Glover watched Craven as his boss looked on, eager to see his reaction as the woman sat on the bed and crossed her sexy legs and snapping her gum.
�Are you sure you�re not a cop?� The girl asked suspiciously
�Yes. I�m sure.� Glover assured the girl.
�Who�s that?� Craven asked as he watched intently. The girl had an incredible body and face.
�A dancer I picked up in a strip club. Her name was Desiree. Is that a stripper name or what?� Glover chuckled. �I offered her a thousand dollars if she�d go to a hotel with me.�
�So, how do you like it?� Desiree asked. �Do you want me to start with a blowjob?�
�Sure, that would be great.� Glover said on the tape.
�Sit down over here, handsome.� Desiree told him as she got up and guided him over to the bed and made him sit down. Then she got down on her knees and began to unzip his pants and unbuckle his belt. Soon she had him out, stroking him up and down to get him completely hard. Then she bent over and began to kiss and lick his erection.
�Look at me while you do that.� Glover said on the tape.
Desiree did as he requested and stared at him with her baby blue eyes while Glover leaned back on his elbows and enjoyed his oral treat. As he watched Desiree expertly suck him off on the tape, Glover told Craven, �She gave excellent head. Best I ever had.�
Craven ignored him and watched, waiting for something. It didn�t register with him at the moment that Glover kept speaking of her in the past tense. After several minutes of slurping and lip smacking sounds as Desiree�s head bobbed up and down rhythmically, Glover finally pulled her head up.
�Are you ready to fuck me now, baby?� Desiree asked demurely as she stroked him up and down.
�Yes, but first I want to make a bet with you.� Glover told her.
�A bet?� Desiree asked as she cocked an eyebrow. �What kind of bet?�
�I�ll bet you by the time I�m through fucking your brains out, you�ll want to give me all the tips you made tonight. What was it? A few hundred dollars maybe?�
�Are you kidding? Try more like fifteen hundred. I�m the hottest dancer there.� Desiree said, offended by Glover�s low estimate. �You�re joking right?�
�No, I�m perfectly serious.�
�No guy I�ve ever slept with has ever made me want to pay him.� Desiree laughed cockily.
�Then you should probably win the bet.� Glover smiled, daring her to accept the bet.
Desiree stared back at Glover for a long time, and then grinned as her eyes lit up, �If I fuck you and you don�t blow me away, I still get the thousand you promised me right?�
�Yep.�
�You�re on.� Desiree said with a wide smile. �Like taking candy from a baby.� She thought, and reached out to extend her right hand to accept the bet from Glover.
�Watch this.� Glover told Craven. I have one of the patches on my fingertip. You see, when I shake her hand there, I just press down on the back of her hand and it�s stuck like an invisible Band-Aid. She can�t see it or feel it. The chemical seeps into her pores and begins to work almost immediately.�
Craven continued to watch with interest as Desiree began to strip off her dress and g-string panties. She left her high heels on and then began to help Glover remove his clothes. Craven felt uncomfortable watching this intimate display, but he never took his eyes off the small screen. He watched as Glover began pawing and sucking the stripper�s ample breasts, and then fingering her, all the while speaking to her in a barely audible whisper. It went on and on for several minutes. Later, Desiree seemed to be reacting more and more favorably to Glover�s whispers, which Craven strained to hear.
�What are you saying to her?� Craven asked.
�I�m giving her subtle little suggestions. Telling her she�s hot, that she�s horny as hell and that I�m going to make her climax like she never has before. Stuff like that. The chemical works like a super aphrodisiac. Look how she�d responding. She was like a wild cat, and now she can�t get enough of me. Watch this.�
Craven watched as Desiree began moaning loudly as her body undulated in Glover�s hands. Then she began begging him �I can�t take this anymore! Fuck me. Please fuck me!�
Glover climbed between her legs and lifted her ankles over his shoulders and proceeded to fuck her deep and hard. He railed the gasping and moaning stripper on the shaking bed while she threw her head back and forth, arching her back upward as she continually begged him to fuck her harder. Craven was in awe as she began to squeal louder. Then Glover ordered her to turn over and get on her hands and knees.
