My phone rang at 7.30am.
"You evil, wonderful bastard!" Bill's voice was
ecstatic. "This is so much better than you giving me reports.
Hearing Lucy tell me so earnestly about everything she did and how
she felt - God, James, Josie got the fucking of her life last
night."
"Well, Lucy will be calling you every night for a while, old
son, so make the most of it - and I hope Josie has fun too."
"I'm sure she will, she was positively purring last
night."
"Would you like me to send you pictures of the cucumber
fuck?"
"Does a bear shit in the woods?"
"Okay, check your mail in about five. I'll password the file
- we wouldn't want Josie or the Chancellor getting hold of it, now
would we?"
"Good thought, that man."
"Right, sent, password: mesmer. Enjoy"
"Received and opening... HOLY SHIT James! These are
... incredible. I'm beginning to feel sorry I didn't push her
further when she belonged to me."
"You've got your 'up and coming's, but just say the word,
and we'll arrange for Lucy to fulfill your wildest fantasies. You
can come 'round here, where it's safe from prowling wives and
academics."
"I appreciate the offer, but ..."
"Tell you what, Bill. I still feel I owe you, big-time. You
remember the cottage by Coniston Water?"
"Yeah."
"I'm sending you a key. It's yours to use whenever you want
it. Let me know when you'll be there, if you don't want company.
It'll give you somewhere safe to take Lucy's replacement, if you
want, or to take Josie, if you prefer. If you do want
company, well you, I, Lucy and whoever you choose as Lucy's
replacement... Well, I can picture it, can't you? Don't refuse,
it'll make me feel better. "
"I've got no intention of refusing, mate. I... shit James,
you've really opened my eyes to a world of possibilities here."
I laughed. "Enjoy, Bill. I have to go, get today's training
sessions ready. Talk soon. Lucy'll call tonight. Bye Bill."
Lucy arrived at 8.45. I was glad to see she'd learned the
punctuality lesson. I'd left the door open for her and called out a
"Come in," when she knocked. From the living room, I could
see her standing just inside the open door, stripping automatically
down to her shoes and stockings, and behind her, I saw with a grin,
the milkman was getting a free show. The look on his face indicated
he was appreciating it.
"Shut the door," I called, and she did, shutting out a
face that had a happy that-was-a-bonus smile plastered all over
it.
As she walked towards me, I got the first opportunity to observe
what my arousal programming did to her. Her nipples grew and
hardened in a kind of beautiful time-lapse so that by the time she
was five feet from me they were as hard and high as American
hardgums - you know those kids' sweets all covered in sugar? - and
just as tempting to suck; her walk went from easy strides to a kind
of swaying mince in which her thighs slid over each other, damp and
slippery; her pupils grew noticeably, and her mouth fell just
slightly open. She transformed as she walked from Athena to
Aphrodite. She reached out and touched my arm where I stood and her
hand began to stroke.
"Good morning Lucy, I'm glad to see you on time today."
"Good morning Master."
"How do you feel today, Lucy?"
She dropped her eyes. "I feel dirty, master, like a filthy
slut. But at the same time, I feel hornier than a warren full of
rabbits."
"Do you like feeling like a slut, Lucy?"
"No, Master. I despise sluts. A woman with a brain should
never be so desperate that she'd beg a man to fuck her or submit
herself to his will. I like to fuck, but I've always done it on my
own terms."
"Always, Lucy?"
"Until yesterday, Master."
"So, what changed yesterday?"
"You did, Master. I've never been in the situation before
where it made me wet just to be with a man, but when I'm near you,
it's like I have no control of my body at all. I *have* to touch
you. I know that I'll do anything you want, just as long as it means
that I'll get you inside me. It makes me ashamed of myself, but I
can't think of anything when I'm around you other than having your
cock in my cunt."
"So, what you are saying is that you are my slut, but you
don't want to be?"
"Yes, Master, I suppose so."
"Do you want to fuck me now, little slut?"
"Master, Don't call me that! I'm not a slut! But yes... yes,
God help me, I want to fuck you."
"You are a slut, Lucy. You're my slut. You said so,
yesterday, when you knelt there and begged me to mount you."
"I didn't mean it, Master, I just needed you to fuck me so
bad..."
"And you need it again now, don't you Lucy?"
"Yes, Master." It was a whisper.
"So, what does that make you?"
"I..."
"It makes you a slut, Lucy and you know it." I took her
chin in my hands and forced her to look in my eyes. Her face was
burning with blushes, and there were tears behind her lids, but I
didn't plan to show her any mercy. "Say it, Lucy."
"I'm a slut, Master." She shivered, as if admitting it
made her cold.
"Whose slut?"
"Yours, Master."
