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MasterPC Ch. 01

By: mstrhole



Chapter 01: The Beginning

Whenever he visited a city, David's habit was to be sure to visit every used book and music store his spare time allowed. He loved books. His collection filled a room in his home -- and those were just his favorites. Other books were stored in boxes in the basement. He also liked music and was always on the lookout for old, hard to find, LP's.

If it wasn't for David's habit, this story would not exist. 

It was a Wednesday. A weak late winter sun was shining; it's light imperfectly reflected by the dirty snow lining the streets and sidewalks in jagged ridges. The pan handlers were out in force on State Street -- some of them playing instruments, others just making noise with change in plastic cups. He'd seen them before. He ignored them. He was headed for a used book store he liked to visit whenever he was in town.

The bell jingled as he walked in.

"Mind if I just smell the books," he said to the clerk behind the counter, smiling.

"Not at all. Please do," she said. She recognized him from his previous visits and knew he would never come in merely for the distinctive odor of old paper and mildew. He would leave with a bag full of books.

David wandered up and down the stacks with no particular goal in mind. He really did like the smell and texture of real books. E-books were distasteful to him. He paused before a collection of the works of Rafael Sabatini looking for a volume that wasn't already part of his collection. He spotted one that didn't look familiar. "The Kings Minion," he said to himself, "I don't recall reading this one." 

He grasped the black cover and pulled the volume off the shelf, and as he did his whole life was changed. There was a CDROM tucked inside the book -- no jewel case. He noticed it because it started to slip out from between the book's musty old pages.

Catching the disk in his other hand, he examined it. There was writing on it -- someone had labeled the disk with a Sharpie ™.

"Master PC," he read. "Hold on. Where have I seen THIS before," he murmured to himself. And then it dawned on him -- the reason it looked familiar.

"Oh, come on," he said, not believing that what he was looking at could possibly be what it seemed. "That's just a story on the 'net. I suppose someone's just put this here as a joke. Well, I'll take it home and see what it really is. Probably someone's porno collection."

Still, the possibility that it MIGHT be real was enough to distract him from his search through the stacks. He pocketed the CDROM, paid for the book, and directed his footsteps back to the Doubletree, where his laptop sat sleeping on the desk. He had a few hours to kill; that was why he'd been strolling up and down State Street to begin with. Gaining the privacy of his room, David threw his hat, coat, gloves, and suit jacket on the bed, and woke up his old laptop. He inserted the disc and waited. He heard the CDROM drive spin up to speed as the autorun sequence began. When the prompt asked if he wanted to install MasterPC, he answered yes, and waited. The screen went blank for a few seconds -- it seemed longer than that to him. When his desktop returned, a message box containing the words "installation complete" appeared and he noticed a new icon on the desktop. He double-clicked it and a small 3-D logo "Master PC" popped up and an audio file began to play as other words scrolled across the screen.

"Welcome to the Master Command Center... where the Master allows you to become a virtual god to the people around you... Now, you possess the power to bend their reality to your specifications. You are the Master's representative."

The logo disappeared and a prompt appeared asking for his name. He typed it in. Now, he was prompted for a subject. 

"Hmmm..." he thought, trying to remember how the JR Parz stories said this thing worked. He typed in the name of a co-worker in the local office; someone he regarded as a friend. His pulse began to race as a 3-D image of the woman appeared on his screen; wearing the exact same clothing he'd seen her in just that morning. Her image revolved slowly in front of him. She was standing at attention, arms at her sides.

He chose "command center" from the menu strip at the top of the screen. 'Whatever you enter, the subject will immediately feel or become after pressing the 'send' button' appeared on the screen along with a box to type in the information or command desired.

David knew his friend had been struggling to quit smoking. So he typed in "You will stop craving nicotine from this moment forward. The taste of tobacco will make you slightly nauseated and you will never smoke a cigarette again as long as you live." Then he typed "send." While he was at it, he typed in some commands that would reverse the damage that smoking had done to her lungs and vascular system over the years; he also gave her an increased desire to work out, and better discipline about food. When he was done, he clicked "send" again.

Back at the main menu, he decided to conduct a test to see if any of this actually worked. Typing in his own name he brought up a 3-D image of himself and went to work. David was very overweight. It was tempting to type in the command that would transform him back to the body he'd had as an 18 year old; tempting but not practical. Instead he gave himself some discipline about food, removed his distaste for fish ("if it swims for a living I don't eat it" had been his motto), and gave himself the will to become physically fit. Of course, he gave himself a higher metabolism -- that ought to help with the weight, he thought to himself as he typed in the command. He knew these changes would take a while to be felt, so he decided to try something else.

Being male, David was, of course, somewhat obsessive about the size of his penis. He felt that he'd been shorted in that department and resolved to do something about it. So, he typed in a command that would cause his penis to increase in length to 10 inches with substantial girth as well and clicked "send." Instantly he felt a tingling in his groin and some discomfort in his shorts. He got up and dropped his slacks and underwear.

"Holy ....!" He stared into the mirror at the long, thick, stalk hanging below his balls. He laughed -- laughed so hard that tears ran down his face. Almost tentatively he reached down and grasped his new endowment, gently stroking it. He closed his eyes and continued touching himself. His new cock quickly stiffened in his hand. He looked down and saw, for the first time in years, a cock protruding from below his belly. He hadn't seen his dick in anything but a mirror in quite a while. It was long and thick and hard and he felt it throb in his fist. He could do some serious damage with a cock like this. He shook his head as if shooing a fly and got himself back under control; there was work to do. 

He began to make other modifications. He gave himself another 50 points of I.Q. (his intelligence quotient had already been measured at over 150 -- now it would be over 200), improved his strength, reflexes, stamina, and immune system. He also corrected his eye sight (he'd worn glasses since the 9th grade), fixed a hearing problem in his left ear, healed a voice box damaged by years of undiagnosed acid reflux (which he also took care of), cured his sleep apnea, induced hair re-growth on his head, stopped his ear hair and eyebrows from growing so fast, got rid of some skin tags, and made a few other minor modifications. He clicked "send" again.

David felt the changes course through him -- a tingling sensation started at his toes and worked its way up his entire body to the top of his head. He literally "felt" smarter. Problems that had seemed insoluble just hours ago suddenly had solutions. A new sense of energy and purpose flowed through his mind and body like an endorphin rush times 10.

More modification ideas flowed through his newly energized brain. His immune system would be proof against any disease; his powers of healing would be remarkable, regardless of the injury; his flesh would not age at the rate that everyone else's did; and his skin and muscle tissue would, in a matter of weeks, return to the tone and health of his youth. In terms of physical age, he would be 20 years old again, even though he would continue to appear to be a man in his mid-fifties. And, still, he had work to do.

David pulled a yellow legal pad toward him and began to make task lists and notes about things he needed to do. He made several phone calls to set certain plans in motion, sent a batch of e-mails flying through cyberspace. In a matter of a quarter of an hour he'd accomplished more than he had done for the past day and a half.

Getting up from the desk he decided to go for a walk. He quickly changed into something more comfortable, put on his Brooks Addiction ™ walking shoes, added a red baseball cap with a white "W" logo on the front, and headed out into the sunshine of, what was for David, a new day. The temperature was in the mid 20's but he paid it no mind.

David's brain was working furiously as his body was getting some much needed exercise. He'd acquired a new source of power and knew that in order to exercise it properly he'd need a plan. At 57 he'd been giving some thought to retirement. Two things held him back. One was the possibility that he might be promoted to the position he sought within his organization. The other was financial. He really needed three more years to make his retirement secure.

Now, however, he saw other possibilities. With his new found intelligence and his more than three decades of experience in his field; why not hang out his shingle as a consultant? Why not indeed? Before he knew it, David had walked up State all the way to the Capitol Building, around the square, and half way down the hill on East Washington.

He stopped, suddenly, taking in his surroundings. "I'm not even sweating," David said to himself with some surprise. Normally, assuming he'd have actually walked this distance, he'd have been dripping even in the subfreezing temperatures. Now, all he felt was the healthy glow of good exercise and clean air in the lungs. David turned around and walked back, taking a shortcut through the Capitol and back down the hill to the hotel.

A quick shower and a change of clothing and David was ready to resume his meetings. He didn't really fully return, however. One part of his mind dealt with his colleagues while the other was drawing up a new plan for his life.

One thing that occupied his mind was his cock. His new "package" was always at the forefront of his awareness. He felt its weight, he felt its size, and he felt the joy of possibility. The meeting broke up around half past four and he turned aside offers from co-workers to have dinner. He wanted to get back to his room as quickly as possible and try a few things.

Fifteen minutes later he was sitting at his laptop again staring at his own image on the Master PC console. This time his modifications were all of a sexual nature. He gave himself a whole clip of extra stamina, lots of sexual staying power, and absolute control over his own orgasms. He increased the size of his load; "eat your heart out Peter North," he chuckled. He made his whole body more sensitive to sexual touching and increased his ability to enjoy sex. While he was at it he added another 50 points to his already high I.Q.

David minimized the Master PC program to his task bar and then opened his web browser. Logging into his Adult Friend Finder account he looked for a likely sex partner. He'd been a member of AFF for several years and had never scored a single woman or couple from the site. That wasn't too hard to figure out though, as the market for fat middle aged white men with smallish equipment was not bullish.

Now, however, David was armed with something extra -- a big dick for starters -- and he approached his task with anticipation. His new manhood was erect and throbbing. David absently rubbed it through his shorts. Taking out his digital camera and getting out the ruler from his Day Planner ™, David dropped his shorts and laid his impressive manhood on the desk next to the ruler. He snapped a photo of his new equipment and then quickly uploaded it to his account. He deleted all of the pictures showing how fat he was ("that's going to change pretty soon anyway") and left only the picture of his lips, which looked fairly sensual, and his cock, which looked fairly impressive.

Then he began to search for a likely candidate for his first real experiment in using the Master PC to get what he wanted from someone else. He scrolled through a list of possibilities -- women of a certain age and marital status who wanted to meet an intelligent, witty, charming man for a little NSA fun on the side.

"That one, I think," he said to himself.

His intended sex partner was a woman of almost his own age. Married but looking for a little something extra with no emotional entanglements. David speculated that she got a lot of mail on the site. Her photos revealed a very well kept body for a woman of more than five decades in age, and her profile suggested that she had the right combination of intelligence and good humor that he himself possessed in good measure.

He sent her a note proposing that he buy her dinner at the Tornado. It was an old fashioned steak house in the heart of downtown just off the Square and also had the advantage of being very dark. It would be easy to get a very private table in a dark corner.

He told her a bit about himself and, without being crude, suggested that he not only had full sized equipment but he also knew what to do with it. He gave her his name and a cell phone number and told her to call if she was at all interested.

This last bit was a gamble, but a reasonable one. The number was from a disposable phone that he had purchased for the purpose of being able to call his internet girlfriend in Colorado whenever he wanted without worrying about a bill showing up later. In this case, it provided some protection from the risk he'd taken. He'd enclosed a face picture to demonstrate his seriousness.

Now, he would have to wait.

He browsed AFF for a while, switched over to Out Personals, checked a few things there, went through his various e-mail accounts, responded to some messages from friends around the country, and then he went back to AFF one more time before shutting down the laptop for the day.

There was a reply to his e-mail.

"Hi, David, I'm Darla, and your proposal is very tempting. My husband is out of town for the week and I have no plans for the evening. We just moved here, so I don't know anything about the Tornado, but it sounds lovely. I realize this is kind of sudden and rather risky on my part -- after all you could be a serial killer (lol) -- but I've got a good feeling that we'll click. So, if you'll write back and let me know how to get to the Tornado and what time you'd like to meet, I'll take you up on your offer. "

David grinned as he finished reading, then he went to work. First, he made a map of downtown for Darla showing the location of the Tornado. Then he called the steak house and reserved a table for 6:30. He sent the map along with his note expressing great pleasure in Darla's acceptance of his invitation through AFF and then began to prepare for what he hoped would be a fun evening.

First, he put Darla's name into the Master PC program and adjusted her viewpoint on overweight men. He didn't give her unnatural attraction to fat guys; he just created a situation in her mind where body size and shape was not an issue. He had a big fat dick and that would be all that mattered to Darla when the clothes came off. And, that was it. No mental slavery, no secret words, and no post hypnotic suggestions -- he'd use his charm, wit, intelligence, and humor to convince her he'd be just as much fun in bed as he could be out of it.

By six o'clock, freshly shaved and showered (again), wearing a very nice sincere blue wool suit with a pink shirt, silver paisley tie and matching pocket square, David was sitting at the bar of the Tornado enjoying his first Cosmopolitan of the evening. He was savoring the initial sip when he felt a disturbance in the air around him as the door opened from the street. He turned and there she was.

"David?"

"Darla," David said, standing up and going to her. He took her hands in his and smiled at her. He kissed her on the cheek, capturing a sample of her subtle yet sensual perfume. "You're even prettier than your pictures."

She almost blushed. But not quite. She was a woman used to the compliments of men.

"Thank you," she said, allowing herself to be led to a booth across from the bar. He set his drink down and then helped her off with her coat. She was wearing a black sheath dress with a strand of pearls at her throat. The dress showed off her body to good effect without being slutty. Her long legs were encased in sheer black hose. She was wearing a pair of black "fuck me" pumps. He smiled. 

"Something to drink, Darla?"

"White wine would be nice, please."

David went to the bar and ordered a glass of wine, also telling the bar tender that he and his companion would be ready for their table whenever it was available.

"Here you go," David said, placing the glass of wine on a napkin in front of Darla. He sat down in the booth across from her and lifted his glass.

"Success to crime," he said. She laughed as their glasses touched.

"Where did THAT come from," Darla asked.

"I read too many Spenser novels," he replied.

"Do you read a lot?"

"Incessently. I have a book in my pocket right now -- I never go anywhere without one."

"May I see it?"

"Of course," David said, smiling, as he reached into his jacket pocket and took out a copy of Terry Pratchett's "Moving Pictures."

"You weren't kidding," Darla said, smiling. "I like to read, but I mostly read non-fiction -- biographies, history, politics -- that sort of thing."

They discussed books they'd read, plays they'd seen, movies and music they liked -- no politics or religion, of course -- and their conversation would probably have gone on like that for some time if the hostess hadn't come and announced that their table was ready.

The Tornado is old. Old fashioned compared to a modern steak house. The lighting is dim, and the tables aren't squeezed together so tightly that you can't have a private conversation. At his request (along with a double sawbuck for the hostess), they were seated in a corner of the dining room, well away from other customers, and a majority of the light in that part of the room came from a candle in the middle of the table.

David held Darla's chair for her and then took his own seat opposite.

"A gentleman," Darla said, smiling.

"Not always," David said, smiling back at her. Darla raised an eyebrow.

"So, David, tell me something," she started, paused, and then having made a decision of some sort, went on, "what are you doing on AFF?"

"Same thing you are, Darla," David responded, smiling what his father would have called a manure masticating grin.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," Darla replied, looking down in a mockery of the term "demure."

They both laughed and the ice was broken. They traded marital stories, which were fairly similar. They ordered a meal and a bottle of wine for Darla -- David had another cosmo. They talked. The food came. They talked some more. Both passed on the dessert cart, although Darla looked wistfully at the chocolate suicide cake.

David charmed her with stories -- he'd always been a good story teller -- over coffee until at last came the moment of truth. David put his hands, palm upward, on the table. Darla looked at them for a moment and then placed her hands over his. David looked into Darla's eyes and saw both invitation and trepidation.


MasterPC Ch. 01



"Darla, I've really enjoyed meeting you and I'd like to get to know you better. But I can't do that sitting in this steak house, regardless of how dimly lit this corner is. I'd like you to come back to my hotel with me. I believe I can give you what you came to AFF for in the first place. I'm of an age where beating around the bush seems like a waste of time, so pardon me if I seem a little too direct."

For a moment, he believed that he was about to go down in flames. But, then, a slow smile appeared on Darla's face and she squeezed his hands in hers. 

"You know, David, it's really refreshing to meet a man who's not all 'what do you want to do, Darla,' 'what do you like, Darla,' -- god that passive aggressive thing drives me crazy. David, I find you very attractive for some reason and I'd love to come back to your room with you."

"Good." 

David signaled for the check, which he paid. He pulled out Darla's chair for her and helped her into her coat. Then he took her arm and they went out the door and into the street.

"Where's your car?" He asked.

"I took a cab. I get lost every time I try to drive downtown and I didn't want to be late."

"No problem, we'll take my car then."

They walked arm in arm to the parking garage just down the block where his car was parked. He opened the passenger side door of his 05 Deville and helped Darla in. Then he went around and got behind the wheel.

Darla pushed up the arm rest and slid over close to him on the split bench seat. "Before we go back to your hotel, I need to do something."

He turned to face her. She took his head in her hands and pulled his mouth down to hers for a kiss. She was a good kisser. So was he. The kiss lasted for about a minute.

"Do I pass," he asked quietly, smiling.

"Mmmm...with flying colors. If you do other things as well as you kiss this is going to be a great night for both of us."

"Then let's get going," he said, chuckling.

"We'd be fools not to," Darla replied.

Five minutes later they were in the elevator heading up to his room on the fifth floor. He put his arms around her and kissed her again. He kissed her thoroughly, deeply, and passionately. By the time the doors opened, she was moaning and pressing her body against him.

They walked quickly down the hallway and he opened the door. She went in first. He followed and set the security locks behind him. When he turned, Darla already had her coat off and was pulling her dress over her head. She stood before him in pantyhose, a bra, and her high heeled pumps. Her body was everything the black dress had promised. Her large breasts were barely encased by her bra. Her long legs were shapely and nicely displayed in sheer black silk. 

She was wearing a grin that would have looked good on a shark contemplating a school of mackerel.

"I want to know something."

"What would you like to know, Darla?"

"I want to know if that ruler picture was real or fake."

"Only one way to find out."

Darla stepped to him and began to undo his pants while he divested himself of jacket and tie, not bothering to hang anything up. By the time he started unbuttoning his shirt, Darla had his pants around his ankles and was pulling his underwear carefully over the bulge beneath the silky fabric.

One hand went deftly inside the shorts while the other pulled the waistband away from his belly (which she seemed not to notice at all). Her eyes were gleaming in the light from the desk lamp -- the only light he'd left on when he left the room several hours earlier. Her hand found his cock and she lifted it free of his black silk shorts.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," she gasped. "You weren't kidding."

Without waiting for an invitation she popped the head of his mighty missile into her mouth and began to lick and suck on it. She couldn't get more than the first third of it in her mouth at first but it wasn't for lack of trying.

"Easy Darla. Easy -- take your time," David said, laughing. "Help me get out of the rest of this rig before I fall over,"

Darla reluctantly released his cock, giving it a long smoldering look as she did so, and helped him get out of his pants, shoes, socks, and undies. Soon, he was naked in front of her, his cock jutting out proudly like the bow spirit of a clipper ship.

"One of us is over dressed," he said, in a low voice.

Stepping away from the pile of clothing at his feet, David lifted Darla to her feet and reached around her with one hand, unfastening her bra. Then he took her in his arms and kissed her again, feeling her tits against his chest and grabbing two handfuls of her pantyhose covered ass. Her arms went around him as their kiss deepened.

"David, please," Darla gasped as the kiss broke, "fuck me. Fuck me right the hell now."

He looked down into her face (not too far down -- in her heels she was nearly as tall as he was) with a wry grin and said, "What, no foreplay?"

She punched him in the arm and then broke the embrace. Darla quickly moved to the bed and nearly tore her pantyhose off in her haste to be naked. Her shoes went flying and the pantyhose were soon a puddle of silk on the floor.

"Don't take off the panties yet," David asked as Darla reached for the thin strand of fabric that did duty for a waistband of the thong she wore. "Turn around for me. I want to see you."

Darla stood and put her hands on her cocked hips. David whistled through his teeth. "Turn for me, baby. Show me what you've got," he whispered.

Slowly, Darla turned completely around, looking over her shoulder as her back faced him. "Are you looking at my bum," she asked in a fake British accent.

"Looking? No. Staring? Yes. And, I think we'll toss in ogling for good measure."

David walked up to her and tossed Darla onto the bed. He reached down and practically tore the thong from her body before joining her. 

"On your knees, Darla. I want you from behind."

"Ooooo...doggie is my favorite position. Give it to me David. Give me that big dick."

Darla was quickly on her knees, her ass pointed directly at the object of her lust. David worked his way up behind her, staring at the junction of her thighs where her sex glistened with the dew of desire, the lips of her flower opening and closing like a mare in heat. He gripped his cock in one hand and put his other on her hip for balance. Placing the head of his cock against Darla's pussy lips he rubbed up and down her slit, lubricating his dick with her pussy cream.

She moaned as she felt the head of his mighty truncheon begin to invade her pussy portal and she gasped as the mushroom cap slipped inside of her.

"Oh my god...that thing is huge," she gasped as more and more of his meat pushed her flesh aside to make room for itself.

David had never experienced anything like this in his life. Darla's pussy was a boiling cauldron of lust, and it was like a velvet vise around his new and improved manhood. He pushed it into her slowly -- he wanted to savor the sensation and he didn't want to hurt her. She was moaning constantly as she felt the invasion continue.

"Push back against me baby," David said.

Darla didn't respond verbally, but she pushed her hips back against him until she'd taken all the cock she could for now. There was still about three inches left to go.

"Fuck me," he said.

Darla began to rock her hips, impaling herself on his spear and then releasing it. Each time she went a little deeper -- just fractions of an inch -- until his balls touched the very top of her sex. She stopped, grinding herself into his groin, moaning in pleasure as he smoothed out every wrinkle of her inner chamber. He occupied every cubic centimeter of Darla's vaginal canal. The feeling was indescribable. The additional surface area of his cock had given him an equally enlarged number of nerve endings to absorb pleasurable sensations. He was in bliss, and judging by the clenching of Darla's pussy and her squeals of pleasure, so was she.

David gripped Darla's hips in both hands and began to be an active participant in the dance of Eros. He thrust his hips as he pulled hers toward him forcefully impaling her on his cock again and again. She grunted as each thrust bottomed out in her pussy. As he picked up speed her grunts began to merge into one long groan of pleasure.

"Yes!" she chanted with each stroke. "Yes...yes...yes...yes...yes...yes...yes...fuck... fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...make...me...come...make...me...come...makemecome... makemecome...makemecomemakemecomemakemecomemakemecome...commmmmm mmmmming!

As David felt her go over the edge into orgasm he picked up the pace of his thrusts, one part of his brain noting that he would never have had the stamina to fuck a woman like this just 24 hours earlier, pushing Darla higher and higher into sexual bliss and feeling his own pleasure mounting along with hers. He decided to let himself come with her, knowing he could summon many more erections before the night was finished.

"Coming!" he grunted as he unleashed a torrent of hot semen (no sperm -- he'd had a vasectomy years ago) into her love grotto in a series of powerful blasts. Feeling David's cock jerk and spit within her drove Darla through another series of rapid fire climaxes, leaving her panting and weak with exertion. Her whole body trembled. She fell forward onto the bed. David followed her down and pulled Darla into the spoon position, his cock sliding neatly back into her sheath as they lay together enveloped in the afterglow of good sex.

"Whew...that was intense," David said as he kissed the sweaty flesh on the back of Darla's neck.

"Intense? That was mind blowing," she replied as her breathing started to return to normal.

"I hope you're not one and done, Darla," David said certain that she wasn't.

"No way, baby," Darla said, squeezing David's cock with her PC muscles. "My god...you're still hard," she gasped, feeling that he'd lost neither length nor firmness after his climax. "Are you sure you're for real? Am I dreaming?"

David cocked his hips, thrusting into Darla's well creamed cooze. "Does this feel real?"

"OH!" she gasped. "I don't care if it's real or not as long as it keeps on fucking me."

"Wish granted," David said, beginning a series of almost leisurely strokes in and out of Darla's passion pit. He reached around her body with one hand and simultaneously stroked her delightful breasts and nipples.

"Mmmmm...this is nice," she said, enjoying the easy stroking of David's massive missile and the gentle ministrations of his hand on her breasts.

Darla shuddered as a series of small orgasms swept over her -- nothing like the cataclysmic climax she'd experienced earlier, but intensely pleasurable.

"I want to lick your pussy," David whispered in her ear. "I want to taste you. It's the dessert I've been craving all evening."

David's words wound their way into Darla's brain and shot directly to her clitoris which protruded, stiffly erect, from its hood at the top of her slit.

"Ohhhhh...god...I don't want you to stop fucking me..."

"Don't worry, baby, I'm going to fuck you some more. You'll be walking rather awkwardly by morning darling -- you can depend upon it."

Darla moaned in protest as she felt her pussy empty for the first time since David had shoved what felt like a baseball bat inside her. But she did not resist when David laid her on her back and spread her legs, pushing her knees up and back toward her chest. She was totally exposed to him and completely at his mercy. She whimpered a bit as that thought crossed her mind.

"Mmmmmm...this looks delicious," David murmured as he stared at the junction of Darla's thighs. Her crotch was a mess. His thick semen and her own secretions dribbled out from between a pair of very swollen labia, angry red in color from their recent use and gaped wide open revealing the depths of her pussy hole.

David gripped her thighs right at the tops of her ass cheeks and pushed her legs back farther exposing not only her wide open pussy but her asshole as well. Leaning in, he put his tongue right on the center of her anal opening and started licking his way slowly upward, lapping up every ounce of their combined juices as he went.

Darla's body was twitching as if she was connected to live electric wires of variable voltage. As David's tongue worked its way up to her thick outer labia she began to moan in pleasure. David took his time. This was, after all, his dessert and he wanted to savor every bit of it just as if it was a slice of his mother's pumpkin pie (with whipped cream, of course). Darla began to press her hips upward seeking greater contact with his teasing tongue, but David was having none of that. He held her in place and continued his oral examination of her most intimate erogenous zone. 

When he had thoroughly lapped Darla's major labia David switched targets and began to trace the edges of her swollen inner lips with the tip of his tongue. Round and round he went teasing and tasting; smiling as he felt Darla squirming in his firm grasp. He carefully avoided her clit, which was now an angry pink knot of flesh peaking proudly from its sheath. Darla's hip movements were becoming more and more urgent as David's teasing continued. Finally, he decided to put her out of her misery.

Sliding two fingers into her sopping fuck tunnel, David began to saw them in and out, finger fucking Darla's pussy. Simultaneously David captured her swollen clit between his lips and began to strum it with rapid movements of his tongue while applying gentle rhythmic suction. 

The effect was explosive. Darla's hips came up off the bed with such force that David nearly lost his grip. Her body went rigid, back arched, every muscle taut, her mouth open in a silent, for the moment, scream. Then her hips dropped back to the bed and Darla let out a wail that David felt would surely bring in the police. David kept up his twin assaults with fingers and mouth as Darla's body jerked and shook. She put a pillow over her face and continued to scream through one powerful climax after another. This went on for about a minute.

"No more," Darla gasped as she pushed David away. "No more. Can't stand any more. Please. Oh my god it feels too good. Stop, please, David, stop," she sobbed.

David gave the proud flesh of Darla's pussy a last, lingering kiss, pulled his fingers from her quivering quim, and moved up Darla's trembling body to plant a pussy flavored kiss on her lips. Then he placed the two fingers so lately marinated in their combined sauces against her lips as well and watched as she licked them clean.

"Mmmmm...pussy juice and cum...my favorite cocktail," she murmured, her breathing beginning to approach normal.

"Where'd you learn to eat pussy like that," Darla asked.

"I watch a lot of lesbian porn," David said, wryly. "Girlfriends Films, mostly. Some Sweetheart Video -- Nica Noel is a heck of a director."

Darla looked at him as though he'd just spoken in tongues. "What?"

"Never mind. Let's just say I've picked up a few tricks along the way and leave it at that."

"OK," Darla said, still looking at him with an odd expression.

David rolled onto his back and lay with his head on a pillow, one arm under Darla's neck cradling her head against his chest. She reached down and began to gently stroke his half hard cock.

"God, I can't believe I took this beast," Darla said.

"Take it you did," David said in a rather poor imitation of Yoda.

She laughed and punched him in the side. Then she got up on one elbow and looked at David with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"When's the last time anyone gave you a decent hand job?"

"Never. Unless you count the ones I've given myself. In which case the answer is yesterday afternoon," David said, chuckling. "Very few people know how to give a good hand job."

"Well, you're in luck then, because it happens to be one of my specialties. And this cock looks just perfect for my talents. Got any lube?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. It's in that bag over there on the floor next to the desk," he said.

Darla scrambled off the bed, her tits bouncing, and went over to the desk. She unzipped the black Lands End bag.

"What are all these discs," she asked as she rummaged around looking for the lube. 

"That's my collection of porn," David said completely without embarrassment.

Darla made a face.

"Where do you think I learned how to eat pussy so well," David said.

"Lesbo porn? Really? You learned to eat pussy watching lesbo porn?"

"Where better?"

She found the bottle of lube, and David was relieved as he thought about the butt plug and large rubber dick that were in the bottom of the bag -- he wasn't ready to give up all his secrets to this woman yet.

Darla crawled back up onto the bed and sat cross legged, Indian fashion, between David's legs. His cock, which had been semi hard rose to fully hard as he looked between those legs and saw her pretty, well fucked pussy, still leaking some of his precious bodily fluids onto the bed spread.

Darla flipped open the top of the lube bottle and grasped David's prick with her other hand. She poured a copious amount of the clear viscous fluid onto the head and upper shaft of David's erection. Satisfied that she'd used enough, she closed the top of the bottle and set it aside. Then, she took David's cock in both hands and began to slowly stroke up and down, squeezing her hands as she did so, twisting them back and forth, coating the entire surface of his cock with the slick substance.

Twenty four hours earlier, David wouldn't have had enough cock for her to hold with both hands. Now, however, there was a full ten inches for her to play with. David smiled as he watched her stare at his dick with a look of such total concentration that it was like she wasn't aware of another thing in the universe. Her tongue tip emerged from one corner of her mouth as she continued to work her hands up and down, up and down, faster and then slower, but always with a firm grip. His male monster was glistening with a thick coating of the slippery stuff that he always used to jerk off with.

This was, without a doubt, the best hand job anyone had ever given him in his entire life. It felt even better than when he stroked himself off -- probably because he was able to look at her while she did it, and the view was arousing to say the least. He was alone in a hotel room with a beautiful woman whom he had just fucked and sucked to a dozen or more orgasms and now she was sitting between his legs jacking him off. Life was good.

Darla applied more lube and then picked up the pace. Her hands stroked up and down. Her hands twisted back and forth. Her hands squeezed David's cock on every stroke. His hips were starting to move involuntarily. He was flexing his hips in time with her strokes. Well, sort of. He hadn't quite got the rhythm. She was smiling now, knowing that she had him right where she wanted him.

David was in ecstasy. His head was back. His eyes were closed. He was focused on those hands choking his chicken; the relentless pressure of those hands; up and down; round and round; faster and faster.

"I want you to come for me, David. I want you to shoot your load. Give it to me baby. C'mon...give it to me...give it to me...give it...give it...give it," she chanted softly as she worked his cock to a well lubed lather. David felt the orgasm begin deep in the center of his belly, and he had time to give one quick gasp of warning before the geyser erupted from Mount Dick.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGG!"

Cum was flying through the air. Darla was in her own little world of pleasure.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Shoot that stuff baby! Shoot it!"

She kept on stroking him. He grabbed her hands to stop her.

"Just squeeze it," he managed to gasp. "Just squeeze it. Easy, baby, easy."

Darla leaned forward and engulfed David's cockhead with her lips. He gasped as she sucked the last few drops of his cum from his now softening stalk. Then she began to lick the cum from his body until she'd gotten everything she could find. And, then, she lay full length on him and kissed him, pushing some of the cum she'd captured into his mouth with her tongue.




MasterPC Ch. 01



"Mmmmm, thanks," he whispered. "I love snowballing."

They kissed some more, basking in the afterglow of good conversation, a good dinner, and fantastic sex.

"You need to call me a taxi."

"OK, you're a taxi."

She punched him on the arm.

"How long are you here?"

"Two more nights."

"Really? Wanna do this again?"

"We'd be fools not to."

"Let's skip dinner next time."

"Works for me. What time do you get off?"

"Five."

"That's a good time to get off on."

"Pick me up?"

"Is it safe -- neighbors and all that?"

"I'll e-mail you an address where you can come and get me. It'll be OK. No one knows me in this town except a few co-workers."

"OK. Or you could call the cell phone number that I gave you."

"That would work."

She kissed him again and then got up from the bed and started retrieving her clothing. David watched her for a moment and then got up to put on something to walk her down to the lobby. He put his dress slacks and shirt back on, and slipped into his loafers sans socks.

Darla had skipped the panty hose and was wearing her black sheath. He saw her slip her panties and panty hose into her purse. He pocketed his room key and his wallet and they went out the door, into the elevator, and down to the lobby. David had the doorman flag a cab and then he went around to the drivers' window as the doorman ushered Darla into the back seat. 

David gave the cabby a pair of twenty dollar bills.

"This ought to get the lady anywhere she wants to go. You keep the rest."

"You got it man," the cabby said.

Darla rolled down the window and leaned her head out for a quick kiss. 

"Call me," David said as the cab started to pull away.

And she did. And they did. And that, as they say, is another story.



MasterPC Ch. 02



Chapter 02: The Case of the Mischievous Coeds

One of the easiest ways to get into trouble on the internet is to go someplace you shouldn't. Just like you would avoid a dark alley in a "bad" part of town, right? Except that sometimes you're trying to track something down and you don't even notice where you are until you've downloaded a file that ends up fragging your hard drive.

Sometimes when you're looking for someone or something on the net, someone is looking for you too. That's how David ended up tied spread eagle on a bed in a dingy room under a bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling.

It was six months since he'd found the "magic" disc giving him the power to change the reality of people around him. He had successfully managed to avoid using the special software for anything more than to make sure his wife and children were healthy and happy. The disc was safely tucked inside his safe deposit box at the local credit union. He had it installed on his laptop of course, but, like I said, he hadn't used it much.

However, his first uses of the software had made him much smarter than the average human being and better equipped than most men. He'd lost over 100 lbs in six months and was now, for all intents and purposes, the spit and image of his youthful self, circa 20 something. He had the reflexes of, well, something with really good reflexes. His hearing, eyesight, speed, stamina, and strength were all much better than average.

And, he had a ten inch cock.

David liked to troll websites like Adult Friend Finder for companions that he could meet while on his numerous consulting trips. Usually, once a woman of a certain type saw the photo of his equipment, and the body shot showing his six pack abs, he was assured of at least a date. Sometimes it didn't go any further than that. He had standards. Sometimes he decided he didn't like the woman enough to sleep with her. Sometimes she decided that he wasn't the one to make her wildest fantasies come true. Shit happens. Mostly though he got laid.

David not only had the body of a 20-something, he had the libido of a 14 year old. He required lots of sex. His wife, after complaining for years that he wasn't making love to her often enough, had started locking the bedroom door, and the bathroom door for that matter. She even put a lock on the laundry room door after one fateful Saturday morning when he'd surprised her while she was bending over to put a load of wet clothes in the dryer.

"Most men your age would settle for once a week, David," she had scolded him through the locked bathroom door one morning when he'd asked if he could join her in the shower. He could, of course, have simply altered his wife's libido to match his, but he was really trying hard not to use the MasterPC program to coerce people into having sex with him. That just sounded like rape.

Anyway, as I was saying, where was I? Oh, yes, as I was saying, David liked to hang out on AFF. He'd found some discussion groups and had gotten to know some of the regulars. On AFF, being a good looking guy with nearly a foot of Johnson makes you quite popular in a hurry. Word gets around, especially when your lovers start posting testimonials to your strength, stamina, staying power, copious ejaculations, and oral skills.

One of the places David hung out in was the "Younger Women for Older Men" group on AFF. It wasn't so much that he was really interested in younger women (in truth, he preferred women close to his own age because he liked being able to have conversations involving shared cultural references), but he was intrigued by the idea that young girls were seeking older men as sex partners.

Of course most of them were there looking for a sugar daddy. He got that message right off the bat. They assumed that their youth made them irresistible to the old codgers on the message board and that said old codgers would be glad to shower them with gifts in return for sex. David had never actually met any of the girls from the group but he had chatted with a few.

One night he happened to mention in passing that he would be in a certain city on a certain date. He almost immediately received a private message from "daddy'sgirl91" saying that he had mentioned her home town. She asked him if he'd like to "hook up" while he was there.

David almost blew her off, but, after taking a look at her profile and admiring her perky tits, tight ass, and shapely legs, he said to himself, "what the hell" and typed an affirmative response. She gave him a Gmail address, said her name was Heather, and told him to write to her when he got to town and she'd tell him where to meet her. He suggested that she should just come to his hotel, but she said she had a better idea. He raised an eyebrow at that, but he agreed.

A few weeks went by and the time came for him to make the trip. As he was getting off the plane he was thinking about how good the young blond looked in her photos and was hoping that she was for real and not some 400 pound truck driver named "Norm." As his driver was taking him to the hotel, David sent Heather an e-mail announcing his arrival. By the time he'd finished unpacking he had a reply.

David,

I'm so excited to finally meet you. Go to a place called Shenanigans. 6:00 p.m. Here's my face pic. Please send me one of yours in return. Don't be late.

Heather

David sent a reply (with a face pic) and looked at his watch -- 3:00 p.m. He had lots of time so he did some work related things on his computer, took a power nap, showered, shaved, and dressed in a pair of pressed jeans, a Tattersall shirt, a camel hair blazer, and a pair of cordovan penny loafers. He made a last check of his appearance, put on a little cologne, called the front desk for a taxi, picked up his wallet, iPhone, and room key, and left.

Ten minutes later the taxi dropped him off in front of Shenanigans, a saloon trying very hard for Irish pub. He smiled wondering if the menu was strictly corned beef and cabbage, or if they had anything decent to eat. He was hungry.

It was 5:30. He'd wanted to be early so that he could scope out the joint before Heather arrived. He took a seat at the bar, ordered a Sand Creek Hard Lemonade, and sampled some of the free popcorn. A small group of men and one woman were setting up instruments and microphones on a small stage off to the left getting ready to play what he assumed was going to be Celtic music. That would be OK. Better that then some karaoke singer butchering Duran Duran.

At about 10 minutes to six David saw Heather in the mirror over the back bar. He was impressed. She was early. She hadn't spotted him yet. He watched her examine the room. She looked exactly like her picture. She appeared to be about five one or five two, and probably didn't weigh more than 105 lbs or so. Trim and athletic. She wore her hair long and it framed her face nicely. She was cute as a button and sexy as hell. He felt his cock stir in his slacks. "Down boy," he muttered to himself, "plenty of time for that later."

Heather finally spotted him and came over to the bar. He stood to meet her.

"David?" she said putting out her hand.

"Heather I presume," he replied smiling and taking her hand in his for a gentle squeeze.

"I'm glad to finally meet you," she said.

"Same here. What will you have to drink?"

The bartender had appeared as if by magic. Heather was known here, apparently.

"Mojito," she said.

"Coming right up," the barman replied.

"So do you want to get a table and have something to eat, Heather?"

"No, I just wanted to meet you here because it's a public place and everyone knows me."

"Very wise. So, where to then? I assume you have a plan?"

"For sure."

Heather waved at someone across the room and as David turned to see who it was, she slipped a small white pill in his beer. David saw another blond cheerleader type heading for them, smiling at Heather. Heather stepped to the other girl and they hugged.

"David, this is Summer. Summer, David."

"Is this the guy you told me about? He's dreamy," Summer said, looking David up and down.

David took Summer's hand in his and said "nice to meet you Summer."

Heather stepped close to David and whispered in his ear, "How would you like to make it with two college girls tonight?"

David looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Two?"

"Yeah. Summer's on AFF too, and I showed her your profile. If you've really got ten inches in your pants we both want a shot at it."

"Aren't you worried that an old guy like me won't be able to keep up?"

"Somehow I don't think that will be a problem."

Summer took the stool on the other side of David and the three turned to the bar. Summer also ordered a mojito. When her drink came she raised her glass and said "here's to good times."

"Here here," David said, clinking her glass with his.

"Absolutely," Heather responded.

"So, ladies, what's the plan?"

"Let's finish our drinks and then we'll go somewhere else," Heather said, glancing at Summer, who was grinning like the Cheshire cat.

They chatted for a bit, and David found out what the girls were majoring in, what the campus was like, what kind of music they listened to (he did not immediately recognize most of the singers or groups).

His beer glass was empty.

Heather and Summer shared an unspoken signal and both finished their drinks as well.

"Let's get out of here, OK?"

"Sure, Heather," David said. "Lead on."

Heather and Summer each took one of David's arms in theirs and the trio waltzed out the door of the saloon and into the early evening air. They stopped at a white Escalade. Summer jumped into the driver's seat.

"Let's sit in back," Heather said, giving David a playful look.

"Best offer I've had all day," David said, climbing into the back seat of the big SUV.

Summer looked in the mirror to make sure both of her passengers were safely inside and then the big Cadillac sped off into the night.

Heather immediately slid next to David, put her arms around his neck, and gave him a passionate kiss, which he returned with interest. And that was the last thing he remembered until he woke up with a killer headache, naked, tied to a bed, staring into the light of a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling.

While David had given himself an immunity to the effects of alcohol, was protected from all diseases and bacterial infections, was proof against cancer, and generally the healthiest human on the planet, it had never occurred to him that he might need to protect himself against roofies.

He was bound with strips of bed sheet. Whoever had tied him up hadn't intended to do him any permanent damage. The knots were tight, but he still had feeling in his fingers and toes. At least they hadn't used chains. David tested his bonds and determined that he could free himself; it would be difficult but possible. Instead of immediately tearing his bonds and getting loose, David took a moment to gather information about his immediate surroundings.

The bed appeared to be the only furniture in the room. The walls were covered in some very old and very ugly wall paper. The place smelled musty, like an old house with a wet basement. It was chilly. He could hear sounds from other parts of whatever building this was. A toilet flushed, water ran through pipes, there were footsteps and the distant sound of muted voices.

David performed an inventory of his physical self. He could detect no injuries, although his ass was sore and his wrists and ankles were somewhat chafed from the restraints. For the moment he was OK.

"Well, this should be interesting," he muttered.

Flexing his muscles David managed to tear one of the sections of fabric holding his right wrist. He quickly untied his other wrist and then his ankles. Instead of jumping up from the bed and trying to get away, though, he arranged his bonds so that he appeared to still be restrained. "If it worked for Pippin Took," he thought, "it might just work for me." He wanted to see what would happen when someone came through the door. He didn't have long to wait.

Footsteps, only one set, approached the door. There was a pause, and the door opened. It was Heather. She was alone.

"Wakey, wakey," she said in a singsong voice as she came in.

David said nothing. His eyes were closed. Heather approached the bed. She sat on the edge, near his feet.

"C'mon daddy, wake up."

David opened his eyes and did a pretty good job of pretending to be disoriented.

"Wha...? What's goin' on?"

Heather laughed.

"Hey old man. You're in the attic of our sorority house. Some of us girls got together and thought it would be funny to trap one of you old horn dogs some time, and here you are."

Heather got off the bed, took off her clothes, and crawled back up until she was straddling David's face.

"This is more fun when you're awake. We had some fun with you when you were out of it, but this is better because now you know what's happening and who's doing it," she said as she lowered her pretty pussy to David's face.

David decided to go with the flow for the time being -- at least until he knew how many others were still in the house and where his clothing was. So he stuck out his tongue and started licking.

"Oooooo....yeah....daddy...lick it just like that..."

Heather grabbed David's head and pulled his face even tighter to her cooze, rubbing the wet flesh all over; covering his jaw with her juices.

"I've got you all to myself, daddy, and I'm gonna have some fun. My sisters are on a beer run, and it's just you and me, daddy, just you and me...lick faster old man...yeah...that's it...eat it you fucking pervert."

Heather was just starting to tip over the edge to an orgasm when David suddenly flipped her over onto her back, spread her legs, and shoved his big, and fully erect cock, into her pulsating pussy.

"What the fuck!" Heather screamed as David shoved his cock home. "Shit!"

David looked down into Heather's face, now a mask of fear mixed with arousal. He began to pump his cock in and out, each time going a little deeper. He had Heather pinned to the bed, her arms held over her head, her hips fixed to the mattress like a butterfly pinned to a display board.

"Give me a good reason not to kill you right now," he growled into Heather's frightened face. He had no such intention, but she didn't know that. All she knew was that an angry man about a foot taller and 100 lbs heavier was pinning her to the bed, his massive cock spearing her belly, with a look of barely contained fury on his face.

"Fuck it. You're not worth it," he said at last, pulling his dick from her quivering quim, but still pinning her shoulders to the bed. He put one forearm over her chest, keeping her legs spread with his to protect his groin, and very carefully he grasped first one and then the other of the pieces of sheet she'd used to secure him to the bed.

"Get off me you old pervert," she moaned. "I'll have you charged with rape. My sisters will back me up."

"Shut up, Heather. You'll do no such thing."

Heather struggled but she was no match for the MasterPC enhanced strength of her attacker and soon she was fastened, more securely than David had been, to the musty old mattress.

"Now, tell me where my clothes and other things are."

"Fuck off," Heather spat.

"So, that's how it is, eh? Have it your way."

David left the room, making a quick exploration of what he discovered was an old 2 and a half story house. He quickly searched several rooms. He didn't find his clothes but he did find something he could use to get Heather to tell him where they'd gone.

When he got back to the attic room, Heather was weeping with frustration struggling against her bonds. When she saw what David was holding, she blanched.

"No. Please. No. Not that. Please."

David slowly approached the bed.

"Heather, you've been a very naughty girl. Very naughty in deed. I think you need to be taught a lesson. You also need to tell me where my things are. If I'm not dressed when the other girls get back there's going to be major hell to pay. I've nothing to lose here, since you're already going to accuse me of rape. So, I might as well exact my pound of flesh along the way."

Heather was staring at him the way a rabbit stares into the deadly countenance of a snake. She was paralyzed.

David stood next to the bed. In his hand was a large Ostrich feather. Heather began to moan in fear as the feather moved closer to her flesh. David had also brought along a belt, but he had seen her eyes go to the feather first and that's what he was going to lead with. It would leave no marks.

"Please, not that. Fuck my brains out. You can even fuck my ass. Just don't use that thing on me," Heather pleaded, her eyes focused entirely on the feather as it moved closer and closer to her quivering flesh.

"Really Heather? Really? You want 10 inches of man gristle up your back side as opposed to a little tickling?"

"Oh my GOD! You don't know. Oh...please..."

"Where are my clothes?"

"I can't...we all took oaths as sorority sisters not to tell you until we'd gotten what we wanted from you..."

"You leave me no choice then," David said, smiling.

Gently, beginning at her feet, he began to stroke her body with the feather. She shrieked at the first touch and wailed like a banshee as the feather worked its way north toward the unprotected flesh of her belly and sides.

"Fuck!" She screamed. "No more. Please...I'll tell...I'll tell...just stop..." she panted, tears streaming down her face.

David took the feather away.

"Hall closet...just inside the front door," Heather said, sobbing.

"If you're lying to me, I will use this on you until you can't scream any more, you scheming little bitch," David hissed. He also noticed that Heather's pussy was drooling and its inner lips were swollen. Her clit was a tiny knot of flesh protruding from its sheath, deep pink with arousal.

David went downstairs quickly finding the hall closet where he discovered his clothing. He dressed and checked his pockets. Nothing missing except his wallet, which he discovered on the closet floor. He checked inside and discovered that his cash, about $200, was missing but that his credit cards were still there. He figured his money was financing the beer run. He smiled.

Back in the room he sat on the bed next to Heather.

He laid a hand on the baby soft skin of her belly. Her flesh trembled at his touch.

"Why?"

