One visitor

This was the greatest nap of all time. I was exhausted in the best possible ways, and I slept hard. In my dream Paula and I were making slow, gentle love in a four poster bed on the top of a snowy mountain. It was mainly kissing and gentle fondling.

I started to wake up, but held onto the dream for a moment, enjoying the sensations as Dream Paula slowly stroked my cock. As I came awake, I slowly realized that the sensations on my cock were real, not dream. I took stock. I was definitely lying on my back. I must still be on the couch, and I could feel the armrest under my head. The suction on my cock meant it must be a mouth working me over, not a hand. I smiled and opened my eyes.

I was actually disappointed that it was Kimmy between my legs and not Paula. She was curled up in a ball to fit between my legs at the other end of the couch.

"Oh, it's just you," I said to the big tittied Asian slut. She didn't look up, she just kept sucking. It's not that it didn't feel great, I was just annoyed.

That annoyance went away when Paula leaned her head out of the kitchen. "Hey! Did you enjoy your nap?"

"Absolutely!" I said. "I dreamed about you."

She laughed. "I dreamed about you, too. We slept for awhile, so I thought I'd make some dinner. It's almost done, so I asked the whore to wake you up with a blowjob. Is that okay?"

"That's perfect!" I replied. She smiled and went back into the kitchen, where something was sizzling on the stove. I turned back to Kimmy. I wasn't annoyed anymore, hearing that Paula had ordered her to do this was really hot. I said, "Okay, deepthroat me as hard as you can, Kim-hole."

The nickname was dumb, but I could see her blush at hearing it. She pushed herself down on my cock, making a terrific gagging sound on each thrust.

A phone chirped on the table next to the couch. I picked it up and found several texts from Steven.

"Hi Kimiko! What time do you think you'll be home for dinner? Love you!"

"Hi Kimiko! I found a great recipe for pasta. Is that okay? Love you!"

"Hi Kimiko! We usually eat around 6, but it's 5:45 now and you aren't back yet. Do you want me to wait? Love you!"

"Hi Kimiko! It's 6:05 and you're not home yet. I miss you! Love you!"

There was a message almost every five minutes after that. I looked down at Kimmy and said, "Hey, why didn't you answer him back?"

Her pink head was down on my cock all the way so that her nose was buried in my pubes. She came up, gasped a little, then said, "I had better things to do. He'll figure out to wrap up dinner sooner or later."

I laughed. That loser might starve himself waiting for his beloved girlfriend. I grabbed her head and shoved it back onto my cock. She gave no resistance, and I held her head down for half a minute before letting her up to gasp for breath.

Looking at her phone, I saw that it was 6:59pm, which meant-

Knock, knock!

Yep, right on time.

Paula went to the door. "Are you expecting someone?"

"Yeah, please invite them in."

She opened the door. I didn't bother getting up, I could see the front door fine from the couch.

The door opened to Sunny from apartment 305, the one with the note I had signed. She was alone, so apparently the unsigned note had not been able to take advantage of my power. That was good to know.

Sunny was a very cheerful, sweet girl, but most guys didn't notice that because of her looks. She had red hair that stood out from across the room, bright red, big, and curly, like a certain Scottish cartoon girl. It was quite impressive. Her body was even more impressive, like a less exaggerated version of Kimmy's, with big breasts and a small waist, except she came by those curves without any magical assistance.

"Hi!" said Sunny, bouncing up and down just enough to shake her big breasts. "I got a note from Rick to come here now?"

"Sure, come on in," said Paula.

Sunny smiled wide and walked in, then stopped short when she saw Kimmy sucking my cock on the couch. "Oh my god! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt!" She turned to Paula. "Should I leave? I can come back later."

She was asking for Paula's permission? Of course she was, the note had said she had to stay until the person who let her come inside let her leave. So for the moment, her fate was in Paula's hands.