2 comments/ 83346 views/ 7 favorites The Voice of Command By: Wyden Long Today is my eighteenth birthday and nobody has even acted like they give a flying fuck how old I am. Being eighteen sucks, anyway. Big time. You're old enough to die for your country, but can't buy a beer. At least I can get into the porno theaters, even if the titty bars are closed to me. Of course, my buds and I have been renting xxxx-rated videos for years, so seeing booty on the screen isn't all that new, but it sure doesn't take the place of what it must feel like to have a nice warm pussy wrapped around your straining hardon. Yeah, that's right. I don't know how it feels. I'm a fucking virgin. Not by choice, you understand, but from lack of opportunity. Ok, so there may have been opportunities to lose my cherry, but the conditions were never right. I may be a guy, but I still want my first time to be a little special, not just a fading memory of some old hag with missing teeth and holes in her stockings. When I try to go to sleep, my dick is so painful it's hard to ignore it long enough to drop off. When I wake up, it's so hard there isn't enough loose skin left over on my body to close my eyelids. I'm dying for a little pussy, but do you think any girl or woman will give me any? Nooooooh. No, no, no. No and then no and no again. What would it cost them to just let me dip my wick for a minute or two? As horny as I stay, it shouldn't take more than a few seconds of their time. Why should pussy be so hard to get? I watch the girls in class, with their short skirts and long legs, flirting with the guys they are going to fuck after class and try to imagine one of them (or even two) saying, "Hey Roy! How about a quick fuck after class? Which one of us do you want first? Would you like a blow job and fries with that, sir?" I watch my sister, running around the house in her underwear, teasing me beyond all reason, knowing that I dare not lay a hand on her. She's in college and is probably fucking the whole fucking team, but could she spare a little for her loving brother? You guessed it. She wouldn't miss it. The team wouldn't miss it and I would enjoy it so much, but nooooooh. My mom is bending over the table, putting the dishes out for dinner. I watch her ass cheeks clutching her dress as she extends herself to reach the other side. Her dress gets caught in the crack of her ass and makes me want to run up behind her and throw a ten-second quickie into her before she can stand up, but something holds me back. Perhaps it is the expectation of instant death at the hands of my father when he gets home. "You little prick! This is my woman. I can fuck her any time I like, but you can't ever fuck her. I can bang her silly, till the pictures fall off the wall in your bedroom, from the hammering I'm giving your beautiful mother, but you don't even get to watch while you jack off your painfulerection. "Painfulerection" has become one word in my dictionary. It seems that my prick is always erect and is always painful because all the blood in my body has gone there for a vacation. There certainly isn't enough left in my brain to allow me to think straight. I actually approach my mother's waving ass cheeks with my hands spread to cup them before tearing my eyes away from them and going around the table to see if she is showing any skin down the top of her dress. I almost trip as I get to the other end of the table. From the side, I can tell that the dress she is wearing today has a scoop neckline and is fairly low cut. I'm going to get to see her cleavage! Oh, lordy, lordy me! Maybe even a bit of aureole if the gods are truly smiling at me, but before I can round the corner to get a clear shot, she puts her fucking hand over her cleavage. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!!!!! What the fuck would it cost her to let me see just a tiny bit of skin? If she doesn't want me to look, why is she wearing that dress? Oh, I get it. It's ok for the rest of the world to see the tops of her tits, but not her loving son who would give anything to kiss and suck her nipples like he did 17 years ago. "Oh, hi Roy. Did you want to set the table for me?" Yeah, sure. I wanted to set the fucking table. I wanted to throw the fucking dishes on the floor and throw you back on the fucking table and throw a fucking fuck into your fucking ass. That's what I wanted. "Sure, Mom", I say, instead. "What a nice son you are." She tousles my hair. Why can't she tousle my fucking dick, instead? Betsy comes flying into the room, dripping sex. "Is dinner ready yet, Mom?" I'll give you dinner, toots. Munch on this for a while and see if you get any cream with your meat. "Hi Sis. Got a date?" "Yeah!!!!", she breathes, real sexy. "Bill Withers is the captain of the football team and he is taking me to the movies. Ooooohh!" She squeals at the thought of so much honor being heaped on her blonde head. If her excitement didn't cause her tits to bounce around so wonderfully, it would make me sick, but I try to keep my focus on just one nipple at a time. My painfulerection tries to circumcise me on my