8 comments/ 19597 views/ 28 favorites Faunus Fantasies, LLC By: PearlescentLiquid Before I signed up with Faunus Fantasies and started getting paid to fuck hot women, I was a branch manager for a small, independent bank. I'd been with them for more than ten years, working my way up from an entry-level teller position right out of college. We got bought out by a much bigger financial institution. The new owners closed my branch, so I was out on my ass with no prospects because of the recession. I looked for a job in my field for over a year. I sent out a zillion resumes, but never got a single phone call, letter, or email in response. Things were bleak. My wife cheated on me with several different men -- and a couple of women -- then left me for a college-age slacker who lived in his parents' basement. She got the house in the divorce. I moved to a tiny apartment in a sketchy part of town. When I looked out my one small, greasy window, I had a great view of a graffiti-covered brick wall. My sex life was nonexistent and my self-esteem was in the toilet. I finally got a low-paying sales job at a big chain store. I wore a fake smile and a blue polo shirt all day. I sold overpriced washing machines to angry husbands who didn't want to be there. I was trim and fit at 35 -- six feet tall, 190 pounds, and horny as hell. I sometimes got hit on by much younger coworkers but I kept things professional. Don't shit where you eat, I always say. Most of my paycheck went to my ex-wife and my landlord. I had just enough extra to pay for food, gas, rent, and Internet. Luckily, I got to keep my computer in the divorce. After work, I'd hit the free community center gym for a couple of hours. After that, I'd slink home and surf the Web, looking for job leads and free porn. One night, an ad for Faunus Fantasies caught my eye. "GET PAID BIG $$$ TO MAKE LADIES' DREAMS COME TRUE IN YOUR AREA!" the garish black-and-red animated text shouted. "FAUNUS FANTASIES WILL MAKE YOU THE STUD YOU ALWAYS KNEW YOU COULD BE! CLICK HERE FOR MORE!" On an impulse I still can't explain, I clicked the ad, figuring it was probably a boner pill website that would try to mess up my computer. I was surprised to find a very professional-looking site. It was hard to tell what they were selling, but the testimonials from their clients -- all of them women -- were glowing with praise. "Best time I've ever had in my life. -- Teresa A." "I love you, Faunus Fantasies! -- Melanie R." It went on and on. Still not sure what the hell they actually did to get so much praise, I clicked around the site trying to figure it out. Finally, I selected their careers link. I found myself filling out a painfully detailed job application, on the theory that their questions would help me guess what they were up to. They asked for my work history, education, height, weight, health habits -- the normal stuff, plus some. I kept answering their questions, not paying close attention. I'd filled out so many online job forms, I could do it in my sleep. The questions got more personal. I continued clicking with more curiosity. They wanted to know my sexual history and tastes, including my sexual orientation on the Kinsey scale, the number of partners I'd had and their genders. One lengthy section asked what sex acts I'd participated in, whether I was the giver or receiver, and how likely it was that I would do them again. Then they wanted to know the length and girth of my erect penis. I found a tape measure, then pulled up a favorite porn clip for inspiration. After getting my measurements and squeezing one off into a tissue -- that video got me really horny -- I completed the form and clicked the submit button. It was after midnight and I was pretty sure I'd just taken two hours to apply for a job as a male prostitute. "Why the fuck not?" I thought. "I'm getting screwed by my ex, my landlord, and my employer -- why not screw somebody else and get paid for it?" Annoyed with myself, I shut off the computer and went to sleep. The next day, my phone rang right as my lunch break was ending. I didn't recognize the number, so I let it roll over to voicemail. I wasn't able to check messages until after work, walking back to my car. "Hi, Mike. This is Claire Stevens with Faunus Fantasies. We got your application and we're very interested in meeting you. Please call me if you're still interested." She left her phone number before hanging up. I called even though it was after ten. Because it was so late, I expected to get her voicemail but a gruff male voice answered after half a ring. "Faunus Fantasies. Eddie here." "Hello, Eddie. This is Mike. Mike Moller. Claire Stevens left a message earlier today, asking me to call." "Yeah, she did. Thanks for calling, Mike. Lemme cut to the chase, here. On paper, you got what it takes to be positively ace at this job, but we gotta see you in person to be sure. Our office is downtown, in the old sewing machine factory. The Whitson Building. You know the place?" "Yes, sir, I do." "We're in suite 206. When can you swing by?" "I'm off tomorrow. Would that be too soon? I know it's short notice." "Lemme check my calendar." I heard him drop the phone and curse. This was followed by the sound of papers rustling. He picked up the phone again. "How about nine thirty in the morning?" "Sounds good." "Great. See you then." "Thank you. Goodbye." "Catch you later." I put on my best pinstripe suit, yellow polka-dot tie and black tassel loafers for the interview -- the same outfit I used to wear every day at the bank. I checked myself in the mirror. I'd taken some hits, but I hadn't let myself go. I looked neat, trim, and perfectly hireable. Hell, I would have hired me, back when I was making hiring decisions. I parked my cheap beater car in front of the Whitson Building at 9:00. I was grateful for free parking. I rode the elevator to the second floor, where I found myself facing a plain, wooden door labeled "Faunus Fantasies, LLC". I let myself in. "Hi, you must be Mike," the receptionist said. "I'm Claire. How are you today?" I took in a sharp breath. Claire was a stunner with green eyes and a dazzling smile. Her short, dark hair emphasized her feminine facial features, and what I could see of her body above the desk was amazing. Nice, round tits, not too large -- probably not much more than a handful each -- and a trim waist. She stood to greet me and I was treated to a view of one of the most amazing pair of legs I've ever seen. In heels, Claire was about 5' 11" and maybe 140 pounds. She wore a tight green top and a dark gray pencil skirt that stopped several inches above her knees. As she stepped out from behind her desk, I saw that she was wearing three inch open-toe heels. Her calves were delightful. We shook hands. "Hi Claire. Yes, I'm Mike. I spoke to Eddie last night. I have a nine-thirty appointment with him." "So you do. It's great that you're early. This is one of those places where if you're on time, you're late." I could not help but return her smile. "I'll take you to Mr. Tor's office now," she said. I followed her down a short hall, all the while watching her round, firm ass swaying hypnotically. I felt my erection growing. I was glad I had my suit coat to hide it. Eddie's door was open when we reached it. After Claire waved me in, she closed the door behind her. Eddie was a balding, heavyset guy in a yellow polo shirt with the collar flipped up. He wore cargo shorts, sandals, and dark socks. His skin had the color and texture of cottage cheese. He leaned all the way back in his