Storiesonline.net ------- DTtS: Barbie by JiMC Copyright© 2004 by JiMC ------- Description: The "hero" from my "Don't Talk to Strangers" series is back, and this time, he visits a college. Hooray for learning! Codes: MF sch non-con coer mc Mdom sad oral anal ------- This work is copyright© 2004 with all rights reserved by its author, including that of publication. Reposting is only allowed when permission is explicitly granted by the author, and then only for the complete story, including this disclaimer. Contact the author at for more information, referring to this story ("DTtS: Barbie"). Forward The girls come from many places. I really don't care, actually. But once they are with me, they move with me, wherever I decide to go. I move often, never staying too long anywhere. The girls, once they find me, are mine... until, of course, I've had enough of them. Then I discard them without even looking back. I figure, let the bitches figure out how to put their pathetic little lives back together in a strange place. Serves each one of them right. Their mommies should have told them not to talk to strangers. This is the second installment of "Don't Talk to Strangers," and it's a tale that I call, "Barbie the Bitch." ------- A pretty face don't make no pretty heart, I learned that, buddy, from the start! You think I'm cute, a little bit shy? Momma, I ain't that kind of guy! Doctor, doctor, give me the news, I got a bad case of loving you! No pill's gonna cure my ill, I got a bad case of loving you! -- Bad Case of Loving You (Robert Palmer) ------- I actually attended college for a couple of semesters. I wanted to study psychology to figure out why I was so different from other people. I took the simple "101" level courses to find out the more appropriate courses for the next semester, and then attempted to take courses that allowed me to "study myself." Getting in and out of classes was easy. Despite the costs of college, it's easy to simply audit courses, especially those that are in the big lecture halls. The big tuition bills are for people that require a piece of paper that says that they're pretty smart people. I don't know. Paying so much money for that silly piece of paper doesn't seem all that smart to me. Anyway, people never give me a second look unless I turn on the charm. I must emit some sort of "keep away" signal that the mind interprets that tells most people not to fuck with me. Even campus security gave me a wide berth. People that do notice me are the girls that would eventually wish that they hadn't. I anticipated that those eight or nine months would more or less be a dry spell for me, sexually. I mean, I could have had any girl that I wanted, but my usual style is to take one, use her until there's nothing more to take, and then move on. Staying in one location for an extended period of time made my usual operation difficult. I figured that I would just turn off the charm, except for special occasions (hey... I'm not a monk!). After destroying scores of lives, the same old thing sort of grows on you. I found out almost immediately that taking a college coed was way too easy. All the guys on campus knew it and did so, and none had my talents. It's common knowledge that you could promise a girl some beer, a joint, or even chocolate and most of them would drop to their knees with your dick in their mouths faster than President Bush could declare war in the middle east. The girls figured they were sowing wild oats. I call it "learning to be a cunt." I've never credited females with having brains, and coeds were living proof of that fact. I am indeed a sociopath, I found out. I had only suspected this before, but now, studying these books, it was quite obvious. I was also classified as a misogynist, but I preferred the term "realist." I knew females for what they really are: warm buckets to accept my semen--nothing more and nothing less. I think the term misogynist was invented by a feminist, which would be a pretty funny joke. In reality, I have found that feminists are more female-hating than I ever would be. I mean, telling females that they are the equals of the opposite sex is just uselessly getting their hopes up. It's cruel and it's females hurting females. How stupid is that? I'm not against girls physically abusing one another, by the way, but I had done so in the privacy of an apartment or hotel room. Feminists do it publicly. They should be shot! As I said, females are so fucking stupid, it's pitiful. It just makes it easier for people like me to pick them up, fuck their brains out, and turn them into sex addicts for the rest of their lives. As a sociopath, I don't live by any rules other than my own. For the most part, society stays away from me, and I stay away from society, except when I feel the hunger for a girl. Usually even then, it's the girl that seeks me out. So why was I becoming a part of society, attending college? Curiosity, perhaps. Maybe a need to understand myself, but I found that I had no secrets from myself. I knew what I was, and how I worked. I admit that I'm a monster, the kind of person that could be your worst nightmare. I did not lie to myself, like those feminists