All That You Paid For

So why wasn't he?

He gasped and shuddered in confusion as Vivian withdrew him slowly from her mouth, sliding back upwards and releasing his crown with an audible pop. She cooed and feathered more kisses up and down his slick trembling member. "Mmm, so leaky," she murmured, growling softly to clear her throat. Thomas looked down at her, his face a mixture of emotions - adoration, lust, and dazed confusion. She smirked back up at him, and planted a little kiss on the underside of his tip. "I told you Tommy, tonight i'm going to break you."

He sweated in confusion, unable to take his eyes off her as she sat up on her knees, arching her back. "Wh-what do you mean? Why-" he licked his lips. She unsnapped her top and slid the bra off her shoulders, letting her large breasts sink free. They bounced slightly for him as she shifted, showing off their weight, and how the taut skin held them up frm and high. "Shh-shhh~" she shushed, shaking her tits back and forth for him. "Just let me make you feel good, alright Tommy? Be a good boy, and maybe i'll let you cum." Her eyes sparkled merrily, but had the dangerous glint of a predator. Thomas was torn between a modicum of alarm and how fucking turned on he was right now - he'd just gotten the best oral of his life and now she was writhing for him like some kind of dominatrix, gently coaxing and encouraging him to submit. Addled as he was, the words 'good boy' rattled around in his brain as she took hold of his cock once more, this time with both hands, and started to stroke him steadily. He watched her breasts bob up and down as her hands pumped him, up and down, up and down, stroke stroke stroke. He groaned, eyes watering as an orgasm built in his loins and his testes knotted up. But nothing came - he didn't cum. Why wasn't he cumming?

He thrust up frantically against her hand, she just giggled and cooed to him soothingly. "That's alright baby, just enjoy what I do to you. Just lay back and let me scramble and fuck the brains right out of that head of yours... all your thoughts turning to ooey gooey cum to build and build in your balls, mhmm?" she purred sensuously, and as ridiculous as the dirty talk was it turned him on. He stared at her wild eyes as she leaned down to drape her impressive breasts over his throbbing member, moaning as it's slicked and well lubricated shaft slid into the crevasse between them. With a soft chuckle, she cupped her breasts, kneading them around his rampant dick.

He was searingly hot, twitching with urgency, and writhed plaintively beneath her as she tit fucked him, flooding him with pleasure that didn't seem to end. He felt like his orgasm was pressing up against some kind of barrier, like it was right there but every time it kept slipping away. Her breasts were amazing, so soft and firm and they coddled around him like warm sumptuous pillows. His toes curled and he groaned, hips shakily bucking as he spurted small rivers of pre-cum all over her cleavage, but still couldn't find release. "That's a good boy, a good boy, so hard and needy," Vivian whispered, words interspersed with the schlick shlick shlick of his dick tunneling through her cleavage and his groin slapping against the underside of her tits. He humped mindlessly, jaw sagging, overwhelmed by the ecstasy he couldn't escape from. It was maddening. Agonizing.

Eventually, Vivian straightened to a sitting up position once again, lifting her breasts from Thomas's lap leaving him panting and humping air. He was wild eyed, bewildered. He wanted to just grab Vivian and slam her into the bed and fuck her, fuck the shit out of her, fuck and her and fuck and fuck her until he exploded and she broke and he exploded and he came and he needed to cum and he needed to cum. But he found he lacked the strength, the mental cohesion to do much more than squirm and buck his hips. He panted, sweating like he was bring wrung through a workout. Vivian looked down at the mess she'd made of him already and smirked, pursing her lips and blowing him a kiss. Her lips, her soft beautiful lips, smeared with that black lipstick that had marked most of his body by now, run up and down his dick, planted little tingling spots on his chest. Her lips. That lipstick.

The lipstick. It tingled against his skin. Fuck. Oh fuck.

Realization clicked in his brain as she moved to straddle him, peeling the pasties off her her nipples, which were perky and hard, as she ground herself against his throbbing cock. "Mm, I think you've had enough fun Tommy, I think it's time I enjoyed myself too, hmm?" She smirked, panting a little. She was turned on by this. Not as much as he was, obviously. But he understood now. The lipstick, it had to be. That's why he couldn't cum. Thats why he ached so much. He groaned as she lay down ontop of him, pressing his poor needy dick flat against him beneath her stomach. She writhed, his leaky cock grinding against her flat tummy as she shimmied off her panties and slid them down her thighs.Sitting back up, she pushed them the rest of the way down over her knees, turning around to face away from him and planting her ass on his lap at the base of his cock as she slid her underwear down her ankles. She glanced over her shoulder at him wickedly, rocking her ass back against his dick, the crack of her cheeks hugging the underside of his penis and making him throb.