big, brown, leather chair. He was arguing on the phone. "Listen, Skip. You want to work again? Follow the goddamn script! Nowhere in the script was that skirt supposed to get fingers in her ass. You got that? Not everybody wants that. That's why we got a checklist." He listened for a few seconds to Skip's explanation, then interrupted. "I don't fuckin' care what she said she wanted when you were doing the scene. The script's the script, right? Fuckin' remember that next time. Assuming you get a next time." Eddie slammed the receiver down with some force, then turned to me with a wide grin. "So you're Mike." "Yes, sir." "Rule number one: drop that 'sir' crap. This ain't no fuckin' bank." "Sure, Eddie." "Sit down. You're makin' me nervous over there, suited up like a goddamn penguin." He sat forward in his chair and looked me up and down, then he reclined again. I sat in an aluminum and leather chair opposite Eddie. He picked up a document and studied it for a minute before fixing me with his dark brown eyes. I noticed there was no computer on his desk, or anywhere in his office, for that matter. "This form you filled out on our website. You down for everything you say here?" "What? Oh, sure. Yes, I filled it out honestly -- if that's what you mean." "Cool. Your partner count's kinda low but you're kinky enough, I guess, even so." He paused "You ever fuck a drunk chick?" "My ex-wife and I had sex a few times when she was a little tipsy," I responded. "Nah, I mean you ever fuck a chick when she was passed-out drunk?" "No, never." "Good answer." He flipped a few pages. "That threesome in college. Did your balls touch the other guy's balls?" I blushed. "Honestly? I was paying attention to the girl and I didn't notice. Why?" Eddie grinned. "No reason. Just asking. I gotta tell you, Mike. You looked great on paper but you look even better in person. I think you'll fit right in here. Head down the hall and talk to Claire. She'll set you up and get you started, okay?" I thought to myself that Claire had already gotten me started. Out loud I said, "That's it? This was my interview?" "Yeah, that's it. People lie in their pictures and they lie when they fill out the online form. I need to see them for real and talk to them to get a feel for who they are and whether they'll be a good fit, here. You pass. Anything else?" He watched me with beady eyes, his mouth a tight line. "No, I'm good. Thanks for talking to me." Eddie beamed. He stood and reached to shake my hand. "Terrific! I think you'll be a great addition to the team. Don't let me down, okay?" "I'll try not to." "Great! Go talk to Claire and she'll get you set up." He flopped down in his chair, picked up the phone, and began dialing. I closed the door and walked back to the reception area. My new life was beginning. "Okay Mike, I need for you to strip," Claire said a few minutes later in a side room at Faunus Fantasies. The walls were lined with cabinets full of vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, riding crops, handcuffs, and other sex toys. There was a cabinet full of terry cloth robes. An Oriental rug partially covered the linoleum floor. A few expensive wooden chairs were scattered about. When I hesitated, studying the shelves, she added, "Take off your clothes, please." "What?" I wasn't sure I'd heard her correctly. She sighed. "I need to see your body. All of it. We need to establish a baseline so we can return you to normal after a gig, and so we know what we've got to work with, okay?" I took off my suit, shirt, pants, socks, underwear, and undershirt. As I removed each garment, I hung it on hangers nearby or draped it over a chair. At last, I stood naked before her. "Thanks. Now turn around and face me again so the cameras can catch you." "You're recording this?" I blushed as I turned a full circle to face her once more. She grinned up at me. "Oh, you're so cute." She bit her lower lip, then looked me in the eye. "Of course we're recording. When you finish a job, we have to return you to your starting point." She regarded my dick. I had a hard-on just from being in her presence. "You were honest about your size. I'll give you that." She smiled. "It's flattering. Don't be embarrassed. I don't mind. It's just part of the job, for both of us." "What do you mean about a starting point?" "When you sign up with Faunus Fantasies, you sort of become an actor. A character in a play. Part of being an actor is undergoing a certain level of -- modification. You know, actors on TV use makeup, wigs, that sort of thing. Our employees get even more modification than that." "What kind of modification do you do here, exactly?" "Oh, you name it. Skin color, height, weight, hair color, dick size, anything." "Dick size? I sure don't want to go through surgery." This conversation was making me nervous. She sighed. "Eddie didn't explain how this works, did he? I apologize. He often forgets details. There's no surgery involved, and no permanent alterations. I have some materials for you to read that will explain. Put your clothes back on, okay? Then we can discuss this more calmly." Claire left the room and allowed me to dress in peace. When I returned to the lobby, she handed me a clipboard with several documents attached. "Read these, then sign them if you agree to our terms. If any of it offends you or makes you uncomfortable, return the documents unsigned and walk out the door. No one will stop you, and more importantly, no one will blame you." She gave me a serious look. "It's a big decision." I took the clipboard and sat down to study the documents. I was astounded at what I read. When I finished, I sat for a few minutes staring into space. I could hardly believe what I'd read. At last, I signed every line, every nondisclosure agreement, every permission. While I was a Faunus Fantasies employee, I was their possession, and I would get paid handsomely for it. I handed Claire the clipboard. She checked my signature on each page, then stood and shook my hand. "Welcome aboard, Mr. Moller. Glad to have you." Later, we were in the same side room as before and I was naked again. Claire held a pill in one hand and a glass of water in the other. "Take this. We can begin once it's entered your system. Should only take a few minutes." I swallowed the pill and washed it down. "Can I sit while it does whatever it does?" "Oh, of course. Go ahead." I sat gingerly on a wooden chair nearby. "What happens now?" "Once the agent is in your system, we'll alter your body to match your client's fantasy." "What does she want that I don't have?" "There's nothing wrong with you, if that's what you mean. You're in good shape, right out of the box, and very close to what our client specified, so we won't change much. You're the height and weight she specified, right hair color, and so forth." "So what're you going to change?" "We're going to give you six-pack abs and a nine inch dick. Increase your penis' girth a tad. We're also going to reduce your refractory period to zero. Oh, and bigger balls, to match your dick. Trust me, even though the client didn't specify this, it looks weird for a guy to have a huge dick and normal-size balls. Not pretty." "What! How do you do it?" "Short answer: nanotech. That pill contained millions of tiny machines. They can alter anything about your body, painlessly and effortlessly. That's why we needed to establish a baseline -- so we can return you to your original form once you're done with a job." "That hardly seems possible. I've never heard of this before today." She looked at her phone, checking the time. Then she met my eyes with an impish smile. "Should be online now. Watch and learn, stunt cock." She picked up a tablet computer and began poking at it with a stylus. I felt a strange sensation in my dick and balls. