You start claiming parts of Amy

Ryan Ferro's skin

The words stare up at you from Amy's pale porcelain skin like a promise. You bite your lower lip. You'd been tempted to claim ownership over Amy outright, but you wanted to toy with her first. See how she reacts as you claim pieces of her life before her eyes.

"Hm, did you get it?" Amy asks, having finally taken a break from eating. Her delicate hands are smeared in sauce from the pork ribs and you can't help but stare as she licks her fingers clean one by one.

"Yeah. Kelly, why don't you come over here and take a picture with your phone to show Amy?"

Kelly's beautiful emerald eyes glimmer with mischief as she smirks at you.

"Oh, I don't think-"

"Now, now. A girl your age should always make sure she's clean. Please let me help you with that," your own private milf slut interrupts Amy.

The girl sighs and nods her assent. You think she's probably used to deferring to older women.

Kelly smiles warmly at the girl before standing and making her way over to you. Her ample bosom is barely constrained by her tight blouse and you find yourself staring into her cleavage as she approaches you.

Kelly's smile widens when she notices your gaze. She grabs her huge breasts with both hands and mashes them together, causing an obscene amount of titflesh to spill from the top of her blouse.

It takes every scrap of willpower you have to stop yourself from bending your best friend's mother over and railing into her with your big hard cock until she's a puddle of quivering goo. You bite your lip and step back, allowing Kelly to take your place behind Amy.

Kelly bends over slightly in front of you. Her short skirt rides up her creamy thighs, exposing the lowest parts of her full asscheeks. She backs up slightly, glancing back at you as she rests her delicious rear on your pelvis.

"There," Kelly takes a picture of the back of Amy's neck with her phone. She lowers the phone in front of Amy, the image of your words on Amy's neck prominent the screen.

"Hm, lemme see," Amy starts, but trails off. "Huh." She reaches a hand to graze the black ink of the writing on her neck. It smudges slightly and you tense with worry. She removes her hand and stares at it. Thankfully, it appears that your sentence is still legible and thoroughly binding. You hope.

Amy glances back at you past where Kelly has started to grind her ass on your crotch. She makes a face, but doesn't comment on the openly lewd activity.

"I-I can't believe you owned my skin all this time. Why didn't you say anything? Oh god..." She holds her hands in front of her uncertainly, like she's just realized that she were wearing something that had always belonged to someone else. You wonder what it is you see in her wide blue eyes.

You grin warmly at her and go to work setting her at ease. Kelly moans softly as you slip your hands under her tight white skirt and lift it, exposing her thick bubble butt. Her palm her assflesh slowly, savoring the way her flesh yields to your touch. How the whorish moans from her throat sound to your ears.

"It's no big deal," you tell Amy. "You can use your skin to do all the things you normally do. Just remember that I own it, though."

The black-haired girl nods rapidly. "O-of course, Ryan! You can do whatever you want to my - er - your skin. It's only natural. Damn, I wonder if this is how Kelly feels."

"Ugh," Kelly moans when you trace a finger along the folds of her soaked cunt. "It... ah.... it's probably a lot more intense for me than is for you. Ryan owns all of me, not just my skin. He owns my holes, my possessions... oh, right there... my mind. Oh, it's unbelievable the amount of power he has over me. He's like my own personal god."

"Wow," Amy mutters. "I wonder what Ryan'll do now that he basically owns my skin."

You grin at that an disengage yourself from Kelly, eliciting a whimper of protest at your absence. You approach Amy from behind and gently lower a hand into her cleavage.

"Oh!" she jumps suddenly and glances back you. She's wearing a bra, so you gently slide your hand underneath to cup her perky right tit. Her titflesh feels soft and delicate against your fingers.

"R-Ryan...." Amy mumbles. She looks at you uncertainly, as if she doesn't know how to react to you casually groping her breasts. You give her tit a light pinch and she draws a sharp intake of breath.

"Thanks for taking good care of my skin, Amy. It's so soft and smooth. I love it."

