Chapter 33: Running Up That Hill (A Deal with Cock)

Jenna sipped on a mojito as she continued tapping away at her keyboard. The modeling program was currently working out the parameters of the next version of her tank. The one currently in her lab was her original design of course, and it worked perfectly fine, but it had an industrial look to it. It wasn’t…what was the word she was looking for?

Sexy. It needs to look slick and make any who see it feel a little horny, just for a moment, enough to make them want to go inside.

Right, that is they idea. Since that night when she enriched her friendship with Wendy, Jenna was thinking of that idea a lot. Making everything slick, modern, sexual. It was more prevalent than ever before.

We need to think like that all the time you know. By making the world around us as sensual as we can, then we can adapt and evolve to that too. Make them all horny for us.

Jenna now knew that Wendy seeking her out was not a random occurrence, she was tasked to meet her, to have sex with her. Yet every time she would come down to the lab for Jenna to investigate more, Wendy would shut down any further delving, always distracting Jenna by demonstrating her Graduate style of cunnilingus.

It is so adorable you still call it investigating.

That was the other thing. Since that night…Jenna felt more, in sync with this place. She was constantly horny, but it was more of an electric horny than the nervous horny from before. And her thoughts now only had one voice…and it was very intoxicating at that. It seemed to provide more clarity and seemed more present in sex than before.

Well, how else are we going to become perfect? We have been missing out on so much practice. Toys only go so far you know…live toys are so much more enjoyable.

Besides Wendy, who would end up orally servicing her every night before bed like she needed a prescription for it, Jenna had been secretly meeting select other graduates with Wendy’s assistance. It started with other women, invited to threesomes, and then led to some men as well. Jenna recalled the last entendre, where she suddenly felt the urge to **** out her unknown male partner Wendy procured for her while she rode him like a bronco.

He was a naughty boy. He tried to pin us down. We had to make sure he understood his lot. Nobody fucks us. We fuck them.

Normally this new way of thinking in sex would have alarmed Jenna, but every time it would produce the warm feelings of satisfaction. That this felt right. That this was, perfection. It was the same kind of feeling she felt when she discovered her mother’s slut transformation.

I bet she would love to lick our pussy now.

Jenna shook her head and rubbed her temples. Mom. That was a whole other issue. She was still getting over the initial shock of seeing her there, in all her curvy glory. Why was she here? They haven’t spoken since the day she left for The Factory and now suddenly she is here. These past few months have been hellish in class as well. They were now done completely in the nude, nobody with anything to hide. So far it was more of a nudist human biology class with a sexual twist. Her mother had a way of making the understanding all the human erogenous potential both informative and horny. One class was her explaining how the male penis reacts to different styles of stimuli. Marlin almost passed out from the hour-long hand job she had him in.

Cock. It’s called a cock. A big, veiny, thick cock. Rising up because of us, ready to be claimed and sucked on. Ready to give us their cum, proving our superiority. Cock is Godly, Pussy is Godly, and we are the Goddess that claims them. Remember that.

Jenna shuddered as she felt her panties become wetter. She bit her bottom lip as she shifted in her plush chair, felt her underwear slide off and guided it around her ankles. The thought of her mother’s lessons making her hand snake down her midriff and under the waistband of her simple skirt, finding the already soaked folds of her pussy. This would happen in class too, and she would bolt as soon as time was up to find a quiet place and finger fuck herself to a gushing orgasm. Literally. Jenna could not cum period without her pussy sending a mess of juice flying asunder from her.

It is healthy for us you know. Makes sure all sex is perfection. Keeps our slutty pussy nice and wet for whatever the occasion.

She was ignoring her friends when they would try to approach her. She was ignoring her mother when she tried more than once to clandestinely set up a meeting in the guise of a teacher to student check in. She was ignoring every alarm bell in her head that said she should be visiting Dr. Williams about this new change in her personality. And she didn’t care.

We can talk to them later, we need to get our ducks in a row of course, become more, learn more, fuck more. We need to be perfection!

The thought of perfection constantly bounced in her head. She didn’t know why. It was what her thoughts focused on, it was what her louder of the two voices she previously heard wanted too, but in a different way. It was something that vexed her, as much as the process her machine provided. It was something that maybe she could find in learning more about this place.

Speaking of, where is she? She is late!

