Not back home quite yet

The two of you walked down the street filled with detached houses on both sides. Each of them had a well-kept lawn and a car standing either on the driveway or hidden in the garage. Some of the houses belonged to people you knew or at least recognized, and others might as well have been uninhabited for all you knew. You weren’t surprised to see no one outside, it was a Saturday morning after all. People were either still sleeping or chilling at home after a week of work.

The sun shone brightly and you saw a blue sky almost clear of clouds as you looked up. Some birds flew high over your head and chirped a nice melody. This was going to be a great day, you thought.

Clicking sounds reached your ears as your focus returned to your closest surroundings. Walking next to you was Jennifer, the obedient but loving woman that you managed to claim over less than a day. Her fat booty swayed left and right with every step she took with her long toned legs. They were concealed in very tight jeans that seemed to be about to burst from her tensing muscles. You couldn’t help but stare at them, subconsciously still doubting that they were really there and that they were yours. You wanted to grab them with your hand and squeeze to see the big mass of flesh move around under the pressure of your fingers.

The feeling of Jennifer’s hand tightening her grip on your own brought your eyes up to meet her cheery gaze. Her blonde locks of hair waved over her pretty face. She opened her thick red lips to reveal her perfectly white teeth. The smile she gave you almost made you melt by itself before she even brought her face closer to yours and your lips locked with hers in a quick but intense kiss.

“You know, you can touch my butt if you want to. You’re walking a little clumsily with your head behind my back.” She said and moved your hands over to the discussed spot. Letting go of your hand she left it resting on the convexity of her ass.

“I’m surprised you still have it in you to think about fucking, after today’s morning.” She said with a laugh. You looked at her a little concerned that she didn’t like it. “Not that I mind, though. I’d just expect you to be exhausted… or sexually satisfied at the very least.”

“That’s true. For some reason I don’t feel tired at all, I could probably run a marathon and then fuck your holes til you came at least a few times.” You said with regained confidence. “I wonder if it’s the magical sharpie’s doing, somehow.”

Or maybe he’s just the main character in a smut story.

Jennifer laughed at the first part and then immediately raised a brow in confusion upon hearing the rest.

“A magical sharpie? What are you on about?” She said, slightly surprised at what you said, and searched your face to find a crack that would suggest that you were just playing with her. “What magical sharpie?”

“What do you mean what am I on about?” You were as confused as she was. You pulled the sharpie out of your pants. “Obviously, I’m talking about the one that I used to claim your ass and then you completely. And a few other things I guess.”

She laughed her ass off after hearing you say that.

“Are you trying to say that you own me because you wrote something on my skin with an ordinary marker?” She calmed her laugh to say it, and after she saw that you were being serious she continued her laughter.

Was she retarded? She might have missed it the first time when you signed the postcard yesterday, but after writing on her body, both when she was asleep and aware of what you were doing she surely should have connected the dots and deduced that simple fact. Perhaps the sharpie not only made others believe that things and people were your property, but also interfered with their minds to make them unable to acknowledge its very powers.

“So, how else do you think I came into possession of your hot body?” You asked her.

“Aww, thanks, Master! I do my best to keep it in shape, especially now that I’m getting older…” She said, fishing for more compliments.

“Oh, come on, you look great! Besides, I like my women to be well developed.” You replied, giving her thicc ass a few squeezes.

“I know it’s true just by looking at the bulge in your pants.” She said. “And I don’t know what trick you’re playing on me, but, regarding your question, I’m not quite sure how I became yours. It kinda feels like you both always owned me, and at the same time not. I doubt that it was because of that piece of plastic, though.” She continued, and pointed her finger on the sharpie in your hand.

Pondering, you looked around for a while. You were still in the neighborhood, where yours and Jennifer’s families lived. Was it impossible for her to understand the sharpie’s power? Or was its strength finite? You weren’t sure what mental gymnastics she had to go through to rationalize what was happening to her, but so far they didn’t seem to lobotomize her or hurt her in any way. So, perhaps, you could test her awareness of the situation. The question was how.