She did not respond and he began to drag his fingertips lightly across Heather's stomach bringing a gasp from her lips. She tried to twist away from his touch but she was bound securely and could not escape.

"Why? Don't make me ask again, Heather," David said, making a point of looking toward where the large feather lay on the floor near the bed.

Heather moaned.

"We were f-f-fooling around on AFF...just laughing at all the old guys trying to score college girls... We thought it would be fun to trap one and have some fun with him. Take a few incriminating pictures, maybe make a little money."

"Blackmail?"

"Yeah."

"Did you take pictures of me?"

"Yeah."

"Where are they?"

Silence.

"Where?"

David bent down and picked up the feather.

"FUCK! OK....OK...just put that thing away...ok?"

David dropped the feather on the floor again.

"They're in my camera, in my room. Next floor down, second room left of the stairway."

David got up once more, picked up the feather, and gently placed it on Heather's body along its long axis. The tip of the feather was just touching the top of her pussy. Heather was whimpering as he strode out of the room.

He quickly found Heather's room ("what a pig sty," he thought) and got the camera. He brought it back to the attic. He quickly snapped a few pictures of Heather and then removed the memory card, which he put in his jacket pocket.




MasterPC Ch. 02



"Did anyone take cell phone pictures?"

"No...now please, please, please, get this thing off me," Heather moaned.

He picked up the feather, got a shriek from heather as he dragged it across her skin, and dropped it on the floor.

"How long before your sorority sisters are back?"

"None of us is 21, so they have to go a ways to find a friendly liquor store clerk -- someone will probably have to give him a blowjob -- it'll be half an hour at least."

"How'd you get served at the saloon?"

"Summer and I have a deal with the bar tender. That's why I suggested the place."

"What'd you do to me while I was sleeping?"

"We all took turns fucking you with a strapon, we rode your cock -- man that thing is huge -- and we swatted your butt with ping pong paddles."

"That's it? Not very imaginative."

David was sitting on the bed again, running his fingers up and down Heather's belly from just below her breasts to just above her pubis. She was moaning again but this time it was not from fear. She was quite rapidly becoming more aroused than she'd ever been in her life. David stared down at her face and began to methodically and expertly stroke every inch of her taut flesh from her neck to her pussy.

No matter how much Heather squirmed in her bonds, she could not escape his talented fingers. He said nothing, gave away nothing, his facial expression completely unreadable, but his touch was ubiquitous and irresistible.

"Please...please...please...you've got me so fuckin' horny... Get me off...please...make me cum."

"Now, Heather, why in the world would I do anything like that? What's my motivation?"

"I'll do anything. I'll let you fuck my ass. I'll be your slave for life. I'll send you videos of me and Summer doing each other. Just please, make me cum."

"Heather, you really must learn some self-discipline," David said, smiling his most charming smile, the one that made his wife run into the bathroom and lock the door. Now he focused on her super sensitive nipples. He licked his fingers and transferred the wetness to the twin spikes atop her perky tits; he leaned over her and gently blew on first one and then the other. He repeated this several times before leaning in and taking one nipple into his mouth and gently at first and then with more power sucking on it. He nibbled with his teeth -- Heather gasped and he felt her hips heave up off the bed -- he sucked, he licked, and then he withdrew, once more stroking her flesh with his fingers.

He cupped her sex with his hand and began to gently rub up and down. Her crotch was a swamp of pussy juice. His middle finger easily slid between the swollen lips, penetrating her jade gate to the second knuckle. Heather squealed in pleasure and then moaned in frustration as the finger was just as quickly withdrawn.

"Heather, you're cute as a button, and if I had time I'd bang you like a drum until you couldn't walk for days, but right now, you really don't have anything I want. I would suggest you not try crying rape. And, I think you should close your AFF account. In any event, I'm going to warn my men friends about you and your little scheme."

David stood up and blew Heather a kiss. She screamed at him as he walked out the door.

"You bastard! Don't leave me like this! Please...I'm sorry...let me make it up to you... pllllllleeeeeeeeaaaassssssseeee!"

It really was pitiful. He almost went back and gave her pussy a good drubbing. But, he smiled to himself instead, and walked out of the house and into the night.

Back at his hotel room he checked his e-mail and then remembered the memory card in his pocket. He popped it into the card reader slot on his laptop and started going through the pictures on the tiny storage device.

There were a lot of them. Apparently, the sorority sisters liked to document their fun. If he had been so inclined, he could have made a fortune with some of the files Heather had on her camera. Finally he got to the most recent entries and found the images of what the girls had gotten up to while he was in roofy land.

"No wonder my butt is sore," he chuckled. They'd used a strapon on his ass and it wasn't a tiny one either. Fortunately, he enjoyed ass play and had done it enough that he was somewhat acclimated, and they really hadn't intended permanent harm -- they'd used plenty of lube and hadn't really gone to work on his ass until he'd adjusted somewhat.

"Wish I'd been awake for this part," he said.

His phone rang. It was his wife. He talked to her for a while, still flipping through the pictures, and then, when the call was over, he got undressed, set his alarm, and went to bed.

(Coming soon: Heather's Pennance)



MasterPC Ch. 03



MasterPC 3: Heather's Penance

After his incident at the sorority house, David spent the next day in meetings, making money, schmoozing the client, doing what he was paid to do.

When he returned to his room and checked his mail he discovered a new message in his Gmail box. It was from Heather. 

"This is a surprise. I wonder what she wants."

He opened the message.

Dear David:

I'm sorry for what my sorority sisters and I did yesterday. We had a big meeting after they came home from the beer run and found me tied to the bed and you gone. We were all pretty scared. What if you'd been some violent sex murderer or something? We were stupid. I want you to know it won't happen again. I'm taking down my AFF account, and so is Summer. We were the only two on there.

I hope you can forgive us for what we did. We didn't mean any real harm and we never intended to hurt anyone. You made us see that actions have consequences.

I would really like to make this up to you in some way. Could I come to your hotel room tonight and show you how sorry I am? I'd completely understand if you didn't ever want to see me again.

Heather

"So she wants to make it up to me and that involves visiting my hotel room. Well, I wouldn't need to be a genius to see what's going on here," David said. "What the hell." David clicked on reply.

Dear Heather,

I'm at the Hilton Garden Inn, room 715. Be here by 8:00 p.m. or don't bother coming. You need a key card to get to this level. When you arrive, call my room on the house phone in the lobby and I'll come and get you.

David

He clicked send.

"There. That oughta do it."

Fast forward a couple of hours...

The phone rang.

David looked at his watch. Eight on the dot. "Good girl, Heather," David murmured.

"Hello?"

"David? It's Heather. I'm downstairs."

Her voice sounded a bit shaky, David thought. "She's scared. Good grief – am I a monster?" David thought.

"I'll be right down."

He hung up the phone without saying anything else, grabbed his room key, and walked down the hall to the elevator. Moments later, he was in the lobby, and there was Heather, wearing a long coat and penny loafers.

"Hello, Heather."

"Hi David," Heather said, quietly, her head down.

David put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up so that she had to look him in the eye.

"What's going on? What's all this about?"

"Please, David, can we go to your room and talk?"

"All right, but when we get there, I want some sort of explanation," David said.

They did not speak again until the door closed behind them and they were alone in David's room. Heather went in first and stood next to the desk, her coat still on, her head down.

"Well Heather, you asked for this meeting, so I guess you have the floor. What's on your mind?"

Heather stood mute. David waited, thinking of the old sales adage: "he who speaks first loses."

David stood just inside the door, his arms folded across his chest, implacable as death. This went on for what seemed like a long time but in reality was only about a minute. Heather finally let out a long sigh, having apparently reached a decision or overcome some inner conflict.

"I want you to take me and use me like a slut. Bang me like a whore. Fuck me in every hole. I want you to use me like your own personal fuck toy; a piece of meat. I want you to tie me down and bang me like a drum."

Heather said all of this in a rush of words like she was tearing off a verbal band aid. She was looking at her feet.

"I see. What's under the coat, Heather?"

Heather shrugged and the long wool coat fell from her shoulders. Underneath she was wearing an outfit that must have come from the porno central wardrobe – a white blouse with a plaid skirt, white knee socks, and the aforementioned loafers. It was the cliché "schoolgirl" costume. She was obviously not wearing a bra. David had to fight the urge to laugh. She was trying so hard. He almost felt bad for her. Almost.

"If this is supposed to make up for what happened last night and that's all it is, then you can put the coat back on and leave right now because I'm not interested. Having sex with someone who's doing it as a duty or out of obligation is repugnant to me. Is that what this is Heather?"

"Last night, when you turned the tables and had me helpless, it was the most turned on I've ever been in my life. I've never felt that way before. I want to feel that way again. That's why I'm here. Yes, I feel bad about what happened, but I wouldn't have had to come here to let you know how sorry I was."

"Your e-mail made that pretty clear, yes."

"So this is different. You flipped a switch somewhere that left an itch that I can't scratch. And I desperately want it scratched. Please...just take me."

"Can you follow instructions, exactly, without foolish objections or stupid questions?"

"Yes, sir."

"Don't call me sir. I work for a living." David paused, thinking. "For tonight, call me Daddy."

"Yes, Daddy," Heather said, quietly, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly in the barest hint of a smile. Her whole body shook as she said those words. David knew he'd struck a nerve with his wild guess.

"Go into the bathroom and do not come out until I tell you to."

"Yes, Daddy," Heather said. She walked into the bathroom and David shut the door after her. Then he went to the desk and opened up the MasterPC program.

"If I'm going to do this, I'm going to make sure no one gets hurt," he murmured as he typed Heather's name into the software and watched her image, complete with the slutty schoolgirl costume, slowly rotate on his screen.

While David didn't do anything to Heather's mind, he did make some changes to her body. He wanted to make sure he could fuck her as hard as he wanted for as long as he wanted without doing any damage. He wanted to be able to give her what she came for without her suffering any physical consequences and he wanted her to be able to enjoy it as much as he would. Oh she'd probably be sore for a few days and would certainly walk funny when she left the hotel room, but she would recover quickly and there would be no permanent damage. He also tweaked her nervous system just a smidgeon to give her a few more pleasure receptors in key areas, and, because he had a serious clitoral fetish, he gave her a bigger one. He clicked send and then closed the program.

"Heather. Come here."

"Yes, Daddy," came the voice muffled by the bathroom door. The door opened and she came out, her hands clasped in front of her, her eyes on the floor at her feet. Her face was pink with excitement – a pink flush that went down her neck to her chest. It was fairly obvious that she was in a high state of arousal – the nipples making little tents in the white cotton blouse were a dead giveaway. She walked over to where David was sitting at the desk and stopped in front of him.

"Put your coat on. We need some supplies."

"Yes, Daddy."

10 minutes later they were in Heather's car in the parking lot of the local big box discount store. They hadn't spoken since leaving the hotel room. David wanted her to wonder what they were doing at the local 'Mart.

David opened his wallet and removed ten twenty dollar bills. He gave them to Heather.

"Take this money. I want you to buy the following items: 1 package of wooden clothes pins; one hundred feet of cotton clothes line; two large candles; and a large bottle of personal lubricant – get H20JO. Get a large massager – Hitatchi if they have one – and an extension cord. Did you give yourself an enema before you came to the hotel? (she shook her head yes) Good. OK, leave the coat here. Do not use the self check out."

Heather stared at him, her eyes wide. David could tell that she wanted to question him. She stopped herself.

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered. Then she left the car. 

Thirty minutes later she was back, shivering in the cool night air, carrying a pair of plastic bags with her purchases. She got into the car and handed David the bags and his change without being asked.

"Good girl."

"Thank you Daddy."

David opened the bags and looked inside. She had gotten everything that he had asked for.

"Excellent. Drive us back to the hotel."

"Yes, Daddy."

David let Heather put her coat back on for the walk through the lobby. He carried the bags, except that he made Heather carry the massager (in its package) openly. The clothesline was peeking out of the top of one of the bags that David was carrying. The lobby was empty except for the desk clerk. She watched them come in, did a double take, and then stared open mouthed as they strolled through the lobby. David gave her his most charming smile, the one that made most women weak at the knees. She blushed crimson.

"From here on, Heather, do not speak unless you are given permission. Open your coat."

Heather opened her coat. They walked into the elevator, which was also empty.

"Keep your arms at your sides."

David lifted the front of Heather's skirt. As he expected, there was a pair of white cotton panties underneath with a large dark stain on the crotch. David slipped two fingers inside the leg band of the panties and probed the swampy slit covered by the now translucent cotton. Heather shook and moaned.

"You really are a slut, aren't you, Heather? You are permitted to answer direct questions."

"Yes, Daddy."

"What are you?"

"A slut, Daddy."

"That's right. And we're about to find out just how much of a slut you are."

David withdrew his fingers and then placed them at Heather's lips.

"Suck."

She opened her mouth and engulfed the pussy-juice covered digits, sucking them with relish.

"Good girl."

They had reached the 7th floor and it was only a few steps to David's door.

"Strip."

Now, a look of fear joined, but did not replace, the lust that had been in Heather's eyes since David had first seen her in the lobby an hour ago. She was about to protest. Then she closed her eyes and shook her head as if to clear it and made a decision. She handed David the massager, then slipped out of her coat. Her hands quickly unbuttoned the blouse, which she removed and handed to David. Likewise, the the skirt and panties. He stuffed these in her mouth, inside out, crotch first.

"Leave the socks and shoes on for now."

David stood there and looked at her. He looked up and down, taking in every inch of her body. She was incredibly sexy standing there in her knee socks and loafers. Her nipples were bright pink and stiff as starched linen. He turned her around so he could admire the view of her ass. Her body trembled as she stood there, in the hallway of the hotel, on display for anyone who happened to pop out of their room or the elevator. Finally, David ushered Heather down the hall and into his room. No one had seen her, but the fact that they might have nearly made Heather cum on the spot.

"Stop."

Heather stopped about five feet in front of where David stood just inside the door.

"Put your hands behind your head."

Heather complied.

David stood and looked at her. She knew he was looking. Her body was trembling with excitement. Every nerve was alive to sensation. She felt the air circulating in the room caress her skin. She felt moisture leaking from her pussy and making snail trails on her thighs. She felt goose bumps forming on her flesh.

David stood, silent, admiring the view of Heather's body from behind. As a confirmed legs/ass man, David spent most of his time in a careful examination of Heather's bottom.

"Feet apart – spread your legs," David ordered in a quietly authoritative voice.

Heather pushed her feet apart.

"Farther."

David could now see the snail trails on the inside of Heather's thighs. He smiled. He stepped up behind Heather and leaned down to whisper in her ear while he also put his right hand between her thighs to cup her sex, making her jerk with surprise.

"My, my, my...we haven't even really started yet and you're already about to explode, aren't you little slut puppy? Shake your head yes or no."

She shook her head in affirmation.

"Would you like me to make you cum, slutpuppy?"

She shook her head even more vigorously this time.

"I'll be you would. I'll bet you'd like me to toss you on the bed and just fuck your cute little brains out, wouldn't you, slutpuppy?"

"MMMMMMMMMMM..." Heather moaned as David inserted his middle finger into her boiling honey pot.

"Stay there and don't move."

David went into the bathroom and retrieved a couple of bath towels, which he arranged on the bed.

"Lay down on your back on the towels, slutpuppy."

Heather arranged herself on the towels and lay still.

David dumped the contents of their shopping bags on the other bed. He selected a package of clothesline and tore off the wrapper. From a pocket, he produced a buck knife, which he opened and set on the table between the beds. Heather stared at the knife.

David shook the clothesline loose and stepped to the head of the bed, Heather's eyes watching every move he made.

He picked up her left arm and pulled it to the side. He made several loops of rope around her wrist and tied one end of the rope in a knot that he could easily loosen whenever he wanted but which Heather would find impossible to deal with on her own. He knelt down and attached the other end of the rope to a leg of the bed, made several loops around the leg post, and tied that end off as well, cutting the excess rope and walking around to the other side of the bed to repeat the procedure with Heather's right arm.

Then, he walked back to the bathroom and retrieved a pair of hand towels which he used to cover a pillow from the other bed. He thrust the protected pillow under Heather's ass. David then pulled Heather's legs apart and affixed first one and then the other ankle to the two corners of the bed. Her body now made a sexy "X" on the bed. Her hips were artificially thrust upward by the stiff hotel pillow, putting her mons pubis on display. David stood staring at the tableau Heather created on the bed. He smiled. Heather trembled from head to toe.

He went to the desk and retrieved his camera and started taking pictures.

"Don't worry, slutpuppy, these are for my private collection. I'll send some to you, of course, in case you want to show them to someone. Although, on second thought, perhaps a little slutpuppy like you would actually LIKE to have these posted to the net. I'll put them up on Flickr. I can obscure your face – the parts of it that show above your mouth – so no one will know it's you."

Heather moaned as David snapped away with his little Sony Cybershot™. She was completely powerless and at his mercy. That she relished this situation was obvious from her physical reactions. The flesh from the top of her breasts to her hair line was flushed with excitement. Her nipples were so stiff they looked like they might explode. Her pussy lips were tumescent and covered with juice. Her body was trembling with excitement and anticipation. David knew that if he put his finger on Heather's clit right now she'd probably go right over the top into a violent orgasm.

His photo session complete for now, David turned off the camera and put it back in its case.

"Now, what shall I do with a little slut puppy like Heather?"

This was, of course, a purely rhetorical question. David knew precisely what he wanted to do, and do, and do, and do. In fact, it was all he could do to keep from stripping naked and just pounding Heather's pussy into mush. His MasterPC enhanced sense of self-discipline held, however, and he was able to hold his more primal urges at bay.

So, instead of jumping Heather's bones, as it were, he stepped to the head of the bed, removed the panty gag from Heather's mouth, tossed the sodden scrap of cotton aside, unzipped his slacks, and pulled out his cock. It was hard. It had been hard since he'd heard Heather's voice on the telephone. The large mushroom shaped head was an angry red color and a glistening drop of clear fluid was forming at the tiny little mouth that capped the head.

"Turn your head this way, slut puppy." 

The command was unnecessary – Heather was already staring at the stalk of gristle that David was slowly fisting a couple of feet from her face.

"Open your mouth."

Heather's hungry mouth opened. She was panting with excitement. David knelt on the bed next to her and leaned forward, aiming his cock at Heather's facial fuck hole. He slid the head and first couple of inches of shaft into her warm, sucking, mouth and stopped. The angle was all wrong for face fucking, but that wasn't his intent. He was giving her a taste, that's all.

Heather was nursing on his dick like a starving calf. David had to admit that her lips and tongue were marvelously talented. He was enjoying her cock worship and let it go on for several minutes. Then he withdrew, his cock chased by a moan of protest from Heather.

"Do you have something you'd like to say to me, slut puppy?"

"No, Daddy."

"That's what I thought. Perhaps you wanted to suck Daddy's cock some more? Well, you'll get the chance later."

Stepping back, David put his dick back in his pants. He leaned forward and placed his hand on Heather's mound. She gasped. Her hips surged up from the bed as far as her bonds would allow. He gently massaged the top of her pubic mound and her lower belly – always with a light touch, a teasing touch.

"Do you want to cum, slutpuppy?"

"Oh, god yes, Daddy!"

"I'm sure you do, slutpuppy."

David moved his hand lower, covering Heather's sex, his fingers teasing the juice covered labial folds but carefully avoiding direct contact with her hyper sensitive clitoris. Heather whimpered. David leaned over and planted a kiss right at the top of Heather's slit. It was a light kiss, his lips just barely grazing the proud flesh. Heather shrieked.

Quickly, David picked up her soaked panties and shoved them back into Heather's mouth.

Then, with his hand gently caressing Heather's pubis, David kissed and licked his way down from her neck all the way to the top of her pussy mound. He licked the middle two fingers of his left hand and slowly slid them inside the slippery opening to Heather's sex chamber. His thumb began to gently rub Heather's clit while his fingers slid in and out of her pussy hole. 

"Cum for Daddy, little slutpuppy."

Heather moaned through her gag. Her body began to jerk and twist against the bonds. Her inner muscles clamped down so hard his fingers hurt. Heather's back arched and for a moment, her body taut as a bow string. She stopped breathing. And then with a cry that was loud even through the gag, she began to cum; violently; powerfully; tearfully. Her ass bounced up and down on the pillow. Fluids shot from her pussy. She nearly swallowed the panties.

David continued to manipulate Heather's pussy as she peaked and crashed through several more orgasms staring at her face the whole time, watching, monitoring, enjoying. She returned his gaze, her eyes never leaving his except during the peaks when her eyes closed for a bit. 

She moaned in protest as he removed his fingers from her honey pot. He removed her gag again.

"Suck."

She greedily sucked her juices from David's fingers. When his fingers were clean, he put the gag back in her mouth.

Next, he untied the ropes at her hands and feet.

"Roll over, slut puppy."

She complied, shakily, still trembling from the powerful emotional and physical upheaval she'd been through already. David positioned Heather so that her knees were pulled up under her. He brought her hands back and ordered her to grip her ankles. Then, he took some rope and tied her wrists and ankles together. Next, he secured her ankles to the lower corners of the bed, spreading her legs, leaving her butt pushed up and wide open to any sort of attack he might mount.




MasterPC Ch. 03



Now, David undressed. When he was naked, he took the bottle of lube from the bag and opened it, removing the inner foil seal. From the black Lands End bag next to the desk, he removed a medium sized flesh colored butt plug which he then covered with a liberal dose of lubricant. Kneeling between Heather's legs, he tipped up the lube bottle over her ass and allowed some to dribble down the crack. Setting the bottle aside, he worked the slippery stuff into Heather's asshole with two fingers. She moaned. This was virgin territory for her, at least for now.

When he thought the time was right, David began to work the butt plug into Heather's ass. He was patient – when it comes to anal sex, the word "hurry" should never be used. She groaned and gasped as more and more of the plastic invader disappeared. Finally, with an almost audible pop, the thickest part of the plug breached the muscle barrier and the plug was firmly seated.

David wiped his fingers off with a towel and then sat back to admire his handy work. He smiled. Heather was panting with excitement. She'd never been handled this way before by anyone. She was usually the one calling the shots. Men were easily led because mostly they thought with their dicks around her.

Now, David fisted his raging erection, poured some lube on the tip, and positioned it just below the portion of the butt plug protruding from Heather's asshole. Her pussy was the target and David hit it dead center. He gave her the head and first few inches of his thick cock, bringing a prolonged gasp that turned into a moan as the penetration continued one slow fraction of an inch at a time.

The amount of self discipline involved (for David) here was remarkable. His mind was on fire with lust for this little chicklette. But he persisted in staying with the plan. A long slow penetration would be followed by an equally slow withdrawal.

Heather was panting now. She'd never felt so full in all her life. Before tonight the only thing she'd ever had in her ass was her own finger, once, just to see what it was like. Now, she had what seemed to her to be a tree trunk in her asshole while a granite pillar was being shoved up into her guts right next to it. It was wonderful. She was on the edge of another orgasmic abyss. And David hadn't really even started fucking her yet.

When David felt his balls touch the quivering flesh at the top of Heather's slit and he felt his belly make contact with the butt end of the butt plug, David stopped the forward motion of his hips. He held his cock where it was, flexing it, letting Heather feel every last centimeter of it. Then he began to pull it back. Slowly, just as he'd done when he pushed it in, he pulled all of his cock out of Heather's clasping fuck tunnel until only the head and first inch or so of the shaft was still submerged. Then he pushed it back in, a bit more quickly. Out. In. Out. In. Now picking up the pace. Bouncing his belly into the butt plug making it move in Heather's ass. She was helpless to do anything but take it and that's the way she wanted it.

"Speak slut puppy and tell Daddy what you're feeling," David said as he reached around and removed the panty gag from the young coed's mouth.

"Oh...ungh...my...ungh...fucking...ungh...god...ungh...I'm...ungh...so...ungh...full...ungh...feels...so...good..."

"Do not even think of cumming without permission, little slutpuppy," David hissed at her sensing that she was about to go careening off into the climax dimension.

"P-p-p-p-p-please, Daddy, may I cum?"

"Not yet, slutpuppy. Not yet."

Heather was grunting like a sow on every stroke as David began seriously plowing her pussy. Sweat was running down her back, dripping off her face, and running down her chest. Being tied up is very physically taxing. David knew he couldn't keep her in this position for much longer. His strokes were still long but increasingly quick. He had her hips in both hands and was moving her back and forth on his cock in time with his hip movements. 

"Please, Daddy, I can't hold it much longer," Heather moaned.

"Then cum, for Daddy, little slutpuppy bitch. Cum!"

Heather's moans and grunts combined in a high keening wail as her body went rigid once more and she began to cum. David never slowed his pace. He fucked right through one orgasm and into another. Heather's wailing was a ululation that went on and on. She was babbling, forgetting that she only had permission to speak when it was granted.

"Daaaaaaaaddddddddyyyyyyyyy....FUCK ME!"

David felt her insides clench around his cock and he let his own orgasm go. It was massive. It matched Heather's for intensity, that's for sure. He came and came and came – a gusher of semen that quickly overflowed the tiny spaces not occupied by his huge cock and dripped on the towels under Heather's body along with her own copious ejaculations. She came so hard that she popped the butt plug out of her ass. David tossed it aside, one small part of his brain registering that it was perfectly clean – she'd done a good job there.

Finally, he pulled her hips to him as he pushed forward against them and his cock jerked out the last spurts of his precious bodily fluids. He withdrew and quickly untied the young blond, pulling her into an embrace, kissing her eyes, her cheeks, and then her mouth.

Tears ran down her face. David kissed them away.

He had planned on doing a lot more with Heather, but he sensed that she was, for the moment, spent – evidenced by the fact that she'd gone asleep in his arms. He grinned. Well, sooner or later, she'd wake up. And then they'd play some more. Heather's penance was not complete by any means. And, he still had lots of rope, lots of lube, a bag of wooden clothes pins, and a big old Hitachi vibrator that they hadn't even opened yet...

I'm sure you can use your imagination to determine how the rest of the evening went...



MasterPC Ch. 04



Master PC 4: Juliette Meets Her Match

You might think that owning a piece of software that allows you to alter and control reality would be a real trip. Fun, fun, fun, right? You might be very wrong. David Donaldson sometimes wished he'd never found that CD. He certainly wished he'd never found "The King's Minion" which was NOT one of Raphael Sabatini's greatest works.

Having the MasterPC power was a constant temptation to David. Oh, he'd done some really cool things with it, like give himself the body he'd wished he'd had when he was 18, including a 10 inch schlong. And, it was true that he not only had the metabolism of a 14 year old but the libido as well. Not to mention an I.Q. of over 250, and a host of other physical and mental upgrades including the ability to shoot loads that would make Peter North jealous.

But...

It could be a burden. He was constantly tempted to meddle. Whenever he saw someone who really needed an upgrade it was all he could do to restrain himself from pulling out his laptop and "fixing" them. But, since one of the things he'd done for himself when he first discovered MasterPC was to give himself an extra helping of wisdom, he had, so far, resisted temptation. Just to make sure he stayed aware of the pitfalls of using the MasterPC program too often, he read and re-read every JRParz story he could find.

David was sitting in his office one day when his assistant Heather (yes THAT Heather, newly graduated from college and now employed by A2Z Consulting) buzzed him on the intercom, interrupting a game of Asteroids.

"Mr. Donaldson, there's a call for you on line 2," Heather chirped.

"Who is it?"

"It's Juliette Anderson from Acme Corporation. She wants to talk with you about the seminar we're presenting to their Board of Directors."

"OK, I'll take it. And, when I'm done with her, you can come into my office and take some more dick-tation," David said, emphasizing the word 'dick' -- it was their office joke. Heather had a libido that matched David's and she couldn't get enough of his cock -- it was a burden that David bore with great stoicism; lucky devil.

Heather's giggle was cut off as David speared the button for line two with a perfectly manicured index finger.

"Ms Anderson, how are you? What can I do for you today?"

"Fine, thanks. I'd like to get together to talk about that presentation you're making to our Board next week."

"What about it?"

"Can you come to my office and show me what you've got?"

David pulled the receiver away from his ear and stared at it for a moment, mouthing the words he'd just heard, wondering if they meant what was implied.

"When?"

"How about later today, say around 4:30 or so?"

"Sure. Why not? I'll bring my assistant, Heather, with me."

There was a breath of hesitation from the other end.

"I would think you'd be enough on your own to satisfy my, er, requirements."

"Heather and I are sort of a package, Ms. Anderson. A two-fer if you will. Ask for one; get both at no extra charge. She's very talented and I'm sure you'll like her."

"Very well then, see you at 4:30. I'll make sure the security man at the front desk knows you're coming."

"Thanks. See you soon."

The sound of the telephone receiver hitting the cradle hadn't faded away before Heather was in David's office wearing a sly smile, a pair of thigh high stockings, and a pair of earrings -- that was it.

"Whoa, there, little missy," David said, laughing as Heather jumped into his lap. "We've got some work to do today, and I need you to broaden your sexual horizons a bit."

"Again? What this time? Farm animals?"

"Hmmm...now there's an idea...I've got a friend with a donkey...

"Ewwwwww!"

"...but no, not farm animals. Ever been with another woman?"

"Helloooooo...Sorority Sister...women's softball player...duh..."

"I try not to stereotype. How about an older woman?"

"Sure, I did the house mother pretty regularly -- that's how I got to stay out after curfew all the time. And, I did my women's studies teacher senior year -- got out of doing my final paper. Hairy pits are disgusting on a woman, but it was worth it to get the A. And, I did the softball coach a few times -- she loved taking the strapon to me."

"Heather has hidden depths then," David said, chuckling.

"I don't think I have any depths you haven't already probed, daddy," she said in the cute little voice that she always used when they were playing -- it was guaranteed to give him an instant woody.

David looked at his watch. "Go get dressed you little minx. We need to be out at Acme in an hour and I have a few things to finish before we can leave. Scoot!"

He gave her an affectionate slap on the rump, bringing a squeal of pleasure from Heather as she dashed out the door. When she was gone, David called up the MasterPC program and typed in Juliette's name. When her image appeared and began rotating on his screen, David made a few adjustments -- minor, but crucial.

Thirty minutes later they were on their way to see the client.

"Now, Heather, when we get there, I need you to follow my lead. If I'm right, what Juliette really wants is a chance to sample my schwantz. I've spotted her looking at my crotch a few times, and our phone conversation earlier leads me to believe that today's the day she tries to close the deal. You're along because I want to see if you can seduce her into a little Sapphic lovemaking -- I want to find out how far she'll go to get a crack at Mr. Happy. So, you'll get her warmed up for me and then we'll see what depths Juliette has to explore."

"What's she look like? I don't want to do some old prune with tits down to her knees."

"Not to worry, my pet. Juliette is USDA Prime GILF. Looks like she's really worked at keeping herself fit. I'm pretty sure she's had her tits done, maybe some botox. Think of her as a foxy granny. "

"I just hope she's clean."

"You fluffed up a little before we left, right?"

"Of course," Heather snorted, offended.

"Just checking, no need to go all huffy."

"Well, excuse me for just wanting to keep your trouser snake all to myself."

"Heather...remember our little talk about being possessive?"

"Yes, daddy, I remember," Heather said, pouting.

The rest of the drive was completed in silence.

"Now, when we get there, you focus on the client while I get the laptop ready to go. Try to be nice to Ms. Anderson -- remember, this is our biggest current account. Things have been a little slow lately, and I've got a balloon payment coming up on my cabin, so we need to get a check from these people, and we need it right the hell now."

"OK, OK, I get it...suck up to Juliette."

The security guy directed them to the CEO's office. Juliette Anderson was the top assistant to the head of the company and, truth to tell, the real power at Acme. She was in charge of making sure everything went smoothly at board meetings. She met them at the door, clearly pleased to see David, but perhaps not quite as happy as she would have been if he'd been alone.

"Hello, David, thanks for coming over just to satisfy me," she said, smiling at David and shaking his hand.

"No problem, Juliette. Satisfying clients is why we're in business... and this is my assistant, Heather," David said, pointing to Heather.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Anderson," Heather said offering her hand for Juliette to shake.

"Heather is just as committed to your satisfaction as I am, Juliette," David said, smiling.

Juliette looked Heather up and down as she shook hands with the cute young blond and said, "Nice to meet you Heather. Welcome to Acme."

Juliette Anderson was about five and a half feet tall with wedge cut blond hair and blue eyes. She had a great figure well displayed by what at first glance appeared to be a very expensive but completely businesslike suit. It was tailored to show off her curves, however, and she'd gotten good value for the money. David noticed Heather looking Juliette up and down and smiling that smile she had -- the one that a shark uses when it spots a school of nice, juicy, mackerel. 

"Now that we've all be introduced, let's go into the board room, shall we?"

Juliette led the way past the CEO's office and down a short hallway to a set of raised panel wooden doors. Inside the richly appointed room there was a large conference table, comfortable chairs, and all the amenities you could ask for in a board room, including some really comfy looking sofas along the walls on both sides of the table.

"Well, this is cozy. Heather, how about if I set up the laptop and projector while you go over our handouts with Juliette?"

"Sure thing, Boss. Juliette, why don't we sit over here," Heather said, pointing to one of the sofas, "and I'll show you what I've got."

Juliette had a lot of sexual experience, but the one thing she hadn't done was have sex with another woman. She'd been with lots of men -- sometimes more than one at a time -- and she'd spotted David as someone she wanted to have in her bed the first moment she'd met him. This afternoon, when she'd called his office her purpose had been to get him alone in this boardroom and fuck his brains out. She had a hunch that he was really well hung and she hoped that also meant that he knew what to do with the equipment -- the two things don't always go together.

Now she was following Heather to one of the sofas, noting the pleasing curve of the young girl's ass under her short, tight skirt. For the first time in her life she felt sexual hunger for another woman. Where had this come from? She'd never looked at another woman except a friend or as competition. Why was she getting turned on looking at Heather's ass?

Heather sat down, her skirt riding well up over her thighs, and patted the cushion next to her. As Juliette walked to the sofa, Heather bent down to retrieve a folder from a stack she'd placed on the floor. This had the effect of giving Juliette a great view of her (brand new) C-cup tits nestled in their demi bra (also brand new). Juliette felt a stab of pleasure in her loins and knew her pussy was juicing copiously. What she didn't know was that she'd been programmed to respond to Heather's pheromones.

Juliette sat down next to heather. Heather leaned into her, opening the folder containing the handouts for the board of directors meeting the next day. Juliette didn't even notice the images on the paper. All she could think about was Heather's breast which was now pressed against her arm. She could feel the nipple poking into her flesh. Her own nipples were hardened points of desire and Juliette felt the overwhelming urge to free them from their silken prison.

Heather looked up to find Juliette staring at her. Juliette's lips were parted, slightly, and the tip of her tongue was visible. Heather let the folder drop to the floor. Very gently, she put her hand on the back of Juliette's neck and pulled her into a kiss. Juliette didn't resist -- she met Heather's mouth with her own and within just a few seconds a tentative kiss had become a full blown lip lock between two lovers.

Juliette's entire universe suddenly consisted only of Heather. Heather's lips; Heather's tongue; Heather's scent; the warmth of Heather's body next to hers on the sofa -- this was now Juliette's world. David might as well have been a piece of furniture, the promise of his manhood, for the moment, forgotten. 

Quietly, David had set up a camera on a small tripod and set it on the big table. He set the Cybershot ™ in movie mode and pressed the trigger. After checking the viewfinder to be sure that the sofa was framed, he sat back and watched as Heather introduced Juliette to pleasures only possible for two women to share.

Juliette had never been more aroused in her entire life, including the time she'd let herself be gang banged by 6 well hung black men -- she'd taken them all on bareback and drained every one of them to a husk by the time she was through. This surpassed that for erotic intensity, and she still had her clothing on. The kiss went on for what seemed like ages -- continuously changing in tone and tempo. David had taught Heather how to kiss, how to appreciate the erotic possibilities of anticipation and delayed gratification that kissing represents. Heather knew David was watching, which enhanced her pleasure. She knew she was on camera, something else she liked, and that further aroused her. 

Juliette's hands, which had been exploring Heather's back, switched targets and began cupping the young woman's tits, feeling the nipples through the thin fabric of Heather's blouse. She moaned as her hands filled themselves with the warm, pliant, flesh. David had enhanced Heather's breasts, making them larger and more sensitive -- she could now achieve orgasm while being titty fucked, and she really enjoyed it if, at the moment of climax, David squirted a load of his special sauce on her tits, neck, and face.

Heather unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off of her shoulders. The demi-bra she wore provided a shelf for her breasts but left them otherwise exposed. Juliette broke the kiss and took a moment to stare at the twin mounds of flesh that filled her hands and then she dove into Heather's cleavage face first and started kissing and licking every inch of flesh her mouth could reach. Heather reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, which fell off giving Juliette even greater access to her breasts.

Heather put her hands under her tits and held them up as an offering for Juliette, who greedily accepted. She could not get enough of them. Heather looked over at David who was sitting, calmly, at the table, watching.

Juliette kissed her way up Heather's chest, up her neck, and at last captured her lips once more in a passionate kiss. Princess Buttercup never received a kiss as passionate as the one Juliette bestowed upon Heather. But, David's young blond assistant wasn't going to be satisfied by a passionate kiss, and she stood up and started stripping off her clothes. Juliette followed suit, and the two women were naked in a matter of moments, their expensive garments strewn on the floor like so much rubbish.

Skin to skin at last, erotic combat was joined in earnest, but this time Heather was the aggressor. She soon had Juliette pinned to the sofa cushions and was devouring her from head to toe, literally, as she kissed and licked her way around Juliette's anatomy. While her mouth was busy, her hands were not idle as they tweaked, stroked and caressed Juliette's responsive flesh. Heather knew what David wanted -- she'd been trained to want it too -- and she stretched this portion of the proceedings well past any author's ability to describe them. This was foreplay, Girlfriends Films style: long and passionate with lots of deep soul kisses and teasing licks.

Juliette was lost in a fog of lust. For her, the whole room smelled of pussy juice and it was the finest fragrance she'd ever inhaled. She didn't understand how it was possible for Heather's hungry mouth to be everywhere at once -- everywhere but on her pussy that is. Juliette was desperate to cum. She felt like she might be on the edge of the biggest orgasm of her sexually active life, but it remained tantalizingly just out of reach.

David watched all this with a smile. Heather had been a good pupil. She'd had to learn the hard way that gratification delayed is much sweeter than the instant sort. He had carefully removed his clothing, folding it and setting it aside neatly. Now, he sat and watched the lesbian action on the sofa, his right hand lazily stroking his massive erection. His time would come, but not before Heather had taken Juliette to several frenzied peaks. By the end of this episode, Juliette would be completely in Heather's thrall, which is exactly the way David wanted it for now.

Meanwhile, back on the sofa, Heather had decided it was time to put Juliette out of her misery for the time being, and she fastened her mouth to the older woman's pouting pussy lips like a lamprey to a lake trout. Her tongue went to work like a powerful vibrator set at its highest setting, thrumming against the hardened knot of flesh at the top of Juliette's slit -- the blond secretary's clit having been artificially enhanced moments earlier by a set of commands typed into David's laptop.

Juliette grabbed Heather's head in both hands and screamed. Pleasure bursts like bolts of lightning assaulted her nervous system as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss surged through her body. The center of Juliette's universe was, for the moment, her clitoris. The pleasure was almost too much for her to stand. She tried to push Heather away, but the young assistant had a firm grip on Juliette's thighs and she wasn't going to be moved. Juliette's thighs clamped around Heather's head. She twisted and squirmed trying to get away from the blinding pleasure that was overwhelming her. Heather finally had to give up her position -- it was that or have her neck broken. She kissed her way up Juliette's heaving belly and breasts capturing the older woman's mouth in a lover's kiss.

Juliette tasted her own pussy juice on Heather's lips. It was not a new experience -- she'd licked her juices from many a cock over the years -- but it was unique in a way because it was the first time she'd ever tasted herself on the lips of another woman. 

Heather gently caressed Juliette and tenderly kissed her lips, cheeks, forehead, neck, and upper chest as the older woman's heart rate and breathing slowly returned to normal.

"Oh my god," Juliette gasped as she returned to this world from the orgasm dimension. "I've never felt anything like that in my life."

"You've never done it with a girl before?"

"No, this was my very first experience. Does this mean I'm a lesbian?"

"Look over there," Heather said, indicating the chair where David was sitting, stroking his massive erection. "See anything you like?"

"Mmmmm...yessss!"

"You're not a lesbian, and neither am I. I love that cock. I love it in my mouth. I love it in my cunt. I love it in my ass. I love it between my tits. I love to stroke it and make it shoot its jizz. I love cock. But I also love pussy. You're just like me -- best of both worlds, honey."

"Let me lick your pussy, Heather. I want to taste you," Juliette said in a throaty whisper.

"Go for it, Juliette," Heather said, moving onto her back on the sofa.

Juliette got on her knees and began kissing her way up Heather's thighs. Her ass was up in the air and her pussy was on display for anyone standing behind her, as David very quickly was. He'd moved over to the sofa as soon as he heard Juliette ask to eat Heather's pussy. It was time for the big finish.

"What do I do, Heather? I've never eaten a woman's pussy before," Juliette said, staring at the beautiful flower unfolding before her as Heather spread her legs.

"Think about the best head any man's ever given you. What did he do that you liked? Do that to me and I guarantee it will work. I'm really horny right now and I'm probably going to cum almost as soon as you start licking. How about starting at the bottom of my pussy hole and working up to my clit? Then just use your imagination. You'll do just fine," Heather said.

Juliette inhaled the sweet musky fragrance of Heather's juices now drooling from the bottom of her bald pussy; making a snail trail down her crack and over the crinkled rosebud of her asshole. Slowly, almost tentatively, she lowered her head and placed a kiss on the top of Heather's pubic mound. Then she kissed the inside of Heather's right thigh just at the junction where leg and crotch are joined. She repeated this on the left side. Then she kissed her way down to the bottom of Heather's creamy portal before putting her lips on Heather's nether lips for the first time.

"Ahhhhhhh....yessss....that's it Juliette....now lick it. Get your tongue in there and taste me...you know you've been wanting this all your life...eat me, Juliette...do it..."




MasterPC Ch. 04



Juliette's tongue moved out from between her lips and began to dig into the folds of Heather's pulsating pussy. She felt the heat of Heather's juices on her tongue and then she tasted poontang for the first time. She was hooked. She began to devour Heather's slit. She was a starving woman who'd suddenly found a feast in front of her and she couldn't eat fast enough.

David, who had moved up onto the sofa and was now kneeling behind a completely unaware Juliette, spit on his hand and transferred the natural lube to his cockhead. He aimed it carefully at Juliette's winking pussy hole and slowly shoved it inside.

"Oh yeah!" Juliette screamed as she felt her jade gate stormed by David's steaming stalk. "Fuck me!"

David began sawing his cock in and out of Juliette's trembling pussy while Juliette redoubled her own assault on Heather's twat. Soon the two women were screaming their way through a series of powerful orgasms.

Juliette was in love with the taste, smell, and texture of Heather's slit. David's cock was a bonus, but she wouldn't have needed it. She could have cum just from eating Heather. She never wanted this to end. But her nervous system was not prepared to deal with the onslaught of sensations she'd experienced over the last 30 minutes and when she felt David launch a prodigious load into her guts just as Heather's pussy spasmed through yet another orgasm, she winked out like a snuffed candle.

David pulled his cock from Juliette's pussy and offered the messy missile to Heather for cleaning. She did so eagerly, enjoying the combination of Juliette's pussy cream and David's spunk on the still semi erect gob of gristle sticking out from David's crotch. When he was clean, David pointed to Juliette's quim which was oozing a thick river of pussy cream and semen.

Heather didn't need to be told what to do. She rolled Juliette over and pushed her thighs apart. Then she dove in face first and began rooting through Juliette's folds for every bit of orgasmic essence she could find. Juliette regained consciousness in the midst of this activity and immediately came again.

"Oh god...Heather...stop...can't take it any more...please...it's too much..." Juliette moaned. But she didn't try to push Heather away. Indeed, she didn't have the strength. She was drained. This was a new experience. She prided herself on being in great shape. She'd fucked many men into the ground including some young ones who thought they'd outlast her. But now, she was the one who was completely spent lying gasping on the sofa like a beached bluegill.

Satisfied that she'd gotten everything she could from Juliette's pussy, Heather moved up and kissed Juliette on the mouth again and warmly embraced her new lover. Juliette returned the embrace and she relaxed enjoying the warmth and softness of another woman's body pressed against hers. She was soon asleep, sated, pleasured, and totally relaxed.

David tapped Heather on the shoulder.

"Time to go," he mouthed silently.

Carefully so as not to wake Juliette, Heather disengaged herself and got off the sofa. She retrieved her clothing and got dressed quietly. David was already dressed and had packed their business things. Heather thought she must have gone to sleep for a little bit herself.

Neither David nor Heather said a word until they were in the car.

"Want to go over to your place and watch the video?"

"Absolutely," Heather replied enthusiastically. "Will we fuck while we watch?"

"We'd be fools not to."

"Ooooo...Daddy...I love the way you think!"

On the ride to her apartment though, all Heather could think about was Juliette. She'd loved making love to the older woman and resolved to get together again with her real soon. It had been a while since she'd had any pussy, and she missed it. On the other hand, she also loved David's cock. It was a dilemma. A nice one though. She sighed with pleasure and snuggled into the large leather passenger seat of the caddy. Soon she'd be watching herself have sex with Juliette while David's big dick worked the wrinkles out of her pussy. Maybe he'd even fuck her ass? Life was good. 



MasterPC Ch. 05



Chapter 05: David Helps the Police With Their Inquiries

David always listened to public radio as part of his daily morning routine. In his community, they were the only radio station that still maintained a news department staffed by actual journalists. 

On this particular morning, David was enjoying his boiled egg (5.5 minutes, no more, no less) and muffin toast, while listening to the local newscaster talk about a series of crimes that seemed to have the police baffled.

The story struck him as odd for two reasons. One, this wasn't a community known for producing criminal masterminds (criminal mastermind is an oxymoron in the first place), and, two, it was odd that his favorite station was reporting crime news -- they normally only covered actual issues and weren't in the habit of chasing ambulances or listening to police radio chatter on the scanner.

"I have the Chief of Police, Clancy Wiggum, on the phone with me this morning. Chief, thanks for joining me.

"Glad to be here, Mike."

"Chief, this series of attacks in the downtown area seems to have no discernable motive."

"That's right, Mike. None of the victims have been robbed or sexually assaulted, so far anyway."

"So what is going on here?"

"Mike, I wish I knew. For now, I'd just like to suggest that people take some simple precautions if they have to be on the street after dark."

"Like what, Chief Wiggum?"

"Like making sure to go out in groups of two or more. If you are in a car in the downtown area, make sure you keep your doors locked. When walking, please be sure to stay in well-lit areas as much as possible. And, keep your cell phone handy in case you see anything suspicious. We'd rather have some false alarms than to have anyone else be a victim."

"Thanks Chief Wiggum. This is Mike Jameson for public radio news. Now back to Morning Edition."

David finished his coffee, tossed off the last of his pineapple-orange juice, brushed his teeth, put on his tie, grabbed his suit jacket, and headed out the door. He did all of these things without thinking -- they were part of his daily routine. In the car he put the key in the ignition, started the DeVille, and backed out of the garage. He did this on auto-pilot as well. His mind was elsewhere. He hadn't even rattled the lock on his wife's bathroom door this morning -- something he usually did just to hear her shriek "David! You're insatiable!" from the shower.

He was thinking about the series of assaults in the downtown area that had taken place over the past four months. A half dozen people, three men and three women, had been attacked. All of the victims had been alone, and all had been severely beaten, but not killed, robbed, or raped. None of the victims could describe their attacker except that he was a male, medium build, medium height, wearing a hooded sweatshirt and jeans. The attacker hadn't said anything to his victims before, during, or after the beatings. He gave no clue as to the motive for his actions. He used no weapon but his fists.

