Back to the basement. New tenants and a new you?

(Hi all. Withness here. I'm planning this to be a branch consisting of using/abusing bored/oblivious hotties. There may be a bit of a powertrip and plotless fucking. Feel free to leave a comment with hopefully some constructive criticism or ideas. I'm hoping to continue this branch. Thanks.)

"Sooo...what do I call you? Voice?" I asked, slightly weirded out I was going along with this at all.

"I have no name, Master. I am simply an interface and guide to the studio. You can refer to me however you please or I can remain nameless. In addition I can take any physical form you wish or I can remain immaterial." the voice responded.

I shrugged. I wasn't too eager to spend too much time on the details and if the voice was cool with it, I was too. "OK. I'll just call you Guide Voice for now. Maybe I'll think of an actual, clever name, but that'll do for now." Not exactly inspired, but my mind was already kicking into gear with possibilities and I could feel my somewhat average cock starting to swell. Then I had an idea. "Actually, Guide Voice, do I have to go in the room to change myself?"

"You do not, Master. Visualize it or tell me and I can alter you as you please."

"I'm picturing like a perfect cock for myself right now. Can I get that on myself?" Super unimaginative, but I was getting horny and I'm a bit insecure, so sue me. I was honestly a bit worried the wording of my request had to be super specific and this place would either manifest as some hung pornstar mannequin or a disembodied cock would come flying at me. Looking about a bit worriedly, I noticed an odd, though not unpleasant, tingle between my legs. The feeling corresponded with the crotch area of my pants feeling tighter. Feeling a bit shy, I undid my belt and fly and pulled the waistband of my boxers away from my stomach and looked down. Instead of my underwhelming penis, I was now swinging a meat shaft thick enough to fill some more experienced girls and long enough I had a feeling I could punch her cervix with the tip. And I was about half mast, so the full boner could probably do some damage. My balls had grown in proportion to my staff and I maintained the dark, unruly mess of pubes from before. I let what may have been a slightly evil grin at the thought of what I may be doing soon. My cock did a noticeable twitch as if in agreement with my devious musings. Definitely pornstar worthy. "Awesome."

"Hey Guide Voice? Nice job on the cock." I said with a wondering smile. "So for my first world, make it a normal world with some...adjustments." I was still sporting a semi and it was a little bit uncomfortable with my new size.

"Of course, Master. What adjustments would you like?" the voice responded.

I rambled off some guidelines for a fantasy I'd had for years. "I want it to be normal for me to do anything. Punching someone's face in? Normal. Driving my car through a grocery store? Meh. Taking priceless artworks and destroying them? Nobody bats an eyelash. I want this applied to my person and behavior as well. I can walk around stark naked and nobody thinks anything is off. I can say and do anything I want to anybody and anytime and nothing bad happens to me. As far as everyone cares, my behavior and actions are utterly normal. Also, make everyone believe anything I say as the truth and obey anything I tell them to do without a worry. Again, everything is completely normal to them."

"Very well."

"That's not all though," I was getting into my groove. "Skew the male/female ratio to about ten to one at least. At least ten women to every man. And make all women attractive. At least a seven or above on the hot scale. Get rid of anybody underage too, I'm really going to tear up the place. Everybody in this world has to be eighteen years of age and above. One more thing, women do not wear bras anymore, ever. And the only underwear women wear are thongs and g-string. Or else they go commando. And every chick's holes and body are going to be nice, tight, clean and shaved smooth. At least clean until I'm done with them." I smirked.

"Can do."

"Put me back in my basement apartment in my new world. Also give me a hot, twenty-something, newlywed couple as my landlords. Then send them down to see me." Could I be any hornier?

"As you wish." I waited several seconds with bated breath before the voice confirmed I was done. "Are you ready to visit your new world?"

"Fuck yeah." I breathed in anticipation.

"Enjoy." the voice said as I felt a spinning sensation and the world blurred to me. Oddly enough, no vertigo.

When I felt myself back on terra firma, I looked around. Same basement. Same old couch and messy bed. Same desk with computer on it. I opened my pants and looked down the front of my underwear. Definitely my new cock. I couldn't hold back my wicked grin when I heard the door at the top of the stairs leading to the house above open and the telltale sounds of multiple people walking down them.

Almost throwing myself back onto my ratty couch, my mouth opened a bit when I saw the new landlords enter my room. The guy was made for the cover of GQ. He looked like the perfect blend of male model and clean cut CEO. He was a black man with a stylish haircut, casual button up and slacks. On his feet were a pair of simple, but high quality loafers. He looked like the guy who was an expert at wearing expensive, but understated elegance. He moved with the easy grace and power of a highly trained athlete and had an 'I know I'm successful' air to him.

