Master PC - NYC Edition Ch. 23-28

He entered some commands into his phone, making Tim, his boss in charge of this office orgy. He made Jen have an unending source of energy and determination like a sex machine. Then he yelled out sternly to Jen who was tugging feverishly on the two men's cocks with her face deep in ass. She turned around, her face covered in spit.

"Make sure these men each cum at least three times and let them use you however they desire." She nodded subserviently. "Have them cum wherever they want and once you're finished with your task, come out and see me at my desk. Is that understood?"

"Yes Master," she said. Nat looked at her glistening, large tits and he wanted to grab them and jiggle them around, but he practiced restraint and walked out of the room.

"Tim, you're in charge," he said as he closed the door behind him.

Twenty-Seven

Nat sat down at his desk, opened his laptop and pulled up the program. His number one concern was currently working out his financial situation. There were both short and long-term concerns. He needed to develop a company as well as make some immediate cash. He brought up his profile and increased his business intelligence and enhanced his knowledge of global markets and trends and the the history of overnight success stories. He then went down a rapid-fire brain tunnel for the next half an hour, writing notes and doing simple research until he came up with three inventions that he would begin development for at his new engineering and investments firm (soon to be conducting business upstairs). The first would be a happiness pill that's non-destructive and non-habit-forming, the second would be a cheap cure for AIDS and cancer, and the third would be the first set of high-quality earbuds that never, ever get tangled in your pocket.

He resolved, tomorrow, to appoint several people to begin to unfold operations in the three realms, but first he needed to work out a situation to grow some working capital, and he needed to do it immediately. He decided to give Anika a call to see where she had gotten with the artwork sales, so he ringed up her mobile.

"Hello?" said Anika.

"Hey Babe," said Nat.

"Hey, Baby!" said Anika. The warmth in her voice made Nat's heart melt. "How's your day going, so far?" she asked.

"Good, good," Nat said casually. "I took a little romp in the park this morning before heading into work. Had a meeting with my boss and we trained some of the interns on how to handle insubordination."

"Ooh...sounds fun..." she awaited the specific reason for his call.

"So I was wondering if you made any leeway on the art sales we had started last week. I'd like to-"

"Oh yeah. I forgot to tell you! A buyer came through on that. They wanna pay one million for the lot of twelve drawings and they said they can wire it to you tomorrow. How does that sound to you?"

Apparently inspired by his new business prowess, Nat got an idea. "That sounds wonderful, but get back to him and let him know the artist's health has been suffering and that the price will be 1.5 million for six. Make sure that he finds this counter-offer pleasing, if you know what I mean."

"That sounds great. I'll get right on that." Her demeanor was incredibly professional, like the perfect business partner-slash-assistant. "I hope you aren't actually ill, though," Anika asked, concerned.

"No, Anika. I'm very, very healthy," Nat assured her. "I'll be around for a long time." Nat paused, appreciating that someone truly cared about him. "Actually, I'd like to celebrate, since this will be our first successful business venture, of many, I hope. Let's go out for a night on the town tonight. After you finish up your work, take my card and take Misha and yourself out for some shopping. Get some nice evening attire and some lingerie, stuff you know I would like to see you both in. Meet me in the city around 8pm, OK?"

"That sounds lovely," cooed Anika.

"OK, sugar, I'll talk to you later then," said Nat.

"Can't wait. Bye!" said Anika with a sexy, sweet tone.

Nat was very pleased with his situation, his girls, his work life, but he was quickly reminded that he would be maxing out his credit card soon if he didn't find some quick dough, so he started to think of safe and clever schemes to get money in the city. He could head over to Belmont for some horse betting, or up to Yonkers to the casino, but that would involve some traveling and advanced commands, for things to not seem rigged. He could rob some people or an armored car, or just have people hand him money, but that means innocent people being fired or, worse, being deprived of their hard-earned cash. There was the stock market, or just selling art on the street, but honestly none of this sounded fun and easy enough.

After racking his brain for awhile, without any fantasy-like ideas, he decided he would feel OK stealing from the rich, since they could afford it. Where were the people with the fattest wallets? Definitely, Wall Street. In the program he set a perimeter around the entire Financial District (or Fi-Di, as the kids are calling it) and commanded that, at each firm or fund or other type of financial company, anyone with a seventy thousand-dollar salary, or more, will immediately contribute two hundred dollars to a fund for the "slut of the month calendar," a simple hi-end, digital calendar they would presume to exist, and then they will leave the cash in a small duffel with their doorman, addressed to Nathaniel. They'd then email him once it was completed with the address of the company where the package was and in the subject line, the word "Calendar". With his new programming prowess he quickly rigged up a bot to enter those addresses into an interactive pickup map. And then, at the last minute, he realized it made zero sense for him to be running around lower Manhattan. Looking across the room, he singled out Anthony, one of the internal accountants who usually had a light workload, and decided he would be a perfect person to handle the operation. He changed the recipient name for the duffel bags to Anthony's. He gave Anthony a solid understanding and comfort for motorcycles and set him up with a rental place that had scooters with extra storage space. He made precautions so that Anthony would have full loyalty to Nathaniel and not ask any questions and then he arranged for Anthony to compile the materials collected (thinking he was handling documents, not money) and drop everything off at his apartment.

