“R...red hair?” she asked dimly. Thinking was so hard when she felt so, so fucking good.
“I’ve already got a blonde,” Robert said, as if that explained everything, “And a brunette with Natalie, and black hair with Maria. So, you get red.”
“Oh,” she nodded. “Caleb...he’ll like that.”
Robert’s gaze became intense, and she felt herself very much not caring what Caleb thought. She ought to break up with him, in fact. He was nothing to her. A waste. A loser. An inferior male not worthy of her time or attention. She would break his heart. In fact—
“—Other men just aren’t good enough for a girl owned by you, Master.”
Had she been speaking this whole time? Reality was so strange, so erotic. Her cunt dripped a puddle on her seat, her clothes in tatters around her body. The sudden width of her hips and breadth of her tits had ripped her modest suit apart.
“That’s right. No one but me for you now.”
He took her by the face and led her down toward his cock, which was the most beautiful, perfect cock she’d ever seen in her life. She didn't even remember him unbuttoning his pants. After a moment, she realized it was the only cock she had ever seen in her life—and still it was the most beautiful anything she had ever seen, even more beautiful than Maria, though of course the two were gorgeous for entirely different reasons.
Her newly-realized-virgin lips slid over his rod, and he took a thick grip of the massive volume of her phoenix-red hair. Her tits, massive and heaving, slid along his knees, already slick with the overwhelming pouring of his precum. Well-formed abdominal muscles kept her posture perfect, her tiny, thin body little more now than a receptacle for her Master's cum.
“Good girl,” he sighed, sliding his hands through her hair. “That’s so good.”
Quinn had never been happier in all her life.
* * * * *
Outside the room he had no idea that Maria had returned from her trip to retrieve him lunch.
He had no idea that she was listening in, fingering herself to the sounds of Quinn’s indoctrination, taking every new word from her Man as gospel.
With Joslyn under his control, there was no chance of being fired, and so Maria had dressed in as risque an outfit as she ever had at the office. Her blue skirt was daringly short, barely covering her tight bubbly ass, and tight smoky stockings led down to tall, dark heels with blood red bottoms. She had foregone a traditional blouse altogether, wearing instead a tight, form-fitting sky blue satin negligee beneath a pin-striped jacket. A living office fantasy, just for her Master. She’d woken with the thought, hot and terribly immediate, of him driving into her and filling her with his babies right on top of Joslyn’s desk.
Maybe Joslyn would be signing away her savings, her office, her everything while they did it, fingering her cunt and wetting the papers with her hot cunt juices as she got off to watching her Master and Mistress fuck.
Now she knelt right next to the door, hearing the soft moans of the transformed Quinn as her Master mouthfucked her against the wall. The wall was load-bearing, and still it shook from his force.
God, he was so strong. Her pussy melted thinking of his strength, his power. She wanted to walk in right that instant and praise him, worship him for taking Quinn as his own, just as he deserved. And yet she waited, still toying with her clit, as she thought of how perfect it was that he had made Quinn forget about Caleb, made her want to break up with him.
Other men just aren’t good enough for a girl owned by you, Master.
Her words, cooed over and over to him over the past several days, now finally instilled in him so remarkably well that he was implanting the same command into his new slave.
She had such influence on him...and when he incorporated it into his perfect conquests like that, it only fueled her unending fire, her lustful hunger for more.
Some part of her had felt a remote sense of guilt for how she had treated her old “boyfriend” Fernando. Breaking his heart so thoroughly. Encouraging him to recognize that without her, his life was worthless and not worth living. She suspected she had driven him to suicide, and some mortal, moral part of her had flashes of regret in the past few days that she had been so extreme.
Now, though...with this revelation, she felt her reality shifting. She was not meant to be mortal, and morality, as she cooed so often to Robert, truly was just for those not as perfect as him...or her.
