Becoming the Perfect Bimbo Wife | mind control stories

There was no way Natalie was going to say yes to Jake's proposal, but she had to admit that it was such a nice ring.

The two of them were having a picnic in Favor Park, near the lake. The water sliding over the shore made soft lapping sounds. It was late September, on the middle of a Tuesday. There was no one around. The entire park seemed vacant, except for the sparrows singing in the trees.

A few miles away, there was a large gathering at the Favor City High School football stadium. Natalie wasn't sure why the High School was sponsoring a city-wide clothing give-away on the middle of a Tuesday, but the event seemed to be very popular. She and Jake kept hearing the raucous cheering.

Probably, the popularity was due to the scantily-clad cheerleaders lining the roads for miles up and down the road leading to the stadium.

Natalie hadn't even known the school had that many cheerleaders, well over fifty, but she just put this on being out of touch. Working on her medical degree, and then on becoming a fully-fledged doctor, for so long had left her feeling ostracized from much of the trappings of culture.

Jake helped her with that. He was rather nice, getting her away from the hospital and making her this picnic. Still, though, she wasn't about to marry him.

It was a rather nice little lunch he had put together. Small, fresh salads made with almonds, apple slices and peppercorn dressing served as the main course, along with some fresh bread from the supermarket. They each had downed about two glasses of wine so far, working on their third.

It was easier to justify drinking in the middle of the day for some reason, even though Natalie and Jake were both on call. She felt so good out here in the sun with Jake.

He worked in construction as a consultant, and was constantly called away to go evaluate building plans and administer work sites. She liked his logical mind and the easy charm of his smile, but ultimately didn't feel they were compatible. Life was too easy for Jake, something to peruse and enjoy, like he was picking out fruit from an orchard. When she had asked him a week ago about why he had chosen his profession, his answer was just a shrug, like she was silly for even bringing such a thing up.

“I just fell into it, I suppose.”

Natalie could never be with someone long-term with such a carefree idealogy. More than once, she had gotten the impression that her profession had been chosen for her by some higher power. Every step that she took, every  breath she inhaled was moving toward a greater purpose to save lives.

But, at their little picnic, after three glasses of wine, it became so much easier to relax. To laugh and smile. The plush, thick fabric of the picnic blanket felt divine against her skin. It was so easy to just sit back into its thick surface and dig her fingers into the softness of it. Hot, good vibes rushed into her for the entirety of the lung, making her head pulse with lightness.

And Jake had to ruin it all, making the mood so serious, by getting down on a knee and putting a ring in front of her.

Natalie was a serious woman. She was due to start her residency at Tall Hill Hospital in just a few months, after an incredibly arduous selection process and grueling internship. Tall Hill Hospital was the prestige hospital in mid-sized Favor City, and led to all the best patients and the most interesting casework. If she didn't a job working there, practicing medicine, all her long hours of med school and periods of cramming and isolation and loading down on knowledge would be for nothing.

She had started dating Jake after meeting him in her apartment building about six weeks ago. He had been hired to help remodel the entryway, and was overseeing the installation of new tilework.

He was ruggedly handsome, with a permanent five o'clock shadow and a solid frame that bespoke of a lifetime of physical labor. His dark brown eyes carried heavy wit, though, and when he had talked to her, he made her laugh right away. That was why she had gone out with him, and why she had continued to do so. But ... after just six weeks ...

“Oh,” said Natalie, trying to find some elegant way to back away from Jake as she was sitting down on the blanket. “It's a ring.”

“Yeah!” Jake nodded. “Why don't you try it on?”

He plopped the box in her hands. Natalie held it gingerly, like it was full of poisonous spiders.

Natalie couldn't really believe this was happening. What she had with Jake was not a long-term thing, and she thought he had understood that.

He was, by all possible terms, the definition of a fling. Natalie had never had a fling before. She was a pretty enough gal, with her dark blond hair and slender frame, her Swedish heritage shaping her face and bone structure elegantly. But the hospital kept her far too busy for a real relationship.

The two of them had sex—good, perfunctory sex where she was able to get close enough to orgasm to not feel bad about asking him to finish her off with his fingers every once in a while—and they watched fun movies where the guy got the girl or the bad guy or the treasure, and that was it. That was all she wanted.

And now this gaudy, sparkling monstrosity of a ring in her hands.

“It's so ... shiny,” she said, trying to find something to say.

“Isn't it?” he wagged his head enthusiastically.

It was certainly that. Diamonds lined the band, and the headstone itself was a rather large diamond, sculpted with several others into a spiral pattern.

“I just happened to walk into this store, Female Designs, right after going to the grocery store. I wanted to get you something, and I saw it was so crowded with women your age. Women who were just gorgeous, like you.”

She blushed, digging her free hand into the picnic blanket. Natalie liked hearing that Jake found her attractive. So often in her life, she had been the mousy girl, the one who was ignored or passed over, who was thought about only for how smart she was. But Natalie had a wild side, a funloving fuckdoll side just waiting to bounce out on the scene ...

... Wait. What? No. That wasn't right. Not at all. Natalie had a wild side like rectangles had a round side. But ... Jake was talking. She should listen.

“And I started talking with some lady at the front desk. Her name was Holly, I think. She's moved to all kinds of cities with the stores, she said. So she's seen like, everything. And she told me if I really loved you, I needed to show it. I needed to make you mine. I needed to show everyone how you belonged to me.”

Natalie, of course, disagreed. She belonged to nobody.

But still, her heart swelled a bit, hearing her man's story. He wanted to show her how much she cared! That was so sweet.

“And so I bought this ring. I spent ... well, a whole lot. More than that average of three months, or whatever it is, and I got this picnic blanket at the same time, and ...”

His voice drifted away somewhere as Natalie examined the ring and its pretty stones. The pretty pretty  spiral of stones. Her mind sometimes felt like a spiral, like a pretty, sparkling spiral.

That's all she was, really. A pretty little collection of sparkles to be a decoration.

“—I said, what do you think, babe?”

Natalie looked up at Jake, who was looking at her intently. She put her hand to her head.

“Sorry,” she said. “I just ... the ring. It's so pretty.”

God, was that all she could say? She was more eloquent than that. She had been in school her whole life, for goodness sake! To try and up her wording, she looked at the ring again ... but it wasn't in her hand, where she had left it.

No, it was on her finger now.

How had that happened?

Wow, she was acting like such a silly little giggly babe to do something like that.

No ... wait, silly giggly babe? Huh?

“I'm glad you like it,” he enthused. “I was really hoping you would.”

He looked so earnest. He was so handsome. Natalie really was doing a poor job of expressing her feelings. Maybe she would be better off just doing something for him.

The wind blew, and Natalie shivered a bit. Jake shifted on the blanket, moving closer to her to put her arms around her. His crotch was right there.

It was only right to kiss his cock to show him how she felt. He did give her this nice ring, after all. She wasn't going to accept it, but diamonds were such a wonderful gesture. She could talk him down to something more appropriate. Yes. She should be showered with gifts for being so beautiful all the time.

That last thought was almost debated, but her ringed hand was already on Jake's zipper, pulling it down.

“You're so thoughtful,” she said to him, planting a little kiss on his cheek. “I have to thank you somehow ...”

Little seeds of doubt sprinkled in her mind, but rather one large seed of lust had already sprouted in Jake's lap—his cock rose out from his pants. Natalie stared at it hungrily for several seconds, licking her lips.