Her thoughts were answered by a rapid knocking at her door. Jenna retreated disappointedly from her crotch and licked her fingers clean of her juices. She was also enjoying her own taste more and more these past few weeks. It was sweet, like a fresh glass of some iced concoction made on a beach, it tickled her that such a taste would drive partners mad for her. She smoothed out her skirt, kicked the panties aside, and walked to open the door.

“Jenna! How is it going girl?” Wendy greeted her with her usual chipper tone, noted lines of worry over her forehead due to her tardiness.

“Just fine Wendy as always…come on in.” Jenna said with a smile, guiding her into the room and shutting the door. As soon as the lock went click, Wendy went from chipper to sorrowful.

“Mistress, please forgive me for being…” Wendy couldn’t finish as Jenna walked over and smacked her on the cheek.

“Excuses, excuses. What could you have possibly had to do more important than be here with me? Don’t you want to please your mistress? Look. I had to get started without you.” Jenna said fiercely as she grabbed Wendy’s hand and **** it to her crotch, immediately coating her fingers and warm and fragrant precum.

“Please Mistress, you know I only want to make sure you are satisfied,” She shuddered as she automatically started to rub Jenna’s clit slowly, using her fingers to apply pressure as she slid from clit to her lips, “I just have so many other duties and I have to keep up appearances after all.”

Jenna looked into the truly pitiful eyes of her companion. She remembered when she first answered her door two months ago, how they were full of power and confidence. Now they were broken, devoted, ****…

Imperfect. The girl is a wonderful bimbo slut, but she will pale to the perfection we must achieve.

_ “Of course, but all that is secondary to your work with me!” _She said as she let out a decent chuckling moan at Wendy’s playful fingers on her cunt.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way Mistress, I am truly sorry for disappointing you!”

Jenna looked at her, she felt a pang of pity and worry for the formally powerful and domineering Wendy. It was swiftly replaced by an intense satisfaction knowing her pleasure weighed so heavily on Wendy’s mind.

“I suppose I can overlook this one time. You have been making sure I get the newest supplies for my future experiments without question after all. Just don’t let it happen again ok?” Jenna masterfully returned in a caring yet sensual purr. Wendy rapidly nodded up and down, smiling again in her Mistress’s forgiveness.

“Now come here.”

Jenna grabbed the back of Wendy’s head and pulled her into a soft and sapphic kiss. Their tongues playfully darting across each other’s as their lips met and began to probe and massage the other. Wendy may have wanted to control her once, but Jenna could not deny that she was a pro at this. Her kisses, weather pecks or full-on oral ecstasy, always made her feel so horny. Today was no different…until Jenna immediately snatched Wendy by the throat breaking the intimate moment.

She tasted it. Something. Else. Something on Wendy’s lips, on her tongue, something new, yet suddenly very familiar.

CUM.

“Wendy…you lied to me.” Jenna said with a sinister glee.

“No, mistress, I can explain.” She got out between gasps as Jenna gripped her throat. It was enough to indicate her anger, but Wendy was also becoming more and more turned on by the display.

“Oh, I know you will. Especially when you go ahead and suck some random cock instead of being on time and then have the gall to come here and kiss me with some random man’s cum coating your mouth.”

“Mistress it was just part of my normal routine! I finished my appointment with him and then just had a little fun, his cock is so fucking sexy I couldn’t resist it! He is so much better than hi…” Wendy immediately cut herself off, eyes going wide when she realized what she was saying.

Jenna cocked an eyebrow. Now they were getting somewhere.

“Routine? So, this has something to do with your purpose here. Does it have to do with your involvement with me?”

Wendy felt every inch of her body resist. She couldn’t say it, she couldn’t betray Mathias. Yet, every day she was with Jenna she was becoming more and more enamored with her energy, her nature, her dominance. It was like the dominance of Mathias, but somehow more finessed, focused. She slowly began to nod, the tethers of years of programming breaking in the grasp of Jenna.

“Of course, it does. So, this partner of yours, he has something to do with your task as well. Who could it be then?” Jenna continued as she roughly pushed Wendy up against a wall and put her hand down Wendy’s shorts, sliding two fingers inside her with ease.

