Getting clean & mean

I had a nice dream. Well, it was one of my favorite repeating ones. I was the one running the "Mirage", and I had all the women at my beck and call. In fact, I was getting a nice blowie from my secretary Maria, when I started waking up...

...To an actual blowie in real life. Seriously, the best way to wake up. Try it. It's like all the angels descended to bring you peace and happiness on a new, sunny day.

Gretchen was lapping my dick like a cute little kitten. She wasn't sucking on it, she gave it loving, tender kisses and licks. Which felt all nice and warm inside my body, but it wasn't what I asked for. I lifted up the blanket, and saw her surprised face. She was still a mess. She either didn't dare to shower herself clean yet, or was too tired to do so. Either way, she looked well fucked. Her mascara had ran all over her face, and her body was riddled with caking, dried up cum.

"I asked for a sloppy blowjob."

She nodded meekly, and slowly placed her whole mouth on my dick. Perhaps she was just trying to wake me up nicely? Starting off slow and then building up? Didn't matter. I liked ordering her around more.

So she began to deepthroat me. Slowly. She was still trying to get used to my size, and not gag. But it was too slow. I had things to do and people to see. So I grabbed the back of her head, and started fucking her face. Gave her some much needed speed. And sloppiness too, drool and precum soon started to leak out of her face. Perhaps she was even **** a little bit, because her eyes started to roll backwards again. But I knew she loved that now.

I didn't want any unfortunate accidents, so I came fairly fast. This time, all down her throat. My huge load. I think she tried swallowing half of it, but couldn't possibly finish the whole thing. I let go of her head, and she plopped of my dick with ****. She immediately started hacking and spitting up globs of my cum on the bed. I could punish her for that. But I couldn't really actually blame her, no way she was used to eating that much cum. Yet.

"Koh... Oh God... Has anybody ever told you, that you cum like... inhuman amounts?"

"Oh yeah. Lots of people", I lied. Loving the look of confusion on her face, trying to think how many women I must have mounted already. And she was just one of them. "Alright. I'm up. Let's go take a shower. You are going to wash me clean."

"Wash... O-Okay."

There's nothing like having your bitchy boss scrub every piece of your dirty body in the morning shower. Quite heavenly. And she did it very tenderly, almost like she actually cared about making me clean. Though I made extra sure that her main focus was my dick and balls. They needed to be pristine. And she did do a good job of it, rubbing them with soap and getting rid of her own pussy smell. She even gave them little licks, without me asking. Either she knew I would, or...

God. I wanted to fuck her face again, but I couldn't do that all day. I had plans to put in motion.

"Listen, cumdump. You'll be telling Sophie and Ulla today that you have a very important assignment, and can't devote any time on their texts for the next short while. So you have given the editor's function to me, your most senior writer. They need to understand, that all texts from now on, need my approval. Got it?"

She stopped cleaning my genitals and turned her eyes towards the floor.

"Why?"

I slapped her cheek with my dick. That got her to look up again. "Are you seriously still asking questions? Just tell me that you understand."

"...Yes. What about... Lana?" (GRETCHEN: +2SP) (+67SP)

Wait, that got her two points? Huh. Guess abusing her job was a bigger deal to her than abusing her body. What a trooper.

"I'll deal with Lana. Speaking of which. Has she messaged you today?"

"...Yes. She's still sick."

Fuck. I had to deal with this directly.

Gretchen looked up again. "What do you mean... You'll deal with her?"

Hmm. Was that a hint of jealousy I heard in her voice? I think I loved it.

I pulled Gretchen up by her hair, until she was eye level with me.

"That's none of your fucking business. You just deal with Sophie and Ulla. Oh, and a word to anyone else... And we're done."

I let her go, and she fell back to her cleaning duties. She put on an unhappy face, and grabbed the sponge in her hand.

"Oh and one more thing. I'll be taking the day off. So cover for me and stuff."

She sighed, and just nodded. Soon the sponge was tenderly scrubbing my ballsack again.

Oh what a nice life I was building for myself. And if this kept up, I was sure to have the cleanest genitals in the whole city.

Maybe next she should lick my ass clean?

So. Yes. It was stalking time again.

I knew where Lana lived. So it was a matter of having good eye contact with her front door and looking inconspicuous. Luckily there was such a spot. Some bushes near the side of the driveway. I could stay there and not even worry about any onlookers seeing me. Now it was just a case of waiting. And luck. Luck in the sense of "God I hope she goes outside today". Because thinking about Lana, I think that's the only way I get progress with her. I need to confront her face to face and make her accept what happened two days ago was a good and natural thing.

I brought food with me. Couple of sandwiches and a coke. I hoped I didn't need more. But it could be a long day.

As I was just settling into my bush, my phone pinged. It was from... Maddy?

"Hey. Jack. Listen. I feel super horrible about what we did to you. I haven't been able to sleep these last two nights. I'm not even mad anymore at what you said we should do about your boner. Of course it was stupid thing to say, and I hope you regret it, but I mean we hurt you like nobody else has probably ever hurt you. So maybe that joke was justified. I just... I don't know. All these feelings somehow just came back to me after I saw you. I really really want to be friends again. I miss your jokes. Your laugh. Please. Please tell me what I can do to make this up to you."

Alright, excellent. The empathy was still working, even on its own. No way was I going to make this easy for her.

"Thanks for the message, Maddy. No, I don't think we can ever be friends again. I'm sorry. You betrayed me. I cannot be friends with someone like that. At least it's very hard for me to imagine what that would be like. And I don't know if there is anything big enough you can do to make it up for me."

I thought it might be better to play really hard to get.

":(. Don't say that Jack. Please. That just kills me. I really really want to make it up to you. Even if it takes my lifetime. Just give me one more chance :("

Hmm. I could start ordering her around... But honestly, I really wanted to see what she would come up with on her own first.

"So tell me. What do you think would make up for a year of heartbreak?"

She didn't answer for a minute.

"What if. I sent you a nude? You know, not as a sexual thing between us. Because I'm still 100 percent lesbian. But something for your spank bank, permanently? And as a punishment to me?"

Okay. It was still kinda mild, but I wasn't going to refuse a nude pic from my childhood crush. No way.

"We'll see. It's a start."

I waited. I waited. I waited. I-

PING!

Holy moly. She really did it. Thank you Gods of Guilt Tripping!

That's how I always pictured her tits. And now I had a proof of it. Oh yeah. Definitely bank material.

"Alright Maddy. I'm not giving up on you yet."

":) :) :) :) :)"

"But next time, I want both you and Michelle in the picture."

She didn't answer that. As I knew she wouldn't. That would be a big discussion between them. But I gave this like a 80 percent chance of success. I think.