Chapter Six: The Return
Max walked hurriedly down the high street. A large party had come in at five to nine, just as the kitchen was getting ready to close down, meaning he got out way later than he'd planned. Jeanette had texted him and told him to catch up with them in Moles bar. If he made the next bus, he could catch up with his friends and salvage his Friday night. He was fortunate to see the bus come down the road just as he got to the bus stop. He puffed out his cheeks in relief. The bus pulled up, emptying passengers out onto the street, and Max joined the file waiting patiently to be let on.
'You are not to get on this bus,' a breathy voice said in his ear intimately.
Some shouting from the girls upstairs brought Max back from his distant memories. He barely remembered the day that Ms. Adler 'hired' him, one of the most promising young chefs in the country, to work as her personal chef. Within days of her ensnaring him at that bus stop, he'd moved to Leadworth house and had barely left the building since. She began using him almost immediately. He thought about Jeanette at the start, his fiancé, and couldn't comprehend Ms. Adler being able to make him fuck her over and over. He was racked with guilt. Ms. Adler always sensed when he was feeling his most remorseful and forced him to orgasm specifically in those moments to compound his shame.
'I bet that fiancé let you cum in her didn't she? You won't be doing that to me darling,' Ms. Adler lectured condescendingly. Soon he wasn't allowed to finish at all.
She made it clear that she adored the feeling of a cock inside her but couldn't abide dealing with the mess. For that reason, Max fulfilled the role of personal chef and chief sex toy.
'Sex toys don't cum,' she reminded him over and over as she rode him. Revelling in his anguish as she rode him to her fourth, fifth, sixth orgasm of the night. When Emily arrived, his problems doubled. Ms. Adler revelled in the ironic torture, giving Max sexual pleasure beyond his comprehension with two of the most beautiful women he'd every been with, never able to push himself to orgasm.
Emily, on the other hand, couldn't stop herself if she tried. Ms. Adler took great pleasure in making Emily's buzzer go right as she was serving a meal. At the click of her fingers, Emily's knees would buckle, and she'd send the food Max had prepared for Ms. Adler flying across the room. Ms. Adler would then punish Max for delivering dinner late by getting Emily to give him a slow, teasing blow job for hours, pushing his frustration to maddening heights.
Max realised his mind had drifted again. Ms. Adler wasn't at Leadworth currently. It had been five days since the box had forced Nathalie to titfuck Max until he came all over her. The girls hadn't spoken to him since that afternoon. They had largely separated themselves from him, knowing that his intrusive sexual desires were now coming to fruition thanks to the power of the box. Although none of them actively blamed Max for what had happened, it was clear there was some resentment that the girls become pawns in Max's every fantasy as soon as the box turned on. He felt a stir inside him as he remembered the other day. While he didn't want to make the girls do anything they didn't want to do, and always felt guilt and shame for what he put them through, the pleasure of Nathalie's huge rack milking him dry had been the realisation of the ultimate fantasy. For less than a split second, he'd wished she had his cock in her mouth again. His eyes widened. Frantically he plucked at a hair on his arm. Trying to distance himself from the thought as quickly as he could. Sitting dead still in the armchair of the large drawing room, he paused to make sure his fantasising hadn't had any repercussions. Silence. Then off in the distance he heard the girls giggled to themselves. Max breathed a sigh of relief, taking the girls' laughter as a sign he'd gotten away with it.
'We can't punish him like this, he isn't doing it on purpose,' Emily said in Max's defence.
'I know that, but I just can't look him in the eyes at the moment,' Nathalie replied.
Emily and Nathalie continued back and forth as they sat on Inma's bed. The three sequestering themselves to avoid giving Max too much to think about. Inma was in the bathroom moisturising her face, casually interjecting with the girls' conversation as it continued.
'We all need to get away from the box,' said Inma, 'but the box can't
know
they we're trying to get away, or we'll spend the next three weeks in French maids' outfits bent over a table while Max empties his balls into us'.
'Exactly, look at this giant rack I got just for touching the front door,' Nathalie agreed. 'Honestly, I can't even button my shirts anymore.'
'SHHHHH
' Emily and Nathalie hissed. Both concerned that Max would overhear and get another wonderful idea.
Inma chuckled at the absurdity of the situation. She held the moisturiser bottle up to the window to see how much she had left. It was an expensive brand, and she'd managed to keep it safe from all the other girls in the house, Ms. Adler included. From the light that shined through the opaque container, she could see she had about two thirds of a container left. Finishing her post-shower routine, she reached out a hand to open the bathroom cabinet. However, her hand shook as she went to return the moisturiser to its proper place. She let out an exasperated sigh as she felt an impulse take a hold of her.
'Everything okay Inma?' Emily enquired, hearing the disturbance from the other room.
'This moisturiser is really expensive,' Inma replied, a frustrated sulk strewn across her face.
'Did you run out?'
'No,' Inma said exasperated, 'but I'm about to dump this whole container onto Nathalie's huge tits'.
Emily looked around confused. Nathalie was no longer sat on the bed, she was on her knees in the middle of the bedroom floor reluctantly shuffling the sports bra over her head. Inma lurched forward and, grasping the tube of moisturiser, crudely emptied the contents onto Nathalie's voluptuous breasts. Nathalie mindlessly began rubbing the moisturiser lightly, spreading it across every inch of the mountains on her chest.
'We did this for him already,' Emily said.
'I have to pleasure him,' said Nathalie reluctantly. Still covered in the lotion. She staggered out the door and towards the staircase. Given that they didn't feel compelled, the girls chose not to follow her. They couldn't stop anything that was about to happen anyway.
Nathalie walked into the room with Max, who was still sat in the large arm chair. He was immobilised by the sight. Nathalie's tits bouncing heavily as she walked towards him, glistening from the oily lotion that enveloped them. She knelt in front of him and pulled his bottom layer off. Leaving his hardening cock exposed. She took a dollop of lotion from her left breast and began to rub it on him. He stiffened immediately, gasping.
Nathalie looked down at her tits, 'you better start rubbing too,' she said idly, 'the lotion rubbing is just foreplay, and I can't do what I have to do until it's all rubbed in.'
Max stiffened even more, he loved her melons slippery and wet, especially while she was handling his cock. He filled his hands with them, rubbing as Nathalie expertly pleasured him with her lubricated hand. Her warmth glided effortlessly up and down his shaft, sending sparks throughout his body every time she brushed the sensitive head. He pressed her breasts together as he rubbed them, enjoying how her cleavage swelled and bounced with his fondling.
