Master PC - NYC Edition Ch. 06-09

"I have this teacher's convention I'm supposed to be attending for my job and I found an AirBnB out here. I've actually skipped half of the events. It's just so fun exploring New York. How have you been??" She seemed genuinely happy to see him and she couldn't stop looking deep into his eyes.

"I'm good." he then kind of changed key. "Misha, if you don't mind, I have a couple more work emails to finish up."

"Boo!" she said jokingly.

"I know, my boss has me putting in some hours on the weekend. Are you gonna be here for a minute? I'd love to catch up..." He knew she would stay.

"Yeah, sure Nat. I'll be right over there at that table. Holler at me when you're done."

So that left four customers -- Julia, the ditz; Alice, the big-titty viking; the Mexican teen, Lupe; and Misha, his old high school crush. There were also the two baristas. The girl barista was of medium build with a fully shaved head. She was really pretty with kind of a young Sinead O'Connor look. He increased the size of her ass and made it soft but firm like a Temper-Pedic pillow.

The guy barista, Nat thought, could come in useful so he pulled him up on the program. He built up his muscles, made him more charismatic and attractive and gave him some of the sexual skills that Nat had, like the ability to control his erection, orgasms, and load size. The program said he had a 6 inch dick. Nat changed it to 9 inches and then made him fully subservient to himself but with the ability to suggest interesting activities and to wrangle the girls, if needed.

He didn't realize it at first, but Nat was setting up a bonafide orgy. It would be his first!

He sent the female barista to go put an "out to lunch" sign on the door which would give them a couple hours of fooling around time. In the meantime he finished up his design by adding a couple more group commands:

"All disease and pregnancy potential will be temporarily bypassed during Nat's presence. All female subjects will have equal proclivity for male and female partners, though Nat's pleasure will always be top priority. All subjects will follow Nat's verbal commands but they will also have an embedded profile of Nat's general tastes and desires and they will act on those, when appropriate. Sensual contact with any other human in the cafe will be five time more pleasurable than usual. Through means of either physical exertion or mental valor, each subject will be able to take a very large object, such as a monster cock, into all three orifices. You will all love cum, though a random selection will resist it at first. Finally, you will all be experts at love-making and fulfilling other people's sexual and emotional needs."

With that, he pressed enter and took a brief break to collect himself before heading over to Misha's table.

Eight

Misha's table was right next to the front of the cafe, where there was a shade drawn over the window. She was scanning over something on her phone but looked up to find Nat standing over her table. She smiled warmly and stared into his eyes, deeply. They chatted some, and Nat was generally interested in finding out what Misha had been up to and how some of their old classmates were doing. She had had a brief failed marriage already, but was single for a while now and loving it. There was some sweat on her body from her workout, but she wasn't gross. Nat couldn't get over how gorgeous she had become—a real woman, but with a youthful vivacity. Her lips were succulent and spongey, her eyes were big and captivating and her hips and ass and thighs were perfectly thick.

As he tried to converse with Misha, he couldn't help but be distracted by Julia, the ditz, on her phone, still yakking loudly, a couple feet away. He also took a second to scan around the room, taking in the site of all his little pawns going about their business, without a clue they were now part of his little film scene. He looked briefly at his Scandinavian subject whose now-gigantic breasts were weighing down her top and just sitting like fluffy sandbags against the table. They pulled down the neckline of her top so that he could see that long vertical line where he would, soon, probably be putting his now-massive cock into, like a kid playing with their train set going through a dark, mysterious tunnel.

He returned his gaze to Julia. Her bust had really improved with the extra cup size and she was poking out prominently from her black top. He decided she would need to get disciplined right now, for being a little cunt.

He turned to Misha, "Please excuse me for one second. Forgive me, but I need to take care of this."

He picked up the cup with just ice left from Misha's coffee and launched the contents at Julia's chest, hitting her on the arm and chest. She exploded, turning towards him with fury and putting her phone down.

"What the hell, asshole?!

"What? You needed to be shut up," Nat said smirking.

"Who made you the director of this cafe?" she said, extremely angry.

"I did." Nat said. Then taking a more rebuking tone he continued. "I think you should apologize to my friend Misha, here, for bothering her and I."

