Epilogue 2: Miles

Fia paced back and forth across the mansions wide foyer. Her husband would be home any minute now and she was ****.

She heard and noise and immediately stopped. Once again she was really glad she'd bought him that car. She didn't know much about cars, and she couldn't even pronounce Lamborghini, but it had been worth every penny. Now she always knew exactly when her husband came home. She dropped to her knees and stared at the door, waiting.

The door opened and her husband walked in. The most gorgeous, sexiest husband in the world. She smiled at him, "Like, oh my God! I'm so happy to see you!"

He smiled back at her and stepped closer, bending over slightly to stare into her eyes. "What do you desire?" He asked her coyly.

This was their little tradition. Part of the deal that made their marriage work so well. She spoiled him with cars, jewelry, and anything else his heart desired and in return he fulfilled every one of her fantasies, no matter how sick and depraved they were.

"Make me **** on your dick until my makeup is totally smudged, then rough me up and fuck me until you re-infect me. I'm feeling, like, um, a little smart today."

He nodded and slowly stripped until he was only wearing heels. His huge cock was already hard and he roughly grabbed Fia's hair and pulled her closer, jamming his dick into her mouth. He pushed her head hard, forcing himself down her throat. He held her there as she struggled to breath, before finally releasing her. The reprieve only last a second though as he repeated the process, over and over again, until tears were streaming down her cheeks.

Then he pulled out and slapped her across the face. Her husband was rather petite, but he was still all man and the slap knocked her over. He flipped her onto her belly and started to spank her until her ass was a red as a stop sign, then he finally plunged deep into her pussy.

She didn't really understand it, but her husband's cock was magical. No, truly it was. Whenever he fucked anyone there was a chance of them becoming a bimbo. She wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen the results first hand, but it was true. When they'd first met, on an online bimbofication forum, she'd assumed he was just roleplaying. But after their first IRL meeting, and first fuck, she'd been blessed with the gift only he could give her.

Ophelia Ashcombe had grown up with the weight of the world on her shoulders. Her parents were old money. Very old money. They raised her as an aristocrat, to be poised and elegant at all times. She had to learn how to dance, play the piano, 5 different languages...the list went on.

She hated all of it.

Well, it's not like she would have chosen to give up the money. She liked being rich. She just hated all the obligations that came with it. They seemed to artificial, so fake. Why couldn't she just enjoy this fortune?

When her parents had died she'd tried to live the way they wanted for a while. She'd gone to the social events, the charity galas, the country club. She'd put on a fake smile and pretended to be the woman they wanted her to be. The stress of it all nearly broke her. She found herself seeking out more and more degrading porn and message boards.

Finding Miles had been a stroke of luck. For both of them. He wanted to find a partner who was ok with the side effect of having sex with him. She wanted that side effect. It was a win-win.

Since their wedding day she'd been constantly under the effect of the B-Virus. She could always tell because she wasn't a natural blonde and she'd originally been a B cup. Whenever her roots started showing or her bras didn't fit she knew it was time to get fucked.

Miles was a good guy and he tried not to let her get too dumb. He wanted a real partner, not a sex doll. She appreciated that, but sometimes she wanted to be a sex doll and he always gave her want she wanted, as long as she asked nicely.

He finally came inside her as she felt her chest expand as the B-Virus reinfected her. She smiled blissfully.

Miles helped her to her feet, "Ok?" He asked.

She nodded dreamily, "You're like, uh, amazballs!"

"You too." He winked at her. "Want to hit the pool?"

"Like, ya!" Fia squealed. They went to get changed, her into the smallest bikini imaginable and her husband into a some designer swim trunks that barely contained his enormous package. She grinned at him and stroked his chest, "You are just so manly!"

He looked a little confused but he quickly recovered as their maid came out to see them.

"Pardon me, Ms. Cumslut is at the door."

"Oooh! That bitch! Send her here." Fia said.

A minute later Princess walked out and made a beeline for Miles, ignoring Fia. "Miles I need-"

Fia cut her off, "Like oh, em, gee! You look fab!" She squealed and went to hug Princess, "Wanna join us for a threesome?" Fia reached down and started groping Princess's ass as she waited for a response.

"Ugh, no! I, like, told you before, I'm-"

"Not gay," Miles finished for her, "We know."

Fia giggled, "It's not gay to share a cock!"