"Morning, boss," his assistant said as he walked into the office. "Coffee?"

"Sure," David said, absentmindedly. "Cream, two Sweet'n Low ™.

"Coming right up," came the cheerful reply and then the muttered "as if I didn't know how he likes his coffee."

David was at his desk, still lost in thought when Heather, his assistant, put the steaming mug of Arco's finest in front of him.

"What's up boss? You didn't even notice my new mini-skirt this morning, see?"

Heather did a pirouette in front of David, but she might as well have been spinning in front of a wall. David did not react. He did, however, take a sip of his coffee.

"I'm not even wearing panties," Heather said, lifting up her skirt to show off her new Brazilian wax job, "see?"

"That's nice, Heather."

"All right, where's my boss and what have you done with him?"

Heather was confused and a little pissed off. Since she had come to work for David Donaldson, he had never failed to pump at least one load of nut sauce into her hungry pussy, mouth, or ass before he finished his morning coffee. She was horny -- perpetually horny. She also didn't like being ignored. She climbed up into David's lap and put her arms around his neck. This move never failed to rouse David's steaming stalk. Her perfect C-cup tits were right in his face. Still nothing.

"David? What's wrong, daddy?"

She used her sexiest voice -- the one that made most guys cream their shorts. Still nothing -- David's mind was definitely elsewhere.

"Heather, please go back to your desk and close the door on your way out. I need about half an hour alone. Thirty minutes, then come back and we'll discuss a few things, OK? How about if you do the follow up call on the Acme account -- make sure we're still on for the senior management seminar next month."

"Fine," Heather said with all the huffiness she could summon. She flounced out of the room and closed the door with a bit more force than necessary.

She absolutely could not believe it. She'd all but stripped naked and sat in his lap and David acted like she wasn't even there. Was he punishing her for the extended affair she was having with Juliette, the powerful assistant to the CEO of Acme Corp? Well, he'd introduced them, and wow, had they hit it off. Juliette couldn't get enough of Heather's sweet young snatch, and Heather really got off on how intense Juliette was when they were making love. 

But, seriously, Heather preferred cock to pussy, and she was enamored with David's one eyed monk. She needed to feel him inside her, filling her the way only he could. She'd never experienced pleasure with another man the way she experienced it with David. And she loved his prodigious loads. When she sucked him off, she definitely got a belly full of cum -- she swore she could live on the stuff, but David just laughed and told her to make sure she maintained a balanced diet. 

So, she was pissed. She was used to having his attention. Her first thought was that he'd found someone new. "That's stupid," she said to herself, "he's always got someone new. You've never met such a horndog, admit it." So, if it wasn't another woman (or man -- she suspected he played for both teams), what was it? Something was preventing him from paying attention to Heather, and Heather wanted to know what that was. But, she did have work to do, so she picked up the phone, punched in Juliette's number at Acme, smiled, and got busy doing what she was paid to do (well ... doing the OTHER thing she was paid to do).

Meanwhile, back in David's inner sanctum...

David had so far resisted playing God with his MasterPC software. Oh, he'd used it, of course, but sparingly and never in any but the most limited ways. He'd adjusted Darla, his first AFF lover so that she ignored the fact that he was (at the time) grossly obese -- no need for that now, his physique was superb. His family was healthier than they'd ever been, Heather had the tits she'd always wanted (a nice perky set of C-cup breasts with extra sensitive nipples) and the kind of clit that David liked. And, yes, he'd fiddled a little with Juliette to get her to accept Heather's advances. 

But in terms of his personal life, David didn't need any extra help to find fuck buddies -- women or men. He was a big hit on Adult Friend Finder and never failed to get a hook-up whenever he was on the road. He'd had group sex -- threesomes, foursomes, gang bangs, and all out orgies -- and had done just about anything he could think of sexually. He was able to do this without manipulating people with the program.

He had, in some cases, done some things to "reward" his sexual partners; all without their knowledge. There were a lot of women who suddenly discovered that they loved working out and eating the right foods. Others found a sudden need to purchase new bras, and newly sensitive nipples. An offhand remark by one man about his wife resulted in her receiving a brand new, larger and more sensitive clitoris. Others found anal sex suddenly a lot more pleasurable, or discovered a newly developed talent for swallowing enormous penises. And so it went.

On the other hand, he hadn't used MasterPC, for example, to fix what was wrong with people who occupied elected office -- that way lay madness. He hadn't used it to forge peace in the Middle East, adjust Chinese monetary policy, or make the North Korean leadership rational. He certainly could have. But he had not done it. He'd learned that the whole point of powerful magic is to make sure it is never used, or used only sparingly. If people get used to having their problems solved by magic what's the use of working?

But something had to be done about this random mugger. This was his city. For all its faults, and there were many, it was his home. His family lived here. His children had grown up here. He'd met his wife here almost 40 years ago. They'd been married for 36 years. The next victim could be someone he knew or even a family member. Yes, this was his home and someone was threatening it. 

David flipped through his electronic contact list and looked up the number for the Chief of Police, Clancy Wiggum -- they were in the same Rotary Club. It was a small town after all.

David took out his cell phone and punched in the number.

"Hey Chief, it's David."

"Howdy David. What's up?"

"I need a favor, Chief, and I think I can help you with something in return."

"Oh? What's the favor?"

"Who's the lead detective on the beatings case?"

"Why do you want to know that?"

"I think I can help."

Silence on the other end of the line. The police are not fond of amateur sleuths or vigilantes.

"If you know something David, spill it. I could use a lead. The local press is killing us on this thing. The Mayor crawls up my ass every day about it."

"I imagine it's pretty tough for you right now. I'd like to help you. Who's working the case."

"Look, David, I appreciate your public spiritedness. God knows you've done a lot in this community over the years, but leave crime fighting to the professionals, OK?"

"How are you doing so far?"

"Fuck you."

"That's what I thought. We can keep this on the down low. Just let me talk to the lead detective. Maybe I can bring a fresh perspective. What can it hurt? Trust me Chief, I have resources that you don't and I can go places no cop can."

"You turning into Batman or something?"

"Very funny Clancy. Get me an introduction to whoever is running this case for you and I'll make you a hero. How's that for a trade?"

"What's in this for you?"

"This is my community Clancy, and it may sound corny, but I don't appreciate people just getting randomly beaten in my town. It's very bad for business for one thing."

There was a sigh from the other end of the phone.

"All right, and this is really against my better judgment, the lead detective is Aimee Donovan."

"Never heard of her."

"She's new. Came here from the Twin Cities. FBI academy trained. She got crossways with the politicians down in the city of cement and had to leave town. A real bonus for us. She's a really good detective."

"Have her call me," David said, giving the Chief his number, "and tell her I'm OK."

"Don't make me regret this, David."

"Trust me Chief. You'll be thanking me when it's all over and your department comes up roses."

"Talk is cheap, Donaldson. It takes money to buy horses."

"Got it. Have Aimee call me today. I'd like to get this taken care of."

"You and me both, buddy. You and me both."

The line went dead. There was a discrete knock at his door.

"Come on in, Heather."

Heather came in still looking rather sullen.

"C'mere pumpkin and tell daddy what's wrong," David said.

"Don't pumpkin me. You completely ignored me this morning. And, I wore my brand new mini skirt too."

"Oh don't pout baby," David said, unzipping his slacks and pulling out his junk. "Look -- just seeing you walk through the door made me all hard."

Heather's eyes brightened as she saw David's boner sticking out of his lap and she dove on it like a robin on a night crawler. 

"Easy girl. Easy. Don't bite it off," David said, laughing.

"I don't wanna bite it. I wanna swallow it. I need a load of your spunk, Daddy. I'm hungry. Feed me."

When Heather used "that" voice, David was usually putty in her hands. He really wanted to feel her lips and mouth on his cock, and, come to think of it, it was nearly noon and he hadn't cum once today -- a highly unusual state of affairs. He managed fend Heather off long enough to get his pants down around his ankles.

"OK, sweetie...see if you can get the whole thing down today. You came close last week."

"I've been practicing on a zucchini. Watch!"

Heather took David's massive sex organ into her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down on it swallowing more of it on each stroke. She began to gag a bit and David saw tears run from her eyes as she fought to get the last inch of his cock into her hungry mouth. He pushed the back of her had down to help her, and, there it was...the feeling he'd been after for months. He felt Heather's lips nibbling the bare skin at the base of his dick.

She came up, gasping for breath, looking like someone who'd just won first prize.

"I did it!" '

"Yes you did, darlin'. You surely did. Now, do it again, and keep doing it until I fill your cute little belly with cum. Then I'll put you up on the desk and fuck your little pussy until you scream. How's that sound?"

"Ooooooo...daddy...you're the best!"

Heather went back to her work repeatedly swallowing David's cock, her saliva coating his cock with a thick layer of the slippery substance. David knew there were limits to Heather's endurance and he decided to give her a reward sooner rather than later.

"Get ready, baby, cos daddy's gonna blow a load!"

That was all the warning Heather needed. She kept the head of David's cock trapped in her warm wet mouth and used her hands to jerk David's well lubed dick shaft. It took about 10 agonizing seconds and then she felt the first of many blasts of his sweet cum fill her mouth. Try as she might, she just could never manage to swallow all of it without some leaking out -- sometimes via her nose. Swallowing repeatedly, Heather managed to get most of his load down -- she felt really full -- and then she began to lick up what had run down her hands and over her fingers.

When she was satisfied that she'd cleaned up every drop of David's potent pop shot, she stood up and kissed him, letting him taste his own -- something she knew turned him on -- and then she hopped up on the desk pulled up her skirt and spread her legs.

"No panties I see, and is that a Brazilian you're sporting?" David said, standing.

"No panties daddy -- I always wanna be ready to fuck. And, I thought you'd like the new wax job," Heather said in that special voice again.

"You are always ready to fuck. You're the horniest little fuck bunny I've ever met."

"Thank you daddy. Now shut up and fuck me! I've been waiting all morning for your cock."

"Is that any way to talk to your boss?" David laughed and leaned into Heather, pushing his schlong into the welcoming confines of Heather's sweet sweet pussy. 

"Aggggghhhhhhh," he sighed as he felt her wet walls grip his pecker.

"Aaaaeeeeeiiiiiiii," Heather squealed as she felt every internal wrinkle of her cunt hole smoothed out before the massive invader. God he made her feel so fucking full. Her belly sloshed with his cum and now her pussy was full of cock. Life was good.

David loved the way Heather's pussy felt around his cock. Her youth, and the enhancements he'd given her with his magic software, kept her pussy tight no matter how many times he fucked her. She was always wet for him, and her internal muscles gave him a cock massage that was nothing short of nirvana every time they fucked. As usual, he started slowly, enjoying each centimeter of insertion and withdrawal from her sweet center. Her enhanced pheromones had their usual effect, heightening his excitement and increasing his pleasure. He had the same effect on Heather and soon they were both moaning in delight.

"Harder...daddy...fuck me harder," Heather gasped. "Make me cum with your big cock, daddy!" Make Heather cum!"

David kissed Heather and began moving his hips more forcefully. Heather matched him thrust for thrust. David reached under Heather and gripped her ass in his hands. He began pulling her onto and off of his cock in time with his thrusts, slapping his belly into her on each stroke.

"Oh god...daddy...you're making me cummmmmmmmmmmmm!" Heather shrieked. David hoped the extra sound proofing he'd ordered for their walls was working or someone would be calling the cops.

David was pounding all ten inches of his prodigious instrument in and out of Heather's quivering quim. She was grunting on each stroke, her eyes closed, her body awash in endorphins and orgasms. Her insides squeezed David's cock with powerful contractions, milking him, hungrily demanding his hot juices -- no matter that her mouth had sucked a large load from his prolific testicles just a few minutes ago. Greed does not allow for limitations.

"Cum in my mouth again daddy...I wanna drink another load..." Heather gasped.

David pulled his cock from Heather's clasping cunt and Heather jumped off the desk and onto the nearby sofa. She lay on her stomach reached back and grabbed her ankles and then opened her mouth in invitation. David joined her on the sofa, kneeling facing her, fisting his mighty charger now covered in pussy sauce. She opened her mouth lunged forward and engulfed his cock to the root all in one go. 

"Fuck!" David shouted in surprise. She'd never done THAT before. For the first time since augmenting his sexual control with the MasterPC, David lost it. He came without a mental command to release, and it was one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever experienced. Heather had the head of his cock half way down her throat. He was literally ejaculating almost directly into her stomach. She held his cock deep inside her throat, her lips nibbling at the base, as David's dick jerked and spat streams of hot seminal fluid down Heather's gullet. She swallowed and swallowed; her throat muscles urging the last drops of his jizz through his steaming stalk, pleased that she'd surprised him; pleased that she'd made him lose his control and his composure. She smiled in triumph around his still throbbing boner and pulled her head back to taste the last salty drops of his essence.

"Mmmmmm....tasty," Heather said as she licked a stray drop of semen from the tip of David's cock.

"God that was intense, baby," David breathed as he sat down. Heather crawled up into his lap and they began kissing; post-coital languor overtaking them for a few moments.

David's cell phone rang, interrupting their after play. He set Heather aside, picked it up and saw the caller i.d.

"I have to take this call baby. Go get yourself fixed up, OK?"

Heather pouted a little, but went at his command, leaving him alone.

"Hello," he said into the phone.

"David Donaldson?"

"Speaking."

"This is Detective Donovan from SPD. Chief Wiggum asked me to call you about the north end beatings case."

"Thanks for calling me. I think I can help you solve the case. Would you be willing to meet with me and discuss it?"

The silence from the other end of the line was deafening. David knew he'd have to win her over. 

"I know this is irregular, and cops hate to have civilians underfoot, but I'd like you to hear me out, OK? Could you meet me at the Red Mug at say 1:30 this afternoon?"

There was a sigh of resignation from the other end. "OK, Mr. Donaldson, I'll meet you at the Red Mug, and you'll have about 10 minutes to prove to me you're not some nut job looking for publicity. I'm only doing this much because Chief Wiggum ordered me to cooperate with you."




MasterPC Ch. 05



"You won't be sorry, Detective. I'll see you at the Red Mug at 1:30."

"Yes. Bye."

The line went dead. 

"That could have gone better," David said. "But, what did you expect, applause?"

David got himself back together, went home, took a shower, changed clothes, had some lunch, and prepared for his 1:30 meeting.

As you might expect, Aimee was not only punctual but beautiful. She was tall and brunette with threads of auburn that caught the sun as she stood in the doorway of the Red Mug looking for David. He spotted her, and even though he'd never seen her before, David knew who she had to be -- the badge hanging from a chain around her neck was a giveaway in any event. He gave a little wave and she walked to his table.

David held out his hand.

"David Donaldson," he said, smiling his most charming smile.

"Detective Donovan," Aimee said, all business. She did, however, take David's hand and give it a squeeze.

"Please sit," David said, indicating the chair across from where he'd been sitting while waiting for her arrival. "Can I get you something?"

"Decaf. Cream, one Sweet'n Low."

"Coming right up."

David handled the transaction with the barista smoothly and was soon placing a steaming cup of the local java in front of the skeptical detective.

"Look," David said, "I know you think this is a big waste of time."

She cut him off.

"It is a big waste of time. I've got a crime spree to stop and people to protect. What I don't have is time to sit around with civilians who think they've got the answer to everything."

"Well at least the coffee is good," David said. He was thinking about how much easier this would be if he had used his magic software to create some cooperation.

Aimee took a sip of her coffee.

"True, they do serve good coffee here."

"I'll cut to the chase."

"That'd be refreshing."

"I know that what I'm about to say is going to sound really stupid, but I want you to know that it's all true."

"This oughta be good," Aimee snorted.

David had created a MasterPC ap for his iPhone, bypassing a number of Apple's security protocols to do it. He called it up now.

"I can demonstrate."

"What...are you going to leap a tall building at a single bound?"

"No, I won't. I'll do something else."

David put Aimee's name into the MasterPC's input slot. Her miniature self rotated in front of him. Aimee couldn't see what he was doing, but the next thing she felt was her bra and blouse getting tighter. Her tits were growing -- something they hadn't done since junior high.

"What the fuck!" she hissed.

David reversed the changes and Aimee felt herself getting back to normal.

"What the hell was that? Did you do that?"

"I can't tell you how, but yes, it was me. And I can do lots of other stuff too. That was just a little demonstration -- something to prove that I've got some special capabilities."

Aimee was still a little flustered but she rallied magnificently.

"So you can make my tits bigger. How's that going to help us catch whoever is beating people up?"

"Aimee, you're being obtuse. I've embarrassed you and you were already mad about coming here so you're not thinking this through. I've used my little magic trick to give myself some special abilities; abilities that, in a detective, could help you get this person off the streets. You'll get credit for the collar, and I'll stay in the background -- way in the background. In fact, I don't even want anyone but you and Chief Wiggum to know that we're working together."

"I...I..." Aimee started to speak and stopped.

"You don't know what to say. I know it's a lot. Let me ride along with you tomorrow and I'll show you something that will make it possible for you to solve this case."

"Meet me at the corner of John Avenue and Sixth Street tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock. Don't be late."

"I'll be there."

"Thanks for the coffee."

Aimee got up and walked out of the coffee shop. 

"Now I wait. She might go back to the station house and tell Chief Wiggum I'm a nut job and she's not going to work with me, or she'll keep her mouth shut and become a super star detective. I guess I'll just have to wait and see."

David returned to the office, fucked Heather two more times, including once in the ass, talked to a few clients and potential clients and went home for the day, whistling a happy tune. It was good to be David Donaldson.

The next morning, David was waiting with a paper bag of donuts and two cups of steaming hot coffee when Aimee showed up at John and Sixth in an unmarked cruiser (as if you couldn't tell it was a cop car anyway). David got in and Aimee pulled away before he could even buckle his seat belt.

"Good morning," David said, going for friendly and hoping Aimee wouldn't shoot him for his impertinence.

A head bob and a grunt was all he got in return.

"I brought donuts," David said, placing a bag on the seat between them.

"Donuts? Really? You brought donuts? Do I look like someone who eats donuts? Or did you just assume all cops were donut hounds?"

"Well, I like donuts, and these came from Bee's Busy Bakery in Iron River."

"You drove to Iron River for donuts?" Aimee's tone softened a bit. "That's a 45 minute ride each way. You drove an hour and a half for a bag of donuts?"

"Ever had one from Bee's? It was worth the drive. Plain cake donuts are the perfect fuel for crime fighting."

"You read too many Spenser novels. If I eat one of those, it will go straight to my ass. No thanks."

"More for me then," David said, reaching into the bag for one of the brown ovals of delight.

"I brought coffee too," David said, pointing to the pair of paper cups, steam wafting from the lids, in the cup holder on the transmission hump between them. "Cream and two Sweet'n Low, right?"

"Thank you, David. That was thoughtful. Damn those donuts smell good."

"What if I told you I could make adjustments to your metabolism so that you could eat all the donuts you want and never see them on your ass?"

"I'd say you were nuts."

David took out his iPhone and put Aimee's name into the Master PC ap. He typed in a few commands. "There. All done. Have some bear sign and enjoy it without guilt. Have a cheeseburger at lunch. Just don't forget to maintain your workout schedule."

"Is this for real?"

"Remember yesterday in the coffee shop when you felt your breasts get bigger?"

Aimee actually blushed.

"I see you do remember. Well, this is just like that except you won't really notice the change."

"Have you made changes like this to your own body?"

"Oh, yes. You didn't know me a couple of years ago. You'd hardly recognize me. I was a completely different person in a lot of ways. Now, I'm healthy as a horse, have the body of an 18 year old, work out regularly, and I never get sick."

"No kidding. May I ask how you came by these miraculous powers?"

"Yes, you can ask, but I'm not going to tell you the whole story. And, I need you to keep what I do tell you to yourself. What I have is a very powerful source of techno-magic. It would be disastrous if it became general knowledge -- trust me on this. Let's just say that I am an enhanced human being with much faster reflexes, greater strength, and lots more intelligence than the average representative of Homo sapiens."

Aimee gave him a doubtful look.

"Since you've allowed me to help you on this case, I will make that magic accessible to you. If you like, I can give you some upgrades that you'll really enjoy and some that will just come in handy for solving crimes."

Aimee pulled the car over to the curb, put it in park, and shut off the motor.

"Upgrades? What kind of upgrades?"

"Ever have a suspect get away because you weren't fast enough to catch them? Ever wish you were stronger so that you didn't need to worry about going up against the bad guys? Or more agile? Or smarter?"

"You can do all of that with your phone?"

"Well, it's easier on my laptop, but, yes, technically, I can do all of that on my iPhone."

"Where's your laptop?"

"At the office."

"Where's that?"

"It's the old Great Northern building at Belknap and Tower."

Aimee started the Ford POS and pulled away from the curb, made a tire squealing U-turn and headed back to the center of town. Five minutes later she pulled up behind the building where A2Z Consulting had its offices.

"OK. Go do your thing and make me a super cop. I think this is probably bullshit, but what the hell -- nothing I've done so far to try and solve these crimes has worked. I'll admit I'm getting a little desperate."

Aimee hesitated and then added almost in a mumble, "and you might make my tits a little bigger too."

"What are you now, B-cup?"

She gave him an almost shy look, but then said, "Yes."

"What would you like them to be?"

"Anything bigger than C will just be in the way."

"I'll set that up to take place overnight -- that way you won't have to be uncomfortable the rest of the day. You can buy a new bra or two after work."

"Get going. I don't have all day," Detective Donovan said her skepticism still rather obvious.

"Yes, of course, Detective Donovan. No need to wait for me. You'll notice the changes as you go along."

David left the car and walked up to his office. Heather greeted him with a hand full of messages -- he told her to hold onto them for a moment. He walked into his office, woke up his computer, and called up the MasterPC program.

Seconds later, Detective Donovan's form was rotating in front of him on the screen.

"Now, let's see -- what would a crime fighter need?"

David sat for a moment, thinking. Then he began to input a series of commands.

"Intelligence enhancement...check. Strength, agility, and speed upgrades...check. Improved eye sight with extra night vision capability...check. Improved powers of hearing and olfactory reception...check. Observational skills...check. Ability to detect lies...check. That ought to do it for crime fighting skills for now. Oh yeah, C-cup breasts...there...that'll take care of it. By tomorrow morning she'll have a nice rack. She'd better buy some new lingerie on the way home."

David sat before the computer for a few more moments, wrestling with something.

"What the hell," he muttered, and put a few more commands into the MasterPC console. 

"There...those ought to make her future life more enjoyable -- her sex life anyway."

He stared at her image rotating on the screen lost in thought. He frowned.

"I hate to do this, but, it just wouldn't do to have anyone trace any of this back to me," David said. A few more commands went into the computer program and then he replaced Aimee's image with Chief Wiggum. He instructed the Chief to forget their conversation about the north end beatings. He shut down MasterPC and then put his computer back to sleep. David put his suit jacket back on and walked out of his office.

"I'll be back in a few minutes, Heather. Have the lube warmed up sweet cheeks, daddy's in the mood for some back door action today," David said as he dashed out the door. He smiled as he heard Heather's squeal of delight -- she loved it in the ass.

After David left the cruiser, Aimee drove back toward the police station. By the time she got there she was feeling odd. For one thing, she had no idea why she had been in the lot behind the Great Northern building when she should have been at the police station, working the case.

"Weird."

Then, there was the bag of donuts and the cup of coffee she hadn't remembered buying.

"This is even weirder. I never buy donuts."

There were only two left anyway. They were both gone by the time she'd covered the six blocks back to the station. She felt different but had no explanation. She had, however, come up with a way to stop the crime spree, and when she thought of it she wondered why it hadn't occurred to her before. Later that day, after she left work, she was surprised to find herself walking out of the local Mall with several bags from her favorite lingerie store. She had no idea why she'd gone there or why she suddenly felt the need to buy a C-cup bra. "I'm a B-cup and have been since puberty. This is weird."

David walked back to Sixth and John, retrieved his car, and went back to the office to resume his work as a consultant. He was working on a new account -- W.E. Coyote -- and he had to develop an approach that would make the CEO want to hire him. He was confident that the string of beatings in the North End would come to a swift and certain end, and that his community had acquired a powerful new weapon against crime. He thought he might even get to score Detective Donovan someday. That would be a real bonus.

When he walked into the office, Heather was not at her desk. David Smiled. He put out the "be back later" sign, locked the outer office door, and sauntered into his private office where, surprise surprise, Heather was waiting, buck naked, on his leather sofa. She was on her knees with her perfect little heart shaped ass up in the air displaying her crotch like a mare in heat. There was a large bottle of Astroglide™ next to her on the sofa. She'd obviously applied quite a bit to her asshole, which now sported a large black butt plug.

"Heather, you beautiful little slut," David said as he dropped his suit jacket on the back of his office chair.

Heather looked back over her shoulder and grinned.

"C'mon Daddy...don't make me wait. I've got the lube all warmed up and I've made myself as ready as I can for your big cock," she said in that little girl voice that drove him wild.

Seconds later David was as naked as Heather. He walked to the couch and picked up the bottle of lube. He poured a copious amount on his cock and used his left hand to spread it around. With his right, he began to play with the butt plug in Heather's ass.

"I think we should get you one with a horse tail or something on it and have you wear it in the office," he said as he worked the large chunk of black rubber in and out of Heather's pliant asshole.

"Ooooooo....Daddy...that would be hot!"

The plug emerged from her rectum with a popping sound, leaving her hole gaped for a moment before it resumed its usual star shape. David's cock was hard and covered with a thin layer of lubricant. He wasted no time on preliminaries, knowing what Heather wanted. He'd broken her anal cherry in that hotel room where he'd first really used her the night she came to apologize. It had become her favorite way to fuck ever since. She was almost as much of an anal slut as Dana DeArmond.

David pressed the head of his cock against the wrinkled rosebud of Heather's ass.

"Oh!" gasped Heather as she felt the tip of his cock touch her tender flesh.

"Push back on it," David commanded.

"Yessssss...." Heather hissed as she pushed her hips back toward him. Little by little the large mushroom head of David's dick spread the well-oiled and well-trained ring of flesh guarding Heather's rectum. Heather groaned continuously as she felt her backside cloven again by David's mighty spear.

"Ahhhhh..." Heather sighed as the head was completely engulfed and she felt the shaft begin to impale her guts.

David always enjoyed this moment as he felt himself drawn into Heather's body, enjoying the constriction of her tight anal ring around the shaft of his cock, the warmth of her belly around him, the slick feeling of the lubricant, the trembling of Heather's body as her pleasure began to ramp up toward what he knew would be a massive orgasm -- he'd wired her for pleasure (hers and his) and he'd done an excellent job.

Heather did not stop pushing until she felt David's balls against her wet, swollen, pussy lips; felt his thighs against her ass cheeks. She knew she had taken him all the way.

"Fuck me Daddy," she whimpered, "fuck Heather's ass."

David grasped Heather's hips in his hands and began to do just that. Heather reached between her legs and began to frig her pussy; rubbing herself vigorously while her boss began sawing his cock in and out of her asshole. She was in bliss. Her pleasure was multiplying exponentially as the speed and vigor of David's strokes increased.

David was giving Heather his entire length on every stroke leaving only the head of his cock in her behind as he pulled back. She was pushing back with as much force as he was using to push forward multiplying the force of his cock's thrusts in and out of her bowels. Sensing her nearness to orgasm, David shortened up his thrusts and increased their speed and force, pounding her ass with his gristly cudgel.

"Oh...my...god," Heather panted in time with his thrusts as she felt the pleasure waves wash over her. She was right on the edge of a massive climax. She pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger and jerked herself over the top as she felt David hilt himself in her again and again.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" she screamed, making David grateful once again for the extra sound proofing he'd paid so much money for when the office had been remodeled.

David was glad that her climax had hit while he was buried all the way inside her. Heather's internal muscles clamped down on his cock like a vise; released and clamped again; over and over the cycle repeated as she howled through one climax after another.

David imagined that this is what having your cock stuck into a milking machine might feel like. His pleasure was incredible; it was magnified by Heather's own sexual tsunami. With a grunt, he let his own climax go, his balls releasing a flood of semen into Heather's guts.

Feeling David's cock jerk and spit in her bowels sent Heather into another paroxysm of pleasure. Her contractions milked the last of David's prodigious load of nut sauce from his balls. He stroked himself in and out of Heather's ass a few more times, and then slid his cock all the way out. Heather's asshole gaped; a steady stream of milky fluid oozed from the raw red opening; it drooled down her crack; it slid over the tumescent petals of her pussy where her fingers were still busily stroking the proud flesh of her sexual center.

David slapped Heather on the ass and then went to their shared bathroom to clean up. He showered and redressed himself. Heather did likewise and the pair resumed their work as if nothing had happened; Heather, however, had an inflatable donut on her chair and a smile of immense satisfaction on her face for the rest of the day.

David landed a new account -- W. E. Coyote -- that afternoon, and booked himself a trip to see the new client. Maybe he'd take Heather along. And, maybe, just maybe, the suggestion he'd planted way down deep in Detective Donovan's mind would bear fruit without blowing up in his face. Would he get away with violating his own rules? Had he given into temptation? Would it come back to bite him in the ass?

There was only one way to find out -- he'd just have to await developments. He looked at the calendar. It had been a week since he'd popped one in the missus -- it'd be her turn tonight. Maybe, he thought, it was time to tweak the old lady's libido a bit. No point in her missing out on the pleasure train.

Life was good.



MasterPC Ch. 06



Chapter 6: A Matter of Ownership

I was sitting at the receptionist's desk with my feet propped up one hot July afternoon, sifting through applications for executive assistants. Heather, my previous assistant, had run off with Juliette, a high level bureaucrat in a company for which I'd recently finished a major consulting project. The happy couple sent me a post card from somewhere in the Grand Caymans. Apparently they'd gone there as a honeymoon. "Well, that's what happens when you meddle," I thought as I tossed another file folder on the reject pile. I'd used MasterPC to give Juliette an inclination to find my sexy assistant attractive -- it helped us secure a large check and an ongoing retainer. Why should I have been surprised when Juliette fell for Heather? I was more surprised when Heather fell for Juliette. Et tu Heather?

The sun was high and hot the way only a mid-July sun can be. It was about 80 degrees -- the kind of mid-summer day that chambers of commerce pray for; the kind of day that makes tourists remember why they spent their hard earned money to drive up the Interstate from Chicago, Minneapolis, or Moline. They think about how lucky they are as they soak their feet in the cool waters of the greatest of the Great Lakes or tee a Titleist™ up for the first of 18 at Apostle Highlands. For my money, there's no better place to be on earth in the summer time than on or next to the shining big sea waters of Lake Superior. 

The soft hum of the air conditioning was not enough to mask the click of high heels on the marble floor outside my offices -- the world headquarters of A2Z Consulting. I'm David Donaldson the President, Chairman of the Board, and CEO of this company. I'm also its only employee at the moment. My offices, a two room suite, are in an old building downtown that was originally built by the Great Northern Railroad back in the 1890's. It's not the most luxurious space, but it suits me. 

The footsteps stopped in front of my door. I could see the outline of a human figure through the frosted glass. Whoever it was couldn't decide whether or not to come in. Well, I was in no hurry for them to make a decision. I picked up another application and began reading, mentally correcting the grammar and spelling as I went.

The door opened. A woman appeared. She pointed a pair of 38's at me. She also had a gun. I neither moved nor spoke. In any transaction the one who speaks first loses. That's the first law of sales -- well, no, I tell a lie -- the first law of sales is "always let the customer say no." So, "the one who speaks first loses" must be the second law. 

I set the file I was holding on the desk with the others. I said nothing. The woman was tall and, to say the least, statuesque -- I smiled, thinking of Jessica Rabbit. Perhaps I could make this woman laugh. She had long red hair the color of copper wire that framed a face made up of perfectly proportionate features -- each one exactly where it should be and the right size to compliment the others. Her skin tone was luminous like the best ancient Chinese porcelain. Her eyes were green, and her gaze was penetrating. She was a work of art in a light green suit with an antique white blouse. Her skirt was just short enough to reveal a set of legs that screamed professional dancer. They were expensively encased in silk. From where I sat, I couldn't see her shoes, but I guessed they were expensive too. Her perfume wandered over and introduced itself. It was Shalimar by Geurlain. Everything about her demanded I respond to her as a male, and boy was I responding.

"David Donaldson I presume?"

"Madam, you have the advantage of me."

"Yes, and I also have a gun."

"Unless you're going to shoot me with it, would you mind pointing it somewhere else?"

"I like where it's pointed just fine."

"All right, we'll come back to that. How about telling me your name and why you're here?"

"You don't need to know my name. As to why I'm here... You have something that belongs to me -- a book."

"A book that belongs to you?"

"Are you deaf? That's what I said. You have a book that belongs to me and I want it back."

"I have many books. You'll have to be more specific."

"It's a book by Rafael Sabatini."

A leap of intuition gave me the answers to a pair of questions. I knew why she was here. I also knew why she looked so good.

"The Kings Minion," I said.

"Yes. That's it. I want it back."

"I no longer have it. It was definitely not one of Sabatini's best. It reminded me of some of the things Stephen King has had to write to satisfy his publishers from time to time. I tried giving it to the public library and even they didn't want it. So I put it out at a neighbor's garage sale. It's long gone."

I watched her carefully, particularly her trigger finger. I thought I might have to test one of my most recent MasterPC upgrades. I had decided it would be cool to have super speed like The Flash, one of my favorite comic book characters from back in the day. Sounds good you say? Well, you try running faster than Mach III and see what happens to your clothing.

"May I sit down?"

"By all means, please do," I said, indicating the client chair across the desk from me. I turned and moved my feet to the floor and placed both hands where she could see them on the desk. I didn't want any misunderstandings. The rod never wavered as she sat down. I was sorry that the desk was in the way. I would have liked a better look at those legs.

"I suppose one of the first things you gave yourself was a big cock," she announced.

I was embarrassed to say that she was right. But I managed not to show it.

"And the first thing you gave yourself was a set of giant knockers," I replied, evenly, my attention still on the gun (a pity since it should have been on those magnificent tits).

If she was embarrassed she also did not show it. She looked at me for a few moments more and then a smile crept up from the corners of her perfect lips.

"Well, you'd be wrong. It was the second thing."

"So it's safe to say that you're not really here about a book," I said.

"That's right, I'm not. I'm here about what was inside that book; a CDROM with some very special software on it. I want that disc back."

"Well, you might have just asked. You didn't need the heater."

"Where is it?"

"Didn't you make any backup copies?"

"No, I didn't. The one in the book is the only one that I know of that still exists. Copies are not safe."

"So, it wasn't safe to make a backup copy, but it was safe to put your only copy in the back of a book by an obscure early 20th century author of melodramatic adventure novels?"

"It's complicated."

"I'll bet."

"So, what else did you give yourself besides a big dick?"

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," I said, smiling.

"We can discuss that later. I'd be willing to place a small wager that when you found the disc you were a fat, balding, middle aged, middle manager whose career was at a dead end. "

"Guilty on all counts, except the career thing. I actually had a pretty good job and was up for a rather significant promotion. Otherwise, spot on. Full marks. What's your point?"

"My point is this. You didn't deserve the things that you acquired after you found that disc. You created a new reality; a stolen reality."

"And you didn't?"

"I'm not here to talk about what I did."

"OK, so you want the disc back. Then what?"

"You'll never hear from me again."

"Oh I think you'll have to do better than that. If I give you that disc, what's to keep you from using it to restore what you think of as reality? I'm not ready to go back to the way things were before I found it. No, I don't think I'll give you the disc. If you were too stupid to make a copy that's your problem, not mine, honey. Now unless you have a rational proposal to put in front of me, or you want to hire my company for a job, I'll have to ask you to leave. I'm busy."

"Do I look stupid?"

"No, you look like Janet Mason without all the plastic surgery."

She actually blushed. "Do you really think so? That was the look I was going for. My late husband was a big fan of hers."

"You succeeded in spades."

She frowned. "You're just trying to distract me. I'm not afraid to use this gun. Now give me my property back."

"Oh, I doubt very much if it was your property to begin with. Where did you find it?"

"It's mine. It was a birthday present."

I burst out laughing. This was just too much.

"Next I suppose you'll start referring to it as your 'precious' or something. Good grief. Instead of giving yourself a nice set of tits you might have given yourself some brains."

"I've got plenty of brains. Or at least I did have. How long has it been since you found the disc and started using the program?"

"About a year and a half."

"Eighteen months. Yes, that's about right. Well, I have news for you. The changes aren't permanent. At least they weren't with me. When I found the disc, the first thing I did was give myself a major intelligence boost."

"Ditto. Well, not the first thing, actually," I said.

"Men. You're all alike," she said sarcastically.

"Don't assume too much," I interrupted.

"As I was saying, I gave myself a major boost in intelligence. Then I went to work building a better physical self."

"You did a nice job."

"Thank you. So did you. Things were going along nicely and I was being very careful not to overuse the program. My husband was delighted with the makeover. I used the software judiciously to help him grow his company. This was several years ago. He died suddenly, in a plane crash."

"I'm sorry for your loss, Mrs. ...?"

"Who I am is not important. You need to understand what I'm saying. After a while you start to lose the artificially acquired intelligence. What I've discovered is that while the physical changes you make, like your metabolism, muscles, etc., are more or less permanent, the mental changes you make actually wear off over time unless they're renewed. You haven't started seeing that yet, but you will, in about six months. 

"So how did you lose the disc?"

"I thought I was being clever by hiding it in a book no one would ever read. I'm afraid I wasn't paying very close attention when my housekeeper suggested I clear out some of the old books in my late husband's study. Without thinking, I let her take them all to a used book store -- one that you, apparently, frequent. Or you used to."

"I haven't been there since I bought the Sabatini. Hard to believe the same author wrote 'Scaramouche.'"

"I need that disc in order to restore my intelligence."

"Is that all? Well, why didn't you say so? I can do that for you right now. If you'll just tell me your name, I'll make all your problems go away."

She laughed. It was not a reassuring sound from someone holding a gun.

"I haven't lost that much intelligence. Once I give you my name you'll be able to do anything you want to me and to my reality. No, I don't think I'll give you my name."

"We have an impasse then. If you shoot me you'll never find the disc. Unless you tell me your name I won't even consider helping you."

"If I shoot you, you'll be dead."

"Is it so easy to kill then?"

"I'm desperate. You have no idea what I'm capable of."

She leveled the gun at me. I decided it was time to end this. I leaned back in my chair and stretched; seemingly bored with her and the conversation. Then, I engaged my super speed and in a flash, no pun intended, I was sitting on the edge of the desk facing my mystery guest. This time, I had the gun. I had also singed the lapels of one of my favorite suits ... again. Damn.

"What? How?"

"I've been testing the limits of what MasterPC can do in terms of self-improvement. I can move faster than any human being can think. I can do a lot of things mere mortals are unable to do."

She was crestfallen. A tear appeared at the corner of one eye and ran down the perfect skin of that perfect face following the line of her perfect nose, and dripping onto her perfect and oh-so-kissable lips. I wanted to take her in my arms right there and ... well I couldn't decide between comforting and ravishing her. 

"Now what happens? Are you going to call the police?"

"Why on earth would I do that? What happens next is up to you. It always was. I've been very careful about using MasterPC. I don't want to get into trouble and I don't want to start any chains of events that I can't control. I've already made one mistake and that cost me my assistant."

"Did she die?"

"No, she ran off with another woman -- a client. It's a long story. I'd be happy to tell you all about it over lunch if you'll just tell me your name."

She sat there, pretty as a picture, desirable as Venus. I wanted to help her, but could she overcome her paranoia enough to let me? Let's be honest, I also wanted to fuck her brains out -- after I'd augmented them, of course. Intelligence is a big turn on for me in a woman -- even more important than looks. She said nothing. I had the gun and the power. I decided to speak first, violating one of my rules.

"I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to do. I can help you get back your brain power and maybe we can work together to figure out why it has to be renewed when other changes are permanent, or permanent so far as we know. Let's talk about it over lunch. I know a little French place about four blocks from here that offers a magnificent view of about 34-million wasted tax dollars and has a great kitchen. I'll even buy. And, after that, we'll go get the CDROM and I'll make a copy for you. That's fair, isn't it?"

She took a tissue from the box on my desk and dabbed at her eyes.

"I guess you leave me no choice."

"Good. Let me get my coat."

Before I went to the closet for my suit jacket, I took the precaution of removing the clip from the automatic and putting it in a locked file cabinet along with the gun. I suppose you're thinking "what if she had a backup piece in her purse?" No, scratch that, you're really thinking "damn I wish he'd get to the sex part of this story!" I wasn't worried about guns. I can outrun bullets, remember? So I locked up the heater, grabbed my suit coat and escorted my mystery woman out of the office.

In spite of being the noon hour, we got a good table at Le Bistro. I really like their turkey sandwich. That and a salad make a nice lunch for about 8 bucks. The atmosphere is nice and the service is pretty good most days. White linens on the tables with fresh flowers. It's impressive. 

"This is nice," she said.

"Yes, I like it."

The waitress came and took our orders. I had the turkey sandwich with a garden salad, as usual. My lunch date, who I'd come to think of as Jessica Rabbit for lack of a proper name, ordered the chicken salad sandwich.

"Look, I'm sorry about the gun. But I didn't know anything about you except that you'd bought that book. You might have been some sort of monster or something."

"Yes, I can see where you might worry about that. Well, am I a monster do you think?"

"No, I don't think so. You've been more than fair."

"And don't forget, I'm picking up the tab. How about if you tell me your name so we don't have to be strangers sharing a table?"

"Kathleen. Kathleen O'Brien."

I extended my hand across the table. She took it.

"Pleased to meet you, Kathleen. I'm David. David Donaldson."

"Donaldson? Like the author?"

"Yes, like the author. Do you read his stuff? I don't generally meet too many people who are familiar with him."

"Mordent's Need is one of my favorites," she said, a faraway look in her eyes.

"Are you waiting for a powerful man to come through a mirror and save you from an otherwise pointless existence then?"

"A girl can dream, can't she?"

"I won't argue with that. Tell me more about yourself. How did you find the disc? What did you learn about its uses and limitations? Perhaps we could pool our knowledge and help each other."

"A friend from Colorado sent it to me. She said she had to get rid of it because her husband found out what it did, got really pissed, and tossed her computer into their pool. She warned me not to use it except in a dire emergency, and she told me not to lose it. She didn't say where she'd gotten it, just that a friend had sent it. She got herself into some trouble over it, I guess, and handed the problem off to me."

"Interesting. So what did you do when you got it?"

"I was curious, naturally -- who wouldn't be? And when I put it into my computer and saw the first screen...when I heard the words...well, I'd read those old stories by JR Parz back in the 90's. Of course I didn't believe them, but there was the disc spinning away in my computer."

"So you tried it out on yourself first."

"Yes. That was logical, I thought."

"You wanted to do something that would be immediately noticeable and you were the closest subject to try it on. I felt the same."

"So did you really give yourself bigger equipment as your first test?"

"No, actually, I did something for a colleague -- helped her quit smoking. I also reversed the damage that smoking had already caused in her cardio-pulmonary system. But I also wanted to try something that I would immediately notice just to see if it worked. That's when I did a little self-improvement."

"Interesting that you thought of doing something for someone else first. Very noble."

"Well don't nominate me for sainthood just yet," I said, smiling.

"I had trouble resisting the urge to use it for all sorts of things at first" Kathleen said. "I live in the State Capitol and it was difficult not to just 'fix' the idiots who run things."

"I know what you mean. There've been times when I thought about turning the local City Council into gerbils and the Mayor into a boa constrictor."

"What else did you do?"

"Nothing too major. I made sure my wife and children would never be sick again, took care of some other nagging health issues in the family, little things like that. And, I used it to make some major upgrades in my own physiology."

"Yes, I did much the same thing. Still, it was tempting to use it all the time."

"Roger that. I installed the program on a laptop computer and then I put the disc in a secure place. Say, that reminds me; didn't you have the software installed on a computer?"

"Yes, I did, and then the computer's hard drive crashed completely -- totally fried -- and I wasn't able to recover the program. That's when I discovered my mistake with the book, and I also realized that the mental effects of MasterPC had started to wear off."

The conversation continued after our food came. I told her all about Heather and what had happened out at Acme with Juliette. After lunch we went back to my office. I fired up my computer, put Kathleen's name in, and jacked up her IQ. She was pretty happy. I gave her back the gun, but not the bullets. She understood. I also gave her my backup copy of the CDROM disc.

"You had this in your office all the time?"

"Sure. The original is in a safe place. This is my back up copy. I have three others stashed in various safe locations. And, of course, the program resides on my hard drive."

"You're thorough."

"Yes, and I've developed an iPhone application of the MasterPC software. It's great to be able to run the program without a computer."

"That's dangerous don't you think?"

"Not really. I have a lot of safeguards on my phone that would prevent anyone else from using it -- just like my regular computer. If the program is activated without my password, it erases itself completely."

"Hmmm...that's a good idea."

"Will you be heading back south now?"

"I have a hotel room for the night. I'll go back in the morning."

"Do you need a ride back to the hotel?"

"Are you trying to seduce me?"




MasterPC Ch. 06



"I won't deny the thought has crossed my mind. What are my chances?"

"You intrigue me, and you helped me. That should at least get you a chance to show me what else you can do."

"And, remember the second thing I did with the software."

"Yes, I remember, and you did say you'd show me yours if I showed you mine."

"What hotel are you using?"

"Barkers Island Inn."

"Let's go then," I said.

"We'd be fools not to," Kathleen replied.

I ushered her to the door and followed her out. I watched her ass as she sashayed down the corridor. Damn, that was one fine looking woman. One way or the other, I wanted to make sure I got a sample of that before the night was through. And though it was tempting to go back into the computer to make sure, I resisted. I wanted this to happen because she wanted it as much as I did, and I was pretty sure she did.

I opened her door and helped her into the big Cadillac. I went around and got in the driver's side and fired up the Northstar V-8. The AC was running full blast as I wheeled the De Ville into the traffic on Belknap Street. It was a quiet ride. Neither of us said a word.

She said nothing as I parked in the hotel lot, got out, and opened her door. I offered my hand and she took it. I held onto it all the way to the hotel lobby. She didn't let go. We walked to the elevator. She pressed the button for her floor -- I wasn't paying much attention. When the doors closed behind us, she turned to me and I put my arms around her. We kissed. I had wanted a taste of those lips since I first laid eyes on her. I was not disappointed. Our breathing was heavy by the time the door opened. Somehow, without my noticing, she'd managed to retrieve her room key from her purse so no time was lost in fumbling at the door.

Inside the room with the door shut things accelerated. Our bodies ground together and I know she was feeling my manhood's bulge pressing into her belly. Her tits were squashed against my chest and I couldn't wait to get at them. But I did wait -- self-denial can be a form of pleasure.

"Let's get naked," she whispered in my ear as our kiss broke.

I would have been happy to make out fully clothed for a while -- I really like that aspect of sex -- but I also wanted to see what was under that suit. And, to tell the truth, I wanted to know if she was a natural redhead.

I stepped back and began stripping. By the time I'd taken off my jacket, Kathleen had tossed her jacket over a chair and quickly divested herself of her skirt and blouse, leaving her clad in only a bra, silk stockings, and a garter belt. She was, indeed, a natural redhead as evidenced by the thick red bush covering her pubic mound. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. When it dropped to the floor in front of her I was staring opened mouthed at the most magnificent set of mammaries I'd ever seen. They were absolute perfection. Large and round with no sag and none of the telltale signs of surgery. The nipples were long with significant areolae -- everything in perfect proportion. She smiled.

"You like?"

