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My Boss, My Slut
by Ving (oldbeatnik007@hotmail.com)

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In part two she makes a mistake, I take advantage it 
and sexual advantage of her. (MMF, reluc, inc, beast, 
bd, exh)

***

Chapter 2

Having gone home from work, showering and getting my 
thoughts straight on how I wanted to proceed with 
Brenda and our new relationship, I was now standing at 
her door, waiting for her to answer it. You can 
imagine my surprise when it was opened by a teenage 
girl the spitting image of Brenda. "HI, you must be 
Mr. Brown, mom told me you were coming for dinner, I'm 
Amy." 

"Ah, yes, yes I am, but she never told me she had a 
daughter, or that she was married for that matter," I 
barely responded. "Why doesn't that surprise me," she 
laughed, "but she's not married, dad left us for 
another woman when I was 6, nine years ago," she 
continued breezily while ushering me inside.

As I entered I was also greeted by a huge dog, a 
Rottweiler or mix of one from the looks of it. It made 
no noise just wagged a stump of a tail. "Oh that's 
just Fido, he's harmless, just a big ol' lovable mutt, 
aren't you boy," Amy said as he wiggled his body 
happily over to her for a pat on the head. I found 
myself in a foyer, then a living room on my right, a 
dining room to my left and a stairway in front of me. 

Brenda was descending the steps when I noticed she was 
wearing slacks. "Brenda, I told you you were to wear 
dresses or skirts only. Now turn right around and go 
and change into one, the shorter the better. I am a 
leg man and I like to see a lot of leg," I said 
sternly. She stopped stock still, not moving a muscle 
as she looked in horror at her daughter. 

I looked at Amy too. She was blonde like her mother, 
but her hair only came to her shoulders and it was 
wilder, like a mane. She was dressed much like her 
mother had dressed; shapeless, baggy and totally 
unappealing. In Amy's case this meant a baggy 
sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants. I had no clue what 
her body looked like. "Don't worry about Amy, while 
you are finding something more appropriate to wear in 
my presence, I will explain our new working 
relationship to your daughter." Brenda still didn't 
move. She was like a statue. 

"Your daughter deserves to know about your new status. 
She has a right to make her own decisions regarding 
her mother and how it will affect her life because it 
will. It already has, when she heard me order you to 
put on a short skirt or dress. She deserves to know 
why I can do that, and she needs to know why you will 
obey that order. Now."

Brenda stood in place a final second, looking from me 
to her daughter with a pleading look to her face; then 
she obediently turned and went back upstairs. "We need 
to talk Amy," I said taking her hand and walking into 
the living room. I motioned her to sit on the couch 
and then joined her. 

"I'll jump right into this Amy; please don't interrupt 
until I say so. Your mother screwed up at work big 
time, she basically has become my slave. As such she 
is going to change the way she treats her employees, 
she is going to become a better person when it comes 
to work related issues. She is going to learn to be 
nice. Hopefully she will learn to loosen up and not be 
so repressed. This relates to you also; if I'm not 
mistaken she probably has you repressed too." 

I saw Amy nod and continued, "and if I am correct that 
repression has your teenage angst going crazy. Well I 
am going to get your mother to take the leash off of 
you. You will be free to wear what you like, listen to 
what you like, go on the computer to whatever sites 
you like, and most of all to start seeing boys you 
like. If I read you both rightly I am sure she 
dictates every one of those to your dislike." 

I nodded at her. 

"You are so right, she doesn't let me do 
annnnyyything. And the clothes she makes me wear are 
just horrid; I'm the laughing stock of the school. And 
boys, don't even mention the word. I'm almost ready to 
run away, she makes me so unhappy." 

"Oh don't do that, it would break her heart and her 
spirit. You're all she has, she just doesn't want what 
happened to her to happen to you." 

"What happened to mom?" 

"I'm not exactly sure but I have a pretty good idea of 
a couple of things that might have happened to cause 
her to be like she is. I will order your mother to let 
you dress how you want, watch what you want, and let 
you start seeing boys."

Amy squealed and gave me a quick hug. "Thank you so 
much, if you can do that I am forever in your debt." 

"Now there is something else you should know," I 
cleared my throat, this next was going to be 
unchartered waters.

"I am also a pervert. I like to see women dressed like 
sluts and act like sluts. I plan on using your mother 
like a slut, though he may not have realized that yet. 
I am going to make her expose her tits, panties and 
pussy in public. I am going to take her places like 
strip clubs, dirty bookstores and porn theaters and 
show her off to the strange men there. I may even have 
them fuck her. I will be bringing men here to fuck 
her. I will be fucking her every night in her bedroom. 
You will have to live with the fact your mother is 
going to fuck and suck a bunch of different men." 

