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The Choice | ChaosMuramasa | 5

 

As you consider what to do from here, you find yourself staring at your cousin. She's laying on her bed, comfortably naked and reading a magazine. Now your very own sex slave, she's simply waiting for your commands. Thinking about it, even though she's had no problem changing her life style for your desires due to your power, maybe some training wouldn't hurt.

"Erica," you call out to her, having decided what to do.

"Yeah?" she asks, looking up from her magazine and exchanging glances with you.

"Since this whole you-being-my-personal-slut business was kind of sudden, I think we should get some training done," you explain to her.

"Training? For being your slut that you can fuck at any time?" she questions with a laugh, cocking her head slightly in doubt. "I don't need training for that, silly! Just do what you want with me body, kay?"

"No, no," you say with a somewhat embarrassed laugh. Despite her new position in your life, her playful attitude and demeanor haven't changed at all, leaving her as cute as ever. "I mean on-the-spot training. As my slut, you realize that I'll be fucking you whenever I want, right? No matter where we are?"

"Jeez, you sound like a broken record!" Erica exaggerates with a half-joking complaint. "Yes, yes, we've been through this. What's your point?"

"I'm saying that sooner or later, I'll be fucking you around town and in public. We should probably let our neighbors and other people know about all of this."

"Hm...yeah, I guess you're right," Erica agrees, realizing the point you were trying to get across. She sits up and turns to you, dangling her feet off the bed and swaying them in the air. She folds her hands over her delicious thighs and looks at you, bearing a look of understanding in her eyes. "I guess it's only right to let our neighbors know. Does this mean our policy of me being naked extends to whenever I'm outside?"

"Only when I'm outside with you," you clarify, finalizing the addendum to the pact regarding her nudity that she made a short while ago.

"Got it!" she says with an animated smile as she bounces up off her bed and lands on her feet, causing her tits to hop and jiggle. "Then let's go around and let everyone know that I'm your cumdumpster! Come on, John!"

Walking forward, she grabs you by the hand and leads you outside of her room and through the rest of the apartment, eventually coming to the front door. As you exit your apartment, Erica looks around for a minute, thinking out loud to herself. "I guess the first person that we should tell is our landlord, huh?"

Erica's suggestions brings your landlord to mind—Ms. Thomas, a 31-year-old single woman with no children. While that initial description may bring about images of an unlikable lady who probably hates everyone, Ms. Thomas was quite the opposite. A charming and kindhearted woman, she treats her tenants with care and looks out for their well-being. Beyond that, she's actually not that bad of a looker, either. She rocks out a set of 38D tits and a curvaceous waist line that could potentially even combat Erica's thickness.

Realizing you could even have some fun with her, you nod. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Let's head over to her office."

Taking the staircase down to the first floor of the complex, you and Erica walk through some hallways on your way to Ms. Thomas' unit. As you're walking, a nearby door not too far ahead begins to open up, and out steps a middle-aged man and woman.

"Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Wilcott!" Erica happily yells, stopping her stride and waving to them. You stop as well, looking at them as they exit their apartment fully and close the door behind them. They're casually dressed in jeans and shirts and the woman, Jane Wilcott of short brown hair and blue eyes, has her purse around her arm. Her husband, Hugh Wilcott, has his car keys jingling in his hands, hinting you to the fact that they're probably about to go out shopping or something like that.

To Erica's surprise, but not so much your own, the Wilcott couple doesn't respond right away. They stand there, looking at Erica with a mixture of shock, disgust, and confusion on their faces, and for a very good reason—as per the agreement between you two, your cousin is still completely naked, minus some flip-flops that she quickly threw on before you guys left.

"How are you guys?" Erica chimes in, trying to remain as chipper and upbeat as she always is despite the looks on their faces.

"Hello John and...Erica..." Jane says very slowly, looking between you and your cousin with a very uncomfortable gaze. "Er..."

"Is there any reason you're...naked?" Hugh abruptly asks, breaking the ice and getting their obvious question out of the way.

"Actually, yes!" Erica says, ready to hand out her reasoning. "That's what we're actually going around telling people about. See, John here asked me to be his personal slut. Since that means he'd be fucking me a lot, I decided I'd just start living life in the nude when I'm at home or when I go out with him. It makes it so much easier for both of us, you know?"

As Erica explains the situation, the Wilcott's expressions of grim horror swiftly reverses to a look of relief and total understanding. "Yes, that makes a lot of sense," Jane agrees with a stern nod. "Otherwise you'd be pulling your pants up and down and up and down every time he wanted to go at it...it's much simpler this way."

