This is part six of a continuing story. I recommend reading the previous entries before this one.
Major themes of this series are cuckolding, consensual nonconsent, and revenge.
All feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading!
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Waking up came slowly the next morning. Dana moaned softly as I lifted my head, getting my bearings. We were spooning and my left hand was wrapped over her body. She held it in her hand, and her bare ass pressed against me. I carefully extracted my hand and grabbed my phone from the side table, but I heard a knock at the door before I could check the messages.
I kissed Dana on her shoulder and slid off the bed. I quickly pulled on some clothes as the knock came again, so I shut the door to not disturb Dana.
"Coming, coming!" called out as I opened the door.
"Not yet you aren't," retorted Madison.
Jesus, I wondered, does this woman *always* look amazing?
Madison cocked a hip and gave me a chance to take in the view, clearly knowing exactly what I was thinking. She was wearing a pair of tight yoga pants that made her cheerleader's thighs look amazing - and I could only imagine how her ass would look from behind. On top, she had an athletic sports bra, which made her breasts look almost as big as Dana's. She had several coffees in a drink tray with her.
"What are you doing here? It's ... what time is it?"
"It's 7:15, as requested ...?" Madison said as she pushed past me into the apartment. She was far too energetic for this time of day. "You texted me last night? Said I should come be an alarm clock, you had to wake up early for something?" I still had no idea what she was talking about - I certainly hadn't texted her anything like that. She set down the starbucks cups and took a few slow steps toward me, then continued in a more sexual tone, "You said I should come make good on my promise to lick your cum off someone's tits?"
It clicked - yesterday I had sent a picture of Dana to Madison, and she had responded saying she wanted to do just that. Last night, Dana had orchestrated her revenge on her boss Keith (with the help of my Master PC program), which consisted of making him watch me fuck Keith's wife Amanda. As I had done so, I'd noticed Dana texting on my phone - she must have set this up with Madison.
"Right, right," I said, nodding. "This way." I steered her down the hall to the bedroom, opened the door and pushed her in. "Look out, Dana! She's a live one! I'll be there after my shower." I shut the door and left the two to get acquainted.
I sat down at the computer in the living room and looked over the Master PC again, sipping one of the coffees Madison had brought. Everything was already set for Sarah and Steve, my ex and best friend who had betrayed me. It wasn't enough they had run off together; they had stolen my invention and sold it for billions of dollars that should have been mine. I smiled - today was the beginning of my revenge.
Then I checked on Amanda and Keith from last night. Dana had done a great job using my program - Amanda was already happy, no pain or other lingering ill effects from the intense ass-fucking I had given her the night before. She believed she'd had a great night of fun with her two old friends, and was on her way to file for divorce from Keith.
Keith, in my estimation, had gotten off light. He had laid a hand on Dana and tried to extort her, threatening to fire her unless she slept with him. Making him watch while Dana and I had fun with his wife had been fun, but it hardly felt severe enough for his crimes, in my opinion.
I started getting angry just thinking about it when I noticed something else - Dana had input that he would agree to the terms of Amanda's divorce, no matter what. Flicking back to her page, I saw that Amanda was planning to ask for everything. Literally. When she was done with him, he would literally not even own the clothes on his back.
Well played, Dana, I thought.
A loud moan brought me back to the present - it sounded like Dana and Madison were getting along just fine. I stood up to shower, looking forward to what would be waiting for me when I returned to the bedroom.
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A limo arrived just a little later to take me to the airport.
"You sure you don't want to come along?" I asked Dana.
She nodded. "You go, have fun. I'll be here when you get back."
I kissed her. Madison had left a while ago, but Dana still had a post-orgasmic glow that made her look even sexier than usual.
"Really, it's fine, go. Have some fun, have some 'fun,' just promise me you won't forget about me."
"I promise."
"And promise you won't tell me about any 'fun' unless I ask you to."
"I promise."
"One last thing?"
I finished tying my laces and stood before her again. "Yes ma'am?"
She grabbed my crotch through my pants and pulled me close, pushing her chest into my face. "Tell me, who is the best lay you ever had?"
"Dana Mitchell," I responded without hesitation.
"Who is the best, most wholesome girlfriend in the world?"
"Dana Mitchell, ma'am."
"And who is going to suck your soul out through your cock when you get back?"