I looked at her, she was immobile but her eyes were 
moving a mile a minute as I could see her digesting 
what I had said.

"You're a virgin I assume?" Amy nodded.

"I know what I have said is overwhelming, but I want 
you to know everything. You are old enough now to make 
your own decisions when it comes to your own 
sexuality. Now that you know what your mother is going 
to be doing she can't tell you not to do it yourself, 
and I'll make sure she puts you on the pill."

I could see the light bulb go on in her head, she was 
just given permission to have sex and as much or 
little of it as she wanted. 

"I have an idea, why don't you and your mother play 
hooky from school and work tomorrow and go clothes 
shopping. From the amount of time your mother is 
taking I'm sure you both need an upgrade to your 
clothes." 

"Really? You mean it?" Amy jumped off the couch in 
joy, "I can actually buy something from the 21st 
century?" We both laughed, 

"Yes, you can buy anything you want, although there 
will be a caveat to that that we should wait for your 
mother for." 

"A cavy, cavyer?" 

"Caveat, it means something is essentially true but 
there is a small catch to it, and what that small 
catch is I will tell you when your mother comes back. 
If she ever will come back, she's been gone a long 
time." 

"That's because she doesn't have any short skirts or 
dresses and she's up there cutting one of her longer 
ones." Amy giggled.

I loved the sound of it, it was a long time since I 
heard the girlish laugh of a teenage girl. Eventually 
Brenda did make it down and Amy was right. She had to 
cut one of her sun dresses to make it short, and she 
didn't do a very good job of it. In front it was about 
5 inches above her knees but in back it was only a 
couple of inches long and the ugly panties she insists 
on wearing were exposed. 

Amy laughed, Brenda turned red and I just shook my 
head. We repaired to the dining room and dinner was 
served. Brenda was right, she was a good cook, the 
meal was delicious. During the meal we talked about 
ourselves. I went first and told my non-descript life 
in a quick and non-descriptive way. 

With prodding from her daughter and I, Brenda came 
clean about her past, and as I suspected a teenage boy 
had done her wrong and in response she closed herself 
up like a clam, which in turn caused her to lose her 
husband and alienate her daughter. I did my home 
psychoanalyses and by bed time had Brenda more than 
willing to submit to my will if only for her own 
mental health, little realizing her opening her life 
to new experiences was coexistent with my turning her 
into a slut. 

"I am going to take your mother up to bed and fuck her 
now, Amy. You are free to watch if you like."

I laughed, the silence that befell the room was 
hilarious. 

"Come on Brenda, you know I'm going to fuck you. In 
fact your place is so nice I'm going to move in and be 
able to fuck you every night. Your daughter, even if 
you don't want it, is growing into a young woman and 
sexual being. Why should she be denied learning 
experiences? It's a whole lot better to see people she 
loves fucking than seeing or hearing about some inept 
teenage tryst, and if she wants to watch, you will 
have no say in the matter; I will just order you to 
fuck me in front of her. I'll leave the door open, 
Amy, do what you want."

With that I took Brenda's hand and led her up the 
steps to her bedroom, it was time to fuck my new 
slave. I made her strip her ugly underwear off 
herself, I didn't want to touch it. When she finished 
squirming out of those panties I pushed her down on 
the bed on her back. I ran my hands through her hair 
as I knelt over her. I caressed her neck and played 
with her ears tenderly. 

I worked my hands around to her front and lightly 
trailed my fingertips down to her tits. I hefted them 
in my hands, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. I was 
right, when they got hard they protruded almost an 
inch, making them extremely easy to pinch, twist and 
pull; all of which I proceeded to do. 

Brenda never complained, she only moaned louder as her 
body responded to long suppressed desires. I heard a 
noise behind me and turned to see Amy standing in the 
doorway, her eyes bulging out at seeing her naked 
mother becoming a sexual being. Brenda was writhing 
around, swishing her legs back and forth, then bracing 
her heels and thrusting her pelvis into the air as if 
trying to get some unseen cock to shove into her 
pussy. My hands left her tits and wormed their way 
down her ribs to her hips and then to her thighs. 

I again just used my fingertips as I ran my fingers 
over her inner and outer thighs. Brenda threw her legs 
apart as an invitation to fuck her, but she has to 
learn patience. It was going to be awhile before I 
actually put my cock in her. My fingertips slowly slid 
over her inner thighs towards her pussy where I 
trailed them over her mound and then her nether lips 
and clit. 

She came when I touched her clit and I heard Amy take 
in a sharp breath as she watched her mother have an 
orgasm. I knelt between her legs and bent forward so I 
could eat her out. Her pussy tasted and smelled even 
more like cinnamon and I was in love with it. 