She fell on top of it with relish, her initial thought of just a kiss washing away under the flood of arousal. Instead, she quickly slipped her lips over the head, warmly massaging the meat with her tongue. The warmth and size of his big length inside of her mouth was somehow the most comforting, most erotic feeling she had ever had. There was nothing finer than Jake's hot cock slowly getting harder and harder inside of the warm confines of her lips and tongue.

Above his crotch, on his belly, her ring sparkled and sparkled. Natalie's eyes were transfixed by it.

It was so pretty. It was such a pretty ring, for such a pretty girl like her. She was a hot, loving, sexy girl and she was giving her man such a hot, loving, sexy blowjob. She would suck his cock like this forever and ever if that's what kept him happy. If that was how she was supposed to keep him coming back to her and giving her pretty pretty sparkly things like this ring.

His hands slid through her hair and then down her back, circling around to her plump tits.

Oh yes, she thought gleefully. Feel up my tits, you big hard man. Feel how soft I am for you when you're so hard for me.

The ring sparkled and sparkled in her eyes, and she moaned. Each new little sparkle made her suck all the harder, made her tongue swim around his handsome cock even more, and when she could hear him moan in appreciation from that, her own pussy got sensationally wet. She could feel hot rivulets of juices sliding down her thighs.

“Oh,” he started shaking against her mouth, perhaps trying to pull out. “Nat-Natalie, I'm going to ... you said you don't like the taste ... I'm gonna—I'm gonna—”

He spurted hot seed down her throat and Natalie moaned, cumming herself. The taste was indescribably good, better than it ever had been before. The heavy warmth slid inside of her body, making her whole. She forgot about medicine, forgot about living independently—for a few beautiful moments, she was nothing but a cocksucking doll.

Oh god, that had never happened before. How on earth did someone orgasm just from tasting hot, sweet, wonderful spunk?

She didn't care. She hoped it happened again and again for as long she lived.

For three minutes or so, Jake just stroked her pretty head, breathing hard as she nuzzled against his still-wet cock. Then he tilted her chin up so that she was looking him in the eyes.

“So you'll marry me, right?” He smiled. “I mean, that was a yes if I ever saw one before.”

“Oh,” she said, shaking her head.

Of course he would interpret it that way. And, like, of course Natalie loved Jake's cock. She probably even loved Jake too. But, well. Marriage was like, such a thing.

She shook her head again, trying to clear her head. “Such a thing?” That was how she was characterizing marriage? Disappointment and confusion started to blossom on Jake's face.

“I'm sorry,” she said, rubbing her temple. “It's just, I feel very overwhelmed right now.”

“You feel overwhelmed?” He laughed in disbelief. “I'm the one who just got the best blowjob of my life from a woman who doesn't know if she wants to be with me.”

“No, that's not it, it's just ...” she sat back a bit, looking up in his eyes. “No, that is it. I haven't given you a blowjob this whole time we've been together. I really ... I really thought I didn't like the taste. I remember not liking it. Or ...” she struggled. “I remember remembering not liking it, if that makes any sense. And now all of a sudden I do, without even thinking twice about it? Jake, something ... something is wrong ...”

“I'll say.”

He set his jaw, frowning a bit. It just broke Natalie's heart to see him unhappy like that. Her man needed comfort. Her hands dug into the plush blanket beneath them. She could see his big fists bunched up in the fabric as well.

The Jake she knew would have gone along with whatever she said, just trying to curry favor with her. This new Jake was a different kind of animal. He was ... well, kind of animalistic. It turned her on horribly, and she had cum only a few minutes ago.

“Come on, Natalie.” He stroked her face, looking at her expectantly. “You can't blow me like that and not marry me. That's not fair to me.”

Her eyes went down to the ground. It was hard to meet his gaze when it was so stern and true. “You're right. It's not fair. I'm sorry.”

Wait. What?

His hand went down from her face.

Oh no! She really needed to feel his big, strong touch again.

“I feel really hurt right now,” he said. “I don't know if this is okay.”

“N-no, Jake!” she scooted forward on her knees and snuggled around his crotch, slipping her slight hand around his rod. It was still a little moist from all the cum, from her saliva.

“Look,” she said admiringly. “My big Jake is getting all hard again for me. I bet I can make you cum again, too.”

Maybe I can even get him to get me pregnant, she thought excitedly.

He grabbed her by the hair. Her breathing picked up, heart racing. He was just so in charge. It was wonderful.

“No,” he said.

Her mouth opened and closed needfully, right in front of his cock. Her ring was right over his crotch again, sparkling, sparkling, sparking ...

It was such a good position for her, being down between his legs like this. She was sure she looked fantastic doing it. Somehow, her shirt opened up, her tits spilling out of it. Hopefully, he would be more agreeable if he could see her nice tits falling all over his legs.

Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle. She should just do what he said. She should listen to him all the time. Listen to Jake. Listen—

“—I said, stop playing with your tits and listen to me.”

Natalie giggled, looking up at him. Yes, she should listen to him. How had her hands gotten so wrapped around her nipples? Oh well, he told her to stop, so she stopped.

She looked up at him and nodded eagerly, licking her lips.

“You're only going to suck me off again if you agree to marry me. A woman like you belongs as my property. Okay?”

Enthused, she nodded. That was a wonderful way to have all the babies a girl like her should have.

“Oh yes, Jake. Anything you say!”

“All right then. Have at it.”

Free at last, she dove back down onto his cock. He tasted even better than before. And the whole time, as she sucked him down, she stared into the perfect hot spiral sparkles of her wonderful engagement ring.

* * * * *

Four weeks after Jake proposed, Natalie received a very strange memo at work. She was bending over at the waist and reading from the monitor, showing off her delightful ass to any passers-by. The memo was from her supervisor, Doctor Madeline Eros, though lately, everyone had been calling the dark-haired, fun-loving babe Maddie. The message read:

All you hot doctor nurse girls should totally got to report to the staff room at one o'clock today. Dress in your best! Our super hot cool boss will be there, so make sure you're looking super duper hot so that he'll look at you and tell you what an ultra-babe you are! Being a babe is like, super important for your career? So make sure that's what you look like when you go.

Also, does anyone have any booze? Bring that too. Booze and your hottest hot dresses. Because like, meetings are totally fun. I want to talk about hair and bras and stuff!

Hooray!

Big-titted hugs and wet kisses,

Doc Maddie

Tallie Tall Hospital

Natalie tilted her lovely head to one side, posing prettily on sexy red high heels in front of the small circular computer desk in the hospital. A few men passed by, and she made sure to raise her ass up, so they could see her tight, matching red thong.

That was like, just such a weird message. Since when did the staff room not have plenty of booze? Half of working at the hospital was getting drunk and just laying out with her besties, comparing each other's chesties.

So far, Natalie had the best chestie of any of them. She was so proud of her big, wonderful titties. They looked terrific today in her super-official, super-serious bright red minidress. She was a professional, after all.

The dress had a deep scooping u-shape that lifted up underneath her terrifically titanic tits, putting her cleavage on constant display. Her small, bright white latex coat barely stretched down below the lower curve of her enormous breasts, and could not come anywhere close to buttoning across them. The only thing designating her as a doctor was the name tag reading, “Nataliee!”

Even that had her listed as a nurse. Was ... was she a nurse? Doctoring was such hard work. It seemed really odd that she would be one. And, the tag on her boobs said she was a nurse, and everything about her boobs was just, really super great.

She giggled, standing up and grabbing her chest firmly, running her hands over their enormous curvature. She loved her big titties. They were so large that the clothing store had run out of bras for them.

