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My Reward
By Azil
Copyright 1998-99
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 11: A DAY AT THE OFFICE
I got up a bit late the next day, a little tired from the previous night's
exertions. I also hadn't slept well, because I had some bad feelings about
zapping the Prince family out of existence -- even though what I zapped had
never really existed at all.
The original idea I had about creating clones was that it would not effect
actual human beings -- the real Prince family was totally unaffected by the
night's events. But the problem was that I had come to like them, and, clones
or not, didn't enjoy zapping them.
I told Reward to find a good job for Sharon, so she wouldn't have to give up
the kids.
Meanwhile, I had to rethink how to use my powers to get maximal fun and
minimal guilt.
As I got dressed, I wasn't too worried about being late. I was a partner in
the agency and nobody was likely to say anything about what time I came in --
although I also never liked to abuse my position. Still, I didn't need to be
in until 9:30, when I had a meeting scheduled. I'd make it with no sweat.
As I was pulling out of the driveway, I saw Mike Ralston pulling out of his
driveway, with Beth, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, waving goodbye to him.
As I pulled into the street after Mike, she waved to me, too. Damn, she
looked good. Unfortunately, while I had plenty of time to get to the office
before my meeting, I didn't have time to fuck Beth and still get there on
time.
As I got to the stop sign at the end of the street, however, a thought
occurred to me. Reward had told me that I could manipulate "matter and
dimensions", or words to that effect. Time is a dimension, so ....
I asked Reward if he could fix it so that I could go back and have a quickie
with Beth and still leave at the same time as I arrived -- in other words,
have the fuck take no time.
"Not exactly," was his surprising reply -- the first time he had told me he
couldn't do something. "Or rather, I could do that for you, but why not just
have time move at a different rate where you are than in the rest of the
world. You could have an hour with Mrs. Ralston (I noted that Reward was
always a perfect gentleman) be equivalent to a second elsewhere."
I told him I'd let him work out the details, just get me to work on time, as I
turned around and headed back to home. When I got there, I put the car in the
garage and called Beth. She answered on the first ring.
"I was hoping you might come back when you saw Mike leaving," she said. "I'll
be right over."
She was. As she came in, she gave me a big kiss, running her hands down my
back and putting them on my ass to pull me forward into her crotch. "I know
you don't have much time," she said, taking my hand and pulling me into the
bedroom.
I could have told her that we could spend a couple days together and it
wouldn't even make a minute's difference, but I decided not to. I preferred
to see her hurry to grab her fulfillment.
She quickly stripped off her blouse and pants, then her bra and panties. I
matched her speed, and then enjoyed looking at her hop on the bed and lay on
her back. "I just need you so much," she moaned, reaching between her legs to
rub her clit, trying to get herself wet enough to quickly invite me in.
I joined her on the bed and added my fingers to hers, also applying my mouth
to her breast. She was definitely in the mood, and needed little stimulation.
A few minutes and I was on her, stroking slowly. Her legs were splayed out
widely as she kissed my ear and whispered her thanks. "Oh Tom, thank you for
coming back for me. When I saw you this morning, I knew how much I had to
have you."
I kissed her, then bowed my head to lick her delicious breasts, biting softly
on first one nipple, then the other.
We fucked for a while in a slow, unrushed manner, but even at that pace Beth's
desire drove her to a quick orgasm. I paused briefly after that and then
suggested that she get on top.
She readily agreed, and squatted over my cock. I've always loved the sight of
a woman inserting my cock in her cunt as she squats over me. Then she lowered
herself onto me and then gradually built up speed.
One of the pleasures of this position for me, besides the great view it
affords, is that my hands are free. And now I put them to use -- one on her
tits, alternately kneading them and pulling at her nipples, and the other
rubbing her clit.
Again, it didn't take long before Beth was at the edge of orgasm, but this
time I was ready, too. As she got nearer she began to pound down harder and
harder. My hands ceased their work and grabbed her hips as I tried to match
her strokes. A few more and she came, then a second later I shot my sperm up
into her womb.
We hugged for a few minutes, then she reluctantly pulled herself off me and
headed into the bathroom, after telling me that I'd better quit fucking around
and get to work.
A little more banter as we got dressed, then a deep, loving kiss at the door,
and she was gone. A second later and I was pulling out of the driveway. With
a wave to her I drove away, reflecting as I did that it was a good thing that
ours was the sort of modern suburban neighborhood where neighbors hardly knew
each other, much less spied and gossiped. Nonetheless, I told Reward to make
sure that nobody noticed that Beth had been in my house three days running.