She stood up, strutting easily in her tall, tall heels. Natalie was at her desk, slowly fingering her clit to a series of images of Robert and Maria fucking. Her darling little sister had been using the camera all weekend. Some day, the images she gathered would inspire the stained-glass windows in a church dedicated to Robert's cock. Maria flashed her a wink, and Natalie moaned.
The good little girl showed the proper deference to Maria. Robert was so good at showing his slaves who ought to be in charge.
Maria picked up her phone at her desk and called Joslyn. The blonde had been too exhausted—after Robert’s marathon fuck-session—to come to work that day.
There was more than a little satisfaction in the recognition that Maria had never felt exhausted after fucking Robert. Spent, certainly, and completely content to wrap her luscious body around his and nap. But never exhausted. He had made her better than that.
The lack of willingness, on his part, to make it so Joslyn would not be exhausted quite excited her. More hierarchy. More power play. More proof that Maria was better than all other women for Robert’s service.
Joslyn’s voice was chipper and alert when she picked up the phone, though. “Maria? Is Robert there? Can I speak to him? I had so many dreams, and—”
“Quiet. It’s time for you to listen, all right? He’s given me very specific instructions. Can you go to the hospital today and visit Kyle?”
Her tone had some disgust in it. “I suppose. Do I have to? I don’t really want to see him very much anymore, and—”
“Shush. Just listen for a moment.”
Maria took a breath, relishing this moment. Taking charge for her Man. Doing what needed doing so that his Will, his True Will, was carried out. Morality was the lesser, for those not strong enough to please her Master. She would rewrite morality, become the new High Priestess of His Cock, speak from a podium to an audience of thousands of the true religion and the true morality—that only service to Master mattered. Her cunt soaked at the thought, knees knocking together.
“There’s something very important you need to do...”
* * * * *
“I’m sorry, Sheriff,” said Robert, not sorry at all, “but I’m not going to just let you look through our files. They’re confidential. Our clients would be very displeased.”
Beneath Joslyn’s heavy wood desk in her office, Quinn was doing a superb job of sucking Robert’s cock. Her lips, newly plush and thick, were the perfect warm, wet vacuum to serve his thick rod. It was late in the afternoon, and they were about to close. Sheriff Hanson and his wife, the deputy Luciana, watched Robert with no idea that he was receiving the fellatio.
It had been a full day—transforming Quinn from an overweight, anxiety-ridden mess into a self-confident beauty queen was not easy, but it was a lot of fun. He had called Caleb halfway through the day and told him to take the rest of the day off, Joslyn’s orders. Quinn could break up with him over the phone later tonight.
Maybe by text. Ending a several-year relationship in such an offhand manner excited him. It would certainly please Maria. He could fuck her while she moaned out other, more callous ways to treat Caleb for daring to think he had any ownership over one of her Master's first slaves.
The sheriff put his hands on his hips. “And how displeased do you think I’m going to be if you don’t let me look at them?”
Robert smiled. A week ago, such talk might have intimidated him. But he was being sucked off in secret by a woman who could out-do any actress on the silver screen, made that way entirely by power he alone possessed. Were he not so pre
occupied with the blowjob, he might have just made Sheriff Hanson forget all about coming to this office.
Still, the man had a gun, and so did his deputy wife. She was a looker—twenty years the Sheriff’s younger, a delectable Latina with a terrific pair of breasts. Her uniform hid her form, but it was clear she worked out, and the thick tangle of brown hair streaked with blond highlights made it obvious she enjoyed how she looked.
Women didn’t put that much care into their hair unless they wanted something to show off. When the sheriff wasn't looking, Robert winked at her. She bit her lip, containing something—a protest? A moan?
Robert could fuck her the second he decided to. He emptied another long load of precum down Quinn's throat, imagining putting Luciana on her knees before him.
“Sheriff,” he said, breath heavy, “unless I’m mistaken, as a law-abiding citizen, I shouldn’t have anything worry about one way or the other. And unless I’m very mistaken, your displeasure shouldn’t have an effect on your job. Unless you’re telling me that you’re letting personal bias decide cases for you?”
