Megan Accepts Ch. 02

When I could, I raised back up and began fucking, again. I looked down at him, "Sorry, sir. It was just... so wonderful."

He smiled and teased my nipples. Even with my bouncing on his cock, my small breasts only jiggle. Mr. Nolan says he likes that about me, though. They are right for my petite, athletic body, he says. I'm not going to argue because he is loving them up now as I work my tight body over his cock.

I am fucking him hard now. I raise up so only the head is inside, then I slam down. His cock hits me deep each time, sending a jolt through my body. My pussy is tight around his rigid cock, gripping it as I pull up and slam back down. He is moaning now, too, and I desperately want to have him cum, because I am getting so close to another orgasm. I shift my hands to his muscular chest for support and put all my effort into my thighs raising and lowering my pussy on his cock.

Another orgasm is almost there as I fuck him hard. "Ohhhhhh... fuckkkkkk... sirrrrrr... pleeeeasssssse cummmmmmm."

He slips two fingers of one hand underneath me and he has aligned it perfectly to jam my clit. At the same time, he rises and bites a nipple softly, but the combination is all I need... or all it takes even if I didn't want it to happen. I orgasm... alone... without him... "Oooooooo... yesssssss... oh fuccckkkkkkk!"

He holds me tight against his body as I ride this orgasm, as well. When I am mostly out of it, he whispers in my ear, "Turn around to reverse-cowgirl. Don't get off me, just turn around."

I raise my head and look at him. Turn around on his cock? Damn... It takes a little awkward maneuvering, but I start turning by sitting on him and moving my feet for leverage in turning. Oh... what a feeling! I am stuffed, but VERY lubricated after two orgasms. I feel every ridge of his cock as I turn around it. How obscene is this?

This time, I put my hands on his shins and start aggressively fucking up and down. And, this time, the reaction coming from him is different. I don't know if it is the change in position or he has just been resisting for too long, but he is straining up into me now and I smile as I kicked up my fucking another notch, I wasn't sure I had. I feel his cock pulse inside me. I pull up so his whole cock is outside me except for the very tip to keep us aligned... and I drop strongly down and bottom out. I am rewarded with his cum spurting into my pussy, flooding me with his cum, sending spurt after spurt of his seed and coating me entire pussy.

When his cock stops spurting, I turn on his cock, again, this time for fun. I lay down onto his body and his arms wrap around me. His massive breaths cause me to move up and down with his chest. I am like a toy on top of him.

I hug him tight and softly ask the question I need to know, "Sir... did your new slut do well for you?"

"Very well, indeed, dear Megan. Very well, indeed."

I kiss his chest. "Thank you, sir." I sighed in relief. I raised my head and slipped my hands under my chin to look at him. "I was beginning to think I wasn't arousing enough for you."

"Silly, girl. You know from before that I climaxed in you several times." I watched his face. I nodded, reached up and kissed him on the lips. I felt his cock slip inside as I reached up. I settled back down on it.

I giggled and he asked what. I said, "You cock, sir. I can feel it getting softer, but it is so large it is still well inside me. I like that." I blushed at the bold way I was confessing my feeling about his cock. Then, I looked at him more seriously, which got his attention. "Sir, you said you would teach me to be a slut. Remember? What are you going to teach me?"

"You are eager to be my full slut?" I nodded and blushed more. I knew little about what the office job was to be and all I was curious about was how I would be his slut. "This weekend is the start. I am going to fuck you as much as I can so you feel what that is like. Next week, you'll start fucking the other men in the office so you know what it is like to experience different men and cocks." He paused and I gazed at him in anticipation of what else would come. "We'll start training your ass to be fucked. But we'll take our time and use some toys to prepare you." I gave him a puzzled look. My conservative upbringing didn't do much in the way of introducing me to sex, much less sex toys. "Tomorrow we'll get you some butt plugs and dildos. We'll buy you some clothes, too. Your wardrobe has to change." He touched my nose as if to make a point. I smiled and nodded. "A good slut can not only be fucked in the cunt or ass, but the cunt and ass at the same time. Double penetration. With large cocks, though, we'll need to open your ass up some, first." Ass fucked. Double penetration. Oh my. "Then, deepthroating a cock. That takes practice and determination." I nodded. Deepthroat? Taking a cock like his into my throat? I convinced myself not to panic... not yet, anyway.

