Sleepless faces

I made sure to cover Gretchen’s face with ropes and ropes of my white stuff, and got up. No time to waste lying around, dumping more ejaculate on her pretty face. Even though I could do that all day.

“Clean it up. We don’t want Maria seeing that, do we?”

She nodded and scooped some of the cum from her face. I guess she could’ve wiped it on the bedsheet, but she decided to lick it of her hand instead. And she made sure I saw it.

Yeah. She did it for my viewing pleasure. Without me giving any orders to do that.

I still didn’t know how she actually felt about eating the stuff. But it didn’t seem to make her gag or look disgusted anymore. Maybe she was just so used to the taste by now. I mean her mouth was practically the second home for my cock these days.

But I could make her love the stuff. I had a slider that would make her “Worship”-value into 100. I’m sure at that point even my cum would turn into a heavenly nectar for her. I’d been itching to try it for a while now… But not today. No way. She needed to act like her usual self with Maria.

If today’s operation was a success, the office was just one step away from being mine.

And when that happened… I wouldn’t be holding back anymore. No more cowering in the shadows. Just… pleasure.

I put my suit on and was ready to leave Gretchen’s bedroom.

But… the way several globs of my seed were still dripping down her face… I couldn’t stop looking at her. And it gave me a mischievous idea.

“Hey stop cleaning your face. Come here.”

And she did. Jumping off the bed and landing in front of me, like a good little puppy.

“You did good last night. I listened to the conversation you recorded for me. The part about making her touch your boobs… you knew I’d love that, didn’t you?”

She smiled a bit, but also blushed and looked away. I yanked on the collar that was still around her neck, and brought her bukkake-like face back to me. I did it so fast that a few globs fell off her face and onto her nude body. Her body wasn’t that clean anyway. It was plastered with dried up cum from last night.

“Don’t look away when I’m praising you, bitch.”

“Th-Thank you, master…” she stuttered.

“How did it feel when she… grabbed your mammoth tits?”

To emphasize the point, I squeezed one of her gorgeous titties.

“Ungh… It… It felt… wrong…”

I could see she was conflicted. She didn’t want to lie to me, but she feared that telling me her honest feelings would displease me.

But she was wrong about that. Hearing her say that just made more excited.

“Get over it. I like it, therefore you should like it.”

I squeezed her tit harder, to make it clear I was angry with her. Even though I wasn’t.

“Nnngghh…. Yes… Master… I’ll… I will.”

“Good. Now. I’m still angry about that coffee thing yesterday. You haven’t done nearly enough to make up for that. And I’m not sure you ever can. But. Here’s your punishment. I order you to stand in place. You can’t move any part of your body for the next five minutes.”

She was confused, but nodded.

I opened up the bedroom door. And kept it open.

The sperm-dripping Gretchen gasped as she realized what I was about to do. But couldn’t do anything about it. I could see her hands and arms twitching, desperately hoping to cover herself. But she knew better than to do that.

Mimi was still on the sofa. Tossing and turning. I found it very unlikely she got some sleep yesterday.

Specially after I activated her orgasm lock.

The one orgasm she got from the nighttime ****… That was going to be the last one for a while. She’d masturbate furiously in the coming days, with no results. Then… Then only logical conclusion… That only my hand was able to bring her to the promised land.

She popped her head up as soon as she head the bedroom door open.

And then her tired eyes widened in shock.

She could see her sister. Dripping with my manjuice. Her used-up, fucked, naked body in all its glory. And the dehumanizing collar around her neck.

And Gretchen just stood there. Frozen in place. Her body totally red from embarrassment.

I acted as if I didn’t even see Mimi.

“See you later, fuckbunny. I’ve got work to do.”

I blew her a kiss, and mercifully closed the door. I’m sure Mimi got more than a good look of her fucked sister by now. Or I should say “again”. Only this time, both of them knew it.

I walked by Mimi’s sofa, still pretending I hadn’t noticed her. Then, just as I had walked completely past her, I turned around like she was an afterthought.

“Oh right, you’re still here too. How was your night?” I asked teasingly.

She breathed very rapidly. Her whole body was still sweating, and her cheeks were burning red. It really did look like she had a fever.

Damn, all of these lust-inducing traits I had planted on Gretchen… They really just hit her all at once, didn’t they? And now she was a mess because of it.

Hot, sexy mess.

She didn’t answer my question. I didn’t expect her to. The bags under her eyes told me all I needed to know.

I got closer to her, which just made her breath all that much faster.

The whole sofa stank of her juices.

I leaned down. “I guess we’ll see you again… Well, who knows when? Although, I gotta say, we might be a little busy for a while. You know. I guess you could say we can’t get enough of each other. Don’t really have time for others right now.”

My hand extended towards her face. She flinched a bit. Then… She froze in place. Waiting desperately for me to do whatever I was about to do.

I pinched her cheek. Her hot, burning cheek. Like she was a kid or something.

“I’d love to have time for you kiddo, but you’re not Gretchie.”

With that, I let go of her cheek and patted her head a couple times.

