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 ï>¿Megan & Kasey - Job Training by dlsloan

   CHAPTER 5: ALL IN A HARD LAY'S WORK

   Michael Brandt watched Kasey put her clothes back on.  It didn't take
long since her heels had never come off, she hadn't worn a bra and her
g-string was hanging on his rearview mirror.  Her little skirt and
sleeveless sweater top hid the essentials, but they left little to the
imagination.  And thanks to recent events, he no longer needed to imagine
what fucking her pussy would feel like.  He had finally relented to her
very persuasive presentation and taken ownership of her sweet cunt.

   Now, there was no turning back.  Not that he wanted to.  Instead of
regret, he felt freedom.  Last night when she had massaged him and then
surprised him with a handjob and a few licks on his cock, he had felt angry
and regretted his weakness.  This time, however, he had thought things
through and weighed his choices.  Kasey had made a compelling argument that
he had to change something.  He had to stop trying to be perfect and
realize that his sterile lifestyle might well have contributed to his
failing marriage.  He needed to break out, to be wild, to find himself, to
act without fear of recourse or regret.

   He had fucked the holy hell out of her and his only thought now was that
he wanted to do that again and again and again.  Call it lust, frustration,
power, whatever it was, he hadn't realized how thirsty he was for it until
Kasey had brought it to light.  For once, he had no long term plan.  His
focus was simple: He had roughly 30 hours before Megan and Rothman
returned. He planned to fuck Kasey as many times as his body would allow
during that time.  He laughed to himself, realizing that he had no concern
about how much Kasey's body would allow.  She had offered herself to him.
He had accepted.  Just like there was no turning back for him, there was no
turning back for her either.  He owned her.  At least for the next 30
hours, anyway.

   Contrary to his attitude the past 20 years, he had no qualms about
leaving work early.  He had more important things to do.  As usual, there
were a few stares as he walked out of the building with his half-dressed
fuck toy.  He noticed, but didn't care.  They would think what they would
think.  He was thinking about her ass and how she had invited him to take
"all THREE" holes.  He pictured that butt plug wedged inside her and
wondered if she would gape when he pulled it out.  He couldn't wait to feel
how tight she was.  He wanted to wreck her guts and make her like it.

   He was still thinking about that ass as they walked through the parking
lot.  She stumbled in her heels and he reached out to catch her.  He caught
her before she fell, one hand on her arm, the other on her hip.  She smiled
back at him and, without thinking, he reached under her skirt and squeezed
her ass hard, "Only thing I'm going to let hurt you is Master," he said,
referring to the name he had given his cock.  She was to call him Mister
and his cock Master.

   He heard a gasp behind him and turned around.  There were three women
from the office who had just returned from a late lunch.  They had heard
Kasey gasp as she stumbled and had turned just in time to see his hand
firmly holding Kasey's ass.  He removed his hand and waved to them, "She
stumbled," he said.  "Just caught her."

   The women just mumbled to each other, shaking their heads.  He ushered
Kasey to the car and they both got in.  Suddenly, his obsession with Kasey
had been shattered by the return of reality.  His job could be in jeopardy.
They had seen him.  He could lose his job and this could cement the end of
his marriage as well.  His relationship with Megan could also be fractured.
Fuck, just when things seemed so clear, now it was all muddy again.

   "What's wrong?" Kasey asked, worried by his obvious anger.  She sensed
another drastic personality change.  She felt uneasy.

   "You got me in trouble," Michael said.  "I know you didn't mean to
stumble, but, damn, they saw me with my hand on your ass."

   "I'm so sorry, sir," Kasey said.  "I don't think they saw much.  I can
explain to them that I just fell and you were just being nice.  My hero."

   "Nice try, but this will blow up," he grimaced as they drove home.  "Now
I could lose my job.  Susan can find out and we'd be done for sure.  Megan
will disown me."

   "You know you will never lose Megan," Kasey said.  "And I can guarantee
you won't lose your job."

   "How can you guarantee that?"

   "I, uh, well, I just know, sir," she said, unable to reveal Mr. 
Rothman's involvement with the school.

   "You know shit, Kasey," he frowned.  "I admire your optimism, but this
isn't unicorns and cotton candy any more little girl.  This is real life. I
can't believe I let you seduce me."

   "I'm sorry," she said.  "I never meant to hurt you.  I just wanted to
help, sir.  I wanted to serve you.  And Master."

   "Hmm," he grunted.  "Well you're really gonna serve Master now.  I got
nothing to lose at this point.  I can fuck you once or a thousand times. 
Makes no difference now."

   "Yes, sir," she said, wondering if things had somehow turned positive
once again.  "We might as well have fun.  I think you're stressed and I can
help with that.  Maybe then you'll see things aren't as bad as you think."

   "Worth a shot," he grunted.  He grabbed her hair and yanked him toward
his lap.  "Road head now, you little bitch."

   She didn't speak, but quickly opened his fly and pulled out his cock,
happy that it was already half erect as she set to work, kneeling on the
passenger seat, ass in the air, head down on her Master.  He got hard fast
and put his right hand on the back of her head while he drove with the
left. Last night she had only really taken the tip as he had cum in her
mouth.  But now she was going down on him impressively.  Maybe she didn't
need as much training as she had led him to believe.

   Luckily, Kasey wasn't only giving head, she was also using it.  She
realized she needed to act like she had the enthusiasm but not the skill to
be a great cocksucker.  She waited for him to push down on her head and
then she coughed and sputtered and gagged.  He laughed.  "Got a couple more
inches to go, baby," he chuckled.  "You're right, you need some training. I
appreciate the effort though."

   She let him think he had made her gag twice more before they pulled into
the garage.  "May I please finish sucking your, um, I mean, sucking Master
when we go inside?" she asked.

   "Maybe," he smiled, "but we aren't going inside yet."

   They both got out of the car and then he led her to the hood of the car.
He turned her around so her back was to him and she was facing the car. 
The garage door was still up and she could see the street, the cars going
by, people strolling along the sidewalk.  He pulled her sweater top off and
then pinned her against the hood of the car, her bare breasts pressed
against the hood.  His body pressed against her and he kissed and nibbled
her neck and ears.  Then he grunted in her ear, "time to get that butt plug
out of there, baby.  Try not to make too much noise.  Don't want the
neighbors to hear, now do we?"

   "No, mister," she whispered back.  "Maybe you should gag me, just in
case?"

   "You are a submissive little thing, aren't you?" he chuckled.  "I like
the way you think." He stepped out of his pants and walked around the side
of the car, hard cock bobbing in the mid-afternoon air.  He grabbed her
panties off the rearview mirror and returned, quickly stuffing them in her
mouth.  "Might be the only way you wear panties until tomorrow evening," he
laughed.

   Michael pulled her skirt down her long legs and tossed it aside.  He put
his hands inside her thighs and his feet along her heels, making her spread
her legs.  "Spread them, but keep them straight," he said.  "Keep that ass
up and your head down.  I already own your pussy.  Time to take ownership
of your ass."

   He spread her ass cheeks and grabbed the end of the butt plug.  He
flashed back to fucking Susan in the ass and how she had bucked and moaned.
He thought he was hurting her and felt terrible for enjoying the ride.  He
had always rejected her offers to let him do it again, thinking that she
was just trying to be nice.  It didn't occur to him that she might have
enjoyed it in any way.

   Now, his concern for his partner was different.  He cared very much
about Kasey, but he wasn't going to feel bad if this hurt her.  The little
bitch had trapped him, seduced him and threatened his whole world.  He
didn't think she did it on purpose, but she still deserved to be punished
and he deserved to enjoy it.  He wanted to feel huge inside her, wanted to
feel like he was impaling her, deep in her guts, making her cry out with
pleasure and pain, a simple receptacle for his cock and cum.

   What he didn't know was that Kasey wanted the same thing.  She would
much rather he fuck her pussy than her ass, but otherwise she wanted him to
dominate her and use her for his pleasure.  It was odd, but even as she was
being manhandled, the power and touch made her feel safe and cared for.  It
made her valued and desired.  So, if it was her ass he wanted, that was a
small price to submit to a man who clearly needed this.  She was honored to
be taken by him, to be part of his healing, his journey to self-awareness.
He was older, yes, but not too old to change and be happy.

   Bent over the hood of the car, legs straight, gagged with her own
panties, she wiggled her ass like a puppy wagging its tail.  She was
teasing him, inviting him, even as he held her cheeks apart and slowly
removed the butt plug.

   "You're enjoying this too much," he chuckled.  He removed the butt plug
and tossed it on the hood of the start.  He stared at her gaping little
hole and his cock lurched, anxious to try out its new home.  But first, he
smacked her ass twice on each cheek.  "Naughty little whores get spanked,"
he grunted.

   She mumbled a response through her panty gag.  He laughed and smacked
her again, then pushed his cock into her.  "They also get fucked in the
ass. Consider this a lesson you'll never forget."

   He pushed into her steadily while he pushed down on her shoulder blades,
pinning her to the car.  He was half way inside her when he felt her body
tense.  "Relax, baby," he whispered in her ear.  "It's going all the way in
one way or the other.  It's just easier for you if you relax.  You'll like
my balls tapping your pussy.  Might even get you off."

   His voice was deep and masculine in her ear.  His grip on her was firm.
And his cock was rock hard.  Kasey loved how he was acting.  She wanted to
feel his balls against her pussy while he reamed her ass.  She breathed
deeply through her nose and calmed herself.  Her body relaxed and he eased
in further.  "Good girl," he said as his balls touched her pussy.  She
almost came right then.  She trembled underneath him as he enjoyed being
balls deep inside her.  He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back,
kissing her neck and ears.  He started pumping in and out of her, loving
the way her flesh conformed to his cock, tight but yielding.  It wasn't
nearly as welcoming as her pussy with its moist wet walls, but her ass was
getting more and more hospitable as he claimed ownership with every thrust.

   Having been primed by her blowjob in the car, Michael was nearing orgasm
quickly.  Too quickly.  He looked out over the car, trying to distract
himself as he looked at the neighborhood.  His neighbor across the road was
out mowing his yard.  A group of kids rolled by on their skate boards.  A
mom pushed a baby in a stroller.  It was a quiet, peaceful neighborhood.  A
normal day.  Pleasant and quiet.  It wouldn't have been quiet if not for
Kasey's gag, however.  The little slut was groaning and moaning each time
he hammered into her, his thighs slapping against her ass, his balls
slapping her pussy.  He held her head and throat in his hands, pulling her
back against him.

   She was a toy in his hands.  Kind, gentle Mr.  Brandt was a dominant,
ass-fucking god.  They say it's always the quiet ones, she thought.  Fuck,
they were right.  She came.  It surprised her almost as much as it did him.
He felt her tremble and the flow of her juices against his balls.  He knew
what was happening.  The neighborhood could no longer distract him.  There
was a tight, 18-year-old pussy creaming on him and an even tighter
18-year-old ass wrapped around his cock.  How could he hold back any
longer? He pulled out and rolled her over, pulling the panties out of her
mouth.  She slid down the hood to her knees in front of him as his cum
sprayed, the first blast hitting her belly, the next her tits, then a blast
on her chin before she wrapped her lips around it and sucked out the rest.

   "Every drop, baby," he grunted.  He pulled his cock out of her mouth and
held his balls to her tongue.  She kissed and licked and sucked them while
he held the base of his cock, keeping it semi-erect.  He put it back in her
mouth and she coaxed out the remnants of his load.  When he pulled out, she
slumped to the floor of the garage, exhausted from the vigorous anal
fucking and spanking.  Laughing, he used the panties to wipe the cum off
her body, shoved the panties back in her mouth, then picked her up.  She
slung her over his shoulder and carried her naked body through the garage
and into the house.  She was limp as a rag doll and so light to carry.  He
couldn't wait to fuck her again.

   He laid her down on the couch, naked except for her heels.  He took the
panties out of her mouth and gave her some water.  He washed up and put on
some shorts and a t-shirt.  He turned on the TV for her and she lay there,
seemingly half fucked to death, watching the TV.  He was kind of proud that
even at his age he could fuck the life out of a bouncy little fuck toy like
Kasey.  He knew she would recover very soon and be as flexible, eager, and
tight as ever.  But for the moment, he reveled in making her cum and
exhausting her with the power of his cock.  He had to admit, it felt pretty
damn good to be dominant, to be masculine, to take control and not ask
permission or worry about much of anything but his own needs.  If this is
what Susan really wanted from him, he could give it.  He only wished he had
realized it sooner.

   He thought about how he had snapped in the office.  He had gone from
calculating and kind to dominant and crude in a flash.  How had that
happened?  Was there something wrong with him?  Did he have multiple
personalities?  He sure as hell liked this brash, confident, powerful
version of himself more.  He felt more like himself, sure of what he wanted
and not afraid to take it.  Not afraid of the consequences.  At least for
now.  He had taken out his anger and frustration and being spotted in the
parking lot, but now he didn't care about that any more.  He was a man with
needs and a gorgeous, sexy young woman who had committed to filling those
needs.  There was no crime.  No shame.  Fuck anyone who judged him.

   He couldn't believe his own thoughts.  He had always been concerned
about what others thought.  Now, he had swung completely the opposite way.
Maybe there was a middle ground between meek Michael and dominant Michael,
but he wasn't sure he wanted to find it.  For now, he was happy to take
this "new" man out for a test drive and Kasey was his fuel.  She could
drain him and refill him as quickly as any NASCAR pit crew.

   Given time, Michael really wanted to evaluate himself and try to figure
out why he changed so extremely and rapidly.  He wanted to be his old self
and analyze his new self and to figure out exactly what risks there were,
if any, in continuing to fuck Kasey.  But time was of the essence.  He had
little more than a day until Megan came home.  Then, he would have to be
"normal" again.  Then he would have time to figure out who he really was
and maybe find that middle ground.  But the one thing he was sure of right
now was that he would regret it for the rest of his life if he didn't
squeeze every moment of pleasure he could out of this private time with
Kasey.  With that realization, he turned his attention from self-evaluation
to his young cum receptacle and started plotting the next 30 hours.  Maybe
there was value in the old, staid Michael after all, he mused.

   While Michael was trying to find logic between his lustful urges, Kasey
lay on the couch, resting.  She was laying on her side to minimize contact
on her sore bottom.  He had spanked her hard and fucked her harder.  >She
couldn't believe she had cum that way.  Yes, the rhythmic touch of his
balls on her pussy lips had felt good, but she knew that wasn't what had
gotten her off.  It was his dominance, his power, his control.  It was also
the realization that she was the genesis of all of it.  She had taken a man
so mild-mannered and polite that he had practically refused to even accept
a hand job from her a day ago and turned him into a beautiful beast intent
on one thing and one thing only.  Yes, she had made that happen.  Something
Michael's poor wife had been unable to do in all their years together.  She
felt bad for them both in that respect, unable to understand each other's
wants and desires.  She wasn't sure if she wanted to save Michael's
marriage or keep him all to herself, but she knew she had done a good thing
and her reward had been a glorious orgasm.  The pain that came with it was
not only worth the price, but almost welcome.  She embraced it and hope he
would continue to be rough with her.  Not too rough, of course, but the
slapping and squeezing and pounding was exhilarating.  She loved showing
him that she could take, that she was every bit as strong in her own way as
he was.

