by Sasha Scott
Everything seemed so certain and wonderful. There was no possible way that anything could go wrong, or there shouldn’t have been anyway.
Then I decided to head out quickly to pick up some supplies before Susie arrived. That was how a spanner got thrown into the works.
My plan and my logic were perfectly sound. I was going to be entertaining two, beautiful, women in my home and all throughout the day I would be indulging in some form of play with them. If I wasn’t careful I, and them, were going to be in danger of getting dehydrated. I wanted to make sure the house was stocked with supplies.
Out of the kindness of my heart, and concern for my own well-being, I went on a quick trip to my local shop, not the one I worked at, to buy some drinks, and maybe some snacks as well. It was a simple and sound decision, there was no reason for me to expect anything to go wrong.
Of course this makes it very obvious that something did go wrong.
Due to the fact that I was in such a giddy, excited, mood, my head was wandering happily to a world of fantasy as I merrily strolled down the streets. As I trekked the path I knew so well I was kinda distracted in my own thoughts. That was when it happened. Crash.
As I darted around a corner, my head in the clouds, I collided right into a pair of men and sent everything and everyone tumbling. Yep, somehow I had managed to do it again, somehow I had managed to bulldoze into a crowd like a fool. However this time, this time things were even worse.
When I knocked over that man in the street just over a week ago, at least it was just a man. However this time the men were moving a big, valuable, vase, one that my careless bump sent falling to the ground where it shattered into a million pieces.
My face went white as I returned to reality just in time to see the damage happen. What the heck had I just done!?
Before I got a chance to tally how many months worth of wages I’d possibly just thrown away, I heard a screech erupt from close by.
“What have you idiots done!?” the female voice screamed at we men.
“This isn’t our fault,” one of the movers protested, “This guy came crashing into us. He’s the one who broke it!”
Slowly, very slowly, I turned towards the piercing eyes I could feel staring into me from the side, eyes belonging to a very pissed off woman.
While I was in my early twenties, she looked to be somewhere in her thirties. That didn’t take away the fact she was beautiful, however. Even with her face glaring at me I knew a fox when I saw one.
She had long, flowing, brunette hair. Her eyes were green and enchanting. That body was thick and curvaceously, her upper half big and busty while her hips were wide and squeezable; what a woman.
Just seeing her casually in the street would have made me feel quite attracted to her, however it was hard to muster such feelings with her glare piercing through me. If anything the emotion I felt was fear.
“I-I’m sorry!” I croaked out, my throating suddenly feeling very dry.
She crooked a finger at me from the doorway and growled, “I think you need to come in and have a little talk about how you’re going to pay for this.”
All I wanted to go and do was buy some soda for my harem, why did this have to happen to me? Why did I have to be so unlucky?
Of course though the last time this sort of thing had happened it turned out there was a silver lining waiting for me, and the funny thing is history has this weird habit of repeating itself.
While my place was nothing special, think incredibly average, the part of the city I’d ventured into was filled with luxury apartments. This was one of them.
It was incredibly how much bigger, how much nicer, the room I was taken into was versus my own. The fact that the furniture was of such a high quality, and that there were so many beautiful decorations around, only nailed that point home.
Of course my admiration for her flat was sort of spoiled by why I’d been dragged in there to begin with. After all it wasn’t for a positive reason.
That was why I was sitting on one side of the room, head down, and she was sitting on the other, glaring at me with her arms folded.
“First, your name.” she asked me all of a sudden.
“F-Freddie.”
“And what do you do for a living?”
“I work in a convenience store?”
“A convenience store? Do you think that a paycheck like that will be able to cover the damage you did?”
“H-how much do I owe you?”
“Five thousand dollars.”
My heart sunk as I heard her evaluation. I couldn’t even control my voice as I yelled, “Five thousand dollars for a vase!?”
“I know that people of your standard aren’t used to purchasing such luxuries but I won’t allow that to get you out of this. I want you to pay me back every penny for what you broke.”
There was no way I would be able to pay that back. My job wasn’t high paying to begin with and most of that went into living expenses. I’d be an old man before I managed to clear my debt to her.
It went without saying that I didn’t want to pay but I had wronged her, it was the right thing to do. However if anybody could get out of paying it was me. It was a case of whether I wanted to do the right thing or the easy thing.
Now, a fortnight earlier I probably would have been stuck paying her back for years to come. However the new and improved me had other options. That was why I slipped my borrowed phone from my pocket and loaded up my favorite app; Harem Builder.
“Excuse me for a moment,” I said to her as I lifted the phone, snapping her picture.
“What are…” was as much as she managed to say before her face went dull, her image being scanned into the app which left her completely still and idle.