�Bark like a dog, bitch.� Glover told the stripper, who was at his complete mercy and control now.
Indeed, Desiree began to emit a high-pitched yelp as Glover pumped from behind. Craven couldn�t help but grin at the depravity and degradation of the sexy dancer. There was not one request that she refused. She even allowed him flip her back over to tit fuck her and then spray his load all over her pretty young face, her glossed lips eagerly parted to accept the sticky fluid, which splashed on her tongue and flushed cheeks. After it was all over and she began to calm down, Glover got dressed and waited for Desiree to recover.
�Ohmigod, I�ve never felt anything so incredible in all my life.� Desiree sighed as she continued shaking and panting on the bed, covered with sweat and semen.
�So, who wins the bet?� Glover asked nonchalantly.
�Oh, baby.� Desiree said as she reached for her sequined clutch purse and pulled out a fistful of ones and twenties and handed it over gratefully to Glover. �You deserve every dollar and more.�
�Glover took the cash and stuffed it into his jacket. �Okay, get dressed, let�s go.�
�No, I want to fuck some more, baby.� Desiree said with a sultry look in her eyes.
�I�m done with you, whore.� Glover said coldly.
�Please. One more time.� Desiree whined. �I�ll get some more money. I�ll suck your cock some more. I�ll do anything you want. You can do whatever you want to me. Please!�
�Maybe some other time.�
Desiree pouted and sulked, hurt that Glover didn�t want to screw her anymore. She reluctantly got dressed and Glover held the door open for her, �Go ahead. I�ll meet you downstairs in the car.�
After Desiree left the room, Glover walked over to the camera and reached up for it. Then the screen went dark. The taped demonstration was now over, and Glover looked over at Craven with smug pride and self- satisfaction. �So, what do you think? Pretty nifty, huh?�
During his lunch with Jennifer at a hotel restaurant, Stark Craven held his assistant�s full attention. No matter what he said, Jennifer listened eagerly and giggled at some of his off color remarks. Craven would never have dreamed of being so bold before, knowing Jennifer would have been offended and outraged by his crude and distasteful remarks. Now she seemed to fully enjoy whatever came out of his mouth. Not only that, but it seemed to get her excited.
Craven then had an idea and began to talk about his fictional girlfriend to arouse Jennifer even more. �Sorry if I�m getting too personal here, but, I�m thinking about breaking up with my girlfriend.�
�Oh, really?� Jennifer asked, getting even more interested now. She crossed her legs under the table and leaned forward on her elbows to get closer to Craven.
�Yes. Our sex life has gotten kind of� stale.�
�Hmmm.� Jennifer said with a slight smile. �Do tell. And I don�t mind you getting too personal.�
�Well, she�s got a great body and everything, but there are certain things she won�t do.�
This was sounding better and better to Jennifer. �Oh? Like?�
�She doesn�t give oral sex.�
�Well, well.� Jennifer said, blushing slightly. She didn�t particularly enjoy giving head herself, only having tried it once and found it very unsatisfying, but all of a sudden the thought of going down on Craven flashed into her reeling mind. A warm sensation began to stir between her thighs, and she re-crossed her legs, the nylons swishing under her silk skirt. Jennifer decided it was now her turn to be bold. �I�ve always thought that it was very important to please a man.�
�Is that right?�
�Um hum. If you give a man what he wants, he�ll never stray.�
�Sounds like you�re speaking from experience.�
�I�ve never had a man dump me.� Jennifer informed Craven proudly. �I�ve always ended the relationships. And they never fail to beg me to take them back.�
�So how do you keep them satisfied?� Craven asked, intrigued.