"Company policy dictates that sluts answer to the words
'slut', 'bitch' and 'whore' as if they were their own name. Do you
understand that, Lucy?"
"Yes, Master."
"The bedroom is through that door," I pointed.
"Take me through there, slut, undress me, and fuck me. I want
you to talk to me while you do, tell me everything you feel, good
and bad, everything you want. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master, oh, thank you Master."
She almost dragged me to the bedroom, and her hands were quick on
my clothes.
"I love your body, Master, it's so perfect." She kissed
my chest and stroked my ample belly, "I don't know what it is,
but everything about it turns me on." She knelt to slide my
trousers and underwear off me and her hands caressed my cock, my
balls, my legs. And them pushed me gently backwards onto the bed,
straddling me smoothly and positioning her cunt above my cock which
was hard as diamond and straining up to meet it. "I
want..." she started to lower herself onto me "Oh GOD!
Yes, that's what I want, I can feel your hardness filling me,
Master, and I want it so deep inside. It feels so goooood!" She
leaned forward, so that her tits swung in my face, then cupped one
and held them to my mouth, brushing her nipple across my lips.
"Suck me, Master, please. Oh god, yes, yes, like that! Oh
Master, I'm on fire for you!"
She certainly felt as if she was on fire, as her hot cunt slid
over my cock in smooth swoops of her hips. Her clit was so erect
that I could feel it grinding into my groin, as she tried to push
herself to a climax that I knew wouldn't come until I allowed it.
Her hands stroked my shoulders and arms and I let her take my hands
and bring them to her buttocks. "Yes, oh yes," she
whimpered, "I want that, I, oh SHIT YEEES!" this last as I
bit hard into the nipple I was sucking and tasted her blood.
She drove her hips hard and frantically against me, arching back
so that the breast in my mouth was stretched and taut. I let it go
and she lifted her own hands to rub those beautiful tits while she
bounced up and down on my cock, sheathing it so deep in her cunt
that I could feel the tip brush her cervix. "I want to come,
Master, I want you to come - I want to feel your spunk filling me,
and ohGodohGodohGOD! THISFEELSSOFINE! I want to come, Master, I'm so
close, oh please god, let me come. I love fucking you master, I want
to fuck you forever but I have to come."
I could feel my own climax building in my balls while she rode me
like my cock held the answer to all her prayers, so I whispered
"Come now, Lucy" and her words became screams as her cunt
rippled around me, pulsing, squeezing as she tightened for my
pleasure. I bucked up, pulling her onto me with my hands so I was
buried to the balls in her and my cockhead was pressed against the
opening to her womb as it shot its stream of spunk into her waiting,
wanting, tight little cunt.
She was still riding me as I softened, her climax still
shuddering through her. I enjoyed my power for a moment or two, then
murmured "Stop."
Immediately, she slid off me, and down the bed, in a strangely
graceful movement, to take me into her mouth and bathe me clean, her
tongue finding every drop of our mingled come on my cock and balls
and following the trickle that ran down the crack in my arse. Her
immediate need sated, I put her into a trance and set to work with
more programming, since that, after all, was what these induction
sessions were for.
First, and most important, was a programme that would get her to
follow complex written instructions. There would, of course, be
times when I wanted her actions to appear completely as if they were
her own idea and desire, and I could hardly do that if I had to tell
her exactly what to do. Given her intelligence, it would be child's
play for her to read, memorise and then carry out a list of
instruction, shredding the paper. These instructions would be
identified by the heading "Desk of James Eaton For the eyes of
Lucy Fulton only", a moment's thought and I specified that
these instructions could also come electronically - I might want her
to join me on a business trip sometime, who knew?
Next I set up an imperative that said that the first order of
business in any office working day would be to suck off the boss. I
made sure that it applied to anyone fulfilling the 'boss' role, so
that Jeff or whoever I left in charge would receive the service
during my holidays - if someone takes on your responsibilities, he
deserves your perks.
An instinct to drop her eyes to look at the crotch of every man
she met, then lick her lips, and to suck her pencil exactly like a
cock when thinking were added to amuse the men at work, along with a
need to stretch erotically every half hour or so while sitting at
her desk, lifting her arms above and behind her head and pushing her
breasts out towards the men facing her. I had other plans for morale
raising, later, but planned to ease them in gradually - after all,
it was better to give the boys something to look forward to, rather
than hand them everything on a plate too soon.
With the new programmes in place, I decided that it was time to
take Lucy back to the office for a while. I didn't want the staff to
think I was being greedy, but as we drove, I had her masturbate to
ease the aching in her poor desperate cunt. I had her come almost as
soon as she slipped her fingers into herself, and she made a
beautiful picture in the car, her long legs spread wide, one hand
caressing a breast through the sheer fabric of her shirt, and the
other frantically rubbing inside her white lace panties. Her head
was thrown back and a happy mewling sound came from her throat. I
lost count of the number of men whose jaws dropped on the journey.