zipper, so I shift it a tiny bit to ease the pain. "Moooo-oom. Roy is staring at my tits and playing with himself again!" Fuck! Can't even sneak a quick peek and prevent my foreskin from ripping without getting caught. "Now, Roy. You know it isn't nice to gawk at your sister, or to rub yourself so openly. Are you completely forgetting your manners? I even saw you trying to look down my dress a few minutes ago. Can't you control yourself?" Control! Control! Control! Something snapped in my mind. Something important happened to me right then. I have no idea what it was, but it was somehow connected with the science fiction story I had read last night and fantasized about the value of such a thing. The book I was reading was "Dune", by Frank Herbert. They made a pretty good movie of it with Sting doing a helluva job and it seems like the kid was played by Kyle MacLaughlin or something like that. I apologize right now for not spelling his name right. Go look it up if you don't like my spelling. Anyway, he was being trained by his mother and others to have unusual powers, one of which was the ability to pitch his voice in a certain way that caused others to do what he said, regardless. I don't remember the exact name right off, but it was something like, "The Voice of Command". In written form, it was easy to visualize. All you do is print it in italics and everybody knows what is happening. In real life, I tried to imagine what it might sound like and if such a thing were truly possible or if it was merely a neat gimmick to help the story. I had tried several different ways of speaking to help me visualize what it would have to sound like, but my dad heard me practicing and beat on the wall to tell me to shut the fuck up and go to sleep. "Didn't I know that some people had to go to work early around there?" I guess not. Must be the twenty-eleventh fucking million times I had heard that statement. Oh, does anyone here have to go to work early? You would think he had to get up in the middle of the night, the way he bitched and moaned about it, when he actually only got up about fifteen minutes before I did. I could hear his fucking alarm every morning. Who was he trying to impress? When that thing in my mind snapped, I suddenly realized I knew how to use my voice properly. It felt like I had known all along, but had simply forgotten. Must be a holdover from a past life. "!Sit down!!Both of you!" They sat. They sat immediately, without bitching or moaning or complaining or asking why or ignoring me or getting pissed because I spoke sharply to the. They simply sat and waited for me to tell them what to do next. "!Come over here, Betsy!" Like a lamb to the slaughter. "!Take off your top!" Her hands immediately went to the hem of her letter sweater and pulled it over her head. Her sweater hadn't hit the floor before her hands were behind her back, reaching for the clasp to her bra. Taa-daa! Taa-fucking-daa! Oh shit, oh shit. It worked! It fucking worked! My beautiful sister was standing in the middle of the kitchen with her bare tits hanging out for me to watch, and calmly waiting for my next command. My next command would have been very muffled at the moment because I had a mouth full of nipple. First one, then the other. They both sprung up like dogs sniffing a bitch in heat and turned bright red. "!Take off your clothes, Mother!" Would it work? Did it ever! Mom stood right up and dropped her skirt first, then her blouse came off, revealing the low cut pushemup bra she was wearing for everybody else but me, then it came off and she began sliding her thongs down her shapely legs. Damn, my mom was a stone fox! She stood by Betsy while I continued to play with Betsy's tits and ponder my next move. "!Take off my pants and pull my dick out!" They didn't exactly fight over my dick, but it looked like neither one wanted to be listed as non-compliant. I embraced my mother's naked body while my sister was responding to my next command to get completely naked. While I was enjoying her strip show and trying to absorb the ramifications and possibilities, I heard a voice from the doorway. "What the bloody hell is going on here?" Uhoh! Only one thing I could possibly do. "!Sit down and shut up. Do not touch yourself. Do not look at anything we do. You are not allowed to take part in our fun. Don't talk, don't even fucking breathe!" It not only worked, I had to give him permission to breathe after he started turning blue. I left him like that and went back to my harem. Which one to do first? Would it torture my father more to make him watch Betsy fingerfuck herself or not to let him watch, knowing that she was doing it? I decided on the latter. "!Betsy, sit on this side of the table where Dad can only see your back and give yourself an orgasm with your fingers!" Damn, she looked hot doing that! It made me feel so fucking good to know that my father was being denied the pleasure of watching something he knew was happening. Served the bastard right! He should have let me watch him humping mom a few times, or even let her suck my dick while he fucked her. There was plenty