insanity

"It's a big decision, you know it's the kind of thing that stays forever, it's the internet—" The roommates were chatting casually over breakfast.

"Well, what's the alternative, going back to an office job? I can't. I can't go back to that right now, it sounds so gray, so boring... and I definitely don't want to live for free, and there's no way in hell we're letting him go out and get a job either."

Jennifer nodded — having a lover of that caliber available 24/7 was incomparable.

"Tell me about it. Every day at work I do nothing but count down the hours, can't wait to get out of there... but it's too soon to quit, I don't want to be a burden. Maybe if things go well for you, I'll look for something else..."

"Yeah, well, there's that, and also... it makes me so wet just being looked at. I haven't even started and I'm already soaked half the time just thinking about all those guys jerking off to me."

"Figured as much. I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't know you'd love it, it's—" She thought about explaining what she'd discovered the day before, his supernatural ability, but decided to hold off — that was something he should share himself, if he wanted to, and besides, she liked being the only one who knew his secrets, having that extra layer of intimacy. "He's got great instincts for what turns us on," she finished instead.

"You're telling me... Speaking of which, did you two go on a date or what?"

Jennifer nodded and told her every detail of how the evening had gone.

"So you're together now?" Alex's expression turned sad.

"Are you actually jealous right now?" Jennifer raised her eyebrows, surprised.

"No, it's not that, I'm really happy for you two, you fit so well together — you already did, way before he got..." Alex flexed her arms like a bodybuilder, "even more than with Monica, for sure."

"So what is it?"

"What if... what if he stops having time for me, pushes me aside... what if you two want to move in together and he doesn't want to use me as his pornstar anymore..." She was practically pouting as she spoke.

"Relax, we're not going anywhere. He's not a one-woman man. Not two, not three either..." She swallowed, getting turned on just thinking about Eve. "Besides... I like it. I like sharing him with you. I like watching you lose your mind over him, watching him fuck you every which way, I like doing things for him... and god, for me too. I know I probably shouldn't feel that way, but tell me we didn't have an amazing time getting you ready for him to fuck that ass of yours."

"So much fun."

"And there'll probably be more girls coming, and honestly, it drives me crazy."

"You're insane. I'd kill to have him all to myself."

"He would do it too, if i asked — move in together, live a normal life, have him only look at me... but a normal life isn't enough for me anymore. I want this. I want to explore every kind of pleasure with him, and with whoever else we want."

"Thank god, because I don't think anyone could ever make me feel the things he does... the things you two do to me... I'd die if you left me out."

Jennifer kissed her friend on the lips, cupping her chin, and the two of them played with their tongues for a moment. Jennifer had reached a kind of zen acceptance of the open, sapphic dynamic they'd built together, and she genuinely no longer cared what anyone outside that house might think — even if she still had to pretend otherwise in public. Alex, by this point, had even fewer reservations, if that was even possible.

"Never," Jennifer finished saying.

They jumped up hand in hand and headed to Alex's room, leaving their maid in the kitchen doing dishes. Rose desperately wanted to see what was about to happen, but she couldn't leave her chores half-finished — not unless she was ordered to.

The moans woke Nick up. Once he came to, he checked the time — eleven in the morning. He'd slept like a rock, and from the sounds coming through the wall, he figured Alex was already using and abusing her servant. "This early? God, this girl is tireless."

But the sounds soon started to have an effect, and he got hard, so he figured a bit of morning exercise wouldn't hurt, and headed straight toward the source.

To his surprise, it wasn't Alex — and Rose wasn't even there. It was his queen, face buried in the bed, ass in the air, letting her friend play with her ass. An assortment of dildos of various sizes lay scattered on the bed around them; one was buried in Jennifer's pussy, which Alex pulled in and out from time to time while working several fingers into her ass. Both women were slicked in oil and completely naked. Nick thought about taking a picture — the scene deserved to be immortalized — but he figured he'd have plenty of scenes like it to enjoy every day, so he just walked in and sat down in the armchair in the corner, finger pressed to his lips when Alex noticed him. She winked at him conspiratorially and kept going.

"I think the big one'll fit now, Jen," she said, pulling her fingers out of her ass, spitting, and leaning in to lick her — inside and out — angling herself so Nick could enjoy the show.

"Yes, please, yes, fuck me with the big one," Jennifer answered between moans, tongue still working her. "Get me nice and open for Nick."

"I've got just the thing to do that perfectly," Alex said, glancing at Nick. He caught the hint immediately and got up to take his place behind her, pausing only so Alex could slick his cock and Jennifer's ass with oil.

"Oh my god, it's huge," Jennifer cried out as Nick slowly pushed into her, Alex holding her head steady so she wouldn't spoil the surprise if she happened to look back.

"Just hold on a little longer, almost there—"

And with a pop, he sank in to his full width. Nick began working himself in and out slowly, pushing deeper into his girlfriend's ass with each thrust, her cries shifting gradually from pain to pleasure.

"God, yes, yes, finally..." she managed, barely able to speak. "I'm about to go wake up Nick and ride his huge cock right now..."

"Bit late for that, gorgeous."

Jennifer jumped, startled, looking back over her shoulder.

"Oh my god, did I wake you up?" she said, starting to move her hips, shifting her weight onto her shoulder so she could see her lover behind her while he took her.

"Heard you moaning, couldn't help coming to help out. You like it?" She nodded, face flushed, overwhelmed by pleasure and the effort of holding that twisted position. Finally she managed a few words.

"Fuck me hard, please."