Also as I drove to work I reflected on what I had just learned about time.
How could I best put my ability to manipulate time to work for me? I didn't
come up with any great ideas, but I knew I was going to use it somehow.
In the meantime, however, my plans for getting to work on time were falling
apart -- not because of the second I had spent with Beth, but because of a
construction job on East Camelback, not far from my office. As I advanced a
car length at a time, taking five minutes to go a block, I began to glance at
my watch and fume. Nine-fifteen, and at the rate I was going, it was going to
take me more than fifteen minutes just to get to the next light.
Then I heard Reward clear his throat (metaphorically speaking). First, he
reminded me that I had asked him not to anticipate my requests, then asked if
I'd like him to clear the traffic. "You bet!" I replied, at which point all
the cars in front of me pulled to the side as though I had a flashing light
and siren. I drove past them, all the drivers staring straight ahead,
ignoring me. The construction flagman waved me past the equipment, while the
other flagman held up the oncoming traffic. As I got to the next light, it
changed to green, as did the other two lights I passed through. Any traffic
in my lane got out of my way as I approached..
"Wow," I said as I pulled into the parking lot with ten minutes to spare,
"that was great! But let's use that only for emergencies, okay, Reward?" He
agreed, obviously pleased with my praise.
So I hurried into the office, only to find that it didn't make any difference
anyway, because the 9:30 meeting had been canceled. So much for super-powers.
The meeting being canceled, however, gave me the chance to decide whether I
wanted to use Reward at work. I'd very much like to have Mark Vincent, the
President/CEO and senior partner, retire. We'd all been trying to persuade
him for almost two years. The problem was that he was a very nice man and
none of us had the guts to tell him that the business had passed him by. I
decided to think about it a little more -- like all the other things I had
thought about, I was reluctant to make major changes that would affect the
real world, especially the people around me.
I could also use Reward to land the three accounts we were currently
competing for. But again, I didn't want to do that until I had had a chance
to think about the consequences.
I had a pile of paperwork to take care of, which was not something I wanted to
do -- but I quickly realized that that was somewhere I could definitely use
Reward. "Reward," I said, "get this stuff completed with notes on everything
saying what I would have done after reviewing it completely."
The pile of paper immediately had sticky-notes all over it (in my handwriting)
telling me what my decisions were. I checked a couple and saw that they were
indeed done exactly as I would have if I had given them my full attention and
careful consideration.
I walked out to the administrative assistant I was temporarily sharing with
Michelle Hawks, another partner. We were advertising to hire me a new one,
since my previous one had moved to Tucson, of all places. I handed her a
morning's worth of work, done in a second, and breathed a sigh of relief as I
headed back into my office, free to play computer games, or surf the net, or
even do some work I enjoyed doing.
So it was that at eleven o'clock I was playing hearts (and winning), when
Merianne (sic) O'Connor, one of our AE's (who had a tendency to annoy me a bit
with her know-it-all attitude), brought around our new summer intern.
"Good morning, Tom," she said, breezing in. "I'd like you to meet Deborah
Kowalski, who will be working with us this summer. Deborah, this is Tom
Mallory, our Exec VP of business development."
"Hi, Tom," said the new arrival, with a dazzling smile. "I'm Debbie. I'm
really looking forward to working with you." I saw Merianne frown as the girl
introduced herself. I knew she felt that a female executive should never use
or allow others to use a diminutive form of her name.
Debbie Kowalski, however, could do damn near anything she wanted as far as I
was concerned. As we talked briefly, I learned that she was about to begin
her senior year at ASU, where she was majoring in, you guessed it,
advertising. At the same time, I learned by observation that she was bright,
energetic, friendly, and had a sense of humor. She was also pretty, though
more cute than knock-out. She was about five-two and I would guess maybe 105.
She was slender, with a beautiful little butt that showed up nicely even in
the dress-for-success business suit she was wearing. She had brown eyes and
brown hair in a style that used to be called a pageboy.
I couldn't help it. I knew I was going to be fucking her soon.
I had considered briefly declaring the office off-limits for sex, but hadn't
made up my mind -- Debbie Kowalski made it up for me. I didn't want to do
anything with her for the moment, however -- I needed to think about how I was
going to have her.
At that moment, however, something happened that changed the office
environment even more dramatically. Linda Hooper, the office manager, came in
as Debbie and Merianne were leaving to let me know that she had found my new
administrative assistant.