I was afraid to touch her more than that, her eyes were already rolling to the back of her head. She looked like her pussy was about to explode from those few touches alone. I mean I knew she couldn’t, but still…

As I was about to exit the front door, I turned to her one last time.

“You’re really close to being her, though. Really close.”

And then I left. I wouldn’t see her for a while. She’d return home by the end of the day.

And she would have some real interesting new things to think about.

The drive back to the office was fairly uneventful, so I took the opportunity to go through my messages.

Surprisingly, despite all the women falling under my powers, there weren’t that many messages.

There was one message from Hayley. She made it clear she had some new information I could be interested about.

Even though I told her that I would contact her, not the other way around.

I’d have to punish her for that later. Right now, I just ignored it. Nothing was going to break my focus about tonight’s plan.

Look, okay, maybe there was another way to take Maria down. In fact, there were several different ways. I’m sure Hayley could’ve helped me with that.

But I wanted to do this plan. Why? Because it was the most humiliating one. The one that would give me most pleasure. Simple as that. I’m a pervert, so I’ll plan like a pervert. Sue me.

Then there were seven messages from Janice.

Yesterday she sent me three. I guess the night was exceedingly awful for her.

The logs showed she even tried to call me. In the middle of the night. Thank God I blocked the bitch’s number before that. She would’ve ruined my sleep.

All the messages were just the variation of “we need to talk”, and the last ones just being more frantic like “WHERE ARE YOU? ANSWER YOUR PHONE!!!”

I decided to take another look at text for her newest trait.

MASOCHISM / PINCH THEM! PLEASE PINCH THEM!

The subject will feel an intense desire to have their breasts or nipples squeezed by the user. If the user doesn’t do this once a day, the desire might get so bad that the subject is unable to think of anything else. Using instruments, such as nipple clamps, can help for a few days, but eventually the they have to be squeezed by the user.

The subject’s breasts also turn extra sensitive and erogenous.

Now... When did I turn this on?

It was like… almost two days ago?

That meant her thinking skills were already suffering big time. Unless… Unless she had found some clamps or something.

The last message she sent me… Was about 5 hours ago.

Before that, the messages were like an hour apart.

Now, either she passed out from lack of sleep… Or she found tools to squeeze her titties.

If she didn’t send me anything for a while… I was going assume it was the latter. In that case, I could leave her to the backburner for a while.

But if she did… I might have to deal with her today. Otherwise she could go literally insane.

But how? What exactly would I do with her? Or make her do?

…

Oh yeah, those were some nice ideas…

I took the elevator up to the office.

Ulla didn’t think I was a hands-on editor? That I was never in the office?

I’d make her regret saying that.

But before I could get to the office, there was someone blocking my way.

It was Sophie.

It was the same, sleepless, lust-filled, burning face that I saw on Mimi’s face just half an hour ago.

And she was clearly waiting for me. She didn’t waste one second to begin talking.

“Jack! Stop! Listen!” she practically shouted, desperately.

“…What?”

“I… You need to take Lana to the basement. Again. With me.”

She got that line out fast. Like she had been practicing it or something.

“What the fuck? You just got your pictures. Shouldn’t you still be enjoying those ones? Fuck no. Not now.”

I was about to walk past her, but she grabbed me by my sleeve.

“I know that! And it’s… it’s not about pictures.”

Well well. Was she finally ready to vocalize the newest perversion I had given her?

“It’s… It’s about… It’s…. It’s…. It’s…”

Oh God. No she wasn’t. She just kept stammering the same words, looking at the floor and blushing to high heavens.

She wanted to see me fuck Lana’s face. Come on. It’s not that hard to say.

“I… welll, you see… it’s like… I…”

Sigh. Did I really have to wait for this for the next hour?

…Hmm. There might be a way to make this more enjoyable.

It was time to put her newest trait to use.

I put my hand on her shoulder, which made her quiet down immediately.

“Look. It’s clear you’re suffering from some type of addiction. Am I right? Did I guess correct?”

She thought about for a little while, then nodded. Ashamed.

“Okay. You need to relax and put your mind at ease. I’ll help you with that.”

Then, I began unbuttoning her jacket.

She was remarkably calm about it.

“Wh-What are you doing?”

I slowly pushed her against the hallway wall, while at the same time opening her jacket. Then, I roughly pulled down her blouse and bra, exposing her left titty.

After all these years of fantasizing. Sophie’s nude, perfect, titty. Right in front of my face. Touching my hand. It was just as perky as I always imagined them to be.

Sophie was ready to scream, but I nullified that by blocking her mouth.

“Like I said. I’m going to help you relax. So stop acting like a bitch.”

Then I lowered myself to her lovely little titty and began sucking it.

Playing and teasing the nipple with my tongue.

I saw the panic in Sophie’s face subside, and I slowly removed my hand from her face.

“Wha- What are you doin-“ she spoke breathily.

And then I sucked on her breast with all my suction power. While squeezing the other one with my hand.

Her nipple tasted like butter, for some reason.

She moaned and tilted her head back in pleasure.

Her tit tasted so good… I had to bite into it.