Do the smart thing

In the after glow of a massive orgasm I find some mental clarity. With immortality I have all the time in the world but I can't afford any early mistakes. Too bold and I might end up some science experiment in Area 51, and not bold enough might mean I'll never get my supersized Playboy Mansion. As I stand up and fasten my belt I decide to protect myself from the one thing even God must fear... the IRS.

"Miss Patricia, tell me who handles your taxes. I'd think you're wealthy enough to have a personal accountant right?"

"Master, I actually have an old friend work all that financial stuff for me, she's part of a small outfit downtown. Here let me jot down the address."

Patricia gets up and rummages around the room for a pen and paper. After scribbling she hands me the note, seemingly oblivious to the state of her face still coated in cum. Her hand sinks down under her skirt and she says,

"You're not leaving now, are you master? Please fuck me before you go!"

I smirk as you reach into her purse and grab her car keys.

"Sorry but I have my priorities. You and Miss Lexa clean this house top to bottom and get a bed ready for tonight, I think we'll need it. If you finish your chores before I get back I want you two to keep each other edging ready for tonight. Now give your friend a call and let them know I'm on my way."

I walk out of the room seeing disappointment hanging on my maids' faces, but I focus on the task at hand. This will be a real test of my powers I think as I hop in Patricia's new, high trim, black SUV. I head downtown and find the address written on the note. Parking in front I inspect the sign: Davis And Sheer Consulting. Grabbing a folder of documents and walking inside I find myself in a well kept, upscale office. Large windows illuminate the reception area with afternoon sun. I see 2 doors and a large wooden desk built into the ground with an extremely heavyset young woman behind it. The receptionist looks up as I approach and I get a good look at her. Woof, what a dog, this girl fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down. Well it should make this first part easier.

"What's a beautiful woman like you doing sitting at a desk? Shouldn't you be on a runway somewhere?" I say as I lean onto her desk and place my hand on the receptionist's.

Yeah it's cheesy and I'm laying it on a little thick but judging by her reaction she doesn't get many compliments and isn't used to men hitting on her. She blushes and averts her eyes, glancing at the hand to hand contact. Her mind whirring, she clearly has no clue about the sigil I'm applying to her that will change her life forever.

"M.m.m.m...may I help you s.sir?" She finally manages to speak through the embarrassment.

"How about we start with your name, lovely" I say, unrelentingly caressing your hand. I think my spell is almost complete.

"My n.name? Ohh, it's Tiffy. I'm sorry what did you say you were doing here aga-" her question cut short. Tiffy was under your sigil.

"Tiffy tell your boss that I'm here on behalf of Patricia Anderson. And don't move from this spot, I'll be back soon to whip you into shape."

Tiffy looks confused, but complies quickly. She points me in the direction of the door labeled Sheer. I knock once and let myself into the spacious, modern office. Closing the door behind me, I'm greeted by a mature and prim black woman pouring over some paperwork. She glances up and greets me with a smile.

"Cindy Sheer, a pleasure. I heard you were an associate of Patricia? How can I help you?"

"No Cindy the pleasure is all mine, having such a stunner helping me out. Here let me show you some of my financials."

I place the folder on the desk and explain my situation in general terms. As we start examining the documents I make my move. I stand up and position myself at Cindy's side, gently placing my hand on her shoulder as I point out somethings on the paper in front of us. She seems visibly annoyed with my touch but is willing to put up with it to help a client: this proves to be a mistake by her. By the time we get through the second form she's been enthralled.

The conversation comes to an abrupt end as I command her to stand and undress. I look over my new mindslave's body and grin. Cindy has been taking care of herself for sure. She's a bit younger than Patricia but not by much, definitely still falling into the MILF category with a similar body type. Her bust is a bit more modest but her ass is huge and juicy. I spend a few minutes tightening up various loose spots and removing blemishes. Soon she looks to be a woman in her prime, curvy in all the right places. Cindy has been silent and obviously confused throughout this whole process but finally decides to speak up.

"Um I'm not sure what the hell it is you think you're doing but something tells me you aren't just a friend of Patty's. Why don't you stop rubbing me down and explain yourself."

Ooh, she's a bit more feisty than I thought. Maybe the others I've taken control of were naturally more subdued. I chuckle to myself and tweak my sigil so that she is submissive and very horny. After a firm slap on the ass I stand and face her eye to eye.

"No I won't explain myself, not just yet. Not until you address me properly-" I reach out and briefly caress her cheek before grasping Cindy around her throat and pulling her close. "-as Master."

Her knees buckle at the command, obviously the sigil working it's magic and making her a needy slut. My grip loosens on her neck and my hand shifts to her back, pinning her down onto the desk. Cindy tries to defiantly stare me down, obviously **** back an attempt to give in. I smile and with one hand pinning her down I start slapping her fat ass. After a few hard slaps I move my hand to the entrance of her pussy and start probing her folds, already sopping wet. I pump my fingers deep until I hear Cindy let out a squeal. I pull my hand out and give her another hard slap on the ass and say,

"If you want my cock, beg for it slut!"

"Please Master I can't take any more. I want your cock! I NEED your cock Master!"

I giver her one more slap square on the ass which elicits another squeal before I move behind her and undo my belt, dropping my pants. My dick is as hard as steel as I line it up with her snatch. Cindy is so turned on my dick slides in with ease as I push myself in balls deep. Once I'm lodged to the hilt I extend my arms out and leverage myself so I am pressing her roughly onto the desk with me on top. That's when I start pumping mercilessly. I slamming my cock into this bitch as hard as I can, so hard I lose myself in the moment. A truck could crash through the window in front of us and I wouldn't notice. I doubt Cindy would notice either as she's been reduced to a blubbering mess that can't do anything except scream "Master!" and accept my cock. After a minute I already feel her tensing around my dick as it repeatedly disappears into her large chocolate behind, prompting her to cum and scream even louder. I reposition myself so I can get a better view of her ass and give it another harsh slap. This continues until her black ass is almost beet red. I'm pounding away, and each stroke brings me closer to climax. As I feel my balls start to tighten I hear from behind me,

"What in God's name is going on here? Cindy what do you think you're doing right now? And who are you?"

I whip around and see a man about my age but obviously built dressed in a fine business suit. So much for the smart thing!

I launch myself at the man, but he easily throws me off and makes a run for his office. I quickly use my bodysculpt ability to make myself bigger and faster, like an NFL linebacker. I charge at the confused man who is fumbling at the phone attempting to dial 911. After a flying tackle I pin him down and apply my sigil. As I sit on a catatonic man, half naked and with painful blue balls, I realize that what I thought was going to be a quick trip to the accountant turned into a major mess.