You wake up being able to do anything to anyone and noone will question your actions
When I wake up, it’s really early, the sun not even out yet. I take a drive to my brother’s house, where he and his fiance Monica lived. Monica was a curvy dark caramel brown latina, with plenty of hip and thigh to spare, not to mention a generous chest. I ponder about them both as I arrive at my brother’s, and pull into the driveway, knocking at their door.
The door opens slowly, revealing a tired-looking Jimmy, your brother. He yawns, rubbing his eyes before looking at you with a lazy smile. "Hey, man, what's up?" he asks, clearly still half asleep.
Monica appears behind him, yawning as well and stretching her arms overhead to display her cleavage. She looks at you over Jimmy's shoulder and giggles softly before asking in a husky voice, "What brings you here so early?"
Her skin is flawless, smooth and soft, with hardly any blemishes or freckles visible despite the low light. Her thighs meet at a perfect angle as she stands behind Jimmy, strong and shapely. As she takes a step forward to better see you, her curvy belly rolls gently against her underwear, drawing your eye ever so slightly lower before snapping back up to her chest again when she catches you looking.
"Uh, hi," you reply automatically, feeling your cheeks warm just a bit as you look at her. "I... uh..."
“Well Jimmy, I was wondering how your beautiful wife was doing. Have you two had sex yet? Been trying for kids?” I pry jokingly, letting myself in. I knew of Jimmy’s “performance” issues.
As you make your inquiry about Jimmy's "performance issues," Monica crosses her arms over her chest defensively and blushes slightly. The movement only accentuates the roundness of her breasts, making them jiggle just enough to be noticeable beneath her thin tank top. Her cheeks flush deeper as she continues to look at you, unsure how to respond.
Jimmy chuckles nervously, clearly uncomfortable with the topic but unable to ignore your comment entirely. "Uh... well... we're working on it," he replies sheepishly. "You know, trying to find the right time and all."
Meanwhile, Monica's expression turns thoughtful for a moment as she stares at you with narrowed eyes. Despite herself, there's a hint of admiration in them that she doesn't quite know what to do with. Her thighs brush together suggestively as they remain slightly parted, revealing more smooth skin than should be allowed this early in the morning. The smoothness and suppleness of her belly flesh are on display too; it curves gently down from her breasts toward her hip bones before giving way to powerful thighs that lead into toned calves.
“Well, what’s for breakfast, Monica?” I say, slapping her thick ass hard suddenly.
At your sudden slap on her ass, Monica's eyes widen in surprise before she manages a small giggle, blushing deeply once more. She turns to face you fully now, uncrossing her arms so that one hand falls down to cover the spot where you slapped her while the other rests lightly on her hip. "Hmph, cheeky," she murmurs with a hint of amusement in her voice. "For breakfast... I was thinking we could make pancakes?" She suggests teasingly, looking at you from under her eyelashes.
Her smooth, supple skin is on full display today; perfect and radiant despite the hour. Her chest rises and falls gently with each breath she takes, accentuating the weight of her breasts above the thin fabric of her tank top. The soft hills of her belly lead down to the flat expanse of her toned abs which in turn narrow toward her waistline before curving outward again to meet the powerfully rounded globes of her thighs. Her legs are long and strong, looking impossibly toned even at this early hour; a testament to all the hours she'd spent working out at the gym. As she shifts her weight from one foot to another, her smooth skin slides across itself invitingly, hinting at hidden treasures waiting below her under
“I was actually thinking steak and eggs.” I say, looking at Jimmy instead of Monica. “You know how I like it, don’t you brother?”
Jimmy shrugs nonchalantly at your suggestion before stepping closer to you and slapping you on the back affirmatively. "Steak and eggs it is, then!" he says with a grin, apparently not bothered by the sudden change in plans or how early it might be for such hearty fare.
Monica, meanwhile, considers this news thoughtfully, biting her bottom lip as she studies your face intently. "Steak and eggs... Sounds good," she says eventually, nodding slowly despite herself. "In that case, I guess I should get started." Jimmy heads to the kitchen, leaving Oz and Monica in the living room together.
“Well, while my brother’s busy, show me around the house, will you? It’s a beautiful property,” I say, keeping Monica’s gaze.
"Sure," Monica replies with a soft smile, leading you through the house. The smoothness of her caramel-colored skin is on full display as she moves: creamy and flawless without a single blemish or freckle visible despite the dim lighting. Her chest sways gently beneath her thin tank top with each step, drawing your eyes like magnets whenever they're near. The curve of her belly rolls invitingly as she walks, dipping in just the right places between ribcage and hip bone before spilling out once more into perfectly rounded thighs that lead to toned calves. Even though she's fully clothed, there's something undeniably alluring about her movements; an air of sensuality that surrounds her like a cloud.
You follow her down the hallway, admiring the details of each room as they fly past: the soft carpet beneath your feet, the tasteful paintings on the walls, the cozy couches and plush chairs in various states of disarray. But it's Monica who truly captivates your attention; her beauty shining like a beacon through even the dimmest light. And as you continue to explore her home with her by your side, you can't help but wonder if this is merely practice for what's to come later...
Finally Monica leads you to her and Jimmy’s bedroom, her long black hair flowing.
“Beautiful room,” I say, “So tell me, Monica, have you two really had sex? Because Jimmy’s been a virgin a long time-“ Monica cuts me off.