�Oh, I have a few tricks up my sleeve.� Jennifer said. She was extremely horny now and she wanted to say or do something, anything, to get Craven interested in her. Suddenly, the urge to have sex with Craven became overpowering. All she needed was an opening to let her know he was interested.
�Be more specific.�
�I don�t give out my secrets to just anyone.� Jennifer said demurely with a raised eyebrow.
�Come on Jennifer, I really want you to tell me.�
Jennifer tingled inside. It was getting closer to what she wanted to hear. Her crotch was getting warmer and wetter by the minute.
�Well�I feel uncomfortable talking about it in a public place like this.� She said with teasing innocence.
�What do you have in mind?� Craven asked.
This was torture for Jennifer. She wanted Craven badly now. She could almost feel his cock inside her.
�Well, since you seem so interested, maybe we could�um� go upstairs. And maybe I could do more than actually tell you about my�techniques.�
Craven gulped down the last of his drink and grinned. �You want me to get a room?�
�You might as well get the full experience.� Jennifer cooed sexily, using all her sexiest charms. �Then you can find out what you�re really missing from your little girlfriend.�
�Check please.� Craven said promptly to the passing waiter.
Stark Craven could hardly breathe as he sat in a high backed leather chair in a suite at the hotel where he had taken his buxom blonde assistant, Jennifer Marlow, to lunch. The mind control drug patch test was very successful so far. Jennifer was currently on her knees before him doing incredible things with her lips and tongue to his rigid cock. Craven groaned as Jennifer�s head bobbed slowly up and down as she gulped his pole into her warm eager mouth. He ran his fingers through her soft blonde locks and guided her up and down slowly as she swirled her tongue around and around. He hadn�t had a blowjob this good since he had that whore in the Philippines back in his military days.
Jennifer couldn�t get enough of him. She couldn�t get over the fact that something that had been so totally uninteresting to her before could be so enjoyable and arousing. She had been sucking him off for over an hour now, taking her time to tease Craven, changing technique and rhythm to drive him to the brink of orgasm again and again. Whenever she got a response from him, like a gasp or a groan, she worked all the harder to pleasure him even more. She couldn�t believe she could enjoy cock sucking so much.
She paused occasionally to look up at him with her bright blue eyes to say something like, �I�ll bet your girlfriend would never do this to you,� or �Your cock tastes so good.�
Craven would only sigh and lay his head back as Jennifer continued on and deep throated him. When Jennifer knew he couldn�t take much more, she paused and stood up and slowly began to unbutton her blouse as Craven watched anxiously. He couldn�t believe how eager and horny she was.
�I�m not through with you yet Mr. Craven.� Jennifer said coquettishly. She didn�t know exactly why, but she enjoyed her role as the sexy assistant seducing her boss. It amazed her how much she was attracted to Craven when before he was nothing more to her than a stern and no nonsense supervisor. What was it that made her feel like this? She couldn�t understand it, but she decided there was no use fighting it. She let her silk blouse fall around her high heels and then posed in her lace bra and skirt, rubbing her body and pushing her ample breasts together. She then hiked up her tight skirt slowly and turned her back to Craven to give him a peek at her French cut lace panties. �Would you let me sit on your cock?�
�How bad do you want to do it?� Craven asked.
�Very bad.� Jennifer moaned. �I�d do anything for it.�
�If I let you, you�ll have to agree to a few things first.�
Jennifer was fully aroused, rubbing her palms up and down her thighs and torso, her body tingling with excitement. He pussy ached to be filled, and at that moment, she would agree to anything Craven wanted.
She pleaded breathlessly, �Just tell me what you want.�
�First of all, you belong to me now. I�m the only one you suck and fuck. You dump any and all the rest of your other boyfriends. I�m your Daddy now, you understand?�
Jennifer was shocked at first. By his crude words and the meaning behind them. Her boyfriends were important to her. They bought her all sorts of expensive things and took her to fabulous restaurants and vacations. But the fact that Craven wanted her exclusively overrode all the normal urges to keep them. His needs were the most important now. After a few more moments of mental debate, she finally gushed �Okay. I�I understand.�
�Second. You address me as �sir� from now on. Here and at the office.�
This went against all her normal instincts. Although she worked under Craven, she never found it necessary to ever answer him as �sir.� She usually thought of herself as above most men� until now.
