Message-ID: <17901eli$9812090443@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: azil@my-dejanews.com Subject: ASS/M: My Reward, Chapter 13 (MC, M/F(preg), humil, breast enlarge, public orgy Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <74kd6r$obd$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> My Reward By Azil Copyright 1998 Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction. No character is meant to resemble any specific person, living or dead. Sexual actions of various types will be depicted in this story. This does not mean that the author approves of these actions, has ever performed any of them, or would perform them if given the opportunity. (Nor does it mean that he doesn't, hasn't, and/or wouldn't). This is inappropriate reading material for minors. In many jurisdictions it may be illegal for minors to read it, or for adults to make it available for minors to read. The author urges you not to disobey these laws. Even if it isn't illegal where you are, keep it away from kids anyway. CHAPTER 13: TAKING TIME TO THINK As I drove to the office the next day, I spent some time thinking about the powers I had, and about what was important to me, and about, well, life. You may not believe it, but the thought of getting rid of Reward even crossed my mind. When my family got home, I realized how much, even with all the fun I'd been having, I had missed them, and how important they were to me. And I wondered whether I was risking something precious in order to have something that was just a lot of fun. Even Chris's begging off, as usual, from sex because she was too tired from the drive (a legitimate excuse, of course) didn't change things. I had lived without good sex all these years, I knew I could do it again, if I had too. I said above that I considered doing away with Reward -- as the phrasing tells you, I didn't. I wanted the best of both worlds, and I was determined to figure out a way to have it. I knew I couldn't have practically non-stop sex with every woman who interested me without it sooner or later having bad (maybe disastrous) consequences on my family life. I had seen some things in me that were likely to create problems down the road -- most obviously, my newly-discovered taste for underage girls, but also the pleasure I had taken in dominating women. I thought I saw a solution in a few of the things I had learned from Reward. The solution might lie in Tom Mallory of Phoenix today not doing these things (or at least not as often), but using the powers I had over time and space to put myself in different times and different places. Also to avoid doing damage to anyone (or change the course of history) by interacting only with clones in cloned versions of the times and places I visited. Meanwhile, I could continue to have fun in the here and now by creating other identities for myself (the most immediate application I could see for this was to create a guy about Debbie Kowalski's age who could get into that little babe's pants). Meanwhile, Tom Mallory could continue to be a respectable business leader and family man, with perhaps only a quiet, discreet affair with Beth and a few other occasional wanderings. Hypocritical? Well, perhaps a little. But the best possible solution to the dilemma, I thought. By the time I got to the office, Reward and I were working out the details and trying to figure out the best way to test the idea. When I got to the office, though, I found nothing but trouble, and no time to consider the further advancement of my fantasies. Merianne O'Connor, the raging bitch account exec I mentioned earlier had thrown the office into turmoil again by creating a huge problem with one of our clients, telling the client's director of advertising that his store's use of big-busted models was demeaning to women, and not something our agency should be party to. This would have been stupid enough in any case, but it wasn't even an account to which she was assigned. Michelle Hawks came into my office and closed the door. "Tom, we've got to get rid of her. I tried to talk some sense into her. I pointed out that the damn store's business is selling sexy lingerie, for god's sake -- of course they're going to use models with big boobs. I told her to worry about her own accounts. She just won't listen -- she's decided this is a sacred cause. Andv you know it's not the first time. Let's go talk to Mark" I agreed to go to Mark with her, although both of us knew that the chances of getting Mark Vincent to do much of anything were pretty slim. Our agency president had started slipping into lethargy about five years previous, when his wife died. The problem was he adamantly refused to admit to himself that the fire was gone. A good man, wealthy, and a physically vigorous sixty, he should be enjoying life on some beach. Unfortunately he couldn't face the loneliness of retirement, and kept coming into the office to avoid being alone. Another problem, I knew, was that Merianne O'Connor was the orphaned daughter of one of Mark's early business associates. There was no way he'd fire her, no matter what she did. Half an hour