Julia's total expression changed. She looked indignant but also smaller and more insecure. The program was making her feel more like a teenager and also increasing her sex drive (as indicated by her sudden restless leg-twitching).

"Nat," said Misha, "that's really not necessary."

"It is," said Nat. "What's your name?" he said, looking at Julia.

"Julia."

"Julia, go over to Misha and apologize."

Julia immediately followed his command, standing up and walking over to Julia and telling her she was sorry for talking on the phone.

Nat whispered to Misha, "Just go along with it."

Misha told Julia, "It's OK, Julia. Don't let it happen again," as she winked at Nathaniel.

"Now Julia," Nat continued, "come back over to me and hand me your phone." She did as she was told, wondering in the back of her mind, why she was having this sudden attraction to this man, so much so, it seemed, that she wanted to follow his every command. When he talked admonishingly to her, she felt like a young version of herself, back in her parents house. It was humiliating. But at the same time, she was hornier than she'd been in quite a while, and there were no other men around besides the cashier. So she stood at attention and waited.

As Julia stood before him, waiting, Nat realize he was sick of making up a story. It was a little mentally exhausting and kind of took a little of the fun out it. Like on a film project, he, himself, had done the work of finding a location, casting the actors, making directorial notes, even providing some cosmetic adjustments to "enhance" the depth of the story. He had put all these pieces in motion and now he just wanted to "press play." So he pulled out his phone and added another group command. The people in the cafe would all take action to create a "golden globe-winning adult film scene" just as they assumed their director, Nat, would want it. He then pulled up his own profile and gave himself a temporary naivete as to the inner-workings of his subjects' storyline. But he reserved the ability and cognizance to interject with a command or even modification, if it so suited his creative and erotic fancy. He would know just enough about the program to enhance his own experience, but not enough to connect the pieces that the external reality was a result of his programming. A similar example would be like how a person with Alzheimers can remember what they ate for breakfast, and when bingo starts, but not their name (even if the waiter had said, "hello Billy," two minutes earlier).

He pressed enter. Julia still looked at him quizzingly, but she started to wriggle her nose, as if she was smelling some wonderful aroma.

"What is it?" Nat said with a curious chuckle, now having no recollection of the commands he had originally given her.

"I feel like somebody here has a particular sizable cock in their trousers, or at least it smells as such." She actually got a little misty as she sussed out the pleasing scent. "It's you, isn't it?" she said, glancing at Nat's crotch and smiling.

Nat was surprised. He knew he had an oversized penis, but how did she know that? "That's for me to know and you to find out," said Nat, jokingly

She looked annoyed and stomped her foot like an angry teen. "Can I just take a look? I won't do anything with it, I promise..."

At that moment, Nat looked over at Misha who was enthralled by the scene that was unfolding. She gave him a cute smile, rolling her eyes a little, shrugging, then mouthing the words, "Let her."

Nat looked around and had the sense that no one was really paying attention."OK, get down on your knees," he said. Julia quickly kneeled down, all the way, getting her nose closer to his crotch like it was some kind of flower bouquet.

Misha cleared her throat, "Nat, do you want me to come over and help you with her?" She was sincere and dedicated like a friend asking if you need help moving a couch.

"Sure, Misha. Thanks." She walked over and kneeled down behind Julia, her V-neck top sinking down to show her chocolate cleavage.

"I'm gonna take off her shirt for her. It might just give her more mobility, right?"

Nat said, "I concur with those statements."

Misha then whispered, "Come here, baby," and started to pull up the bottom of her shirt over her head. She was wearing a simple pink bra and her breasts were jutting out. Misha proceeded to stroke her hair some. Julia closed her eyes ever so slightly at the soothing touch of another woman, but she opened them up quickly still fixated on the aromatic scent of a big dick within reach.

Nat said to Julia, "you've gotten on my nerves today," knowing instinctually that scolding her was some kind of trigger. "I'm gonna let you have this dick this once, but if you don't treat it with care and respect, you're not gonna get your phone back and I might have to tell your mother about how bad you've been."

"Please don't, sir," said Julia. "I don't wanna get in trouble. Just let me show you how I can do this and you won't be let down."