“Mistress…Please…I can’t…I can’t betray the Mast…I can’t betray him…He owns me, I am his, his cock is GooooAAAAAAAA!” Wendy screamed as Jenna made her violently orgasm in seconds.

“Could this Master ever do that to you? Make you feel like you are exploding from the inside out? If he could, why aren’t you with him right now?”

Wendy’s eyes lulled. Why was she here? She was Mathias’s best slut. He told her so, she was going to be his right-hand bimbo, ready to serve and ride his cock like all woman should. Yet…the seed of doubt was planted and enforced by another rocketing orgasm.

_ “Wendy, you said it yourself, I make you cum harder than any man or woman. Your Master is a fraud. Is this man you met your master?” _Jenna continued to interrogate, feeling she was getting closed.

Wendy shook her head no. Feeling her knees buckle under the masterful hand skills Jenna was cultivating.

_ “Then. Tell. Me. Who. It. IS!” _Jenna whispered into her ear, pressuring her clit to another insane orgasm.

“AAAAAAAAAAAH! MAGNUS. MAGNUS MAXIMUS!”

Jenna’s eyes went wide as she stopped. Wendy slid down the wall, panting as Jenna stood frozen in front of her.

“Arthur?” Jenna said, trying to piece together what this meant. So, that night, in her lab when they almost…was that part of Wendy’s plan too? And if Arthur wasn’t the master, who was? On top of that, what did this Master want with her? Her thoughts were broken by the sensation of somebody kissing up her thighs. She looked down to see Wendy on her knees, tenderly pecking at her legs trying to make her way to Jenna’s pussy.

“Wendy stop.” She said, making the obedient and cum drunk woman below her look up dotingly.

What are you doing? Grab her head and make her dine on us!

Jenna shook her head, she needed to get some concrete answers.

“Wendy I need you to tell me everything. All of it. Your job. The Master. Arth…Magnus. Everything!”

Wendy cocked her head to the side like a confused puppy would.

“Well! Something, snap out of it!”

“Mistress…I really can’t tell you all of it. I would if I could, but…he made sure I can’t, the fact I have told you as much as I have made my body feel like it is tearing itself apart, but your embrace and servicing you are worth it!”

He made sure she can’t? What did that mean?

We can get the particulars after this slut wears out her jaw on us!

“This Master…were you the only one he did this to?”

Wendy’s eye twitched. Her brain was fighting with itself. Mathias always told her that his secrets were paramount. Law even. Yet, the pussy in front of her made everything he promised seemed pale in comparison. She looked up at Jenna…and shook her head no.

Jenna needed more…but she felt that Wendy would give her no more than just simple nods…maybe…

“Wendy, do you still have your **** regiment?”

“Um. No mistress I stopped taking it when I fully graduated.”

“But The Factory should still have it in archives, right?”

Wendy’s eye twitched again. Yes. The factory computer would have her exact dosage from before she was recruited by Mathias on file. Mathias deemed that non important info since her programming made her perfect…but her Mistress needed to know.

“Yes…it should.”

Enough. We can do this later. Take what we deserve now.

Jenna grabbed the back of Wendy’s head and **** it onto her crotch. Wendy immediately went to work, feeling immense joy, her Mistress’s pussy was now upon her lips. She had to make sure it was treated right.

“That’s right you good little whore. Mmmmm so good! You love this pussy?”

Wendy hummed in agreement as she lapped away, using her dexterous tongue to fully cover Jenna’s labia.

“Of course you do. This is the best pussy in this place baby, and nobody can match it!” Jenna sighed and laughed. She truly loved her newfound confidence and control.

They all would eventually.

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“You haven’t touched your tea.”

Magnus stared at the intricate painted surface of the teacup in front of him. Each old-fashioned cup featured hand-painted bears walking in a circle, joyfully frolicking in the green watercolors. Magnus wished he was there. Anywhere really.

He looked up at the arched eyebrow of Nicoletta, who sat across from him at a hand carved small table sipping on her own cup of tea. She was so calm, it made Magnus shiver. Then again, she did kick his ass only 2 hours ago, so maybe that was just terror in his heart.

“I…I am not one for tea.” He quietly said as he pushed the saucer away.

“Oh? You really should consider it; I find it calms the mind and allows you to…properly address situations.” The Russian said in her silky-smooth tone, a mask of course to the ruthless tactician hidden beneath. She was going to get answers out of him. It was just about maintaining the correct pressure.

