I finally had the Bastard where I wanted him. Two years, a dozen protests, letters to every level of government and finally I got the injunction temporary stopping him from cutting down the sacred pine trees he planned to get rid of for a new hotel.
A couple of days after the injunction was imposed, I received a call from his secretary for a meeting. Finally, I would meet him face to face. I dressed professionally and yet allowing my assets, my 36C breasts, firm ass and long legs to be showcased. I wore my hair up, three inch heels, black pantyhose and skirt, white blouse and a black blazer. Confident I was finally going to see this bastard squirm, I headed out.
Once there, I was surprised when the secretary was a woman in her early forties dressed in a short skirt, and tight blouse. I said, “I am here to meet with Mr. Jones, I am Hilary White.”
She looked up at me and said, “I am sure you are.”
“Excuse me?” I asked, not liking her tone.
“You may go in, he is expecting you,” she said, again her tone seemingly ominous.
Shaking my head at the secretary’s attitude, I smiled realizing he must really be concerned enough about me as a threat to not make me wait.
As I entered his office, he was at his desk, his usual smug smile plastered on his face. He greeted me, “Thank you for coming Mrs. White.”
I sarcastically shot back, “Thanks for finally finding time in your busy schedule to meet with me face to face.”
Not seeming to catch my sarcasm, he responded pleasantly, “Yes, it is great to finally meet you in person.”
To my surprise, he didn’t get up to shake hands, instead gesturing to the seat in front of his desk.
I shook my head. “I think I will stand.”
“Suit yourself, Mrs. White,” he shrugged, not remotely phased by my stubbornness. After a brief moment, he said, “So I am going to be frank with you.”
“You were quite frank with me over the phone many times,” I quipped back, enjoying the thought that I now had the power, something he was clearly not used to.
He chuckled, “I suppose so.” After a brief pause he said, “I want you to request the injunction be canceled.”
Now it was my turn to chuckle. “And I want you to withdraw your building plans and respect the citizens of my community.”
He replied, “Mrs. White we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
“Are you threatening me?” I questioned, surprised by his smugness and pissed off by his attitude.
“Me? Goodness no, I am just looking out for your best interests,” he replied, his smile really beginning to piss me off.
I scoffed, “You only look out for yourself and your big business cronies. I told you I was going to stop the development of your insipid project and protect the pines and park. I will not stop until you have withdrawn your project and the area is rezoned.”
“Are you sure there is nothing that can change your mind?” He asked.
“You can’t buy your way out of this, Mr. Jones,” I countered.
“What about your daughter?” He replied, changing the subject and oddly letting out what sounded like a moan.
“Leave my family out of this,” I snapped, not going to be bullied by this rich prick.
“I can’t do that, she is already involved,” he replied, his smug smile getting even smugger if that was even possible.
“What the fuck are you talking about,” I questioned, losing my cool.
“Now, now, Mrs. White, try to be civil,” he quipped back, cool as a cucumber which only fueled my rage.
“I have had enough of this,” I said, my tone as cold as ice. “Next time you talk to me it will be with my lawyer.”
I turned and began to leave when he said, “Open wide and take it all over your face, slut.”
I stopped in my tracks, turned around and said, so hot with anger I could feel the steam rising, “What did you just say?”
He put his hand up as he made a facial expression that implied he was coming. “Shiiiit,” he grunted.
I froze. I looked down and noticed a pair of runners underneath his desk that I somehow hadn’t noticed before. Someone was under his desk giving him a blow job while he was talking to me.
“Of all the nerve,” I said, appalled by his behaviour.
“Money may not be able to buy everything Mrs. White, but what it can’t get blackmail usually will,” he explained. Looking down at the slut who had been pleasuring him, he ordered, “Clean my cock, cocksucker.”
“You are one sick fuck,” I said, shaking my head in disgust, again turning to leave.
“I wouldn’t leave the room just yet, Mrs. White,” he said, his tone amused.
“I am done playing your sick little power game,” I retorted, reaching the door.
