Asami Signs The Contract

Oh, to hell with it. What do I have to lose?

Putting pen to paper, Asami signed her name on the dotted line, eyes looking down, so she did not see the satisfied look on Rob's face.

The moment Asami completed the circle of the O on her last name, a bolt of pure electricity ripped through her body, travelling up her spine to her brain. She actually jumped up in her seat, yelping, eyes wide open, as her entire body twitched, a violent heat spreading in the wake of the lightning bolt. The world began to blur and her head ached, as she hunched over and groaned, entirely disconnecting from thought and sensation, as her mind was rewritten in a moment, the entirety of the contracting engraving itself upon her mind, heart, and soul.

When she finally recovered, vision returning, slowly opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was Rob, smiling handsomely with that fat-titted bitch Korri sitting on his lap. Asami batted her eyes and pursed her lips, purring at the most wondrous man in the world. Her new boss. Her new lover. Her new master. She had signed the contract, agreeing to everything, meaning it was all binding, including those three strange passages at the end. Though, they didn't seem so strange, anymore...

Asami climbed atop the table and crawled across it on her hands and knees, attempting to make every emotion as alluring and sexy as possible, half-lidded eyes burning with lust as she reach Rob, yanking Korri by the hair and throwing her off of Rob's lap. "Move!" She hissed, before swinging her legs around and straddling her Master. "You've had your turn, babe. Now it's my time..." She could feel his erection, his need, his hunger, as she sat on his lap, running her hands on his chest, moaning as she luxuriated in every moment of contact. She licked her lips, Rob pulling her into a long, loving kiss.

"Did you mean all those things you said, Master?" Asami said when they broke apart. "That you believed in me?"

"But of course, dear." Rob answered, stroking her beautiful black hair. "You were my top pick for this job for a reason. For your beauty, your brains, your skills... you are exactly who I wanted. You'll be the one to take Slutter to the top!" Asami cooed in joy, heart beating rapidly, as they kissed again.

Korri watched from her new vantage point on the floor, enjoying the show, as she played with her breasts and nipples. "Ooh, Mistress Asami likes it rough... that's hot~"

The words "Mistress Asami" ripped through her, in a more restrained manner than when she signed the contract. She hadn't just sold herself to Rob, she had purchased Korri. It was a joint ownership, though. Asami would never deprive her Master of one of his beloved slaves.

"On you knees, cunt!" Asami barked, already half nude. "Watch as your Master and Mistress fuck!" The words trilled from her lips and tongue. She hadn't have sexual relief in ages, was clearly pent up, and was looking forward to fucking a real man.

"Oh, yes, Fuck!" Asami roared, bouncing up and down on Rob's cock, pussy squelching and squirting with each cycle. "You're so good! I didn't even like men before this, but you've changed all of that!"

Rob chuckled. "Yeah, I have that sort of effect on dykes."

Asami rolled her head back and forth, raven locks splaying throughout the air as she rode Rob like her life depended on it. "Well, I'm tired of living my life as a prudish lezzie. Now, I want to be a bisexual fucktoy for the rest of my life!"

Rob had indeed sent the entirety of the restaurant's staff home, as it was Tifa and Brigitte working in the kitchen, the two eventually emerging from behind the line in their frilly maid uniforms, bringing lunch. By the time they did, Asami was atop the table, on her back, head drooping off the table, Rob's cock in her mouth. Slobber and cum lined her lips, while her make-up ran in black streaks, but did nothing to damper her mood, especially with Korri eating her out on the other end.

"Is your candidate living up to your standard, sir?" Tifa asked, feeding Rob herself, while he spent most of his focus on Asami's mouth. Her throat was rolling in a pleasant, undulating motion - excellently done for her first-time - while Rob had her hair held in one hand, using it is a leverage point while he thrusted forth, facefucking her in brutal fashion. Asami gagged and splutter and coughed, moaning and **** around Rob's thick length.

