Clocking In: From Wife to Bitchy Slut

Donald and his wife, Natasha, had been married for five years, but counting from when they started their relationship, the two had been together for a decade. There were ups and downs in their relationship, but the two went through it with their love growing stronger. Donald was 30 years old, and Natasha was 28 years old. At his 30s, Donald could be said to be quite successful. He was a high-ranking manager at one of the big investment firms. He got a high five-digit salary each month, and with his salary, the family of two could live cozyly even if Natasha didn’t work and was a stay-at-home wife. Despite that, his wife didn’t want to laze around at home. She didn’t want to waste her studies at the university for nothing. Natasha worked as a programmer for a rising startup tech company. Donald was supportive of her choice of work. There was nothing wrong or weird with women working in tech.

Natasha was a prime example to not judging someone based on their looks alone. She was one of the prettiest girls back in school. People would think she was one of the cheerleaders or the gym bunny who likes to spend her time at the gym based on her look alone. Which was not completely wrong; she was a cheerleader back in high school; she was a fit and athletic girl with a big bubbly buttock and perky 36 C-cup breasts. Who would expect that this cheerleader and fashion model material had a great interest in computers and tech, a field that was typically populated with nerds? Natasha proved that she wasn’t just a vain bimbo by taking computer engineering as her major when she was in university. Natasha graduated from her university with flying colors to boot.

Donald was quite the catch himself. He was handsome with angular features and was quite well endowed downstairs. His figure was also nice; like his wife, he was regularly working out, so his body was in good physical shape. He wasn’t as muscular as a bodybuilder, but his body was still packing some lean muscle.

“Dear, have you freed up your schedule for tomorrow's event?” Natasha asked while changing her clothes into a night gown.

“Of course, I already make sure nobody from my work would disturb me; I’m entirely yours tomorrow,” Donald ensured his wife. He was already lying in bed. The cost of making sure nobody would disturb him tomorrow was for him to finish all his work today. His energy was spent after finishing all these documents and reports.

“Thanks, Dear. I knew it might be bothersome for you. ”

“No, it’s okay, it’s my obligation to protect you and keep all the horndogs at bay. I want them jealous of me for having you as my wife,” Donald said.

Natasha chuckled glefully upon hearing her husband respond. The event Natasha mentioned was actually your typical bonding event for the company, similar to ‘bring your daughter to work day’, but instead of children, they would bring their partner. It would be naive to think that the company did it just so their employees would have a stronger bond with each other. In practice, the event was a way for the company to cut costs. The company would introduce a prototype of its newest product to the partner they brought and get them to be a product tester for free. Natasha knew well about the true nature of the event but couldn’t help but play along, as it was already the bare minimum help she could give her company. Helping the company aside, all her colleagues would also bring their partners. She thought of the event like school’s prom night, where if you didn’t come with your partner, it would be embarrassing as the other kids brought their partner there. Anyway, she had a great husband, so why not show off a little about the husband she is proud of?

“I will give you a reward in advance; how about I suck your cock, darling?” Natasha asked.

Donald nodded his head in excitement; his exhaustion seemed to be lifted temporarily.

Natasha climbed to the bed. She pulled Donald’s boxer short down, and let his cock free from its confines.

Natasha wrapped her finger around his shaft, then stroked his cock until it was hard and erect. She leaned in and took the swollen member into her mouth. Natasha’s tongue danced around the tips for a few moment before trying to take the rest of his length. she began to bob her head up and down his member. Her lips slid smoothly over his cock. With each passing moment, she grew bolder and increased her pace of sucking his cock.

“Oh God, you are a fine cocksucker, Nat,” Donald groaned

Natasha could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth. The pulse of his blood surging through the engorged veins. She knew that he was close to cumming.

She was about to pull his dick out of her mouth, but Donald was cumming first. A miscalculation on her part, because Donald was tired,

“I’m sorry.” Donald knew that Natasha disliked the taste of cum. Everytime she gave him a blowjob, she would ask Donald to cum on her face instead of in her mouth. Donald was an understanding man and never **** his wife to do what she didn’t like. Cumming inside her mouth or on her face was not a big difference for him.