"You... I... drugged me," Thomas accused, panting. She reached down and grabbed hold of one of his arms by the wrist, lifting the limp limb and bringing his hand up against her ass cheek, squeezing his fingers around it. He couldn't help himself, he clutched at her body, digging his fingers into her soft unctuous flesh. "Drugged you, really?" she chuckled, grinding back against him, hot-dogging his needy shaft and making him tremble and jerk with an unrequited need to cum all over her. "Are you sure baby? Maybe it's magic... maybe i'm a naughty succubus come here to drain the life out of you with my tight little pussy, mmm?" she teased, putting a finger to her lips. "Speaking of which... it's time for mistress to play with her hard little toy," she smirked, licking her lips and turning around to face him.

Thomas swallowed, feeling the soft warmth of her bare shaved pussy press against the underside of his cock. It felt like soft warm heaven, the puffy lips of her vulva kissing his sensitive flesh and practically sucking him inside, a trickle of aroused fluids leaking out onto his dick. She was turned on, seeing him like this. She ran her hands over his body, caressing him like some precious object, biting her lip with excitement as he whimpered and squirmed. If she took him inside of her... he knew it would be amazing. Already his turgid imagination churned with how it must be the most wonderful, hot, tight sleeve ready to milk every inch of him. But he also knew it would be agony, because he couldn't cum, couldn't release. All that pleasure building on him, with no finish. It was driving him mad, and he knew if he slipped inside of her...

"Time to break you like I promised baby," Vivian whispered, interrupting his thoughts. Thomas groaned with anxiety and need as she sat up, grabbing hold of his cock and guiding him to her. She stirred his crown up and down against her slit, her puffy lips clinging to him as he slid back and forth like hot sticky taffy. She moaned softly and he let out a whimper, terrified of what was coming but unwilling to turn away from it. Even if he could fight back - he didn't want to. He wanted to feel it. Every agonizingly wonderful little bit.

With torturous slowness, she slid him inside of her. It was amazing bliss. She was everything he imagined - so soft but strong and tight and sweet, clutching and squeezing and wringing around every little inch of his cock as her pussy swallowed his incensed and throbbing tool. He was bigger and harder than he'd ever been in his life. His balls ached from pent up frustrations. His dick sang in wonder as she slid down his length until their hips impacted one another with a meaty clap that made her breasts jiggle delightfully.

Thomas was far beyond being much of a participant. He arched his hips uselessly and groaned, eyes rolling up in his head as his dick jerked impotently, unable to release it's hot creamy load inside of her despite his absolute need. Vivian crooned softly in pleasure, feeling him stretch her out, his poor tortured dick doing all the wonderful things to her insides that she wanted it to - and unable to climax, it was her perfect fleshy toy. Leaning over him, hands braced against his chest, she started to ride.

Rolling her hips and bouncing up and down selfishly, she panted, turned on by the wonderfully amazed pleasure and agony on his face. Poor big credit stick Tommy, flopping around underneath what he thought was his whore like an overwhelmed virgin. "That's it baby, stay hard for me. Nice and hard, always hard. Good boys are always hard," she panted, breasts bouncing hypnotically for him as she rode. Thomas gurgled insensibly, clutching at the sheets and her ample ass as it slapped up and down against his lap, balls bouncing against her cheeks. He couldn't keep a straight thought. Everything was pleasure, and the agony of denial. Each new height he soared to was the backdrop of his inability to find blissful release, and so his need grew and grew.

She ran her hands up her body and moaned, clutching at her breasts. He could only watch wide eyed. "Ooh, yes, my toy, my big stud," she whispered, hips rolling faster, eyes hooded with lust as she used him. "My poor big dicked stud belongs to this pussy, doesn't he Tommy?" she taunted, driving him even madder with lust. He didn't care anymore, he just groaned his agreement, completely overwhelmed. Vivian whined and squeezed around him, her insides tightening with her first orgasm. "That's it that's it, let me use your dick, mmm you're my fucking PET," she husked, lifting one breast to her mouth to suck at her own nipple, shivering with pleasure as she found the release denied to Tommy.