“Get over here and join your daughter on your knees where you belong,” he ordered, his words shocking me in every possible way. First he was implying it was my daughter under the desk sucking his cock, second he was ordering me to submit to him sexually.
I stood there frozen in shock, I prayed he was bluffing, that the woman under his desk was some slut trying to get ahead, yet a growing part of me knew he wasn’t bluffing. Taking a deep breath, I turned around and called his bluff. “Whoever is under that desk, get out and show your face.”
The few seconds felt like hours as he rolled his chair back and allowed the woman under the desk to crawl out. I prayed with every ounce of hope I had that it wasn’t my eighteen-year-old daughter Hilary. As blonde hair slowly emerged, followed by the back of a cheerleader’s outfit identical to Hilary’s Falcons red and white, my mouth dropped open and my face went pale.
“I am so sorry Mom,” Hilary said, as she turned around, her face coated with cum.
“Why are you sorry,” he asked, standing up behind her. “Your mother is the one to blame.”
“Hilary come here this second,” I demanded through grit teeth.
“Bend over the desk, slut, I am not done with you yet,” he ordered, causing my last bubble to burst.
“That is fucking enough you bastard. When I am through with you your precious company will be in flames,” I snapped.
Hilary ignored my order and obeyed his. She bent over the desk as instructed by this monster, as tears filled her eyes. His tone not changing, he replied, his hands now on my daughter’s hips, “You need to calm down and be rational about this.”
“Get your grubby hands off my daughter,” I seethed, beginning to move towards him.
“Stop, bitch,” he said, his tone shifting from amused to authoritative. To my surprise I obeyed, startled by his tone. “Good. Now before you say anything else stupid let me make my position very clear. I own you.”
I glared at him, but waited for more of an explanation knowing all the power I thought I just had was now gone.
“After you won the injunction I started to do some background research to find dirty little secrets about you, your husband and your daughter. Much to my surprise we came up empty at first. Your husband is a very upright and noble man. Your daughter is equally good, which is surprising with how reckless teenagers are this day in the era of twitter, Facebook and YouTube. But, luckily, your past isn’t so squeaky clean is it?” He smiled, as he grabbed his cock and began rubbing it up and down my daughter’s ass cheeks. I stared at his cock briefly, surprised by how large it was, seemingly seven plus inches.
In a great big wave of realization, I realized I was potentially to blame for Hilary’s current humiliating situation, I stammered, “L-l-let’s leave my daughter out of this.”
“It’s a little too late for that don’t you think. Plus your daughter has become a rather good submissive little pet, haven’t you my ass slut?” He asked as he reached for a bottle of what appeared to be lube and poured it on my daughter’s ass.
“Yeeeees, Sir,” my daughter answered without hesitation.
“Tell her how you became my eager little slut, Hilary,” he ordered, putting the bottle back on the desk.
Hilary didn’t look at me when she answered, “I did it to protect you, Mom. He showed me the video of you back in college and he said he wouldn’t make it public if I just sucked his cock once.”
“Y-y-you did it for me,” I stammered, mortified that I was definitely to blame for her being used by this repulsive man.
“Yes, Mooooommy,” she moaned as the bastard penetrated her.
“Please stop using my daughter,” I demanded, although my earlier angry tone was replaced with pleading.
“I don’t know, she loves my cock in her ass, don’t you slut?” He replied, his smile one of the utmost smugness.
“Yeeees, sir, I love your cock in my ass,” my daughter whimpered, her tone implying she really did. She grabbed the corner of the desk with her hands for grip as she got ass fucked in front of her mother.
“What did you do to her?” I accused. “Did you give her some date Molestation drug?”
He laughed. “No, I did blackmail her though. Yet, once I opened up her reserved, conservative, personality, the repressed sexual hunger was released and truthfully the rest of her submission was rather easy.”
My daughter’s moans were distracting as he continued to slowly pump his cock in and out of my once sweet, innocent daughter’s ass. I should have done something, but I was mesmerized by the ludicrous sight in front of me and riddled with guilt that I was to blame for it.