Unlike Lindsey and Susie, the information center was incredibly helpful for this woman. After all she hadn’t even given me her name, but now I had access to everything I could ever want to know about her.
Her name was Wanda and she was thirty five years old. She was a housewife and was married to a successful businessman, which explained her nice jewelry and the incredible home. However, according to the information on the app, that wasn’t making her very happy.
Despite the fact that her husband was very rich and allowed her to buy anything she wanted, his coldness and almost constant business trips had left her both lonely and sexually deprived.
It was crazy that the app didn’t just let me in on her birth date and three sizes, it even went as far as telling me that she was backed up and longed for the touch of a man. Perhaps all this was to be expected from an app that allowed me to control minds? Anyway that info was definitely something I could use to my advantage.
I happened to know the mind control features offered by the app quite well, even if I hadn’t used them all. I knew there was one designed around a situation just like this. It was time to bring out the real Wanda.
Scrolling through the options I settled on my hypnotic command for her. She went from ‘IDLE’ to ‘HORNY HOUSEWIFE’.
Wanda was reanimated but this time the expression on her face wasn’t one filled with anger or wrath. Instead it was a hungry expression, one that had seen something it wanted.
As her cheeks began to get hot with a red blush, she flashed me a pursed smile and said, “Well, I’m sure if you’re willing, we could find another way to pay your debt.”
The tone of her voice had changed as well. It went from stern, like a mother scorning a child, to sultry, oozing with lust.
I decided to play along as I purred back, “Hmm, that sounds better to me. What did you have in mind?”
Still smiling, Wanda rose up from her seat and strutted across the room and over to me, her wide hips shaking with every step, her breasts bouncing slightly.
Once she arrived she leaned down close, those same jugs hanging low, flashing me a slight peek at her cleavage as she whispered into my ear.
“S… E… X.”
While I was trying to tease before snatchi
ng control, her hot breaths stroking against my ear were starting to steal away my control over my own body, my shaft growing hard, tensing into my jeans, something she seemed to notice as she purred right at me, one step away from openly groping my bulge.
“I think I can work with that,” I told her, now seriously excited. I hadn’t even came here expecting this but now it was all that I wanted.
“Hmm then just give me a few minutes sweetheart. Come to the bedroom in five. I’m sure that’ll have given me plenty of time to… get comfortable.”
She released me from her intoxicating presence and strutted off towards her bedroom, giving me a look at her swinging hips from the other side this time, letting me see that thick ass sway.
Making me wait five minutes? Such a tease. However I wasn’t going anywhere. My shopping trip could wait, I had a MILF to add to my harem first.
After giving her enough time to slip into something more comfortable, I finally made my move, heading into Wanda’s bedroom.
Of course, just like the rest of her home, her bedroom was a place of luxury. It was fitted with the finest furniture which probably cost more than anything I had in my home, with the centerpiece being a large king sized bed, fitted with black, silk, sheets. However they didn’t really interest me, not compared to what was lying in the middle of that bed.
Sprawling to the side, dressed in little more than a flimsy, sheer, pink babydoll and tiny, body hugging, underwear was the beautiful, mature, Wanda.
Her thick, curvaceous, body looked even better out of clothing and tucked into lingerie. There was no pretending like Susie did with her stuffing trick, this woman was all natural; the real deal.
“Hmm, so how do I look?” she purred at me from the bed, “Can you find it in your heart to satisfy an old woman like me?”
Could I ever. Her words and her appearance had already gotten my cock throbbing. It was almost painful how tight my pants were becoming.
“You look… amazing!” I growled, that the only word my mind could think of. My brain was a bit too distracted to be coming up with some romantic dirty talk.
She didn’t seem to mind that, nor did she seem to mind the fact that I was pitching a large, bulging, tent in the front of my jeans. She leaned forward and grabbed hold, cupping my hardness right through the fabric.
“It seems you’re not just sweet talking me lover boy. Do you want me to take care of this for you?”
“Don’t you know it.”
Wanda grinned as she slowly unzipped my pants and freed my hard manhood, the size of my erect shaft swinging free making her gasp in glee.
“Oh, so big!” she giggled in excitement, her soft hands grasping the bare shaft, “What a gifted young man. I forget that they came in this size.”
Just the kind of words I expected from a sexually starved housewife, words of praise which got me moaning out in pleasure; the small jerking motions of her grip along my length definitely not doing any harm either.
By this point I was basically as horny as she was, however the difference was I had sex every day. Wanda had been backed up for months. She didn’t want to hold back any longer.
With the bulbous head of my hard dick staring her right in the face, Wanda opened up and began to suckle on my firmness, almost making out with the very tip of my shaft.
