“Call him and find out, sweetling.” Estelle tapped the blonde’s cheek. Her cell phone buzzed. “Ah, I’ve got to run. You see how that works? Someone calls, and you do business? Try it some time.”
Estelle stopped as she began to exit, looking straight at Robert. He was more flushed than before, his grip tight on the sides of his desk. Natalie was bringing him so close, her tongue sliding over his shaft like a whirlwind. Her soft, gentle suckling noises were almost as hot as the sensations themselves.
“What are you so worked up about, handsome?” she asked. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you keep your job. I can always use a strong man around.”
She winked at him and strutted out, pulling out her phone and immediately beginning to yell at whoever was on the other line. Joslyn looked defeated, sighing. Everyone in the office had heard the exchange. It wasn’t an especially large place. There were rumors that Estelle’s three floor exchange had an LCD TV and a game console in the break room.
“I’ll get to the bottom of this,” Joslyn said loudly. “Your jobs are in no trouble. I’ll take care of everything.”
Her door banged loudly as she retreated back into her office. Caleb and Quinn, directly in front of the whole exchange, leaned into one another and started speaking in whispers.
Meanwhile, Maria gestured again for Robert to open the note she had left him. It was written in red marker on a folded note card with his name on top, surrounded by little hearts.
Does it turn you on that she’s starting to look like my sister? It makes me really hot. Can you make her believe that she’s related to me? Can you make me believe that? Wouldn’t that be sexy...both of us sisters serving your cock?
Robert lost control, emptying himself into Natalie’s mouth in a long, steady, heavy stream of white spray. And the whole time, he watched Maria, her luscious smile, her inviting gaze, and all the temptations she represented.
* * * * *
Maria took Robert to lunch. It was the first meal she had paid for in over a year, and in the two years since graduating college she could count the total number of paid meals on one hand. Men loved to take her out to lunch, or to dinner, or simply to hand her cash so she could go enjoy herself. Everyone was waiting for an excuse to see her smile.
And yet all Maria wanted, really, was to make Robert smile. To make him understand how desperately important she found him, how her beauty meant nothing at all if it wasn’t serving him entirely.
They ate at a small, intimate bistro that served a kind of Italian-Ethiopian fusion. Normally, there was a waiting list, but between Maria’s charm and Robert’s fresh-fuck pheromones working heavy wonders on the hostess, they were seated well before anyone else in line. Their table was inside of a booth at the corner of the restaurant.
Immediately, Maria slid her tight booted legs up Robert’s thighs and pressed the edge of her toes into his cock.
He was hard. Good.
As a bit of theater, she had brought along a pair of brown leather gloves. The weather was cold outside—it was late Autumn—and there was nothing untoward about a delicately beautiful woman such as herself wearing gloves around. She took his hands in hers and rubbed them slowly.
“Did you like my gift this morning?”
He nodded. “Very much. Natalie had a hard time getting out of there with no one noticing.”
“I saw,” Maria smiled. “But I don’t think anyone else did.”
“About that. I don’t know...I don’t know where this is going,” he said. “But I don’t think it should extend to the office. I’m going to fix Natalie later tonight, after work. She won’t remember a thing.”
That would hardly be Maria’s definition of “fixing” her. Her breasts were too small, and not quite ripe enough for Robert to enjoy totally. The darling girl was lovely, but not quite sexy enough to be seen as Maria’s sister. Maria had a reputation to maintain, after all, and when she was properly Robert’s favorite slave, that reputation would be very important again.
She slid a gloved finger up and down his hand, tugging gently on the other. “After we put in all that delicious work? Why?”
“Because...” he shook his head. “Because it’s wrong.”
She was prepared for this. She had been aching over the words her entire life, fingering her cunt as she imagined someone delivering them to her...or her delivering them to someone who merely needed a little convincing.
“Morality is a silly thing for weak people, Robert. People who aren’t beautiful like me, or strong like you. It’s a word they use to guard themselves against the power we have.”