Magnus remained silent. He hoped deep down she would let him go, let him just go back to his room and hide for a while. He knew it wouldn’t happen though.

“Awfully rude to deny a guest’s gift in silence. You are your uncle’s kin after all so I wouldn’t be surprised, but still."

Magnus sighed annoyingly. She had been taking pot shots at him over Mathias since she ordered him to come to her private apartment on premises. Normally he would admire the ornate furniture carved out of dark wood or the grey slate tiles in the kitchen and bathrooms or the massive bookshelf behind him that went floor to ceiling and featured every text based on human sexuality in multiple languages, but now he just wanted to leave.

“In fact, your uncle wasn’t that surprising to me at all at first. A perfectly average graduate from The Stud Farm. Then he really turned a corner. A dark one. I assume you are aware of this right? I know that your tuition was fronted by his company. Finally starting to get in that groove, eh? Wait for your the latest conquest to come down and surprise her by holding her down and fucking her senseless in her own lab? Such, devious behavior.” She mocked, trying to get him to crack.

“That wasn’t why I was down there.” Magnus finally said affirmatively. She didn’t believe him when he said he just wanted to apologize to Jenna, explain things, maybe even warn her about his uncle. Instead, he got roundhouse kicked and put in a triangle ****.

“Yes to ‘apologize’ correct?” She replied in a patronizing manner, sipping her tea.

“Yes, I just wanted to explain some things.”

“Like what you have been snooping around in the archives for the past few months?

Magnus’s eyes went wide causing Nicoletta to chuckle darkly.

“That is the thing about Maria, I love her to ****, but you can’t expect a Bimbo with such a particular set of turn-ons to be as airtight as a safe. As soon as that switch of her flicks, she will want to tell you anything while you fuck her. She is so adorable when she gets her pussy licked.”

Magnus fired off a couple of scenarios in his head on how to get out of this…and they all stunk.

“You certainly have been busy. Looking up the history of this place, the factors around your uncle’s expulsion, info on the board members. I expected Mathias to eventually put a mole into this place, but I did not think him dense enough to send someone as obvious as his flesh and blood.”

“Well, if you know him as well as I do then you know he always has 30 different plans in place.” Magnus replied sarcastically.

Nicoletta stared at him. The gaze made Magnus feel like he was being stabbed, and he could swear he felt his cock flinch.

“Magnus. Normally I would have ensured that you were in no position to ever meddle with Jenna, or any other graduate and student really, especially since you are of ‘Maximus’ stock. I brought you here because I was genuinely curious about something. Something that only you can answer.”

She placed the tea down and stood up from her chair. She slowly untied the drawstring on the dress she wore down in the lab, pulled it back and let it fall to the floor leaving her completely nude save for her heels. Magnus couldn’t help but look at the Russian in all her glory. 97 years old and if it weren’t for her hair then nobody would peg her any higher than 28. Her body was rippling with muscle, completely shaven, and wound like a spring. She radiated energy from herself, a fact she knew and grinned as Magnus stared.

“You see, I was surprised when Maria told me that she kept sneaking you information from the archives despite a gag order from Marsha Franklin herself. Maria may be a slavering cum addict in bed but in that library, she is all about rules.” Nicoletta said as she glided around the back of Magnus, placing her hands on his shoulders, and sliding down until she was right next to his ear. Her hands were ice cold. His cock flinched again.

“Yet, she broke them, and all because of one thing. Do you know what that was?” Nicoletta whispered into his ear as she licked it like a predator toying with a gazelle.

Mathias stayed still. Maybe her vision was based on movement.

“She said, you wouldn’t cum inside her until you made her cum first.” Nicoletta said as she swung her leg around the chair and sat right in Magnus’s lap.

“Ok? Why is that the question of the hour?” Magnus asked, feeling the powerful leg muscles of his host pulse above him, her prominent clit clearly fully engorged.

“If you were raised by Mathias Maximus, you no doubt would have bent Maria over that desk of hers and filled all her holes with your seed. Made her beg for it, claim that your cock was the greatest cock in the universe. That was his thing you know, claiming a woman as his own property. Yet, Maria, and everyone else I found to have shared intercourse with you, say that you consistently provide for your partner’s pleasure. Make it about them before you enjoy your passion.” She explained as she began to grind her crotch onto his. His cock flinched again but could not help itself as it began to grow hard.