later Michelle and I came out of Mark's office after getting exactly the results we expected. He'd made excuses for Michelle, he'd promised to think about it, he'd said we were making a big deal out of nothing, that the account wasn't that important anyway, and a dozen other things. What he hadn't done was to do what needed to be done. "That's it," said Michelle, frustrated and angry, when we got back to her office and closed the door. "I like Mark as much as you or anybody else, but he's going to drag the whole agency down if this goes on much longer. We've got to get everybody together and force him out." The way our partnership was structured, Mark could be forced out if two-thirds of the partners (five of the seven) agreed. I had no doubt the votes were there -- in fact, I'd be one of them if it came to that. I wanted to avoid it, though, and I thought I knew a way. "Michelle, I agree with you in principle," I said, "but will you give me until the end of the day to find another solution? If the problem isn't fixed by then, I promise to help you move Mark out." She readily agreed, no more anxious than I was to wound an old friend unnecessarily. I left for lunch at my usual place to work out the details over a double cheeseburger. I cleared out a table in Diana's station, then had Reward get the manager to reassign all her other tables to other waitresses. She came to my table, with her order pad out. "What would you like to have, Master?" "I'll have a double cheeseburger deluxe with fries, a cup of coffee, and a blowjob," I replied. "Thank you, Master," she replied. "I'll place your order and be right back with the coffee and blowjob." Diana was back quickly, putting the coffee in front of me, and then crawling under the table to unzip my pants and begin sucking me. I knew I shouldn't have done this, since the blowjob would no doubt interfere with my thinking, but I couldn't resist. And, anyway, I had the basics of the plan worked out. The way I figured it was that our real problem was Mark. We had to get rid of both Mark and Merianne, but Merianne could be eliminated by tossing her over a cliff, as far as I was concerned. (I quickly added an aside to Reward that I wasn't serious about that). But Mark we had to get rid of in a way that made him happy to go. And the reason Mark didn't want to go was because he was afraid he'd be bored and lonely in retirement. What better way to make sure that he wasn't lonely and bored than to give him a beautiful and devoted young wife? Who? Merianne, of course. I considered the possible objections, which were pretty obvious. "Merianne doesn't really like Mark all that much": So? "Merianne's a bitch": Well, yes. But Mark didn't think so, he was very fond of her, seeing her as his protege. And besides, she could be adjusted. "Mark's 60, Merianne's about 25": Was Mark likely to complain? I had to take a little break at this point in my thinking, since Diana's sucking had had its desired effect. I concentrated on the sensations in my crotch for a few seconds as I grabbed her head and pulled her tight against me, shoving my cock as far into her as it would go and then fucking her throat a few strokes before sending my sperm into her belly. As I leaned back in the seat, Diana cleaned off my dick and then crawled out from under the table. As she stood she thanked me for giving her my sperm, and then left to get my cheeseburger. I returned to my plans, although I was pretty close to finished. I would have them get married -- the engagement would be announced this afternoon. Had I left any details out? Diana returned with the cheeseburger and fries, asking if there was anything else she could do for me. I told her I didn't need anything while I was eating, so she could sit across the booth from me and masturbate until I was done. She sat sideways in the booth, leaning against the wall, brought her legs up on the seat, hiked her skirt up to her waist (no panties), and began fingering herself. I swallowed a fry and suggested an improvement. "Take off your blouse and bra, Diana, and play with your tits." Diana did as she was told, releasing her big, milk-swollen breasts and beginning to squeeze first one nipple, then the other, as she continued to play with her clit. Watching her play with her tits brought to my attention a small flaw in my plan. Mark, I knew, preferred women who were rather buxom. Merianne's tits were not tiny, but she was a bit on the small side. Since I wanted Mark to be happy, I'd have to fix that -- poetic justice considering the issue that had dominated the morning. I instructed Reward to increase Merianne's breasts to DD, adding that no one else would consider this to be a change, but that Merianne should notice it. The thought of her seeing her breasts suddenly balloon was delicious. I realized the new tits would probably destroy her blouse, but that gave me the idea to change her clothes as well. The pinstripe business suit would be replaced by a super-short skirt, black hose, stilletto heels, and a tight, lowcut, ruffled, pink blouse. I almost laughed out loud at the mental image. In fact, the mental image