“It’s fine, this is your reward.” Natasha replied after she spat out his cum into her hand.

She said it was fine, but it had already killed the mood between them. They didn’t continue, and both chose to rest early to avoid the awkwardness.

---

Donald and Natasha came to the company’s party in their best look. Donald looked dashing in his white tuxedo, while Natasha looked absolutely stunning in her red cocktail dress. Her light blonde hair was put into a beautiful twisted updo. Her long legs were clad in white stockings.

“Oh, Natasha, you look so gorgeous,” a woman greeted them. After greeting Natasha, the mature lady looked at Donald and said, “You must be her husband, you are a lucky man to have married Natasha.”

“Donald, this is Bethany Roswell, she is the senior developer in my team, and she is also my mentor, who taught me a lot when I was just starting,” Natasha introduced.

Bethany was a middle-aged woman in her early 40s, but all the wrinkles in her face made her look like she was hitting her late 40s. She had a short platinum blonde bob cut.

What made Donald look at the middle-aged woman incredulously was her choice of clothing. She was wearing a long V-neck dress with a very low neckline, which gave anyone a free view of her ample cleavage. People could even view a bit of her areola. Bethany had big tits, but it was easy to tell that they were fake tits because of the botched surgery. It was like there were two big cantaloupes bolted to her chest. On her skinny frame, her huge fake tits stood out the most.

Her dress also had a high slit opening at its skirt part, so she could show off her thigh and leg. There was a coiling black snake tattooed around her thigh.

Donald’s eye lingered on the old woman’s tits for a moment. He was amazed that the old woman dared to dress this boldly.

“So, where is your partner, Bethany?” Natasha asked.

“Oh, I’m here; I’m her partner,” a man then approached them. He was a young black-skinned man. He was followed by another tarty-looking young woman with equally big fake tits like the one Bethany had. She was dressed in a black bodycon minidress. Her tits almost spilled out of her dress.

Natasha frowned as she heard the man’s answer, “Rob? This is not funny.”

“I’m serious,” the man named Rob replied.

“So, who is she if Bethany is your partner?” Natasha glanced at the blonde-haired bimbo who stood a step behind Rob.

“This girl is Emmy, no… Emily Roswell, Bethany’s daughter. I’m Emily's boyfriend, she is my partner for today. Because I took her daughter as my partner, Bethany didn’t have any partner she could bring, so I took pity on her and volunteered to be her partner.”

The frown on Natasha’s face grew deeper, “No partner? Isn’t there Mr. Roswell?”

“How insensitive are you, Natasha. You have such a close relationship with Bethany, but you didn’t know how her husband left her years ago?”

“Wait…Mr. Roswell leave her years ago? That sounds wrong, I thought their family was harmonious, I remember that she told me about how caring her husband was a few days ago,” Natasha was puzzled by Rob’s statement.

“Oops…Sorry, wait a minute,” Rob looked at his watch and seemed to play with it.

Donald felt his ear buzzing, and his vision spinning. It happened for only around three seconds before everything was back to normal. Donald even thought it was only his imagination. He then heard the black boy mumble, ‘It’s fixed now’ before he continued his conversation with Natasha.

“You don’t need to make up stuff just because you don’t want me to date Bethany. It was the old bitch’s idea to begin with. So, I don’t want you to paint me as a bad man, I know how you have a bias against me because you dislike me but come on, I don’t do anything bad here, or do you prefer that Bethany come alone so you can feel better than her, and make fun of her behind her back?”

After Robert said that, Bethany and Emily were looking at Natasha with a suspicious look, as if they were asking whether what Rob said was right.

“No, I don’t mean that. I’m sorry, I glad that Bethany has a partner.” Donald expected his wife to rebuke the man, but unexpectedly, instead of being headstrong like she used to act, his wife was apologizing to the man. Her face looked guilty. Was she really making up the stuff about her coworker’s husband? Donald wondered why her wife did it. As far as he knew, his wife wasn’t like other bitchy cheerleaders back in the school who loved to gossip behind people’s backs. Well, maybe she was. Sometimes, she loved to talk about her coworker with me, bad and good thing about them, but it was nothing overboard.