His wife was another story. A tall, blonde, white girl in peep-toe heels, her hair was an elegantly messy pixie shag and she wore a rather form fitting white one piece dress. The skirt was a few inches above the knees of her long, super smooth legs and her crystal blue eyes were piercing with confidence and intelligence. Seeing the matching gold bands on their left ring fingers reminded me they were supposed to be married. The massive diamond ring she had nestled up to her wedding band only further cemented the thought that I was not dreaming.

"Hi Wendell. We just came to discuss a few things with you." The husband opened with. Even his voice was a warm, rich timbre. Deep and confident. I already was starting to hate him.

Realizing I'd never specified any names, I took a shot in the dark that this new world would fill in the blanks and roll with whatever I said. "Hey David, Amy. How are the Gelmurs today?"

"We're fine." the blonde stated somewhat dismissively. "Wendell, we really wanted to discuss the state of your place." she began, eyeing my cluttered and dusty domicile with thinly veiled distaste. "While we appreciate you always paying your rent on time and not causing a disturbance, it's expected that you'll maintain a certain level of...cleanliness." Her nose scrunched up at this like she smelled something bad. She probably did. I did not clean my place normally and it looked like this world was the same.

While I wanted to throw her down on my bed, spread her legs and plow her while she and her hubby lectured me, I figured I'd start small to test the waters and make sure this world worked the way I wanted. "I'd hear you both a lot better if you talked with your backs to me." I stated.

Without missing a beat, both of them did a 180 and David picked up where his wife left off. "Amy came down here the other day and saw a cockroach and a lot of spider webs in the corners. You can see them hanging off the walls now." Back still turned, David pointed to some stands hanging with faint curtains of gray. "You're a good tenant, but there could be a serious pest problem here."

"Amy, bend over and wiggle your ass at me while we're having this stimulating conversation." I told her, barely paying attention to anything else but her tightly packaged backside. Obligingly, she bent at the waist, still facing the wall and shook her behind from side to side continuously.

"We're talking about a possible fumigation. Which are not cheap, by the way. It would involve raising the rent for an additional security deposit. And if that sounds untenable, we may need to review the lease contract." Amy said, still wriggling her ass at me like a worm on a hook. she may have been hot, but she seemed like a total bitch.

I rolled my eyes. "Both of you turn back and face me." Amy stood back up and both of them turned back to me. David's expression was very neutral and Amy had her bitch face on. Figuring now was as good a time as any to take the plunge, I undid my pants and whipped out my new and improved dick. Ogling the pixie cut bitch's ass had given me almost full wood. Neither of my landlords batted an eye.

"Well?" Amy asked in an 'I want to see your manager tone' as I stood up briefly and pushed my pants down to my ankles. I pondered for a moment looking down at my big cock bouncing slightly as I moved before deciding to go whole hog. I sat back down and wrangled my pants completely off before tossing the heap over by David's feet. Again, no reaction from either of them.

Proceeding to idly jerk myself off, I asked, "What do you think of my cock?"

Amy glanced at my schlong and shrugged, saying "It's big and you haven't shaved. A lot of pubes." No difference in expression from when this conversation had started.

David just gave me a cursory glance and agreed with his wife. "Yeah. It's big and hairy. Not much else to say"

Looking my landlady dead in the eye, I asked, "Is it bigger than your husband's?"

"No. It's about the same. He's shaved though." she replied offhandedly.

"Huh." deciding to establish just how well my 'persuasion' worked in this new world, I commanded "Amy, get on your knees and give me the best blowjob you've ever given." She walked over to me and dropped to her knees between my legs before leaning over my lap and I felt a moment of warm breath before the top part of my cock was enveloped in moist heat. Her golden, shaggy locks proceeded to rise and fall in my lap as audible slurping could be heard in the room. "And don't stop until I tell you to. Don't forget to swallow when I cum." I added as an afterthought.

While his wife energetically polished my knob in front of him, I addressed the husband. "Now David, you know I don't have to ever pay any rent and neither of you cares how dirty my place is or what I do here."

Still neutral faced. "You're right. Your place is free and you can keep it however you like." He was either oblivious or completely uncaring about the back of his wife's head bouncing in their tenant's lap.

