted me in my room... Was the sight I had been waiting for a whole day.

"Greetings, master," my slaves said in unison.

Both voices still shy, even after all this time.

Both kneeling in the **** position, naked, in front of my bed.

One with short white hair, the other with flaming red manes.

One wearing her collar... the other with her neck still naked.

But... It was time to fix that.

It was about time Lana made her way to +100 as well.