The First “Practice Date”

“C’mon, Jennifer, lean into it. Act like you’re interested in me.”

She practically groaned, but her eyes only clouded for a second this time. She subconsciously leaned forward, her huge tits almost spilling out of the pink sports bra struggling to contain them. “So, Dustin, what do you do for a living?”

You stared unapologetically into her cleavage as you responded. “I’m between jobs right now. I work in tech.”

“Deal-breaker for me, sorry.” Jennifer suddenly said, leaning back again and taking her massive breasts out of your line of sight before starting to stand up.

“Hey, feedback is fine, but never be mean to me.”

Hazy eyes swirled and vanished before Jennifer brought herself back into her seat. “You’re just staring at my boobs, Dustin. And you don’t have a job. Any girl would skip out on you after you said that.”

She had a point. But she also had great tits, so her criticism would have to wait until she’d shown them off to your satisfaction. “Fair enough. But you’re not here to skip out. You have to help me however I ask, and I said to help me practice dating. So you will always let me do what I want to practice different scenarios. Or do you want to let Marcus and I down?”

“No!” She spat back once the wave of commands ran through her mind. “Fine. Just… try not to stare. Women don’t like being ogled by losers, especially losers without something to make it worthwhile.”

It was still a bit mean, but not as venomous as a few of her past tirades had been. You were making progress.

“No can do, babe. This simulation we’re just going to see how it goes.”

Jennifer sighed and resumed eating her salad.

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After you finished eating, you took Jennifer home. After seeing her gorgeous body just barely concealed by the tight material showcasing every curve, you had to try getting something from her. “Well, looks like I got you home with me, huh?”

“Sure. You definitely didn’t just take me to my house.”

“Either way, I got you back to my place. So we should practice that part of the date too. You’re going to do as I say like a date I brought back here.”

Her eyes fogged like normal, only this time Jennifer’s whole body froze up. After a whole minute, the fog receded and she spoke up. “Ok, Dustin, I’ll keep practicing with you for now, but I’m not fucking you.”

You nodded sagely, “Absolutely. Now cuddle up next to me on the couch.”

More fog, but much less pausing. You sit down, and Jennifer’s gorgeous body presses against you as she obeys your command. She’s laid up against you to snuggle into your shoulder, her lovely chest pushed up against your torso. You put some TV show on and reach down to squeeze her ass, eliciting a disapproving, “Hey!”

“Dates get handsy when they cuddle, Jen. Do what I tell you and let me practice how I like. You wouldn’t want to disappoint Marcus and I, right?”

The fog was getting shorter. She let out a sharp breath of frustration, but she didn’t move to stop you. You palmed and jiggled her deliciously thick behind for a few minutes before giving it a firm, resounding slap. Jennifer yelped, but she didn’t chastise you this time, just gritting her teeth and staring daggers at you. Progress.

You were a bit shocked when Jen broke the silence without commenting on your continued groping, though she spoke somewhat testily as she stood up. “I’m going to grab my water bottle. Be back in a second.”

“Sure, babe, for a trade.”

Jen raised an eyebrow at you, looking annoyed you’d said anything at all. “What are you talking about?”

“Take your workout clothes off before you go or stay here with me.”

“Ew, no! That’s not how dates work, asshole!”

“Not if you don’t help me practice. Do what I say and help me practice how I ask.”

More foggy eyes. Her mouth drops open slightly, then snaps shut as her eyes clear. “Fine, pervert.” She says, bending down while stepping out of her leggings. Her gorgeous, creamy white thighs come into view alongside the tiny pink thong you’d already compelled her to wear. She straightens back up, pulling the sports bra up over her head and letting her massive boobs bounce free. You can’t help but gawk at her as she turned to go, her ass bouncing with each step.

After a few minutes, she comes back holding her water bottle before returning to her place snuggled against you on the couch. You instantly return your hands to their happy business playing with Jennifer’s now-exposed flesh. You wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her close and angling her body to keep a squeezing hand on her ample behind. Your other hand reaches up and finally palms the astoundingly large jugs now pressing into you. You keep thinking about how this might be heaven; how this app has opened up the world for you in every way you could have ever dreamed of.

Your phone starts ringing and snaps you out of the happy reverie. “Get up and hand that over to me, babe.” Jennifer groans but follows your command. No fog this time. You slap her ass as she rises up and walks to the side table you’d left your phone on. She hands it back obediently, staying standing in front of you with her hands on her hips while you answer. It’s a glorious sight. And your caller is Marcus. That’s odd.

“Hey, buddy, what’s up?” You ask as you answer the call.

“Hey, man, how’s the practice date going?”

You decide it’s time to take another risk. You move the phone away from your face and switch the call to speaker, indicating to Jennifer that her husband is on the line by turning the screen to face her for a moment. Her eyes seem to shine with victory, and you wonder why.

“It’s going ok. Jennifer’s not really giving it her all, but I think it’s helping.”

Jennifer’s face instantly glows red and she opens her mouth to start another tirade, but you place a finger over your lips and silently shush her. Her eyes fog and she stays silent. So nonverbal commands do work. Time to see if commands work over the phone as well.

“Uh, well, sorry about that. She just texted me saying things weren’t going how she wanted and that I should step in, but she didn’t get to really get to explain why.”

So that explains it. Jennifer cringes as her husband exposes her trickery. You glower at her as you stay on the line. “Yeah, she doesn’t want to help me with any of my intimacy concerns. She’s fighting every step of the way, and it’s kind of setting me back, honestly.”

“Oh, uh… sorry to hear that, man.” Marcus stammered out awkwardly.

“You’re comfortable with anything I want to do with her, after all. You want me to use her in any way that helps me. You think she should do anything I want to get more confident, don’t you?”

There’s a pause for a moment that worries you, but Marcus seems to snap back into the conversation with the exact answer you hoped for. “Yeah, totally, man. I want you back on your feet, so she should help you with anything you need to get there.”

“Great. Her behavior has really set off some of my insecurities, so she’s going to help me with some sexual intimacy problems as well since she’s making them worse. That’s part of my getting better and more confident too, so you’re fine with that. Right?”

Another pause. A heavy breath, almost sounding like a breath expressing profound sacrifice, escaped Marcus’ lips as he responded, “I guess so. I don’t really like it, but… I want you to get back on top of the world, and if that’s what it takes to get you there I’ll support you all the way.”

A pang of regret flows through you before quickly vanishing as your gaze returns to Jennifer’s nearly-nude form. “Thanks, man. You’re the best. I’ll keep practicing with Jen tonight and I’ll let you know how we’ll approach this moving on once I’ve got a better idea where I’m at.”

“Uh, ok, bro. Talk to you later.”

“Later.” You hang up the phone as Jennifer stands in absolute shock. “So, Jennifer, since you’ve hurt my feelings here, you should do what hot girls do to make up for mistakes on their dates.”

She gulps as you unzip your pants and continue, “Suck my cock, Jennifer.”

Her eyes fog, but she quickly drops to her knees and starts tying her hair up into a ponytail with a grumble. You happily grab it and guide her into place as you roughly shove your cock into her mouth, essentially turning it into a fuckhole for you to enjoy as you continue dragging her along it by her ponytail.

“Stay there until I say to stop. We’re going to talk about your new schedule to make sure you keep helping me.”

She tries to say something, but all that comes out is a loud GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK. You’re going to enjoy the house’s new dynamic; a dynamic you start explaining to Jennifer as her throat struggles to welcome the first of many loads you’ll release there.