“Hey! Isn’t that Joe’s house right there?” Joe, or Joey, was every teacher’s pet in your class. He was this little skinny nerd with glasses that wouldn’t stand much chance against anyone in a fistfight. Joe wasn’t really a friend of yours. Don’t get me wrong, for the most part you didn’t mind the guy, but recently he had been especially annoying at school. You know how sometimes teachers forget that they gave you assignments or that they had announced a pop quiz? Well, Joe is the type of guy to remind them. Using your head wasn’t something you hated, but it did annoy you to have to think hard first thing in the morning. And it just so happened that thanks to Joe you were annoyed a little more than you tolerate this week.

“Joe? Who’s Joe?” Hah. You had to bite your tongue, and you answered normally.

“Uh, you know Joe. Joey uhh…” What was his last name? “Joey Goins!”

“You mean like Samantha Goins?” Jennifer asked you.

“I think so? I’m not sure what his mother’s name is.” You said.

It seemed like Jennifer knew the woman. You wondered which one this Samantha was. You knew some of your classmates’ parents, but you never really got the chance to get to know Joe’s. You really just wanted to test a theory of yours on that nerd’s cost. But now you thought if a small prank was the only thing you wanted to do on the unfortunate victim of your new power.

“What about him?” Jennifer asked.

“Well, there’s something I’d like to check out with this ‘not special at all’ sharpie, and I realized that I could get back at him while we’re at it.” You said.

You grabbed Jennifer’s hand and led her across the street. She had a curious look on her face as the two of you walked up to the Goins household. You looked through the blurry glass on the entrance door to Joe’s house, but you saw no movement. Hopefully no one would catch you doing what you were about to do, but then what could they do anyway? You grinned and walked closer to the white car standing on the driveway. It was as clean as your balls after Jennifer finished sucking on them earlier today. It definitely didn’t belong to Joe himself, who you knew for a fact to take the same bus to school as you and Jake. It must have belonged to either his mother, Samantha, or his father, if he even had one.

“Okay, you see this car?” You turned to Jennifer who was watching you from a few meters away.

“Of course I do. Why?” She tilted her head and asked.

“I know it may sound obvious and irrelevant right now, but I would like you to tell me who this car belongs to.” You said.

“I would assume that it’s Samantha’s. I’m pretty sure I saw her driving it on a few occasions. But it might also be her husband’s.” She answered.

“Yes, great!” You praised her for some reason. And she bowed ironically, as if she had just done an impressive task. “So, you wouldn’t say that it belongs to me, or ever did for that matter?”

“Nope.”

You opened the sharpie in your hand and crouched in front of one of the car doors. You reached your hand forward and with a few smooth moves you finished writing your name. You did your best to keep the writing somewhat aesthetic. As aesthetic as a text written with a marker on a car’s surface can be. Taking away this family’s perhaps only car wasn’t your intention, but you at least wanted to make them feel that way. Anyway, you looked back at Jennifer, who was looking at you like you were an idiot for writing on someone’s car.

“Uh, can you see what I just wrote?” You asked, unsure if the sharpie still worked.

“Oh, yeah!” She exclaimed as she read your name on the side of the car.

“So you do own their car! You could have just said so from the beginning. How was I actually supposed to know that?” She looked a little mad, but she quickly revealed that it was just an act by giving a mischievous smile.

“You just wanted to make fun of me didn’t you, Master?” She put up an act of being humiliated.

Was she really that oblivious? You just literally made the car go from being owned by a friend of hers to being owned by you, just because you wrote your name on it. A child would probably understand what actually happened, but she was unable to. Your last idea was to just straight up explain it to her, however, you didn’t really count on it to work at this point.

“Jenny, the car wasn’t mine a minute ago. You said so yourself, with confidence.” You said, as you lifted the sharpie in your hand and waved it.

“It was only after I used this to write my name on the car that you changed your mind.” You looked at her, expecting at least a hint of realization. But there was none.

“I’m sorry, but I just don’t see it. Nothing would change if you erased your name from the car. It would still be just as yours as it is right now.” There was no hint of unseriousness on her. You were about to prove her wrong by doing exactly what she said, but the sound of an opening door stopped you.

“Holy smokes!” You almost said out loud, but in actuality just imagined saying. Who was this sexy ass woman with huge mommy milkers standing in the doorway? Why was she wearing a hot lace robe that tried to hide her busty body, but couldn’t? And why did she look so fucking angry?

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” An angry Samantha shouted in your direction.

