The Maid For Pleasure Bundle 2 (19 page)

Her body was so much
better
than that silly pin-up girl’s, she realized with a bit of pride. She took in a deep breath, sucking in her tiny tummy, and letting her thick tits stick out proudly. Her legs looked smashing in her heels. Bambi and Candy did her such a favor by putting them on.

And then, slowly, the longer she admired her reflection, shame and shock began to weasel their way into her mind. Somehow, Tiffany's mind was clearing.

She
hated
pin-up girls. She
hated
bimbos. She
hated
women who defined themselves exclusively by their looks and their ability to turn men on. It was
monstrous
to let someone live that way.

And...

A-and...that was her. That was...she was a pin-up girl. She was a walking wet dream. She was a bimbo beyond all bimbos. She could see herself right there, in that reflection.

Terrified of what she had become, she fled from the poster, strutting out effortlessly in her high high heels, unable to stop herself from adding a sexy sway to her walk. Candy had changed her. Bambi had changed her.
Rebecca
had changed her, and she was changed too! And Castle! He was at the root of it all!

How had she let it get to this?

Somehow, through the seeming labyrinthine corridors of the stadium, she found her way back to her office. The one place where she felt safe. Breathing hard, her tits pushing boldly against her tiny uniform, she rushed inside.

Inside was Castle, talking with a contractor in a blue jacket.

“I’ll want this wall taken out completely,” said Castle, pointing. “And a pair of fountains over there. I’ll want them fueled with—”

He stopped, eyeing Tiffany up and down critically.

“Oh, hello, dear. So good of you to join us.”

“Y-y-you
monster!
” She pointed at him, gesticulating wildly. “You did this! You did all of this!”

Castle whispered something to the contractor, who nodded and stepped out, though not before landing a slap on Tiffany's ass. She decided she would strangle him for the indiscretion. Instead, she giggled happily, his touch flooding her ultra-sensitive ass with a heavy dose of dopamine.

“Now,” said Castle, sitting on the edge of Tiffany's desk, “what's this all about, babe?”

Tiffany was shaking. “Y-you-you...y-you
know
what it's all about!”

Her voice wouldn't turn into the furious crescendo of rage that she wanted. All she could manage was a thoroughly giggly chirp.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“You just want me barefoot and pregnant, don’t you! That's what this whole thing has been about, hasn't it!”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You look terrific in heels. Look at you. You're walking dynamite. What on earth would I want you barefoot for?”

Tiffany hadn’t considered that. That made so, so much sense.

She
did
look terrific in heels, after all.

And the the knowledge that Castle
thought
she looked terrific in heels made everything all better, somehow. Suspicious thoughts fled her mind for a final time. Some part of her tried desperately to hold onto them, but it was just so much
nicer
to think about how Castle thought she looked “terrific.”

Terrifically sexy, probably. Titanous terrific titties titillating this tanned trillionaire. Something something.

She giggled again, stepping forward and pushing her tight busty body into Castle's. Her soft face nuzzled into his arm, bright eyes looking up into his devilishly handsome face. There
was
something wrong with all of this, but thinking was so very hard when he was
such
a fucking stud.

“I-I just don’t understand,” said Tiffany, her voice high and needy. “What are you doing here?”

“I own this team now, love.” He stroked her beautiful face. Tiffany tried—and failed—to suppress a deep, longing moan. Her breasts swelled against her tiny top. His touch was like God’s. She felt full of love for him, full of desire. “I own this stadium. I own everything here. Didn’t you read all those contracts I sent over?”

“I...I had...like...” she frowned and stamped her feet. “Reading is
hard.
”

“It really is, for girls like you. Isn’t it?”

She nodded. “So won’t you like, give me a pass?”

“A pass?” He looked bemused.

“Y-yeah! Can’t you, um, like, just give me the things I want? I mean...” she slipped her hand against his cock. “I know you like how pretty I am, Stanny baby. I know you’ve
always
liked that. It could be just like old times.”

For the first time since they had started interacting again, she saw weakness on Castle’s face. His attraction to her predated all his other accomplishments. He took a step back, breathing hard.

