Superfan

I didn’t truly care about Roger Heathersly, or his two-timing. I just wanted him to stay with his wife in Segia, and thought I’d have some fun. It certainly was fun. Humiliating the weak man had been almost as entertaining as the excellent blowjob. Once I had finally cum down Lydia’s throat (and on her face, and on the floor, which she licked up), I left for home.

I spent the rest of the afternoon executing some more of my plans, directing my various businesses and contacts to further cement my control of global politics and economics. I acquainted myself with Ruby’s fellatio abilities while I was working, which I found to be decent, though not as good as Audrey or Lydia. She seemed to be adjusting somewhat well, though I would need to spend some more time with her eventually to really cement my control. After another excellent dinner and an assfuck of Audrey, I went to sleep.

Audrey took better to her toilet duties in the morning, managing to not spill any piss. I completed my morning routine, and was just opening the door to the limo to go about my day when I was interrupted. A beautiful brunette in a cut-off hoodie that showed a lot of underboob, a very small pair of shorts, and fishnet leggings ran toward me. It was her large tits bouncing that drew my attention; I had learned to tune out a woman’s incessant shouting. Soon enough, she reached me, and immediately dropped to her knees.

“Sir, I’m such a big fan! I’m the chair-slut of the Segia Sluts Fanclub for Leonardo Segeste!” The girl spoke with peppiness and enthusiasm, and she gazed at me with adoration that I was used to seeing from my slaves.

It was interesting that a fan club would form around sexually worshipping the celebrity in question, though I supposed it made sense for Segia. I leveled an intimidating stare at the slut before me and said, “And why did you think you had the right to disturb me?”

She looked deeply ashamed of herself at this. “My deepest apologies, sir! I had hoped to become your sex ****, to serve you in any way you require. I’m sorry for disturbing you, I’ll leave right away if you want!”

That was nothing special. Almost any girl in the city would jump for the opportunity to be my ****. To decide if this one was worth taking, I needed to put her commitment to the test, without any influence from me. With this in mind, I whipped out my cock and began to piss on her face without a word. To her credit, she immediately opened her mouth and began to swallow every time it filled up.

My fun was interrupted yet again by another woman yelling. After it continued for a while, I decided to pay attention “-llegal, disgusting, violates decency laws! Rich men think they can just do whatever they want without any consequences! Someone needs to call the police!”

I stopped pissing, leaving my cock hanging out, and glanced over at the source of the angry screeching. A beautiful curvy redhead, maybe a few years older than me, was the one doing the screaming. I took in her angry face and conservative (for Segia) clothing, and quickly came to an opinion about her. When she finally ran out of breath, she looked around, seeing that none of the various bystanders that had stopped to observe the scene were calling the cops. One woman reached for her phone, but the man beside her whispered something in her ear, and they both quickly walked away.

The angry woman turned back to me, seeing that I had stopped pissing in my slut’s mouth. Her expression of shocked outrage was quickly replaced with one of fear when she took in my eyes, filled with fury. She took a step back, then another. I quickly put a stop to that.

“Come here.” The words were spoken with the full **** of a Command, and she obeyed immediately, almost involuntarily. “Get on your knees.”

She did so, getting right next to the still-kneeling girl I had just been using as a toilet. Her terror only increased as I towered over her, and she took in my massive flacid cock. “I- I…”

“What’s your name, cunt? Where do you work?”

“M-My name’s Jane. Jane Cunsworth. I- my husband… I’m a-” she finished in a small voice, “housewife.”

I stared down at her. “What has your husband been teaching you, that you would speak like that to a man?”

At this, she seemed to regain some strength. “My husband and I don’t believe in any of that bullshit! We-”

“Shut up,” I told her. “Open your mouth. Don’t swallow, but keep it in there.”

“Wha-”

I let go of my bladder releasing the piss that I had been holding in. I let it out in full ****, not only filling her mouth, but also completely soaking her face, hair, and blouse in urine. She just knelt there, eyes closed, and let the piss fill her mouth. I kept pissing on her for a solid minute and a half. When I was finally done, I told the other slut to suck me off. She quickly complied, wrapping her pillowy lips around my shaft. She managed to fit quite a bit down her throat, **** herself as she took in as much as she could. When she came up for air, she licked around my cock and balls, her tongue wonderfully nimble. As skilled as she was, I eventually got bored, and started facefucking the bitch.

“GLUKH! GLUKH! GLUKH! GLUKH!”

I quickly discovered she had no gag reflex, as I took her even further on my shaft. I managed almost to the base. Her makeup was running, and involuntary tears were running from her eyes, but she didn’t struggle at all. She instead occupied herself with squirting onto the sidewalk like her pussy was a hurricane.

I didn’t feel like standing on this city street forever, so I allowed my climax to build. Once I was ready, I pulled out of the one bitch’s mouth, turning to the other. A torrent of sperm emerged from my balls, coating the bitch’s face, as well as her hair and her entire front. And her skirt. I let the last few massive spurts fall on the sidewalk, indicating that my fanclub president should lick it up.

“Your name is Sluttycunt now,” I told the former Jane with a Command. “You will keep the cum and piss on you, and the piss in your mouth, until you can find ten guys to fuck your soiled body. Pussy and asshole. After that’s done, you’ll wash it off, and fuck ten more guys. Ask each of them for the most humiliating name for you that they can think of. Then you’ll go to a tattoo parlor and get each phrase tattooed prominently on your body. After that, you’ll go to a public toilet to be a urinal for any man who walks in. If he wants to fuck a filthy cunt like you as well, you’ll comply. You’re to leave only between 3:00 a.m. and 5:00 a.m. so your husband can feed you, but you can’t fuck him. You’ll do this for three years.”

She was quaking in fear at her fate, but I had no doubt she would obey. It was physically impossible for a woman to disobey me when I wanted them to follow my commands. I waved her off, and looked up to see someone had finally called the police. I flashed them my Sapphire Card, and they nodded and walked away. I turned back to my chair-slut.

“What’s your name?”

She answered eagerly, having finished licking up my seed from the pavement. “Marlene, if it pleases you, sir. You can change it if you want, or call me whatever you like.”

I laughed. “Marlene will work for now, though you may hear ‘cunt’ more often. Are you owned by anyone?”

“No sir.”

“That’s about to change. You’re mine now, Marlene. Maybe I’ll pay a visit to this fan club of yours at some point.” She had proven her worth in her ability to obey without any prodding, and her beauty and sexual skill. She would make a good ****. I told her about the tattoos she would get, and her duties as a ****, and then I finally climbed into the limo.