Wanting to push the situation a little, I addressed the hot bitch face down in my lap, "Take out your tits, slut. And get that dress off." She didn't even break stride and her head continued it's steady rhythm bobbing away while she peeled her dress off her shoulders and shimmied out of it to leave it discarded off to the side. All the while she bathed my dick in pleasure with her mouth. Swirling her tongue, sucking til her checks hollowed, slobbering all over my shaft, with one hand she massaged my hairy scrotum and the other jerked off the base of my cock. I was fairly big now and fully hard, so she couldn't get all of me in her mouth, but she dutifully polished what she could get to and made a decent effort every now and then taking a shot at deep throating me. She was getting about three fourths down before her gag reflex pushed her back up and tears were starting to spill out of her eyes and leave shiny streaks down her face. I admired her body as she worked. Round, perky C-cups gently swayed under her body in time with her oral ministrations. The smooth, unbroken skin of her back rippled as she blew me. Her heart shaped ass swayed slightly as she worked and was framed in a tiny white thong, neatly bisecting her asscheeks.

"Alright let's kick this up a notch. Stop sucking." I told Amy. She stopped and lifted her head up to look at me. A thin string of spit and precum connected her lips to my prick before it stretched and split. "Get naked and lie on your back on my bed. Legs spread." Without comment, she peeled off her thong down her legs and kicked off her heels to be forgotten with the rest of her clothes. Now completely nude, she padded over to my bed before rolling to her back and opening up, staring at the ceiling.

I took off my t-shirt and started to move to join her before I remembered her husband was still standing there. "Well, since there's nothing more we need to talk about, I'll get back upstairs." he said. He started to move toward the stairs before I had another idea.

"Wait!" I called out to stop him. He paused and looked at me with minor curiosity. Looking back and forth between him and his beautiful wife laying in position on my bed, I continued. "I'm..." I hesitated, not quite sure if I was ready to go through with what I wanted to do, but I was was still hard and since this was my world, my conscience wasn't exactly arguing. "going to **** your wife. Why don't you...stay and watch her get fucked like a cheap whore?"

He shrugged without a care in the world. "I don't see why not." David walked over to stand by the bed and looked at his bride.

Almost skipping over to the bed, I clambered up and over the stunning blonde who was still staring blankly at the ceiling. Positioning my cock at the entrance to her shaved womanhood, I was practically giddy. Looking her as directly in the eye as I could (she was really tall) I grinned at her with what I'm sure was a creepy expression. "Ready to get fucked, slut?"

"I don't see why not." she answered with the air of someone answering if she wanted decaf.

I pushed the head of my cock up against her supple, slightly moist lower lips before I felt her body open for me. We both shifted slightly to get a better angle for eachother, but as the crown of my dick pushed in, I nearly gasped at how she felt. Working my way in, I met resistance, but it was only because she was so tight she felt like she'd been molded around my cock. I was almost cross eyed from the hot, satin grip of her cunt as I continued to feed more and more inches into her. She gasped slightly and let out a breathless moan, but otherwise didn't react to her impalement. Holy fuck! If I didn't know better, I'd swear I was rearranging her insides with how big I felt in her. When I bottomed out in her after what felt like an agonizingly long time, but was probably only a minute, I **** myself to stay still and bask in the pleasure of her molten core. Even if she wasn't being an active participant, her pussy was still gripping me periodically with sheer muscle instinct. Like my cock was receiving an erotic massage. Which was very accurate.

"How deep am I?" I asked the blonde.

Her voice was bit breathy as she answered. "I'm..." I shifted a bit and pulled slightly out of her, she gave a definite moan, "ooohhhh...compl...OOOHHH" another shift in with just a hair more ****, "completely...fuuullll." she sighed.

"Has your husband ever filled you this much?"

"Sometimes." she answered. Her breathing was getting a little heavier. Even if this was nothing odd to her or her husband, her body couldn't help but react. Slut.

"I'm hitting spots he never hit though. I feel better." I stated. I'll admit I may have had a note of petulance.

"Mmmm-hhhhmmmm." Amy hummed with pleasure. "Sooo much...better."

Propping myself on my hands, I rose up and started to saw my meat in and out of the pretty blonde. "Oh fuck, you are good and tight!" I exclaimed as I worked out a rhythm. Her pussy gripped so tightly, I could feel her inner walls pull slightly out as I stroked back and shudder to adjust when I pushed back in. Amy was plainly moaning now, her legs were rising and waving on either side of me, her body welcoming the pleasure even as her mind didn't grasp there was anything different than having a normal conversation with a tenant. "So fucking tight! Fucking cunt!!" I almost shouted.