was so good that I asked Reward to bring Merianne over to the restaurant so I could see the real thing. There she was in front of me, looking around in confusion, and trying to hide two huge mounds projecting from her chest. "You're looking great, Merianne," I said. "Been working out?" "What's happening to me?" she wailed. Then she saw Diana furiously fingering herself, and she stammered in greater confusion, unable to speak and just pointing at the pregnant waitress. She looked around for help, but saw that none of the other diners was paying the least attention to anything but their own meals and conversations. "And I like the way you're dressed today," I added. "It really expresses your personality." Merianne tried unsuccessfully to pull her short skirt down her thighs (very nice ones, I should note), but there just wasn't anything to pull down. "How can this be happening?" she asked, nearly in tears. "I made it happen." "Huh? What do you mean?" "I changed your clothes, and I changed your, er, protuberances," I replied. "You're nuts." "I may be nuts," I replied, "but I'm not the one who suddenly has two cantaloupes hanging off my ribs. Since you're not being nice, I won't change them back." Obviously she didn't believe me (and who would?), so I quickly returned her to her normal state, then, a few seconds later, returned her to her new condition. She looked at me with a mix of awe and terror. "How did you do that?" "It's a long story, Merianne, and not one that would really interest you. Anyway, I don't really want to discuss it with you -- I just brought you over here because I was curious to see what you looked like now. It's very interesting - turn around for me." I twirled my finger to indicate ashe should pirouette. Reluctantly but obediently, Merianne did a model's turn. When she was again facing me, I told her to turn once more. "I want to see your ass a little better," I explained. Red-faced, she turned. "Lovely," I said truthfully. "Now bend over." When she did, I noticed her underwear. "I really should take your panties away from you, but not wearing panties to work would be unprofessional, don't you think?" At that moment, Diana, who had been frigging herself ever harder and faster, came with a series of moans and grunts, collapsing against the wall. Of course I didn't get a reply to my question, so I added, "Just for the moment, pull your panties down, so I can see your ass." She did. Then, at my suggestion, she pulled her pussy lips open. "You know, Merianne, your ass and pussy are so beautiful, I'm tempted to give you a quick fuck from behind, but that wouldn't be fair to your husband." I let her get up. "My … h-husband?" she stammered, pulling up her panties. She really did have a nice body. Mark would be a happy man. "Yes, congratulations on your engagement, by the way. Don't worry about it," I added, "I'll give you all the details this afternoon." With that, I dismissed her with a wave of my hand. She walked dispiritedly through the coffee shop and back to the office, with every man she passed ogling her extraordinary body and suggestive attire. Diana was reviving. "Who was that, Master?" she asked. "Another of your servants?" "Do you think I should have her as a servant, Diana?" I asked. "If you want her, Master. But I don't think she could please you as well as I can." "An excellent answer, Diana," I replied. "Just for that, why don't you lean over the table and I'll give you a good fuck from behind." "Thank you, Master," she squealed with pleasure, as she quickly positioned herself over the table. As I got up to fuck her, I thought that it would be fun to play some games with the rest of the diners, so I gave all the women in the place the sensation of a pair of lips sucking on their clits. There was a noticeable drop in the amount of conversation in the room, replaced by a gasp from dozens of mouths, a clatter as a waitress dropped a tray of food, and chairs screeching as their occupants' legs went rigid. I entered Diana and began stroking her to the sound of dozens of women moaning and panting. I grabbed Diana's ass cheeks and rammed her harder, watching a few women begin to put their hands up their skirts. So far, none of the men noticed - but I decided it was time to let them in on the fun. Suddenly there was a riot of voices. The manager started off in a dozen directions at once, but finally settled on Diana and I as the most egregious violators of his restaurant's decorum. As he got near us and started gibbering and wildly gesticulating, I provided some decoy targets by having all the women get up from their chairs, pull up their skirts and/or drop their pants and lean over their tables, waiting to be fucked. They didn't wait long, because I had all the men drop their own pants and start fucking the nearest cunt (there being more men than women in the restaurant, the guys who didn't grab a pussy quickly enough had to settle for any available mouths). The manager himself was now getting a blowjob from one of the waitresses, who was being fucked by the customer she had been serving in a different manner just a moment before. I came