   She hoped he wasn't going to calm down too much now.  She hoped he would
focus on the here and now and embrace these feelings he had hidden from
himself and everyone around him for so long.  She knew he was worried about
Megan's return and she, herself, wasn't sure how to tell Megan what was
happening.  But she knew Megan would understand much better than Michael
could ever imagine.  Or would he finally start to realize that the jobs,
the cluster of older men, the skimpy outfits and the sudden business trip
were maybe more than just coincidence?  Maybe his analytical mind and
feeling that he had the perfect life had clouded his vision.  Maybe he
would see clearly now.  He might not suspect the school and all that came
with it, but certainly he might begin to realize that there was much more
going on than a couple of innocent interns playing dress up.

   She was overdue for seeing Mick, Harry, and Quigley.  She wasn't sure
what to do.  She didn't want to break whatever spell he was under.  But she
also needed to respect her other responsibilities.  Finally, she cleared
her throat and spoke softly, "Um, Master, I mean Mister, um, I'm supposed
to help Mick and Harry and work at Mr.  Quigley's tonight.  What would like
me to do, sir?"

   "You're not going anywhere, baby," he smiled, his voice even but deeper
than usual.  He even sounded manlier than he did 24 hours ago.  "Just text
them and tell them you are sick.  Tell them that you are staying home and
that I am taking care of you and that they can contact me if they have any
questions.  While you're at it, text your dad and let him know.  Tell him
you and I are both sick and so it makes sense for us to take care of each
other instead of getting anyone else sick.  We don't have a lot of time and
we don't need any interruptions."

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said, biting her lip, trying to hide her happiness. 
Then she blurted out, "I was hoping you'd say that, Mister." She didn't
wait for his reaction, but quickly propped up on her elbow and started
texting.  For the next 10 minutes her fingers worked quickly as she
responded to their questions.  Mick and Harry, of course, knew what was
happening and said she would simply have to make it up to them later. 
Quigley was more frustrated, suggesting that a good fuck would make her
feel better, but then dropped it and told her to get better soon.  And her
dad responded with a message that simply told her that if she was sick he
hoped she felt better soon and to let him know if she needed anything. 
Then he added that if she wasn't sick and was doing something else, he
didn't know want to know anything other than that she was safe.  She
thought about him watching her get fucked at the school and how conflicted
he had to feel, watching his little girl in that situation.  But he wanted
to be there to keep her safe and to have his turn with Megan.  He probably
felt some sort of animosity toward the other men who fucked his daughter,
but at that same time, how could he complain when he was doing the same
with Megan?  She felt for him and was so thankful for a dad who loved her
and protected her while allowing her to make her own decisions.  She hoped
Michael would be the same towards Megan if all this ever came to light.

   As Kasey was texting, Michael watched her.  He loved the jiggle of her
perky breasts.  The curve of her hips as she lay on her side.  That trim
waist.  The way her blonde hair fell across her shoulder.  The way she
subconsciously scrunched her face and bit her lip as she texted.  She was
the perfect of beautiful, cute, sexy, cool, naughty, and slutty.

   He wished he could take Kasey on a business trip like Rothman did with
Megan.  Wait, could Rothman be...  no, surely not.  He was a womanizer,
sure, but he wouldn't fuck Megan.  Would he?  He dismissed the thought.  He
needed to focus on Kasey.  He didn't know how many times he could fuck her
before Megan returned, but he intended to push himself and her to the
limits.  And speaking of limits, it was time to push past hers and
officially claim her mouth and throat.  He got up, stripped down and walked
over to her.  She set her phone down and looked at his half erect cock. 
"Master needs attention," she whispered, looking up at him.

   He said nothing, but pushed her on her back on the couch.  He straddled
her, knees on either side of her body as he pointed his cock at her face.
She opened her mouth, looking up at him, and he put his head inside her
soft lips.  He licked it and he pushed forward while her tongue flicked and
swirled under and around the head.

   He pulled his cock out.  It was fully hard now.  He slapped it on her
face, bouncing it off her nose and cheeks while she looked up at him with
smiling eyes, mouth open, tongue out like an excited puppy waiting for a
treat.  He laid his cock right between her eyes, on the bridge of her nose
and forehead and held his balls over her mouth while she licked them.

   "Stir the pot, baby," he moaned.  "Cook up another load in there."

   He dipped lower so she could suck his balls into her mouth while he
rubbed his cock back and forth across her face.  He raised back up, pointed
his cock at her mouth and said, "This time, it goes all the way in.  You
can do this.  You must do this.  You'll know you have done your job when my
balls are on your chin.  Understand?"

   "Yes, Mister," she said.

   "If you fail," he said.  "You get another spanking." Not much of a
punishment, she thought.  "If you succeed, you get a reward.  And an even
harder spanking." Ooh, he gets it now, she thought.  She decided to play it
pretty straight.  She would struggle with it at first - no acting required
for that.  He was big and thick and it wasn't easy to swallow him.  But she
wouldn't gag and she would finally take him all the way and earn both her
rewards.  She wanted to earn them because she knew he wanted to give them
to her.

   "I won't fail you or Master," she said, eyes wide and earnest.  "I
promise, Mis --." Before she could finish, he shoved his dick in her mouth.
He didn't wait for her to suck and lick the head this time.  He wanted his
head past her tonsils and down her throat.  He was over halfway in before
she sputtered - no acting, she was legitimately caught off guard and unable
to swallow him on the first thrust.  He pulled back about an inch, then
pushed forward again.  Her eyes were locked on his.  He could see her
determination.  She didn't want to let him down.  That made him want her
that much more.  He pushed harder.  Her throat opened up.  He slid deeper.
She maintained control.  His balls touched her chin.  She would have smiled
if she could.

   "Good girl," he grunted.  "Now, hold it there.  Just let it live in your
throat.  Just relax.  It belongs there.  You can breathe unless I pinch
your nose shut.  You can stay like this all day if you need to, just
sucking on my fat cock like it's an all-day sucker.  Who knows when you'll
reach that cream-filled center?"

   He stroked her hair and cheeks as if this was the most romantic of
moments.  She felt special, necessary, valued.  He was using her the way he
wanted, but she felt like he appreciated her efforts.  His touch felt
sincere, affectionate, even as her eyes began to water and face reddened.

   "Every man deserves a woman who not only can, but will do this for him
every day," he said.  "It helps a man stay balanced.  Putting your cock
down a woman's throat makes you feel like a man.  Not to be degrading or
abusive, just to be consumed.  To be respected.  To be drained."

   Kasey was struggling to focus on not choking or gagging, controlling her
breathing through her nose.  She tried to keep her watery eyes on his, to
focus on him and his needs.  So she couldn't focus fully on his words, but
she felt like there was a sorrow in them.  A regret.  Was this something he
felt he never got from Susan?  Did she never make him feel like this?  And
whose fault was that?  Hers for not giving him what he wanted or him for
not telling her what he needed?

   She felt for him.  For Susan.  They were good people.  They deserved to
be happy.  Could Kasey be what brought them back together?  Or would she be
the final straw to drive them apart?  She could be a homewrecker or
marriage saver.  She wasn't sure which she wanted to be, nor which was best
for Michael and Susan.  All she knew right now was she needed to listen,
absorb his feelings and words, and love his cock.  Those were things she
knew she could do.  If he needed to pound one of her holes, she could take
it.  If he needed to be stroked, caressed, even loved, she could do that
too.

   "I can see your mind working," he grunted.  "What you thinking about,
baby?  Thinking how good my cum is going to taste?  Thinking about how much
you like having my cock in your throat?  Thinking about how fun it is be to
a slut?  Mmm, well I have to admit, babe, that you have exceeded my
expectations.  The last thing you have to do to earn your reward is swallow
every drop." He started pumping his cock back and forth, fucking her face
as she slobbered and sucked, welcoming and encouraging every stroke.  She
also welcomed his cum as it spilled onto her tongue and slid down her
throat.  Delivered so deeply into her mouth, she couldn't have avoided
swallowing it if she wanted to.  Even when he was done, she kept sucking,
making sure that he was satisfied.  Finally he pulled out and stood up.  He
helped her up, then put his pants on, but gave no indication that she could
clothe herself.  She didn't ask.

   He sat down on the couch and tapped his thigh.  "Lay down, baby," he
said.  "Time for your reward."

   "Yes, Mister," she smiled, approaching him and carefully laying across
his lap.  She looked up at him over her shoulder.  She bit her lip and
scrunched her nose.  She knew it looked cute.  It was a look that got her
an extra day to turn in her homework, an extra scoop of ice cream at the
restaurant, and extra donation to her tennis team fundraiser.  She hoped it
would work on him, too.  "Um, sir, may I ask one small favor?  I know
you're in charge and I have no right to ask for anything."

   "You may ask, baby," he said.

   "Um, sir, I love that you call me baby and baby girl," she said, "but I
mentioned that my old boyfriend called me really dirty names.  I would like
to learn to get used to that.  Would you please call me nasty names while
you're spanking me?  I know you're very polite and it's not your nature,
but I would appreciate it very much."

   "On one condition," Michael agreed.  "You have more toys, right?"

   "Yes, sir.  I have dildos and vibrators, if that's what you mean."

   "That's what I mean," he smiled.  "Go get the dildo and hurry back. 
Cunt."

   "Yes, Mister," she said, smiling at the name-calling.  She hurried
upstairs, grabbed a large black dildo that was as big around as her forearm
and brought it back to him.

   "This will split you in two, slut," he chuckled.

   "Just like you do, sir," she smiled.

   "Lay down, bitch."

   She lay across his lap again and he started swatting her ass cheeks with
his bare hands, smacking her ass and squeezing it roughly.  Her tight
little ass fit so nicely in his hands, her firm buttocks jiggling with the
impact of each swat.  She was moaning and grunting, her mouth open as she
gasped and groaned.  He put two fingers in her mouth to give her something
to suck on.  He touched his hand to her ass.  It was on fire.  He reached
between her legs and felt her pussy.  It was just as hot.  Her lips were
wet.

   "You fucking love this, don't you, you little cock toy?" he said. 
"Naughty little bitch.  You get off as easy as you breathe, don't you slut?
Well, let's just make that happen again, shall we?" He took the massive
dildo and pushed the opening against her pussy.  Despite her tight pussy
and the girth of the dildo, it still slid in with relative ease thanks to
the lubrication provided by her juices.  She moaned around his fingers. 
"Yeah, you like that don't you, you little cunt?" he chuckled.  He pushed
the dildo in farther and farther.  He took his fingers out of her mouth and
grabbed a fistful of her hair, holding her and keeping her from being
pushed off his lap by the persistent dildo.

   The smell of her smoldering pussy filled the room.  It smelled sweet. 
He touched his finger to his lips, then licked it.  She tasted sweet.  He
needed more.  He pushed her off his lap and onto the couch.  He pushed the
dildo all the way inside her, stuffing her.  He threw her legs over his
shoulders and knelt in front of her pussy.  He pulled her lips apart and
exposed her clit.  He licked and sucked directly on it, lashing the little
button with his tongue.  Then he worked downward and slid his tongue along
the top side of the dildo, putting his tongue inside her between the dildo
and her velvety smooth walls.  He pressed his thumb against her clit and
licked inside her, fucking her with the dildo.  She came but he didn't
stop. She had more to give.  She wasn't done.  He could feel it.  He kept
going, taunting her.  "Come on you slutty nympho.  Cum again.  You need it.
Cum again.  I'm not gonna stop until you pass out.  Come on you little
bitch."

   She came again.  And again.  The pleasure was so intense it was almost
painful.  She couldn't escape it, but she didn't really want to.  She was
being pushed to the limits, her body's senses overloaded.  Her orgasms came
like waves, crashing through her one after another.  It was impossible to
tell where one ended and the next began.  Finally, she did blackout
momentarily, her body going limp.  It was only for a few seconds, but it
was the breaking point Michael wanted to reach.  He owned every inch of
this sweet cunt and was starting to wonder why he would ever want to let
her go.

   He got her some water and helped her sit up, noting how she gingerly put
weight on her tenderized ass cheeks.  She didn't complain a bit though. 
Tough girl.  Obedient, willing.  And hot as hell.  How had he never really
noticed these things about her before?  Because he was a fine upstanding
citizen before.  A happily married man who would never think about kinky
sex with his daughter's barely legal best friend.  Because he had been
lying to himself for a long time.  Kasey wasn't only hot and sexy and fun.
She was also the embodiment of his true desires come to light.

   He knew this high was temporary, that his thoughts about Kasey would
become more rational over time.  His thoughts in general would become more
rational.  Right now, he was acting on impulse, taking risks, living only
in the moment, with only minimal concern for the consequences.  All he
needed to do was enjoy this and make sure Susan and Megan didn't find out.

   Right now, he needed a shower.  So did Kasey.  They both needed a little
rest and recovery time.  He wasn't about to let her out of his sight or
grasp for long, but he told her to take a shower while he took his.  She
suggested showering together, but he waved her off.  "I'm drained for a
little bit, baby," he said.  "We might have a fun shower together later,
but I just need a little break.  You take one too.  You've earned it.  Hope
that hot water doesn't sting too ass too much."

   "Yes you do, sir," she grinned.

   "Guilty as charged," he laughed, swatting her on the ass again as she
headed upstairs, leaving her clothes nd the dildo on the floor by the
couch. Michael followed her up the stairs, playfully swatting her ass every
step of the way while she shrieked and giggled.  Damn, he could get used to
this.

   He told her to take her time and to come down when she was ready wearing
only heels, some thigh high socks and a cropped t-shirt with no bra.  "I've
seen what you and Megan have been wearing," he said.  "I assume you have
such clothing?"

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said.  "We do.  Um, I can model some of it if you'd
like."

   "Maybe," he said.  "But I trust you.  Give it your best shot and if I'm
not satisfied, we'll go back and pick something out together."

   "Yes, sir," she said.  "Would you like my hair down, or in a ponytail?"

   "Pigtails," he smiled.

   "Of course, sir," she said.  "Any other requests, Mister?"

   "Yes, wear one of those choker necklace things that look like collars,"
he said.

   "Yes, sir," she said.  "Pigtails, collar, tiny t-shirt, no panties,
thigh high socks, and heels."

   "That's correct," he said.  "See you in a little bit, slut."

   He took a hot shower and slipped on a pair of boxer shorts, not
intending to need much clothing the rest of the evening.  He went
downstairs to grab a beer and clean up the living room.  He could hear the
water still running in Megan's bathroom.  He pictured Kasey's tight little
red-cheeked ass and chuckled at how the hot water had to sting.

