Megan & Kasey - Job Training Ch. 04

Green grabbed her by the hair and pulled her towards him. She barely took a breath before his cock was in her mouth. The guys proceed to share her mouth for the next 15 minutes, passing her head back and forth like they were sharing a bucket of popcorn. Only Megan was the one getting a mouthful each time. Red tested her ability to hold her breath, plugging her nose and counting to 30 while his cock was balls deep in her mouth and throat. Her eyes watered and face grew red, but she didn't struggle, didn't choke, didn't gag.

"Slut inhales that shit," Red said as he handed her back to Green, who stuffed his balls in Megan's mouth and slapped her forehead with his cock while he tugged on her nipple chains. They weren't being gentle and, given time, Megan feared they would get too rough. But they were young men who lacked the control of a Tanaka and the probably hadn't cum twice in the last two hours like Rothman. They were impatient, lusty, ready to unload. Green came first. Per the instructions, he jerked off on a serving tray in the room. Red followed suit minutes later.

The thick white cum pooled in two puddles on the tray. Then, using butter knives, the guys narrowed both loads into two long lines on the tray. Megan had never done drugs, but it looked like a semi-liquid version of lines of coke. If so, that meant... surely not, she thought.

"You're a cock-addicted cum slut," Green taunted. "Here's your fix, bitch. Two lines, two nostrils. Time to inhale some sperm."

Megan looked at them and could see they were serious. Well, this was something knew. She positioned herself over Green's line of thick white cum, wishing she could just swallow it. It was the huge, white load of a healthy man with a good diet. Not at all unappetizing. She though it would be nice spread on a bagel. Instead, it was going up her nose. She took a deep breath, plugged her right nostril, put her left nostril at the end of the line and inhaled, moving her head along the line as the thick liquid shot up into her nose. She coughed and snorted but plugged her nose and didn't lose a drop. She took a couple of breaths, coughed and then did the same thing, plugging her other nostril and inhaling Red's load.

"Fuck, never seen that in person before," Red laughed. "Hot cum addict. Guess what, slut, you're in luck. I'll give you a hit of that anytime you want, free of charge."

"Same here," Green said. "But I got the good stuff, not that weak watered down shit he has."

Megan couldn't help but laugh along with them as they compared their cum to street drugs and taunted her about her addictive need to ingest sperm. It was disgusting to inhale it, but it was still funny, and that made it enjoyable. She was still giggling when the guys threw her on the bed and started tying her up again.

"Seems you're wanted in a certain position," Green said. "Gonna be a long night, bitch."

"Yes, sir," Megan said. "It's OK. It's how I'm meant to be used."

"Dude, we need to just take her and put her in another room and keep this shit all to ourselves," Red said, only half joking. The temptation to keep Megan all to themselves was very real.

Nonetheless, the guys followed orders. They removed the nipple clamps but kept the collar and heels on her. They put her on her back on the bed and lifted her arms and legs over her head, securing her wrists and ankles to the headboard with tightly knotted scarves. Her legs were spread and they put a pillow under her ass, lifting it off the bed at the proper angle for fucking. A little pressure on the back of her legs would her roll her back and provide access to her asshole. Her tits were exposed and her ungagged mouth was ready to serve.

They took a picture of her, texted it and awaited the response. Once they received the approval, the each smacked her once more on the ass and left the room, tossing their masks over their shoulders on the way out. They turned off all the lights and Megan lay there in the dark, essentially nude, raw, sore, and bound once more. She waited. It was almost midnight. How many more times could her body possibly be used before morning?

It turned out the answer was five. Rothman returned a few minutes later. He used only the light from his phone to find her and then fuck her silently in the dark. She could tell it was him by his fucking style, his grunts, and his body. He drilled into her pussy and came quickly, shooting all over her belly. Only when he was done did he speak.

"You've been a good slut today," he said. "But you have cum many times without permission. The bondage has been part of your punishment. You would have been fucked just as much either way, but you lost the right to freedom and comfort. I'm going to set my alarm and every two hours, I'm going to wake up and fuck you. I know you're sore and tired and I don't care."

