MasterPC Ch. 08

I poured oil onto her washboard abs and worked it skillfully into the highly developed flesh there; up her rib cage, and, finally, her tits. I used both hands with plenty of oil to first gently and then with more force, mold and shape the twin mounts of flesh protruding from her amazing pectoral muscles. They weren't very large, but she had very sensitive nipples. I tweaked and tugged, rubbed and caressed her breasts and nipples slowly driving her insane with unfulfilled lust. This was foreplay with a vengeance. Personally, I enjoy edge play. The longer the delay in gratification the greater the satisfaction -- up to a point. I hadn't quite reached that point with Sherry yet. I was waiting for her to make a move.

"Please," she whispered.

"Please what, Sherry?"

"Please, Master" she whispered again, begging for release.

"What do you want Sherry?"

"Pleasefuckmemaster," she gasped making four words into one.

"I didn't quite get that, Sherry. What was it you wanted me to do?"

"Please. Fuck. Me. Master," she hissed, finally. There were tears on her cheeks now. She was broken. I had done it. I'd probably feel bad later, but that was then. This was now. I spread her massive thighs and lifted them, pushing her knees back as I positioned myself between them. My cock had never been harder or more ready to fuck. It knew what it wanted even if I didn't and since it was getting most of the blood supply that meant that it was in charge at least for now.

Her beautiful pussy, the product of years of steroid abuse, was spread open in front of me. The lips looked like those of the whores in Russian rough-sex videos that have been subjected to frequent vacuum pumping. I wanted to spend some time licking her pussy but there wasn't time. I wanted to fuck her now just to complete what I'd started back at that little country bar a few hours ago.

I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her soaking split before notching it in the opening and flexing my hips. I drove my cock into her all in one go and with some force, pinning her to the bed. Damn she was tight. I might really have been the first man to pierce that pussy. It was wet and hot and oh so tight.

"FUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!"

I was going to have to do some memory modification if there were any guests within two rooms of us. Her scream of pleasure and shock at the sudden invasion of my massive cock could have awoken the dead. It nearly deafened me. I should have taken her voice away for a longer period of time. Oh well. I covered Sherry's mouth with mine and kissed her deeply as I began to fuck her seriously. This was no slow buildup of speed and force. I started out hard and fast and she started orgasming almost immediately.

She was cumming continuously and crying at the same time. She was crying because I had given her no choice. She didn't want to cum. She didn't want to give up her virginity to me or any other man. But I took that choice away and forced her to have orgasm after orgasm. For one thing, when she clenched her interior muscles, it felt really good on my cock. And, for another thing (much more important to me at the moment) it also meant that she was now my complete and utter slave, bereft of all choices except those I granted her. That evil twin Skippy is sure a prick. Good thing he doesn't slip the leash all that often.

She had her arms around me as well as her legs and she pushed back just as hard as I pushed at her. For a while there was some question as to who was fucking whom. But the one thing I could say for sure was that there was fucking happening. This wasn't some romantic lovemaking like you mind find in a Nica Noelle DVD. No sir, this was fucking. It wasn't pretty and it sounded like two pigs feeding. It also didn't last all that long.

Sherry gave up the psychic ghost about ten minutes into the bout and fainted from emotional and physical overload. Being pounded in the pussy for an extended period in the press position can do that to a person. I hadn't cum yet, but that wasn't all that important to me. I could cum any time. Orgasms can be over emphasized.

So I pulled my cock out of her pussy which was still clenching and releasing even though Sherry was unconscious. I found her wallet in her jacket and got her address. I took $500 out of my wallet and put it in hers. Then I opened my iPhone ap for the MasterPC program and made some adjustments. She would be a null wave transmitter for a little while. Sort of like Mr. Spock in that Star Trek episode where some alien babes stole his brain -- she was like Spock's brainless body, completely under my control. Her mind was elsewhere.

We got dressed and I took her home. I made sure she got to bed and then I left. In the morning she'd be a little sore and would wonder how that happened, but she wouldn't remember anything except losing an arm wrestling match to a guy who then bought a round for the whole bar before paying her 500 bucks for some private posing and then dropping her off at her place.

As for me, I drove back to the hotel, took a hot shower, went to bed, and got up the next day to continue my business trip. It was successful, as I knew it would be. And before I knew it, I was back home and looking forward to getting better acquainted with my new assistant Julia.