"Mhh-I-Ah! Should probably--ngh--start heading home!" Patty shouted, already half dressed by the foot of the bed, struggling to be heard over Megan's erotic outbursts and the clap my hips against her ass as I pounded her into the mastress and into submission.
"W-wait, don't g-go, ah!" Megan pleaded even as I hammered against her cervix, "T-the s-sun isn't even down yet!"
"Exactly, I want to be able to see my way home," Patty rolled her eyes, "Honestly, I thought you would be happy now that you get stud over here all to yourself."
"B-but s-sharing is c-c-c," Megan's words failed her as I felt her passage squeeze and pulse around my cock as an orgasm ripped through her. Following Megan's lead, a deep grunt echoed from my chest as I dumped another fat load into her.
"Mmgh," An unintelligible moan escaped from Megan's before she buried her head into a pillow while the condom inside of her inflated with my spunk.
Looking over, I made eye contact with Patty, who had a healthy blush across her cheeks, though it was a marked improvement over the complete meltdown she would have had earlier in the day.
I guess she had been desensitized after the day of nonstop fun we had engaged in. The only break we had was to leave the mall after getting tired of the changing stall.
Still, despite everything we had done, Patty was going to leave my apartment with a bare stomach.
[Profile: Patty Paterson]
Status
Affection: 90/100
Lust: 80/100
Bond: Lovers
Rank: F
Bio
Personality: Calm, Intelligent, Shy
Kink(s): Unknown
Pact: None
I hadn't even managed to fill up either meter, and surprisingly, lust was lower than affection, despite the afore-mentioned fuck fest. Still, I wasn't too bothered; after all, I couldn't expect to fuck every single girl I came across into being my star-crossed lover.
Summer was a prime example of that. I had done more risque things with her than anyone else, but she was definitely the farthest away from becoming enthralled.
"I'm sad to see you go, but I won't keep you here against your will," I muttered huskily as I stood up, pulling out my cock, and making Megan moan at the sudden movement, "I just want you to do something for me before you go."
Patty swallowed hard, and I watched as her eyes dipped down to stare at the filled condom hanging off my cock. Reaching down, I carefully pulled the condom off before tying it closed and handing it to Patty, who had to cradle it in both hands.
"How does it feel?" I asked as Patty stared at the rubber.
"H-heavy and h-hot," Patty stammered out a reply, unable to look me in the eye as she cradled my seed like it was the most valuable thing in the world.
"Good, I want you to keep in your underwear until you get home," I said with a straight face, making Patty freeze on the spot, "Y-you want me to what?"
I didn't bother replying, instead staring at Patty in silence until she moved, using one hand to pull on the waistband of her panties while the other gently dropped the condom down her crotch.
A shiver passed through Patty as she gingerly pulled on her skirt before glancing up at me, "A-am I free to go now?"
"One more thing," I muttered before leaning forward and pressing my lips against Patty's in a quick but intense kiss that left her breathless as I pulled away, "Okay, now you're good to go."
Patty blushed, "O-okay, I-i'll see you on Monday! Bye, Meg!"
"Mnnh," Megan answered breathlessly, her head still buried in the pillow.
"Wow, you really didn't go easy on her, did you?" Patty muttered, making me smile, "Yeah, but she would strangle me if I did."
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"God, I can't feel my legs," Megan muttered from behind me as she stumbled out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but one of my shirts.
I heard her as she sat across the table from me, but I didn't look up from my phone, something that earned me a frustrated cough.
Looking up from the screen, I let an apologetic smile spread across my face, "Sorry."
Megan rolled her eyes at my antics and dropped the fake annoyance, "Whatever, I know if it's something that can stop you from eye fucking me, it must be important."
"Well, it is," I confirmed before putting my phone on the table and sliding it over to Megan, "Here, take a look."
Picking up the phone, Megan's brow furrowed as she glanced over the screen, "Is this a farm?"