I was speechless. My fingers had rebelled against my brain and were not cooperating in my efforts to get my tie untied or my shirt unbuttoned. I just stood there staring stupidly at the vision standing before me. I am not a man accustomed to being speechless. Anyone who knows me would agree. But there I was, as tongue tied as a 9th grader looking at his first copy of Playboy.

"I'll take that as a yes," she said, chuckling throatily. 

Kathleen stepped to me and began to help me get the buttons of my shirt undone while I took on the seemingly simpler task of undoing my belt and the fastening at the waistband of my slacks. I kicked off my shoes and my pants were soon a puddle of fabric at my feet. My dress shirt soon joined them and shortly after that my undershirt. All I wore now were the boxer's I'd put on after my shower. There was a huge tent in the front -- evidence of my appreciation of Kathleen's lovely form. She stepped back as I stepped out of my underwear and we took turns staring at each other's nakedness.

"Nice job," we both said at once. She giggled and I chuckled (men don't giggle).

And then she was in my arms and we forgot about speech for a while. Her lips were soft and pliable, her mouth tasted sweet to my tongue. Our arms were wrapped around each other and our hands were busy exploring everything they could reach. I got mine between us and began measuring her mammaries with my hands, filling them with the lovely sensitive flesh. Kathleen groaned with pleasure as I mauled her tits. I found her nipples and began twisting and pulling them.

"Yesssss...pull them harder you bastard," she hissed breaking our kiss. Her eyes were closed and a look of pure bliss took over her face. I continued to tug and pull on her nipples, pinching and twisting them, enjoying the expressions of pain and pleasure that streaked across her face and the gasps and squeals forced from her lips.

Kathleen had gripped my prodigious endowment in both hands and was stroking it expertly. She was no stranger to cock play -- a relief since I'd found few women who knew how I liked my dick stroked (or men for that matter). I claimed her mouth again and urged her toward the nearby bed. I wanted access to all of her and that wasn't possible standing up. Besides, I wasn't at all sure that either of us could stand for much longer.

"Bed," I whispered, my voice sounding harsh with desire.

As soon as I had her on the bed, I immediately began to kiss my way down from her lips, over her chin, pausing for a moment to taste the flesh at her neck, and then I was devouring the most perfect set of breasts I'd ever seen. They had settled slightly onto her chest, but still jutted proudly toward the ceiling. These were the real deal -- not silicone -- and they were pliant and responsive to my caresses and kisses. I consumed them like a starving man at a banquet, covering each towering cone with kisses while my hands continued to maul and squeeze them.

"My nipples," Kathleen gasped. "Suck them."

I complied immediately, taking first one and then the other rubbery knobs into my mouth along with all of the surrounding flesh I could manage. I sucked hard, which brought groans of pleasure from deep in Kathleen's throat.

"Harder. Suck harder," she pleaded.

I was pleased to do as she wished, and attacked her nipples with tongue and lips and, occasionally, gentle nips with my incisors. She loved all of it. She really loved it when I just covered her nipples with my mouth and sucked as hard as I could. This seemed to drive her wild.

The first thing I generally notice about a woman's body is her legs. The second thing is her ass. I am not, generally, a breast man. In Kathleen's case, however, I was prepared to make an exception. As perfect as her legs and ass were (she'd really done a great job with the software there) her breasts were works of art -- definitely museum quality. I could not get enough of them and Kathleen was enjoying the attention. Her hands were between her legs frigging her pussy to a fragrant froth, and the fumes wafting up to where my face was experiencing paradise in her tit-flesh were driving me almost to the point of load blowing lust.

When I finally managed to pull away from those massive mounds of delight, I began kissing my way down to where Kathleen's fingers were stirring her honey-pot so furiously. I kissed my way across her flat and well defined abs, pausing to tickle her navel with my tongue, and as I approached my goal, she obligingly removed her hands giving me full access to the treasure beneath the fluffy red fur at the apex of her thighs. I had never wanted anything so much as I did a taste of her nectar at this moment. In spite of the fact that my brain was not receiving its accustomed volume of blood/oxygen, part of my mind managed to wonder If Kathleen had programmed her juices to have this effect on others.

My lips were nibbling and nuzzling her lower belly. I could feel her bush against my left cheek. Her scent, overpowering at this distance, filled my nostrils. I forced myself to approach the target obliquely. I kissed the top of her bush. Then I kissed around it and began kissing and licking my way down her thighs, lifting her left leg and nuzzling the sensitive flesh behind the knee, then kissing my way back up toward her molten center. I repeated this on her right thigh as well. Kathleen was squirming on the bed, her hips constantly in motion, her hands mauling her tits -- I could tell that I had treated them too gently as watched her take both nipples and stretch them far beyond anything I could imagine ever doing to a woman. 

Her moans were constant. Our breathing was heavy and the sound of it filled the room as did the scent of our mutual musks. We were a pair of animals in heat. I saw beads of sweat on Kathleen's abdomen and on the undersides of her tits. I knew that my own bare flesh bore its sheen of perspiration. My cock, an iron bar jutting from between my legs, was dripping pre-cum and jerking to the rhythm of my pounding heart.

I maneuvered my body so that I was lying prone between Kathleen's legs looking up past her steaming grotto over her belly and between her magnificent breasts to her face -- contorted with passion and lust and the need for more of both. My olfactory receptors were being assaulted by her scent their defenses overwhelmed. She was all I could think of, her satisfaction my whole universe. I was compelled to drink from her fountain.

The time for subtlety and teasing was long past. I pushed my head forward to the apex of her alabaster thighs and covered her deliciously tumescent jade gate with my mouth. My tongue was a darting snake exploring every fold and crenelated surface of her inner labia so swollen now with blood that they were a bright, hot, pink shading toward deep mauve -- almost fuchsia. The taste of her on my tongue was like the finest wine I'd ever sampled; like ambrosia; like the nectar of the gods. I was instantly and irrevocably addicted to this taste. I knew in every fiber of my being that if I did not imbibe regularly at this font I would surely die.

And so I ate and drank and devoured her liquid center; the marvelous mystery that is womanhood. Up and down her slit my tongue slithered until finally fixing on a target, its tip began to stroke the bundle of nerves and gristle at the top of that slit. If I had entered the temple when I tasted her nectar for the first time I knew now the meaning of worship for when I began licking Kathleen's clitoris she erupted into a series of the most powerful orgasms I've ever seen a woman experience.

Her hands, which had been squeezing the pinching her tit flesh clamped on my head, holding it in the exact spot to afford her maximum pleasure. Her hips rose off the bed; her legs stiff; her toes curled; her breathing stilled for the moment as her diaphragm experienced a rictus akin to death; until with an explosion of breath she screamed a song of lust and pleasure in a long lusty wail of incoherent syllables.

She bucked like a wild horse trying to throw a rider. She nearly threw me, but I was ready for her and had placed my hands firmly on her ass cheeks holding her pussy in the path of my mouth and continuing to suck and lick for all I was worth. She bounced up and down thrusting her cunt into my face beating me with her pubic bone until I was sure that my upper lip would be swelling later on. She was too far gone down the long tunnel of her orgasmic journey to care about anything so esoteric as the condition of my upper lip. And still I sucked and still I licked and still I tasted her essence. 

Her hands that had been clamped to the side of my head holding me against her now began to push me away. But she had no strength. I had drained her. Kathleen's body was limp on the bed, her breathing labored coming in sobs as she fought to retain consciousness in the aftermath of intense pleasure. We had achieved a connection that had surprised us both.

I gently kissed those dewy lips once more and once again before kissing my way back across the sweaty flesh of her belly and breasts; up her neck until I could capture her lips once more in a lover's kiss. Her arms came around me and we lay quietly together, kissing and feeling our flesh touching in interesting ways.

"My god..." she breathed at last, her first coherent words in some minutes. "My god," she repeated; longer sentences seemingly beyond her grasp at the moment. I lifted myself onto an elbow and smiled down at her.

"I take it you enjoyed that," I said, smiling like the little boy who's just learned a new trick. When it comes to sex, all men are little boys at heart and the women who understand this know all they need to know about being in charge.

"Bastard...I thought you'd killed me."

"The French call it le petit mort -- the little death. Apt I think. The Chinese refer to orgasm as 'the clouds and the rain."

Kathleen pushed me onto my back and rolled half way on top of me.

"I'll give you clouds and rain, Mr. Donaldson. And then we'll see who's got the strength for smart remarks."

"If that's a challenge," I said, "I accept."

Kathleen smiled and then swooped down on my fuck stick like a raptor on a field mouse. She gripped the base of my cock with both hands and captured the head with her mouth. Oh she had a talented tongue did Kathleen O'Brien. Not to mention a talented set of lips and a seemingly endless capability for cock swallowing -- more MasterPC enhancements I thought before the lack of blood flow impeded my thinking for a while.

To say that Kathleen sucked my cock would be like calling the Mona Lisa a decent painting. Heather had been good -- not at the start but she'd learned -- but she was nothing compared to Kathleen in the cock sucking department.

Within four strokes in and out of her mouth she had swallowed my massive fuck missile to the root, her lovely lips nibbling the bare (shaved) flesh at the base. Her fingers manipulated my balls while with her other hand she stroked the spit slick flesh her mouth released on each stroke. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. She was one hundred per cent committed to blowing my cock and my mind. It was the most aggressive blow job I'd ever experienced and it reminded me of the way porn star Debbie Diamond attacked cocks during her prime. Kathleen was hungry and my steaming sausage was her meat and drink.

I used every bit of my MasterPC enhanced control to stave off an orgasm within the first two minutes of Kathleen's oral assault. Two minutes after that the game was over. Kathleen managed to worm a spit slick finger into my asshole where she probed until my prostate was under her fingertip. My cock was all the way down her gullet and her throat muscles were massaging what her lips didn't have possession of and that finger on my prostate was the final push that sent me over the edge.

"SHIT!" was all I got out before my nuts emptied themselves in salvo after salvo of hot man juice. Kathleen swallowed every last drop and kept on sucking. For a moment I thought she'd found a way to avoid needing oxygen. Her finger on my prostate was like her own private button connected directly to the part of my brain that gave instructions for ejaculation. Every time she pressed more jizz flowed from the end of my cock. My pleasure threatened to become pain just from intensity alone. She sensed this, however, and soon her head came up, sucked the last drop of my cum from a now softened cock, and then she kissed me full on the mouth, sharing the last of my semen with me. I was drained as no one had drained me since I'd discovered the magic that was MasterPC.

"I take it you enjoyed that," she said, mocking me.

I stopped her talking with a kiss. Then I rolled her over onto her back and kissed her again. My cock rallied; thanks to great software my hardware was once more ready to do its part in the everlasting struggle between yin and yang.

"Enough talking...it's time to fuck," I said.

"You can't be hard already," Kathleen gasped, feeling the untruth of her words pressing into her belly.

"Cock those legs up lady, because round one may have been a draw, but we'll see about round two."

She said nothing, but grabbed the backs of her knees and pulled them up, apart, and back, exposing her pussy and inviting the coming invasion of my manhood into her womanly center.

"Bring it on," she said, smiling, confident.

It struck me that both of us had enhanced our sexual capabilities using the MasterPC program. This was going to be an epic battle. Ali-Frasier would have nothing on this one. Rumble in the Jungle? Pee-wee league stuff.

I gripped my cock and aimed it at the opening between the petals of her feminine flower. I nuzzled that flower with the head of my instrument, covering it with her lubricant and my saliva. Then, slowly, relentlessly, I pushed forward shoving aside the flesh guarding her inner citadel; impaling her on my staff of love.

For her part, she welcomed the invasion like Ankh-Morpork welcoming the barbarian hordes with open arms sure in her ability to subdue the most violent of warriors and turn them into hung over warriors with empty purses.

Her hands found my ass and she pulled my hips forward taking me to the hilt. Her legs wrapped around my waist, holding me there, her internal muscles milking my dick shaft powerfully and seemingly tirelessly, challenging me to absorb the kind of pleasure she was capable of providing. But two can play at that game, and I withdrew against the suction of her grasping, clasping, cunt muscles, until only the tip of my cock was still nestled within her dark folds.

There was nothing gentle in the way that I forced myself back inside Kathleen's pussy. Neither of us was prepared to give or accept quarter in this bit of inter-gender warfare. Both of us wore grimaces of concentration and extreme pleasure as we did battle. I began to thrash her pussy with my cudgel of love. Faster and harder I thrust and she thrust back at me just as hard. Our eyes were locked. I drove the breath from her belly with every stroke making her grunt. My own grunts of exertion joined hers in an interesting counterpoint that has no recognizable words. The fugue we were constructing is as old as the human race and as familiar as air.

Our bellies slapped together. Her tits bounced and jiggled as I rocked her again and again. Neither of us was prepared to yield an inch as we fucked. And that's what it was: fucking. This wasn't lovemaking. There was no romance here. We were two animals rutting; each fighting for the survival of the race; each responding to the other's musk and our own natural inclinations.

And, yet, behind all of this, there was pleasure. She felt it every time I speared her at the deepest point; she felt it when my pubic bone rubbed her clit; she felt it in the friction of every stroke. I felt it in the rippling inner musculature and it's dance against my hardened flesh; I felt it in the look in her eyes and the way her nipples were like little spikes at the ends of those perfect tits; I felt it in the way she pressed against me on the end of every deep stroke seeking that last millimeter of contact between cock and cunt. We were enjoying this as much as two people can enjoy anything. In that moment I thought I could fall in love with this woman, and that thought was like a bucket of cold water. Only a supreme act of will, augmented by programming, prevented me from losing my erection at that point.

"What's wrong?"

She had sensed it too. I lost the rhythm for a moment -- just enough to break the connection between us for that fraction of a second that means everything.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know. Wait...that's a lie."

I pulled my cock from her and lay down next to her on the bed. She moved to cover me with her body, to recapture my cock and feel it inside again. I stopped her. She looked down at me with a look of complete and utter confusion.




MasterPC Ch. 06



"Talk to me, David."

"Do you know how perfect you are?"

"What?"

"Everything about you is like a walking wet dream for me. It's as if I had set out to design a woman who met every requirement I could think of in terms of intelligence and sexuality -- that woman would be exactly like you. You are the other half of me. You are the perfect match -- the yin to my yang. And I think I'm in love with you."

This had stopped being a game some time ago. This was real. This was serious. My sexual playtimes had been just that -- playtimes. I wasn't in love with Heather nor would I ever be. I wasn't in love with any of the others who had shared my bed, tasted my cock, felt me penetrate them. They were playmates and sex was a game. Everything had changed in that one moment of clarity. Where my brain got the oxygen required for that level of thought I would never understand and in that moment I wished that my balls had captured those stray molecules of 02. We could have finished our fuck, taken showers, kissed, and said our goodbyes. We could have walked away satisfied; a little sore; a little wiser; and with a smile.

"Oh, David," she said, stroking my face with the, yes, perfect fingers of her perfect left hand. "Why did you have to say that?"

"Because it was what happened. I haven't lied to you since we met; granted that was just hours ago; but I've been honest about who I was and what I was doing. I don't want to start now. And when the thought struck me that you were the perfect woman for me I knew that I was falling in love and that it would ruin everything."

"It doesn't ruin anything. David, look at me," she said, turning my head so that our eyes met again. "Listen to me, David, and listen well. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you this afternoon. When I walked into your office and saw you. When you saw the gun and didn't flinch. When you met my challenge and threw it back at me. When you cared enough to do what I asked not knowing for certain that I would play fair with you. I knew that I loved you. You are the first man I've had sex with since my husband died. Many men have tried to get into my bed and they have all failed. Now I know why. They weren't you."

Tears were in the corners of those beautiful eyes. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. Knowing that she returned my love made things worse in a way because there were no happy endings for this story that I could see. I kept those thoughts from my face and kept on kissing Kathleen the woman I now knew as my one true love.

And then, I felt her warm soft hands stroking my limp member. She looked at me and smiled.

"I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow or even in the next half an hour, David, but I know this much and that is that I want you to make love to me."

Her words were like a clarion call to my libido and my penis sprang to attention like a cadet on a parade ground. Kathleen crawled up over me, spit on her hand to lubricate the tip of my cock, and then put the tip in the split between her labia and pushed down.

"Ahhhhhhhh," she sighed as her clit mashed into my pubic bone. She ground against me for a few moments and then began to gently move her hips up and down. I captured her tits in my hands and pulled them to my face, burying myself between them, covering them with kisses, sucking the hardened tips to glistening points of flesh. I grabbed her ass and forced her hips down so that every last speck of my flesh was in contact with hers. 

Need drove her to increase the pace and I kept up with her timing my thrusts to hers watching her pleasure mount until a series of small orgasms swept over her like high tide. I threw her off me suddenly, rolling her onto her belly and then covering her with my body, my cock seeking the slit it had so recently given up and piercing it to the hilt.

I wanted this woman to feel pleasure like she'd never felt anything else in her life before. I wanted her to share the joy that I experienced knowing that she returned my love for her. My cock became the expression of that love and each stroke was like an arrow from Cupid's quiver aimed directly at her heart.

Now she was really cumming; every stroke taking her farther and farther down the path to an oblivion of pleasure. I was relentless in my lovemaking now but the intent was different. This wasn't a competition it was a mutual search for a connection between two souls. I was pouring myself into her forcing myself up the ladder of pleasure to the point at which the flood gates would open and I gave Kathleen, my goddess, the only offering I had to give her.

A last series of short, sharp, strokes and I went over, buried to the hilt, spitting and jerking inside her quaking cooze. She felt it. I know she did because she cried out my name over and over as a kind of mantra all through my own little death.

I didn't think I'd ever stop cumming and I didn't want to. I wanted to freeze this moment in time and hang onto it -- live there forever. That, of course, is not possible. But if you've ever experienced that one magic moment you know what I mean.

Spent once more I pulled out of Kathleen's pussy and lay next to her. She came into my arms and we kissed each other with passion and affection. We cuddled. We slept. We woke. We showered. We made love in the shower. My soapy cock explored the mysteries of her asshole while she frigged herself to a frantic climax in a race against the capacity of the hotel's water heater. We dried off. We made love again. We slept. We woke. We fucked.

Five a.m.

"I love you, David Donaldson," Kathleen whispered to me as we both woke from passion's slumber.

"I love you Kathleen O'Brien," I replied in kind. "The question is, now what?"

"Go home, my love. Go to sleep. I'll go home in the...no check that...later this morning. We'll think about this and we'll talk some more. After all, between the two of us we have a combined IQ of over 500 -- we should be able to sort this out," she added, smiling.

I kissed her once and then I got up and put some clothes on. She came to the door as I prepared to leave and kissed me again. I stumbled off into the early morning and somehow got home. I had no more idea what I would do about Kathleen than I had about a cure for the common cold. But, tomorrow, as they say, is another day. Who knows what might happen? We had our moment, and if it was the only one we would have I would always have at least that.

What was it Bogie said in Casablanca? "We'll always have Paris." 



MasterPC Ch. 07



MasterPC 7: David Hires a New Assistant and Plays a Round of Golf

In a down economy any job posting is going to get a lot of applicants, most of whom are not even remotely qualified for the job they're seeking. Desperate people do crazy things. After Heather left my employ to elope with a former client, I'd spent weeks seeking a replacement. I did, after all, have a business to run, and it was tough to do it without any help. 

I called a temp agency and they sent someone to help with filing, answering phones, etc. But I didn't feel that it was appropriate to ask a temp to do some of the other things that Heather did around the office, like suck my cock, fuck me once or twice a day, and generally brighten up the place. The truth was, I missed my little slut puppy. Of course I had no one to blame but myself for her departure.

So, I was still sifting through applications. I'd whittled the number down to four -- three women and one man. Two of the women were 20-somethings fresh out of business school. The man was a retired CPA whose 401K had tanked. The fourth, a woman named Julia was a widow who'd gone back to school after her children grew up and moved away. She'd studied Marketing and Business Administration. I was intrigued by this woman. Her name was Julia.

She was last on my interview list. She was prompt -- a lost virtue for Generation Y. We were set to meet in my office at 10:00 a.m., and she walked through the front door of A2Z Consulting at 9:59 a.m. 

"Hi, I'm Julia Adams," she said, smiling and extending her hand.

"Nice to meet you Julia, I'm David Donaldson," I replied. Her hand shake was firm, her skin soft to the touch. Her smile was the 100 kilowatt variety that lit up the room. I liked her already. 

"Come on in and have a seat," I said leading the way into my inner sanctum. I directed Julia to my conference table. She sat and I took the next chair rather than the opposite chair. If she noticed this she gave no indication.

I won't bore you with the details of the interview. You've all been there I'm sure. My questions were the same ones that almost every interviewer asks a prospective employee. But, I need to tell you about Julia. Long blond hair and blue eyes; nice healthy tan; she'd had some work done but whoever did it had been really good. She had a nice set of tits, well-disguised by a tailored pant suit. Her jewelry and perfume were understated but obviously of high quality. Her nails were expertly manicured. Her makeup looked professionally applied. Her perfume was subtle but present. She was about 5-6 or so with nice long legs. I hadn't had a chance to check out her ass yet, but I was willing to bet that it went nicely with the rest of the package. She looked like money. She also looked like a lot of fun. We were soon laughing and sharing life stories like we'd known each other for years. She'd made me comfortable with her within the first five minutes, and I was thinking of the effect she'd have on clients. Plus she spoke several languages including at least one Chinese dialect (Cantonese).

"Julia," I asked, "why do you want this job?" 

"I'm bored. I want to do something with my life. I was a good wife to my late husband and a good mother to my children. I didn't work outside the home while they were living with us, and I was satisfied with that. Now, they've moved on with their lives, and I'm alone. I have an education. I have talent. I have energy. I want to work. I think I could be a good fit for you."

She certainly was easy on the eyes. I'd have to be careful with this one or face a sexual harassment suit. On the other hand, the greater the risk the greater the reward.

"When can you start? If I hire you that is."

"I could start this afternoon."

"Good. I'm generally a pretty good judge of people and I think you're the one I'm looking for. If we can agree on a salary, I'd like you to start tomorrow."

"You won't regret this Mr. Donaldson," she said, smiling her killer smile.

We talked about her salary -- and came to an agreement -- and discussed hours, travel requirements and my likes and dislikes in terms of office behavior and dress code. I dress up for work and I expect my staff, such as it is, to do the same. She had no problem with that.

"What you have on today is perfect, Julia," I said, complimenting her attire.

"You like this then?" she said doing a slow 360 in front of me. What a fine ass and outstanding pair of legs. Damn. I could really have some fun with a woman like this.

"Absolutely," I said with perhaps just a little too much enthusiasm. She gave me a sly smile.

"Be here tomorrow at 9," I said as I escorted her to the door.

"Yes sir," she said tossing off a mock salute on her way out.

She was on my mind for the rest of the day as I wrote letters to the other candidates letting them know I'd selected someone else for the job, made phone calls to some prospective clients and some who had me on retainer.

I knocked off work early and drove over to the local golf course. I was meeting a prospective client and his wife for a round of golf and a discussion of what I might do for the man's company. I do a lot of business on the golf course. I've always liked golf and having gotten myself into the best shape of my life along with some lessons, I had a handicap in the low single digits. I'd finally sprung for some custom fitted clubs and wow -- what a difference. Anyway, I got there about 30 minutes before our tee-time, hit a bucket of balls, did some putting and chipping, and talked to a few friends I saw there.

Ronald Smith was a big man. Not fat, just big. Over six feet tall, he had the broad shoulders of a linebacker or defensive tackle. He was ruggedly handsome with a deep water tan and snow white hair. I put him at around 60 or so, perhaps a year or two older. His wife, his trophy wife, was a magnificent specimen. Tall, around 5-10 was my guess, and athletic. Long legs, a trim waist, medium sized breasts, and a lovely smile. She had a mane of platinum hair that looked fantastic. Her name was Danielle. She was clearly much younger than her husband, and I doubted that she was his first wife.

They made an attractive couple, wrote the master of understatement.

"Hey, David...how's it going?"

"Pretty good so far...but the day is young."

"Have you met my wife, Danielle?"

"I don't think I've had the pleasure," I said, taking her hand in a gentle grip.

"Danielle," Ronald said, "this is David Donaldson. I'm thinking of having his firm do a little training for us down at the shop ("the shop" being his euphemism for a multi-million dollar software enterprise).

"It's a pleasure to meet you, David. Ron has mentioned you, particularly what a good golfer you are. Maybe you could teach me a few things," Danielle said flashing me a charming smile that could have meant any number of things.

In my head an inner robot was saying "Danger Will Robinson," and I was agreeing. This woman was hot to trot or my name wasn't David Donaldson.

"It's nice to meet you too. I don't often get to meet my clients' wives," I said as we headed for the first tee to begin our game. 

"C'mere pumpkin and kiss my balls for luck," Ronald said holding out a pair of Nike's for Danielle to kiss. She did it, and though it appeared innocent, there was something about the way she did it that threatened to wake up my trouser snake.

"Would you like me to kiss your balls for luck too, David? Ronald won't mind, will you darling?"

"Of course not sugar plum. You've always been free to kiss all the balls you like as long as I can watch."

"Well, David, are you going to give me a pair of balls to kiss ... for luck I mean?"

"What kind of fool would refuse an offer like that," I said, chuckling, trying to laugh it off and pretend it was still innocent.

I held out two of my favorite NXT's (with my company logo) and she kissed them. That was one hell of a kiss. Trouser snake was wide awake now and rattling the bars of his cage. I didn't know how I was going to manage to play golf with a raging hardon the rest of the day.

Danielle was wearing very short shorts. A lot of women can't wear shorts like that. On her, however, they looked marvelous. Everything she had on accentuated her body's best features. If Ronald was counting on using her for a distraction so that he could beat me at golf, it was working. My normal draw became a sharp hook into the rough on the left hand side of the first fairway. Ronald and Danielle hit drives down the middle. They were in a cart and I was walking. I went to my ball and tried to concentrate on the shot. I had a decent lie and was able to hit a five iron to the apron of the green -- I could putt from there.

Ronald ended up in a sand trap to the left of the green. Danielle played her approach just a little short. I putted to within about a foot of the hole and tapped in for a par. Ronald needed an extra stroke out of the sand. Danielle's par putt rimmed out for a bogey 5. I'd gotten lucky there.

On the next hole, a long dog leg left par 5, I tried to cut the corner and shorten the hole. Normally that would have worked -- I'd done it lots of times -- but this time I pulled it a little. My ball started out looking good, but slowly curled to the left and appeared to end up in an area of shrubs and tall grass. After Ronald and Danielle hit their drives, I went to look for mine, hoping that I'd find it -- I didn't want to lose a stroke to something dumb like a lost ball. I thought nothing of it when Danielle offered to help me find it.

"That's OK, I can manage," I replied.

"Two heads are better than one, isn't that right darling," Danielle cooed to her hubby.

"Head's always good, babe," he said, laughing at his double entendre.

"Suit yourself," I said, trudging off into the wilderness.

Danielle caught up to me and matched my stride. It had been a while since I'd been with a woman who apparently had the same inseam as mine. It was a bit disconcerting. So was her lack of respect for my personal space. She stuck as close to me as a tick.

"I think it went into these bushes," I said, pointing to a clump of buckthorn. If it was really in there it would be nearly impossible to get out. I might end up having to take a penalty for an unplayable lie and still be hitting out of the rough. Oh well -- I wanted to lose the round to Ronald anyway. Once I'd landed him as a client, I'd show him what a 5 handicap looked like.

There was a break in the clump of shrubbery and we made our way through it. There was, amazingly enough, a small clear space in the hedge which wasn't visible from the tee box or even from ten feet away.

"Isn't this cozy," Danielle said as she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big, wet, passionate, kiss. I was momentarily stunned, but my body seemed to know what to do even if my brain hadn't caught up yet. My arms went around her on reflex and I returned the kiss. After about 30 seconds of this, Danielle stepped back and grinned at me.

"You kiss very well, David," she said, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I'm going to have to see more of you. If what Ronald told me about you is true, I'm definitely going to want to get to know you better."

OK, I got it now. She'd heard about old Mr. Johnson and wanted a sample. It sounded like Ronald wouldn't mind either as long as he got to watch. Well, it wouldn't be a mercy fuck, that's for sure.

"Only one way to find out the truth," I said, unzipping my pants and hauling out the prize.

"Oh. My. God." Danielle breathed. "It's huge."

"Wait until you see it hard," I said, feeling proud of myself.

"Mmmmm...I will see it hard, won't I?"

"Kiss me like that again and you sure will."

"Later. We'd better find your ball and get back to the game," she said, laughing.

I put myself back together and we looked for the ball, finding it, amazingly enough, in a place where I could actually play a shot, albeit not a good one. I hit a pitching wedge back out to the fairway and was now just slightly behind the place where Ronald's drive had gone and a little ahead of Danielle's.

"Found it, eh?" Ronald asked.

"I sure did, darling," Danielle said, sweetly.

I won't bore you with the details of the rest of the round, except to say that Danielle managed to make body contact with me as often as she could. She wasn't too subtle about it. I played the rest of the round with a constant hardon and my score showed it. Ronald beat me by three strokes, which he was pretty happy about.

"C'mon over to the house for a drink and a little business talk," Ronald said.

"Oh, yes, please come over to the house," Danielle added sweetly, turning her most seductive gaze on me.

"What a wonderful idea," I said, looking right at Danielle's tits.

I took out my cell phone and called home, leaving voice mail indicating that I would be late as I was with a client. This was a frequent enough occurrence that it was not out of the ordinary.

I followed Ronald and Danielle, or Dani as she liked to be called, back to their "McMansion" not far from the golf course. Their Jag went into the spacious garage and I left the Caddy in the driveway, following them through the garage (three cars wide, two deep) and through a laundry room into the kitchen. Wow -- what a kitchen. Someone here clearly liked to cook and knew how to organize a space.

"Nice," I said.

"Do you like it?" Ronald asked. "Danielle designed it herself. She's a gourmet chef and has gone to all sorts of cooking schools."

"I cook a little myself. I'd love to have a setup like this," I said, thinking that I'd have to start making more money to afford a house like this one -- I intended to pay cash for my next house.

"Well I don't know about you gentlemen, but I need a shower," Danielle announced.

"Great idea hunny bunny -- let's all take one. C'mon David. This'll be fun," Ronald said, clapping me on the back in comradely good fellowship. 

This was starting to get interesting. We went down stairs through a rec-room type area with an 8 foot pool table, wet bar, and a huge HDTV. There was other stuff, but I didn't get time to do much looking. We passed into another room that was set up as a home gym (home gym on steroids), and off of that was a locker room. As soon as we got there, Ronald and Danielle started stripping. I followed their lead and soon we were all naked. Ronald had certainly made use of the gym -- his body was in great shape. I saw him checking me out and noted that my cock was, by far, the larger of the two. Then I turned my attention to Danielle.

Wow. That doesn't do it justice. Her body was everything that her golf outfit had promised. And, no tan lines -- I guessed that there was a tanning bed somewhere in the house. My cock was instantly erect and I saw Danielle staring at it.

"Oh, my," she said.

"I think David will be our new best friend, eh Dani?"

"Oh, my," Danielle said, again. I thought I might blush.

"Let's hit the shower," Ronald said, leading us through another doorway into a kind of group shower space about twelve feet square. Multiple shower heads, dispensers for shampoo and soap, several back brushes and assorted other shower items were conveniently located all over the place. It was amazing. I wanted one of these too.

"Wow. This is amazing," I said.

"Watch this," Ronald said, moving to a wall panel with some sort of touch pad on it. He pressed a button and water began flowing from all of the shower heads. He tapped the pad again, making some sort of adjustment. 

David felt the warm water spraying him from multiple angles. It felt good after the 18 holes of golf. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the water against his skin. He'd almost forgotten where he was when a pair of slippery hands began soaping his chest from behind. The breasts pressing into his back suggested that he was being washed by Dani. He kept his eyes closed and enjoyed her ministrations. She reached around him and started soaping his cock

"Oooooo...look honey," she cooed. "It's a big one. Do you want to watch me fuck this big cock baby? Do you want to see it sliding in and out of my little pussy?"

"You know I do sweet cheeks. I love watching you get fucked. It's almost as good as fucking you myself, only not as much work," Ronald said, laughing. 

He was sitting on a bench against one wall of the shower room, stroking his cock and watching us with an intensity that I found almost creepy. Or, I would have if my brain had been getting enough blood for coherent thought. Between Dani's soapy tits against my back and her soft soapy hands sliding up and down my cock, my brain was not getting its normal blood supply and my thought processes were a bit slow. One part of my brain that managed to eek out a coherent thought made a note to address this issue via the MasterPC at the next opportunity. Perhaps I'd have to increase my overall blood supply or something the way marathon runners used to do back in the days before testing. But I digress.

Dani led me, by my cock, over to the bench where Ronald was sitting still stroking his junk. She got on her knees next to him, put her mouth on his cock and started sucking. This left her lovely heart shaped ass pointing right at me. Ronald pointed at it and my cock and I didn't need a translator to figure out that he wanted me to play hide the salami with his wife. I took the hint, straddled the bench behind Dani, and slid my big old Johnson right up into her cookie. I didn't slam it in, but I pushed until I had as much inside her as I thought would fit for now. She was tight -- at least she was tight for now -- and her wet walls clung to me like lampreys on a lake trout. 

I held myself inside her for a few moments just enjoying the wonderful feeling of having my cock surrounded by all that warm, wet, girlflesh. Then I went to work. Ronald wanted to see his wife get fucked so I fucked her. Boy did I fuck her. In less than a minute, she was screaming around Ronald's cock. Ronald was holding Dani's head in his powerful hands and moving her face up and down on his dick with some force. This was a game that they'd played before, obviously, and she was not in any distress. From the way her pussy was flexing on my dick she had to be in a continuous state of orgasm.

Ronald was watching me fuck his wife with a rather curious expression on his face. His eyes were on me but his mind was somewhere a long ways off. It was like he was on drugs or something. I didn't think much about it (or anything else except my dick in Danny's pussy) at the time, but later I wondered what was up with this freak. After about five minutes, Ronald groaned and his hips heaved up off the bench, burying his dick in Dani's throat. I could see her swallowing repeatedly and I assumed that Ronald was blowing his load of nut sauce directly into Dani's gullet. His hands feel to the side and Dani raised her head, the last drops of her hubby's semen on her lips as they came away from his now rapidly wilting cock.

Ronald stood up rinsed off and walked toward the door of the shower room, tossing off a "fuck her all you like, Dave. Bang her like a cheap drum. She's a great cock sucker -- make sure she blows you before you leave."

And that was that. I was now alone with a potential client's wife, my cock buried balls deep in her pussy, and he was just walking away. This required an explanation.

Dani sensed my confusion. She moved forward, pulling herself off of my still rampant charger. She turned around and sat on the bench. I sat down next to her.

"Want to fill me in here? Where'd Ronald go?"

"Oh, he's gone upstairs to get dressed, then he'll go into his study and 'work' (I could hear the quotation marks fall around the word) until it's time to go to bed. He'll grab a sandwich or something in the kitchen on the way. But he meant what he said -- we're free to do whatever we like for the rest of the evening."




MasterPC Ch. 07



"Really? That's it? He wanted to watch me fuck you and now he's going to work?"

"Well that's part of it. He's not working actually. His oldest son actually runs the business these days. Ronald is mostly into watching internet porn and jacking off."

"Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? OK, let me get this straight. A big, apparently still equipped guy like Ronald with a trophy wife just likes to watch?"

For a moment, a sad look passed across Dani's face and was immediately replaced by a smile.

"Lucky for us then, isn't it?"

I wasn't sure that I really wanted to stay here with her. This whole situation really threw me for a loop. I was a bit uncomfortable. Dani clearly wasn't. She leaned over and started sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow. The angle was bad for her, so she slipped to the floor and went to work on me, and I mean went to work. Then she stopped and looked up.

"I hope you have more than one load for me," she said, smiling, before diving face first back onto my cock. My dick wasn't ambivalent about the situation in any way shape or form. As usual, it was in charge in a situation like this, so the rest of me just naturally went along.

I've been sucked by experts. Dani was certainly without question the most recent. Man, that woman loved sucking dick. She had her mouth on me and both hands between her legs frigging her pussy to a froth. She was squealing like a stuck pig as she worked me deeper and deeper into her throat. I don't know how she was managing to breathe. I considered reaching down to check her neck for gills and thought better of it. Then I remembered Ronald's hands on her head. Maybe she was one of those women who liked to be "forced." I put my hands on her head and she moaned. Well, there was one question answered.

I started forcing the pace of her strokes moving her head up and down my dick faster and faster. The harder I pushed her the more she seemed to like it. My dick sure liked it. She was taking all of me on every down stroke. She'd managed to position herself so that I was going straight in and out of her throat like a long fuck sleeve. I could feel her warm saliva dripping down my balls as she drooled all over my fuck stick.

I could feel the cum start to boil up out of my nut sack and I let it cum. I gave her a one word warning.

"Cumming!" I said just as my cock began to jerk and spit in her throat. Her whole body went rigid except for the muscles in her throat, which kept working my cock as it dumped its load into her stomach. Perhaps the secret to her great shape was a high protein diet? She began to stroke and gently squeeze my balls as if trying to coax the last drops of semen out of them. Her mouth and lips worked on my shaft sucking and draining me of everything she could get. When she was done, she got up, licked her lips, and stepped back into the shower.

"C'mon, let's get cleaned up and then go someplace more comfortable and fuck," she said, as if she was proposing that we go sit on the patio and drink gin rickeys. I sat there for a moment, still uneasy about the situation. Watching Dani's ass as she walked into the shower spray helped me get over my cognitive dissonance over Ronald's abrupt departure and Dani's explanation of it. My cock, as has been mentioned before, was not ambivalent about pussy. The heart wants what it wants and so does the penis. Show me a man who doesn't sometimes let his dick do his thinking and I'll show you a man without a dick.

"In for a penny," I muttered as I got off the bench and under the shower spray with Danielle. We soaped each other and rinsed off. She showed me where the towels, thick and fluffy, were stacked and we dried off. Danielle took my hand and we walked out of the shower room and down a short hallway to what I took for a guest room. It was tastefully paneled and contained a bed, a dressing room chair, and a night stand with a lamp. There was a ceiling fan (man, I hate those things -- talk about ugly!) with a light fixture on it and a television mounted up in the corner of the room where it would be easy to view from the bed. A remote lay on the night stand.

As soon as we were in the room, Dani closed the door and wrapped her arms around me. She smelled of fresh soap and girl sap. It was a heady combination. My cock was trapped between us and pressing into the flesh of Dani's belly. Her mouth sought mine and we kissed. Her hunger was palpable and almost desperate. There was more going on here than met the eye, but I didn't have the mental wherewithal to investigate or even contemplate what the subtext for all of this was.

I decided to take control of the sexual part anyway, and I picked Danielle up and tossed her on the bed as if she was a feather. She was impressed. Then I dove between her legs and fastened my mouth to her pussy and started eating. Cunnilingus is very nearly my favorite aspect of sex. I love eating pussy. I love the taste. I love the textures on my tongue. Mostly though I love how women react when you demonstrate that you know what you're doing down there. Trust me, I do. I'd studied it. I'd asked questions of various ladies who agreed to talk with me on the subject. I was damn good at it, or at least no one had ever complained. Perhaps that's not the same thing.

Dani sure wasn't complaining. She had her hands in my hair and was trying to pull my whole head up inside her vajayjay. I was enjoying the taste of her juices which were rich and plentiful. I teased her little clitoris out of its hidey hole and lapped it for all I was worth, making her squeal with pleasure. Her hips were humping up off the bed and her legs would periodically stretch out straight from her hips, her toes curled in pleasure. Oh my she was definitely not complaining. I gave her about twenty minutes of this kind of pleasure and then moved up over her, taking her legs with me until I had her knees up against her shoulders. 

My cock found the entrance to her pussy seemingly without any guidance from me, and I shoved it into her all in one long thrust. All the air came out of her lungs with a grunt. And then I went to work. She wanted to get fucked? Great. I'd fuck the living shit out of her and hoped Ronald liked the idea. What I didn't know was that he had all sorts of hidden video equipment in this room. While I banged his wife like a cheap drum he was upstairs in his "study" watching us from just about every angle possible, and recording the whole thing. Later, the two of them would watch and he would fuck her while they did so.

But I didn't know that then. All I knew was that I had a hot live pussy surrounding my steely member and I was giving it all I had. And that's saying something. My strokes were like jack hammer blows and about the same speed. The way I felt I could have used my cock to bust up concrete. If Dani had been able to get enough breath, she'd have been screaming. As it was she could only manage to get out a series of high pitched grunts and gasps as she fought to get enough oxygen into her system to keep from passing out.

No one likes being used. Sometimes in the past I'd used women as jack off sleeves. But I like to think I've become a better man. Now, however, I felt like the one being used. I felt like some high priced sex toy -- a Hitatchi massager? -- that Ronald had procured for his wife. It pissed me off. I couldn't very well go and punch Ronald in the face for his actions, but I could fuck the hell out of his wife.

Of course, that's exactly what he wanted me to do. Unbeknownst to me, he'd already run off two loads just watching me pork Danielle's honey pot. She wasn't going to find much left of him to fuck tonight.

I didn't want to hurt her, of course, and I was monitoring her condition as much as I could while at the same time continuing to attempt to drive my dick all the way through her and into the bed clothes. She was cumming continuously but the combination of the stimulation and the position she was in was taking a toll. I wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer without losing her. I briefly considered fucking her into unconsciousness and then abandoned the thought as stupid and risky.

So, I let myself go, mentally, and sprayed her insides with another prodigious load of spunk before letting her legs fall to the bed and rolling off of her with a satisfied sigh.

"Oh. My. God."

Those three words were all she could get out for a while. She repeated them several times as though each word was a complete thought with a full stop in between.

"Oh. My. God."

Danielle lay there next to me covered in sweat. Her chest heaved, her tits moving up and down as she fought to replace all the oxygen she hadn't been able to get when I was nailing her to the bed in the press position. 

"Oh. My. God."

Every now and then her whole body quivered as if she was going through some sort of post orgasmic aftershock.

"Oh. My. God."

I leaned over and kissed her, once, on the mouth. It was a friendly kiss. It was the sort of kiss that says "I had a great time and let's do this again." Then I got up and went down the hall to find my clothing. She didn't try to stop me.

I eventually got the contract, but I had to fuck Danielle three more times. It's a tough job, but someone has to do it. Some months later, I received a DVD in the mail containing video of all of my trysts with Ronald's trophy wife. Damn. I should have been a porn star. Do you suppose there's a market for good looking middle aged guys with big dicks? Maybe I'll see if I can get a hold of Randy West and ask him...



MasterPC Ch. 08



Master PC 8: David Wins a Bet

Near the end of October, I made a road trip to visit with a potential client. I had hired an assistant but she did not accompany me on this trip -- I had her working on another project. So I was by myself. Normally, I would have gone on AFF to arrange for some companionship. Mature men with good bodies and 10 inches of working cock rarely have trouble finding willing partners on AFF. Plus, I had a ton of endorsements on my profile from women who'd had a good time with me. That always helps.

But, on this trip, I hadn't set anything up in advance. I had decided to see what I could do on my own.

I was driving through a rural area of my fine state, looking for a place to eat. I try to find places off the beaten path for meals, and I despise franchise restaurants -- I like to know that the owner has been on the premises sometime during the day. I spotted a road house with quite a few cars parked nearby and decided to take a chance.

A wall of noise hit me as I stepped over the threshold. On the juke box, John Thorogood and the Destroyers were grinding their way through "Move it on Over," and the whole building shook to the relentless beat. I could smell the fryolater and knew this would be a good spot. I took a seat at a table near the front of the room and surveyed my surroundings while I waited for someone to take my order. 

In addition to the loud music, I could hear shouts and cheering from one side of the room. The noise was coming from a group of people who were all standing around a table. They were having a great time. The group parted as someone left for a head call and I got a glimpse of two people -- one woman and one man -- sitting across from one another at a table arm wrestling. Then the crowd folded back into its original shape around the table and I lost sight of the combatants.

Just then a waitress appeared.

"Hi. Something to drink?" She said as she put a menu on the table.

"Do you have Leinenkugel's on tap?"

"All the time. Leinies Leinies that's our beer...pass another one over here." I said the last part of that well known line along with her.

"OK, I'll have a glass of that for starters, and then you can get me a bacon cheeseburger and fries. Got any cole slaw?"

"Sure do."

"What color is it?"

I might have just spoken Martian considering the look she gave me. I was forced to explain that green slaw meant the cabbage was nice and sweet, while white suggested the cabbage would be bitter. I do not like bitter cabbage.

"Oh, OK, I never heard of that," she said. "I'm pretty sure it's green."

"Good girl. I'll take some slaw with my burger and fries. Tell the kitchen I like my fries well done."

"Got it. I'll bring the beer first."

"Excellent," I said, quoting Montgomery Burns, my management role model (i.e. I do the opposite of what he would do).

When my beer came, I got up and walked over to where the crowd was noisily cheering for one or the other of the arm wrestlers. I stepped up on a chair to get a better view of the proceedings. There were two people, on opposite sides of the table, one woman and one man. The man was big and burly, clad in a plaid flannel shirt and jeans. He had a mesh cap advertising his favorite brand of seed corn, and a face badly in need of a shave -- on second thought perhaps he had a face badly in need of a beard. Sweat beaded his brow and he wore the contorted expression that suggested extreme effort.

Across from him sat a blond woman. She was obviously a body builder -- she was built like Denise Massino or Yvette Bova -- in a halter top and jeans. She was staring at her opponent but unlike him, her face showed little or no evidence of either effort or concentration. She looked bored. 

Their two hands were locked in the traditional arm wrestling form. She was winning. He groaned as his hand was inexorably forced toward the table. Blondie, as I thought of her at the time, apparently became bored with the contest, and with a sudden twitch, slammed the man's hand to the table. The crowd cheered.

"Better go home and lift some more bales, Billy," one of the watchers shouted out cheerfully. Billy shook his head and laughed, then shook the woman's hand, got up and went to the bar for another beer. The woman looked around to see if anyone else wanted to challenge her. The rest of the crowd had apparently seen her before and no one volunteered.

"I'll have a go," I said, as I stepped off the chair and made my way through the dozen or so people gathered around the table. Everyone looked at me, most of them smirking. I saw some money changing hands as people began to place bets.

"You sure about this mister," one old gaffer said. "Sherry hasn't lost an arm wrestling contest here in years. Won the state title two years in a row. She can lift the back end of a ¾ ton truck clean off the ground."

One other member of the crowd looked me up and down and then said something to his neighbor. They both chuckled. I just smiled and sat down across from Sherry, the local strongman -- strike that -- strong person.

"Hi Sherry," I said, "I'm David." I extended my hand and Sherry took it, giving it a good squeeze and smiling at me.

"Hi, David," Sherry said, "You sure about this? You don't look like you're up to the task," she added smirking.

I leaned across the table while I held her hand and said in a voice pitched so that only she could hear it, "If you beat me, I'll spend the rest of the evening in this bar bare assed naked. If I beat you, you'll be my sex slave for the next twenty four hours."

"Fuck you, you're on, peckerwood," Sherry said, her face taking on a fierce look that said she wasn't planning on losing. She, of course, had no way of knowing that in spite of the fact that I don't look like a weight lifter, my MasterPC augmented strength was well beyond anything she could achieve regardless of how much time she spent in the gym or what chemicals she injected into her veins.

I put my elbow on the table. So did Sherry. Our hands clasped.

"Count us down, Joe," Sherry said, grinning at me.

"Ready...set...go!"