to go around. He was going to have a hell of a time getting laid around our house until I got tired of sleeping between two beautiful, completely obedient women. Could be a while, Jake. The best part of this command voice thing was that it seemed to make the person completely obedient. They not only complied immediately with your wishes, but seemed to want to do so more than anything in the world. "!Suck my dick now, Mom!" I figured she was a pretty good cocksucker from some of the comments that had come my way through my bedroom wall. Dammit! I would put Dad in my old room so he could hear every time I fucked either or both of his women. I would teach the old fart who was in charge. So far, I wasn't doing too bad, for a virgin. My cheerleader sister is a few feet away, plunging two or three fingers in and out of her swampy cunt and my mom has the head of my dick so far down her throat that her vocal cords are right beside the good part. When she starts to hum, so do I. I don't know if she's cumming, but I sure as hell know I am. As many times as I have fantasized this experience and dreamed about it, asleep or awake, it was never once anywhere near as good as the way I felt now. I would have given up every secret my government owned, the last penny I had accrued, or even my life to have that feeling go on just a little bit longer. Unfortunately, my new voice did nothing to make my dick keep pumping after the first ten minutes or so. At least it didn't wilt. I bent Betsy over the table and rammed a pretty hard chunk of meat up her slimy cunt. Damn, she was tight! She either wasn't getting fucked as often as she claimed or else those college studs didn't have the same equipment I was throwing into her. I figured that it would be best to fuck her on my second round because she would be tighter than Mom, and it seemed that this had been a good decision. On the other hand, why should I assume anything when the other cunt in question was waiting meekly for instruction? "!Mom. Get up here beside Betsy and let me compare your cunts!" No sooner said than done. Now I was able to slam a few strokes into my beautiful sister and follow them up with a few more in my beautiful mother, for comparison. I decided that Betsy might be a bit tighter, but Mom really knew how to squeeze her cunt muscles, gripping my cock like she had a hand inside her pussy. We fucked until they were too tired to stand any more and I had Dad serve our plates while my women and I sat and ate. They both had to eat with one hand, leaving the other free to play with me or themselves or each other. When we finished eating, I had Mom and Betsy eat each other out before I took turns plugging their assholes. After an evening of constant fucking, I commanded Dad to sleep in my bed and both women to accompany me to the master bedroom. I could learn to like this shit! I woke up a few times during the night, with one or the other sucking my dick back erect or riding me like a bronco buster, then sank into a totally exhausted, dreamless sleep. I awoke in my own bed, alone. Dad was hammering on my door. "Didn't I know that some people had to go to work early around there?" What the fuck? Hadn't I told him to sleep in my bed? I jumped up and ran downstairs in my boxers, not bothering to cover up. My morning painfulerection was sticking out the fly when I rounded the corner into the kitchen that looked exactly like it always had--not at all the way I remembered from last night. Mom was getting breakfast ready in her flannel robe, like always. Sis was in her quilted robe that covered everything except her fucking eyelashes. "!Take off your clothes and suck my dick!", I thundered in my best command voice. "Don't be silly, dear. Put that thing away and sit down. Breakfast is almost ready." "But I don't understand", I was speaking more to myself than anybody else. "It worked so well yesterday." "Today's not your birthday, Bro." The Voice of Command "Hello. I'm Mr. Devereux to see Ms. Hill," I said to the receptionist. My voice was clear and authoritative, but not overly aggressive. I was standing in front of her desk, which had the usual assortment of secretarial accoutrements; a large phone, pens, paper, rolodex and computer, which she was busily typing away at. "Do you have an appointment?" She asked in a clipped tone without looking up. She casually tucked a strand of auburn hair away from her face as she continued to type. Her hair was in a simple ponytail that had probably taken an hour to get just right. I sighed. It was never easy. Glancing around the room, I saw three other men sitting on the chairs and couches spread around. They were reading or typing and all of them were obviously waiting for Ms. Hill. "No, I do not have an appointment. But Ms. Hill expressed her eagerness in meeting with me," I told her, irritation starting to rise in my gut. "She told me that I would have no problem speaking with her at any time today." "Well, obviously that is not the case," she responded, her voice rising in irritation. "If you would just ask her, I'm sure this is just a simple misunderstanding." I