A very thorough dicking

Camille didn’t show up to work the next day, which had Frank worried that maybe he’d got a bit too excited in their last encounter and he had to tone it down… if only just a little. She showed up the day after though, and he breathed a sigh of relief he wouldn’t have to deal with any legal issues for what happened and took the fact that she returned as free reign to really let loose. When he saw her approach on the security camera he had to scramble to look for his wheelchair. He’d left it somewhere…

Once he found it he jumped into it, quickly became frail and rolled over to the front door.

When he opened it up, there she was, looking just as tantalizing as she ever did. She wore a pleated skirt that went below her knees, sensible shows and a loose blouse that did it’s best to hide her expansive bust with moderate success. She had on a red headband that pushed her hair back. He wasn’t even upset he couldn’t see her tits. He would soon enough.

“Ah, Camille, so good to see you again. I was concerned when you didn’t show up for work yesterday.” He said, sounding as benign as he ever did.

She nodded, looking a bit awkward, “Ah, sorry, I had some family trouble I had to deal with. Took up most of the day, but it won’t happen again.” She took a look around the extravagant property, “But I’m back and ready to get back to work.”

She did her best to sound enthusiastic, but Frank heard the falter in her voice like an actor in a commercial that just drank some expired orange juice and had to act like it was farm fresh.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, I hope everything’s okay?” He said robotically.

“It’s fine.” She smiled.

“Camille, I wanted to sincerely apologize for what happened the other day. I don’t know what came over me. I have felt so terrible. It hurts me to even bring it up, but I just hoped that we were okay?”

“It’s okay Mr Albert, I know things probably aren’t the way you would like them either. I’m over it and ready to make progress.”

“Thats good to hear, because my study’s gotten quite dusty”, he said as she rolled him into the house, “I need help in getting in those hard to reach corners. I’d laid out some equipment for you yesterday, it should still all be there. I trust you did the assignment I asked of you?”

“I did, it’s in my backpack.”

“Good, let me take a look at it when we’re in the study. This is going to be a good undertaking you and I are going to perform here. I can’t just leave all this wealth to just anyone, you know? It has to be left to the best of the best, don’t you agree?”

The assignment was to compile a list of every young female she knew as well as their social media pages and list of skills.

“I totally agree.” She said, though in truth she didn’t want any competition, but she wasn’t going to argue with him. If she kept agreeing with him, maybe he’d end up giving it all to her?

They got to his study and he went behind the desk. The ‘equipment’ was an undersized feather duster that really was inefficient at doing anything other than spreading the dust around. It would clean, but it would take far longer than it should.

Camille went into the closet where her uniform had been unceremoniously tossed aside when she left, and worked her way back into them. It was an ordeal in itself as expected, taking almost a full ten minutes, and two of those minutes alone were spent on tying as tight a knot as possible on the back of the uniform, and then she went back outside with her massive juggs nearly falling out of their vastly undersized cups.

Frank’s breathing grew louder when she emerged from the closet and brought back fond memories from a couple days before. His eyes didn’t leave her tits at all.

He reached under his desk and turned up the heat in the house to the max. He then turned on the table fan that pointed only at him, and it cooled him down. In time, the house, and the study, would get very hot. It would be impossible not to sweat. He needed her shiny and slick, and though his instincts were to simply grab a bucket of oil and toss it in the skanks face, he knew he had to take it slow. His master plan was still to figure out a way to fuck her into submission, but how could he dick her down without just getting to the point? He needed to maintain some level of plausible deniability. It was a predicament.

She got to dusting, with a lot less complaints and discomfort than before. That was good. It meant she was starting to learn what she was here for and what he was about, even if she wasn’t willing to say it out loud. That was good because he wasn’t planning on saying it out loud either. He looked through the list of her friends and went to their instagrams, facebooks, youtube channels and even linkedins. He had a separate document open where he’d compile a list of which of the skanks he wanted and what role they’d fill in maintaining his house and upkeep.

“Camille, dear,” He said, “I recall the other day you were talking about your friends that would be most suitable for working here. Why don’t we go through them again?”

While she dusted, mostly with futility with the tiny feather duster, her exposed ass cheeks bounced, and were at their best when she was **** to tiptoe to dust out the higher levels of some of the shelves.

By the time she’d done just fifteen minutes of work she was dripping with sweat, and panting like she’d just worked out.

“It’s kind of hot in here isn’t it?” She said between breaths, wiping off a sheen of sweat from her forehead. “Could we maybe turn it down a bit?”