I was looking directly into Sherry's eyes as Joe said "go." Sherry had figured on putting me down quickly with one flick of her wrist. Things didn't go as she planned. I watched several expressions flow across her features as first surprise, then anger, and finally fear dueled for supremacy. Fear won, but only momentarily as her competitive nature asserted itself and a look of grim determination dominated her features. My hand and the arm to which it was attached hadn't so much as quivered. For her part, Sherry's muscles were knotted with effort -- an effort she hadn't needed against any of the local boys. She grunted. The crowd around us heard the sound and went silent. She groaned and then screamed as she sought to budge my arm or even make me notice her effort. I affected a bored expression and picked up my beer with my free hand to take a sip. 

I heard the cook say "Order up!" followed by the ting of the order bell. My food would be coming soon and it was time to end this. Slowly and steadily I moved Sherry's arm away from the vertical. She fought me like a tiger. Her muscles bulged, the veins stood out like fat night crawlers under her now sweaty skin. She'd never lost in this bar. Very few men had ever beaten her. Yet I was and what was worse, I didn't even look like it was costing me anything. 

I never took my eyes off her face as her arm was bent further and further toward the table top. She never gave up, but resisted to the last millimeter before I finally pushed the back of her hand firmly to the stained wooden surface of the table. She was shocked. She was humiliated. She stared at the place where our hands were joined in disbelief.

She looked at me. I mouthed "I own your ass," and watched as realization dawned on her.

"Thanks for the match, Sherry. C'mon over to my table and I'll buy you a beer, how's that?" We shook hands and she followed me to my table. The crowd dispersed, muttering amongst themselves still not sure what they'd just seen. The one person who'd bet on me was busy collecting his winnings, but he wasn't laughing. I'd just humiliated the local heroine and I needed to be careful. 

"Round for the house," I said loud enough for everyone to hear. That ought to buy me some grace, I thought.

I pulled out a chair for Sherry and then took my own seat just as the waitress placed a large plate of food in front of me.

I looked at the name tag on the waitress' uniform.

"Denise, please bring Sherry here whatever she'd like to eat or drink," I said in my most friendly voice, the one that makes most women moist in the panty area.

"Sure thing," Denise said and she walked off without asking Sherry what she wanted, returning a moment later with a bottle of mineral water.

I was just salting my fries and putting some ketchup on the plate when Sherry spoke.

"No one's ever done that to me before. What are you?"

"I'm a man eating a bacon cheeseburger. When I'm done, we're leaving and then I'll show you what I am. For now, I need you to be silent, drink your mineral water, and think about the fact that you're about to have the most amazing sex you've ever experienced."

For just a moment I thought I'd gone too far. Sherry fixed me with a look filled with more hatred than I thought it was possible for a human being to contain. She definitely didn't like my attitude. I was going to have a real challenge tonight and that was fine with me -- I hadn't had one in a while.

Instead of getting up and hitting me over the head with a chair, she sat back and drank her water. She wore a curious expression: part hatred, part awe, and part confusion. She'd just been completely destroyed in front of her home fans. She was curious to know how I'd done it. I'd never tell her the truth, of course, but before the night was over, Sherry would know her master. I intended to indulge my D/s fantasies a little bit -- something I didn't do all that often but occasionally enjoyed. Maintaining a full time submissive is a lot of work -- much more work than I wanted to put in. So I occasionally selected a woman at random and turned her into, for at least a night or two, a sub to my Dom. All of these women were well compensated in terms of the things I did for them with the MasterPC, and none of them remembered the experience or were harmed in any way. A few had dreams and some started reading John Norman, but that was pretty harmless.

I finished my meal, drained the last of my beer, put down enough to cover the check, the round for the house, a nice tip for Denise, and stood up to leave. Sherry just sat there.

"C'mon, Sherry. Time to pay up."

"You don't really think I'm leaving here with you asshole?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do. For one thing, you made a bet and if it gets around you're a welsher, that isn't going to help your rep much. Second, I think you really really want to know how I beat you and the only way you can find out is to come with me."

She looked at me for a moment, indecision mixed with fear, anger, and curiosity written all over her face.

"Shit," she said, standing.

We walked out to my car in silence. I opened her door and closed it for her when she was seated. I went around to the other side, got in, started the car, and drove off.

We weren't too far from Wisconsin Dells and since it was the middle of the week there were likely to be a lot of vacancies at some pretty nice spots. I drove to one and checked us into a suite. I grabbed my bag from the car and we were soon in a spacious three room apartment with a king sized bed, fireplace, and wet bar. It was more like a condo than a hotel room.

"OK, Sherry, here's how it's going to go. We're going to have a series of competitions based on strength and skill. Anytime I win, you have to do whatever I tell you to do. Anytime you win, I give you $100 and you can leave whenever you want." I punctuated the last sentence by removing five $100 bills from my wallet and laying them out on the table of the suite's little dining area.

For the first time since I had beaten her, she smiled. She thought she actually had a chance. She was a big woman, almost as tall as me, and, I thought, she probably weighed about 180, which is what I weigh these days. Plus, from looking at me, she knew she had a lot more muscle power -- or so she thought. I saw the memory of how easily I had defeated her in the saloon flit across her face. But, then, it might have been some sort of trick. Her confidence was returning and I knew I had to deal with that quickly.

"Let's start with arm wrestling. Now I know you probably dealt with a few guys in the bar with your right arm, so let's go left arm to left arm to make it even for you -- what do you say?"

"Sure," she said.

We sat at the table and I put my left hand and arm in position. She flexed her muscles a few times and then sat down across from me and we joined hands.

"I tell you what, Sherry, I'll let you count down this time, and I'll spot you a little angle."

I pulled us into a position where my hand was more than half way to the table top. She started to protest, then thought better of it.

"I'm gonna fucking break your arm, asshole," she said.

"Go for it." I was looking straight into her blue eyes and smiling.

"Ready. Set. GO!"

I snapped her hand over and slammed it onto the table top. She'd had the advantage of knowing the timing of "go." She'd had the advantage of starting with me half way gone. And, yet, I'd put her down like she was a five year old.

"Two out of three," she hissed. "This has to be some sort of trick."

"Sure. Two out of three it is. This time I'll start closer to the table."

I positioned our hands so that the back of mine was only an inch from the table top. Surely she could move me that last inch -- after all, gravity and leverage would be heavily in her favor. But doubt is a tricky thing, and she had doubts -- lots of them -- now.

"Don't bother calling it, just start whenever you're ready," I said, taunting her.

SLAM! The back of her hand hit the table top again. She absolutely couldn't believe it. She looked at her hand as if it was an errant child who'd misbehaved. 

"You lose, Sherry. Time to pay up."

She was defeated yet still defiant. That was good. I didn't want her to break just yet.

"For the rest of the evening you will address me as Sir, or Master. Say 'Yes Master' anytime I give you a command. Say 'thank you master' anytime I grant you a favor."

She hesitated and then mumbled, "yes master," in a voice that suggested I was anything but her master.

"I didn't hear that."

"Yes, Master," she said in a sullen voice.

"Say it with a smile on your face."

"Fuck you."

I reached across the table and slapped her face, once, hard, and so quickly that she never saw me move. She wouldn't have been sure that she'd been slapped if she hadn't felt the sharp sting.

"That's twice this evening you've said 'fuck you' and I won't have it again. The next time will earn you a dislocated joint somewhere." I said this in the voice of someone ordering coffee -- pleasantly matter of fact.

"I want to hear a 'yes master' without the attitude and loud enough for me to know you mean it, because, Sherry, as I'm going to prove to you this evening, I AM your MASTER," I said, leaning toward her across the table and staring straight into her eyes.

"Yes Master," she responded, taking the first step toward submission.

"OK, we've done enough arm wrestling. Let's try something else. Why don't you suggest a competition?"

Sherry thought about this, looking around the room. She spotted what she wanted in the doorway between this room and the bedroom portion of the suite. The wall didn't go all the way to the ceiling between the living room and bedroom. 

"Pull ups. Whoever does the most in sixty seconds wins," she said, some of her confidence returning.

"Fair enough...fair enough. You can go first."

She got up and went to the doorway. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms, then shook her whole body, loosening her muscles. 

I selected "clock" from my iPhone's utility aps and got the stopwatch function on line. "Go," I said, pressing the start button.

Positioning herself, she jumped up and grasped the top of the door frame and began pulling her body up and down careful not to let her feet touch the floor. It was an impressive display. She was like a machine going up and down. I counted down the seconds. She kept going up and down, up and down. Forty-eight times in sixty seconds. Not bad. Not bad at all, but not good enough.

"Time," I said. "Now it's my turn," I added handing her the iPhone and walking over to the doorway.

"I tell you what, Sherry," I said, smiling benevolently, "I'll do mine one handed just to give you an advantage."

She snorted derisively at this insult. "You ready?" she asked.

"Ready."

"Go," she said, starting the stop watch.

I jumped up and grabbed the top of the frame with my left hand, something Sherry would certainly notice, and rapidly began a series of the fastest pull ups she'd ever seen. Her mouth hung open as she watched me move my body up and down seemingly without effort, 100 times in sixty seconds -- one handed.

"I win again," I said. "Take off your top and give it to me. Say 'yes master, thank you master,' as you do so."

She was still stunned by my display of strength. She stood there, her mouth open in shock and disbelief. 

"Sherry?" I queried, speaking as if my patience was not infinite.

Her hands went to her t-backed halter and she removed it.

"Yes, Master. Thank you master," she said through gritted teeth. It had cost her more to say those words than it had to lose the contests.

I had turned my back on her to toss her top on the bed to see what she would do. She tried kidney punching me, which might have worked except that I was waiting for just such a move. Instead of her fist meeting the soft flesh in the small of my back, she found herself doubled up in pain with her arm pushed back up behind her.

"If you struggle you'll break your elbow," I whispered menacingly into her ear. "All those roids you take must make you stupid. I'm going to let you go now and I want you to very slowly and carefully take off the rest of your clothing and then stand in the middle of the room. Do it!"

I let her go with a shove. She was bewildered. She had no idea that any human being could move as fast as I must have to counter her surprise move. In a daze, she moved to the center of the room and slowly stripped until she was naked. She was gorgeous if you like the muscle type. She had no hair other than what was on her head. Her whole body was tanned a beautiful golden color. She'd obviously spent a lot of time sculpting her body and was proud of her appearance. As she got naked I saw a change come over her. Apparently she was treating this like a competition and I was a judge. Her job was to impress me. Well, I was impressed. 

Like many female body builders she had small, tight, breasts and a very prominent set of pussy lips with a clit hood that made my mouth water. I have a clitoral fetish -- I know it's weird, but some women like big cocks and I like big clits. Call me eccentric.

I gave a low whistle of appreciation and saw her respond with what had to be a blush.

"Turn around. I want to see your whole body. Pose for me."

"Yes, Master," she said without being prompted. This was progress.

She complied, showing me the full extent of her muscular flesh in a series of competition poses. She was truly magnificent and I was going to enjoy taming her. She'd just had a taste of how strong I was. I'd need to be careful not to break anything.

I took off my clothes while she was showing me her back side.




MasterPC Ch. 08



"Face me."

She turned back around and stared. I'm trim and toned, and I have a decent six pack, but I didn't go overboard. I'm no muscle freak. What she was staring at was old Mr. Happy, who was fully erect and eager to have some fun. I'm no less penis-centered than the next guy, and I'd continued to tinker with myself, experimenting to see what looked the most impressive. I didn't add any more length, but I did add some girth. Imagine a beer can ten inches long, tapered at one end. That's my Johnson. My AFF profile didn't have a picture of this monster on it -- I still used the very first one I'd taken way back when in that Madison hotel room. It was impressive enough.

"I'm a different kind of body builder, Sherry. There's only one muscle I work on, and I've managed to create something pretty special, don't you think?"

"You're not seriously going to use that on me," Sherry stammered.

"You're not seriously going to use that on me, Master," I corrected. "Sherry, not only am I going to use this on you," I said, grasping my cock and shaking it at her, "but you're going to beg me to do it my little slut puppy bitch."

Sherry moaned -- fear or desire? I didn't know for certain, but probably both. I rearranged the furniture in the room to create a nice open space in the middle of the floor. 

"Let's try wrestling," I said. "Perhaps you'll win and walk out of here with my money," I said in a voice that clearly said that this was not going to happen. She didn't believe it either and I could start to see defeat in her eyes. She was almost ready to surrender to me -- almost, but not quite.

I stepped to the middle of the room and assumed a wrestler's stance. She did the same.

"Whenever you're ready," I said.

She feinted a few times and then lunged at me. It was a skillful move and I could see that she'd wrestled before. Once again, however, my superior strength and speed proved decisive. She found herself on the floor, her legs in the air, her shoulders against the carpet, and my face just inches from hers. She struggled to free herself to no avail. It really wasn't fair. But I wasn't going to let that stop me. I let go of her legs for a moment and she slammed her feet on the floor, arching her back. My purpose however was served and I thrust my hand between her legs, holding her down with my body and my other arm. I was rubbing her pussy. 

"Nooooooooo," she screamed.

"Yes," I hissed, sliding a finger into what had rapidly become a well lubricated channel.

Suddenly I pulled my fingers out and stood up. She lay on the floor for a moment and then twisted her body, attempting to kick my legs out from under me. I easily avoided her maneuver and followed up with one of my own, this time putting her face first onto the carpet with both arms locked behind her back. Sweat covered her rippling flesh and I had to admire the work she'd done sculpting such a magnificent set of muscles. She was truly a work of art. I was going to enjoy conquering her. Later, I'd use the MasterPC to erase the memory of her defeat. All she'd remember was meeting a nice man who gave her $500 for some private posing. I'm not a monster. In the meantime, I needed to defeat her utterly, and I wanted to do it quickly because I was really getting horny.

She struggled and I let her. She was unable to break my hold or move. I could feel her spending her strength. She wasn't using her head now. She had become frantic with fear. Not just fear of losing, but fear of me. I had discovered something when I slipped my finger into her quim -- oh Sherry was tight and though I did not detect a hymen as such, it seemed entirely possible that she'd never been penetrated by a cock. I was amazed.

A virgin? Who knew? Perhaps she was a lesbian. No matter -- she was mine.

I maintained the hold for another few seconds and then released her again. She lay there, spent for the moment. Then she got up, determined not to give in, only to be slammed back to the floor again the next moment and pinned under me. She tried wrapping her massive thighs around my middle, thinking to squeeze me into submission. All this did, however, was to bring my massive cock into contact with her pussy. The underside of my guided flesh missile rubbed up and down against the sweat covered outer folds of her pussy and across her outsized clitoris. 

Her scissors lock was not having any effect on me but the rocking motion she'd initiated trying to find an advantage was having an effect on her. I was looking into her eyes and started to see desire awaken within her. I leaned in and kissed her, covering her mouth with mine. She resisted, barring her teeth at me and growling her defiance. I had her wrists pinned to the floor beneath my hands. Every move she made just caused more friction between my cock and her pussy. She moved her head from side to side trying to avoid my mouth. I kissed her cheeks, her nose, her neck, her forehead, and then I finally caught her mouth as she opened it to gasp in pleasure as my cock rubbed her clit. I felt her body go slack. Her legs released their hold, her leg muscles trembling with exertion. She accepted my kiss and my victory. She was mine. 

Her whole body trembled with mixed relief and fear. She'd been beaten. She'd been defeated. She'd been dominated. All this by a man who she should have, seemingly, been able to break in half. The reason she'd still been a virgin at 25 was that no man had ever been able to break her to his will. She got her sexual jollies with other female athletes and wannabees. But she was always in charge.

Suddenly her entire world had been turned upside down.

Sherry went from accepting my kiss to returning it. Her hips pumped against me, seeking the contact that had stopped when she dropped her hold. I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. She looked down, not meeting my gaze. That was a good sign. 

"You are going to obey me absolutely for the remainder of the evening, aren't you slut puppy," I said quietly, matter-of-factly.

"Yes, Master," she immediately replied.

"You will have no further choices to make about anything that happens for the rest of the evening. I will decide what to do with you and where and when. Your will is now mine. Do you understand this slut puppy?"

"Yes, Master," she said, this time in almost a whisper.

"Good slut puppy. Let's hit the shower."

I got up and extended my hand, which she took, and I easily pulled her up from the floor. I held her hand in mine as we walked into the large bathroom. This suite was really top notch. The bath was one of those two room affairs with an outer room containing a toilet and vanity with a sink. The second room held a large whirlpool tub on a dais. It was all tile -- floor, ceiling, and walls -- with a floor drain in the middle and large shower heads against the far wall. The whole room was a shower.

I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature to suit my preferences.

"Wash me, slave, and do a good job," I commanded.

"Yes, sir," she said, taking the soap and working up some lather in her hands. She did a great job and it felt wonderful to have her strong hands working my flesh with the slippery suds. She didn't even give into the temptation to crush my balls when she was lathering my privates. When she had thoroughly cleaned me, I rinsed myself off and then took the soap in my own hands.

"Put your arms out," I ordered.

"Yes, sir."

She put her arms out, turning herself into a tall, blond, letter 'T'. I started soaping her under the arms; I soaped each arm and started on her torso. I was gentle but firm. I wasn't washing her as much as I was caressing her, stimulating her, letting her know I thought she was beautiful and desirable as a slave. She was my prize and I was treating her as such. By washing her this way I was further establishing my ownership.

Her eyes were closed, and even under the tan I could see a flush start to form on her face flowing down across her upper chest. 

"Spread your legs."

She complied without saying anything this time. She complied eagerly. 

"Hands behind your head. Lock 'em," I ordered.

She stood there on display, her wet skin glistening in the harsh light of the bathroom. Her legs were apart and her pubic mound was prominent, the large inner labia protruding from the thick outer lips, and above all, a thick clitoral hood jutting out like a miniature cock -- in mockery of her gender.

My soapy hands worked their way down her washboard abs and around to the small of her back. I was standing quite close now and I could hear her breathing change every time I touched her. 

I moved behind her and continued to soap her lower abs carefully avoiding her pussy. I reached down and cupped her muscular ass cheeks, gently kneading them with strong soapy hands. A low moan escaped at this point followed by a gasp as a soapy finger slipped into the crack between her ass cheeks and touched the wrinkled opening to her rectum.

I soaped my cock and slid it between those cheeks, rubbing it against her pussy lips, feeling her muscular back against my chest. Her body trembled as she felt my massive cock stroking back and forth between her legs; rubbing against her now tumescent labial folds; the mushroom shaped head just missing the opening between them on every stroke; teasing her with the possibility of violation. My hands roamed her torso tracing the muscular ridges of her rippling abdomen, cupping her breasts, teasing the nipples now hardened to points of desire. I could hear her breath hissing between her clenched teeth. She was in spite of her earlier defeats trying desperately not to respond to my touch; she was hoping to deny me this last, crushing, victory. 

But I had come too far to give up now. My need to possess her suddenly overwhelmed all of my other senses -- moral and physical. I had to conquer her. I could give no quarter; leave no part of her to herself alone. I had seen the flash of desire in her earlier. I had felt her surrender her lips to my kiss and return it. I knew that before the night was through she would willingly surrender herself to me and I knew that patience was required but it was difficult with her flesh in my hands and my raging cock poised at the entrance to her delightfully tight pussy. 

Taking a deep breath, I slid my cock out from between her legs and directed the shower spray so that we were both rinsed off. She hadn't moved her arms from the last position I'd ordered her into.

"Lower your arms, slut puppy," I said. She complied at once.

I grabbed a towel and began drying her off. When she was dry, I gave her a towel and without a word, she did the same for me. I watched her carefully for any signs that she might be considering some sort of rebellion -- one that would involve her crushing my nads in her powerful grip. Nothing happened. She patted me dry and then stood back, towel in hand, and waited for her next instructions. Frankly I was amazed at the level of her docility. Was she trying to lull me into a false sense of security?

"Tell me how you feel, Sherry," I said, using her name instead of calling her 'slut puppy' or 'slave' or any other similar title.

"Confused, sir."

"Confused. Anything else?"

"Horny," she whispered, her humiliation written in huge letters for anyone with an ounce of non verbal training to see.

"You want this," I said, pointing to my cock.

She looked at her feet. She said nothing.

"Look at me, Sherry," I said. She lifted her head and looked at me.

"You want my cock don't you, Sherry?"

She looked down again and I barely heard her response, "yes sir."

"I didn't catch that. What is it you want? Say it out loud and look at me when you do, Sherry."

"I want your cock, sir," she spat the last word like an obscenity. I had forced her to admit something she would have considered vile a few hours ago -- the idea that she would want a man's cock had been repugnant to her. And, now, it wasn't so much that she wanted my cock, but that I had beaten her in contests that she had routinely won against other men. I had done things to her that no one had ever done. Yes, she was confused. She was humiliated by losing and humiliated again by the fact that I had awakened desires in her that she had never before experienced.

"Where do you want it, Sherry?"

I saw a tear form at the corner of her left eye. This was costing her something. I was going to need to reward her in some way for what I was doing. Fortunately, I had that power as well.

"Sherry. You must answer me. You've come this far. Finish it. Tell me what you want."

"I want that," she said, pointing at my cock still saluting this muscular beauty, "in my pussy." She looked at me, that tear which had been at the corner of her eye now slipping down across her left cheek.

With that, I took her in my arms and kissed her. I kissed her long and deeply. I put everything I had into that kiss. It was a kiss that meant I had won the battle but was prepared to be magnanimous in victory. It was meant to soothe and reassure her and also to continue to assert my dominance and control. But her tears did have an effect. They distracted me.

Women's tears do that to me. It never fails. And that's why I was totally unprepared for the knee that connected with my groin. My whole world exploded and then imploded almost simultaneously. Pain, like white hot magma, exploded across my nervous system. I bent over, making my neck a perfect target for an elbow which was delivered with all the mercy of a guillotine. That blow, delivered with all the force of a steam driven pile driver, should have killed me. Instead, it just pissed me off. I was on my face, my cheek pressed against the cool tile of the bathroom floor, my breath coming in gasps as my nervous system tried to recover from the tsunami of pain that had overwhelmed it. 

Sherry, thinking she'd finished me, had walked out of the bathroom and was hurrying to get her clothes back on and make her escape. When she looked up from tying her shoes, her expression went from triumph to complete shock. I was standing between her and the door, apparently unharmed by two blows that would have put anyone else in the hospital. I sent a mental prayer of thanks to whoever had invented the MasterPC software. They'd done a great job. Of course without that software I would never have gotten myself into this situation in the first place.

"Sherry, Sherry, Sherry -- I thought we'd gotten past all this man-hating rage. I was about to give you the most exquisite night of pleasure you'd ever experienced. I can see you're not ready for pleasure yet. You still haven't learned who is in charge here, have you.

Super speed has some real advantages. While Sherry had been putting on her clothing, I had gotten up, retrieved my iPhone, called up MasterPC, and had taken away, for the next few minutes, Sherry's ability to speak in anything more than a feeble whisper -- she could not scream.

"Don't...don't...don't," she started, then cleared her throat, or tried to.

"Don't come near you or you'll scream? Is that what you were about to say slut puppy?"

Fear dominated her features now. All of her toughness was based on being able to outmuscle her opponents. This time muscles had failed her. Tears had almost gotten her out of this jam. Now, she faced a pissed off enemy who had proven to be more than a match for her physically. And, she was shocked to realize, she was still horny. She really DID want my cock. It was written all over her. Or at least that's the way I read the play of expressions and body language that ran through her from head to toe in the few seconds it took for my words to sink in.

"You can't scream, Sherry. I'm afraid I can't allow that."

She tried to though, I'll give her that. Her mouth opened and sound came out, but you'd have had to be in the same room to hear it.

"To paraphrase an old sci-fi movie, Sherry, in this suite, no one can hear you scream."

She launched herself at me, fingers extended like claws. She was fighting for her life and was determined to go down still fighting. I blocked her attack and punched her in the solar plexus hard enough to stun her. She struggled to draw breath. She still managed to throw a punch. I blocked it easily. I grabbed her by the hair and frog marched her into the bedroom of the suite. Then I picked her up, yes right off the floor, and tossed her on the bed. She lay there, stunned; trying to breathe.

I'm not a violent man. In fact, I abhor violence. I don't approve of war. Wars are mostly started by men who've never fought in one or never faced death. Too many innocent people get killed in wars, and too few leaders. My view is that if we are to go to war then the children and grand children of the people who run the government and of those who profit from conflict should be in the front lines. That might mean fewer wars. But, I digress. As I said, I'm not a violent man. I did not like being physical with Sherry. It went against my grain. Oh when we'd been competing, that was one thing, but this, this I found distasteful.

"Sherry, why do you continue to behave this way? You've already admitted that you want my cock in your pussy. And, yet, you tried to do me harm. Have I harmed you in any way tonight? Be fair. Have I?"

She was silent; curled in a ball on the bed. I was still naked, my cock was hard. She did not resist as I stripped her. When she was naked, I stood back and just looked at her. She was a beautiful specimen of a specific type of woman. Amazons are often worshiped by lesser men. They crave the dominance of a strong woman. They want to be physically overpowered by a 'goddess.' In my case, I wanted to overpower this goddess and make her submit to my will. I get like that sometimes -- I have a streak of pure bastard in me that occasionally escapes my usually Midwestern-nice persona. This was one of those times when my 'evil twin Skippy' had slipped the leash. Sigh.

I sat next to Sherry on the bed. I began to caress her skin, tracing the ridges and valleys of her chiseled features. She'd done a wonderful job of sculpting herself into something that many would call grotesque. I had some admiration for the effort that went into body building. In that context, Sherry was a beautiful woman. 

I got up from the bed and went to my bag. I retrieved a bottle of massage oil and began rolling it between my palms, warming it somewhat.

"Lay on your belly, crossways on the bed, Sherry," I said in as pleasant a voice as I could.

She complied. Her head was toward me. I poured some of the oil on my hands and rubbed them together warming it further. I began to massage Sherry, beginning with the massive muscles of her shoulders and working my way down. She moaned, enjoying the feeling of my strong hands working her muscles. She had expected a beating and instead she was getting pleasure. She accepted it, but it confused her.

When I had worked my way down to her buttocks I put more oil into my hands and dribbled some right into the crack between the perfectly sculpted mounds of her gluteus maxima. Her whole body shivered like a horse getting rid of flies. I dug my fingers into the muscles of her ass and went to work. I worked those fingers into the crevice at her center. She spread her legs. I smiled. I worked her muscles but did not touch her cookie. Eventually, I worked my way down the backs of her massive thighs, behind her knees, her calves, and finally, her feet. I spent some quality time with her feet. She was moaning and gasping almost constantly now and I could see her sex dew collecting on the petals of her flower.

"Roll over."

I began at her feet this time and massaged my way back up those magnificently muscled legs. Now I was looking into her eyes as I worked my magic on her flesh. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were slightly parted, as were her legs. I massaged her left thigh all the way to the top and let the back of my hand just barely graze the turgid flesh of her pussy lips. She gasped and her hips bucked up off the bed seeking to prolong the contact. I wasn't done teasing yet and I switched to her right leg giving an expert massage to this appendage as well. In another minute she would beg me to fuck her brains out. I knew it and so did she. And, yet, she resisted. I admired her for her resolve; not that it would do her any good. She was overmatched in ways she couldn't conceive of -- yet.




MasterPC Ch. 08



I poured oil onto her washboard abs and worked it skillfully into the highly developed flesh there; up her rib cage, and, finally, her tits. I used both hands with plenty of oil to first gently and then with more force, mold and shape the twin mounts of flesh protruding from her amazing pectoral muscles. They weren't very large, but she had very sensitive nipples. I tweaked and tugged, rubbed and caressed her breasts and nipples slowly driving her insane with unfulfilled lust. This was foreplay with a vengeance. Personally, I enjoy edge play. The longer the delay in gratification the greater the satisfaction -- up to a point. I hadn't quite reached that point with Sherry yet. I was waiting for her to make a move.

"Please," she whispered.

"Please what, Sherry?"

"Please, Master" she whispered again, begging for release.

"What do you want Sherry?"

"Pleasefuckmemaster," she gasped making four words into one.

"I didn't quite get that, Sherry. What was it you wanted me to do?"

"Please. Fuck. Me. Master," she hissed, finally. There were tears on her cheeks now. She was broken. I had done it. I'd probably feel bad later, but that was then. This was now. I spread her massive thighs and lifted them, pushing her knees back as I positioned myself between them. My cock had never been harder or more ready to fuck. It knew what it wanted even if I didn't and since it was getting most of the blood supply that meant that it was in charge at least for now.

Her beautiful pussy, the product of years of steroid abuse, was spread open in front of me. The lips looked like those of the whores in Russian rough-sex videos that have been subjected to frequent vacuum pumping. I wanted to spend some time licking her pussy but there wasn't time. I wanted to fuck her now just to complete what I'd started back at that little country bar a few hours ago.

I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her soaking split before notching it in the opening and flexing my hips. I drove my cock into her all in one go and with some force, pinning her to the bed. Damn she was tight. I might really have been the first man to pierce that pussy. It was wet and hot and oh so tight.

"FUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!" 

I was going to have to do some memory modification if there were any guests within two rooms of us. Her scream of pleasure and shock at the sudden invasion of my massive cock could have awoken the dead. It nearly deafened me. I should have taken her voice away for a longer period of time. Oh well. I covered Sherry's mouth with mine and kissed her deeply as I began to fuck her seriously. This was no slow buildup of speed and force. I started out hard and fast and she started orgasming almost immediately. 

She was cumming continuously and crying at the same time. She was crying because I had given her no choice. She didn't want to cum. She didn't want to give up her virginity to me or any other man. But I took that choice away and forced her to have orgasm after orgasm. For one thing, when she clenched her interior muscles, it felt really good on my cock. And, for another thing (much more important to me at the moment) it also meant that she was now my complete and utter slave, bereft of all choices except those I granted her. That evil twin Skippy is sure a prick. Good thing he doesn't slip the leash all that often.

She had her arms around me as well as her legs and she pushed back just as hard as I pushed at her. For a while there was some question as to who was fucking whom. But the one thing I could say for sure was that there was fucking happening. This wasn't some romantic lovemaking like you mind find in a Nica Noelle DVD. No sir, this was fucking. It wasn't pretty and it sounded like two pigs feeding. It also didn't last all that long.

Sherry gave up the psychic ghost about ten minutes into the bout and fainted from emotional and physical overload. Being pounded in the pussy for an extended period in the press position can do that to a person. I hadn't cum yet, but that wasn't all that important to me. I could cum any time. Orgasms can be over emphasized. 

So I pulled my cock out of her pussy which was still clenching and releasing even though Sherry was unconscious. I found her wallet in her jacket and got her address. I took $500 out of my wallet and put it in hers. Then I opened my iPhone ap for the MasterPC program and made some adjustments. She would be a null wave transmitter for a little while. Sort of like Mr. Spock in that Star Trek episode where some alien babes stole his brain -- she was like Spock's brainless body, completely under my control. Her mind was elsewhere.

We got dressed and I took her home. I made sure she got to bed and then I left. In the morning she'd be a little sore and would wonder how that happened, but she wouldn't remember anything except losing an arm wrestling match to a guy who then bought a round for the whole bar before paying her 500 bucks for some private posing and then dropping her off at her place.

As for me, I drove back to the hotel, took a hot shower, went to bed, and got up the next day to continue my business trip. It was successful, as I knew it would be. And before I knew it, I was back home and looking forward to getting better acquainted with my new assistant Julia. 



MasterPC Ch. 09



Master PC 9: David's Dilemma

David Donaldson considered himself the most fortunate of men in all ways but one. He had lots of money, a very lucrative consulting business, a sexy assistant whom he was pretty sure he could have as a lover anytime he wanted, and a piece of techno-magic that gave him virtually god-like powers not only over people but even the physical universe in his vicinity. He was good looking, athletic, and well hung. His natural ebullience, volubility, and charm made him the life of any party and a threat to bed pretty much any woman he happened to fancy, or so he thought -- he hadn't attempted to bed EVERY woman he fancied.

So you might have been surprised to see him sitting at his desk one morning looking rather glum. He was surprised. This state of affairs was not normal. Earlier in his life he'd been afflicted with dysthymia, a chronic form of depression, but with the help of the MasterPC he banished that problem for good... Or so he thought.

What he hadn't counted on was meeting his soul mate after a long and stable marriage. Kathleen O'Brien had walked into his office and pointed a gun at him. It was love at first sight. What happened later that day (and night) was a tryst for the history books. David and Kathleen had fallen in love and it was more than physical attraction. But, David was a married man with no intention of leaving his wife. Given his propensity for breaking his marital vows one has to wonder that he would find it so difficult to just walk away. The answer in this case is "it's complicated."

What we have here is two conflicting sets of facts. On the one hand David is not a total cad. He does, in fact, feel a great deal of affection toward his wife. They produced two wonderful children who grew up to be responsible adults and assets to their community. On the other hand, he knew that his wife was NOT the love of his life. David knew this because he had a very clear memory of when he was 20 years old and dating the woman he later married. She made him feel comfortable. She made him fried chicken (and it was great) and chocolate cake. She was a good kisser. David, at that point, hadn't had much success with women. This one paid attention to him and thought he was funny. She, as I said, made him comfortable.

One night he happened to be thinking out loud (something he later learned never to do in his wife's presence) and he muttered something about spending the rest of his life like this. "Like this" at the time was freshly fed on the aforementioned fried chicken lying on the couch with his head in her lap. She took this for a marriage proposal. He was too embarrassed to say it wasn't. Ten months later they were married. And they'd stayed that way.

Fast forward 36 years. The kids were grown and gone -- not far but not in the house -- and it was just the two of them. Losing weight and getting into shape had improved their sex life but that wasn't really what it was about any more. Once he laid eyes on Kathleen he knew that life, as he had known it, was over. He'd been struck by lightning, to borrow a metaphor from Mario Puzo. Kathleen was on his mind all the time. She was the reason he hadn't seduced his new assistant even though she gave every indication that she was perfectly willing to be seduced. In fact he'd been getting a vibe from her suggesting that if he didn't act soon she'd be a little put out. Her clothing choices had been getting more and more daring. He suspected that she no longer wore a bra or panties to the office. B.K. (before Kathleen) he would have just called her into his private office, thrown her onto his leather sofa, and fucked her brains out. Julia was (nonverbally) begging for it. David was the first man in quite a while that she hadn't been able to bed once she'd decided it was going to happen.

Since David had met Kathleen they'd been in frequent (and heated) communication. He felt like a schoolboy with his first crush. She acted the same. Whenever he travelled to Madison she joined him in his hotel room or at her house for another round of mind blowing sex. But it was more than that. She understood him. They had interests in common. They read the same books (not all the same books, but enough). She shared his passion for old film noir and the collected works of J.R.R.Tolkein. She liked gin. She was his intellectual equal. She was perfect. And, yet, he could not just walk away from his wife and family. 

This situation pretty much covers the definition of dilemma. Kathleen understood his angst but her patience was limited. In his darkest moments, David fantasized firing up the MasterPC and giving his family and the entire community the belief that he'd died in a plane crash in Brazil. THAT disgusted him. He didn't e-mail or call Kathleen for an entire week after having that thought. He considered getting some counseling. His on-line friends thought he was nuts -- the men anyway; the women had a slightly different take.

So, here he was at his desk early one morning (he'd come in early but when he got to work he didn't remember why) looking thoroughly down in the dumps when Julia, his assistant walked in. She was wearing a micro-mini skirt (and believe me no other woman her age could have made it look that good) of black leather. She had a cream colored blouse with lots of ruffles and a leather vest that matched the skirt. Her hose were sheer and black. She was wearing high heeled pumps. Her hair and makeup were immaculate. Her perfume was seductive yet subtle. Her smile said "I'm going to fuck you today whether you like it or not."

"Why so glum, boss? Someone shoot your dog?"

"Hmmm? Oh, hi Julia," he said noticing her for the first time and then doing a double take.

Julia walked into David's private office and closed the door behind her. Then she walked over to where he was sitting and grabbed his chair, turning it so that he faced her. He inhaled her perfume and something else...ah, yes, a woman in heat. His cock responded even if his heart wasn't in it. The cock wants what it wants.

Julia climbed onto his lap, straddling him with her knees on either side of his thighs. It was a fairly substantial leather executive chair (David liked his creature comforts) so there was plenty of room. At that point David made his first big discovery of the day -- Julia really had gone commando. Her stockings stopped high on her thighs and from then on it was skin all the way to the bottom of her blouse. Discovery number two was the Brazilian wax job on Julia's cookie.

She was looking at him eye to eye. "I think someone needs to be cheered up and old Julia knows just what to do," she said, grinning. "There's a rumor going around that you have some rather significant equipment in your pants, David, and I'm just wondering why I haven't gotten to sample it yet. Don't you think I'm sexy?"

"Julia, if you were any sexier you'd be illegal," David managed to croak.

Julia reached down and put her hand on the bulge in his Palm Beach gabardines. "Oh, my goodness. Is that a telephone pole in your pants or are you happy to see me?"

"I'm always happy to see you, Julia," David said, evenly.

"Well, I think you need to see more of me," Julia said, jumping off his chair and standing in front of him. She never took her eyes off of his as she began unbuttoning her blouse. When she had shrugged it from her shoulders along with the vest he got a good look at her magnificent tits for the first time. He was sure they were manufactured tits, but whatever doctor had done it was the Michael-freakin-angelo of plastic surgeons. They were big. They were round. Each was topped with a deep reddish brown nipple centered in a perfectly formed areola of the same color. The nipples were standing at attention, stiffly erect. Everything about them was perfect. They were like the old Lucky Strike cigarettes -- "so round, so firm, so fully packed."

She turned around and started wriggling out of her skirt, revealing more and more of her wonderfully heart shaped ass as the scrap of leather worked its way down her hips and onto the floor. She looked back at him from over her shoulder, her hands on her hips, and smiled. Then she turned to face him clad only in her stockings and high heels. She was a walking wet dream. She was a porn star. She was in his private office and the door was closed and locked. She left David no choice. Actually, David's cock, which was in charge at the moment, ignored any "choices" which his brain might have wanted to make.

David stood up and stepped to her. He swept her into his arms and kissed her. That's actually understating it by quite a bit. He possessed her mouth with his. He took her breath away. He surprised her with his passion and the fierce quality of his expression. Julia started removing his tie and shirt. He helped. In moments he was naked. She stared at his cock, rampant, throbbing; the head an angry red color. It was a fearsome looking weapon and it made her pussy drool. Julia's body shuddered with anticipation. Her late husband had been hung like a horse and she'd gotten used to a big dick. It had been a while since she'd seen one in the flesh.

"hmmmm...." She said. "I think I know where THAT goes."

"I'll bet I know where it goes too," David said taking her in his arms again, pressing his hard cock into her belly enjoying the feeling of her tits crushed against his chest. In her heels she was almost as tall as he was. This made for better kissing angles. He kissed her again hard and fiercely then spun her around and pushed her over the edge of his desk. She squealed in delight and thrust her ass out toward him spreading her legs as she did so. Her pussy, framed by those beautiful legs and her awesome ass, was winking and drooling its invitation to his cock.

"Fuck me," she snarled her voice distorted by lust, "put that big cock right up my wet, hot, cunt you bastard! You've made me wait for it and now you're gonna give it to me!"

David said nothing. He fisted his equipment and aimed it at the target. He spit on his hand and covered the head of his cock with saliva. With a mighty shove he drove it home in one go, knocking Julia's breath out. When she got her breath back, she screamed and David once again blessed his foresight in having extra sound proofing put into his suite of offices.

David immediately began methodically fucking Julia's well prepared quim. He wasn't using super speed or anything like that but his rhythm was steady and vigorous and Julia had nothing to complain about in his pace or the force of his thrusts. His heavy ball sack was swinging up and slapping the top of Julia's slit spanking her clit and giving her jolts of pleasure on every stroke. About two minutes in she started her first orgasm -- this surprised her because she hadn't cum that fast with a man (and only a few women) in her life. Then David started spanking her first on the left cheek and then on the right. The sound of his palm striking her tender ass flesh was loud in the room as were Julia's yelps of pain and pleasure.

"Oh my god...you're making me cum...you...are...making...me...cum!"

These were Julia's last coherent words for some time. For his part, David was enjoying the warm wet confines of Julia's pussy but his heart wasn't in it. The only woman he really wanted to fuck these days was Kathleen and, come to think of it, he didn't want to fuck her as much as he wanted to make love to her. She'd told him the same thing the last time they'd spoken on the phone. David's dick, however, suffered from none of his moral ambivalence and was enjoying its intimate contact with Julia's complimentary parts.

David had a hold of Julia's hips and he was using his grip to pull her harder and harder onto his cock making her grunt with each stroke. He was pummeling her now, pounding her pussy into mush, forcing orgasm after orgasm on her as she screamed her pleasure and lust to the otherwise quiet room. Sensing that she was nearing the end of her endurance, and noting that the clock on his desk indicated that they'd been fucking for twenty minutes, David released his mental orgasm control and ejaculated a copious amount of his precious bodily fluids into Julia's now very well fucked pussy.

When he had finished he pulled out and sat down on his office chair, noting that it wasn't much fun to sit on leather with a sweaty ass. Julia stayed where she was, sprawled out face down over his desk, her legs spread, pussy gaping, leaking a steady stream of his white, creamy, seminal fluid. Her pussy lips were an angry red color and very swollen, as was her clitoral hood. Her ass was bright pink where he'd slapped it -- he hadn't slapped her all that hard. Her chest was heaving as she fought to catch her breath.

"What did you do to me," she whispered, gasping.

"Julia, that's called fucking. We can do that pretty much any time you like provided there are no customers waiting in the outer office and we aren't expecting anyone to drop by," David said in a very matter of fact way; the sort of voice you might use to order a cup of chili at Wendy's.

Julia finally stood up, collected her clothing, and staggered into the bathroom. David had spent a lot of money on the office and it was equipped with a nice big bathroom including a shower stall (big enough for two people) and a bidet. He heard water running as Julia cleaned up then a few moments of silence before she walked out still looking a little woozy from her recent bout of desk-top-mambo.

"Did you do this with your last assistant?"

"Julia I don't usually kiss and tell, but if you must know, no we didn't. We usually used the sofa," David said, indicating the leather sofa against the far wall of his office, "and usually I fucked her ass for afters."

"Next time, let's try that."

"I like the way you think."

"David, let's get something straight. I like you. I like my job. I like sex. I'm not looking to fall in love. You don't need to worry about me asking you for any emotional commitments. I've had enough of that to last a lifetime. You're very attractive and I like men with big cocks. I don't' want to date you or have you take me out to dinner or buy me flowers. I just want to fuck you once in a while. Is that OK?"

"Perfect. If you dress like that very often you can expect to get all the fucking you can handle."

"I'll keep it in mind."

"Perhaps you can go with me on my next road trip and we can spend a little more time getting to know each other," David said, smiling, his melancholy mood having lifted for the moment. Julia knew, with her woman's intuition, that something was bothering her boss and she would not rest until she knew what it was.

David knew what was bothering him but his tryst with Julia hadn't brought him any closer to a solution. On the other hand, his cock felt pretty good about the way the day had gone so far and it wasn't even ten thirty yet. Julia went out to her desk to get some work done. David looked at his computer screen and sighed. He went into the bathroom and cleaned up, then put his clothes back on and started looking for more customers in his state's Capitol...



MasterPC Ch. 10



Master PC 10: Good Samaritan

It was raining. No, it was more than that -- someone upstairs had tipped over a bucket. It was pouring down rain. The windshield wipers on the DeVille were just barely able to keep up with the downpour. Traffic was moving slowly on the Interstate. David Donaldson was coming home from another highly successful consulting gig. He didn't mind the rain. He had plenty of time to get home and was in a great mood.

Then he saw a set of emergency flashers up ahead. He slowed down. The flashers belonged to a late 90's Taurus parked along the side of the freeway. The trunk was open. Someone had a flat tire. David slowed down further and pulled in ahead of the old Ford. He pulled his rain slicker out of the back seat, pulled his Milwaukee Brewers baseball cap down tight on his head, slid across the seat to get out on the passenger side of the midnight blue Cadillac, and stepped out into the rain.

"Need some help?" David asked as he came around the back of the Taurus. 

"Shit! You scared the hell out of me," squeaked the thoroughly soaked person squatting next to the right rear of the car. She, he presumed it was a she from the sound of the voice, had dropped the jack handle.

"Why don't you get back in the car and stay warm while I finish this?" David asked. "I can see you're struggling and it will only take me a minute or two to get you back on the road."

She looked at him, skeptically. But she was considering his offer.

"I'm already as wet as I'm likely to get, Mr. and I don't know you. What if you're some serial killer or something?"

"Well, in that case, I'd have already bashed you over the head, or drugged you, or done something else. My name's David. David Donaldson," he finished putting out his hand.

She looked at his hand and then, reaching a decision, she put down the tire iron and put her wet hand in his warm, dry, one.

"I'm Crystal. Go ahead. This isn't working out very well for me."

"Well, let's see if I can make things better for you, OK? Do you have any dry clothing in your car?"

"Mr., I don't have any clothing with me except what I'm wearing."

"OK, well, get in out of this rain and run your heater -- your teeth are chattering."

Crystal didn't say anything. She got up and got back into her car. A moment later, David heard the motor start up. He turned his attention to getting the Ford POS up on the jack so the flat could be removed. That was the work of a few moments for someone with David's unique abilities. His fingers worked like air wrenches, quickly getting the lug nuts off the flat. He pulled the wheel off and set it aside, then went back to the trunk for the spare.

"Hmmm...well, this is going to be a problem," he said to no one in particular. The spare was flat. It was one of those donut jobs, but something had damaged this one and it was now about as useless as a screen door in a submarine. David picked up the flat tire and looked at it. The sidewall was completely ruined -- no hope at all of repairing it. He tossed it (gently) into the trunk of his car.

He knocked on the passenger window of Crystal's car. It slid down and she leaned over from the driver's side to see what he wanted.

"Crystal, I've got some bad news. Your tire is shot and so is your spare. There's an exit about a mile north of here, and maybe there's a tire store with a mechanic. Maybe they've got a tire that'll fit this rim -- it's a pretty common size."

Tears began to run down Crystal's cheeks.

"I don't have any money. I've got just enough gas to get home and that's it. I maybe have ten bucks," she said, sobbing.

"Where's home?"

"Moose Lake."

Moose Lake is a small community located a little over a hundred miles north of St. Paul on Interstate 35. Its claim to fame is a mental hospital. Well, it used to be a mental hospital -- I think they turned it into a prison a few years back. Their other claim to fame is that a young female convenience store clerk was kidnapped and murdered there a few years ago. 

David had been headed out of Rochester, Minnesota and was still south of the Twin Cities when he'd come across this damsel in distress.

"OK. Crystal, here's what we're going to do. Grab your keys, lock your car, and come with me. We're going to find a tire store in the next little burg and get you a tire. I'll pay for it. Then we'll come back and I'll put the tire on, and you can be on your way. You need to find a new spare though because yours is shot. Try a junk yard."

She started to protest. "I can't let you do all that," she said, still sobbing.

"Crystal, listen to me. I have a daughter. She's older than you, but I'm still her daddy. If she was stranded I would hope that someone would help her just like I'm helping you. C'mon. Let's get going before everything closes and we can't get a tire."

David held out his hand and Crystal took it. It was ice cold. He led her to the passenger side of his car and helped her in. She was still crying. David went around to his side of the Cadillac and got in. Seconds later he was back on the freeway headed north.

At the next exit, David pulled off and headed into the little town. There was indeed a tire store -- one of those national chain tire stores -- but they were closed "for inventory." The old fashioned "filling station" with a real live mechanic is, apparently, a thing of the past. There was no place to get a new tire. Crystal's car wasn't going anywhere without one. Crystal was scared.

"OK, let's talk about plan B. Your car isn't going anywhere until we get a tire. We can't get a tire until tomorrow. You're soaked to the skin and your teeth are chattering even though I've got the heater on max. You need dry clothing and some rest. There's gotta be a big box mart some place near here where we can get you some dry clothing. Then we'll figure out what to do next, preferably over a hot meal."