"That's great," I said, genuinely excited. I was tired of sharing, and I had
several projects that had been waiting for some help. "Send her in -- what's
her name?"
"Sharon Prince," Linda said, turning to go get my new helper.
Omigod, I thought as I waited. What's going on here? And then I remembered --
I had told Reward to find her a job so she wouldn't lose the kids ... this
must have been his solution.
Reward then piped up, very pleased with himself, telling me that he figured
he was killing two birds with one stone -- Sharon had a job and "You enjoyed
their company so much last night that this way you'll have the opportunity to
continue the relationship."
The only problem was, of course, that I didn't know if it was a good idea to
"continue the relationship." Reward pointed out that I could change the
situation if it didn't work, and that settled it.
Just then, Linda came back in, followed by Sharon, and introduced us.
Sharon, dressed in a gray business suit, came forward to shake my hand. "It's
a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Mallory, I'm really looking forward to working
with you."
I told her to call me Tom and assured her that I was looking forward to having
her in the office (privately enjoying the double entendre).
Linda left us and Sharon sat down, asking me when I wanted her to start. "I
hadn't really expected to get hired this quickly," she added.
"You must have really impressed Linda," I answered. Not that Linda had a
choice, I reflected, after Reward had done his work. Normally, of course, no
one would be hired on the first interview, and no assistant would be hired
until being interviewed by the person he/she would be working for. And of
course no one with Sharon's lack of qualifications would ever be hired --
Linda had rejected a dozen applicants far more qualified than Sharon Prince.
Reward reminded me, as I thought of this, that I could have him give Sharon
whatever job qualifications or industry knowledge I wanted her to have.
Sharon and I settled on having her start the next Monday, so she could make
daycare arrangements for her kids -- she was kind enough to tell me she had
two girls. With that we shook hands and Sharon left.
As she did so, I had Reward work two thoughts into her mind -- first, that her
new boss was just about the nicest and sexiest guy she had ever met and the
beginning of a sexual yearning for me; and second, that it might not be a bad
career move to be sexually available to me. Thus a couple thoughts were
converging on the target -- an affair with that great guy, Tom Mallory. Her
gray-covered ass wiggled in an unbusinesslike manner as she left.
Lunchtime found me having my usual double cheeseburger deluxe with fries at
the coffee shop on the corner, giving thanks that I need no longer worry
about cholesterol. I had just finished and had started to get up from the
small booth I was in when I noticed the waitress at the next station. She was
about twenty (just guessing), blonde, grey eyes, and about 5'8". Very pretty
in a slightly dumb-blonde sort of way. And she was pregnant-probably about
five months.
I've always found that women are extra-attractive when they're pregnant. Maybe
not so much late in the pregnancy, when their weight is making them tired and
drains their energy-but certainly in the months when the bulge is just
beginning.
This one was blossoming. She was pretty, she was happy, she was joking with
her customers.
I reflected that I hadn't had a pregnant woman in over ten years-so I decided
to have this one.
I consulted with Reward, who advised me that he could slow down the rest of
the coffee shop, so that our fuck would take less than a second. To their
eyes, our movements would be so fast that we would be effectively invisible,
but he'd make us totally invisible anyway. I told him I liked the idea, and
had him clear a group of diners from the biggest booth in the corner.
Her name was Diana, I learned. I had Reward make her totally suggestible, just
as if she were deeply hypnotized.
"Hi, Diana," I said.
"Hello," she replied. "Are you my master?"
"Yes," I answered, thinking that "Master" was a nice touch by Reward.
She stood still. Her facial expression was normal, no frozen staring or
anything. She was just waiting patiently to be told what to do.
"I want you to take off your clothes, Diana."
She immediately began unbuttoning her uniform dress (an unattractive brown).
It dropped to the floor. None of the diners around us glanced at her-none in
fact moved at all. She reached behind herself to unsnap the special bra,
jutting her swollen breasts toward me. I reached out to squeeze and caress
one breast and she paused until I was finished. Then she removed her
maternity panties and stood before me, her large breasts, engorged with milk,
sagging only slightly, her belly swollen with life, and below her crotch. I
had Reward remove her hair, and then asked her to join me in the big booth.
As we settled in I began to instruct her.
"You're very much in love with me, aren't you, Diana?"
"Yes, Master, I love you." She moved closer to me and a look of devotion came
into her pretty grey eyes.
"You want me to make love to you, don't you, Diana?"
"Yes, Master, I want you to love me." Now she leaned closer still, and put her
hand on my thigh, sliding it toward my crotch.
