Saturday? Fucking Finally?

I woke up to the lovely slurping sound of my buxom **** **** and gagging on my hard-on.

I hope I'll never get tired of that. Now I was still reveling in how this was slowly turning into a normal part of my morning routine.

I grabbed the strands of her short, white hair and really, aggressively, fucked her cute head and full lips against my brutish cock.

Fuck, I was all full of energy today, it seemed.

This was going to be a good day.

And her throat was always so warm and wet. And nearly as tight as her pussy.

I climaxed down her throat-pussy with a volumetric fuckton of cum. I gave her all I could produce.

She was coughing and dribbling from her mouth for a full minute, while I slowly came down from this early morning's work-out session and got up.

The rumble in my stomach reminded me that I still hadn't eaten properly.

"How did you like your breakfast, ****?" I jovially asked Gretch.

"ckgh... it was kgh.... it was... was good, master," She said, after she had finally managed to swallow it all down. She even licked up everything that had fallen on the sheets. Damn. She was getting real proficient with eating my cum. Maybe she was scared that I'd scold her for wasting it. "T-thank you for... I- thank you for your... seed."

No, wait... That submissive smile.... She actually looked like she meant it.

Maybe she just didn't... want to waste a single bit of it?

I might have to fiddle with her controls soon, I'm not sure I could handle all this worship and love.

It's always more fun when they put up a fight.

Hmmm... Speaking of putting up a fight...

"Oh yeah, by the way... did Noriko come by your office yesterday? She appeared to be quite steamed at me."

"...Yes, master. She was... quite rude. And said a lot of bad things about you. I lost my patience as well."

"...Meaning what?"

"I... I made it quite clear to her that you're now in charge over hiring and firing, so, she'd... she'd better ask for your forgiveness on... on Monday."

I could see a little tinge of guilt in Gretchen, as she realized that she knowingly sent me another toy to play around with.

"Good, great. Nice job," and with that praise, a huge smile appeared on Gretchen's face again, quickly forgetting about Noriko's impending fate.

When I was about leave my bedroom... a thought struck me.

"Wait... you did this... in your office? I mean, your new office? Maria's office?"

She looked a little frightened by my more serious tone. "Y-yes?"

Fuck. There was one thing I hadn't considered.

It was a minor thing, but it still worried me.

I couldn't be one hundred percent sure that Maria didn't leave any microphones or cameras in her office. Gretchen had done her first sweep, but...

What if there was something still there? It was just really, really well hidden?

That would mean that Maria would get to see or hear the interaction between Noriko and Gretchen. And learn that not only I was the editor now, but Gretchen both defended me and put me in charge of hiring and firing.

Ugh... But did it really matter?

She was bound to learn that I was hired as an editor eventually. I mean she had to. Considering how many people we emailed about this yesterday, it was-

No, it was more than that. Shit. Maybe we informed too many people too fast.

I quickly grabbed my phone, and clicked to a celebrity gossip site.

There it was. It was already publicly known.

"Maria Diamanti leaves Mirage". A small little newsbit at the bottom of the page.

I mean she wasn't a mega-celebrity or anything, but still a fairly notable person. I should have assumed stuff like this was out there already.

I quickly read the "news". But there wasn't much information there. It pretty much just repeated the title, and the fact that they had tried to contact Maria but she wouldn't give any comments at this time.

It even read that... That they've tried contacting Mirage?

"Gretchen, have... Did journalists tried to contact you yesterday?"

"Y-yes master, but... I thought... I thought I shouldn't comment before... before I've discussed it with you?"

Okay. Good. Things were still in my control.

But there was a decent chance Maria had already heard of my promotion. And that, without any further context... she could assume Gretchen betrayed her. And worse than that, I was the puppetmaster or something.

It was time to move to the next part of the plan.

"Listen. Here's what you're going to do next, Gretch. You call Maria, and tell her that you have a vicious plan to humiliate me. You are going to publicly announce that the next editor of Mirage is Jack Dingle. However, that is not the actual truth. That's just something you're lying to me about. This is all just a mean way to get my hopes and happiness up, just so that when you finally crash them... it'll hurt one hundred times as hard. Say a week from now, just before we're about to sign some actual contracts... You'll think of some fun way to take the promotion away from me at the last second and give to one of the more-deserving women instead. Maybe you'll publicly shame me, like you have found out I have a history of sexually harassing people or something, and that's why I was denied a promotion. Also, the magazine would get good feminist publicity, by getting rid of a problematic man and hiring a woman instead. Got it?"

"Umm..." Gretchen sounded a little confused.

I knew it was a lot to take in. But then again, she was used to that with me. Pun intended.

"So that's what you'll tell Maria. After that, if she's ready to talk to the journalists, you both give a mutual statement on why she left. And feel free to inform the journalists that the new editor of Mirage is going to be Jack Dingle. Got it?"

I'm pretty sure that should fix everything... for a while, at least.

"Um... I think I got it, master."

Yeah. Now, even if Maria's office had a secret camera... Maria could just believe that this was all a part of Gretchen's plan to humiliate me.

Still, giving me the authority to fire and hire people... That would be harder to explain...

I hoped it wouldn't have to come to that.

Feeling frisky, I roughly grabbed both of her enormous mammaries. They were so big now, that I couldn't fit all that soft, fleshy goodness fully inside my palms, and were bursting out between my fingers. Gretchen squeaked in surprise, and continued squeaking as I twiddled her pink little nipples around with my thumbs.