No one ever forgot their high school crush. Not even Castle.

“Wh-what? No, I...” he shook his head, clearly affected.

Tiffany pounced on the apparent weakness, her hand sliding up and down on his massive cock through his pants.

“I’m
so
sorry, Stanny,” she moaned. “I’m so,
so
sorry. I should have been sucking your cock all through high school. I should have been like,
begging
to do it. I should have been asking every day if I could round up more girls to serve you like you
deserve
.
Please
, Stanny...Please?”

His sternness seemed to have some chinks in its armor. His hands were gripping and re-gripping her backside, and thick puddles of cum had started to leak through his thin suit pants.

“I want your babies, please? Won’t you let me have them? I want to fucking be
bred
by you, Sir. You’re the one who deserves to fuck my fertile little cunny. No one else. I
only
want you.”

He was wavering.

“Please...I...”

Her salivating had progressed straight into drooling, now. She needed the thick hunk of manflesh that hung between his legs. It sang to her, like a choir in church overpowering whatever the pastor might have been saying. She wanted to kneel at the temple of his body and worship with her mouth, to give up everything in herself to slide her plush, bimbotastic lips over the incredibly hard surface of his gargantuan dick.

Castle was relentless—he pushed her slowly down. “What are you trying to say, sweetling?”

“I wanna...w-wanna...
wanna
...”

She dropped to her knees, pawing at his pants. Her intelligence regressed so immediately in the face of his monstrous cock that she couldn’t even figure out zippers anymore. Castle took pity on her and dropped his pants—a very practiced motion for him—and slipped her mouth forward over his cum-covered cock.

Soon, he was deep down her throat, unleashing load after load of precum into her belly. Tiffany's first blowjob—ever in her life—was a sloppy thing. She used far too much tongue, but made up for her sloppy form with orgasm-fueled cheer and enthusiasm. Her lips slopped happily around the turgid head of his dick, her tiny hands gently caressing his massive balls.

“I'm going to gift you, Tiffany,” he grunted. “I'm going to gift you with a full load.”

Moaning with need, she slurped her lips up his shaft and ran her nose all the way up to his crotch. She could feel his massive length stretching out her esophagus. Just as promised, Castle unleashed inside her, exploding his load straight down her throat and into her stomach. She could feel the gooey, white warmth spreading through her body, taking her over.

There was so much of it. She had to slide off his cock, being too filled, and Castle continued to cum all over her gorgeous face. Eagerly, she licked down everything she could, sliding her hands through the thick goop and nomming it all down.

Then, still horny despite the several orgasms the blowjob had given her, she stared up at her God with needy eyes. She didn't know it, but the overdose of his cum had started to turn her midnight black hair into a gorgeous, shining gold color. The blond strands puddled around her legs, looping through her heels.

“Please, won’t you fill me up? Won’t you give me your babies, Sir? I need them so bad...I need to be filled...”

But this time, Castle was resolute.

“You don’t get my cum in your cunt. Not today. Maybe tomorrow I’ll come back and give it to you. But first you have to earn it.”

She was desperate, looking up at him with wild eyes.

“Anything!” she moaned. “Anything you say! Please!”

He smiled. “We'll see.”

* * * * *

T
hey were all waiting for her in the locker room. Each player knew who she was and who she had been. They wanted her. They wanted to fuck their old boss. They wanted to teach her a lesson. Women weren't supposed to be in charge of men. Women were just made to be silly, obedient fucktoys for the men strong enough to own them.

They all looked at with greedy, hungry eyes as she entered the locker room and walked past. They wanted her bimbofied body. They all wanted to fuck her, and her alone. She was that hot. She could feel their eyes coating her bare torso, her hot tits, her long long newly golden hair. The football studs were all over six foot five, each one positively packed with enormous amounts of muscle. If they wanted to, they could hold her up by one foot and fuck her upside down against the wall.

Where the after-game drinks and food were usually laid out was instead just a bare platform.  Knowing exactly what it was for, Tiffany got up on top of it and got on her hands and knees.

Tate stepped forward, a smile on his face. “What are you doing up there, Belmont?”

