The Mistress of the House

"Did you see the size of her tits," I ask the Doctor as we walk, only releasing her ass to change which cheek I'm groping or spanking, "they had to be the size of her head!" Looking down, I see that my attention is really starting to have an effect on her, with pussy juices completely soaking the front of her thong and running down the inside of each surprisingly thick and toned thigh in fat droplets. "And very perky, too," she replies, having managed after several false starts to keep an even tone while I **** her rear, "that uniform had no support to it, there's no way they're real."

"I'm not so sure," I reply, "normally a woman's tits stay perky no matter how big they get." She blinks and brushes the fingertips of one hand over her chest as if something feels off, but shrugs it off. "Bad phrasing, I didn't mean that," she says dismissively, "I meant their size. The odds of a young working-class woman like her getting knockers the size of her head in 1898 are... well, they're long, put it that way." We walk past a table with a large ornamental vase on it, and for a moment I'm tempted to knock it to the floor, bend the Doctor over and pound her asshole until she screams. It seems a little... I dunno, tame, though. Ever since I internalised the fact that I can fuck anyone I feel like with only the most token resistance, seeing how many changes I can make before they start begging for it of their own accord has gotten much more interesting.

"This way, please," the maid suddenly - impressive, given that we should have gotten plenty of warning - appears from one of the side doors up ahead and beckons us through it. "Lady Wakeford, your guest is here."

"Thank you, Andrea, that will be all."

The first thing I do is question my certainty that I've never altered the past to any great degree, because the tits on this woman are... damn, they're big. I once made my next-door neighbour a porn star with watermelon-sized implants, and they don't even come close to this 'Lady Wakeford'. Well, that or it picked one of the smaller kinds of watermelon. Unlike the maid, her dress clearly has a lot of support built into it - primarily meant to present her breasts as obviously as possible. The Doctor can't help but lick her lips as she stares at the seam-straining slutbags we've been presented with, as the maid ignores them completely and begins dusting around the room.

"Lady Wakeford? A pleasure to meet you," I smile, glad for the side effects of the normality that I can control when I get hard or go soft - begone, hormone-addled thoughts! "I'm John Doe." She offers her hand for me to kiss, then gestures for us to sit on a nearby couch. The Doctor, of course, takes the opportunity to plant her needy ass in my lap again, squirming and rolling her hips in an attempt to get a rise out of me. "I wasn't aware we were expected," I say, fishing for any hint that she was actually expecting us.

"Please, call my Mary," she replies smoothly, "and I could hardly fail to take notice of your arrival! I get so few male visitors these days, ever since..." She seems unsure of what to say next, or even whether she should have said anything at all. "Well, never mind that. As I was saying, it's been so long since we had a man of the house, it's so hard not to get little... excited at the prospect of one arriving. Why, I-" Her head suddenly snaps around to glare at the maid - Andrea, apparently - although there seems to be a strange lack of heat to it. "Andrea, come here!"

Andrea abruptly straightens up from where she was bent over at the waist, dusting the skirting boards, with a clearly feigned squeak of surprise. "Is everything alright, ma'am," she asks, stepping over to Lady Wakeford without a hint of nerves. "I dare say there isn't," the older woman replies with put-on indignation, "bend over the table, right now!" We both watch, bemused, as she does so and Lady Wakeford... hikes up the girl's dress? To expose a surprisingly big bubble butt in a surprisingly modern-looking pair of lace panties, at that. "What have I told you about your underwear?"

"Not to- AH!" Andrea's whole body rocks with the **** of the first slap on her ass, and again with the next one on the other cheek. "Not to wear any, ma'am!" The contrition and fear would be a lot more convincing if the various squeaks and other noises that accompany the spanks Lady Wakeford rains down on her weren't so clearly excited. "This is the fifth time, Andrea. I'm starting to think that spanking isn't punishment enough for you, you naughty girl!" I share a skeptical look with the Doctor at the quality of the pair's performance, before we turn our attention back to them. "I think," Lady Wakeford says, rubbing Andrea's pussy through her panties, "that I ought to stop being so lenient, and show you what sort of punishment naughty girls like you deserve."

"So," I ask in a whisper as Lady Wakeford proceeds to drop into a squat behind Andrea, hook her panties to one side and eat her out like her life depends on it, "aliens?" Because this sure as shit wasn't my fault, I mentally add.

"Wouldn't be the first time," she admits, "although it's usually a little more nefarious and a little less..."

"Pornographic?"

"Yeah, that," she nods, before frowning and grinding down against me a little harder. I almost laugh at her frustration, and let myself get a semi on just to taunt her. Fuck, she's going to be fun when she finally snaps. "Think you can keep her occupied when she finishes off the maid?"

"Going to do some spying," I ask, admiring the way Lady Wakeford's dress rests on what must be an ass bigger than the Doctor's currently is. "I'm sure I can think of something. Just get back before I get bored, yeah?" But she's already gone, springing up out of my lap and sashaying her way out the door like she owns the place. Sighing, I settle in to enjoy the most authentic behaviour either of the other two women in the room have displayed since we got here, as Andrea gasps and moans under the attentions of Lady Wakeford's tongue. Definitely something up with these two, I think to myself, they make more convincing porn stars than people.