Donald then turned his attention toward the man who made the claim. Rob…Robert Carl. He must be Robert who I heard a lot from my wife. Donald finally recognized the man

Natasha had complained to Donald about a new manager in her workplace named Robert since last month. According to his wife, Robert was a lazy, sexist, and perverted creep. Donald believed in his wife, so he didn’t have a good impression of Robert.

“You must be Mr. Sloan. Nice to meet you, I’m Robert Carl. You can call me Rob or Carl.” Rob extended his hand to Donald.

“Nice to meet you, Rob. I’m Donald Sloan,” Donald shook his hand in response

“So, Mr. Sloan, should we leave these ladies alone? They seem to have stuff to settle; we men should give them some privacy. How about I give you a little company tour?” Rob offered.

“Fine by me.” Donald thought he would do his wife a favor if he could keep Rob away from her during this event.

Before the two men walked away, Rob was whispering something to Emily’s ears. Emily then walked away in a different direction than the two, leaving Natasha and Bethany to talk with each other alone without any disturbance.

‘What do you whisper to her?” Donald asked Robert.

“Nothing big, I only want her to go somewhere.”

---

Rob brought Donald around and then took a little break at the company’s smoking room.

“Do you want one, Mr. Sloan?” Rob offered Donald a single cigar.

“No, I don’t smoke anymore,” Donald refused.

“Sorry, but I’m curious; what made you stop smoking? I wanted to stop smoking long ago, but I never had any strong motivation that made me stay resolved.”

“Well, I was a smoker back in school. When I started my relationship with Natasha, I was still a smoker, but Natasha didn’t like that I smoked, so I tried to smoke less, or at least not smoke in her presence. It was a few hours before our wedding ceremony that Natasha confronted me regarding my smoking habit. She wanted me to stop smoking completely. She made me choose between her or my cigarettes. Of course, I chose her. Since then, I have fully resolved not to touch any cigarettes again. Love triumphed over my desire,” Donald narrated his story about stopping smoking to Rob.

“Such a motivational story, Mr. Sloan. I hope I have a good support system like you.”

“I’m lucky to have Natasha. You just need to marry the right girl or surround yourself with good friends,” Donald said. He was feeling proud.

“Want me to show you some magic, Mr. Sloan?”

“Magic?”

“I just need to do this, and poof! it’s done.”

Donald saw Robert playing with his watch again before suddenly his vision went blurry and started to spin around. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, everything was back to normal, as if nothing weird was happening. He saw Donald smiling at him.

“Do you want to smoke one, Mr. Sloan?” Rob offered him another cigarretes.

“Thank you, just the thing I need, I forgot to bring an extra, and Natasha hogs one pack for herself.” He took the already lit cigarettes from Rob’s hand.

“Wow, I don’t know Natasha is a smoker, I never saw her take a smoke break in this room,” Rob said with a 'surprised’ expression.

“That’s Natasha for you, she often misleads people to think she isn’t a smoker, but let me tell you, Natasha was a heavyweight chain smoker at home. Back at school, I also thought she was a good girl who disliked smokers; she would always give me an irritated look when I smoked, so I smoked less or at least didn’t smoke in her presence. It was before my wedding day that Natasha confronted me regarding my smoking habit. I thought she would want me to stop smoking entirely. For love, I was ready to make these sacrifices, but you know what? She, still in her wedding dress, brought out four packs of Malboro, she gave me one pack, and asked me to smoke all of it. She confessed to me that she loved to see a man smoking, and never wanted me to stop smoking. She often looked irritated when I smoked because I didn’t invite her to smoke along with me. I could only empty half a pack, but then Natasha showed me what a real smoker she was by smoking through three packs without stop. Strong smell of tobacco lingered around her until the weddiceremoniesies, and her wedding dress was dirtied by the cigarettes’ ashes because she didn’t bother to use an ashtray when she went through those packs. I could taste a strong flavor of tobacco when the priest let us to kiss each other.”

