Soft lips slid up the saliva-soaked shaft of Dan’s erection as he tapped, one handed, at the keyboard of his laptop. Their owner—though the term was technically incorrect here—knelt naked beneath the table as she gave him a lovingly enthusiastic blowjob.

The reason the term was inaccurate was that, as far as he could tell, Dan actually owned the lips that were greedily attempting to fit themselves around the very base of his cock. An attempt to fix a stupid corporate decision at his job had succeeded, but had the unintended consequence of making both his editor and a random new girl who had just started working in the mail room his own.

As in—somehow, everyone he met, the two women included, simply believed that they belonged to him. No one seemed to think it was weird, either, though both Ashley and Leigh had acknowledged that it was a new development. His dark-haired editor was unperturbed by it, and had joined Dan to take advantage of the fact that their employee handbook didn’t have anything to say on the topic of employees dating their property. The fact that he could blow off steam in the office by closing her office door, bending her over her desk, and stuffing her cleanly shaven pussy with his dick wasn’t a benefit he was willing to turn down, and it made the days he needed to work out of the office far more enjoyable.

Leigh, on the other hand, had gone a few steps beyond enthusiastic about the situation. She was the one who had pushed Dan to explore the limits of The The Nootbook, and their current expedition was the latest of her ideas.

Her head bobbed up and down enthusiastically as she sucked Dan’s cock openly in the middle of Bakes and Beans. One middle-aged woman in line watched with a slightly bored expression on her face until her view was interrupted by a pair of young women on their way out from the bathroom. Their conversation didn’t even pause when they detoured around the busty blonde woman on her knees, and by the time they passed, the one member of the audience of Leigh’s performance had stepped up to the counter to order.

The phrase he had written—‘No one in Bakes and Beans thinks it’s weird for people to have consensual sex or be naked there’—was not the one that Leigh had initially pushed for.

Her suggestion had been far broader. She had wanted Dan to test the actual limits of his authority by writing that he was allowed to do anything he wanted in the building, but that had seemed like the first step on an extremely slippery slope.

There were two reasons that Dan was able to remain calm—or at least, avoid freaking out.

The first was that Leigh was an extremely accomplished cocksucker. It was really hard to his brain to dwell on the surreality of having his current situation when she had her hands wrapped around the base of his shaft and his balls, while her tongue lavished attention on the head of his cock.

The other was that not only were the other customers of the cafe not paying attention to him, they weren’t the only ones in Bakes and Beans with their pants off. To the side of the front counter, a pretty brunette barista that Dan didn’t recognize had her pants around her ankles while she bent over for a thirty-something blonde woman with an inverted bob.

The customer—who Dan found himself thinking of as ‘Karen’ immediately—had been alternately spanking the brunette’s taut ass and plunging two fingers into her visibly leaking furry cunt. They’d been at it for at least twenty minutes, and neither woman showed any sign of flagging, but the only indication anyone gave that they were even there was that every time someone headed for the bathroom they had to swerve a bit to steer clear of Karen’s arm.

By comparison, Leigh was practically being subtle. As soon as the phrase Dan wrote had taken hold, she had simply stripped down and dropped to her knees. Granted, she was moaning and occasionally making sounds that might have been attempts at speech, but since she hadn’t taken his cock out from between her lips since then, the words were unintelligible and no one had thus far reacted to the sounds.

The cafe wasn’t especially crowded—it was mid-afternoon and the lunch rush had ended just before they got there—but none of the dozen or so other customers were giving them any more attention than the occupants of any other table.

It was almost disappointing—Leigh had mentioned to Dan that if she was going to be a full-time sex slave, she needed to improve her cocksucking, and she was putting on an impressive show. At the time, he had attempted to object and remind her that she as free to pursue whatever goals she wanted in her life, but since she’d been kneeling over his head to sixty-nine him at the time, she’d responded by squatting down and smothering his words in her pussy.

She’d repeated that every time he tried to speak until he had given up.

The feel of the wet lips and tongue that embraced his swollen dick now occupied enough of his attention that he didn’t notice the redhead approaching until she pulled out the other seat at his table and plopped her ass down.

“Are you going to introduce me to your friend?”