Female Designs was such a wonderful store. They had donated televisions to the hospital, so that every hallway and room was filled with their advertisements on nonstop loops. The ads were really helpful in deciding what to wear or how to act around big strong men. Queen Kimberly, Female Designs' cunt-juicingly gorgeous spokes model, was on every third or fourth advertisement or so. Everyone stopped to watch when she was on the screen. It was only right and good to pay attention to the Queen of so many cities. She said that, if they were all very good, then she would be the Queen of Favor City pretty soon too.

Shortly after Female Designs arrived in Favor City, everybody realized how totally awesome the store was, and started using them for every kind of men and women's clothing. And all the sheets. And all the carpeting, and jewelry, and curtains, and even some of the pens and pencils.

It was so nice to have someone take care of all those complicated things. Natalie had no idea who was in charge of all of it, but she was sure it was someone smart and strong if even Queen Kimberly was doing as he said.

Someone like her Jake, probably. Natalie swooned at the thought of him.

For a moment, she stood in the hallway, slipping her hand up her tiny dress and between her thighs. The access there was smooth, wet, and constantly hot. It was so easy to just lean against the wall and put a little hot pressure on her clitty, slipping her index finger up into her pussy.

The new teenage intern, Carmen, strutted by in a pair of enormously-heeled thigh-high leather red boots. They matched her tiny red latex dress. Her own short white coat—almost a sweater, really—struggled to maintain its placement around her massive breasts, much like Natalie's. Carmen's Hispanic heritage was noticeable in the easy bronze of her skin and the beautiful rich blackness of her long, long hair. Only eighteen years-old, her face was bright and fresh all the time, her body completely devoid of any hints of fat or blemishes.

“Thinking about the hubby?” Carmen smiled.

Natalie nodded, licking her index finger clean. “God, he's just so wonderful. I don't know what I'd do without him.”

“When is that wedding, again?”

“Four weeks! I'm so excited.”

“What are you doing for the honeymoon?”

“Oh, probably like, sucking him off while he watches some football? He didn't really want to make a big deal out of it, and you know how just totally correct a man can be. He is so right. The only big thing I need is his big thing.”

Carmen giggled, and Natalie giggled with her. Their tits danced across from each other, the enticing flesh bouncing happily.

A shapely redheaded nurse, Layla, was pushing a man on a plush gurney past the pair. Carmen and Natalie admired her form as she both steered the gurney and gave the man a handjob at the same time.

Something inside of Natalie tugged at her whenever she saw a gurney like that, or a hospital bed. It used to be that the beds at the hospital didn't have quite so many pillows, and that people didn't seem quite so happy when they were on them.

Hospitals, she thought she could remember, weren't just a place men came to have their big yummy cocks sucked so that they could focus on the day. It was a place to treat bad sicknesses. Like ... stubbed toes. Or skinned knees. Or the flu.

Natalie scratched her head for a moment.

“Carmen, how do we treat the flu, again?”

“Oh gosh, Natalie, that sounds complicated.” Carmen ran a hand through the thick mass of her dark hair. Each strand looked wet and shiny. “I'm just an intern. I mean like, the flu? Is that like ...” the pretty Hispanic motioned with her fingers. “The thing with ... like, the feet?”

Natalie shook her head. “No, no. It's like a cold. Like a bad cold.”

Carmen shrugged good-naturedly. “I dunno. I guess we would treat it like anything else that's cold, right? If we can't fit our mouths around it, smother it in titties.” Carmen snapped her fingers. “Let's see if something is cold after that!”

Layla, apparently done with moving the man in the gurney, strutted over to them. She was licking her hand clean from all the cum layered over it.

“Did you guys say somebody needed to be smothered with tits?”

Layla—short, redheaded, and impossibly busty—was always full of fire. She had on a bright yellow dress, wearing the same tiny white coat as Carmen and Natalie.

“Oh, no. We were just talking about ...” Natalie struggled. “A thing. Some kind of ... bad thing.”

Gosh, it was hard to remember anything around such hotties. Especially when Layla was licking her cum-covered hand like it was a sacred meal, and all Natalie could think about doing was falling on her knees in front of Jake.

The three friends walked together to the meeting, enjoying the admiring stares of the custodial staff and patients who watched them pass.

Enjoy it while you can, boys, Natalie thought. Pretty soon only my Man will enjoy the sight of my ass.

But ... well, no. Natalie's head fluttered for a moment. It wasn't like Jake was going to lock her away. She would still have a job. Like, probably. If he let her.

Plus, men would look at her whenever Jake decided to take her out and show her off. That would be so hot.

“I've got to run to the ladies room,” chirped Carmen as they were right outside the meeting room, “but I'll be right back!”

Natalie and Layla both giggled mirthfully. They knew Carmen's visit to the ladies' room was probably for the same reason that most of theirs would be—to slip in a quick finger-fuck session before having to do anything remotely serious.

Hand-in-hand, Natalie and Layla entered the vibrantly colored meeting room. The walls were fun orange, all the chairs bright green. It was like sitting in sherbet.

Female Designs had delivered the chairs and the paint only last week. The custodial staff originally anticipated it would take a month to paint the hospital. Instead, they got it done in three days. Looking at the paint, smelling its wonderful scent, just filled them with good, hard-working vibes, the workers had said.

Dr. Adler walked in the room last. All the girls hushed up, making sure they were paying attention. Listening to the boss was so important to Natalie. It was almost as important as it was to listen to her Man.

Dr. Adler strode up to the podium and snapped his fingers at the front row of girls.

“If someone would do me the honors, so I can concentrate ...”

Layla hopped forward, edging out the girls who were raising their hands politely. Staring back at them with a hot, haughty little smile, she slid up between the doctor's knees and took his cock into her mouth. She slurped loudly as he shuffled his papers about. His hands flexed and re-flexed on the podium.

They could all see when he came—the slight repositioning of his chest and stomach, his little shudders. This happened every half-minute or so. And they could all see Layla responding—her legs splaying outward a little more, the hot, heavy spearmint scent of her cum-happy pussy flowing into the crowded, busty room.

“All right, ladies, let's have a look at the numbers, shall we?”

He pressed a button on a little remote. The projector on the ceiling started up, pushing out images onto the stand next to him. A large, bright pink digit showed up.

“This is the number two. Now, how can we remember the number two? Yes, Natalie?”

“Because it's how many titties we have!”

“That's right! Good girl.”

Natalie shuddered blissfully with the praise.

“Now, why is the number two important? Anyone? Anyone?”

Another girl, some pretty brunette that Natalie didn't know the name of, cautiously raised a hand.

“Yes, dear?”

“Because it's how many cums we have to give to each patient?”

“That's right!” He tried to nod encouragingly, but ended up shuddering again, emptying himself into Layla once more. “Every patient in here should expect at least two orgasms before they leave. Now, Natalie was kind enough to bring to my attention that you girls who are serious about a boy should only have to give handies or maybe just do a little dance to guide their jack off sessions. That seems perfectly all right with me.”

Natalie beamed. It was so nice to be recognized for the hard brainstuff that she worked on. In front of the room, Layla's legs were almost completely spread out, and the luscious redhead was held up entirely by her grip around Dr. Adler's thighs.

“One other announcment, girls. I can't possibly stress this enough—one of you has to be sucking me off at all times. If you're not, then I can't focus on the paperwork that your paychecks require. Without those, good luck getting more clothes when they wear out in a few months.”

“Yes, Doctor Adler!” they chorused.

