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| The response was amazing. Her face lit up in a smile and she opened the door wide. “Will, please, come on in. I’m so sorry for acting so rude before.” I just stood there, my jaw practically on the floor. “Well silly, are you going to come in or just stand there?” she asked with a smile. “Uh, sure,” I said as I follower her inside. “Would you like a drink?” “Ah, sure. Diet Coke if you’ve got any.” |
 | What happened next practically blew my mind. Robin stood in front of me, pulled her dress off and the slowly slid her bra off her shoulders. Soon enough her tits were hanging free. “Well fuck me,” I said, not realizing I was saying what I was thinking. She smiled at me and said, “I thought you’d never ask!” With that she reached down, unbuckled my belts, opened my pants and pulled out my already hard cock. Opening her mouth she slowly engulfed my cock, right up to my balls. Her tongue worked that magic I had forgotten she was capable of as she slid it along the side of my dick while she sucked for all she was worth. While she was sucking my cock her hand slid down and inside her panties where she went to work on her pussy. The smell from her soon filled the room as she frigged herself while blowing me. “You’re a real slut, aren’t you?” I gasped as she slid her mouth up and down my cock. “Mmm hmm,” she said with a nod. “Slubt. I’b ba slubt, ba slubt.” “Well then slut, finish stripping so I can fuck you one last time.” She pulled herself away, reluctantly it seemed, and pulled down her panties. I grabbed her by the hair and looked into her eyes. She stared back at me, eyes glazed with lust. “You’re my slut, aren’t you bitch? You always have been, you just never realized it before.” It was a statement more than a question. “Yes, your slut,” she repeated dreamily. “Have always been your slut but never knew. Always your slut.” I could have sworn I saw her eyes glow for a moment as she said that, but I figured it must have been a trick of the light. “Well slut, bend over because right now I’m going to give you that fucking you’ve deserved for a long time now.” With that I twisted her head around and bent her over the arm of the couch, pushing her face into the cushions. |
 | “Eileen?” I asked. “Robin said you were very pretty, but she didn’t do you justice.” I extended my hand to her. “I’m Will, Robin’s ex.” She shook my hand as she said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that Robin had company. I can come back later.” “Nonsense,” I said. “Robin will be right out and I should get going soon anyhow. Please come in and I’ll keep you company until she’s ready.” I asked her if she wanted anything to drink but she declined. Probably didn’t trust the ex-husband of the woman she was sleeping with. “So,” I started the conversation as I took a sip of my soda, “Robin told me you were pretty, but she didn’t say what a great set of tits you had. They are quite the pair.” Eileen’s face grew red and she stood up. “I’m not taking this sort of shit from anyone, especially Robin’s piece of shit ex-husband.” She opened her mouth to say more, but I spoke up first. “Shut up, bitch!” I said sharply. Her mouth shut instantly. “And sit down while you’re at it.” She sat back down on the couch. I could see the fear in her eyes. I still had no idea why she was doing what I told her to do, but I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. “Robin say’s you two are ‘involved’. Is that true?” When she remained silent I remembered my earlier command to shut up. “You may speak, slut, but quietly and respectfully. Now answer my question.” “No sir, we’re not involved, at least nothing serious.” “So are you just leading her on? Or are you such a slut that you could never settle down with one person?” “I’m not a slut,” she said, and then quickly followed up with “sir.” Her fear was fading and I could see the defiance in her eyes. “But you are, slut. You want to play with your tits, don’t you? You want to rub them and squeeze them. Go ahead, slut. Play with your tits while we talk.” |
 | “Stand up.” She stood up straight, her hands still kneading her breasts with the occasional tug on her nipples. “Do you remember the last time Robin licked your little slut pussy?” She nodded dreamily. “Then I want you to remember how it felt when you came from her pussy licking and I want you to feel that right now!” Her arms dropped to her sides and she cried out in pleasure. Body shaking she moaned and whimpered for over a minute before quieting down. “Look at me.” She looked straight at me, her hands finding their way back to her tits. “You are my slut now, understand? In fact, you’re a slave, a slut slave, who exists only to serve me.” |