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was unusual. It tingled a little. Looking at my flaccid member, I couldn't see anything different. Maybe my balls were a little larger? "You're a grower, not a shower. Until you're hard, you won't be able to tell we've made any changes. Wait a bit, while I get the other alterations done." She looked back to her tablet. The tingling moved to my abdomen, where I could see my muscles and skin tightening and becoming firmer. In under a minute, I did, indeed, have six-pack abs. "Well, I'll be damned," I said. "Told you," she replied with a cute smirk. "Now, let's see that dick of yours in action, shall we?" She poked at her tablet one more time, then watched my groin expectantly. I felt myself growing stiff. My cock lifted and expanded of its own volition, without my so much as touching it. I wasn't even thinking about anything sexy! In a few seconds, I was almost painfully stiff and three inches longer than I'd ever been. Thicker, too. "Holy crap," I said in wonder. "You weren't kidding, were you?" I put my hand around it, hardly believing the change. It felt huge. It definitely had more girth. I was incredibly turned on. A large drop of pre-cum glistened at the slit of my cock head. "Let's take that for a test drive, shall we?" Claire said, and winked as she set down her tablet. In my aroused state, I wasn't sure if she was teasing or serious. "What do you mean?" I managed to say. My mouth was dry and my mind had become thick and slow. I felt sex-stupid like a horny teenager for the first time in a very long time. "Wow, looks like you haven't gotten laid in forever! Scootch forward in the chair so you're sitting at the front edge and spread your knees. I need your testicles free for this test." As I slid forward, Claire removed her shoes, then stood and grabbed a large, plush towel from a nearby shelf. She folded it and carefully placed it on the floor in front of me. "This floor gets pretty cold," she explained as she knelt on the towel, facing me. My swollen, purple cock head bobbed just a few inches from her face. Her eyes crossed slightly while she studied it. The marble-sized drop of pre-cum started to fall, but she leaned forward and caught it on her tongue. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan, then licked her lips. "Excellent flavor," she said as she opened her eyes again. She reached up to grasp my shaft with her right hand while she cupped my balls with her left. "I need for you to keep your eyes open for this part of the test, okay? Keep eye contact with me. I need to be able to see when you're about to cum, and I need to see what your face does when you orgasm." "Eye contact. Gotcha." "All right, here we go." Looking into my eyes, Claire licked my cock head. She swirled her tongue around the corona and teased my frenulum. I felt more and more clear fluid gliding up from my balls, through my shaft, and out the slit at the end of my penis. Claire put her lips around me and sucked in earnest, eyes locked on mine. She slowly pumped my shaft and massaged my balls with her soft hands as she continued to take more and more of the length of my cock into her mouth while holding my gaze. She pumped and sucked my cock for several minutes. It felt wonderful. I moaned, losing myself in the sight, sound, and feeling of this beautiful woman worshiping my cock. I could see a wicked smile forming on her lips, even while her mouth was full of me. I reached out and stroked her hair with my fingertips. "God, Claire, that feels so damn good," I murmured between gasps. I wasn't going to last long watching her lovely face bobbing on my cock. She pulled back, releasing my member. A strand of clear liquid stretched from her bottom lip to my cock head. It took every ounce of my willpower not to scream "Don't Stop!", grab her head, and force her back onto my cock. "Hey, I just remembered," she said, "On your application, you said you'd never been deep-throated. Is that really true?" "Wh-what?" I stammered. "Yeah, that's right." Her smile turned into an evil grin. "All right, then, cowboy. Hang onto your hat!" She dove back onto my cock with a vengeance, sucking harder and faster, coating even more of my turgid penis with mixed saliva and pre-cum. She took her hand from my balls, lifted her skirt, and started rubbing herself, still pumping me with her right hand. She began moaning from her own impending orgasm. The vibration of her mouth intensified the delicious sensation. After several more strokes, I was panting hard and reaching the point of no return. My cock got thicker and harder as I reached the edge. Just before I came, Claire leaned forward into my crotch, her mouth swooping down the entire length of my cock. I felt the head pop into her throat and I gasped at the sensation. Her nose was in my pubic hair and her chin gently bumped against my scrotum. She licked my balls as she engulfed me. Faunus Fantasies, LLC "OH FUCK DAMMIT!" I shouted as she held me. I came harder than ever before. My cock exploded, pumping load after load of cum down her throat. I couldn't help bucking my ass off the chair as I came. I was still gushing and twitching as she pulled back and opened her mouth to take several ropy strands on her tongue. She rubbed herself faster and faster until she came too, moaning and panting. She sucked me dry, her lips around my cock head, her small hand pumping my huge member, her eyes locked on mine. Still stroking me slowly, she rolled my semen around in her mouth, tasting it, then swallowed. "Camembert, with a hint of earth and spices," she said with a smirk. "Not bad." She kissed the tip of my dick. "Thank you," I said as I slumped in the chair and tried to catch my breath. "Let's see what the second load's like," Claire said as she began to stroke my cock faster. I was surprised to see I was still rock hard. "You're kidding." "Not at all. You've basically got no refractory period now, and we need to make sure your output is consistent in volume, texture, and flavor across multiple ejaculations." She released my bouncing dick and stood up with a graceful motion. "You know, it's not fair for just one of us to be naked," she said, unzipping her skirt. I slumped in the chair. I didn't know how much of this I could take. After resigning from my retail job, Claire and several other Faunus employees put me through an intense training course that left me exhausted and drained of every drop of semen my new, improved body could generate. I thought I knew everything about sex -- after all, I'd been sexually active for almost twenty years. I was wrong. Because my first assignment was a simple ravishing -- Faunus' most popular service -- my courses focused on domination techniques including a particular collection of sex positions, hair pulling, use of muscle force to encourage submission, spanking, vocal intimidation, and a whole range of bondage gear that I'd never even heard of. They would teach me more advanced techniques and how to perform other Faunus services if I did well enough during my first gig. My first assignment's name was Mary Susan Smith. My years with a small bank served me well as I studied Mary's file. In my previous life, getting to know our customers, their lives and loves, their