A History of Doorknobs

"Did you want some too?"

Her voice sounded almost charmed and sweet as I jumped out of my skin.

"Oh, um, sorry for staring," I said, hurrying along. God! What was wrong with me? A woman was breastfeeding on a bench on my walk to work and I guess... I perved out a bit too much? Dammit. Fuck it.

I walked, power-walked, honestly around the next block. I zigzagged around a few pedestrians and it felt like all eyes were on me. I shook my head, pulled the door of my favorite hole-in-the-wall cafe, and got into line behind a petite redhead. When I'm trying not to be a perv, I guess that's when it hits me the hardest. I couldn't get my eyes off of her butt.

I barely even noticed the others get in line behind me. I got bumped and accidentally jostled forward into the redhead.

"'scuse me," said the guy behind me, eyes still on his phone.

The girl turned to me.

"Yeah, sorry," I said.

"It's fine," she said with a polite smile. "You just bumped my ass. You can fuck it if you prefer."

"Uh..." I jabbered. "Look, sorry. They're waiting for you."

I gestured to the barista, a tattooed girl with a punk rock mix of jet black and lavender hair. Her name tag said 'Michelle' and I yanked my eyes away from her small breasts. She looked right past the redhead and smiled at me.

"I'm still working, but if you need a blowjob or something, my break's in an hour."

I left the line. I left the shop. I pounded my skull. I hurried past anyone on the street, especially if I made eye contact with a woman. I got to the construction site.

"Curry. Go talk to the foreman!" My buddy Ryan yelled at me as I stepped on the site. On site, we always called each other Curry and Burns, never Josh and Ryan. I never knew why.

"I can't just get to work?" I asked.

"Insurance bullshit," he said. "If he's not at the trailer, he soon will be."

I walked on to the trailer and knocked on the door before entering. Lindsay was at the desk, sitting and playing on her phone. "Hey, boss around?"

"He should be any minute," she said, looking up. As the only woman on site, she was a heavyset woman in her early fifties. She smiled and said: "Want a handjob while you wait? Come sit next to me."

I frowned. My brain firing on one cylinder. I think I said 'No', but whether that made it through the confused mumble was anyone's guess. Lindsay didn't seem worse for wear, returning idly to her phone. The door thankfully opened behind me. "Kid, there you are!"

The foreman saved me, clapping my shoulder. There was a curtained partition that represented the 'office'; he led me inside. "What did the doc say? Three days rest and you're good? Still got a lot of this old building to tear down."

I stared blankly at him for a moment. I'd spent those three days at home, in bed, playing video games like I was home sick from junior high. It was some of the best days of my career. I felt three days had been pushing it though.

"I think I... I think I pushed myself. Can I take one more day?"

He nodded, frowned, but nodded.

"Go, I'm not getting sued over this place," he said. "I want you at your best, but I want this place finished by next Friday. I expect you to come in swinging tomorrow."

"Right-o, boss," I said. "Thank you."

"Go," he said.

I did, not sparing a millisecond for Lindsay and she seemed no worse for wear. I went and found Ryan, "Burns!"

"Yo, Curry," he said, sledgehammer on his shoulder at the base of the stairs.

"I'm taking another day. Mind if I stop by your place. I need a woman's opinion on something," I said.

"And Luce's the only woman you have the balls to talk to?" he said, laughing. "Yeah, fine, obviously. She'd love to see you. Plus she gives really good head, so there's that."

I frowned, pretty sure I acknowledged the first part of his answer, and stalked off the site. I called an Uber. Rashid dropped me off at Ryan's apartment and I jogged up to the front.

A couple of middle aged women were coming out and I held the door for them.

"Oh, hello," one said.

"Do you need your brains fucked out?" the second asked.

"I could give you quite the ride," the first one said.

"Um, no, thank you," I said. "Have a good day."

"You too young man."

"Losing your touch, Lizzie?" said the second.

"You've never had a touch," said the first, Lizzie, as they walked off down the street. I quickly buzzed apartment 409.

"Hi," Lucy answered.

"It's Josh. Can you buzz me in?"

"Sure, I'll be in the shower if you want to join me," she said.

I frowned. But the inner door buzzed and I pulled it open.

It wasn't my smell or something. Because there was no way she could smell me through the callbox, four floors up, and half the building towards the back. I road the elevator up trying to get my head around this morning.

It started with the mother. Breastfeeding. I hadn't been staring. I don't think. But...

I opened the door to Ryan and Lucy's apartment. It was still pretty sparse. They hadn't been able to buy much in the way of furniture since she got out of college. Ryan was simply the opposite of a packrat. I'm pretty sure he owned the bed, a phone charger, and a trash can. Everything else he could order.

"I'm in here," Lucy called, the door to the bathroom opened.

I then had doubts. Not as many as I had questions. But Lucy was my best friend's girl. Maybe I should get her to set me up with one of her friends? No, that might be organic. This was a better test.

I walked in to the bathroom where she was under the shower. Lucy was a tall and slender woman without much in the way of breasts. Her pixieish blonde cut was cute, and I wouldn't pretend she wasn't attractive, she was in fact: hot. Easily, better than I'd ever dated, but she wasn't a knockout. Her looks didn't command a room. I guess it was that girl-next-door vibe she had. Tomboy-next-door, more like.

I knew a few things about Lucy, she'd been dating my good friend Ryan for two years. She was twenty-three, two years younger than me, five younger than Ryan. She could roll with most banter, but she was a bit reserved and not comfortable with dirtiest of my jokes.

There was no way she should've invited me into her bathroom while she was showering.

But there was no way a breast-feeding mom should've offered me a drink.

No way Lindsay should've...

I decided to push that mental image out of my mind. Besides I had a beautiful actual image on the other side of the semi-transparent teal shower curtain.

"Hey Josh, you alright? Ryan said you were in an accident," she said.

"Uh, yeah, I was. Got caught up in a chemical spill of some kind. Thanks for sending that food over to my place. I appreciate it."

"That was just Uber Eats. It's not like I cooked or anything," she said, rinsing her hair as I was staring at her silhouette. "If there's ever anything else: ask. I always like helping out a friend."

I felt guilty. I loved Ryan.

But I needed a guinea pig.

Sorry, Lucy.

"I could go for a blowjob," I said, voice nearly cracking in confused dread.

The rake of the rings on the steel shower bar made me jump as she stuck her frowning face out around the curtain. Then I looked at the happy inquisitive nature of her eyes.

"Can I finish my shower first?" she asked, like she was asking how the weather was today.

"Can I join you?" I asked instead.

"Oh, sure. I suppose," she said, with a warm smile. I kicked my boots off, and she asked: "Do you need me to undress you?"

"No, thanks," I said, not wasting any time. I got naked and stepped around the shower curtain. She had her hands on her hips and a grin on her lips.

"Close the curtain? I don't want to have to mop up all the splash out," she said.

I did so, but I drank in her naked body. She was all slender lines. Long limbs. She had breasts, and they were small and perky. She had a trimmed but thick bush, it was darker than her hair but still generally blonde. She raked her bangs out of her face and made to sink down to her knees.

"Wait, uh, turn around. I want to see your ass," I said. I'd never spoken like that. But the day was so surreal, I wasn't about to waste a chance. She turned around and put her hands on the wall, sticking her butt out at me. I grabbed and squeezed her cheeks. It was firm and toned. I slid my finger along her crack. "Spread your legs."

She did the best she could, spreading her ankles the width of the tub. I pushed my finger into her asshole.

"I kinda knew you'd be an ass-man," she said, politely. There was no excess heat or sex in her voice. It was almost as if she were telling me where she bought new shoelaces or something. "You have enough fun? Ready for that blowjob?"

"Ryan said you give good head," I said, idly sawing my finger in and out of her asshole.

"Well he shouldn't be bragging about that kinda thing!" The offense and heat in Lucy's voice shocked me. Her cheeks were suddenly dark red and she struggled to meet my eyes.

"Do you give good head?"

"I try my best," she said, again subdued and friendly like.

I pulled my finger free and rinsed it in the shower.

"Well, let's see then, shall we?" I said. All the while, my brain was like: You're going to hell. You're going to hell. You're going to hell.

