The Generator: The Succubae Seduction (18 page)

All weekend long she’d been looking forward to today. Only when the time came, she’d kissed me, and felt nothing. Disappointed, she’d been about to walk away, when I’d taken control again, and she knows now that she will do whatever I want as long as I continue to evoke this delicious response in her. As long as I will tell her what to do.

In short as long as I make her my little cum slut slave.

My mind becomes my own again, and I moan again as Sheila’s mouth is rapidly bobbing up and down my phallus, my length entering her tight throat. I know exactly what I need to do to please this subservient woman.

Too late my mind flashes to my girlfriends, Becky and Lisa, and while I know I’m cheating on them, I remember something Angela had told me back at the beginning. She always tried to help people with her talents. Just because the succubus has abandoned me doesn’t mean I can’t follow her advice.

Grabbing a handful of hair, I pull back sharply on my boss’s head, until she’s looking me in the eyes. “I am pleased with my little cum slut,” I tell her and see pleasure fill her brown orbs. “I want to give you a reward.”

A broad smile splits her lips as I stand her up and lead her over to the conference table. Sitting her on the edge, I kneel before her and waste no time in pulling the thin fabric covering her sopping slit aside, finally getting a taste of her. She cums almost instantly as my tongue dives into her hole, and raw pleasurable life flows into me. I know I don’t need to block any of it anymore as what I’m taking isn’t enough to hurt her. Her crotch has a tangy flavor to it that isn’t unpleasant at all. I start to shove her shirt up, but she grips the hem, and pulls it up over her head. Her bra is white and lacy, and barely even there. I don’t even feel an underwire as I slide my hands under the thin cloth, kneading her round firm flesh, and making her moans louder.

I truly enjoy how smooth the skin around her vagina is, and suck hard for a few seconds on her clit, before letting up and lightly tickling it with the tip of my tongue. I repeat this a few times, while my fingers rub lightly against her raised nipples. It doesn’t take long until she’s cumming in my mouth once more. As energy flows into me, I stand and go back to my chair.

Sheila continues to shudder for a few minutes, until her climax passes, and then she gives me a bewildered look.

“What does my cum slut want?” I ask her.

“To please her master,” she replies without hesitation.

“That’s good, but what do you
want
?” I respond, and she continues to look confused for a moment. Her eyes drop down to my erect penis, and I can see that she is beginning to understand.

“Your slave wants her master’s cock,” she says softly, almost uncertainly as though she’s afraid that she has the wrong answer and is going to be punished.

“Where do you want my cock?”

Her grin returns as she realizes that she’d been right and proudly states, “She wants your cock in her dripping, horny, tight pussy, master. Will master fuck his slave?”

“If my slave wants it, then she needs to come get it,” I say, slipping slightly into her mode of speech.

She actually bounces as she runs to me, and jumps into my lap. I catch her with ease, but don’t set her on me quite yet.

“Take it,” I command her. “Take your master’s prick, and put it in your little cunt.”

Her hand darts down, and grips my large phallus, aiming it for her hole. “Fuck your slave, master! She needs to feel you in her.”

I let her loose, and she drops down, my cock splitting her vagina wide, and setting me on fire. Apparently the heat is shared as she goes wild in my lap. With her head whipping back and forth, and her hair flying, she pulls my head to her bra-covered chest. Pulling up her bra, I latch onto her right nipple, making her pussy grip my meat in response.

“Oh, master! This feeling. . . . Your slave feels so full and complete. Thank you master. Thank you for treating your slave so well!” Her voice is loud as she cries out her bliss. Once again I’m thankful that we’re far enough away from other offices, that we won’t be heard.

Her orgasm strikes again, and this time my own enjoyment is too much as I ejaculate into my once domineering boss.

Energy flows back and forth between us, driving our passions even higher, until finally, out of breath and sweat dripping down our backs, we come back to Earth.

With ease, I stand up, setting her on her feet. Her legs give way, and I have to support her for a couple minutes until she can keep her legs under her.

“I don’t know where you came from, Master, but thank you.” Her words warm me, and I smile at her.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I tell her. “You have pleased me, slave. Let me reward you.”