families, children, spouses, pets, and grandkids helped me succeed. Mary's file included material from the online form she completed, video from an interview at Faunus' offices, a background check, and a report from our private investigator, whom we'd hired to snoop into her personal life. I learned that she loved Charles, her boyfriend, but she was bored and frustrated by their sex life. Charles could not be coaxed into trying anything more adventurous than doggie style with the lights on. There were photos and other personal information in her file. Mary was in her late twenties. She had an MBA and a successful career in the financial sector. She was a redhead with wavy shoulder-length hair and bright green eyes. She was 5' 3", 130 pounds. Mary had a classic hourglass figure: slim waist, curvy hips, and large breasts. She was incredibly hot. Previous boyfriends had been far more exciting in bed but were not good marriage material, and she fully intended to marry Charles. She heard about Faunus Fantasies from friends who were clients. She pretended to be embarrassed and somewhat disgusted by their stories but she was a little envious and very aroused. Following another night of unsatisfying sex with Charles, she visited Faunus' website and completed the client questionnaire. Faunus responded with a quote and a request for a pre-session interview, the better to satisfy her desires. The cost was expensive -- no doubt about that -- but it was a better investment than the couples' massage at the day spa she'd visited with Charles. He found the experience repulsive and disturbing, and refused to ever go again. On a late Friday afternoon, Claire took me to my first gig. Her rakish CTS coupe was black, sexy, and angular. It looked like an origami car. Claire drove like a very polite maniac, following every rule of the road except the speed limit. Her short, black skirt rode up her creamy thighs as she furiously stomped the pedals and cranked the steering wheel with a look of intense concentration. She believed the posted speed limit was the slowest you should drive. Optimum speed was double the numbers on those pesky road signs. I cinched my seat belt tight and hung on to the passenger door handle while stealing occasional glances at her cleavage and her pretty legs as we sailed through midafternoon traffic. In a nondescript, older subdivision on the outskirts of town, she slowed and turned into the driveway of a new house -- a hideous McMansion, really -- which Faunus Fantasies had built to its specifications. Every room had multiple hidden cameras. These measured employee performance and insured client safety. Recordings from those cameras provided clients with mementos of their sessions, if they so desired. The basement was a dungeon, with a full array of implements for fans of more strenuous scenes, while the first and second stories were indistinguishable from a normal, everyday, five-bedroom house. It sat on two acres of land, lined with a thick growth of trees preventing prying observation from neighbors. We parked behind the house. Claire popped the trunk and I unloaded my suitcase. She stepped out of the car and gave me a tight hug. "You'll do great," she said. "Don't be nervous. You're a natural." "Thanks, Claire. I hope so. See you soon, and thanks for the ride." "I'll be watching. Make us proud." She grinned. "Drive that bitch crazy; it's what she's paying us for." She slammed the car door and rolled the window down to remind me of one more thing before she left. "What's the client's safe word again?" "Ratatouille!" She laughed. "That's right! Have fun! Bye!" She backed her car onto the street, then screeched away. I was alone. I entered the house and went directly to the master suite, where I tucked my gear away in various drawers and cabinets. The whole time, I had the client's checklist running through my head. Since this was my first job, Faunus would let a lot of rookie mistakes slide, but they were rigorous about two things. First, if the client says their safe word or -- if they're gagged, for example -- they signal they've had enough, you stop everything and end the scene. They even get a prorated refund for their unused time if they decide not to proceed. Second, you never subject the client to an activity they've said they definitely don't want. You respect their hard limits. For some people, anal is a hard limit and for others, you don't get anywhere near them with a piece of rope, to give two examples. Any Faunus Fantasies employee who ignores the safe word or a client's hard limits will be out on the street in a heartbeat, permanently banned from ever working there again. Some of Mary's hard limits were feces, urine, needles, blood, and breath control. I was just as happy that these were off the table because scat play, golden showers, and blood play made me uncomfortable just to think about and I didn't have experience with the others, so I wouldn't be able to do them correctly. I had several hours to go before Mary was scheduled to arrive. I helped myself to a microwave meal from the well-stocked kitchen, then took a nap in a secret room for Faunus personnel. I awoke refreshed. I changed into the clothes Mary requested: black jeans, boots, and turtleneck. I saved the ski mask for her arrival. I heard Mary's BMW crunching up the gravel drive at exactly nine -- precisely the time she had requested. From inside the dark house, I watched her park around back, open the trunk, and lift her suitcase. She slammed the trunk closed. I pulled the ski mask over my head. She locked the car with her remote, then strode purposefully toward the back entrance, illuminated by a single light. She wore a turquoise satin dress with a long row of pearl buttons up the front. The hem was just above her knees and showed off her trim legs sheathed in off-white, sheer hose. She wore spike heels the same color as the dress. I wondered if she wore pantyhose or a garter belt and stockings. I guessed pantyhose, because she was a no-nonsense type. On the other hand, she was also the type to book an appointment to be manhandled and fucked by a professional, so maybe not. She let herself in the house and set down her suitcase, closing and locking the door behind her. She fumbled for the light switch but couldn't find it. This was my cue. I stepped from the darkness and clamped a hand over her mouth while putting my other arm around her waist, pinning her arms to her body. I pulled her backward, throwing her off balance. She drew in a sharp breath. "Do as I say and you won't get hurt. Fail to cooperate and you could end up in some serious hurt. Understand?" She nodded and let out a whimper. "If I take my hand off your mouth, do you promise not to scream?" Again, she nodded. I took my hand away from her mouth and turned her to face me. "We're going to have some fun tonight, Mary. Well, I am, anyway." "I've got money and jewelry! And my Bimmer's parked out back! Take anything you want, just don't hurt me." "Oh, I won't hurt you. Not much, anyway. And I'm not interested in anything you've got except your hot little body." She squealed as I lifted her easily over my shoulder and carried her down the hallway. She kicked and struggled, losing one shoe. I toted her up the stairs and into the master bedroom. I flipped on the light and set her on her feet on the hardwood floor. "What do you want? What are you going to do to me?" she said, her voice quavering. "First, let's see the goods. Take off that dress, and fast." "No!" Mary stomped her foot and glared. Her fear