I tried my best not to think of Ryan, but I didn't manage to push him out of my mind until Lucy had turned around, knelt down on the floor of the tub and picked up my cock in her left hand. One look up at me with my cock before her lips and she captured my 100% attention. Her hand wrapped around the base of it, her lips closed over the tip of it and my hand gripped the back of her head.

Lucy moaned as I pressed my dick into her mouth. Her eyes rolled up to meet mine and she bobbed her head. I swung my hips forward and drove my cock in, and she sputtered loudly and gagged. She coughed.

"Sorry, you're a lot bigger than Ryan," she said.

I grinned for a moment but she began to fondle and lick the shaft with a singsong hum on her lips. "I've never understood the big dick obsession. I mean, I can't do much with all of this, you know."

"You can learn," I said. " I can teach you."

"Okay," she said.

She opened her lips and took the head of my cock inside. I grabbed the back of her head and pressed her forward. Her eyes bulged a bit, and a bit of fear spread across her face, but it was gone the instant I pulled back. I thrust forward again and her throat bulged. She held her breath and I fucked her face. She flailed and though I wanted to keep pounding, I didn't want her throw up. I eased my cock out of her mouth. She struggled to catch her breath.

"OK," she said. "I'm ready for more."

"You sure?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, but... Could you pat me on the head before you cum? That's what Ryan does. I don't like the taste."

"I want to cum in your mouth," I said.

"OK, we'll do that then," she said, with an easy smile. She began licking the top of my dick, wiggling her head in my hand until I took a stronger grip. I pulled her forward onto my cock and she swallowed it with a loud gag. She grabbed my thighs, and I fucked her mouth and throat.

Her eyes narrowed and her brow crinkled. Her face was a mask of concentration, and she held her breath and kept her body still. Her eyes fluttered. I fucked her face until it felt like she was starting to shake with pre-nausea. I ripped my dick clean and she fell onto her palms, heaving and gasping.

"These, uh, lessons are, uh, wow..." she gasped, and finally caught her breath.

"Good," I said, and booped her on the nose with my cockhead. I wasn't so rough this time. Her eyes were a mess from tears and drool stained her chin until the shower washed it away. Her nose ran and I let her take the reins this time. She gave a long lick and approached my cock with warmth, but none of the aggression I had been insisting upon her. I swirled my fingers in my hair.

"We'll do lessons a few times a week, OK?"

"Oh, that would be nice," she said, brightly smiling and then took the head of my cock through her lips and worked the shaft with her left hand. Her head bobbed, her mouth sucked, and her tongue swirled, I didn't fuck her throat this time. I didn't need to. This was good. I felt a familiar tightening and I groaned.

She popped her mouth off of my cock. "You're close, aren't you?" she said, licking her lips and looking up at me with eager eyes. "You sure you don't want to cum on my tits or face? The taste really is--"

"You're going to swallow my cum, Luce," I said.

"Only Ryan calls me Luce," she said. "Lucy, please. OK, Josh?"

I nodded. "Sure, sorry, Lucy."

"Besides, we can start with that," Lucy said, her right hand coming up to fondle my balls as she put me back in her mouth. Her eyes rolled up, met mine and she bobbed her head. She worked my cockhead over her tongue. She sucked on my cock and gave no signs of slowing.

"I'm gonna cum!" I grunted.

Lucy's eyes fluttered, she moaned and her head pushed up and down on my dick. I groaned and spewed a hot rope of spunk into her mouth. I held her head in place and kept my cock planted on her tongue. She gargled on the cum. She swallowed and she gagged. But I didn't pull out. I kept my dick on her tongue. She swallowed again. She pushed on me, but didn't try to pull her head back. She swallowed one more time and was finally done.

"OK, I gotta finish my shower," she said, hopping brightly to her feet.

"Want me to wash your back?" I asked.

"No, that's a bit weird," she said. "We're just friends, Josh."

"You just sucked my dick and swallowed my cum," I said, gesturing.

She looked at me like I had three heads.

"I'm going to towel off," I said, stepping out of the shower. "I'll be on the couch when you're done."

I did so and put my clothes back on before leaving the bathroom. I sat on the couch, the first bit of Ikea furniture Lucy had strongarmed Ryan into buying. I tried to piece together what was happening. Lucy walked by in a robe and went to the bedroom to get dressed. I walked to the door and watched her. She gave me a warm smile before getting into a pair of jeans and a tank top. She sat down at a shaving mirror on a folding table, a makeshift vanity, and put on just a hint of makeup.

"Do you need anything else today?" she asked. "I don't want to be late for work."

"I'll walk with you," I said. "I've got a few questions."

"Sure," she said, picking up a blazer. "Let me get my shoes and bag and we'll go."

***

"Why'd you invite me into the shower and give me that blowjob?" I asked, waiting until there were other people close to us on the street. None seemed to perk up at the words. I was not being subtle.

"Oh, just being friendly," she said. She bumped my hip with her own.

"Are you that friendly with any other friends?" I asked.

"I don't understand what you mean," she said.

"Do you give head to any of the other guys you know?"

"Josh!" she said, face turning red. "I am not a slut! I would never cheat on Ryan. Don't even joke about that!"

I frowned. She stalked ahead.

"Sorry," I said, catching up. "I'm just trying to figure out why I got the blowjob treatment."

She slowed down, her face cooled, but she still looked a little hurt. "I really don't understand what you're talking about."

We reached the light just as it changed and the don't-walk red-hand lit up.

"I'm just saying, blowjobs seem a little more than a friendly favor," I said.

"You're losing it," she said.

"Flash me your breasts," I said.

She rolled her eyes and lifted her tank top, flashing me her little nipples. I looked around, but the men driving in the cars waiting for the light to change didn't even glance.

"Dude, don't ask me to be friendly if you're not going to even look," she said, rolling her top down. Just then, a female jogger ran up next to us.

"Hi," she said. "You OK? Need a quick fuck?"

I gestured at her to Lucy.

"What?"

"How often do you think women walk up to me and offer me a quickie?!" I said.

"No's an OK answer," the jogger said.

"How often do you hold open the door for a stranger?" Lucy asked. "Your mom raised you right. So did her mom, it seems."

"Thank you," the jogger said.

"Can you two make out?" I said. "Please."

Lucy grabbed the jogger and the jogger lit up. They quickly started making out aggressively. I looked around again, but even as the light changed and everyone walked passed, no one seemed to blip at the two hot women tonsil diving.

The jogger was gorgeous. She was shorter than Lucy, but most women were, but she had more butt, breasts, and thighs. She wasn't fat. She was actually quite trim in her yoga pants and sports bra. Her auburn hair was tied back in a long ponytail. She eagerly and happily kissed Lucy. We missed the light.

"Oh poop," Lucy said, noticing.

"Are you bisexual Lucy?" I asked.

"Not even a little bit," Lucy laughed. "Why?"

I ignored the question. "Hi, I'm Ryan. The girl who just licked your uvula is Lucy."

"Hi," the jogger said. "Amanda."

"Are you into women, Amanda?"

"Oh, I am," she said. "But Lucy's not my type. I prefer my girls a bit more hard-edged. Piercings. With tattoos. Plus, I'm not looking, I've got a great girlfriend."

"Are you into men?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"But you offered me a quickie," I said.

"Oh my god! Are you still on this?" Lucy said.

"He's not the brightest bulb, is he?" Amanda asked, laughing.

"Can I get your number?" I asked.

Amanda picked my phone out of my hands and added herself to it. I put it away.

"Cool, flash me your tits," I said.

She rolled her eyes and lifted her sports bra, the big breasts bounced low before she stuffed them back in.

The light change and Amanda jogged off ahead as I kept walking with Lucy.

"Handjob?" A chain-smoking bag lady asked me. I hurried on ahead.

"Hey, need a quick fuck?"

"You like anal? I like anal?"

"Now just hold on young man! Let me take out my dentures and I'll give you the--"

"Quit dragging me by the arm," Lucy said. "I don't need to run to work."

I stopped, not looking back. "If we get there in time we can have a quickie before you start your shift."