Dan reflexively jumped in surprise, and not only banged his knee against the metal leg of the table, but also sent Leigh into a coughing fit when his dick suddenly jammed forward into her throat.

“Shit! Sorry, sorry- Didn’t mean to surprise you. You OK down there? Need a glass of water?” Kayla was wearing the same uniform dark green button-down shirt and pants as the other employees, but Dan couldn’t help but notice that the effect on her was probably not exactly what the owners had intended. Leigh had an impressive bust, especially for her otherwise slender frame, but Kayla’s tits were works of art, worthy of both admiration and praise.

“Kayla! I- uhh- didn’t see you when I got here.”

“I just got here. I’m not supposed to start for fifteen more minutes, but it if I don’t take the eleven forty bus I’m usually late.”

On the ground at his feet, Leigh coughed several more times before she rallied. She narrowed her eyes at Dan’s cock as though offended at her inability to accommodate it, then attacked it once more with a vengeance. This time, rather than wrapping one hand around the base of his dick, she wrapped her lips around his shaft and began to push her head down in an attempt to force him into her throat. While her initial attempt wasn’t a success, she refused to allow her gag reflex to get the better of her and kept at it.

“Your friend?” Kayla prompted gently.

“Oh, uh- this is Leigh. She’s- she’s mine. She belongs to me.” It still felt weird to say, but after an agonizingly roundabout conversation with a woman behind a deli counter the week before, Dan had given up on any kind of subtlety or obfuscation. No one seemed to think that Leigh belonging to him was in any way weird or unusual, and from the smile on Kayla’s lips, the barista was no exception.

“Oh, nice! I wondered why you weren’t coming around to top me anymore. No need now, huh?”

“Oh, uh- did you want me coming by more often?” It was difficult for Dan to focus on the conversation. While he’d a crush on Kayla since the first time he saw her, he had found himself sexually sated for several weeks. The thought of pursuing her felt hollow and a little predatory.

“Actually, what I want is for you to ask me on a date. You don’t have a girlfriend, right?”

Dan looked down into his lap, to where Leigh had given up on deep throating him and had just the head of his dick in her mouth while she lavished attention on it with her tongue.

“Not technically, no, but-.”

“Great!”

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m already sleeping with three other women? Or four, depending on if you count Song.”

Kayla pulled up short. “Wait, four? I mean, I wouldn’t count her-“ She indicated the naked woman at Dan’s feet with a gesture, “-she’s basically a sex toy, but who are the others?”

The fact that Leigh nodded emphatically in agreement with Kayla might have given Dan pause when he’d first met her, but he had learned by now that her kinks didn’t seem to reflect her actual assessment of her worth. Weird magic notebook aside, the blonde had her kinks, and he was happy to help her explore them as long as nobody got hurt.

“Ashley—who also belong to me-“

“OK, so no problem there.”

“-and Jennifer, my neighbor. And I mentioned Song, she’s Jennifer’s friend but she doesn’t live in town. She said she’d be back soon, though, and kind’ve intimated she wanted to hook up with me again.”

Leigh popped Dan’s dick free of her lips for long enough to correct, “She said she was going to be back in the fall, and I believe her exact words were ‘you better not move out by then, I’m taking my due from you next time.’ Maybe she had something else in mind, but considering you had just finished coating her butt with your cum I’m guessing sex is involved.”

“Yes, thank you Leigh, I was trying to summarize.”

The blonde didn’t reply, since by then her mouth was full again, and Kayla asked, “Would you want to continue sleeping with her? I’m an old fashioned kind of girl, I think I’d want my relationship to be a little more traditional.”

The irony of the statement didn’t seem to occur to the redhead, but Dan leveled an incredulous stare at her. Eventually, though, he answered, “I don’t know that I’d have much of a choice. There’s this rule at my apartment, it’s- I’ll just say I can’t say for sure that it won’t happen.”

“Let me think about it.”

“Didn’t you tell me that the policy said you aren’t supposed to date customers?”

“I mean, yeah, it says that, but how are they supposed to enforce it? I mostly tell guys that so they don’t hit on me as much. You were basically the only one of the people I told about it who cared.”