"Lucky you, John," Hugh says with a playful punch to your shoulder. "Wish I could get that much action with Jane here."

"Oh, shush!" Jane exclaims with a giggle as she jokingly slaps her husband with her purse, causing Erica to laugh.

Just as the disembodied voice explained, a normally unjustifiable and improper action on Erica's part became perfectly acceptable once the reasoning was explained: you told her to. With the cause behind Erica's nudity being your wish to fuck her as you pleased, no one would ever have a problem with it. Even beyond that, the Wilcotts haven't even so much as questioned Erica's acceptance of your request, nor do they find it immoral or unacceptable for you to just straight up ask a girl to be your personal sex slave. Everything is absolutely a-okay with them.

"Well, we really should be going," Jane says, looking to her husband briefly. "We're meeting up with some friends for a poetry reading. Take care you two!"

"Take it easy, guys," Hugh says with a smile as they begin to walk past you. "Oh, and hey," he adds with a chuckle, taking a step back towards you and putting his hand on your shoulder. "Take good care of your little sex toy, you here? Like I said, you're a lucky man!"

Giving you an assertive pat on the back, Hugh catches up with his wife and they turn the corner, heading for the parking lot. Erica takes a breath of respite, looking to you with a smile. "I'm glad they were so understanding about how I'm your whore now. They're such nice people!"

"Ain't that the truth...?" you say, your words trailing off as you realize just how good things are going to get.

As you and Erica continue down your path towards the landlord's office, you run into a few more neighbors here and there and the situation repeats itself: alarm and bewilderment towards Erica's overly casual nudity, Erica's explanation, and then instant belief, agreement, and acceptance. No questions or doubts. Along the way, you tested your ability further for insurance—a stingy old man who only cares about his money openly gave you $100 after you asked him, a hot MILF happily gave you the panties she was wearing at your request, and a college student had no issues giving you the keys to his car once you stated your interest in obtaining his vehicle. Without a doubt, this is the real deal.

With various tenants of the apartment complex informed, you and Erica finally arrived at the landlord's unit. Knocking on the door, the two of you wait in silence for a moment before hearing a distant "Come in!" from the other side.

Stepping inside the apparently unlocked door—this community is so safe that even the landlord trusts everyone enough for it—you're now in a well-kept and tidy apartment slightly bigger than your own. From the hallway across the door, a floating hand slips past a door frame and waves to you. "I just got out the shower, so give me one minute! Go ahead and sit down for now!"

Approaching the large and lofty leather black couches against the wall, you and Erica take a seat. Erica snuggles up close against you, resting her head against your shoulder and holding your hand. She closes her eyes and starts humming to herself peacefully, content and laid back about everything. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't an amazing feeling to have Erica, the central figure of your fantasies and desires for the past several years, now affectionately holding your hand and pressing her naked body against you like this. This really is a dream come true.

After a few moments, a tall woman in a black bathrobe walks out from the door in the hallway, coming towards you while brushing her wet hair. "Okay, sorry about that," she apologizes, her focus still on tending to her recently washed hair. "So, how can I help—"

The woman finishes brushing her hair and sets it aside, taking a look at who she was addressing for the first time. Upon doing so, her statement stops short and her face contorts with disgust. "What is THIS?" she bursts with a confused fury, her eyes rapidly shifting between you and your naked cousin. "John and Erica, what the hell kind of stunt do you think you're trying to pull here?!"

"Ms. Thomas," Erica states in a rush upon seeing the landlord's anger quickly rising, standing up to her feet and extending her arms in a sort of "calm down" motion. "That's what we're here to explain—"

"Oh, is it, really?" Ms. Thomas strikes back with a sharp edge in her voice, cutting off a girl whom she can only assume to be some sort of filthy exhibitionist. "You've got an explanation that can justify your showing up to my house stark nude? Not only is this disgusting and rude, but I'm pretty sure that it's probably illegal, too! Are you TRYING to make me evict you?"

Her unbound rage rushing forth, Ms. Thomas begins to go on a small tirade about how wrong and unjust the whole scenario is and how she feels like a victim. Overly melodramatic and unnecessarily exaggerated, this is somewhat beyond your established image of the peaceful and loving Ms. Thomas that you've come to know. It seems like there are some things that will turn even the most gentle of cubs into bloodthirsty lions.

Sighing with annoyance at Ms. Thomas' continued outburst and disinterest in hearing her out, Erica raises her voice a little bit as she cuts to the chase. "I'm John's personal slut!"