She laughed and we ran the next two blocks. Lucy worked in human resources for the city. We arrived at city hall and walked up and through security. She waved to the guard as she signed me in. I nodded. He didn't look up from today's crossword. She led me through to her little corner. Her officemates were three women:

Renee was only a couple of years older than Lucy and myself. She was a fit looking black woman in a nice sweater with long frizzy hair. An engagement ring sat on her left hand and I think it was brand new. I might've remembered Lucy mentioning something about engagement rings and colleagues while I was watching the playoffs with Ryan a few weeks ago.

Patricia was straddling thirty and clearly was the boss of the office. While the other women were mostly dressed down, Lucy had a light blazer she wore over a tank top and jeans, Patricia had that corporate office look. Hair up in a fierce bun, square librarian glasses, a black pantsuit over a pale blue blouse.

Finally there was Caroline, an ancient looking woman without a smile and a set of pinched eyes that made her look judgmental and sour. She was dressed like Renee in a sweater and slacks.

"Hi Lucy," Patricia said, looking me up and down. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Josh, my boyfriend's best friend," Lucy introduced. "Josh, my boss Patricia. And this is Renee. And this is Caroline."

All three office workers had swarmed over to give me a welcoming smile and handshake.

"I was just going to fuck him and then get started," she said.

"You've got a lot on your plate," Patricia said. "Do you mind if I fuck him? You don't want to get further behind."

"I'm free," Renee said. "I'll fuck him."

"I'll break you like a bad horse," Caroline leered.

I stepped away from her and towards Renee.

"It's up to Josh," Lucy said. She looked over her shoulder at me. "I did promise him a quick fuck."

"Let's not get you into trouble," I said. "I'll have a threesome with Renee and Patricia."

"OK," Lucy said, neither insulted nor concerned. Caroline sighed and walked back to her desk where she leered at me. Renee had her own office, well a fogged glass divider that separated her desk from the three others. Lucy sat down and opened some windows on her desktop. I took Renee's hand and gestured for Patricia to take me into her office.

I didn't want Caroline staring at me.

"Oh, congrats on the engagement," I said to Renee.

"Thanks! We've been together for three years," she said, showing off the ring as Patricia closed the door behind us. "It's still a shock. I get to say fiance and not boyfriend!"

"We're all excited for you," Patricia said, setting her jacket on her desk. "But I don't want to spend the whole morning fucking Josh. How about we get this threesome on the road?"

"Oh, of course," Renee said, with an apologetic smile to me. "Forget my head if it wasn't attached to my neck."

Renee undressed while Patricia cleared a corner off her desk. I was soon standing in front of the two nude women. Renee was all perky nipples and shaved pussy. Patricia was thinner and less curvy than her subordinate, but she was still sexy in a milfy woman kinda way. I grabbed a right handful of auburn bun and a left hand of black curls and pulled them down to their knees.

Renee undid my belt while Patricia undid my fly. Renee tugged my jeans down and I helped her. Patricia's lips were on my dick the instant it was free and I moaned as I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of the denim. I felt my boxers being pulled down and then Renee's tongue was licking my balls.

Patricia slurped and sucked and Renee licked and fondled, I groaned. I pulled off my shirt. Both women were still on their knees, naked, and I pushed my cock into Renee's mouth. I pulled her onto me by the hair and she gurgled. I fucked her face for a moment before pushing her aside and grabbing Patricia. My dick slid into the older woman's mouth and her tongue worked my shaft as she sucked and swallowed.

"Get on the desk, Renee," I said, pulling Patricia over to the desk by her hair. "On your back, I'm going to put your boss on you in a sixty-nine."

"Oh," Renee said with a giggle. "I haven't licked a pussy since high school."

"First time for me," Patricia said.

"Oh, just do to me what you like a man to do you," Renee said helpfully.

I watched the pair of them mount the desk and arrange each other. I pulled the clip out of Patricia's hair, it was much longer than I had expected. Nice. I slapped Renee on the ass and walked around the desk as they licked and nuzzled each other. Patricia used her fingers a lot. Renee buried her face in her boss's cunt and made a lot of wet and sloppy noises.

I stroked my dick and considered my approach.

"Keep going," I said. I opened the door and smiled. "Hey Lucy?"

"Yeah?" she asked, not looking up from her computer.

"She's awfully busy," Caroline said. "Perhaps I can--"

"Lucy," I said forcefully. "Come here."

Lucy got up and came inside. I closed the door behind her.

"I'm going to fuck Renee, can you go around the other side and drive your hand into Patricia's cunt?" I asked.

"Sure!" Lucy said, with a nod. I watched her with a smirk as she pulled Renee's face down a little by the nose and began fingering Patricia as Renee licked Patricia's clit.

Grinning, I lifted Patricia's curtain of hair and rolled the tip of my cock on Renee's cunt.

"Not so gentle, Lucy," I said. "Make it hurt for Patricia. She's your boss, you obviously got some antipathy to work out on her body."

"Not really," Lucy said. "Patricia's pretty great, honestly."

"Oh, that's so nice of you to say!" Patricia said, but I pressed her face back into Renee's pussy when she tried to lift and turn her head. I slapped her across the face with my cock.

"Load me into Renee," I said.

Patricia spread Renee's cunt and picked up my cock with her other hand. She fed me into Renee's pussy and the black woman moaned as I began to thrust.

"Lucy, I'm going to really give it to Renee. It's your job to keep Patricia stimulated," I said.

She flashed me a thumbs up with a giggle and then shoved that thumb into Patricia's asshole. Patricia's tongue slid off my cock at Renee's entrance as she moaned. I tapped Patricia on the back of the head and she put her mouth back to work.

I slammed my hips forward, driving into Renee. Patricia's tongue swirled and licked at the base of my dick and I fucked Renee. She screamed and moaned into Patricia's cunt. I pushed in and slammed in and her screams became a shout and a gush of fluid splashed against my balls and dripped onto the carpet.

"Holy fuck," Patricia said, lifting her face.

"Keep at it, Patricia," I pulled my cock free of Renee. "But she already came. Your turn."

Patricia dived back into Renee as I walked around the desk. Lucy pulled out as I approached Renee's face. Renee was barely licking, just laying there in cumulative aftershocks. I grabbed both of Patricia's ass cheeks and smiled to Lucy.

"Want me to help out at the other end?" she offered.

"No, squat down and rim me," I said. "I don't want to keep you all from your work for long."

"Sweet of you," Lucy said, getting into position as I slid my dick into Patricia. She groaned and the sound was muffled by Renee's pussy. I thrust into her and her ass rippled in response. I squeezed those cheeks. Lucy's tongue was on my asshole, a new experience for me. I liked it. It was a bit of a tickle and a lot of a thrill to have a woman lick my ass while I fucked a different woman.

I pounded Patricia until she was shaking. She moaned and groaned and her pussy clenched and unclenched. I pulled out as my own orgasm hit and spurted onto Renee. The cum was thick and white, it coated her face, and she smiled and giggled in the aftermath.

"Will that be all?" Patricia asked, getting off of her desk. She helped Renee up onto unsteady feet. "We have responsibilities to get back to."

"Hey, can you give me a job. Like a cushy one with no responsibility?" I asked her.

"If you're here to make jokes," Patricia said, icily, "Kindly move on."

I scratched my head.

"You're not going to make more here than you will on the demo team," Lucy said.

"Thank you for the lovely distraction," I said. "I'll give you a call later Lucy."

"Uh, sure," she said. "Don't you mean you'll call Ryan later?"

I shrugged, got dressed, and left.

***

Post nut clarity was extremely helpful. I left town hall and found myself a restaurant that served booze. The women on the street, the waitresses at the bar, really anyone female, was polite, considerate, and propositioned me.

I was thinking about my morning. I felt bad for fucking Lucy under Ryan's nose. But... He did tell me she gave good head. I mean, I went to her because she was the closest woman I could talk to that wasn't my mom. I hadn't planned on the shower or the shenanigans at her office.

"Another Rolling Rock, sugar?" the waitress came up to me. Sandra was a platinum blonde with a bob cut and round glasses. She was wearing a red short-sleeve button-up paired with a black skirt under her black half-apron.