When we arrived back at the factory, she stank of sex.
First, I made suggested she apologise to the boys for "embarassing
them with her display" the day before, and then I left her to
lunch with them, her truth-drug command still on, as I went
into the office to prepare the next stage of her training. I grinned
as I heard Doug ask, "So, sweetie, are you enjoying being with
us at Eaton Engineering?" and she replied "Oh YES, sir. I
really wanted this job and I love working with Master... Mr
Eaton."
I wondered if they'd ask the right questions to get all the
information about our training so far from her. In case they didn't,
I loaded the cucumber pictures onto the company intranet, and sent
all the guys the URL, as a little treat for the afternoon, with an
introduction screen - "Increase productivity by ten percent,
and next time you watch it live." I thought it would prove a
better incentive than a week in Ibiza with the boys.
I watched grins spread over faces and hands stray to crotches as
she joined me in my office after lunch, and I knew that when I
walked round the office later I'd see one or other shot set as
wallpaper on pretty much every PC.
I sat Lucy opposite me and put her under again. What I wanted to
do next was going to take her beyond where she'd been before, but
what good is having a slut if you can't use her for your benefit as
well as your satisfaction?
"Have you ever had anal sex, Lucy?"
"No, Master, of course not, it's filthy and degraded. I'd
never let any man do that to me!"
Oh dear. There were those opinions again, there was the 'I'd
never let.' Obviously, I couldn't have that. No woman I'm
involved in can be allowed to dictate what she will and won't do.
"Of course you will, Lucy. You will, in fact let any
man do it, because you crave anal sex, deep in your darkest
fantasies, don't you Lucy?"
"M... Master?"
"You are simply dying to have some man shove his cock deep
into your arsehole, isn't that right?"
"I... um ..."
"It's depraved, and dirty, and sluttish, Lucy, and it makes
you ashamed, but secretly you've always wanted that more than any
other sexual act, don't you, my Lucy?"
"Y... Yes, Master."
"I knew it, Lucy, my sweet little whore. I can see into your
soul and see what you want better than even you can. Isn't that
right, Lucy?"
"Yes, master."
"Sometime soon, someone is going to offer to sodomise you,
Lucy, and when they do, you're going to look deep into their eyes
with your big green gaze, and you're going to say 'oh, yes PLEASE'.
Isn't that right, Lucy? You're going to love it, too. Once
you've been buggered once, you'll want it regularly. You'll offer
your arse for fucking as eagerly as your cunt and mouth, and you'll
come like an express train every time a cock obligingly fills
it."
"Yes, master."
I toyed with the idea of buggering her senseless myself, right
there and then, but although I had no intention of missing out on a
piece of that arse, sometime, I had another recipient in mind for
her anal virginity, which was the primary reason for this particular
branch of questioning.
I was tendering for a big contract with the an organisation whose
decision-maker was Rich Castle, a nice guy with a bitch of a wife.
She withheld the marital goodies far more often than she dispensed
them and I knew, having heard him say so on several drunken
carouses, that what wanted more than anything was to bury his cock
between a nice round pair of female buttocks. I knew that he'd been
fruitlessly begging his ice-queen for years for the privilege. I was
meeting him that afternoon to deliver the proposal and I was more
than confident that if I took Lucy with me, and let it be known that
she craved to receive what he craved to give, I'd be one contract
the richer by evening.
I called Rich to say that I was on my way, and told him that I'd
be bringing a colleague. Thankfully his office occupied a floor to
itself because glass was a big feature of the architect's design and
his eyes bugged out as soon as I ushered Lucy into his office. Of
course, since she took off her jacket as we sat, and that sheer
uniform blouse gave him an excellent view of some of her primary
attractions that wasn't surprising.
"I didn't know you had any female staff, James," he
commented, his eyes fixed on Lucy's tits, until she crossed her legs
and the stocking-top came into play.
"Lucy's new," I replied. "She works very, um,
closely with me. She provides some very, um, special services."
"And she worked on the tender?"
I smiled at him. "Oh no," I said, "I only brought
her along because I thought I might play cupid, for the pair of you.
You share a common, um, secret passion that neither of you have been
able to fulfill as yet. I thought perhaps you could discover its
joys together."
He looked me mystified for a moment, and then a sudden look of
hope, coupled with suspicion dawned.
"Are you offering...?"
"I'm not offering anything Richard. I'm just introducing you
to Lucy. I'm sure if you asked she'd tell you what her most secret
desire was."
He stared at her for a long moment, then whispered, "Lucy,
would you mind telling me your most secret desire?"
