“Fuck!” she moaned, tilting the top of her head into my shoulder. I could feel the heat pulsing from her body, from her cunt. My cock was as hard as it had ever been, and I wanted her. “I don’t fucking understand this. Yesterday you were just...you were just some nice guy, and now you’re you and I can’t get the thought of you from my head, no matter how hard I try. And I don’t try that hard, because I like it too much.”
“You don’t have to worry about it. Trust me.”
Immediately, I saw all discord slide from her body. Her trust for me quickly pushed out any second-guessing. My cock jumped at the sight of my instant, obvious control of her thoughts.
I stroked her face, pulling her in for a long, melting kiss. She wrapped herself around me further. I knew she could feel my hard-on.
“I don’t want you to be a virgin anymore,” she said. “I want you to fuck me. I want to be your first.”
She paused, as if suddenly uncertain. Thinking, perhaps, that she had pressed too far. “Is that...I mean, that’s okay, right? You want to fuck me, don’t you? I want to fuck you.” Her tone, full of warmth and monotone. “I find you so attractive. I trust you like, completely. And I want...” she pushed her thick mane of hair back, looking completely vulnerable. “I want to be your girlfriend. I’ve never been anyone’s girlfriend. I didn’t think that was...even a good thing. But I want that. From you.”
She slid down from my body, clearly feeling emotional.
“I’m sorry. This is stupid. I shouldn’t have said that. You don’t have to want that. I—oh!”
I grabbed her and pulled her tight against me. My hips grinding against hers. “I trust you completely,” I said. She shuddered with visible pleasure. “I find you immensely attractive. And I want you to be my girlfriend.”
“F-fuck,” she moaned softly. Her breath was sweet against my lips. “I...I need it. I need your cock in me. I need it right now. I’m about to cum. I need to feel you in me. Holy fuck, Victor!”
I didn’t need to hear any more than that. In seconds, she was on the floor, legs spread wide. Her tiny denim skirt pushed up past her wide, sexy hips. Hot vaginal fluids leaked down onto the floor, her cunt pulsating with every second.
“I don’t...” I shook my head suddenly. “I forgot to bring protection.”
“You don’t need a condom,” she said. “I don’t care. I don’t care. Fucking come in me. Come in me, please!”
Thrusting hard, I buried myself hips-deep into her perfectly tight, wet snatch. There was no hesitation, no awkward fumbling. This was pure biology. My cock pumping into her body, in and out, our two young bodies rutting like wild animals.
“Oh fuck!” she moaned, clutching me tight to her body. “O-oh oh fuck!”
She shook insanely, her entire body contorting beneath me. A long, easy cry left her lips, followed by an almost maniacal sort of laugh.
I slowed down slightly, worried. “Are you all right?”
“Am I...” she giggled, sounding drunk. “‘Am I all right,’ ‘he says. Yes, you idiot. You just made me cum. From talking and from barely fucking me.” She gripped my ass hard. “Now...put that thing to work and let’s see what you can really do.”
At her words, my precum spilled into her cunt, lubricating it even further. This only seemed to heighten her arousal—and it definitely pushed mine up.
The thought of using any sort of protection struck me as profoundly unnatural. And somehow I knew—innately, deep in my core—that she wasn’t on birth control. Later, she would confirm this for me, but it was almost unnecessary. I knew that part of why she had been so deeply affected by my cum was because of her fertility. Her ability to get pregnant, plenty of times, from the potent cum that only I would ever fill her with.
As I thrust inside her, her body writhing in pleasure, my mind filled with primal images and ideas. About her natural place, on her knees before me. Worshiping the cock that had shown her what her true purpose was. Her pregnant belly swelling from the force of my hurricane fucking, tits leaking out ambrosia-like milk that only a select few would ever taste and enjoy.
And not just her, but Lori. Dawn. Hell, even Minjee and Audrey. Every woman I had ever wanted, their minds and thoughts reshaped around their proper role in servicing me. All these women had been drawn around me for a reason, and that reason was to propagate. To spread the seed of the next stage of humanity. To fill them like they had never been filled. To make every last one of their fertile bodies as pregnant as possible.
“Oh my god,” Mallory moaned, her face worshipful. “How the fuck are y-you...a v-virgin? Oh my god I’m gonna cum again...”
My strokes had been slow, but powerful. I thrust forward deep and long, feeling my need to cum build up with each tight passage through her incredibly hot, wet canal.
“I’ll cum with you,” I said. “Together. Okay?”
She nodded. “I’m so close. I’m so close. Please, Sir. Please...do it. Do it now, please!”
I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to. And her calling me “Sir” right there at the end...an unexpected condiment to the delicious meal of our first fuck. I unloaded inside of her fertile body, delivering everything that I knew I could.
Slowly, after I stopped shuddering and kissing her, my thoughts returned to normal.
All that idiocy about owning all those women—being worshiped. Pipe dreams. Stupid dreams. It would be foolhardy to even try. Just the stuff of boners and the need to cum. But still...it was tempting.
“Mallory,” I said.
“Mallory.”
Oh...wow. Just like when I had emptied my cum down her throat, she had entered a trance. All it took was my cum entering her body.