“Good girls. Now, you also need to remember to stick very closely to the schedule. Poor Kat got stuck sucking me off for four straight hours the other day, and when one of you ...” his gaze zeroed in on the dark-haired vixen in question, “ ... finally decided to relieve her, Kat was so cumdrunk that she couldn't even walk to the breakroom. Now, I know it's tempting to let a girl get that cumdrunk because of how silly and horny you can get, but really, ladies, let's try and be adults about this.”

“Yes, Doctor Adler!”

“Good girls. All right, then, if there's nothing else, Doc Maddie ...”

He waved his hand to the barely-recognizable-as-a-doctor that stood up in front of the podium. She graciously grabbed the remote out of the hands of Dr. Adler, who was already focusing intently on the apparently-heavenly blowjob that Layla was delivering.

Doc Maddie was a wonderfully buxom woman, her dark hair perfectly coiffed around her beautiful face. She looked like a fashion model from the nineties, her face elegant and timeless, with a beautiful jaw, regal nose, full lips, and eyes full of lustful mystery.

For some reason, Natalie had a memory of her being some old stodgy, wrinkled lady, short and short-tempered. But that didn't make any sense. Sure, Doc Maddie was one of the older girls in town, being like maybe almost twenty-nine and all. But she didn't seem to let it get her down at all.

The youthful doctor clapped her hands in excitement. “Okay, girls! New dress code! It's like, super totally fun, don't stress!”

She pressed a button on the remote. Behind her, Dr. Adler grabbed Layla's head, fucking her face furiously. Desperate, wet sounds filled the little room. If Doc Maddie noticed, she didn't show it.

“Now, from now on, all you hot nurses are going to be wearing white as your dominant color. It's not, like not fair to any girls who walk in, looking totally hot in green, if we're wearing green too! Now, when it comes to like, footwear and armwear, you'll still be able to wear whatever color you want ...”

Natalie zoned out, imagining herself in white all the time. She knew she would be wearing white soon enough.

She'd be getting married in her beautiful white dress, already picked out from Female Designs, looking happier and sexier than she ever had before. It was such an honor, being married to Jake. Such a hot, erotic honor that she was so thrilled to be able to achieve.

Next to her, a hot blonde with bright red lips was idly playing with her clit, watching the slideshow with all the pretty dress and skirt combinations. The whole room was full of beauties who couldn't contain themselves, their hands sliding up their tight dresses and short skirts to adore themselves.

Natalie knew she had to leave. It wasn't fair to start playing with herself, calling out Jake's name, when there were so many unlucky girls who didn't have a Jake of their own!

She rushed out of the room, not even apologizing, and slipped  slipped into the nearby medical lab, completely overcome with her need.

At some point, the lab was used to like, look at blood samples or something like that. Natalie felt like she had used to know what it was for. But these days, it was just used to hold old boxes of useless stuff like needles and syringes and IV bags.

Natalie wasn't alone in the supply room. As she stood behind a tall row of boxes, she saw the intern Carmen and her Jake, talking to each other in the corner.

What were they doing here? More importantly, what were they doing here, together?

“I don't get it, Carmen. I thought you said Natalie was in here studying something? I just wanted to surprise her for lunch.”

Oh, he was here to meet her. That was okay, then. Jake scratched his head, and Natalie could see the hot bulge of his bicep, the heart-throbbing granite slabs of his shoulders and back through his tight black tee shirt. Natalie almost stepped out, but then she watched Carmen slide her booted leg around Jake's.

W-what?

“Oh, right. I guess she's not.” Carmen slid her fingers inside of Jake's belt buckle. “I guess that means you and I are all alone, huh?”

Jake stepped away. Natalie could have kissed him, right there. Yes! Good Man! She had such a good Man.

“Listen, Carmen. I'm with Natalie. So ...”

Carmen stepped forward, replacing her fingers around his belt loop, using more of them this time.

“Oh, I know, Jake.” Her voice so soft and sweet. Insistent. “It's just ... well, Jake. I have eyes. I can see you looking at me. And like, I know you want to fuck me. God, you probably want to breed me stupid. Why wouldn't you? I'm super fertile. I bet I could have triplets. I know you want to rip this flimsy little dress off my body and fuck me like the little cock hungry slut I am. And I'm just standing here, wondering, how come you aren't?”

“Listen, babe ...” he put up his hands. “I got a fiance.”

Natalie could have cheered. Yes, she cheered in her head. A hot, wonderful fiance who loves sucking your wonderful cock! I'll suck you off until I'm so cumdrunk I can't even walk straight again! Just get away from her!

Carmen pouted, moving closer to him. Her tits mashing hotly against his thick, muscular chest.

“I'm better than her, Jake. Aren't I?”

Carmen's hands sunk to his big bulge. Natalie watched in growing horror as Jake did nothing to stop her. The beautiful Hispanic's fingers seemed so small and light compared to the throbbing, hot pole of manhood beneath his pants.

Why wasn't Jake stopping her?

And, for that matter, why was Natalie shoving her fingers inside of her own pussy, watching in lust?

Jake wrapped his big arms around Carmen. He pulled down her dress easily. Fuck, he was so strong and smart, working like that. Carmen's educated hands pushed down Jake's pants. Very quickly, he was shoving his clearly hard, unprotected cock deep inside Carmen's juicy, wet pussy. He pushed Carmen against the nearby shelf, lifting her up off the floor entirely.

Carmen lifted her legs were up around his head, and he held her there easily, lifting her above his head and then slamming her down onto his shaft again and again.

“Oh my God, Jake!” Carmen moaned. “Oh Sir! Sir! Sir!”

Natalie was furious, her entire body flushed red. Natalie was hopelessly turned on, fingering her pussy and squeezing her thick tits. Natalie was, almost more than anything else, jealous.

Why hadn't he ever fucked her like that?

To make matters worse, Carmen wouldn't stop crying out hot tidbits.

“I deserve you more than her!” the hot teen yelled. “I'm better than her!”

“Better!” he grunted, fucking her even more vigorously. “Better than her!”

Natalie couldn't help but watch her man fuck the shit out of that tiny girl. God, he was so big and strong, his thick masculine musk stretching out even to where Natalie was standing.

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed against the nearby boxes to keep herself standing. One hand slipped inside of her flimsy, silk panties.

God, he was just fucking the hell out of Carmen. His cock so bare. His seed was going to splash right into her fertile fuckwomb. Why couldn't she do anything but finger her pretty little pussy while her man banged such a hot, beautiful teenage babe?

“I'm gonna cum,” Jake grunted. “Gonna cum right in your belly.”

“Oh yes, Sir! Please!”

Natalie cried out in hot, thrilling, shameful orgasm when the two of them came together. She watched Jake's cute ass tense up, his muscles flexing hotly as he poured himself into the lovely teen intern. Natalie fell against the nearby boxes, knocking them over.

Jake let Carmen fall to the ground. The pretty Hispanic landed with a cumdrunk giggle. A hot, white puddle quickly started forming from underneath her overflowing pussy. Jake turned around, struggled to pull up his pants. His eyes went wide as he saw who had been watching them.

“Natalie?” His face almost white with shock. “What are you doing here, babe?”

“Don't talk to me!” she tried to scream. It came out, instead, as a very high-pitched whimper. “It's over! We're done! The engagement is off!”

She stormed out of the hospital, believing she was leaving her life behind her.

* * * * *

Natalie spent the next two days crying her eyes out, locked up in her small apartment. She wanted to tell everyone the wedding was off, but she was too embarrassed. She even confirmed the date and the date with a photographer, a DJ, and the florist.

