Progress but not his dreams

"Oh--my--god." Jan took one look at him and dragged him into her house. "You are a complete mess. You look as rough as when I pulled you out of jail." She was dressed in a sheer baby-doll nightie with no panties, her shaved pussy dripping and her nipples, clearly visible under the thin fabric, focused to hard points.

Yeah, perhaps that wasn't the look he wanted as the dominant in her life. Still, it was a price he was willing to pay for the benefits of bio-DNA.

"I need a shower." He strode to the bathroom, with Jan tagging behind him, stripped off his clothes, and got in. "You can wash my clothes later. For now, wash me."

"Okay." She pulled off the nightie and joined him in the shower.

Her hands felt good on his chest and back as she soaped him down. When his upper body felt clean, he pushed her down to her knees and let her rub soap into his balls, penis and ass, then rinse them off.

"Do you want me to suck you off here?" she asked, looking up at him with her needy puppy-eyes.

For just a moment, he felt sorry for her. She was a southern girl, brought up with the idea that her life wouldn't be complete without a man to dominate her and for her to serve. It really wasn't her fault she'd never been told a woman could be a person on her own right. But it meant she could never really be a partner in a relationship. She'd define herself based on who she was seeing, what they did to her. Ultimately, it was lucky he'd gotten out of their marriage when he did although it had torn him up when it had happened. Still, she was an adult now and it wasn't his job to fix her.

"Turn around and lean on the wall," he said.

She obeyed, spreading her legs to give him access to whatever he wanted.

He'd taken her ass before and would again but now he wanted her wet pussy.

He pushed himself in. He was bigger than he had been, bio-DNA continuing to work his magic, but she was well lubricated and he managed to make his way in while she moaned and grinded her ass against him.

"Ohmigod, you are so deep."

He slapped that ass a couple of times, hard, leaving red handprints on her buttocks not because she needed punishing but because he wanted to and because he could see her sexual desire grow with his roughness.

"Oh, yeah, babe." Her voice was low and husky, her southern drawl even more pronounced than usual. "Take me. Dominate me."

"Obscene and not heard," he ordered.

She giggled but stopped talking.

He'd been so intent on watching others over the past days that he hadn't really spent any time looking at himself. Now he glanced through the clear glass shower walls and caught a glimpse of himself on the floor-to-ceiling mirrors Jan had mounted in her bathroom. He was still the same person, but he'd lost that bit of belly he'd never been able to eliminate even when he'd been exercising every day. His muscles were hard-cut, not bulky because he hadn't been eating enough to really bulk up, but his body was all muscle and bone. He doubted he had more than whatever minimum amount of fat is required for life left on him.

Well, enough about him. He turned his focus back to Jan, who remained bent over in front of him, presenting her ass to him as he pumped her pussy.

She was panting hard and he inspected her, looking for the telltale signs of orgasm spreading from her pussy through her body. She'd been ready before he'd arrived and his treatment of her had only excited her more. So, now she was close.

He could leave her there, on the brink of orgasm, take his own pleasure in her mouth, or he could push her over the edge. A tough decision.