"Yeah, oh and can you comp the meal, give me your panties, and slap your boss?"

She raised an eyebrow before hiking up her skirt and pulling down a little pink thong, flashing the restaurant her petite ass and holding it out for me to take. I did.

"You sure you can pay for this?" she asked, rolling her skirt back down into place. It took me a second to realize she was talking about my food and drink, not her panties.

"And tip well," I said. "You deserve it for me being such a spazz."

"No worse than some. So another beer?" she said.

She walked off to the kitchens and I picked up her thong. Any sexual request was given. Any non sexual request was greeted normally. I had asked for money. I had asked for free stuff. I had asked one old lady to push a stroller into the street, ready to pounce if she listened. She hit me with her bag and then offered me an old lady fuck.

That had been just before I sat down for a beer.

Infinite sex.

Why wasn't I happy with just that?

Oh, and if I asked for a date? No go. No name girl would follow me into a dank alley to get pinned down under a dumpster, but she suddenly remembered her husband if I asked her out for coffee.

I drummed my fingers on the table.

A couple tables over was a girl, college age, with her parents. Her mom was an OK-looking forty-something white woman. Her father was a ten-or-so years older Asian man. The college girl was a heavenly mix.

I perked up my ears.

"I don't like the idea of you moving in with three older boys," her father said. "I don't trust their intentions."

"I don't really want to do a third year in the dorms," the girl said. "Why can't I move in with some classmates? They're not much older."

"I'm with your father," Mom spoke up. "They gave me a predatory vibe when you introduced us yesterday. Like they expected you to be shared like the internet bill."

"I'm not like that!" the girl said.

"Why don't you find some girls to move in with?" father asked.

Sandra came back with a beer.

"Thanks," I said, getting up and walking over to the family. My heart was in my throat. I thought of the traffic light where Lucy and Amanda had made out. No one seemed to pay them any mind. Ryan had all but advertised Lucy's blowjob skills. But this test of my powers scared the shit out of me. "Hi, I'm sorry to overhear, but I think I can help."

"And you are?" the father said, eying me suspiciously.

"My name is Josh Curry. I work in demolitions. I've been looking for a live-in bangable maid. I'd cover rent, utilities, and food, and you'd keep your daughter out of the hands of those boys you're worried about."

I would've decked me. He seemed to mull it over.

"Where abouts in town do you live, Josh?" Mother asked.

"Edge of the east side, about eight blocks from the university," I said. "A block off the 12 bus route as well. Fairly central. Couldn't do much better for the price."

She asked for a specific address and looked it up on Google maps. "It is rather close."

"Will Alice's bang-maid duties interfere with her schooling?" the father asked.

And I relaxed. "Alice?"

"Yeah," the college girl said.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Josh," I said. "And no, she'll be given plenty of time for school. I just ask that you buy her a few slutty maid costumes and buy her a small bed where I can stash her when I have other women visiting."

"I'm against this if she starts missing school," the father said.

"Dad!" Alice whined.

"It will save us a lot of money," mother said. "Room, board, and utilities?"

"She'll need her own mobile plan," I said.

"Oh, of course," mother said.

"Dad? Please! This would be great for me," Alice said.

"I'll have to see the place," father said, guardedly. I could tell by the looks on mother and Alice, that this was as good as a yes.

"And I'll have to see her in the French maid outfit," I said. "Very slutty."

"Oh, of course, but I doubt Alice will look bad in anything," father said. He got up and shook my hand. "Peter Chang."

"Josh Curry," I said.

"My wife Rita and Alice," he gestured.

"I know just the place," Rita said, casually ignoring me as she was buried in her phone searching fetish costumes.

"Fox ears and a butt plug tail wouldn't go unappreciated," I said.

"Great idea!" Rita said, enjoying her digital shopping spree.

"How about we agree to meet at my apartment building for six?" I said.

"We'll be there," Peter said as Alice danced in her seat happily.

I waved goodbye and walked back to my beer, but stopped. I walked back.

"Hi, one last thing, how old are you, Alice?"

"Just turned 20," she said. "Does that matter?"

I smiled. "No, it's fine. Nevermind."

***

I had a visual record of the dropping free breasts of every pretty girl I'd come across since I left the restaurant. So long as she had the body and the face, I got her give her name, age, and to do a boob drop for my camera. I got friends together, sisters, MILFs with daughters, waitresses, hair dressers, baristas, and even a lady cop.

Best day of my life, really.

Simple, less than a minute of each woman's time, and something I could upload to Pornhub for some passive income.

If I could monetize this power... If I could travel on it... That'd be something.

The Changs were at the parking meter across the street from my building when I arrived. I rushed over to help Peter carry in the sheer number of bags Alice and Rita had purchased.

"You guys went all out!" I said, smiling.

"It's a big deal," Peter said. "I wouldn't want my daughter half-assing it as a sex-maid."

"Dad, I don't half-ass anything," Alice said, grumpily.

I smiled. "She'll do you proud. Rita, my house key's in my left pocket."

"You want my wife to stick her hand in your pocket?" Peter said, scowling.

"And squeeze my dickhead," I added hurriedly. Somehow that assuaged the Changs. "Rita?"

Rita dug in my pocket and took out my keys. I jumped and she smirked, smoldering. It was a short ride up to my apartment. When we arrived, the Changs tutted.

I put down the bags.

"It's awfully small," Rita said.

"I wasn't expecting a studio apartment," Alice said.

"How about you put on your best maid outfit and we sit down to talk things out," I suggested. "Peter? Can I offer you a beer?"

"One for me too, please," Rita said, helping Alice dig through the bags before sending her daughter into the bathroom to get changed. I handed Peter and Rita bottles. They clearly weren't happy with my place.

"Can't argue with the price or location, though?" I said, suggesting.

"It is fairly close to the school," Rita said.

"We'll discuss it when we see Alice in her maid outfit," Peter said.

Alice came out of the bathroom in the most perverse and skimpy French maid outfit I'd ever seen. The frilly skirt only covered half of her bubble butt and her fishnet stockings had garters. She walked in platform stilettos and what was a modest-sized chest was amazingly eye-catching in the corset and lace-trimmed neckline. Her hair was up and her frilly headdress kept her hair from her eyes.

"Wow!" Peter said with such sheer unadulterated pride that I couldn't help but chuckle. Rita looked at me with momentary shock.

"Good laugh," I said. "How does it feel, Alice?"

She looked down at herself and up. "It's tight and I need to practice walking in the heels," she said, frowning as she thought about it. "I dunno, it's well made, I guess."

The lack of enthusiasm for the role wasn't great. But... well, she had the body to make up for it.

"I'm convinced," I said. "I'll take her."

"Well," Peter said. "I'm not sure this apartment is right."

"Yeah, what if I want my boyfriend over?" Alice said.

"You can't break up with him?" I said.

"Why would I do that?" she asked, scowling and confused.

"Visit his place?" I offered another suggestion. Her face was still a twist of distaste.

"His roommates are slobs," Rita said.

I nodded understanding. "Oh, these uniforms, they're for me and the bang-maid work. Not for you to play with your boyfriend in."

"Like I could wear this in front of him?!" Alice gestured at herself and laughed. "I am not this slutty."

I shrugged. "What do you say, Peter? Get her a bed for the corner and we'll consider her moved in as my fuck furniture?"

"I suppose. You don't have any objections, do you Rita?"

"You're going to need to wear a thong under that skirt," Rita said. "These are too big for it."

"Or just go panty-less," I said.

Alice immediately pulled her underwear down and off. She held her mother's shoulder as he raised her shoes out through each leg hole.

"Alice?" Peter asked.

"I think it's a good fit," Alice said. "Though I do wish the place was a little bigger."

"We'll have to put some of your things in storage," Peter agreed. "We'll go shopping for the bed tonight, call Josh as to when to expect delivery, and move you in over the weekend. "

"Why don't you and Alice go out for a daddy-daughter night and I keep Rita and fuck her rotten?" I suggested.

"Oh, that's a great idea!" Alice said. "Enjoy the dick, Mom."

"I always do," Rita said. "Don't I, Peter?"

