Title: Master PC--The Ornithologist, Part V
Author: bobwhite
Summary: Michelle begins to pay for her sloppily-worded commands,
thanks to Rob.
Keywords: MF FF mc

Master PC--The Ornithologist, Part V by bobwhite

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*Author's Note: The gears continue to shift in this chapter. I want to
send a special thanks out to Born Blitzed for his proofreading and
structure advice--without a good proofer, writers like me would be
doomed to kackdom. And extra special thanks to all women named
Michelle, for being something of an inspiration from time to time.*

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*Rob will eventually branch out to the women at work, and finally
choose Michelle Mason as a permanent, live-in slave.*

*Rob will make Michelle Mason do things that she would never do; and,
he will enjoy humiliating her in every way possible.*

*Michelle loves to be a slave to her Master.*

*Michelle will forget all about Master PC once the program is sent to
Rob Beige and erased from her computer completely.*

*Michelle will be aware that someone is controlling her, but will not
be able to do anything about it.*

*The more Michelle is made to do things that she hates, and the more
she doesn't want to do what she is forced to do, the more aroused she
becomes from obeying her Master.*

Six lines of commands would have been running through Michelle's head,
had she bothered to allow herself to remember anything about her brief
tenure as a Mistress to anyone whose name she knew. Knowing what was
going on would help to explain why, when she'd decided to take a day
off, she suddenly felt she had to go to work--and as quickly as
possible.

When she got in her car, she adjusted the rear-view mirror and was
shocked at what she saw. Her makeup was fine, but her clothes--she
looked like she was going to the clubs! She stared down at her sheer,
black top, black bra visible underneath, and gasped. And, seeing how
much thigh she was showing confirmed that she'd chosen a miniskirt...
for work.

Cursing her lack of time to go and change, she started her car, put it
in gear, and left. And one question lingered in her mind the whole
trip: 'Why am I doing this?' It was like she was being told to do
things, even though she was alone.

''Chelle, that's crazy,' she reminded herself. 'How could anyone
control anyone like this? You're just feeling guilty for skipping
work, that's all.'

Towards the end of the drive, though, she felt a tingle inside that
was definitely not guilt. Whatever was happening was mildly arousing -
the thought of not being in control was one of Michelle's kinks.
'Maybe I'll have to ponder that particular fantasy further,' she
playfully thought as she entered the building. '...Right after my
meeting with Rob,' she finished as she suddenly realized she had a
meeting with Rob.

Thinking about him alone sent a little shiver to her pussy. It was his
day off, and he'd probably be in some casual clothes. 'Clothes I could
rip off with my teeth,' she imagined before she caught herself.

'Michelle Mason, cool it or you'll lose it in there!' she reminded
herself. It was stupid, she knew, to dwell on the feelings she had for
an apparently happily married man. 'But he's so damn... mmmm...' her
mind dreamily trailed off as she meandered to his office door. She
opened the door and glided into the office without even knocking. She
had a seat in front of his desk and looked lovingly into his... chair.
He was facing the other way.

"Uh, Rob? You wanted to see me?" She ventured. As if waiting for her
to speak, he spun around in his chair, locking eyes with her. He
looked a little annoyed, and she figured it was because she was late.

'Ugh. The man wears a tie on his day off.'

"Hi, Michelle. Dressed a little inappropriately, aren't we?" He asked,
noticing her outfit--and smiling a little.

Feeling another shiver in her nether regions, Michelle's mind began to
actually struggle. She was simply humiliated--how could she come to
work like this?--yet, at the same time, it was... exciting.

"Uh, yes, Rob. This isn't appropriate at all. I don't know what
possessed me...."

He held his hand up, motioning for her to stop talking. She complied,
and he got right to the point. "Michelle, dear, tell me something.
What did you do yesterday at the end of your shift, after I left the
office?"

Remembering the wild time she had Thursday brought a smile to her lips
as she formed a perfect lie to cover her actual activities. 'Something
tedious, something that's never completely done, something...
correspondence... no... scheduling! Yes, he'll buy that,' she thought.