This seating arrangement was all wrong. She would have preferred to be stroking his cock while she said this, cooing in his ear. Maybe with Natalie beneath them again, her face tranced and open for ever-more-changes.
Robert gulped. “You’ve thought about this.”
“I have,” she admitted. “A lot. With my fingers stuffed in my pussy. With my moans echoing against my bedroom walls. This is what I want. You are what I want. I never even thought you were possible. But now that you are...I have so many wonderful ways to please you, darling. My darling. My strong, strong man. Won’t you let me show you?”
Her high-heeled boot slid against his cock, and she could feel it straining beneath his pants. He was so excitable. She loved that about him.
“I just—you know, this is a lot, for me,” he said. “To take in. I’ve been trying to hide this for my whole life, it feels like. And you’re just...you’re fucking gorgeous and you’re saying all this wicked shit, and it’s just hard to believe.”
“What if, first, we simply started small?” she suggested. “Taking over the office, for example. You could make Joslyn awfully pretty...”
“No.” He shook his head. “She’s married. I don’t want to get involved with something like that.”
Maria hid her displeasure. She could change his mind about that, in time. Marriage was a silly thing, a useless term if it didn’t mean obedience to Robert. He would understand later.
She smiled instead. “Of course. But we can still make her obey. Gut the business accounts to give us raises. That sort of thing. Wouldn’t you like more cash?”
“Who wouldn’t? Are you joking?”
Slowly, she slipped a glove off one hand. She placed it in his, clasping it there firmly.
“This isn’t a joke to me, Robert. Not a lie. Not anything but everything I’ve ever wanted. I know you want me. You can’t fucking help but want me. Look at me.” Robert did. She unbuttoned one button of her sweater and swept her hair back, posing haughtily for him. “Are you seriously telling me you don’t want me as your girl?”
His eyes widened. She knew that was exactly what he wanted.
“Is that what you’re offering?”
From his tone, his reaction, she knew everything she had to know. He not only didn’t believe her, but he didn’t even recognize the thought of her being his partner as even a remote possibility.
Her face softened considerably. Of course. She had been so desperate to get straight into the thick of things, so furiously charging into the meat of the erotic wonderland that Robert could create so easily, that...well, she had forgotten entirely about any desires he might have had for something a little more rounded.
His hand was on hers, hope in his face.
Maria felt a long, heavy flush. He could be changing her right this instant, she realized. Part of her hoped that he was—and she recognized that even that might be part of the change—and even that was hot too.
“I want to be your girlfriend, yes. Your lover. Your confidant. Your wife, if you’ll have me, though we can discuss that some other time. Your slave, like Natalie. Only...more prestigious.”
“Like a Queen,” he suggested. “Bowing only to the King.”
She nodded slowly, her face an erotic glamour. Her voice was soft, needy. “Yes. Just like that. Someone to advise you, guide you, and make you all the more glorious in your power. Although,” she looke
d pointedly at her hand grasping his, “you’ll need to make me even better to truly deserve you.”
“What you’re talking about...it’s got a lot of heavy implications.”
“I mean every one of them...My King.”
That had the intended effect. A low growl was in his throat, deep desire and want.
Her permission was implicit in her grasp. Robert looked at their hands for half a moment, and then Maria felt a warm, easy bliss sliding through her veins.
This was his control, his change, his power. Oh god, god, it felt so good! Just as she had always, always dreamed. A soft moan left her lips, and she looked with new eyes at Robert—the man she would always be truthful with, always trust, never betray, and never ever want another man besides. All her desire, her endless desire for power, became slowly warped with him at the apex of that depiction. A soft tendril of drool left her luscious mouth, and he slid it up with one finger, breath catching when her mouth wrapped around the digit and sucked it slow.
“You’ll have to tell me what you want changed,” he said. “I won’t know better than you will. You’re the beauty expert.”