Oh shit! You thought as you looked between the writing on the car, the sharpie in your hand and the furious woman who’s fists were clenched, ready to knock someone ****. You got nervous for a moment, but you quickly remembered that she just needed to see your name, to calm down.

“Sam! Hi, how are you doing?” You heard a cheerful voice say excitedly. It looked like Jennifer took the initiative in conversing with the woman.

“Jennifer!? What are _you _doing here?” She looked surprised at her female friend, who was accompanying a teenage boy, who wasn’t her own son.

“And who is this!?” She asked with anger coming back to her eyes as she looked at you.

“I swear, if there’s even as much as a scratch on the car paint, I will kill you!” She said while stomping on the concrete driveway towards you.

You almost tripped while standing up to allow the woman a better view of your name written on her automobil. She huffed as she approached you and looked at your work. Not gonna lie, you were quite surprised when, instead of becoming apologetic and losing her furious stare, she grimaced and looked at you with as much anger as before.

“You think it’s funny? Let’s see if you’ll keep that smile when I smash your fucking nose!” Samantha swung her hand back, and was about to punch you in your face. You instinctively tried to guard yourself with your own hands and you turned your head back to avoid her fist. You felt her hand make a rather weak contact with your temple, but nowhere near close to the strength of a punch. In a turtle like position you waited for the woman to correct her missed punch, but it didn’t come.

“Samantha, stop!” Jennifer came in clutch and prevented the furious woman from mashing you like a potato.

Samantha stood in front of you with her hands held back by Jennifer. Your girlfriend-servant-furniture? almost hugged her from behind and tried to talk sense into her mind. Samantha was so agitated that she didn’t notice her silky robe had parted open, exposing the front of her endowed body. She wore a black pair of underwear bra and panties. You regretted the fact that she wasn’t naked. Or topless, at the very least. Her huge boobs jiggled above the material of her bra. Every struggling movement she made against Jennifer’s grip sent them up, down, left or right. So in every way basically. Unfortunately, after a moment of struggle Samantha noticed her indecent state of dress. Jennifer let her go, and she quickly wrapped the silky material over herself in embarrassment.

After a moment of silence Samantha spoke up.

“You mind explaining why you felt the need to put that name on my goddamn car?” She asked you, a little calmer than a moment before.

You actually weren’t sure what to say. The sharpie’s power had worked on Jennifer, so why wasn’t it working now? There had to be a reason, a detail you missed. But you had trouble thinking of one. You just stared at the angry woman, wondering if you should apologize or run before she gets mad again.

“I don’t get it, if you’re going to make a joke like that then at least have the balls to explain yourself!” She said.

“Okay, I’ve had enough. What’s your name? I’ll make sure your parents find out about this, and discipline you accordingly.” Damn, she wasn’t messing around.

“E-Elliot” You whispered.

“Huh? What was that?” She asked in annoyance.

“Elliot.” You said, louder. “Elliot Anderson.”

At first she looked like she was trying to remember who your parents were, but, momentarily, a lightbulb lit up in her head. She opened her mouth in realization as she looked at the writing on her car one more time. Her entire demeanor changed, her shoulders relaxed, she took a step back and her expression turned to one of shock.

“Elliot, as in… THAT Elliot.” She said in an almost asking tone.

“Yep, that’s him.” Jennifer walked up to stand on Samantha’s side.

“The same one that you almost hit with your fist.” Jennifer said, a clear warning in her voice. You felt like what she said essentially meant ‘If you’re going to try to hit him again my own fist will collide with your wrinkled face, you bitch.’. You’d never seen her get so threatening in your entire life. You had always known her as caring and kind. But now she revealed a completely different side of herself. Probably the one that she only lets out when the person she loves the most is in danger. Weird, she had never gotten so serious for Jake.

“I’m so sorry, Elliot. This was all just a big misunderstanding, I hope you can see that.” She said, with a slightly pleading look in her eyes.

“My name is Samantha Goins, by the way. It’s very nice to meet you.” She offered her right hand for you to shake as she introduced herself. You naturally did give her a little shake, relieved that the sharpie’s power kicked in before anything bad happened. It seemed like it did after you had told her who you were. This was interesting. You had never thought that others had to know who you were for the power to work on them before. But now, after this potentially life-threatening situation, it did make sense. You couldn’t just claim something and expect everyone to know it was yours. You’d have to be careful in the future, you thought.