Quinn let out a soft little moan as Robert unloaded another heavy mess of cum. Talking had ruined his concentration. The sheriff looked too angry to have noticed, but it was clear that his wife had heard something. Robert shot her another quick wink, and enjoyed seeing the blush that crawled up her skin.
He made the women in his vicinity aroused so that they came near. Then he could touch them and change them however he wanted. More and more, the rules of normal culture seemed to stop applying. He had, at Maria’s urging, seriously started to doubt whether he was actually human.
“Don’t you start telling me how to do my job, you shit. Why the hell are you even in this office?”
Because he deserved it. Because he had earned it. Because of his strength and power. Maria was outside, looking on at the episode, and even so he could hear her shadowy, sultry voice massaging every part of his brain.
“Joslyn is off for the day,” he explained. “I’m in here to take her calls. And her callers, I suppose. Did you want to leave a message for her?”
“Tell her that the next time I come in here,” said the sheriff, “I’ll expect full access to the files of this company.”
“And she will tell you, haha—” Quinn was swallowing, her esophagus suckling gently against his cockhead. The sensation was incredible. “—she’ll tell you that you need a warrant.”
The sheriff clearly thought Robert was laughing at him. Maybe he was.
“You better get your act straight, you pissant, or I’m going to lock you up for obstruction of justice.”
Maria was at the door now, gesturing for the two officers to leave. “Goodbye, Sheriff. Deputy.”
The sheriff had stormed by her on his way in. Now he looked, openly, and Maria pretended like she didn’t notice. She definitely didn’t care. Her body was made for the adoration from others, and the more that the sheriff was intoxicated with her, the less trouble he would be to manipulate later on if need be.
She was such a perfect partner for...whatever this strange sex dance was becoming. Robert felt a wave of lust and love for her, watching her perfect countenance sneer at the backs of the police as they left. His cum left him again—that immediately, that easily even after cumming just seconds before—cumming to the sight of her, only her, for her, even as it was Quinn who did all the mouthwork of getting him off.
Maria locked the front door after they left and began turning off lights. They were closed for the day. They had not had much traffic today, but that was hardly new. Robert suspected that, with his power and the looks of his new girls, money would soon not be much of a problem for this office. He just had to make sure it stayed open—and with Joslyn under his firm control, that would be no problem at all.
Maria strutted into the office, pushing his rolling chair back from Quinn’s mouth. A long sticky string of saliva and cum bridged between his cock and the redhead's hungry mouth for a moment. Maria slid her stocking-clad knee up gently into his crotch, hard cock sliding against the silken surface of her legs.
“I’ve been daydreaming about you fucking me over Joslyn’s desk all day.” Her hair slipped to one side, covering the distance between her perfect face and his erect, waiting cock easily. Long tendrils of midnight locks covered his wet length. “I hope Quinn hasn’t tired you out, love.”
He grabbed her and kissed her heatedly, hands pulling apart the flimsy jacket she wore to slip around her breasts, squeezing firmly. Maria moaned into his mouth, no doubt feeling the delicious sensations that he had gifted her nipples with. With enough time and attention, he could easily make her cum simply by playing with her tits.
“Not even close,” he said, lifting up off the chair, carrying her for half a moment until her ass was planted on the desk.
Heat overwhelmed him, feeling the warmth from her cunt as he made her daydream start to come true.
They all would, he realized. All her dreams. All her latent fantasies. He would make every last one true. That’s what he wanted for her. That’s what she deserved for being so fucking perfect for him.
He would do anything for her. Anything.
Robert’s cock, fully erect, was mere inches away from Maria’s tight, perfect pussy. He shoved her slight lace panties away, easily entering the moist confines of her cunt. She was so perfectly wet, so obviously made for his cock and his alone. Maria moaned, a swift, easy orgasm riding through her body—and one that would remain and intensify, like one bomb splitting apart to reveal several thousand more inside, until Robert finally emptied himself in her fertile fuckwomb.
