Breakfast in America

The night passes by slowly, the random sounds of a shout of pleasure or a wailing ambulance marks the moment and then are gone. Replaying the day's events in your mind, you wonder on some of your actions. The duality of the kind and cruel things you've done and they way you've embraced it.

Nicole is snuggly hugging you while sleeping. She was the first to fall to your charms. Maybe, at first, you felt guilty for what you've done to her but then another part of you was whispering. <FUCK HER! FUCK HER BRAINS OUT! SQUEEZE THOSE TITS! FUCK HER ASS! YOU KNOW SHE WANTS IT!>

Giving in to your baser thoughts, you carefully pull yourself away from Nicole and stand up beside the bed to admire Nicole as she sleeps naked. You caress her firm toned legs up to her bottom. Then gently squeeze her butt letting your finger brush the lips of her pussy. Not wanting to pass this up, you climb up on top of Nicole and carefully put yourself into her ass. The tightness of Nicole's ass thrills you to no end and that Nicole is still asleep makes your cock even harder. You grind deeper into her as she involuntarily wiggles her ass. A small smile creeps on her face as she purrs her approval in her sleep. After a few slow deep pumps, you withdraw from her ass and robe yourself.

Moving to the living room to stretch and yawn yourself awake, there's a knock at the door that you answer. Carla is standing in the doorway looking in her best professional office suit complete with glasses. "Good Morning Sir." She smartly walks in and hands you a steaming mug of hot coffee. Two men dressed as waiters walk in carrying a tray with pastries and a large carafe with a pair of mugs.

Doing a double take between Carla and the mug. "You drove with all this?" You ask her.

Carla laughs at you. "No, look over there." Looking outside towards the driveway, there's a mobile kitchen parked in it. "Would you care to place your breakfast order or shall I?"

"Surprise me. Where's Melissa?" You wonder.

Telling the waiters. "American Continental for two, go with common servings for bacon and scrambled eggs." The waiters leave and then Carla turns her attention to you. "We've decided to take turns tending to you while the other rests or does work behind the scenes. Luckily, I won the draw. Would you like the report now?"

You sit down on the edge of the recliner taking a good swig of the coffee. "Sure go ahead." You pull Carla towards you as she reads her report.

"Melissa is gathering the exact details since everyone is just recovering their little jaunt from last night." She says in her english matter of fact tone. You put your hands to the sides of Carla's calves and slowly move them upwards. The feel of the silk hosiery touching your fingers brings back an all too familiar feeling under your robes.

"The club has two private jets, of which, you can have in an hours notice." You begin to raise Carla's skirt up inch by inch when you discover Carla is wearing stockings instead of pantyhose, complete with garters and no panties at all.

Unfazed by your touch. "Alexis has begun to fulfill your request for the websites and is coordinating to receive the camera feeds when they are installed. She estimates that all will be online within 5 days, and revenue can start to be collected in 7 days." You pull Carla closer to you as she continues reading the report. You spread her legs open to straddle you and then you guide her wonderfully trimmed pussy onto your cock.

"Theee uh monehhhhtary funds willllll be set uhhhhhhp byyy thiiiiis afterahhhhhnoon." She says as you motion her up and down on yourself picking up the pace. "Fooor noooow youuu haaaave accccesss to Suuuusaaan'sss expensse acccounttssss."

You quickly blow your load into Carla and let her sit on top of your receding hardness. "Carla, why are you acting like this?"

"Like what?"

"You know, like some efficient assistant."

"First off, I'll have you know this is how I actually do my job. Plus I wouldn't want your wife to be put off by anything I may say or do." Carla then traces a single fingernail down your chest with a devilish look in her eyes and coarsely whispers "Unless you want me too."

"Fair enough." You say before reaching to Carla tits and giving her a playful nipple twist to her happily surprised face. You gently push off Carla from you, a bead of cum rolls down the inside of her leg. "Nicole honey, we have company."

Nicole sleepily walks into the room rubbing the sleep out of her eyes wearing an oversized brown "I aim to misbehave." t-shirt and fuzzy dinosaur slippers. "Morning sweetie." She gives you a peck on the cheek. "mmm I dreamed we did it."

"Good morning Mrs. johnson, here have some coffee." Passing Nicole a steaming mug of coffee.

Bleary eyed and confused. "Why is she here? Ooo is that a bearclaw? Wait what's going on?"

"Mrs. Johnson, I'm Carla and I have the pleasure to assist in running your household." Nicole stuffed a bear claw in her mouth. "That means I will maintain your household, pay your bills. A chef will be here daily to prepare all your meals and snacks plus whatever else you require."

Like a chipmunk with bear claw in her stuffed cheeks "ummm okay, how much will this cost?"

"Nothing, it's all been taken care of, in fact, you have the pleasure of access to the club's private jets." Carla stands at attention sticking her chest out at you and salutes to Nicole. "Fancy a spin mum?"

The light finally turns on over Nicole's head. "Really?" She looks excitedly at you as you nod yes back to her. The shock finally sinks in.

Smiling at Nicole. "So what do you want to do the next day or so? Do a little shopping, maybe a little quick trip somewhere?

"Well, if you're asking. I was kind of wanting to throw a little party with my girlfriends." Looking sheepishly at you. "Is that okay sweetie?"

" Okay !?! That sounds great! I get to meet some of your nurse friends. Now just invite the really pretty ones. That way I can fuck them stupid while you watch. In fact why don't we......."