This is ***Chapter 4*** of the series “The End of The World as We Know It”. You can find Chapter 1 (the prologue) of this story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jq75qy/the_end_of_the_world_as_we_know_it_freeuse/), Chapter 2 (Pt. 1) [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jrfsgt/the_solandian_immersion_programme_pt1_freeuse/), and Chapter 3 (Pt. 2) [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jso3hm/the_solandian_immersion_programme_pt2_freeuse/).
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**Day 2**
Chad hated the ones that made him watch. He’d thought it would have been different this time around when he saw that it was a diminutive fellow – maybe he’d be a little more hesitant, a little less demanding, ease into this a little more slowly. But Ming settled into his role a little *too* quickly, as if he’d been planning for this for months. It didn’t help that Melissa herself was all hot and bothered from having her pussy locked up tight – courtesy of their last visitor – and she was pulling out *all* the stops to ‘persuade’ Ming to take it off. The way she spoke to him, the way she begged Ming to use her pussy and the enthusiasm at which she took his thick shaft down her throat; it reminded Robert of better days when **he** was the one Melissa would speak to in that way. But under the new administration and the Service Pact, he was now only ever allowed to have relations with Melissa if permitted by their visitors – which is to say, close to never. Chad understood, of course, how much his sacrifice was needed (or – “not that I have a choice”, he thought to himself), and so what could he do but stew?
At least Ming let him touch his wife while she was doing her best to help Ming cum in her throat. Ming would bark commands at him, telling him to adjust Melissa’s position, to encourage her to keep going (Robert **hated** doing this, but did he have a choice?), and to even guide Melissa’s head up and down Ming’s cock. But this too, was a double-edged sword. It had been so long since he had felt his wife’s warm flesh against his skin, and it didn’t help that she was warm and even a little wet from all her physical exertion – and arousal. Chad always tried to keep himself from situations of physical arousal lest his cock push painfully against its tiny cage, but he had no choice yesterday. He could only hope that Ming had enough on the first day. He turned uncomfortably in his bed, thinking of the days where he and Melissa still shared one, and groaning silently in anticipation of the day ahead.
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Robert felt like his mind was about to burst. He was old enough to remember his mum and his big sis from before the Service Pact, and even then, they were hot. His years spent at his single-sex boarding school prepared him in no way for the sight that he witnessed on his first day back at home. His mother’s breasts had somehow grown even bigger, her ass plumper, and with the tight-fitting cocktail dress she wore when she welcomed him home, she could have easily passed off as a whore from pre-Service Pact days. Robert didn’t think that it would be an issue that he’d be locked in chastity (given his years absent of any kind of sexual contact; he’d grown accustomed) but when his mum gave him a hug he realized just how difficult life back at home was going to be, as his cock twitched painfully in its cage. And if his mum was hot, his sister was even hotter- she was basically as attractive as Robert was before the Service Pact, but now she’d grown into a veritable movie star cum thot. Her previously flat chest was replaced by her abundant C-Cups, and she didn’t even bother wearing any clothes when she lazily ‘welcomed’ Robert back home. It was almost as if she no longer saw him as her brother, or even as a man; the complete opposition reaction from how she responded to Ming’s entry into the house. For the rest of the day, Robert was in blissful pain – he couldn’t believe the kinds of obscene acts and words that his mother and sister were doing and saying to this new houseguest; things that he’d fantasised about from when he was still living with them. He was living in a dream; and a nightmare. He hadn’t cared about his release or any of his conditions, but now he had to know. Not that Ming had paid him any attention beyond barking commands at him to prepare lunch, dinner, or to fetch them drinks or sex toys. At least Dad was forced to watch, and at least Dad could still touch mom. Ming wondered how it would feel to have his hands on his mother or sister (“so wrong”, he thought, but he was no longer thinking with his head), but dared not do anything but obediently follow Ming’s commands to a T. He could not feel more invisible, and at the same time any more aroused. Or at least – that was what he thought before his second day began. It was 8am, and time for him to prepare breakfast and coffee for the family.
