solving a problem

"Ride me," he ordered. Alex climbed on top of him and sank down with a moan. Nick stayed focused on his phone for a while, but soon her bouncing tits pulled his attention back, and he set the device aside to grope them freely, occasionally pulling her down to enjoy them right in front of his face. The brush of his tongue made her shudder, and with a loud moan Alex started trembling — her orgasm froze her for a moment mid-shake, but Nick wasn't ready to stop yet.

"I didn't say you could stop."

Gathering whatever strength she had left, Alex started moving again. Still watching her breasts bounce, an idea came to him.

"You should get them done. Mmm, imagine — big, round, perfect, with influencer lips to match... I'd fuck you every single day. My own personal pornstar."

She picked up the pace. She didn't seem bothered by the idea at all — if anything, she seemed to love it.

Nick stood up, lifting her without pulling out, and started fucking her in the air, without mercy.

"Tell me yes. Tell me you're going to be my pornstar."

"Yes!" Alex screamed. "I'm your slut, yes, fuck me every day, please, I'll do anything you want," she shouted at the top of her lungs.

Nick was right on the edge, so he simply drove into her hard and came inside as she hit her second orgasm, both of them crying out together.

He glanced toward the door as he gently set Alex down on the bed. Jennifer was standing there, saying nothing. Her expression wasn't anger — she seemed to have accepted that she was sharing Nick. It looked more like envy.

Nick walked over and took her hand. "Come on, I need a shower." Jennifer smiled. On the way to the bathroom she asked, "Do you actually like that? A porn-star body, I mean?" Nick just shrugged, and once they reached the bathroom, he set her in front of the mirror and stood behind her, running his hands over her breasts.

"Don't you dare get anything done." He started kissing her neck. She let out a soft moan as his thumb traced her lips. "She's not you. Look at yourself — you're a masterpiece. You're perfect exactly as you are. I'm going to have a blast with her, sure, but this — this is even better."

She moaned, turned her face, and kissed him hard. Their tongues tangled for a moment before they broke apart to step into the shower.

She wrapped her arms around him — she didn't know why, but she loved it. None of it made any sense to her; being treated with such tenderness drove her wild, and it was just sex... but god, what sex. She'd never experienced pleasure like this before.

"Thank you," she said, with a genuine smile. Nick returned the gesture, kissing her softly. Under the warm water, he sat on the edge of the tub and pulled her down onto his lap, sliding into her slowly.

They have sex tenderly for a while. Nick could tell when she was close and picked up the pace himself, finishing inside her once more.

"Don't forget the pharmacy today," he reminded her. "We don't want any surprises." Jennifer lingered in his arms, head resting on his shoulder, breath still uneven, and for a moment she fantasized about telling him she didn't want to go anywhere — that he should just stay with her in that bathroom all day. Not out of jealousy, just wanting to stay in that moment... but she quickly changed her mind. A surprise like that really would be a terrible idea.

"I'll go now, before lunch if you want." Nick just nodded, satisfied, and carefully stood, bracing himself against the wall. Jennifer understood without a word and lathered up his whole body, clearly enjoying the excuse to run her hands over him all over again in the process.

As they stepped out of the shower, Nick murmured to Jennifer, "Make sure your friend finishes things with that idiot boyfriend of hers, and—" Jennifer's phone started ringing. "It's Rose," she said under her breath. "I don't even know what to say to her..."

"Tell her to come over," Nick said.

"I thought you didn't like her," Jennifer said, frowning in confusion.

"I don't. In fact, she's an idiot — all she does is stir up drama, doesn't deserve a single minute of my attention. But she's going to be useful. "

Jennifer nodded, unconvinced, frowning as she picked up the call. Nick headed to the bedroom and found Alex at the desk.

She was biting her lip, looking nervous, and when she noticed him, she started stammering. "It's really expensive, I don't have that kind of money..." Confused, Nick looked at what was on her screen — she was pricing out surgeries, trying to find the fastest option.