"She's insatiable," Peter said, with a wink to me.

"Oh my god! Gross!" Alice said, marching towards the door. I cleared my throat. She looked down at her maid costume and went to the bathroom to change.

I slipped my pants down and bent Rita over the armrest of the couch while Peter waited for Alice to return. Rita's cunt was trimmed down, but still bushy. I slapped it and rubbed her until my fingers were soaked.

"Alright, Dad," Alice came back out in the t-shirt and jeans I had seen her in earlier. "Bye Mom, see you in a bit!"

As soon as Rita tried to answer, I slammed my cock into her pussy. She groaned loudly and I thrust into her as I watched Alice and Peter walk out. Rita moaned and groaned.

"You keep your body quite fit for your age," I said. "You must work out. You have any kids besides Alice?"

"Yes!" she said. "But only boys."

"Oh, nevermind," I said. I grabbed her brown hair and put my weight onto her as I fucked her doggy style. It was fun to make her breasts shake and bounce and her mouth gurgle and groan. She had a nice voice and I liked the sounds she made. I slapped her ass and then pushed her head down. I didn't hold back. She squealed wetly into the cushion.

"Juh-osh!" she said, gasping for air when I let go of her head.

"Sorry, did that hurt?" I asked, and ran the back of my hand along the back of her neck.

"God yes!" she panted. "Again! Now!"

Her face went again into the cushion. I was using all the power I could manage to hold her steady. She babbled and drooled, triggering my pride. It was hard to hold back.

So why should I?

I growled and my cock swelled in her.

"God, oh God!" Rita squealed. "Fill me up!"

I felt extra horny as she begged form my sperm inside of her. I grinned and fucked her through my own spasms. She was a blubbering mess, and I was too far gone to be certain she was cumming. She clamped down hard as I collapsed on her back. I felt her cunt squeeze my dick. I gasped and grunted. I was exhausted.

"Josh, you were so good to me," Rita said, catching her breath.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked, kissing her cheek.

"Very much so," she said, her eyes lit up with heat. "Round 2? We've got all night."

***

I don't think Rita was too happy with me. I did get back to her for blowjob after three hours, but mostly I ignored her as I uploaded my titty drop compilation to Pornhub, Xvideos, and anywhere else I could set up an ad account. I kept refreshing the pages, hoping for some response.

Finally, after I had cum in Rita's mouth, I got my first comment.

"What is this shit? It's about as hot as a history of doorknobs."

I frowned.

Those were all fantastic girls with amazing breasts.

I was hitting refresh faster now.

"OK, that's Peter and Alice. I'll see you when we move her in," Rita said.

I waved and got the door for her, running back to the computer. It was one thirty in the morning when I got the second comment.

"Porn should include sexy people doing sexy things."

I scratched my head. I didn't get it. Fuck.

No one had given a shit about the girls and what they did for me. It just was only sexy to me. Dammit.

I'd need a different way to monetize it.

***

"Hey Curry," Ryan said to me as we climbed the stairs to bring down the building tomorrow. I realized a live-in bang maid I had promised to feed was going to cost me money and until I could capitalize my sex powers, it was physical labor for me.

"Hey Burns," I said. "How's Lucy?"

"Pretty good," he said. "She thinks you might have a screw or two loose though."

I shrugged. "Probably do. But she really helped me out. You landed a good one."

"Don't I know it," he said.

"I banged her coworker and boss," I said.

Ryan raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, and?"

Dammit.

I couldn't even brag.

***

"It's a kink," I said, hopefully.

Sandra -- I had come back to the restaurant on Saturday -- was wiping my cum off of her bare breasts.

"Having women give you cash is your sexual kink?" she said, snorting. "Yeah, tell me another one."

I frowned, paid for my lunch and left a decent tip. "Well, I gotta get home. My bang-maid is moving in today."

"Now that's a kink," Sandra said.

"Come over after your shift," I said. "I'd love to show her off."

"I was gonna visit my Mom in the hospital, but sure that sounds great," she said.

I shook my head. "Go be a good daughter instead. I'm not just gonna stop having a bang-maid. Raincheck, Sandra."

"Raincheck," Sandra agreed. "See you."

"Josh," I said, deflating.

"See you, Josh."

I think my name then fell out her other ear. She was definitely doing the be personable for a better tip routine, even if I had titfucked her today and creampied her yesterday.

I got home, had the super open the rear doors and put the elevator on service. I ended up getting roped in to helping Alice move in her essentials. The only furniture she was bringing was a new bed, a desk, and a gaming chair, but only the bed came with delivery men.

My apartment was incredibly cluttered. Alice took over the closet and a few of the drawers in my dresser. Peter and I arranged the room as best we could as Alice got into her uniform in the bathroom.

Alice came out, slutted out in the bang maid outfit, hugged her parents in a goodbye that took way too long. I smiled as I closed the door on Peter and Rita.

"Hey," I said. "Finally, am I right?"

She raised a confused eyebrow at me. I grabbed a handful of her ass.

"Need to fuck your little maid, Josh?" she asked, grinning.

"You'll address me as 'Sir'," I said.

"Does Sir need to fuck his little maid?" she purred.

I pushed her over her own desk and flipped up the skirt, happy to see no panties was the rule she'd adopted. I didn't bother to prep her or undress myself. I just dropped my jeans and slammed my dick into her cunt.

She squealed and I slapped her ass.

"You like that?" I growled.

"It's delightful, Sir," she said. "You're very good with your dick."

I stopped and tried to process her words for sarcasm. Then I decided to take things at face value.

"Good," I said, fucking her like a man possessed. I spanked her ass, her cheeks reddened. I used her tight little body as my personal cock sleeve. She groaned and grunted. Her pussy squeezed and clenched my dick.

"Oh, yes, Sir!" Alice screamed. I could feel the gush of fluid and the tightening. I kept thrusting. I was getting close. I pulled her hips onto my cock and came. She squealed and moaned. Her knees went weak and we both collapsed to the ground.

"Wow," she panted.

"Now clean this place up," I said, standing over her.

"Want to watch your bang maid do her job?" she asked.

"No, I'm heading out," I said.

She frowned. "Then why the fuck would I clean the place?"

"Huh?"

"The bang maid stuff doesn't make sense when you're not here to watch it," she said, climbing up.

"Dammit," I said. "So, sending you downstairs to do laundry is out of the question too?"

"Unless you're watching me," she said. "Are you a bit simple?"

"Sometimes I am," I said. Then I smiled. "You wouldn't mind sprucing this place up for an orgy would you?"

Workarounds.

***

The worst part was I couldn't brainstorm. Like, I suggested pimping the girls out. Not the girls I liked, but other girls. Ones I wouldn't be revisiting after a go or two, but 1) no guy was interested in any girl when I had her under my spell, and 2) because I didn't find the idea of prostitution sexy, something about the existence of other men, I couldn't convince anyone to do it.

Luckily, I did enjoy watching Alice clean the place in her little outfits. Even if I didn't interrupt and mount her every time she did so. And she had more than enough to keep things fresh. I was nice having a spotless place, though we didn't really have much in common. I loved having a cute college girl on hand, especially over her summer break. But we quickly stopped talking about things that weren't in the vein of "Is Sir looking for a blowjob with his supper?"

"Hey!" Lucy called up from the callbox and I buzzed her in. It was the Monday after our trysts. I hadn't gone over Ryan's all weekend. I had a fresh thing with Alice, after all, and I didn't really want to look Ryan in the eye with Lucy near enough to get my hands on. I didn't want to be a bad friend. I knew I wasn't going to handle myself well.

But, getting off work, I had a text from her on my phone:

"Did you want to schedule blowjob practice?"

What was I going to reply to that with? No?

She had come up the stairs and knocked on the door.

"Hey Lucy," I said, letting her into my place.

"Hey Josh," Ryan said, waving a six pack at me.

"Uh..." I frowned.

"We're doing date night after," Lucy said. I looked her up and down, she was wearing a cute sundress with a light leather jacket. He was in jeans and a nice shirt.

"That's... Great..." I said. "Lucy, Ryan," I gestured to Alice who was sitting on the couch wearing a cat-eared hairband, a choker with a bell, and nothing else. "This is Alice, my fuck-maid."