Right as Nat was finishing up his scheme, he heard the door open from Tim's office. Out walked Jennifer. She was naked and moving slowly. There was cum dripping from every inch of her body, in her hair, on her face, her arms, her pubes, her breasts, even her feet. She made her way over to Nat's desk. He was a little repulsed but also turned on by just how humiliating this must have been. Other people in the office were staring in shock.

She kept her eyes low when she arrived.

"Hello, Jennifer," said Nat.

"Hi," she said, with a tone of exasperation, but still a bit of excitement to see him.

"What happened to you?" Nat asked, with a chuckle.

"I serviced them like you asked," she said, defensively.

"Tell me more," he insisted.

"They each fucked me in my three holes, sometimes one at a time, sometimes three at once. I stroked and sucked their dicks the best I could. They spanked my ass and tits and made me talk dirty to them, like begging for it and describing how much of a slut I was. I came many times as they fucked me. I came just from holding their large cocks. Then when they were ready, they started producing massive amounts of sperm, like you can. It got everywhere. I swallowed a bunch and then then they fucked me more and then came more, shooting it inside me, and all over me."

"How do you feel about this experience," asked Nat.

"I loved it and I hated it. I've never been used and taken advantage of so deeply by a group of men like this. But yet, it felt so pleasurable and I loved seeing how my body could make them happy. I also couldn't stop thinking about how I was doing what you asked and that, ultimately, you were providing this unique experience for me, and me alone, that most girls don't get to have. I'm grateful!" she said, only realizing the full extent of how she felt as she spoke.

"That's good Jennifer. I'm glad to hear you have a good attitude about it. It was meant to be a punishment, because you have been quite nasty to me over the years, but I'm beginning to take a liking to you and I don't want you to suffer much more."

"I'd be happy to suffer more or take more punishment, if that's your bidding, Nat," she said, sincerely.

"I'll have some more work for you to do soon," he said. He was about to dismiss her, but then his libido got the best of him. Staring at this bukkake receptacle, he couldn't help but be turned on and want to contribute, in some way. "Actually, Jen, I'm kind of having a change of heart here. How would you feel if I donated some of my sperm to your little cum cloak, you're wearing?"

She looked up into his eyes with a new light and vigor. "Your wish is my command, Master!"

Nat stood up and started rubbing his cock through his pants. "Get down on the ground and start rubbing that cum around on your body. Make me believe that you love the cum more than anything, and start playing with your pussy so I can see how much you love it."

She dropped down on the ground and started rubbing the thick, white gel around her tits and stomach. She squeezed on her tits and then slowly moved her hands down towards her crotch. As she opened her legs, Nat could see that her pussy was filled to the brim with semen. She started pushing her fingers into her pussy, which forced more cum to ooze out of her. Nat dropped his pants and pulled out his dick which was already hard. He began stroking it as he stared at his cum slut. She looked mesmerizingly at his cock and continued to play with herself. He stoked harder as he looked at her huge tits and thought about how it would feel to have her sit her filthy body down on on top of his rod.

"Rub harder," Nat commanded. "Cum for me!" She started to rub herself with more pressure and speed, her breath getting more rapid as she felt her body warm up and start to tingle. The disgusting man juice covering her only turned her on, knowing that she must be such a sorry, shameful sight for Nat. Her only worth was to be used to deposit more semen into and on to, that's the only thing she was truly good at, so why not be the best cum target that she can? The self-deprivation and submission made her body surge with pleasure. She began to reach orgasm and let Nat know.

"I'm gonna cum soon," she said. "Your cock looks so good! I need your cum on me to complete my quilt. Stroke it hard for me, Nat!"

Nat looked around the office briefly to see that many of the employees were staring at this spectacle. She was so dirty and he loved it. He looked back into Jennifer's eyes and prepared to unload. "It's coming out now. You fucking whore who takes all the office cocks and their cum loads. You're gonna get another one now."

"Yes, Nat, please!" she was beginning to convulse from her orgasm. Nat flexed his dick muscles and his semen traveled rapidly out of his balls, up his urethra and through the air. He aimed his load right at Jennifer's hand that was feverishly fingering her clit. It splashed everywhere around her crotch, onto her thighs and her pubis areas. She moved her hand and aimed her vagina to receive a direct hit from his cum blast and her orgasm heightened even further as the cum ricocheted upwards onto her tits and chin. The stream subsided and she continued the rub the deep puddle of warm semen around her vulva and into her vagina as she quaked across her. He walked up to her and presented his cock, which she eagerly took into her mouth. He pushed himself all the way down her throat and then back out. She licked the head and the balls, making sure he was completely cleaned.