“Call me Tiffie, please?”

“All right.” All the men laughed, a strangely arousing thunder sound. “What are you doing up there, Tiffie?”

“I’m doing my duty. All you guys like, get a turn. That’s just how it works now.”

Tate wanted her to be explicit. “Get a turn how?”

“All of you are gonna fuck my hot little pussy. It belongs to all of you. I’m the team’s cum dump, now. It’s what I was born to be. You’ve taken
so much
guff from me. Now I want you to give it all back.”

“Really?”

She nodded, smiling blissfully. “Really. And you’re getting my salary, too. It’s split up evenly all among you.”

Castle promised he would take care of her, that she didn't have to worry about silly things like money anymore. That made her feel so secure and lucky. He was so good to her.

“Now,” said Tiffie, giggling. “Are you gonna come fuck my unprotected cunt, or what?”

With ease, Tate ripped off his tight white pants. His football pads were still on. Some of the studs had their helmets on still. He slipped up behind Tiffie, pushing his arms around her tiny waist. She was so slender now, and Tate so huge, that his hands wrapped completely around her waist with ease. Right away, not waiting for anyone else, he started fucking her from behind.

“Oh my god!” Tiffie moaned.

She didn't know it anymore, but she hadn't actually been fucked by a man in years. Her cunt was almost virgin-tight, and Tate filled her sopping wet entrance completely. She tried to stay on her hands and knees, to thrust backward into Tate's thrusts, but he was too strong for that. Tate lifted her up and shoved into her from behind. His cock was enormous, more than a foot of solid hot flesh sliding into her hot, needy cunt.

The other players started to gather around. Karlyle, his mountainous black form naked except for his shoulder pads, stuffed her mouth full of his thick dark cock. She slobbered all over it and sucked it down. Tate continued to power her body upward with the force of his incredible thrusts, and Karlyle continued to fuck her downward into her mouth.

She could take it all, like a proper bimbo slut. Her mind was full of orgasms and giggles, her cunt drooling out all over Tate's cock the same way that her mouth drooled all over Karlyle's. It was so hot, how the holes were so similar. That's all she was, really, just three wet needy holes for men to use and abuse.

At some point in their hot fuck session, Candy and Bambi had arrived.

“Oh god, yeah Tate,” moaned Candy. “Fuck her. Fuck your old boss. Fuck her
hard
, Master. Please?”

“Yeah, Karl,” moaned Bambi. “Get her! Get her good. Oh fuck, she's taking you
so deep
, oh fuck. Fucking cum in her, please!”

Both men nodded, clearly having great control over their loads at this point. Each one let out a shivering moan and unloaded inside of Tiffie's body, filling her already-cum-filled body with even more cum. Her mind blissed out, blinking from one dimension to another, and the two men continued to empty out their cum all over her body.

Tiffie thought for a moment that it was over, but it wasn't even close. The rest of the studs began to close in. She couldn't differentiate between them anymore. They were all so big and dark and strong and muscled. Her hands slid over six packs and down to cocks, jerking happily. Another cock slapped against her pretty face and slid into her mouth. She giggled with affirmation, and a chirping little moan of orgasm fled her lips as the immense cock slid into the ultra-sensitive entrance of her mouth. Another cock slipped into her cum-soaked cunt, and they were off to the races again, each cock she felt needing to empty itself into and onto her body.

As she was fucked harder and harder, a miraculous event started to occur. Her huge tits—long ago exposed, her tight top torn away by Tate—started to lactate. Her milk spread everywhere on the platform where they fucked her, and a few men slid up underneath her, gathering up the thick cream of her body with their hot hunk tongues.

They fucked her furiously, relentlessly, with no thought of her as a woman or a person, just a happily sexed-up object for their use. They came all over her hot tanned skin, into her thick hair—even using the hair as a sort of lasso to hold onto her body as they plowed into her tight hot holes.

There was no protection to speak of. Every load of cum was unprotected. And Tiffany could
feel
how fertile she was. She knew she would get pregnant. Every orgasm she had was fueled by that furiously happy thought. And every time, for the rest of the night, she came when they did, and many more times beside.