“Such juicy and hot gossip. I just know that Natasha had this side. Are your wife okay with you telling me this?”

“It’s okay, I think it’s even better if you can confront her and ask her to smoke together so she will not be shy about smoking at work,” Donald answered.

---

After they finished their cigarettes, Rob brought Donald to the company’s gym.

“This is the company’s gym. Well, it’s not as complete as full-pledged gym, but enough if you want to vent up your stress through working out. One of few perks that the employee here got. I often saw Natasha spending time here before she went home.”

“Really? Natasha never said anything to me about working out at the company when we have our workout session together.”

“It might be because you aren’t the type that takes working out seriously. Natasha never talks about her workout session with you, so you never know what gym bunny your wife is.”

“What do you mean? I and Natasha regularly work out together at home.”

“Wrong.” Rob tinkered with his watch once more, and like before, Donald felt everything around him spin wildly for a few seconds.

“Just look at yourself; your body is soft, and you have a beer belly. I think the only workout you do is jogging. Even so, you can’t jog too long because of your smoker’s lungs. You don’t want to put any effort into working out, meanwhile, Natasha knows that she has unhealthy habits of chain smoking, so she puts in extra effort into working out. She spent most of her time either working for the company, or working her body, and she just came home after she was really tired. How can she share any story with you if she thinks you will not be able to relate to her? I have heard from her once that you often avoid her or shut her down when she asks you to exercise.”

Donald looked at Rob with an embarrassed expression. What Rob said was true. He said that he and Natasha often working out together at home was a lie to make him feel better and that he could relate to the topic. He just wasn’t the type to workout. Donald thought that he was fine even without making any effort to exercise.

Contrary to him, his wife put in extra effort to exercise. It’s no wonder that she often came home looking tired if she was also working out at the company’s gym before going home. Donald now felt quite bad. If only Natasha told him that she was tired from all those workouts instead of not telling him a thing, he could try to be more supportive of her. He could do…he could do…at least he could help her with house chores to not make her more tired. Deep down in his heart, he was not sure that he wanted to help her with house chore. He was a couch potato when he in home. He though bringin home enough money was already filling all his duty as the man of the house.

“I apologize, Mr. Sloan. I may have crossed the line by telling you how much Natasha enjoys working out in the company’s gym. Let’s move out now, I will show you a place that can lift your mood,” Rob apologized as if he felt guilty for what he said.

“No worries; thank you for telling me the truth. But yes, let’s move on.”

---

The next place Rob brought him was the company’s restroom stall. Donald was puzzled as to why Rob brought him there, until he asked him to enter one of the stall. Instead of a toilet bowl, the room was empty; there was a small hole in the wall, enough for someone to put their cock there.

“Welcome to the company’s gloryhole booth. This is a new installation after the company found out we have a lot of office slut. The booth was made just three days ago. You can be said to be the first outsider to try this glory booth, Mr. Sloan.”

“Gloryhole booth? Office slut?”

“Yes, don’t you know about gloryhole? You stick your cock there, and someone on the other side will suck your cock, give you a handjob, or let you fuck them. You can’t see who is on the other side. It can be any female employee of our company. It is a shocking discovery that most of them are actually sluts. So, there is not a zero possibility that it can be Bethany, or even your wife, who is on the other side of the room.”

“What? How dare you call my Natasha a slut?” Donald said in an angry tone. He grabbed Rob’s collar.

“Calm down, dude. I am just speaking the truth. Anyway, me being nice to you doesn’t mean that I’m afraid of you, and you can go physical on me.”

Rob easily freed himself from Donald’s grab.

