Control
I kept wondering when William would show some sign of weakness, somewhere.
But he was still way too far ahead of me.
Honestly, I was falling in love with him, but even that he suspected, even before I did. He’d let me kiss him, suck him, bite him. He’d kiss me back, but seldom initiated anything. He’d even fuck me, every now and then.
But it was clear he was holding back when it came to letting himself go.
William was in control of everything, it seemed. My business was more and more in his hands, even though he always gave the credit to me.
He was making more money than he seemed to have imagined. My entire office sang his praises.
And he’d quietly joke about what a nympho he was…
I was so used to sucking his thick fat cock that I barely noticed how he seemed to enjoy my swallowing his cum and piss even more than my just sucking him. He let me undo his pants every morning, every evening, and usually at least one more time throughout the day.
He even hosted gangbangs at his place, laughingly introducing me as his boss.
I could barely walk at the end of those…
He seemed to relish training me at the gym, even introducing me to his friend who opened the gym in the morning, as well as sharing me more and more with friends, their friends, and even strangers.
He seemed to enjoy more and more coaching me, to be a better bottom, to suck cocks slower and deeper, to enjoy cum more and more.
My daily routine he controlled almost entirely, and the busier I got the more it seemed to make sense to everyone around why I would leave more and more of my schedule in his hands, together with my new assistant Sean.
He’d have quiet sessions coaching Sean how to use me even more, even though Sean hardly needed them. William knew I was falling in love with him. His response was to get guys to fuck me so hard I could barely walk, and even coach me through tears at the pain.
And my heart went out to him even more.
I now had five major feeder clients, feeding me in ways only William, and increasingly Sean, actually knew. William was even smart enough that I had two Asian right hands, as well as a new Hispanic one. How he kept finding such smart and well hung men was beyond me. And every one of them remained grateful. To William.
I really had thought my ass would give out on me, but William even got me used to being fisted, of course first by him, then by Sean. Then he actually seemed to farm fisting out to my best clients.
They loved him for it.
I tried so hard to get closer to William, no matter how much he used me. Every once in a while he almost cracked, even once joking about how crazy it would be if he gave in and married “a whore like me.”
I didn’t want him marrying a whore “LIKE ME”.
I wanted him to marry ME.
I was servicing more and more men, thinking of nothing but William. Hoping he was proud of me. Hoping I was pleasing him. Hoping he would at least jerk off once in a while thinking about me.
Every cock I sucked I compared to his. There were longer ones, fatter ones. But his was perfect.
And he knew I felt that way.
I tried kissing his ass. Honestly, I couldn’t.
I worshipped it. I knew he knew. Even as he came, while my tongue was deep inside his hole.
Of course I licked his cum up off the floor afterwards.
William even took over planning my business trips. Stupid of me to think they would just be regular business trips, as he loaded them up with so much of course he had to have one of the other guys in his harem accompany me.
I never had a day without more sex than I knew how to count. Even if I would eventually find out William was tracking that too.
And the hardest thing about them for me was not seeing William, even for a day. Even worse if it was more than one day.
I broke down at times, actually crying on the phone because I missed him so much.
He would laugh, then greet me upon my return with the cum he had stored while I was away.
Fuck. I wanted HIM. Every single bit of him.
And became ever more shameless about it.
William would laugh, even more. Even taunt me.
I’d even cry for happiness as he pissed down my throat. As he taught me how to relish his cum longer and longer.
Even as I ate his ass. Deeper and deeper.
I had to get a bit of control in. Somewhere.
I’d give him gifts. I knew he liked them, even if he wouldn’t really admit it.
I’d kiss him longer and longer, whenever he’d let me. I’d bite him softer and softer.
Shit. He knew he had my heart.
Why was it so damned hard to get any of his?
And yet every once in a while he’d throw out a bit of hopefulness. Rub his hands through my hair while he came down my throat. Even kiss my cum-covered lips after I had swallowed.
I was plotting like never before. I didn’t even care if he knew anymore.
He gave me a necklace with his name on it. I cried I was so happy…
I gave him a silver cockring.
He smiled. Asked me to engrave my name on it.
And he even started wearing it. Every day…
