Week 5 - Let's fucking Go!

I woke up in the warmest, most luxurious feeling I had felt for a good while.

I was framed by two nude redheads on both sides of me, their hands and legs draped over me as they still slept.

And as for my pillow...

Well, Gretchie's plump new ass was more comfortable than any pillow I knew.

She was sprawled sideways on her stomach under my head. Only thing missing now was a fourth woman, sideways at my feet, to form a perfect square to lock me in.

Gretchen's bed was always softer and bigger than mine, so I totally prefered sleeping here.

It was kinda risky coming here until the issue with Maria was completed, but... That was such a tiny concern compared to what happened yesterday.

I looked over the sleeping beauties. I felt like true harem king. Well, I guess not exactly. In those stories the women tended to throw themselves at the protagonist, I kinda had to **** everyone to be here. But I wouldn't have it any other way.

No, there wasn't any hot, fiery foursomes last night. I had been dead tired and my cock quite literally couldn't take any more ejaculations. I just ordered everybody to gather around me and provide me some warm, squishy body pillows. The weather was growing colder lately and the body warmth of these three bombshells was more than enough to keep me hot through the night.

Had I flicked a few nipples and prodded a few cunts with my fingers? Sure, but I did that just to make them warmer. And I loved the fact that I had probably left them wet and dreaming of my cock.

Anna-Maria had been definitely the most awkward at getting into this intimate embrace. Lana and Gretchen had fully locked in with me. Anna was nearing +100, but in many ways we still felt like total strangers to each other.

I ruffled her short, red hair a bit. She woke up, and lifted her submissive green eyes towards me.

She was so cute, I just had to kiss her forehead. She swallowed nervously.

I leaned in, and whispered in her ear.

"Want me to fuck you? I can stuff your needy, wet cunt so full of my gigantic cock you'll be spitting out my seed."

There was slight shock in her expression. I guess I didn't talk like this to her that often.

It took about five seconds, but eventually her head bobbled in a soft, shy nod.

"Too bad," I whispered. "Only cunts who don't do massive fuckups get rewarded. Now... get sucking", I said, tenderly pushing the nude woman's head to my crotch.

Yeah. No way I was going to get out of this bed without unloading my balls at least once.

Soon the blanket began moving up and down as her soft little lips suckled on my cock. She definitely didn't have the talent that Gretchen and Lana had developed in oral, but she would get there. One day.

Besides, I can't deny there isn't an appeal to amateurish blowjobs. It just reminded me how new this still was to her.

My two other slaves still slept peacefully. Anna-Marie's slurping was so soft and quiet, it wouldn't wake anybody up.

Goddamn. Gretchen's ass was so plump and juicy. Spending a night on it really made me appreciate the app's editing function more.

Honestly, it was like a peach. Looking at me made me hungry.

I just had to test how juicy it was.

I sunk my teeth into her assflesh... and dug in.

She jumped awake with a painful whine, bringing Lana out of her coma as well.

Soon Gretchen's anger turned to a nervous smile, as she turned to me and saw the red toothmarks on her behind.

Lana's focus went to the softly bobbing blanket, and with a devious smile, she began lowering herself under the blanket as well. Soon there was another pair of lips in my groins, these ones focusing on my balls.

Gretchen, unsure of her place in this quickly developing orgy, decided to start by delicately sucking on my left hand's fingers.

I used it to hook her mouth, and pulled her closer to me.

"No. You're the new boss. You need to get to work early."

"But... I thought... Maybe I could drive you? Master?" she whimpered.

"Don't be a dumbass. We need to arrive separately. And you need to leave now, so there's a big enough time gap between our arrivals."

She looked so very sad, but a powerful slap on her ass got her moving quickly.

I went back to enjoying the impromptu double blowjob. Under the blanket, Anna and Lana had already switched their positions. Anna now had one of my balls in her mouth while Lana was deepthroating my cock.

I pulled Lana's face off it. "No. This is Anna's blowjob. You can be the support player, but not more."

They looked confused, but still switched spots, their tits wonderfully smushing together as they tried to find better positions.

Soon Anna was taking more and more of my cock in. Both looked up submissively at me as they tenderly coaxed my cock to its morning ejaculation.

Anna was trying to leave my cock as the first spurts came out, but I held her in place. I wanted her to have it all, really get used to the volume.

It wasn't that easy, but after some serious **** and gagging she managed to swallow a decent amount.

Lana licked up all the outpour that Anna's mouth couldn't contain.

After they finished thoroughly cleaning my cock, I got up.

It was so nice to wake up in such a serene, clean, big bedroom. Really made the morning feel more alive.

Why did I choose to come to Gretchen's house? Well, first of all, I really needed to start moving here permanently. Only thing stopping me was Maria's possible snooping. Also, Gretchen had better security than my crappy apartment, she actually had burglar alarms. Lana and Anna would be more safe here.