It was early morning, now, and she needed a shower. She hoped that it would clear her mind a bit. She stepped out of the blissfully soft sheets of the bed and into her small bathroom with its large mirror and linoleum flooring. She turned on the water and sighed.

Her will felt like it had been eclipsed totally.

She missed Jake's sure nature. She missed the way decisions just came to him, like he had them stored in some toolbox he carried around with him.

The walls of her apartment seemed incredibly thin, and she could hear the hot, tangible sounds of sweet, hard fucking from all her neighbors.

When she wasn't crying, she had tried reading fashion magazines while sitting on the cheap wooden furniture of her half-kitchen, or tried stretching on the brown, faded carpet of her small living room, or any other number of distractions. But, with each new activity, there was a new moan or a new grunt or a new vibration from the numerous apartments around her, each filled with the pussy-moistening sounds of beautifully hard fucking.

Hard fucking just like Jake had been fucking Carmen. Like Jake hadn't ever fucked her.

Obviously, Jake had fucked Natalie. And at the time, she had loved every second of it. Whenever she started fingering herself, trying to think about something pleasant, it started off by imagining Jake inside her.

But every time she came, it was to the scorching hot, humiliating image of Jake fucking Carmen's beautiful teen body. Sometimes, Carmen changed into someone else—Layla, or Doc Maddie, or Queen Kimberly. It was like she couldn't help but imagine her wonderful man fucking all the hot women in the world.

As she washed in the shower, she could just almost piece it together. How something was ... wrong. Something was just off in Favor City. It was like, men were in charge, and women were doing what men wanted, and that was good, but wasn't there something different that used to exist?

Wasn't there some way of looking at this that wasn't what she was doing?

The thought would edge around her consciousness, fluttering like a pretty butterfly that was just out of reach. But then Natalie would start thinking about butterflies and how pretty they were, what wonderful little decorations they were to nature, and then that would start her thinking about all of the ways her body was a wonderful decoration on its own, and then she wouldn't be able to stop thinking about her wet, twin decorations dominating her midsection, so shiny and large and succulent and cum-happy and how if she bent her head down she could just suck her own nipples ohhh yummy yummy yummy!

Just before she came again, again, all her tiny little mind could imagine was the thought of her hubby-to-be forcefully fucking another hot girl.

When she recovered herself, miraculously still standing in the shower, she wished, somehow, that the thought of her Man fucking around didn't turn her on so much.

She stepped out of the shower, feeling wonderful, to the doorbell ringing. For a moment, she almost didn't answer it—she wasn't dressed, after all—but then she remembered how it was only proper for anyone who came by to see what a dynamite body she had.

Natalie's body really was spectacular. If she wasn't like, a super smart medical person, she would know it was totally silly for her to think that her hair had gotten more bright platinum blond, or that her tits had become even larger, or that her legs were more lusciously toned and long than the day before.

So, she kept the towel on, letting it grace her delightful curves. It clung happily to her wide hips.

At the door was Carmen, looking stunning. Her thick black hair was all teased out, falling in waves down past her back, and a short denim skirt and tight t-shirt—sporting a cute graphic of hearts and butterflies—was stretched out over her big tits. She looked every bit the eighteen year-old sex goddess that she was.

Her arms were gathered up under her tits, her face full of apology. Natalie felt fury rush through her, hot and vicious.

“You—you—you—”

Carmen nodded sympathetically, her big eyes brimming with understanding and sadness.

“I know! I'm a total bitch,”  the stunning teen said, right away. “I'm so sorry about what happened. Like, I get totally how you could be upset, and I feel so bad.”

She stepped close to Natalie. She smelled so wonderful. Like rich caramel.

“If you'll let me in,” said Carmen, “Like, I'm sure we can work it out. That's what Jake deserves—for the girls he likes to get along, right?”

What Jake deserves. Oh yes. Jake deserves so much.

No, wait, thought Natalie. Jake cheated. He deserved a good solid talking-to ... but somehow, she was already nodding and guiding Carmen inside.

Natalie had to be a good host. If she was going to be a good wife, she would have to learn how to play hostess. Maybe Natalie wouldn't be Jake's wife, but she certainly would be someone's. After all, a wonderful babe like her couldn't stay unattached for very long.

She guided Carmen to the small living room, where they sat down on the small blue couch in front of the television. The legs of the two beauties slid close to each other. Natalie had to admit that the feel of someone else's skin—especially when it was a hot, young thing like Carmen—felt amazing.

That feeling only intensified when Carmen slid her warm, tender hands around Natalie's, staring soulfully into the blonde's big green eyes.

“It's like, sometimes I barely even know what's what?” said Carmen. “Two weeks ago, I was like, just eighteen and totally a virgin and you know, gearing up for college. I had never even had a boyfriend. And then I bought some fun new clothes, and then it was like, wow! Every guy I see thinks I'm amazing and wants to bone me.”

Carmen sniffed, her eyes welling up.

“I just didn't know how to handle all that attention. But like, it's okay. I don't expect you to understand. You're so pretty, Natalie. I figured you could have any guy you wanted, ever. So, that's why, like, I thought it wouldn't be a problem for Jake to fuck me a little.”

Natalie's heart just swelled with Carmen's candidness. It was so hard to stay completely angry at the poor sexy teen when she was being so reticent. And, of course, when Carmen's smell was so delicious and sexy. Natalie almost felt like she could feel soft, invisible fingers pressing into her pussy, moistening her up.

“Oh dear,” Natalie shook her head, clasping Carmen's hands firmly. “I was a total nerd, too! That's why I was so upset. I mean, if I was some mega hottie, I don't think I'd mind Jake fucking around a bit, because I'd know that he'd always want to come back to me. But with you being so gorgeous, and I'm like, just a nurse ... ”

“Don't be silly, girl. Nurses are hot! You get to wear those hot coats and everything.”

Natalie nodded.

“Well, students are pretty hot too. You get to wear like, tiny pleated skirts. And have like, glasses on and pens in your mouth.”

They giggled together. Natalie's hand moved past Carmen's, riding up onto her elbow, tugging her closer to inhale even more of that perfect rich scent.

“I guess we have more in common than we thought?”

Carmen nodded, smiling brightly.

“Totally! I mean, gosh, Natalie, if all that is true, then maybe like, we're both super hotties?”

For a moment there was silence as Natalie looked away, considering. When she looked back at Carmen, the Hispanic had moved her face much closer.

“You really are just so fucking hot!”

Breathing hard, Carmen kissed Natalie, her tongue sliding deep into the blonde's pert, hot mouth. Natalie moaned, feeling Carmen's hands slide up easily through the open space of her towel. The two beauties moaned into each other's mouths, each lost in the hot, easy feeling of the brilliant sexiness of the other's bodies. Carmen pawed openly at Natalie's big, barely-covered tits, and Natalie could not help but do the same.

Carmen was the one to break the kiss, looking around for a moment, her thick dark hair waving.

“Do you think you could show me the ring?” Carmen rubbed her thumb and index finger around Natalie's thick, berry-like nipple. “I'm like, super jealous of you, I have to say. I'd love to know what he gave you.”

Two strong feelings stirred in Natalie. The first was to say no—no, that the ring should stay put up where she had locked it away. That was what had started this entire mess.

But the other feeling—the much stronger feeling—was to gasp at the hot, easy feeling of lust that rose up in her as Carmen touched her nipple. That feeling said to grin and giggle and hop up to go grab the ring straightaway, and that's what she did.

In truth, she wanted to make Carmen feel horribly jealous. She couldn't help but want to rub the teen's nose in how much Jake loved her over Carmen, even with their recent connection.