“And what does that have to do with you bending me in half like a pretzel?” Magnus said defiantly, trying not to break eye contact, gripping with the fact that he wasn’t a secretive as he thought…or dense enough to not notice this ice queen watching him the whole time he was here.

Nicoletta laughed, got up off Magnus, strolled over to the table that held the tea set and hopped up on the edge. She spread her legs and began to play with her clit in front of him.

“I was going to go straight to Beth after catching you in the lab. Then to Marsha. I was going to make sure you were stripped of your **** regiment and the reversal process be implemented. A rare punishment, but one we have been trying to nail to Mathias for decades. However, my own little investigation gave me pause. So, I offer you this chance Magnus, to prove yourself.”

Magnus could see where this was going instantly.

“Make me cum Magnus. Show me. And if you can convince me, maybe I will hear you out on your side of the story. However, if I feel one inkling of your family legacy leak through…well…let’s say I know more sleeper holds that involve more delicate parts of the body.” She hissed as she stuck two fingers inside her and awaited him to join her.

Magnus was getting tired of fighting out of a corner with his cock. Then again, this was for everything he had worked for so far, so, if she wanted to cum, he was going to make sure she came.

Magnus walked up to her and pulled her into a kiss. Nicoletta hummed as they both exchanged a pleasant and soft massage of each other’s tongues. As he kissed her, she unbuckled his pants and used her feet to slide it down his legs, feeling his now turgid member catch and then flop free. She reached down and grabbed his cock. 12 x 1.5 inches, she thought, pinpointing the length and girth of Magnus just by touch alone.

“Mmmmm, come on little Magnus, put this cock in my pussy.” She whispered to him.

Magnus subliminally lined himself up when he stopped. Clever girl. Of course, she would try to trip him up this early. She was playing for keeps too after all.

“But Doctor…you gave me a task and I would be bereft to not hit all the required steps. Besides…this pussy doesn’t look ready yet!” He feigned

“Insulting me again Magnus? This body has been formed from a world war, and 70 years of sexual training. I think you will find it more than ready.” She said with a little hubris.

“Are you sure…cause this beautiful cunt…looks like it needs attention first.”

He broke the kiss and slowly started to kiss his way down Nicoletta’s body. She really was all muscle. He could feel them flexing under his lips as he trailed down, pausing to lick her nipple, and getting on his knees as he faced her crotch. Her pussy was perfect. Literally. It looked like it was lifted out of a medical textbook and pasted onto her body. No doubt the result of years of regiments and enhancements at The Factory.

He coyly smiled, and leaned in, meeting her labia with his tongue. Unlike her hands, her pussy was on fire. It almost felt like it could burn. He heard her sigh lightly as he began to trace around her opening, using his hands to carefully spread them apart. Before his time at the factory, he never really enjoyed oral sex, then again, he never had it enough to say he enjoyed it. Here, he found it a much-needed break from his cock being inside multiple people.

Nicoletta moaned and laughed lightly. He was good. Even bordering on great. He knew when to switch off between the different parts of the pussy, never lingering on one place for too long or using too much pressure. It was an all-around performance to say the least.

“Come on baby, let me taste that cock, I want you to fill my throat with it, don’t you want to fill me?” She said as she caressed his hair as he looked up from her blazing slit.

Another trick. She expected him to throat fuck her or something crazy like that. He wouldn’t be fooled so easily.

“That sounds like a good idea, but how about this?” Magnus said as he suddenly grabbed Nicoletta and flipped her upside down with him standing up. She was light to him; a Factory daily workout and the **** diet change made an achievable feat for him. He hoisted her spread crotch to his face and continued to eat her pussy, feeling his cock inadvertently tap her cheek.

Nicoletta couldn’t help but smile at the surprise. A Standing 69? Perfect way to satisfy her request but not to stop pleasuring her.

She grinned as she began to stroke Magnus, spitting in her palm to lube up his cock before full engulfing it in her throat in one swoop.

Magnus grunted as he felt his tip nestle deep in a warm cavern, followed by an extremely dexterous tongue undulating on the bottom of his cock. This woman’s tongue was moving in ways that didn’t see human. Nicoletta hummed as she started to bob up and down Magnus, massaging his balls with her free hand. She would make him cum first. She always made her experiments cum quick.

