The Milf

You decide on the older woman, there was something about her that just made her the obvious choice. “I’ll take the milf” say to Tim, “Really that’s the girl I wouldn’t touch, she’s 45, that’s too old for me” Tim jokes, Tim is almost 10 years older than this woman, who is very blatantly out of his league, you stare incredulously at him wondering how the fuck would he ever get laid with that attitude if he wasn’t in the business of removing the free will from people. “Anyway” Tim says breaking the now awkward silence that had now occurred “Her name is Julie Sharp she has a 3 kids, apparently her youngest is going through university so she signed up for the trial to make some extr” “I didn’t ask for her life story” you say cutting Tim off from his bout of exposition. “Oh of course sir she’s in room 3” Tim then says, “Finally you got to the point” you retort walking into the facility.

After 2 quick knocks on the door, Julie answers “Doctor I don’t think the serum's working I- Mr McCaw sorry I didn’t expect you”, you walk past her into her room. “Mr McCaw I’m sorry I thought it would be the doctor who would come, I never got to say this but it’s really an hon”, “shut the fuck up” you instruct, she does as you ask but he face is a mixture of shock and confusion, shock from your words, confusion as to why she couldn’t say anything and had to stay silent. Pulling the chair out from under the desk you take a seat, “grab me a drink from the fridge”, Julie obeys going to the mini fridge you had put in every room and grabbing a bottle of water for you. After she hands you the bottle of water you open it and throw it on her white blouse, “get me a real drink bitch” you bark at her, her bra and large breasts quickly becoming more noticeable as her white blouse became see through, turning around she returns to the fridge and grabs you a beer. “That’s more like it” you say cheerily as you crack open the cold beer, looking at her face you can see tears forming in her eyes, “for god’s sake stop crying”, she simply nods and blinks away the tears, you take a long sip of your cold beer. After a few sips of beer and grateful eye-fucking of your new plaything, you decide to put your beer down and allow her to get the obvious out the way, “go on say what you’re thinking” you sigh “how, why” she stammers out on a croaky voice clear not used to being treated this way. “The serum isn’t for the cold, it’s to make you do what I want, and why? Because I can” you laugh to her dismay.

You finish your beer with her in silence, after handing her the can to throw in the bin you decide to finally have some fun with your new girl. “Julie, undress for me” of course she follows your instructions, removing her sodden blouse and large bra, you sigh in a somewhat disappointed manner as you see her heavy globes sag, of course it was natural that they would do that, but you had hoped they’d have remained firm and pert. She takes of her shoes and jeans, leaving her in just her underwear, her ass filled out the underwear great, her wide hips made her look fantastic, unfortunately Julie hadn’t known she was essentially signing up to be a sex **** and wasn’t wearing her finest underwear. She pulled them of showing her sex off, her face had gone crimson clearly not comfortable with the situation she was in. You instruct her to turn around taking note of her fantastic body, she was in great shape, sure time has affected her but she still looked like she could keep up with the best of them, finally your eyes settle on her sex and unkempt bush, “there’s shaving stuff in the bathroom go shave that off” you gesture to the hair on her mound, she tries to protest but you told her to be quiet and she has to do as she’s told, she looks defeated as she walks into the en suite.

With her in the bathroom you decide to have a rifle through her clothes, see what she’s brought, unfortunately when signing up for this cold trial, Julie thought she was signing up for an actual cold trial and thus assumed she wouldn’t be having any sex. You sigh in frustration you expected this but it was always a nice surprise if a girl had brought something racy for some reason, you’d even found a few dildos when doing this for other girls but Julie had nothing. You knock on the bathroom door, “Julie?” you inquire “yes” she stammers back scared of what you might ask, “what are your measurements, I’m buying you a new wardrobe, you’re welcome”, she tells you her measurements and you text one of your assistants to buy some racy lingerie and what not for a woman with 34D breasts and the other measurements. Truthfully you had no idea what bra sizes were and what not, you just knew if the tits looked good or not and hers did.

Finally she steps out of the bathroom smooth just liked you asked her to be. “Took your time” you quip, she looks at you in silence, oh yeah she can’t talk unless I’m asking her a question duh, you chide internally, “You can talk” you say, “thank you” she says timidly looking down at her feet, realizing the situation she’s in, “what are you gonna do to me?”