“Natasha barely giving you sex at home doesn’t mean she wasn’t a slut behind your back, a hot, bad bitch like her is in high demand. She is a horny bitch to begin with. But it’s understandable if you don’t know her true nature. For Natasha, you are just an ATM, who is easily controlled by her. Don’t you ever wonder about any other possible reason why she often returns home very tired? I know you will naively think it is because she exercised extra hard that day, or because work in the office has been stressful for her, but unknown to you, it may also be because she spent her energy fucking another man in the office. After all, she never spoke to you about her office life aside from surface level things. I heard from Natasha that you two have different bedrooms. So, you may not hear or watch her masturbate like crazy because you aren’t better than her dildo. You have been married to her for years, but you barely know about your wife. You are easily played by her, and she made you think that you know her well enough, despite you only knowing her from a little information she gave you.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Natasha and I don’t have different bedrooms; we have slept together for years! We also often had sex!”

Rob just sneered at him. He played with his watch, and Rob suddenly felt a stinging pain in his head.

“What are you doing to me?” Rob asked.

“Interesting, you are aware of what I do; it must be because you cling to the happy memory you share with Natasha. Let me tell you a thing, Donald. My watch lets me tinker with the past as I wish, but I need to know the past details of my victim that I want to change. For example, I tampered with Bethany’s past and made her relationship with her husband terrible. Natasha should not have remembered Bethany’s harmonious relationship with his husband in the first place because I changed Bethany’s past, but sometimes there are various mishaps in my operation. Sometimes, there will be someone who is not affected by the butterfly effect of the change because there are some memories that strongly linger in their minds. When that happens, even if I change others’ pasts, they will still remember the unchanged details, like Natasha. I then erased the problematic event from her memories; in this case, I made sure her talk with Bethany didn’t happen. Natasha is now fully affected by the butterfly effect after the problematic memories are erased from her mind. It resulted in Natasha accepting my claim that she just made up the story.”

Rob continued, “In your case, I tampered with the day of your wedding. I made Natasha a chain smoker after I changed the event where she stopped you from smoking. Next is the gym stuff. Once you told me that you often workout together in your home, I knew what should change. I tinkered with all events involving you two working out at home, instead of working out with you, I made her workout extra hard in the company’s gym. The butterfly effect of the change made you indirectly become a lazy ass who doesn’t like to workout. And last, I brought you here and provoked you, so I could get the confirmation I needed to finally make your wife an office slut I had in mind. She is the last one I need to change into a slut so I can completely take over this company. Things should have been in place, but unexpectedly, you resisted. So, I will make you an offer. On the other side of this gloryhole is Emmy, Bethany’s daughter. I plan to hook you up with both Emmy and Bethany instead of making it a one time thing while I get Natasha as a trade. You get to play with two sluts, and I complete my plan to change all the women in this company to be my office sluts, great deal, right? So, how about you stop resisting, and take my deal?“

“Great deal my ass! I won’t trade Natasha for anyone. Stop what you are doing and return everything to normal; otherwise, I will let the authorities catch you!”

“I don’t like to be threatened, Donald. Do you think with resisting a bit I can’t change you? You got it all wrong, Donald. Resisting me just makes it worse for you and Natasha. For example, I could make you never marry Natasha. You will not have any memory of Natasha being your wife to cling to if I do that. Well, if you don’t want my goodwill, so be it.”

Rob activated his watch again, and Donald’s world spun around.

---

“So, how do you think of the gloryhole after getting your cock sucked, Mr. Sloan?” Rob asked.

Donald pulled his cock from the hole, his small cock still dripping with cum. “It’s great. The girl on the other side is sucking my cock so well.”

“Do you think your wife is on the other side of the gloryhole?” Rob teased.

“I don’t know, I never get a blowjob from Natasha. She is so prudish in terms of sex; we barely have any sex, so I don’t think she will be good at sucking cocks, but the girl on the other side has great cocksucking skills.”

“Well, your guess is right, the girl on the other side is my girlfriend, Emmy. I asked her to be ready in this booth, so when I bring you here, it won’t be an empty booth.”

"Thank you, Rob. You have a great girlfriend, I’m envious of you.”

“Hey, you got Natasha as your wife, she is one of the hottest girls in the office. Any man would want a piece of her ass.”