"Yes, sir," Megan said. She wondered how she could possibly fall asleep in this position. Soon she heard him snoring. She was bent in half, bound, covered in cum and aching from head to toe. Nevertheless, fatigue won out and she slept fitfully for the next two hours, just falling into a deeper sleep when she was awoken by a knocking - not at the door, but at her asshole. A dim lamp was on and she could see his thick cock as he positioned himself. He put his weight on the back of her thighs, the flexible scarves yielding as he folded her in half and split her ass cheeks with his cock. She felt like she was being ripped in half. He muffled her cries by putting his fingers in her mouth. Otherwise, he fucked her fast and hard and without comment, once again splashing cum across her belly.

He rolled off her and went back to sleep. Megan struggled, but dozed on and off until the alarm went off again. She heard it this time and was awake as he untied her pulled her on top of him. "Ride me, slut," he grunted. He was already hard and pushed inside her before her pussy was really ready. She warmed up quickly, thinking that being woken up to fuck in the middle of the night was a lot better this way - cock was in the right hole and she wasn't bound. Being on top, she controlled the tempo more. Her pussy warmed up quickly and she grinded down on him and let her hands rub his chest and belly. This felt closer to intimacy and making love than she'd felt in a very long time.

Rothman was tired and horny and happy to make his fuck toy do the work. There was nothing he enjoyed more than fucking her brains out while he stretched her little holes and listened to her whimper. But at times he was in the mood to have a woman take care of him, rid him, get off on him, slow and sensual at first, then faster, hopping up and down on his cock like a little fuck bunny.

It the dim light he watched her bare thighs and pussy as she rode him. He thought about how Tanaka had touched her. He wished he wasn't part of that school group. If he had Megan all to himself, he would brand Megan's little cunt and mark his territory. Then it dawned on him. Had Tanaka done that with Mao? Was that his thing? Tomorrow, he needed to get past Mao's mouth and check out her pussy. So long as the meeting went well, he thought that could very well be part of the celebration.

Megan was enjoying this one. Rothman was being nice and his cock felt wonderful in her pussy. She rode him and he stroked her breasts and tweaked her nipples. She started moving faster. "May I cum, sir?" she whispered.

Maybe it was a moment of weakness, a soft spot in his nature, but in that moment Rothman felt very connected to Megan. Not just physically. He had put her through so much and would continue to do so and here she was, riding him like a cowgirl, ready to cream on him, begging him for release. He had to admit, she was pretty special. She deserved this.

"Yes, baby, cum hard and keep cumming," he grunted. "Get what you need."

That was all Megan needed to hear. She moved faster, bouncing up and down, tits jiggling, pussy making happy wet sounds. She came hard. She kept riding, kept cumming. It was the best orgasm of the day. Better than all the others combined, in fact. She rode from one orgasm to the next, finally falling forward onto him and sliding down his torso. "May I suck your cock?" she asked.

"You may," he said. She dipped her head, tasted her juices on his cock. Tasted his pre-cum. She came again as she took him fully into her mouth and swallowed yet another load from his precious cock.

****

While Megan finished her day and night of bondage, humiliation, discomfort and abuse with a sweet, almost tender bout of fucking, Kasey was laying in Megan's bed, reviewing her very pleasing massaging of Michael and the ensuing awkward conversation and his rejection of her additional advances. She had texted Mick and Harry, asking for their help. What could she do next?

Mick responded that she had done well getting this far with Michael and not to give up. Harry suggested she read his reaction in the morning. He might change his mind with time to think about it.

Kasey thanked them both, but didn't feel any better. She didn't think Michael would wake up and feel any differently. He was a man set in his ways, his principals. He thought things through and analyzed every decision and potential outcome. Harry said he might change his mind, but Michael wouldn't do that without good reason, without data and evidence. He was just like Megan, Kasey thought.

Then it hit her, he really was just like Megan, and yet Megan was actively getting her brains fucked out every day. It was her conscious decision, carefully thought out and planned. She had a reason for it beyond just wanting sex. She wanted to learn and be prepared, giving herself options and a wider scope of knowledge. So, the question was, how could she make Michael analyze the options she was giving him and see the benefits beyond some great sex? What would appeal to his analytical, calculated brain as well as his cock?

