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What a Slut Needs - Ch. 3

Her moment presents itself
After the ladies room, the rest of the day is a blur. That night too, and through the weekend as well, she masturbates repeatedly, imagines him using her again and again. Though he's never touched her like that, his presence alone has awakened the inner whore she never knew existed. Earlier masters taught her much, but the complete whore, the Gorean slave she longs to be, resides in a place none of them could ever reach. Now she hopes the one Master who will have nothing less, will bring her out and make her his own.

The next week is extra busy at work. In addition to the normal workload, Carrasco is interviewing staff members, altering assignments, redistributing workloads. She supports him at every turn. It's a zoo. She's so busy she has forced herself to put her sexual fixation with him on ice.

It's late and most of the staff have left for the day. She's in his office in her usual chair, taking dictation. His brain is in high gear as he paces randomly about the room, rattling off the many points he's gleaned from the staff interviews...all from the top of his head! Even with her head down and her hand jotting as fast as she can, she can barely keep up.

Finally, he stops pacing. "These are the sort of ideas that could help us land many more clients. I want them all tracked and followed up. Margot, will you please see to that?"

"I will, Sir. I'll be glad to."

Anything to serve him. Anything to show her loyalty and support for everything he does. After all, she is his PA. And in her mind, his slave.

With the short pause in his barrage, she takes in a deep breath, looks up, and there on his desk, right out in the open, are a pair of handcuffs and a butt plug, both metal. Her eyes widen, her face flushes. "Cuffs and a plug? He must be a Master," she thinks excitedly, trying her best not to show it.

But Carrasco catches it all, pretends not to notice, sticks to business. "I'm going to make a number of changes very soon."

"Yes, Sir," she acknowledges vacantly, her mind now on another track entirely.

Pacing again, he keeps talking as he stealthily moves toward his office door behind her. "For one thing, I'm going to create a new position," he says. "An expansion of the current PA position that will be a higher pay grade and have more responsibilities."

Still fixed on the plug and cuffs, she doesn't look back at him, but the 'click' of the latch tells her the door is now locked. She freezes. Afraid and aroused, she bows her head, sits perfectly still while his gaze roams over her slender figure, her small shoulders, the fullness of her bottom nestled against the seat of the chair. She doesn't know it, but h e's had designs on her bountiful behind since that day in the lift...her tiny waist, the flare of her hips, all that jiggling ass-flesh bumping its way down the hall.

From behind her, his large hand grips her small shoulder, holds it firmly. "The expanded position will have a new title," he goes on, "a private one, known only to me and that person."

A knot tightens in her stomach. "He's going to cut me," she fears. Her hands begin to tremble as they did in the staff meeting. Looking straight ahead, she puts one of them over his on her shoulder, hangs on tightly, tries to process what he just said.

"Private title?" she puzzles aloud.

"Yes," he says and moves to her front, looks into her eyes as he enunciates the one word she has often dreamed would someday pass his lips: "s-s-slut."

Then to be sure he's clear, he adds flatly, "She will be my slut."

Choking at his abruptness, her mind races...what to say?...oh what to say?...then somehow, out it pops...sweetly and submissively. "May I apply?"

"You already have," he says calmly, his penetrating eyes still fixed on hers.

She looks down...hesitates, asks, "And how was my application received, Sir?"

He holds for a few anxious beats of her heart, then answers, "Favorably so far, but there is further evaluation to be done."

"Oh," she replies, relieved and apprehensive at once.

Never one to shy from a challenge, she resolves, then and there, to do whatever she must. Just knowing she's in the running is all the motivation she needs. The gears in her head are already turning, "His grip on my shoulder was strong and reassuring. And the wolfish way he said 'slut', drawing out the 'ess', then rolling the 'ell', only to chop it all off with that hard 'tee'. Ooh, that 'tee' went straight to my clit." Her nipples tighten, her trembles of fear suddenly become trembles of lust.

