Large and in charge

"All right," you say, abruptly changing tone to a much firmer, sterner voice. "Come over here, Leah." Leah blinks, looking uncertain, but slowly stands and crosses the room until she's standing in front of your chair. You look up at her coolly, trying to project an air of casual authority.

"You into Derek?" you ask her bluntly. She hesitates, and shrugs.

"I mean, he - he's nice," she says softly.

"Mm. But you don't want nice," you say. It's not exactly a question, but after a long moment she nods anyway. "Yeah," you say, "I saw you trying to tell him he could give you orders. He's too nice of a guy to pick up on that. You're going to have to tell him flat-out...or get what you want elsewhere." Leah blushes and looks down and to one side at the suggestion. You smile and regard her for a second, then play your trump card:

"Take your top off."

"W-what?" She looks back at you directly, blue eyes wide.

"You heard me. It's an order. Take your top off. Now."

For a second Leah stands frozen, staring at you, and you're worried that you've fucked up big-time. But then she swallows and, trembling slightly, reaches down and grasps the hem of her simple orange tank top. In one smooth motion she pulls it up and over her head, letting her huge tits fall free of the built-in cups. She drops the tank to one side as you grow fully erect, smirking as you take in the site of her pale, double-D breasts with their wide pink areolae and nipples already starting to come to attention. You see her start instinctively to raise her arms to cover her chest, then she deliberately drops them to her sides. You grin.

"You want me to boss you around a bit, yeah?" Leah nods silently. "You like the idea of a man being in charge and having his way with you?" Another nod. "You get off on the idea of a man saying nasty things to you?" Another nod, slower but with more emphasis. You laugh. "Good. It's a good thing you know what your place is, given that slutty, fuckable body."

Leah lets out a little gasp at that statement, like she's been shocked, and bites her lip. You can see goosebumps breaking out along her arms and chest and you rise, standing close to her and idly stroking one of her nipples with your thumb.

"Yeah, I reckon you figured out what you were good for once you grew up," you say, deliberately cruel. "With tits like these and an ass like that, it's only logical to conclude God meant you to be a fucktoy. Is that what you've figured out?" Leah swallows again and nods. You grin and raise your fingers to trace her plump pink lips, shiny and slightly sticky with lip gloss. "You've got a mouth built for cocksucking, too. Bet you're better at that than talking, am I right?" Leah nods pathetically. "How many dicks have you blown with this slutty mouth?" you ask her.

"I - I'm not sure, s-sir," Leah stammers. You didn't tell her to call you "sir," but it's a nice touch. You chuckle and push two fingers into her mouth. She instinctively closes her lips around them and sucks gently, eyes half-closing as she focuses on her task.

"What, then was it more than a hundred? Were you the town blowjob whore?" Leah shakes her head, scarlet-faced, but doesn't stop sucking on your fingers. "More than twenty? More than ten?" She shakes her head each time, and you laugh. "Ok, so you know the number, then. What is it?" You pull your fingers from her mouth with a slight pop.

"Mmm. F-four, sir."

"Four..." Leah nods, and you smirk. "Well, I hope at least they took turns." Leah gasps and blushes even deeper, but doesn't have time to dwell on your implication as you pull her gym shorts and panties down unceremoniously. You note with pleasure that she's completely clean-shaven, as you reach forward and slide your fingers along her labia. You grin as Leah stifles a groan and the impulse to thrust onto your fingers. "Wet, as I expected. Boy, you're really into this, aren't you, you little slut?"

Leah whimpers. "Y-yes, sir."

You chuckle and sit back down on your chair. "Turn around and bend over, give me a nice view of your ass," you order. Leah blushes but does so, awkwardly resting her hands on her knees as she looks back to you for approval. The sight of her thick, round ass, with her puffy pussy peeking out between her thighs, is clouding your vision by this point, though, so you give her your approval without words: you just pull your jeans and undershorts down, exposing your hard, fully erect cock. Leah's eyes widen and her lips part, her breath getting a little heavier as she looks at it sticking up from your crotch.

"You'll do, slut," you say huskily. "Get over here."

Slowly, with her gym shorts still clinging to her thighs, Leah crosses the few steps toward you, eyes riveted to your cock. You glance over at Derek - yep, still snoring peacefully. As Leah arrives, you nod to the floor and she instinctually kneels.

"So, slut, what should I do with you?"

"Wh-whatever you want, sir," Leah whispers, seemingly hypnotized.

You laugh. "Good answer. You think I should fuck your needy little cunt?" Leah drops her gaze, blushing red. "You know, I'd like to, but I just don't think it's right. You're still Derek's maid. And you don't want to ditch the poor guy just yet, do you?" After a moment's hesitation, Leah shakes her head, shame-faced. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You're a big softie. Wanna give him a fair shake. Well, fine, let's not cheat on him. I won't be fucking your slutty little holes." You reach forward and grope her tits, squeezing the huge, soft mounds gently with your hands. "You can just use this nice rack of yours to get me off. More like a sex toy than a sex partner, right? Haha." Leah gasps as you lightly slap first one breast, then the other. "Go on, get started. Gonna have to get your tits nice and wet for my cock. Sensitive, too, if you wanna have fun with it."

