Rob Wakes Up The Next Day

Rob Daily stirred awake. He had just had the most wonderful dream. He had found a genie and he had wished all his favourite fictional woman real. Then, he fucked Nami of the Straw Hat Pirates and Tifa Lockhart. He groaned and rubbed his eyes. He almost didn't want to wake up.

Then, he slowly began to notice things. First, the large, person-shaped lump in his blankets, starting at about his midsection. This was accompanied by the sensation of warm flesh on his skin, again, starting at around his midsection. Furthermore, his cock was outside his pants, and currently inside something wet and warm, a long wriggly thing rasping against it.

Rob threw back the covers to find his dream was a very sweet reality.

Nami was currently sucking on his cock, looking up at him with bright, attentive eyes, her lips curling into a smile around his dick, before redoubling her efforts. Once realizing just what was happening, Rob returned her smile with a lazy one of his own before grabbing a handful of her thick, curly hair and forcing her down his length, shoving her lips to the base of his dick and her nose into his crotch and pubes.

As Nami gagged and slurped on his cock, Rob idly thought this would probably be a scenario he wished he had a long python of a penis. Not that he was suddenly ashamed of his stout, thick bitch-breaker, just it would look hot to see Nami struggle to swallow a ten-incher, the length of the cock bulging visibly against her throat. Oh well, Rob was pretty sure there was a lady or two who could fix that for a fun night later down the road. That is, if these fictional women retained the fantastical powers of their native universe. Huh. That was bridge which would need crossing.

Rob couldn't retain such thoughts for long, though, constantly distracted by Nami's heavenly service. He gave her a more affectionate smile and tousled her hair, before giving her what she wanted, exploding in her mouth, letting the bombshell **** and sputter on his spunk. He then roughly shoved her out of bed before heading for the kitchen, finding another waking dream waiting for him.

Tifa Lockhart, barefoot and nude save for an old apron Rob had lying around, happily frying some bacon and eggs on the stove top. "Oh, good morning master~" She greeted sweetly, eyes sparkling with delight when she caught sight of Rob, a far cry from the antagonistic and resistant woman from the prior night. He had absolutely wrecked her, destroyed her will and remade her into a submissive slavegirl.

Fuck, what an insanely intoxicating feeling.

Tifa continued to cook, happily humming to herself as she did. "I know Nami just sucked you off, so, would you like to have your breakfast first, or use my body for further sexual gratification?"

Rob thought for a half-second and shrugged. He didn't see why he couldn't do both.

And so, with Tifa balanced on the back of her head and shoulders, Rob piledrived her while enjoying a delicious breakfast, Nami assisting Rob, either feeding him, or helping him fuck Tifa, whichever he needed.

Rob spent the remainder of the morning, further playing with his two loveslaves, enjoying the bodies in the kitchen, the bedroom, the bathroom, the shower (yes, they needed to be specifically mentioned separately), Rob quickly realized he could die in an endless spiral of wild, uncontrollable sex given his limitless stamina. And, as a nice a **** as that sounded, Rob had other plans still.

Come the afternoon, Rob sat in his chair, Nami and Tifa kneeling before him for no other reason than it have him a powertrip. He held his wallet and fished out an absurd amount of cash. "Here girls," he offered the bills to both of them, "Go out and hit the town. Buy yourselves a whole new wardrobe. Makeup, jewelry, shoes. Whatever strikes your fancy." The two only had the clothes they had worn at the bar last night, and Rob's girls deserved only the finest things while they served him.

Nami gasped at the amount of money she held, eyes lighting up joyously. "Oh, Rob~" She cooed, fanning herself with the spread of bills. "You know I adore being your ****, and would love you anyway, but I love you so much more knowing you're loaded."

Next to her, Tifa smirked. "You're such a golddigging slut, Nami." She teased, but accepted her endowment all the same, while Nami giggled and blushed.

"Guilty~"

Rob sent them on their way with a kiss and then turned to his computer to get some work done. With his newfound wealth and burgeoning harem, he would need to make some changes in his life. First, he bought a new house. Nothing extravagant, but exceptionally larger than his current one-bedroom apartment. Of course, knowing how many fictional woman he lusted for and probably wished into existence, he would probably need to buy an even bigger house down the line. Or an entire neighbourhood of houses. Or his own apartment complex. Further bridges to cross later.

He also bought a new car (scratch that, two - no, three - new cars), sparkling new luxury models to replace his trusty, but decade-old, sedan. And then a bunch of furniture to populate his new house, along with a moving company for his new furniture, as well as to haul all of his old stuff to the new place.

He quickly checked his bank account after all this splurging, finding out he had barely put a dent in it. Rob was pretty sure he was one of the richest men on the planet now. He wondered if he do something more with that wealth. Maybe buy a social media website and quickly run it into the ground with a series of poorly thought out moves made only to soothe his own narcissistic ego?

Nah! He wasn't nearly divorced enough, no did he possess that much terminally online energy.

What Rob did do, however, was quit his part-time job, having no need for that income stream. He still wanted to work on his art and writings as much as he could, but he figured his freetime would be mostly consumed by hunting for new beauties and playing with the ones he had collected.

Rob then transferred to buying various luxuries he had always wanted but could never afford before. By 5 PM, Nami and Tifa had returned, going to work on dinner, when the phone unexpectedly rang. Rob quickly picked up the unknown number and answered, "Hello?"

"Hello, is this a Mister Rob Daily?" A woman on the other line asked. When he answered in the affirmative, she said, "I work for administration at Frederick Douglas High & Junior College Preparatory School wondering if you would like a job with us."

Rob blinked in start. A job? For him? At a school? This woman was either crazy or had the wrong Rob Daily. No way was he qualified to teach. Not to mention he wasn't looking for another job at this point. He was about to tell the woman she was barking up the wrong tree when a thought occurred to him.

The world would conspire for him to meet the fictional woman of his dreams, and he did lust over a handful of woman who would be of age to be in high school or early college. Was this a scenario his wish had cooked up in order to encounter them, however cockamamie and sloppy it may be?

It certainly wouldn't hurt to try.

"Uh, yeah, sure. I would love to." He said in an unsure tone.

"Wonderful. You start tomorrow. Please come by the front office in the morning for orientation. We look forward to working with you Mr. Daily." She then hung up, leaving Rob a touch confused if not excited.

Rob sat back in his chair, pondering on what had just occurred, wondering what would await him tomorrow.