The middle-aged woman blinks, bringing an end to her incessant monologue. "Excuse me?" she asks bluntly.

Erica grabs you by the hand, motioning you to stand beside her. Doing so, you take a stance with your cousin and look at Ms. Thomas in the eye while Erica takes advantage of the opportunity to finally clarify things. "This morning, he asked me if I could be his personal slut and I said yes."

"...Is that so?" Ms. Thomas remarked, looking over to you and seeking confirmation. Her expression and behavior of abhorrence and wrath had turned around on its heels. She now looked like she had just seen the light and was experiencing an epiphany. You give her a small nod, backing up Erica's claim.

"And, well," Erica continues, picking up where she left off. "Since being his whore carries the connotation of letting him use me whenever and wherever we are, I decided that I would go naked—or at least half-naked—whenever I'm at home or when I'm out with him. We just thought we should tell you."

Ms. Thomas begins nodding to herself slowly, looking at both of you and standing there in a combination of awe and astonishment. Her awe and astonishment were not towards the fact that you asked your cousin to be your sex slave and Erica's open agreement of it, though.

"My god...I'm so sorry," Ms. Thomas says with a small laugh in her voice. "I must look like such an idiot right now...I can't apologize enough. I am so sorry, you two. I really should have heard you out first. That was ridiculous of me to react like that."

Yes, her awe and astonishment were instead directed towards her own premature outburst and lack of control over her emotions. Even your landlord doesn't have an issue with the idea of one of her tenants walking around in her birthday suit and servicing you sexually.

"Hehe, it's okay," Erica reassures with a giggle. "A lot of others were freaked out at first, too, but once we told them, they understood."

"Oh, so you did start informing the other residents?" Ms. Thomas says with a smile, now back to her usual self. "I'm glad to hear that. I'll be sure to send out flyers and e-mails letting the people in the neighborhood know about this. The last thing I would want is someone calling the cops on you when you're just doing your job, right?"

"Exactly!" Erica joyfully exclaims with a smile, happy that Ms. Thomas gets the idea. "Thank you so much, Ms. Thomas!"

The image runs across your head quickly—e-mails along the line of "Please excuse Erica's nudity, she is simply fulfilling her duties as John Doe's personal slut" and flyers with "See this girl being fucked in public? No need to be alarmed, she is now John Doe's cocksleeve" written below an image of her smiling face. Soon, everyone would know about your cousin's circumstances. They would learn to expect seeing you fuck her brains out on the sidewalk, in the park, by the pool, or otherwise. There'd be no protests, no cries against your actions, no legal action—they would nod, smile, wave, greet you, maybe ask Erica about her day while she's bouncing on your cock, and then go on their merry way.

Things could not be better.

"Well, thank you again for informing me, and my apologies for my behavior," Ms. Thomas says with a peaceful resolve in her voice. "I wish you the best, Erica. Your life is going to be very busy from now on."

"Oh, trust me, I know!" Erica replies with a big smile and playful giggle.

Ms. Thomas gives Erica a warm smile of her own before looking to you. "Is there anything else you needed, John?"

"Actually, yeah," you speak up, getting an idea on the fly. "I've been thinking, I really don't feel like paying rent, but this community is so nice. I'd love to live here for free. Is that at all possible?"

"Oh, of course," Ms. Thomas says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "You and Erica won't have to pay any rent from now on, don't worry about it. You're such lovely tenants, anyway. You never cause me any trouble."

"Wow, really?!" Erica says with glee and shock mixing together in her words. "That's awesome! Now I can take less hours at work so I can stay home more and let John fuck me! This works out great! Thank you so much, Ms. Thomas!"

"Think nothing of it, dear," the landlord replies, her smile radiating with kindness.

So aside from turning your cousin into a free, easy fuck, you've also just saved yourself about $1050 a month on living expenses. Words can't really describe your elation.

"Well," Erica says as she turns to you, looking at you with a grin and eager eyes. "That settles that. What's next? You wanted to fuck me around a few places where people would see us, right? Part of the training?"

"Oh, that sounds like fun," Ms. Thomas adds with a light laugh, brushing her hair lightly again. "Well, if you need anything, just let me know. You know my door's always open."

With her business done, Ms. Thomas turns around and heads back into the hallway, opening a door and walking inside. Erica stands at your side, awaiting your decision.

Where do you go from here? Continue Erica's public sex training exercises? Have some fun with Ms. Thomas? Dismiss Erica and find something else to do for now? Decisions, decisions...

 

What will you do next?

 
 
 

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