Frank glanced at her shiny cleavage, looking oiled up, “It’s busted,” He said absently, then went back to scouring through her friends.

Not knowing what else to do, Camille went back to cleaning.

His eyes fell on a blonde girl whose hair was tied in cute pigtails. Like her friend Camille, she had an expansive rack, and that was what drew his attention. Her little heart shaped face looked very expressive, and her swan-like neck made him shift in his seat as a reaction to the sudden twitch of his cock. With a neck of that size there was no way she could handle his girth… he had to get it down her throat.

“Who’s Tiffany?” He asked.

Camille got down for her tiptoes, breathing hard and sending small waves through her exposed asscheeks. “Arts Major at my school, she’s a nice enough girl.”

He almost asked how big are her tits before he caught himself. Unfortunately they weren’t at that level yet… but they would be at some point, once his plans for her today were done.

“Yes…” He muttered, “She does look very nice”

“Sorry I can’t hear you over your fan.” Camille said, somewhat passive aggressively.

“Oh, nothing, get back to your dusting.”

She returned back to cleaning the study, and from the corner of his eye he spotted her attempt to keep one of her tits in her uniform went she bent over to clean a shelf.

It was pretty much how the entire thing went, and as a result it took her almost a full hour to get it done. It was a much more difficult because aside from the inefficient duster, she had to divide half her time between cleaning and the other half trying to not constantly fall out of her top. She was starting to think it was intentionally meant to be too small for her.

He went through the list, marking off names as he went. Tiffany, Maddie, and a bunch of others. Tiffany would be first. She was attractive, in his opinion hotter than Camille, though not by a lot. Unfortunately her tits looked to be a bit smaller, maybe double Ds? Still, not much smaller either. He hoped they had the same amount of jiggle and shake to them.

When he was done, so was Camille.

He turned off the heat, and she was panting and soaked in sweat. The glistening of her body outlined her most erotics curves and bumps. Frank licked his lips at the sight.

“Well done, Camille. The place is spotless! That’s the sort of hard work and can-do attitude I expect from future leaders of tomorrow.”

She seemed genuinely pleased by his praise. He should dish it out more often if that were the case.

He felt his balls churn like he would his stomach growl, and he knew it was time to unload.

“Let me show you something I put together yesterday while you were gone.” He gestured to her and she moved over to push his wheel chair through the mansion according to his directions.

“I was thinking about what happened the other day while you were here--”

“It’s alright Mr Albert, I don’t think about it any more.”

He was a bit upset she was rude enough to interrupt him but put it aside. “Well, I think, maybe you should think about it a bit more. I put some thought into it.”

She wasn’t sure where he was going with it, and she grimaced at the thought that he might be openly coming on to her. She didn’t know what sort of thing he was about to say, but kept pushing the chair down the hall.

“I considered that, unintentional as the entire unfortunate event was… I don’t think you handled it very well.”

“I…” She was taken aback, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Well, 700 million dollars is a lot of money and there are bad people in this world. The sort of people that will take things from you simply because they can.” He pointed at a room door. “That’s the one right there.”

She pushed his wheelchair into the room and the lights came on automatically on entry, and she looked wide eyed at one of the most confusing and debauched scene she could think of.

On the back wall of the room there were two posters hanging down like posters of fighters before a boxing match. One of the posters had a picture of her she recognized from her facebook page, cropped down to show just her face and her boobs. She was mid-dance, one hand held over her heard and smiling brightly off camera. Right below it was a scorecard that read: 0

Beside it was a poster of equal size, which a close up image of the swollen head of Frank’s dick, and from the tip was a large, drooping dollop of sperm. The scorecard underneath was: 1.

The name Camille, and Frank’s cum were written above each poster respectively.

For the first time Camille’s mouth was the one hanging open. She didn’t even know what to say. This was her chance. She could put an end to all of this now and just walk away from the insanity before things got so depraved there’d be no going back… but she didn’t do that. She just stood there.

The look on her face made his dick do a little flop in his loose pajama pants. His breathing picked up in excitement. Finally they were here, he would be able to use her body like he’d wanted to the moment he laid eyes on her.

“What’s… what’s all this?” She asked, and her voice cracked somewhere in the middle.

“Let’s call this a training room. See, what happened the other day was unfortunate, but it opened my eyes to something. I need someone strong at the helm of my money. Someone who can stand up against the dangers of the world. Let me ask you, Camille. Do you think you can protect my money well, if you inherited it?”

