He takes the offer

Dean slows his car down and pulls over to the side of the road when he arrives at his destination. He stays in the car instead of getting out, taking out his cyberlink and re-reading the string of messages that he had with Clarissa. She sent Dean a text about an hour after his video call with Max. By then, he had already jerked off on his own twice as he was waiting for the promised time.

'Do you want to do it in your office or my home?' was what Clarissa wrote.

'Why do you ask?' Dean wrote back, curious.

'Master thinks you might need the privacy'

Dean thought for a bit and decided that he'd come to Clarissa's place. Max was right, if his other mercs got wind on this, weird rumor might come up. And so here he is, in front of Clarissa's apartment complex nearly three in the morning. The street is deserted and the cold wind is blowing, but thankfully the heater on his old model still worked well.

After steeling himself, Dean gets out of his car, locks the door and checks the surroundings one last time. He then heads towards the entrance of the apartment complex and enters the code on the keypad to open the door. Clarissa gave him the code for her apartment long ago, which only gives him access to the stairs and corridors. He makes his way towards Clarissa's unit, various kinds of thoughts and mood crossed his mind. Standing silently in front of the door for a few moments, Dean draws a deep breath before he rings the bell. Nothing happened for a while until finally the door opens, revealing the person he's been looking forward to meet.

Clarissa is wearing a white crop top, exposing her taut belly. On her bottom half there is a pair of black yoga pants which hugs her slender legs and generous ass snugly. Her blonde hair is wet, and it looks like she has just got out of the shower. Clarissa is looking at Dean with her bright green eyes, her face not betraying any emotion.

"You're here," she says with a level tone as she steps aside to let Dean enters her apartment, "come on in"

Dean quickly walks inside, wanting to escape the cold night air on the corridor. Clarissa closes and locks the door after him, and then she walks past, her bare feet make soft pitter-patter against the wooden floor. Dean watches her ass moves as she walks ahead of him, feeling a slight arousal in his groin. Dean shakes his head, it is not the time to think about that just yet. He quickly removes his shoes before walking forward and speaks towards Clarissa.

"So, um... What happened during the job?"

First thing first, Dean needs to know what caused Clarissa to switch her allegiance to Max. Even though Clarissa had only been under Dean's care for relatively short time, he knows she's not the type to betray her employer, even when she's **** to do so.

Clarissa stops and turns to look at Dean. The man expected a look of regret, or maybe even a smirk of defiance. But to his surprise, she still doesn't express any feeling whatsoever. Her face is blank and neutral, as if her situation is something trivial. She looks at him in silence for a while as in deep thinking before answering.

"I was captured when I scouted the place before the interview. It was over before it even began"

"You were captured and brainwashed? Is that what you're saying?"

"I can't tell you anymore than that, master forbids me from telling you his secret," Clarissa replies monotonously.

"Master? You mean Max?"

"Yes. Max is my master," Clarissa said before turning and starts walking again towards her bedroom, "he also told me if you insist on knowing the details, I am allowed to refuse and kick you out"

Dean quickly follows Clarissa into the bedroom, "wait! I won't press that subject, but I have one more question. Why did Max offer me to fuck you for the last time?"

Clarissa sits down on her bed, facing Dean and simply shrugs at his question, "I was not informed. I just follow his orders, he doesn't need to tell me the reason unless he wants to"

Dean looks at the woman before him and feels a pang of sympathy for her. Her brainwashing must be so severe that she only focuses on obeying her new master, without thinking too much about anything else. She might have forgotten all about her past life and the people she knew before.

"So, how do you want to do it?"

Clarissa's words bring Dean out of his thoughts. She is staring at him with a stoic expression, as if she doesn't want to waste any time. Her question caught him off-guard.

Dean mumbles, "um, uh..."

Clarissa, seemingly impatient with Dean's non-answer, grabs the hem of her crop top before lifting it upwards, revealing her bare ample bosom. She doesn't wear any bra, quite surprisingly. Dean's eyes are immediately drawn to her twin globes of flesh, and his dick is beginning to harden. Clarissa notices Dean's reaction and grabs his wrist to pull him close, before pushing his hand against her breast.

Dean instinctively squeezes her boob, feeling its softness and firmness with his fingers. Clarissa lets out a satisfied moan, her nipple is already stiff and poking out from her areola. Though their position is a bit awkward, that Dean needs to bend his back a little and reach down to fondle her breasts, that doesn't seem to bother him that much. Dean starts to flick and rub his thumb across the pink nubs, causing Clarissa to gasp and whimper.