Instantly forming a coherent cover story concerning scheduling some
inspections, she began. "I got Peter to fuck me--four times! He has a
monster cock, too. That man fucked me till I almost couldn't remember
my name--he's got the stamina of a horse, and the dick size ain't too
far off," she answered before clasping her hands over her mouth.

"Excuse me?" said a mildly amused and somewhat surprised female voice.
Michelle turned around to see that Jackie, the new intern, had heard
exactly what she had said.

"Michelle, hold that thought," Rob said as he addressed his secretary.
"Yes, Jackie?"

"Uh... oh. I just had a message for you... I can come back," Jacquelyn
said, knowing that Michelle was probably about to be fired. 'Only the
boss gets to skip out on Fridays, and it looks like the boss made a
special trip here to give someone the axe. I wonder what she did...?'
Being a major office gossip was only worth it if you got the first
word in on the story, so she planned her escape from the office.

"No, Jackie, please stay. Why don't you take the other seat? Michelle
and I have to talk, and I think you could be of assistance," he said.
Rob smiled as he saw Michelle visibly shudder and squeeze her thighs
together. The gradual arousal field he had set up in his office was
amplifying whatever was already making Michelle horny -Jackie was
responding slowly, but surely.

Rob's horniness had been rising all day, and he just had to get it out
of his system. Michelle was hot--especially the way she was dressed,
which he had something of a hand in--but he could not resist the young
hottie of an intern with whom he had been blessed. Quickly adding to
the commands already altering the office building, he made it so that
everyone outside the office would ignore any sound coming from within
the office when the door was shut.

"Thanks for joining us, Jackie," Rob said as he finished and executed
the new command. "Now, Michelle, don't you find it odd that Pete would
fuck you, here, at work? Why did he do it? I mean, he's married," Rob
inquired, innocently.

"Uh... I... ummmm," Michelle stammered, trying to make sense of the
answer she felt welling up inside her. 'Just say one thing led to
another or something like that....' her mind figured as she said,
"I... made him do it, somehow--I don't remember how, though."

"Oh, I know how you made him do it," Rob knowingly said. He silently
typed for a few minutes on his laptop, and then turned it around so
the women in his office could see the screen. Two profiles were up -
Jackie's and Michelle's.

Both women looked at the spinning figurines of themselves, a little
confused. Jackie read the title bar.

"Master PC?" she said aloud.

He turned the computer back around. "Right you are, Jackie! Michelle,
what do you know about this program?" Rob asked.

"I don't know anything about it," Michelle answered. "What does it
do?"

"Well, mostly, it lets me control you in the most entertaining ways.
For example, I know you're both getting pretty horny now, aren't you?

"Yes," the ladies answered in unison, looking at each other when the
words came so easily--even though they were the last words on earth
they had planned on saying.

Rob chuckled. "Oh yeah--you're both going to do what I say, and you'll
be totally honest. Just for fun, I'm letting you remain in control of
your conscious thoughts. Jackie, please shut the blinds to the office-
-we need some privacy.

Jackie got up and began to obey, visibly flushed and a little worried.
'This doesn't make sense!' she told herself. 'This guy doesn't even
turn you on, and you're starting to get freakin' damp! And why can't I
run out of here?'

"Oh," Rob continued, "neither of you can leave this office until I say
so. Jackie, please have a seat, again. Thanks." Rob stood up,
revealing that he was naked from the waist down. He came around and
sat on top of his desk, right in front of his two captives.

His two unbelievably adoring captives, that is. They could not take
their eyes off of his erect penis. He stroked it a little, and they
followed it with their eyes.

"Yes, you see, I did make another change. Your arousal will grow as
you continue to stare at the new object of your desire--my dick.
Crude? Yes. But, you must admit, it's effective. Now, Michelle, tell
me: do you believe I'm in control, here? Jackie?"

Michelle licked her lips, just waiting for the word to leap out of her
chair and take him in her mouth. "Y-yes, Rob. You're in c-control...."
she answered, her hands beginning to rub herself.

Jackie, though was going through a bigger struggle. "Please, Rob," she
said, beginning to sweat as she gazed at his erection, "let me leave.
I'm engaged, and I'm... please, I know what you're planning...
don't... I'm a..."