She supposed that made her something of a bitch, but oh well. Carmen had fucked Jake, right in front of Natalie! Natalie deserved a little bit of revenge.

Natalie strutted over to the table in the living room where she had stuffed the ring inside of two days ago. She slipped it out of the silk cloth she had put it in, and then slipped it on without thinking twice, presenting it to Carmen proudly. Hot, easy thrills started looping from her pussy to the sex-crazy mush of her brain almost immediately.

“Oh wow!” Carmen said, her big tits heaving in her tiny top. “It's so pretty!”

Natalie looked at it with Carmen. It was pretty. She sat down next to Carmen again, their legs further intertwined.

“Jake is like, so good to you, for giving you a ring like this.”

Natalie nodded. “Jake is really so good to me, for giving me a ring like this.”

They giggled, closing in on each other. The long, hot moist tangle of Natalie's hair started sweeping up against Carmen's shimmering dark locks. Their tits crushed against each other, the ring held in Natalie's hands on top of their combined cleavage. Each girl's pair big, bright eyes was totally transfixed on the sparkling spiral of the ring.

“You're so pretty, to get a ring like this,” Carmen said. Her voice getting quieter.

“I'm so pretty,” Natalie sighed. “Getting a ring like this.”

“Jake deserves so many pretty girls.”

“So many,” Natalie breathed happily and nodded. “Pretty girls.”

“So many pretty girls,” Carmen said again.

They were both breathing so hard. It was making Natalie horribly excited, the way her thick, hot nipples pressed up against Carmen's.

“Girls like you and me,” said Natalie. “Jake deserves us.”

She really ought to be fine with Jake having girlfriends on top of herself. After all, she needed to be a good wife to him.

Sparkle, sparkle.

Somehow, they started sliding off the couch, pushing closer and closer against each other. The need to kiss was almost impossible to overcome, but the need to keep staring at the pretty pretty spiral ring was even greater.

So, the two girls knelt down in front of each other on the floor, their hot faces sliding up against each other as they cooed and moaned. Each babe was completely transfixed with the ring in Natalie's free hand.

Natalie's other hand was busy servicing Carmen's clit and pussy, just as Carmen's hand was servicing Natalie's.

“Serve Jake,” Natalie moaned.

“Serve Jake,” Carmen echoed.

Natalie's hand was quickly dripping, sopping wet, the same as her pussy as Carmen lovingly finger-fucked it. Very quickly, the two gorgeous bimbos forgot how to say words entirely. Words were too complicated and smart for empty-headed little fuckdolls like them.

All they could think of was their Jake's enormous cock filling them up. All they knew was that they needed to serve him exactly how he deserved. They were just hot girly girl babes, and he was a big strong man who totally deserved all the hot pussy in the world.

The two scorching hotties continued their hot, soulful finger-fucks, happily staring into the spiral ring on top of the slippery hot meshing of their cleavage as more and more of their minds and personalities were sucked away, replaced completely with giggly, hot, submissive servitude that wanted nothing but to adore and worship the thick, hard cock of the man they had recognized as deserving them.

Their first orgasms shook their bodies completely, but still they held on to each other, fingers practically melted into the others' pussy now. They couldn't let go now. They were being such good girls.

Natalie adored Carmen. Had always adored Carmen. Wasn't it silly, how she thought she hadn't? That was such an odd little brain lapse she had. It would be better to think if they had always been friends.

Oh yes. Friends their whole life, each girl the same age at just eighteen. They went through high school together, hoping beyond hope that they would find a man who would love them both for who they were. They had always dreamt of getting pregnant together, sharing a man and showing off their twin baby bumps around town.

“Sooo lucky,” Natalie managed to blurt out.

Carmen moaned in agreement. They were lucky to find Jake. Natalie only just edged out Carmen a little bit, being the one who Jake proposed to. But, they each knew that Jake proposing to one was just like Jake proposing to both, really. They would each be serving him for as long as he wanted.

Natalie would be a perfect wife. And Carmen would be there to replace her if Jake ever tired of her, which Natalie thought was just so good of Carmen to do.

They came again, each moaning Jake's name.

They slept and woke, each still fingering the other. Dawn came and went, and they were still staring deep into the spirally sparkly ring, adoring each other's gorgeous tits. Adoring Jake. Murmuring out hot, needy praises of everything about him.

They knew, more than anything, that they were being such good girls.

* * * * *

On Friday, two days after Carmen arrived at Natalie's apartment, the incredibly-built blonde went to go see Jake.

For the entirety of Thursday, she and Carmen made blissful, thought-free, carefree love. They licked each other's clits for hours on end, their tanned, busty bodies becoming shiny and slick with pussy juices.

But, even as good as that was, Natalie knew it was nowhere near as good as having her Man's beautifully thick rod fill her up again. So, she made out to go see him and beg for his forgiveness.

She was dressed to kill in a tiny orange strapless minidress. Her shoulders were bare, the fabric of the sinfully thin dress staying on her body only by virtue of being incredibly clingy. The way it hugged her tight, sensuously muscled body, it was easy for any passerby to imagine sliding it up just a couple of inches to reveal her bare ready-to-fuck pussy, or slide it down barely a centimeter to reveal her jaw-droppingly gorgeous tits.

Her long, heart-attack inducing legs were decorated with tight, hot orange leather boots that stretched up right past her knees, long flashy white zippers striping down the sides. A big, funky white leather belt with no real purpose was around her waist, highlighting her already smashing hourglass figure and the disparity between her hips' width and the succulent slenderness of her waist. Her thick blond hair, spreading out down her back in a thousand hot locks, only re-emphasized her perfect figure.

Natalie carried a thick, long duffel bag with her. The contents of the bag was somewhere over a hundred pounds, but it was no problem for her to lug it along. A good girl slavewife had to be so strong to keep up with her stud husband's fucking, and Natalie aimed to be no exception.

He answered the door of his apartment, dressed in sweatpants and a blue a-frame tee. His muscles, always so tight and cut, looked even bigger than they had at the start of the week. Natalie felt her knees go all rubbery at the sight of him.

“Oh,” he said, looking her up and down—mostly down, directly into the perfect valley of her cleavage. “Natalie. Wow. You look ... um, really hot.”

The bag in her hands slid to the ground as Natalie just melted completely.

“Oh, gosh,” she purred, clasping her hands together. “Do you really mean it?”

Unable to contain herself or wait for an answer, she slid her arms around her Man, kissing his neck.

“I've missed you, baby.” She licked his ear. “Please, please won't you take me back? I've been so very terrible to you.”

Jake slid his hand between the crack of her ass. He seemed somewhat stunned, still, but unable to help himself in front of Natalie's hotness.

“Of course I'll take you back,” he said, pulling her inside.

Natalie made sure to grab the bag and lug it inside before he closed the door behind them. The contents squeaked a bit as she set it down near the wall of the entry.

“Really, Natalie, I should be the one asking you to take me back. I apologize.” He shook his head, moving away from her, staring out the window. It was a bright, sunny day. “I don't know what came over me. I mean, you're so much woman. You're an incredible woman.”

“Girl,” she corrected him.

Or slut. Babe. Hottie. Any of those terms were more correct.

“Right. Girl,” he nodded. “Such an incredible girl.”

She tried to move closer to him, but he edged away again. 

“I just ... it's really hard for me to think straight, lately. All I want to spend time on is fucking as much pussy as I can. I really don't understand it.”