Nick let out a laugh. His wishes were literal commands for these women now; he'd have to be careful what he said going forward. She genuinely looked distressed, like it was a matter of life and death.

"Relax, I'm on it. You never have to worry about money again — just leave it to me." At that, Alex sprang out of her chair and ran to hug him, kissing him over and over. "Thank you, thank you, you're the best," she said between kisses. The irony of her thanking him for solving a problem he himself had created wasn't lost on him, but he didn't say anything about it — Alex had never exactly been the sharpest tool in the shed anyway.

"My pleasure. Now go shower — you reek of sex, and you've got a boyfriend to dump."

"Shit, I totally forgot," she said, her face falling, but she obeyed and headed for the shower, not without slapping Nick's ass on her way past.

He went back to Jennifer's room; she was getting dressed. "Rose is coming over. Do you want me to stick around, or..."

"No," Nick said. "You two have things to take care of. I can handle her just fine." Jennifer raised an eyebrow, and Nick added with a laugh, "I'm not touching her with a ten-foot pole, even if she begs — and she's going to beg, especially once she sees what I've been doing to my girls."

Jennifer blushed and huffed. "You don't have to swear to it..."

The girls headed out to run their errands, and Nick was left alone. He answered the door for Rose completely, deliberately naked.

The moment she saw him, Rose short-circuited on the spot, unable to get a single word out.

Nick wondered for a second if he'd actually broken her. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her inside, closing the door behind her.

"I live here with the girls now," he said, forcing her down onto her knees. She kept stammering, unable to tear her eyes away from his massive cock. "We've been having an incredible time — fucked every way you can imagine, honestly, it's been great, so we've decided to make it permanent."

Rose looked like she was about to say something when she got a slap across the face. "I didn't say you could talk yet." She started crying on the floor, hand pressed to her cheek, but her eyes stayed locked on his cock.

"Here's the deal, piggy. I'm going to let you stay with us, but you're going to have to earn it. I want this house spotless, top to bottom. I want you serving me and the girls, anything we need, whenever we need it. You're going to be our housemaid and our pet, and you're going to stop eating like a pig and start working out — and if you behave, maybe someday I'll fuck you..."

Then he forced his swollen cock into her mouth. It wasn't that she did anything for him — but for some reason, treating her like absolute garbage was turning him on. He grabbed her by the hair and started fucking her mouth mercilessly. "That's it, piggy, this is what's waiting for you someday if you behave." He barely let her breathe. She grabbed onto his legs but never once tried to pull away — her thin leggings soaked through — and soon Nick sped up, finishing in her mouth. Mascara ran down her face, mixed with cum and drool; she gasped and coughed from the effort.

"So?" Nick said, still gripping her hair. She nodded, still catching her breath.

"Figured as much," Nick declared. "From now on, you take orders and only speak when you're told to speak. The girls can do whatever they want with you, and don't even think about opening your mouth to complain. Now get to work." He gave her another slap, just because he could. He didn't know he had that violent streak in him, but he certainly didn't feel bad about it — she'd always been a horrible person who thrived on making life miserable while she was friends with Monica, so Nick figured he'd earned the right.

"Start with the bedrooms. We've been fucking since yesterday, they're a disaster."

Rose disappeared down the hallway. Nick finally got dressed and spent a while thinking. Now that he had a slave he completely despised, it seemed like a good idea to go to the bank and take out a massive loan in her name — that would speed things along nicely, and be a solid start. Later, once the girls had been turned into brainless nymphomaniacs, he could build them an Instagram presence and open OnlyFans accounts. He'd eventually need a bigger house, but this could become an endless source of money... he'd hit the bank first thing Monday.

The grocery delivery Jennifer had ordered arrived, and luckily all Nick had to do was shout "PIGGY!" for her to come running and start putting it all away in the kitchen.