It would only be the first. She kept riding him, bed-springs creaking beneath them as she worked his dick like she owned it - and for all intents and purposes, she now more or less did. Thomas certainly didn't. He was a toy for her now, a panting and moaning amusement for her to get herself off with. Which she did, again and then again, each time trembling and squeezing around him in satisfying orgasmic bliss as she stirred up her insides with his cock. Tommy had gone numb, his mind was thoughtless. All that was left was the sensation in his penis, his eyelids fluttering blankly as she rode him. At some point after her third orgasm, she took a break to get a drink of water and fetched something from her coat pocket, coming back holding a small bottle of pills in one hand as she straddled him once more and sighed softly as she slid his still hard member back inside. Tommy bucked for his mistress and groaned, broken beyond sense.

She twisted the bottle open and shook a pill out, holding it up for the uncomprehending Tommy. Then, setting the bottle aside, she balanced the pill on her finger and pried open his mouth, sliding it inside. He swallowed reflexively. She kept riding.

At first, nothing changed, and she fucked herself onto his submissive body energetically, riding him like a porn trideo-star. If he wasn't half a passenger in his own body at this point, it would have been amazing, mind-blowing sex. Gradually though, a strange feeling began to seep through his limbs. The tickling numbness washed awash, and he found he could move his arms. All he did with them was to grab onto the hips of the gasping, laughing Vivian and start to pound her on his dick more furiously, clenching his teeth and growling. He could feel it. He could feel the block washing away, and he slammed her up and down on his now nearly numb dick with bone shaking force, pupils shrunk and snorting steam as Vivian's laughter transformed into mewling moans as she came on him again from his furious pistoning. His toes curled and his hips arched upwards, back bowing painfully as he turned into an arch, lifting Vivian off the mattress. And then, at last, he came.

The orgasm blew out of him with hurricane force. He was roaring, screaming with a raw voiced throat. He felt like his nuts were going to collapse up into his body. He came and came and came, cock spasming so hard he thought it would break, shooting every last bit of stored up cum out into Vivian's tight little pussy, flooding her insides white and causing it to sluice out of her as their hips slammed together. Vivian clung to him and cooed, stroking his head and neck soothingly as he bucked like a man in the throes of a seizure, pummeling his hips upwards into hers as he just came and came and came. Finally, after it felt like he squeezed out every last little bit of fluid in his body and more, it ceased. He collapsed into the mattress, gasped once, and passed out.

Vivian sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her abused slit gingerly. Cum was still seeping out of her and trickling down her thighs. She sighed, realizing it would probably stain her stockings. She glanced back at Thomas, who was passed out on the mattress where he had collapsed, sweat clinging to his body and his now flaccid cock slumped over against his thigh, leaking a faint trickle of off-white fluid. She smirked, shakily climbing to her feet and looking for her shoes.

Picking her shoes up off the floor, she popped the heel off the bottom of one and wiggled her finger around in the compartment, fishing out a universal computer dongle with the tip of her nail. Cum still trickling down her thighs she headed to what she had guessed on the way in was Thomas' office, and plugged the dongle into his personal terminal. The screen started to flicker and spam gibberish as the programs stored on the dongle went to work, cracking the encryption that protected Thomas' private drive. While the dongle did it's work, Vivian stripped off her stockings and garters and went to take a shower in Thomas' bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, dressed in her dancers outfit and coat once more and the dongle - now full of the encrypted files it had downloaded off of Thomas' corporate terminal - in hand, Vivian let herself out the front door. Thomas snored on his bed in a stupor, even with the counter agent to the drug in his system now he'd probably sleep for hours. More than enough time for Vivian to finish her business and make her delivery to Mr. Johnson. Before she left, she helped herself to the secure cred-stick he'd offered her back at the club.

Two hours later, Vivian sat in a seedy bar on the other-side of town, wearing a change of cloths and a far more practical outfit. She slid the dongle across the table to the figure she shared the table with. "Mr. Johnson" was a non-descript figure in a trench-coat and gloves, their face a holo-mask of an expressionless, featureless human face. It was actually quite unsettling, but she didn't let it bother her as Johnson carefully picked up the universal dongle and slotted it into a personal data device. The screen flickered as the computer scanned the contents of the data drive, and made a small beeping affirmative sound. Johnson looked at her with it's dead, expressionless eyes and nodded. "Excellent work, Mrs. Vitale," it said in a distorted, scrambled voice. It reached into it's coat and slide a cred-stick back across the table to her. Vivian accepted it and put it into her purse next to the one she'd taken from Thomas. "It is typically poor manners - and unwise - to question the methods of your sort of people. But i'm curious just how you gained access to Samyungs internal network files."

Vivian shrugged slightly and smiled, rising from her seat. "I met someone. Would you believe he gave it up for a kiss?" Johnson stared at her blankly, non-plussed. She left it at that, heels clicking as she walked out.