“I’d like to apologize for using your car too. I had no idea it was yours. Oh, god. So much money spent on it just to find out that it’s not even mine.” She put her hand to her forehead in distress. She was finally getting compliant. It was time to get the better of her, and do what you came here to do. Technically this wasn’t your main goal, but it was all that was left on the agenda.

“Hmm, yeah, I don’t know how I feel about someone using it without my knowledge.” You pretended to be displeased by her actions.

“Jenny, I think it’s time I got my car back. Don’t you think so?” You asked your property, and she nodded her head in affirmation.

“Oh my god! Elli- I mean, Mr. Anderson… This is the only car that I have. Please, I know it belongs to you and I shouldn’t have used it without your permission. But I just can’t lose it.” She begged you with tears gathering under her eyes. You brought a hand to massage your chin to look like you were considering her words carefully.

“Mr. Anderson, I can’t afford another car. I, We really need it!” She held your free hand with her own hands, most likely referring not only to herself but also her son.

“Mmmhhmmmm, I think we can come up with an agreement.” As soon as you said it her eyes lit up with relief. She gripped your hand tighter and said. “Please, tell me what I can do!”

You grinned an evil grin, and you looked her over once again. Her robe was slowly parting thanks to gravity and no hands to keep it closed. Her cleavage was once more exposed to your eyes. You’d love to have her wrap her giant tits around your dick and massage it until you came all over them and her face. You fantasized about adding her to your small harem, whose only member was currently Jennifer. However, this was Joe’s mother. And, as much as he managed to annoy you recently, you wanted to get back at him with a mostly innocent prank. This would be taking it way too far. The same argument could’ve been made about Jennifer too. Yeah, you still felt bad about basically making Jake’s mother into your ****. Still, Jennifer was probably the person you wanted most in the world. You might have hurt her son, and treated her like an object, but you justified it with making her liking, no, loving it! You also knew for a fact that she was single. As much as you didn’t want for it to be true, this was pretty much the only way to be in a relationship with her that you had always dreamt about. You didn’t want to see her as Jake’s mother and your friend for the rest of your life. You wanted more, and you got it. You got carried away by emotions, or your dick to be specific, but this time it was different. You had control over yourself, and it just didn’t feel right to make those fantasies come true. With that in my mind you still wanted to have a little fun with her. Just not enough to make her feel too guilty or abused.

You looked back in the distressed woman’s eyes.

“Mrs. Goins-” You started, but she quickly cut in. “You can just call me Samantha.” She was probably hoping to soften you up, by being especially kind.

“Samantha, I promise to give you the car under one condition.” You paused, giving the scene an anxious atmosphere. Samantha nodded her head frantically, waiting for you to reveal your requirement. She probably expected you to ask her to drive you somewhere or straight up share the car. What you told her wasn’t even close to her expectations.

“I want you to let me take a picture of your boobs…” You said, and were followed by a long silence.

Samantha looked at you waiting to hear a ‘Just joking!’ or ‘LMAO, I got you good!’. But you just stood there in front of her face with an evil grin. Her grip on your hand loosened up and she slowly let go of you. Standing up, from her slightly bowing position, she looked at Jennifer to seek some sort of help. Unfortunately for her, Jennifer had her arms crossed under her braless boobs. She looked at the cornered woman expectantly. In her own mind Sam was getting off easy. If it were for her to decide she would choose something harsher, but she would not question her master’s decision.

“You want to- You want to take a picture of my breasts?” She asked, making absolutely sure she didn’t imagine it, and that you were serious about it.

“Your boobs, Samantha. I want to use my phone…” You pulled out the device from your pocket to emphasize your point. “...to take a photo of your boobs.”

“But why would you want to take a picture of my boo- breasts!?” She asked, correcting herself at the last moment.

“No, absolutely not.” She added after quickly regaining her senses. “I won’t pose for a perverted teenager like some whore.”

It seemed like her pride wouldn’t let her agree. Even though she was willing to do something in return for letting her use your car, she was resisting right now. She crossed her arms and turned her head to her side to show how serious she was about it.