No real reason to, just felt like it.

That was a way too long a conversation to have with a hot, curvaceous, submissive, sexy, naked woman and not feel those titties up.

The bewildered woman was soon moaning and ahhing from the nippleplay alone, sounding almost the same as when I penetrated her multiple times yesterday.

Guess the bitch had been on edge for the whole night through.

"You know what? I probably should let you go for now. I'm guessing you have a zillion new responsibilites as the new head of the magazine. And I have stuff to do also. But don't worry. I'll play with you later tonight. In fact... Listen closely. Here's what I want you to get before you arrive..."

After playing around with her soft and fat breasts for five minutes more, I left the stunned woman laying on my bed in a painful, near-orgasm state, and exited the bedroom.

It was kinda fun how I could edge her so hard just by playing around with her boobies.

It was painfully obvious how much she would have wanted me too keep going further, and play around with her pussy as well. But I had to give her points for not actually asking me to do more. That would be selfish for a ****.

And, honestly... She was acting like a good ****. That would eventually get her rewards... if she was patient enough.

Speaking about learning...

I found my wife snoring on my couch, dribble running from her mouth to the armrest.

Just as I was about to yell at her... I turned to the dinner table.

Now this...

This didn't look too bad.

It actually looked freaking delicious.

I loved the thought of Michelle slaving away at this in the wee hours of the morning. And I knew... I knew that she had to have used that housewife dress when going into the store.

I knew that because I hid her normal clothes.

The sleeping woman was still red and ruffled-looking from the experience.

Also... I'm sure it wasn't any accident that she was sleeping on her stomach.

I carefully lifted her dress a little bit.

Yup, her ass was still all red and glowing.

Probably a big motivator in giving me the best breakfast possible.

But...

This was still far from perfect.

I guess wife-training is never an easy job.

I woke her up by loudly clearing my throat.

"KRH- What the f- What the fu-..." She was quickly waking up, and registering her surroundings. After she saw me there, towering over her... She had the good sense to swallow all those nasty, un-wifelike cursewords down her throat

"I could see you really did your best here, wifey. That plate... it looks delicious."

Her face instantly flushed, as her lower body twitched strangely.

Yeah, it was the effect of that new upgrade. Her body was now experiencing the joy of being praised by her husband.

I didn't know what the actual sensation was like, but based on her movements, I'm guess it felt like each word felt was a dick plunging deeper and deeper into her pussyhole. Grinding and ponding her and licking her clit at the same time. She was barely able to hold in a moan; the instant sex attack she felt was probably confusing the hell out of her.

I watched in fascination as her twitching took a long time to stop. She even closed her eyes and smiled, like she was suddenly exported to some kind of distant pleasure realm.

But that lasted only for a few seconds, and her soul soon returned to her body, breathless and stunned. She was barely able to speak, but I could hear a very quiet "thank you" escape from her lips.

However... I wasn't done with testing this upgrade yet.

"However... You still failed."

And, suddenly... The sensation that hit her was the complete opposite. She winced in pain, closed her eyes and held her stomach, as if I had just delivered a mighty blow.

"First of all, you clearly anticipated my waking time wrong. The food is cold. There are unwashed dishes everywhere. You should have welcomed your husband to the table, not snore like a goddamn animal on my couch. Also... It looks like you've eaten your breakfast already. Before me. Before your husband. How arrogant. All in all... I'm very disappointed in you, Michelle."

"Ow ow oww!" She finally groaned in pain, as my words delivered the final blow. Her whole body nestled into a roll on the couch, and she suddenly looked like she was ill with fever.

"So..." I walked over to the table, picked up the dinner plate, and pulled out the nearest trash can.

That made Michelle react lightning fast.

"NO! Please! NO! I'm- I'm ss-ss-sor- rghhh!" she tried her best to apologize, but her prideful nature wouldn't allow it. Instead... She went the other way. Shouting angrily at me. "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!!", she sat up, frothing at the mouth. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I HAD TO DO FOR THAT? I SLAVED OVER IT FOR YOUR ASS, LIKE- LIKE NOTHING I'VE EVER DONE, AND- AND-"

"Seriously? Few eggs and a few potatoes? Your hardest work ever? Jesus, Michelle. You've been coddled your whole life. Your sister, your mother, Maddy, me... Nobody ever expected you to do anything properly. You just got by on your pretty looks. I bet the only thing you thought about while making this... was that it "looked good enough"? And with that... you were satisifed?", and then, unceremoniously, I dumped her work of art into my dumpster.

She doubled over and fell on to the floor, groaning in agony.

I stepped closer to her, just so that my shoes filled her vision. Reminding her that her place was at my feet.

"From now on... Your satisfaction doesn't matter. My satisfaction... Is your satisfaction. And it looks like your body knows it better than you do."

"Rggghhhhhh!!!" the woman groaned angrily at me, probably in too much pain to form proper English right now.

With those words... I left her hot and frustrated body rubbing against my living room floor, trying to make the bad feeling stop and somehow make sense of everything that was happening to her in this apartment.

..Hey, this wasn't easy for me either.

My stomach was rumbling like crazy now. I had to throw that delicious-looking plate away just to make a point.

No food could ever compare to the satisfaction of watching her learn a hard lesson in husband-pleasing.

Now to see her sister. I had to make sure that literal bitch wasn't causing trouble in her neighborhood.

...Okay, maybe I'll stop at McDonald's first.