Break 6 Part 1

Daria closed the door of Princess's spare bedroom behind her. She imagined Princess had already sunk her claws into Miles in the other room. She felt a pang in her chest. Was she...jealous?

She shook herself and looked over at Camille. Her friend had asked to stay with her tonight, which meant that's who should would be dealing with in the morning. Camille was starting to get pretty ****. Daria felt a little bad. They'd agreed to move in together to help each other out and then she'd immediately bailed due to were woman. Camille was currently sitting on the bed wearing just her panties as she was preparing to use her breast pump again.

Daria blushed and looked away. Camille wasn't shy at all about showing off her chest, but Daria still wanted to respect their privacy a little. She decided to get changed into her pajamas, though she worried a little about what they would change into. At least she didn't have to worry about a repeat of last night, Camille would be able to instantly free her if that happened.

She turned to put her back towards Camille and stripped down. She had just over to bent over to pick up a nightie when Camille exclaimed, "Oh my God, your tattoo!"

Daria instinctively stood up and tried to put a hand on her back to cover it. Unfortunately the invisible cuffs prevented that and she ended up just feeling embarrassed, "Is it that bad?"

"Sorry, it's just really weird for me to look at because I can't read. It just looks like a huge blurry design to me."

"Huge? It's huge?"

"I'll take a picture. Where's my phone..."

"No. Please. That's ok." Daria quickly put her nightie on to cover it up. Of course the loose nightie wasn't restrictive enough. It instantly morphed into a straightjacket, trapping her arms under her breasts. "Oh no!"

Camille got off the bed and walked over to Daria. She stroked Daria's back, just above her bum, "And it didn't even cover it. Sorry. Do you want me to help you out of this?"

Daria sighed and shook her head, "Just leave it...oooh!" As she was speaking Camille suddenly started groping Daria's ass, "Uh Camille?"

Camille's hands darted away, "Sorry. My hands just kind of...roamed on their own. Lesbian tendencies, remember?"

"R-right. Well...I guess you can't help it."

"I'm sorry, I'm just so horny. I know you don't HAVE to do it until morning but...uh no. Sorry. That's not right. Uh, let me help you onto the bed. Then I'll go dump this milk." Camille put her hand on Daria's back and tried to guide her to the bed.

"Wait, no. Um...just...open the blinds."

Camille glanced at the blinds, "What? You mean...no, I can't..."

"I'd do it myself, but well..." She struggled in her bondage, "Trust me. It's ok."

Camille still hesitated, but in the end her lust won out. She opened the blinds and moonlight flooded in. When it hit Daria it was like she become possessed. Camille was actually grateful for the restraint **** by the jacket, because she was hard enough to deal with as it was.

Daria tried eating her out while Camille laid on the bed, but it was too hard with the jacket so they ended up swapping, with Camille riding Daria's face for what seemed like hours. Thanks to Divine Pussy and Reciprocal Pleasure both women were extremely satisfied with this arrangement. Camille tasted amazing and every time Daria stopped for a moment to give her permission to cum, both of them would. It took way less time for were-woman to be satisfied with Camille than it had with Miles, but Camille failed to notice the slight change in her friend and they kept going until exhaustion completely overtook them. They ended up falling asleep on top of the covers, drenched in sweat and their own fluids.

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Sapphire stepped off the bus and felt a slight chill from the breeze. It wasn't particularly cold, but her outfit did show off a lot of skin. She was headed back home, finally going to sleep in her own bed, alone. Andrea had seemed disappointed, but Sapphire just felt uneasy. She wasn't sure how to deal with her new transformation and didn't want to cross any lines with her friends. Not yet anyway.

She started making her way to her apartment. She passed a couple guys leaning against a storefront. "Hey gorgeous, nice tits." One said with a laugh.

Sapphire ignored him and kept walking.

"Hey, he's talking to you," The second man said, "Did you hear him?"

"Yes sir." She said automatically, feeling a spike of pleasure as she did.

"Sir? I like that. A slut that knows her place." The second man said.

"Please leave me alone." She said.

"She didn't deny being a slut," The first man said, "Are you a slut?"

"Yes sir." She said again. She turned away from them and picked up her pace.

"Hey where are you going you-"

Suddenly a third man Sapphire hadn't seen was standing in front of her, "Leave her alone you assholes. Miss, are you alright?"

"Yes sir. Thank you." She said, feeling another jolt of pleasure.

"Please let me escort you, where are you going?"

Oh no, she couldn't refuse him. He didn't seem as creepy as the others, not that she wanted a white knight or anything. "Thank you sir." She found herself walking alongside him, unable to refuse his offer of help.

At least he ended up being genuine. He didn't try to talk to her, or touch her, or anything. He just walked along side her and perhaps because of that nobody else bothered her the whole way to the cafe. She decided to go inside instead of straight to her apartment. She reached for the door.

"Allow me." He said, opening it for her.

"T-thanks. I live above here. Thanks for walking me home."

"Not a problem. Have a good night."

"You too." He finally left and she was able to walk in alone. She went to the counter to order some food. The game might have screwed her in many ways but she did have quite a bit of money now, she didn't need to scrimp on food anymore, or worry about using 'flash sale' just to eat. All she did have to worry about was being asked questions by the barista. Yes yes yes. By the time she finished paying she was right on the cusp of an orgasm. An orgasm that would never come.

How was she supposed to get permission? Maybe she should have stayed with Andrea after all...

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"Like, I don't mind sharing but this is like, totally my home so you have to wait your turn." Princess said in a rather serious tone.

"Really? I think we should let him decide...and I think he's made his choice. After all he's groping MY boobs, isn't he?" Andrea replied.