had evaporated. "No? What do you mean, no?" I was thrown off by her change from scared girl to angry customer. This was too much like my old job in retail. "I mean I paid good money to have you rip this dress off of me and I'll be damned if I'm gonna take it off myself. I paid a lot of money to see these buttons fly when you tear this thing, so get to it!" I'd lost my momentum. "Sorry, I forgot." I imagined Claire and Eddie back at headquarters watching my video feed, shaking their heads and covering their eyes in embarrassment. "You're not in character! Do it right!" "She has a point," I thought, and gathered my wits again. I stepped toward her with a heavy tread. "Bitch, this dress is coming off NOW!" I growled. I seized the collar of Mary's dress and pulled hard with both hands. The long row of pearl buttons broke loose and sprayed the room, hitting the floor, the furniture, the walls -- even the ceiling -- with a harsh rattling sound. I yanked the dress to the floor, revealing her frilly cream-colored bra, panties, and garter belt. Nice. Her body was as hot as I thought it would be and her pale, smooth skin looked sexy with the lingerie she'd chosen. Mary sighed with pleasure. "Now that's what I'm talking about." "Let's see those tits," I said, pulling her bra straps off her shoulders. As I reached for the clasp between her breasts, she took a step back and rearranged the straps back on her shoulders. "Hey!" she said. "That's not in the script!" I growled in the back of my throat, grabbed her, and turned her so she was facing away from me. I pressed myself against her, holding her immobile, my erection against her soft ass. I squeezed her left breast and she yelped in surprise. "Let me tell you about the script, little girl. You don't get a script because you didn't pay for one. You only paid for a basic ravishing, no extras, no script. I get to choose what I do to you and when." She was breathing fast. "But I checked off a list of stuff you're supposed to do," she whined. "And what you're not supposed to do!" I unhooked her bra with a quick tug and yanked it off, freeing her big, round tits. She squeaked and covered her quivering breasts with her hands. I was amused by her sudden modesty and aroused by a glimpse of her aureoles over her shoulder. I put my mouth next to her ear and whispered, "You cheaped out, you cheating whore. If you'd read the directions, you'd have seen that a script costs extra, and you'd have noticed that the checklist you filled out only tells me your "yes", "no", and "maybe" sex acts, nothing more. How did you get your fucking MBA degree without knowing how to read, bitch?" It took her a moment to catch up and think of a reply. I took that moment to pull a short length of rope out of my pocket. I seized her wrists and tied them behind her with a fast, practiced motion. She shrieked and tried to wriggle out of my grasp. "Stop! I want out of this now! This isn't fun anymore!" she yelled. I held her with my right forearm across her upper chest while I fished in my left pocket for the next trick. I noticed she hadn't used her safe word. "You signed the contract and you paid for this. End of story. Hi, I'm Michael and I'll be your server tonight -- and I've heard enough bitching for now, you little skank. You call the shots when you're at work and when you're at home with your little Chuckie-poo, but this is my show. You're not the hero of this movie anymore, Mary Sue Slut." She took a breath and opened her mouth to protest, which allowed me to pop the ball gag in her mouth and tighten the strap around her head. I let her go and she turned to face me, her eyes angry and her breath coming fast. Her awkward movement made her breasts sway. I watched them in appreciation. She stood there a moment, trying to free her wrists and attempting to push the gag out of her mouth with her tongue and teeth. She did not succeed. I looked her in the eye and said with a snarl, "Let's find out how much fun you're not having, Ms. Smith." I put my hand against the back of her head to protect it and slammed her body against the wall with some force, knocking the breath out of her. Her eyes were wide and she whimpered around the red ball in her mouth. My face was a couple of inches from hers and I could see her eyes were completely dilated. She looked feral, trapped. I pinned her with a hand on her upper chest and pulled her panties down to her knees while she wriggled. I left her garter belt and hose in place because I liked seeing them on her. "Oh, you shaved for me. Very considerate." I put a hand on her bare pussy. She shivered at the touch. I gently slipped my middle finger just between her outer labia lips. Mary grunted as I felt her wetness. She was slippery and dripping, as wet as any woman I'd experienced. I raised my hand and showed her my soaked finger, then wiped her juices across her lips and under her nose, making her smell her own excitement. "Well, look at that. We know you're a cheater and a cheapskate who can't read. Now we know you're a liar and a slut as well. You do like this. You are having fun." I picked her up and dumped her face-up across the king size four-poster bed. Her ass and kicking legs dangled off the edge. There was a huge mirror on the ceiling so clients could see themselves fucking and being fucked. I noticed the mirror and remembered something Eddie had said during my orientation about how Faunus clients tended to be narcissistic. It was time to take some of the fight out of Mary. A few orgasms should do the trick. I seized her ankles and positioned myself between her legs. As I moved in toward her pussy, she whined and kicked my back with her heels. I stroked her pussy with my index and middle fingers. I wrapped my other hand around her firm thigh and felt the smooth material of her hosiery. Her kicks began to slow and lessen in intensity as she concentrated on my hand touching her sex. I wetted two fingers in her juices and slid them inside her. "Mmf," she said at the intrusion. I hooked my fingers upward and stroked her spongy G-spot. She began to moan a little. I dipped my thumb in her to moisten it. I used my thumb to stroke the area around her clitoris, starting with gentle touches around her outer lips, then moving inward at a slow pace. Mary's moaning got louder. While I finger-fucked her and stroked her with two fingers inside her, I continued re-wetting my thumb and using it to massage closer and closer to her love bud. She stopped kicking. Her hips bucked up to meet my hand, wordlessly begging for more stimulation. When my thumb finally touched her clit, she let loose a muffled grunt and humped against my hand. I kept a steady rhythm with my thumb and fingers, slipping three fingers inside. She wriggled on the bed as her excitement grew. She was incredibly sexy to watch as she enjoyed my attention. My erection throbbed in my jeans. Mary moaned louder and louder until she was screaming around her gag and breathing hard through her nose. Mary's first orgasm hit her. She bucked and moaned and thrashed. I watched her ass cheeks clench and her thighs quiver as she came. I felt her cunt throb, grabbing at my fingers as I stimulated her. Her body went completely rigid as she let out a long, muffled scream, then she collapsed onto the bed, completely spent. I stopped stimulating her clit, then counted out thirty seconds in my head. I started rubbing her again, inside and out, and she moaned in protest at being over-stimulated. I smiled. Over-stimulation was the entire point of this. I