“But Master, I’m—Oh!” She starts to protest, but I pick her up and carry her over to the table. Her pussy is dripping with my cum. My cock is flaccid, but I have other means for pleasing her.

I shove the middle two fingers of my right hand into her well lubed hole, palm down. She moans and I watch as her eyes roll back in her head. I use my own cum to lube up my thumb, before shoving it into her anus.

“My slave can’t cum, until I tell her to, understand?” As I ask, I pinch the thin flesh separating my digits and rub back and forth.

“Oh, Master. But you feel so good! Knowing that you are pleased with your slave is about to make her cum.”

“No,” I order her. “If you cum before I say, then I will be very displeased.” As I talked, I’ve continued to finger both of her holes. Her hips are moving in time with my hands, and I know she is getting close.

“Ungh, but Master, I am so close!” she protests.

I pull my fingers out.

She groans in disappointment. Her hand drops to her pussy and she starts to vigorously rub her clit.

“Stop that right now!” I order her, but she ignores me.

I grip her wrist and pull her hand away. She groans again and glares at me.

“I guess I’m going to have to punish you, slave.”

Her eyes go wide as I let go of her hand, grip her waist and flip her over on the table. Her bare ass is right there waiting for me. It’s still a little red from her previous spankings.

“When I give an order,”
SMACK
, “I expect to be obeyed.”
SMACK.

“I’m sorry, Master!” Sheila pleads. Despite her words, I can see a fresh flow of fluids leak from her. “I will obey. Please Master, let me obey you.”

I rub her rear again, massaging it. Part of my mind is still shocked that I have my boss bent over this table. The other part is noticing that I’m growing hard again.

“Last chance, slave,” I tell her, slipping my fingers and thumb back into her holes.

“Yes, Master!” she moans. “Anything for you, Master!”

I move my arm gently at first. True to her word, she stays motionless, waiting for my commands. I pick up my pace and hear her moans grow in volume. Still she doesn’t move.

“Please yourself on my hand, slave,” I tell her.

“Master?” she questions me, not understanding.

I give her rump a slight slap and notice that both her holes tighten around my digits. “I want you to please yourself on my hand, but you can’t cum,” I tell her.

She nods, and a second later she moves her hips against my motionless hand. My cock continues to grow harder as I watch my slave enjoying herself. After a couple seconds she freezes up. I know she’s not cumming, but stopping herself before she can. This happens a couple more times, before I decide she’s endured enough.

I pull my fingers out of her. She turns to look at me, worry in her gaze.

“Have your slave displeased you, Master?”

“Not at all,” I smile at her. I grab my cock, and she notices how hard I’ve gotten. “I think it’s time you finally cum,” I tell her.

I step up to her and shove myself into her in one motion. Her pussy clamps down hard, but she isn’t climaxing yet.

I only spare a few strokes in her, before pulling out, re-aiming, and shoving past her sphincter into her colon.

“Ungh, Master. This ass is yours. All of me is yours Master. Please, fuck me Master. Your slave
needs
to cum!”

I lean forward, grab a handful of her black hair and pull her head to the side. “Cum, my slave.”

You would think I’d released a wild animal! Her right hand slips to her coochy, and I feel her fingers slide inside and rub the underside of my cock. She pushes back against me, making sure I’m fully seated in her colon.

I use my grip on her hair to hold on as she bucks and grinds against me. On instinct, I lightly slap her bum.

“Yes, Master! Spank me. Oh, fuck. Spank me again! Ungh. Oh, I’m. . . . I’m. . . . Oooooohhhh!”

She lets out a long, low wail as her anal cavity grips my cock and tries to pinch it off. I start slamming into her as she loses all muscle control from her powerful orgasm. I’m so turned on by everything that it doesn’t take but a few strokes past her recovering and I’m firing off into her colon. As I do, I notice the handprints on her rump fade and go away as I fill her full of energy.

“Thank you, Master,” Sheila says as I pull out of her. “I never knew what pleasure was, until now.”