did. I am brutally honest and frank about myself. Did I hate myself? Of course not. Hating myself would mean that I actually thought that the things that I do are morally wrong. That's definitely not the case! I did consider myself a monster, but I thought that to mean that I was different in a way that most people would find alarming. I thought taking the courses would explain to me why I did the things I do, and they didn't. It took me close to two semesters to realize that it was all gobbledygook. Nobody had a fucking clue as to why some people were sociopaths, other than to suggest that something was wrong with the wiring of their brains. That was pure, unadulterated bullshit. I figured that the only thing different about me was that I saw things differently. Reality and truth had different meanings for me than it did for most people. That didn't change the truthfulness of my reality, though. It all comes down to perspective. As I made my discovery, I found myself in a lecture hall, shaking my head in disgust. This had all been a fucking waste of time! "Mr. Frees, I'd like to speak with you after class." I looked up. I had used the name Frees while in college. It wasn't my real name, and I wasn't even on the lists of students that were supposed to be in the class. I think I used that name for something or other in the bookstore when I had some dumb cunt purchase me the "abnormal psych" book in pristine condition for me. I will admit here, parenthetically, that some females have money. They can be useful that way, too. I hereby state for the record that I also did fuck that coed hard and long all that night, in the living area of her sorority, in all three holes, and I made sure she was very vocal in her appreciation of me. She was therefore useful the normal way as well. Back at the lecture hall, I had to admit that I had no idea how this professor found out my name. The entire class was silent. This professor normally did not direct her attention to any student unless a student made an appointment to meet with her during her office hours. "Are you talking to me?" I asked, refusing to be cowed in front of a bunch of mere students, especially by a female. "Yes, Mr. Frees. Make an appointment to meet with me today." The professor then turned away from me and resumed her discussion. A couple of things were obvious to me. The professor had an interest in me. Sure, I was one of the older students in the class, and I never did any of the assignments. As I said, I simply audited the course, and didn't even attend all the lectures. I wondered why the professor wanted to talk with me. I shrugged. I knew that people don't normally fuck with me, but if the professor wanted to see me, it would be my duty to make sure she wouldn't forget me. I got up, picked up my stuff, and loudly walked out of the lecture, making sure the door closed noisily. I proceeded directly to the professor's office. Her receptionist looked up at me. "Dr. Finella wants me to schedule an appointment for today." The receptionist frowned. "I don't think she has any openings for you today..." "She has a minimum of three openings that I might be interested in. However, I just want you to schedule me, Mr. Frees, as her last appointment at four o'clock today. Cancel any appointments of hers that might follow it, since she will be quite busy." The receptionist simply nodded and did as I requested. I loved it when people just shut up and did what I said. It made life so easy. At least, the girl knew her place. I smiled as I left the office. I had a few hours to waste, so I went to the library and started reading portions of "120 Days of Sodom." After all, I hadn't really been enjoying myself as much as I usually do, and I figured that I could use the advice from an expert. As people passed me, a few noticed my reading material. When I encountered a girl that audibly gasped in recognition of the author, I made her take her place under the reading table, giving Oscar some appreciative licks. Nobody, not even the head librarian, made any comment about the sexual activity going on beneath my table. As I said, most people just don't fuck with me. I didn't let Oscar shoot off. I just had the girls that were bathing him keep his attention riveted. I was partway through the fourth day of Sodom when my watch alarm went off. I got up, told the three coeds that were under the table, loudly, that they could get up and get dressed, and wandered in the direction of the professor's office. As I walked, I wondered about de Sade's anal fixations. To me, it seemed to be just a power trip, a desire to exert ones superiority over another. The only problem with anal that I had found--and it was just a minor one--was that unless you have a mirror handy, you don't see the reaction of the person you're screwing when you do it in their ass. Another problem I had with de Sade was that he didn't mind fucking youngsters, nor did he seem to prefer females to males. For some reason, this just seemed wrong to me. Of course, we live in different times, nowadays. The famous de Sade spent quite a lot of time in prison for his writings, so he might not have always had a choice in these