The trance seemed incredibly deep, too—like the kind Lori had when she’d been given extra cum to guzzle down. I didn’t want to waste it.
“Mallory, you want to be my girlfriend.”
Her voice was sleepy and pleased. “I want to be your girlfriend.”
“Being my girlfriend turns you on.”
“Being your girlfriend turns me on.”
“You’ll fuck me anytime. Anywhere.”
“I’ll fuck you anytime. Anywhere.”
“Pleasing me pleases you.”
“Pleasing you pleases me.”
“You get turned on when you’re around me.”
“I get turned on when I’m around you.”
I had a few plans for helping out the store. I knew that I couldn’t do it alone, though. I would need Mallory’s obedience. Her unquestioning, unflinching acquiescence to my demands.
“You’ll do as I say.”
“I’ll do as you say.”
“You’ll obey my commands.”
Her voice was surprisingly eager. “I’ll obey your commands.”
“You’ll dress sexy for me.”
“I’ll dress sexy for you.”
“You like to dress sexy for me.”
“I like to dress sexy for you.”
“You like to show off your hot body.”
“I like to show off my hot body.”
My hands slid down to her sopping, cum-filled pussy. One finger entered, and I felt her body tremble with pleasure as I spoke and fingered her.
“You know you’re gorgeous. You love being attractive for me.”
“I know I’m gorgeous. I love being attractive for you.”
“You trust me with anything.”
“I trust you with anything.”
Now, the big jump. I pressed my fingers up into her cunt, and deep, sliding along the tunnel of her entrance.
“You’re in love with me.”
She sighed happily. “I’m in love with you.”
Yes! Oh, fuck. My cock stiffened on her leg. I couldn’t believe after that hot cum, I was getting hard again...but hearing that from her was too much.
“You love me,” I said again.
“I love you.”
God, that was amazing. Years of loneliness...utterly vanquished.
; “You love being my girlfriend.”
“I love being your girlfriend.”
I thought of Lori, and took a chance.
“You don’t care if I fuck other girls.”
“I don’t care if you fuck other girls.”
Wow, no resistance there at all.
“It turns you on to think about me fucking other women.”
“It turns me on to think about you fucking other women.”
“You love the thought of having sex with me and other women at the same time.”
“I love the thought of having sex with you and other women at the same time.”
That was a lot, even if I had just filled her fertile fuckwomb with my potent cum. I started to slide back to the favorites—she loved me, I turned her on, she trusted me, she loved to do what I said.
When the trance wore off, we were snuggling tight. There was nothing more perfect than that night, our first night together, when my first love was completely under my control and holding me tight. The two of us against the world...with me firmly in charge.
* * * * *
Halfway through the night, she turned on the light of her phone and turned to me.
“Are you awake?”
Of course I was. My mind raced with ideas. I wanted to do so many things to Mallory...I wanted to absolute twist her mind completely. I felt high on power. There was so much I could do to her.
“Yeah,” I nodded, and kissed her neck.
She purred in appreciation...but slid away.
“I have something I want to tell you.”
“Okay. Sure. Lay it on me.”
“I...I’m really trusting you with this, okay?”
“Of course. You trust me, don’t you?”
Again, her face shaded slightly. “I trust you, Victor. I trust you more than anyone.”
God, that made my cock hard. She had almost a physical change when she said the same sort of that I tranced her to say. Her eyes went slightly glassy, her voice just slightly robotic. She didn’t seem to notice. In fact, I’m not sure anybody would. The only reason I did was because I knew what was happening.
“I want to be a slave, Victor.”
“...oh yeah?”
It took me a minute to process what she was saying. I hadn’t even considered the possibility. I mean, in some ways, I was making her a slave. But I honestly felt that I was just accentuating feelings she had already. Sort of.
Okay, I was giving her a lot of feelings. And god, wasn’t it wonderful.
But still! What she was talking about was not something I had mentioned in the slightest.
“I really, really do. I...sexually, I mean. Not like, in real life, really. Wearing a collar all day and walking around on my hands and knees behind you in airports. But sexually. I love to be dominated. I love being told what to do. I love...being the subject of a man’s will. A Master’s will. Or even beyond that.”
“Beyond that?”
She was deep in thought now.
“Being not just the subject of his will, but the vehicle of it. Knowing that his every desire, his every need, is living and breathing in me. That everything I do is, in some way or another, giving him what he wants.”
I gulped. “Oh.”
“I just never really had a strong man in my life, you know? My dad, he fucked off when I was barely five. Just long enough for me to miss him. And then my brother died when I was twelve. So, it was just my mom and I until I was eighteen...and then she died too.”
“I’m sorry.”
It felt like such a lame thing to say, but it was all I could come up with.
“I’m telling you this because...I feel really close to you. Because I trust you. Totally. And I want you to be close to me. And I want you to trust me.”
“I do. I am.”
“And I want you to know that, if I’m your girlfriend, that’s something that you’ll have to be open to.”
“Okay.”
I was still a little too surprised to come up with any sort of real response. I think she thought I didn’t like what I was hearing.