It was true. Miles was barely listening to the women fighting over him. Andrea had taken off her shirt and he just couldn't help himself. Those breasts were just so perfect, he HAD to touch them.

"That's like, not fair. It's just magic. It's not fair, I like, NEED, to suck his cock. It's been too long." Princess explained.

"Ya well I'm hungry and need his cum. Hungry trumps horny." Andrea said.

"Like, no way."

"Yes way."

Miles felt like this was getting out of hand, "Princess can blow me. Share cum after."

"Like, oh-em-gee! What a great idea!" Princess said. Her voice sounded like she meant it, but her expression told the truth. She had no desire to do that.

"Whatever." Andrea said, "Let's see you in action."

"Like, shut up." Princess said.

Andrea gave her the finger and looked to Miles for help, but Miles was just staring at her boobs. Andrea frowned and put her hands on her hips.

Princess got on her knees and took out Miles's cock and immediately started blowing him. Andrea pulled away from Miles's hand and tried to sit on a chair, but when she couldn't just stood there and watched.

Princess had been getting lots of practice lately and soon Miles came and filled her mouth. She turned and opened her mouth, showing Andrea the creamy goodness inside. Then she suddenly closed her mouth and swallowed, opening back up to show it was empty, "Ahhh!"

Andrea opened and closed her own mouth, unable to voice her displeasure. She flipped her middle finger at Princess, who just laughed.

"Mean. Apologize." Miles said to her.

"Like, of course. So mean. I'm totz sorry." She said with a grin.

Miles stood up, "Ready to go?" He asked Andrea.

She nodded.

"Wait, you aren't like, staying here?" Princess said, "I was going to get you to like, take my belt off."

"Going now." Miles said.

"Like, of course. Great idea. But like first you should-"

"No." Miles said with a slight smirk.

Princess sighed, "Like I was just teasing. I could like, totally keep you here, but that would like, well, be kinda rude. Guess it like, serves me for that prank. Like, sorry Andrea. For realz. But, um, I am like...really really horny..."

Andrea put her hand on Miles's shoulder and winked at him. Then she walked passed him and suddenly pushed Princess onto the bed.

"Wha...what are you doing?"

Andrea pulled down her shorts, exposing the shiny metal belt.

"I'm like, not into girls. But like, also I am really horny. Um. Be gentle..."

Andrea undid the belt and slowly slid it off. Princess moaned slightly as the invaders were pulled out and she felt cool air on her pussy. She closed her eyes.

"OW!" Princess felt a sharp sting between her legs. "You flicked me!"

Andrea winked and then turned to leave with Miles.

"Bye." Miles said.

"Like, bye. Um. Thanks Andrea."

She was left alone, but her belt was off. She had exactly 10 minutes to make herself cum. She had no time to lose..."

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The drive to Miles's apartment had been in silence. Miles didn't feel like talking, and Andrea couldn't. When they got to his place he considered giving her permission to speak, but then he felt like she'd demand oral sex. So he kept his mouth shut, and she kept hers shut too.

Miles felt a little peckish and opened his pantry. Then he realized he couldn't actually eat anything. Even prepared foods would have to be chosen by someone else. He glanced over at his friend, "Help?" He said.

She pointed to her lips. When he did nothing she found a pen and paper and wrote a note.

Fair trade.

Miles nodded, "You can talk."

"Perfect. Start stroking but don't cum yet." She ordered.

Miles raised an eyebrow. He thought her trade was going to be oral sex for food, but apparently he'd been wrong. Still he had no reason to refuse. She started to prepare a snack for both of them. When she was done she set one plate on the island and held the other plate out in front of him, "Cum on here please." She said.

Miles's eyebrow went even higher, but he nodded and kept going into he ejaculated all over her plate. Then she sat down on a stool and started eating. He was a little weirded out, but didn't say anything. He was hungry too so he grabbed his plate and started eating.

She suddenly stopped and let out a soft moan. She looked embarrassed and tried to keep eating. She finished her plate and then suddenly clutched the countertop and moaned.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

She bit her lip and nodded. Then she moaned again and shook her head, "R-rogue pussy..."

"Ah."

She looked at him desperately, "I wasn't going to ask but..."

Miles nodded, "Yes." He didn't mind being used for oral sex, but he did appreciate that she wasn't actually asking and triggering the compulsion. It would be nice to do it of his own free will.

They got up and went into the bedroom. She immediately stripped, but too his surprise she pulled down his pants too. Then she laid on the bed and looked up at him.

He got on the bed and positioned himself to eat her out.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

He raised his head, "Huh?"

She shook her head, "Don't eat me. Fuck me."

"But..." The B-Virus. He didn't think it would be transferred by oral, but vaginal sex? 20% wasn't great odds.

"Oh fuck me, please!" Andrea cried.

Well, he didn't want to say no from some kind of moral high ground. If she was willing to take the risk, he shouldn't tell her off. He repositioned himself and slid in easily.

He froze deep within her. This was the strangest feeling he'd ever felt during sex. Her pussy was literally squeezing his cock. It felt like he was fucking her, without even moving. It felt amazing. Slowly he started to move back and forth, amplifying the sensations. Andrea was going wild, and he could barely resist. In near record time he came within her, but that wasn't the end of it. She suddenly rolled them over and climbed on top, then started riding him with abandon. Thanks to his perks he was instantly hard again and ready to go. Again. And again. And again.

When Andrea finally climbed off him and cuddled into him she seemed...different. "Like, oh em gee..." She whispered, "That was amazeballs."

"Amazeballs?"

"Ya..." She said, as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Miles gulped and looked over at her. Was her hair...blonde? It was hard to tell in the darkness, and he wasn't going to turn the light on to check. It was probably just his imagination. He didn't want to disturb her, so he ended up falling asleep in that awkward position, cuddled up beside her.

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