Rob smiled. "Yes? What are you? Tell me, and maybe I'll let you...
touch it. You sit still, Michelle." Michelle sulked a little as she
continued to massage her breasts, squirming in her seat--she somehow
knew that she had soaked her thong.

Jackie wanted to run away--but the promise of touching him hit her in
a way she didn't expect. 'It's not cheating if I just touch him, is
it? ...Nooooo, not just a... touch' she rationalized in her
increasingly horny state. "I'm a... virgin."

Rob was genuinely surprised. "What? How old are you? You're engaged,
and you've never..."

"No!" she yelled, louder than she intended. "Yes, I'm a virgin; I'm
nineteen; and I'm engaged; and no, I've never had sex. I've told you
what you want to know," she bargained, absently pinching her nipples
through her T-shirt and lacy bra. "Please, let me touch you, and I'll
leave. I promise not to say..."

"Oh, you're quite incapable of telling anyone anything... unless I
want you to. But, so you understand what it's going to take to get out
of here sometime today, let me lay down the rules. I am only going to
fuck one of you in this office. If I pick you, then you get to go
about your day free of further... experiments. But, if you aren't
picked, then I have more in store for you."

Rob walked over to Michelle, his dick pointing right to her face. She
licked her lips and began to reach up her skirt to finger her wetness-
-it was getting unbearable.

"Give it a nice kiss, 'Chelle."

Opening her wet mouth, she slid her tongue over and around the head as
she engulfed the first few inches of his dick. She slid her tongue all
around and over him, sucking gently and leaning her head from side to
side as she blew him to increase his pleasure as much as she could.
Right as she closed her eyes, loving the taste of him in her mouth, he
pulled away with an audible pop.

Michelle thought she'd had this contest won, so she began to get out
of her clothing. 'At least these damn clothes come off easy!' she
thought as she saw her infatuation with Rob coming to fruition in a
way she didn't expect. The complete loss of real control was also a
turn-on, and she'd have to consider ways to get him to use that
program on her more often.

She was dismayed, though, when she saw him standing next to Jackie,
who was shaking visibly and clearly trying to sort out what to do.

'God he's so fucking hot, it's so... no no, you're engaged, you're
pure... damn, I'm on fire down there... mmmmm, just a taste, just a
lick, just a suck--a blow job isn't real sex, is it? It's not
cheating, is it?' Jackie furiously tried to come to some decision as
her finger slipped into her pants and down to her clit. 'Fuck, I'm so
wet... just a lick... just...'

"Yeah, mmmm, Jackie, I think you're a natural at this," Rob indicated
as Jackie took him into her pouty lips. "Don't be afraid, just do
what... oh, mmmmm...." Rob moaned as Jackie apparently found a way to
lick and suck him that definitely pushed his buttons. But, as he had
done with Michelle, he pulled out after a few moments. He sat back on
his desk, and Jackie began pulling at her nipples with one hand as she
started to work her clit even more with the other.

'Mmmmm, that taste... oh fuck, I have to have him... fuck... mmmm,
dammit, Jerrod will never know....' Jackie thought as she stepped up
her masturbation.

"Now, as to which one of you I'll choose. Well, the first one of you
to get the other off, gets to fuck me."

Michelle didn't need to hear it twice. She'd wanted to fuck Rob ever
since she'd met him several months ago, and there was no way some
teenage virgin was going to beat her to him. She tackled the younger
woman--Jackie had stood up, probably to ask for some other contest,
any other contest--but Michelle was on her like a woman possessed.

Michelle mounted the supine woman, still dazed with her arousal and
sudden fall to the floor, and turned around, firmly planting her
pretty ass on Jackie's chest. Michelle had been with a few women
before, and she definitely preferred men--but she knew things about a
nubile young woman's body that the teenager herself probably didn't
know.