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Ming slept soundly the first night, worn out from his numerous orgasms on the first day. The protein shakes he asked the boy to make for him would surely help him keep up his ejaculations over the next few days (he did love seeing the two lovely ladies with cum covered faces and clothes, and helped them along in that regard), but he was tired out, nonetheless. His dreams were wild and pleasant: in them, he was receiving a wonderful blowjob from his bastard foreman’s beautiful wife – a buxom blonde who was on her knees for him, while Ming stared down his foreman in a show of aggression. His heart soared and he felt a surge of adrenaline course through his veins as he thought to himself, “who’s the fucking boss now?”, all while the foreman’s wife picked up the pace on her blowjob, taking Ming in so deep in her throat it almost felt… real… – wait a minute
Ming’s eyes opened just as he felt his cock throb viscerally in real life, as he woke to the view of Melissa gently licking and sucking his cock all around. She was topless, and her plump breasts swayed from side to side, back and forth as her head moved and bobbed in response to the throbbing and hardening of Ming’s cock. She was working very skillfully, and this wasn’t even planned! Next to him, Emma was still sound asleep, her right hand playing with her pussy even in her sleep and her shapely breasts heaving up and down along with the breathing of her chest.
“What a sight to behold!” Ming thought to himself as he opened his eyes more widely, fully registering the sensations and the sights that he was experiencing early in the morning. Still lying in bed, but tilting his head up slightly, he nodded approvingly at Melissa and flashed her a smile. To his quiet delight, he could’ve sworn she shivered a little just from his approval. She certainly continued the blowjob with an increased intensity as she stared longingly into his eyes. Ming loved it when she did this; and was pleasantly surprised that she remembered his off-the-cuff remark about this at the dinner table last night (“fuck, I love it when you look at me with those slutty eyes while you’re whoring your mouth out on my cock”).
Sitting up, Ming beckoned for her to give the blowjob a pause and to crawl up to his side. She flashed him a radiant smile and nodded almost excitedly. Setting herself down next to him, she whispered in his ear, “these tits are *all* yours, sir. Did I do a good job?”
Ming chuckled silently as he forcefully gripped her left breast (which barely fit into his hand) and rhythmically squeezed it as if playing with a stress ball. He was careful to squeeze her breast from the underside, intentionally choosing not to stimulate her nipples at first. He then worked his way up, lightly brushing her nipples first before suddenly giving them a pinch. She flinched.
“Good slut. But I know you can do better.” Ming whispered in return as he repeated the process with her right breast, nestling both of her abundant breasts in his hands now. His cock was rock hard from the blowjob, but his favorite part about Melissa so far was still how large, soft, and bouncy her tits were. Slutty behaviour was always a turn-on – and Emma was *great* at doing that – but it was just **different** if that kind of behaviour was coming from an absolute *MILF* with the biggest tits he’d had the privilege of witnessing in real life. Melissa embodied the quintessential sexy wife who was a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets, and on her current trajectory she was certainly set to be the freakiest slut Ming had been with. He was making them put on a good show for the cameras, he thought, and he smiled at the thought of possibly getting a discount from having his stream upvoted. He hadn’t spoken to the cameras yet – but then again, the best visitors don’t. They just really showed their women off and break them with a subtle mix of coercion and incentive. It helped that Melissa was above average, even for Solandian standards. Ming counted his lucky stars he was assigned to his house.
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By the time he made his way to breakfast downstairs, Ming had already shot his load in Melissa’s mouth, who swallowed it with gusto – but not before swirling it a little around her mouth and letting some of it drip out the side of her lips; just the way she knew he liked it. Ming marveled at Melissa’s sluttiness and tenacity and made a mental note not to let her taste release *too* quickly, lest she lose her shine. Perhaps he could drag her husband into playing a role in her release and make it *extra* fun. He did look incredibly uncomfortable following Ming’s commands on the first day, and not just because his cock was undoubtedly twitching uncomfortably. Ming wondered how long Chad had gone without release – the longer, the more interesting.