Besides... I think I was closing in on my ultimate plan to subjugate Maria. And right now... Gretchen's house would be an integral part of that plan.

I opened Gretchen's bedroom closet. I looked around a bit, then smiled.

"Yeah, this should be good enough. Both of you, here."

The cock-worshipping redheads leapt of the bed, still sweaty and trembling with unfilled need.

"We still need to hide you two. You can't hang out in the open, way too fucking dangerous. I think this fits just about two people. You'll spend your day here."

Lana looked uncomfortable, but accepting. Anna-Marie was on the verge of mouthing a complaint, but bit her lip.

They shuffled inside, soon realizing that no matter what position they chose, they'd almost certainly be always touching in some way. Some more delicious than others.

"Isn't that nice? You'll get more bonding time. Perhaps finally achieve those lesbian-orgasms I promised you."

"Umm..." Lana mouthed, "We... We already... yesterday..."

They both looked ashamed, avoiding eye contact.

Holy fuck.

Those fuck-sessions had to be legendarily awkward.

Or... Wait, was it something else? This wasn't just normal awkwardness, more like...

Ah, whatever.

"Oh, okay. You know what? I'll give you one more. You're allowed to cum once when pleasuring each other. Something to preoccupy your time today. But remember. You have only one. Better make it count."

Both breathed a bit more heavily and shifted their feet. Their faces were blushing wildly.

I left them some drinks and snacks from Gretchie's fridge. They'd definitely wouldn't starve. The closet also had a old-timey keyhole they could use for breathing, if worst came to worst.

"Gretchen will look after you when she returns. So, yeah, have a nice little closet day, my two little closet lesbians."

I surprised both by giving them a little kiss on the lips. Don't know why, just felt like it.

Lana's kiss was as passionate as she could make it in the surprising circumstance, making our tongues spar against each other until I finally pushed her back. Anna-Marie's attempt at passion was weaker. She wasn't that brave, or that clear about her true feelings towards me.

I was closing the door, until I paused. "Oh yeah. Anna, in case you didn't know, Lana gets extremely turned on in tight, closed spaces. So if you think she's hyperventilating, she's really not. Her mind is just melting with lust."

And then I just closed the door.

Time to finally get to fucking work.

So, you might have noticed I didn't seem that stressed about Reagan anymore. And it was actually kind of odd.

The safe option was to bolt, leave the scene and start a life somewhere else. Not go back to work like everything was just fine-doodely-dandy.

I think I sort of accepted what had happened. I didn't want to leave this life, I wanted to upgrade it to fit my dreams. Starting new would have been the same as admitting that everything I had already lived through was pointless.

Yes, you might call it "sunken cost fallacy", but I really didn't want to think about my life like that. It was who I was, and I wouldn't give it up. So I made the mental decision to lock in.

I wouldn't run. No matter what.

If a problem came along, I would whip it. Someway, somehow.

And right now... I had no freaking idea how to catch Reagan.

Then again, her identity lock was still on. If there was a second controller, they hadn't made a single action yet.

I considered checking hospitals if a schoolgirl-outfit-wearing amnesiac had checked in, but that would have been suspicious as fuck.

Right now... it was just a waiting game. I guess.

I considered demolishing the basement's bdsm-stuff, but that was kinda pointless as well. If she had managed to tell somebody about that, there was no way it wouldn't already be littered with cops or listening devices or killers or something.

No, I should steer clear from that place. Perhaps permanently. Perhaps until this issue was dealt with.

Well, at least the front of the building wasn't filled with cop cars or assassins. Everything looked normal, and sighed a breath of relief.

I had to put Reagan in the backburner for now. All my focus should be on Maria, the one person I needed to conquer and could.

Today, though... We actually had to work on the magazine. It was finalization day, and this month's issue would be going out at the end of the day. And without Lana in the office all of us needed to work just a little bit harder.

A lovely sight greeted me as I entered the building.

Ulla was standing next to the elevator doors, waiting for her lift.

Her perky, supermodel-like ass made my hand unconsciously want to grab it.

But I held out. The lobby was too public.

She almost choked as she realized I was standing next to her.

"G-good morning... Sir," she struggled to get out.

Nice to see how her attitude was adjusting.

I gave her a nice, male gaze from her head to tits, and from her tits to her long, sexy legs.

Was she starting to dress just a little bit... trashier? I don't think ever seen this much of her cleavage in her work outfit. And those black stockings... a delightful choice.

She was actually starting to dress like a woman that had her curves.

And she didn't do it because of an order. It was a choice.

One of her traits made her feel lusty when wearing such things, so... I guess she liked the feeling.

The elevator beeped. We stepped in.

A third person, someone from a different company, was trying to get in as well. I stopped him.

"This will be a private ride," I said, as the doors closed in on his face.

Ulla trembled nervously at my words.