Story of a Lifetime

Abigail wiped away the sweat on her forehead.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Charles said, kindly. "I forgot to offer you anything to drink. Can I get you something? Or, rather, have something brought?"

"A glass of water would be nice, actually," Abigail said. She wasn't sure if the room was warm or just her.

"Valerie," Charles said over his shoulder. Instantly, one of the topless brunettes was on the move.

"Who are the girls?" Abigail said. "Can I ask... um... what is up with them?"

"They're fantastic, aren't they?" Charles said with a grin. "Lainey, get over here." The other topless brunette hurried over to stand between Charles and Abigail. She still stood up straight and tall with no hint of shame or inhibition.

"But who are they?" Abigail said. "Who is... who is she?" She pointed a finger up at the topless girl.

"Well this is Lainey," Charles said. "She's a friend of mine. I met her a few years ago... where was it Lainey?"

"At college," Lainey said instantly. "You visited my dorm. All the eighteen-year-olds lined up and you picked which ones you wanted to be your friends."

"And you just... took her?" Abigail said, horrified. She was sweating profusely. She thought about taking off her jacket, but didn't like the idea of removing any clothes around here. Still, she could be in a bathing suit and still be the most overdressed woman in the top ten floors of this building.

"Took her?" Charles said with raised eyebrows. "Oh god no! No, I just asked if she wanted to come. I have never had anyone do anything that they don't want to do. Watch this." He looked up at the girl. "Do you want to leave, Lainey?"

"No, Charles," Lainey said. "Oh please, no. I don't want to go. Can I please stay? I promise, I'll make you happy. I just want to stay with you."

"Shhh shhh shh," Charles cut in. He stroked her ass, like he was comforting a puppy. "You don't have to go. I like having you here. We have a lot of fun. I just wanted to make sure you still want to be here."

"I do, Charles," Lainey nodded furiously. Abigail thought she saw tears in Lainey's eyes at the thought of leaving. "I never want to leave."

Charles turned back to Abigail and asked, "Can I ask what you article is about? Specifically?" As he spoke, Valerie returned and placed a glass of ice water on the table. Abigail was thirsty and hot, but didn't actually want to drink it. She still feared a trap. She left it alone on the table.

"It's... it's about how one of the richest man in the city doesn't have a job, is given huge sums of money, lives in a reclusive tower, and has apparently a plethora of women begging him to have sex with them," Abigail said. She tried to sound convicted, but the words seemed hollow.

"And... and that's interesting to people?" Charles said with a furrowed brow.

"I think it's interesting," Abigail said.

"Well I think it's more rude than anything, but I'm biased on the matter," he gave a shrug, then absentmindedly began to fondle Lainey's massive, perky tit.

"Rude?" Abigail frowned.

"Yes," Charles nodded. "It's just an invasion of my privacy so that others can have their curiosity stroked."

"Your privacy?" Abigail said. "You're a public figure. You're the third richest..."

"I'm not a public figure," Charles interjected. "What position do I hold? How have I put myself out in front of people? Who is impacted by my decisions? Or does wealth automatically mean one surrenders privacy? I could understand if I was a CEO or making a lot of noise about my money, but I've built a cocoon of privacy around me. I can hardly be considered a public figure."

"You built this cocoon with wealth that was just given to you," Abigail said. "More money than most people will see in a lifetime just landed on your doorstep."

"Legally," Charles added. "I paid taxes on every dollar. I didn't even claim anything for reductions on taxes. I paid every dime. Why do you care that I have money if I did nothing wrong to get it?"

Abigail was sweating profusely. She was also feeling like rather a jerk right now. She was having trouble remembering what her point actually was. He was sort of right, wasn't he? Yes, he had a lot of money and didn't do anything to get it, but... so what? If millionaires gave their money to a friend, paid the taxes to be able to do so, and no laws were actually broken, then what was the story?

Abigail looked again at Lainey, whose tit was still in Charles' hand. She was biting her lower lip and closing her eyes tightly, apparently greatly enjoying the fondling she was receiving.

"What about the girls?" Abigail said instinctively.

"What about them?" Charles asked.

"This is sick!" Abigail exclaimed. "You have a bunch of sluts catering to your every need. That doesn't seem wrong to you?"

"No," Charles said with a shrug. "They're not captive, Abby." Before she could correct him on her name, he continued. "They're here because they want to be. And I have them here because I want them to be. Everything you see if consenting adults enjoying each other."