“Yeah, good luck making her want to have sex with anyone. Like I said, she was a frigid prude in terms of sex. I thought a bad girl like her, who smokes a lot, would be more open-minded about sex, but I was so wrong about it.”

Rob just chuckled at Donald’s response.

“How about I let you hook up with Bethany? The old bitch had a lot of experience in sex, and her skills are even better than her daughter.

“Really?”

“Yes, you just need to pay her $300 for each session. You are loaded, so I think that amount of charge was no problem to you.”

“Do you know any other girl who is good at sex? Bethany is too old for me, my ideal type is someone who is a similar age to me or a few years younger than me.”

“You don’t need to lie, Mr. Sloan,” Rob activated the watch power once again, and tamper with Donald’s past, which affected his preference for women.

“You don’t need to be ashamed. When I mention Bethany, your cock instantly gets hard. You have a fetish for old women, right?”

“Yes, Bethany is a great find, but it will be perfect if she can look older than she is now. The older she looks, the better. 60-70 years old granny is my strike range ”

“Well, she can make herself look older with makeup manipulation; additionally, I can convince her to get some of her teeth removed to make it look more convincing for you, but you need to pay her some compensation.”

“Money is no problem to me, if she needs money to make herself look like a decrepit old hag, I will gladly give her any money she needs. I think it is a better use for my money compared to giving it to my prudish wife.”

“We got a deal here, Mr. Sloan. Now let’s get back to the meeting hall. I think your bitch of a wife and Bethany have already finished their talk.”

Unlike before, Donald didn’t show any angry response when Rob insulted Natasha as a bitch. He even let out a hearty chuckles.

---

The two men were back at the meeting hall. The two men were eyeing a different partner this time. Donald was eyeing Bethany with lust, and Rob was eyeing Natasha to check whether she got changed without problem or not.

Natasha's cheeks and eyes were more visibly sunken and hollow than before, a testament to her heavy smoking habit plus her **** workout. Her face no longer looked youthful, but instead looked a few years older than she was. If she looked older a little more, she would be Donald's target of interest once again, but as she was now, Donald had not much interest in his wife. He even didn't know why he married her.

Natasha had noticeably thicker makeup, to the point where it looked whorish compared to her immaculate makeup before.

She also noticeably packed more muscle than before, thanks to her **** workout. She almost looked like a whorish muscle Barbie now.

Like how Donald ignored her and put all his attention to Bethany. Natasha also ignored Donald, her attention was on Rob.

Rob and Natasha's eyes met after they checked on each other.

Natasha licked her lips like a hungry wildcat eyeing her prey. Natasha's slutty gesture proved that there was no problem with the change Rob made. Natasha was thorough and through office slut now.

“Donald, may I borrow your wife for a moment? You can talk with Bethany until we come back,” Rob asked

“Okay, man, take your time with her.”

For Donald, it couldn't be better, it was his opportunity to get close to Bethany.

Several minutes later, Rob and Natasha came back. Natasha’s appearance had changed when they returned to the hall. Her elegant cocktail dress was nowhere to be seen and got replaced with a bold, sexy black mini dress that showed lots of her skin. Her stockings and heels were replaced with black thigh high boots. Her hair was no longer in its updo, but she let it down, and their color was now dark red. A spiked choker adorned her neck. Natasha gave off dangerous vibes.

“Have you tried to woo her?” Donald asked.

But before Rob answered him, Donald interjected first. “No, don't answer; I already know the answer, I bet she refused your advance. She is such a no fun prude.”

“Oh man, you guessed it,” Rob replied with a laugh in the end.

If Donald bothered to pay more attention to his wife, he would see cum was dripping down her snatch.

---

Donald basically stuck with Bethany all the time during the bonding event than his wife, she got to know a few more older sluts of the companies, and it made him very happy. Bethany was still his first choice, but he already made a plan to try to get close to those older ladies.

Donald didn't have his wife in mind until after the event ended. Natasha was back at him looking like a total mess; her makeup was ruined, and white ‘yogurt’ drenched her body from her hair to her clothes. He never thought that the white ‘yogurt’ as another man’s cum as he never considered that the ‘prudish’ Natasha would have sex with others.