Leah looks around, momentarily confused. "What should I use to - "

"Jeez, are you a brainless little whore, too? Use your slutty mouth. That's what it's for, lubing things up."

Leah's eyes widen with understanding and, after a second's hesitation, she works up a mouthful of saliva and spits it onto her palms, beginning to rub it into her cleavage. You smirk as you watch her work, gently stroking yourself as well, spreading a thin film of precum over your shaft. "Good girl. More. You'll want it nice and slippery." Leah obediently redoubles her efforts, spitting more onto her hands and even lifting up her massive breasts to spit directly on them. "If you feel like it's hard to come up with saliva, just imagine that there's a nice, meaty cock working its way into your mouth, that ought to work for a slut like you." Leah blushes, and you grin as you notice a thin trickle of liquid running down the inside of one thigh. Damn, this girl gets off on being degraded!

You let her keep going for a minute or so, then when you're fairly sure your dick is wet enough on its own, you ask, "Slippery enough for me, whore?"

"I - I think so, sir."

"Good. Go on and give me a nice tit massage. I'm just gonna lie back and enjoy this." You scoot your hips to the edge of the chair so that Leah can have the best access possible as she kneels between you thighs, then sit back to watch her work. She starts uncertainly, squeezing her tits around your cock and slowly beginning to pump up and down. After a few strokes of this, you order her sharply, "Don't just jerk it like a robot. Put some effort in, change things up."

"Oh, God. Yes, sir." Leah's clearly getting aroused both by your degradation and the stimulation of her breasts. Her breath is coming more and more quickly as she rubs, twists, and squeezes your cock with her tits, working them in more complicated patterns now. Your own breath is starting to come short as you feel your climax approaching, and your hips start almost involuntarily thrusting upward to fuck her cleavage. As you and Leah both gasp, the sound of slapping flesh fills the small bedroom.

Finally, it's too much for you to withstand. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuck Leah," you groan as you cum, spurting your white jism onto her chest. You stand abruptly to get a better angle, shoving Leah back slightly as you rise over her and jerk yourself through your orgasm, spraying cum onto her breasts. Leah starts to open her mouth, but you shake your head. "Not your mouth. You don't get to taste it. Keep it closed." Leah closes her mouth with a frown, then smiles slightly as you generously pull her face forward to give her a shot or two of cum on her cheeks. By the time you're done, she's got several ropes of cum smeared across her breasts and a few dripping down her round cheeks.

"Phew," you say, catching your breath with a little laugh. "Well, that was fun. Did you enjoy that, Leah?" The submissive girl nods shyly, and starts to look around, presumably for something to wipe with. "No no, stay there." You retrieve your phone. "What's your phone number, Leah?" She hesitates, but tells you, and you key it in, making a new contact for her. "Awesome. Hold on now...set it to portrait mode and..." You squat in front of Leah, making sure you get her cum-covered tits in frame. She flinches and blushes as she realizes you're taking a picture, but then apparently deciding to comply, she smiles. "Nah, this isn't a glamour shot. Open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out, like a whore ready to take a cock in her mouth. Maybe next time you'll get to actually do that, huh?" Leah pouts for a second, then slowly complies, sticking her cute pink tongue out as she opens her mouth in a wide O. You snap a couple portrait shots of her like that, mouth open, tongue out, cum-plastered, and set one as her contact picture. "Good little slut."

Standing, you pull your pants back up and put your phone away. Leah starts to look around for something to wipe herself off with.

"Shit, I can't find anything," she mutters.

"You should just blow Derek," you suggest casually.

"Wh-what?" Leah gasps.

"Look, I know Derek's not giving you the orders you want, but he made it pretty clear he's into you. I don't think he'll mind at all. So take his dick out, give it a good suck, and he probably won't wake up until right before he cums. Then you can just pretend the cum is all his. He's still gonna be so drunk he won't know any better."

"Luke! I c-can't just..." Leah blushes.

"Four dicks in there already. Might as well make that whore's mouth useful, right?" You chuckle and tousle her hair. "Anyway, I'm gonna bounce. Good luck with that!"

"I - I - oooohhh!" Leah makes a frustrated sound as you walk breezily away from her, but as you close the door, you see her kneel down by Derek and start to undo his pants. You grin as you shut the door firmly behind you. Ahh, yes, Leah's gonna be a fun person to know, you can tell.

The thought of Leah upstairs desperately sucking off Derek to cover her tryst with you gets you feeling randy again, and by the time you're downstairs you're ready to use one of the party girls. You hunt around a bit and find the curvy brunette with the ring gag in the foyer, whose front is already covered in a slippery mess of saliva and spilled cum. After the dude currently using her is done, you step right up and slide your dick into her very slick mouth, giving her another much-needed deepthroat lesson as she steadies herself with her hands on your belt. You grin as you take in the orgy around you; the crowd has thinned out now, so it's pretty much only people participating. Yang is still going strong up on his platform, having now moved on to a chubby girl with dyed blue hair and moose antlers, who he's screwing in the ass. She seems to be loving it. You let out a sigh as you ejaculate once more down the party girl's throat, then pat her head as she coughs, zip yourself up, and head into the night. It's late, and you should get to bed. Tomorrow's another big day, after all.