Dean is surprised at Clarissa's vocal response to his touch. He doesn't expect that from the usual Clarissa that he knew. 'Perhaps it is the effect of the brainwashing', Dean thinks, 'she is more sensitive to stimulation now'.

"Mmh... Please use me however you want," Clarissa pleads with her dark green eyes staring directly at Dean, "my body is yours to play with, until your time is up"

Dean feels his dick growing stiffer at her words, "and when is that?"

"Two hours. That's how long master permits you to do it," Clarissa replies, "well... How do you want me to do it? Want me to suck it?"

Dean grunts at the mental image of Clarissa wrapping her plump lips around his thick dick, engulfing it whole and sucking it down to the base. He imagines her tongue swirling and lapping his tip, drinking his precum while giving him pleasure he's never felt before.

"S-suck me off, please," he stutters a reply.

"Very well"

Clarissa quickly grabs at Dean's belt buckle and quickly unfastens his trousers. Once done sliding down the zipper, she reaches in and pulls out his already erect cock from the opening. She then starts to stroke the member in her hand. When Dean stands up straight, his cock comes face to face with Clarissa who's sitting on her bed.

"You're so big, Dean. It's amazing," she coos as she pumps his rod rhythmically with her fingers, "if you had taken me out to dinner a few times, then maybe we could've reached this point sooner"

"R-really? Ah..."

She teases him with her words, before sticking her tongue out and lick the bulbous tip. It definitely works, as Dean's meat stick goes as hard as it can possibly be. The feeling of her wet tongue rubbing against his sensitive head feels great. She licks around the crown of Dean's dick, taking her time to let the man enjoy every single sensation he is experiencing. When she decides that his cock has been teased enough, she lowers her head and sucks him in.

Clarissa wraps her lips around the shaft and slowly bobs her head up and down. Dean shudders at the feeling of her warm, slick mouth enveloping his cock. He can hear her breathing heavily through her nose, while her tongue is continuously massaging his dick as she works her mouth up and down. He gasps as he feels her hands touch and fondle his nut sacks. Her hands are rather rough and calloused due to her trainings and jobs, and yet it still feels good when her firm hands caress his balls.

It is not long before Dean is ready to explode. He pushes her head towards his crotch, burying his length all the way inside her mouth. Clarissa gagged as his dick goes into her throat, but she holds her ground and continues to swallow his throbbing prick. She even grabs the back of Dean's waist for support. Dean finally groans and cums inside Clarissa's mouth and throat, filling it with his spunk. The blonde mercenary doesn't try to back out and instead stays still as she drinks the white fluid in, though some of it trickles out of the corner of her lips.

When he finishes spewing his cum into her throat, Clarissa lets go of his dick and takes it out of her mouth. She swallows all the semen in her mouth and then wipes the leftover from the side of her lips before licking them clean with her tongue.

"You taste good, Dean," Clarissa comments.

"Ah, thank you..."

Dean's cock is still rock solid after the blowjob, not showing any sign of going down. His shaft is covered in spit and cum, but Clarissa doesn't seem to mind. She lifts her butt for a moment and pulls down her yoga pants to her knees, revealing her bare vagina as Clarissa also doesn't wear any panties down there. Dean gulps as he stares at the moist slit that greets him. A thin patch of light brown hair above her pussy, along with a trail of droplets of her juices can be seen between her thighs.

Clarissa spreads her pussy with one hand, "if you want to use this hole, you need to use a rubber. Master doesn't want to risk me getting pregnant from your seed"

"Uhh... I don't bring one," Dean admits awkwardly.

"There's a pack on my bedside table," Clarissa replies as she completely takes off her yoga pants.

Dean turns and locates a small box of condoms on the bedside table. He grabs and opens it, finding only a couple of unused latex rubbers in the box. As he is inspecting the content, Clarissa sneaks up behind him and gives him a hug, pressing her naked body against his. He can feel her perky tits on his back, while her pubes brush against his ass cheeks. She then places her hand over his chest and travels it downwards, reaching the front of his still-open pants and grasp his dick and balls in her hands, hard. Dean groans, feeling her fingers wrapping tightly around his gonads as she strokes his shaft firmly.

"You turn your back towards me, Dean," she says as she squeezes his manhood in her grip, "master said you would. He said it would be easy for me to kill you, as you trusted me. It seems he was right"