Never in his life had he felt more immortal, more omnipotent, more invincible than in that moment. They looked up at him with cum-splattered faces, licking their lips readily.
“Clean each other off. Use your tongues. And keep your heels on,” he said, “but get rid of the rest.”
They nodded obediently, first licking each other clean with great care and attention—keeping Robert’s cock entirely at full hardness as he watched.
They’re so fucking gorgeous, he thought. And so completely mine.
“You’re going to fuck me before her, aren’t you, baby?” Maria asked, quickly stripping down. “I look better in heels anyway.”
She was asking for a compliment. He was all too happy to give it to her. “You look better in everything, love.”
Her mouth parted in a practiced motion, a happy smile that said she, of course, already knew that—and that she was absolutely pleased to hear it from his mouth.
She slipped back on the blanket and held her legs up, sliding her booted heels against one another. “You like fucking a girl in her heels, Sir?”
He nodded, running his hand up the exquisite curve of her boot, up the supple leather and down the pointed heel, and then up her smooth calf. “Very much.”
Soon he had his cock, hard and wet from their mouths and his own juices, sliding over the pleasant warmth of Maria’s cunt. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, the bush a dark, springy line.
She put a hand on his chest, beckoning him to wait with his cock resting just on top of her bush. Her hips gyrated up toward the long, thick rod, waiting for him eagerly.
“Tell me...you’ve fucked other women with this power, haven’t you? Before Natalie?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“And have you ever...ever in all that time...have you made love, Robert?”
Now he shook his head slow, turning away slightly. She took his face with one hand though, guiding it back towards her own peerless beauty.
“No shame,” she murmured. “No embarrassment. That merely means this is perfect. Meant to be. For both of us, together, to be making love for our first time.”
Looking into her peerless eyes, he knew that what she said was the truth. She had to be truthful with him...but he hadn’t made her love him. His heart swelled with emotion for every last atom of her perfection.
How did she know every last perfect thing to say to him? How was she so effortlessly everything he’d ever wanted?
“Fuck me now,” she ached. “Fuck me. Be my first, love. Please?”
With a shuddering moan, he slipped his cock into her wet, waiting pussy. She enveloped him easily, taking all that he had and pulling him harder in with her boots on his hips.
“Yes!” she shouted.
Her body beneath him came instantly—a bit of change that he had installed over lunch. He wanted their first time to be as memorable as she did. Beneath him, she thrashed, lips fluttering, sweet sweat starting to shine down her incredibly toned form—but her eyes were locked on him the whole time.
“My love,” she moaned sweetly. “My love, my love, my love.”
All that, and just from one thrust. Now he started to actually fuck her, bringing his hips just slightly out and then powering them back in. The tip of his oak-hard cockhead slipped heavy against her g-spot, fucking her exactly where she needed to be fucked so that her orgasms would keep coming and coming.
And they did. Her pleasure was obvious, waves of bliss constantly rolling through her body, each new orgasm hitting her like a freight train and sending love loving shuddering shivers up and down her spine.
Natalie watched, transfixed, fingering her cunt as she waited to be ordered around again. “Fuck her, Master,” she prayed. “Fuck her. Fuck Maria. Fuck your perfect slave.”
Maria bridged her body up to meet his cock, lifting from the shoulders to pump upward as he thrust into this As he drove into her, holding her perfect body down at the wrists, he felt his desire and love for this woman increasing a thousandfold. He wanted her—only her.
Only her...and so many others. Just to show Maria what he could do. Just to show off his power for her the way she liked.
His drives into her pussy increased as his passion took him over. Snapping his fingers, he ordered Natalie close. Inspiration swept through him as he grabbed her throat, choking firmly.
“Maria is your sister. Your sister. You are my sisterslaves.”
The truth of this was, in an instant, incontrovertible. It didn’t matter that both had grown up as only children. They knew each other as sisters...and soon their minds would catch up with the inconsistency and fill in the blanks, creating a past that never existed so as to more perfectly obey Robert’s will.
“Oh yes,” moaned Natalie. “Fuck my sister. Fuck her, please!”
His hand was on Natalie, but his cock was inside Maria, and the order was spread around through both their supple, eager minds like wildfire.
“My sister,” moaned Maria. “Oh yes, Master. We’re your precious hot sisterslaves, and we need your cum so bad. So bad! You can fucking fill me up, love. Fucking get me pregnant!”
The thought had barely occurred to him before, but it was so dark, so heated and erotic, that it pushed him over the edge. Robert was boiling over and needed release. Natalie latched herself onto him, her weight adding extra oomph to every thrust into Maria’s cunt as his efforts became piston-like, working up to that final explosion.
He erupted inside of Maria’s unprotected pussy, his cock spraying hot whiteness against her walls. All the while he looked down at her perfect, orgasming face, marveling at how beautiful she was with her skin flushed, her eyes so full of adoration for him and him alone.
“I love you,” he said. “Oh fuck, I love you so much.”
She nodded, cradling his head with her soft hands. “I love you too, Master.”
They kissed deeply, his cock still hard inside her body, while Natalie watched with baited breath for her turn.