As sick as the whole arrangement felt, Abigail couldn't actually come up with a reason why he was wrong. She had seen nothing that said anybody was doing anything that they weren't actively willing and consenting to do.

Charles let his hand drop from Lainey's tit. It slipped underneath the tiny skirt that she was wearing. Lainey's sudden gasp told Abigail exactly what Charles' hand was doing under there.

"I... I don't understand," Abigail said. "How do you just... have all this?"

"Well I think I've always been a lucky guy," Charles said with a shrug. He wasn't looking at Abigail anymore, but up at Lainey. He was watching her as his hand performed the puppet show. "People just tend to like me. They tend to want the best for me. They tend to want to make me happy."

"That doesn't just happen," Abigail said. Still, even as she said it, she asked herself if she liked Charles. She did, she was surprised to find. He was far from the cackling supervillain she had expected. He was a relaxed guy. The type that seemed like he would be fun at a bar on the weekend.

"My mother told me when I was young that I was blessed by the gods," Charles said. "That people around me tend to become what I want them to be. Tend to do what I want them to do. More importantly, tend to want what I want them to want." He shrugged again. "I think that sounds like a fairy tale, but I can't deny that people seem to like me."

It was a cute story, Abigail had to admit. Charles had charisma. It wasn't terribly far off to imagine Zues giving him a boon in life. It was like a cheap made-for-TV movie, but he was charming when telling it. Abigail was again feeling rather bad for assuming he was inherently evil.

"There's another story I tell some people sometimes," Charles said, "that I was a scientific experiment gone horribly right." He laughed and Abigail couldn't help but smile as well. "That in the final days of the cold war they were trying to make a political leader who could guide the new world, but instead they just made me so damn charming that they couldn't help but release me into the world to do what I wanted. I was too charismatic for even them to control."

Abigail had the distinct feeling that she was back in grade school, listening with rapture to story time. She resisted the urge to ask him to tell another. It occurred to Abigail that she had long since stopped taking notes on her pad of paper. She consoled herself that her recorder was still going inside her jacket.

"Then there's... well... I shouldn't tell you the last one," Charles said with a private chuckle.

"Oh, come on," Abigail said. "You can tell it."

"No, no," Charles said. He was still fingering Lainey. It occurred to Abigail that he was edging her. She kept quickening her breath, then the movement below her skirt would slow and her breathing would stabilize. For some reason, Charles playing with Lainey was doing something for Abigail. She shifted in her seat even as she further coaxed Charles to tell the story.

"Come on. Off the record. I promise." Abigail set the pen down on her pad of paper as a demonstration of her commitment.

"Well, it's a bit adult," Charles said with an apologetic smile.

"We're all adults," Abigail reminded him.

"Alright, fine," Charles said. "The other story... the one that girls like Lainey here swear by... is that I've got a magic dick."

Abigail raised her eyebrows in surprise. "A... magic dick?"

"Yeah, I know it's silly," Charles nodded. He seemed to be genuinely having a good time telling these stories and fingering the big-titted slut. Abigail decided she did, in fact, like him. "But some claim that it's my dick that makes everyone like me so much. Like, being close to it--even when I'm dressed--makes people like me. Being close to it when it's out makes me people love me. And touching it... well... something altogether else."

Abigail couldn't help but let her eyes drop down to Charles' pants. She scolded herself immediately for looking, but that didn't stop her from looking again. Sure enough, she could see a bit of a pitched tent.

"That is a silly story," Abigail grinned. She wasn't mad that she heard it though. She realized that she was very wrong about Charles.

"Yeah, with the other explanations..." he grinned again, laughing, "...with the other explanations, I grow on people. The longer they're around me, the more they want me to be happy. With the magic dick explanation... well... I tend to grow in people."

Abigail burst out laughing. Charles joined her. Valerie was laughing too. The only person who wasn't was Lainey, who was panting and moaning. Still, just because she wasn't laughing didn't mean she wasn't having a good time.

"Do you think that you have a magic dick, Charles?" Abigail asked.

"I don't know, Abby," Charles said with a shrug. "I don't know if it's anything special. I've always had my fun with it, but I dare to you to find a guy who can't say the same."

Abby smiled at the joke. This was turning into one of the best interviews she had ever had. In her mind, she was seeing the rewrites of her story present themselves. She had the story so wrong, she knew.

