Transform Ch. 01

Lisa smiles and comes back to the task at hand. Her fantasy makes her curious and she shifts her right hand to John's left ass check. She confirms it is indeed well trained and perhaps even worthy of some playful slaps or even a few biteJohns if it comes to it.

And now Lisa is down to it. Lisa feels John's gaze on the back of her head. He is undoubtedly turned on. But it is more than that. John is just beginning to sense his mastery. Lisa is after all on her knees with his cock in her hand. From all he can tell Lisa doesn't care about her own pleasure. She just cares about pleasing John. He is bursting with adrenaline and testosterone. And it clouds his judgment. He doesn't see that he has far less control over this situation than Lisa. His mind made him believe is the sovereign with a willing servant. In his mind Lisa should be one of many servants willing to do his bidding; willing to get on their knees to honor him. They should sing his praises and swallow his cock down their throats. It is incredibly naïve - but completely male. John takes another long deep breath and waits for Lisa's next move and her full acceptance of his sovereignty.

Lisa senses all of this. She can see John's fantasy as clearly as John. She understands his longing. She knows that John - as successful as he is - still feels unappreciated and unloved. His accomplishments are unrecognized and invisible to the world around him. And now - in this moment - at last he is in position to subjugate the minions and to express his full and ultimate power. Lisa is not really Lisa. She is the object of his lust; of his desire; of his longing; and even of servitude. Lisa sees John as he is - a slave to his own self-pity. And even as John kindly caresses Lisa's brunette strands and sits patiently so as to not appear to force Lisa into anything she doesn't want to do - she knows that John really wants to fuck her mouth like a piston.

So Lisa does just that. She lowers her left hand to grip the base of John's penis. She forms an "OK" sign with her thumb and forefinger and drops her other three fingers to the side of his balls so they can caress and massage his scrotum while her head bobs. Then unceremoniously Lisa briefly lifts her head, positions her mouth over the now purple head of John's cock, drops saliva onto the engorged member, opens her mouth and swallows.

John moans hard. This is exactly what he wants - but never expected. In the past the women giving him blowjobs seemed to dance their lips around his cock - teasing, playing. He loved it but he also felt that perhaps they were never committed to the act. Their tongues would lick his tip while their hands tugged at his shaft. Half kiss and half hand job he never complained - nor frankly thought to complain. After all they were doing him a 'favor'. But now Lisa had - in one swift movement, swallowed his entire cock. He feels her nose tickle his lower belly. She holds him in her mouth - in her throat - for a few moments. Then she starts to work her tongue. It dances around his tip and shaft just like with his other female sexmates - but now his dick is enchased in a warm, wet and tight fitting compartment. He can feel the bulb of his cock actually press up against the back of Lisa's throat. Lisa lets out a soft hum. John thinks for sure she is gagging. But she isn't. She lets out a few more soft hum's then just as quickly moves her head back and releases his member to the cool office air.

His cock springs free from her mouth with a soft 'plop'. John moves his head forward from having thrown it back when Lisa had gulped down his penis. Lisa looks up past John's now glistening member - and up past his abdomen now heaving pumping up and down with quick and heavy breaths. They instinctively look at each other. Her eyes are wide again - but gone is the coy smile. Her look is purposely wanton, lustful and a bit tortured. She pants to gain her own breath. They both moan. Then Lisa dives in again.

Lisa picks up a rhythm. Not hurried but also not painfully slow. She dives then presses her nose against his stomach. She swirls her tongue and even forces a 'gulp' serving to constrict her throat around his throbbing dick. She holds this and changes the direction of her tongue. Then she withdraws, opens her lungs for some air through her nose so she can keep the purple tip of John's cock in her mouth. A slight pause. Then she repeats. With each bob her left hand presses tight around the shaft. The index of her left hand reaches and finds the soft spot behind the scrotum and it tickles the soft and forgiving flesh. Meanwhile her right hand moves it's way to his belly button. Her warm palm makes small circles - warming his skin. As she continues John feels the warmth reach under the skin to his muscle, tissue and organs. His whole mid section begins to heat up.