"Oh, she exceeds it!" Rob said, in between bites of truffled mushroom risotto. "A mind for business, and a body for sin. She hadn't even taken cock before today, and she's taken to mine like a duck to water!"

"Oh, poor things, living without a man to take care of and pamper." Brigitte cooed, sorrowful and sympathetic. "Well, don't you worry, dearie, now that Master owns you, you can fulfill your purpose as his submissive sexslave."

Asami smiled at the comment, lips still wrapped around cock, while Rob took the moment to fire a stream of cum right down her gullet. Asami's throat and belly spasmed visibly, as she was flooded with the thick, virulent seed, eyes watering, mascara running, eventually all of it backing up as cum came shooting out of her mouth and nose. She coughed violently, **** for air, but felt satisfied with a job well done.

Having had her appetizer of semen, Asami took a break to eat as well, sitting next to Rob as he reclined, Brigitte massaging his shoulders while Korri wrapped her fat brown tits around his cock for an exuberant, wild titfuck. She ate sparingly, watching her new **** with due fascination. She was happy that this blonde whore was doing the only thing she was good at, that being pleasing their Master, but she also couldn't be helped but be drawn to the sheer size of her massive tits. They were goddamned watermelons! Absolutely obscene! Asami looked down at her own breasts, not small, but nothing compared to Korri's. Maybe she should get some work done? Hmm... a busty, Asian, executive officeslut, surely master would like that?

Pushing that train of thought aside, Asami turned to Rob and said, "Now that we've had our pleasure, let's talk business. What are your primary goals with Slutter? Short and long term? How can I help you execute your vision, Master?"

Rob grabbed Korri by the hair and shoved her downward, so that her plump lips mashed against her big fuckpillows, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Korri responded by wiggling her hips, clearly thrilled by the course of events.

"Short term, we want to shore up our user-base." Rob explained, not letting himself be distracted by Korri her her magnificent rack. "It's a two pronged attack; we want to attract artists and industry folk, make them realize that Slutter is the perfect place for them to be, whether it is to show off their works, network with each other or fans, or even to make money - we will be launching a subscription service of some kind. Second, we want to show regular people that this is a safe-space, crack down on any form of harassment and bullying, make it seem like an alternative to Instagram. That any 20something college girl can post her selfies alongside a porn actress's blowjob tutorial and for it to feel seamless and natural.

"Long term, I want to slut-up society!" Rob laughed. He was trying to avoid going all megalomaniacal with his power and women, but this was the idea pushing things. "This is going to be 'horny-on-main' the website. I want to teach people it's okay to embrace their sexuality, that they shouldn't be ashamed of their fetishes and kinks. I want the world to be as open and perverted as possible... within reason, of course."

Asami nodded sharply, immediately understanding her Master's goals and intent. "Your desires are my own, sir. Your dreams and goals. I'll do everything in my power to achieve them."

Asami finished eating, as Rob finished Korri, with the newly turned **** standing up and strutting pass Rob, dressed only in her heels. She spent over at the waist, shaking her hips and butt at Rob, showing him her still wet, eager pussy. "Now, if you're done with that blown-up bimbo, Master. How about you help me work off some of that delicious meal by destroying my high-class cunt?"

Within minutes, Asami was pressed up against a wall, cum spilling from her snatch, her entire body shaking and trembling from the sheer majestic might of her Master.

"OH YES OH GOD OH FUCK!!" She could barely string together a coherent thought, barely make noise above animalistic growling and fevered shouting. Rob came inside her for the third time, never ceasing, never softening. "You're so fucking good, baby, so big, so strong... use me, use me as much as you w-w-wa-WAAAANT!!!" Asami bit her lip, eyes rolling in the back of her head, her brain a cacophony of white noise, as Rob continued to use her like a whore. Which she was, in a way. An obedient whore, wanted for both her body and brains, and extension of her Master's will and an outlet for his desires.

And she wouldn't have it any other way.