Dan couldn’t decided if he wanted to be embarrassed or proud about that fact. He had genuinely thought Kayla didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize her job, so it had never even occurred to him to push the issue.

“I mean—fair enough.”

By then, Leigh apparently decided she’d had enough of her initial experiment. Dan’s dick popped out of her mouth once more, but this time rather than recapturing it, she rose to her feet. She spent a moment stretching her legs, heedless of the fact that she was fully nude in front of about a half a dozen mixed staff and customers. Then she turned around, presented her pert little butt to Dan, and hopped up on his lap. Her legs spread slightly to make room for the erection suddenly poking her from behind, then closed again to trap it between her thighs.

“Holy shit, those things are incredible. May I?” It took Dan a moment to realize that Kayla’s question was actually directed at him. She was staring at Leigh’s chest, where her tits were swaying gently each time she rocked her hips to grind herself into her owner’s lap.

“Oh, um, yes.” While Dan normally tried to check in with Leigh before answering on her behalf, he found himself more than a little distracted by the feel of her wriggling in his lap. Not only did she not stop her movements when he gave his answer to the redhead’s question, but she ground herself against his dick more firmly as Kayla stepped up in front of her. The wet lips of her pussy slid against his shaft and coated him in moisture as the space between her thighs gradually became an increasingly sloppy mess.

That wasn’t unexpected—Leigh had been unsubtly horny about the idea of getting to fuck in public—but the sudden shift in Kayla’s demeanor as she stepped up in front of the other woman came as a bit of a surprise. All of Dan’s interactions with the barista had been in her capacity as a customer service worker. She was friendly and polite, but the knowledge of the fact that she was only there because she needed the money had influenced both of their behaviors.

The only exceptions had come about thanks to the magic of The The Nootbook. She’d been more aggressive and forthcoming about asking him to ‘top’ her, since that was exactly what the rule had allowed, but there had still been something in her manner that made him feel like he was a customer she had needed to please.

Dan didn’t get that feeling now. Rather than reaching for Leigh’s breasts, as he’d expected, he watched the redhead’s hands move down the front of her chest as she undid the buttons of her shirt one at a time. Her pace was steady, but unhurried, and he watched the deep blue of her bra appear and then disappear as she stripped to the waist in the middle of the cafe. “Clock me in, Danielle.”

The words drifted back over the counter while the pretty brunette—who had finally been released by Karen—waved her hand absently in acknowledgment as she wobbled on unsteady legs towards the kitchen.

The fact that almost no one else in the room seemed to even notice one of the nicest pairs of breasts he had ever seen emphasized the surreal nature of his encounter, but with Leigh continuing to wriggle around in his lap while Kayla folded and set aside her shirt and bra, Dan found himself a passive participant in an encounter that seemed to be escalating rather suddenly.

Kayla stepped up to stand right in front of Dan, her knees almost touching his. She reached out one hand, not towards him, but to caress the backs of her fingernails along Leigh’s cheeks. The blonde’s squirming slowed as she closed her eyes and tilted her head to accept the gesture pliantly.

Then Kayla’s hand slipped higher, and her fingers tangled in fine blonde hair as she gripped Leigh’s head and suddenly pulled her forward. The barista shoved the other woman’s face between her own breasts to bury it in her cleavage as she suddenly crooned, “That’s it, babygirl, come to mommy.”

Despite her sudden change of position, Leigh chose that moment to flex her thighs, lift up, and impale herself on Dan’s dick. It happened far too quickly for him to realize what was happening until the feel of slippery thighs against his cock was suddenly replaced by molten wet heat as she impaled herself and sank halfway down his length.

Leigh let out a lewd moan, but the sound was muffled by the set of tits which trapped her face. It still drew the attention of the customers at the closest tables, but neither the fifty-something man in a tweed jacket nor the co-eds at the table opposite him gave them any more attention than they would if she’d yawned loudly. Three sets of eyes glanced their way, took in the sight of a busty blonde with her face buried in the cleavage of an even more impressively stacked redhead, then turned back to what they were doing.