matters. I also guess that some of that psychobabble horse shit was sticking to me. I sighed. I arrived at the professor's office at three fifty-five. The receptionist shivered slightly as I entered the room, no doubt remembering how I had so easily made her reschedule the doctor's appointments around for the day. Smiling at the receptionist, I watched her press the intercom button. "Doctor Finella, your four o'clock is here. A Mr. Frees." "Have him wait there until I'm ready for him." The receptionist looked up at me and shrugged. I shrugged back and offered the receptionist my hand. With an uncertain look on her face, the receptionist took my hand, looking at me as if Julia Child had just been handed a lump of shit. I took her hand firmly and pulled her into a standing position. "I think it might be best for you to accompany me. Lock the door to this room and then direct me to the doctor's office." Silently, the receptionist obeyed me. She led me down a hallway and knocked on a door, all the time, looking at her hand where I touched her. "Who's that?" the doctor asked, sounding unhappy. "It's Candy. I have Mr. Frees..." "I told you to have him wait, you mindless twit!" I had enough of this. I opened the door and dragged Candy inside. "Shut your fucking mouth, doctor!" I said in a commanding voice. The doctor's mouth shut completely. She had a look of genuine surprise on her face. Looking from me to her receptionist, the surprise turned to fear. "Candy? Is that your name?" I asked, turning to the receptionist. "Y-yes, sir." "Thank you, Candy," I said. "You'll be here as a witness. The doctor and I will be having a simple discussion of the class she teaches. As far as anybody else is concerned, nothing untoward will happen in this room." "Of course," Candy replied. "Are you married, Candy?" "I have a boy friend." "Good," I said and turned to the doctor. "Doctor Finella, are you married?" The doctor looked up at me, frightened. She did not answer. "You may talk, only to answer my questions, sweetie." The professor reddened when I called her "sweetie." I grinned at her menacingly. "I'm not married." "Any boy friends?" "No." "Girl friends? Lovers?" The doctor looked disgusted. "Of course not." "Too bad," I said, smiling. I turned back to Candy, who still looked shocked, although not as frightened as the professor. "Candy, you have been most helpful. I'll give you some freedom here. You will not have to participate in the fun that I will have with Doctor Finella. Of course, you will be utterly truthful to me." "OK," Candy said, still not exactly sure what was happening. I returned my attention to the desk, where the doctor was still sitting silently, her face now a mask of terror. I saw a name plate that identified her as "Doctor Barbara Finella, Ph.d" "Barbie," I said, liking my professor's name. "You and me are going to have a little fun." I then turned to Candy and pointed to a chair, indicating that she should sit down. She did, and I moved to the other side of the desk. "Barbie," I said. "I think I'd prefer to use your chair. Take the other chair opposite Candy." Silently, the professor stood. You could see hatred in her eyes as she watched me sit down in her chair. I leaned back and put my feet onto the desk, intentionally crushing some papers underneath my heels. I grinned at Candy and started talking. "So, Candy, how long have you been working for Barbie?" "I've been working for Professor Finella..." "Barbie," I corrected. Candy looked at her boss and blanched. "For Barbie... for... um... three years." "How would you describe Barbie?" I asked. "Describe her?" Candy looked confused. "Is she a nice person to work for?" Candy paused. Her mouth opened as if to say something, but it refused. Apparently, Candy was going to lie to me and found that she couldn't. She tried a couple more times, and then said, "B-Barbie can... sometimes be... difficult." "Difficult?" "Yes." I turned to Barbie, who was now staring at her employee with open hatred. "Barbie, do you really give Candy a difficult time?" "I do no such fucking thing!" Barbie spat. I sighed. I was going to have to teach some lessons to my little professor. "As much as I like a slut that swears, Barbie, I think you need to learn respect. Every time you are about to use a swear word in a derogatory way, even if you are just thinking it, you will lose an item of clothing. You will then tell us what word you were thinking, if that was what caused you to lose an item of clothes. This order is retroactive to your last comment." The professor looked at me as if I was crazy. However, I noticed that she was slipping off one high heel as she did so. I idly wondered if I should allow a shoe to count as an item of clothing, but then I saw her slip off the other shoe, saying, almost silently, "Shit." Our professor apparently just thought another bad word. Oh, my. Maybe shoes should count--I don't think she was going to last very long with her mind in the gutter like that. Returning my attention to Candy, I continued, "Describe your boss as accurate as you can in a single word." Candy looked as if she were in a Bizarro world. Here I was, taking advantage of Barbie and herself, and