Paula, but you have plans for both girls.

I decided to leave my shirt off and let Paula have a look at what she was missing. I opened the door with a smile and watched as Paula started to say something, but then dropped her jaw at the sight of my new-and-improved physique.

"Hey!" I said cheerfully. "Did you forget something?"

"Um, uh, yeah," said Paula. She had to focus for a moment to get her eyes up to mine. "Actually, I did forget to tell you something. I thought I'd tell you during lunch, but we had such a good time chatting that... Anyway, it's about my boyfriend... well, not exactly my boyfriend... and why I really needed to move out today."

"Please hold that thought," I interrupted. She politely stopped talking and waited patiently while I thought about what she'd just said. "Not exactly my boyfriend" and "needing" to move only added up to one thing, and the fact that she was coming to me about this was really exciting. A day ago this I would have thought this was perfect. Today, I had a higher bar for perfect.

"Paula, I've actually got some company over right now. Would you please come back in an hour?"

"Sure, no problem."

"And please develop what I would consider the hottest body physically possible. Please don't start changing until after you're gone, I want it to be a surprise. Oh, and please buy a sexy outfit that shows off your new body before you come back. Okay?"

"That sounds great!" said Paula. "I'll be back later. See you!"

I waved bye and watched her walk down the hall. I'd regularly had fantasies about Paula since we'd met in college, but I'd often edited her body in my head. Since she tended to wear baggy clothes, I didn't really have a great sense of her figure, so sometimes I'd imagine her as super fit and sometimes as super curvy. Eventually I'd decided that if I ever did see her naked, it'd probably fail to live up to my fantasies. Well, that wasn't going to be a problem now!

I closed my apartment door and turned back to Kimmy, who was still edging herself on the couch.

"Mmmm, come on!" she moaned. "Let's fuck already!"

It felt great to be in charge. "Do you want my cock?"

"Yes! I want it!"

"Do you want to suck it?"

She thought for a second, then nodded. "Sure, that's fine, let's just go!"

"Beg."

She was so shocked, her fingers stopped moving on her twat. "What?"

"Beg like a horny, cheating slut."

She straightened up on the couch and reluctantly said, "Please?"

I laughed harshly. "I didn't say, 'Beg a tiny bit,' I said, 'Beg like a horny, cheating slut.' That's what you are, beg like it."

There was a moment of hesitation, during which her pussy leaked even more juices onto my couch. Then she slid off the couch onto her knees and crawled to me slowly, her long, thick tits swinging beneath her. When she reached me she sat back on her heals and clasped her hands together. "Please fuck me! Please fuck me like a slut! That's what I am, a cheating slut! I cheated on you with Stephen, and I'm cheating on him with you! I need it! I can't help myself! Please give me what I need!"

I grabbed her head and pulled it onto my cock. It was amazing seeing her mouth pop open as her head moved forward, like it was a reflex. I jammed my hard cock down her throat, making a "gluk, gluk" sound that was incredible. I rolled my hands up in two fistfuls of pink hair and pulled harder, jamming her all the way down my length on every thrust. She put her hands on my thighs and pulled and pushed to help me. It felt incredible.

I kept it up for a couple of minutes, then pulled her off me. Looking down at her, I asked, "How does it feel having my cock down your throat?"

"It feels so good!" She was squirming, running her hands over her insanely huge breasts. "I think I could cum just from a throat fuck!"