   He was still thinking about her perfect ass when he reached the living
room and found Susan standing there, looking at the clothes and dildo that
had been left behind.  She didn't look angry.  She showed little emotion at
all.  Maybe surprise, he thought.  Well, he was surprised too.

   "Susan, I - "

   "You don't have to explain anything," she waved her hand.  "We agreed
that we both needed our space and ...  well, that this sort of thing was
OK. So, um, I'm sorry, I should have called first.  I didn't expect you to
be home."

   "You don't have to apologize," he said.  He felt no regret nor shame,
the way he would have before.  He did feel very uncomfortable though.  He
had no desire to hurt Susan.  "I'm sorry that this, well, was a shock. 
It's one thing to say we might see other people, but you don't necessarily
want to see the evidence.  For that I'm sorry."

   "It's OK," she said, nodding as if convincing herself of that.  "We both
should be happy.  Um, I need to pick up a few of my clothes, but I can hear
her up there, so how about I come another time?"

   "Of course," Michael said.  "Look, we'll leave at 5 and grab an early
dinner.  We won't be back until at least 7.  You can come then and get
whatever you need.  Is that OK?"

   "Yes," she nodded.  "Thank you.  Um, the only thing I ask is that
whoever she is, that she's not here when Megan gets home.  Whatever steps
we both take in our personal lives, we need to ease her into these
changes."

   "Agreed," Michael said.  "I promise."

   Susan left and Michael took a deep breath.  He grabbed a bottle of
whiskey instead of the beer he planned to drink.  He sat and sipped his
whiskey, trying to process this new information.  Susan knew he was with a
woman and was OK with it.  Not happy, but OK.  That was interesting.  He
wasn't sure if he was happy about that or not.  He didn't want to hurt her,
but he also knew if she really wanted him back, she would be more upset. 
Was their marriage really over?  He took solace knowing that, if it was, it
wasn't because of what he was doing with Kasey.  Susan had no idea who he
was with and she didn't seem to care.  He felt a little hollow and filled
the space with more alcohol.  Then he thought about Kasey again and smiled.

   ***

   Susan left the house and drove away.  She felt numb, but not upset.  She
actually felt relieved.  She had felt guilty for leaving him and now she
could see that, at least for the short term, he was trying to move on and
be happy.  As she drove she felt freer and happier.  This really was a good
thing.  She could give herself permission to be happy now without guilt. 
She still cared for him, but they both had needs and deserved happiness.

   Impulsively and without hesitation, she pulled over and made the call.
He answered.  "Yes, hi Dr.  Meeks.  It's Susan Brandt.  I was wondering if
I could make an appointment about, you know, the arrangement we discussed
before."

   "Of course," he said.  "How about we discuss it over dinner.  Say 7
p.m.?"

   They agreed on the time and place and Susan hung up.  She was glad she
had time to go back to the house.  If dessert was going to be what she
expected, she would need a special outfit for dinner.

   ***

   It wasn't until after Susan had left that Michael, lost in his thoughts,
had realized that the water had stopped.  He looked up the stairs and Kasey
stood at the top, naked except for a towel wrapped around her.  Her face
was white and she looked terrified.  "Oh, Mr.  Brandt, I'm so sorry, I ..."

   "Kasey, it's OK," he said reassuring her.  He set his drink down and
walked up the stairs.  "You did nothing wrong.  How much did you hear?  Did
you hear her say it was OK?"

   "Does she know it's me?"

   "Know, baby, she has no idea.  I didn't want it to happen this way, but
all things considered it's a good thing.  She and I both know where we
stand now.  She knows I'm with someone, but she doesn't know who and
doesn't want to know.  Honestly, I feel good about it.  You have nothing to
worry about, honey.  Except how much more your ass can take." He laughed
and she giggled.

   "I don't know either," she smiled.  "It's so sore!"

   "Sorry, not sorry," he smiled.  "Get dressed.  I'll be downstairs.  I
need a drink.  You might have to drive to dinner."

   "Of course, sir," she said.  "Um, for dinner, what should I wear?"

   "Same thing as I already told you, except add a mini skirt," he said. 
"No panties."

   "Yes, sir," she said.

   "We'll leave in 45 minutes."

   Michael dressed in a polo shirt, shorts and loafers, then drank another
glass of whiskey while he waited for her.  He was already getting used to
her stunning beauty and limited outfits, but his draw still dropped when
she came down the stairs.  She embodied every dream, fantasy, naughty, and
slightly taboo thought he ever had.  She was wearing blue, open-toed 5-inch
heels with white knee-socks that looked like athletic socks.  They had two
black strips around them between her knee and the top of the socks.  There
was a healthy amount of bare, tan thigh between the top of the socks and
the bottom of her frilly pleated tennis skirt, which barely reached the
bottom curve of her ass cheeks and revealed the inviting gap between her
thighs and pussy mound.  The skirt was had a checkered royal blue and black
design.  Her midriff was bare and her tiny half t-shirt stopped an inch
below her nipples.  It was a sporty style, white with short blue sleeves
that covered her shoulders.  She wore a royal blue choker with a gold ring
in the front.  Gold lettering on it read "Yes, Daddy." Her hair was in
pigtails, each tied with royal blue ribbons.  Finally, she added her own
touch, sucking on a big red lollipop.  She reached the bottom of the
stairs, twirled around, flipped her skirt, then her shirt, and put her
hands on her hips, head cocked the side as if to say, "How do I look?"

   "Damn, girl," he said, shaking his head in awe, not even thinking about
the fact that these were Megan's clothes she was wearing.  His reaction to
her slinking down the stairs in this outfit might have been drastically
different.  Instead, he knew he couldn't take her anywhere looking like
this.  She was a walking piece of cock candy, and he wasn't about to share.
He checked the time.  He had about 15 minutes before Susan was likely to
arrive.  "Stay here," he said.  "I'll be right back."

   "Yes, sir," she said, confused but not about to question him.

   Michael grabbed his car keys and quickly backed out of the garage.  He
drove two blocks away, parking the car behind a delivery truck on a street
not likely on Susan's route to the house.  He jogged back to the house,
checking his watching and scanning the road to make sure he didn't see her
car.

   He ran in the house and found his little fuck bunny waiting obediently
for him.  He wanted to ravage her right there on the living room floor, but
he grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the basement.  "Come on, baby,"
he said.

   "Aren't we going to dinner, sir?" she asked, allowing him to lead her
down the stairs.

   "You'll get plenty to eat here," he grunted.  The unfinished portion of
the basement was filled with storage boxes, the water heater, tools and
lawn equipment, ducts, and pipes.  There would be no reason for Susan to
come down here and he knew just how to pass the time until she left.  He
had to admit that the idea of fucking Kasey while Susan walked around in
the house above them turned him on.  He was living dangerously, being
taboo, being wild and reckless - at least that's how he saw it.  The
adrenaline rush was almost as intoxicating as Kasey.  He thought he could
easily become addicted to both.  If so, he didn't think he would seek a
cure, either.  He hadn't felt this alive in a long time.

   He pulled Kasey behind some boxes.  He grabbed some packing tape that
lay atop a box of Christmas decorations and taped her wrists to a pipe
above her head.  She didn't flinch.  Didn't question.  Whatever he wanted
to do with her, he was free to do without question or complaint.  What an
amazing girl.  He would violate every part of her body, but not her trust.

   "Let's just play down here," he said, looking her in the eyes.  "No one
should come down here.  We should be able to hear her come and go.  But I
see no reason to stop enjoying ourselves whether she's here or not."

   "Me either, sir," Kasey said, biting her lip.  She could see the hunger
in his eyes.  The man was insatiable.  How long had he been starving
himself, denying himself?  The tape was tight on her wrists and her heels
barely touched the floor.  She wasn't comfortable, but she didn't care. 
Bed, car, couch, office or basement, she would give herself to him anytime,
anywhere.

   He kissed her on the mouth, then put a finger in her mouth and she
sucked on it while he kissed her neck and ears.  He felt under her top and
played with her hard rubbery nipples.  He pulled on them and pinched them,
then sucked them while he groped under her skirt and felt her heat and
wetness.

   Smiling mischievously at her, he stood up and opened the box of
Christmas decorations.  He pulled out two big shiny ornaments - one a red
ball and the other a green.  He put hooks on both of them, then hooked the
green one over her left nipple and the red one over her right.  He slapped
the sides of her breasts and the bulbs banged into each other.  She giggled
and he laughed too.  "Decorate you like a tree and then tear you open like
the last present under the tree," he said.  "The best things come in small
packages, after all."

   "I don't know," she teased.  "You have a big package and I love when it
cums."

   He chuckled and played with her tits some more, then went back to the
box of decorations.  He found a little piece of mistletoe they used to hang
over the entry way to the living room.  He showed it to her and smiled. 
"Gotta kiss whatever is under the mistletoe, right?"

   "Yes, mister," she breathed.  This was getting good.  He held it above
their heads and kissed her on the mouth again.  Then he held it over her
breasts and kissed them gently, careful not to knock off the jangling
bulbs. Then he knelt down and kissed her bare belly, licking her navel. 
She squirmed but he persisted.  Then he tucked the little string inside the
top of her tiny skirt.

   "Gotta obey the mistletoe," he smiled up at her.  He lifted her skirt
and ducked his head underneath.  Her long legs were spread, barely touching
the floor.  He put one leg over his shoulder as he kissed the insides of
her perfect thighs, taking in her scent, her taste, the perfect soft warmth
of her flesh.  Her bald pussy was wet, the lips puffy and pink and
inviting. He kissed them.  Licked them.  Separated them with his tongue and
made a meal of her pussy as if he hadn't eaten in days.  She cried out in
ecstasy, breathing hard, squirming, wanting this feeling to never end.

   They heard noise from upstairs.  A door opening.  Footsteps.  Voices. 
There was more than one person.  Michael stood up and they both listened
quietly.  He was certain one was Susan but he couldn't make out the other
voice.  He listened carefully.  Then he heard a laugh.  Male.  She had
brought a man to their house.  He looked at Kasey, who looked at him with
sad eyes as she mouthed "I'm sorry".  He frowned and shook his head, waving
off the notion that he was upset.  He held his hands out indicating her
body as if to say, "How could I want anyone else?"

   She smiled.  He was so sweet.

   "You're the only thing I want," he whispered.  "Now, try not to make too
much noise while I finish what I started."

   He knelt back down under her skirt, putting both of her legs over his
shoulders this time, fully burying his face between her legs.  He supported
most of her weight and the pipe did the rest as she remained taped to it.
She looked toward the stairs.  Even though they were on the opposite end of
the basement, she could see the stairs clearly and knew that everything
from her breasts up would be visible above the boxes and crates around her.
She hoped he was right and that Susan and her friend had no reason to come
down here, partly because she didn't want to be caught, but mostly because
she didn't want him to stop.  Ever.  With his hands on her ass, his warm
breath and beard stubble on her thighs, his hungry lips and tongue - ooh,
and even a little nibble with his teeth!  - buried in her pussy, she was in
heaven.

   "You taste sweet as candy," he whispered.  "I could eat this every day."

   "I wouldn't stop you, Mister," she gasped.  He chuckled and she liked
the feel of his breath on her pussy as he leaned back in to continue his
meal.  He gripped her ass cheeks hard and she liked the firm grip.  She
wondered if he wanted to spank her but was afraid of the noise.  She wished
he would take the risk.  A good spanking would be the perfect complement to
the fine work his tongue was doing.  Right now, outside of hitting her -
which she knew not even this version of Michael would never do - she was
fine with anything he wanted to do to her.  She was putty in his hands. 
And mouth.  She had been eaten out before, of course, but never with this
sort of hunger and intensity.

   Orgasms racked Kasey's body, which alternately tensed, then relaxed,
embracing the waves of pleasure that were ebbing and flowing inside her. 
She didn't hear the door to the basement nor the footsteps coming down the
stairs.  But Michael did.  He stopped suddenly, lifted Kasey's wobbly legs
off his shoulders, and ripped away the tape, freeing her from the overhead
pipe.  He put his finger to his lips, motioning her to be quiet.  He pulled
her gently to the floor with him and they huddled behind the boxes and
storage crates, holding their breath as two people entered the basement.

   "You really didn't have to do this," they heard Susan say.  "I could
have done this on my own and met you at the restaurant."

   "Don't be silly," the man said.  Kasey recognized the voice instantly,
but she tried not to react.  She didn't know if Michael knew Dr.  Meeks or
not.  His expression showed that, even if he did know Meeks, he didn't
recognize the voice.  "It makes sense for me to help you with this stuff,
drop it off at your place and then we still have time for dinner."

   "Well, I appreciate it," Susan said.  "It should only take a minute down
here.  I just want to find my yoga mat and weights.  Time to get back in
shape."

   "You're in great shape already," Meeks said.

   "You're too kind," Susan said.  You could almost hear her blushing.

   "Don't be too sure about that," he chuckled.

   "Well, I am," Susan said.

   "Would a kind man ask you for a blowjob even before he buys you dinner?"
he laughed again.  There was an edge to his voice.  He had used the word
"ask" but it sounded a lot more like a command to Kasey.  She looked at
Michael.  His eyes were wide, but he didn't seem upset.  He squeezed
Kasey's breasts as if to reassure her that his focus was still on her.  She
smiled and winked back at him.  She couldn't wait to make him feel better.
Surely this had to be some level of frustrating for him, and she hoped he
would take that frustration out by fucking her all night.

   "I was thinking it would be nice to have an appetizer at least," Susan
said, replying to Meeks' request.  "Shall we go upstairs?"

   "Right here is good," Meeks said.

   "But the floor is dirty," Susan protested.

   "So are you, I hope," Meeks said.  "Are you really a dirty girl, Susan?
Or are you just pretending?  I'm a busy man.  I don't waste time on games."

   "I'm a dirty girl," Susan said softly.  "Are you a dirty boy?"

   "Boy?" he snapped.  "I'm a grown man with a grown fucking cock.  If you
want it, you will address me with respect and suck it like I told you to."

   "Yes, sir," Susan said.  "I'm sorry sir."

   They heard rustling and a zipper and then Meeks grunt and Susan moan. 
Meeks' voice got lower and they couldn't make out exactly what he was
saying until he pulled out and they heard Susan take a deep breath and then
cough.  Kasey recognized that as the sound of a woman who had just had a
cock removed from her throat.  She wasn't surprised that Meeks was making
Susan deep throat him.  Next they heard a light slapping noise and Meeks
say, "Yeah, you like getting cock slapped, don't you dirty girl?  I'm gonna
take care of those lips, make them into thick cock pads."