The question brought her back to some semblance of reality. She felt like she was standing inside one of the fantasies in his head for a second.

“Yeah… Yes Mr Albert, I do.” She said with a determined expression.

“But, my dear, there are people out there who stand up agaisnt the odds and take what they want. How can you put up any kind of a fight against a determined man when you lost so easily to an inanimate load of cum?” His facial expression was the condescending satisfaction of a man who saw her as vastly inferior.

“I… I…”

“If you cant win to an old mans jizz. You certainly can’t protect my money, and so you’re going to have to have a rematch I’m afriad. We must train you up until you’re strong enough that I feel I’m doing the right thing. I’m sure you understand.”

This was it, she knew. There was no turning back now. She , “I… I think I understand.”

“That’s good, my dear. Very good. We need to recreate the scene from the other day. Whatever you did that triggered that state I was in, you must do it again. I feel terrible about making you do this and I don’t know what reaction I might have, but this is for both our sakes, and for future generations!”

She nodded her head, looking up at him. He spread his legs and ran his hand over his growing bulge. He actually tried not to make it look like he was looking forward to what was about to happen, but he failed terribly.

“Best you take off the pants entirely so they’re not in the way. And we won’t be needing a bath, you can go ahead and just get right to it.”

And she did, pulling off his pajamas and looking down at the flaccid cock lounging between his legs. She didn’t even need to touch it to get it hard. The entire situation was going so according to plan for Frank it started rising on his own with the beats of her gleaming, rising and falling chest.

“Since we don’t have a bath and I’m not wet, you’re going to have to use your mouth to recreate the exact conditions,” He smirked, “If you can do this just right, maybe we can get the same state of affairs.”

Finally, after waiting for so long (a couple of days), Camille was going to get fucked.

She got on her knees in front of the wheelchair and took a hold of the soft penis, which was rapidly hardening.

Frank’s breath caught once her lips touched the mushroom tip. She wasn’t a stranger to blowjobs, but it was still not so enthusiastic.

She bobbed her head up and down as the cock finally reached full rigidity. The large penis filled her hand, and her mouth as she took it down. Frank enjoyed the slow ministrations, looking down to try to see her cleavage past her bobbing head.

“That’s so nice, Cammy,” Frank stroked the brunette’s head, “Try to take it all the way down.”

She actually did try, but only got about five inches of the ten inch dong in before her gag reflex kicked in and she was **** to pull back. She tried again, and failed again, kicking out a soft cough while still stroking the cock up and down.

“Try again,” Frank said, shifting in his seat, lounging in the pleasurable sensation(s).

She did, and he shivered as she was able to take another inch down, and he thought she’d be able to do it, but she failed again, pulling back and coughing.

“I cant…” Her lips were connected to his cocktip by a string of saliva, “It’s too big…”

“It’s okay then, just keep it simple.”

He took the slow blowjob for a good ten minutes, and on the occasion the pleasure got too high, he’d involuntarily buck his hips upward in excitement, pushing the dick up farther into her mouth.

“Let’s try something else,” He pointed to a table set up at the end of the room. “Bring that, and then get on your back.”

Frank watched from his wheelchair as Camille dragged the heavy table across the room, panting from the exertion of it.

“Whats this for?” She asked, looking skeptical.

“Just lay on your back so we can change things up a bit.”

“Okay, but I still don’t think I can take the whole thing into my mouth, I’m sorry but there’s just… no room.”

“Don’t worry dear, you won’t have to.”

He rolled his chair over to her and got to his feet, stroking his dong over her face, watching her chest rise and fall. Her heavy tits were pushed down by the tightness of her maid’s uniform in such a way that emphasized their sheer size and weight.

“Your tits are so huge,” He stared at them as he stroked, “I love that about you.”

“Uuuh… thanks?” From her view, all she could see was the underside of his hairy nutsack.

Without warning, he used his forefinger and flicked the top of the garment. As it was meant to, the cups basically flew off and her udders swung into view, so heavy they fell slightly outward to either side of her. She instinctively tried to cover them up with her arms, not that she’d be successful at it considering their size.

“Come now Cammy, I think we’re past that.”

Reluctantly, she let her arms fall away and he approached, slipping his dick between her warm lips.

“Oooh..” He moaned softly, rocking his hips back and forth and sawing it back and forth. He continued like this at a slow pace and she grew comfortable with the movement.

Then suddenly, he thrust hard walking forward with it, and **** the cock all the way past her throat barrier and pushed it to the limit. It stopped and inch short, and he walked forward, pushing until her bottom lip was on his pubes and his balls rested on her eye sockets.