Frantically undoing Jackie's slacks, Michelle slid them down to her
ankles, and managed to push her competitor's shoes, socks, and pants
off with only a few motions. Only Jackie's panties remained on her
lower half, and Michelle tore them off, tossing the tattered remains
aside. Bringing her arms inside Jackie's knees, Michelle forced her
knees apart, exposing the virgin's pretty, trimmed, glistening, unused
pussy. Scooting down just enough to place her mouth on her pussy,
Michelle dove in, feeling two hands slap her ass as she did so.

"Fuck!" Jackie yelled as the sensation hit her. She'd never let a man
go down on her, much less a woman. The feeling was so intense, she
momentarily lost all control and grabbed Michelle's ass as her hips
began to move in concert with Michelle's manipulations. She began to
yell, not caring if anyone outside could hear.

"Fuck, yeah, there, mmmmmm, yeah, suck it... mmmm" she shouted before
reality struck. 'Fight back! You're not going to get to fuck him if
you don't get her off!'

For a split second, some part of her asked, 'But isn't that cheating?'
That part of her mind was silenced by a sudden, 'Fucking a woman isn't
cheating.... Get to it.' And with that final realization fresh in her
mind, Jackie gripped Michelle's hips and gently slid her backwards,
till her pussy was right against Jackie's mouth.

Until Michelle felt a tongue probe into her folds, she had no idea
that she had any real competition. Jackie began by licking in long,
broad strokes--but soon found the clit, just barely budding out at the
top (or, from this position, bottom) of the slit sitting on her face.
Figuring that she might as well try something, she kissed it, and
sucked it in--just a little.

"Mmmmnnnnngh...!" Michelle moaned into Jackie's pussy, realizing that
she'd have to step up her efforts--she was already horny when she got
to the office, and she knew there was no way she could hold off her
approaching climax if she didn't get Jackie off soon.

"Hey Jackie," Rob piped in, stroking himself slowly. "Reach around her
thigh, down her ass, and finger her pussy while you suck on her clit.
See if that works."

'He want's me!' Jackie thought as she complied, forgetting all about
her fiance. She reached inside Michelle's thigh, teasingly traced a
line with her finger down Michelle's ass, and plunged into her very
wet sex with two fingers. Even the inexperienced Jackie knew how to
finger a pussy--it was almost like instinct.

"Michelle, ride her face while she does this a little... just grind
into that pretty mouth of hers," Rob instructed as he rigged the
contest.

Michelle didn't want to, because that would bring her closer... but
she couldn't help it. She obeyed--and found that she was quickly
heading towards an inevitable climax.

After a few minutes of fierce--albeit somewhat inexperienced -69'ing,
it was all over. Screaming in orgasm and defeat, Michelle came all
over Jackie's face. Jackie threw her arms in the air as Michelle
rolled off of her, dismayed at the loss and a little worried about
what the rest of her day was going to be like.

"Jackie, you can leave now. I think I can carry on without..." Rob
began.

Jackie sat up and removed her shirt and bra. "Fuck me, Rob. Take me
now. You can't leave me like this, I need it inside me... please...
please fuck me...." Jackie begged, running her hands along her own
body. It was like a new musical instrument that she'd just learned how
to play, and she was especially responsive at the moment. "Please..."

Rob had cleared a spot on his desk, and he took her in his arms,
laying her on the desk like a sacrifice on an altar. Jackie rubbed her
clit as Rob brought his member to the opening of her unexplored prize,
and gently pressed in. She was incredibly wet, and he slid to her
hymen easier than he thought he might, stopping for a second, and
gently pressing on a little.

"Yessssssssss," Jackie hissed as she felt her maidenhead break. The
future Mrs. Thomas was about to lose her cherry to her boss, a man she
never even looked at sexually. And, she couldn't be more excited about
it--the man who'd given her the diamond she wore on her finger was the
furthest thing from her mind. The pain quickly was replaced by her
still-increasing lust, and she began to play with her tits as Rob
began to fuck her.

Rob carefully moved in and out of her, venturing a little deeper each
time, and very gradually picking up speed.

"Mmmm... fuck, fuck me... oh, yesss," Jackie moaned as Rob started
fucking her in earnest. He reached down and began to tease her love
button as he further increased his speed. She felt him throbbing, and
had a suspicion that she was about to feel a man explode inside her
for the first time ever.