Princess rolled her eyes, "Listen, I-"

"You are so, like, hot!" Fia continued, "I love your tits!"

"Thank you so much!" Princess said automatically, "Now Miles, please-"

Miles put a finger over her mouth to shut her up, "Don't be polite." He warned.

Princess of course knew that he had to obey if she asked politely and had taken advantage of that to get his cock inside her repeatedly over the years. It wasn't that Miles minded having sex with Princess, but he was a married man now and his wife always came first.

"You know how." He said sternly.

Princess sighed but nodded. She started stripping out of her clothes, lazily tossing them to the side. When she was naked, except for her ever present belt, she knelt down in front of Fia, "May I, like, please fuck your husband?"

Fia seemed to consider it. Then she crossed her arms and smiled, "Eleventy million dollars."

"What, that's not," Princess shook her head, "$5." She countered.

"$5 and you eat me out." Fia shot back.

"$50 and you can watch."

"Oh, like I'd leave!" Fia said, "I'll give you $20 to fuck my husband while I play with your, um, titties! Final, uh, offer!"

"Deal." Princess said.

Miles removed Princess's belt and wasted no time at all in sliding his dick inside her. She had a fetish for denying herself orgasms, but also a hair trigger and an **** love of his cock. It made every time they slept together particularly exciting for her as she struggled not to cum despite Miles's huge girth and seemingly endless stamina. Not to mention Fia always getting involved too. Fia had said she'd play with Princess's tits, and by play she'd mostly meant slap. As a masochist Princess couldn't help but be aroused by Fia's treatment of her, heterosexual or not.

"N-N-Nooo..." Princess wailed. She could feel her orgasm building. "S-s-stop!" She demanded.

Miles didn't stop. She always begged him too, but stop wasn't the safe word.

"How long?" He asked her how long it had been since her last orgasm.

"4..." She whispered.

"Days?" He asked, surprised.

"Months!" She replied.

4 months? That's about how long it had been since she came by for one of these visits. She might be obsessed with Miles's cock but her job kept her busying flying all around the country, and indeed, the world. He knew there was no way she'd been celibate for those 4 months, she'd done well to keep herself from cumming for so long.

"Too long!" Fia said, slapping her tits especially hard, "Bad slut!"

Princess moaned, "I'm gonna..."

Fia grabbed both her nipples and pinched as hard as she could, "Cum!" She demanded.

Princess started screaming as the best orgasm of her life ripped through her. Miles came, flooding her pussy and, judging by the changes to her body, once again infecting her with the B-Virus.

Princess passed out from the **** of the orgasm and Miles gently laid her down on a beach chair.

The maid returned and picked up Princess's clothes, "Shall I wash these?" She asked.

Miles shook his head, "Throw them out. She knew the deal."

"Certainly. Shall I prepare dinner for 3?"

Miles looked at Fia, then back to the maid, "Yes."

Fia was squeezing the boobs of the prone Princess and giggling, "Oh and uh, some drinks. Please!"

"Right away." The maid disappeared.

Princess slowly opened her eyes, "That was..."

"Totes adorb!" Fia said, "You are so hot!"

"Thanks..." Princess sat up, "Wow...that was..." She looked down at Fia who was still groping her, "Do you mind?"

"Like, nope!" Fia said as she continued to play with her.

Princess sighed, "Like, fine. I owe you."

"Eat her out." Miles suggested.

"Like, wow, great idea!" Princess said, glaring at Miles. She showed him the middle finger.

Miles laughed, "You can suck my dick after."

Princess gulped. She looked at Fia, then back to Miles, "Well..."

Just then the maid returned with a tray of drinks and Princess quickly grabbed one and tried to change topics, "Like, thank you. Oh wow, this is delish!"

Luckily for her Fia was easily distracted, "I know! Totes amaze! Miles found it uh...what's it called?"

"Auction." Miles said, "$10,000 a bottle."

"Holy..." Princess stared at the glass in her hand, "Seriously?"

Fia giggled and Princess just stared at them. She was successful. Extremely so. And yet her wealth would never compare. She took another sip. It really was quite good, even if she couldn't imagine it was worth it.

Miles shrugged, "What can I say? I'm spoiled."

Fia giggled again, "Don't you just love him? He's so manly!"

Princess nodded, "Yes...yes he is."