"Yo," Alice said, raising the beer she was nursing.

"Oh, I love these," Lucy said, sitting down on a knee and touching Alice's ears.

"You want to play Mario Kart while Lucy does her blowjob lessons?" Ryan offered.

"Let me get dressed," she said, hopping up and reaching back to pull out the cat-tail butt plug. She walked those into the washroom and came back out without the ears or bell. She was wrapped in a fluffy pink robe.

Lucy sat down on the bed. "Ready?"

I looked at Ryan, but he was setting up my Switch to play games with Alice. I looked back at Lucy and shrugged. I unzipped myself and tried to forget Ryan was here."

"OK, we were working on suppressing your gag reflex," I said.

"Yep," Lucy said, clapping excitedly. I stopped myself from looking over my shoulder and slid my pants down. With Alice always at hand, I only ever wore loose flannel pajama pants at home. Something in which it was obvious when I was erect and trivial to get out of the way.

Lucy grinned, picked up my cock in her left hand and begun to stroke me.

"Still wet?" she asked.

"That's my pussy," Alice volunteered, reminding me that small apartment everything was going to be witnessed by Ryan.

"Did you get worn out by your new girl?" Lucy asked, when I didn't get hard straight away. That triggered my reactance and I grabbed her head. I willed myself to get hard in her hands.

"Use your tongue," I said.

"Blowjob practice," Ryan said, reminding Lucy of the plan.

It took more than it should have to get me going. I closed my eyes and imagined a world without Ryan. Just Lucy for my own. I felt better, but Ryan was trash-talking Alice as they played Mario Kart and my mental image was shaky at best.

Lucy endeavored. She sucked and slurped aggressively and sheer animal instinct won out over any potential guilt and second thoughts.

"I'm going to work out your throat," I said, tightening my grip on her school.

"Deepthroating practice," Ryan said, grinning at his girlfriend. "Hey, you wanna try that on me, Alice?"

"Don't be disgusting," she said, sneering.

"Don't you fucking touch that slut!" Lucy said.

"He won't," I said. "Ryan just makes bad jokes."

"I do," Ryan said.

"He does," Lucy agreed, and went back to my dick. I began to punch into her gullet, her retching and gagging resulted in rushing flushes of warm drool over my balls. IShe groaned and her eyes watered.

"Stop, I'm going to puke," she said. I let go of her and she pulled her head off my dick. She was coughing and gagging. "Ugh!"

"You're getting better!" I said.

"Really?!" she asked, hopefully. "OK, one more time!"

I got back to work on her throat. Ryan laughed as he beat Alice and Alice bitched and wouldn't let the loss stand.

Lucy was going like a champ. She'd slobber on my dick, the ring of her throat opening, spasming, and closing around the head. She was desperate to improve each time. I loved watching her eyes fill with water and then her mascara start running down her cheeks.

"You're so..." I wanted to say beautiful, but Ryan whooped with another victory. "Hot."

"G-guh-good," she said, shivering as she came off my dick once more.

"Next time, I cum down your throat," I said.

"She doesn't like that," Ryan said. "Cum on her face or tits instead."

"Ryan!" Lucy squealed. "Don't share that kinda thing! God! I am so embarrassed."

And her mouth rushed back down my dick until the room her her hitch and sputter.

***

The porn strategy didn't work. A few of the sites flagged my street girls content as 'not pornography' and removed it. On most it just got some trollish hate comments before falling off into obscurity.

"You could just be happy about it," I said to myself in the mirror.

I was in the restaurant. I had a thing for Sandra. Plus the food was good.

But there was something about all of this. Though Lucy was in love with Ryan, she fucked me way different. She did things for me that would disgust her if Ryan asked for them. Alice had broken up with her boyfriend, apparently he had been in on scheme with the older students that were gunning to house Lucy for the summer. She was not that kind of slut, she told me, upside down with a rabbit ear headband and a cotton tail buttplug that I could feel through the walls of her pussy and anus. Sandra felt plastic, smiling because she got better tips that way.

All the pussy in the world, and I was lonely.

"Little bitch," I told myself and splashed water on my face. "How much would you hate to discover a guy could and did fuck whoever he wanted and then got sad about it. Don't be a little bitch!"

***

Work, amazingly, was on schedule. And so long as I avoided Lindsay, it was the one place in the world I didn't have to think about my new superpower. On the day the last of the building was coming down, I started to get panicked. There'd be a next job, but...

I had gone back to the job as none of my money making schemes had paid off. That said, I was beginning to think if I could monetize infinite pussy, I'd be miserable without these escapes. Still, the pay was good and I needed it, housing and feeding Alice. Plus I was spending way too much to get a sandwich and a suck at Sandra's. It had been hard enough to get her number so she could tell me when I was working.

The other waitresses were cute and I fucked them too, but I came back for Sandra.

So, it was a day like any other after two weeks of powers. I walked into that hole-in-the-wall cafe I liked. I turned down the polite offer from a heavyset woman as I trundled in line up to the cash.

The barista had spiky hair that was a mix of midnight black and pale lavender. She wore a black v-neck with torn up sleeves under her green apron. A name tag reading: "Michelle" was clipped on the strap.

"Hey, when are you gonna call Amanda?" she asked.

"Who?"

"Oh, you're gonna break her heart," Michelle laughed. "I told her about the fuck we had yesterday. I think she was jealous."

"She was?" I frowned. Who the fuck cared about my fucking?

"Yeah, she gave her your number and you never called her," Michelle said. "Here you go, grande latte."

"You know my order?"

"You're a regular," she said.

"I'm a regular?" I didn't show up every morning. Most mornings I opted for a breakfast and fuck by Alice.

"I tend to remember the orders of all the guys who make me cum," she said, grinning.

I frowned. I made most women cum, I think. But most didn't bother to remember. Who remembers the guy who held the door for them two weeks ago, Thursday. "Amanda?" I was scrolling through my phone. I had a lot of new numbers in it. "This one?"

"Above it," Michelle said, pointing. "Give her a call."

"And you're her what?"

"Girlfriend," Michelle said.

I didn't bother asking about her minding. No one minded. I fucked daughters on top of mothers.

"She wants me to call her?" This was the strangest thing that had ever happened to me.

Then I realized how strange it was to be able to fuck everyone.

I got more confused.

"Jesus," Michelle laughed. "Are all boys as obtuse as you? Thank god I like pussy, right?"

"I made you cum though," I said.

"Fingers and tongue, dude," she said. "The only thing special you brought was the dick."

"He is special, isn't he?" I took my coffee, drinking it as I walked down to the construction site for the last day of the project.

"You gonna pull your head out of the clouds, Curry?" Ryan asked me.

"What?" I said. "Whatever, let's get to work."

***

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Hi!" The voice on the other side of the phone had a lot more animation than I was used to out of women.

"Hi, Amanda. It's Josh," I said. "How are you?"

I was more nervous than I had been in a long time. And despite the two loads of cum I had demanded stay on Alice's face for the rest of the evening, I was still overburdened with tension. I paced around my living room, trying to stay calm.

"Oh my god, I thought you were going to forget all about me!" she squealed. "Oh, this is great. How are you?"

"Um, good. Good. Thanks for asking," I said. "So, like, you want to date?"

Amanda laughed. "What? Date? I got a girlfriend."

Right. "Michelle was adamant I call you." I was deflating by the moment.

"Of course, you should come over, I'm a hell of a cook," she said. "We can talk, get to know each other, fuck like rabbits."

"Sounds relatively date-like," I said.

"Oh, whatever," she said. "I'll keep it casual and just ride your cock or something. We don't need to have dinner."

I felt like I had been so close to something, but the rug was pulled out from under me.

"Where do you live?"

***

Michelle answered the door. Her street clothes were a lot like her barista uniform, minus the apron. She greeted me with a smile and perky nipples from under her braless shirt.

"He's here!" she said, bubbling happily and taking my hand.

They had a flat made out of the second floor of a house. Two bedrooms and it was a comfy place for two, unlike my sardine can. Though I did enjoy being stuck gill to dorsal fin with Alice. Amanda popped her head out of the kitchen. Her eyes went large and she quickly retreated back towards something that smelled amazing.