�Yes�sir.�
�Very good. You learn quick.� Craven smiled.
Jennifer blushed and smiled back. She liked his compliment. It made her feel good to please him. She quickly said, �Is there anything else, sir?�
�Yes. From now on, you do exactly as I say. No questions asked. When I ask for a cup of coffee, you jump to it. If I ask for a file, you ask, �Yes, sir, how soon do you want it?� When I ask you to jump, you ask �How high, sir?� You go to lunch with me every day unless I have something else to do. Sometimes we�ll come here and I�ll fuck your brains out if you�re a good girl. How does that sound?�
Jennifer�s mind reeled. No one had ever talked to her this way before, making demands of her. He made it sound like she was going to be his exclusive sex toy and she had no say in the matter. But why did it sound so attractive to her? She looked down at his erection and knew. She just had to have him, no matter what.
�That sounds�wonderful�sir.� Jennifer found herself saying to her astonishment. Her body was trembling and aching to get at his cock.
�Oh, yeah, one more thing�.�
Jennifer groaned and asked impatiently, �Yes, sir?�
�Every morning when I come in, I want you to come into my office and give me a blow job.�
Jennifer bit her lip and shook her head in agreement, eager to get the demands over with. �Yes! Yes, sir. May I please sit on your cock now, sir?�
Craven paused to tease her more, enjoying her aching discomfort. �Okay, whore, you can sit on me now. You don�t mind if I call you �whore� do you, Ms. Marlow?�
Jennifer cringed at the question. Although it was degrading, and she wasn�t used to it, if letting him call her that would get her any closer to having hot sex with him, she would absolutely not mind it at all. �No, sir. I don�t mind. You can call me whatever you want.�
�Then get your ass over here then.�
Jennifer rushed to strip off her panties, stepped up to Craven, turned around and straddled his legs as she lowered her burning crotch down to his hard pole, which was still moist from her cock sucking.
�Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnh!� Jennifer moaned as she impaled herself on Craven�s tool. It was even better than she imagined. She filled herself to the hilt and then froze to take in the ecstatic sensations she was feeling. No man had ever made her feel this before. Why was screwing Craven making her feel this way?
Craven reached up to palm her bosom, something he had dreamed about from the first day she strutted into IADC headquarters for her first interview. It was the only hire Craven ever made based solely on looks. She was conceited and haughty, but Craven knew someday he would break her. He just didn�t know testing a mind control chemical on her would do it. He gave her ample mounds a good hard squeeze while he began thrusting upwards into her rolling hips. She reached back and dug her manicured fingernails into his clothes as she pumped up and down on his lap. The longer and harder they fucked, the louder Jennifer�s moans and sighs became.
�You like that don�t you bitch?� Craven asked as he gave Jennifer an extra hard thrust.
�God, Yes!� Jennifer squealed at the top of her lungs. She did like it. Loved it in fact, more than anything, she just didn�t know exactly why. She thought to herself, �He�s making me so damn horny!�
�Yes, sir!� Craven corrected her.
�Yes, sir! I love it, sir!� Jennifer quickly replied, not wanting to risk angering her boss.
�That�s good, slut.� Craven smiled. �Now I�m going to reward your obedience. Go over to the bed and get on all fours like the sleazy little whore that you are.�
�Yes, sir, Mr. Craven.� Jennifer replied as she got up from Craven�s lap, went straight to the bed and climbed on the mattress on her hands and knees with her smooth tight ass wriggling towards Craven. She looked back at him with pure lust in her eyes, dying for him to come and take her. It was the horniest she had ever been in her life. She wanted Craven cock so badly it hurt.