Magnus felt his cock swell and he realized the danger, so he decided to take things to the next level. While feasting on her, magnus used his free to massage her ass, and slowly started to trace around her anus with his thumb.

“Do you want some extra stimulation?” Magnus quickly uttered.

Bold. But consensual…Nicoletta nodded as she kept at her rhythm.

She went eyes wide for a moment as she felt Magnus enter her asshole with one finger, then two. He plunged his fingers slowly in and out as he kept eating her out at the same time. His timing was impeccable. He really mastered foreplay to a t. She realized there was a tightening in her midsection this time and snapped back into focus…interesting. She slid his cock out of her mouth fully drenched in her spit.

“Mmmmm you like fingering my ass Magnus? Is it tight enough for you?”

“Very much.”

“Well how about you stick something bigger than a finger in there? I want this glorious cock in my ass. I want to feel you take me!”

Magnus didn’t even think of the trick this time, he finished with a playful last lick of her pussy lips and flipped her over to a standing position. He brought her in for another kiss, making sure to share her juices remaining on her lips with him, before breaking the kiss and sitting down in the chair he started in, his cock fully erect, covered in her spit.

“You want my cock? Come and get it Doc. Fuck me.”

“Oh?” Nicoletta quipped as she sat down in his lap, feeing his cock rub up against her pussy lips. It was clear that this wasn’t anything like her encounters with Mathias.

“Have I proven you wrong?” He grunted as he felt his cock slip into what was the most torqued vagina on the planet. This woman felt like she could fold a quad machine into a pretzel.

Nicoletta began to softly bump up and down on his dick, panting, feeling that tightening sensation. It was clear. She was going to cum before him. However, she would be a novice scientist if she didn’t take advantage of all parameters of her situation. Besides, she estimated his cock was going to grow more the longer he was here. She needed a baseline.

“Maybe, but enough talk,” She grabbed the back of his head and kicked up the aggression with a deep kiss, “You still have to make me cum.”

As Nicoletta began slamming herself down on him, now fully moaning, Magnus kept his motivations playing in his head. Getting this woman on his side, or at least indifferent to him, was going to be a big win. Maybe she would be his way of finally talking to Jenna.

His thoughts were broken by a strong hand grabbing his cheeks and forcing him to look back at his current lover.

“Now now, don’t you daydream. Keep your eyes on me little lamb. Let me show you what 70 years of the Factory can do.”

She began to rotate her hips on top of him, twisting his dick in a circle and massaging it inside her at the same time.

Magnus’s eyes crossed as he kept reminding himself to not pass out, and to pray he would survive.

He needed to. He would need more to stop Mathias.

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Misty nervously walked up to the entrance to the private apartments in the central chamber of The Factory. She had just finished up another meeting with Santana, hammering out the final draft of her script, and of course getting hammered by two of the newest porn starlets for Factory films.

She felt a slight pull in her back, the effects of Tracy Flux and Scarlett Shore bending her between them like taffy. She could still feel their tongues putting pressure on every pleasure zone she had.

“Stop Misty, control yourself!” She said as she realized her hand had snuck under the front of her jeans and started to play with her clit. Her libido was haywire as always, but she needed something to refine her control. Being blazingly horn was fine, but she had to know when to turn the switch on and off or have a control.

Besides, now is not the time for it. Now was the time for something important. Jenna.

She came up to the apartment that Beth scribbled down on a piece of paper for her, took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Nothing.

She tried again.

Still Nothing.

Maybe she wasn’t there? She could always come back again. Then a little tingle in the back of her head, from years of living in Manhattan, told her to try the handle.

It was open.

Misty pushed the door open slowly and was greeted with the sight of dark wooden furniture, exquisite gray floor tiles, the smell of freshly brewed tea, baked scones and….and….

Fuck.

Then she heard the all too familiar slapping sound of flesh meeting flesh and walked in the living room to see Nicoletta being railed in standing doggy as she leaned back and was fully enraptured in a deep kiss. Nicoletta’s eyes immediately locked onto Misty’s, making her jump back and bump into a table. The man behind Nicoletta stopped fucking her and pulled from her face.

Magnus.