“I thought you cared about keeping the car. Just like you said, you need it. Be it to get to the city, to your job or to buy groceries, you for sure have your reasons.” You sneered at her, which successfully got her attention. “Maybe if it were just for you, you’d manage without it. But considering that you have a family, I can only wonder how difficult your life would get.”

“But I have a husband, I can’t just show you my breasts…” She said with a worried tone in her voice.

“Exactly, I bet he wouldn’t be happy with losing his car. And all I’m asking in exchange for avoiding all that trouble is for you to just let me take a photo of your beautiful bosom.” You said with a genuine smile. You hoped that she was finally giving in and would soon accept your offer. She took her time to think it over, and she looked at you with a sorry look in her eyes.

“I can’t do that, sorry. I’d love to keep the car, but I can’t agree to your terms.” Dang.

“Come on, Master. She obviously doesn’t fully understand the situation she’s got herself into. Let’s take your car and drive it to the police station where we report how she assaulted you.” Jennifer’s words surprised you. You didn’t know she had it in her to **** others. But now that she did you felt like you loved her even more.

“You wouldn’t do that, I barely even touched him.” She tried to sound confident, but her voice cracked in disbelief that Jennifer, who she knew to be a respectable woman, would go to such lengths to make her do something so perverted, as exposing her naked body to a boy as young as her own son.

“They surely wouldn’t believe you, Jennifer.” Samantha added.

“We’ll have to let them decide for themselves, Sam.” She answered with a mischievous smile. She moved closer to her friend before she continued. “Unless, of course, you do what my master says…”

“Your m-master?” Samantha asked.

“Oh yes. I’d do anything for him. I’m sure I could convince the nice people at the police station of what an insane and violent person you are.”

Samantha looked at Jennifer as if she saw a whole different person. You liked how your obedient servant dealt the final blow to help Sam understand she was in no position to negotiate, and even though she seemingly had a choice, the only real option was obvious. The woman looked back at her house and then at you and Jennifer in defeat. As much as she didn’t want for it to happen she simply had no other choice.

“Fine.” She mumbled. “However…” She added in a louder tone. “You must promise that you won’t show it to anyone!”

Haha. You actually managed to convince her. It sucked that she wanted you to lie to her. You obviously weren’t going to keep it to yourself. It was, after all, why you started blackmailing her in the first place. The photo would be a good way to bully Joe a little. You still weren’t sure if you’d reveal to him that it’s his mother or if you’d let that fact remain in doubt. The photo would be as good as nothing if you couldn’t show it to him, though.

“Mrs. Goins. Samantha, I’d never think of showing it to anyone. I promise you that.” You said, trying to sound as sincere as you could. But you were sure the woman noticed the slightly sarcastic tone to your voice.

“Ehh, okay.” She sighed in dissatisfaction, as she accepted your paltry promise.

Samantha led you and Jennifer into her house. She didn’t want to get naked in plain sight for all neighbors to see. You followed her and stopped in the hallway. It wasn’t narrow, but you wouldn’t say there was a lot of space in it. You asked her why she won’t let you take the picture in a more comfortable room, but apparently her son, Joe, and her husband were at home, and she didn’t want them to find out. That was fine with you. You looked around the hallway and saw a bunch of shoes lying on the ground, and coat hooks that were mostly unused in Summer. That side of the hall would make it absolutely obvious for Joe that it was his house and the woman in the picture was his mom, so you decided to use the other wall as the background.

“Samantha, please stay here and take your robe off.” She was really annoyed to be **** to go along with your perverted demands, but she complied with no more than a huff. She did as you asked and stood between you and the auburn painted wall. She nervously exchanged glances with you and your plaything, and hesitantly dropped her robe to the floor. Her body was a real eye candy, and even though she was a little more on the chubby side than Jenny, her figure was still great. The additional skin only allowed her giant mammaries to grow a little larger than they normally would. It was time for her to free them from the concealment of her bra. She reached her pale arms behind her back as she nervously looked at the door, hiding the three of you from the rest of her house. Her son or her husband walking in on them right now would make her crumble in embarrassment and she would probably never be able to explain her reasons for stripping in front of her neighbors so that they could take a picture of her. The chances of that were quite low, though. At the time that she decided to get up from her bed and check out the voices outside of her house the two men of her house were soundly asleep. She just had to pray that she didn’t wake them up by losing her temper and trying to hit Elliot.