I made love to her cunt with my mouth. Kissing her 
pussy lips like they were her mouth lips, sucking on 
them, kneading them with mine, then french kissing her 
as I inserted my tongue into her pussy. Brenda was 
shivering so hard I had to grab her ass cheeks and 
slam my face into her cunt to keep her from moving so 
much. In this position my nose was mashed against her 
clit so I just moved my head up and down so my nose 
rubbed it, this caused her to have another orgasm; it 
was so hard and she shook so much she threw me out 
from between her legs. 

She clamped her legs tight together, put her hands 
over her pussy and turned on her side in the fetal 
position. When she turned I noticed a big puddle of 
wetness where her pussy was, she had leaked quite a 
bit of pussy juice. I think I was succeeding in 
turning her into a sex wanting woman. I took this 
moment to undress myself; it was time to put my long 
unused cock to work in a long unused pussy. 

I turned Brenda back on her back; her eyes bugged out 
when she saw my hard cock waving over her, but she 
automatically spread her legs and gave me an open lane 
to her pussy. Once again I knelt between her spread 
legs, this time I was rubbing my cock tip over her 
pussy lips and clit before entering her, she had a 
small orgasm and I watched a copious amount of pussy 
juice ooze out from between her lips and coat my cocks 
tip. I could wait no longer and slid the tip between 
them. Oh man was she warm, tight and wet. My cock fell 
in love with her pussy, it fit like a satin glove, 
slick and shiny. 

I inched it further and further into her tunnel. 
Brenda was twisting her torso back and forth 

"Aaaahhhh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard, hard, you 
motherfucker, throw that cock into my hot ready pussy, 
I need it so bad, sooo bad, god damn it, I want to be 
fucked soooooo hard." 

I did my best to do what she asked but she was bucking 
me so hard with her pelvis it was not easy. Finally 
she screamed like she was in mortal agony and passed 
out.

 I withdrew my still hard cock from her lifeless body. 
I wasn't quite sure what to next until I saw Amy 
staring at my slick slime covered cock in stunned awe.

"Amy do you remember saying you were in my debt? Still 
focused on my dick she aimlessly nodded her head. 

"Well now it's time to pay part of it off. Why don't 
you come over here and I will teach you how to suck a 
cock." 

Amy moved like a zombie over to the bed, never taking 
her eyes off my cock. I stood while she sat on the bed 
and my cock was at the perfect height for her mouth.

"Open your mouth Amy and cover your teeth with your 
lips while I put my cock in your mouth." 

She opened wide and I put the cocks tip on her lower 
lip. She looked down her nose at it and she looked so 
cute trying to see the first 6 inches of man meat to 
enter her mouth and feel her tongue on it. I moved it 
forward about an inch and she put her lips around my 
shaft. I moved my hips back and forth and fucked her 
mouth with those few inches. 

"How do you like that Amy? Like having a hard cock in 
your mouth?" I asked as I took from between her lips. 

"God it tastes wonderful, I can see why my girlfriends 
like to suck off their boyfriends. Will you cum in my 
mouth? They always talk about how it tastes."

"I would love to cum in your mouth Amy." I put the tip 
back on her lower lip of her open mouth and began to 
jack off, soon I was spurting wad after wad into her 
waiting mouth, coating her tongue with my cream. When 
her mouth was full of my sperm she closed her lips and 
her eyes as she concentrated on swallowing it all 
down. It took three swallows but finally she popped 
her mouth open and smacked her lips. 

"That tasted wonderful, any time you want to cum in my 
mouth feel free, Mr. Brown, I would love to give you 
blow jobs any time you want." 

I smiled down at her as she ran her tongue all over 
her lips making sure she got all of my spunk. 

"Thanks for the offer Amy, but your mother has first 
dibs on my cock, but when she is busy with other ones 
I would love to put it back in your mouth." 

"Is she going to be busy with other cocks a lot?" Amy 
asked not so innocently. 

I laughed, "don't worry, Amy you will have ample 
chances to suck on my cock. But as soon as you start 
sucking off the boys your age you will forget all 
about mine."

 "Oh no, Mr. Brown, I promise never to forget your 
cock no matter how many boys I may suck off." 

"Okay, I believe you Amy but now it's time to get some 
sleep. We can talk more in the morning." 

"'K Mr. Brown, g'night and thanks again for letting me 
suck your cock." 

"The pleasure was all mine, Amy, believe me," and I 
watched her walk out of the room. I still had no idea 
what her body looked like, but by this time tomorrow 
night I vowed to know it's every inch. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
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