“OH SORRY! The front door was open, and I needed to ask you something, but you are in the middle of and I well…”

She felt a hand clasp her shoulder and turn her around to find Nicoletta’s lips meeting hers.

KRAKATOA!

Misty immediately melted in the hands of the Russian. Her lips massaging Misty’s with a sudden and ethereal tenderness.

Misty started to undress herself just automatically, kissing Nicoletta back with the same ardor. Her taste was exquisite…with a dash of a familiar salty note. Misty opened her eyes and remembered that Magnus Maximus was standing right behind them, a look of dumbfounded surprise on his face as his…his…WHOA his mammoth cock twitched at the sudden absence of being inside a pussy.

“You were saying?” Nicoletta whispered as a now nude Misty remained embraced in her arms.

“Geh…huh…oh OH! Um, I know you probably don’t know me that well, but I am…”

“Jenna’s friend? Little lamb, we have met before, remember?” Nicoletta laughed as she bent down to kiss and suckle at Misty’s nipple.

They met? When? In fact, who was she? She didn’t recall a name as Nicoletta’s tongue tortured her nipples.

“HOOOOLY…Yes we have met, shit, your gonna make me…NO wait I need to ask you something!” Misty finally broke out of her trance and hopped away from Nicoletta.

The Russian laughed deeply as she licked her fingers. She loved variants to experiments. Especially unexpected ones.

“I find it very odd that someone who comes barging into my home suddenly starts asking me for answers,” She said as she put a finger to the lips of a starting to protest “I know you Misty Farber…or should I say Noxx now? If you wait a moment, I will finish up and we can chat…or…”

Magnus gulped. He knew what was about to happen. He already made Nicoletta cum, an hour ago, himself quickly after. Yet the Russian was not satisfied. She wanted to do a complete test run of him, like she was about to buy a Mazda and wanted to make sure the cruise control could pull off the wheelbarrow position in a plank variance. His muscles ached like crazy.

“Or you can come join me and Magnus here. You are classmates, no? Don’t you want to practice your studies together? Right Magnus? Don’t you want to show her how much of a man you have become?” She said with a sly wink.

Before he could answer, he shockingly yelped as he felt his cock fully engulfed by Misty, to the hilt. She rabbit-punched the back of her throat with his cock, a technique she perfected with her lessons at night.

Nicoletta smirked. She could smell the horny adult star to be from outside her dwelling. She knew the scent of someone looking for a release. A threesome it was to be then, as she sauntered over and pulled Magnus into another kiss. Misty bobbed rapidly below them, looking up at them with a look that could only be described as hunger.

“Shit! Didn’t….didn’t you need to ask her someTHIIING!” Magnus asked as she suddenly found himself blowing a huge load into Misty’s mouth. Misty hummed as she felt four thick ropes of cum poured into her, making her tingle all over. She sucked out any remaining drops and made her lips pop as she sighed and giggled in the same velvety texture she remembered from her time in the tank.

“Guess I missed the good stuff. Should have knocked earlier. Why have you been hiding this thing from us Magnus? I knew you were hung but DAMN, this cock tastes so good.” Misty Noxx said as she kissed his tip and tenderly massaged him with one hand.

“He seemingly has been hiding a lot of things.” Nicoletta said as she got down on her knees with Misty, joining in on the slowly evolving foreplay.

“Oh really?” Misty said with a laugh, “Well Doctor, it looks like this patient is being uncooperative, I think as a medical fuck professional we need to perform a full run down of possible symptoms.”

Nicoletta smirked again. Santana was really giving this girl the alpha level training.

“Then lead the way Doctor Noxx, can’t be too sure.” She said back as Misty shot Magnus a sultry wink and started to lick in sync with Nicoletta up and down Magnus’s cock.

Her questions had to wait.

Misty Noxx needed a release.

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“Reaching 10000 feet, autopilot engaged.” Captain Edwards said as he leveled off the private jet right above the cloud line.

His co-pilot nodded as he flicked the corresponding switches to engage the system and lifted his arms up to stretch out.

“Should be smooth sailing till Los Angeles. You want anything to eat Ed?” The co-pilot asked as he went for the door.

“Don’t! Don’t…don’t go out there Phil” Edwards suddenly yelled at the shocked co-pilot.

“Why not?”