After a while, they got dressed, slowly rising upstairs. Robert was sure they stank of sex, but he didn’t care. Maybe they had heard them downstairs...but again, he didn’t care.
Across the office, in the small break room, Robert saw Quinn talking with Joslyn, and his gaze lingered. Quinn was heavy, sure, but that could be taken care of easily. And Joslyn...why, she was so sad now, but he had the power to make her happier than anyone else in the world.
“They could be anything you want,” Maria whispered in his ear, hand drifting just delicately over his crotch. “Just say the word.”
# # #
Owned: The Boss
Robert had been living with the goddess-like Maria for just a few days now. No more of the small studio apartment for three hundred dollars a month eating up more than a quarter of his income.
No, now he lived in a relative mansion-like estate in comparison to his last living space.
Maria’s condo was not really a mansion, of course, but it was a two-thousand square foot home in a small, expensive building with her own personal outdoor pool and an intricate garden on the balcony. She had never paid a single dime for it.
Even before Robert had met her, and changed her, Maria had been phenomenally beautiful and possessed a sharp understanding of the emotional minds of others. Manipulating people—especially men—was a game for her, a fun time where she discovered how far she could push them based on empty promises of love and affection. Her wardrobe was full of designer clothing from such promises, her key ring holding the remote for an expensive European sports car, her condo paid for through the next ten years.
It was little wonder why she inspired such loyalty and adoration. Her poly-blend heritage had left her with rich dark hair, deeply smooth poreless skin, high cheekbones, sparkling green eyes, long legs, a hefty 36D bust, a tight tummy, and an ass that would never, ever quit. Her beauty was a source of great pride for her, and even more so because it was all so effortless when so many spent so much and invested so many hours to attain a f
raction of what she had.
Her physical and mental superiority to others turned her on, and she loved to be reminded of her place in the world’s hierarchy above others simply because of how she was born.
And now, this beautiful wonder of a woman was Robert’s happy, eager servant, her every waking desire to serve and obey him.
It was quite the turn of circumstances.
The studio apartment he had been in before moving in with Maria had been an enormous upgrade from the small confines of the mental hospital where he had lived for five years. He had picked up the apartment three months ago, when budget cuts had forced the hospital to let Robert go against his will.
His stay in the psychiatric ward of the hospital was voluntary because he was terrified of himself and what he was capable of. When other people had fantasies, they were just fantasies—harmless and natural, fleeting indulgences to pass the time.
When Robert had fantasies, well...
At that particular moment, a beautiful eighteen old named Natalie dutifully sucked his cock as he ate the dinner Maria had cooked for him. Maria had, at first, protested that she couldn’t cook—and then Robert put his hands on her forearm and opened her mind to the information in the cookbooks she had gathered up.
Perhaps there had been enough of his desire for her present in the command to make her cook the meal in her lingerie, or perhaps she had decided that on her own. Either way, she was dolled up now in sparkling blue stockings, high heels, and a matching corset, lovingly guiding Natalie’s head up and down Robert’s cock. A delicious dinner was ready in front of him on the table, smelling heavenly.
Robert had met both Maria and Natalie where he worked at the Sunshine Insurance Agency. Natalie was a fellow intern with a happy home life and a bright future ahead of her. Robert, though, had changed her—with Maria’s moaning encouragement—to make Natalie believe that she was Maria’s sister. Subtle changes to her face, her hair, her skin tone made the identity shift completely believable. Robert even had Maria believing it totally.
All it had taken was a touch. His power drained over time, but sex with the women he changed recharged it.
His fantasies had very little buffer space between reality, and Maria adored making that buffer smaller and smaller. Her kink was power, plain and simple—and Robert had it.
Nothing made her hotter than knowing he could do anything he wanted—to her or to anyone. And nothing made Robert harder than the thought of someone wanting that as truly and earnestly as Maria did. This enormous taboo, this great secret that he had hidden and suppressed for years, and here was this incomparably flawless beauty aching with every waking moment to see that secret come to life?
What man could resist?
Robert certainly couldn’t, which was why Maria’s beauty had an almost supernatural edge now, her lines sharper than ever, her skin almost having an ethereal, incandescent glow. Her vanity, surprisingly, didn’t stop her from suggesting ways of how she could be improved. Instead, she was so vain that every improvement she thought of, she knew instantly that she deserved.
And so her hair was longer and thicker than every before, her eyes even more majestically green, her lips more plush and full. She looked as if she belonged on the cover of a lingerie catalog; she looked as if she would put every other model in the catalog out of the job.
He encouraged such vain thinking, with his words and with his power. It turned him on to have such an arrogant pet, a goddess who sneered at every mortal for their lack of Robert-worthy qualities. The thought of her gorgeous body wrapped against his, one elegant hand stroking his cock while her face turned to a crowd of the unworthy with a vicious sneer kept him hard constantly.
“How is the food, love?”
Maria stroked his hair with her free hand, still using the other to guide Natalie up and down. It wasn’t necessary to guide the lovely brunette—she was more than capable on her own, but it turned Robert on and Maria took a special pleasure in “teaching” Natalie, besides.
“Delicious.”