   The sucking resumed while Kasey and Michael remained embraced hidden
behind the boxes.  Michael's hands were all over her, holding her,
squeezing her.  His cock was hard.  She couldn't wait for them to leave so
she could take care of him.  She looked at him and made a motion, jerking
her hand and sticking her tongue in her cheek, offering him a blowjob.  No
reason he couldn't have the same courtesy that Meeks was enjoying.  But
Michael waved her off.  Instead, he put his hand between her legs and
stroked her smoldering pussy.  She was wet and hot to the touch.  He slid
two fingers inside her and rubbed her clit with his thumb.  She bit her
lip, trying to stay quiet.

   "You'll swallow every drop," Meeks said, a sure sign that he was close
to cumming.  "If I decide to fuck your pussy later, you will be happy you
drained this first load to take the edge off.  I can go all night now. 
Yeah, fuck you all night." He kept saying that over and over and Kasey
could picture his cum flowing out of his cock and down Susan's throat.  She
heard her sputter and hoped that she didn't let any of the cum escape. 
Meeks would not like that at all.  "Good job," Meeks said.  Kasey could
almost envision him patting her on the head like a dog.  "I can tell you've
done that a time or two before."

   "Well, I was married for quite some time," Susan said.  "Well, I mean I
still am, but..."

   "You've already explained that you're on a mutual separation with
freedom to do as you please," Meeks said dismissively.  "No need to discuss
it further.  You've proven that you aren't trying to waste my time."

   "No, sir," she said.  "I'm not at all.  Um, I think I remember where the
yoga stuff is.  Shall we grab it and go?"

   Susan looked around a bit more before finding the box she was looking
for and Meeks carried it upstairs for her.  "You go first so I can enjoy
the view," they heard him say.  Kasey knew Michael was playing this all
cool, but she couldn't help but think that he had to be filled with mixed
emotions.  He had to feel like his whole world had changed in the last
couple of days.  She felt sorry for him even if he didn't feel sorry for
himself.  She remembered when she felt bad as a little girl her mom would
tell her she wished she could "kiss it and make it all better." She wished
she could do that for Michael, too.  Fortunately, she really could kiss it
and make him feel better - at least for a little while.

   Laying on the floor as they listened to Susan and Meeks go upstairs,
move about the house a bit more, then leave, Kasey squirmed under Michael,
pressing her body into him, stroking his chest, then reaching for his cock.
"I'm so wet," she whispered.  "Will you please put Master inside me?"

   "Naughty girl," he grinned, pushing her hand from his cock.  "I should
never have untied you."

   "Then tie me up again," she whispered.  "Leave me tied up down here all
night and just come down whenever you need to use me.  I don't care.  Just
please take me, sir."

   "I can't tell if you're the real thing or just the best actress I've
ever seen," he said.

   "Does this feel like acting?" she whispered, pressing his hand to her
pussy.

   "Feels like a naughty slut who can't get enough cock," he said.

   "Not just any cock, sir," she said.  "Your cock.  My master.  I need
him. And, I think he needs me too."

   Kasey knew that Rothman and some of the other guys might have taken joy
in denying her lusty needs, but not Michael.  Even in his new state, his
innate kindness manifested itself.  Not that it was a selfless act to fuck
her pussy instead of her mouth or ass, but she felt like it was.  Rothman
would have purposely denied her the pleasure of cock in her pussy even if
that's how he wanted to fuck her.  That was because he got even more
pleasure out of the power and control and snippets of cruelty and
humiliation than he did out of fucking tight wet pussy.  She had unleashed
Michael's dominant side but she sensed that his motivations were different
from Rothman and some of the others.  He was a decent man with normal
desires who needed to work out some frustration and to make up for lost
time.

   "Think you're pretty smart, huh?" he smiled.  "Well, he does need you.
You're right.  And he does want you tied up.  Helpless." He stood up and
pulled her up with him.  He grabbed the tape and secured her wrists to the
pipe again.  Then he put his hands under her ass and lifted her up, putting
her long legs around him.  He pushed his cock inside her pussy, keeping his
hands under her hips and ass.  She gasped as he entered her.  "Good thing
you get so wet.  Even dripping like it is, that's a tight little cunt you
have, slut," he said, giving her the dirty talk that she had asked for and
that he was starting to enjoy as well.

   "You have that little cunt," she whimpered.  "It belongs to you.  All of
me belongs to you."

   He fucked her with long, deep strokes, taking his time, holding her
tight body in his hands, feeling her snug pussy around his shaft.  She
humped against him, using her strong legs and firm core to hold her
position and grind her hips.  The heat and strength and length of his cock
was pure pleasure.  It was perfect.  She came repeatedly, feeling no shame,
no humiliation, only joy.  She came the hardest when she felt him cum
inside her, that beautiful cock firing its load in her.  He kept pumping
and flexing even after he finished, his cock slowly softening, as if it was
reluctant that the job was done.  She wanted to reassure it that it was
welcome back any time and that she would do anything and everything she
could to help it recover as quickly as possible.

   "Feel better, baby girl?" he asked, finally letting her legs fall.  Her
legs were wobbly as she stood in her heels, body stretched to its limits
with her wrists still bound above her.

   "Oh god, yes," she said.  "Thank you, sir.  Does Master feel better?"

   "Indeed," he smiled.  "But you will be needed again soon.  So, I'm going
to leave you here, just like this.  I'm going to get us some dinner.  I'll
be back soon.  I'll need you again by then."

   "I'm here for whatever you need," she said.  "I know ...  well, I don't
know.  But you must be feeling things.  And whether you're angry, happy,
sad, confused or just plain horny, I'm here to make it all better.  You can
be rough and take out your frustrations on me.  Or if you need tenderness
and caring, I can give that to you.  If you want to act silly and get drunk
or dance or whatever, I love to play.  If you want to show me off, I'm your
arm candy.  I'm whatever you need, sir.  Any.  Time."

   He swallowed hard.  The girl continued to amaze and surprise him.  She
was spent after who knows how many orgasms.  She was bound.  She had to be
tired and uncomfortable.  Yes, she had offered this during her presentation
and he had called her bluff.  Not only wasn't she bluffing, but she was
even more than advertised.  She was the sexiest, sweetest, naughtiest,
cutest, smartest little bitch he had ever met.  She said the right things
the right way.  She was sincere when needed, but could also be teasing,
naughty, sweet, lewd, or funny.  The age difference should bother him. 
Susan and her man should bother him.  Megan finding about any or all of
this should bother him.  Speculation at work should bother him.  All of
this should be weighing on him, but to the contrary, it felt like Kasey had
lifted the weight of the world off his shoulders.

   He looked over his shoulder as he left to go upstairs.  She was there,
beautiful as a picture, her body taught and toned.  She smiled at him.  How
could she be so happy about all of this?  Amazing girl, indeed.

   Kasey watched him go, surprised by how sexy she thought he was now.  She
liked seeing the real Michael.  It was a turn on.  He was a real man.  He
was smart and kind and deceptively good looking.  And, she had to admit,
that making her best friend's dad her daddy was a kind of taboo turn-on. 
So was being left behind, bound in the basement like a piece of meat.  She
liked being treated that way by someone she trusted to actually value her
as much more than that.

   She stood there, feeling his cum and her own juices run down the insides
of her thighs.  She was hungry and wished she could taste it.  What a
delicious cocktail it would make.  She couldn't wait for him to return and
feed her, one way or another.

   Kasey played it over and over in her mind what had happened between
Susan and Meeks.  While she knew Michael had said they had agreed to a
break and understood they could see other people, she had to believe that
actually hearing her with someone else and being so submissive to Meeks had
to have a an effect on Michael.  It was one thing for him to know that she
was seeing someone else, but it was another for him to be in the same room
when it happened.  She was no expert in affairs of the heart, but she was
almost certain that the marriage was over now.  And, if it was, what would
that mean for her and Michael?  Would he want to extend their relationship
past Megan coming home?  Would he want to be open about it?  Or would he
keep her as a side piece while searching for a new, more publically
acceptable relationship?  And, how much did she want this to continue?  How
would Mick and Harry react to her trying to extend her relationship with
Michael?  Would they expose the truth?  She had so many questions and so
few answers.

   More immediately, she also had no answer to what she would do if Susan
and Meeks returned right now.  She was totally exposed.  She would not be
able to take cover.  And she would have no explanation other than the
truth. How humiliating that would be.  Fortunately, she didn't have to face
that reality, as Michael finally returned.

   He came downstairs carrying a bag.  "Hey babe," he smiled.  "Hanging in
there?" he laughed at what Megan would call a "dad joke." Kasey giggled
appropriately, making his cock stir.  "You're so funny, mister," she said.

   "I got us two sub sandwiches for dinner," he said.  "Nothing fancy, but
should give us enough energy to enjoy the evening."

   "I love subs, sir," she said.  "Thank you."

   "Oh, I got yours with no sauce," he smiled.  "But I've made some for
you. All you have to do is get it out." He pulled down his pants and walked
toward her, carrying the sandwich bag.

   "Mmmm, it will be so warm and yummy on my sandwich," she played along.
"How would you like me to, um, extract it, sir?"

   "I want you to do something for me that I've never done before," Michael
said, removing the tape and setting her free.  "It might seem unpleasant,
but, frankly, I don't care.  You said you wanted to be treated a certain
way, told what to do.  I think this is something most men my age have
already enjoyed, but I have not.  Do you know what a rim job is?"

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said.

   "Have you given one before?"

   "No, sir," Kasey said.  "But I'm eager to learn."

   "Good girl," he said.  He placed her sandwich on a box in front of him
and took the top bun off.  "Get behind me and lick my ass.  Reach around
and stroke my cock.  I'll help you aim your, um, sauce onto the bun."

   Kasey didn't hesitate, dropping to her knees behind him.  He bent over
slightly, giving her access, and she kissed and licked his ass cheeks while
reaching around to stroke his semi-erect cock.  She touched her tongue to
his ass and flicked it back and forth.  His cock hardened and jumped.  She
smiled as she worked her tongue around the rim and then inside, pleased to
find that he apparently had given her the courtesy of cleaning himself
thoroughly.  She remembered how hungrily he had eaten her out and, though
she knew her pussy tasted much better than his ass, she tried her best to
provide him with the same enthusiasm, her lips and tongue kissing and
licking and slurping and swirling while her hands jerked and stroked his
thick cock.

   "Oh yeah, you dirty little slut," he grunted, starting to get used to
talking to her like this.  "Eat my ass.  You love it, don't you?  Fucking
cum slut.  There's nothing you won't do for a load of cum, is there?"

   She couldn't stop to answer his questions verbally, but answered him by
worming her tongue deeper inside him and stroking him even faster.  "Does
that answer your question, daddy?" she thought.

   "Fuck that's good," Michael moaned.  "Why did I wait all these years? 
Eat it bitch.  Oh god, yes!  Now, lick my balls.  Suck them.  Stuff them in
your mouth like a little chipmunk."

   Kasey crawled between his legs and flicked her tongue across his balls,
which were pulled up tight under his cock.  She sucked them one by one into
her mouth, all the while stroking him.  Finally, he pushed her hand away
and ordered her to flick her tongue on his balls and at just below the
balls at the base.  He jerked furiously, groaning and moaning as he
released his load, emptying it onto the bun of her sandwich.  His earlier
orgasms made this load a little less impressive than he would have liked in
terms of quantity, but it was enough.  She would taste it with every bite
and he would enjoy watching her chewing and swallowing his sperm.

   As soon as he was done, Kasey crawled in front of him and wrapped her
lips around the head of his cock, sucking on it to make sure he was fully
drained.  She looked up at him and he just looked down at her with a look
that seemed to say, "I can't believe you, girl." She winked at him, then
released his cock with a loud pop.  "May I eat your cum now, sir?"

   "Fuck yes you may," Michael said.  They didn't even bother to take their
sandwiches upstairs.  They just sat there on the boxes and totes, slowly
eating their sandwiches.  With each little bit, Kasey would open her mouth
so he could see his cum mixed with the rest of the sandwich.

   "They should offer this at the store," Kasey giggled.  "Subs with
Master's special sauce.  It would be a sell out!"

   "You have an advantage," Michael chuckled.  "You get yours for free."

   "Well, to be fair, I kind of help make it," she giggled.

   "That's true," Michael nodded.  "Just looking at you is making me start
the next batch."

   "Really, sir?" she squealed.  "I'm all sticky and sweaty.  I'm a mess."

   "A hot mess.  A steaming hot mess.  I'm not sure it's possible not to be
horny when you're around."

   Kasey had been told by guys that they loved her, needed her, blah blah
blah.  Never had she heard such an honest expression of how a guy felt
about her.  His obsession with her was very real, but not weird or creepy.
It was honest, authentic, natural.  He wasn't complimenting her or being
crude, he was telling her honestly that he was innately attracted to her.
His line wasn't going to make movie goers swoon during a romantic comedy
any time soon, but to her, it was pretty damn sexy.  She felt drawn to him,
his honesty, his heart, his raw emotion.  And she liked that he was being
adventurous all of the sudden - the bondage, the rim job, the cum on her
food.  Until now, she had seen him as vanilla.  Now he acted - and tasted,
she mused - anything but vanilla.

   "Sir, may I ask how you are feeling about your...  well, Susan and that
man?" she asked as they sat and ate.  She purposely said "that man" in
hopes he wouldn't ask her if she knew him.

   "I don't know how to feel," Michael said.  "I know I am supposed to feel
angry because that's my wife.  Or that I'm supposed to be happy for her
because we are separated and she seemed happy.  I'm neither one.  I'm numb
when it comes to her.  I'm not angry.  I'm not jealous.  But I'm not happy
either.  I'm kind of shocked, I guess.  This is all still pretty new - not
the disconnection, but the separation and possible divorce."

   "I understand," she said.  "I'm sorry.  Your whole family has been like
a second family to me, so I hate to see any of you be unhappy."

   "Is that the real reason you are doing all this?" he asked point blank.
"To try to make me happy?"

   "Is it working?" she giggled.

   "Fuck yes," he laughed.  "But you realize I'm going to need a lot more
therapy to get through this."

   "And you realize I'm not going anywhere, right?" she smiled.  "Of
course, you might have to tie me up some more.  Just to be sure I don't
skip out on you and leave you with a big hard on and nowhere to put it."
They both laughed.

   They continued to talk for a while, then went upstairs and sat by the
pool, watching the sunset.  Kasey curled up in his lap like a kitten and he
touched and groped and played with her.  She rubbed against him and kissed
his neck and hears and played with his hair.  It was a fun way to relax and
slowly raise the sexual desire back to levels of lust and urgency.

   "You smell good," she whispered, nibbling his ear.

   "You smell ...  Not so good," he laughed.

   She realized he was joking with her and, in mock anger, said, "Well, I
was just being nice.  You reek.  You need a very thorough bath, sir."

   "Is that so?" he smiled.

   "It is," Kasey said, her mind coming up with a fun idea.  "May I make a
suggestion, sir?"

