What to do

"So you offered to help him without a plan? That's unlike you."

You sighed and nodded, laying your head back against the headboard. There was no way around it, you had acted again impulsively without really planning on what exactly you would do, though the offer to help was simple enough: you'd help the young man, name was Bobby, take care of the older one, name was Herbert. Bobby and Herbert, what a couple.

"It's a bit hard to say really, just thought it was a nice thing to do at the time, didn't actually think the little twink would take me up on it." You reached down and stroked Monica's hair, eliciting a small moan of surprise and happiness in the basic gesture. She brought her head up and gave you a nice long view of her boobs, brushing your chest slowly and sensually before she moved back down. You watched as she brought her lips close to the other woman, Jenkins, who was on her stomach with her mouth sucking on your balls and a few moans. Her hand was between her legs as she rubbed and jilled herself. Very interesting indeed, not 24 hours as a woman and already proficient at trying to get herself to cum. A futile gesture all in all but she didn't need to know that.

"Hmmm..." you watched as Monica turned her attention to the other woman. "What should you name her, sugar? Any ideas?"

"Why don't you come up with a good Latina name for her, babe? Be good practice for you when you start to have our babies," you winked and Monica, her eyes lighting up, looked down at the transforming woman who looked up at her with an eager smile, almost begging for her to take that step. You leaned back and watched as your wife leaned down and pulled the young latina woman up from her position between your legs and gave her a kiss, the two of them moving their hands along each other.

A wise man once said that a man, if he truly wants to live, never steps in between a match of two women.

In this case, you weren't going to doubt the wisdom of the ancients.

You stroked yourself, watching as Monica's more expert lips and hands took over and she lowered Jenkins to the floor and began to move up and down the woman's body, causing her to twitch and shudder, especially once your black wife slid between her brown legs and teased, then began to seriously lap, her pussy. You almost wanted to warn her that Jenkins was a squirter but decided not to, letting the surprise come in her face (literally, in this case). You lowered yourself down and brought your cock to Jenkins' mouth, brushing the tip along her mouth, and then slid in as she turned her attention and began to suck on it. With the two of you tag-teaming her, she was at the height of cumming but became increasingly **** and frustrated at her lack of reaching the point.

"Oh fuck...I need to cummmm..." she moaned, breathing and inhaling your scent as she wrapped one hand on your shaft and pumped it while her other was cupping and tweaking her nipples furiously. "Please....I need to cum..."

You watched her writhe in agony for a few moments without saying anything before you caressed her hair. "You'll be in a constant state of arousal but only I can make you cum. My words, my cock, my semen, you need these to cum. Anything else will not get you off, not even yourself. Only your mistress Monica can help you but even she can't get you off entirely. You will find some relief with her but only enough to function. You need to cum every day or else you will hurt."

You saw the look in her eyes, the desperation growing, and you looked at Monica with a smile. "Anything else you'd like to tell our pet here?"

She continued to lap at the woman's clit, brushing her tongue along the nub, and causing Jenkins to squirm even more, her body working itself up to a frenzy, panting and begging now to let her cum, to make her cum. "Hm...y'know, I said I wanted to be your only black girl but I think I'll be okay if I had a sister who also worshipped your cock like this..."

You laughed. "Hear that, pet? Did you want to become a black bitch like your mistress here?"

"Please...anything...please..." she moaned again, on the verge of passing out.

You leaned over. "You'll become Monica's younger sister, a black woman, you'll be no older than 20. You'll be even more submissive to me now, my will is now yours. You only serve me and those that I tell you. Your role is to serve me, understood?" You smacked your cock on her face as she nodded, too exhausted and frustrated to say anything. With that, Monica nodded and slipped from her position between her soon-to-be sister's legs and you leaned down and nipped her ear. "What's her name?"

Monica laughed. "Brandi is a good one."

You nodded and whispered into Brandi's ear. "Cum."