In a flash, it hit her. She knew exactly what she needed to do. She texted Jackson. He was awake, so she called him and told him what she needed and exactly what she would let him do to her in exchange for his help. They worked on the project over the phone for the next hour and a half, until Jackson confirmed he had everything he needed. "I'll have it done by 10 a.m.," he promised.

She spent the next 30 minutes packing a bag to take to work and finally lay down, excited but able to sleep because her mind was at ease knowing she had a plan in place.

The next morning, she got up early and was dressed and waiting for Michael when he came downstairs. She wore black pumps, a black mini skirt and a white sleeveless sweater that stopped right at her navel. She wore no bra. She wore a simple white g-string. She put her hair in a ponytail.

When Michael saw her, he smiled and said "Good morning, Kasey. You're up early today."

"Yes, sir. I had trouble sleeping," she frowned. "I was worried that you're mad at me. I'm very sorry if I did anything wrong. I was only trying to help."

"I know you were," he said. "It's all OK. We can pretend it never happened. No one needs to know."

"Yes, sir," Kasey said, frustrated that he wanted to pretend it didn't happen. She had given him a big orgasm and he wanted to forget it. That was humiliating. She would just have to make the next one more memorable. "Thank you. How did you sleep?"

"Very well," he chuckled. "I have admit, I have always slept better after good sex."

Kasey wanted to say "Thanks for calling it good!" or "See, I told you I have what you need!" Instead, she blushed, and nodded silently.

"You look beautiful," Michael said. "Like always. Please know that you are incredibly attractive, very sweet, and did absolutely nothing wrong."

"Thank you, sir," she nodded. "You're very nice. And handsome." She smiled and giggled, letting him know that she realized she was flirting with the line once more.

"I'm flattered," he smiled. "Just keep those comments in private and photos in private."

"And you keep it in your pants," she frowned, but in a teasing way.

"Exactly," he laughed. He couldn't help but watch her long legs in that tiny skirt, remembering how she looked underneath. Even with a clearer head this morning, the temptation was strong. But he couldn't. His career, his marriage, his relationship with Megan - it was all potentially on the line. Last night was bad enough. If he went further, well, eventually it would come back to haunt him. That's how he viewed things. That's why he didn't take risks, didn't act on impulse, didn't give in to urges and cravings. It was helped him have a good career, a nice house, a smart beautiful daughter and a happy marriage. Well, maybe that last part wasn't true. Certainly not lately. But still, it had been happy most of the time. He didn't know if their marriage could be saved or not, but he knew fucking Kasey wouldn't help, no matter how enjoyable it might be in the moment.

When they got to work, he explained that they had a meeting at 9 a.m.

"I have a little project I am working on," Kasey said. "Would you mind if missed the meeting and worked on that instead. It's for work, I promise."

"Um, sure," Michael said, surprised. He had assigned her no such projects. "What are you working on?"

"Well, I want to learn how to present to clients the way you do," Kasey said. "So I've been working on a presentation. I would like to present it to you and get your feedback. I've learned so much from you already, but I learn a lot by doing, so I thought this would be a good way to learn."

"I love it," Michael said. "I'm impressed. Not many people take initiative like that. Of course you can work on it and I look forward to seeing your presentation whenever you have it prepared."

"When will you be back, sir?" she asked, biting her lip nervously. She didn't do it to be sexy, but it was very sexy to Michael.

"I should be back by 11," he said. "If you're ready then, you can give your presentation and then we can get lunch," he said.

"Sounds great, sir," she said. She waited until he left, then grabbed her laptop and phone. She called Jackson and gave him the update. He assured her he was almost done and shared the presentation with her.

"This is wild, Kase," he said. She had him on speaker. "Are you really going to show him this?"

"Yes," she said. "I know it's crazy, but I have to. It's the only way for him to understand. I just hope it works."

They went through the presentation, slide by slide, making edits and additions here and there. But overall, Jackson had done a great job of making her inspired middle-of-the-night vision a reality.

"Thank you so much, Jackson," she said. "You're amazing."

"You're welcome," he said. "But don't forget, you're going to pay me back, right?"