“I know it is your first flight on this circuit, but this client has a particular taste.”

“Oh what, like he is having sex back there? Please Ed, I have walked in on worse flying these privates, besides what if you or I need take a piss?”

Captain Edwards lifted a gallon sized water bottle to a shocked faced Phil.

“Listen, other clients can do all they like…but flying for Maximus is a little different.”

“Oh, come on man, how frightening can it be that you are pissing in a jug!?” He scoffed as he stepped out of the cockpit and walked to the gally. He opened the fridge to pick up a couple of sodas and sandwiches, and upon shutting it was met with a shock.

“JESUS CHRIST!” He gasped as a figure dressed in what looked like a head-to-toe latex gimp suit loomed behind the fridge door. It was a woman, that much he knew, but he couldn’t tell who they were, save the eyes, which looked pleading. Her mouth was filled with a bright red ball gag and besides the gimp suit she was adorned with what looked like the biggest strap on dildo he ever saw in his life. She stared at him as he felt his heart rate return to normal when he looked into the pleading eyes and recognized the greet irises.

“Rebecca?” He said quietly. One of the two attendants assigned to the flight.

The figure nodded rapidly.

“****?”

Rebecca’s eyes went wide. Phil heard a very deep voice coming from the cabin section of the plane, and what he picked up to be light whimpering. Male. George, the other attendant.

“****. Come here when I speak to you.”

Rebecca made eye contact with Phil and looked like she was about to cry. She grabbed one of the cokes from his frozen hands and returned to the cabin with an exaggerated sway in her hips.

Phil put down the food and inched to the corner of the wall that divided the cabin from the galley, and peeked around the corner,

Sitting in one of the large couches this jet was retrofitted with, was the most buff woman he ever seen in his life. He knew she was buff, because the pantsuit she currently wore clung to her like a sausage casing, encasing her muscles head to toe in a deep grey with lime green accents. The jacket was to her side, much as well, as he thought there was no way it could hold in the rack this chick had on her. It had a brown stain on the back.

“Thank you, ****. Now, why don’t you finish punishing this waste before us for spilling my drink?” The amazon said to Rebecca pointing to the floor in front of her.

There, on the carpet, bent down on all fours, dressed in what looked like leather bondage harnesses, was George. Dressed may be a liberal term here, because he was buck naked saved for leather straps and a matching ball gag in his mouth.

Rebecca looked back at this woman with the same pleading gaze, hoping that she would have to not do whatever she was about to do, when this woman inhumanly stuck her whole hand up the unzippered crotch of Rebecca’s wetsuit with a sickening squelching noise.

“No excuses. Or do you want me to get out the bullwhip again?”

Rebecca whimpered as she rushed to her knees, lining up the massive dildo with George’s asshole. She slowly fed it in, eliciting muffled cries from George as Rebecca started to pump in and out of him.

Phil couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He had walked in on CEO’s getting blow jobs from hookers on planes, normal run of the mill stuff. This was insanity.

“If you aren’t going to join them, I suggest you leave.”

Phil looked up and saw the electric and spookily glowing eyes of the amazon staring at him as she calmly sipped her drink. He lurched back, leaving the food, as she raced to the cockpit and shut the door.

“I told you not to go back there.” Edwards said as Phil shakily sat down in the copilot’s chair. He felt the top of a second gallon bottle poke his thigh.

“I always bring a second one. Don’t sweat it kid, we are already halfway to Los Angeles anyway.”

Phil stared at Edwards like he had lobsters crawling out of his ears.

“Listen, Rebecca and George knew what they signed up for. Whatever is happening back there, it is no worse than when the big man is on the plane.”

“But…she…”

“Athena is the boss’s right hand. Just leave her be. I wouldn’t want to get on her bad side.” Edwards said with some finality.

Phil stared out the window of the cockpit, mentally wishing that the runway in Los Angeles would appear faster than humanly possible.

Anything to get away from those glowing eyes.

Note from Ted: Whoop. Sorry about the long absence. Real life has been ramping up fast around here and I finally had some free time to shake the writer’s block and finish this chapter. I also have outlined the idea for two new stories to come too. Hopefully this next chapter doesn’t take as long, but no promises as some new developments in life may take more of my attention. Thank you for all the likes, favorites, and etc so far!