We talked and mused comfortably. It amazed me, really. I was lying on the man who was to be my boss, his softening cock was embedded well in my pussy after we had fucked and I was comfortably talking to him like we were meeting for coffee somewhere.

I felt his cock move, twitch slightly and wondered... I squeezed with my pussy muscles. Squeeze, relax, squeeze. His cock tensed a bit. Did it just grow? I continued to use my muscles as I lay on his chest and stomach.

He swatted my bare butt playfully. With a chuckle, "Where did you learn that?"

I giggled, "Nowhere, sir. I just tried it when I felt you cock move. I tried it several times and you seemed to enjoy it, so... you don't mind do you, sir?"

"And, what is your intention with what you are doing with your cunt around my cock?"

I looked at him, my arousal instantly rising, "To make you hard, again, sir." And, his cock was getting hard. "It seems to be working, sir." I smiled at him, "I can't let you have a hard cock and not give you some relief."

He laughed and rolled us over into the missionary position. His cock quickly growing hard and long, again, he stroked in and out of my pussy. I looked at him with renewed lust. He looked back into my eyes. He crushed my mouth with a passionate kiss. "My turn to fuck you."

And, he did. He drove his cock into me with long, powerful strokes that nearly knocked the breath out of me. This was a fucking! I tried when I was on top, but it was nothing like this! He pounded into me like he owned my body and it was for his use anyway he wanted it. Maybe... maybe that's what he was showing me. He can take me. He can fuck me. He can use me. Maybe he's just showing me what being his slut will be like. If so... I want it.

This time, we orgasmed closer together, each of us gasping and clutching onto each other desperately... at least I was.

He wrapped me in his arms, spooned into my back. His lips were kissing my neck and shoulder, his whispers reinforcing my sexuality, the pleasure I gave him, his desire for me to be his slut, and his commitment to protect me and keep me safe through it all. I slipped into sleep feeling like I was in a protective womb... and the most contented I had been in a very, very long time.

I woke to my nipples being sucked and nipped, a couple fingers sawing into my pussy, and my clit being regularly bumped. Before I was fully awake, I was uttering the sounds of the aroused, "Ohhhhhhhh... yesssssssss... goooood... hmmmmmmm... sooooo goooooddddd..."

With a freshly aroused and focused mind, I dislodged myself from him and spun around in the bed, pushing him onto his back and straddling him with my pussy near his mouth and my head at his cock, which unsurprisingly was quite hard. With his large cock, I could take his cock into my mouth and he could reach my pussy. It occurred to me while sucking him the taste was different, that I was tasting a combination of his cum and my own. It also occurred to me he was getting a similar thing from my pussy. My appreciation for Mr. Nolan increased.

I was basking in that moment of sexual bliss. We were both purely comfortable in this arousal of each other. I was attempting, again, to take his cock into my mouth further, as I now would every time I would suck him. His mouth and tongue were busy probing my pussy and nibbling at my clit. His hands, for the most part, held my hips over his face, but occasionally roamed over my thighs and back. I rubbed my pussy against his face. I giggled. He flexed his hips and drove his cock deeper into my mouth. He chuckled.

Then he rolled us. He disengaged himself and stood next to the bed. His hand was outstretched to me and I followed him. He turned me, pressed me forward and I fell to the bed, my feet on the floor. I looked over my shoulder at him and spread my legs wide in invitation. He stepped up to me and immediately drove his cock into my open pussy. Oh... my... god. Instantly stuffed, again. He fucked me hard and strong, his strong body plowing his cock into my pussy with an energy and power that was at a new height of being used. This is what it was going to be like. Used... even abused. Taken to new heights and challenges, expanding my naïve understanding of what sex can be. Then, everything changed, again.

With his cock embedded deep inside me, he pulled me with an arm around my waist and another around my chest as he leaned over me. Then, he stood up! I was impaled on his cock and vertical! He carefully released some hold on me and gravity set his cock completely in me. Then, holding me firmly, he walked me to the sliding door and the balcony outside I didn't know was there. I didn't know what time it was... very early morning... but it was dark and quiet. His backyard was dark. The neighbor homes, just visible at this height, were dark. My legs hung below me. There was nothing else for me to do with them. I was held in front of him like a large doll... like a fuck-doll.