she found herself compelled to answer me truthfully in front of her own boss. "Demanding?" Candy finally uttered. "Are you a demanding boss, Barbie?" I asked the professor, who was now removing a scarf from her neck, after uttering the word, "Cunt." Barbie glared at me and then at her employee. "I require promptness when I ask for things." "Sounds like a real bitch to me," I observed. "Is Barbie a bitch, Candy?" "Y-yes," Candy said after a pause. "I guess my job will be to tame the bitch, then." Barbie was removing her suit jacket now to the word "Shit," leaving her with just a white blouse, a skirt, what appeared to be panty hose and a bra. She had already lost four items of clothing already. "Candy, how much longer before we see Miss Sugar Tits over there in all her glory?" Candy shrugged and said, barely whispering, "Five minutes?" I watched as Barbie mumbled "Cunt!" again, and then started unbuttoning her blouse, her eyes furious at the two of us. Candy flinched at the nastiness that her boss just expressed. "You were thinking that about Candy? The poor lass that has been working for you and taking your shit for years?" Without hesitation, Barbie nodded in the affirmative, while bringing her blouse off her shoulders. The professor was wearing a white, utility brassiere. Nothing fancy, nor desirable. "Nice tits, although a bit on the small side," I sneered. Barbie did not take my bait, and remained where she was, knowing now that even thinking bad thoughts would get her to strip. She was being cowed. From my experience, it takes a woman about an hour to be completely subjugated to my power. During that time, there is an amusing period when her old mind interacts with the more docile new mind. I could see this starting to happen, and I wondered if I could stop it. I wanted the professor to remain her old bitchy self. I didn't want her as a fuck toy. I just wanted to teach her a lesson. "Candy, do you have any cameras in the office?" "N-no," Candy stammered. "Is the bookstore still open?" "Yes." "Get a disposable camera for me. Meet me back in this office as soon as you can. Don't talk to anybody unnecessarily and don't mention what you've seen here." "OK," Candy said, hurrying off. Barbie watched Candy go, reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra. "What was the word this time?" I asked, having missed it. "No penalty, of course." "Fucking," Barbie spat. I grinned. "You'll be doing that in just a bit," I said. "No need to hurry it along." "You're going to rape me." "No. I don't rape people. I'm not a rapist, sweetie pie." "You need help," the doctor said, realizing that she was able to speak to me as if in reply to what I was saying to her. "Do you think I need help? Should I get the football team to come over and give me a hand?" Barbie blanched at my suggestion and uttered the word, "Shit!" as she freed her tits from the confining bra. I had been correct. They were smallish, about a 32-B. Her nipples were quite hard, I noticed. "N-no," she finally answered. "It's interesting that you chose to remove your bra rather than your skirt. It makes me wonder what surprises you have in store underneath it." The good doctor went from almost pure white to beet red in just a few seconds. It was comical. "Are you on the pill?" I asked. I think that question confirmed to the doctor my intentions. She nodded, her face starting once again to drain of color. "You have taken your last birth control pill, Barbie," I pronounced. "From now on, you will never use any form of birth control. You will not use a condom, diaphragm, or any other sort of barrier-style birth control, nor will you use any regular or morning-after pills. No foams or other contraceptive sprays. No pulling out before orgasm, no rhythm method. Every time you fuck, you will realize that the person you're fucking could be the daddy of your child. You will carry your children to term, and then give them up for adoption." The only reaction from my order was Barbie unzipping her skirt. "What was the word, Barbie? I didn't hear." "Fuck." I pointed downward to Oscar, my ever trusting friend. I simply said, "Daddy!" Oscar jumped in delight as I said that. Of course, I knew that Barbie was still protected by her birth control pills. I just said that last bit to up her anxiety level. It worked. The skirt dropped to reveal a white pair of panties with light little pink elephants on it. In the middle, it said, in light blue letters, "BUSH/CHENEY 2000." Underneath, she was wearing a pair of stockings, giving lie to my thought that she had been wearing panty hose. "Oh, dear," I said, noticing the political panties. Barbie's reaction was to blush once more. "Republican panties. I didn't even know they sold these." "Penalties are over. I like those," I said, indicating the professor's panties. "Feel free to speak, but you may not leave this room until I allow you to do so." "What you are doing is rape," Barbie hissed. "Is not! Is not! Is not!" I said in a child's sing-song voice. "You have me here, against my will, and intend to force me to do sexual acts." "I have a hundred witnesses at the lecture hall that heard you specifically request that you see me in