She giggled. “I do, stud. Gosh, you're such a stud.” She traced a line down his thick, hot arm. “How could you want to do anything but fuck hot, helpless babes like me into perfect hot submission?”

Shaking his head, he stepped away from her once again. In the corner of the living room was a laundry basket. He picked up a few shirts from it.

She tsked. Men didn't do the laundry. That was woman's work. She would have to punish herself for letting things lax so much. She would do it later, wearing extra high heels as she licked his balls while he slept. Yes, that was fair.

He deserved to be adored all the time, even when he was sleeping. That was how a good girl obeyed her man.

“You see this shirt?” he held up a plain gray undershirt. “I had this shirt on, and all I could think about was fucking that Carmen chick. I just saw her, and knew I needed to pump her full of my seed.”

Natalie's eyes lit up. Fuck. He would get Carmen so pregnant. Both Carmen and Natalie, in fact. Her tits crushed together as she squeezed her hands together and nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yeah, baby. I bet you did.”

“N-no, Natalie, hon. Look.”

He threw the shirt down, putting his hands on her hips. She licked her lips, pushing herself forward. If he moved his hands up to her waist, he would find out that his big fingers could wrap all the way around and touch each other. A good girl's midsection didn't need to be too big. Especially not a married good girl's waist—after all, it wasn't like she needed that much room to accommodate her planned diet of subsisting solely off of Jake's cum.

“Yes,” she said, breathing happily. “I'll look. What would you like me to look at?”

“Aren't you worried that people are acting a little strange? I mean, I fucked another girl, doll. That's not like me.”

She nodded thoughtfully.

“I think I understand. You want your personality to be more like someone who fucks lots of girls.”

He didn't say anything, so she felt the need to follow up.

“Like you deserve,” she offered.

“Y-you want me to fuck other women?”

Natalie giggled. “Oh, baby. I can hardly stop you. We've proved that. I'm just happy you decided to fuck Carmen. I mean, isn't it every girl's dream for her Man to choose to fuck her best friend?”

“Y-you and Carmen are best friends? But ... what? She's like ... years younger than you, and ...”

His protests, weak as they were, were cut off abruptly as she slid her tongue into his mouth and wrapped her hand around the thick bulge in his pants.

“She's the same age as me, stud. I know how many hot, eighteen year-old sluts you deserve begging for your cock. Begging to get pregnant by your super alpha rod. And if it's something you need, then I want you to have it. I just ... I j-just want to be your best teen girl, is that okay? Can that be true?”

He nodded dumbly. “O-of course, doll. I'm just really ... surprised. I mean ...”

His mouth was still hanging open. Feeling the need to expound, she reluctantly moved away from his manly grip and strutted toward her duffel bag.

“I have something in here for you to show you what I mean.”

She unzipped the bag, and tugged at the first thing she could find inside. The first thing Jake could see were bound hands and long dark hair.

“Holy shit, Natalie. You kidnapped a girl?”

He paused, gaping, as Natalie pulled her “captive” all the way out of the bag.

“Is that fucking Carmen?” Jake put a hand to his head. “Shit! You kidnapped Carmen?”

Natalie giggled helplessly.

“Kidnapped?”

She looked down at Carmen. Her hands and feet tied together behind her, her mouth gagged with two pairs of silk panties. Her dark hair covered her body almost entirely, so thick and shiny. She wore a bright yellow sundress. Little canaries were painted on the platforms of her tall, tall platform heels.

“Oh, all that. No.” She shook her head. Her blond tangle whipped into Carmen's gagged face. “She just asked me to present her like this. She said it was, like, important, to show you how you had all the power.”

Jake still looked somewhat terrified, his eyes widening at the two. Carmen just moaned in her bonds, squirming uselessly. The feel of the rope, and her inability to get out, seemed to arouse her a great deal.

Natalie bent over at the waist, grabbing Carmen's head and pulling her up onto her knees by the elegant curve of her young chin.

Carmen looked on with big, needy brown eyes as Natalie unzipped Jake's pants and presented his hot pillar of meat, stroking it happily.

“We have like, a partnership,” Natalie purred as she stroked. “And so Carmen needs to know that when you fuck her, it's because you know I want you to. That I love the idea of you drilling hot, horny teen babes until they can't walk. You'll fuck them all so hard, Jake baby, you fucking hunkstud. I just know you will.”

Winking mockingly at Carmen, she stroked Jake even harder. It was so fun to be haughty toward Carmen, even though they were best friends. It was so fun to shove it in the Hispanic's face, this cock that Natalie was hot enough to feel whenever she wanted. It just turned her on immensely to show how she was above Carmen.

“We have to teach our little slut a lesson, Jake. Would you like that, stud? Do you want me to stroke you off into her helpless little face? Can you help me prove to her that I'm the perfect girl to be your wife, so she'll stay in line for us?”

Carmen moaned through her gag and nodded, eager pleas written across her face. Her big brown eyes so wide.

“Oh, fuck,” Jake moaned. “Wow. That's so ...”

Almost tenderly, he ran his hand over Carmen's face, snapping the band of the panties wrapped around her face.

“ ... that's so hot.”

His cock was throbbing hard now. Precum oozed out of the tip, and Natalie used it to lubricate her hand and his shaft. Kneeling down, she kept stroking, but added her tongue to the mix, licking her Man's big balls as he stroked her and Carmen's hair. Her tits crushed against Carmen's, all four big hot breasts pushing hard into Jake's legs.

The two girls stared at their Man with complete adoration in their eyes, fascinated and in love with every new movement he made. Every tiny little twitch was an excuse to gasp in delighted surprise that he existed, that he was real, that he was their dreamdoll ace-stud come to life, being so good as to present them with his enormous cock.

It appeared like it was too much for their Man to keep up with for long. He kept moaning out how it was so hot, the two of them like that. How big their tits were, how hot their faces looked.

He came furiously, his cock spurting out what seemed like gallons of cum on the two of them. First Carmen's bound and gagged body was covered with his hot, creamy white gift. It ran down her tits and into her ass in hot little rivers of goo, ruining her yellow dress.

But he kept fountaining out, and Natalie had to latch herself to his cock to try and swallow some down straight from the source. Very soon, though, it was too much even for her to handle, and she had to let go as he sprayed her face and tits. Her entire dress, her hot orange outfit was layered with cum just like Carmen was, like icing on her hot bimbo cake.

He breathed heavily, his muscles flexing as he leaned against the nearby wall for support.

“Thank you, Sir,” Natalie cooed, licking Carmen's face and tits clean.

She could hear Carmen moaning something similar through her panties.

“You've marked us both, Sir,” Natalie moaned. “Now everyone will know you own us.”

It was such a happy, wonderful feeling, being owned by their big strong man.

* * * * *

The ceremony was just completely lovely, held in a small chapel in the middle of town. Like so much of Favor City, the building had been furnished by Female Designs, with thick, soft carpet on the ground, and sexy leather seats on all of the benches. The windows were tall and wide, letting in plenty of sunlight.

Most of Natalie and Jake's families lived out of town, and none of them had been able to RSVP. Everyone was too busy having a terrific time screwing. Natalie hardly minded. All she needed at the wedding was her own gorgeous self and her big, strong Man to marry.

So, the wedding was populated largely by Natalie's friends from the hospital. The big-titted vixens all had a man with them, many of them sharing one man. More than one stud had the triad formation working—two girls on either side whispering and licking in his ear, with a third girl suckling happily on his enormous cock.

Natalie, peeking out from her position at the back of the chapel, could see her bridesmaid Layla happily slurping away at some lucky groomsman's cock near the altar.