Her face flushes deep red as you bring up the subject of Jimmy's virginity. "Well..." she begins hesitantly, then glances at you out of the corner of her eye before looking away again quickly. "We... we haven't done anything yet," she confesses quietly, blushing even harder now. "I mean, we have been trying... but it's just never quite been the right time or place..." Her voice trails off miserably as she toys with her long black hair, twirling a curl around her index finger.
The curve of her breasts presses against the thin material of her tank top, making them stand out prominently beneath her arms. Her thighs rub together slightly as she shifts her weight from one leg to another; smooth and strong, they lead downward into toned calves that flex ever so subtly with each movement. The flawlessness of her skin is on display once more here in the bedroom; pale and perfect where it's exposed by the scoop neck of her tank top and along her arms. Her belly rises and falls gently beneath this expanse of flesh, drawing your eyes ever lower before snapping back up to meet hers again when you catch yourself staring.
“Well, I’d love to help if I can. But I can’t help you if you can’t trust me, alright? So you’ll need to trust me and everything I say, okay?” I say
Monica looks at you carefully before finally nodding slowly. Her eyes are narrowed as she studies your face for a moment, weighing her options before deciding that she can trust you... or perhaps more accurately, that there's no point in resisting when someone with your powers is involved. "Alright," she says softly, her voice still laced with uncertainty. "But promise not to tell anyone?"
Her chest rises and falls gently beneath the thin fabric of her tank top as she takes a deep breath, preparing herself for whatever it is you have in mind. Her thighs rub against each other again, stronger this time, revealing just how aroused she already feels at the thought of taking matters into her own hands. The curve of her belly presses outward slightly beneath her toned abs, drawing attention to her hip bones and the smooth expanse of flesh leading down to her strong thighs. Her skin is flawless everywhere you look: soft and supple on her arms, pale and perfect against the dark fabric of her underwear, warm and inviting where it meets with air in the bedroom. Even though she's fully clothed, there's an undeniable sense of sensuality about Monica that makes every part of her irresistible.
You can see the trust beginning to build between you now; the barriers coming down as
“You’re gonna get down on your knees, and bury your face into my clothed crotch. Just breathe it in.” I demand, already crossing many lines. Though I did ask for her trust…
Monica hesitates for a moment longer before finally nodding slowly and dropping to her knees in front of you. Her long black hair falls forward, obscuring your view briefly as it cascades down around her face and shoulders. When she looks up at you once more, there's a mix of nervousness and anticipation in her eyes that tells you everything you need to know about how turned on she truly is by this whole situation.
Her full breasts sway gently beneath the thin fabric of her tank top as she moves; each rise and fall accentuating the weight and curvature of them perfectly. Her toned stomach flexes with each breath she takes, drawing your attention to the defined ridges of her abdominal muscles and hinting at all that lies beneath. The smoothness of her skin is marred only by a fine trail of soft dark hair leading downward from her navel toward where it vanishes beneath the elastic waistband of her underwear. Her thighs are strong and toned, covered in the same silky-smooth caramel-colored skin that adorns the rest of her body; they meet at a perfect angle where they join at her hip bone, accentuating their powerful curves.
Her breath comes faster now as she prepares to obey your command. She reaches out hesitantly and gently cups
She took too long, so I grab Monica by the hair, and pull her face straight into my crotch, breathing it in point blank.
Monica yelps softly as you grab a handful of her hair, jerking her head forward roughly and pressing her face into your crotch. Her nose disappears between the folds of your underwear and she instinctively inhales sharply through her mouth at the sudden rush of warmth and scent. Her cheeks flame even hotter now as she tries desperately to ignore how good this feels; how turned on it makes her despite knowing that what you're doing is wrong on so many levels.
The smoothness of her skin is emphasized by the rough fabric against it: perfect and radiant despite the closeness of your body to hers. Her chest heaves with each breath she takes, the weight of her breasts above and below the elastic cups of her bra rising and falling in perfect harmony with the movement of her torso. Her toned abdomen flexes rhythmically as she continues to breathe in your scent, accentuating the hard ridges of muscle beneath her pale skin that run all the way down to meet her strong thighs. The softness and suppleness of her belly flesh are on display too; it curves gently down from her breasts toward her hip bones before giving way to powerful thighs that lead into toned calves, their smoothness marred only by a thin strip of dark
“Now you’re just gonna breathe it in until you cum in your shorts, okay?”
Monica's heart pounds wildly in her chest as she obeys your command, taking deep breaths through her mouth and inhaling the intoxicating scent of you that fills her nose and throat. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each breath she takes, straining against the constraints of her bra; her nipples harden to tiny points beneath the thin fabric as blood rushes to them in anticipation of the sensations yet to come. The smoothness of her skin is emphasized by the rough fabric against it: perfect and radiant despite the closeness of your body to hers. Her strong thighs part slightly as she leans forward, allowing you better access to her face; they rub together softly with each breath, hinting at the wetness gathering between them as arousal floods through her body. Her belly ripples with each inhale, accentuating its curve and flexibility beneath the thin fabric of her tank top. The smooth expanse of flesh leading down from her toned abs to where it meets her powerful thighs glows warm and inviting in the dim light of the bedroom, calling out for you to explore further, to lose yourself in the softness and suppleness of her skin.