returned to the steady rhythm that had driven her to orgasm. "Nn-nn" She moaned in protest and shook her head, her eyes pleading with me to stop. I continued stroking her with an unyielding pace. In couple of minutes, she came again, harder than the first time. It was gratifying to watch her buck and heave and scream and try to avoid my touch as she climaxed. I removed my hand from her cunt when her orgasm ended. I wiped her juices off my fingers onto her thighs, then rearranged her limp body so she was on her back with her head dangling off the edge, arms bound underneath her. I removed the ball gag from her mouth, unzipped my fly, and pulled out my dick in front of her upside-down face. My client had recovered enough from her orgasms to focus her eyes on my erect nine-inch cock. She licked her lips. "I guess that will have to do," she said, sounding a little disappointed. "It'll do?" I said. "Your contract specified at least seven inches in length, five in girth. Nine inches is a bonus, dammit." She sighed. "I was hoping for something extra since I'm a new client." "Let's see how you handle nine inches and maybe next time you can have more." "There may not be a next time, you motherf--MMMF," she said as I filled her mouth with cock. Her eyes went wide and she let out a series of loud grunts. I fucked her face with shallow strokes, getting her used to my size, then went deeper and deeper. I knew from her application that deep throat was a "maybe" -- something she'd never done before. Not a hard limit but not something she was enthused about. After Claire's performance, I was a big fan of deep throat. I planned to hit as many of Mary's "maybe" answers as I could, just to torment her. I reached between her legs and played with her clit as I fucked her mouth, driving her toward another orgasm and giving her more and more of my cock. As she began to cum, I grabbed the hair at the back of her head and forced myself completely inside her for a moment, then pulled almost all the way out, just my cock head between her lips. I continued to stimulate her clitoris. Her orgasm hit with full force, her body flailing. I erupted with a loud groan, filling her mouth with my seed. She let out a long series of muffled moans and grunts around my cock as her climax rolled through her. Faunus Fantasies, LLC I lifted her to a sitting position and clamped my hand over her mouth. Her eyes were closed and she twitched all over. A drop of my cum rolled down the edge of her chin. I gripped her shoulder and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling it tight in my fist. I forced her head to tilt back a little. "Swallow it now. All of it!" I hissed at her. She blinked and focused on my eyes, then complied, making a face as my cum went down her throat. Her eyes went wide when I leaned forward, grabbed her head, and kissed her hard, pushing my tongue between her lips and teeth. Because of her earlier tantrum, I was surprised when she kissed me back, her tongue in my mouth. The taste of my spunk on her lips and tongue was incredibly hot. "That's a good start, little girl," I said as I pushed her on her back and lifted her legs onto the bed. "Now, don't move if you know what's good for you." Mary lay still, eyes closed, sweat beading on her body, panting hard from her intense orgasms. I retrieved a black blindfold and four lengths of soft, black rope from the dresser. I hurried to tie the ropes to the bedposts. Because she was still out of it, still overloaded from cumming so much, my client didn't resist at all when I cinched the blindfold over her eyes. I then tied her ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed. I pulled her into a sitting position and untied her wrists from behind her back. When I pushed her flat on the bed and seized a wrist to tie, she began to struggle, wriggling and cursing. "Let me go! I hate you, you fucking bastard!" she said as I climbed on top of her to pin her to the bed. She continued to flail but I easily overpowered her and tied her wrists to the bedposts. Mary was panting hard, now, from the exertion of our struggle. Once I had her blindfolded and secured to the bed, I pulled off my ski mask. It was a relief to get that hot cloth off my face. I sat in a nearby overstuffed chair and caught my breath while watching her struggle against her bonds. "Untie me now, you son of a bitch! I'm gonna report you, and you'll never work for Faunus again! I'll tie a knot in your dick the second I'm loose!" She continued ranting and yelling and pulling against the bonds. Growing weary of her expressions of dissatisfaction, I picked up the ball gag and approached the bed. "You really want to be gagged again, don't you? I think you got off on it. I think you liked that almost as much as you liked cumming buckets a few minutes ago. I'm also seriously fucking tired of listening to your smart mouth." On her checklist of likes and dislikes -- the paper form she'd filled out at Faunus' offices -- she'd checked "ball gag" in the "yes" column with so much force her pen had gone through the paper. I looked at the gag in my hand and realized it was a starter model, fairly small. I bounced it in my hand and paused. I walked over to the dresser, where I selected the largest one we had, in blue. "Fuck no! I hate that fucking thing! Gag me again and I'll complain to your boss. Who's your supervisor, anyway? He's going to be hearing from -- MMF!" Her lips stretched wide to accommodate the huge ball gag. I sighed. "That would be Mr. Tor. There's also a customer comment form on our website. Not only that, but you'll get a client survey in email a few days from now." I paused. "You were saying?" "MMMMMFFF!" She tossed her head, causing her wild, red hair to fly around her gagged and blindfolded face. I rubbed my hands together with satisfaction. "All right, then! Let's get back to it, shall we?" She continued to struggle and grunt, trying to free her limbs, as I undressed. I stepped to the foot of the bed and enjoyed her writhing for a bit. I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself between her legs with my knees touching her thighs so she would know I was naked and ready to take her. I stroked her legs with my fingertips, moving up her body with slow, gentle movements. I deliberately avoided touching her vulva in order to torment her and increase her anticipation. She moaned in frustration when my hands caressed the crease between her thighs and torso, then moved upward without giving her pussy any attention. My hands moved up her flanks with more light touches and strokes. Even though I itched to grab those beautiful, round tits and bite her nipples, I passed by them and moved on to stroke her arms, causing goose bumps to rise on her pale, soft skin. I noticed a few freckles on her chest and shoulders. Her chest was showing a distinct blush from arousal. I moved back down her body, circling her gorgeous breasts with both hands but not touching her erect nipples, which stood up straight like pencil erasers in the centers of her delicious aureoles. Back down her body went my hands, lightly stroking and teasing her skin. She began to flex and twist, lifting her hips, wordlessly begging me to touch her pubis. I gave her soft, bare mound one stroke, then continued down her legs. She moaned in frustration. I continued downward, stroking her thighs and lightly touching the backs of her knees before moving on to her calves, ankles and feet. I got off the bed, causing Mary to let out another long moan. I got a smallish butt plug