"Of course, Mr Castle," she replied with a blush,
truth-drug compelled, "I've always, in my darkest fantasies,
craved anal sex."
"And you've never..."
"No, sir."
"Surely a girl as beautiful as you would have had no
difficulty finding a willing partner?"
"I've only just admitted it to myself, sir."
"What do you expect to get out of this, James? It could be
construed as a bribe."
"Lucy," I said, "would you please pop to the
ladies and freshen up for a moment, I want to talk to Mr.
Castle."
She went immediately, with a murmured "Yes, Master"
that made Rich's eyes fly open.
"She's not just a whore then?"
"Nup. She really does work for me, and although her tasks
aren't quite what she expected when I interviewed her, she's turning
into a very promising little slut with training."
"I'm not sure I should ask any more."
I grinned. "Probably not. Look Rich, you asked what I
expected to get out of this. Honestly? I expect to see a good friend
get his heart's desire. I expect that the friend will remember that
I gave it to him, when he awards the contract - but I don't demand
it, and I think the tender speaks for itself anyway. I expect to
watch my budding slut get her very first buggering, and I do demand
a few photographs for my album - I'll make sure not to show your
face though. It's that simple. So when she comes back, just ask her
to let you bugger her, okay?"
Rich Castle looked like a very happy man. "Okay,
James."
When Lucy walked back from the ladies, he stood and held out a
hand to her.
"Lucy, as James said, it seems that we do share our darkest
desire. So how about sharing it's fulfillment? Would you let
me fuck your lovely arse?"
She looked at him, her smile ecstatic, "Oh, yes! Yes
please!"
I shuffled my chair to the perfect angle as he bent her forward
so that her hands rested on the dark oak of his desk and slid the
tight skirt almost reverently up her thighs to bunch at her waist.
"Are you sure?" he whispered in a strangled voice while he
slid the white lace panties down her stocking-clad legs.
"Beg, Lucy," I whispered, just loud enough for her to
hear.
"Yes, oh yes, please. I want this, sir, please. I want your
cock deep in my arse."
He hastily unzipped his trousers and scrambled out of them,
gazing at the beautiful spectacle of my slut's lovely buttocks,
framed white between black stockings and garter-belt, then gently
used his hands to separate them and expose the puckered little ring
of between them. As he rested his cock head against that opening,
Lucy pushed herself back towards it with a whimpering, "pleeeeaase."
His cock, erect, was a good ten inches, but he cupped her cunt in
his hand and pulled her back onto him so that he sheathed it in her
tight hole in one hard shove. They both yelled as his meat pounded
into her that first time, and I heard him say in wonder when her
juices gushed into his hand "Shit James, the bitch loves it! I
swear she's coming! and took her cunt with his hand as deeply as his
cock took her willing arse.
There was no doubt of that, I thought, as I photographed the
ecstasy on her face, the wildly arched back, and the backside that
pushed back urgently against the hard rod of flesh impaling it.
Rich was muttering "Oh fuck, yessssss!, Oh, fuck, this is
wonderful," while Lucy moaned her delight without words, apart
from the occasional gasping, Harder! which he was glad to
obey.
They were both like wild things, fast, furious and savage. He
almost lifted her from her feet by the end as he thrust like a pile
driver into the tender flesh, his face twisted into an expression of
almost tortured pleasure. I saw his body stiffen and he slid his
hand out of her cunt to grasp her jutting hipbones for the final
assault.
He came into her with a gasp, and she pushed herself upright
while his semen gushed into her bowels, her buttocks gripping his
pulsing cock, and her face turned to his for kisses, which he gave
her unstintingly.
I think he thought then that he'd died and gone to heaven, but he
was sure of it when he slowly pulled his cock from her, and she
dropped to her knees to clean him gently with her tongue.
While she ministered to him with her mouth, he said hoarsely
"I'll never, ever, have a ride like that again." He
ruffled the hair on her bobbing head and grinned at me, catching his
breath slowly.
At his feet, Lucy slid his clothes up to cover him and was
reaching for her own panties, when an idea occurred to me.
"Lucy," I murmured in her ear, "Company policy
dictates you offer those to Mr Castle."
She shimmied her skirt down, then held out the little lace bundle
with a smile.
"Would you like to keep these, sir?"
He just nodded, grinned and tucked them into a drawer of his
desk, which he locked. Then he turned to me
"The contract's yours. Right now, I swear you could have
every fucking thing I own, and I'd think it a good deal."
I held out my hand, and we shook on the deal. "Always nice
doing business with you," I said, and took Lucy out, my hand
resting on lightly on one cheek of that well-fucked arse.
I could see that this girl was going to be a huge asset to Eaton
Engineering.
