The Kitchen

In the kitchen you find four other members of the household, chatting and enjoying breakfast.

Morgane’s sitting back, a cup of coffee in her hand, regaling the others with a story. She stops as soon as you enter, but you’ve heard enough to know the story’s dirty, and it involves you.

Listening attentively, eating a bowl of yogurt and fruit, is Sybil. She sees you looking at her and holds up her spoon, covered in yogurt. Then she takes a long lick, until her tongue is coated in white. With exaggeration she pulls it into her mouth and swallows. She sticks out her tongue to show its clean. Then she winks. Your cock stiffens at the suggestion.

On the other side of the table sits Niemira. Her slight blush on seeing you offers more evidence that Morgane’s story involved you. The other girls are constantly teasing Niemira, partly because she puts on this innocent act when she’s around them. You’ve found nothing innocent in Niemira, but around the other girls she almost acts like a virgin.

Finally over at the counter Nekane broke into action as soon as she saw you, starting the coffee machine, spooning out your breakfast and pouring a glass of orange juice. By the time you’ve kissed the girls at the table good morning, your breakfast, bar the coffee, is ready. You kiss Nekane and take the glass and the bowl offered. “I’ll bring your coffee over,” she tells you

You return to the table and sit down next to Niemira.

“So, what were you talking about, before I came in?” you ask all innocently.

“Morgane was telling us about last month’s date night,” Sybil tells you. You remember. It was Morgane’s date, and you took her to the opening night of a play in London. “Or more accurately everything that happened back at the hotel,” Sybil adds with a wicked smile on her face.

The play had been nothing special. The night in the hotel afterwards had been spectacular. Probably too spectacular. Morgane is a remarkably unresponsive fuck and it’s sometimes hard to tell how she’s taking sex. You went too hard on her, and it showed the next morning. She’d been incapable of performing shower duty, and Sybil, who had been on chauffeur duty the next day, had been **** to support her across the lobby to the car. Morgane is still embarrassed by that fact.

“Of course, it’s date night tonight, isn’t it?” you say turning to Niemira. Tonight was the London premier of the latest Avengers movie, and it was Niemira’s turn to be your date. “Looking forward to it?”

Niemira’s nod is enthusiastic.

“Of course she’s looking forward to it,” Sybil states. “It’ll be her first solo night duty.”

That was surprising. Niemira had been part of the household for nearly five months, and she hadn’t had a solo night duty? Looking back, you can’t remember one. Plenty of nights with her and someone else. Some very memorable quickies in and around the house. But no memory of just you and her in a bed. Well, tonight you were going to make up for that. Tonight, she’d get your full and undivided attention.

“Then I’ll make today a day you’ll never forget,” you assure her.

“Oh, it’s not the day she’ll never forget, it’s the night,” Sybil continued joking. “First solo night duty. After that, nothing is ever the same.”

All the girls are open about sex, but Sybil is easily the most open. It comes from her background as a pornstar. She had been very successful, much more successful than the others in the household who had tried it. She’d probably still be one, if you hadn’t brought her into the household. She credited you with saving her from becoming an old pornstar **** to do more and more depraved actions just to get the attention. You can’t believe she’d have descended that low, but you’re happy for her to see you as her saviour. It lessens the occasional bouts of anxiety, that you’re being overly greedy, living with nine stunningly gorgeous women, and getting to fuck them as often as you like.