Her wish was his command, and Nick started driving into her fast and rough, gripping her hips, slamming his full length home until their bodies collided with every thrust. Her eyes rolled back and she cried out with each push until she came, shaking, then collapsed onto the bed, turning over mid-spasm — no squirting this time, but the dildo had been forcefully ejected from her.

Alex took the chance to grab his massive cock with both hands and started sucking with her now-famous, exquisite technique. It took Nick exactly three minutes to fill her mouth after all that effort, and he collapsed beside Jennifer, who was just starting to come back from the near-blackout of an intense orgasm.

Her friend climbed on top of her. "Your reward, for holding out like a warrior." Jennifer met her lips eagerly, still tasting Nick's cum, and the two started kissing, trading fluids, tongues, lips.

The scene wasn't exactly helping Nick relax, and since he wasn't going to lose his erection anytime soon anyway, he figured he might as well use it to reward the blonde for being such an attentive, dedicated friend. He got up, knelt behind her, admired that round ass of hers, and slid into her soaked pussy, delivering a slap as he did.

She started screaming within seconds. Jennifer wrapped her arms around her and started talking to her. "You like how he fucks you, huh?" Alex nodded, gasping. "You love being a slut for him, with your own best friend right here, don't you?"

"YES, YES."

A spasm — she'd already come once, but Nick decided it wasn't enough.

"I'm a slut, I'm his slut... I'm your slut, both of you, please fuck me," she declared.

Jennifer grabbed her by the hair and pushed her down between her legs, and she obediently started licking, moaning again with pleasure as she went.

Nick switched holes and started driving into her ass instead, which, given her practice, took him easily. In a kind of butterfly effect, she wanted to up the intensity for Jennifer too, and slid two fingers in while continuing to devour her clit.

All three cried out in pleasure, and as Nick and Jennifer's eyes met, all three of them came in force — Nick across Alex's back, still buried between her cheeks; Alex onto Nick; and Jennifer, to everyone's surprise, squirting across Alex's face — the first time she'd ever produced that much at once.

Alex collapsed on top of her friend, and Nick left them wrapped around each other in silence, stepping out of the room. He showered — seemed like he needed to, constantly, these days — and headed downstairs for breakfast, even though it was late; he was hungry.

Rose turned when she saw him walk in and dropped her gaze to the floor, submissive.

"It's gone cold, my lord, but I can make something else..." she said, in the small, timid voice she used the rare times she spoke.

"It's fine."

Rose let out a breath — she wasn't sure if it was relief at pleasing him or disappointment at not being punished; she wanted, badly, to be punished.

Truthfully, Nick found it hard to treat her badly. He knew she'd been kind of a bitch in the past, but he didn't feel like holding onto that resentment right now. He also didn't want to sleep with her — might sound shallow, but he had two goddesses all to himself already, and Rose, though slowly improving in shape, wasn't attractive. Average, at best.

"I order you..." he hesitated for a second, "I order you to tell me your favorite sexual fantasy."

"You can do whatever you want with me..."

"That's not what I asked. Talk." He was firm, commanding — he knew that was what she liked.

"I... every time you're with the girls... with my ladies, I mean... I dream that you all grab me by the hair and use me as a set of holes for your pleasure, especially you, my lord... I think about all the ways I could serve you... oh god... swallowing everything... being used like a toy to get you hard again, ready for them—" She paused. "But I know I'm not... I'm ugly, and... they're so incredible..."

Nick got up and grabbed her by the hair — he didn't particularly want to, but she did. "How badly do you want it?" She was trembling, not from fear but from arousal, from having him so close, feeling his grip and his breath on her face.

"Oh god, with everything I have, I'd give you anything, I'd do anything, anything..." She grabbed her skirt tightly — she'd just come, right there, soaking her stockings.

"Even turn you into a living blow-up doll — more than a pornstar, more than Alex, way more, over the top — huge fake tits, lips so big you can't even close your mouth all the way, and an ass so enormous you'll struggle to sit down."

"Yes, oh yes... my lord, how did you know..." she said, without even blinking.

"Everyone will know just by looking at you that you're a worthless slut good for nothing but being fucked, no brain, no life, just a set of holes."

She shook a second time. Nick could see her stockings soaked between her legs, under the short skirt of her maid outfit — the idea was clearly driving her out of her mind. He wondered, again, whether that was really what she wanted or just his influence, but decided Jennifer knew better than him — she had to, or there was no forgiveness for him.

When she finally recovered enough to look up at him for the first time, Nick rewarded her with a kiss, which she returned once the shock wore off.

"Then it's settled. Jen will take care of everything."

She started crying when he let go of her, unable to stay standing, sinking to her knees.

"Why... why are you so good to me, I don't deserve any of this... I was awful, I was so awful to you..."

He'd mortgaged her house for a sum she'd be paying off for decades, and she was asking him why he was being good to her — this was insanity.

"You're our slave, and you always will be, and you still have plenty to pay for, for how you used to be... but you're one of my girls all the same, and my girls get what they want. You want to serve as a disposable piece of meat, and I want a plastic slave. Everybody wins."

"Thank you, thank you..." she kept repeating, unable to get any other words out through the tears.

It was a half-truth, at best. He simply couldn't bring himself to be a harsh, violent master, and the only way he could think to treat her like a disposable object — which was what she wanted — was to actually turn her into one he'd want to use over and over. He didn't know if that made him unusually selfish, or unusually generous, or just some kind of degenerate — who could say — but he decided it was the best option available, and she clearly loved the idea.