   "You may."

   "May I bathe you to make sure you are properly cleaned," she said, eyes
staring straight into his, voice low, seductive.  "Head.  To.  Toe."

   "That sounds like a very good plan," Michael nodded, looking down at her
luscious body, desire renewed.  "We will make sure you're clean head to
toe, too.  You never know what I might want to lick."

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said.  She kissed him on the mouth and pressed her
body against his, then slowly stood up and went upstairs to shower.  "I'll
start the water."

   "I'll be right up."

   "Don't be late," she teased.  "You want to get it while it's hot."

   He looked her up and down.  "Baby, it's always hot."

   She grinned and bounded upstairs, eager to pamper and play with him. 
She knew they had a nice sized tub with jets that would easily hold them
both.  It would be hot, steamy, and intimate.  She couldn't wait.

   She started the water, waiting for it to get hot, then plugged the drain
and let it run while she stripped, tossing her clothes and shoes in Megan's
room.  She took her hair out of the pigtails, then added some scented bath
oil to the water.  She fetched some candles from Michael's bedroom and lit
them, placing them around the room, near the tub, and turned out the
lights. The glow was soft, serene, and sexy.  She brought in a portable
speaker and hit a playlist of sexy songs on her phone.  The room smelled,
looked, and sounded like a haven for intimacy and hot, smoldering sex.  She
climbed into the tub and turned on the jets.  She sat up on her knees, top
half of her body out of the water, nipples hard, breasts perky, shoulders
back and back straight.  She waited for him like a puppy at the door
waiting for its owner to come home.

   Michael came in a few minutes later.  He didn't say a word.  He took off
his clothes slowly and she watched, finding him sexy despite his "dad body"
with the hint of man boobs, some belly flat, some strange patches of hair,
and a lack of definition in his arms and chest.  He wasn't a hunk, but he
was manly.  He was mature.  He was complex.  He was intelligent.  All that
made him sexy to her.

   He stepped into the tub and sat back.  She moved between his legs and
leaned against him, kissing him on the mouth while placing her hands on his
face.  He kissed her back, his hands stroking her hair, which was now wet
on the ends.  She thought it was amazing how sometimes you wanted a gently
stroke on your hair, and sometimes you just wanted him to grab a handful
and use it as handle.  Right now, the sensuality was definitely working
for. She felt like they were a couple in love and she wondered what it
would be like to do this every night with a man she loved.  Would it always
be this intimate, this perfect?  Why did things that felt this good ever
stop being special?

   She kissed and nibbled on his ears and heard him moan, a clear
indication that he liked that.  She liked making him feel that way - such
power she held!  - and she loved the feel of his beard stubble on her face.
She ran her fingers through his hair and felt his hands on her waist, his
grip both gentle and firm.  He could pick her up and mount her on his cock
or face any time he felt like.  In that respect, she was powerless.  It was
interesting, she thought, this dynamic of both seizing and relinquishing
power at the same time.  It was all about trust, but mixed in the thrill
and worry about what would happen if that trust was betrayed.  God, this
was all so hot.

   She nuzzled his neck and was ready to work her way down to his cock, but
he stopped her.  "I thought you were going to get us both clean," he
chuckled.  "Why don't you do that before we get dirty again."

   "Yes, sir," she smiled.

   "You first," he said.  "I'll supervise."

   "It's show time," she thought to herself.  Time to tease and please and
prime him for another round.  Biting her lip in that naughty way she had
perfected, she locked her eyes on his as she used a wash cloth to drip
warm, soapy bath water on her breasts.  She rubbed them and tweaked her
nipples as if they were particularly dirty and in need of extra attention.
Her eyes were on his, but his were on her breasts.  "As they should be,"
she thought.  She thought he looked hungry, so she showed him what he could
eat any time he wanted.  Straddling him, she leaned back, thrusting her
hips up.  Her head was nearly underwater with only her face, breasts, lower
belly, and thighs sticking out of the water.  She reached between her legs
and touched her barely submerged pussy, rubbing it gently with the soft
wash cloth.  She reached between her legs with the other hand and spread
her lips, using the cloth there too, showing him that she was fresh and
clean and sweet to eat.  She sat part way up, looked at his eyes locked on
her pussy, smiled and slowly rolled over.  She balanced on all fours, then
reached back and spread her ass cheeks, showing him that tight little hole.
She wouldn't mind if he ate hers like she did his.  That would feel nice
and be a nice prelude to anal sex.  Regardless of how he chose to use her
ass, she showed him it was clean and ready for him.  She slapped the
washcloth across her cheeks, indicating that her well-spanked ass was ready
for more if that was his choosing.

   "You're either the dirtiest clean girl or the cleanest dirty girl I've
ever seen," he grinned.

   "Oh, you know I'm a dirty little slut, sir," she said.  "My body is
clean so you can do dirty things to it."

   "Fuck," he said under his breath, amazed by her innate sexiness.  How
did she always seem know what to say?  And why did it always surprise him?

   "Your turn, mister," she grinned.  She grabbed another washcloth and
slide between his legs again.  She started with his chest and arms, washing
them slowly and gently, her eyes unwaveringly locked on his.  She moved
down, cleaning his stomach, finding it cute that he sucked in his gut.  She
rubbed his thighs and legs and feet.  Then she moved between his legs and
cleaned his cock, holding it one hand while gently stroking it with the
cloth.  Now she didn't look in his eyes.  She was cleaning "master" now and
master deserved full attention.  She gently cleaned the head and shaft and
his balls.  He was semi-erect and his cock was ready for some real
attention, but she proceeded with her duties.  She asked him to roll over
and he complied as she used the cloth between his ass cheeks.  "Clean
enough to eat," she whispered.

   He rolled back over and she tossed the cloth aside.  She sat back,
facing him, and began rubbing her bare smooth legs on his.  His legs were
hairy and manly and hers were shapely, soft and feminine.  They felt right
together.  She looked at him, smiling, and wriggled her toes out of the
water, then put them back underneath and touched her feet to his cock.  She
wiggled her toes against the head and captured it between her big and
second toe.  She slid the bottom of her foot along the underside of his
shaft, which grew harder and harder.  She just wondered how he wanted to
take her this time.

   She stroked his cock with her foot for a few minutes, awaiting his
instruction or action.  But he just lay back, eyes half open, cock fully
erect.  He was just relaxing, enjoying it.  And she was happy to oblige. 
They had all night.  There was no rush.  The fucking had been hard and
frantic and exhausting so far.  This was sensual and sexy and relaxing. 
Just what they both needed.  She needed more of that cock, too, but she
could wait.  He seemed so relaxed and happy.  Apparently, rigorous sex, a
hot bath, and erotic massage could calm the beast that she had unleashed
earlier.

   Her dad always said her mom had a great ability to "read the room."
Eventually, Kasey understood that he meant she could gauge the vibe in a
room and the mood of those presence.  That ability made her mom fit in so
easily in almost any situation.  She could be the life of the party in a
dull gathering, the voice of calm and reason in a volatile setting, the
comedic ice breaker in a tense situation.  She was amazing and Kasey missed
her so much.  But she also channeled her mom in this moment and realized
she could read the room too, at least she could read Michael.  He wasn't
ready for this relaxation session to be over.  Maybe he missed this
intimacy as much as he missed the raw, rough sex.  Maybe he had neither
with Susan of late.  How sad.  She realized he needed TLC right now.  She
hoped he would what she had to offer in this situation as much as he seemed
to enjoy binding and fucking her brains out.

   She sat up and slid up his body, letting her breasts, flat tummy, and
smooth thighs brush across his cock.  She kissed him on the lips and put
her hands on his face.  He was so peaceful, like the only part of his body
that wasn't relaxed was his cock.  She kissed his ears and neck and then
whispered in his ear, "Mister, may I please cut your hair and give you a
fresh shave?"

   He opened his eyes lazily and smiled.  "You gonna pamper me, baby girl?"

   "If you'll let me, sir."

   "You think any man would say no to you?"

   "You did yesterday, silly man," she teased.

   "Well, that was a lapse in judgement," he shrugged.  "Thank you for
bringing me to my senses."

   "And thank you for fucking me sense-less," she said, biting her lip and
kissing him on the mouth again.  "Come on, daddy.  Let me take care of
you."

   Kasey stood up, standing over him, the water trickling off her tanned
body.  She let him look for a few moments until he handed her a towel and
she carefully stepped out of the tub and dried herself off.  He stood up
and reached for a towel, but she grabbed it first.  "Allow me, sir," she
said.  She started with his face and gently dried him off, head to toe. 
Everywhere the towel went, her lips followed, kissing his warm, freshly
dried skin.  They were small, sweet kisses, with just the tip of her tongue
sticking out for a little taste.  She kissed his face, chin, neck,
shoulders, chest, nipples, belly, back, buttocks, legs and feet.  She saved
the best for last, drying his cock and balls.  She was tempted to take him
in her mouth, but instead she just kissed him there too, gentle kisses
along his shaft, the tip and both balls.  He was still hard, but he wasn't
taking her yet nor demanding that she suck him, so she didn't press it.

   Kasey placed another towel on the floor and then retrieved the hard back
chair from the vanity.  She placed the chair on the towel, then reached for
Michael's hand.  He pulled back and nodded down toward his crotch.  She
smiled and grabbed his cock gently and led him to the chair.  She sat him
down and then retrieved the items she needed from the cabinet - razor,
shaving cream, electric trimmer, and barber sheers.  They were both still
naked as she began.

   "Have you ever cut hair before?" he asked, not the least bit worried. 
He knew this wasn't about a haircut.

   "Not professionally," she giggled.  "But yeah, my mom used to cut my
dad's hair.  When she died, well..."

   "That's very sweet of you," Michael said.  "He's a good man with a
lovely daughter."

   "But what about his hair?" she teased.

   "Mmm, so-so," he laughed.

   "Careful, mister, I have sharp objects at my disposal," she smiled.  It
had been about two weeks since his last haircut, so there was some trimming
to be done.  She asked him if he minded a bit of a new look, longer on top,
shorter on the sides.

   "I trust you," he smiled.  "After all, as your arm candy, I know you
need me to look my best."

   "I know, right?" she laughed.  "I'm so glad I don't have to be anyone's
arm candy.  So much pressure!"

   She was really liking this banter with him.  He was so fun.  He had many
sides to him.  She supposed most men do, but she felt like many of them
kept parts of themselves hidden away.  She had unlocked a couple of whole
new Michaels now.  How many other men out there needed someone to help them
be their true selves?

   She clipped and trimmed his hair, letting her breasts brush against the
sides and back of his head as she did so.  Their constant touching was just
keeping the sexual tension on simmer, building the anticipation and desire
until it would eventually reach full boil once again.  She liked this,
teasing, tempting, tasting, and taking it slow.

   She stood behind him.  He was looking at her in the mirror and she did
the same, smiling, running her fingers through his hair.  She leaned over
to trim his neck hair and sideburns, blowing softly in his ear.  She kissed
it and bit his hear lobe, then resumed trimming, working on the back of his
neck and then his other ear and sideburn.  She came around to the front and
looked him in the eyes.

   "Yep, just as I thought," she said.

   "What?"

   "Your eyebrows need trimmed," she said.  She straddled him and sat in
his lap, facing him.  His cock poked between her thighs.  She pretended not
to notice as she leaned close to him and carefully plucked at his eyebrows.
His hands were on his waist, holding her against him.  "What is it with you
old men getting these wild hairs in your ears and eyebrows, anyway?"

   "Better watch who you're calling old, young lady."

   "You're right," she teased, putting her mouth next to his ear.  "I
forgot, you probably couldn't hear me.  I said you're old." She giggled as
he pushed her playfully to the floor, watching her breasts jiggle.  He
thought about taking her right there, but he was enjoying this sensual
playtime as much as she was.  It was nice to be taken care of.  He would
let her do it some more until he couldn't wait any longer.

   She got up, looking at his cock, wondering if he wanted her to do
anything while she was down there.  He made no indication, so she climbed
back into his lap and finished his eyebrows.  She kissed him again and then
rubbed his face.  "Time for a shave," she said.

   "You're already totally smooth," he teased.

   "You like that, don't you?"

   "Oh yes."

   "Good," she said.  "I like your face both ways.  Sometimes the stubble
is nice, manly.  Sometimes clean shaven is so sophisticated.  Both turn me
on.  Does it turn you on to be shaved by a naked woman sitting in your
lap?"

   "First time, but my dick is telling me that's a yes," he grinned.

   "Master knows what he likes," Kasey said, looking down at his penis
wedged between her thighs, the head touching her belly.  She squirted some
shave gel on her hands and then started rubbing it on his face, watching
the white foam form as she stroked his cheeks and chin and mustache.  She
took her time, studying the lines on his face, the feel of his skin,
looking into his eyes and seeing that he was in no hurry either.  She had
never shaved a man before and she didn't want to nick his face.  But she
had shaved her legs and pussy and knew how to be gentle.  She took her
time, using long, slow strokes following the contour of his face.  She
noticed and liked the bits of gray in his hair and beard, and his somewhat
soft dad-bod belly touching hers.  His cock was most definitely not soft
and his hands held her waist firmly.  Strong hands and hard cock.  As long
as he had that, she didn't mind the older, pudgy body parts.  She respected
his age, his relatively good shape, and understood that he wasn't a
muscular, fit young man anymore.  That was OK.  He was modestly handsome in
his own way.  She loved looking into the eyes, reading his calm and
contentment and understanding that she had helped bring that about in a
relatively short amount of time after he was in the same room while his
wife had sex with another man.  She had soothed him and it felt both
powerful and rewarding to be able to do so for someone she found most
deserving.

   She realized she had neglected to get water to rinse the razer, so she
stood up and filled a bowl with warm water and set it on the counter next
to them.  When she sat back down, he grabbed her hips and guided her onto
his cock, easing her down until he was fully inside her.  It felt so good,
she wanted to ride him and forget all about the shave, but he held her hips
down firmly and looked her in the eyes.  "Stay just like this until you're
finished," he said.  "Don't rush it.  You're making Master very happy just
like this."

   She realized her pussy was squeezing tightly around his cock and that
was enough to make him happy just sitting there motionless.  She was pretty
happy to have her pussy full too and was willing to wait for the real
fucking.  It was hard to focus, though.  She looked into his eyes again. 
That calmed her and her eyes drifted to his face and the rest of the shave
gel that needed to be removed.  She resumed shaving him, maintaining those
long smooth strokes, taking great care to do a good job.

   She could feel his cock flex and pulse inside her and, even though his
cock was of average size, it felt like it was deep in her guts, poking
around in her belly.  It was an odd feeling for it just to be inside her,
not thrusting back and forth, but she liked it.  She was learning new ways
to please a man every day.