ran my hand through my hair, a sign of frustration. She tsked in annoyance and began backspacing on the keyboard. Finally she looked up at me. If she was impressed by my ridiculously expensive suit or striking blue eyes she gave no sign of it. "I have not been told anything about a Mr. Devereux," she spoke my name as if she doubted it was really mine, "and if she was expecting you, she would have told me. Now, take a seat," she commanded as she stood up, "and if she is interested in speaking with you, she will let me know." Taking a piece of paper from her desk, she walked to the filing cabinet against the wall near her desk and opened the top drawer. It gave me a good view of the person blocking me from my business. She was on the tallish side, probably 5'8" or 5'9" with the long, lean lines of a genetically gifted woman who has worked to maintain her looks. Her gray skirt stopped above the knee, and the smooth skin of her legs trailed down to patent leather stilettos that were just a shade under inappropriate. With her matching blazer wrapped around her chair, her tight cream blouse and pert breasts were on full display. I doubted they were real. This was L.A., after all. Obviously the file she wanted wasn't in the top drawer, because she closed that one and moved to the middle. Bending over at the waist, she gave everyone in the room a view of her heart-shaped ass as her skirt tightened around it. I couldn't believe this bitch. Even as the ice queen, she had no problem taunting men. I turned around, and saw all three men staring hungrily at her perky ass. I shook my head in disbelief. Finally finding what she wanted, she took out the file and turned around. She frowned as she saw me still standing in front of her desk. Strutting back to her chair, she sat, crossing her legs in a way that somehow managed to show almost all of her thigh. She looked up at me, her green eyes flashing in anger. From my angle looking down at her, I could see down her blouse to the lacy bra beneath it. Her cleavage was flushed with anger. "I told you to sit," She said sternly, pointing to the chairs behind me. "Obviously you have a problem following simple instructions, so I will speak slowly. Sit. Down." Rage is a powerful emotion, so I took a deep breath. I didn't want to do anything in anger. I walked over to the nearest chair and sat, trying to calm down. How could someone that young be so stuck up? She couldn't have been more than twenty-three. I guess growing up that good looking had instilled a sense of entitlement, but you would think she could do her job without insulting and angering people. After a minute, the anger hadn't gone away. It had sharpened, intensified to a knife's edge. She needed to learn a hard lesson, and I was the perfect one to give it to her. Standing up, I walked back to her desk. She looked up and saw me approaching, and her eyes widened in fury. "If you don't sit down this instant," she hissed, "I will call security and have you thrown out of the building!" Bending down slightly so my hands rested on the top of her desk, I spoke softly so no one else would her. "Touch yourself until you cum." "How dare you! I will have you-," She began, but that was all the further her threat got as she suddenly looked down and saw her right hand furiously rubbing under her skirt. "What did…how did...," she tried to ask, but confusion and the beginnings of desire disoriented her. "You have a choice, miss, but not a very hard one," I told her quietly, still not wanting anyone to share this moment with us. Her eyes flickered between my face and her crotch. Anger still made my voice harsh. "You can stay in your seat, and have a mind blowing orgasm in front of me and all these other gentlemen; or you can quietly run over to the bathroom I saw in the hallway and finish in there. But you will cum, and soon." Her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Turning quickly, I returned to my seat. After a few moments I calmed down. Why was I letting her get to me? Sure, it's been a while since I haven't had people groveling at my feet, but you would have thought I would remember what it was like before I became Mr. Devereux. Remembering what I had become, I relaxed. Sure, this wasn't going as smoothly as I expected, but that is what happens when you meet new people. Glancing over at the secretary, I saw her face flushed. Her hand was still working underneath the desk and small noises were coming out of her. She had completely given up on trying to work and she was looking around in desperation. Finally the situation dawned on her. Quickly grabbing her purse with her left hand, she got up quickly and rushed out of the room, covering her crotch with the purse to hide the fact that her skirt was pushed up around her waist and her other hand was busy in her underwear. The other men looked around, confused. I chuckled to myself. She might be hot, but she wasn't the smartest girl ever. I gave her another minute or two before getting up and slowly walking to the bathroom. I could hear sounds of pleasure faintly coming from inside. Slowly opening the