“I don’t expect you to jump all over it right away. I know you’re shy. But I do...I want you to know that’s there. That it’s what I want, okay? You deserve to know that.”
“Thank you. I’m glad to know it. I want...”
She gripped me harder, then. I knew my next words would be critical for her.
“I want to be that for you. I think it might take some time, like you said. But I’m all for it. Completely.”
Her legs sank into mine. I could feel the heat of her cunt on my thigh.
“Really? I’m not just...pushing it on you? You don’t want it just because I’m hot?”
“Well...you being hot helps. I love how hot you are.” I couldn’t help myself—that got the intended response, with a small shudder of delight in her body. I’m not even sure she noticed it. “But yeah, I want that. I’ve always wanted it, I think. I just...I didn’t think it was possible.”
And soon, I’d be able to dominate her in more ways than she could have ever imagined. I would make her the complete slave in every way.
She kissed me, sending soft little “thank you”s into my ear as we slid back down to the ground.
“God, you’re hard,” she said, gripping my cock. “What a fucking stud you are. Do you want a handjob, finally?”
I did. I knew that, without her sucking me off or fucking me, she wouldn’t trance...but I was out of ideas for that at the moment anyway. I nodded, and she was already sliding her hand up and down my shaft.
“Just for my Master,” she purred, holding me tight to her body and stroking me off. “Just for Him. His good slave...obeys...”
And so we drifted back to sleep, her hand sliding up and down in a lazy, happy handjob for her new Master. I resisted the urge to fuck her then and there and re-write her mind until it was entirely wrapped around serving her new Master’s cock. That would all come in time...and I would hate to alter a sweet moment like what she just gave me.
* * * * *
The plan was, of course, for the two of us to wake up early like we had the day before and run and shower and change clothes before the store was due to open.
What we hadn’t planned on, however, was just how fucking comfortable it was to snuggle up and sleep next to your brand-new girlfriend or boyfriend (not to mention, in Mallory’s case, her brand-new true love). I wouldn’t have traded the feeling of her loving arms around me for anything.
What we also hadn’t planned on was Dawn walking in an hour before the store opened.
And of course, all of that happened. So now, two days in a row, Dawn knew without a doubt that we were treating the bookstore as our personal fuck space.
“Jesus Christ,” she said, seeing us on the floor. “Don’t you two have apartments? Like, one for both of you? You know you can fuck on a bed, right?”
Neither of us had the wherewithal to say anything. Her entry had woken both of us from a very deep sleep.
“Fine. You know what? Fine. Go ahead and fuck. I don’t care. We’re going out of business anyway. I’ll pay you as I can, but...the both of you ought to look for something new.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I mean that short of a miracle, we’re not going to be open past the end of this month, okay? That’s what I mean. I mean there’s just no money anymore. All right?”
But there would be. I held Mallory close to me, feeling the softness of her skin on mine. There would be money coming into this store, and I knew how to make it happen.
# # #
Owning My Boss
I stood over the once-proud beauty. Taking her hair in one hand, rubbing my manhood up and down her cheek. A trail of cum left behind on the smooth skin. She was an angel drenched in my seed, and filled with it too. And I had more and more to flood her with—more than I could believe. My need to take her, fill her, shape her, was endless.
“You’ll be mine. Forever.”
> “I’ll be yours. Forever!”
She repeated obediently. Fervently. Blissful warmth tinging her voice like the lip print around a glass. After a dose of my cum, they all repeat whatever I say. They believe whatever I say. My words become the truth that the core of their thought wraps around.
“You love my cock.”
“I love your cock.”
“You love me.”
“I love you.”
“You'll be my love slave. From now on.”
“I'll be your love slave from now on.”
“You love being in love with me.”
“I love being in love with you.”
“You want me in charge of your life.”
“I want you in charge of my life.”
I was getting hard again already. Even in her tranced state, she could sense the growth of my member as it edged toward her face. Her plush, perfect lips strained forward, wanting to hold me in the sweet warm cradle of her mouth.
Control is big for me. It's what I want, I've realized, more than anything. But with this particular beauty on her knees before me—gorgeous almost beyond compare, and who had otherwise possessed a completely indomitable will before tasting my seed—now swearing her life over to my care, I realized truly that this situation was all entirely out of control.
Even mine.
* * * * *
East Side Pages, the bookstore where I worked, was a doomed enterprise. And like most doomed enterprises (even all of them?), there was much to admire about it. No one cares about something terrible falling apart, after all. Or at least if they do, they’re not sad about it.
In the middle of a city conflicted with every manner of race, gender, and class issues you could imagine, the bookstore is a natural equalizer. Cross-sections of every kind of people like to read. And in reading, they more about their own problems, more about the arguments that oppose them. They discover compromise and re-evaluate the strength of their positions. From fiction they learn the lives of others—a lifetime of reading fiction is the lifetime of knowing the lifetimes of thousands, for somehow even in all the strange lie of their factual being they contain a reality more spiritually satisfying than any other. New viewpoints, articulated and elaborated, backed with evidence and anecdote, are the lifeblood of new ideas to solve problems which plague communities for ages. It’s a privilege to work in a place with so much concentrated wisdom, humor, and hope.
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