   When she finished shaving him, she wiped the remaining shave cream off
his face with a towel.  He pulled her to him and kissed her.  As he did so,
he started lifting her up and down on his cock.  She used her legs to help,
riding him as they kissed and embraced.  It felt like they were almost as
one, to Kasey.  She loved it.  She pressed her belly and chest against his
and her arms around his neck while his hands continued to hold her waist.
The only issue was her legs weren't long enough to really push all the way
up and down on him.  It was working, but not perfectly.

   "Spin around," he grunted, using his hands to twist her body.  She
lifted her feet off the floor and over his head as he literally spun her on
his cock until she was facing the other way.  "Put your feet on my legs."

   Kasey did this so she was now squatting on his cock, facing away from
him.  She was like a frog ready to jump, and that's just what she did,
pushing up with her strong legs, suddenly able to lift herself up and down,
riding the full length of his cock.  He held her hips, making sure she
didn't fall off, but she did the work otherwise, riding and grinding.  She
came first.  And second.  He kept fucking her, the day's previous sex and
the recent relaxation giving him plenty of stamina and staying power.

   "Fuck, you are a perfect fit, you little slut," he grunted.  "So fucking
tight." Indeed, the friction was intense as her pussy fit him like a glove,
holding him tightly, clinging to him with each rise and drop of her body.
She came a third time before he finally shot his load deep inside her.  He
held her on top of him for several minutes afterward, their juices running
down his cock and balls and onto the chair.  When he finally let go, she
slinked to the floor in front of him, turned around and cleaned up the mess
on his cock, balls and the chair with her soft lips and tongue, swallowing
every drop.

   "Such a good girl," he said, patting her on the head.  "Fuck, it's like
someone trained you."

   "You're training me, sir," she reminded him, deflecting away from the
idea that anyone else had trained her.  There were lots of secrets being
revealed it seemed, but she wasn't ready for him to know about Mick and
Harry and the school.  For now, it was just him and her and, despite her
devotion to the others, she was in no hurry for that to change.  This time
with Michael was special.  Not just for him, but for her too.  "I'm
learning so much from you."

   "Well, you're an extremely fast learner," he said.

   "I always found it easy to learn when it was a class I liked and I had a
good teacher," she smiled.

   Michael stood up and looked at himself in the mirror, trying not to look
at his torso, which was no longer the trim, muscular image it had once
been. Instead, he focused on his hair and face, analyzing Kasey's grooming
skills.  "Good work, young lady," he smiled.  "Looks good, considering what
you had to work with."

   "You're handsome and you know it," Kasey said, standing behind him and
wrapping her arms around him, looking over his shoulder into the mirror. 
"I couldn't mess that up if I tried."

   Michael pulled on a t-shirt and briefs and looked at Kasey, who stood
there watching, still naked, adorable, sexy, and awaiting instruction. 
Reading her mind, he said "thong, thigh highs, and heels nothing else."

   "Yes, sir," she said.

   "Take your time, do whatever you need to do, then come downstairs," he
said.  "We'll watch a movie together.  Just relax for a bit.  How's that
sound?"

   "Wonderful, sir," she smiled.  For effect, she skipped to Megan's
bedroom, showing her happiness as well as her beautiful bouncing body.  She
knew he would need time before he was ready to fuck again, but she also
knew it helped to start warming him up again.  There was never a bad time
to tease.

   Kasey took a few minutes to put her hair in pigtails - he hadn't asked,
but it felt naughty and right - and put on a tiny neon green g-string and
white thigh high socks with black stripes around the top.  Clear stripper
heels completed the naughty, sexy look.

   As she came downstairs, she found the living room was dimly lit.  The TV
was on and Michael was sitting in the love seat, sipping whiskey.  He was
still wearing his plain t-shirt and boxers.  She walked in front of him,
blocking the view of the TV.  "Am I dressed appropriately, sir?"

   He laughed, "There's nothing appropriate about how you're dressed.  So
it's perfect."

   "May I suck your cock, sir?"

   "Not yet, baby," he smiled.  "But I appreciate the offer.  Have a seat.
We can just relax a bit.  In fact, you can take off your heels and sit next
to me."

   She took off her heels and sat next to him.  He put his arm around her,
brushing his fingers over her nipple.  She leaned in and put her feet up,
curling up next to him.  He handed her a glass of whiskey and nodded to the
screen.  "Ever seen this movie?" Kasey looked and saw that he was watching
Crazy Stupid Love.  She had seen the movie before with Megan, both of them
drooling over Ryan Gossling and wishing they were Emma Stone.  It was a
good movie.  Funny, sexy, dramatic and even a little sad.  She liked it,
but wouldn't have expected Michael to be watching it.  As she watched, she
realized how similar he was to the main character played by Steve Carell, a
normal guy and good dad finding out his wife was leaving him when he
thought everything was OK.  He tried to pick up women but had no idea how,
until Ryan Gossling's character showed him how to be a player in the club
scene.  Was that what she was doing here?  Teaching Michael how to be a
single, how to hook up, fuck, be a man again?

   She sipped the whiskey and scrunched up her face as she felt the burn in
her throat.  She hadn't drunk much at her age, but she managed beer and
wine just fine.  Whiskey was harder than she was used to.  But he wanted
her to drink it, so she would.  She sipped it slowly, just like he did,
feeling the warmth in her belly.  She curled closer to him, laying her head
on his shoulder, watching the movie while he casually grope and caressed
her breast.  She kept glancing down at his crotch, looking to see if he was
getting hard, ready to do her job.  But he remained casual in recovery,
seeming quite content to watch the movie, sip his whiskey and hold her body
against him.  He ran his hand down her side and let it lay on her hip,
slipping his fingers inside the strap of her g-string.

   She liked this.  She felt comfortable, at ease, sexy, desired, maybe
even appreciated.  It didn't feel like he was taking it for granted that he
essentially owned her body right now, that he could continue to do anything
he wanted with her or to her.  He had a unique ability to dominate and
objectify her and make her feel special at the same time.  She hadn't
experienced a lot of that with the other men from the school so far.  Most
of them were nice enough, but they seemed like they felt entitled and
superior.  She hadn't noticed that difference until now.  Michael liked
spending time with her, even when he wasn't ready to fuck her.  That was
different.  He could do anything he wanted to her when they were fucking,
be as nasty and degrading as he wanted.  But in these moments, he could
see, despite his Hulk-like metamorphosis, she could see the decency within
him.  As much as the sex mattered, so did the moments in between.  She
wondered if Megan was experiencing any moments like these with Rothman.

   Michael liked this moment too.  How could he not?  He had a half naked,
beautiful young woman curled up next to him, ready to service him at the
snap of his fingers.  On top of liking her body, though, he liked her.  She
was sweet, tender, smart, and pretty funny.  He had no desire to fuck her
and throw her aside for a couple of hours.  He wanted to fuck her, then
make her tease him while they hung out, then fuck her some more.  He also
wanted to drink.  He hadn't gotten really drunk in a long time, but he was
ready to tonight.  Susan, Kasey, his own crazy melt-down, it was a lot to
handle and the alcohol and Kasey were helping numb the pain and confusion
and heighten his desire.  While Kasey continued to sip slowly, he started
drinking in larger gulps, his head starting to buzz in that familiar way.
He started groping and pulling on Kasey more aggressively.  He put her hand
on his crotch and she pulled his cock out.  It was half-erect and she
stroked it while he kissed her hard on the mouth.

   "Nice kiss," he slurred, "now use that slutty little mouth the way it
was meant to be used."

   "Yes, mister," Kasey said.  She bent over him, her ass in the air on the
love seat.  He smacked her ass hard and she realized that, in his drunken
state, he didn't realize how hard he had hit her.  It hurt, but she didn't
stop doing her job, already working her mouth down his cock toward his
juicy balls.  She gagged about an inch from his balls and he slapped her on
the ass again.

   "Come on, Kasey," she slurred.  "I know you can do it.  Take it all down
your throat.  Do it right, you little slut, or I'll find someone who can."
She knew he was drunk, but this statement shocked Kasey.  This was new. 
She had heard alcohol could act like a truth serum.  Was he already tired
of her, ready to sew wild oats with any willing partner he could find?  Was
she really not good enough?  She sucked harder, deeper, lips touching his
balls, eager to please.  "That's better, bitch," he chuckled.  He slapped
her ass again.  "Just needed a reminder who's in charge and what your role
is, didn't ya?  Thought since I petted you and gave you alcohol you were my
girlfriend, didn't ya?  Well, right now you're a cum receptacle.  Got it?"

   He grabbed her pigtails and held them together, getting a firm grip on
her hair as he jerked her head up and down, forcing her to deepthroat him.
Kasey's rattled and alcohol-buzzed brain went into autopilot.  She couldn't
process anything right now.  She just had to suck.  She could do that.  She
had been trained.  She sucked, he bucked.  She thought he would cum soon,
but he kept fucking for what seemed like forever.  He tossed her backwards
and flipped her on her hands and knees.  He pushed her face into the
cushion and ripped her g-string off.  He slapped her ass as he separated
her cheeks and pointed his cock at her little puckered asshole.  He grabbed
her ponytails in both hands, using them like handles or reins as he pushed
his cock roughly into her ass.  She moaned and he pulled on her hair,
making her arch her back as he entered her fully.

   "Fuck that feels good," he groaned.  "You like it too, don't you, you
little whore?"

   "Yes, daddy," she moaned.  "Please fuck my tight little ass.  Stretch it
out.  Rearrange my little guts."

   "Rearrange 'em and coat them in jizz," he groaned, finally releasing his
load deep into her bowels.  His energy spent and head spinning, he fell
back, unconscious almost as soon as he hit the cushions.  Kasey didn't take
advantage of the situation to shirk her duties.  She turned around and
promptly cleaned his shrinking cock with her lips and tongue.  She fell on
top of him, laying on his chest, her eyes fluttering as she neared sleep.
Just then, her phone buzzed.  It was on the table next to them, so she
grabbed it, hoping it was Megan finally checking in.

   "You up?" was the simple text from Mick.

   "Yes, daddy" she responded.  "I'm a little drunk tho."

   "How's Michael?"

   "Really drunk."

   "Passed out?"

   "Yes, daddy."

   "We'll be right over."

   "OK, daddy." She didn't ask why.  She knew why.  She wanted to take care
of them, but now?  She was so sore, so drunk, so exhausted.  And what if
Michael woke up?

   Five minutes later, the guys were there.  They were both drunk too.  And
horny.  And angry.  Mick kept his eye on Michael while Harry sat in the
chair, bouncing Kasey up and down on his cock, fucking her pussy while he
sucked her tits.  "You've been a bad little bitch," Harry grunted.  "Making
Michael happy but ignoring us, lying about being sick even."

   "I'm sorry, daddy," she whimpered.

   "Fuck sorry," he grunted, cumming quick and hard inside her.

   He pushed her face on his cock as she cleaned yet another cock with her
mouth.  She glanced over at Michael who was still asleep, while Harry
carried her over to Mick and dumped her like a rag doll on his lap.  Mick
pushed her to the floor.  "No sloppy seconds for me," he grunted, slapping
her face with his cock.  "Suck it, whore."

   It was a command, but she had no choice to follow it on her own.  He had
her pigtails in his hands and drove his cock into her mouth and down her
throat, not stopping as she coughed and sputtered before finally finding
the right angle and rhythm to deepthroat him properly.

   "You.  Do.  This.  Every.  Day." Mick grunted, each word accompanied by
a balls-deep thrust into the back of her throat.  "No.  Fucking.  Excuses."

   He took his cock and slapped her face with it repeatedly, each slap
accompanied by a word.  "Do.  You.  Fucking.  Understand.  You.  Little. 
Cock.  Sucking.  Cum.  Eating.  Slut.?"

   "Yes," she sputtered.  "Daddy."

   He groaned and jerked his cock furiously.  His cum sprayed across her
face.  "You have to do a better job," he snarled, looking down at her. 
"When you commit to sucking a man's cock every day, it's cruel and
disrespectful not to follow through.  No excuses.  Megan's gone.  You knew
you had to step up." She couldn't respond because her lips were covered in
cum, but she felt ashamed and sorry as he scooped it into her mouth with
his softening cock.

   "I'm so sorry, sir," she pouted.  She was so overwhelmed, which was odd
for her.  She normally took things in stride.  Maybe it was the alcohol or
the unexpected - but fair, she thought - criticism from Mick and Harry. 
Either way, she felt terrible.  "I've been a naughty girl.  Will you please
punish me more so I learn my lesson."

   Mick and Harry looked at each other and grinned.  "Take off those thigh
highs, naughty girl," Harry said.

   They used the thigh highs to bind her wrists behind her back and her
ankles to her thighs, so she was in a tight little ball.  They stuffed her
g-string in her mouth.  The lay her on top of Michael, placing her bare
feet on his limp cock and covered them both in a blanket.  They took the
bottle of whiskey with them as they left.  Kasey, grateful that they had
punished her appropriately, was able to relax, her guilt receding as
fatigue took over.  She was asleep before they closed the door, her toes
touching Michael's slowly hardening penis.

   ***

   Megan walked into the tall office building, Mr.  Rothman walking next to
her.  He carried a briefcase in one hand and held her hand with the other.
From a distance, she appeared to be dressed like a professional
businesswoman.  Up close, the details revealed the exposure and sexuality
that Rothman intended.  She wore a cream colored blazer.  It was buttoned
at her navel.  A white collar was around her neck and a red tie hung from
it between the jacket lapels.  What wasn't there was blouse or bra.  The
collar around her neck looked like a man's shirt collar, but was simply a
choker in disguise.

   She wore a white skirt that matched the blazer.  Under the skirt she
wore a red satin g-string.  The skirt was skin tight and short, hugging her
ass while the slits on the side exposed her thighs and hips.  She wore
bright red stilettos, six inches, with straps that buckled around her
slender ankles.  Her hair was up in a ponytail that looked professional
except for the big red ribbon tied in a pretty bow that reminded her of
something she would have worn in her cheerleader days.

   She was not surprised to be dressed like this.  Maybe she was getting
used to it or maybe it was Rothman's strong hand on hers, but whatever the
reason she felt less nervous, less self-conscious even as heads turned to
look at the leggy brunette walking hand in hand with the much older man. 
She really had no idea what to expect.  She pictured herself sitting
quietly as Tanaka and Rothman completed their negotiations.  She had asked
what her role was.  His answer was vague: "Sit there and look pretty," he
had said this morning as they got ready.  "Be ready for anything.  You
might just sit and learn.  Or you might have some tasks to tend to."

   "I understand, sir," she said, wishing he would expand on what he meant
by tasks.  She knew better than to ask, though.  He would have told her if
he wanted her to know.  Instead, she asked, "what will we be doing tonight,
sir?"

   "Celebrating or working out frustrations and relieving stress," he
smiled.  "Your role in that is the same either way, as you can imagine."

   "Of course, sir," she said.  "I hope we are celebrating, but I will be
ready for whatever you need, sir."