On the other hand, Emma was pouting about not having had “first cum” for the day. She was trying to build a particularly slutty reputation for herself so that she stood a better chance at entering parliament, since she was already sufficiently brainy and knowledgeable. Well, as much as was required of a member of parliament, in any case. Nowadays, their primary role was in *entertaining* high value guests and foreign dignitaries to ensure Solandia’s continued prosperity, but also to “give back” to the international community. Prime Minister Tasha was a role model for Emma growing up, and it was Emma’s dream to meet her and become just like her: a cum bucket for the leaders of the world; an agent of change. And so to make up for not being the first to drain Ming of his cum, Emma was *particularly* slutty over breakfast, throwing in slutty suggestions even while she answered Ming’s questions about Solandia and life there. It wasn’t too difficult, in any case, since most details about Solandia nowadays were sufficiently sordid to classify as sordid. Her efforts paid off, and she happily complied when Ming commanded her to strip naked at the breakfast table, climb onto the stool, and spread her ass cheeks for him.
On his part, Ming took his time savoring the excellent breakfast that Robert had cooked up for the family. He hadn’t expressed it on the first day (and it was really the last thing on his mind, given how primed up he had been to have *all* the mindblowing sex he wanted to – and he did), but Robert’s cooking was quite impressive indeed. Lunch by Chad was nothing to shout about, but dinner by Robert was an exquisite affair. Ming made a mental note to somehow reward Robert for this – he had even some degree of sympathy for Robert, who reminded Ming of how he was when he was younger, and long before Solandia was subjugated by the other nations. In a different world, Ming might have been just like him too, and Robert was young enough not to have been complicit in the earlier arrogance of Solandia before they entered into the Service Pact. Chad – on the other hand – that man needed to be properly punished, not least of all because he reminded Ming of his foreman, who was a perpetual pain in the ass.
“Mmm, these are some delicious eggs and avo you’ve served up, boy.” Ming smacked his lips and nodded approvingly at Robert, looking directly at him for the first time since he entered the house. Ming could tell that Robert was nervous and aching by his gait; Robert’s feet were clearly wider apart than one would normally place them, and his eyes were constantly darting to his mother and sister before they returned guiltily to the floor. Robert was clearly enamored with his mother and sister, and incredibly aroused at their *activities* with Ming.
“How old are you, boy?”
“I’m 18, sir.”
“Eighteen! Damn.” Ming thought to himself as his eyes widened slightly. It made sense now why Robert was behaving this way – he was one of the first graduates of Solandia’s single-sex boarding school that had been formed for the precise purpose of training house-boys, and eventually house-husbands. Not *all* the males in Solandia ended up there, of course, since there would always be a demand for cuckolding those who looked like the typical “alpha males” in other countries, but the new administration thought it a fun experiment to sort young boys into different types of school to create different types of men, just like the different sexual-preparation schools that the girls were placed in. After all, they weren’t about to place children at home while their parents were getting fucked and/or teased – there were *some* limits that couldn’t be crossed. They would instead shape the minds of these children in different, less overt ways – and let their re-introduction into society after they turned 18 do the work.
Emma wriggled her ass a little impatiently, hoping to remind Ming that she was still on all fours for him, ass-spread and ready to receive his cock. Ming hadn’t forgotten – he enjoyed watching Emma squirm and basically prostrate herself for him. His cock was still recovering from the workout that Melissa’s mouth gave him earlier that morning, so he decided he would do something different.
“You’ve got a real pretty and slutty sister there, don’t you boy? Otherwise, you wouldn’t keep checking her out eh?”
Robert nodded slightly, almost too embarrassed to move his head. His face turned a deep red. Chad, on the other hand, was doing his best to ignore the conversation that was going on as he ate his breakfast in silence, his eyes not moving once from his plate.
Ming couldn’t quite see Emma’s face, but he saw her move again – a little more uncomfortably this time. It was almost as if the thought of someone who *wasn’t* a foreign visitor checking her out made her uncomfortable. She wanted his cock in her badly, but she didn’t dare to speak out of turn, especially when Ming was still talking to her ‘brother’. “Eww” was the only thought that reverberated in her mind as she thought of her brother.
“Why don’t you take a pause on your breakfast? You can help me make your pretty sister squirm. I like to enjoy my breakfast with a view, but it’s better if it’s an interactive movie.” Ming smiled, and held two fingers up, mimicking the motions one would make when fingering a woman.
But Robert looked back at Ming, confused. “Oh, you poor boy. You’ve got no idea what I’m talking about, do you?”
Robert shook his head, blushing more brightly.
“Well, boy! Today you’re going to learn what it means to finger a woman and make her tremble like the slut she is. So why don’t you walk over to your sister’s beckoning ass, and we can get started?”
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