Jasmine Comes Out

“Gyuk gyuk gyuk.” Let me tell you, there’s something really special about a girl sucking your dick like it’s the only thing that gives meaning to her life. Combine that with the magical ability to make your dick grow like the Grinch’s heart, and you’ve got a fun way to kill time, any time.

“That’s good baby, thank you.” I pulled Daisy off of me.

She slurped up a long line of spit dangling from her lips. “I love you daddy.” She stuck three, maybe for fingers in her mouth. “Can I play with Ms. Humpy now?” She was salivating at the thought of that rubber dick.

“Not right now baby, I want you to watch me fuck Big Sis Brooke up the ass. Won’t that be fun?”

“Ah gaaassss.” It was hard for her to speak with a mouth full of fingers and drool.

We both looked to Brooke who was just in front of me, butt cheeks spread wide, her puckered hole waiting. “Come on now, back it up, have a seat. I could hear her gulp as her legs started her shuffle backward, her butt gingerly lowered down to my lap. She let out a yelp of surprise when my dick touched her butt. She wasn’t expecting that to happen so soon, I bet. I put a hand on her hip, and guided my head right into her asshole. (Brooke Filmore+3)(77SP)

All resistance drained away from her body as she applied just a little bit of weight onto my cock. Her ass just gave into me, opening up and sliding down my Daisy-slicked cock with almost no resistance. She yelped again as she landed in my lap. She fell right onto my dick, and hardly felt a thing. “Oooooh.” She brought her hands to her stomach as if trying to feel the large invader inside. “Ooooooh.” She said again, and this time I could feel her ring tighten around the base of my cock, rather pleasurably. “That didn’t hurt at all.” I could feel her squeezing becoming rhythmic.

“Of course not. I don’t want to hurt anybody.” I lifted her up, and lowered her back down onto my cock. “I want to help you girls. Help you feel good.”

“Ohhh, more please.” (Brooke Filmore+1)(78SP)

“You’re the one on top. You have to work for it. Fuck my Dick with your ass.” And fuck she did. In that lesbianized skull of hers, she found the flexibility, and the energy and the genius needed to fuck my brains out. “Hooooly crap.” I leaned my head back, simply divine.

“Daddy?” Daisy curled up next to me as Brooke lost her mind on top. “Can you play with my booty next?”

I patted her head, hardly able to see straight with Brooke riding me so hard. “No baby, only big girls get their asses played with like this. You wouldn’t like it.” Brooke wasn’t helping me sell that line, with all her moaning and sweating. Not that I was lying. Everything that was making Brooke feel so good was now in Daisy’s precious lips. But Brooke’s trait was compelling everyone in the apartment to give me a piece of ass.

“Aww.” Daisy pouted and wrapped her arms around mine, just to cuddle.

“I know baby. You just suck on that thumb, while I play with Brooke.”

That arrangement seemed to work for everyone. Brooke’s ass was so lubed up with Daisy’s spit she couldn’t remember to talk, let alone understand that she was a lesbian. You know, the fact that she hated men didn’t even come up once, since the ass fucking began.

A while later Jasmine’s bedroom door opened up, and a bent looking Jasmine shuffled out under the watchful eye of Miranda. The mere sight of my wife in that outfit was enough to drive me to completion. I grunted, grabbed Brooke by her hips, and held her down, as my cock pulsed and came. “Aiiiiiieeeee!” Brooke threw her head back as her bowels inflated with my cream filling. She kicked her legs and growled, feeling quite entitled to an orgasm by this point.

Jasmine and Miranda both looked at her enviously. I noticed Miranda sneakily reach behind herself, and press her fingers against her butthole.

Once I felt myself softening, and my orgasm pass. I placed my hands underneath Brooke’s ass which was still squeezing and milking me, not yet willing to give up the dream of another orgasm. I lifted her off me, and pushed her to the floor. “Cum.” I commanded while she was in the transition period between sitting on my lap, and landing on the floor.

She landed on Jasmine’s plush carpet with a moan, her back half bucking wildly. Her asshole which had been stretched wide enough to fit a coke can sputtered wildly as her body lost control, and Daisy’s magical spit began to wear off. She farted out all the air I’d crammed up in there, her stretched out sphincter ejaculating my spent cum against the floor and Jasmine’s couch. “Uuuh uuuh uuuuh.” She moaned, digging her fingers into the carpet, and preparing to weep.

“Fucking disgust.” Miranda sneered marching over to the farting girl. She stuck her foot underneath Brooke, and flipped her over. So she could place her shoe on Brooke’s tit. “Is this how you conduct yourself before your master? “ She ground the treads of her shoe against the barista’s sensitive tit flesh. “No wonder he’ll only fuck your ass. It’s more honest than pretending your shitty pussy is worth anything.” She took took her foot off of Brooke’s tit, leaving a lovely red pattern in it. She then grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her around towards the couch.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch.” Brooke cried, flushing with shame, and dripping with excitement.

“Shut up.” Miranda growl, pressing her face against the wet carpet. “Master gives you his cum, and you shit it out onto the carpet? Apologize, and lick this mess us you whore.”