"Oh... my... God... sir!" I was gasping and panting. This was so completely erotic and arousing. I was just being used as he continued to fuck me while being held against his body. "I... never... dreamed... of such... sex!" He only chuckled... and grunted.

He soon turned from the balcony and returned to the bed. He bent over the bed and literally dropped me. As I fell away from him, his cock pulled out and I bounced. He flipped me over onto my back and moved me to the center of the bed with ease. Then, he plowed back into my pussy and finished us both off. My arms and legs were wrapped around his neck and waist as my body exploded and I felt his seed blasting into my well-used pussy.

He pulled out after time and curled into my back, again. This time, he lifted my left leg and entered my pussy from behind, then wrapped his arm around me and held me tight. There was always something new. Or, I knew so little that it only seemed that way. I pressed my back into his front and relished the feeling of his cock inside me. With new clarity, I understood how much I had to experience and learn.

With the early morning light and sounds from the now open sliding door to the balcony, my fussy mind enjoyed the feel of Mr. Nolan's body underneath my leg and arm. Even in my sleep I must have yearned for his contact. I lightly slid my hand over his chest and stomach. I didn't want to interrupt his sleep. It was still early, but... I couldn't resist touching him. I felt like a school girl with a crush, a naïve girl with a first love. This wasn't love, though. I understood that, the difference of what that was and what Mr. Nolan intended this to be. I had experienced 'love' and found it disappointing. I wasn't sure I ever wanted that 'love' relationship, again. But I was excited to discover what this was as it evolved because the evolution was me, not him. It was me catching up.

I raised my head and watched him. He was completely relaxed. A soft snore escaping as his chest gently rose and fell. I looked down his body. His cock was semi-hard and I wondered what he was dreaming about. Was it me? Was it what he has already done to me or what he was intending to do to me? I smiled and slithered down alongside his body and turned to take his cock into my mouth. I kissed the head and sucked on it, seeking any pre-cum just inside. I liked his cum. Maybe I just liked cum. A smile formed around the cock in my mouth as I considered if that alone is an indicator of being a slut.

I have half his cock in my mouth with my tongue swirling and mouth sucking hard enough to collapse my cheeks when I feel his hand on my head. "Hmmmmm... what a wonderful way to wake up."

I smiled and slowly pull my mouth off his cock. With a hand slowly stroking it, I looked up his body to him, "Good morning, sir." I return my lips to his cock only to look back at him, "I think you are close, sir. Would it be okay to have your cum as my juice?" He chuckled and lay his head back while stroking my shoulders. I took his cum and swallowed every drop, licking his cock clean to be absolutely sure I had it all.

Downstairs at the kitchen table, we shared coffee, eggs, muffins, and juice (orange juice, this time), which we jointed prepared. He was wearing boxers and I was still naked. In the bedroom, he instructed me that I was to be naked at his house unless he directed otherwise. I would find out later he meant outside in the back, too.

"I knew you would be a good slut, Megan."

I smiled demurely, at least as demurely as you can when you are naked in someone's kitchen. "Thank you, sir. I know I have a lot to learn, but I hope you see how eager I am to please you."

"I do, indeed. And, that is why I know you will be a good slut."

He discussed the day ahead. There would be lots of fucking. He wanted me to experience more fucking than I ever have. I chuckled and assured him that has already happened. He smiled but told me it will continue. His only limitation would be his ability to achieve an erection. It would be my responsibility this weekend to bring an erection as often as possible for him. I shivered. He told me this might lead to some soreness around my pussy but that would pass. My pussy just needs to adjust to being used a lot because I will be. I shivered, again.

Besides fucking, though, we were going shopping. I needed slut clothes and new office clothes that would reflect the new me... a sexual woman even in the office or outside. Also, the toys. I was curious about those but he just told me that would be an adventure of their own.