“Good.” She let out a rich moan, ebony hair drifting down bronze shoulders. “That’s so good. I’ll be able to teach our own cook very well, then.”
“Our cook?”
“Certainly. Now that you live here, we’ll need to have a full retinue of servants to entertain you.” She cocked an eyebrow. “We could start with Joslyn and Quinn...”
This was well-worn territory at this point. Maria seemed to have a special kink in her heart for Robert taking over the entirety of the office where they worked.
Technically, the three lovers in the condo were employed at Sunshine Insurance. Last Thursday, Robert’s power had come alive on Natalie, and then subsequently on Maria. Over the weekend, he moved in with his new lover. Now, it was Monday evening, and all day long at work she had been leaving him notes about how easy it would be to take his boss Joslyn and change her—and the saleswoman Quinn as well.
Robert supposed it wasn't strictly necessary to go to work at all anymore. Maria had enough money built up from her manipulations and schemes to last them quite a while. But he had lasted this long in the world without drawing attention to himself, and he saw no reason to start now. Three people quitting at the same time was likely to draw some kind of attention, and it couldn't be good.
Most attention wasn't, in Robert's case. In fact, no one's attention was good until Maria came along.
The only wrenches in Maria's plan of office domination were the salesman Caleb—Quinn’s boyfriend—and Joslyn’s husband, Kyle, who used to run Sunshine Insurance.
Robert didn’t like to rip apart any relationships for his own gain. That felt intensely wrong. It was a twisted moral compass he had—being mostly fine with changing Natalie so completely, and encouraging so many power trips from Maria—but something compelled him to try and stick to it.
But all weekend, Maria had been purring in his ear about how he was better than any other man. He was more deserving of love, of affection—he was capable of so much, and so why would traditional morality apply to him?
Such words would have been tempting enough by themselves with the power that Robert possessed. Spoken from the sultry, luscious mouth of a woman like Maria, usually while she stroked him off, fucked him, or had Natalie sucking his cock...and he could only resist for so long.
“If we did it,” he began, and right away, he could see in her gorgeous face that she knew she had won. “If we did it, we would have to be very careful. It’s bad enough that I’ll probably have to meet Natalie’s parents eventually.”
Natalie giggled on his cock, slurping deep. He shuddered, feeling his orgasm approach. Fuck, she was good at that—both of them were.
“Of course, love.” Maria leaned in and kissed him slowly, shuddering with desire. She pushed Natalie away and straddled his lap, quickly sinking down onto his hard cock, so slick with Natalie’s saliva and his own precum. She fit perfectly, just as he had made her to, and easily began to gyrate on his cock to give him the perfect ride.
Her ease with sex, so openly giving and so desirous of his cock, never failed to amaze him and make him love her even more.
“Of course,” she said again, stroking his hair. “We’ll be so careful. We’ll do it just how you want.”
“Tonight,” he said, hands gripping Maria’s wide, child-ready hips. “We should go tonight. But...not to make her a slave, all right? She’s not going to leave her husband.” Joslyn’s husband, Kyle, was sick and had been interned at the local hospital for months. That was the main reason that Sunshine Insurance was going downhill. “Just enough to make her...happy. Something on the side. Some joy in her life.”
He wanted to be able to justify it by doing her a favor. Maria nodded, the pleasure from his cock overwhelming her senses.
“Yes, Sir,” she moaned in his ear. Natalie was still underneath them, lapping up any spare juices emptying out from their joining. “Anything you say. Anything you say.”
Robert knew already she
would disobey—that she would ask for more. He could make her not do such things—he could make her blindly obedient, really doing anything he said.
But the thought of her encouraging him to do more, to go darker, to be as wickedly cruel as she was—that was too hot to deny.
“We’ll fuck her together,” moaned Maria in his ear, her ass powering down on his hips as she coaxed the cum from him with her tight pussy. “Fuck her together. Fuck her together...”
Robert let her ride him for several minutes, enjoying greatly her nasty cheerleader shtick as she got off to her Master owning yet another slave. When he finally shot his load, thick and potent, up into her fertile womb, his mind raced with all the nasty possibilities that Maria would cheer him on toward.
* * * * *
Maria watched with growing arousal as Natalie led the way into Joslyn’s home. Her mouth watered, practically drooling, at the outright insanity and audacity of what they were doing.
Soon, her new Man would take a woman under his control with little more than a touch. It would happen at her suggestion, her encouragement, her need to see him take on every woman worthy of his power. She would be at his side, nodding into his strong chin, hands grasping at his chest, lips parted, breasts heaving, aching for more and more...
He had put Natalie in charge of breaking into the house. All it took was a simple touch to make her receptive and open to such information, and within thirty minutes of searching on the internet, she had an almost perfect knowledge of how to successfully pick locks and work around security systems. Her mind, so malleable before his power, soaked in knowledge at rapid rates, to the point where Maria wondered if there was truly any sort of limit to what his slaves could learn.
Certainly, before this evening, she had known little of cooking. And then, after a gentle touch and suggestion, she had worked her way rapidly through the dusty cookbook that had been given to her as a gift (and one she had despised) years ago—suddenly having a workable knowledge of the interplay between spices, sauces, savories, and sweets.
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