your office. That was by no means against your will. Candy will be back and will swear that nothing happened in this room, except maybe you came on to me. You have no case, sweetie." "I'll tell the police that you... somehow..." I watched the professor try to make sense of everything that was happening. I decided to push her a little bit, mentally. "I'll tell the police that I willingly swallowed your big, huge, delicious cock, twirled it in my mouth, and forced a big juicy load of cum..." Barbie looked at me, confused. "Oh, go on, Barbie. That sounds like a wonderful idea!" "How do you do this?" "Do what?" "You are making me undress. You made me say those vile things." "You thought wicked things, and removed your clothes as punishment. I think the last outburst from you was a subconscious fantasy that you have of bedding one of your students." Psychobabble horse shit or not, it was fun being able to use it on the good doctor! Neither one of us said anything more until Candy came back from the book store. She had one of those disposable cameras in her hand. "Candy," I said, pointing to her boss. "Look at those wonderful panties Barbie is wearing!" Candy blushed as I mentally ordered Barbie to stop hiding from Candy and to stand up and pose her panties. "Think you can get a shot of them?" I think we should have a close-up, and then one further back that gets Barbie's face as well. Dutifully, Candy opened the package and removed the camera. She moved close to Barbara's panties, and I saw the flash go off as she made her shot. Candy then moved back until she was at the other end of the room. "I... I can't," Candy said. "What's the problem?" "I can't get her face with the panties." "Barbie, sit down and give Candy a good shot for her collection." Quietly, Barbie obeyed my order. Candy seemed more pleased and took the shot. "I like the panties. I guess we can call it 'Two Pricks on a Cunt.'" I smiled at my hilarity, and even Candy smiled at the joke. Barbie, however, just reddened. I had, by now, turned off my charm. I didn't want Barbie to go off into subservient land, but I had wanted her cowed enough to no longer be a threat to me. I was pretty sure that I had things all under control. "I think we can lose the panties, now, Barbie." Barbie blanched once again and started to slowly pull down her panties. I turned my attention to Candy. "So, Candy. Do you have any bisexual tendencies?" Candy shook her head no, while staring at Barbie pulling her panties beyond her knees. "Is that the truth? You've never had a girl kiss your coochie, or had a taste of the bearded clam?" Candy couldn't lie to me. She tore her attention from Barbie back to me and said, quietly, "I did things like that a few times way back when I was in high school. I was just experimenting with my best friend." "Did it feel good?" I asked. Candy nodded, rather than answered. "Do you think Miss Bitch here could give you a good licking?" There was a pause, and finally, Candy nodded her head ever so slightly. "OK, here's my present to you, Candy," I said. "Any day that Barbie is a bitch to you, you will show up in this office after her final meeting and make her lick you wherever you feel like being licked. She will do her best job, knowing that while you are in the office, you are her boss." Candy nodded. "You may stay here, Candy," I said. "Remember, if anybody asks you, you were in here the entire time and nothing sexual happened in here. If you want to, you can say that Barbie here made a sexual pass at a student, but you cannot remember the student's name. All right?" I turned my attention to Barbie, who was now sitting in the chair, entirely nude. I picked up the BUSH/CHENEY panties and handed them to Candy. "Please purchase a glass frame for these, and hang this frame in this room, next to Barbie's diploma. Have Barbie sign them using a permanent marker, and make sure Barbie rubs the bottoms on her ass to get a nice set of skid marks on them. That frame will always be placed next to her diploma." Candy nodded, taking the panties from me. Barbie had her mouth wide open in shock. I smiled evilly. "Now, Barbie, I was reminded earlier that you have three openings that I intend to fill today. Two between your legs, and one where all those nasty words came out. I want you to offer me your sexual services, and I want you to appear sincere. Candy can play with herself if this turns her on, but I want the camera to catch all the money shots." Barbie looked resigned, as she had known what was coming. "I really want you to look sincere," I repeated. Barbie's face got a wanton look on it. "Please, Mr. Frees. Can I suck on your love meat?" Ahh. The sweet sound of a woman in heat. I wished we had video of this. Candy could make a fortune! Barbie moved behind her desk to where I was seated. She kissed me on the lips as she started to unbutton and unzip my jeans. I raised my hips to allow her to slip my pants and boxers past my knees. Oscar was rock hard, having known what was coming, and having had those three coeds working him over earlier. Barbie introduced herself to Oscar, and licked his solitary eye. Barbie's technique wasn't bad, although not up to the talents