There was still a slight chill to the air, but he took me out onto the patio. I could see that at ground level it was quite private with the placement of trees and fences. He didn't give me much opportunity to look around his yard, though. He moved us to a lounge chair near his pool I had missed last night in the dark. My eyes were on the pool but he was reclining on the chair and held his cock in his hand. I understood, immediately. I sucked him hard, then mounted him and fucked him. There were times when he seemed to want to fuck me dominantly, other times when he was gentle, and other times when he had me do all the work and he was passive. This time I took my time. I used long, even stokes, his cock sliding in and out, my pussy walls clenching him the entire way. He commented about what I was doing with my pussy and praised me. I glowed and clenched harder. He said that reminded him of other toys. He liked that feeling and wanted to help me develop those muscles more. He said I could turn into one of the best fucks. I blushed but his words were like adding jet fuel to my sexual engine that drove my desire to higher levels.

I was cleaning the kitchen of breakfast and he was once again in his boxers and creating a list for when we go shopping. I am wiping my hands and turn to find him leaning back and watching me. I asked him, if there is something wrong.

"Nothing is wrong. You are beautiful. I was just admiring what a unique impression your nakedness gives." I tilt me head curiously at him. Here is a man who essentially heads a porn enterprise and he is finding my petite body unique? As if reading my mind, "Very unique." He has me stand before him. "Big breasted, voluptuous women are synonymous with porn. So, you are unique. You have an air of innocence, naivete. I think that is very erotic. It can give off the impression of having a virgin." I blushed. Again? "Does it bother you that I refer to you so openly as a sexual thing?"

I took his hand and put it between my legs. His fingers immediately start moving, one on my clit, another into my hole. "That is what a slut is, sir. You made it clear to me from the beginning. I have a job to do in the office, but you want a slut to fuck. I accepted that, sir. I also understand you want me on your arm to present an impression, a visual presentation for the image you want to provide to others."

He smiled and pressed another finger into me. It was still surprising how boldly I stood before him with his hands and fingers exploring my body inside and out. My conservative family and friends rejected me. I didn't reject them as much as I just moved by taking this job... and absurdly sexual role.

He led me back upstairs to shower. Even showering was sexual, though. The shower was large, easily accommodating both of us. As the water fell over us from above, he gently pressured me to my knees. I dutifully sucked him hard, then he pressed me against the wall and forcefully fucked me. We both came. I couldn't even imagine how I could have him inside me and not orgasming.

I was dressed in the only dress I had with me, which had been short but by no means what Mr. Nolan intended for me. The shop he led me into was clearly meant for women with the intension of drawing attention and enticing. The skirts and dresses were short, much shorter than what I was wearing, but Mr. Nolan assured me, these were not the slut clothes.

The clothes in this shop were lovely, but to me they were very revealing for an office environment. But Mr. Nolan was the boss. Each outfit I tried on was amazing. Mr. Nolan sat just outside the dressing room where I would change from outfit to outfit and show the look to him and the saleslady. All the skirts or dress hems were well above md-thigh and the tops were revealing in cleavage or fitting. I could never have worn anything like these dresses before, but now I was getting excited to wear these clothes for the men of the office. Mr. Nolan reminded me, discretely because of the saleswoman, that a woman in my position should be classy but provocative at the same time. When the saleswoman left momentarily to assist another customer at the register, he clarified his other discrete comment.

"Always remember, Megan. Your position has many implications to be aware of at all times. You are my slut, of course. You will also be the office slut so enticement is for all five of us. You will also accompany me to many social and business gatherings and commitments. And, remember that those business situations are not normal business like most executives. You work in the porn industry. There are expectations associated with that."

"Despite the fact that you chose not to have a porn star type on your arm."

"Correct. There are expectations and there are surprises. Everyone expects a porn star type. Seeing what you expect to see can be a negative. They see the big tits, watching how they sway and bounce, how voluptuous her figure is. They don't look at the package. But, you... you next to me dressed the same way takes everyone back. Surprise. They stop and look, consider who you are, why are you on my arm. Then, they see the look, the innocence, maybe. They see the stark difference in size between us. Hell, you might be a teenager... their thoughts wonder. An impression."

I smile and consider this with everything else. He's right. There are so many layers to what he wants from me. Secretary. His slut. Office slut. Arm candy. Perception changer.