"Hey come sit down," Michelle said. "Make yourself at home."

I sat on the couch, a little uncomfortable. Normally, I would've bent Michelle over their coffee table and fucked away the jitters. But... I think I was still holding out hope for something more.

But her ass looked great in her cutoff shorts and tights. One little fuck and--

"Hi," Amanda came out, wiping her hands on her apron. "I'm just so glad you could make it today! Do you like Italian food? I made chicken alfredo, I didn't have fettucine, but I made do with macaroni."

She was speaking a mile a minute. I frowned and tilted my head. I didn't see a lot of nervousness in women, even if I was fucking them on a city bus in front of everyone else.

"Sit on my lap," I said.

"The food might burn," she said but she dropped down on my lap anyways.

"I'll keep an eye on things," Michelle said, heading into the kitchen.

I squeezed Amanda's ass. She was a tough girl, muscly without being mannish. She wore shorts and a t-shirt that struggled to contain her big breasts. Her long auburn hair was pulled up in a ponytail. I pulled the scrunchie and she shook the hair free around her shoulders. The hair shake was always a favorite visual of mine.

"It's cool," I said. "Thanks for making dinner."

She lit up in an excitement I hadn't seen in a few weeks. I patted her ass and sent her into the kitchen. I reclined and stared at the ceiling.

Was I just seeing phantoms?

Was she actually happy to see me?

"C'mon," Michelle squeezed my shoulder. "We have stools around the breakfast nook. Closest thing to a dining table."

"Supper's ready!" Amanda called out.

***

I was enjoying a third glass of wine, stuffed to the gills in seconds and thirds, and watching in wonder as Michelle stared at Amanda who was changing conversation topics with Tourette's-like jumps.

"I played along enough," I said. "Michelle do you have a gag for Amanda?"

"Ring or ball?" Michelle got up, laughing.

"Surprise me," I said. "I'll figure something out in the meantime."

I pulled Amanda's hair and put her on the ground as I flopped my cock out of my pants. I stroked my dick with my other hand and she looked frustrated but shoved my cock in her mouth rather than explain herself.

I smiled as she awkwardly ran her lips up and down my shaft. Michelle came out, ring gag spinning on her index finger.

"I bet you'd like a double blowjob," Michelle said.

"Safe bet," I said, "Get down there."

I took the gag and put it next to my plate. We'd get to that in time. Michelle grabbed one of Amanda's big breasts by reaching around and under her far arm. She was cheek-to-cheek with Amanda and began licking my shaft next to Amanda's sliding lips. I grinned. It was a lovely sight.

I laced my fingers behind my head, just reclining and relaxing as the lesbian couple seemed to enjoy my dick.

Actually, Michelle seemed frustrated with Amanda and Amanda seemed caught up in consternation. But Michelle seemed happy to push Amanda's head harder and that made my day.

Their lovers' spat wasn't my problem, I was here for my dick. I felt a little let down when I realized that. There had also been delicious food. I felt better. I picked up the ring gag.

"Strip her," I said to Michelle as I pulled Amanda by the hair off of my cock. I held her chin as I fitted the ring behind her teeth and walked around her as I cinched the strap tight. Her tongue hung out through the ring, drooling down her chin. She followed me with hopeful eyes. Michelle quickly pulled off all of Amanda's clothes. I patted Michelle on the ass. "You need to be naked too."

"Good man," she said. As she stripped, I walked Amanda to her bedroom. Michelle caught up to us, her spiky hair fluffed out as she skipped ahead off us in glorious nudity. Their bedroom was far more girly than I suspected. I got muscle-girl from Amanda and badass bitch from Michelle. So a room with pink sheets and like little dolls and knickknacks on every available flat surface gave me pause.

"Throw her face down, ass up," Michelle said. She crawled on the bed and pulled Amanda in by the hair. Michelle sat down with her legs spread, her clit piercing shining in the streetlight coming in the window. She dragged Amanda's gagged face into her pussy. "Get her, Josh."

I walked over and grabbed Amanda's ass. I kneaded the muscle. She had a fantastic ass. She started moaning and grunting as I ran my thumb over the pucker of her ass.

"You got lube?" I asked.

"Closet, sex stuff's in the plastic dresser," Michelle cooed. She gleefully humped Amanda's mouth. "Yeah, lick that cunt, girl."

I found their sex toy stash. It wasn't huge. I almost expected to open the closet to unveil a secret arsenal of dildos and vibrators. I grabbed the lube from the second drawer I opened and walked back to Amanda's waving ass. I poured a little bit of lube on my finger and then popped it through her asshole. She was squealing and bouncing.

"Oh you got her going crazy," Michelle hung on and joyfully enjoyed Amanda's half-panic.

I used a second finger on the other hand. Once I was pulled her open enough, I smeared my cock with lube and lined up with her asshole.

"Fuck her! Fuck the crap out of her!" Michelle squealed.

I pressed my cock into Amanda's asshole, pushing through the clenching and the squeezing. I'd tried anal a few times this week. I'd learned just how important lube was. But Amanda's ass was the best one yet. Girl was built like the space shuttle. I slammed into her and she grunted and squeaked.

Michelle had a vice-grip on Amanda's scalp and kept pumping her face into Michelle's pussy.

"This is so hot!" Michelle squealed. "Do it! Do it! Fuck the fuck out of her! Yes, Josh!"

There was something invigorating about a woman cheering me as I fucked another one. I really liked it.

"Louder," I said, meeting Michelle's eyes.

"Harder," Michelle said, smirking. "Oh god Josh! Fuck her silly!"

She had a great voice for cheering. I kept thrusting, holding onto Amanda's hips. She was bucking and struggling. Michelle was full of curse words and moans. Her bouncing little breasts were moving with frenetic rhythm. I'd have to wash my dick, but I was looking forward to fuck her too. More than I did when she made me coffee.

"Slam that dick inside her until you pump her full of cum!" Michelle demanded.

"Yes ma'am," I said, laughing as I hammered fully into Amanda's ass. She groaned and struggled, her tongue working a frenzy on Michelle's pussy.

"Yes!" Michelle screamed. "Yes, yes, YES!"

She was shaking, bucking, cumming hard. I put my weight down on Amanda. She was in a chaotic clench. She had to be cumming. I felt like a god with Amanda's spasms and Michelle's words.

"Fuck! Your ass is perfect!" I shouted.

"Ass?" Michelle said, quietly, soberly.

I pumped a couple more ropes into Amanda's ass. Huffing and puffing, I staggered back and fell happily down onto the carpet. Michelle struggled free and rushed around to see my cum trickling out of Amanda's ass.

"You fucked her ass?" Michelle said. "Fuck."

"Yeah," I said, grinning dumbly. "Fuck."

Michelle pulled off Amanda's gag. Amanda sat up, moaned, and then put her weight on her hip.

"Are you OK, babe?" Michelle asked.

"Josh?" Amanda said.

I raised a thumbs up and laughed.

"I'm great," she said to Michelle.

***

Michelle was cool to me the next day at the cafe. She fucked me but I mean the customer service wasn't there. However, Amanda called me that night.

We started a new contract at work. New building to tear down and clean out, but we had a couple of days off in the meantime. Different path across town and I would have to find another coffee shop. But, until then I made an effort to go back to Michelle.

Some pussies just fit better.

"Thanks Pete!" I said, waving to the security guard at city hall.

"Later Josh," he said, not looking up from the crossword puzzle.

I whistled as I was walking up the street to see Sandra for lunch when I got a call from Amanda.

"You got Josh," I said, answering.

"Hi," she said, voice trembling.

"You OK?" I said.

"Do you want to go jogging with me?" she asked, quickly. "Like tomorrow. Or now, we could."

Far as I was concerned that was a sexual proposition.

"We can fuck too."

See.

I wasn't a jogger, but it seemed like a good way to spend a morning. A little exercise, a lot of sex, I was in. Lucy and her office, Alice the bang-maid, Sandra at the restaurant, Michelle for coffee, and now Amanda for a jogging fuck.