“So back to the injunction,” he said, bringing me back to reality. “You will cancel it ASAP or else the video of you getting gangbanged at the fraternity goes viral.”
“If I do will you leave my daughter alone?” I asked, suddenly realizing I was defeated, as the memory of one pot filled night of sexual debauchery came flashing back to me.
“If you replace her,” he answered, still smiling, before adding, “Reminiscing are we?”
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“Get on your knees, crawl over to me and take my cock in your mouth like the cock hungry slut you used to be,” he responded, while continuing to fuck my daughter’s ass.
“You’re not serious?” I questioned, repulsed by this man.
“Do I seem like much of a kidder?” He asked, as he really began slamming his body into my daughter making Hilary’s moans get louder and more animated.
“Oh God, yes, harder,” Hilary begged, seemingly forgetting I was in the room.
“Please you win, just let us go,” I pleaded, running out of options to keep what little integrity I had left.
“Oh fuck, your cock feels so good in my ass, Sir,” my daughter moaned, her pleasure undeniable, my head spinning with both the reality that my daughter had become my enemies seemingly eager sex slave and that I was to blame.
“I always win, you dumb fucking bitch, that is why I am where I am, why your daughter is where she is and why you will soon be where she is,” he smirked, before asking my daughter, “Does my cum slut want to come?”
“Yes, siiiir, soooooo bad,” Hilary instantly answered with a hunger that spoke volumes.
“You want to come from getting your ass fucked like the whore you have become while your Mommy watches?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” Hilary moaned.
“You’re a whore just like your mother, aren’t you?” he asked, adding humiliation on top of humiliation.
“I’m a dirty whore just like Mommy,” she agreed without hesitation, opening her eyes and looking at me for the first time since her anal violation began.
“Come for Mommy,” he ordered.
“Thaaaaank you,” my daughter moaned loudly as her left hand moved to her vagina. Her eyes were closed the entire time but there was no denying she was in euphoric bliss. This only angered me more as I was helpless to stop the sodomy of my daughter and more devastatingly I was to blame for her sexual submission.
His eyes stayed on me the whole time he ravished my daughter, his smug smile a constant reminder of his victory. “Fine,” I said, “you win, I’ll call off the injunction.”
“Of course you will,” he replied, continuing to thrust into my daughter’s ass, “but it is too late for just that. You must submit to me sexually as well.”
“Never!” I retorted quickly, the thought completely disgusting, even as I watched my daughter’s expression of euphoria twist her face as her orgasm was obviously close.
He put his hand up to me to wait as he demanded, “Come right now slut, let your mother see how well you have been trained in a very short time.”
“Yes, Siiiir,” she screamed as instantly her orgasm hit her and she opened her eyes looking directly at me. “Fuuuck, Mommy, I caaaan’t resist.”
“Who owns you?” He asked, continuing to thrust his cock in and out of my daughter.
“You do, siiiir,” my daughter admitted as her orgasm continued to cascade through her.
“Who owns your mother?” he continued.
“You do, sir,” Hilary answered, looking at me with pleading eyes.
“Please stop this,” I begged, desperate to find some way out of this predicament.
“On your knees now, you dumb bitch,” he ordered, as he pulled his cock out of my daughter and moved around the desk, his massive cock now pointing directly at me.
“No,” I answered, weakly, knowing I was completely at his whim, yet unable to admit it.
“Well then the video of you goes viral as does the video of your daughter sucking cock at a gloryhole,” he countered.
“What?” I questioned.
He clicked on the remote on his desk and the TV on the wall came on and there on the screen was my daughter sucking a big black cock sticking through a hole in a wall.
“Now I really like your daughter and would hate to publicly humiliate her, but I guess that is completely up to you. She protected you from public humiliation, will you do the same for your daughter?” He asked.
I watched in stunned awe as my daughter bobbed back and forth, in her cheerleader’s outfit, on the biggest cock I had ever seen. I had always been curious and fantasized about black cock so even though I should have been disgusted, my body weakened at the thought of a long repressed fantasy having been lived by my daughter.
“Aaaah, is that your weakness, Mrs. White, you have a thing for black cock,” he said, somehow able to read my mind.