Charles finally took his eyes off of Lainey's panting face and heaving tits. He looked at Abby and asked conspiratorially, "Do you want to see it?"

Abby, with all the energy of sharing secrets at a slumber party, leaned forward and smiled. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah," Charles said with a shrug. "So long as you promise to be generous with your description for your readership."

"I promise," Abby grinned. She lifted a fist to her chin, then outstretched her pinky so it pulled on her lips. "Pinky swear," she added, flicking the tip of her finger with her tongue.

Charles grinned at her--she was quickly growing to love that grin. Then, he looked over his shoulder and called to Valerie, "Valerie, my hand is full at the moment. Can you help me out?"

"I can do it," Abby said quickly.

"Yeah?" Charles said. Valerie paused midway through her approach and Abby could see the disappointment on her face.

"Yeah," Abby said. She stood from the table and stepped up to Charles. She bent over, knowing that she might be showing some cleavage, but not minding. It wasn't like he wasn't always seeing some girl's tits at every second of the day. She unbuckled his belt from his shorts and then tugged on them. He lifted slightly, never breaking contact with Lainey's clit on his hand, and let Abby slide the shorts down. He was wearing boxers beneath. Abby wanted to take the shorts completely off, but couldn't reach while bending. The solution was easy. Abby knelt down in front of him, sliding the shorts off his ankles and setting them aside. Then, tentatively, she reached for the boxers.

"Careful now," Charles said with a smile.

"I'll be careful," Abby promised with a smile. She pulled at the front of the boxers, careful to slide them over the tip of his cock. Then, she slid his boxers down and IT fully emerged.

Abby decided in a moment that at least two of his stories were true. He was blessed by the gods and he did have a Magic Dick. Abby felt her jaw drop as she took the full sight in. It was a literal pillar of manliness. It was the most glorious cock she had ever had the honor to see. It was perfection. In just a moment, Abby knew that she had misjudged everyone from the moment she had shown up today. There was nothing nefarious about fantasizing about this cock. There was nothing odd about pretending to blow it so you could get off. It was extremely reasonable to appear before Charles only wearing the sluttiest shreds of clothes to preserve the faintest hope of getting pegged by this generous divine gift to womankind. Abby had been wrong about everything. The proof was standing tall in front of her, just a few inches from her face. Just a few inches from her mouth.

Lainey looked down at The Cock and came. She squealed, her pleasure echoing off the walls of the room. Charles didn't seem to mind. He kept fingering her as she came, her whole body quaking violently in ecstasy. Abby barely noticed. Her eyes, brain, and absolute attention were all focused squarely on The Cock in front of her.

As Lainey's squeals tapered off, Charles removed his hand from beneath Lainey's miniskit. He reached out and stroked Abby's face. She smelled Lainey's wetness on his finger and felt it on her cheek, but she didn't mind. She liked being touched by him. In fact, Abby was thinking a lot about touching Charles.

"So I was thinking about this article of yours," Charles said mildly. "I don't know if there's much of a story there."

"No, you're right," Abby agreed immediately. She already knew that.

"And I think that your readers aren't that interested in me at all," Charles added. "My privacy is more important than that."

"Absolutely," Abby agreed. She again felt guilty for even considering breaching his privacy just for a few points on the internet and some ad revenue.

"You can do better," Charles said.

"Yes, I can do better," Abby agreed.

"I think you can do better than reporting as a whole, actually," Charles said.

"Do you think?" Abby said. Her gaze never left The Cock.

"Yeah," Charles said. "You're not unattractive. It's hard to tell with all those clothes, but there might be an opening for you here as one of my friends."

Abby's heart leapt. She willed herself to look away from It and look up at his face. "Do you really mean it?" Abby said.

"Well I don't know," Charles said. "Should we do a little tryouts?"

"Oh please," Abby grinned. "I'll do really well, I promise."

"I know," Charles said. "Stand up and give me a look at that body of yours."

Abby stood, sorry to be farther away from The Cock, but eager to please Charles. She wanted him to be happy. In fact, she wanted that more than anything else she could ever remember wanting.

Abby dropped her jacket onto the floor. Her shirt quickly followed. To her everlasting shame, she was wearing a plain bra. She wished she had known how sexy this whole interview would have been. She would have prepared so much better. She stripped it off as quickly as she could, liberating her tits from that disgustingly stale cloth trap. No wonder that sexy redhead--who actually was lucky enough to fuck Charles!--thought she was such a prude. Abby's pants followed and then her panties. She stood naked, hoping she looked good enough for him.

