No, she needs more teasing.

"Well, don't. In fact, please don't cum until I cum inside or on you."

She looked disappointed, but then her eyes rolled back in her head when I reached down and groped her big, sensitive tits. She offered no resistance as I pushed her onto her back on the rug. I squatted over her tiny waist and went nuts on her breasts, rolling them around and pinching her nipples. She moaned constantly.

After a couple minutes of this I said, "Hey, what do you want for dinner tonight?"

She tried to open her eyes and concentrate, but it was clearly tough for the overstimulated slut. "Um, I don't know. Maybe Italian food?"

I reached over to her purse on the living room table and fished out her phone. "Alright. Text Stephen and tell him to make it for you."

"What?" She was shocked back to sense a little. "Stephen usually doesn't cook. He's not very-"

"Please take Stephen for granted and treat him more like your servant than your boyfriend."

Kimmy looked at me blankly for a moment, then took the phone and typed, "In the mood for Italian. Have it ready when I get home." There were a bunch of emojis at the end, but I didn't bother to decipher them.

I slid my cock between her huge breasts, but it wasn't a real titjob. I mainly just played with them some more until Stephen texted back.

"What the fuck?!!!!! You want me to cook after you fucked your asshole ex? Get your ass home, bitch!"

That was hilarious. I typed out a response. "Stephen, this is Rick. Please be the most pussy whipped boyfriend for Kimmy. Please forget this message and never notice it."

I waited a sec, then a response came back. "I'm sorry, Kimiko, I shouldn't have sent that horrible message. I'll look up how to make something and have it done when you get home. Love you! Do you love me?"

I showed the message to Kimmy, and she smiled like she thought it was cute, but neither of us thought it was worth the time to answer him back. I got up off of her and sat on the couch.

"Okay Kimmy, how about you dance for me. Make it sexy."

She got up. "Um, can't we just fuck now? Please? Please, please, please?!"

I could have "requested" her to dance. Instead, I just held out her phone and stared at her.

Kimmy took her phone and found some music on it. It was slow, so I shook my head. She played something faster, and I nodded with a grin. She put down the phone and started shaking her body. She'd never been a dancer when we'd dated, but now she had a flirty, exhibitionist streak in her, and it showed. She swayed her wide hips in time to the fast beat, making her comically big tits shake. Seriously, if they hadn't been so perfectly shaped and perky, they would have looked ridiculous, but as it was, they looked super hot. She dropped down and shook her bouncy ass to entice me. It worked.

"Please get hornier as you dance."

She was already on the edge of cumming, but she couldn't, so this command added some extra desperation to her eyes. The more she danced, the more sexual it became. I stroked my cock, and she watched my hand jealously as she twirled around and simulated humping me. I made her do this for a long time, torturing myself a little so I could **** her more.

"You should do this for a living," I said. "In fact, do that. Please quit your job and make your money off of doing private sex streams on Only-Fans."

The pink-haired slut shimmied in time with the music and said, "I'm not sure I can make enough off of that for rent."

"You'll do fine. Please do whatever it takes to get the best tips possible. It might take a while to get a following, but Stephen can pay all your expenses until then."

"That's true," she said as if that was no big deal. She danced for a few more minutes, then, while still swaying with the music, clasped her hands together to beg some more. "I'm so fucking horny! Would you please stick it in me now! I need it so badly!"

I made her wait a few seconds for a response, then picked her phone up off the table and turned off the music. "Okay, slut, mount me."

A shiver went through her at being called a slut. She ran up to the couch and climbed on me. She positioned herself over my cock, but first she leaned forward and buried my head between her huge breasts. She shook them back and forth, slapping my cheeks. Then she lowered herself onto my cock.

"Oh god, I need this so bad!" she cried out. "I guess it's because you got me so worked up, but your cock feels better than it ever has!"

I felt the same way for the same reason, but I didn't want her to know it. "Please forget that hours of edging is what's making this feel so good. Please feel this good every time my dick is in your little twat from now on."

"Ooohhh, it's so gooood!" she moaned. She started to move up and down on my swollen cock. I reached up and grabbed her heavy tits as she made them bounce harder and harder. They were especially sensitive now, which just added to her drive and made her work harder.

I let her ride me for a few minutes, then pushed her off. I had her get on all fours on the couch, then went at her doggy style. I even told her to howl like a dog for me, which she did without me having to say "please". She was completely over the top for me. I was very glad I'd increased my stamina earlier.

After a few minutes she collapsed onto her elbows, then her face, unable to stay up on all fours. A few minutes after that and she was a whimpering heap of pleasure. I glanced at the clock to check the time, then asked, "Are you ready to take my load?"

"Yes!" she said breathlessly.

Without stopping my thrusts, I said, "Do you want it on your big tits or your slutty face?"

I'm sure she didn't care, she'd get off either way. "My... slutty... face!"

I pulled out and stood up next to the couch. Kimmy got on her knees in front of me. She played with one big tit with one hand and fingered her sopping wet pussy with the other. I jerked my cock in front of her face as she smiled with anticipation.

There was a knock at the door.

"Oh, that must be Paula," I said, walking towards the door.

"What?!" yelled Kimmy. "Nooo! Come back and finish!"

"Stay there and keep doing what you're doing, please." I laughed, loving the sight of Kimmy on the floor, **** with need and frigging her unsatisfiable pussy. I could wait, though. I hadn't actually been as close to cumming as I'd pretended.

I opened the door, wondering exactly what I'd find. I'd been vague with Paula's transformation request, and I was excited to see what the "hottest body possible" would actually be.