New Day

I woke up in my bed, quite confused by what had happened the day before.

What were those beings that had trapped me?

And besides, Jennifer works for the FBI?

My mind was full of more questions than answers, so I decided to order food over the phone again. I definitely needed time to think and didn't want to waste that time cooking.

I searched the internet for words that might provide some clue, phrases like:

Alien tablet.

Mind control.

Space technology.

But nothing useful came up. So far, all I know is:

Jennifer has another tablet.

The government has more tablets at its disposal.

Whoever sends these tablets wants to contact me.

Now my question is, why?

I mean, I've always been fascinated by aliens and space, but why would they want to send me a device with this level of power? If it only surpasses what the capsule inside the tablet told me when I opened it.

I looked out my window and Jennifer's house now looked so... dangerous.

I mean, I gave her a couple of orders on my tablet. Was I faking it? I feel like I can't risk trying something like that anymore, not until we're sure.

At that moment, my doorbell rang, and I went to answer it.

It's true, I'd forgotten I'd ordered food. There she was in front of me again.

The pizza girl. Her beautiful thighs were covered in sweat from the bike ride. Her chest was small but quite attractive, and it was rising and falling due to her labored breathing from exhaustion. Her hair was reddish, and her face was very pretty.

I gave her her money and picked up the pizza.

After closing the door behind me, I could see the tablet I'd left on the table.

Shit, this isn't the time, but... Jennifer said she didn't care what I did with the tablet as long as it didn't bother her, right?

I opened the tablet:

Lesly Grey

I saw the three interaction options and typed in Direct Command:

"The client of this house is the sexiest man you've ever seen. You will knock on his door and let him have sex with you as much as he wants."

I waited about two seconds before seeing the girl park her bike again and ring my doorbell.

"Yeah? Did something happen?"

"You see, sir, I don't usually do this. Please don't think badly of me."

"What's wrong? I don't understand."

"Could you please come to your house and use me however you wish? You're the most attractive man I've ever seen."

I smiled at that moment.

"Sure, you can come in."

I watched her walk toward the main room, her enormous butt bouncing exquisitely with every step while wearing those biker shorts.

"Stand still and don't move," I ordered.

The girl obeyed immediately. Losing my temper, I bent down behind her and pulled down her shorts, exposing her pale, fleshy butt.

I said, "Tell me about your butt."

She spoke immediately: "Huh? Yes! Of course, whatever you say, sir. My butt has always been enormous. My body accumulates fat in that area, which embarrasses me greatly. Although, if you wish, you can use it for your pleasure. It's very soft and heavy, and I've noticed several men staring at it. Also, because I ride a bike, it's quite firm, so please have a lot of fun with my well-trained butt."

Hearing her talk about her ass like that made my cock harder than ever.

I could smell the scent of sweat, and I couldn't resist any longer. My face buried itself between her buttocks, and I began to lick all her holes.

Lesly let out soft moans as I feasted on her enormous cyclist's ass.

Lesly, get on all fours on the couch.

-Right away, sir.