Just a Contractor

Mercy, or agreement, I couldn’t tell, but I didn’t need more blood on my hands and Jenna was fun. She could be useful in the long run, but not if she got killed because we made her talk…

Speaking of which, I flicked her Orgasm Lock back on, except when thinking about me as her eyes opened and a low whimper made it out of her lips. I kissed Asa deeply, partly because I wanted to, partly to show off for Jenna and partly out of gratitude.

Asa, experiencing my new trait for the first time, kissed me back, skirt riding up as I groped her. She pushed back against me, matching me step-for-step, but I was far stronger as her legs rose to wrap around me.

I lifted her up and carried her over, so we stood about Jenna. “You awake?”

“Y-yeah…don’t think you’ve won, dude. All you’ve proven is that your girlfriend is too good for you.”

I snorted, “Follow when you can walk, and you’ll see.”

Asa’s legs wrapped around my waist, held her up, as she eagerly pulled me back into a kiss and I carried her into the bedroom, where I let myself fall backwards. A moment later we were both naked and she was atop me. We both moaned as my cock spread her open and filled her, just like it was supposed to.

She leaned forward, “Size, babe.”

I belatedly remembered I was supposed to be bigger and as she took me balls deep, I made myself grow to the size Jenna believed I was, prompting the most absurd moan and I caught her, pulling her close as I fucked up into her…

“Oh, god, baby, you’re sooooo big! I always forget how big you are!” her voice raised, deliberately, mockingly, but not of me. “You’ve broken this little cunt of mine, stretched it so much no other man can ever satisfy me.”

I smirked up at her, “Well, then, maybe it’s time to break in that ass.”

Her eyes widened as she considered my new size. Anal sex was nothing new to us, but with my current size…but then she relaxed when I mouthed Tough Ass at her and she remembered. ”Of course, baby, I’d love to, but let me stretch myself out slow on that dick, with me on top and lots of lube.”

“Anything for you,” I agreed and a moment later, she was lowering herself back down, with unfeigned difficulty, moans and whimpers as my enlarged prick stretched her tiny little rear gate fell to the battering ram of my dick, but as she bottomed out (no pun intended) she let loose a yell of triumph.

”I knew I could do it!” she said, before beginning to ride, twisting her hips to bring me greater pleasure.

Jenna had crawled in and was staring at the scene in front of her with wide eyes. After Asa had adapted and relaxed enough, I rolled her over and met her eyes as I began to fuck her ass hard, asking the question with my gaze. She nodded and I slammed the Orgasm Control into override, sending repeated orgasms through her body, prompting screams and twisting, but her hands never stopped holding herself open for me as I **** her to squirt and cum all over the floor.

As I continued to pump orgasms (and cock) into her, she finally fell backwards, eyes rolling up in her head as her body mindlessly clenched on my throbbing dick and finally pulling the cum from my balls, deep into her bowels. I finally stopped activating her orgasms and pulled out, letting an ocean of cum flow out of her, onto the floor to join her squirt.

I rose up and looked down at Jenna. “I win.”

The woman stared up at me. “N-n-I didn’t get to go.”

“But you know you lost.”

“No…I get my chance too.” But the score told the truth. +8 SP (Jenna +86). I chose anal training this time.

“Fine. I’m sure Asa can use another toy for when I’m busy. But she’s exhausted now. She can schedule another appointment when she’s recovered.”

“And you’ll be there?”

“Why would I need to be? Asa can report which of us did better, if there’s any doubt.”

Jenna nodded slowly, as she didn’t have a counterargument to that. “Oh, and Jenna?”

“Yeah?”

“Since you’re the handy person here, clean up the mess we made.” She looked at me uncomprehendingly. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean up the mess if you can make Asa make a mess,” I sneered. Her SP was above 80--but she was storming out. Shit had I--she was storming back in with a towel and cleaned it up. +4 SP (Jenna: +90)

“I ain’t your fucking maid! But your girl will be my fucking bitch,” she snapped, throwing the towel at me.

I smirked. “Did you finish fixing the cabinet?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Oh, we may need you to fix the bed next time you’re over. It’s getting a bit wobbly.”

Jenna’s glare was a thing of beauty, but she had nothing more to say as she headed out.