 | “Bullshit!” I said sharply. She recoiled at my outburst. “There’s more going on that that. Tell me what it is, right now!” “We, um, the company, ah,” she babbled, trying to get the words out, “does not want to take on the responsibility for supporting you during your illness.” “My illness? Who the hell told you I was sick?” I was livid at this point. Grace cowered back in her chair as she answered. She started to answer but I told her to shut up. I didn’t care who had told her. What pissed me off what their decision to fire me because I was dying. “So,” I said, trying to calm down. My head was pounding and I knew shouting wasn’t going to help. “Whose decision was it to fire me? Yours? Or did somebody else make that call?” She straightened up in her chair. Apparently she felt some of her confidence returning. “I made the determination that you would be a liability to the company in your current state. You wouldn’t be productive due to the depression and the debilitating affects of your condition and I don’t want you to bring the rest of the department down.” “Well Grace, what you’ve done is illegal. I figure that there are several options available to me. I could sue the company, but as you’ve probably guessed I wouldn’t be around long enough for the suit to get to trial.” I paused for a moment. “By the way, take off your jacket. You look much too professional sitting there with it on.” Grace paused for a moment, and then removed her jacket. |
 | Grace slowly began to remove her clothes. Since I hadn’t given her any instructions on how fast to do it I let her take her time. I could tell that she was mortified to have this happening to her, especially when she had not control over what was happening. “C’mon Grace, try to look like you’re enjoying yourself. Just pretend that I’m old man Franklin upstairs in the executive offices and that this will get you another promotion.” At that her face lit up in a smile as she continued to disrobe. I had her keep her glasses on because I knew she couldn’t see without them and I wanted her to see everything that was happening. Soon enough she was down on her knees in front of my, tugging at my zipper. Once she had it open she pulled my pants down and grabbed hold of my cock. Giving it a couple of strokes with her hand she then fed it into her mouth, her tongue snaking around the shaft as she moaned in pleasure. “God, you are the company whore, aren’t you? You must have given plenty of blowjobs to be this good.” She nodded in agreement as she continue to suck on my dick. All too soon I had her stop. I wasn’t interested in her mouth; it was her ass I was after. “Get me nice and wet, slut. Otherwise this is going to be more painful than you can imagine.” With that she pulled me into her mouth again, slobbering all over my cock, trying to get it nice and slick for her backdoor. When I thought she had done enough I pulled out of her mouth and spun her around. Spreading her ass cheeks I put the head of my cock against her tense rosebud. “Relax, bitch. You know you deserve this, so relax and we can get it over with.” With that I pushed against her anus with the head of my cock. After a moment of resistance she relaxed and the head slid through the ring and inside of her. |
 | “You are both suddenly very aroused. You can feel the pleasure coursing through you.” Both of them became flush and started breathing heavier. Barb practically doubled over from the sensations. “You are both bisexual sluts. You are in love with each other, and with me. You exist only to pleasure each other and to pleasure your Master. Do you understand? If you understand all of this then you can have a nice, small orgasm.” Both of them said, “Yes, Master,” at the same time, and then they fell back as their reward washed over them. When it was over I told them to go home together because they were lovers now, and that when I wanted them I would let them know. Like I said, I wasn’t sure it would hold. Hell, I wasn’t sure if anything I was doing would last after I left the room. But if I only had a few months left to enjoy myself, I was going to really enjoy myself. |
 | By the time I had finished all of the paperwork with human resources (I didn’t get a chance to deal with Bonnie as she was on vacation that day) I headed out to get something to eat. As I walked past the park I remembered my final command to Grace. There she was, stripped down to her bra, panties, stockings and heels, back against a tree, legs up in the air. A few people were staring at her, but apparently nobody had called the cops yet. Her face was red with embarrassment, yet there was nothing she could do about it. I decided that she would be more useful to me in her job than unemployed, even if only for a couple of months. So I told her to get up, get dressed and get back to work. |
 | Then I saw her as she was walking down the street in front of my house. She was tall, had long brown hair that flowed down her back and the most beautiful tits. Not too big, just enough to ravish and enjoy. At that moment I knew. If I was going to die, it was going to be with her. I called out to her and she stopped, searching for where the voice was coming from. Walking up to her I told her not to be afraid, that I meant her no harm. “I know,” she said quietly, looking me in the eyes. I was taken aback by her calmness. It was more than I would have expected from someone who was following my instructions. “Show me your breasts,” I asked, adding, “please.” She bent over and let her top billow open, allowing me to look down her shirt. “No, stand up and open your blouse.” She did as I asked, holding the pose for me as I admired her. |