Right away, he wanted her opinion; he valued her input. All that power, and he needed her to make the decisions that would most benefit him. Her heel slid faster against his erection, though the goal was not to make him cum. She simply wanted him to be as turned on as she felt every second while she knew he was alive.
The waiter coughed gently—he had arrived a minute before and had been summarily ignored. Without looking away from Maria, Robert touched the waiter’s exposed hand.
“Y-yes, Sir,” said the waiter, voice dazed. Our finest. On the house. Paid with my own money. Yes. A marvelous idea.”
He sauntered off, hurrying but not rushing. His stance looked a bit staggered, like he was drunk.
Maria felt a rush of hot adrenaline, bringing Robert’s hand to her face and kissing his fingers. “Yes, darling. Just like that. Just like that. My turn, please? Let’s start with my hair. I think it ought to be a little longer, don’t you?”
And then slowly, a hot, blissful warmth began to spread into Maria’s body. Her hair slid down, down, thick and luscious, all the way to the top of her ass, as she stared into the face of the man she quickly was finding she loved.
* * * * *
His powers had never been truly tested before—and Maria really wanted to run them through their tests. Ever since leaving the mental hospital, the strange energies he possessed had felt like a surge of water just under the surface, a tsunami just searching for the right coast to land on and wreck.
One afternoon lunch with Maria had changed all that. Her thoughts were specific and intricate.
She wanted her eyes to be mesmerizingly green—to the point where, yes, if someone stared in them long enough, they would be utterly mesmerized. She had studied hypnosis a long time in college, she explained, hoping the outlet for her kinky needs was there. Robert was, of course, exempt to this power.
Much of what he did, he did not entirely understand. It would have taken tomes and tomes of medical knowledge for someone to properly describe everything he changed—but all it had taken in reality was for Maria to say she wanted it. Robert’s intuition, and the power itself, did all the rest.
Her body was free and clear of sickness and disease, immune system stronger than any other human alive. Her youth, and her beauty, were crystallized for the time being. Robert didn’t know if he could turn back the clock of time, but Maria could look forward to looking as gorgeous as she did—and as young as she did—for at least another twenty years.
That had taken the brunt of his power.
Other changes were smaller and more precise—he removed a mole there, and a surgery scar here. She wouldn’t have to worry about being poisoned or overpowered—her body’s strength was increased several fold, every inch of her muscle fibers layered and re-layered with high-tensile tissue made for pure agility and strength. Her hair kept its magnificent length and volume, altered only so that it would not grow unless she willed it—and would require no special goos or sprays to be arranged as she wanted. She would wake, every morning, looking exactly as she desired—and more to the point, exactly as Robert desired.
By the end of it, his power felt drained. He told her so—that, even if he wanted to do more, he wasn’t sure he could without draining some essential part of himself.
A last change to her was that hurting Robert was unthinkable now—a safety measure he had implemented, given all the implicit power she now had over others. There was no taboo greater than defying his will, and nothing would be met with more derision.
His power felt drained, but his arousal certainly wasn’t. He’d never in his life wanted someone so badly as he wanted Maria—all her perfection, all her wickedness, all her delightful intuition and desire for more. She was hunger personified, a dark-haired succubus who could be sated only ever by him...and his cock.
When they returned from lunch, Maria made up an elaborate task for them in the basement—emptying out the oldest boxes and organizing them by date and name to ready for electronic filing. It was a tedious, long assignment, and so Quinn and Caleb would likely avoid going downstairs so as not to get roped into the work. Joslyn, meanwhile, was still stuck in the office with the COO.
Robert had heard shouting in there earlier—probably that meant hell for her job, but that was of little importance now. He felt in many ways, with Maria’s encouragement, that he had a new job—a real duty that needed performing.
Very soon, he, Maria, and Natalie were downstairs. They kept the baskets for the company picnics in the basement, and very soon Natalie had laid out three blankets on top of one another for their fucking comfort.