Ryan, nothing in common, plastic customer service, angry for god knows why, and... Making the effort to see me.

I whistled to myself as I walked in the restaurant.

"Wherever Sandra's serving, one of the longer tables so I can fuck her on it, please," I said.

The hostess grabbed a menu and started into the back section of the restaurant, "Right this way, please."

***

I'd had my powers for about six weeks, and had been running with Amanda for just over twenty days. She was at my door like she usually was at six in the morning.

She lit up to see me.

This was the best part of my day. A good run with Amanda and I could happily fuck six or seven random women the rest of the day. If she wasn't a lesbian and adamant she and Michelle were a thing, I'd have called her my girlfriend. Lucy, Michelle, and Amanda herself had given me grief over that, so now I kept it to myself.

"Hey," she said. "I got flustered last time, but there's something I really wanted to talk to you about."

"Yeah?" I said. I tried to think of her flustered. "Yesterday? I apologized for fucking you on that guard rail, but I really wasn't going to drop you over the edge."

"No, not that," she said. "Last month, when I made you dinner?"

"Oh," I said, running alongside her. "That was good."

"I can cook for you again if you like," she said.

"Anytime," I said, swallowing "It's a date."

"Tonight?" she offered. "I mean, I didn't make plans, but I could go to the supermarket and--"

"Tonight is great," I said. "It's been too long since I had a threesome with you and Michelle."

"Oh, she'd like that," Amanda said. "But, I really wanted to talk you about her. You know, sexually."

"We were."

"What?"

"Talking about her sexually," I said.

"That's just a threesome and some fucking," Amanda said, waving me off. "I'm talking about sex. OK?"

I still struggled to parse the knots these girls made in logic to excuse the sexual part of my relationship with me.

"She's got this kink," Amanda said. "And, well, I think I'd like to help her out with it. No, I mean, I'm ready to help her out with it."

"Great!" I said, "What's she into?"

"Well, um, I didn't know how I was going to do it. But then I met you, and it all fit into place. And you're a good friend now and everything, it's nearly perfect and--"

We stopped and I rubbed her back. She hadn't been able to run and run her mouth that fast at the same time.

"You OK?"

"Nerves," she said.

"I literally fucked you on the hood of a cop car," I said. "While they were waiting to drive a perp back to the station. There's nothing to be nervous about."

"Huh? That wasn't anything," she said. "This is real."

I smiled, patiently. She took a good half minute to get her bearings.

"I wanna get pregnant!" she said, almost as one syllable.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Michelle absolutely loves pregnant chicks and lactation and all of it! She doesn't want to do it herself, which is weird, because she's the bi one. But I wanna make her happy, do something big with my life, but a kid should know their father, even if he's not the dad and I didn't want to do in vitro. I know it's asking a lot and it could get weird between us, but you've been so great to us and..." she took a deep breath. "Like, I know it's different. We'd be doing something real. Like sex real."

I tilted my head at that.

"Oh, well, you know, um..." she couldn't get her mind around it either. I decided to throw her a lifeline.

"Getting a girl pregnant sounds really sexy," I said.

She relaxed instantly. "Oh, so it's no big thing."

"But," I said, wanting it, needing it to be a big thing. I was the one scrambling now. "Being a one time sperm donor? That feels off. I kinda need more than that. Obviously?"

"What do you need?" she said. "And can we get it today? 'cause I'm like peak fertility. Like, right now."

She nodded aggressively.

"Right now, right now," she said, bouncing on her toes.

I wheeled her straight down into the grass at that admission. She shouted joyfully as I yanked down her tights. Other morning joggers zigzagged around us. She helped get her panties off.

"Ah, yes, fuck me," she begged.

I dropped my pants and she pulled me down on top of her. I was inside her in an instant.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" she said, grabbing my ass and squeezing it. "Knock me up!"

I stopped, seated inside of her and looked her in the eye.

"I didn't tell you what I needed," I said. "To make this thing..."

"Hot?" she asked.

I knew I couldn't lie. Hot wasn't the right word. Important was, but it would kill the opportunity. Romantic, loving, and the feelings side of things wouldn't handle it. I needed... I needed: "Sexy."

She nodded, gleefully. "Anything! Anything I can do, I'll do it."

"I want more than a cum dumpster. I want a real girlfriend, a real connection, a real thing between you and me," I said.

"But, I love Michelle and... I don't think I could give her up," she said, worried.

"I'm not giving up Michelle either," I said. "And know what would be really sexy? Two real things with beautiful women."

Amanda bit her lip and grinned. "Yeah, that would be so sexy."

"Maybe even more," I said. She moaned and closed her ankles behind my ass.

I grabbed her hips, lifted her ass up and sat it on my kneeling lap. She grabbed fistfuls of grass as I started humping, grinning. The look of love on her face.

It was finally real.

I grinned, joyfully throwing her down and fucking manically. She was screaming and grunting and crying out my name. I was a grunting gorilla, hammering away at her. Joggers and early birds were passing by us, and I couldn't help but enjoy myself.

"God yes, Josh!" Amanda screamed.

Her voice was sweet music. I clinched her tightly, moving my hips like a madman possessed. Her pussy squeezed me, and I felt a rush of fluid. She was cumming. I was only a thrust or two behind.

"Cum in me, baby, please!" she begged. "Fill me up with a baby! Do it! Please!"

"Are you mine?" I asked. "I'll give you a baby--"

"I need it so bad!"

"But what will you give me?" I asked.

"Everything, me and Michelle, love, sex, everything!"

I could barely contain myself, but for the first time I wanted the fuck to last. Finally, I was getting much more out of the fuck than passing politeness. Something that continued after I squeezed the orgasm out.

So I held back, letting her wrap around me. Her strong thighs held my hips in a vice as I pummeled her with my thrusts.

"Josh! Oh my god! Please! Josh! Yes!"

I felt it. Wanted it. Craved it.

I grabbed her chin, and when she opened her eyes and stared into mine. I saw it.

Hell yeah!

I had it.

I just had to knock her up to keep it!

I groaned and she gasped. God, it was so much better fucking someone like this. This was everything I had been chasing for weeks. And I couldn't get enough of it.

And I had discovered something real.

And it had become this connection between us.

I had it.

"Amanda!" I said.

"Josh," she said, more breathless and staggering than me.

"Fuck!"

We both came together. My sperm shot out like a rocket into her womb, and I was filled with a sense of purpose. I was fulfilling my destiny, and I knew Amanda was in that exact same place. She was cumming so hard that tears were streaming down her eyes. Her mouth was a constant gurgle and gasp.

I kept my cock deep inside of her, even after I finished spasming, willing my sperm to find her egg. We just lay there on the ground, panting, giggling, looking in each other's eyes.

We were both going to call off work and try as many times as possible today.

***

"Hey!" Patricia said as I came into the office with Lucy. "You're always so nice to visit us. Are those coffees?"

"Courtesies of my soon-to-be second baby mama," I said, handing them out to Renee, Caroline, and Patricia. Lucy already had her own.

"He's getting ahead of himself," Lucy laughed. "He tried to knock up Michelle yesterday. Who knows if it took. Amanda only just got confirmation yesterday, what is she now? Nine weeks pregnant?"

"So, I quit my job," I said. "Fuck party?"

The office workers went to their wallets and I pulled Lucy over to her desk. I was undoing her fly when Caroline, Patricia, and Renee started whooping and cheering for me, each with small bills in their hands.

The cheering was the big thing, the money throwing was fun too, and if I distracted them the right way, they didn't ask for the bills back afterwards. I pulled down Lucy's pants and bent her over her desk.

"I'm throwing in my newest kink into the mix," I said, rolling Lucy over and pulling her legs upward and vertical as the other women crowded and cheered.

"What kink is that?" Lucy asked, mildly amused like I was telling a decent story that I had told her a dozen times before and she was just being polite.

I leaned over her and put my lips near her left ear.

"My breeding kink."

When I pulled back, I was glad to see the bridge I had built between breeding and connection was bigger than my ultimatum to Amanda. That was sheer love on Lucy's face when I plunged inside of her.

The bills flew onto us as I fucked her. Properly distracted.

I didn't care about the money.