He lifts up her chin, looks over her lovely face, those enchanting eyes, her small mouth and full, red-glossed lips. His cock stirs. He pulls her up from the chair onto her teetering heels, her steno pad falls to the floor. Bending her over the desk, he pushes her head down.

"Cheek to the desk top, little slut," he directs. Her heart leaps. There, just inches from her face, are the cuffs and the plug. In no time he crosses her wrists at the small of her back, his spare hand snatches up the cuffs.

"A slut should always be cuffed," he declares as he ratchets them on. Then flips her skirt up onto her back to reveal two soft globes encased in white cotton. He seizes her cuffed wrists with one hand, whacks her bottom with the other.

"Oh, Sir," she peeps, then quickly thanks him and braces for more.

He pulls down the waistband, hooks it under her cheeks and repeatedly whacks the fleshy mounds.

"Oh, Sir...oh, Sir," she exclaims breathlessly, aroused by his commanding manner.

When they're rosy enough, he pinches up a large chunk of jiggling flesh, sucks in a mouthful, lathers it with saliva, licks deep into her cavernous crack.

"This ass just begs to be owned," he proclaims, then spreading her cheeks, thrills her anus with his voracious tongue.

"Yes, Sir, Yes, Sir, Yes, Sir," she moans, dreamily anticipating his cock.

But it's not to be. Not this time. Here only to stake his claim, he pushes the butt plug to her lips. "Lick it, little whore."

How she loves him to call her 'whore'...that deep voice spouting such Masterly orders. She obeys eagerly with long wet licks, tongues it lavishly.

"That's the way...make it good," he lauds.

The air soon fills with submissive squeaks as he wedges the saliva lubed plug between her cheeks, presses it to her freshly licked hole.

"Open your ass to your new companion," he tells her.

Gladly, she relaxes her sphincter, coos as it enters. Her anal tissues stretch to accommodate the ever increasing girth of the advancing cone...until it finally vanishes into her rectum. Only the base is visible. Squeezed between her abundant cheeks, it will act as his marker. And will leave no doubt that her long wished for Master has arrived, and has taken charge of his property.

"This is not to be removed for any reason other than proper hygiene. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir," she gulps. She's losing her grip, everything is happening so fast. Distracted by thoughts of his tongue in her ass, she descends into a lusty delirium. "Ooh, that tongue is divine...is he really going to take me, use me, make me his slut? Dear god, please...let it be so."

Holding her down firmly, he tugs out on the plug to be sure it's secure. Then without touching either of them, he inspects her cunt and clit. Much to his liking, the lips are thick and lush, her clit is prominent and will be perfect fodder for his crop. It's rawness, however, tells him much about his hot new slut.

"You masturbate too much," he scolds.

For that she keeps silent, hopes he'll overlook her one, albeit often, transgression.

For now he doesn't press the issue. Strips her knickers off entirely, sits her back down on the chair, her legs apart, her pussy hanging over the edge.

Her eyes immediately focus on the outline of his genitalia coddled in the finery of his trousers. He wears no briefs. His balls are packed against one leg, his cock snakes down the other. She leans forward instinctively, her cuffed wrists behind her, and puckers to kiss the head.

"Eh-eh, not so fast, little whore. Who gave you permission to do that?"

"I'm sorry, Sir. I thought..."

"Don't think. Just obey. You are to do only what you are told to do."

Chastened, she squeaks a very submissive, "Yes, Sir."

Unzipping his fly, he pulls out his man-meat, lets it hang, then goes back in for the balls. They are heavy with cum, stretch the scrotal sac. He squeezes them down even further until the containing tissue is paper thin, then turns the whole thing up to her mouth.

"Kiss them, little whore," he demands.

And she readily obliges, imprints a luscious red glossed ring on each one.

"Keeping them well-drained will be the main responsibility of the new office slut," he informs. "She will also be responsible for dressing her slutty-best at all times. Nylons and garter belt with teetery fuck-heels will be her 'uniform of the day'. And thickly glossed lips a constant reminder of her special role."