of the sluts that live with me for more than a day, instinctively learning my likes and dislikes. She couldn't get more than a couple of inches of Oscar's dip-stick into her mouth, and I simply pulled her hair in order to urge her to try to fit more of him within. Having had blue balls from the four coeds earlier, Oscar was on a hair trigger. I felt my balls start to contract and I pushed Barbie's face off Oscar. He erupted onto Barbie's face, getting a nice splash on the right side of her face and nostril. "Candy!" I reminded the receptionist when Oscar finished spewing his load. Candy came in for a close-up of the white jism on Barbie's face. A silent order from me made Candy take a second shot as a backup. I ordered Barbie to bend over her desk and spread her ass cheeks. She did so, and I told Candy to get a couple of pictures of Barbie looking back and smiling happily as her pussy and asshole were on display with my load still on her face. "Time for the reaming, Barbie!" I announced, as I aimed my cock at the pucker of Barbie's ass. I nodded at Candy to resume her seat. One thing Oscar really likes is chocolate baths. He especially likes it when a girl's ass isn't contaminated with foreign substances like K-Y Jelly. Oscar was still a bit wet from Barbie's earlier tongue bath, and still had a bit of gooey semen on the tip. Barbie still had her ass cheeks spread. Without warning, I pushed Oscar into Barbie's bowels. As usual with a first time partner, Oscar couldn't get past the first third before he met resistance. I simply pulled back and rammed it in again, this time making it close to three-quarters of the way in. As usual, the third time's the charm. Barbie, on the other hand, didn't seem to be enjoying the party. She was crying out in pain as Oscar introduced himself to Barbie's lower intestines. "Remember, Barbie. I want sincerity!" Barbie's cries turned to half-hearted moans. "Smile for the camera, Barbie!" I said, nodding to Candy to take her picture as Oscar made his way up Barbie's ass. Candy's camera was mostly focused on Barbie, getting me from about the chest down. I don't have any tattoos or any other noticeable markings, so I figured that this was an OK shot. On my cue, Candy took a second shot of Barbara's face contorted with feeling the fullness of Oscar within. Candy watched me ream her boss with an expression of disbelief on her face. Barbie was no longer crying out, and I guess Barbie was trying hard to maintain a smile, masking her real feelings. The result appeared to be interesting to Candy, who was idly rubbing one of her nipples, not realizing that I was watching her. I started to hum a Robert Palmer song while pounding Barbie's ass. I giggled and started singing, "Doctor, doctor, give me the news, I got a bad case of reamin' to do..." Now, I'm not much of a vocalist, but I thought my rewrite of the song was kind of cute. The song at least gave me rhythm, and I only heard Barbie grunt a few times as Oscar occasionally made a slightly deeper than normal penetration. Candy's eyes were starting to go slightly out of focus. Without slowing down, I said, "Candy, would you like to utilize Barbie's talented tongue?" Candy opened her eyes at me in shock, realizing that I had been looking at her as her thumb had been flicking her nipple through her shirt. She shook her head quickly. "Too bad. I think she has a remarkable tongue, you know." Oscar apparently agreed with my assessment of Barbie's tongue, and pushed in a bit further in agreement, eliciting a new grunt from Barbie. The ass fucking took close to a half hour before Oscar started to throb in imminent release. I pulled Oscar out of Barbie's ass and moved quickly around the desk to aim him once again at Barbie's face, signaling Candy to capture this Kodak moment. Oscar really loves ass fucking. I think it is the tightness of the hole that he likes the most. Whatever it is, I know that despite how many times that Oscar has shot off previously, he usually manages two or three jets of cum from a nice ass fucking. Oscar didn't disappoint me today. Barbie looked spent, but I was just half through. I put Oscar near her lips, and her eyes opened wide, apparently in shock that my organ that had just penetrated her asshole was now at her face. With a pleading look on her face, Barbie tried to reject Oscar, but with a shake of my head, she realized that she didn't have a choice. Helplessly, she opened her mouth, and I deposited a spent Oscar into it. Slowly at first, she sucked on the tip of the head. I pushed more and more into her and she took more and more of Oscar into her mouth until her lips were against my pubic hair. Oscar was still shriveled, having just blown his second orgasm within forty-five minutes. I knew from experience that it would take at least ten minutes to get Oscar to any semblance of his exuberant self. I had time, though. I moved my hips back and forth, moving Oscar in and out of Barbie's sucking mouth. It wouldn't take long. Candy was more actively fondling her breast, and I noticed her other hand moving southward. I grinned at this, but she didn't notice, as her attention was riveted lower, fixated on Barbie's sucking