The way that her soft lips squeezed and rubbed along my sensitive glans made me grunt out in desire as she started with a slow kiss and a teasing run of her tongue all across my engulfed manhood. She was getting reacquainted with the taste of a man again after so long while getting me worked up. Then, once she’d burned my flavor into her body, she attacked.
Wanda dipped her head down, pumping my shaft into her mouth. She worked herself along my length, giving me a warm blowjob that made me groan in pleasure. I wasn’t sure if she was skilled herself or thanks to Harem Builder, I just knew she was good.
“That feels amazing,” I moaned as I remained standing with her leaning over from the bed, moving up and down my cock, coating me in her drool.
Every movement, every lick of her tongue, every smothering suckle of her lips and every twist of her head, stirring up my shaft in her insides, sent me towards greater heights of pleasure.
I’d been allowing her to control the pace but as I got worked up by her oral talents, I snatched away the lead for myself.
She tensed in surprise as I gripped her head with my hands and pulled her down firmly, pressing my throbbing manhood from the warm embrace of her mouth into the undeniable tightness of her throat.
Wanda hadn’t exactly been gentle with me when she controlled the pace, but with me at the helm it got even faster, rougher, harder.
I thrust my hips as I locked her head in place, my lap slapping all the way down to her lips with every full rut, pumping my hard dick into her vice like tightness, forcing her to deepthroat my firm length.
Saliva gushed out every time I drove inwards, glistening over my shaft when I drew back, all so I could sink back in again. That three way combo of warm, wet and tight was truly outstanding and it was going to make me blow.
Feeling the wonderful sensation of her throat around me, I rutted into her with all the vigor of a man my age and finally surpassed my limits, sealing into her lips, deep into her body, as I began to cum.
Growling, I threw my head back and released in glee, unloading rope after rope of my raw, male, seed into her stomach, filling it with my cum. Like the good housewife slut she was she accepted every drop eagerly, drinking it all down, still sucking my cock even as all I was doing was emptying myself inside of her.
My orgasm seemed to last forever; all of my cum wanted to be free thanks to that tight throat. It was only when every drop was finally drained that I drew back and let her breath from her mouth again.
Wanda panted heavily as my glistening dick hung in the air, joined to her mouth by trails of saliva. Well, that was until she licked those ropes away, moaning as she did so, still savoring my taste.
“Hmm, delicious” she purred up to me, “I haven’t tasted such a raw flavor in so long. Young cum really tastes the best.”
“You know, I hear that it tastes pretty good if you drink it down somewhere else as well.”
“Oh? Somebody told you that? Well it’s not exactly like I can deny it. It tastes even better down here but then… that’s a bit of a problem.”
Problem? There wasn’t supposed to be a problem.
“What’s wrong?”
“Well I’m still a married woman, I can’t just be letting other men cum inside my pussy.”
“Oh… I see,” I grunted under my breath. While her current housewife mode had more freedom than slave mode, and wasn’t as man pleasing as bimbo mode, I still didn’t imagine she would say such things to me.
Of course it wasn’t really a problem. If I wanted to cum inside of her I would. After all I had the power of Harem Builder on my side and slowly I drew my phone back into my hands so that I could put her into a more obedient mindset.
However, before I could finish turning her into my obedient slave, Wanda turned her body around so that her head was facing away, buried into the sheets, and her rear was lifted up into the air, towards me.
She reached her hands back, her fingers digging into her own large, soft, rear, which she spread open.
“I guess you’ll just have to do me in here instead,” Wanda purred seductively, wiggling her hips, trying to entice me.
Now it made sense. If I’d looked at Harem Builder a bit closer I’m sure I would have noticed it too. Wanda was a major buttslut, she loved her sex taboo style.
Naturally, as a man, that form of sex was something I was very interested in so I was happy to oblige. I dropped my phone down and sunk my hands into her thick backside, taking over the grip.
Her behind was so big, so soft and juicy, it seemed to sink around my fingers, swallowing them into the ripeness of those plush cheeks. I could hardly wait to get started.
“You know what? I think I
might be able to get behind this after all.”
“Well you’re already behind me,” she giggled as I went from ass kneading to panty removing.
After drawing her undersized, pink, underwear down her body, over those thighs and away from my target, I was ready to begin.
First thing first, I lathered up that small, waiting, hole with a bottle of lubricant that Wanda had on hand, almost as if she’d been planning this all along. I made that clean entrance way glisten in the cold lotion, readying her up for my coming.
Once I was pleased with her presentation, and the slickness of her needy rear, I pressed my hard cock against her tight behind, down between those juicy buns, and began to push my way in slowly.