Then, the two of them looked at him, waiting. They both grinned, bouncing slightly on their calves. All they wanted to do in the world was please him. Pleasure him.
Anything he said. Anything at all that he said, they would do.
“Kneel.”
His voice wavered slightly, but the volume was firm. They dropped to their knees immediately, smiling up at him. Their green eyes were intoxicating—Maria’s, naturally, several shades more brilliant than Natalie.
She was right. Natalie really could pass as Maria’s sister...all it would take was a little work when his power felt back up to snuff.
The thought occurred to him that maybe it never would. Maybe he had spent it all up with these two, making them how they were.
Worth it.
“Take out my cock, and suck it. Both of you.”
Soon, his raging erection was freed from his pants. Maria, moaning, slid her tongue up the hardening shaft for a moment.
“I want you to know, darling. I’ve never had another cock in me. Not once. Not a single time. Not in my cunt. Not in my hands. And certainly not in my mouth.”
His cock became twice as hard in less than ten seconds, growing to full mast just as Maria slipped her impeccably perfect lips over his slippery cockhead. He pushed forward, encouraging her to take more, and she did with ease, the full length of his long, thick cock pushing down into her throat. When he pulled away, she moaned, her green eyes urging and begging—not yet! She needed more.
And so he let her work him for several more seconds, gesturing for Natalie to lick his balls and help out as she waited.
“Finger your cunts, both of you. I want you wet.”
“Yes, Master,” Natalie moaned. “Anything.”
Watching her mouth move made him want to fill it. With a grin, he took himself from Maria’s luscious grip—all the way this time—and slid into Natalie’s mouth, enjoying the flash of jealous rage that entered Maria’s face.
“Don’t fear. You’ll have your turn again.”
Her sneer at Natalie’s form was breathtaking. It transformed into a momentary pout, and then she returned to sliding her tongue and lips across his balls as she fingered her pussy obediently.
Slowly, Robert could feel his power returning. F
ucking the mouths of these women—fucking these women he had changed, that recharged his ability.
To test this, he took both their mouths and slid them across either side of his dense cock, so that both sets of immaculate lips ran across his length at the same time. He slid all the way out, with one girl taking him all the way in, and then out again with both girls slurping across his shaft, and then in again on the other girl. The one left out would invariably kiss the face and lips of the lucky slave adoring his cock.
Within just a short amount of time, he could feel his power all the way back up to capacity. No more drained feeling—he could do whatever he liked to these girls.
Change them to fuck them. Fuck them to change them more.
More than once, Maria’s heated whispers about what a God he was ran through his mind.
There was only so much of this he could take, mouthfucking the perfect faces of his new slaves. Two days ago this was high fantasy. Now it was his reality. His orgasm was imminent.
“You’re both my slaves,” he said, keeping their mouths at bay while he jerked his cock off. “You fucking belong to me.”
“We’re both your slaves, Master,” they cooed in unison. “We fucking belong to you.”
“But you...” he gripped Maria by the hair. “You’re just better, aren’t you?”
She didn’t have time to agree before he shoved his cock down her throat, giving her first privilege to the shot of cum worked up by the two beauties. She swallowed the heavy load deep, loving how it splattered against her mouth and throat, adoring the salty perfect taste—the first taste of cum she’d ever had in her life, and the only man’s cum that would ever cross her mouth’s threshold.
His orgasms were long and heavy, with plenty of cum for both girls. Robert pulled out and unloaded down Natalie’s mouth as well, giving her enough to sate her appetite for a time. As he shot down her throat, Maria had swallowed enough to murmur out, “Thank you, Master. Thank you so much.”
God, he wanted to fuck her still—and he was hard enough to do it. Both girls were still totally clothed, their tight, toned bodies decorated in their splendidly decorative outfits. His power felt recharged totally—and all it had taken was a simple fucking of two mouths from his eager slaves.
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