I nodded with an eager smile, "Yep, and it's just outside of town. I'm thinking about going tomorrow."
"Wait a minute, I think I recognize this place," Megan muttered as she pursed her lips, "Yeah, this is the old Ode Farm. My family used to go all the time during the fall; they had everything from a corn maze to apple picking."
"Really? Why did you stop going?" I asked as Megan handed the phone back to me.
"I think there was some fire or something, and the farm never financially recovered. Honestly, I'm still surprised it hasn't been put up for sale." Megan answered before glancing at me with a raised eyebrow, "Don't tell me you're thinking about going into the agricultural business as well?"
"Definitely not," I replied with a smirk, "But I was hoping that I might be able to offset the cost of some of the ingredients by buying in bulk or increasing the price with higher quality."
"Mhh, you're all about that money, aren't you?" Megan laughed.
"I have to be if we want ever to go shopping again like we did today," I muttered dryly, "Besides, you don't want to live above the restaurant forever, do you?"
Megan shrugged, "I don't mind it, it feels cozy."
"You deserve more than cozy," I answered honestly, "You deserve everything and more. And it's my job to give that to you. That means a big house and more clothes than you could ever possibly wear."
"I'm not that shallow," Megan complained with a roll of her eyes, before she stared at me with a vulnerable gaze, "While I'll admit shopping was really fun, as long as we're together, I'll be happy. My life was miserable before I met you, and now I feel nothing but pure bliss, in more ways than one."
Taking in Megan's heartfelt statement, I leaned across the table and kissed her gently, conveying the depth of what I felt wth my lips instead of words.
Pulling away after a minute, Megan let out a contented sigh, "Hmmm, that was good."
"Like I said, you deserve it," I repeated before standing up from the table, "Here, let me get started on dinner. I was thinking something quick, maybe some chicken and pasta?"
"Sounds good to me, I could do with some protein and easy carbs after the day we had," Megan said as I pulled out a pan. "Alright then, but here's the real question, red sauce or white sauce?"
"White, it reminds me of something else thick and creamy."
I let out an amused scoff as Megan easily slipped back into her usual antics, "Your wish is my command, white sauce it is."
--[Day 7 Report]--
Simlife
Profits: 0
Cost: -$943
Gross: 0
Modifiers: Fortune II [+10%]
Income: +0
Total: +$3,889
DateLife
Energy Spent: 0
Energy Gained: 3
Tantric Reserves: 5/5
Lust: -10
Total: 0/100
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I let out a grunt as I stepped off the bus and landed on hard, sandy gravel that kicked up a cloud of dust. I then looked over at the long winding road leading into what looked to be an abandoned orchard. The once fruitful rows of apple trees were now a chaotic mess of thorny corridors with bare spindly branches reaching out like the claws of a beast.
"Well, this isn't the most welcoming sight," I muttered, but before I could reconsider visiting the decrepit farm, the bus hissed and pulled off with all due haste, leaving me with no other option other than to wait on the side of the road for an hour.
"Alright, I get it, I'm going to visit the farm," I muttered, addressing the invisible puppeteer that was my system pulling the strands of fate.
Stepping onto the property, I began the long walk up the dusty central road, though as the minutes passed and I saw more signs of deterioration, my hope sank further and further.
Even with the little I knew of farming, I could tell that the hard-packed soil, cracked by the little moisture it contained evaporating, hadn't produced anything green in years.
I was seriously considering turning around and walking back into town when I spotted a small house on a slight hill. Surprisingly, the structure seemed well cared for with a recent paint job and everything.
'Might as well give it a shot,' I thought as I picked up the pace and made it up the hill.
Reaching the front steps of the porch, I managed one step onto the creaky wood before the unmistakable sound of a shotgun cocking froze me still.
"I thought I told ya, the next time I caught one of yer' bastards sneaking around I'd blow a hole big enough to put my boot right through ya."
'I should have waited for the damn bus.'