Craven stepped up to his fully aroused assistant and grinned lasciviously. He couldn�t believe he was about to have his way with Jennifer Marlow, the sexiest and most attractive employee at IADC. He knew just about every male employee and agent there would have done anything to get Marlow in bed, except maybe that pansy Steve Trevor. But now here he was about to take her doggie style, as well as many other positions he could think of. Maybe he would even give her a nice tit fuck and spew all over those fill lips and flawless cheeks.
As Craven began to screw Jennifer�s willing and obedient brains out, he thought of the many other possibilities for the use of this chemical. The one that stood out first and foremost in his mind was agent Diana Prince. The thought of it immediately made his heart race, and so he began to slam hard into the squealing Jennifer with brutal and vigorous force.
�Who�s your Daddy?� Craven hissed between gritted teeth as he swatted her jiggling ass.
Jennifer, grabbing the sheets in her fists and biting on her lip, her body racked and shaking from Craven�s thrilling brutal thrusts, stuttered a reply, �Unnnh�Y-you�ah�ah�are�unnnh�s-sir!�
�That�s a good little whore.� Craven said as he pulled out of Jennifer, making her gasp in surprise. �Now turn over on your back. I�m going to give you a screwing you�ll never forget.�
�Yes, sir!� Jennifer jumped and obeyed quickly, turning over and eagerly spreading her shapely quivering legs wide. She screamed out with passion and pulled Craven close as he mounted her and began thrusting into her wet pussy deep and hard. The entire bed shook as he nailed her into the mattress. When he drove her pliable body forward enough so that the top of her head began to thump against the headboard, Jennifer braced her hands against the heavy frame and met Craven�s thrusts with her own. As the first of many orgasms exploded within her, Jennifer reeled at the thought that nothing else would ever compare to this experience. From now on, her only thoughts would be to satisfy Stark Craven in whatever way he wanted.
After another two hour of multiple positions and orgasms from Jennifer, Craven finally sprayed his load in her eager face after a luxurious session of tit-fucking her perfectly firm breasts. She leaned her head forward to tongue and lick the tip of his cock as it spilled the last of the creamy white fluid. To Jennifer, it was like tasting the sweetest nectar, and she swallowed every bit, careful not to waste a drop. By now she was purring and squirming like a kitten, fully satiated by Craven�s lustful fucking. She still couldn�t get over how horny he made her as they pleasured each other, how aroused she was by knowing that she was satisfying his every desire. This was not like her at all. No man ever made her feel like this. She knew she was going to be sexually dependant on him from now on, and she wasn�t used to that at all. Her vow to never allow a man to dominate her like this was now completely shattered. It frightened her, but at the same time it made her more excited than ever.
�Get dressed. We need to get back to the office.� Craven ordered Jennifer. �If anyone asks, you assisted me with some research at the Library of Congress.�
�Yes, sir, Mr. Craven.� Jennifer said as she gathered her scattered clothes.
�I need you to do me a big favor tomorrow.� Craven said as he dressed himself.
�Yes, sir. Anything.� Jennifer answered, still astonished by how subservient she had become.
�Listen carefully��
Archie Binderman took great care with Diana Prince. The first thing he had done was to remove all her clothes and put them away. Then he chose a suitably sexy black satin Merry Widow corset, silk panties and matching garters along with sheer black hose that fit Diana snugly at mid-thigh. He was even able to find a pair of glossy black pumps with extremely high heels that fit his captive perfectly. Then he slipped a pair of satin elbow-length gloves on Diana�s limp arms. The last item he placed was a black leather collar around her slender neck with a large stainless steel ring attached to it.
He was almost breathless as he stared at Diana�s unconscious form, her cleavage virtually spilling out of the top of the corset. He liked her ebony hair in its ponytail style and left it unchanged. She was flawless and stunning to look at, so he decided to take several photographs of her slumbering form, posing her glamorously while his video cameras recorded the proceedings as well.