“Uuuuh.” Brooke moaned, sticking her tongue out to the carpet, which was speckled with white droplets. “I’m sowwy, mastah.” I don’t know how Miranda expected her to apologize, or lick up the carpet. My roommate was pretty much using her face as a mop, and all Brooke could do was waggled her tongue and hope to catch a drop of my sperm where she could. Miranda whispered something into Brooke ear, who then began to chant. “Master won’t fuck my shitty pussy. Master won’t fuck my shitty pussy. Master won’t fuck me shitty pussy.” (Brooke Filmore+5)(SP83)

God damn, I needed to fuck Miranda.

Someone how was able to look away from this display and look back to my wife, who was also trying not to look at the scene. Her outfit, was fantastic. Miranda was really the mvp of today. She was wearing an oversize white t-shirt that came down to her mid thighs, which had been torn and ripped and many places, enough that I could see that Jasmine wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. She had chunky silver bracelets around her wrist and ankles, that made it look like she was wearing cuffs. Then around her neck, there was a thick choker, which gave the appearance of a collar. Her hair was combed out to look wild, messy, and uncared for.

Jasmine was dressed like a **** girl.

I pulled up my watch to check her score: -3. Good Work Miranda, yet again.

I crossed my legs and tilted my head. “How do you feel Jasmine?” I was curious what effect this outfit would have on her psyche, because of her trait.

“S-small.” She whispered looking at the ground.

“Oh, I would imagine.” I grinned at her. “Slaves like you are, so very small when compared to their masters.”

She grimaced and started playing with the hem of her torn-up shirt. “Don’t call me that.” She said meekly.

“Get over here.”

I saw her hesitate, and look over towards the floor. I followed her gaze. Daisy was on the ground now too licking up the cum Brooke has sprayed on the floor. (Daisy Mae-Nadir +3)(SP70) Not only that but Miranda had succumbed to the power of Brooke’s upgraded trait as well! (Miranda Hari+1)(SP97)All three of them were face first on the ground, trying to shove each other out of the way for the chance to slurp up more of Brooke’s ass cum. “Ohhhh my goodness.” I was going to miss shit like that. I scooted over on the couch, so my Wife wouldn’t be in the way of those jizz slurping animals. “Kneel. Baby, right there.”

She wrung her shirt, and shuffled forward. (Jasmine Fischer +1)(-2SP)

“Now I’m not going to make you do anything gross like those things on the floor. All I need from you right now, is to call me master. If you don’t want to be my wife, that’s fine, you can be my ****.”

“I knew this is who you really were, I knew you wanted to own me.” She sounded defiant but was talking to the floor.

“Look at me, when you say that. Let’s have this conversation.”

She grimaced, and brought her head up. (Jasmine Fischer +1)(-1SP) “You act like all of this was **** on you. But you’ve chosen to do these things.”

“Yes.” I sighed, and cast a look at the formerly healthy-minded women I’d ruined in my quest to reunite with my wife. “Now, what do you call me?”

Her mouth quivered. I saw her cast a glance at the door. I brought the app up, just in case she did something unexpected. But to my surprise, she turned be to me. “Master.” She sighed.

(Jasmine Fischer +1)(0SP)

Oh baby, 0 points never looked so good.

Trait, please!

I checked to see what Goodies Jasmine had for me today. Unlike Brooke who had about three traits waiting in the wings, I could access Jasmine immediately.

New Trait!

Halfway There

Condition: Gain 100 submission points from a subject who's original score was -100.

Route A

That's enough for an upgrade

Picking this trait will allow you to upgrade one of your previously selected traits for free.

or

Route B

Fill in the blank.

When selecting this trait, you may gain the unselected option for a trait you've already gained. Beware selecting contrary traits. You can do it... just beward.

Vote in the comments, and tell me which upgrade Brett should choose, or which unselected option he should go back for?

Jasmine has three Traits

Cosmic Draw++

Have I told You About My Soulmate?

Trainer (Miranda)

and, Clothes Make The Man

The Unchosen Traits for these are:

-Just My Type-

The subject’s appearance slowly begins to changes to match the user’s ideal form. I.e if the user considers their ideal girl to be a pregnant incontinent dragon, she’s slowly become that over the course of a few weeks.

- Always by your side -

With a thought you can summon the Subject to you. No matter where they are in the universe they will arrive at your location within five minutes, with only a vague memory of how they got there, and the knowledge that you wanted to see them. They can be dismissed in the same manner, at which point they’ll return to their original location in the same amount of time.

- Performance Review -

At the end of every day a performance review will appear in the Subject’s profile. It will go over everything the subject has done that day to become a more perfect **** for the user, and everything they have done to try and be independent. In addition to this information there will be a section of the review labeled ‘Recommendations’ which are changes the subject can make to have a better review tomorrow. Such as ‘The Subject can wear higher heels.” “The Subject can work on stretching their anus.” “The subject can give themselves more physical punishments.” And the subject will develop the compulsion to do those things in order to earn your approval, becoming vaguely aware that you’re keeping score on them.

and

Fashion Disaster

The subject develops incredibly bad luck when it comes to their clothing. They will constantly be catching their pants on nails, spilling water on their shirts, buttons fly off, nip slips, anything and everything to make the subject feel like they'd be better of naked. When the Subject is in the presence of the user, they will more likely than not suffer from some sort of wardrobe malfunction that leaves them exposed and embarrassed.