mouth. Watching the girl frig herself and doing so while she was not under my control was a big turn on for me, and Oscar started inflating within Barbie's mouth. Since Barbie still had most of Oscar within her mouth, her oral cavity was starting to get full. Barbie tried pulling back, but I had two handfuls of her hair keeping her where she was. After a few moments, Barbie started breathing heavily through her nose while a now-rigid Oscar started to hit her gag area. From experience, I knew there would be one of two outcomes: either Barbie would relax and take Oscar into her throat, or Barbie was start puking. Apparently, Barbie's body chose the latter. I felt her start to cough, and had enough exposure to this in the past that I simply pulled Oscar out and allowed Barbie to vomit all over her desk, messing up all her paperwork. Candy looked at the mess, horror stricken. I shrugged at her, glancing down where Barbie was still coughing, wiping up some of the mess from her face with her hands. "Are you through barfing?" I asked Barbie. Barbie looked at me as if I was completely bonkers. Once again, I shrugged, and pointed my rigid Oscar at her. She looked at the mess on the desk, realizing that if she was going to continue to suck me, she would have to once again lay down on the desk, but this time, there was a mess on it. Barbie moved up from the desk, apparently resigned to move to my side of the desk to blow me. I stopped her, and pointed to the desk. "Over the desk, bitch," I ordered. The professor closed her eyes and did as I commanded. She took her position on the desk, trying to minimize the contact of her body with the vomit that she spewed moments earlier. As Barbie started to gobble up a very hard Oscar, I noticed that Candy no longer looked turned on. I felt sorry for Candy, but I knew that Doctor Finella really needed this attitude adjustment. I turned on my charm and directed it at Candy. I pulled Barbie's hair, moving Oscar back towards her throat. Barbie knew what was coming, but I don't think she knew how to suppress her gag reflex. There was extreme panic in her eyes as Oscar pushed mercilessly inward, only to retreat at the last second. Candy started to get affected by my charm, and was now staring at me. I turned off the charm; I had no problems with Candy, except maybe that she had thought I was being a bit hard on Barbie the Bitch. I don't hate people just because they simply disagree with me. Oscar finally penetrated into Barbie's throat, but Barbie immediately started to cough, and she started to vomit once again, this time with Oscar still in her mouth. I really hate it when bitches spew on me. I pulled Oscar out of Barbie's mouth in disgust. "You are one messy bitch," I said. Barbie lowered her eyes. Her tits were messy from her first vomit, and there was fresh vomit on her chin and neck. If I had anything against Candy, I would have made her lick Barbie clean. However, she was just a working girl, and it wasn't her fault that her boss was such a real bitch. "Candy, can you go to the bathroom and get me a wet paper towel?" The question wasn't answered as Candy left to fetch me something with which to clean up. "You can't deep throat a guy?" I asked Barbie once the receptionist had left. "I... I never took a guy in my mouth." "You'll need to practice, then," I pronounced. "At least once a day, right after work. A new guy every day. Blow him, and learn to deep throat him. Then, after he comes, you will be his slave until midnight." Barbie looked shocked. "Every day?" "Every week day," I decided. "Whoever you find on Friday night is your master until the midnight before the next school day." Barbie turned white. Candy returned with a length of wet paper towel. I told her to clean me off, and then sent Barbie to go to the bathroom and clean herself off. "I... I'll have to go out of my office!" Barbie said. "So?" "I'm naked!" This bitch was starting to get me pissed off. You don't want to piss me off. It's not good for you. "So?" I repeated. "People will see me!" I sighed. I was approaching my limit. I turned to Candy. "Is anybody around?" "I saw a few people," Candy replied. "Most people have left for dinner." "Too bad." I turned back to Barbie. "I told you to do something. Do it, bitch!" Barbie almost ran out of the room. Candy wiped the vomit from my legs and pubic hair. She was very gentle with me. I decided to give Candy a bonus. "Candy," I said, pulling her face up to look into my eyes. "From now on, you'll love Barbie to lick you to orgasm. When you come into the office in the morning, you will go into this office and demand Barbie to eat you out." "All right," Candy said, a new reality dawning on her. "Don't worry, Candy," I said, noticing her hesitation. "You won't become a lesbian, unless you want to. Consider yourself bisexual, or just sexual. And you're just giving Barbie the Bitch her daily attitude adjustment." "Who are you?" Candy asked. I shrugged. "I'm a person you don't want to piss off." Candy looked at me for a few moments, and then nodded slowly. "You're pretty," I said, looking Candy over for the first time. She was a brunette, and had wavy hair. She was short, about five