"I told you I don't have any money."

"My hearing works just fine, thank you, and, as it happens, you don't need money because I have some."

"I'm not having sex with you."

David's mouth hung open in surprise. He hadn't even thought of bedding this little waif. And she was little. Stick thin with the last vestiges of teenaged acne on her face; she had short straight hair that was mostly dark brown except for streaks of fuchsia here and there. She was wearing glasses, which added to her mousy look. She wasn't his type by any means, and up to this point he hadn't even thought about sex with her.

"Is that what you thought this was about? Really? Crystal, you watch too much television. Not every Good Samaritan is an axe murderer or a sex fiend. "

David knew before he even spoke that this was one of those no-win scenarios. Like when your wife asks you "if I died, would you re-marry?" just as you're going to fall asleep. No way to answer that without pissing her off. It's a trick question.

"So, you don't think I'm pretty enough to have sex with then?"

"Crystal, sex isn't about pretty or handsome. Sex is about lust and sometimes about love. Different things turn different people on. Now, do you want my help or do you want me to drive you back to your car and drop you off?"

Crystal sat in silence for a moment, her head down. The wind shield wipers made their whoosh-whoosh noises. The rain beat on the metal skin of the car. The lights from other cars made weird prisms as their beams passed through the rain drops running down the windows. 

"I'm sorry. I'm being a total jerk. You're trying to help me. I know that. But I just broke up with my boyfriend and I lost my job. I'm kind of messed up right now, and I'm scared. I don't know what to do or who to trust."

"Did you call your parents and tell them you were coming home?"

"My phone got shut off cos I didn't pay the bill. My mom doesn't know I'm coming."

"What about your Dad?"

"He died about ten years ago."

"I'm sorry, Crystal. OK, you're in a bad place right now and I can't do anything about your boyfriend or your job, but I can let you use my cell phone and I can make sure you get some dry clothes and a safe place to stay for the night. Then, tomorrow, we'll get your tire fixed and you can finish your trip home."

David took out his iPhone, unlocked it, and handed it to Crystal. She took it without a word and made a call.

"Mom? Hi. No, it isn't my phone. Mine got shut off. Listen, Mom, bad stuff has been happening to me and I need to come home for a little bit and get things sorted out. Just for a week or so until I can get something else figured. I got fired. One of the customers pinched my butt and I slapped him. He was a friend of the owner. Go figure. Yeah, I know. Billy? We broke up. He was cheating on me with Stacy. Look, I'll be home sometime tomorrow. Love you too. Bye."

She disconnected the call and handed the phone back to David.

"Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome. Now, I want you to call a friend, since you didn't seem to want to tell your mother about your car, and tell them what your situation is and who is helping you."

"Why do you want me to do that?"

"Because you would be foolish not to."

"You're weird."

David smiled and handed Crystal the phone again. She made another call. This one was longer, and by the time it was done, David was pulling into the parking lot of one of those big box stores that's open 24/7.

Crystal ended the call and handed the phone back.

"Now what?"

"Here's 200 bucks. Go in and buy yourself something to wear, and any other girl stuff you might need for the night. While you're doing that, I'm going to find a couple of hotel rooms and a good place to eat."

"OK, but you're still weird. Nice, but weird," Crystal said, pocketing the money and opening her door. She dashed through the rain, which was slowing down considerably, and soon disappeared into the depths of retail hell.

David consulted his trusty iPhone and soon had a pair of rooms at a nearby chain hotel next to a restaurant. How convenient was that?

Half an hour later, and much sooner than he had expected, Crystal came back out of the store with a couple of bags and an umbrella. Her old clothes were in the bags. She was wearing the new, dry, clothes and a new jacket.

"Caught a sale," she said, breathlessly as she climbed back into the car. "Here's your change."

"Keep it -- you'll need it to buy a tire tomorrow morning."

David put the car in gear and they drove off into the dark, wet, evening.

"I found us a place to stay. Let's get situated there and then go get something to eat. There's a place next to the hotel. It's pretty generic, but that also means it's predictable. We should at least be able to get filled up for a reasonable price."

Crystal was quiet on the drive to the hotel. She gave her name to the clerk when he asked for it and then silently took her key after signing in. They had adjoining rooms. Crystal was still shivering with cold. David wrapped his jacket around her as they walked to the elevator.

"Take a hot shower and then we'll go get something to eat," he told her as she put the key in the door to her room. "Come and knock on my door when you're ready to go."

"OK," she said, quietly as she disappeared into her room and the door closed behind her with a soft click.

David set his suitcase on the stand in the closet and took out his laptop. He had to rearrange a few things for the next day in order to help Crystal. He was working away when he heard a knock on his door.

"That was quick," he thought as he went to answer it. Then he looked at his watch and realized that he'd been working for half an hour.

"Here's your jacket," Crystal said, handing him the jacket he'd placed on her shoulders on their way up to the rooms.

"Thanks.I don't know about you, Crystal, but I'm famished," David said as they walked back down the hall to the elevator. Crystal grunted something that sounded affirmative but was otherwise silent.

About ten minutes later they were in a booth at Perkins. Yeah, I know, Perkins. Hey, it's boring, but they are absolutely everywhere and the food is pretty much the same in all of them. And, you can get breakfast 24/7. David ordered the "Classic Egg Favorites" with sausage links, hot cakes, and decaf. Crystal ordered a salad.

"How do you stay so trim eating food like that," Crystal asked as the waitress walked off with their orders.

"I'm pure of heart and I work out a lot," David said, smiling. "If she only knew," he thought. And then he had another thought. Slowly a plan began to form in his mind, a plan to help Crystal get over this little bump in the road of life. "Why not? What can it hurt?" Those two questions have caused more trouble than any other six words uttered in the history of humanity.

Crystal actually laughed at this. It wasn't a full blown belly laugh, but it was a chuckle, and it left a smile in its wake.

Over the meal, which they both badly needed, David was able to draw Crystal out a bit about her school and work situation. Crystal had always been something of a loner. She was, she said, the ugly duckling. She'd grown up shy and timid. She was bad at standing up for herself. Her boyfriend had been a real jerk -- verbally abusive and prone to mind games. Her mom worked two jobs and hadn't had much time for Crystal after her husband, Crystal's father, passed away. 

The bottom line, as far as David was concerned, was that Crystal had very low self esteem and an almost total lack of self respect. She slouched when she stood. She always looked as though she was about to get slapped. She cringed a lot. David felt that it would be a good idea for him to give her some Master PC help.

David kept the conversation focused on Crystal. He teased her gently and made her laugh a few more times. 

When their meal was finished, they went back to the hotel and their respective rooms. David changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, his standard lounging attire, and fired up his laptop again. This time, instead of his e-mail or word processing software, he called up the Master PC program. Seconds later, a picture of Crystal, now in a t-shirt and panties, was slowly rotating on the screen.

"OK, where to start..."

For the next twenty minutes the only sound in the room was the clicking of keys and the air handling system cycling on and off. Finally...

"There. That ought to do it for starters."

David had programmed in some changes to Crystal's personality that would gradually take effect over the next few days and weeks. He'd also programmed in some physical changes that she would enjoy -- a few of those would be apparent to her as soon as she next looked into a mirror, while others would take a bit to make themselves known. She would be stronger, both mentally and physically, have a more positive outlook, and be able to see others as people she needed to relate to rather than as threats.

He had just finished when his room phone rang.

"That's odd," he thought. "Well, I suppose it's the manager calling to thank me for staying at his hotel and making sure I have everything I need for the night."

Instead, it was Crystal.

"David? Would you come to my room please?"

She sounded all weepy again.

"Sure. I'll be right there."

He grabbed his room key and went next door, knocking lightly and then stepping back. He didn't want to appear in any way threatening.

The door opened. The room was dark. David stepped in. The next thing he knew, Crystal was in his arms with her head against his chest and she was sobbing.

"Crystal? What's wrong kiddo?"

"W-w-w-would y-y-you hold me please?" J-j-j-ust hold me?" Crystal managed to get out through the sobs.

David did what she asked. He held her, gently stroking her back and hair and letting her feel his warmth and strength. She was shaking. It was cold in the room -- she hadn't turned the heat up.

"Crystal, you're freezing. Let's get you into bed and under the covers. You need to warm up."

She allowed him to lead her to the bed and tuck her in.

"I don't want to be alone tonight. Would you stay with me and hold me?"

David thought "Oh-oh -- this could be trouble," but what he said aloud was, "Sure Crystal. I'll stay right here with you." He got an extra blanket out of the closet and then lay down next to Crystal on top of the bed spread. He pulled the blanket over both of them and put his arm over Crystal, careful not to let his hand go someplace it wasn't supposed to.

"You need to be under the covers, David."

Warning bells were clanging in David's brain. He wasn't wearing anything under the shorts. This was dynamite for sure, but the sniffling young girl lying next to him was, he figured, not thinking about anything except how scared and miserable she felt.

Very carefully, David insinuated himself under the covers. Crystal immediately rolled into his arms and snuggled up to him with her head at his chest. She was shaking. He rubbed her back and pulled the covers tighter around them.

Gradually the sobbing and sniffling subsided and he felt her body relax. Her breathing was soft and regular. She was asleep. She'd gone from scared and teary eyed to asleep in just a few minutes. Well, at least she wasn't afraid of him anymore.

David smiled as he thought of what Julia would say when he told her this story. "You were in bed with a young girl and you didn't fuck her?" And with that thought in mind, he went to sleep...and woke up some time later from a very erotic dream in which he'd been getting a deliciously slow and very wet blow job.

Only it wasn't a dream. There was a very wet, very insistent, mouth on his dick. For the first few moments after David woke up in the darkened room he was just disoriented enough to think that Julia had come on this road trip after all (she'd begged off due to a family event she needed to attend). Only when his hands went down to find the full head of blonde hair, they met the short straight hair of a stranger.

No, not a stranger. David sat bolt upright in bed and threw back the covers. The warm wet mouth that had engulfed his member belonged to Crystal. He couldn't make out her face in the dark but there wasn't anyone else in the room.

"Crystal? What the hell are you doing?"

He hadn't meant that to sound angry, but it must have because he felt Crystal cringe. Then she jumped off the bed and fled to the bathroom. He heard the door lock behind her.

"Oh shit," David muttered. "Here we go. What an asshole you are Donaldson."

David got up and nearly tripped over his shorts. He pulled them back up over his wet (and still erect) cock and walked to the bathroom.

"Crystal? I'm not mad. I was just surprised is all."

He could hear her sobbing behind the door.

"C'mon out and let's talk about this OK? Please?"

"You think I'm stupid and ugly," Crystal said between sobs.

"No, I don't. C'mon, Crystal, open the door and let's talk about this."

Crystal didn't say anything. David went and sat on the bed trying to figure out his next move. Sometimes being a genius times two doesn't mean you have all the answers. This was one of those times.

About five minutes later the bathroom door opened. There was a brief burst of light before the bathroom light was turned off. David heard bare feet on carpet approach the bed and then felt the mattress move slightly as someone sat down on it.

"I'm sorry," Crystal said, her voice very small. She sounded like a ten year old.

David put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him. "It's OK. I kind of liked it."

"Really? You liked it?" Her voice changed slightly with the compliment.

"Show me a guy who doesn't like receiving oral sex and I'll show you a really weird guy."

"My old boy friend said I wasn't very good at sucking his penis."

"Your old boyfriend is an idiot."

Crystal giggled a little. 




MasterPC Ch. 10



"You have a really big penis."

"Yes, it goes with my really big mouth," David said, and got another giggle from Crystal. "If you don't mind my asking, why were you sucking on it?"

"I woke up, sorta, and you must have been having a really great dream because your penis was all hard and I could feel it pressing against me. And, well, you've been so nice, and I don't have any way to repay you, and I just thought, well, you know, I'd do that instead."

"There's nothing to repay," David said, hugging her. "Sex shouldn't be currency -- you shouldn't have to trade blowjobs for the things you want. I know some people, women and men, sell sex to make ends meet, but that should be a choice, a conscious decision, not something done out of desperation. If you want to have sex with someone it ought to be because you like them and want to experience pleasure with them, not because you feel obligated."

Crystal suddenly moved so that she was straddling David's lap, her face inches from his. He could feel her breath. And, then her mouth was on his and she was kissing him. He responded automatically and kissed her back, then broke the kiss.

"Crystal, you don't have to --"

She cut him off. "I want this. I want to have sex with someone who's not a jerk and who isn't just using me to get himself off."

David said nothing but drew Crystal's mouth back to his and kissed her. He kissed her with all the skill and passion that he could put into a kiss. His cock was an iron bar attempting to rip through his shorts. Crystal was grinding her pubis against his cock, dry humping him; moaning into his mouth. David's hands moved down Crystal's back and cupped her tiny ass cheeks pulling her more tightly against him. Her arms wound around his neck and she hugged him so fiercely he thought she might break something.

Gently, without breaking the kiss, David maneuvered Crystal onto her back. He pulled her panties down and off and then her t-shirt. She was naked. He couldn't make out more than just the outline of her thin body against the white sheets but it didn't matter. He stripped out of his own clothes. He crouched over Crystal's naked body on all fours and began to kiss her. He started with her mouth and then he began to kiss her face; to trace the line of her jaw with his lips and tongue; down her neck and across her collar bone.

Crystal reached down and tried to stroke David's cock, but he wasn't having any of that at the moment and as he kissed his way down to her chest he was out of her reach for now. He'd give her ample time to explore him later, but for now he intended to focus all of his attention and skill on Crystal. She didn't have much for tits -- calling them A-cup would have been generous. But her nipples were like little diamonds on her chest and he tended to them as if they'd been sitting on top of a pair of double-D's. She moaned as his tongue teased her turgid teats. He sucked them and licked them and Crystal loved it. She was squirming on the bed beneath him her hips pumping the air in a vain attempt to find his cock and engulf it in her wet warmth. He smiled as he kissed his way down from her chest with a brief pause at her belly button where his sudden tongue thrust made her squeal with delight.

As he kissed his way toward her pubic mound he heard her sharp intake of breath. Her body was taut with anticipation. Her fingers gripped the bed sheets, her hands clenching and unclenching as she anticipated what was next. He didn't have the heart to tease her as he would have liked. She needed to have an orgasm and she needed it badly.

He could smell her arousal. It was pungent and fresh. It was musky and thick. To him it was the sweetest perfume on the planet and he never got tired of the scent. David kissed his way through the tangle of fur at the top of her mound (Ben Dover would definitely call this a "proper pussy") and then, using his thumbs to spread Crystal's outer labia, he covered her wet sex with his mouth licking up and down the slit with long strokes of his tongue. 

Crystal put her fist in her mouth and screamed. She grabbed the pillow and pulled it over her face and screamed some more. Her body arched up off the bed and began to jerk spastically while David hung on and kept licking. He hadn't even really gotten to her clitoris yet and was almost afraid to. Her juices were like ambrosia to him and he lapped them for all he was worth. Her hands had found his head and she was pulling him more tightly to her pubis, as if he needed any encouragement. He found the tiny nodule of nerves and gristle at the top of her slit and lashed it with his tongue like a Hitachi set on high speed.

Crystal's legs clamped around his head as she went wild. She tried to roll over and nearly broke David's neck in the process. Somehow he held on to the bucking animal that Crystal had become and continued his oral assault until she begged him to stop. She was sobbing, but this time it was with pleasure.

"O-O-O-oh-my-god," she whimpered, "I never knew. I never knew it could feel like this."

David moved back up and kissed Crystal's mouth, enjoying the feeling of her passionate response. Her legs came up and he allowed her to capture his hips with them. She reached between them and gripped his cock, pulling it down to where her wet pussy was waiting for him to fill it.

"Is this what you want, Crystal?"

"Yesssssss," she hissed. "Putitinmeplease," she gasped making it all one word. 

David pressed forward and her aim had been good because the head of his big dick found her opening and he was soon sliding inside her.

"Oh, god...so big...so big...fuck...so big...go slow...oh...fuck...go slow...go slow..."

She was tight. Crystal had obviously never had anyone as big as David. He imagined that he might be only the second man ever to penetrate this tumescent tunnel. He worked his way slowly deeper and deeper inside of her, pulling back and then pushing forward, pulling back again and then pushing a bit further inside, whispering to her about how good she felt to him and how much pleasure he was getting from this.

He doubted that she was listening. Her mouth was open in amazement as he kept on penetrating her. She was barely breathing. He was monitoring her for signs of distress but all he felt was her hips urging him on, her ankles locked around him pulling him more tightly to her.

Finally, when he had pushed as much of himself inside of her as he felt she could take for now he pulled all the way back until just the head of his cock was still captured by her pussy portal. And then he pushed all the way back to the point where he had stopped before. Slowly out and slowly in. That was the pattern. That was the rhythm. Crystal was using her legs to pull herself up against him as he thrust into her.

Gradually Crystal's pussy opened to his length and girth. He was clearly plowing some of this field for the first time. He was boldly going where no man had gone before. After about five minutes of almost leisurely fucking David felt his balls press against Crystal's perineum. He stopped and flexed his cock inside Crystal's pussy.

"Oh...fuck...that's huge..." she murmured.

"You've got it all, Crystal. Every last inch."

"Really?" Crystal seemed to come back from wherever she'd been, mentally, and she looked down her body trying to see in the dim light created by the hotel parking lot lights peaking through the inadequately closed drapes. One of her tiny hands sneaked between their bodies and she touched the place where they were joined. 

"Oh my god...I've got all of that monster inside of me...and I'm not dead. Fuck that feels great."

"It's going to feel a lot better in a minute," David said.

Not waiting for a response David began to move his hips faster and with more force. Now that he knew she could handle his entire cock he began to really fuck her. Every bit of skill he possessed as a cocksman was called upon in this moment. Long strokes, short strokes, hard strokes, different strokes ("what you talkin' about Willis?) he used them all.

Crystal started cumming and quickly reached the point where she didn't know where one orgasm ended and the next one began. It was spectacular. David felt her pussy clamping and releasing and it was all he could do to hold his own orgasm back. Her legs fell to the bed, twitching and jerking, her toes curling. David reached back and grasped her legs behind the knees and pushed them back up and apart. He started pile driving his cock into her wide open cunt hole, his balls slapping against her asshole on each stroke.

Crystal was grunting and squealing like a little pig, babbling like an idiot, tears of pleasure and joy running down her face. Nothing in her life had ever given her this much pleasure. Sensing that she was near some sort of apotheosis, David increased the speed of his thrusts. Crystal's body tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed, and then her entire being knotted up into one clenching muscle spasming orgasm and she shouted a single word:

"FUCK!"

David released his own orgasm at this point and gasped with pleasure as he emptied his balls into this young girl's vagina. She felt the flood and it caused another small tsunami of pleasure to wash over her.

David moved her right leg over and got himself into the spoon position without letting his cock pull out of Crystal's pussy. He wrapped her in his arms, managed to find a corner of the sheet and covered them both with it. Crystal pushed her hips back against him, her pussy still firing little spasms of delight to her brain. She liked having his cock inside her. That was the last thing she thought before going to sleep.

David woke in the half light of the morning peeping in through the drapes. They had separated during the night. He very carefully got out of bed, retrieved his shorts and t-shirt, and crept out of the room back to his own. A quick shower and shave and some clean clothes and he was back out in the hall and headed for the exit. It was after nine. He drove back to the tire store and got a tire put on the rim. Then he convinced, with the aid of Mr. Franklin, one of the tire sales people to go back with him to put the tire on Crystal's car and bring it back to the hotel. He dropped the salesman back at his store, thanked him again, and went back to the hotel.

"Crystal? You up yet?" David asked as he knocked on her door.

She opened it, buck naked and obviously just out of the shower. He stepped inside and closed the door before anyone in the hall could see (there wasn't anyone, but just in case...). She threw her arms around him and kissed him. He noticed that her face was free of acne -- it was like she had never had a pimple in her life. She was glowing. She was still rail thin, but he could tell that some of the changes he had made in her were already starting to take effect. This was not the frail little waif he'd befriended the afternoon before.

Her hand went to his crotch. He covered it with his own, moving it away.

"Time to get dressed Crystal," he said, laughing.

"Oh, poo. I want some more of your cock."

David smiled, thinking of how she had been calling it a penis just hours earlier.

"How about some breakfast?"

"I want sausage. A big sausage."

"I think I've created a monster," David said, laughing. "Now, c'mon and get dressed. I'm starving and I'll bet you are too."

"Oh, all right," Crystal said, pouting, but he could tell she didn't really mean it. She was dressed in a flash and they were soon back in the very same Perkins they'd eaten at the night before.

David ordered steak and eggs this time. Crystal ordered pancakes. She ate like someone who hadn't had anything to eat for several days.

"Want more pancakes?"

"No, thanks, I think if I eat any more I'll burst."

David poured some more coffee.

"What are we going to do about my car?"

"It's already done."

"What?"

"Well, while you were sleeping like a dead person, I was up and doing things. You have a new right rear tire, and if you stop by the tire store on your way out, they'll put three more on for you plus replace your spare. Oh, and I filled the gas tank."

Crystal's eyes filled with tears. 

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Tell me why you did this."

"Did you ever go to Sunday School?"

"Yeah, when I was a little kid. Before my dad died."

"They ever teach you about the Good Samaritan?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Well, I learned that lesson too. It's probably the only one that stuck with me. When I see someone in trouble, I want to help them. You were obviously in trouble. I thought I should stop and see if there was something I could do."

"Well, I'm glad you did. And, I'm glad we did all that other stuff too," Crystal said, and now a little smirk appeared as she thought of what they'd done the night before.

"Yes, about that, I seem to recall you telling me that you weren't going to have sex with me," David said, smiling.

"Oh. Yeah. Well. I was really scared yesterday and I was angry at myself for being scared and for not being able to do anything about it and I turned it into being mad and suspicious of you. I'm sorry."

"That's all right. You were in a tough spot and for all you knew I was some perv who preyed on young damsels in distress."

"About that perv part...could we go back to the hotel and perv some more?"

They both laughed at that one.

"Check out is at 11 and it's 10:30 now, so we wouldn't really have time."

"Could I at least finish what I started last night. God, when I felt that big cock of yours pressing up against me I knew I had to have it. And then when you caught me and I thought you were mad, I nearly went crazy. Please...can I suck it? I really want to give you the kind of pleasure you gave me."

"I thought you said you were full -- you mean you want dessert?"

"Yes, please, with plenty of cream."

"Well, OK. Let me see if the hotel will give us one of the rooms for late checkout."

David paid the check and they walked back to the hotel. It was a slow day and there was no problem about a 1 o'clock check out. So they went back to the scene of the crime, as it were.

Once in the room, Crystal didn't waste any time. She had David sitting on the bed with his pants and shorts off in a flash. Just as quickly she was between his legs with her mouth fastened on his rapidly rising cock. Her hands were busy with the base of his shaft and his big balls. She might have been inexperienced at fucking, but she knew her way around a cock.

She soon had his whole shaft coated with her saliva and her hands were wrapped around it moving up and down with her mouth. David leaned back and sighed with pleasure as Crystal's hot wet mouth began to draw his cum up from his nut sack. He did nothing to prevent himself from cumming, wanting to give her the reward she craved. And it didn't take long. He grunted a short warning and released a flood of pregnancy pudding into Crystal's hungry mouth and throat. She didn't miss a drop and when she was done, he was drained.

Crystal crawled up next to him on the bed and gave him a semen flavored kiss, which he returned with interest.

"How'd I do?"

"What am I, the Russian judge? I wasn't grading the performance, I was just enjoying it."

"C'mon, was it a good job or not?"

"You swallowed the evidence. It was a fantastic blow job and I'm not even going to guess how you learned the technique."

"Moose Lake is a small town. Even a girl like me can get a date if she is willing to suck cock."

David took Crystal's head in his hands and forced her to look at him.

"Crystal. Pay attention to me. You are a beautiful girl, no, scratch that, a beautiful woman. I had a fantastic time with you last night, and the blow job you just gave me was incredibly pleasurable."

"Really? You're not just saying that?"

"I'm not just saying that. Now, we should get going. You need to get home to your mom and I need to get to work."

Crystal kissed him once, hard, and then got up. David put his pants back on, straightened the rest of his clothing, and went back to his room to pack. He and Crystal met in the lobby. He walked out to her car and watched as she put her ***mart bags in the back seat. Then he took a pair of twenty dollar bills out of his wallet and handed them to her.

"What's this for?"

"In case you get hungry on the way home, or just want to stop at Tobies for a donut or something."

Crystal hugged him. She hugged him hard.

"No one has ever done anything this nice for me. Ever. Thank you."

"Do something nice for someone else. That's the best way to thank me."

"OK, I will."

And he believed her. David watched as the beat up old Taurus moved out of the parking lot and headed toward the tire store. Then he tossed his bags into his DeVille, got behind the wheel, and headed north. He made the whole rest of the trip with a smile on his face.

"Wait 'til her tits start to grow," he said, chuckling to himself. 



MasterPC Ch. 11



Chapter 11: The Intern

Having successfully resisted the temptation to conquer the world using the Master PC program, David Donaldson turned his attention to building his business. Julia, his new assistant, was proving a real asset to his work. Leaving aside the fact that their libidos were nearly a match, she was also whip smart and a great organizer.

One morning, as David was carefully sipping his first cup of Arco and reviewing his "to-do" list for the day, Julia walked into his office and perched her delicious ass on the edge of his desk.

"Boss, we need to talk," she said. 'Boss' was her term of endearment for David and he enjoyed hearing her use it. It had a Clark Gable-Claudette Colbert kind of feel, sort of like some 1930's screwball romantic comedy.

"You have the floor, start talking," David said, giving her his full attention.

"We need to hire some staff. This business can't grow if we don't have some help."

"Do I want the business to grow?"

"Boss, I know you always say there are no dumb questions, only dumb answers, but that is as close as I've ever come to hearing one. Of course we want the business to grow. Don't we?"

"That's an assumption, Julia. I kind of like the way things are right now," he said, reaching out and rubbing his hand along the outside of Julia's thigh. She grabbed the hand and pushed it away.

"None of that now, Boss, we're having a serious discussion. Don't try to distract me," she said in a mock serious voice. She was smiling though, and she didn't push his hand away with much force.

"If we hire more staff, how will we keep having fun in the office?"

"I've thought of that. If you let me do the hiring, I'll make sure to only hire people who think like we do about sex and having fun."

"How will you do that?"

"Let me worry about that part. What do you think of the idea of adding some staff?"

"How about if we start with an intern or two. Maybe someone from the local U?"

"Hmmmm...well, now that you mention it, that might not be a bad way to go. We could see how they work out and then decide if it was worth it to start adding more people."

"What would you have them do; I mean besides the sex part," David said, grinning.

"I could use some help with answering phones, maintaining our social media presence, updating the web site; things like that. Probably about 20 hours per week, maximum."

"I can see that you've given this a lot of thought," David said, leaning back in his chair and sipping some more of his coffee. "All right, go ahead. Start rounding up some candidates and we'll see how it goes from there, OK?"

"Thanks, Boss," Julia said, slipping off the edge of the desk and leaning into David, giving him a kiss. "You won't regret this. You'll see."

He watched her walk out the door into the outer office admiring the way her skirt hugged her ass. She had a gorgeous ass. He loved looking at it clothed or otherwise. And, with the Master PC upgrades he'd given her (without her knowledge of course), she would always have that gorgeous ass. In fact, her entire body was now proof against aging. Oh, she'd die eventually just like anyone else including him, but her body would retain its firmness and suppleness for years thanks to a few modifications he'd made.

David pushed the thought from his mind and went back to work. He was enjoying his consulting business. He'd finally found an occupation that suited his inclinations. David was a "vision" guy and a problem solver. What he had always struggled with was finishing. He loved coming up with ideas and problem solving. But he was easily bored (even more so now with his Master PC enhanced intelligence) and quickly lost interest in a project once it was launched.

Being a consultant allowed him to swoop in, do some teaching and problem solving, get some ideas out there, and then watch as other people made things happen. Then he moved on to the next client and repeated the process. And, in Julia, he found an employee who complimented his abilities perfectly. She was a "finisher." She was both creative and detail oriented, a rare combination. He could hand her something that he'd started and know that it would be taken care of. And, she knew how he liked to work. He liked being challenged and required lots of stimulating things to keep his mind occupied.

Later that day, she popped her pretty head through the doorway and announced, "The first candidate for the internship is here, Boss. Want to meet her?"

"Wow. That was fast. Sure. Bring her in," David said, getting up from his chair and slipping his suit jacket back on.

Julia walked in with a young, by which I mean young looking, girl. She had auburn hair and a somewhat boyish figure. She was wearing a modest straight skirt with a white blouse and a green jacket which set off her beautiful green eyes. She had cute dimples. She was not, by any means a "knock out" but she wasn't hard to look at either.

"Mr. Donaldson, this is Allie Weston. Allie, this is Mr. Donaldson, who, as I told you on the phone, owns the company."

Allie smiled and shook David's hand.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Donaldson."

"Likewise, I'm sure," David replied, adding, "Please have a seat," indicating a chair at the conference table which occupied the center of the room.

Allie smoothed her skirt and sat down. Julia took the seat opposite. David sat where he usually sat, at the head of the table.

"Well, Allie, did Julia explain what we do here?"

"Yes, Mr. Donaldson, and it sounds exciting."

David glanced at Julia, who was smirking just a little bit. He looked away quickly and turned his attention back to the internship candidate.

"So, Allie, let's talk about you. What are you studying at our favorite University? What are your interests? Things like that."

"I'm majoring in Marketing and Mass Communications with an emphasis in social media. My minor is English with a writing emphasis."

"Good choices. So, what do like to do when you're not in class or studying?"

"Oh, I like all sorts of things, Mr. Donaldson. I like sports, playing and watching, I like to listen to music, go to movies with my friends, play video games, read books, that sort of thing."

"OK, well, why are you interested in working with us?" Allie looked at Julia, who nodded briefly urging her to go on.

"I met Julia in my yoga class and we sort of became friends. When she told me about you, I mean told me about your company, and how much she enjoyed working under you, er, um, I mean working for you, I thought it might be a good place for me to get my internship. I need one to graduate and it might as well be something that suits me."

Dave gave Julia a look that all but said "oh HO, I get it."

"I see. Well, in that case, let's move to the test."

"Test?" Allie looked at Julia, who just smiled and nodded.

"Yes. It's the test I give all the interns. I'm surprised Julia didn't tell you."

"N-n-no, she didn't," Allie replied now seeming just a little apprehensive.

"Oh it's a very simple test, Allie. Stand up for me please."

Allie stood up, looking at Julia, who just kept smiling. Allie looked back at David for further instructions.

"Turn around so we can see all of you."

Allie turned 360 degrees. David smiled at Julia. Julia smiled at David.

"OK, now what?"

"Take off your clothes."

Allie directed a questioning glance at Julia, who smiled and nodded. Saying nothing, Julia got up and went to the reception area where, presumably, she put up the "closed" sign, locked the front door, and turned out the lights in reception. Seconds later she walked back in and closed David's office door, which she also locked. Allie was still standing exactly as she had been when Julia had left the room.

"Well," Julia said, "you wanted this internship."

"Just waiting for you to get back in the room, Julia. I knew you wouldn't want to miss anything."

Allie turned back to face David. Then she took off her jacket and folded it before placing it carefully on the table. Then, she reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, which fell in a puddle at her feet. She stepped out of it, picked it up, folded it neatly, and put it with the jacket. The blouse was next -- Allie took her time with each button, her bright green eyes never leaving David's for even a second. When that, too, had joined the pile of neatly folded clothing on the conference table, Allie stood before David wearing a bra, a pair of thigh high nylons, a thong, and her shoes.

"Leave the thigh highs on. I like the way they look."

Allie reached behind her back again and unfastened the bra. She held the cups against her little cupcake tits for just a moment before tossing it on the table.

"Turn around and bend forward at the waist, then take off the panties. Leave the shoes on for now."

Allie slowly turned around and bent over, displaying her ass beautifully. She turned her head so that she was looking back at David and then she slowly pulled the thong down her legs and let it drop to her feet. She remained where she was, giving David a wonderful view of her ass, with her well waxed coochie peeking out from between her thighs.

"Reach back and spread your ass cheeks."

Allie did as she was asked, spreading herself wide open; her entire crack was now in view and it was a delightful view from where David sat.

"What do you think, Boss? Does Allie pass the test?"

"She's doing great so far, Julia. I think she'll fit right in."

David turned to find Julia, naked, lying on her side on the couch. She was grinning like the Cheshire cat. 

"Allie," David said, "Go over and lick Julia's pussy, please."

"Yes Sir!"

Allie walked quickly to the sofa and took up station at the junction of Julia's magnificent thighs. Julia cooperated by sitting up and spreading her legs wide, giving Allie as much access as she would need. Allie didn't hesitate, but dove in face first and began servicing the woman who would be her new boss. She soon had Julia breathing hard and squirming against the leather surface of the sofa. David watched as he removed his clothes. Naked, he sat back down and stroked his fully tumescent cock as he watched Allie eat Julia's pussy with gusto, and, apparently, some skill judging by the sounds Julia was making and her facial expressions.

"Right there...yes...yes...right there...right there...oh fuck...that's the spot...don't stop...yes...yessss... don't you dare stop you little slut...c'mon eat that pussy...oh, yes...you do that so well baby...that's it...that's it ...oh god yes...two fingers...yes...fuck my pussy...finger fuck me...harder...now suck the clit...ohgodI'm cummmmmmminggggggggg!!!"

Julia had a hold of Allie's head with both hands and for a moment it looked like she was trying to pull the younger woman's head right up inside her pussy. Allie kept working fingers, lips, and tongue not stopping until Julia finally pushed her head away and flopped over on the couch, a smile of total satisfaction on her face.

"Enough...god...you're killing me," Julia gasped.

Allie sat back on her haunches and licked her lips. Then she wiped her face with her hands and licked them as well, not wanting to waste a drop of Julia's sexy sauce.

"Allie, come over here," David said, fisting his big boner.

Allie crawled over to David and knelt with her knees spread apart displaying her sex. It was juicy, swollen, and ready for cock. Her back was straight, her chest thrust out. Her head was held up but her eyes were down. Her hands were placed on her thighs palms up. David smiled, recognizing the pose.

"You've eaten Julia's pussy before, haven't you," David asked?

"Yes, sir, I have."

"I see. Are you a lesbian?"

"No sir, I'm bisexual."

"Very good. Does it turn you on to eat Julia's pussy?"

"Very much sir."

"Excellent. Well, one last little task and your exam will be finished. You're doing well so far. Go back over to the sofa and kneel on it with your ass toward me. Put your hands on the back of the sofa and arch your back."

"Yes, sir."

Allie quickly obeyed and was soon displayed in a perfect fucking position. David got up from his chair, walked over to the sofa, and put his cock next to Julia's mouth.

"Get it wet, please, Julia. I'm going to fuck your little intern here until she passes out."

Allie shivered at his words. Julia opened her mouth and drew David's big dick inside giving it a thorough coating of her saliva. David pulled it out of her mouth with a pop and then without saying another word, he shoved the entire length up Allie's tight little cunt hole all in one go. It was a good thing she hadn't been lying about being excited because if her pussy hadn't been really wet, David's opening thrust would have been, to say the least, painful. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Allie screamed as she felt her pussy impaled on David's cock. It was a scream of pure pleasure, rather than pain. 

When David felt his balls slap against Allie's pussy he stopped his thrust and held his cock buried deep inside the young intern. He leaned over her back and put his mouth right next to her ear.

"That's a hot little pussy you've got there, Allie. It feels wonderful on my cock. Where's my cock, Allie?"

"In my pussy, sir," Allie said.

"Close, but not quite right. When you are in this office, your pussy is MY pussy. Do you understand?"

Allie moaned and her entire body trembled. 

"Where is my cock, Allie?"

"In your pussy, Sir," Allie gasped feeling David flex his dick in her guts.

"What's it doing there?"

"Fucking your pussy, sir," Allie said, again gasping with pleasure as David began slowly withdrawing his cock.

"Congratulations, Julia," David said, now beginning to slowly work his cock in and out of Allie's tender twat tissues. "You've brought me a winner."

"Allie, tell Julia who and what you are," David said, his voice showing a little exertion now as he began seriously running his dick in and out of Allie's pussy hole.

"I'm...ugh...oh...fuck...I'm...ahhh...ohgod...alittlefuckslut," Allie gasped as David began seriously pummeling her pussy.

"How do you feel right now my little fuck slut?"

"Ohmygod...ugh...I feel so good...ahhh...please...I love your cock in me...a girl can't help it sir...a girl is cummmmmminnngggggggg!"

"What Allie is trying to say is that she is a little submissive slut....ahhhhh....that pussy feels great...where was I? Oh, yes...wriggle your ass just like that little kajira... Mmmm....yes...just like that..."

David grabbed Allie's arms and pulled them behind her, crossing her wrists. Allie locked her forearms and wrists together, her forehead pressed into the back of the couch. He used her arms to pull her more tightly against him, impaling her completely with his big dick. Allie's cries of pleasure became a long high ululation like the cry of some sort of animal or large bird.

Julia looked on, mystified. She had known Allie for some time and had bedded her on more than one occasion and she had never known about this side of her personality until now. Allie had never shown submissive tendencies toward her, but she sure was showing them now with David. Julia was intrigued, and she was also a little turned on. She began to play with her pussy without even noticing what she was doing.

David was in his stride now, his cock sliding in and out of Allie's sex like a well oiled piston. His big balls slapped against the top of Allie's slit, bouncing off her clitoris with every stroke sending little jolts of pleasure along her nerve pathways to go with the big jolts of pleasure his cock was creating with its relentless assault on her cunt. On and on -- Allie lost track of time -- the sexual blitzkrieg continued and her orgasms had concatenated into one enormous pleasure wave.

"MAAAASSSSTTTTTEEEEERRRRRRRRR!" Allie screamed, "A GIRL YIEEEEEEELLLLLLLDSSSS!"

She went limp. She was like a candle that had been snuffed. One moment screaming through the last in a long chain of orgasms and the next lying limp and covered with sweat on the sofa, out cold.

David checked Allie's breathing and adjusted her body to a more comfortable position. Then he turned to Julia, who was half on and half off the couch, her legs spread, her head just touching the back of the couch, her fingers busy whipping her pussy to froth.

David knelt between Julia's legs and replaced her hands with his cock, still hard and still wet from Allie's pussy.

"Oh FUCK! YES!" Julia cried as he plunged inside her quivering quim. She had been right on the cusp of another huge orgasm and David's sudden thrust was the catalyst for a sexual cataclysm in his beautiful blonde assistant. He felt her inner plumbing contract in ripples up and down his cock as she came and came and came. He forced his dick in and out of her in spite of the powerful contractions enjoying the feel of her powerful inner muscles massaging his rampant fuck stick.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! DON'T STOP! KEEP FUCKING ME! YEAH! JUST LIKE THAT! JUST LIKE THAT! OH FUCK YEAH! GIVE ME THAT BIG COCK! C'MON YOU FUCKER...YOU LIKE THAT? YOU LIKE HOW THAT BIG COCK FEELS IN MY TIGHT PUSSY? FUCK THAT PUSSY! FUCK IT! OH JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH...CUMMING AGAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNN!!!"

David felt the pregnancy pudding boiling up from his balls. He let the waves of pleasure Julia's pussy was providing wash over him and carry him off to sexual nirvana as with a long drawn out sigh of pleasure he released a torrent of scalding sex sap into the hungry maw of Julia's molten sexual center.

"Yeaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

Julia felt David's cock pulse once, twice, three times as he blasted her innards with his liquid lust. More salvos followed and if she had possessed the capacity for lucid thought at that moment she might have wondered how any man could come that much. She did not have that capacity at that moment, however, and she would be forced to contemplate this conundrum later on. His flood triggered yet another climax as she felt his warmth bathe her insides and leak out the bottom of her coochie, coating her quivering anus with his goo.

Allie had come back from wherever it was her mind had taken her and was sitting up watching the end of David and Julia's fuck. David noticed her.

"Allie, come here and clean my cock with your lips and then clean Julia's pussy," he ordered. His voice was quiet but it was easily understood that this was not a request.

"A girl obeys," she said, quietly. She moved quickly to comply with her orders. Taking David's dripping cock gently in her hands she lovingly licked and sucked it clean, relishing the taste his fluids combined with Julia's, not forgetting to lick his balls. When she was satisfied that she had gotten everything she could get from him, she turned her attention to Julia who was still lying sprawled out with her legs spread and a steady stream of creamy juices running from the bottom of her gaping pussy hole and down her crack. She put her face into the swamp between Julia's legs and lapped for all she was worth, even digging her tongue into Julia's asshole in search of David and Julia's combined spendings.

She even licked what had spilled onto the leather upholstery of the sofa, licking and lapping like someone after some delicious morsel that they had been deprived of for a long time.

"Enough. First position," David said.

Allie once again knelt before him with her legs spread and her well fucked pussy on full display. Her back was straight, her chest out, and her hands rested on her thighs, palms up. This was the standard position of a slave girl before a Master.

David had once spent about a year reading through the literature of D/s, including the works of John Norman, and had spent hours on line chatting with women who believed themselves true slaves according to the Norman philosophy and world view. He had recognized Allie's kneeling posture for what it was immediately.




MasterPC Ch. 11



Julia struggled to sit up. Her hair and makeup were a mess. But she bore the satisfied expression of a woman who'd just been well and truly fucked.

"Well, ladies, why don't you two go into the bathroom and get cleaned up. When you're dressed, we'll talk. You've brought me quite a package here, Julia, and I think you'll be getting a bonus. We're going to chat about how this company operates from now on and we may even institute a dress code of sorts. I got some ideas while reading an old story last night on that text files website. Now, scoot...get cleaned up and dressed. Then we'll talk about the future."

An hour later the trio was sitting at the conference table again, still naked but freshly showered with makeup applied and hair repaired.

"OK, Boss, what's next," Julia asked?

"Well, I was reading a story last night on that old text files website -- the one I was telling you about that has all these old erotic stories that people used to post on electronic bulletin boards and Usenet . It was about a businessman who had a very special assistant just like you. They had some really interesting ways of doing business. For example, on Tuesdays and Thursdays they would keep the office closed to the public and take off all their clothing. They'd have orgies in the conference room during the lunch hour. Stuff like that."

"Is that what you want here, boss? Orgies in the conference room?"

"Is a threesome considered an orgy? Hmmm...well...probably not. We'd have to hire more staff for it to be an orgy. Anyway, what I was getting at was that I think we should have one day a week where the office is clothing optional. We can keep the doors locked and the blinds down so no one can come in except us, and go about our business as usual except for being buck naked. What do you think?"

"OK in the summer, but, what's this place like in the winter time, Boss?"

"Not bad -- your nipples will stay nice and hard," David said, grinning.

Julia frowned. "Not funny, Boss."

Allie giggled.

"Let's give it a try and see what happens. How about we make it a Friday thing? We'll call it 'Free Friday' or something like that."

"Somehow I don't think much work is going to get done on Fridays," Julia said, grinning. "What do you think Allie?"

"I don't think ANY work is going to get done," Allie said, looking at David and smiling wickedly.

"You know what they say about all work and no play, ladies," David said. And all three began to laugh. It was a happy work place, that's for sure.



MasterPC Ch. 12



12:  Crystal Returns

I like to sing. I have a good voice, perhaps an inheritance from my Celtic ancestors. As I walked into the office one morning in March, I was singing the chorus to an old Irish folk song in a passable baritone:

"Her eyes they shown like the diamonds,
You'd think she was queen of the land.
And her hair hung over her shoulders,
Tied up with a black velvet band."

Julia looked up as I walked into the office. Her smile was bright and warm – she was always glad to see me. And, why not? We fucked like bunnies on a regular basis, she got paid a good salary, our intern was a hot young thing who swung both ways, and every Thursday, we locked the front door pulled down the blinds, and worked naked all day.

"You're pretty cheerful today boss," Julia said.

"Ah, 'tis a glorious day my pretty colleen," I said as I leaned over and kissed Julia on the cheek. "Simply glorious."

She got up and followed me into my office and hung up my suit jacket. She perched her pretty behind on the edge of my desk.

"Now give. What's up?"

"My long suffering spouse has decided to devote herself to the Mother Church and will be joining a convent. She leaves next week."

"What?"

"She's been going to church a lot the past couple of years. And, she's been spending a lot of time reading her Bible and praying. The Priest is a regular visitor for Sunday dinner. I suppose this is her way of leaving me for another man – one who doesn't want sex five times a day."

"And you're happy about this?"

"I'm happy for her. Our kids are grown and on their own. She's retired, and not finding fulfillment as a 'housewife' – I knew she wouldn't, but she wanted to give it a try. Anyway, she'll be happy and that's what counts."

"And you'll be free."

"I think she got the Bishop to annul the marriage – although how you annul a marriage that's produced two children I'll never know, but, yes, I'll be free."

As I had been speaking the front door of the office opened and closed.

"Better see who that is, sweetheart," I said in a very bad Bogart impression, "we could use a client."

Julia smiled at me and swished out the door into the anteroom. She gave her hips an extra little wiggle for me. I smiled and started checking e-mail and appointments. Whoever it was that had just arrived, Julia would handle the situation. Julia stepped back into my office, a big grin on her face.

"There's someone here to see you – a young woman."

"Is she pretty?"

"Yes, very."

"Well then, send her in darling. Send her in and let's have a look at her."

I stood to greet my visitor. And then I smiled. It was Crystal.

Saying "it was Crystal" doesn't quite do it justice. It had been quite a while since my "Good Samaritan" act and I had almost forgotten about some of the Master PC enhancements I'd given her. They'd "taken" and, well, to put it simply, she was gorgeous. Her acne was gone as if it had never been. Her hair was long and full; light brown and silky. Where she'd been a skinny little waif, she was now a real woman – one with just enough curves in the right places to accentuate her slim figure. She could have been a model. If she'd been Asian, she could have been Asa Akira.

"Crystal," I said. And then she was in my arms hugging me like a long lost lover; which, in a way, I suppose I was.

"I kept your business card," she whispered in my ear as we embraced. "I knew I would want to come and see you to say thank you."

I held her at arm's length and looked at her. She was beautiful

"You look wonderful, Crystal. It's good to see you. Come, sit and tell me how you've been," I said, leading her to one of the conference chairs. I saw her look over at the leather sofa as she sat down.

I took a chair myself. "Would you like some coffee? Soda? Water?"

"No, thanks, I'm good."

"So, what brings you to the big city?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Yes. You."

"Hang on a sec," I said, getting up and walking to the doorway. "Julia, hold all my calls for a while please. Thanks." I closed the door and went back to sit down, only to find that Crystal had moved to the sofa.

"More comfortable here, I think," she said, smiling. "Come and join me."

I raised an eyebrow at this, but complied. This was NOT the frightened, frustrated, and angry young thing that I had rescued one rainy afternoon on the Interstate. I sat at the other end of the sofa and half turned so that I was facing her. 

She did the same, but because she was wearing a skirt, I was getting a great look at her lovely thighs. I shifted my focus to her face. She was smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

"So, what can I do for you?" I asked, breaking the first rule of sales.

"You've already done it."

"All I did was buy some tires."

"Oh, I think there was more to it than that. I've been a different person since we met. My whole life has changed – changed for the better. I want to know what you did, because (she put her hands on her breasts) these didn't just happen. (She put her hands on her face) How does someone with acne as bad as mine end up without any scars? I went to my dermatologist and she called it a miracle – said she'd never seen anything like it. So, how?"

"Two questions: Why do you think I had anything to do with this? Why is this so important to you?"

"You swooped into my life and you changed everything. Don't I have the right to ask questions?"

"Of course you do. I'm just not sure I can give you any answers that will make sense. "

"I don't want to sound ungrateful. I can't tell you how much better my life is now. Even my mother is happier than she's been in years. Did you do something to her too?"