and a bottle of anal lube and set them on the bed. I climbed back between her legs. I drew close to her pussy and blew a little warm air against her prominent, aroused clit. She shuddered and took in a long, deep breath. I leaned forward and gently licked first one, then the other nipple, eliciting a groan of appreciation. I moved back down and licked near her slit with long, slow strokes, listening to her moan. Her hips moved, beckoning me to dive into her but I took my time. After a while, I began to tongue her outer lips as slowly as I could. I reached up and began touching her tits, alternating between teasing her nipples by rolling them in my fingers and taking her breasts in my hands and massaging them. Her moaning got louder. Eventually, I had my face fully buried in her crotch, licking and sucking her clit, bringing her closer to the edge. Her hips rocked in pleasure as I ate her. I lubed two fingers and began teasing her puckered asshole, starting with just one finger on the outside. She gasped and tried to cringe away from my finger but she couldn't get away. I heard her say "MM-mm!" through the gag. Anal was on her list of "maybe" activities, and I fully intended to push her envelope. Once I had the outside of her ass nicely lubed and wet, I slowly inserted one slick finger, barely moving, insistently pressing inward. Her moaning got louder again. Soon I was slowly finger-fucking her butt while I ate her out, and she was giving out one long, continuous series of moans as I brought her closer and closer to cumming. Her body went rigid for a second when I inserted a second lubed finger in her ass, but she quickly relaxed and began humping my face again. I continued fucking her ass with my fingers as I ate her, then after a few minutes, when she was just on the verge of orgasm, I removed my fingers from her ass and my face from her pussy. She whined in complaint and wriggled on the bed in frustration. I lubed up the butt plug and placed the tip at her anal entrance. She wriggled, trying to avoid the new toy. I began sucking her clit again and she let out a muffled yip of enjoyment. She was closer to orgasm; I kept a steady rhythm on her clit and hood with my tongue. As her climax hit, I slid the plug inside her well-lubed ass with one smooth motion and felt it pop into her. She screamed and he body stiffened as she came for a good thirty seconds, wave after wave of intense orgasms. I continued sucking her clit until she came down from her high, at which point I sat back and gave her smooth pussy a firm pat. Mary practically melted into the bed, breathing hard through her nose. I removed her gag but left the blindfold in place. She started to speak, but I stopped her by grabbing her tits with both hands and kissing her hard. She kissed back and moaned into my mouth. I released her from the kiss and stepped back. "God that was -- fucking intense," she said, still panting. "That thing feels amazing in my ass." "The show ain't over yet, sister," I responded. I untied the ropes attached to the posts at the foot of the bed and pulled them toward the headboard where I tied them down again, lifting her legs in the air and making her ass completely vulnerable. "Dammit, what are you doing now?" she said. I stayed silent as I got a much larger butt plug and lubed it for use. This one was bright red, dick-shaped, seven inches long, and had a built-in vibrator. I was tempted to remove her blindfold so she could see what I was about to shove into her delicate asshole, but I wanted its size to be a surprise. I slowly extracted the plug in her ass. "That was nice for something different," she said. "Come on, what are you up to now?" I placed the head of the new plug at the opening of her now-stretched anus and began pushing it into her butt. She started wriggling as she realized how much larger this toy was. "Hey, that's not as good. Stop. Seriously, stop." I kept on pushing. It was halfway inside her now. "Oh, God, no. How big is that thing? Really stop now. PLEASE stop?" The flange at the plug's base popped into place. It was all the way inside her. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck that feels good. Damn you." I switched on the vibrator and she gasped. I released the ropes that held her feet in the air, then lowered her legs, tied her back into a spread eagle position. I cleaned my hands with an antiseptic wipe and got out a bottle of thick, milky lube. I straddled her stomach and lubed up my cock. "I'm going to fuck those big tits of yours now, little girl. When I cum, do you want it in your mouth or would you rather get a facial?" "Of course I'd rather get a facial than swallow your disgusting sperm, you asshole. What do you expect?" I shrugged. "Your call. Oh, and speaking of assholes." I reached back under her and turned the vibe in her butt up to high. "Oh, fuck," she gasped. Her hips twitched. I slid forward and put my cock between her tits. I held those two smooth, pale orbs together around my dick and began to thrust, slowly at first but picking up speed as I felt my orgasm getting closer. As I titty-fucked her, I squeezed her boobs and heard her moan from the stimulation of her breasts and ass. Her hips were starting to move up and down as she enjoyed the plug in her ass. The vibrations were making their way up through her pussy. "This is a good use of these tits of yours, cunt. Fucking your tits feels just amazing." "You bastard. I hate you for making me feel so good. I like feeling your big dick on my boobies." "I'm getting closer," I said through clenched teeth. "You're about to get that facial you asked for, you snobby bitch. This gonna be great." I ripped the blindfold off of her so she could see my cum spraying over her face. She blinked in the sudden, bright light, then looked down at my mushroom-shaped cock head sliding between her tits, almost touching her lips. She stiffened in realization and began to struggle. "You're gonna spray that shit on my face, aren't you!? I thought you meant a facial like at a spa, you son of a bitch." "Yeah, and here it comes, you slut whore bitch!" I thrusted faster and faster between her tits. The first little dab of ejaculate started to form at the slit of my cock head. "Oh, fuck yeah," I said, thrusting faster. "IN MY MOUTH! IN MY MOUTH! NOT ON MY FACE! I DON'T WANT THAT IN MY HAIR AND FACE!" she screamed. I paused my thrusts and leaned down to kiss those soft lips. I bit her earlobe and whispered to her, "You made your choice. Now deal with it." I sat back up and started thrusting again. I groaned as the first ropy strand of cum shot out from my cock and struck her cheek. She screamed and turned her head as though she'd been burned. I squirted about twelve times, getting my cum in all the places she didn't want it. Fortunately for her, she knew enough to close her eyes as I began to cum in earnest and she realized there was no way out. There was cum on her face, her lips and forehead, in her hair, and on her chest and throat. I laughed, delighted at her appearance and high from my orgasm. "Wait a sec, slut, and I'll clean it off," I said as I went to the bathroom to wet a cloth. She sputtered through my semen on her mouth. "God damn you, you son of a bitch! You tricked me!" Returning with the cloth, I said, "If you didn't know what a facial was, that's not my fault. I did think it was weird that you'd rather take it on your face than down your throat, since you're such a tight-ass cleanliness freak." I laughed again. "You even checked 'facial' as one of your favorite