“What? That is ridiculous,” I responded, trying to hide my true secret desire.
“Is it?” he said, amused, “If you hunger for black cock, I can get Mr. Witherspoon in here.”
Mr. Witherspoon was his main spokesperson in the media and a handsome black man. I responded, ignoring his offer, “Can we please just go now?”
Looking back at my daughter who was still bent over the desk, her body still trembling from her orgasm, he said, “Hilary, my cum is dripping onto the floor.”
I watched aghast as she immediately turned around, dropped to her knees, bent down and licked the cum that had leaked out of her ass and onto the carpeted floor.
He continued, “You are running out of time. Are you going to get on your knees and submit to me or am I going to have to send this video to the web?”
I looked back at the screen and saw that my daughter was now sucking a smaller white cock now. Defeated, I asked, “What do you expect from me?”
“First, to drop to your knees and crawl over to me,” he informed me.
“Will you let Hilary go?” I asked.
“Of course,” he answered, before adding, “for now.”
Taking a last grasp of control of this disgusting ordeal I said, “Hilary please go home right now.”
She didn’t move from her position on the floor until he said, “It’s ok, my pet, you may go now. I need to train your mother.”
The word ‘train’ made me wince, but I was thankful to get my daughter away from this monster. She stood up, and composed herself.
“Go see if Mrs. Quill needs you,” he instructed.
“Yes, sir,” she said, nodding and walking past me and out the door.
“Your daughter is also becoming a pretty good cunt-licker,” he informed me, piling on more shocking, humiliating information.
“If I submit to you, will you please leave my daughter alone?” I asked, grasping at straws.
“Let’s focus on you now, Mrs. White,” he said. “Take off your blouse.”
“Please, don’t make me,” I protested, pleadingly.
He laughed. “Make you; this is of your own doing.”
“Because I tried to protect the environment?” I asked, bitterness in my tone.
“Partly, but more because of the critical names you have thrown at me in the media,” he replied. “Now take off your fucking blouse and show me those big titties of yours.”
Calling my breasts ‘titties’ only made my predicament worse, I was a lady and was used to being treated as such. My hands trembled as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse.
Once my blouse was off, he ordered, “And the bra.”
I unclasped my bra and allowed my breasts to be presented to the monster.
“Nice, how often do you work out?” he asked.
“Every day,” I admitted, proud that my body was in such great shape after forty-one years.
“Take off the skirt, I want to see if your ass is as perfect as your daughters,” he ordered.
Oddly, having him compliment my body, somehow made obeying him easier. My husband never commented on my body and how hard I worked to keep it perfect for him, so these flattering comments, even from a letch like him, excited me.
I obeyed, unzipping my skirt and allowing it to drop to the floor. Standing in front of the man I hated the most in the world in only my pantyhose and thong.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
“Very nice,” he commented. “And a thong, nice touch.”
“Thank you,” I responded, before realizing that I had just thanked him for leering at my body.
“You are welcome,” he laughed. “Crawl to me, your daughter didn’t get me off.”
I lowered myself to my hands and knees, then slowly crawled to him my face burning with anger and shame.
“Do you suck your husband’s cock?” he asked, his cock still fully erect right in front of me.
“That is none of your business,” I snapped.
“How fucking stupid are you?” he asked, tapping my forehead with his cock, which I realized from up close was almost eight inches and thick, almost twice the size of my husband’s cock.
“Please don’t talk to me like that,” I requested, again surprised by his sudden outburst.
“I will talk to you as I wish,” he said, moving his cockhead down my nose and to my lips. “I fucking own you. Your mouth is mine to use, your cunt is mine to fuck and your ass is mine to pound.”
“Please, no,” I begged, the thought of him using me in such vile ways mortified me.
“I have a meeting in five minutes, so we will have to delay your training,” he said, suddenly allowing a rush of relief to fill me. The relief faded just as quickly when he added, “So, crawl under my desk.”
“You can’t be serious,” I replied, mortified yet again by his expectations of me.