feet, two inches in height, and had smallish breasts. Fear crossed Candy's face at the compliment. "Don't worry. I'm not looking for a partner right now." Candy still looked afraid, but I also saw relief in her eyes. Barbie came back. "Nobody saw me," she said, quietly. "Who the fuck cares?" I asked her. Barbie flinched. "Meet your new master," I said to Barbie, indicating Candy. "You will obey every thing she tells you to do. You will fuck anybody she tells you to fuck, and she will take pictures. Candy, I want you to send the film to be developed at the university book store, where people from the university will be able to see Barbie's indiscretions. Be sure to write Barbie's name on the film package. Barbie will pay for the pictures and pick them up and deliver them to you. You can do whatever you want with them... post them on the Internet or use them as blackmail. You could even simply send them to the faculty. I wonder how many pictures it would take for Barbie to lose her tenure?" I turned to the professor. "Barbie, you will probably get fired from the university for your sexual indiscretions," I said. "When that happens, you will take your newfound oral and sexual skills and become a whore. You will only charge your customers the bare minimum you need to survive, no more than five dollars, no matter what they want to do with you. You will seek out a pimp and then go to work for him, making sure that you go out of your way to piss him off by talking back to him in front of his other girls, trying to steal his money and drugs, and whatever else you need to do to get him to punish you." Barbie looked at me in a state of shock. "But... why?" "Because you're a bitch," I said, pulling my pants up. "And because you pissed me off. I hate bitches that ask questions." Barbie looked at me and then at the clothes on the floor. She was about to say something when Candy interrupted her. "Barbie," Candy said. "I need to get my pussy licked." Barbie looked at her receptionist as if she was crazy. "What?" Candy already unzipped her pants and was lowering them with her panties. Her pussy was hairier than I preferred. Barbie was staring at Candy, watching her expose herself. "If you do a good job, I'll let you masturbate afterward," Candy said. Barbie looked at me. I simply shrugged, and decided to leave the two women to their new life. ------- Oscar wasn't happy. He had been hard when Barbie vomited on him, and he hadn't gotten off. He also reminded me that he didn't get into Barbie's pussy. "You can't have everything," I told Oscar. I was walking toward my car when I saw a couple of girls approach me. They both had red hair, which was unusual. I looked more closely at them and noticed that they appeared to be twins. Without thinking, I turned on the charm. I had never had twins before. The two girls stopped walking and stared at me. They looked at one another, and then back at me. I continued walking toward the parking lot. I was starting to reconsider whether coeds were worth it. Maybe the fact that they were twins would make a difference. One of the girls called to me. "Excuse me, Mister?" I looked around. "Do you mean me?" The two girls nodded. "Could you give us a lift?" Oscar jumped for joy. Twins! I sighed. It really was time for me to move on. I figured that I hadn't been to New Mexico yet. "Sure," I said to the girls, bringing looks of joy onto their faces. "My car's right over there," I said, indicating the parking lot. "Cool," the girl said. "My name's Tina, and this is my sister Kate." "I once knew a girl named Kato," I said wistfully, remembering an exceptional girl I once used. "Call me Jerry." That was not even close to my real name. "Hi, Jerry. Are you a professor here?" Tina asked. "I do teach lessons," I said. "But I'm not a professor." "Cool. Where are we going?" Kate asked, the first time she spoke. "I'm heading south," I answered. The two girls piled into the front seat of the old Buick, Tina sitting in the middle. I wondered how long these two would last. Most girls last a couple of weeks, although Kato almost lasted two months. Maybe a pair of girls would last longer. At least, it would give me some more variety than a single girl could give. Before backing out of the parking spot, I unzipped my trousers and released Oscar. "Tina, I'd like you to shake hands with Oscar." Kate gasped as she watched her sister tentatively fondle my cock. By the time we were out of the parking lot, Tina was bent over, lavishing Oscar with kisses. She raised her head. "It tastes funny." "Some bitch threw up on Oscar when he tried to teach her to deep throat." "Ohh... poor baby," Tina said, and returned to her licking. I know. It's not a good idea to drive while receiving head. Sue me. Oscar didn't want to wait. ------- The twins surprised me. They lasted almost four months, the closest to a real relationship that I ever had. As I left the twins in Taos, Oscar was suggesting that it would be interesting if we ever stumbled across a set of triplets... Sometimes, I've found that I just can't please Oscar. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2004-06-04 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------