“Please, call me Lyden when it’s appropriate,” she looks at me, and I realize my mistake. I had said ‘please’. Thinking fast, I grab her buttocks, pulling her tight to me, and in a steely voice state, “But my little cum slut had better realize her place when we’re completely alone.” Without waiting for her response, I pull her face to mine and kiss her passionately. To my surprise, she has one more small orgasm. Once again I have to hold her upright.

The kiss only lasts until she comes down from her peak, before I pull away and put on my pants. A noise at the door makes me freeze, and I realize we’d forgotten to lock it. Panicking, I run to it looking out, but not seeing anyone. Had someone been watching us? If so, we could get into a lot of trouble.

“What’s wrong?” Sheila asks as she finishes getting dressed.

“Nothing,” I respond, not wanting to give her undue stress, but unable to shake the feeling that something is wrong.

* * * *

“Make those changes,” Sheila tells me as we reenter our office.

“Yes ma’am,” I say, trying to hide my smile before heading to the bathroom to cleanup.

Sitting back at my desk, I glance across from me at Thomas and Debbie and see them busily typing away. Had it been one of them outside the conference room door? Or worse yet, had Guard Lansbury come looking for me and been directed back to that conference room?

Shaking my head, I try to get back to work but can’t shake the thought of Lansbury, or of being watched. I need to find a way to apologize to the security guard and let her know I meant no harm. Even though I know it’s pointless, I write another email and send it to her, after brushing an ant off my desk.

The insect must have travelled in on my clothes. I think I’m going to need to call the landlord and get an exterminator to my apartment.

By the time I’m done for the day, I have no response and no return on the read receipt.

The trip home is fast as expected, and I just let the Orange Bubble have its way. I wonder why I never get pulled over, or even have any traffic problems. I guess that it’s another trick the Cyclopes put into my vehicle. Maybe it can go invisible like Angela can.

My girlfriends told me last night that they would stop back by tomorrow. I’d found out that Lisa is a martial arts instructor, mainly focusing on Aikido. In the evenings she goes to the local college to get her business degree. She’d invited me to train in her dojo, and I think I’ll take her up on it. Who knows when that might come in handy?

Becky, on the other hand, goes to college during the day, working towards a law degree and working as an intern for one of the prominent law firms.

Personally I’m jealous of their ambition. Both of them will likely be a lot more successful than I am.

I ignore Brooke’s door but find mine unlocked. I must have forgotten to lock up when I left. I’ll have to work harder on that. Sometimes my memory isn’t the best. I head for the kitchen to figure out something for dinner. I’m still a little down but think that maybe a good meal will help my spirits rise.

Another small red ant crawls across the counter as I’m cutting up some chicken, and I crush it under my finger before getting back to my cooking. It strikes me as odd that an ant would be all the way up here. Maybe it came in with someone and is lost now?

Mixing all of my ingredients, I throw it in the oven to wait.

And kill two more ants. Did some kid’s science experiment or ant farm break? No, more likely came in with the flowers. No matter, they’re dead now.

I go to look at the flowers, wanting to make sure all the ants are dead, but my phone rings, startling me. I go over to answer it. I know a lot of people eschew having a landline, but I’m always so forgetful with my cell, half the time even forgetting to charge it. Also, I can give this number out for work or business stuff, keeping my cell for personal use. I pat the small phone in my pocket, just to make sure I even have it on me.

“Hello?” I ask into the handset.

There is silence on the other end for a couple moments, and I’m about to repeat my question, starting to get the creeps, when the person finally speaks.

“Um, Mr. Snow?”

The voice is quiet and hard to make out but somehow familiar and definitely feminine.

“Yeah, you got me,” I reply, trying to sound relaxed. Why do I feel a shiver running down my spine?

There is an almost imperceptible laugh before she continues. “D-did you mean what you said?” She pauses and I wrack my brain for any clue as to what she’s talking about. “In the email,” she thankfully clarifies.

“Jennifer?” I ask, finally recognizing the voice. She must have gotten my number from work.

“Yeah, sorry, guess that would help,” she tells me but seems very nervous.

“Of course I meant it,” I tell her. “I never meant to hurt you. You’ve always been a friend to me.” Despite what happened between us this morning, it feels a little odd to hear her so insecure, and without making any nasty jokes.