“Now, slut,” he ordered, again raising his voice.
Morally crushed, I obeyed crawling under his desk.
Once under the desk, he sat back down in his chair and rolled it towards me. “I expect my cock in your mouth the whole time, sucking slowly, is that clear?”
I answered reluctantly, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I sighed.
“Actually, I think you can refer to me as Master,” he said.
I didn’t respond, but instead took his cock in my mouth, a cock that had recently been in my daughter’s ass. Much to my surprise, the scent and taste was not all that disgusting.
“Good girl,” he moaned.
My face burned in humiliation as I slowly moved back and forth.
“Mrs. Quill, is my next appointment here?” he asked.
A voice over the intercom replied, “Yes, sir.”
“Send him in,” he instructed.
“Of course, sir,” the voice replied.
A moment later, the door opened and closed and the bastard said, “Jim, great to see you.”
“You as well, Mr. Jones,” the man replied.
The next eternity, probably only fifteen minutes, was a conversation about another building project hours away. Such information would have been great evidence for my cause if my cause hadn’t been completely derailed already. Not having sucked cock in years, my jaw was already getting stiff and I prayed this would end soon. I began to wonder if I got him off, would I be able to go?Finally their conversation ended and he asked, “Are you ready to begin your training Mrs. White?”
I tried one last time to convince him to change his mind. Taking his cock out of mouth, and stretching my jaw, I replied, “Please, Mr. Jones, I promise I will never be a bother again.”
“Oh trust me, that I believe,” he chuckled, rolling his chair back. “Now bend over the desk like your daughter did.”
I reluctantly crawled out from under the desk, petrified of what he planned next. Yet, knowing I had no choice if I was to protect my daughter and my past, I obeyed the order surprised how cold the desk was on my breasts and belly.
“You really have a nice ass,” he complimented, as the letch squeezed my pantyhose-clad ass. His touch sent a chill up my spine against my will and triggered an undeniable wetness down below.
Suddenly, I felt my pantyhose ripped apart. “The thong was a nice touch, Mrs. White, were you anticipating becoming my little fuck-toy?”
“God, no,” I answered.
“I don’t know,” he responded smugly, his finger gentle touching my wet vagina. “Your cunt is pretty wet. Did you like watching me fuck your daughter’s ass?”
“What? N-n-no,” I stammered, distracted by his finger teasing my vaginal lips.
“I think you did,” he quipped back, his finger parting my pussy lips.
“Please, stop,” I protested, knowing that for whatever despicable reason by body was betraying me.
He laughed, as he reached for the bottle of lube on the table. “Your determination isn’t as strong anymore is it?”
I realized then that he planned to fuck my ass and not my vagina. I stammered, “N-n-not my ass.”
He laughed again, “This isn’t a negotiation, slut.”
Being called a slut was another slap in the face. I have not fucked or sucked another man in twenty years. “I am not a slut,” I snapped back, as I felt lube on my ass cheeks.
“You’re my slut,” he countered, as he coated his cock with lube as well.
Suddenly desperate to avoid being sodomized, yet knowing I wasn’t getting out of here without getting used by him, I begged, “My pussy, fuck my pussy.”
“Pardon,” he asked, surprised by my sudden shift of attitude.
“I want you inside my pussy,” I said, trying to be seductive.
“You do, do you?” he asked, seemingly falling for my sudden shift in attitude.
“God, yes, I want your big cock in my cunt,” I said, really trying to lay it on.
“Is my cock bigger than your husbands?” he asked.
I didn’t have to lie when I said, “Yes, you are much bigger.”
He rubbed his cock up and down my pussy lips and I moaned, thinking I had avoided being sodomized.
“Tell me what you want slut,” he ordered, before adding, “and be believable.”
“Oh God, sir, I want your big cock slamming into my hungry cunt, pounding me from behind deep and hard, make me your little fuck puppet,” I said, the words so ludicrous, and yet somehow getting me hornier.
“You are such a slut, Mrs. White,” he said, his cock slipping between my pussy lips.
“Aaaah, yes sir, I am your slut,” I replied, his cock teasing me and turning me into something I wasn’t.