His words careen in her cunt, twist around her clit. She feels herself slipping more and more under his control. Closing her legs, she squirms, pulls at her cuffs. "Oh what he does to me!" she wails in her head. "The way he looks at me...the way he talks...the way he handles me. Such a man must be served."

He flops his cock up onto her forehead, his balls hang off her chin. She purrs kittylike and nuzzles her nose to his manliness.

"Lick it," he commands, and she obediently runs her tongue along the thick semen duct from his ball sac up to the head, perches her red lips on the tip, looks up at him, then flutters it all the way back down.

"Ooh, aren't you the nasty little whore," he winks.

"I try to be, Sir," she replies coyly, knowing she's scoring some points. Her hopes rise even more as h is demeanor shifts to a sterner mode.

Gripping his swelling meat at mid-shaft, he slaps her cheeks with it, lays down the law.

"No more masturbation. Do you understand? None."

"Yes, Sir," she agrees contritely.

"No touching yourself anywhere like that unless I tell you to. You have no right to abuse my property. Any of it. That clit, that cunt, that ass, any body part at all. I will tell you what you can touch and when."

"Yes, Sir."

"That includes touching me."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good," he says. "Because I have no tolerance for disobedience."

Then taking up a handful of her hair, he holds her head still while he slowly grazes his cock over her face.

"You want hot cum on this pretty face, don't you, little whore?"

She swallows hard, wonders how he knows what she's thinking. "Yes, Sir. Very much."

At full hardness now, the veins bulge and pulse along the shaft. She licks her lips, offers him a fish mouth. He thumps it with his cock. The tip oozes precum, sweet and sappy.

"This is what you need , little whore."

"Yes, Sir, yes," she gushes. Rocks her hips, grinds against the plug in her ass.

"Use that kitty-whore tongue then. Show me you want that promotion."

Looking down the barrel, she licks the oozing tip and flicks her tongue all over the head. How she's dreamed of this moment. She wants his cum all right, his filthy, Masterly spunk. She wants it in her mouth and down her throat. She wants it all over her face. It will give her pleasure far beyond mere masturbation. Even pleasure beyond her own orgasms. Pleasure only a Gorean slave could appreciate.

Twisting her hair to her scalp, he forces it into her mouth, her whore-glossed lips wrap around it. He pumps, and she sucks. His cum-heavy balls jostle and swing. The taste of him, the thickness...are everything she dreamed. The plug now in full possession of her ass, the cuffs cutting into her wrists, her shoulders back...just her mouth and her kitty-tongue, nothing else. Sucking him like the whore she longs to be...licking Him...pleasing Him...serving Him.

"Fu-u-u-uck, that's good..." he encourages, as his arousal builds and builds.

Faster and faster he pumps. "That's it, little whore...that's it...oh-h-h...fuck, make me cum!"

Her eyes roll up. There's a rumble deep in his throat, then he pulls her head hard toward him, jerks and grunts. His cock bucks in her mouth, blasts her throat! It's a cannon, his load is hot and thick. She gags and chokes with the force of it...loves it...loves it all. Then a second salvo splats her lips and face! She gasps for air, licks it off her lips, feathers the head, her tongue in a blur.

"S-s-s-s-s," he hisses, "you hot little whore," as a third shoots over her head and onto the floor.

"Oh-h-h fuck...oh-h-h fuck..." he puffs, out of breath. Shivers while she laps at the tip until the spurts end.

Then dabbing his cock on her cum soaked face, he takes care to trowel the remaining spunk to her mouth so she can lick it off and swallow all the cream. When she's finished the last drop, he removes the cuffs, kisses her wrists and draws her up into his strong arms.

She purrs contentedly. The persistent itch in her cunt is gone. Her clit, untouched, is serene. A sense of wholeness comes over her. She knows now that serving a man such as Him, is its own reward.

"Application approved, "he announces.

Looking up with adoring eyes, she says softly, "Thank you...Master."

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