The BLISS Pleasure Cruise

‘BLISS is life.’

The phrase echoed through Holli’s mind, soothing any fears she wasn’t pleasing her boss enough. She knew that she needed to focus during her work appraisal with BLISS’ CEO, to prove that she was a good employee, but over the past few months, her focus seemed to have been steadily eaten away. Sometimes, she would drift off in the middle of a sentence, with the point she had been trying to make already gone from her thoughts. And while some part of her knew she should be more bothered by this, there were far more important things for her to worry about.

Inside the penthouse office of BLISS, the company’s CEO, known only as Max to his friends and business partners, sat at his large wooden desk and smiled down at his young, attractive employee. He recalled meeting her for the first time.

Holly Taylor had run a small startup right out of college, trying to modify white noise generators to create subliminally soothing frequencies for therapists’ offices, rehab clinics and addiction centers. She really wanted to help the world. Max, then Chief Information Officer for BLISS, had convinced the now ex-head of Taylor Systems that that same technology would be key for BISS’s resorts and cruise lines, and offered a partnership with the fledgling company. He had even promised that she would have been granted all the autonomy she needed to perfect her work without Big Brother looming over her and her small staff.

Never could she have imagined that the oh so generous Max would have twisted her life-saving technology against her.

And having taken control of BLISS using Holly’s technology, Max completely refocused the cruise line and hotel chains to fit his new business model. Under Max’s rule, BLISS had quickly brought the concept of hospitality to new, unprecedented heights.

Before, BLISS had been interested in making the moderately successful feel like somewhat well-to-do at their properties. The new and improved BLISS allowed the super wealthy to take nearly anyone they wanted and reshape them as they saw fit.

After all, Max thought, they’d always been in the people business.

The young and altruistic Ms.Taylor had needed time to get used to the new state of affairs at the company. But it had been magnificent to use her desire to excel against her.

“Holli, I am so, so happy with how far you have come,” Max spoke in his thick French accent, “You have outpaced your contemporaries in every single important category, ma chérie. Your enthusiasm, winning attitude and work ethic are magnifique. Just look at how you are attacking the issue at hand directly in front of you. With so much skill. So much gusto!”

Holli was expertly tending to the task at hand. She moaned lightly and ran her dainty hand up and down Max’s long, hard shaft and quickly made his tool thick and rock hard. Her baby blue eyes were locked on Max’s cock, and she bent forward and slowly ran her tongue up and down its length. Every now and then she would kiss the bulbous head, causing Max to throw his back slightly in sheer pleasure.

“It is because of all of this….oh, fuck, that is good….,” Max moaned, looking down. He made eye contact with the woman, her once sharply acute blue eyes gazing up at him currently in a vapid, lovesick stare. She looked so eager for his approval. Unable to resist , he gave it to her. Max tangling both his fists in what had once been carefully coiffed hair, and himself deeper down her throat. He only released her when she gagged and flailed, her throat visibly bulging.

Releasing her didn’t cause her to stop her ministrations. Far from it, in fact.

“Thank you, sir,” she mumbled around his cock in a much higher, breathier voice.

She stared up at him in awe even as she rained quick butterfly kisses up and down his length, and Max breathed in sharply. Holli’s round, vapid and docile eyes continued to gaze worshipfully up at the man that had become her entire world, her long, curled eyelashes surrounded by dramatic eyeshadow and liner.

He was amazed at the stark transformation the girl had undergone, with nearly every part of her improved and enhanced by his company’s aestheticians. Max and his staff had seen to it that she now had a smaller, button nose, and her lips were far more plump than they had been before. They always seemed to take on an almost constant pout when they weren’t wrapped around a stiff cock.

Makeup was also new for the girl. Where once she had only put on the most minimal amount, just to highlight her features, the pretty young thing was never seen without her face perfectly sculpted by the ladies in the salon and spa in the building.

Max looked down at the pretty little doll, and thought about how months ago she wouldn’t have lasted nearly as long sucking him off. A year ago, had he ordered her to get down on her knees to suck him off, she would have been horrified at the very idea of sucking her boss’ cock and Max’s name would have been all over the news as part of a sexual harassment scandal. The whole thing would have been a disaster for him. Not anymore.

Now she had truly found BLISS.

It was only when she tongued his glans that his reverie was broken, and Max was brought back to what he was about to tell her before he became lost in the pleasure of it all.

“...As I was saying, it is because of all this that I would like for you to be my personal sexretary on the très important cruise that I am attending,” Max told her, “It is très important, my pet. BLISS’ most daring project yet. You will serve much as you have done in recent months, and, well, just as you are doing now. This is a great honor, ma chérie. You should be very proud of yourself.”

Holli cooed out excitedly, but the noise was muffled as she redoubled her efforts. Abandoning subtlety, she wrapped her lips around his tip and began to eagerly suck him off, her hands working the base. Smirking at her enthusiasm, Max grabbed his new sexretary’s head and began to thrust into the tight passage of her mouth. With every stroke, her tongue ran slavishly over every vein and contour of the rockhard member, her head bobbing to meet the powerful thrusts.

She knew he was close when she heard Max’s grunts begin to quicken. The knowledge only sent a whorish thrill through her hot body, pleasure at pleasing another. Holli felt the first tingles of her own orgasm that was about to assail her. A moment later, and as Max’s back arched, she immediately retracted her mouth until her lips only held his cockhead. Max shot his gooey load into her mouth, painting the back of her throat with thick ropes of cum , and Holli took it all like the obedient fuckvessel that BLISS had turned her into. When his frantic thrusts at last subsided, his orgasm finished, Holli moved her lips off her boss’s softening rod, and opened her mouth, showing Max just how much he had given her. At his silent command, she swallowed it all, and as a reward for her obedience Holli’s orgasm tore into her the moment the first drops touched her stomach.

A short time later, Max had cleaned himself up and Holli was busy squeezing her inflated tits back into her brief mini-dress.

“Like, thank you soooo much, sir. I can’t wait to go on the cruise!” Holli chirped, as she licked her glossy pale pink lips.

“Yes, I believe it will be a truly life changing experience,” Max chuckled to himself, “My next appointment today will see to that. If all goes well.”

Holli looked over to Max and flashed a wide, docile smile, “Oh, I am, like, sure it will go perfectly, sir. You are a brilliant man.”

He watched her smoothed out the tight little white number she was wearing, and fixed her glossy, tasseled hair. He felt reassured that she was following her subliminal messaging to a tee. After all, looks were very important to a BLISS Slut.

He just hoped his next appointment was following her subliminals just as well as Holli here was.

“Can I assist you with anything else, sir?” Holli asked.

“Oui,” Max’s gaze lingered over her form, admiring how quickly she’d made herself presentable. And how easy it would be to undo that work all over again. “Given that you will be working for me directly for this assignment, you are to refer to me from this point forward as ‘Master’. Is that clear?”

Holli blinked, a shudder coursing through her oversexed form.

“Is this a problem, mon petit BLISS slut?” Max prompted her.

“...no,” Holli’s voice was very small, and her eyes were wide and glazed over. “I’m happy to do so, Master. So, soooooooo happy!”

“Bon,” Max smiled over to her, “But my guests are to arrive very shortly. Have some of your sister sluts ready for when we’re done. I if things go as well as I hope they do, then they’ve earned a reward for their hard work.”

“Yes, Master,” Holli cooed, her wide smile returning to her glamorously made-up face. She then turned sharply on her sky-high heel and sashayed out of the office. Max enjoyed watching the little tart’s hips and bubble butt sway back and forth almost hypnotically.