Lisa continues her slow bob. She hums and slurps and hums and slurps. Her tongue shifts directions and she lingers longer. Then she quickly removes the swollen muscle panting warm air as she observes the pulsing purple head and thick veiny shaft. Plunge - she immediately fills the void in her throat with the glistening member. Saliva covers John's cock as Lisa slowly pulls up. The wet slippery goo runs down the shaft and pools inside Lisa's firm left hand. It begins to collect and puddle. Lisa shifts her left hand just a bit to help the natural lubricant trickle down to her index finger. She hums and slurps some more.

John is now out of his mind. He is vaguely aware of his surroundings he tries his best to control his moans. He glances at the back of Lisa's head doing it's slow bob. Then he throws it back to look at the ceiling. Lights dance in front of him. Some are the harsh energy efficient halogens of the office. Others are in his own mind as his neurons began to fire in a frenzy. Again he glances at the back of her head and notices her hair. It was still pulled straight back and despite the exercise is keeping in its place. He smiles and wonders how often she has done this. Then he throws his head back again. The sensation is becoming more intense. He can feel the release starting - his cock swelling in that last moment before he cums.

Lisa feels it too. In most other situations Lisa would take control. She has several tricks to delay a man's orgasm even at this late point. But Lisa's plan today is not for slow and deliberate session. John is the master today and desires swift compliance.

Lisa's index finger - now damp with the spit and precum drooling down John's scrotum - begins to squirm and massage the sensitive area just behind the penis. The finger works the saliva around and around with each bob of her head. It reaches lower and lower to ever more private area's of John's anatomy. Meanwhile her mouth begins to clutch at his cock - sucking out all the air from her mouth as it pulls back - creating a vacuum. And with that John opens his eyes wide, buck his hips twice - forcing his cock even deeper in Lisa's mouth and releases.

Lisa takes the first load with John's cock stuffed deep past her uvula. Then she manages to pull his cock about halfway out of her mouth and holds on for the rest of the ride. The ribbons of cum jet out and splash against the back of her throat. Lisa is prepared and begins to swallow the viscuous liquid down her throat almost as fast as it is spat from John's intense release. Two, three, four times John bucks and releases his seed into her mouth. Lisa keeps one hand at the base of his cock and moves her right hand to his hip to keep him seated as he bucks. Swallow, swallow, swallow. Then with the last load she slowly releases her mouth and keeps the last of his cum swirling in her mouth which is by now combined with her own saliva.

John realizes he had just made a tremendous amount of noise. His groan seemed to him to echo through his office. A flood of thoughts and feelings now ebb in and out of his mind like ocean waves; He feels powerful for making this beautiful woman his slave; shameful for having sex in such a wanton manner; he feels worry for the potential fallout from such an unprofessional exercise. He listens for Thickety-Click. Did she hear? Is she about to knock?. "I'm the king of the world" he thinks to himself. Then "I'm such a pussy" he considers for being worried about the noise.

As John relaxes Lisa withdraws, licks his still thick cock to remove the still present fluids, and replaces the limp flesh it back in its place under his Hanes briefs. And then she notes his hands. They are still in their place on the handles of the chair. They hadn't moved. In other experiences with other men at other times - including her training - the hands would have grasped Lisa's head. They would have forced Lisa to swallow and swallow deeply. Her trainer and other men would will her into a rhythm of their choosing. They would force her down the entire shaft. Even if she gagged, they would grasp and hold her in position and then help her head back to the tip to capture a sweet gasp of air before they slammed the back of her throat again with their thick members. But not John. John - as predicted - didn't force her to do anything. She smiles. "On to the next test" she thinks.

Lisa raises herself up from her knees and John raises his head to look at her. He manages a smile and is just about to whisper a 'thank you' when Lisa forces her lips to his in a passionate kiss. Her right hand slips to the back of his neck and pulls his head close to his. She presses her well lubricated lips to his and swirls them firmly against his. Then she presses her tongue up against his lips. He takes the hint and opens his mouth. Her tongue quickly fills John's mouth bringing along with it the salty remains of Johns' own cum. She swirls her tongue and it dances with John's own. Lisa feel her own excitement surge and the tingle of her own sexual arousal creating butterflies in her loins. She knows she is anticipating her own release - but that would have to wait for some time.

They beak the kiss. Lisa watches John's face as it withdraws. John swallows, smiles and says "Thank You". John passes another test.

Lisa smiles back and winks. "My pleasure my liege. I don't know about you, but I worked up an appetite. What time is our reservation?"