   They were greeted as they walked into the massive building by Mao, who
was dressed in proper business attire: a dark suit with a white blouse that
was buttoned all the way and a form-fitting skirt that came to mid-thigh.
The only hints of exaggerated sexuality were her heels, which were black
stilettos very similar to the red ones that Megan wore, just an inch
shorter.  She was beautiful, but didn't look like a woman who literally
swallowed cock and balls on a daily basis.  Megan wished she could have
that combination of class and sexiness in her look instead of being dressed
like a slut all the time.  She loved to tease and to have the attention
from men, but the disapproving looks from so many people made her
uncomfortable.  She would match rather hear a wolf whistle and even a pinch
on the ass than see a judgmental face and hear snide remarks.  In her mind,
Mao had the best of both worlds.

   Mao led them to a private elevator and accompanied them to the top
floor. The elevator opened to a spacious suite that served as Tanaka's
office but was much more like a residence.  There was a large desk and
massive conference table with leather high-backed chairs all around it. 
But there was also a living area, similar to a hotel suite, with
flat-screen TV, sectional sofa, love seat, coffee table, refrigerator, and
beverage station including a fully stocked bar.  Behind a set of French
doors was a balcony overlooking the city, complete with a hot tub.  Behind
another set of doors on the interior wall was a king-sized bed.  Suddenly,
it was very clear to Megan how Mao and Tanaka were able to work so hard and
still have time for Mao to repeatedly and thoroughly address his needs. 
This place was a luxury bachelor pad, oozing with money, sex, and opulence.

   Rothman, too, was impressed by the office and took mental notes,
envisioning a hot tub and his own harem added to this layout.  It bothered
him that Tanaka, whose company was not worth as much as his own, had a
better setup.  "Complete this deal," he thought, "and you can afford it
all." For an ego boost, he looked at Megan, thinking she looked like money
well spent, but smiling in the knowledge that he owned every inch of her
without spending a dime.  Anyone could buy a room.  But it took true power
to have a piece of pussy perfection like Megan worship your cock for free.
Tanaka couldn't intimidate him, not even with this palace he called an
office.

   Tanaka emerged a few minutes from his executive restroom and welcomed
them with a handshake for Rothman and a hug and kiss for Megan.  "How are
you feeling today, dear?" Mao translated for him.

   "I'm doing very well, sir," Megan said.  "Thank you for asking."

   "Ah, to have the recovery process of a college girl, huh?" Tanaka said
through Mao's translation, patting Rothman on the shoulder.

   "Indeed," Rothman smiled like a shark, "she snaps back fresher and
tighter from one day to the next, no matter how hard I try to wear her
out."

   "Well, today is another opportunity then, isn't it?" Tanaka laughed as
Mao translated.  It was seemingly a harmless joke in the manly banter, but
Megan wondered if they really were going to task her body as much as they
did last night.  She wasn't sure if that would be fun or simply too much.
She had her limits.  She wasn't sure she could endure another day like
yesterday with no rest or preparation in between.

   A few moments later, three more men entered the office.  Mao introduced
them as his senior VP Sato, senior accountant Ito, and marketing chief
Makino.  Sato was a large, barrel-chested man in his 50s who looked like he
could have been a sumo wrestler prior to turning to the world of business.
He had a large round belly and massive chest.  Megan felt like the whole
building shook and swayed when he moved.  Ito looked like the stereotypical
accountant, small, lean, with glasses.  He was mostly bald and looked older
than his actual age of mid-40s.  Makino was the youngest of the trio,
probably late 30s or early 40s, Megan guessed.  He was average height and
build and was sharply dressed and rather handsome.  Arrogance oozed from
him, however, which she found very unattractive.  She appreciated
confidence, not arrogance.

   Mao explained that Megan was Rothman's assistant.  "Your assistant is
quite young," Sato said, shaking Rothman's hand.  "She must have tremendous
skill."

   "She does," Rothman said.  "She is 18 and has a great deal of
potential."

   It might sound like they were talking about her business acumen, but
Megan knew that's not what they were talking about, their eyes hungrily
looking her up and down.  She wanted to be respected for her intelligence,
too, but she liked the way they looked at her.  She felt desired, which was
nice.  She didn't feel like Rothman really appreciated her yet, but she was
working on that.  Like Tanaka said, today was another opportunity.

   Everyone took their seat at the conference table and, upon Tanaka's
direction, Mao surrendered the floor to Rothman.  No one sat at the head of
the table.  That was reserved for whoever was speaking or presenting.  So
Rothman stepped to the head of the table.  As he did, Mao knelt down under
the table in front of Tanaka.  It caught Rothman off guard, which Makino
noticed.

   "It's customary at every meeting that Mao service Mr.  Tanaka during the
meeting," he explained.  "It helps Mr.  Tanaka stay calm and think clearly.
I'm sure you'll agree that regular sexual activity with a beautiful woman
relieves a great deal of stress." He stared at Megan as he made this last
point.

   "Absolutely," Rothman agreed.  "That's one of the reasons Megan is here.
And, in a show of good faith in this negotiation, I am sharing her with any
of you who could use her services during the meeting.  Please understand,
this is not a bribe nor an intent to sway your thinking.  I respect you and
your company very much.  A fair deal that works for both partners is the
only solution I'm seeking here.  Megan is here to help you think more
clearly, not less.  Mr.  Tanaka kindly granted permission for her to
accompany me and to assist us all during the meeting today."

   Megan should have been stunned, but she wasn't.  Last night had
demonstrated a hint of what this trip was about and what would be demanded
of her.  She hadn't really expected it during the meeting today.  She
thought the meeting would be more professional and then lead to an after
party during which she would have a larger role.  She thought she could
rest during the meeting.  But she was learning, Rothman wasn't interested
in her rest.  He was intent on training her.  Much like her sports coaches,
he was pushing her to do more than she thought she could.  If he saw that
potential in her, it must be there.  She always had a love/hate
relationship with her coaches, ultimately loving them for pushing her,
demanding the best from her.  That must be what Rothman was doing, right?
Maybe she would love him for it.  She certainly trusted him and obeyed him
blindly.  She sat at the table, smiling at each of the men, demonstrating
that yes, she was happy to be fulfilling the role Rothman had just
outlined. She was not being forced.  She was ready and, she hoped, able to
do the job.

   In the moment of silence, they could hear Mao's wet sucking sounds as
she worked on Tanaka.

   "There is no pressure, of course," Rothman continued.  "I realize you
all may have wives or girlfriends and no doubt have many willing sexual
partners.  This is simply a no-guilt, no-pressure offer.  My form of a tray
of donuts and pastries, if you will." He motioned to the tray of donuts,
pastries and fruit that awaited them at the otherwise vacant far end of the
table.  "I would only ask that you be mindful of where you, um, deposit
your load.  No offense, but I don't think any of us want sloppy seconds. 
Besides Megan usually only eats cum in the mornings, so you wouldn't want
to deprive her of her healthy diet, would you?"

   Throughout the meeting, Makino translated for Tanaka and any moments of
silence were filled by the sounds of Mao's sucking and Megan's wet pussy or
mouth being used.  Being the senior officer in the room other than Tanaka,
the men deferred to Sato to go first.  The massive man pulled her into his
lap and slowly removed her top and skirt while Rothman began his
presentation.  Rothman looked at petite Megan being stripped and groped by
the fat older man and images of Princess Leia and Jabba the Hut from one of
the Star Wards movies flashed in his mind.  He made a note to find a gold
bikini for Megan.  That with the collar and leash would bring to life some
of his fantasies from years gone by.

   Megan was soon wearing only the white collar, red tie, red g-string, red
ribbon in her hair, and red heels.  Sato pushed her to the floor and fed
her his fat cock.  It was too fat for her to get her lips around, but Sato
wasn't the sort who accepted physical limitations.  The girl just needed a
little help.  So, with one hand on her tie and the other on the bow and
ponytail on the back of her head, he "encouraged" her to go much further
and take much more than appeared physically possible.  This wasn't the
first woman he'd had to treat this way - very few were naturally equipped
with such a large mouth that they could take him without his assistance. 
Her teeth scraped his cock and he thumped her on the back of the head, a
silent admonition to remind her to do it right.

   Through sheer determination by Megan and persistent force by Sato, he
finally got his full fat dick inside her mouth, his balls successfully
tapping her chin.  But Megan was stretched past her limits.  She coughed,
nearly gagged, and scraped her teeth on him again.  She was sputtering
noisily and Tanaka frowned at Sato, signaling that she was being too loud.
Normally, Sato would have shut her up in his own way, but deferring to
Tanaka, he yanked her ponytail, pulling her off his cock and into in his
lap in one quick, powerful move.  Megan gasped, then had the breath knocked
out of her as Sato pushed her g-string aside and impaled her pussy on his
cock.  He was 10 inches and thicker than her wrists.  She was stuffed full
and her pussy, like her mouth had been, was being stretched to its limits.

   Sato didn't care.  At least the little bitch was quiet now, although her
pussy was making plenty of wet, sloppy noise.  It was a nice pussy, though,
warm and wet and tightly wrapped around him.  He put his hands on her hips
and lifted her up and down, making her firm titties bounce in his face, her
head thrown back, her eyes closed.  He couldn't tell if she was in ecstasy
or pain.  Most of his partners told him it was hard to tell the difference
when he was fucking them.  Frankly, he didn't much care.  It was pure
pleasure for him and, having received some morning head from a woman he had
brought home from the club last night, was quite capable of making this
last a while.

   He needed to ask a question regarding one of Rothman's projections, so
he pulled the little whore to him, burying her face against his neck to
muffle her sounds as she came on his cock.  He didn't stop pumping.  The
slut needed to be fucked hard and deep and to have that little cunt
stretched out.  But he did ask his question without breaking his rhythm or
being distracted by her sweet lips and tongue on his ear.  The bitch was
loving this as much as he was.  He had to admit, Rothman had himself a fine
piece of candy here.

   Sato could have fucked her all day and certainly was game for another
round later if the meeting ran long, but he knew it was a bad look to be
selfish.  He also knew today's meeting wasn't going to take that long. 
Meeting privately, they had already decided to accept Rothman's offer. 
Barring surprises, today was simply a formality.  He would finish his time
with Megan, feed her a load, and let one of the others take a turn. 
Accordingly, he pushed her back to the floor and she knew what to do. 
Impressively, she instantly wrapped her lips around the head of his cock
and put her hands on his shaft, stroking and jerking him as his cum shot
into her mouth.  She kept sucking and tugging until he was done.  She
showed him the load, waited for him to nod, then swallowed.  Then she
kissed the head gain, seeking any stray cum before licking his shaft and
nuzzling his balls.  "What a well-trained little bitch," he thought,
gaining more respect for Rothman, who up till now he found to be an
arrogant asshole.  He probably still was, but at least he knew how to pick
and train a good slut and was willing to share her, too.  The man couldn't
be all bad.

   No sooner had Megan finished serving Sato's immense cock than she was
pulled by the hair.  Ito grabbed her and dragged her across the floor to
him.  She turned and saw that his cock was out and already fully erect. 
There would be no time to rest.  She hadn't expected any, of course, but
she could hope.  Sato's cock had served her well but also wrecked her.  Her
mouth and pussy ached.  She was glad to see that Ito's cock mirrored his
lean frame.  It was long enough - average size, in her experience -but was
half the girth of Sato's beast.  Whether he wanted her pussy or mouth or
both, he shouldn't add too much to her pain.

   He pulled her into his lap and she expected to be impaled on him while
she rode his cock.  Instead, he yanked down her damp, stretched panties and
tossed them aside.  He held her in his lap, feeling between her legs,
stroking her pussy.  She felt his hard cock against her hip and she
whispered in his ear, "May I suck your cock?" Then she kissed and nibbled
on his ear while he inserted two fingers inside her.

   "You may suck it," he grunted.  "When I'm ready for you to." He pulled
his wet fingers out of her pussy and started probing them around her tight
little asshole.  She realized his plan now.  She knew it was a possibility
any day, of course, and Rothman had made her prepare by cleaning herself
this morning, but it was still a bit unexpected here.  At least he was
prepping her, using her own juices to lubricate her and his fingers to
gradually stretch her opening.  "Do you cum when you this hole gets fucked
too?" he sneered.  He turned her so she faced away from him.  He pulled her
legs up, spreading them wide, and shifted his hips under hers, placing the
head of his cock against her ass.  She was lubed and slightly open, so he
pressed ahead, meeting plenty of resistance from the tight little opening,
but he was determined and she was willing, so success was soon achieved and
he was fully inside her.  His hands were under her hips, lifting her up and
down on him, her heels by her head, her legs splayed wide, her guts being
stirred by his thrusting cock.

   Megan tried to stay quiet as the meeting progressed, but a couple of the
thrusts hit deep and hard and made her moan or grunt.  Makino picked her
panties up from the floor and stuffed them in her mouth to keep her quiet.

   About this time, Mao emerged from under table and walked to the head of
the table, opening her mouth to show them all the load that he had given
her.  She waited until they all had a good look and Tanaka gave her the
subtle nod, telling her to swallow.  She got a drink of water and served
water to all the men.  Then, without instruction, she crawled under the
table and pulled Rothman's cock out of his pants.  Megan watched Rothman's
face and could see his pleasure.  It made her jealous.  She knew she gave
Rothman pleasure too, but didn't like the idea that he could have as much
or more pleasure from another woman.  She even hated thinking that some of
the guys liked Kasey more than her - and she loved Kasey with all her
heart. But such was Megan's competitiveness that she needed to be the best.

   Rothman had figured this out, of course, and he loved antagonized Megan.
While Mao gave the best head he had ever received, he nonetheless
exaggerated his reactions, locking his eyes on Megan's, letting her know
that Mao was better than her.  He knew it would hurt Megan to know she
wasn't as good.  He didn't mind.  Her pain, her frustration, her
determination was his gain.  Lying and letting her believe she was nothing
special was well worth it if it got the little whore to work that much
harder to please him.

   Megan didn't sense Rothman's cruelty or deviousness.  She only sensed
him immense pleasure with Mao and fumed, even as her ass was being reamed
by Ito.  She tried to reminder herself that her training had only just
begun a week ago, but any perceived failure was crushing to her.  Rothman
deserved the best.  He shouldn't have to fly to Dallas to get amazing head.
She should be giving it to him every day.

   Despite her perceived incompetence, Ito was more than content with her
little ass.  He fucked her hard and deep, delighting in the muffled little
gasps and grunts, knowing he was giving her a good drilling.  When he was
about to cum, he pulled the g-string from her mouth, wrapped it around her
face so the crotch covered her nose, and pushed her to the floor.  "Now you
suck, slut," he hissed.  Without hesitance, she put her mouth on the cock
that had been fully inside her ass.  She licked and sucked for less than a
minute before he came, his cum filling her mouth.  It was a big load and,
with the g-string limiting her ability to breathe through her nose, she
struggled to keep breathe while also keeping the cum in her mouth until he
was done.  Finally, he pulled out and made her show him before she
swallowed like the obedient cum whore she was trained to be.





