Amanda woke up earlier the next morning very eager to put her plan into motion. She sat in her kitchen sipping coffee and contemplating who her next target should be when she suddenly felt a hand cup her tit and pinch her nipple. She turned, surprised, and saw her former husband looking at her with a sly grin.
“Mandy. I thought about it more after I went to bed and I think that was actually kind of nice. We should explore this...”
Amanda looked at the woman, realizing she didn’t even know her name. Her husband had been named James. “I liked it too... Jamie” she said, a bit tentatively.
The brunette smiled. “Good.”
Amanda studied her former husband. Jamie was wearing a thin robe that was tied lightly at her waist. The robe hung on her demons frame in a way that showed off her massive tits. Part of a dark brown aerola was visible. The woman had curly brown hair and a cute face. Amanda turned and gave her a quick peck on the lips and slapped her large ass. “I have to run out, Jamie, but let’s definitely explore this more later.
Amanda left the apartment and fiddled with the app, using it to improve her financial situation, make herself the owner of the hair salon, and to give herself the day off work. She was going to use it to improve her appearance as well, increasing her bust and reducing her age to 25, but it stopped working when she went to change her eye color, asking her to upgrade to a paid version for an ungodly sum. Whatever, she thought, I got plenty of fun from it.
Amanda hopped in her car (a brand new Lexus) and started driving towards the local community college. Professor Samuel Smith
had ended her brief college career by failing her in a freshman English class. Amanda was still bitter about that because he had told her point blank she had earned a C but that he wouldn’t give it to her unless she gave him a blow job.
She lied to the receptionist that she was a student and was pointed towards his office. Amanda walked in and closed the door and turned the lock. Professor smith looked up from his computer and raised an eyebrow. Amanda winked. The professor smiled.
He was in his early 40s but fairly fit, with short red hair and a light well trimmed beard. There was no romance. In a matter of moments his pants were down and Amanda was bent over his desk with her skirt lifted and her panties pull to the side. She grimaced as she felt him poke at her, realizing that she didn’t like the feel of cock anymore. But she thought of Jamie’s giant tits and that worked. The waterworks came on and she was soaking wet. She felt him enter her. He was a selfish lover, only concerned with his own pleasure, and it wasn’t long before she felt his penis twitching. She knew he was close.
“Come in me,” she moaned. He complied and she felt a sudden blast, and then, just like that, her pussy was empty. She stood and straightened her skirt and turned to face the professor.
There stood a confused redhead in her early forties. She was perhaps five feet tall, if that. She was well preserved and thin, with small tits and narrow hips. She was dressed professionally in a silk blouse and dark skirt.
“I don’t know what came over me...” she sputtered.
“It’s okay,” Amanda reassured her.
“No. I’m not gay. I... look, will you please leave?”
Amanda smirked as she casually strutted out of the office, pondering her next target.