"Of course," she said. "You've spent what, seven hours on this? Seems only fair you get seven hours of me in return. You did what I wanted for me, so I'll do what you wanted for you. Fair trade?"

"Fair trade," Jackson agreed, his mind spinning at all the things he could make her do during a seven-hour period. "Just let me know if you need anything else. Good luck, Kase."

Kasey checked the time. It was 10:30. She flipped nervously through the presentation and made sure it projected properly on the screen. The title page was a bit cryptic, but she liked it. The title was "The Case for Kasey" and included a montage of photos of her, including ones of her tennis and cheerleading days, as well as more recent ones in a bikini, a mini dress, and a naughty schoolgirl outfit. Similar images were used throughout the presentation. Her goal was to convince him that her internship and training should include not only assisting and learning from him at work, but also at home, so she could learn to be a good girlfriend or wife and he could have the companionship and support he needed in the absence of his wife. She hoped this would all appeal to his practical side.

She was a nervous wreck by the time he got back. She was trembling all over, nervous that she wouldn't get her message across accurately.

Michael picked up on her nervousness right away and, true to his nature, tried to calm her. "Relax, Kasey," he said. "It's just me. I'm sure it will be great, but this is your first professional presentation. There are no expectations. Just go with it and trust yourself. Your personality is all you need to make it work. Present with energy and confidence. It's OK to be nervous, but don't be afraid."

"Yes, sir," Kasey said. "Thank you, sir. You're so sweet."

Kasey took a deep breath as Michael took a seat at the table and she turned on the presentation, the title slide appearing on the screen. "Good morning, Mr. Brandt," she began. "Thank you for the opportunity to present to you today. As you know, there are many people you could hire to be your assistant, both in and out of the office. I am here to explain to you why I believe I would make the ideal full-time assistant for you. I plan to share with you my weaknesses and strengths, how I would benefit from the position, and how you would benefit as well. Please feel free to ask questions at any time."

Michael nodded with a slight smile, encouraging her to go on. He found her choice of images curious, but chalked it up to her youth and sexual awakening - obvious from last night - and decided not to address the unprofessionalism so early in the presentation. He jotted a note on his pad instead.

Kasey advanced the next slide, which contained an image of her in one of the outfits she wore to work this week, and another of her laying in Megan's bed, wearing only a thin white shirt, her long legs exposed in the shot. The title of the slide was "Where We Are Now."

"Where we are now is I'm your intern and I know I'm basically just in your way. I'm not doing any work tasks for you. I'm learning, but you're getting nothing in return. Out of the office, you're either picking me up in the morning or I'm staying at your house. I try not to be a burden, but I'm not cooking, cleaning, paying bills, or doing anything to make your home life easier. On top of that, Mr. Rothman is out of the office, adding to your responsibilities here. And, I'm so sorry to stay, at home you are separated from your wife and, as a result, you're doing everything yourself. You are doing so much. Your responsibilities never end. I know I can't replace your wife and I know I'm not an experienced businesswoman, but I believe I can help you in both areas.'

She clicked to the next slide. It was a picture of her in a pair of leggings and a sports bra, flexing her muscles. The title was "Enter Super Kasey!" The word "enter" was meant to have double meaning, though she doubted he would catch it. Maybe it would work subliminally.

"Super Kasey to the rescue," she smiled, making the same flexing pose in front of him now. She was gaining confidence having successfully broached the subject of his marriage. But the messaging was about to get much more direct. There was still a long way to go. "At work, I have much to learn about this business, but, as you noted, I do have a personality that people like. As your full-time personal assistant - and no, I'm not asking for a raise - I can take on the responsibility of handling your communications. I can filter your emails and respond to most of them for you. I can help with your dry cleaning, errands, and appointments. I can make your presentations. In meetings, I can have more presence if I'm your assistant than your intern. I can have more influence. Business women will respect that I am a budding businesswoman and will respect what I have to say. And businessmen, well, at the risk of sounding conceited, they tend to like looking at a pretty girl. I don't mind flirting and revealing a little bit. It all helps soften them up. They will be more receptive, will negotiate more easily. The meetings will be more pleasant, less contentious. I specialize in setting a positive tone. You specialize in closing the deal."