I pumped away at her for a minute or two while her moans rose in both pitch and volume. She was unconsciously bucking her hips back up to meet me, when she suddenly arched her back, shoving her perfect rack conveniently into my face. I helped myself to facefulls of titflesh, slobbering all over her chest and capturing a nipple and giving it a harder than playful bite when I felt her already bone-crushingly snug cunt seize my cock in a deathgrip. "Ohhhh! OOhhhh!! UUnh! UUUNH! UUUUNNNFH!!!" her moans had reached porno levels of expression and it took me several seconds to realize she'd just cum on my cock.

I was still hard and my balls were undrained as her pussy's **** hold on my dick loosened enough for me to resume pumping. Her moans quickly returned to 'horny slut' with 'UUNNNH! UUUHHH!!' and 'OOOHHHH!!' being the extent of her vocabulary. I paused after another few minutes of plowing her eager snatch and looked at her face, her eyes were almost rolled back in her head. Her cunt was doing her thinking for her now. "You horny slut." I half gasped, half chuckled at her before movement out of the corner of my eye drew my attention. Turning my head, I noticed David still standing there, one eye on his smartphone, distractedly doing something, one still watching me bone his wife.

"Oh right. You're here." I stated.

"Still here." he answered. Still as nonplussed as when this started.

I had a flash of inspiration. "Ooo, idea!" I said.

Abruptly, I pulled fully out of Amy, getting a half moan, half gasp as she dealt with her sudden emptiness. "Roll over, slut. Stay on the bed on all fours. Face your husband." Her breathing was a bit ragged and she was making noises only a girl who was getting her brains fucked out a moment ago would make. The hot blonde seemed a bit disoriented, but she managed to get herself positioned right. Face to face with her husband's crotch, I don't think she had any clue what was going to happen. Not that I really wanted either of them to know anything. That was kind of how I set up things, wasn't it? "Take his cock out and suck him off while I fuck you." Addressing said husband while his bride proceeded to pull his fly down and fish his hardening cock out of his pants, I said, "Don't worry about being involved here, just let her blow you so you can help me spitroast your wife, dumbass."

"Okay." he replied as he fully took his smartphone in both hands and become more interested in what was on the screen than his wife who just engulfed his member in her active mouth.

"Thatta boy." I said as I lined myself up behind Amy and impaled her now drooling cunt again. Her moan was muffled by her husband's cock in her sucking mouth, but the full body wiggle she did told me she knew I was there. Placing my hands on her shapely hips, I resumed pumping away at the beautiful blonde while she blew her man. She was every bit as tight as before. My strokes were significantly easier though due to her increased lubrication. Soon, my bulk was slapping loudly against her perfect ass. The pale cheeks rippling with every slutty bounce of my pelvis meeting her backside. Her moaning was obviously stifled by a mouthful of dick, but she took it like a champ and I was ready to blow in short order. While fucking her, I gave her ass cheeks several slaps so hard they left red prints on her flawless skin and the clap actually rose above the clapping of our joining.

"MMMMM! MMMMM!!! MMMMM!!! MMMMMMMM!!!!" was all she could get out as I approached my own climax and I felt her inner walls getting progressively tighter and slicker if that was possible. I had the brief notion if she wasn't sucking a dick right now, she'd be shrieking.

"C'mon Amy. You're gonna cum like a runaway freight train, you slut! David! Let's cream her! Let's fill the slut from both eeennnndssss!" I managed to grit out just before my balls tightened and my doughy ass clenched, shooting several ropes into Amy. I heard her muffled scream as she buried her face in her husband's crotch and her pussy once again tried to squeeze the life out of my cock. Her scream was suddenly gargled and drops of slimy white spilled out from the tight seal of her lips around David's dick and dripped onto the floor. We really had creamed her from both ends. She tried to swallow what she could, but when we caught our breath a few minutes later, she still had a beard of jizz and spit dripping off her chin. After I softened and she loosened her grip enough on my shaft, I pulled out and collapsed back on the bed.

"OK..." gasp "...now both..." gasp "of you...." wheeze "get....out of my...." gasp "room." David didn't even bother to put himself away or look away from his phone screen as he pulled his still shiny cock out of Amy's mouth and walked away up the stairs. Had the fucker seriously been on his phone while we double teamed his wife? Whatever. Amy got up on shaky legs and stumbled away, freshly fucked and still buck naked, after him. She let out little sounds as she walked, but neither of them looked back or made any comment.

After the door closed, I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling and regaining my breath. "Glad we had this talk." I said to the empty room. My mind only dwelled on one thing.

What should I do next?

(P.S. If you jerked or jilled off to this chapter, let me know in the comments. I'm a perv.)