in Diana to the sight of dozens of rutting combinations and the slurping sounds of wet pussies and blowjobs. After she cleaned her juices off my cock, dressed me, and thanked me for fucking her, I started to leave. I then realized that Diana had missed most of her lunch hour business by serving me, so I left a $100 tip on the table. As I walked to the door, I noticed people gathering on the sidewalk outside, gesturing at the crazed behavior in the restaurant -- I had forgotten to put up any protection around the building. Immediately I returned everyone inside and outside to normal. I had to be more careful - I asked Reward to remind me about forgotten details as I returned to the office, where I had the receptionist announce that there would be a company meeting at 2:30. As the staff crowded into the lunchroom, where we generally held meetings of this type, I had Reward adjust them to accept as perfectly reasonable everything I said. I quickly scanned the room - Mark and Merianne were standing next to each other as I wanted, although they didn't know they had been directed to do so. Nobody thought there was anything unusual in Merianne's body or dress, although several of the men were of course admiring her. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice," I began when everyone was in. "I promise this won't be a long meeting, and I promise that it's nothing but good news." There was a general sigh of relief. "First," I went on, "You're probably all aware, despite their discretion, that there has been a growing bond between Mark Vincent and Merianne O'Connor." Merianne gaped at me in horror as she realized (I never said she was dumb) what was about to happen. I had expected her reaction of course, so had had Reward ensure that everyone else saw nothing but ecstatic bliss on her face. "It's my pleasure and honor," I added, "to announce that Mark and Merianne will be getting married." General applause, shouts of congratulations. Mark beaming and shaking hands with those nearby. Merianne staring at me with terror and detestation, although everyone else saw her accepting their good wishes and showing off her huge engagement ring (a gift from Reward - I had forgotten this detail). When the general hubbub quieted down, I went on. "I'm sure you'll understand that Mark is going to be a very busy guy…." Polite laughter. I overheard one of the copywriters comment that "You might even say he's going to have his hands full," drawing sniggers from those around him. "… so he has reluctantly announced his retirement, effective immediately. We're all going to miss him, after all he's done to build this agency, but he and Merianne leave us with our best wishes." More applause, and more congratulations graciously accepted by Mark and Merianne. I held up my hands for quiet. "Just one more thing," I said, "and it's great news, too. Please join me in congratulating the new CEO of our agency, Michelle Hawks." Wild applause - Michelle was genuinely liked and respected by everyone in the agency. I stepped aside as Michelle came forward to speak briefly about how she'd need all our help to fill the big shoes, etc, etc, etc. Then it was over and everyone crowded around the happy couple and/or their new boss. When I could work my way through to them, I shook Mark's hand and said, "I'll bet when Merianne said yes, it was the greatest moment in your life." His face lit up with joy and then he laughed at the memory. "I'll say. We were at Flavio's, and I was so excited when I put the ring on her finger that I dropped it in her ice cream." Nice touch, Reward. Then I turned to his happy bride-to-be, who was holding her groom-to-be's hand and speaking excitedly with a young assistant art director. Only I could see her agony. When we were nearly alone I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Mark's gonna love that ass of yours." She started to cry, although everyone else saw her giggling at the mildly ribald comment they presumed I had whispered to her. I've told you that tears usually soften me. I had decided to make her the perfect wife for Mark, doing everything to make him happy, sexually and otherwise, but knowing that she had been forced into it, and hating every minute of it. But I had also decided that I'd do it only for six months - that would be enough punishment. Then I'd let her be happy with her body and her life - she'd be the happy little devoted housewife, straight out of fifties TV. I wondered idly if June Allyson or Donna Reed ought to be her model, but I decided I'd let Reward work it out - besides, neither of them had tits like Merianne's. But now I decided to let her off the hook immediately - her misery was too deep. I had Reward make her happy with her position - marriage to Mark Vincent was something she had dreamed about and worked toward ever since she had joined the agency three years before. She was ecstatic. As I left the lunchroom and returned to my office, I remembered that Mark had no kids from his first marriage - I wondered if I should I let him knock up Merianne on the honeymoon. -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----