In point of fact, I had. I'd given Crystal's mother some upgrades to improve her life as well. No good deed goes unpunished I guess.

"Who says I did anything to either one of you."

"I seem to recall you doing some very nice things to me," she said, giggling a little.

"Yes, well, I think we did some nice things together – that would be more accurate."

"So, David, would you like to get a better look at your handiwork?" She asked, standing up and stepping in front of me. 

I said nothing. She took my silence for permission and began stripping. In seconds, her clothing was in a puddle at her feet and she stood before me, naked, and beautiful. That "beautiful" should probably have been in all caps. She had a body that could only have come from the Master PC program. 

I gave a low whistle of appreciation. Crystal smiled.

"You like?"

"Do I look dead? Of course I like."

She crawled up into my lap. She could feel my cock, like a hot iron bar, pressing against her through my pants.

"Yes, I definitely think you like what you see. Now, how did you do it?"

"Crystal, for heaven's sake, why do you keep insisting that I did something? All I did was rescue a damsel in distress. Whatever happened after that had nothing to do with me." I wasn't about to tell her that I had the world's most powerful piece of techno-magic at my command. "Maybe you're just a late bloomer or something."

"Oh, poo on late bloomers. You know that's not true. I was flat as a board and had a terminal case of acne before I met you and within a month, pop go the twins, zip go the zits, and suddenly I have hair like a Fructis Girl. I don't believe in coincidence. This all started with you."

It would have been easy to spill the beans. It was tempting. A hot young thing was sitting, naked, in my lap. Not much blood was getting to my brain. But, somehow, I managed to resist the urge to blurt out my secret. Then Crystal upped the ante. She slid off my lap and onto her knees between my legs. Her nimble fingers soon had my slacks unbelted, unbuttoned, and unzipped. She was fishing in my boxers for my trouser snake.

"Got it!" She exclaimed in triumph as she brought Mr. Happy into view. It wasn't in view for very long. Within seconds, she'd swallowed me whole. I'd forgotten about that particular upgrade. She went all the way down and stayed down for what seemed like forever, her throat muscles caressing my cock while her lips and tongue performed their own special magic. She came up for air and looked up at me, spit running down her chin and her lips all shiny and red.

"Before I met you, I couldn't get more than a few inches of a boy's cock into my mouth without gagging. Now I swallow dick like Annette Schwartz."

She stood up and spread her legs. Reaching down, Crystal pulled her labia apart, revealing a rather large clitoris and a very full, very swollen, very obviously aroused, set of inner pussy lips.

"See these? More of your handiwork I suspect."

I wondered why I'd given her the intelligence upgrade. She was far too smart and was drawing all the right conclusions. I'd have to take some action to make sure she didn't really put two-and-two together and get four.

"Am I God? As much as I'd like to have that kind of power, Crystal, I don't."

"I think you do, and I think you've used it on me, my mother, and God knows who else. Yourself, probably, for starters."

"Are you happy, Crystal?"

"Never better. I went back to Minnesota State and boy was my ex ever jealous when he saw the guys drooling over me. He couldn't believe it. So that was fun for a while, but I have a taste for more mature men these days, and I keep thinking back to how considerate you were when we had our little encounter along I-35. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to come and find you and give you a little taste of the new me."

Crystal walked over and plopped back down on the sofa. Spreading her legs obscenely, she began to play with her pussy, stroking her clit while plunging three fingers into her gash. That was more invitation than I needed. Kicking off my shoes, I slipped off my trousers and boxers. I tore off my socks and quickly divested myself of my shirt and t-shirt. I walked to the couch, my cock bobbing ahead of me like the bow spirit on a clipper ship.

Her excitement was written all over her flesh from the sex flush spreading upwards from her chest to the swollen lips of her juicy pussy. I could not wait to plunge balls deep into that seething cauldron of cunt juice – and I didn't. Kneeling at the sofa, I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit to lubricate it and then I plunged inside. It was incredibly hot, wet, and tight. I remembered how tight she'd been the night we'd been thrown together in that hotel room next to the interstate. She was every bit as tight as that now. But that was the only similarity between what had happened on that rainy night when I first met Crystal and what was taking place on the Natuzzi in my private office.

"YEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!" Crystal cried. 

I grunted as my cock hit bottom and I felt my balls slap up against her butt. I held it there, pushing to get every last centimeter inside her, and then I ground my pubis against hers. She moaned with pleasure.

"You don't know how often I've dreamed of this," she gasped as I flexed my cock in her guts.

I covered her mouth with mine and began to move my hips. Slowly I withdrew, enjoying the feeling of her inner flesh, slick with desire, yet still somehow clinging to my dick as if she was loath to give it up. When just the last inch was still enveloped in her warm wet sheath I pushed in again, slowly, savoring the feeling. Her hips pressed up against me as I once again hit bottom. She too wanted all of me inside her.

Our mouths were glued together, our tongues battling for supremacy. I picked up the pace of my thrusts and soon our kiss broke as our breathing quickened. She matched me thrust for thrust, cocking her hips up as I repeatedly impaled her on my fleshy spear. Her eyes never left mine and her face wore an expression of fierce concentration overlaid with pleasure. This was definitely not the helpless waif I'd boffed in the motel room. Her pussy muscles rippled up and down my shaft like a Fleshlight. I could feel her juices leaking onto my balls every time they slapped against her asshole.

Suddenly, I pulled out my cock and got to my feet. Grabbing Crystal's hips, I pulled her down so that her ass was on the edge of the sofa, then pressed her legs back until her feet were pressed against the back of the sofa. Hardly missing a beat, I shoved my cock back into her wide open pussy and started hammering her into the leather cushions.

Crystal went wild. She was screaming and grunting on every stroke. I smiled, thinking of Julia sitting in the next room listening – well it wouldn't be the first time she'd heard noises like this from my private office and it wouldn't be the last. 

Now I really picked up the pace until I was plunging my cock into Crystal's pussy like one of those dildos on the end of a reciprocating saw they use at Fucking Machines. Crystal's mouth was open in an "O" of surprise as I took it up a notch but no sound was coming out at the moment. She had her ankles gripped tightly in her hands and her eyes never left mine for an instant as I pummeled her pussy flesh. And oh what pussy flesh that was. Crystal's innards were gripping me like a well lubricated and powerful fist. She was cumming continuously as I pounded her without mercy.

I yanked my Johnson out of her coochie again and flipped her over so I could do her doggie style. I flopped her over the arm of the sofa – she was too far gone to hold herself up on her knees – and began deep stroking at a somewhat slower pace. She had found her voice by this time and was grunting on every stroke, each grunt connected by a continuous moaning sound that originated somewhere deep inside her soul.

My own lust was building to the boiling point very quickly as her inner flesh continued its magic massage on my cock. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her to me, burying myself to the last inch in her warm wet depths and released my load into her clenching sheath.

"Oh fuck! I feel you cumming in me!" Crystal cried out with joy as I flooded her insides with guy goo.

This seemed to set off another mini-tsunami of pleasure that made Crystal's whole body quiver with lust. One, two, three, four geysers of jism splashed against Crystal's cervix. I gathered her to me and held her tightly while we both came down from the pleasure mountain we'd climbed together.

Yes, this was shaping up to be a great day. If only I could keep Crystal from asking too many more questions. I nuzzled her neck with my lips and she sighed with contentment.

"That was even better than in the hotel," she murmured. 

"Oh, I think the hotel was pretty special," I replied. She twisted in my arms so that she was facing me, and looked into my face.

"It was special for you too?"

"Yes. It was very special. I like sex and I think every time I have it that it's good, but there was something about that night that stays with me. I was very happy to see you."

"I'm glad. I wasn't sure when I came here how you'd feel or if you'd even remember me."

"No danger there, sweetie."

"So, are you going to tell me what you did to me?"

"No. Just be happy with it."

She frowned. I decided to change the subject.

"Do you have a summer job?"

"No, but I'm looking. Why?"

"You could come and work for me."

"What would I be doing?"

"Learning. Having fun. Making money. Meeting new people. The usual."

"Do I get to fuck the boss?"

"Regularly. And, his assistant if you're lucky, plus we have an intern who'd really dig you."

"Your assistant is a lesbian?"

"No, she just likes sex and doesn't feel like gender ought to get in the way of a good time. Same thing with my intern. We party together a lot, and on Thursdays, clothing in the office is definitely optional."

"Your assistant is beautiful." Crystal paused. "But I've never been with a woman before."

"Then you don't know what you're missing. Julia is an amazing lover. Want me to call her in here?"

"What? Right now? We're laying here naked and my pussy is flooding cum."

"Perfect timing then, because Julia loves cleaning up a well fucked pussy with her tongue, and I like watching her do it."

Crystal gave me a funny look and then sort of shrugged her shoulders. I could tell she was a little nervous though. I got up and went over to the desk. I picked up the phone and punched the number for Julia's extension before Crystal could change her mind. I had a hunch that she was still a little out of it from our session but still I knew I had to act fast.

"Hey Julia...How would you like to initiate my good friend Crystal into the Sapphic Arts? Fresh cream pie."

I had hardly put the phone down when the door opened and Julia stepped in. She closed the door behind her and locked it. She gave me a quizzical look as she stood there with her back to the door glancing from me to the naked teenager on the sofa and back again.

"Julia, this is Crystal. She's going to come and work for us this summer. We just finished her orientation and I discovered that she's never been with a woman before, so I thought you might enjoy being her first. Crystal, say hello to Julia," I said, grinning.

Julia was smiling now, like a shark looking at a tasty school of mackerel or something.

"Hello, Crystal," she said, walking over to the sofa and sitting down next to Crystal and extending her hand.

"Uh, hi," Crystal said, a little doubt in her voice as she took Julia's well manicured hand in her own.

"So, I see that you've been given David's usual new employee orientation," Julia said, looking down at the well fucked pussy between Crystal's legs and then up at me, and, for just a moment, I almost felt embarrassed. My prodigious load was leaking out from between the puffy lips of Crystal's pussy and crawling down her crease. Crystal looked down and giggled.

"Does he do this to all the new employees?"

"Mmmm...yes he does," Julia said, smiling at Crystal. "But it's a two part orientation these days and I'm the second part," Julia said, licking her lips – it was totally lewd, the way she did that. When she did that to me it never failed to make my cock hard. Crystal actually moaned.

"May I proceed with the orientation, Crystal?"

Crystal hesitated for a moment and then said, "OK."

Julia spread Crystal's legs, grabbing her behind the knees and pushing her legs up and apart, spreading the younger woman's well used crotch for all the world, or at least the other two people in the room, to see.

"Oh, David, you've left me a nice little snack here I see," Julia said as she positioned herself for pussy eating. She didn't wait for me to respond, but lowered her head and fastened her talented mouth to Crystal's love portal.

"Fuck!" Crystal gasped as she felt Julia's lips and tongue ministering to her tenderized tissues. Julia knew what the aftermath of a good drubbing could do to a woman's pussy and she used all of her considerable talents to gently probe and sooth the well flogged flesh. But she didn't let any more of my precious elixir escape either. She greedily sucked up every drop she could find, and Crystal was soon squirming under Julia's oral assault.

I moved up behind Julia, flipped up her skirt, pulled down her panties, and plunged my brand new erection into Julia's sopping pussy. She'd obviously been turned on by the combination of listening to our vigorous lovemaking as well as licking the younger woman's freshly fucked pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh," Julia moaned into Crystal's cooze. But she didn't miss a beat in her oral ministrations. I didn't waste any time on preliminaries but started pounding Julia's eager love grotto with swift strokes. He could tell that she was close to climaxing already, and Crystal seemed about to go over the edge as well, and so, he let himself go.

"FUCK!" 

"I'M"

"CUMMMMINNGGG"

We all shouted in unison as each us achieved our own version of orgasmic bliss. Julia was still tasting my cum from Crystal's cunt as her own was deluged with my fresh semen delivery, and Crystal was blissing out on the feeling of another woman's mouth on her most private area. It took a few minutes, but we finally disengaged from each other and fell into a heap on the sofa. Julia took Crystal in her arms and kissed her long and tenderly. I watched, an amused smile on my lips.




MasterPC Ch. 12



"Welcome to the firm," Julia said.

"Thanks," Crystal replied overcome with a sudden sense of shyness. She'd forgotten all about her original reason for coming to the office, which is what I had intended. I knew, however, that a day of reckoning was coming and I needed a strategy to deal with it. But not today.

"C'mon, Crystal, let me show you one of the other perks of working here – we have our own shower," Julia said, standing and holding out her hand to the newest employee of the firm. Crystal took the hand and the pair walked through the door on the other side of the office and into my private bathroom with its large shower area. Soon, I could hear the sound of running water and two women laughing. I got dressed and went back to work. Someone had to do something productive around the place, I thought. 

And so the day went. Phone calls, e-mails, paperwork, appointments, and travel plans. I had found a gig in Las Vegas and Julia was coming along. It was the time of year when the Adult Video Awards were being given out, and there was a convention featuring the hottest X-rated starlets representing their various companies and websites. If we were lucky, maybe we'd bag a porn star...



MasterPC Ch. 13



MPC 13: David Investigates Porn

One of the habits David hadn't given up from his pre-Master PC life was watching porn. He didn't watch as much of it, that was true, but he still watched some and kept up with what was going on in the world of "adult entertainment." He started an adult video review blog, opened a Twitter account, and started frequenting discussion forums on a number of adult video oriented websites. He learned a lot about the adult industry and got to know (if that word can be applied to internet acquaintances) a few people in the business including several producer/directors whom he regarded as friends. His new knowledge changed the way he watched porn and it had an impact on his tastes as well.

And that's how he began to suspect that someone else had obtained a copy of the techno-magic disc known to mind control fantasy writers everywhere as the Master PC. He started noticing more and more porn stars with unusually well developed genitalia – huge (even by porn standards) cocks, enormous clits, women with gigantic natural breasts, and women who just seemed like such sexual robots that they couldn't possibly be real. There are a good number of women in porn with huge sexual appetites – women who really get off on having sex in front of the camera – and a smaller number of men who are great performers. But David started seeing people whose appetites went well beyond anything he'd seen. It was like someone had combined the ten craziest women in porn into one person and set them loose on a video production set with a Barbie Doll physique. It was unnatural – even more so than porn's normal unnaturalness.

But what sealed the deal as far as David was concerned was the first time he saw a living, breathing, Futanari on his monitor. Outside of Hentai or Manga videos, or comic strips like "Innocent Dickgirls" the last hermaphrodite images he'd seen were in a video made by Paul Norman back in the 90's, and that had involved rubber cement and a prosthesis. 

David had seen some chatter about these videos on an adult video discussion board. He made a few enquiries and eventually tracked down a copy of a video titled simply "The Fourth Sex," from Polymorph Video, Inc.

David loaded the DVD into his machine and sat back to watch. A series of images flashed across the screen accompanied by thumping techno music and a voice over.

"Women love their DICKS! Men love their PUSSIES! They're DICK GIRLS!"

The images were of creatures that occupied both sides of the gender gap. They appeared human. They were undoubtedly some of the most beautiful individuals David had ever seen. Stunning bodies with long legs, big tits, ghetto booty, and TWO sets of genitals, or one really messed up set. These things had huge cocks, no balls, and two nether openings. One appeared to be a pussy, because it had full, plump, labial lips. It was located just behind the base of the giant penis, where a man's balls would be attached. The other opening was obviously an anus. David estimated that the cocks on these creatures had to be at least a foot long; possibly longer. Not only that, but they were thick. And, these creatures were flexible – they were often shown sucking their own cocks, or sliding those cocks between their giant tits.

Images of these creatures fucking, sucking, and being fucked flashed across the screen. They ejaculated prodigiously and often, hosing their partners with long strings of gooey stuff. And the strangest thing about this spooge (as if the volume and frequency wasn't already strange enough) was that their partners acted as if it were ambrosia or, more accurately, like Jem'hadar craving ketracel white. These Futanari were shown with women, with other dick girls, and in one case, with a teenage boy (presumably at least 18 years old). David's cock was an iron bar in his trousers as he sat staring at the spectacle on the screen.

One he could have passed off as some sort of genetic mutation or extremely clever fake. But this video featured a host of them. These were not fakes – he was convinced of that. He'd watched those big dicks go from flaccid to impossibly erect. One explanation and this was the one David was most concerned about, was that someone else had gotten a hold of the Master PC program and was using it to create or breed a race of übersexual freaks. Either that or someone had figured out how to mutate Homo sapiens. Either way, further investigation was required.

"Julia," David said into the intercom, "would you come in here for a minute?"

Moments later his number one assistant, right arm, head cheerleader, gal pal, and friend with benefits, sashayed into David's office with, as usual, a sly smile creeping across her features and a gleam in her eye.

"You rang, boss?"

"Sit down a sec. I want to show you something."

"I've already seen everything you've got boss," she giggled.

"This isn't about me, you harlot," David chuckled. Then in a more serious tone he asked, "Ever see anything like this?"

He pointed at the screen and pressed a button on the video remote. The Dick Girl images reappeared in all their glory. Julia watched with the complete concentration that made her such a valuable asset to the company. At first she looked puzzled. Then she frowned. Then she leaned forward for a closer look.

"How did they do that?" Julia asked.

"Damned if I know," David replied.

"Ever see anything like it?" David asked.

"Nothing like that exists," Julia said in a voice that seemed to contradict her statement.

"Think it's fake?" David asked, pointing at the screen.

"Well, isn't it?"

"No, I don't think so."

"How?"

"I don't know, but I want to find out. Something's happening here. What it is ain't exactly clear."

"What?"

"Buffalo Springfield, 1967."

"What?

"Sometimes, Julia, I forget our age difference."

"Oh."

"Nevermind. So, other than the freakish nature of the participants, what did you think of the video?"

"Fuckin' A, boss. That's some hot shit," Julia said. She could curse like a sailor when she was aroused, and clearly she was aroused. She didn't even realize that she had put her hand up her skirt.

"Would you do a hermaphrodite?"

"Boss, you know me – I'd fuck a snake. But, wow, whatever these things are, I'd do one in a heartbeat. Look at them. They're beautiful. And those cocks. My god...they'd split me in two, but what a way to go."

"If you want to rub one out, go ahead," David said, pointedly looking at Julia's crotch, currently occupied by three fingers of her right hand.

"Oh! Shit! I didn't even realize. Wow...that must have affected me more than I thought."

David chuckled. "Well if you're going to jerk off, you might as well do it with a mouthful of cock," he said, unzipping his slacks and pulling out his erection.

"Mmmmm...I'll get right on it, boss," Julia said, slipping to her knees and hiking her skirt up to her waist. She gobbled David's cock and rubbed her fingers between her legs. She never wore panties to the office, so she had easy access to the goodies.

As her excitement increased she began to moan around the stiff pole invading her gullet. She loved sucking cock and could get off just doing it. Her fingers were giving added stimulation and she was rapidly nearing the point of no return. David let himself go easy, giving Julia a full load of his spunk as she was going over the edge into the orgasmic abyss.

A few moments later and with a final smack of her lips, Julia got up from her knees, David put his cock back in his pants, and life at the office resumed its normal course.

"So, what are you going to do to investigate these beautiful things," Julia said, looking wistfully at the screen, which David had frozen on the image of a tall, shapely, for-all-intents-and-purposes female form with the exception of the fact that between its legs hung a prodigious penis currently frozen in the act of spraying an impossibly thick load.

"First, I have to find them, which, on the surface, shouldn't be all that difficult given the Federal regulations relating to porn production in the U.S. There's an address at the beginning of the video. I'll start there."

"And then what?"

"I'll find out who's behind it."

"Why do you care?"

"You know me, Julia, I'm a curious guy."

"Yes, I do know you, David, and that's why I'm not buying 'I'm a curious guy'." Her fingers supplying the air quotation marks as she said this.

"It's the best answer you're going to get today," David said. He got a raised eye brow in response. He was not, of course, going to tell Julia the whole truth. The secret of the Master PC was not something he was prepared to share with Julia or anyone else.

"You're the boss."

"All righty then ... back to work," David said terminating the discussion.

Julia left David's office with a slight frown on her face. It wasn't often that her boss failed to share what was on his mind with her. But she knew better than to pursue it further, at least for the moment.

David, on the other hand, sat in his chair, lost in thought; the Futanari image on the big screen HDTV frozen in mid ejaculation. He knew he had to do something, starting with being very careful. Whoever was behind this wouldn't want anyone to find out what was really happening. He was a little surprised that anyone would make something like this so public. It was bound to invite curiosity. The denizens of the adult video discussion boards seemed to have come to a consensus that the Futanari were fakes – good fakes but fakes none the less – they apparently accepted Kin-Kin-Tha's First Law of Metaphysics: "Nothing unreal exists." The Futanari could not be real and therefore they did not exist. That was fine with David. The fewer questions the better, unless he was the one asking.

David wanted to know the truth. If someone else really DID have the Master PC program, he wanted to know about it. If someone was deliberately creating genetically altered human beings, he wanted to know that as well, and, put a stop to it. But David DID have to admit that if the opportunity arose to actually have sex with one of these beautiful creatures it would be a pretty big temptation -- a Futanari would be a true bisexual male's dream date.

He wrote down the record keeping address (in Los Angeles) from the back of the DVD box cover and had Julia book him a flight, a hotel, and a driver – David did NOT want to drive in L.A., and who could blame him? The place is a nightmare.

It was early afternoon, hot, and sunny when David's flight landed at LAX. This was, after all, Southern California – hot and sunny is what they sell. It keeps all those tanned and toned California Girls at the beach for everyone to look at. He preferred using car services when he travelled and he didn't mind paying for the luxury. When he arrived at the baggage pickup there was a man in a black suit with a sign that said "Donaldson."

Ninety minutes later, thanks to the near impossibility of getting anywhere in L.A. by automobile, David was in his hotel room unpacking. The last thing he unpacked was his laptop. Once it was up and running he checked his various e-mail accounts, blogs, websites, Twitter, Facebook, and the local weather.

He sent an e-mail to someone he actually knew in the porn industry, letting her know that he was in L.A., his phone number and where he was staying. She had once told him that she'd like to have dinner with him if he ever got anywhere near Porn Valley. He was a great admirer of her work. She appreciated his witty remarks, his ironic world view, and positive reviews of her movies.

Within minutes of his hitting "send" his phone rang.

"David Donaldson."

"David? Is this really you?"

A half dozen smart ass remarks went through David's mind and were immediately rejected.

"Sydni?"

"Oh my god! It IS you."

"Last time I checked."

"This is wonderful. Do you have dinner plans? I'm just finishing a shoot and I know I'll be famished when it's through. Let me come pick you up and we'll go have dinner somewhere and talk."

"I'd love that. What time?"

"Seven too late?"

"No, not at all. I'll text you a picture of myself so you'll know who's standing at the curb waiting for you," David said, laughing. "I already know what you look like."

"Cool! See you at 7!"

The call ended and David did, indeed, snap a photo of himself with his phone and sent it to his dinner date. Then he called his car service and told them he wanted a pick up at 10 in the morning and that he planned to keep the car and driver for the day. 

He looked at his watch, saw that it was just past 4:00 p.m. local time. He decided to take a nap and then shower before dinner. He set his alarm for five, stripped naked, and lay on the bed. He was almost instantly asleep.

At 6:59 p.m., David was standing in front of the hotel freshly showered, freshly shaved, and freshly dressed. At about five after 7 a Buick Enclave rolled into the hotel driveway and stopped in front of him. It had hardly come to a full stop when the driver's side door opened and a woman jumped out.

"David!" She practically screamed as she threw her arms around him and gave him a big kiss. "I've wanted to do that ever since I saw your avatar on Twitter – you know what a lip fetish I have."

"Well, hello to you too, Sydni," David said, grinning like some love struck high school boy. "I can't believe I'm finally meeting you." He hugged her again. She ushered him into her car and they sped off to dinner.

It was a pleasant dinner with great conversation and it did not lead to a steamy sexual romp, if that's where you thought this was headed. David learned a lot about his friend and she learned a few things too. Toward the end of the dinner, as they were sipping coffee, David broached the subject of Futanari.

"Sydni, I need to ask you about some industry stuff."

The expression on Sydni's face froze, her smile replaced by a look of absolute betrayal. He'd broached a forbidden subject.

"You're not going to ask me to get you into porn, are you?"

"No," David laughed, "I know better than to ask that."

Sydni relaxed and laughed with him. "OK, what is it then?" 

"What do you know about Polymorph Video, Inc.?"

"Not much. They're a relative newcomer out here but they've been growing really fast."

"What about the people who appear in their stuff? Ever work with any of them?"

"No. They're all under contract, apparently, and they only work for that company. Frankly, I'd never even heard of any of them before they showed up on video."

"Where do you think they came from?"

"Eastern Europe would be my guess, but I really don't know."

"What about the so-called 'dick-girls' or Futanari?"

"Yeah, aren't they weird? There's a big debate in the industry about whether they're real or not."

"I think they're real, Sydni, and that's why I'm here. I can only think of two ways they could be real: 1 - someone has figured out the most brilliant reconstructive surgery scheme in history or, 2 – we're looking at some sort of genetically engineered hybrid human being. The first option is just bizarre, but the second is downright frightening and I want to get to the bottom of it."

"Playing detective?"

"Sort of. I can't tell you why, but I have a real interest in option two, if it's what I think it is. Can you point me to someone else in the industry that could get me an introduction?"

"I can't think of anyone off hand, but let me make a few phone calls and get back to you."

"You still have my cell number, right?"

"Absolutely."

"Oh, and one more thing – be careful. If this is what I suspect, they won't want anyone asking questions, so make your phone calls really discreet."

"What's going on – what do you know that's got you so spooked about this? I mean, they can't be real, can they? Good grief – human beings with two working sets of genitals? Really?"

David sighed. He considered, for just a moment, letting Sydni in on the secret. 

"I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you," David said, smiling, trying to make a joke of it by doing a really bad Sean Connery impression.

"Ha ha. Seriously...what do you know?"

"I know this isn't right. It's not natural. And, it's not fake. These creatures are real. I want to find out what's behind this. You're just going to have to take my word for it that I know what this is, or I believe I do. I just can't say more. Not now, maybe not ever."

Sydni looked at David for a moment, started to speak several times, stopped, looked at him some more. "I think you're crazy. But, I'll see what I can do to get you hooked up with Polymorph. Don't hold your breath though – it's a pretty well insulated outfit. I'm not sure I can do what you want me to."

"Well, just give it a shot. Now, let's talk about something more pleasant. How's your next movie coming along?" 

The next morning, David's phone rang. 

"David Donaldson"

"Sydni asked me to call you about Polymorph."

"Yes?"

"What do you want to know?"

"Anything would be more than I know right now. What can you tell me?"

"Company showed up out of nowhere two years ago and started producing a ton of videos right off the bat. No one knows where they came from – they just showed up just like that."

"Full blown from the brow of Zeus," David muttered to himself.

"What?"

"Nevermind. Didn't they hire local production crews?"

"Nope. Had all their own people."

"Who's the head guy?"

"It's a woman. Rikko Gresserhof. Supposedly from Switzerland, but she looks Japanese. She accepted the award Polymorph won at last year's AVN's, anyway."

"They have a studio? Place they conduct business?"

"They keep their legal records at a place out on Cahuenga, but that's all I know. Oh, and one other thing."

"What's that?"

"They shoot their regular videos, you know, the boy-girl and girl-girl stuff, in rented mansions in and around Porn Valley, just like everybody else. But the weird shit, that 'dick girl' stuff, they don't. Nobody knows where that gets shot and everyone wants to because it's the hottest stuff to hit the biz since anal and Brazilian waxes."

"Thanks. That's helpful. Who did you say you were?"

"I didn't. Let's keep it that way."

"Scared?"

"This is a creepy outfit. No one gets in. Ultra hush hush. Creepy. I'm staying clear. The last guy who thought about looking into Polymorph disappeared about two months ago and hasn't been seen since."

"No problem. Just wanted to know who to thank."

"Thank Sydni. She convinced me to call you. Be careful pal – these people play for keeps."

"Will do."

The connection went dead. David looked at his phone for a moment. He already had the Cahuenga address from the DVD's. He picked up his phone again and punched in the number for his driver.

"This is Mr. Donaldson. You close by? Good. I'll be downstairs in five minutes."

 

Rikko Gresserhof looked at herself in the mirror. She'd just stepped out of the shower. Her bathroom was walled with mirrors. She looked back at herself from every angle. She was pleased. No one would know that she was almost fifty years old. She had the body of an Amazon Goddess. Slim, petite, graceful, and delicate; classically Japanese; all of those words would apply to the old Rikko Gresserhof. Brilliant, cunning, street wise and ruthless would be appropriate to the new and improved version, along with "shredded" and "hung." Rikko Gresserhof was hung like a Erik Everhard. As she absently stroked her massive endowment she let her mind wander back to the time before her transformation; before her real life had begun.

She had come from nothing. She had been the submissive wife of a Swiss banker. It was an arranged marriage which meant that her family had more or less sold her to Hans Gresserhof. She had a college degree in economics and computer science from a prestigious American university but she had been forced into a life of servitude to a fat old man with a lot of money, a lot of power, and a really small penis because her father had become deeply indebted to Herr Gresserhof by making some rather stupid investments. So Rikko had been yanked from her American friends and a budding career to adopt the form and substance of the stereotypical Japanese wife subservient to her husband in all ways.




MasterPC Ch. 13



Then she had found the magic. They were visiting London. Hans had some meetings and she had a few hours of free time – something so rare that she cherished every moment. She'd gone to a library – The Barbican – and spent a wonderful hour exploring. And there it was. On a shelf. In a jewel case. One CDROM disc that changed everything in her life, forever. Just laying there. No library markings on it, no UPC code, no writing except in Sharpie on the disc itself "MASTER PC" in block script.

Rikko had an appreciation for amateur erotica and she, like many, had read those JRPARZ stories back in the 90's, Blackie's "The Book" series, and other erotic stories of techno magic. So she laughed to herself quietly (it was after all a library), looked around for watchers, checked to see if there were any cameras nearby, and reasonably certain she was unseen, slipped the disc into her hand bag.

She left the library, hailed a cab, and immediately returned to her room. Her laptop was up and running in moments and she quickly confirmed what she hadn't dared to believe. She had stumbled across the most powerful tool in all of cyberspace or anywhere else for that matter. This was something even Gibson couldn't have imagined.

Hans never knew what hit him. By the time he returned to the hotel he was a different man from the one that had left in the morning. As soon as he entered the room he fell to his knees and touched the carpet with his forehead.

"What does my mistress command," he intoned in a submissive voice.

And that, as they say, was that.

Within six months Hans Gresserhof was dead. He missed a turn on a mountain road at a high rate of speed while driving drunk. His CL S550 went through a guard rail, dropped a thousand feet, and, following narrative convention, exploded on impact. Hans was dead before the car ever hit bottom – his heart gave out before gravity and flames claimed him. Rikko greeted the news of his tragic fiery demise with Japanese stoicism and a single tear (for the benefit of the Swiss police officers who had given her the unhappy news). She was rich, she was free and she had plans.

The first thing she did was leave Switzerland, after a series of lengthy meetings with her late husband's lawyers and bankers. She'd had to "modify" a few of them to get the accommodations she sought but in the end she prevailed and she now had the means to put her newfound good fortune to work. She was in the U.S. within 30 days of her late, and not lamented, husband's funeral. 

With money to burn and the leisure in which to burn it she returned to the carefree days of her college years looking up old girlfriends and boyfriends for weekend romps in the Hamptons, or Aspen, or Malibu, or any one of a dozen different cities and regions. It was sort of like a sex tour of the United States. She even fucked porn stars – money can buy just about anything in the Estados Unidos. She invested a little in a couple of porn companies, remaining well out of the light – the companies themselves didn't know it was her money financing their projects. After a while she got bored with the whole porn thing, which she found to be mostly badly done and often too fake for her taste. But then she found the Futanari. 

She visited a graphic website called "innocent dick girls" and she was instantly changed forever in ways as profound any Master PC changes she had experienced. She knew what was to be her life's calling and the path she would follow from that point on. She smiled as she looked into the mirror at her perfect body with its perfect cock and perfect pussy. She was remembering "the" day. Oh she had been nervous as she sat in front of her computer in the privacy of her palatial New York apartment overlooking Central Park. She was about to do something so radical that she could barely fathom it. But she believed that it was the next step in human evolution, sexually speaking, and that spurred her to begin the process with herself.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard as the image of Rikko Gresserhof slowly rotated on the screen, its glow supplying the only illumination in the darkened room illuminating her face in a horror film sort of way.

Change after change was programmed into the machine -- very few of them immediate, but all to be completed within 24 hours while she slept. She smiled at the thought of being a caterpillar about to embark on the journey to fully fledged butterfly. When she woke up 24 hours later she'd know if what she had attempted had worked or not.

And work? Did it ever. She remembered stumbling from bed naked and shivering to the bathroom to empty her bladder. She caught her reflection in the mirror just as she was about to sit down on the commode. She screamed. Then she laughed. Then she flipped up the lid on the toilet and stood giggling like a school girl; both hands gripping the huge, and so far flaccid, penis dangling between her perfectly sculpted legs. Still smiling she relaxed the appropriate inner muscles and released a torrent of warm yellow urine. No orgasm had ever felt this good. No wonder men groaned when they peed.

Shaking the last drops of piss from her prodigious manhood (?) personhood (?) COCK, she gently stroked it, fascinated by her accomplishment. It swelled in her hands and stiffened to throbbing erectness. The pleasure was intense. Up and down the fat shaft her hands stroked and teased the giant gristle truncheon. She moaned. She gasped. She came. Peter North in his prime didn't blow wads like she did. Rodney Moore never covered a porn starlet's face with load like this. It hit the mirror above the sink and splattered everywhere. And it kept on splattering. It was like a fire hose. Lights flickered on and off behind her eyes. Her whole body was locked in a rigor mortis- like paralysis except for her cock and its associated plumbing which continued to fire volley after volley of thick yellowish-white goo onto the mirror, the sink, the counter, and finally the marble floor.

She woke up some time later, lying in a puddle of the thick substance, thirsty, lightheaded and post-orgasmically lethargic. She smiled as she cleaned the mess. Then she made a closer inspection using several mirrors. She did indeed have a working cock and her fingers informed her that there was nothing wrong with her vagina either. It was more sensitive to her penetrating fingers than she remembered and wetter too. Probing for her G-spot caused her cock to spring to full erection and begin dribbling seminal fluid. As she brought on a vaginal orgasm her cock once again spewed its frothy produce although not with the same force or volume as before.

The rest of the day, indeed the rest of the week, was spent exploring her newly remodeled plumbing. She employed the services of a number of outcall women, men, and transsexuals (often two or more at once) each of whom suddenly found themselves a great deal wealthier, possessed of a burning desire to be somewhere a long way away, and a memory gap about which they weren't the least bit curious.

Rikko knew this wasn't a long term solution to her newly discovered needs. No matter – Master PC would provide. What she had done for herself she could do for others. Have you ever wished for both a cock and a pussy? A lot of people have, both men and women. She would find these people and make their wildest dreams come true. More importantly these people would do anything for Rikko Gresserhof, their savior and creator. They would serve her to the death if necessary. Master PC would see to that, but it wasn't really necessary. For those she had changed the alterations had been more than welcome. In many cases the individuals involved felt like they'd been released from a hellish prison and they were now free to be who they had always believed they really were. So, she rationalized (when she bothered to think of these issues at all) she was doing what her late husband's Catholic Priests would have called a "corporal work of mercy." She also saved them hundreds of thousands of dollars in medical bills.

So there was no problem at all in getting her new disciples to appear in porn videos for her new company, Polymorph. And, she thought, why not make some other perfect porn people while she was at it? She didn't release any Futanari videos right away. She wanted to make a name for her company in straight and girl-girl porn first, which she did. She looked at the work that was out there and borrowed the best of what she found, in terms of structure, picture composition, sound, etc., and she added the living breathing equivalent of Barbie Dolls whose libidos caused them to cum on camera spontaneously and often and almost on cue. And their reactions were real – something that came across (no pun intended) to the viewers as a welcome contrast to the "show up and moan" variety of "acting" found in 80 per cent of porn. She took the porn world by storm, unofficially, although given the establishment bias of the porn awards community her recognition was purely financial – her videos outsold the competition and that was the only recognition she needed. Awards would come later.

And then she'd unleashed her Futanari videos on the porn world. Oh how she laughed at the speculation about these Master PC generated hermaphrodites. No one knew how they had come to exist. Rikko Gresserhof never responded to press inquiries (and there had been dozens) regardless of where they originated. She had a marketing department, of course, and their instructions were that the company never talks about individual performers or gives details of their production methods. The Futanari videos were shot in secret locations and security was rigidly enforced. She had the money and the will to pull it off. So far, so good. Sales were spectacular. Both VOD and DVD sales were off the charts; setting records every week. It was good to be Rikko Gresserhof.

Oh there had been snoops, but she had dealt with them; humanely and non-violently. Anyone who stuck their nose into Polymorph business could expect to suddenly conceive a notion to spend some quality time in Kenya, or Pakistan working with the poor – something that had apparently been a long submerged desire suddenly made possible through a foundation grant (a foundation supported by Rikko). These people just dropped everything and were never heard from again. They had no desire to return to the U.S. and no interest in adult fare of any kind. And that, as they say, was that.

So on this particular morning, Rikko Gresserhof was happy with the world, happy with her life, and completely unprepared for meeting anyone else who had the power of the Master PC. The idea that someone else could have found this techno-magical software never entered her mind. It should have, of course, anyone could see it. But Rikko was just enough of a narcissist to have a blind spot when it came to the abilities of others.

She happened to be in California on the day after David Donaldson arrived in L.A., and she was scheduled to be in the warehouse/offices used by Polymorph for a meeting with her local crew of videographers, editors, lighting technicians, and directors. It was a regularly scheduled staff meeting and she was not expecting any surprises; or visitors.

David, having instructed his driver to wait for him, walked up the sidewalk to the door of the unprepossessing building on Cahuenga where Polymorph's legal filings indicated that its records were kept. It looked like a building that might house a small manufacturing firm – part brick and part pole building. The front door opened when he pulled on it suggesting there was someone inside. A short hallway led to a reception area where an exquisite young lady with exotic Asian features sat behind a desk. She was on the phone as David strolled up to her desk. Her gesture suggested that he have a seat and he did so. The call ended.

"May I help you sir?"

"I hope so," David said, smiling what he felt was his most charming smile. It was the one that said "I'm completely harmless and whatever it is I'm going to ask you to do is neither illegal nor unwise and you should do it forth with."

He stood and stepped to the desk taking a card out of his pocket as he did so.

"Would you please tell Rikko Gresserhof that David Donaldson is here to see her," he said, handing her a piece of white paste board with "David Donaldson" and "Investments" printed in plain black letters on it. On the back he had written "Master PC." Simple plans are often the best. On the way over David had gone through a dozen different strategies for getting into see the head of the company, assuming she was even there, and finally he had concluded that a straight forward approach might offer the best chance of success.

"I will see if she is available. Please have a seat. This won't take long," the beautiful young woman said, picking up the telephone receiver as she spoke. She punched a couple of numbers and spoke quietly in Japanese for a few moments. David didn't speak Japanese but he caught his name and "Master PC." 

What she heard from the other end must have surprised her because she looked at David with some surprise and said, "Miss Gresserhof will be with you shortly."

David smiled, although at a lower wattage this time – he no longer needed to charm the receptionist. She didn't look at him again anyway. A few seconds later a door behind the reception desk opened. Another, equally beautiful, woman stepped through.

"Mr. Donaldson," she queried?

"That's me," David said, standing.

"I am Rikko's assistant. Please come with me."

She held the door open. David walked past her and into another hallway. The assistant took the lead from that point and he followed her down the hall taking a moment to admire her figure from the back. She was Asian and dressed in the traditional cheongsam often seen on Chinese women. In this case the garment came to just above her knees. It hugged her form and accentuated her figure, which appeared to be perfect – perfect for a Barbie Doll anyway. It was worth admiring and the high heels she wore gave her a very sexy wriggle as she walked down the thickly carpeted hallway.

They came to the end of the hall and another door, which the woman opened. There was another reception area with another door behind it. She went to the door and knocked, then opened the door without waiting for a response.

"Mr. Donaldson to see you Rikkosan."

"Show him in, and then see that we are not disturbed." The voice was feminine and authoritative, strong yet pleasant.

"Please go in, Mr. Donaldson."

"Thank you."

David went through the door and heard it shut behind him with an electronic suggesting that it was now locked. A person David took to be Rikko Gresserhof stood there in front of a large and expensive looking desk made of some exotic wood – the better part of a forest considering the size of it. She was powerfully built yet absolutely jaw dropping beautiful. And when she stepped forward to shake his hand in greeting she moved with the grace of a large jungle cat. David was instantly on guard.

"Mr. Donaldson," she said, "I am Rikko Gresserhof."

"David Donaldson," David said, taking the offered hand and feeling its power as they gripped. He gripped back letting her know that she wasn't the only augmented being in the room – something she had to suspect already, "Pleased to meet you."

"Let's sit down over here," Rikko said pointing to the area to the left of the desk where a couple of leather wing backed chairs faced each other over a small table. David sat down and waited. In these types of transactions he who speaks first loses.

Rikko Gresserhof sat down opposite him. She held his business card in her hand flicking it idly with a well-manicured fingernail. 

"What is your purpose here, Mr. Donaldson," She asked.

"I might ask you the same."

"I do not play games and I do not have time for those who do," she replied with a note of impatience.

"Very well. You have my card. You read what it says on the back and that's why I'm sitting here, I presume. I'm guessing that if someone dropped by and handed a card to the nice young lady at the front desk that just said so-and-so investments that he or she would very politely be told that Ms. Gresserhof was not available. I wanted to speak with you and I played a hunch."

"It's Mrs. Gresserhof, by the way, I am a widow. What do you know of the Master PC?"

"I am sorry for your loss," David said, matching the matter-of-factness of her revelation with his own dead pan reply. "How much time do you have?"

She made an impatient noise.

"What I believe is that you used Master PC software to create the perfect men, women, and futas you employ in your videos."

Her raised eyebrow was worthy of Mr. Spock. David took this for all the response he was going to get and continued.

"First of all, nothing unreal exists, and, when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. As soon as I saw one of Polymorph's futanari productions I eliminated a number of possibilities and came to the conclusion that techno-magic was the only reasonable explanation."

"And your purpose here today is...?"

"I have several purposes. Like you, I possess a copy of the Master PC program. I have used it judiciously and in ways that will not result in unwanted attention or legal scrutiny. Like you, I have made some changes to my physicality in order to help create a better life for myself. Like you, I have generated a business using the software, although not in as overt a manner as this. That said, I have several purposes here today. One is to warn you that you are calling too much attention to yourself. I have always assumed that there are others who have discovered this magic software. I am always on watch, looking for clues as to who these others might be; when I see something that might be Master PC related I investigate. So far, I have found only one other person who knows about this software, and that was an accident. Second, I have some ethical concerns about how these individuals are being created. I am opposed to mind control and slavery in any form. I want to know that the people I've seen in your videos – the impossibly beautiful men, women, and Futas – are all experiencing these changes consensually. Finally, I have an abiding interest in pornography, particularly that which involves transgendered or hermaphroditic individuals, and I must say that your Futanari series has been one of the most stimulating I have ever seen. I would like to meet one of your creations, if for no other reason than to admire your genius first hand."

Rikko said nothing for a few moments. She gave David an appraising look. Having said what he came to say, David sat quietly, his hands folded comfortably on his lap. After a few moments, Rikko reached a decision and spoke.

"You're not the first person to come nosing around my company. None of them found out anything and all walked away completely satisfied that nothing untoward was happening here. A few were very persistent. They were dealt with. And, no, I didn't have them killed. In fact they are all living very satisfying lives a long way away from here and have absolutely no curiosity about Polymorph or even about pornography. Your concern is misplaced." She paused. "Would you care for something to drink, Mr. Donaldson?"

"If you're having something, yes," David replied.

Rikko got up and went to a recessed set of shelves and poured some amber liquid from a crystal decanter into a pair of Irish crystal low ball glasses. She handed one to David and then sat down. David had admired her form as she moved. He found her appearance quite appealing in a curious way. He had never been in the presence of anyone who exuded as much raw animal sexuality. It could, if he wasn't careful, be quite intoxicating.




MasterPC Ch. 13



"Success to crime," she said, holding her glass up before taking a sip.

"Success to crime," David repeated. It was scotch. Good scotch – if-you-have-to-ask-the-price-you-can't-afford-it scotch. It tasted like disinfectant but went down the throat like the most soothing honey he'd ever experienced.

"As to your second purpose, you have my word that everyone I've 'changed' as you put it got exactly what they wanted. I conducted an exhaustive interview process before hand to find the right individuals. They think they underwent surgery at a special 'clinic' I operate in Switzerland. The truth is, they went to sleep one way and woke up another. They believe they went through a new and very secret experimental surgical procedure. The fact that the process was accomplished with several dozen key strokes on a computer is something that they wouldn't understand or find the least bit interesting."

"I would like to talk to some of them, just to satisfy myself on that point."

"As for your third purpose," she went on as if he hadn't spoken, "you have already accomplished it."

"What do you mean?"

"You have been in the presence of a Futa for the past fifteen minutes."

She smiled and stood up, finishing the last of her scotch. David did likewise.

"Come," she said, holding out her hand.

He took it and she led him to a door sized panel in the wall next to the drinks cabinet. She put her hand to the wall and the panel slid aside revealing another room. This room had even thicker carpet and recessed lighting. A large bed dominated the space. As David crossed the threshold the panel slid shut behind him leaving no evidence that there had been an opening in the wall. Rikko led him to the bed and motioned for him to sit. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress. As it fell to the floor she reached behind her again and unfastened her bra which joined the dress in a puddle at her feet. Her breasts were perfectly sized for the rest of her body and capped with perfectly shaped areolas topped by deep read and perfectly tapered nipples. David saw a significant bulge in her panties and his breathing began to quicken. Rikko put her fingers into the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down.

David's heart rate and respiration continued increase. His mouth was a little dry. His eyes were riveted to Rikko's hands as she began to peel off the panties. As they came down he realized that they were more of a jock strap than anything else. She bent over, obscuring his view for a moment, and then she was standing in front of him -- naked, beautiful, and perfect. Her body was a work of a master sculptor. She was well muscled everywhere but not with the bulging body-builder type of muscles that feature thick ropey veins all over the place. The muscle was there but her body was that of a woman; at least until you looked between her legs.

There, in front of him, was a cock that could best be described as "porn ready." It was long and thick and it sprang semi-erect as it was released from its fabric cage.

"See anything you like?"

David was speechless. This was NOT a common occurrence. Rikko laughed. Then she turned around so that her magnificent, that is to say perfectly sculpted, ass was pointing at his face. She bent over and spread her legs. Then she reached back and spread her cheeks giving David a clear view of what was between them. David tried to swallow and failed. He was in the presence of a living, breathing, real hermaphrodite. Not something ginned up out of dildos and spirit gum, but the real deal. There was a cock – no question – but where the balls should have been were perfectly formed labia surrounding a vaginal opening that was anatomically correct in every detail, with that magnificent cock taking the place of a clitoris. And the pussy was wet. David could tell that just from looking at it. His enhanced olfactory senses picked up her womanly scent. The room was thick with pheromones; his and hers.

"Why am I the only one naked here?" Rikko asked. She walked to where David was sitting and relieved him of his suit jacket, which she very carefully hung in the closet. She came back to him.

"Stand up, and for gods' sake, say something."

David tried to speak but in the end he just moaned. He stood up. Rikko unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out of his pants. He managed to kick off his shoes while she hung the shirt next his jacket. She had his slacks off and hung before he could get his socks off. She pulled those off for him and then smiled at the bulge in his underwear.