door, I peeked in. Not seeing any other women, I slid in and quietly shut the door. The bathroom was lavish, like the rest of Ms. Hill's floor. The tile was expensive and the faucets glittered and faux gold. They even had cloth towels, instead of a dryer or paper towels. I could hear grunts and moans coming from the last stall. She was close, but she was fighting it. My shoes rang on the tile as I walked over to the stall she was in. I couldn't see her inside, because the stall had walls and a door all the way to the floor, but it was easy to guess which one she was in. She whined as she realized I was in the bathroom with her, but it was soon replaced again with groans of passion. I was about to order her to open the door when I realized in her haste she had never closed it. I smiled and slowly opened the door, locking it behind me. She was sitting on the closed toilet, her legs spread with her expensive heals on the floor. Her skirt was hiked up and her right hand was in her black lacy panties, stroking furiously. Her left hand was in her blouse, kneading and massaging her breast. She opened her eyes for a second and saw me standing over her, but before she could say anything she shut them again as she suddenly arched her back, throwing her pelvis forward and taking her ass cheeks off the toilet. Her mouth opened wide and she let out a wail that started low and finished high as the orgasm crashed over her. Squeezing her legs together, she humped her hand until her orgasm subsided. Then she relaxed and let her long legs fall open, an involuntary smile on her face. After a few moments she realized where we she was, and more importantly, who was with her. Her eyes shot open and she quickly closed her legs, covering her panties with both her hands. "Wha, what did you do to me?" she asked, nervously. Suddenly she started to get angry. "Get the fuck out of here before I have you thrown out of the building!" She yelled as she hiked her skirt back down. "Tell me your name," I commanded, ignoring her protests. "Ashley Wilson," she said, then covered her mouth in surprise that she responded so quickly. "You know what the problem is with acting like you own the world, Ashley?" I asked as I undid my belt. "Sooner or later someone will come along who actually does own the world. Then we have a situation like this," I said as my pants slid to the floor. She was a hot piece of ass, and her little show had gotten me rock hard. My cock throbbed in front of her as her eyes opened wide. "What the fuck are you doing? I'm going to have you in jail so fast, your fucking head will swim! You fucking asshole!" She yelled belligerently, her fists curling into balls of rage. Man, this girl was dumb. After a small taste of my control, she chose to ignore it and retreat even further into bitchiness. The last bit of regret and doubt fell away as her tirade washed over me. "Crawl over to me and blow me," I said softly, using the Voice of Command. "Blow you? The only thing I'm blowing is any chance you had at a normal life," she raged, as she got down off the toilet and began crawling towards me. "When I get through with you, you'll wish – Mrrlgh lrrgh!" The rest of her threat was cut off as she reached me and quickly wrapped her lips around my member. She tried saying a few more words before comprehension dawned on her face. I put my hands up on top of the sides of the stall and watched her reaction. First, she tried to pull herself away by putting her hands on my thighs and pushing, but her head refused to leave the head of my cock. She pushed as hard as she could as she cried out onto my cock in frustration. I held onto the stall so I wouldn't be thrown through the door. Next she tried to speak, but it only came out as muffled noises as her head continued to bob back and forth on my shaft. Finally in desperation, she began to hit my legs as hard as she could, but she couldn't generate much force because her body continued to rock back and forth as she pleasured me. I chuckled as the beginning of tears formed in the corners of her eyes. "Please me as you would please a lover," I Commanded. She immediately stopped hitting me as one hand sought the shaft of my dick and the other cradled my balls. She began to weep as she took more and more of me into her mouth while her hand pistoned and twirled on my cock. Her tongue flicked expertly around the top of my head, sending ripples of pleasure up my body. Man, this bitch was good. When she gave it her all, she was an all-star. Her tears flowed freely down her face mixing with the saliva rolling down her chin, but her eyes were staring daggers at me. I really wanted to blow my load down her sobbing throat, but I had better ideas. I pulled my power out again and Commanded, "Stand up and turn around." She complied immediately. As soon as her mouth left my cock, her cries echoed loudly around the room. "Stop crying," I said using my Voice of Command, and she stopped as best she could, reducing her wails to sniffles. "I'm going to fucking kill you," she spat, trying to look at me over her shoulder. "Ashley, you must be the dumbest