"Get ready, Jackie," Rob huffed as he fucked her faster and faster.
"When my semen hits you, you're going to cum like you won't believe.
It'll be even better than the orgasm you gave Michelle," he said,
looking at Michelle, who was watching the action and idly starting to
rub her chest.

A minute after Rob was done talking, he came--and it was like sending
lightning bolts of pure pleasure into Jackie, who writhed and cried
out, her head thrashing back and forth, as her first real orgasm took
and shook her to the core. As it died down a minute later, she ran her
hands over her body again, enjoying the slick feeling her sweaty tummy
and legs had.

After a minute or so, Rob withdrew from the deflowered woman on his
desk. "Now, dear, please put your pants back on. You might want to go
to the restroom and clean up a little, hon. And don't worry about..."

Still in a post-orgasmic state of bliss, she dreamily said, "Mike."
Her mind was still reeling from her first sexual encounter and it's
unbelievable climax; there wasn't even a trace of guilt in her whole
being.

Rob continued, "OK. Don't worry about Mike; this'll be our little
secret and you won't even remember it when you leave the room. But,
whenever Mike takes you, you'll cum just as hard as you just did. Now,
go. Michelle and I have to talk."

Getting dressed in a post-orgasmic haze, she simply mumbled "uh-huh"
before putting on her pants and stumbling out the door, shoes and
socks in hand. Rob locked the door behind her, and sitting back at his
desk, made a few changes to her.

*Jacquelyn Peterson's hymen will regenerate after she leaves Rob
Beige's office.*

*Jacquelyn will completely forget about having sex with Rob Beige.*

*Jacquelyn is extremely responsive to the touch of her fiance‚ and
when they have sex, she will have multiple orgasms that are as strong
as her first one was.*

*Jacquelyn's breasts will gradually grow to a size that matches her
fiance's preferences.*

Satisfied with himself, he shut down Jackie's profile and turned his
attention to Michelle.

"That wasn't fair. You set it up so I would cum first," Michelle said
as Rob sat back down.

Ignoring her protest, Rob started to speak. "Michelle, I know you
don't remember using the program--you can't lie--but I know you used
it. See, pet, my problem is that you locked out the commands you
placed on me with a password. So, what I'm asking is... what is your
password?"

Racking her brain, she realized that she really only used one password
for most of her computer needs. "Try C H E L E 6 9 S U B," she
answered, hoping she was right.

Rob's face lit up as his profile began to unlock when he tried the
password. "Come here and clean me, 'Chelle."

She'd always been a little disgusted at the idea of sucking a dick
after it had just been inside her, much less another woman--but she
was in no position to refuse. She crawled around his desk and began to
lick Jackie's nectar from his member, finding that she was enjoying
the degradation he was forcing her to endure. He read for a few
minutes as she gently fellated him.

"Ah... yes... OK... I see... nice... I like what you've done here...
well, that sure explains a lot," he casually commented as she began to
increase her efforts in an attempt to arouse him enough to take her.

She heard him type a few lines, and then he had her take a seat again.

"Well, Michelle, I'm going to have some fun with you now. It seems
you've managed to have plenty of fun with me," he said. "So, I'm going
to hit this button, and you'll have a fun afternoon. You won't even
know what's going to happen until it does. Ready?"

Her heart sank--she had done something that displeased him, and she
couldn't apologize because she didn't know what she'd done! All she
knew was that she wasn't getting laid anytime soon by the one guy in
the office she wanted more than anyone else. She saw his hand falling
to the keyboard dramatically, and her mind began to try to think of
anything to say to make him happy... but she heard the click of a key
being pressed, and suddenly, her back arched as her body was assaulted
by what felt like a thousand tongues licking every inch of her body.

They were especially active in the vicinity of her fun parts.

"What... mmmmm, what did you dooooo?" Michelle asked, as her hands
began assaulting her body in every way they could to answer the
phantom stimulation. She was quickly becoming more aroused than she
thought a sane woman could feel before going over the edge, and she
had to obey her body's desire--if not with Rob, then with her hands.
She had to get off, as quickly as possible.