"I don't think I'm the only one who did a little self enhancement. Am I right?"

"A little," David finally managed to croak.

Rikko laughed. "No pun intended, I'll bet."

David managed to get his own underwear off at least and then they were both naked. He felt like a little boy with a hundred dollar bill in his pocket standing in the middle of the world's biggest candy store. He didn't know where to look first or what to touch or anything. His cock was an iron bar jutting out proudly from his flat belly. Rikko looked at it hungrily.

"Ever get fucked in the ass, David? I can call you David, can't I? You can call me Rikko."

"Yes. I've been fucked in the ass."

"Like it?"

"Always, when the person fucking me knew their business."

"Honey, you have come to the right place. We are going to fuck each other silly and you are going to go back to wherever it is you came from with a check mark on your bucket list next to 'fuck a futa.'"

Rikko pushed him back onto the bed and urged him farther back and up toward the head. She followed, straddling him, knee walking until her cock was inches from his face.

"Suck it, David. You want to, I know it. I can see it in your eyes."

David opened his mouth. Rikko leaned forward and put the head of her gristle missile between his lips. He moaned as he felt it enter his mouth. He licked and sucked greedily. It was, after all, a giant clitoris in one respect and it was at the very top of a perfectly formed set of labial lips that surrounded a perfectly penetrable vagina. Of course, this "clitoris" was very special; he could already taste the fluids leaking from its tip with the certain promise of more to come. It smelled like a cock. It tasted like a cock. It felt like a cock in his mouth. It was a cock. He was sucking it. He could smell the odor of Rikko's vaginal fluids as well which was like adding gasoline to his libidinous fire. David was so incredibly aroused he thought he might have a no-hands orgasm.

Rikko Gresserhof looked down to where her giant clitoris was forcing its way into David Donaldson's mouth. She smiled. Once he tasted her cum he would forget all about his reasons for visiting California. He would go back to wherever he came from and never bother her again. She would, however, give some thought to his warning. Not a lot of thought, but some. In the meantime she enjoyed the feeling of having her giant she-cock sucked with such enthusiasm. She gasped when his fingers probed the entrance to her pussy. 

She reached back and gripped David's not inconsiderable length of male flesh and stroked it. She loved how it throbbed in her hand. She would let him fuck her futa pussy but first he would have a belly full of her special cream and he would be her sex slave for as long as she felt like playing with him. David was oblivious to all of this. He was enjoying the taste and texture of Rikko's massive meat as it slid in and out of his mouth. His fingers were exploring the area just behind the base of Rikko's super sized clit; the moist (very moist) cleft that invited his digits inside.

"Ooooo...yessssss," Rikko hissed, "finger my futa pussy baby while you suck my clitty. Put two in and stroke it...that's it...that's it...oh baby...mama's gonna get off...that's it...don't stop...don't you dare fucking stop..."

Rikko had both hands on the headboard of the bed and was fucking David's face with her clit/cock while he finger fucked her futa pussy. She pinched and pulled her nipples as she wound closer and closer to her climax.

"FUCK!" She shouted. Rikko grabbed David's head and held it. 

"Yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...oh baby...yeah..." Rikko grunted as she felt herself going over the edge.

"Take it...take it baby!" She screamed as her inner plumbing began pumping huge amounts of futa jizz into David's gulping gullet. He swallowed and swallowed and swallowed some more. Rikko pulled back and blasted a thick stream into David's wide open mouth. He had never tasted anything like it. The sweetest pussy in the world didn't taste this good. It was ambrosia. He gripped the huge appendage in both hands and pumped while Rikko grunted above him and fired off another volley that missed him entirely and splattered against the headboard.

Suddenly, Rikko moved back down David's body and impaled her futa pussy on David's cock all in one go. More cum spurted from her futa cock and splashed on David's chest.

"Aiiiiieeeeee....fuckmefuckmefuckME!" She screamed as she bounced up and down on David's prick. Her foaming pussy was a clutching, grasping, velvet vice around David's hardness. He was dizzy from sensations so intense that his nervous system was struggling to process all of the input his pleasure receptors were receiving. He continued to stroke Rikko's cock while she repeatedly speared herself with his and he felt his balls tighten in their sack as he prepared to return fire with his own brand of jizz. 

"Gonna cum!" was all the warning he gave her before he sprayed her insides with a thick coat of semen. He groaned as she squeezed him; her powerful kegel muscles milking him as her own orgasmic contractions continued. Her pussy orgasm caused more cum to fly out of the end of her futa cock. The room reeked of sex.

Rikko slowed the motion of her hips. She was impressed that David's cock remained stiff as a poker even after he'd ejaculated. Her own prodigious penis was likewise still hard. A drop of cum beaded at the tip. She wiped it off with a well manicured fingertip and placed it on David's lips. He opened his mouth and licked the offering savoring the funky flavor.

What Rikko didn't understand was that David had made himself proof against all chemical persuasion whether alcohol, drugs, or in this case, enhanced futanari jism. She thought she would make him her slave with her semen and then modify his memory as she had so many others who had come looking for the futas. She was still under this impression as she leaned forward and pressed her tits against his chest.

"What are you thinking right now," she whispered in his ear.

"I'm thinking I just had the most amazing sexual experience of my entire life so far, and that's saying something," David responded enjoying the feeling of his cock buried in Rikko's futa pussy. A half second later, Rikko found herself on her back with her ankles crossed behind her neck.

"But that was just round one," David growled. "We're nowhere near done yet," he added as he began to slam his rock hard fuck rod into Rikko's belly. Her face was a picture of shock and desire as she attempted to process this sudden reversal. She'd gone from dominant to, what? Submissive? Surely not. She always ran the show.

David's speech was punctuated by the grunts of effort he made as he attempted to pound Rikko's athletic frame through the mattress and into the floor. This was brutality fucking at its best.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" He asked rhetorically. "When I saw that you were a futanari yourself I began to suspect that you might have laced your semen with a little something to help you control your subjects – it's what I might have done in your place. But, as you can see, it didn't work. It was delicious and I would like to taste it again. In fact, I intend to. But first we're going to have a little understanding about who is in charge. Here's a hint. It isn't you."

Rikko was pinned to the bed, her legs bent back at an extreme angle and her ankles secured by David's strong hands. Her cock was powerfully erect and spitting a steady series of seminal spurts that collected between her tits and ran back to her neck. Every hammering stroke of David's cock hit that magic spot inside her futa pussy; that combination prostate and g-spot that made her orgasms so sweet and strong; and her desire for pleasure held her captive more powerfully than her captor's strong hands ever could.

"FUCK ME!" Rikko screamed.

"Jerk your cock," David commanded, not slowing his pace or reducing the force of his thrusts. Rikko had both hands wrapped around her raging, spitting, fuck stick before she even had time to think about it. David bent her back even further so that her cock was pointed directly at her face.

"Open your mouth."

His command hit her brain like a slap in the face and her surprise overcame her will to resist. She opened her mouth and screamed just as a powerful orgasmic wave took her and the fire hose in her fists began pouring its frothy nectar directly into her mouth. She tasted the sweet concoction for the first time. She swallowed. She wanted more. She kept jerking her massive appendage as David kept fucking her and the flow continued. Her face was soon a jizz-covered mess as some of the spurts missed their target or hit her lips while she swallowed. She'd never eaten her own spooge before. Nor had she made herself immune to its effects. It had never occurred to her that she would meet someone like David. And now her plans and strategies had evaporated like July rain on an L.A. sidewalk.

David watched Rikko's eyes change as the effects of her Master PC enhanced semen took hold. Her face went blank for a moment and then her eyes refocused on him, but they looked different. Her whole demeanor changed. 

"What does my Master command?" she gasped as David continued to pummel her pussy.

"Obedience, slave slut," he growled.

"Tell me where your Master PC discs are located," he ordered, never slowing the pace of his fucking.

"In my safe in the Manhattan loft," she said, her affect flat and lifeless even as her body continued to respond to his harsh and brutal fucking.

"When we are through, you will go there, remove the discs and destroy them. You will delete the program from any computer that it is installed on, and you will forget that you ever used the program or even knew about it."

"Yes, Master. I will obey," she replied.

"Is there a copy installed on the computer in the next room?"

"Yes."

"Is it password protected?"

"Yes."

"What is the password?"

"s, underscore, futa, underscore, ampersand, dollar sign, per cent sign, 2, 7," she replied.

"Go to sleep, slave."

Rikko's eyes closed almost instantly. David withdrew his cock from her pussy, released his hold on her ankles, and softly padded back over to the hidden door. He found the trigger and was soon sitting behind Rikko's desk typing away on her computer's keyboard. She would remember none of this. Her company would continue, of course – at least for a while. She had a large stable of men, women, and futanari who were under contract. She would accept his offer to buy into her company and become a partner in the enterprise. Anyone who made inquiries would be referred to him and he would deal with them, probably in much the same way that Rikko had been doing. She would be his slave for as long as he wanted her; he did not release her from the effects of her futa-jism, but she would not be able to enslave anyone else in that way, nor would she remember ever having been able to. He also made it impossible for anyone else to modify her in any way using Master PC and he doubled up on memory blocks so that she would never remember having discovered or used the techno-magic software. She would also forget any erotic fiction concerning Master PC that she had read or heard about.

She would remember nothing about how she became a futanari. As far as she was concerned she and the other dick girls had been born that way – weird genetic mutations cased by who knows what kind of radioactive spider bites or something. They had all connected on the 'net and she had led them to help her create this porno video empire which made them all a lot of money.

She would remember that David had come to talk to her about investing in the company and that she had been favorably disposed toward his proposal, not to mention turned on by his manly self confidence and sexy smile. He had enslaved her with his cock and she would always submit to him in any way that he thought necessary. While he was at it, he gave her his standard Master PC health upgrades, and he did the same for those of her staff whose names he could remember. Why not?

Satisfied for the moment, and knowing that he could take further steps if it became necessary, he uninstalled the program, deleted all files using a DOD shredding algorithm he carried on his thumb drive, shut down the computer, and went back into the hidden room where Rikko still lay sleeping, a look of blissful peace on her beautiful Asian countenance. Her cock had softened and lay like a large cigar against her thigh. The sight of it brought his cock back to rock hard readiness. But he was done with her for now. He hadn't taken that cock up the ass yet, but he knew he would, eventually. Now that he had discovered the secret to the futanari he knew that he could have one to fuck pretty much whenever he wanted. But, curiously, that thought didn't thrill him the way he imagined it should have. 

David didn't stop to think about why that was. He found a bathroom just off the bedroom and was happy to see that it had a shower. He got cleaned up, put his clothes back on, and then commanded Rikko to wake up and do the same.

"Yes, Master," she said as he ordered her to shower and dress.

"You will only call me Master when we are alone, or unless I give you permission if others are present," he commanded.

"Yes, Master. To hear is to obey."

He slapped her on the ass and said, "go get cleaned up. We have business to discuss."

An hour later he left with a signed agreement in his pocket giving him control of a significant piece of Rikko's porn enterprise in exchange for a significant, but not obscene, amount of money. It was a serious chunk of David's current net worth, but he wasn't worried. He knew this company was a gold mine and the investment would pay off tenfold in no time. And, if it didn't? Well, he knew how to make more money.

On the plane ride home he realized that the vague sense of wrongness in his life was actually a bout of ennui. He'd just achieved something really tremendous, satisfied a long held fantasy, had some terrific sex, made what he thought of as a wise investment, gotten to have dinner with a famous L.A. porn director, and enjoyed a few days in the California sunshine. Why then did he feel so empty? What was missing? 

Somewhere over Nebraska or one of the other fly-over states, it hit him. Julia. He missed her. No, it was more than that. He would have wanted her to share what he had found in L.A., and the fact that she wasn't there diminished his pleasure. He wanted her to share everything. He even wanted to tell her about the Master PC (he wouldn't tell her of course, because that would have been one of the most incredibly stupid things anyone in history ever did), but he had to find a way to explain to her that he was different from other men. More importantly he wanted to tell her that he was in love with her and that she completed him in ways that he had never thought possible. He had thought that Kathleen O'Brien, one of the few other Master PC owners he had met, was his soul mate and love of his life. But she had eventually given him the "Dear John" treatment when he refused to get a divorce. He'd contacted her after his wife left him to become a Nun, but Kathleen had moved on and was now married and living somewhere in the South Pacific on a private island. And then there had been Amy, the woman he'd met at the Florida resort where he sometimes vacationed. After their one meeting he'd never heard from her again and his own efforts at communication had gone unanswered. He'd gotten over Kathleen, and gotten over Amy, and vowed that he would never allow himself to become that emotionally involved with another woman ever again.




MasterPC Ch. 13



But, Julia had become a real breath of fresh air, as far as his relationships with women were concerned. He hadn't fallen for her right away. At first he just enjoyed her sexy ways, sense of fun, and willingness to enjoy their FWB relationship without being jealous of his other lovers, female or male. But the longer they worked together the more he realized that she completed him; that he loved her. Did she love him? Since clairvoyance wasn't one of the powers he'd claimed through the Master PC ("Read minds? No thanks."), he couldn't be sure. He knew she regarded him with a great deal of affection. Was it love? What if he declared his feelings and she rejected him? What if he asked her to marry him and her kids objected? What if? What if? What if? 

He closed his eyes and began to meditate, placing himself in a light trance as the big jet carved its path through the air toward Minneapolis. By the time his flight was at the gate, he knew what he would do and having a plan put a smile back on his face, a whistle to his lips, and a spring in his step. He and Julia were going to have a romantic weekend somewhere remote and snow covered, and that's where he would get his answers one way or another.



MasterPC Ch. 14



MPC14: Julia Gets a Proposition

It was snowing hard when they crossed into the U.P. Huge white flakes drifted down from steel grey clouds pregnant with moisture. On either side of the long straight strip of blacktop huge piles of snow had been pushed off the road in seemingly endless wind rows. And beyond the snow banks rank upon rank of balsam, hemlock, white pine, Norway pine, spruce, and an occasional oak, birch, poplar, or maple stood like silent sentinels covered in fluffy white blankets.

The highway that runs north to the tip of the Keweenaw Peninsula is lonely. Few travelers take it and fewer still are places to find shelter for those who venture into this wilderness. To break down in the winter is to risk life and limb in the relentless cold and snow of this nearly pristine wilderness. But the driver of this particular vehicle, an onyx black GMC Terrain, was no stranger to lonely roads in this northern latitude. He drove with the assurance of the experienced driver who understands all too well that overconfidence is deadly when the winds and snows of December arrive to reclaim their territory.

Chet Baker's take on My Funny Valentine drifted softly from the speakers as the sleek black crossover sped through the snowy darkness. The driver hummed the familiar tune. His only passenger was asleep in the seat on the other side of the console. Her face was beautiful in repose, her blond hair sparkling where the dash lights were captured and reflected by its tousled strands.

Their destination was a remote cabin in Michigan's Upper Peninsula nestled in a cove on the shores of the greatest of the Great Lakes, Lake Superior. About two hours remained of their journey. David hoped that the caretakers had followed his instructions and that the cabin would be ready for their arrival. A long romantic weekend was just what he needed at the moment and Julia, his number one assistant, confidant, friend, and lover, was the perfect companion with which to share it. Cross country skis rested snugly in their rooftop rack, snow shoes shared space with their luggage in the large aft compartment, and warm outdoor gear would be waiting for them at the cabin – not that they would be spending much time outside.

Baker gave way to Brubeck, Kenton, Monk, Garner, Guaraldi, Marsalis, Sanborn, and Previn as the dark miles sped by. He liked to listen to jazz on a trip like this. The snow continued to fall thickly as dusk deepened into night. Gray gave way to black. The road was a black tunnel fringed in ice and illuminated by the powerful beams of headlights and fog lamps. The GPS indicated that their turnoff was just a mile or so ahead and he slowed his progress somewhat so as not to miss it. Just as the "you have arrived" signal flashed on the screen (he had muted the annoying voice), he spotted the reflectors on the sign post to the left of the highway and saw that the driveway had been recently plowed. And not just plowed, but groomed. He turned and the change in motion of the vehicle awakened his passenger.

"Where are we?" Julia said, yawning the stretching beautifully.

"Almost there darling. Just a little farther," David said, not taking his attention from the narrow track ahead.

The trees came right up to the road. It was a road in the most abstract meaning of the word. It wound through the forest more like a game trail than anything manmade. Two vehicles could not meet here. Which wasn't likely since it was private. It twisted and turned down one steep hill and up another until at last it emerged onto a sort of plateau. A porch light flickered through the snow like a distant lighthouse beacon. He pulled into the driveway and up to the door. His crew had more than met his expectations – in spite of the heavy snow the driveway was clear all the way to the shed and the porch was relatively clean, having been swept within the past half hour.

He jumped out of the vehicle, glad to be on his feet after the long drive, and went around to Julia's door. He opened it and took her hand as she stepped onto the snowy ground. One of the things he liked about his assistant was that she was perfectly content to let him be a gentleman in things like opening doors, pulling out chairs, helping her with her coat, and things of that sort. She was refreshingly old fashioned in that respect. He pulled her into his arms for a kiss, but it was a quick one; the cold air and thickly falling snow created less than optimal conditions for al fresco romance.

"Let's get you inside and I'll unload the car," David said, taking Julia by the hand and leading her up the steps and onto the porch. He produced a key, opened the door, and they stepped into the warmth of the cabin. The great room was lit by the dancing flames of a freshly laid fire in the big fieldstone fireplace that dominated the room. The tang of wood smoke mingled with the sharp smell of cinnamon and apples – the caretakers had really outdone themselves, David thought, as the unmistakable aroma of mulled apple cider drifted from the kitchen.

"Oh David," Julia said, "It's beautiful," she added, turning to him and giving him a kiss full of affection and promises for more of the same later on.

"Take a look around why don't you while I unload the car," David said.

"Are you sure you don't want me to help?"

"Let me wait on you this weekend, darling," David said, kissing Julia on the forehead. "You wait on me all the time at the office. It's my turn to wait on you."

"Well," Julia said, "since you put it that way, OK." She giggled. That giggle was connected directly to David's groin. He had only to hear it and his body responded in a uniquely male fashion.

He was tempted to throw her body onto the big bear rug in front of the fireplace and make love to her right then, but he caught himself in time and instead headed back out into the snow and cold to retrieve their belongings.

Two trips later a few soft sided bags, a couple pairs of snow shoes, and their coats were piled next to the door. Julia was in the kitchen ladling hot cider into a pair of ceramic mugs. David stepped behind her and wrapped her in his arms, nuzzling against the soft blond hair that cascaded down her back. She turned her head for a kiss and he obliged, covering her mouth with his own and feeling her tongue come out to play. He responded in kind and the kiss held for a few more moments before he released her.

"We'd better drink this cider before it cools off," David said. "Let's go sit by the fire and relax."

"You're the boss," Julia said, smiling.

David put his arm around Julia's trim waist and the happy couple made their way back to the great room where the fire was crackling merrily in the massive stone fire place. A large, leather sofa dominated the space before the hearth and they sat on it. This was a sofa with some experience. David briefly wondered how old it was. It was well cared for and comfortable – obviously used to people. Julia nestled under David's left arm, her legs curled under her and they stared into the flames while enjoying the hot fragrant brew sipped from white ceramic mugs.

"This is perfect," Julia said softly. "Just perfect. Thank you, David."

She turned her face up to David's and he kissed her, gently, tenderly, as a lover, tasting the rich apple flavor of her breath punctuated with the sharpness of cloves and cinnamon. 

"It's perfect because you're here, Julia, and I want everything to be perfect for you this weekend."

Julia looked up at him with her big blue eyes and then she kissed David again. 

"Thank you," she said, breaking the kiss. "You're the best boss a girl could ever have, but I have a question."

"Yes?"

"Why are we here? What's going on? You've been different since you came back from California," Julia said, sitting up and turning on the sofa to sit Indian style facing him.

David took a sip of the fragrant brew in his cup and bought himself a few seconds to consider his next words.

"Julia. How long have we known each other?"

"You hired me three years ago. I knew who you were before then, but we met for the first time the day I came into your office to apply for the job as your assistant."

"And how do you think that's worked?"

"Best job I've ever had. You're generous and the fringe benefits (she grinned at him evilly), well they're awesome," Julia said.

David chuckled and took another sip of his cider.

"I've never had an assistant like you. Ever. These last three years have been some of the best of my life, and a lot of that has to do with you."

"Thanks, boss," Julia said, laughing a little, but in a sort of uncomfortable way, not having a clue where the conversation was headed. Had David brought her up here to fire her?

"We've had a lot of success and a lot of that has to do with how well you run the office and how well we work together as a team. You have all the things I lack. You make sure the details get taken care of before I've even thought of what they are."

"Stop...you're making me blush," Julia said, laughing to hide her embarrassment. 

David reached out and took her hands in his and looked into her eyes.

"I wanted you to have a special weekend to relax and enjoy and be taken care of because I want you to understand how much I appreciate you for taking such good care of me and our business. You're going to be pampered and fussed over and, yes, made love to all weekend. I know you like the outdoors and we're going snow shoeing and cross country skiing, and then we'll come back and use the hot tub and drink mulled wine and eat wonderful meals, which I will prepare for us, and you're going to relax and enjoy yourself."

Julia didn't say anything. She just got up on her knees, put her arms around David's neck, and kissed him. David managed to set his mug on the coffee table in front of the sofa before wrapping his arms around Julia and kissing her back.

There wasn't much making out in the office; their sessions there had a much more animalistic and purely lust driven quality. They were fun and they were intense and everyone got off but you couldn't call them "romantic" in any sense of the word and though enjoyable (extremely) there was no emotion.

This was different. This was passion. They both felt it. Neither spoke but both knew that some sort of corner in their relationship had just been turned. The kiss continued and David ended up on his back with Julia lying on top of him, his arms wrapped around her holding her tightly. Yes this was passion but without urgency. It was the passion of two human beings who knew how to appreciate the twin gifts of time and privacy. The kisses were by turns deep and passionate, light and teasing, affectionate and playful.

"Mmmm...this is nice," Julia murmured. "I could get used to this."

"So could I," David breathed as he kissed the line of Julia's jaw, the tip of her cute little nose, and her eyes. "So could I," he repeated as his mouth claimed hers once more.

The kissing continued and the passion built as the fire burned lower and lower in the grate. 

"Let's move to the loft," David said.

Julia sat up and David scooped her into his arms and easily stood to his feet. She was amazed at his strength, having no idea how augmented David really was, physically thanks to the Master PC. She squealed as he lifted her and she threw her arms around his neck with enthusiasm. He kissed her. She kissed him back. Up the stairs they went kissing and laughing. Into the loft where a huge bed waited covered in eiderdown comforters and huge pillows filled with the finest feathers money could buy. 

David set Julia on her feet and she began to undress.

"No," David said, grabbing her hands as she was about to pull her sweater up over her head. "Let me do that."

"Yes, darling, I want you to undress me," Julia said. Her voice was a low purr filled with lust and David's body responded.

David went to his knees in front of Julia to remove her socks – her shoes were by the front door along with his own. He lifted each of her feet, one at a time, and peeled off the sock, then lovingly kissed and licked her toes, the tops of her feet, and her ankles. Then he kissed his way up her legs to her waist. Reaching up with his hands he pushed up the hem of her sweater and kissed the tender flesh of her belly as he got back on his feet. His lips followed his hands as they drew the sweater up and over Julia's head, skipping her breasts for the moment. She was breathing hard now. David was grinning; enjoying himself in ways that he hadn't for some time. And the weekend was just getting started. There was a big surprise coming on Saturday. How would she react?

When Julia's sweater lay on the floor in a pile of cashmere, David again knelt before her and slowly undid the fastenings on the waistband of her slacks and gently pulled them down her legs, again kissing each inch of flesh as it was revealed but avoiding any overt erogenous zones. Julia's hips were moving restlessly thrusting her pelvis in the direction of David's face. He ignored her signals entirely although he was aware of them – his senses were being bombarded by pheromones and other non-verbal messages – and he continued to worship her long shapely legs as he pulled her slacks off. One by one he lifted her feet and pulled each leg of her slacks off before discarding this garment as he had her sweater. She stood there in bra and panties a beautiful figure of a woman. He looked up and let his eyes (elevator eyes in this case) devour her perfect form. 

David reached around and put both hands on Julia's ass and drew her to him burying his face in the crotch of her now nearly translucent panties, inhaling her arousal, pressing his lips to the fabric and kissing his way up to the waistband. He pulled it away from her flesh with his teeth and her breath caught as she hoped he was going to remove them, but he let it snap back instead.

"Oh!" Julia cried out, more in surprise than in pain for it hadn't hurt at all.

David kissed his way up across Julia's taut belly flesh to her torso. He kissed his way around her rib cage carefully avoiding the heaving swells of her marvelous breasts rising as he did so until he was standing behind her and kissing Julia's back above her bra strap and up to the back of her neck. He moved her hair out of the way and nuzzled this extremely erogenous zone for a moment before moving on to the side of her neck. He could feel her pulse throbbing under his lips as he traced the jugular vein up to her jaw line and then nibbled lightly on her ear before going back down her neck to her shoulder. He lifted her left arm and kissed down from the shoulder and shoulder blade to the flesh beneath her arm and that tender, intimate, area under her shoulder. Julia shuddered and moaned as he continued his oral worship. She wanted him to take her and throw her on the bed. She wanted him to rip off her remaining garments and just take her forcefully, mastering her with his cock. Her loins ached. She felt empty and needed to be filled; filled with cock and forced to achieve orgasm after orgasm. David knew this. He was aware of Julia as he hadn't been aware of any woman for a long time. Every movement, every twitch, every breath, every sigh or gasp – he decoded every signal and continued to smile and to kiss, nibble, nip, and lick all of the skin so far exposed.

Julia's breasts ached for his touch; her pussy ached for his cock; her whole body yearned to be possessed by this man. And he was torturing her with his kisses and his nibbles and his nips and his licks. Julia loved it. The pain of the teasing was a pleasurable one and she loved the feel of his lips on her skin. Just the same, however, she wished he would get on with it.

David stood behind Julia and unfastened her bra. His fingers moved gently down from her shoulders carrying the straps of her bra down her arms until this lovely piece of lingerie joined her other garments in a heap on the floor. When his hands came back up they went to her breasts and cupped them weighing each, gently squeezing each, softly caressing each, his thumbs slowly stroking Julia's nipples, already hard with desire, to diamond points now bright pink with arousal. She gasped as his hands touched her breasts and moaned as he manipulated them. Her head jerked back onto his shoulder and she thrust her chest out seeking to maximize the contact. A mini-orgasm swept over her and her knees felt weak. Again she felt his strong arms enfold her, pick her up, and lay her on the bed.

He stood there for a moment, looking down at this beautiful woman, her hair spread out on the pillows like angel wings her breasts, magnificent breasts, standing proud and firm and moving up and down alluringly as she breathed. The flush of her excitement had spread across her upper torso and neck even as far as her cheeks. Her hips moved restlessly pumping the air; her thighs pressed together and squeezing her sex in futility.

"Have I told you lately how beautiful you are," David asked?

"You always tell me, darling, but a woman loves to hear it over and over again," Julia said, smiling up at him.

"You are beautiful. I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known, inside and out."

"You're just saying that because you want to get into my pants," Julia teased.

"I think I'll get into them anyway, darling, but I meant what I said."

"C'mere then and prove it."

"'Patience is a virtue, obtain it when you can. Always found in woman. Seldom found in man,' or so my mother always told me," David said. "You're not being very patient, darling."

"Are we going to fuck or not," Julia whined, her frustration starting to bubble over.

"Not."

"What!?"

"We're not going to 'fuck' as you so crudely put it, my dear. We are going to make love."

Julia said nothing. She just stared up at David and waited for whatever was next.

David leaned down and gripped the sides of Julia's panties and slowly pulled them down over her hips – she helped by raising her hips off the bed – and down her legs. He dropped them on the floor next to her other things, his eyes never leaving hers. She was naked. She was his. She was ready.

He stared down at her, not saying a word, as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. Undershirt, slacks, socks, and, finally, his briefs hit the carpet and he too was naked. His cock was as stiff as a poker and stood straight out from his hips. He had an amazing body for a man who was approaching sixty. It was the body of an athlete in his prime. Julia stared at it hungrily. She knew what that body was capable of and she wanted it.

"Spread your legs, Julia. Show me," he whispered, fisting his cock.

Julia complied, spreading her legs and pumping her ass up off the bed displaying herself to him completely. David took one of her legs and lifted it, taking the foot and pressing it against his cock. She moaned as she felt his heat; felt his urgency; felt his arousal.

The foot went to his mouth next and he kissed it lovingly, tenderly, hungrily. His tongue was a live wire with a mind of its own and everywhere he licked her she felt a trail of fire shooting up into her brain and ramping up her pleasure ever higher. He kissed, licked, and lip nibbled his way up her calf to the back of her knee, and then her thigh. She was moaning with desire and frustration. No man had ever treated her this way; had ever taken this much time to get to the point. She loved and hated it at the same time. Didn't he know she needed to be fucked?

The atmosphere was redolent with the scent of aroused female flesh. David's mouth moved closer and closer to the source. He crawled up onto the bed between Julia's legs (finally! She thought). David grabbed her legs behind the knees and lifted them up over his shoulders. He slid forward, his large hands cupping her ass as he kissed and licked his way closer and closer. Julia was squirming in his grasp attempting to close the distance to his mouth begging for the touch that would send her crashing over the edge.




MasterPC Ch. 14



But David knew what he was doing and he also knew that the orgasm Julia was about to have would be the first of many that evening. He wanted it to be perfect. He wanted everything to be perfect for her. David Donaldson was in love.

David's nostrils flared as he inhaled the heady musk of Julia's sexual arousal. His mouth watered. Still he teased and nibbled moving closer to the eventual target of his oral ministrations by millimeters – a little at a time. Julia was moaning with need and with frustration. Her body writhed on the bed, her hips pumping the air, her pussy mouth opening and closing like that of a mare sensing the approach of a stallion. She felt his breath warm and humid on her nether lips.

"OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD! YES! Oh yesssss...lick me....oh David... that feels so good...don't stop...yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesYES!"

Julia shrieked as David's mouth hit home and his lips and tongue performed their magic on her sexual center. He clamped his arms around her hips to hold the thrashing woman still and he clamped his mouth to her like a lamprey to a lake trout and held on while she convulsed and spasmed, and shook through a series of powerful orgasms. And still he licked and still he sucked and still she cried out in ecstasy. Julia had experienced cunnilingus performed by experts, mostly women, and David was one of them but that was irrelevant. Something was different. His ministrations felt more like devotion than sex. He wasn't just getting her ready for a good fucking. He had been focused on her pleasure since the evening began and there he was face down in her nether regions performing miracles with his lips and tongue. Julia didn't spend very much time thinking about this. She didn't have much spare brain capacity for rational thought at the moment. She was too busy staying in front of the orgasm wave; she was too busy enjoying the most intense pleasure she had felt in years; she was content to let the pleasure continue as long as it could. She was in heaven.

"David...David...please...David," Julia babbled, trying to get him to stop. She pushed ineffectually at his head trying to push him away. "David...please...it's too much...please...baby...please...stop...I can't take it any more. Oh fuck...it's so good...too much...David...please..."

David lifted his head and looked up at Julia between the perfect mounds of her breasts – breasts that thanks to the Master PC would always defy gravity and also be free of implants – gave her one last long loving lick, and then planted a great big raspberry on her belly. Julia shrieked in surprise and then started laughing. He did it again. And again.

"Cut it out you fool!" She shouted at him, laughing so hard that tears were running down her face. "Stop it! I mean it!"

David was laughing too. He took Julia in his arms and crushed her to him covering her mouth with his letting her taste her secretions on his lips and tongue. He silenced her with his kiss. She relaxed, her body recovering from the intensity of her orgasms her whole mind and heart lifted to the skies on the wings of pleasure and delight. She was happier now than she had been in years. Happier than she could ever remember being.

David pushed up onto his elbows and looked down at the beautiful blond woman lying beneath him. "How are you doing?" He asked.

Julia lifted her head and kissed him. "I'm doing great!" She kissed him again.

"Ready for round two?"

"Round two?"

Julia's legs were spread and David was between them. He reached down and guided his cock to the entrance to her well licked nether opening and slowly pushed it inside.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh," Julia groaned. "Oh baby...that's it...push it all the way inside. That's what mama needs."

David silenced her with another kiss penetrating her mouth with his tongue just as he was penetrating her belly with his cock. When he was fully seated he withdrew and then slowly pushed back inside. Deep inside. His cock was long and thick and he knew how to use it. He took his time building up the passion in her again. Julia wrapped her legs around his waist and went along for the ride. She was content, for now, to let him drive, as it were. She hoped she would get to pay him back for the earlier torment at some point this weekend but that thought was quickly swept away by the pleasure she was getting from David's love making.

"Making love," Julia thought. "That's what we're doing." And it hit her. Like a ton of bricks suddenly dropping on her from 8 stories up it hit her. They weren't fucking. This wasn't two friends or two colleagues having a fun roll in the hay (or on the office sofa). David was making love to her. The way he had carried her up the stairs, his comments about letting him take care of her this weekend, the way he had patiently worked her to a frothing passion – he was sending a signal. Was she ready for this? Was she ready to be loved again? Did she love this man? Once again the insistent pleasure she was experiencing from David's cock sawing away down below swept all other considerations aside for the moment but there would be a reckoning.

David felt Julia's body responding to his thrusts and he picked up the pace. He also adjusted the angle a bit to put more pressure on Julia's clitoris. His goal was to give her as much pleasure as she could stand. He knew he could literally "go all night like a lumberjack," if need be, and he had absolute control over his own orgasms and erections. His focus was on his partner and her pleasure. He was enjoying it of course. He never tired of the feeling of his cock being enveloped by a woman's vagina. It was better than anal, better than oral, better than a hand job, and better than masturbation. It was the best. He felt Julia's pussy spasm once around his cock and then a few seconds later again.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Julia chanted, her lust overtaking her. 

"Ohgodohgodohgodohgod... so good ...don't stop baby...don't you ever fucking stop..." she babbled through gritted teeth as the orgasm train arrived and the cars hit her one by one over and over and over again. David found another gear and started really hammering Julia's pussy. His cock made a liquid, squishy, sound as it sluiced through the swamp that Julia's pussy had become. She was squirting around his cock every other minute or so and she had lost count of how many times she had cum. She had lost track of pretty much everything except the intense pleasure radiating through her body from her vagina. She was pulling on her nipples so hard David was afraid she's injure herself but the pain only seemed to driver her further into an orgasmic delirium. 

"Ohmygod...ohmygod...oh..oh...oh...oh...oh...I can't...can't...ohgodIcan't...can't stop cumming... can'tstopcummingcan'tstopcummingcantstopcumming...never like this...it's never been like this ...never been...never...ohgod... CUMMMMMMMMIINNNNNNGGGGGG!"

Julia's whole body stiffened. Her back arched up off the bed and her legs wrapped tightly around David's waist. He was balls deep and he held himself still while her pussy went through spasm after spasm of delight and Julia seemed to hold her breath. And then she collapsed back on the bed and pulled David's face down for a kiss.

"Baby...baby...baby..." was all she could get out for a little while. David smiled and kissed her tenderly. His hard cock was still buried to the hilt in Julia's twitching pussy. He flexed it.

"OH SHIT!" Julia gasped as she felt his cock move deep in her guts. "FUCK! That thing is huge! Hold still a minute, dammit...let me catch my breath."

David kissed her again and slowly withdrew his pussy slime covered cock until only the head was nestled just inside the entrance to her jade gate. He loved the Chinese term for the vagina. Jade gate. It was a beautiful term for a beautiful part of a woman. 

"Let me taste it, baby...let me taste it," Julia groaned as she felt him empty her vaginal canal. 

"This weekend the lady gets whatever she wants," David chuckled, withdrawing completely and then rolling over on his back next to Juila. She had recovered from her paroxysm of pleasure somewhat and quickly maneuvered herself into position with her mouth over David's groin. She kissed his balls first and started licking them, cleaning them with her tongue until they were free of her essence. Then she started licking the shaft.

"Mmmmm....I love the taste of pussy on a cock," she said.

"You love the taste of pussy, period," David responded with a laugh.

"Ouch!" he said a moment later as she playfully bit him, but it was a very light bite and didn't really hurt – it only surprised him. Now Julia began to suck David's cock in earnest. She had learned (with some help from Master PC) how to take his entire cock into her mouth and throat without gagging and she loved doing it. She could orgasm that way without any other stimulation (another Master PC augmentation) and she enjoyed the sense of power it gave her to have a man so fully under her control. She thought she knew how to make David cum and was completely oblivious to the fact that he came when he decide to cum and not before regardless of how skillful she was at oral sex. But he admired her technique and he enjoyed it when she sucked his cock – something she did quite often at the office. 

"Julia, darling, come up here and kiss me," David said, pulling Julia's face off of his cock and guiding her mouth to his. He held her face in his hands as he kissed her long and deep with as much passion and tenderness as he could summon. Julia moaned into his mouth as the kiss continued and she maneuvered her lower body so that she could capture his still rampant cock between her legs and impale herself on it. She reached back between her legs and guided his shaft home then plunged down taking him to the balls.

"Oh god...yes...oh god...I love this cock in my pussy..." she mumbled as she broke this kiss and brought herself into a squatting position over his crotch. Her hands were on his abdomen for balance as she moved her haunches up and down taking David's full length , which was considerable, on each stroke. She was looking down between her tits to stare at her crotch watching in fascination as her body swallowed and expelled David's giant missile. 

"Oh god...I'm coming agaaaaaaaiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnn," she wailed, her head thrown back and her face frozen in a grimace that looked like pain but was really pleasure. David felt her pussy muscles clamp and release, clamp and release, as Julia's orgasmic convulsions coursed through her system once again. He pulled her down so that her breasts were pressed against his chest. David grabbed Julia's ass and held it still while his hips pumped up driving his cock deep inside of her vaginal portal. 

"Oh baby...that feels so good...oh god...I can't stop cumming...please baby...give me your cum... cumformebabycumformebaby...shoot it...fill me up...I wanna feel it shoot deep inside me..."

That sounded like a great offer to David and he gave up trying to control his orgasm. Like a runner with a strong kick for the last part of a race he accelerated his thrusts and drove his spike into Julia's pussy like a fucking machine set on high speed. Her ululations probably sent animals within a mile of the cabin scurrying for their hiding places as she screamed out her pleasure.

"Oh Julia..." David groaned feeling himself start to go over the edge, "get ready baby... I'm gonna cum ...I'm gonna ...here it comes baby...here it comes...AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" he groaned as the flood gates opened and his long delayed climax hit like a tsunami. Blast after blast of thick salty cum sprayed Julia's insides like a bucket of whitewash at a clown convention. She felt the heat of his liquid blasts and it made her cum one more time as his cock jerked and spat inside her.

Spurts became dribbles and with a last twitch or two of his cock David's orgasm ran its course. He held Julia close and kissed her.

"Oh my god, baby...oh my god..." Julia's body shook with orgasmic aftershocks. "What did you do to me," she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. Tears were on her cheeks. "Never felt like that... never ever felt like that..."

David enfolded her in his arms and held her, kissing the top of her head as she laid her cheek on his chest. He gently stroked her back – now covered with a patina of sweat – and said nothing. After a time Julia's sobs subsided, her breathing became deep and regular, and David smiled because he knew she was asleep. As quietly and with as little movement as he could managed, David got hold of a corner of the quilt they were laying on and pulled as much of it as he could over them. He also managed to get a pillow under his own head, and with Julia resting peacefully atop him, David went to sleep as well.

Julia woke up with the sun shining through the east windows of the large bedroom/loft. She looked down at David, still deeply asleep. He was so handsome even in repose. He was the best lover she'd ever had and the best boss. It was a great combination. They made a great team. So, where was all this leading, she wondered. She needed to think this through. Something was going on. David had changed somehow. He was different toward her since he came back from California. More attentive for one thing, and he'd started putting flowers on her desk. Supposedly, according to him, because they dressed up the office. But after last night she wondered. Restless now and knowing she wouldn't go back to sleep, she very carefully got out of bed and retrieved her bag. She found the bathroom, took a shower, dressed, and noting that David was still sleeping soundly, she made her way downstairs.

There were a few embers still glowing in the fireplace and she used these, plus some fatwood to get the fire going again – it was chilly in the cabin. The sun was shining, its rays reflected a million ways by the fresh blanket of snow that pretty much covered everything outside. It was almost too bright to look at. When the kindling caught, she put some bigger pieces of wood on the fire, made sure it was going and tip toed into the kitchen to find the makings for coffee. A few minutes later, she had a steaming mug of her favorite brew and she was sitting in a big rocking chair in front of the fire, thinking. She had a lot to think about.

David woke up to the smell of coffee. He opened his eyes. Sunlight streamed in through the big windows on the east side of the house. Julia was nowhere in sight. David got up and noted that the soft sided bags he'd left downstairs the night before were now on the floor in the bedroom. Julia's had been opened; his lay next to it. He rummaged in the bag for a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt and he padded down the stairs barefoot.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Julia said, cheerfully. "Sleep well? I sure did."

"Like a baby, baby," David replied, taking the steaming mug of coffee Julia held out to him. He set it on the counter and then swept her into his arms and kissed her. She came willingly, although David wondered if she noticed that his mouth tasted of stale pussy juice.

"Good morning, darling," David said, releasing her and picking up his coffee. "I'm going to take a shower and then fix us some pancakes. How does that sound?"

"Delicious."

"Good. It's my mother's recipe. I hope you like them."

She did. The pancakes were light and fluffy and Julia knew she'd need some extra time at the gym to unload all those calories. Although, come to think of it, she mused, she didn't seem to have any trouble with her figure no matter how much she ate. She briefly wondered why, then shrugged her shoulders and leaned back into the rocking chair and watched David finish cleaning up the kitchen.

"There. All done. Now, you need to decide...snow shoes or cross country skis."

"Oh, let's try the snow shoes," Julia said.

The sky was clear blue in every direction. The air was crisp but not too cold. The fluffy snow puffed up like sparkly dust each time one of the snow shoes hit it. David was in the lead – he knew where they were going. Julia was content to follow. They were well dressed for the weather and the exercise felt good. It was a beautiful day and they laughed and talked as they made their way along the trail. Every now and then the woods opened up to their right and they were treated to a view of Lake Superior shining and blue in the sun. 

"Look...there..." David said, pointing to a tree just off the trail.

"Where?"

"Over there...on that tree branch," David said, still pointing.

Julia looked where David was pointing. She saw what appeared to be a wrapped package, albeit a small one, hanging by a red ribbon from a snow covered branch.

"Go get it," David said, smiling.

Julia looked at him, puzzled. Curiosity got the better of her and she made her way through the snow over to the tree. The package was about eight inches long and beautifully wrapped in gold foil paper.

"What is this?"

"Open it. It's for you."

Julia looked at David and then at the package. She shrugged her shoulders, took off her gloves, and carefully removed the box from the wrapping paper. It was a jewelry box. Her hands were trembling as she opened the box. 

"Oh David," Julia gasped as she held up a beautiful string of pearls with a jade pendant at their center. 

David stepped to Julia and looked down at her, smiling.

"Oh David, it's beautiful. But why?"

"Why not? Can't a man give a beautiful woman some jewelry if he wants? Consider it a bonus."

Julia punched him on the arm. "You jerk! I want a straight answer," she said, but she was grinning.

David put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her on the forehead.

"Julia, you're one of the best things that's ever happened in my life. I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate you." He paused, took a deep breath, and added, "how much I love you."

Julia stared at him, completely stunned. Her mouth hung open in shock. Of all the things she'd been expecting this weekend, hearing David say "I love you," had not been on the list. So she did the one thing most women are guaranteed to do when they hear those three magic words from a man, she burst into tears and threw herself into David's arms.

"David...David...David...Oh, David...I never...this must be some sort of dream," she said, sobbing into his jacket. "I love you too, David. I just never thought...I mean...we've been friends..."

David tilted Julia's head up and covered her mouth with his, cutting off her flow of words. They stood like this in the sunshine, in the forest, surrounded by thousands of acres of wilderness and trillions of cubic feet of crystal clear fresh water, and held each other.

Julia stopped crying and began to laugh.

"Well when you said you wanted this weekend to be special, you weren't kidding," Julia said, beaming at him.

"There's something else in the box," David said, pointing.

Julia looked underneath where the necklace had been nestled in its velvet nest and there was a small thumb drive.

"What's this?"

"Well, since we don't have a computer here in the middle of the forest, I guess we'll have to make our way back to the cabin and find out, won't we?"

"C'mon, David. What is this?"

"All in good time, my love. All in good time."

The walk back to the cabin seemed to take forever. When two people are walking in snow shoes it's pretty much impossible for them to hold hands. Julia wanted to hold onto David. She wanted to have him in her arms and be kissing him. She was impatient to be back in the cabin where she could really hold him and kiss him and make love to him.

For his part, David wore what can best be described as an inscrutable smile. He knew what was on the thumb drive. He wondered how Julia would react not just to the thumb drive, but to the other surprise he had waiting for her back at the cabin.




MasterPC Ch. 14



The sun had started to drop toward the horizon when they rounded the last turn in the trail and the cabin came in sight. Soon they were stamping their feet on the mat outside the door and moments later they were inside. David helped Julia out of her jacket and boots before shedding his own outerwear. He took Julia's hand and led her to the big leather couch where their lovemaking had started the night before.

"Sit, please, while I build up the fire a bit."

"David, what's on this thumb drive?"

"All will be revealed, darling. Have patience."

"I don't like games, David," Julia said going for menacing but failing miserably.

David laughed. "Nice try babe, but I happen to have firsthand knowledge that you are not being truthful."

"Well...OK, but I still want to know what's going on."

David fussed with the fire a bit and soon had a cheerful crackling blaze going. He went over to the door and picked up his briefcase, then removed something from his jacket pocket. David walked back over to the couch and handed Julia the tablet.

"Here...fire this thing up," he said.

She was looking at the tablet, which she hadn't seen before, trying to find the power button. She found it, and pressed it. She also found the USB port and inserted the thumb drive. When she looked up, David was on one knee in front of her, holding a small black box in his outstretched hand. It was open. It contained a ring with the biggest diamond Julia had ever seen in the flesh. It caught the last rays of the sun coming in through the west windows and flashed with inner fire. David removed the ring and took Julia's now trembling left hand in his and slipped the ring on the fourth finger.

"Julia, darling, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

For the second time that day, Julia was speechless. The screen of the tablet lit up and a video began to play. It was her sons and they were looking out of the screen at her.

"Mom," said Seth, her oldest, "David came and talked with us and told us how much he loved you and that he wanted to marry you."

"Yeah," said Jonathan, Seth's younger brother – her baby boy, "he was really cool about it."

"That's right, Mom," said Seth, "and we wanted you to know that we think it's a great idea. David's a great guy and it was pretty obvious that he's really gone on you."

"So you'd better say yes," Jon said, grinning. 

The screen went blank. Julia stared at it for what seemed like an eternity. This was all happening so fast. Her mind was whirling. How had David managed to plan all of this right under her nose without revealing a thing? But that was the wrong question, wasn't it? He wants to marry you, she thought, marry you. Say something you idiot, an inner voice screamed at her.

David was looking up at her. For the first time she noticed how beautiful his eyes were. He was smiling, but there was a hint of uncertainty in the smile. The moment stretched to what seemed like an eternity. But before it could get awkward, she spoke. 

"Yes."

It was all she could get out before David had her in his arms and was kissing her like it was the last time they'd ever be together.

"Oh darling," she said when they came up for breath, "you've made me the happiest woman on earth."

"You just wait, b-b-baby...you just ain't seen nothin' yet," David said, grinning.