The truth, duh

Veronica shuddered as the last reality shift finished editing her memories. She recalled her feelings of inadequacy, as despite her access to willing partners, her slender figure was outclassed by ladies who had practiced sexuality from a much younger age. As confident as her fit body made her, she still felt her shoulders droop in shame when a perky pair of pokies bounced past her. The few men she had asked repeated the same belief: the bigger the tits, the sexier the woman. This led to her desire for implants; she wanted more men to find her sexy, and Peter's bank account was the perfect opportunity for the dream operation. Her parents still kept her funds well secured, and they would never approve the massive spending required. She finally opened her eyes and looked at her boyfriend with a new appreciation, at least from her point of view.

I stared at Veronica expectantly, nervous that my reality warping ring would somehow fail me this time. My girlfriend's warm smile immediately put me at ease. Jeanie let out a happy cheer, as I seemed to have placated Veronica's confusion about the implants. Now I could hammer home the career change with Nikki. Veronica finally answered my question-turned-ring-use. "Wow, I guess it really slipped my mind. Sorry, baby. This week has been pretty stressful, between the implant confusion, my actions at work, and how fucking hot you were making me during the show last night I-" She paused, as Nikki continued to make her honest about her feelings. Veronica blushed at her confession, thought now it was more of a playful embarrassment, not shameful. "I guess I've had just one thing on my mind." She cooed, squishing her perky chest between her arms as she slowly approached him like a lioness cornering its prey. "Did I ever show you how appreciative I am for these big, sexy boobs?" She flopped to the couch next to me, 'oblivious' to how long her cleavage wiggled beneath her opening work shirt. She literally hadn't, but just in case her mind thought she did, I played along with her flirting and shook my head. "Mmmm, then I think you're long overdue for a reward. How about I make you feel appreciated?" She winked as her silky work bottoms slid across my thighs, straddling my lap with her squeezing legs and my head with her milky udders.

I moaned in appreciation from my fleshy prison, and my hands hungrily pulled at the clothes still in our way. She only chuckled as one hand cradled my head and the other hiked her skirt higher. I was pretty impressed, and Jeanie seemed to be, too. Before I got the Ring, I would have had to beg almost days in advance to try and get some action, and it was usually basic missionary right before bed. This proactive approach came from my ring use, and the mental editing I did provided a much sexier personality. Getting her to become a stripper might be too easy. Her panties were soaked, allowing me to feel her hungry lips trying to eat my meat through the fabric while my lips puckered around her milky orbs. Her hips rocked the length of my shafts as she started to instinctively bounce. My vision finally returned as she released by head from her cleavage so she could slide her ruined underwear aside. I took the cue to unzip my fly and release my solid cocks cuntward. She skewered herself without hesitation, syncing our moans together as she ground my lap with increased fervor. My unsheathed second shaft rested rigidly between her cheeks, hotdogging it while she rode my other.

"Fuck! I must have been thinking about this dick all day. I didn't even tell you about my meeting. It was so sexy, but so embarrassing. I wished it was you the whole time!" Her speech was stuttered and jagged whenever I bottomed out in her, but I could still see some shame in her eyes.

"Why was it embarrassing?" I tried to ask calmly, though her gripping pussy left me sounding like a pubescent choirboy. I thought I made her a college-grown ho.

"Be-b-because I couldn't cheat on you!" she moaned as her nails drew blood on my shoulders. My cocks flexed at her sincere fidelity, if only because of how much control I had on my previously prudish partner. Despite her sexual confidence, she wasn't a cock hungry nympho. "Besides," she continued, voice raising in octaves as her pace became more ****. "Letting strangers watch me was never my thing. I told you when you tried to get me to be Harley Quinn last Halloween. I love looking sexy, but while we're together, it's aaaaaaaall for you! Cumming~" Her entire form clenched around me, from her gushing walls to her thighs, from her arms to her mouth. Even her ass flexed around my extra sausage and milked some pre cum from it. "Wow, we need to do this more often!" She giggled as my still throbbing meat tickled her insides. "This second dick must have brought some endurance. I don't think you've ever outlasted me."

"Get used to it." I countered, impressed with my own smoothness. "Because I'm nowhere near done." Veronica bit her lip excitedly. "But for giving me sass, get on your knees and use those sexy jugs I paid for." Veronica's eyes fluttered in bliss at my dominant command. Either I accidentally made her submissive, or she's always had this kink, and our previous dynamic prevented it from revealing itself. She followed my order willingly, letting those fake knockers slide down my torso until their weight pressed against my still hard shafts. Both were slick with our mingling juices, allowing me to easily delve into her soft cleavage. I threaten to poke her eyes out with my fevered thrusting, but her hands on my lap hold me still while she bounces her ass on the heels of her feet, titfucking my cocks with the motion.

"Of course, baby. You bought these toys after all." Her voice dripped with playful arousal as her fake chest wrapped around my monster cocks. The taut flesh slid smoothly across my shafts, her cleavage unnaturally tight around them, almost separating my cocks into their own caverns of boob. My leaking heads showed themselves occasionally in their fight to paint my girlfriend's face first. It would need to be reviewed in a photo finish, as they both released their pent up loads, hitting her chin with an audible slap as the progressively weaker shots arced to her heaving chest and ran down her sternum to the cavernous depth of her cleavage. "Oh my god, I guess I should have expected twice as much." She chuckled as she collected my spunk off her neck and onto her tits. "How was my first time? My talents were mostly theoretical before you bought these."

"Well." I panted, as the blood finally diverted back to my brain. "Whatever you were studying paid off. You're a natural." I praised, earning a happy smile from the sticky beauty before me. She rose to standing, her impressive bust practically eclipsing her face.

"Glad you are satisfied. I'm gonna hop in the shower and clean up. I'm ready to relax a little. Wanna queue up what we were watching last night?" I had to think for a second, since the show I was watching last night was her and Nikki, but then I remembered the TV. I nodded quickly. She turned and started swaying towards the bathroom, happy with her ability to please her man.

"Nikki!" I called out, stopping Veronica in her confused tracks. Her body took on a more presenting pose while still facing away from me. her hip cocked erotically to the side, where she rested a delicate hand. Veronica's hair swung as she tried to look for what made her pause while Nikki listened for my next order. "While you two shower , masturbate whenever Veronica thinks about performing publicly." I watched Nikki flash a thumbs up and continue walking out of the living room. The last thing I saw was Veronica shaking out her hand in confusion.