bitch on this planet. Fucking hot, but dumb as bricks. Do you think you would be in this predicament if you had only done your job? A ten second phone call to Ms. Hill would have been all that it took, and I would have been out of your life." I called up the Voice again and commanded, "Bend over at the waist and grab the toilet seat." She immediately followed my command, presenting her perfect ass sheathed beneath tight, thin fabric. I slowly walked up to her. Reaching down, I traced a hand up her leg starting from her ankle and ending up at the hem of her skirt. She wiggled, trying to escape me, but my command held her firm. Grabbing her skirt with both hands, I lifted it up to her waist, resting it against her hips. Her black lacy thong was just visible between her firm, bare ass cheeks. "Stop! What are you doing?" she cried out, trying to get away but only succeeding in making her ass jiggle. "If I were you, I would speak softer," I responded. "With one word, I can have you believing I'm your only lover. If someone comes in, I might have to throw you to the wolves, so to speak." I slapped her ass firmly reddening it slightly. "If you value your reputation, I would try to be as quiet as possible. Do you understand me?" I asked. I slapped her other ass cheek, turning that one red as well. "I asked, do you understand me?" She nodded quickly, tears starting to leak again. Standing up behind her, I hooked my fingers onto the sides of her panties and slid them down to her knees. Her slit had moistened the crotch of her panties from her earlier orgasm. The smell of sex wafted faintly up to my nose as I positioned the head against her pink folds. "Please, stop," She whimpered. "I'll take you into see Ms. Hill right away. I'll do what you want." "You already are doing what I want," I responded, thrusting my cock deeply into her. The wetness of her pussy mixed with the spit on my cock, letting my large shaft slide effortlessly into her. She sucked in a breath as her vaginal walls expanded to take my girth. Slowly I began pumping against her. It felt incredible, her tight vagina squeezing my cock as I thrust in and out of her depths. After a little while her twat had loosened up enough to take some harder pounding, so I grabbed her skirt as a handle and began to pull her to me as I thrust. I felt my balls begin to slap her clit, and her hands gripped the toilet tighter in response. Each thrust she let out a small grunt, but she was fighting the pleasure as hard as she could. "Lick your finger, and shove it up your ass," I Commanded, speaking each word between thrusts. "Mm Nmm," she tried to say, but it was unintelligible due to her finger being in her mouth. "No!" she said after her digit had been fully lubed. "I've never done-!" As she was trying to convince me, her hand had snaked around behind her and was slowly pressing into her puckered asshole. "Uhgn," she groaned, as her sphincter opened up to accommodate her finger. Seeing this beautiful woman bent over with my cock in her pussy and her finger up her ass enticed me as I hadn't felt in a while. Gripping her arm below the elbow with one hand and her skirt with the other, I Commanded, "Fingerbang your ass" while resuming the hard fucking. Her hand immediately responded, sliding her finger in and out of her ass in time to my cock thrusts. After a minute or two, I slowed down, but her finger continued to gyrate in her butt. "Do you know why I am doing this, Ashley?" I asked. "Lick a second finger and use two to finger your ass," I said, using the Voice of Command. Her eyes opened wide while she jammed her hand into her mouth, and then returned to her ass. Her butthole must have been loosened up, because her fingers slipped easily into her ass as she resumed fucking herself. I slowly pulled almost out of her, before lazily shoving my cock back into her. I repeated this as I resumed talking to her. "I'm doing this for all the men you've fucked over with your attitude. I'm doing this for all the times you thought you could treat someone like dirt because of your looks. I'm doing this so next time someone asks you something, you don't blow them off. But mostly, I'm doing this because I can, and it feels really good." She must have enjoyed her ass being fucked, because she was grunting and biting her lip. "Do you want to see the power I possess over you?" It was a rhetorical question, but she shook her head in a vigorous no. Pulling the power of Command from inside me, I bent over and whispered into her ear, "Cum." "Unnnnngggghhh!" She groaned loudly. I held on as best I could as she shook in a violent orgasm. Her pussy spasmed wildly around my cock as it tried to pull me inside her completely. She arched her back until her head was looking straight up, her eyes closed tight in ecstasy. She pushed the fingers as deep into her ass as they would go. She held that position as orgasmic wave after wave crashed into her. Finally, the feeling subsided and her legs began to twitch, too exhausted to support her. She slipped off my cock and collapsed onto the toilet, he legs splayed out with her fingers were