Nat gave her the go-ahead and she quickly got to work undoing his belt and pants and pulling them down. He wasn't hard yet underneath his boxers and normally he might be worried there was some kind of malfunction, but not today. Today it was almost like he wanted to make her work for it.

As she pulled down his underwear, she took in a big breath of his musky scent through her nose. His member was extremely handsome and sizable for a flaccid dick. As if she was a connoisseur, the sight of his flaccid dick was enough to give her confirmation that her nasal intuition was correct. She reached up to grab it and then recoiled, looking up to him for permission. He nodded his head and she began fondling his nuts and dick, a look of pure satisfaction and fulfillment on her face. Nat began to allow his dick to unfold, ever so slowly.

When he got about halfway-hard, Julia began to use a tugging motion like a farmer milking a cow. Misha stepped in. "Here honey, let me give you some lubrication to make to him feel better." She pulled Julia's hands back and spit a long strand of saliva on to them, which Julia winced at, but then kind of nodded in approval. "Now you spit on your hands, OK baby?" Julia did as Misha advised. Misha looked up at Nat and winked again, though it was clear her previous role as a professional, "old acquaintance,", and bystander was slowly converting into a fully active participant, and perhaps an aroused one at that. As Julia applied her new saliva puddle to the half-hard cock, Misha felt some lubricating of her own, down below. Like Julia, without seeing it in it's "full dress," she already knew there was a very special cock here and she never would have thought that Nat had this type of equipment.

"Can I take her bra off for you, Nat?"

"Yeah I think it's about time," said Nat. Misha slowly unclasped Julia's bra, allowing her breasts to fall free. Nat approved of what he saw. And Misha gave him a devilish look as she reached around and cupped the soft breast flesh, squeezing ever so gently and then tweaking the nipples, ever so gently. Julia yelped in pleasure, her breasts being much more sensitive than usual. Misha didn't bat an eye.

Nat drooled at this incredibly erotic scene, the skinny, but chesty white chick being groped by a confident, curvy black girl while his massive dick got rubbed up and down by two soft, eager hands.

Julia had began to paint the saliva onto Nat's cock which was now at about three-quarters erect after seeing his high school crush getting involved. Julia began to grasp the full shaft with her hands, which was nearing the diameter of a PVC pipe. She lovingly began a slow stroke, gathering, and evenly distributing, the combined saliva of the two girls along his thick meat stick.

"Stroke it like you mean it, bitch!" The words sounded a bit awkward as they came out of his mouth, but again, she diligently followed his order and pressed her tongue out against her cheek as if she was working on a complicated math problem. She used one hand, then the other, then both, sometimes giving particular attention to the balls or just the tip. Misha had gotten closer to Julia so that the front of her own breasts were pressed against Julia's back, through her sports bra, as she continue to massage Julia's perky tits.

"Can I take off my shirt too, Nat? I want you to see my boobs. I know you've always wanted to."

Nat couldn't argue with her on that. Did he really deserve all this? The devotion of all these woman? His incredible 10+ inch dick? This confidence? Where was it all coming from? He used to sit at home alone, some weekend nights, and hear stories of how his friends had conquered all this pussy. He never thought that that could be him. But now it was all so real. He looked around at the few others in the cafe and found it strange that they didn't really notice this ridiculous sex scene happening. He wondered to himself, if they were interested in joining the fun. The large breasted Scandinavian woman typed feverishly on her laptop, her tits gyrating like oversized balloons with each key press. The little, sexy Mexican teen had her earbuds in, watching something on her phone. The female cashier waited patiently at the register, despite the fact the door sign said, "out to lunch." None of it really made sense to him, and yet he was fully inside of the experience.

Suddenly he snapped out of it and turned to what was in front of him, as Julia stroked on his dick, contented, as if she could do it for hours on end. Misha awaited an answer to her question as she pulled down ever so lightly on the neckline of her sports bra, biting her lip and still smiling at him.

"OK, Misha. Yes. Take off your sports bra." As she pulled off her top and let her double D breasts flop out, Nat finally became fully, almost painfully hard. Misha began to rub her own tits and then pulled one of them up to suck on her own nipple. Nat decided to take action.