things on our form." "Bastard!" I cleaned her face and chest but left my cum in her hair. It would be a pain in the ass to wash out and "hair stylist" wasn't in my job description. Besides, I thought it looked sexy. Once I had most of my cum cleaned off her, I was ready to fuck her pussy but I wanted to make her beg for it. I untied her legs and moved between them, my cock still stiff as a board. "God, you're still hard," she said in wonder. "Yeah, I'm special like that." I knelt between her legs and let my hard cock rest on her pubic mound, my balls against her outer labia. I began to thrust gently, teasing her, riding her slit. I heard the butt plug vibrating in her ass. I could even feel it a little, at her cunt opening. Mary had calmed down from her facial. She looked at my cock, then she met my eyes. "Fuck me," she said. "Not yet." "Please? Please fuck me. I really need to feel that inside me." "I'm not ready yet." "God, you look ready to me. Come on and fuck me!" "On one condition." She was desperate. She had something like fear in her eyes -- fear that she wouldn't get to feel my cock in her cunt soon enough. "What's your condition?" "Lick my cock clean after I finish fucking your cunt." "No fucking way." "Suits me. You've got another hole I can use, after all," I said, and grabbed her hips to turn her over. "NO! Stop! I'll do it." "You'll do what? Tell me." "Please, please fuck me! Fuck my cunt and I'll lick your cock clean after." "Good girl," I said, and thrust my entire length into her in one fast stroke while she screamed in pleasure. Her cunt was soaking. She was incredibly wet. I fucked her hard and fast as she screamed and babbled and thrashed. My cock head pushed in behind her cervix each time I entered her, causing her to grunt and groan in pleasure. I felt the butt vibe's thrum through the thin wall of flesh between her rectum and her vagina. It was a thrilling sensation and drove me to orgasm within five minutes. My cock was coating the inside of her pussy with pulse after pulse of my thick semen when I felt her tip over into another orgasm, her cunt squeezing my cock incredibly tight as she screamed. I shouted as I came. I continued plunging into her. I untied her hands and lifted her as I fell backward onto the bed. She lay on top of me while I continued fucking her as hard as I could. I was sweating and panting with exertion and excitement. Mary sat up, still impaled on my cock, and put her hands on my chest. She shifted her legs so that she was squatting over me and proceeded to fuck herself on my rigid pole, faster and faster. I bucked my hips to meet her strokes. She moaned and dug her manicured nails into the skin of my chest. Her eyes closed and her head lolled from side to side. Sweat ran down her breasts and stomach. Her face was bright red. Mary reached orgasm with another sharp scream, and fell down to lie on top of me. Her cunt throbbed and gripped my dick, and I came, hard. I groaned and held her tight. My dick spewed forth, adding another load of my seed to the cum already inside her. I rolled us over so I was on top again and raised my torso so I was kneeling while fucking her. I grabbed her legs and put them over my shoulders. I bent forward so she was folded in half and I fucked her deeper and harder. She gripped my forearms tight and gritted her teeth. Sweat beaded her forehead and ran down her temples. Her tits bounced every time I pounded into her -- their motion was almost hypnotic. She panted faster and faster as I fucked her and once again she came around my dick, squirting her pussy fluids into my matted pubic hair as she gave out a hoarse scream and convulsed all over. Goose bumps rippled over her as her orgasm continued. Tears gathered in the corners of her unfocused eyes and she gave out a long, loud scream as she came again and again. "STOP STOP STOP! I can't take anymore!" I crawled over to her head and rested my stiff cock shaft on her lips. She opened her mouth and started licking and sucking our juices off of me. She rolled onto her side, leaning on one elbow while she gripped my cock with her other hand. She licked all the cum off my cock and kept licking and sucking, worshiping my dick. "I love this cock," she said. "This is the best fucking cock ever. Thank you for giving me this cock. Oh God this is such an amazing cock." Once she finished licking our fuck juices off my dick, she collapsed onto the wet bed sheets, panting, groaning, and twitching, eyes closed. I jumped up from the bed, grabbed an eight inch vibrating dildo from the dresser, lubed it, turned it to its highest setting, and shoved it into her soaking wet cunt. Mary gave out a loud moan without opening her eyes and whined, "What the fuck are you doing to me now, you bastard?" "One more little thing before I let you go, you rampant little bitch." I turned her over on her stomach and spread her legs. The butt plug's vibrator was still going strong. I switched it off and covered my cock in lubricant. When I pulled the plug out of her ass and replaced it with my cock, she dug her fingers into the wrecked bed sheets and gasped, lifting her head from the bed for a moment. She let out a long, harsh groan of pleasure, managing to croak out, "Oh, FUCK that feels good." "You like it in your ass, don't you, my little cum slut?" "God yes." "You want me to keep fucking your ass?" "Please, please fuck my ass! Please keep fucking my ass! You feel so goddamn fucking good fucking my tight little asshole!" I paused midstroke. She whined and wiggled her ass, pleading with her body for me to keep fucking her. "Why'd you stop? FUCK ME DAMMIT!" "Are you gonna give me all tens on the customer satisfaction survey, you fucking slut?" "OH GOD YES! JUST DON'T STOP FUCKING MY ASS!" I plunged into her again as hard as I could and she shouted incoherently. I fucked her butt as hard as I'd fucked her cunt. Within minutes I felt Mary's asshole tighten, the first ripple of her orgasm. She fucked back against me, humping her hips off the bed to meet my thrusts. She grunted over and over again from the effort and the pleasure she felt. I thrust into her again and again, my sweat dripping onto her back. She screamed as her orgasm hit her. "OH FUCK SHIT! FUCK FUCK FUCK! FUCK MY ASS! GODDAMN IT YOU BASTARD, KEEP FUCKING MY ASS!" she screamed. Her orgasm from simultaneous vaginal and anal stimulation looked like the most intense one she'd had that night. The sight and sound of her climax, plus the sensation of the pulsing ring of her asshole gripping my dick, drove me into another orgasm. I shot stream after stream of cum into her rectum as I shouted and gripped her shoulders hard. She barked out another harsh scream and collapsed. I pulled out of her and fell on my back. I felt my raw, red cock going soft. I dozed off, lying on the damp sheets beside her. I woke to the sound of the shower running in the adjoining bathroom. The sheets were stiff under me and crunched a little as I rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. It was the next day. Sunlight streamed through the curtains. Faunus policy prohibited clocks in their bedrooms, so I had no idea how long I'd been asleep. I felt drained. I smelled ripe, and a combination of sweat, pussy juice, and semen coated my skin. The shower cut off and Mary appeared with a black terry cloth towel wrapped around her, covering her from just above her breasts to just below her crotch. Her hair was also wrapped in a towel. She walked gingerly, as though she'd pulled a muscle or three. She smiled.