Samantha had a little trouble unclasping her bra, and Jennifer quickly helped her out of it. The black straps sprung free from the **** holding them together below her shoulder blades. She closed her eyes, and lowered the bra quickly, as if she was tearing off a patch. The bra dropped to the floor next to her silky robe that she swiftly took a hold of and put on, but left wide open. You’d prefer her not to wear it, but you couldn’t complain if it made her feel a little safer in case someone walked in on you. It still felt surreal to Samantha that she was standing at the entrance of her house with her tits fully exposed, and waiting for the teenage boy to take a photo of her with his smartphone. She really didn’t want to believe it was actually happening, but the boy wasn’t satisfied with her just standing there avoiding his gaze.

“Sammy, can I call you that? Sammy?” You provoked her to speak up and acknowledge the circumstances you all found yourselves in.

“Sure, whatever.” Samantha answered.

“Great! Sammy, first of all, I wanted to tell you that you look great, and it’s a pleasure to be able to see you topless.” You said. “However, I’m afraid this just won’t do. The sad look on your face really takes away from your beauty. How about you raise your head and give the camera a smile? Can you do that?”

You were no professional photographer, and you were aware that the photo wouldn’t look that great in the dim hallway, but you couldn’t imagine ever masturbating to a picture of a sad woman, clearly **** to take that picture. You wanted her to at least pretend she was having fun. And you were delighted when Samantha took a deep breath and put on a fake but cute smile. She still looked awkward with her arms on her sides, but you were getting there.

“Perfect! You’re a natural model, Sammy.” You said, in order to amplify the gradually beaming atmosphere. “There’s just one more thing I would like you to do. You see those hands? It’s a shame to let them just hang there on your sides. Try raising them to your face. Maybe make them into V signs?”

And without any delay Samantha again did just what you asked. She looked like a joyful teenager taking a fun but risky picture in a public place. With her breasts out and drooping slightly to the ground, the smile on her face, and her hands in playful sings next to her face you felt like not only this wasn’t the first time she was doing it. Being photographed, you meant. But it also made you think that she was actually enjoying it. Satisfied with how she was looking, you brought your phone to head height, and waited for the camera to focus on Samantha. The image on your phone’s screen actually looked better than you expected and promised an actually decent photo. Without further ado you pressed the virtual button on your phone, and a blinding flash filled the dark room. It only lasted a fraction of a second, but it was enough to make you close your eyes and move the hand which you were holding your phone with. The same thing happened to Samantha, who covered her eyes with her hands still making the V signs. You had to blink multiple times to help your vision sharpen, and when you could see clearly you saw that the photo was a little blurred and the flash caused Samantha’s already pale skin to look even more white. Unfortunately, your hand moved at exactly the same time as the picture was taken and caused it to be fuzzy. You could still tell that a topless woman with her hands over her face let you take a picture of herself, but for someone who didn’t know who this hottie was it would be quite hard to establish her identity, the only hint being her purple silky robe.

“Shit, I forgot to turn the lamp off!” You cursed at your stupidity that managed to screw up a simple photo. Jennifer looked over your shoulder to see the photo with her own eyes.

“That blows, you can’t even tell it’s Sam.” She commented.

“Hey, Sammy, would you mind letting me take another one? This one’s all blurry…” You asked Samantha who still had her eyes closed and her fingers holding her eyelids shut. She slowly recovered from the flashbang you served her right in her face. Her face was back to that angry expression you got to know earlier when she tried to punch you, though.

“Fuck you, we agreed to a single picture and I went out of my way to make it as good as I could anyway. It’s not my fault that you can’t remember to turn the fucking lamp off.” She said, infuriated.

You wanted to try arguing with her over the details of your deal, but you heard footsteps coming down the wooden stairs inside Samantha’s house.

“Fine, the car’s yours.” You said and with nothing else to do there, you quickly turned to leave. As you were closing the entrance door behind you and Jennifer you heard Samantha’s conversation with Joe.

“Mom? Who was that?” He asked his mother.

“Oh, no one really. Just neighbors, but they left already.” She answered dismissively.

You’d love to see Sammy explain why her bra found its way to the floor of her hallway while she talked with their neighbors, but you could only imagine the extent of his confusion, and what dumb excuses she would make.