“But you know something,” he said, his cock so close to entering me.
“Whaaaaaat?” I whimpered, my need to be fucked beginning to control me.
“The only cunt I fuck is my wife’s,” he said, moving his cock away from my pussy and in one hard thrust penetrating my ass.
“Nooooo, fuuuuuuuuuck,” I screamed as my ass was literally on fire.
“You see,” he explained, his cock buried deep in my ass, “I like to take what most women won’t give, their ass. Taking something they never imagined ever giving is the ultimate thrill. Plus, most sluts like you, women who pretend to be so righteous and moral, are often the biggest fuck sluts, cum buckets and ass whores out there.”
“That is fucking stupid,” I got out through clenched teeth, the pain burning through every pore of my being.
“Do you recognize my secretary Mrs. Quill at all?” he asked, slowly moving his cock out and then slamming it back inside my on fire ass.
“Fuuuuuck,” I screamed, a new searing pain hitting me as he slammed deeper into me than I thought humanly possible.
“Answer the question, slut,” he ordered.
“She looks vaguely familiar,” I barely was able to sputter out, the pain inside tearing me apart.
“She should, she must have come up during some of your research on my company,” he said. “Vanessa Quill, wife of Reverend Quill.”
“Oh my God!” I gasped. “That is Vanessa Quill?”
“In the flesh,” he chuckled, implying she too had been put in her place.
Vanessa Quill had led a major protest against his company a couple years ago a few hours away and yet they ended up settling out of court. I had called her home and left messages a few times to find out more about her protest and cause but she never returned my calls. “I can’t believe it.”
“Everyone succumbs to my charm eventually, most I can buy off, but sometimes with women so morally uptight like Vanessa and yourself I have to get creative,” he explained, as he began slowly thrusting his cock in and out of my ass.
I whispered, almost to myself, “I can’t believe it.”
Although the pain was still intense, his slow movements helped me get accustomed to his cock in my ass. Over the next few silent minutes, the pain began to dissipate and much to my horror a subtle pleasure began to build in me. Like a small camp fire, starting with just kindling but eventually building into a wildfire of heat. My whimpers of pain had long since quit and had been replaced by soft moans of pleasure.
“You see my ass-slut, women like you are always the easiest to turn,” he said, as his movements began to pick up.
“Women like me?” I questioned annoyed, his talking reminding me of who was dominating me and instantly throwing water on the small flame.
“I don’t like your tone, slut,” he said. “You really are not a very quick learner, are you?”
“Just fucking get yourself off,” I snapped back, sick of his pretentious attitude. He could blackmail me into having my body, but he wasn’t going to get my mind.
He laughed, “You understand this is only the beginning.”
“What, no?” I protested.
“I own you, I made that clear when I was pounding your daughter’s back door,” he said, slamming his body into mine.
“Fuuuuck,” I whimpered, the pain back in a flash, but also a pleasure I tried to squelch.
Leaning towards his intercom, he pressed the button and asked, “Mrs. Quill, would you please come in here.”
“Of course, sir,” she replied
“I think you need to understand more your new reality,” he said, as he began quickly and firmly thrusting in and out of my ass.
Mrs. Quill entered and seeing me bent over the desk smiled.
“Did you like your new pussy pleasing pet, Mrs. Quill?” he asked.
“Very much, although she needs lots of practice,” she answered, never taking her eyes and smile off of me.
“Well, she is yours to train both work-wise and play-wise, I have hired her to work after school and weekends,” he said.
“Y-y-you are making my daughter work for you?” I asked, this somehow even more depraved then making her a sex slave.
“Yes, keep your friends close and your enemies even closer I always say,” he chuckled, continuing to thrust his cock in and out of my ass.
“Fuck you are one sick bastard,” I snapped, so frustrated by my predicament and his smugness.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he countered, before instructing, “Mrs. Quill get under the desk and lick our new slut’s cunt.”
“Of course, sir,” the Reverend wife, now a submissive secretary, obeyed, walking towards me and crawling under the desk.