She noticed something else as she openly and furiously masturbated -
her chest was getting heavier. "What the fuuuuuuck? Ungh...
mmmmmm...."

"Ah, you've noticed. This is the prelude for today's activities. You
see, your breasts will increase in size until you get yourself off,"
he said, watching her as her chest grew.

Michelle was never huge on top, but her C-cup chest was something she
was proud of, especially for a woman of her build. They already looked
to be D's, so she used one hand's fingers to fuck her pussy while the
other hand rubbed her clit as fast as it could.

"Mmmm--Ungh, Yeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssssss!" she screamed as her
hips bucked up and down on the chair, her cum spilling past her hands
and onto the upholstery of the chair. The spell was broken, and she
came down from her high, giggling as she looked at her new assets. She
reached up to touch them, and gasped at the sensations that screamed
from them.

"Oh yeah--they're quite sensitive. And, according to my computer,
they'll easily fill a DD cup bra, if I ever let you wear one of those
things again. But, I think you'd better get dressed and face your
public."

She gathered her clothes, donning the sheer shirt but not the now-
poorly fitting bra. She was about to put her panties on, but Rob shook
his head, indicating that she was to go commando for the rest of the
day. Shrugging, she tossed her thong at him and slid on the skirt. As
she reached for the door, she realized just how sheer her shirt was.

"Rob... I can't go out like this... What will I tell people?" she
said, worried and fearful... and increasingly aroused, despite having
just had two of the best orgasms in her life.

"You'll think of something," he said, opening the door and shoving her
out. She walked back to her desk, conscious of the eyes on her -her
embarrassment growing by the second. That alone was making her wet
again, and she suddenly realized that she enjoyed the humiliation--but
that was bad news, because she had a good three hours to go before the
work day was over.

"This is going to be hell," she told herself as she sat down, her new
tits jiggling under the newly-tight top that held them in. She looked
up a few minutes later, and saw two men standing at her desk -and one
of them was staring at her chest. (The other may have been staring as
well, but he had on dark sunglasses--it was hard to be sure.)

"Can I help you?" she chimed, adjusting her position and arms to
create even more cleavage than she was already showing. She leaned
over so he couldn't help but check her out. 'Why the fuck am I posing
like this? Fuck, stop it...!' her mind screamed as her hand
"accidentally" brushed her nipple.

"Uhhh...." the man staring into her chest mumbled. He shook his head a
little--still not looking any higher than her nipples, which were
visible beneath her shirt--and gathered himself. "I'm Eugene J. Petto;
I spoke to Mr. Beige's secretary a few hours ago. This," he continued,
pointing to the man in sunglasses, "is Abe Froman. He has an
appointment."

Against her will, Michelle licked her lips and stood up, pressing her
tits together again with her arms playfully. Throwing her shoulders
back to force her breasts forward, she said, "you'll need a Guest
Pass. Hang on, I've got one in the bottom drawer here...."

Her mind was frantically trying to regain control. 'Just give him the
one on your desk!! Don't bend over... shit, why am I acting like such
a slut?' she asked herself as she turned around and bent at the waist,
exposing a little of her wet pussy as she rummaged in the bottom of
her file cabinet for a pass.

'And why is this turning me on so much?' questioned as she stood up
suddenly and turned around, her boobs still giggling from the sudden
shift in position. "Here ya go, hon; his office is right over there."

Michelle pointed to Rob's office, and Abe--the man with the
sunglasses--walked towards his door. Eugene just stood there,
mesmerized by the show he was getting.

Not knowing why, Michelle smiled widely, gently caressed her breasts
as if feeling them for the first time, and said, "I just had them
done. They're nice and big now, and they look and feel sooooo real.
Hey," she said, lowering her voice to a whisper, "you want to see them
real quick?"

Eugene could not believe his luck. He nodded his head up and down,
finally looking at Michelle's face for the first time since he had
walked into the open room.

"Meet me in the storage room over there," Michelle said, motioning
towards a closet between the men's and women's restrooms. Then,
against her mind's fierce protests, she walked over to the room,
swaying her hips seductively, and went inside.