   Rothman succumbed to Mao's oral expertise a moment later and everyone
but Megan and Mikano excused themselves, taking a break from the meeting to
refresh before addressing the final negotiating points.  Mikano smiled at
her like a lion looking at a fresh piece of meat.  "It was nice of them to
break in all your little holes for me," he grinned.  "Now I'm going to own
all three of them.  Only question is, what order?  Pick a number between 1
and 3."

   "Um, three?" Megan said, looking up at him, her voice sounding funny
with the g-string still clogging her nostrils.

   "There are no wrong answers, slut," he said.  "Choose with more
confidence."

   One wrong answer was to choose her mouth after her ass, Megan thought.
But she kept that to herself and, hoping that 3 was her mouth or pussy,
said "Three, sir."

   "OK, now pick your next number," he smiled.

   Megan had hoped he would reveal what the order was after her first
selection, but should have known better.  "Two, sir," she said.

   He held up a piece of paper where he had written what number
corresponded to each hole.  One was pussy, two was mouth and three was ass.
"Hope you enjoyed that first helping of ass-flavored cock," he laughed.  He
helped her up and turned her around so she was facing away from him.  He
kept the g-string wrapped around her head, but moved it down so it was
between her teeth, allowing her to breathe through her nose again.

   He had her stand with her legs straight and shoulder width apart, her
body bent at the waist over the table.  He pulled her ass cheeks apart and
worked his cock slowly into her, slapping her ass cheeks a couple of times
for "being stubborn." Stubborn or not, his persistence paid off and, by the
time the others returned, he was fucking her ass with a steady rhythm,
holding the thing strap of the g-string behind her head like reins on a
horse.

   Instead of resuming the meeting, the others got snacks and beverages and
circled around them, watching the show as Megan slunk to her knees and,
after having her g-string finally tossed aside, sucked his cock balls deep.
Mikano loved the attention so he put on a show, grabbing her ponytail with
one hand and pinching her nose shut with the other, making her inhale his
cock and gobble it, desperate to make him cum.  He watched her face turn
red and eyes water before finally letting her go.  He picked her up and
pushed her onto her back on the table, putting her legs up on his
shoulders. His cock was raging hard now and slammed into her pussy with
deep, powerful thrusts that lifted her off the table.  When he finally
came, he shot his load onto a small plate of food Mao had set next to
Megan. There was cheese, crackers, baby carrots and grapes.  His load
splattered across all of it.

   She rolled off the table and knelt, cleaning his cock before looking at
that plate, then back at him, "May I, sir?"

   "Yes, you may," he said, patting her on the head.  "Lick the plate clean
too, bitch."

   "Of course, sir," she said.  "Thank you."

   While Megan ate, being careful to scoop up all the cum that Mikano had
given her, Tanaka spoke through Mao.  "Now that we are all able to think
clearly and without significant distraction, it is time to make our
decision.  Mr.  Rothman, we would like to accept your offer with the few
revisions we discussed today."

   Megan almost screamed with excitement and looked at Rothman, who did a
much better job of maintaining his composure.  "I'm very glad to hear
that," he said, shaking the hands of all the men in the room.  "It's been a
pleasure negotiating with all of you.  You have a wonderful company and
environment here.  I am confident that, with our help, you will continue to
excel and reach new heights of success."

   "Mr.  Tanaka says that our attorney will make the revisions agreed upon
today and have a new copy for the two of you to sign within the hour.  He
would like you and Megan to accompany him in the hot tub while I consult
with the attorney."

   The other men knew this was their cue to leave and they did so without
further comment or farewells.  Mao left with the paperwork and Rothman,
Tanaka and Megan were left behind.  They could not communicate verbally
with Tanaka, but he motioned for Megan to remove the remainder of her
clothing.  Once she had done so, he took her by the wrist and led her to
the balcony, escorting her into the hot tub.  He and Rothman also stripped
naked and joined her, sitting on either side of her.  Neither man was ready
to fuck again just yet, but they played with her, touching her breasts and
thighs and reaching between her legs as she squirmed and giggled.

   After a few minutes, Mao returned and explained that the attorney would
have the new papers drawn up soon.  Tanaka said something and Mao
immediately took off her clothes.  It was then that Rothman saw the tattoo
on her bare mound.  He asked to see it up close and she showed him.  It was
Tanaka's signature tattooed just above her pussy.

   Anticipating the question, Mao spoke for Tanaka, explaining that, once
he claimed an assistant, he tattooed his name on her mound to signify his
lifelong ownership.  She explained that she was one of three assistants who
bore the mark.  Her predecessors still worked at the company, though they
know held different positions.  But even though he no longer fucked them,
they always knew who their pussy really belonged to.

   "I saw him rub his finger on Megan's pussy in that same spot," Rothman
said.  "Does that mean he wants to tattoo her too/"

   Mao asked Tanaka the question, then translated, "He understands that
Megan belongs to you and would not disrespect you in that way," she said.
"But yes, he would be proud to own another assistant such as Megan.  He
would like to know more about your program, how you have trained her and
how you attracted her to be part of it."

   Rothman proceeded to explain the school they had set up, leaving out
that he was not really the mastermind behind it.  He explained that the
girls were strictly voluntary and that there was a commitment to safety and
secrecy.  He also admitted that there were only two students so far, but
that they had plans to grow now that they were seeing the value and
potential for the program.

   "Mr.  Tanaka says he would very much like to institute a similar program
here," Mao said.  "He says he still values me, but would like to add more
girls.  He asks that you please schedule another trip in a few months to
update him on the progress and, if the school is still succeeding, to help
him establish one here."

   "I would be more than happy to," Rothman said, thinking about the number
of beautiful college-aged women roaming around the Dallas area and the
potential for a "Dall-ass" campus for the school.  Until now, he had
thought about the school being in one location, but now he saw the
potential for growth, for campuses in every major city, eager, trainable
young pussy waiting for him at every stop.  Yes, this idea was appealing
indeed.  "But instead of us coming back, maybe you should come to Florida
to meet the other instructors and the girls as well."

   "Perhaps," Tanaka said through Mao.  "In appreciation of your
generosity, I have a surprise for you."

   "What's that?"

   "Mr.  Tanaka would like to offer you a ride home in his private jet,"
Mao said.  "He knows you are anxious to get home so, once the papers are
signed, he can have you in the air in a couple of hours and you can be home
for dinner.  He insists."

   "That's incredibly generous," Rothman said.  "Thank you."

   "Wonderful," Mao said.  "I will make arrangements to have your things
picked up at the hotel.  It will all be on the plane for you."

   A private jet.  Home a day early.  This all sounded too good to be true
to Megan.  Her aching body felt so much better in the hot tub even as the
men continued to paw and pinch.  She could hardly wait to get home.  This
trip, though short, had been very difficult.  She was sore and exhausted
and not yet sure whether to be proud of her performance or disappointed. 
She thought she had done well, but she couldn't get that image of Rothman
looking at her with so much pleasure as Mao sucked his cock.  She wanted
him to look at another woman that way sometime she was sucking him.  She
wondered if anyone would ever want to tattoo their name on her pussy.  It
sounded crazy, but it also seemed like quite an honor.

   She assumed the men would fuck her again before she left, but they both
seemed to be as tired as she was.  So they continued to tease and play and
relax in the hot tub until the papers finally arrived.  The girls made no
effort to cover themselves in front of the attorney.  Both Tanaka and
Rothman reviewed the revisions and signed the contract, finalizing the
deal. By the time Rothman and Megan were dressed - Megan's ravaged g-string
had walked off with one of Tanaka's men - Rothman had a copy of the signed
final contract in hand.  Megan was worried about being so scantily dressed
for the flight, but Mao reassured her that the pilots were employees of the
company and were accustomed to Mr.  Tanaka's activities.  There would be no
shock or judgement.

   Relieved, Megan hugged Mao and kissed Tanaka as they left, wondering if
she would actually ever see them again or not.

   Tanaka's driver took them directly to his private jet and by late
afternoon they were boarded and ready to head home.  The pilots were two
men, one a balding black man in his late 50s and the other a sandy-haired
white man in his mid 30s.  The black man, Shaw, was the captain and Harris
was his co-pilot.  Indeed, if they were surprised by Megan's attire, they
didn't show it.  They were both very polite and professional, it seemed to
Megan.  She looked at the big leather seats inside and couldn't wait to
enjoy a relaxing ride home in comfort and style.

   "The only issue we have, sir," Shaw explained to Rothman.  "Is that the
seat belt is broken in that seat.  But Mr.  Tanaka assured us that you had
other ways to properly restrain Ms.  Brandt to keep her safe on the way
home."

   "I, uh," Rothman began.

   "In the box, sir," Shaw said, nodding toward a box in an overhead bin.
Rothman took it down and found the toys and restraints that Tanaka had left
for them at the hotel.

   "Ah yes," Rothman said.  "I forgot.  Yes, I will make sure the young
lady is safe and secure all the way home."

   "Wonderful, sir," Harris said.  "You'll understand that we do have to
inspect your work for safety purposes prior to takeoff?"

   "Of course," Rothman said, playing along.  "Gotta keep this pretty
little cargo safe.  I would have asked you to inspect her even if it wasn't
required.  For safety purposes only, of course."

   So much for my comfortable ride, Megan thought.  She didn't know exactly
what Rothman had in mind, but she knew she was about to be bound, almost
assuredly compromising position that would expose her at the very least
and, more likely, result in her being fucked on the way home.  Well, even
though she could use the rest, she could always use an orgasm too. 
Hopefully her pussy would get enough attention to make that happen.

   She did get to sit in the comfy leather captain's style chair, but not
with the level of comfort expected.  Rothman removed her skirt and had her
put both legs over the arms of the chair, spreading her wide open.  He
strapped her thighs to the arm rests to keep her legs in place.  He removed
her top, leaving only the collar, thigh highs and heels.  He secured her
wrists behind the back of the chair, using soft leather straps for her
wrists and thighs.  He found two small rubber circular bands in the box and
realized these were to put around her breasts.  He put one on each breast,
the bands holding firmly at the base of her breasts, making her
average-sized tits pop out like firm round balloons.  To add to the fun, he
inserted a 10-inch dildo in her pussy and a butt plug in her ass.

   After preparing for flight, Shaw and Harris returned to check out
Rothman's handiwork.  "We have to simulate turbulence," Shaw said.

   "Of course," Rothman said.  "Do as you please."

   Shaw slapped at her tits, watching them wiggle and jiggle.  "Some
movement, but acceptable," he reported.  Then he slid his hand down her
belly and touched her bare pussy.  He stroked it and rubbed it while Harris
played with her tits some more.  "That's a good girl," Shaw said.  "Get wet
for me."

   Megan was indeed getting wet.  Her nipples were hard and Shaw was
rubbing her pussy gently but his touch was so masculine.  She wanted him to
grab her pussy and squeeze it and fuck it hard.  She looked at Rothman, who
watched with a look of amusement on his face.  He so loved to torment her.

   "Ready for turbulence test two?" Shaw asked Harris.

   "Yes, sir," Harris said.  It was comical how the men sounded so serious.
Shaw insert three fingers into Megan's pussy, making her moan.  Then, on
the count of three, he started finger banging her, harder and harder,
lifting her up, test the strength of the bonds on her thighs.  Her pussy
quivered and her tits jiggled, but otherwise she didn't budge.

   "Tight as a drum," Shaw said.

   "The restraints or the pussy, sir?" Harris asked.

   "Both," Shaw said.  He put his wet fingers in Megan's mouth, making him
lick her clean.  He pushed his fingers to the back of her throat.  She
didn't gag.  He looked at Rothman, impressed.  "It's a long flight, sir. 
You don't mind if we come back and socialize a bit later, do you, sir?"

   "We'd love to have you join us," Rothman said.  "Plus, Megan hasn't had
much to eat today.  She always says she's watching her diet.  But maybe
some high-protein snacks would be in order, if you have any?"

   "I think we can accommodate her dietary needs," Shaw laughed.  "Megan,
don't worry, we are good pilots.  You'll be safe.  We'll do our job and
make sure you can keep doing yours."

   "Thank you, both," Megan said.  "Thanks for making sure I'm safe.  I
look forward to a nice healthy protein snack.  Sounds yummy."

   Shaw nodded to Rothman as if to say, "She's a good one."

   Twenty minutes later they were in the air.  Megan's tits jiggled every
time they hit an air pocket, but otherwise she was surprisingly comfortable
in her ridiculous restraints.  As expected, by the time they flight was
over, all three men had "fed" her and she landed with three loads of thick
cum filling her little belly.

   Rothman allowed her to dress before they got off the plane, then she
quickly texted her mom.  But instead of telling her she was home, she
simply asked what she was doing tonight.  She was hoping to surprise her
for dinner a day early.

   "I'm at Dr.  Meeks' office," came the response.

   "Isn't it too late for him to be open?"

   "He keeps late hours one night a week.  How's your trip?"

   "Good.  Can't wait to see you tomorrow night."

   "Same here.  Love you."

   Megan smiled and asked Rothman if he would mind dropping her off at Dr.
Meeks office.  She had no thoughts of Meeks fucking her mom.  She knew he
was her cosmetic surgeon and thought little of her getting a consultation,
especially given her recent single status.  It was normal for a woman to
want to make sure she was looking her best.

   Rothman suspected what Meeks was up to, but didn't want to let on.  This
was too fun.  He gladly dropped Megan off and, after making sure she got in
OK, left, knowing full well he would find out soon enough.

   Megan went into the office and sure enough there was a receptionist
still working now into the early evening.  "Um, I think my mom is here. 
She doesn't know I'm back in town.  I wanted to surprise her." Megan showed
her ID to confirm the same last name.  The receptionist hesitated since
this was against protocol, but shrugged and said, "of course, honey.  Go on
back.  Room 3.  For security reasons, the exam room doors don't lock so
just go on in.  I'm sure she will be happy to see you."

   Megan hurried back in her naughty little outfit and nothing underneath
her skirt.  She listened at the door to Exam Room 3 but heard nothing but a
few low noises, like moans or mumbling.  Hoping the receptionist hadn't
told her the wrong room number, she opened the door.  She saw Dr.  Meeks
first.  His back was to the door as he sat on the exam table.  He looked at
her over his shoulder and smiled.  Then Megan looked down and saw why he
was smiling.  Her mom was kneeling in front of him, giving him a blowjob.

   Megan's mouth dropped open.  She started to close the door, but her mom
stopped her, "Megan, wait.  I can explain.  Please, just come in."

   "Yes, come on in, Megan," Meeks' smile was pure evil.  "We have a lot to
talk about, my dear."