This choice: Your will weakens and when you discover the bedrooms.... • Go Back...Chapter #7Your will weakens and when you discover the bed... by: Mr. George   Wandering around the ground floor, you find a library, an elegant dining room that looks big enough for a dozen guests. There's also two living rooms. Becky starts to whine as you enter the kitchen, and see the door leading to the garage. A wide panoramic window gives you a view of the verdant back garden, and the swimming pool.
"Let's find the bedrooms!" she whines, as she pulls at your arm.
Her bottom lip is stuck out, and her eyes are filled with pent up energy.
"Alright." you concede, trying not to sound too eager.
The staircase sweeps around the wall of the hall, and gives a view over the entire entrance. Becky whimpers as you open the first door and find an enormous bathroom, with a tub big enough for three.
As you pull her out, her brain catches up, "Maybe later..." she purrs, as you walk down the hallway. The next door leads to the master bedroom, and you quickly pull it shut, as Becky tries to manhandle you over the threshold. With her skinny arms, and ridiculous bust, she is easy to resist. Although you aren't sure why you are resisting, but Becky's growing frustration suggests she'll be a wildcat in bed, once she is finally unleashed.
The next door is a guest bedroom, with a wall covered with built-in wardrobes, and a king-sized double bed. It's twice the size of your own, but after the master bedroom, it feels a little mundane. Walking in, you feel the shag carpet absorbing your impact, and you open first one side of the wardrobe then the other. The left is filled with male clothes, there are no shorts. In this world that might be a public indecency offence. The right hand side, is filled with women's clothes. A large selection of bras, although none are equipped to carry breasts smaller than a watermelon. Becky reaches out, and caresses the satin of one cup... "Oooh, smooth." she murmurs sensually.
As you open the last door, you hear the front door crash open, and the sounds of bare feet slap across the cold marble entrance, at a fast run.
There's an accompanying shriek, that sounds high and sexual, although that covers most things that would come out of Jennie's mouth (or go in).
"Please... Grey... please fuck me!" she finally whines.
She opens the last door, and it reveals another guest room. But even bigger and better than the last. There's large French windows leading to a balcony overlooking the swimming pool. In general the room is just better furnished and larger than the last.
There's a muffled cry, followed by a splash.
Even Becky who was sitting on the bed stroking the space beside her gets up. Sliding open the doors, you look down to see Jennie swimming lengths. Her arms flap frantically, without any real style or timing, she's not doing any real stroke.
"Come on Jennie... Do the breast stroke." you suggest.
At the sound of your voice, she stops flailing about and looks up at you.
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On seeing you she lets slip an 'Eeep!!', and thrashes forward.
"Not... not ... Jenn... Not Jennie.." she manages to stutter out.
A male voice talks over her, "Turns out Marcie here, didn't do as good a research job as she thought. Did you honey?"
The girl in the pool, fixes her gaze on the man inside the kitchen door of the ground floor.
"No... Jen... Jimmy... I didn't..." her tone is a mix of nerves and giggles.
Stepping outside, you see Jim emerge, his cock preceding him, bobbing side to side as he walks.
"Turns out little Mark now Marcie, didn't know how sex works in this dimension. HA! Silly girl."
"Oooh, that looks fun." Becky suggests, as her hands rest on your shoulder, and her tits press into your back. You can't suppress the shudder you feel, looking down at Bimbo Marcie.... as you wonder how long you will be able to resist yourself."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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