Just as he thrust himself into Maria's tight, perfect pussy, there was a knock on the door of the office. Joslyn was there, wearing a tight black dress and bright red heels. Her enormous tits were on full display, pressed hotly together like a presentation for dinner.
Robert had lost track of anything else but his love. He hadn’t noticed Quinn on her knees still, kissing his feet and ankles, or Natalie crawling into the office to pay homage to her Master by fingering her pussy as she watched him fuck his favorite.
“I’m so sorry to interrupt, Master—and I promise I won’t be very long. But I did want to let you know that it’s taken care of.”
He was thrusting into Maria now. Her legs tightened around him, keeping him close. Her lips slid up to his ear, and he knew something was up. Maria used this position for her nastiest dirty talk—the things she wanted to convince him of most deeply, the things that she needed to coax him into believing while her cunt rocked his cock better than anyone else.
“What do you mean?”
His thrusts into his first slave continued unabated.
“With Kyle, Sir. I took care of him for you. Just like you asked.” There was a strange panicky mixture of guilt in her face, even confusion that Robert wasn't immediately congratulating her. “He won’t be a problem anymore. No one saw, don’t worry.”
“You...” Maria was being distracting, kissing his ear and gyrating perfectly on his meat. “You...’took care of him?’ What does that mean?” He looked down at Maria. “What does that mean?”
“She couldn’t divorce him, Sire,” Maria explained. “That takes too long. And she can’t just break up with him, like Quinn can with Caleb. They’re attached. There’s money involved. Pr-property,” she shuddered, another wave of bliss hitting her. “So she had to...get rid of him for you. Just like you wanted.”
The truth dawned slowly on Robert. Without meaning to, precum sputtered wildly from his cock, milked so perfectly by the heavenly slave angel adoring him with her cunt.
“Y-you killed him?” Robert stuttered.
Joslyn nodded, eyes hopeful. Her lovely face was flush with fear, though—fear that she may have disappointed her Master somehow.
“Isn’t it perfect?” Maria moaned in his ear. “He was breaking the rules. Trying to have one of your girls as his own. I heard what you said to Quinn. That’s not allowed.”
; Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck!
How had he let things progress this far? How had he...
Maria ripped at her negligee, tearing it off completely. Hot spurts of cum, preludes to his real orgasm, shuddered up into her cunt and sprayed against her delicate walls as he witnessed the jaw-dropping display of her tits. Her complete lack of shame at the act—her willingness to do anything, go anywhere, for his love. For his service.
“See?” Maria moaned. “I knew it would turn you on. Wanting us to do anything for you. Willing to kill for you. We had to show you Master...”
Joslyn was on her knees now, crawling next to Natalie. All three girls soon were staring up at him, worship in their eyes, lust on their faces, so eager to please.
“We had to, Master,” cooed Natalie.
“It was so right, Master,” nodded Joslyn. “So right. He was in the way. He was in your way.”
“No one is allowed to deny you, Master.” Quinn licked his thigh. Her tits, naked like Natalie's and Joslyn's, pressed hard against his calves and knees. He stood in a sea of titflesh. “Nobody can stand in your way.”
He had to get away. This was so wrong. This was insanity. This was exactly what he had been afraid of. Ruining lives. Ruining people. Killing people.
He struggled to step away from Maria, but her grip was too tight and the slaves packed too close. In a shuffle of bodies, he landed on the ground with Maria just beneath him. She moaned with bliss at the sudden hard, forceful thrust he delivered as a result, his cock still directly inside her. The other girls soon crowded around his body, kissing him and licking him, moaning their worship.
“I didn’t care about him anyway, Master,” moaned Joslyn, pushing on his back with her massive tits. “So it’s okay. He deserved it for defying your will.”
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