Rob was walking with Natasha, looking very satisfied.

“Thanks for coming to the company's event, Donald. Now I have one last thing to do before I send you home.”

The black man activated his watch.

---

“Wake up, Slob.”

The voice was like an alarm for Donald. He woke up from his slumber. He looked at the one who woke him with eyes full of love, but the reverse couldn't be said. The one waking him up was a decrepit old woman with graying hair and a face full of wrinkles. She had no teeth in her mouth. She was skinny, but had cartoonishly huge tits that defy her age and gravity. She was dressed in a skimpy maid uniform.

“Morning, love. You look wonderful today” Donald greeted the old woman with full of love.

“Don't call me that, call me properly,” rebuked the old woman.

Donald looked pained but still followed the woman's command, “Morning, Ugly Hag.”

For Donald, it hurt him to insult his love by calling her an ugly hag. In his eyes, she wasn't ugly but a lovely woman, but it couldn’t be helped that Ugly Hag was her proper name. Bethany had officially changed her name to Ugly Hag after she got together with Donald.

Their status wasn't husband and wife. Ugly Hag had turned down every proposal that Donald made. He still needed to pay Ugly Hag $300 each time if he wanted her to serve him. Yes, Ugly Hag and Donald's relationship dynamic never moved from whore and her client. At least, Donald was able to convince her to live together with him, thanks to Rob's ideas.

“So, why do you wake me up?”

“Master wants to talk with you,” the old woman answered.

A slight pang of jealousy hit Donald. One day, he wanted to be called Master by Ugly Hag too.

The master Ugly Hag mentioned was none other than Rob, everybody in that company called him Master.

He went out of his room, a small guest room, and went to the master bedroom.

“Master, it's me, the Slob, may I come in?” Donald knocked on the door.

“You can come in, Slob.”

Donald opened the door, and the strong smell of tobacco and sex instantly invaded his nostrils. He witnessed that Master was cuddling an alluring red haired woman. The woman was naked aside from the choker on her neck. She was a muscular woman with a bodybuilder figure, but she had big fake tits implant to make her still look womanly.

“As always, please help to clean Nutty,” Rob ordered before he left the room.

“Yes, Master.”

Nutty spread her legs apart so Donald could clean her snatch full of Rob’s cum .

Donald didn't know why every time he cleaned her snatch, there was some feeling of nostalgia and sadness. He wasn't close with Nutty because Nutty was exclusively owned by Master. He only knew that the woman was a sex nut and a health nut, hence, Master called her Nutty. Donald wouldn't even make any contact with her or speak with her unless she was the one who initiated it. His relationship with Nutty was no better than that of a stranger.

“Faster, Slob. After cleaning my darling's cun from my snatch, you still need to give my feet and armpit a tongue bath, and then prepare the clothes I will wear for work,” she ordered.

What a bitch. She thought she was the mistress of the house just because she was favored by the Master. A whore like her is easily replaced if the Master get bored of her. If she knew that the house was previously mine before I gave it to the Master, would she be shocked and give me more respect?

Donald thought, but he decided to keep silent and followed her commands. It would not be worth it to debate with her.

After Donald finished licking Nutty’s cunt, feet, and armpits clean, he brought Nutty her work clothes he had prepared for her. He didn’t know why Master let him be the one who chose and managed what clothes Nutty would wear to work, but well, he would do Master’s order without complaining. The red-haired vixen soon changed into a whorish parody of a sexy secretary. With the top barely able to contain her big boobs and the skirt so short that it was barely able to be called a skirt.

“You look sexy,” Donald blurted out.

“I don't ask your opinion. Why are you commenting about my look? What a creep,” Nutty made a frightened gesture and walked out of the room.

Donald just shook his head. He just hoped that he would not deal with Nutty anymore. She was a vain uber bitch and pain in the ass. It was why he looked at Rob with admiration because he could tame such uber bitch to be docile like a kitten in his hand. If it were him, he wouldn't even think of being in a relationship with a woman like Nutty.

The End.

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