"Uh, it's the least I could do since I've been using it all this time," she flushes at your praise despite her obvious confusion.

You decide that's enough for now and withdraw your hand. Amy's still heaving, however, causing her full breasts to rise and fall enticingly with her chest. She bites her lower lip and her gaze wanders to your crotch once more. You smirk at her and she looks away.

"Hm, I think she likes you," Kelly says as she sidles up next to you. Her curvy body presses against you from the side as she rests her head on your shoulder. The redheaded milf smells like roses.

"Do not!" Amy almost snarls at the accusation. "We only just met. It's not like him feeling up my breasts means anything."

Kelly seems faintly amused by the younger girl's outburst.

"Amy, I'd really like to see all of my skin. Could you take your shirt and pants off so I can get a good look?"

"Um, sure," the girl seems less hesitant now. Maybe she needed time to get used to the idea of you owning her skin.

She stands stiffly and avoids your gaze as she slowly lifts her black blouse, exposing her creamy pale chest and bra-clad bosom. While not athletic, Amy seems to keep herself in good shape. Her abdomen is smooth and flat with seemingly very little body fat. You glimpse a small piercing on her cute belly button.

She meets your gaze for a moment, sapphire-blue eyes searching you for something. You give her a warm smile and gesture for her to continue. The girl blushes and nods, nervously moving her fingers into the waistband of her ripped jeans to pull them down.

You twirl a finger. Amy stares at you for a long moment.

"He wants you to spin around," Kelly whispers loudly, eliciting a withering glare from Amy.

"Well, I knew that," Amy says, still glaring at Kelly. She glances back at you shyly and turns around, presenting you with her panty-clad ass. You're pleased to see that her ass has a good amount of meat on it.

"Oo, she has a nice little bubble butt," Kelly whispers in your ear. "I can't wait until you line us up next to each other and take turns using us."

Your cock twitches.

You reach into your pocket and withdraw your sharpie once again.

"I'm gonna write something on my skin. That okay with you?" You ask, if only due to some vestigial politeness left over from before you discovered your power.

"Of course!" Amy turns to face you and smiles.

You walk up to her, eying her smooth flesh as you approach. She folds her hands together nervously as you gently grab her arm and begin to write.

Ryan Ferro's writing skills

The girl takes a moment to analyze the writing on her arm before she looks up at you.

"Well, that's pretty embarrassing. I guess I owe all the writing I've ever done to you. Sorry for doing that without your permission all this time."

"It's okay," you tell her. "You can still write as you normally would, I just want you to write my name on that chair over there." You gesture to a small white computer chair parked at a desk at the far end of the room. You hold out your sharpie for her to take.

The girl blinks. "Um, okay." She walks over to the chair, her cute bubble butt jiggling deliciously. She pauses for a moment before deciding to scribble your name on the back of the chair.

"Whose chair is that?" you ask her.

"It's... yours?" Amy furrows her brow as she examines her own handwriting. "Yeah, definitely yours. I've got no idea why it's been here all this time, but you can definitely take it off our hands whenever you want."

"Brilliant," you mutter. And there it is. Confirmation that you can claim objects through the use of another person's skills. You wonder if tattooing would constitute writing before deciding to play it safe.

You grab a hold of Amy's other arm, scribbling a sentence that would hopefully make Kelly and so many other women yours forever.

Ryan Ferro's tattooing skills

You can't help but grin with anticipation as Amy stares at her arm.

"Who owns your ability to give people tattoos?" you ask her. You possessively trail a hand down her back until it rests on her left asscheek.

"It's all yours," she mutters back. Her eyes grow wet as she undoubtedly realizes that you hold the power to take away one of her marketable skills, stranding her without a means to gain income. "Oh, no."

"Don't worry, I'll let you use your tattooing skills as you did before. I just need you to do a little something for me with those skills in return," you're squeezing her ass with both hands now.

She looks up at you with beautiful, submissive blue eyes.

"Anything."