"Julia stop stroking my dick. Both of you stand up. Julia, turn around and start playing with Misha's breasts." They did as instructed. Looking at Julia's ass through her tight jeans, he saddled up behind her and start sliding his ten inches down along her crack. She moaned. But he wasn't satisfied with that and started to forcefully unbutton her pants and unzipper her fly. He kicked off her little boat shoes with his feet and painstakingly cinched her pants down to her ankles before ripping them off completely. Fucking hipsters and their skinny jeans, he thought.

Julia had on cream-colored panties that rode kind of high in an 80's style. They were like a semi-thong, so her modest, toned, but still bubbly, ass cheeks poked out on either side. Nat decided to check if she was enjoying this interactive experience. He grabbed the material of her panties passing under her taint and pulled up hard on it so it wedged into her pussy. "Oh my God," she said as she continued to squeeze on Misha's large breasts. Nat took his finger and scooped slowly along the edge of the thong, slightly pressing in so that he parted her pussy lips.

"It's wetter than a water slide," he said, looking at Misha and smiling.

"I wanna try!" said Misha. She pushed her hand down the front of Julia's underwear and she moaned, closing her eyes in pleasure. "Oh my God. She's got a really hairy bush! I thought these white chicks liked to keep it neat these days."

Misha didn't stop there. She pushed her hand down further and taking her middle finger, she hooked back up inserting her finger deep in Julia's hole and then pressing against her G-spot. Julia moaned loudly. Nat pulled down her panties to her legs and put his clam shell-sized cock head against her pussy from behind as he reached around to squeeze her tits. As he tweaked her nipple she let out another guttural moan and her pussy flooded with juices.

"Should I fuck this bitch?" said Nat to Misha.

"Yeah but wait," she said. "Put her up against the glass and make her bend over more so her love hole is really on display." Nat loved how Misha was coaching him. She was so excited like a fan cheering on the quarterback of football game.

"You heard her," Nat said as he gave Julia a spank on the ass. "Get up against the glass!". Julia scuttled over to the glass, her panties still around her ankles. She bent over and jutted her ass out. Nat could now see the furry bush sticking out below. It was already messy with her juices. Misha walked around and stood to the side of Nat in order to get a good view. She grabbed his neck and pulled his face down to her mouth and they had a passionate kiss, their tongues swirling around in spit.

"I've been waiting a long time to do that," said Misha.

Nat was totally surprised. "Wait, what?"

"I've always had a thing for you. Never understood why you didn't ask me out. You probably could have taken my little black cherry, back in the day." With that, she grabbed her running shorts and panties in one fist and slowly pulled the remaining pieces of clothes off her body.

Nine

Nat was in a whirlwind of feelings and emotions. Julia's wet snatch was waiting for his cock. Misha, with her sexy, sweat-dampened body was rubbing her mound against his leg. He felt like the king of the world and his sexual lust was at a peak, as if he had just downloaded an entire collection of new porn.

"I think it's time to give this white bitch your rod. She clearly needs it," whispered Misha.

Nat smiled, loving Misha's attitude. He took his left arm and pulled her close, fondling her amazing ass. Then he lined up his dick and exclaimed, "Here it comes!" pushing forcefully against Julia's opening.

Julia braced herself against the glass window facade. As the cock entered her, she was practically unable to breathe. And yet, she was able to accommodate him more than she had expected. It hurt. But it hurt good. Nat wasn't able to push in, to the hilt, right away, but Misha, having caught on to Julia's little weakness, reached down Julia's body and gave her left breast a firm slap. Julia let out a loud "ohhhh," and her pussy secreted more fluid like an orange in a juicer. Nat rammed his cock in further until it was almost to the base.

Misha squeezed on his shoulder, looking up at him and said, "Can I taste that?" Nat felt like he was truly in heaven. He slid it out of Julia very slowly and then presented it to Misha who bent over at the waist to place her mouth on his cock. She licked up and down his pole, tasting Julia's juices, and then she stretched her mouth around his cock head and started to pump up and down, working the top half of his dick as her titties bobbed up and down. Nat ran his one hand through her thick hair while he took his other hand and played lightly with the outer lips of Julia's pussy, tantalizing her.