A moment later, Kayla used her grip on Leigh’s hair to drag the other woman’s face out from between her tits. She gave her a moment to gasp in a breath, then pulled the blonde’s face over to one of her pale nipples and shoved it between her lips. Dan’s cock was wrapped in the snug embrace of wet, slippery pussy as the barista cradled Leigh’s head to her bosom while the other woman licked and suckled at her teat.

“Mmm, good girl. Suck on mommy’s fat titties for her while you ride daddy’s dick.” It was the absurdity of the words that finally caught Dan’s attention. He knew that Leigh was in her early twenties, and while it was possible Kayla was slightly older, he wouldn’t have been willing to put money on it. Sure, the redhead’s figure was more ‘matronly’—if only because she had much wider hips and a bigger ass than the woman grinding her slightly bony ass into his lap—but the idea of Kayla calling herself herself Leigh’s ‘mommy’ was ridiculous.

He had given her permission earlier because he knew Leigh wouldn’t mind the redhead groping her tits. She was unabashedly proud of her breasts—and a little sensitive about the rest of her body—and took every opportunity she could find to show them off. When Kayla grabbed her hair and started talking like she was shooting porn, though, he figured out what was actually happening.

The barista was topping Leigh. The permission she’d requested hadn’t been, as he’d assumed, to feel that the blonde’s tits were real. Instead, she’d been requesting his consent to invoke the first rule he’d written in The The Nootbook.

Leigh’s bare back pressed into Dan’s shirt as Kayla stepped forward and trapped the blonde between them. She left the smaller woman with no freedom of movement as she kept her grip on her hair to prevent her from pulling away from her taut breast, and while the sight of Leigh sucking at the redhead’s impressive rack was alluring, he found that he couldn’t move past the fact that he had never intended for anything like this to happen.

Leigh’s cunt rippled and squeezed around her length as Kayla alternately shoved her nipple in the woman’s mouth while she crooned at her, and made out with the blonde.

Both times—when he had somehow normalized grabbing and using people as sex toys at a coffee shop, and when he’d somehow claimed two co-workers as his sex slaves—Dan had been trying to help people. While no one had yet complained about the results, they were so far outside of his intention that he couldn’t help but feel that whatever power dwelled within The The Nootbook, it was deliberately misinterpreting his words. Turning what should have been relatively innocent and benevolent phrases into the premises of porn films.

Kayla shoved apart Leigh’s thighs so she could finger the other woman’s clit. “Good girl—now fuck your daddy for me. Ride that fat cock of his like a proper fucktoy.”

It was as if there was an intelligence to the power behind the book—one specifically bent on sexualizing things. Leigh started to flex her legs so she could lift herself, then drop down on Dan’s cock, but the realization was too intense for him to ignore, even with the blonde’s tight pussy riding up and down his shaft.

It was the only thing that made sense—something about The The Nootbook was intelligent.

A moment later, he was staring, slack-jawed, at the space just behind Kayla. The redhead had released Leigh’s hair and was tweaking one of the blonde’s nipples with her left hand and one of her own with her right, but even the sight of his long-time crush playing with her impressive breast wasn’t enough to pull Dan’s attention away from the spectral figure hovering behind her.

She was pale, with skin that seemed to almost glow, and dressed in a set of filmy black lingerie that featured a corset, garter belt, and stockings. The woman’s breasts were almost cartoonishly large—though part of that might have been the way the embroidered lace lifted and presented them to the world—with dark areola that were visible through the fabric that covered them. She had her head lowered to whisper in Kayla’s ear, though the redhead showed no sign of being aware that she was there.

“Big tiddy ghost girl?” The words slipped from Dan’s lips in a haze of sudden confusion, not helped by the fact that Leigh was beginning to pick up speed as she rode his cock. It was difficult to focus, and the women who had started making out in his lap again weren’t helping.

The ghostly figure froze. Her eyes turned slowly to meet Dan’s gaze, revealing deep pink irises shaped like hearts, with vertically slitted pupil’s like a cat’s. “You can see me.”

The ghost’s tone was surprised, but that didn’t stop her from sliding her hand around in front of Kayla. Her fingers passed straight through the redhead’s pants and began to move up and down as she stroked her slippery clit.

“Huh.”