still buried in her ass. Her head rested on the closed lid of the bowl. "I'm not done with you yet," I growled. "Spread your ass cheeks with both hands." Her hand pulled out of her asshole and both hands pulled her butt open. Her sphincter winked at me, opening and closing slightly. "Please, no more," she begged quietly. "It's not over until I'm done," I said harshly. Bending over, I spat into her gaping asshole to lube it up before lowering the head of my cock to it. "No - nnggnn," she begged again, as I pressed my cock against her virgin ass. It resisted for a moment, but I kept pressing into it. Finally, the sphincter expanded to accept the tip. I kept up the pressure until the full length of my rod was inside her. "Ouch," she whimpered, still spreading her ass apart. Outside of the bathroom, I began to hear a voice. Suddenly the door opened and I heard a woman call out, "Ashley?" It was Ms. Hill. Ashley whimpered and tensed up below me, my earlier threat of disgrace still clear in her head. This was an interesting situation, one that I might enjoy. Since the stall walls go all the way to the floor, she will have no way of knowing who is in the stall, as long as I'm not heard. Grabbing my slave by her ponytail, I pulled her back to me and whispered in her ear. "Answer her, but don't do anything that will give us away." "Uh, yes Ms. Hill?" It came out strained, because I kept a firm grip on her ponytail, arching her back and opening her ass even more to me. As I heard the crisp stride of high heels walk towards the stall, I slowly began to stroke in and out of her ass. She grunted and bit her lip to stop from crying out. I continued my assault on her anus while the sound of shoes approached and stopped in front of the stall. "Ms. Wilson, why are you not at your desk," Ms. Hill asked sternly. The idea of another woman right behind us excited me, and I began to piston faster into Ashley. "I'm sorry…Ms. Hill…I'm not feeling…too well…," she responded as best she could, with only small pauses each time my cock bottomed out inside of her. There was a long pause, and my slave's body quivered with fear, causing her asshole to tighten until my cock hurt. "Ok, Ashley. Why don't you take the rest of the day off? I can finish here without you." "Thank you…Ms. Hill." Ms. Hill's heels clicked against the tile as she walked to the door and out. Ashley's whole body relaxed in relief. While I continued to pound her butthole, I pulled her ponytail and said into her ear, "You were a good bitch there, so I think I'm going to reward you. Touch yourself until you cum." Both hands immediately came off her ass cheeks and one went to her clit while the other went into her bra. Almost getting caught while getting fucked in the ass must have excited her, because after only a short while she started to moan in the throes of ecstasy. I started to piston in and out of her ass, feeling the tightening of my balls which meant my release was soon. Pulling her one final time to my mouth, I said, "Cum like the fucking whore you are!" Her whole body spasmed uncontrollably and her heels drummed against the tile. She began her loudest groan yet, but before she could start, I wrapped one hand against her mouth, quieting her to a dull roar. Her asshole tightened, massaging my cock as I began to unload deep inside her. Controlling her with her ponytail, I jizzed shot after shot of my hot semen deep within her bowels. The Voice of Command After my orgasm finished, I collapsed onto her. She reached behind and grasped me, pushing onto my cock as her orgasm continued to rage inside her. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally relaxed, nuzzling into me with a contented sigh. I had no interest in turning this into anything more than it was; a lesson. Pulling out of her, I stood up and looked down at her. Her underwear was still wrapped around one stiletto, her skirt was bunched up and wrinkled around her waist, her blouse was undone and one fake tit was hanging out. Her hair was a mess from where I pulled it and her makeup was running from the tears earlier and some of my jizz was running down her leg from her ass. And yet, she still looked amazing. But I'm not here to find a girl. If I wanted that, I could make her love me with a word. I wasn't lying about that. I pulled up my power again. "Pull you underwear back up. Do not clean your asshole today. When I leave, I want you to go to Ms. Hill and tell her you are okay to finish working today." She pulled them up, with a look of shock on her face. "I want you to carry my semen in your ass all through work today, to remind you of the price." I looked down at my cock, beginning to go flaccid. Semen and juice from her cunt and her ass covered it. "Clean my cock with your mouth," I Commanded. She sat up onto her knees and proceeded to lick my entire shaft, without any word of complaint or protest. It couldn't have tasted good, but she handled it lovingly, even sucking the last of my cum from the tip of my dick. I'm telling you make a woman cum like I just made Ashley, and she will forgive anything. And I do mean anything.