For the first time since Abby had entered the door, Charles stood from his chair. He did a small lap around Abby's body, inspecting her. His Cock remained at full stature as he walked. He kicked away her clothes. Then he reached out, sampling with his hands. He squeezed her ass and gave it a few practice spanks. Then, he reached around and filled his hands with her tits. Abby wished her tits were bigger, so he could really have something to play with. She was incredibly jealous of the brunettes with those perky fuckbags on their chest. Finally, Charles dipped his finger into her pussy, feeling just how soaking wet she was. As he leaned in to sample her, Abby felt the tip of His Cock brush against her ass cheek. She gasped in delight and surprise. She had touched it. That one moment was suddenly a primal memory, something she knew she would keep for all time.

"Your body is alright," Charles said mildly. "I think we could work with it."

"I'll do anything," Abby nodded firmly. She didn't know what 'work with it' meant, but she didn't care. It sounded hopeful and that was enough.

"Well I'm not one of those guys that prefers natural to fun," Charles said. "I happened to come across one of the world's best... ummm... shall we say enhancement specialists? Anyways, he decided that he wanted me to be happy, so he offered me his services for perfecting my little collection here. He's down a couple floors. Most of my girls have seen him for one thing or another."

Charles walked to the table, bringing The Cock back into Abby's view. He picked up her notepad, tore off the page she had been writing on and crumbled it up. He tossed it to the side, then took her pen.

"Let's see, I think she would look good with a D-cup. Tighten up her ass some. I'm sure the fuck-preppers will do a fine job with her hair and makeup, too." He handed the notepad to Lainey, who had since recovered from her body-rocking orgasm. She took the pad and pen from him.

"Of course, all of this is a rather mute point if she can't do the basic stuff to make me happy," Charles added.

"I can do it," Abby insisted. "Whatever you want. I can do it!"

"In case your tour around my place didn't make it obvious, I have rather specific tastes," Charles said mildly. "I like girls with smackable asses and fuckable tits. I like gorgeous bitches who are eager to please. But my favorite part of a woman is not her tits, ass, or even her pussy. It's her throat.

"Nothing makes me feel quite as powerful, important, and horny as a bombshell babe throating herself on my cock. On her knees, like a submissive whore, gobbling down my cock for no other reason than my pleasure... that is my favorite thing about a woman."

"I can do that," Abby said without hesitation.

"We're going to find out," Charles said with a shrug. "But I should warn you... there really isn't any going back after this. I've never had a girl suck on this..." He grabbed hold of His Cock with one firm hand and shook it at her like a sabre. Abby's eyes locked onto it immediately. "...and not become obsessed. Again, the whole magic dick thing. And if you turn out to be an inadequate dick-sucker... well... you'll be going your whole life knowing what you want and not being able to have it."

"I want it," Abby said. "And I promise, I will not be inadequate."

"A lot of girls say that and then have a gag reflex an inch deep," Charles said. "You can train away some of it, but there's some natural talent involved."

Abby looked up at him with what she hoped was a seductive gaze. She traced her tongue along her lips in a slow, intentional circle. Then, she said softly, "Try me out and decide for yourself."

Charles shrugged and said, "Fair enough." He and His Cock stepped closer, inviting Abby to prove her worth. Abby smiled and crawled up to him. She placed her hands on his thighs to steady herself and took one last moment to survey the Glorious Cock.

It was game time. This wasn't something stupid like keeping a boyfriend happy. This was worshipping at the altar of the God of Cocks. This was not a time for self-respect or comfort. This was a time for enthusiasm, choking, and swallowing. Playing the whore wasn't enough. She had to find the inner whore within and unleash her. This was the moment that would determine her whole future. Half-throating it wasn't enough.

Abby reflected on what she had learned. The girl on the bed on the loft had been thrusting a dildo down her throat. It had been done hard and without hesitation. Deep and fast. The girl who earned her orgasm at the blowjob machine taught the same lesson. She fucked her face hard and fast. The blowjob machines told her to avoid the slightest touch of a tooth and to take all of the cock. It wasn't enough to take it "as far as she could". It was taking every centimeter of dick all the way in her mouth. And it was doing all of this at once.