"Very Good, Jen. I think that will be enough for today. Why don't you clean yourself off the best you can and then take a cab over to my place. My girls should be there and they can get you properly bathed and give you a place to rest and relax. That sound good?"

She was practically nodding off from the mixture of pleasure and exhaustion but she opened her eyes and nodded her head. "Yes, Nat. Thank you." Then she gathered herself and headed to the bathroom to clean up.

Nat zipped his dick into his pants and looked around the office. The employees were trying to go about their business but he could tell they had been pretty shocked by the previous occurrences. He pulled up the office profiles and made it so that sexual activities in the office would be surprising but not alarming, and for the other women he hadn't fucked, they would remember vividly what his cock could do for them and look forward to partaking in the future. He also noted that Anthony had slipped out already which brought a smile to his face. Time to get paid, he thought.

Twenty-Eight

Before heading out for the day, Nat decided to stop by upstairs to look at his future office space. As he neared the top of the stairwell he heard clanging and banging and he walked in to the space to find a crew of about ten workers operating, busy with different building projects. To his surprise, the office looked almost sixty percent finished. But to his greater surprise, the entire crew were all women...and good looking women, at that. It was almost as if he had slipped into some kind of gimmicky Maxim photo shoot.

"You must be Nathaniel," a voice said in front of him as he snapped out of his daze. Resuming focus he found a very attractive redhead woman with ample bosom wearing the classic worker outfit, a flannel shirt, yellow hard hat, faded jeans and a utility belt. "I'm the foreman for your office renovation," she said as she put out her hand. "Jessica. Mrs. Orlovsky hired me."

Nat shook her hand, drooling ever slightly before pulling himself together. "Nice to meet you. I don't know a Mrs. Orlovsky..." he said, confused until he realized what she was talking about. "Oh, Anika! She isn't my wife, she's my business partner."

"Sure, whatever you say," said Jessica with a wink. She was clearly a feisty spirit.

"Anyway, you seemed to have made tremendous progress already," said Nat. "Your entire crew is all women?"

"Yep. Anika gave us special orders to prioritize this over our other projects. She also requested all-female workers, which I'm fine with. I think they ultimately do a better job, especially for interiors."

"OK," Nat said as he surveyed the impressive crew of girls, diverse in race, age and body type.

"The work should be done by this Friday. We offer full service, so in addition to electrical, HVAC, networking configurations and decorating, we offer you the chance to get to know the crew and we'll help you get comfortable in your new space." As she said this she lightly tugged on his jacket lapel and made a coy, seductive look. "Your satisfaction is our ultimate desire." She winked, noticeably, and then spun around and walked away, her ass swaying, back and forth, in her tight, ripped jeans. She passed another girl worker, who appeared to be of Indian descent and was leaning over to measure a desk. Jessica slapped her on the ass and the girl turned her head up, smiling.

Jessica looked at Nat and giggled. "Come by Thursday to do a full walk-through. We'll make sure you're getting everything you paid for and more."

Nat could take the overt hint and he liked what he was seeing and hearing. It was tough to say whether he was more excited about getting his company off the ground or just taking a "walk-through" of his office renovation with an all-female construction crew—whatever that entailed...

As he started to walk down the stairs, he noticed the rooftop access door. He remembered from his smoking days that the door had no alarm on it and that he could freely walk out on to the thirteen-story building's roof. Suddenly it occurred to him. Why should he have to get on that dirty, malfunctioning subway train when he had Master PC.

He opened up the program and brought up his profile. In the command field he wrote: "You will have the ability to fly through the air without being noticed."

The program brought up a notice, saying that he wouldn't, physically, be able to fly above ten thousand feet off the ground. His invisibility would be applied to all beings in sight lines, though if he chooses to fly too high, he may be detected by military devices. It then asked him if it should submit the command. Nat typed yes, thinking, you could make it a little harder than that.

He suddenly felt a tingling in his body. He stepped to the ledge, not feeling sure about his abilities, but knowing that the program had yet to fail him, so far. He decided to take a leap of faith and he stepped off the ledge. As he began to fall, he thought hard about propelling himself up and forward, and, like superman, he began to fly through the air. It was an incredible rush, the wind on his face, the views of Manhattan in the distance and the brick town houses of Brooklyn, below him. He steered for his house, thinking, this is probably better than being God, because I don't have to be responsible for anything except my own fantasies. As the kids would say, he was "hashtag-winning."