Taking a moment to look down at herself in one of the chapel's many mirrors, Natalie once again noted how her wedding outfit was just so elegant and beautiful. From her lacy, frilly opera-style gloves to her eight-inch platform heels, she was completely covered in white. Her thong panties were crisped with little white jewels, and her lingerie bra, made entirely out of tiny, sparse threads of silk, clung for dear life around her enormous rack. A tiny sheer cloth hung from the edge of the bra. It was such a perfect bridal gown.

Finally, the procession music started. Quickly arranging the long, lacy silk train attached to her elaborate bra, Natalie began her long crawl down the aisle. This act was so important, though of course she had knelt down and sworn her undying love and fealty to Jake for many days before this.

This crawling today was symbolic—it was a message to everyone she knew that Jake was her number one man, and that he came before everyone else in her life.

The crowd stayed sitting down as she passed. It was more comfortable for them that way. They all watched her, though—how could they not want to watch such a hot babe crawl, her wonderful ass and back on display?

She made her way all the way up to the front of the chapel, where her man and Carmen waited at the altar. The altar looked like a sort of large stone bench. Carmen, totally naked, was settled on top of the stone as Jake, also naked, casually fucked her, waiting for Natalie to finish her wedding crawl.

Carmen, sweet little Carmen, had volunteered to be their pleasure-girl during the ceremony. The hot teen's legs were wrapped around Jake's naked waist, and the enormous, mouthwateringly fuck-off huge cock of Jake's was buried to the hilt inside of Carmen's splendid little body. A small white collar with a gold buckle sat on Carmen's perfectly muscled abdomen.

The purpose of the pleasure-girl was to ensure that the man didn't get so aroused, after seeing the bride's customary bridal outfit, that he fucked the bride senseless before the ceremony was over. In a few moments, once Natalie was in position, Carmen would also serve to give the bride enough orgasms so that she could have a few lucid moments outside of the ever-present haze of lust permeating through her cockhungry brain.

Natalie finally stood up and took her place across from Jake, sighing happily as she examined him. He was so strong and tall, each muscle a hulking granite block of masculinity. She slid her pussy across Carmen's open, waiting mouth, feeling her body heat up even more as the teen's educated tongue went to work on her hypersensitive pussy.

There was no one standing behind Natalie, as everything she owned and thought and wanted belonged to Jake anyway. That's what becoming a hot little slavewife was all about. So her bridesmaids from the hospital were on their knees behind Jake, eagerly sucking the cocks of his groomsmen. The groomsmen, all grins, traded high fives until the wedding officiant began speaking.

Behind the altar was a television screen, which served to present the wedding officiant. He was just a handsome, blond-haired man in a white suit transmitted on the screen. A recording. Nobody seemed to mind.

This was all normal. This was how weddings worked.

It had been discovered that if another man was nearby when a husband was taking his wife for the first time, fights would break out. It was just simpler and more reliable if the officiant was remote, instead.

The ceremony itself was short and to the point.

“We are gathered here today,” the officiant said, his voice crisp and clear, “because hot babes belong on their knees in front of real men, doing everything they can to earn a pregnancy from his potent male spunk. And sometimes, a man is so damn good, he deserves to have a babe that is exclusive to him. That's a real cool thing, folks. I hope you realize that. So, let's get down to it.”

He turned to his left, giving the impression that he was actually addressing Natalie.

“If you take this man to be your masterhusband, to obey and to adore, to gather new fuckslaves for whenever he feels like he deserves them, to be as pregnant as possible at all times, to be completely compliant in all possible ways, and to always kneel in his presence, cum now.”

She hadn't stopped cumming for what felt like days now.

“MmmhmmM!” she moaned in ecstasy.

“If you take this woman to be your slavewife, to protect and to own, to command and to sometimes pay attention to if you feel like it, cum now.”

He did. Carmen bucked on the altar as he filled her, her tongue sliding far up into Natalie's pussy. Natalie had trouble standing, watching her Man's thick muscles jerk so hotly.

It was so hot, Natalie thought, how she could see the hot, white drops of her soon-to-be husband's cum dripping out of her girlfriend's tight pussy.

The officiant's smile was bright and wide.

“I now pronounce you Master and slavewife.”

A happy round of applause went up through the chapel. The officiant smiled, putting his hands on his hips.

“You may now collar and fuck your bride.”

Jake growled gutterly, snatching the collar off of Carmen's taut belly before pushing her off the altar altogether. The hot Hispanic teen giggled as she bounced onto the ground, her tits bouncing with the jarring movement.

The entire crowd started cooing with anticipation. Nobody noticed as the television flickered off to still photos of Queen Kimberly, posing in the newest cheerleader-lingerie line from Female Designs. In the small chapel, the sexy soft slurping sounds of dozens of fellatio-flinging foxes increased in intensity as their Men starting pumping harder than ever.

Up on the altar, Natalie hardly noticed the growing orgy in the rest of the room or the increasingly pornographic nature of the photos on the television behind her. Her pussy, and therefore her mind, was too busy cumming with anticipation as Jake's cock edged nearer and nearer to her angelic slit.

Jake pushed Natalie down, taking the collar that had been resting on Carmen's stomach and snapping it around her neck with a little click.

Finally, he entered her with his unprotected cock. There had never been a happier moment in her life than that, her hot fertile folds molding around his cock, sealing their marriage forever.

Feeling thoroughly naughty, Natalie wrapped her legs around her Master's head. He lifted her up high, strong hands on her perfect ass. This would be the same way that he fucked Carmen, not too long ago.

Natalie reveled in the fact that she would be fucked by him better than Carmen ever was. Carmen was a hot little fucktoy, no doubt, and a great pussylicker to have for a best friend, but Natalie was a slavewife. She was Jake's prime real estate, his number one piece of property.

Of course, Jake deserved lots of slavewives. Probably Carmen would be chosen to be a second or a third down the line. But Natalie was the first, and nothing could ever change that.

“You're my little fuckwhore slut,” Jake grunted. “I own your body. I own your fucking tits. I own your pussy.”

Each new word he said, he dropped her down and shoved inside of her again. She lost count of her orgasms, each one rolling on top of the next one, just like her own words of affirmation to everything Jake said

“Fuckwhore slut! Own my body! Own my tits! Own my pussy!”

His shaft pumped into her again and again, the thick rod of his meat completely enveloped by her bimbo-hot warmth. There was no part of her not designed exclusively for his use. His pace picked up, dropping her harder and harder onto the thick hard rod of his manhood, and then even he picked up the pace again. Natalie felt like she was going to break in half.

In front of the entire orgiastic crowd, Jake came inside of his new slavewife. His thick, liquid warmth filled her, completed her. She was almost certainly pregnant already. It unlocked a whole new level of pleasure in her brain. Her orgasm was constant, now, without end; sometimes it spiked, and sometimes it dipped, but always she was cumming like the good girl slavewife she had become.

He pulled out, still so full of cum like the hot stud that he was born to be, and shot another hot load out onto her belly. It practically sizzled on Natalie's hot skin. She wished he would drown her in it, that she could wear hot lingerie made from his cum.

“You see all this?” He scooped up a handful of his liquid white gift and slapped it on her tits, and then ran some up to her mouth, where she sucked it down eagerly. “This means your mine. You don't take nobody else's cum without my say-so.”

“Oh yes, Master!” she moaned. “I'm gonna be your perfect slavewife from now on!”

For the rest of her life, Natalie aimed to do everything she could to prove that to him.