Eugene was married--but he wasn't dead. He looked around, and
satisfied that no one would know he was following the apparent office
bimbo into the broom closet, walked to the small room. Once inside, he
heard the door shut and lock behind him.

Michelle stood there, topless, and fondling her breasts. "Don't they
look... nice...?" she whispered, rubbing her nipples and moving
towards Eugene.

"Y-yes... lovely...." Eugene stuttered, unable to back up further.
'Looks like you are in a bit over your head, buddy,' Eugene's mind
scolded him.

"Touch them... they feel sooooo nice, and real...." Michelle whispered
as she grabbed Eugene's hands and brought them to her chest. 'Fuck!
What am I doing?? I don't want this little dweeb... ohhhhhhh...!' she
thought as her mind instantly derailed when she felt him touch her.

Eugene's hands had found her rock-hard and ultra-sensitive nipples and
instinctively began to knead and rub the offered gifts. Michelle
started to wiggle her hips in an erotic dance under his gentle (and
not-so-gentle) caresses.

Michelle was definitely ready for some sex now--and Eugene was in the
right place at the right time. She reached down and pushed her
miniskirt to the floor. Grabbing his hair and pulling him in, she gave
Eugene a kiss that no man could resist--and as soon as their tongues
began to dance, Michelle went for his belt and started to take his
pants off.

She didn't spend much time blowing Eugene--he was already hard and she
needed a man inside her, to quench the heat that even now was growing
to impossible levels. She was not going to have this guy just cum in
her mouth... although the thought of that somehow made her even
hotter.

Michelle bent over and grabbed a low-level supply shelf. Wiggling her
ass to entice the mostly-naked stranger her way, she gasped as he
entered her. It felt like a rod of pure sexual pleasure filling her
from behind. Her hands were busy, too. Sometimes, they were at her
clit; sometimes, at her chest; and a few times, she reached back and
rubbed her asshole--something she had never tried before.

'Mmmmmm, have to try that sometime.' she thought as Eugene kept
pounding into her tight box. The sex was furious and fast, and after
five or six minutes, Eugene poured his seed into her. He then
collapsed onto her, their sweaty bodies intertwined as he kissed and
nibbled her neck, waiting to regain control over his ragged breathing.

After a minute or so of "cuddling," Eugene stood up, got dressed and
left the room whistling some 1970's or '80's tune.

Michelle got dressed and left the room a few minutes later, and went
to the restroom. She needed to think about how she was going to get
through the rest of the day, and she also needed to fix her hair. As
she entered the restroom, she noticed Amanda fixing her makeup.

"Hello, love, just..." Amanda said, stopping mid-sentence when she saw
Michelle's new assets. "What the hell--I leave for a month, and here
you are with..."

Michelle once again cupped her tits, rubbing them as if exploring them
for the first time. Before she could stop herself, she said, "I just
had them done. They're nice and big now, and they look and feel sooooo
real." Michelle's eyes widened in terror (or would have, if she didn't
have such a horny look carved into her face) as she realized what was
about to happen.

Amanda, having never met a woman who she knew had implants, was
intrigued--out of sheer curiosity, of course. The thought of two women
kissing, caressing, licking... 'Wait, what am I thinking?' Amanda
wondered as she found her gaze locked on the beautiful tits underneath
the barely-there black shirt into which Michelle strained to fit.

"Hey," Michelle added seductively, backing up to a stall next to the
far wall, "you want to see them real quick?"

Amanda followed her into the stall, her curiosity getting the best of
her. She locked the door, and almost swooned when she saw Michelle
there, already completely naked.

As Michelle began to use her body to seduce the suddenly bi-curious
women before her, her mind searched for a way to regain control. But,
her body was definitely enjoying whatever game Rob was making her
play, and not being in control was proving to be very arousing in and
of itself.

As her tongue darted into Amanda's waiting mouth, Michelle wondered if
there was something she could do that would permanently put Rob in the
driver's seat of her mind. 'He's already got my body,' Michelle
thought as she freed Amanda from the confines of her clothing, leaving
only her garter and stockings in place.

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