"Dana Mitchell, I sure hope."
"Don't forget it!"
We finally parted and I went to the elevator, where the limo driver was waiting, pretending he hadn't seen and heard everything.
"Didn't want to let you go, eh?" he joked. "Seems like a fiery one."
The elevator doors opened and I was about to get on when I stopped in my tracks - Julie was in her cheerleader uniform and stepping off on my floor.
"Oh, hi!" she giggled without stopping. She strode quickly to my apartment door and rang the bell. I watched as Dana opened the door, pulled Julie in, and shot a wink my way.
The driver and I were so stunned we couldn't speak.
I stepped onto the elevator and finally answered the driver's earlier question: "Oh, you have no idea."
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The driver steered me past the main terminal and drove straight onto the tarmac, where a small private flight was waiting for me. He carried my bags aboard as I took in the sight. Sarah had really rolled out the red carpet for me - literally. A small red rug tumbled down the stairs from the airplane's cabin, and an attractive stewardess was waiting at the top of the stairs with a bottle of champagne.
So this, I thought, is what ten billion dollars of someone else's money gets you.
The pilot introduced herself, then closed the cockpit door and began preparing for takeoff, leaving just me and the stewardess in the back.
"You can sit anywhere you like, sir," she said. She had bright red hair done up in a severe bun, with a knee-length skirt and a freshly-pressed white collared shirt, underneath a boxy suit jacket. I looked around the cabin - there were several comfortable-looking chairs, of course, but also a couch on each side. I took a corner of a couch as she introduced herself.
"My name is Emma, and you can call me if there's anything you need at all during the flight. I'm here to serve you in any way you need, sir."
I grinned, sitting down. She probably didn't mean it to sound as dirty as it sounded to me, but it was enough to get my blood flowing all the same. Emma was good looking, and her uniform was not particularly flattering - I could only imagine how sexy she would look naked. I pulled out my laptop as we began taxiing toward takeoff.
"Out of curiosity, Emma - what was your last name?"
I soon had her profile brought up and gave it a quick skim. To my surprise, it seemed she might have been aware of how her phrasing could be taken, after all - it appeared that one of her biggest fantasies was to have sex with a client while on a long flight, but she had never done anything about it.
Seems like a real shame, I thought, not to make her dreams come true.
By the time the flight had leveled off and the pilot informed us we had about three hours to our destination, I had some changes ready for Emma in the Master PC program. I considered tweaking her various individual settings, but decided to give a general input instead, and let the program translate it.
Input: You are very attracted to your passenger, and strongly considering finally acting on your long-time fantasy. You trust that he will keep your secret and not try to get you fired or anything, even if you approached him and he said no. You want to try to seduce him before the flight lands.
Would she be direct? Shy? Proud or ashamed? I decided against manipulating things too closely; I preferred to put "guardrails" on the situation to steer it toward the conclusion I wanted, but without so much direct control that I couldn't be surprised.
I caught her stealing several looks at me from her seat a few chairs away, and after letting several go by I caught her eyes and smiled. She blushed and looked away as she nervously fidgeted with her uniform. I kept looking at her, letting her feel my eyes across her body, before I looked away.
After a few minutes the pilot clicked off the Fasten Seatbelt sign and Emma stood up and came to me. "Here, let me help you with that," she said, reaching down to my groin and undoing my own seatbelt. "There you go. Wouldn't want you feeling too constricted."
"Thank you, Emma," I smiled.
She turned to hide her blush, as if surprised at her own bravery. She walked back to the front of the cabin, giving me time to admire her backside. Perhaps not as well-muscled and toned as some of my recent partners, but it was nonetheless quite attractive. I looked up to see she had caught me staring.
"Sorry, what was that?" I asked.
"I asked, sir, if you'd like anything to drink."
"I'd have a mojito, if you'll join me," I said.
She smiled but shook her head. "I'd love to, but I'm really not supposed to. If Sarah found out -"
I made a show of looking around the cabin. "Is Sarah here? It's just you and me, Emma, and I can keep a secret."
She started mixing but asked, "Oh? Can you? What's the biggest secret you're keeping right now?"
"Oh, but then it wouldn't be a secret, would it?"
"No, I suppose not, but tell me anyway."
I chuckled. "I'll give you a hint, Emma - it's about you."