I couldn’t believe what was happening and let out a loud moan when her lips went directly to my clit. “You like that,” he chuckled.
“Nooo,” I whimpered, as the intensity of her lips on my clit somehow made his cock in my ass feel better.
“Get used to it, Mrs. White. After I shoot my load in your ass, after you cum like a cheap slut all over Mrs. Quill’s face you will become my new secretary, after the press conference of course,” he said.
“W-w-what press conference,” I questioned, my world falling apart.
“The one where you announce you are rescinding the injunction against our company before coming up to my office where you will begin your tenure as my full-service secretary,” he informed me.
His cock slamming in my ass, the lips on my pussy had my head spinning and only partially hearing his evil plans.
“Dammiiiiit,” I whimpered, his cock feeling undeniably good in my ass now, the double sensation bringing me a pleasure I never had experienced before.
“My slut is getting close to coming,” he purred, before ordering, “bounce back on my cock slut, get yourself off riding my cock in your ass, Mrs. White.”
Before my mind could react, my body betrayed me again as I obeyed his order. “Shiiiit,” I moaned, both from the pleasure and the accidental obedience.
“That’s it slut, come my whore, come on my big cock,” he demanded, his breathing getting heavier too.
After a few seconds, I screamed, “Fuuuuuuuck,” as my orgasm hit me like none I had ever felt before. I got lightheaded, my fingers numbed and my body trembled uncontrollably as I continued bouncing on his cock while spraying my cum all over Mrs. Quill’s face.
“Keep coming, my slut,” he ordered, “work for my cum.”
In another world, I continued to obey, suddenly wanting to feel his cum inside me, wanting to get him off.
A minute later I heard him grunt and felt my ass filled with cum. I slowed down and just continued to milk his cock with my ass until he pulled out.
“Well Mrs. White, that was fun,” he said, pulling his pants back up.
“Can I go?” I asked, desperate to get out of there, my body controlling me.
“You should probably freshen up, your press conference is in twenty minutes,” he said.
“You can’t be serious?” I asked, his cum beginning to leak out of my ass.
“As I mentioned before, I am not much of a kidder,” he shrugged.
Looking down at a cum-covered Mrs. Quill, he said, “And Mrs. Quill, you are moving up the ladder. The next two weeks you will train the White girls on their job, both the actual job and the many fringe benefits they will be offering to our employees and clients.”
Getting off her knees, her face shiny with my cum, she said, “Thank you sir.”
“Mrs. White, you will obey every order any employee here asks of you. You will suck cock, eat pussy, allow all three of your holes to be used, is that clear?” he explained.
“Do I have a choice?” I asked, my brain trying to find a way out of this.
“Of course,” he laughed, “you can allow the videos to go viral and let the cards fall where they may.”
“You really are a bastard,” I said, glaring at him.
“Thank you,” he said, taking it as a compliment. “Mrs. Quill once Mrs. White and I are done at the news conference, please take our new employee to Mr. Witherspoon, I think she will be a great bonus for all he has done of late, plus it is obvious Mrs. White fantasizes about big black cock.”
“Of course,” Mrs. Quill agreed. Looking at me, she added, “His cock is ten inches slut.”
I gasped. I couldn’t fathom a cock that big. Again, my body betrayed me as my pussy began to get wet thinking of having a big black cock in me.
Reading my mind, Mr. Jones said, “I guess I have awakened your inner slut haven’t I?”
When I didn’t say anything, he said, “Answer me now slut or I will have a couple employees come shoot their loads over your face before you go to the press conference.”
Defeated, I answered, “I am not a slut.”
“You came from riding my cock in your ass,” he pointed out. “What else would you call that?”
“Blackmail,” I answered.
“I forced you to bend over the table, I slid my cock inside your ass, but I sure didn’t make you come,” he laughed, “That my slut was all you. Now go get ready, you look like a cheap whore who just got fucked in the ass.”
He walked out of his office and Mrs. Quill took my hand and said, “Come with me, my new pet.”
“Ok,” I answered dazed.
“And call me Mistress,” she added.