Lauren looked up from the accounts she was taking care of. It was 3:30 a.m.
and she was just tidying up at the Duckling before going home.  
Two muscle bound men stood in the door of her office. She gave a dazzling
smile, "Please come in!"

Alex barged into the office, glaring at the scantily clad amazon in front
of him. She wore a tight black mini skirt with a matching
black milk bra. Black high heeled boots rounded out the outfit. "You haven't
been very respectful of Mr. Wallace." His boss's name usually did a good
job of inspiring fear. "We are here to convince you that that is a bad idea."

Lauren was unfazed, "Well, I'm sure we can work something out. Why don't you
boys calm down and tell me all about it?"

Normally Alex would have just kept on coming, but for some reason he could
only stare at the woman's breasts. He might have shaken it off if his partner,
Rex, was not similarly enchanted. Surprising himself even further he started
explaining the entirety of the racketeering operation. Lauren smirked to herself
as the two men mumbled their way through and explanation, staring at her massive
knockers. When she tried to be attractive she seemed to emit powerful
pheromones. At those times her tits seemed to have a hypnotic quality for men.
Her boobs might be inconvenient at times, but the way they could make men placid
and submissive was priceless.

By the time Alex and Rex finished their muddled explanation they were so
enraptured by Lauren's overwhelming sexuality that they could do nothing but
stare at her breasts. "I'm glad you dropped by boys! Why don't you come
have a drink!" Lauren lifted the black curtains of her milk bra so that
the men could lean forward and suckle. As soon as the first drops of her
milk touched their tongues the expressions on their faces became even
more relaxed. She gave them a triple dose just to be sure.

"I don't think we've been introduced. You can call me Mistress Kim!" She
said as if the two hulking men were little boys.

Alex and Rex looked in awe at the goddess before them. They found
themselves nodding along as she explained that they had always wanted
to be dominated by a strong woman like her. By the time they started
to come down from the fuzzy high of happy milk they were thoroughly
convinced of the importance of obeying Mistress Kim.

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Marcus Wallace sat down in the center of the leather couch, bringing the glass
of whiskey in his left hand to his lips. It had been a long day. He was having
supply issues with his Israeli connection. Again. If this kept up he was going
to have to start talking to the Libyans. He was too damn vulnerable with a
single source of clean guns, and more importantly, ammo. On top of that
headache, Alex and Rex had yet to come back from their little foray to
squeeze the bitch who had bought Trevor out. That had been a total surprise,
and not a pleasant one. Trevor had been one of his top earners in the milk
trade. Especially lately.

Oh well. It was time to unwind. One of the perks of running the milk trade
in this city was that Marcus could have any milk maid he wanted. Aman, his
club manager, knew what he wanted. Aman loved to say, "I know your
specifications!" His Jamaican accent making the word 'specifications' fluid
and musical.

The bead curtain in the door of the small back room parted like a waterfall
as the largest pair of breasts Marcus had seen entered the room. The breasts
were soon followed by a tall Asian woman. She moved with a sinewy grace, and
seemed to radiate power, both physical and sexual. Even though he ran milk
bars, Marcus was an ass man, but it took him quite a bit of effort to tear
his eyes away from the woman's astounding chest. When he looked down he
saw that her hips flared dramatically away from a trim waist. He was about
to command her to turn around, but the words caught in his throat. This was
not a woman to be commanded. Aman had certainly done a good job tonight.

Lauren walked towards the mob boss with a lazy confidence. He was not what
she was expecting. She had not been able to stop herself from picturing a
godfather like figure, even though her two newest slaves had told her he
was black and English. She had been half expecting a jowly old man, but instead
he was a vital, laddish figure. The tight soccer jersey stretched over his firm
pectoral muscles and hard biceps, definitly had an effect on Lauren. Even at
rest she got the sense that there were enormous forces caged within his muscular
frame and behind his burning, intelligent eyes. She was going to enjoy this.

"Damn, you're fit." Marcus said softly to himself. Lauren smirked. Her hearing
had gotten much better since she took the drug. His cockney accent was
wonderfully exotic. Marcus never saw the smirk. His eyes just never seemed to
be able to make it past the gravitational field of Lauren's chest.

She leaned forward, giving Marcus a fantastic view of her cleavage, and
whispered, "Don't cum until I give you permission." By the time he realized
that it was something he would normally object to, Lauren had already violently
ripped open his pants and straddled him. In that position her massive chest was
resting on the top of his head. Whatever protest he had been forming, died
in his throat. 

She shuddered with pleasure as she lowered her wet pussy onto his throbbing
cock. Her mini skirt was hiked up around her hips, and she congratulated herself
for remembering to drop her panties outside the door. She cooed and pulled the
lust addled mob boss deeper into her cleavage. He started to thrust up against
her, and she tightened her legs around him. After a few moments she leaned back
and lifted the black curtains of her milk bra. Marcus stopped his desperate
thrusting as Lauren's nipples were revealed. A drop of milk beaded on the tip
of her left breast and it drew him in like a magnet.

Soon Marcus was sucking desperately on Lauren. She shuddered and cooed in
pleasure, pounding her hips up and down hard. Despite his incessant suckling,
Lauren did not allow Marcus to take very much milk. She did not want to turn
him into a vegetable. He had a business to run on her behalf. Besides,
withholding her milk drove him into a desperate frenzy that turned her on
to no end.

Eventually she sat back, "Marcus, do you want to cum?" She asked sweetly.

He gasped, "Yes. Oh yes please."

She smiled, "Good. Then beg your Mistress for the right to cum. Beg Mistress
Kim to make you her slave."

He looked mulish. Then Lauren rocked her hips and he groaned. She giggled,
"Look at you. You're absolutely powerless." She pressed her breasts together,
forming a long line of cleavage. Beneath her, Marcus shuddered.

"Ok, Marcus. I'm going to count up to ten. If you can last that long, I'll
let you go. Sound fair?" She giggled.

He just grunted and looked back at her, eyes burning. She just grinned.
"One..." She put her hands on his shoulders and pulled him into the
depths of her cleavage.

"Two..." She started rolling her hips in a wide circle.

"Three..." She whipped her hair around and let Marcus sit back to drink
in the sight of her.

"Fou-" She started.

"Ok ok. Please." He said.

She smiled down at him, "Awww, couldn't even make it to to four, huh?"
Her rolling hips did not let up. "Beg me."

"Pleaseletmecum." He said in a rush.

"What was that?"

"Please let me cum."

"Beg your Mistress to make you a slave."

"Please make me a slave."

She slapped him, "Address me by my title!"

"Please make me a slave, Mistress Kim!"

Her rolling hips intensified, "When I give you permission to cum, all of your
individuality will flow into me. I will own you completely. Do you understand?"

He nodded desperately, "Please Mistress Kim!"

She looked down at him, "Very well. You may cum slave."

He groaned beneath her and started bucking wildly. Her inner muscles milked his
dick for all of its seed, rippling along the shaft in powerful ripples. As they
did she leaned forward and whispered instructions into the ear of her newest
slave. His pliant mind quickly absorbed all the commands she offered.