“MMMMPHH!!!” She was so caught offguard by the forceful intrusion she bucked and twisted in the sexy way she did when she was ****. Her juggs jiggled attractively in the process.

Her sexy struggles kept his dick hard in her throat, and he refused to pull back. He rocked his hips back and forth, pushing the dick up and farther past her lungs.

“Oh! Oh god!” The solid snake had gone so deep he could swear it was touching her pancreas. “Ungh. Your throat feels fantastic.”

He pulled back, then thrust forward again, violently fucking her throat back and forth. He slapped his hands down on her tits to hold himself steady, marveling at how his hands could barely get a grasp of the huge melons.

“Jesus! These fucking tits!” As he fucked her throat, he reached out to her flopping breasts and pinched the nipples, trying to lift them up. Due to the weight of the cans it was difficult to get a good enough grip on the nips to lift up each whole breast, but with enough **** he was able to do it. Soon he was fucking her throat hard while holding up her large breasts with her nipples. Completely dominated, all Camille could do was take the dick in her throat and have her body thoroughly used as a pleasure object.

“Ungh! Fuck yes.” He pushed all the way to the hilt again, then pulled out with a loud *pop*.

“FUUUAA!!!” She sucked in a huge amount of air once the dick was out of her throat. Gripping the sides of the table with both hands to maintain balance and not fall over.

Frank stroked his dick over her face, lost in the throes of uninhibited sexual passion.

“I’m gonna cum soon, don’t swallow it.”

“Huh?” She didn’t get much time to evaluate the situation before he shoved his dick right back into her mouth as a response. He pumped again, less forcefully this time, going back and forth.

“Oh shit, here it cums!”

He unloaded it all in her mouth, dropping ball after ball of thick, gooey semen with all the virility of a porn star hopped up on viagra.

“Don’t swallow it!” He reminded her, not even considering the possibility she might spit it out.

He pulled out of her mouth and walked around her, climbing up on the table.

She lay there with watery eyes and a mouthful of cum as he took a hold of her calves and dragged her into a more comfortable position for him, that is, with her center of gravity as her back, and with her legs in the air.

He pushed them forward so she was basically folded in half, pulled aside the flimsy strap protecting her pussy and plunged his dick right in without a single word.

He fucked her raw, hard and with such **** it shifted the table. It not only rocked back and forth, but moved, centimeter by centimeter with each forceful thrust and pound of his penis into her pussy. As with her throat, he had no mercy or regard for her wellbeing and pushed all the way to the very brim before pulling out again, stretching out her vag.

“Oh my god, your tits are so fucking fantastic.” While fucking her, he would occasionally give a melon a slap just to watch it wobble.

“MMMM!” She tried to say something, but only ended up gargling his cum pathetically.

“Don’t speak with your mouth full, dear.” He continued pounding away at her, while she tried to maintain the cum in her mouth and hold onto the sides of the table.

With each comfortable thrust into her tight, silky pussy he was brought closer and closer to climax. He really didn’t want it to be over, but he wasn’t a young man anymore and couldn’t last as long as he used to. Unfortunately all good things must come to an end.

“Oh shit! Oh shit! I’ve got another load for you bitch.” He pulled out and stood over her, pointing it directly at her so there was no misunderstanding he was about to cover her face.

And then he shot it out, hitting her square in the forehead with a nice stream. Another one hit her on the nose, then on the chin, and then finally her breasts. Once he was done, both her eyes were glued shut with his sperm, and her tits glistened nicely.

“Good lord, I needed that,” He panted, getting off the table and stroking his slowly deflating cock. “You can swallow the cum now.”

She tried to, but after holding it for so long in her mouth, the coagulated jizz, which was already notoriously thick, was even more difficult to swallow and she immediately gagged trying to **** it down. She fell off the table, but kept it in her mouth, shivering as the sperm slid down her throat with much difficulty. It hitched and she choked, wiggling around while trying to get it down.

Frank stood over her, jerking his cock and loving the sight of her being debased by his cum yet again. “This is so great…”

Finally, she swallowed it all, and sat on the floor panting.

He went back to his chair and collapsed into it, sighing deeply.

“That was fantastic, Cammy. I truly needed that release”

“Oh my god…” Was all she could say as she was able to finally catch her breath.

“Tsk tsk… looks like my cum wins again Cammy. You really must work on getting tougher… you’ve lost a fistfight to jizz twice now.”