"You want more than anything to satisfy me, don't you, Diana?"
"Yes, Master, I want to satisfy you." Her hand began to rub my cock through my
pants.
"You are hoping I will allow you to suck my cock, aren't you, Diana?"
"Yes, please, Master, let me suck your cock." Now she slid down on the floor
under the table and began to unzip my pants.
"But I will only let you suck my cock if you suck it better than you have ever
done anything in your life."
"Oh Master, please-I promise it will be the best blowjob ever." I arched
upward to let her pull down my pants. She placed her mouth over my cock
expectantly.
"Go ahead, Diana," I allowed graciously, "you may suck my cock."
"Thank you, Master," she said, excitement making her voice shake. Then she
took nearly my whole cock with one motion.
Her blowjob was good, although there was perhaps a bit too much of her teeth
in it. Still, she got the head most of the way into her throat, and it took
me only a few minutes to come, sending several jets of my sperm down her
throat. Although she coughed and gagged slightly, she took the whole load and
licked my cock clean.
"That was very good, Diana," I told her, getting a smile of gratitude and
pride. "Now I know that you would like to be fucked, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, Master, I want you to fuck me."
"But I don't know if you'll be a good fuck, Diana."
She looked crushed, as though she was about to cry. I was afraid I might have
gone too far.
"Please, Master," she said with a note of desperation, holding on to my cock
as though it was her most valued possession, "please fuck me. I'll try to
make it a very good fuck."
I signaled with my hand that she could get off the floor and sit next to me.
When she was settled
I took a tit in each hand and began to knead them. "You like me to play with
your tits, don't you, Diana?"
"I love having you play with my tits." She shivered as I tweaked each nipple.
I loved the feel of her breasts, probably average size normally and with the
firmness of youth, but now swollen with her pregnancy. I rubbed and squeezed
them as she began breathing harder.
"You want to come, don't you, Diana."
"Yes, Master, I want to come."
"I will let you come then, Diana, when I stick my finger in your cunt." With
that, I stuck a finger hard up her vagina and she came in a series of
convulsions.
As she recovered, I laid her back on the naugahyde cushions and rubbed her big
belly. I felt the smoothness of the skin stretched taut by the swelling life
inside her. Then I ran my hand down the slope of her lower belly to her smooth
cuntlips.
"Open your cunt for your Master, Diana."
She obediently reached down and pulled the lips apart, spreading her legs as
wide as the narrow seat would allow. I looked at the gaping hole for a few
minutes, just enjoying the sight, then inserted my tongue and tasted her warm
moistness. My tongue burrowed deep into her fuckhole, then swept upward over
her clit. She mewled her pleasure as I attacked her clit again and again,
until finally I drew back.
"What do you want me to do, Diana?"
"Whatever you want to do, Master."
"Do you want me to fuck you, Diana? Do you want to be fucked hard?
"Yes, Master, please fuck me hard."
Her pregnancy was not so far advanced as to preclude missionary position, so I
decided to start there. I got on top of her and said, "You may put my cock in
your cunt, Diana."
"Thank you, Master," she said as she did so.
As soon as my cock was placed in her fuckhole I rammed it forward as hard as
I could. She was thoroughly lubricated, but still the sudden, rough entrance
was a shock and she gasped with as much pain as pleasure. My next strokes
were just as hard, but she was ready for them, and pulled back her legs to
give me more room to pound her cunt.
I rammed her as hard as I could for as long as I could, and she howled with
lust, begging to be used by her master. I slammed into her harder and harder,
finally filling her with my sperm
As I got off her, stepping away from the narrow seat, she fell to her knees to
clean my cock with her mouth. "Thank you, Master," she said when she was
finished, hugging my waist. Then she looked up at me, with a sad expression.
"I wish I was a virgin for you, Master," she said sadly, "but all I have is my
ass." She turned around and got on all fours. "Will you take it?" she asked
reaching behind to open the cheeks.
It was such a nice gift from a loving slave that I could hardly turn it down,
though I had thought I was finished with her (obviously Reward had done a
thorough job of programming her). I stepped up behind her and slid my cock
between her ass cheeks, widened by pregnancy.
She grunted once with discomfort as I entered, then again on my first hard
stroke. After a few strokes she began to feel the pleasure and then began
thrusting back. I quickened the pace and reached under to squeeze her swollen
tits. "Take me, Master," she panted. "Fuck your slave hard."
I pushed into her harder and squeezed on her tits, then told her to take me
in her mouth. She quickly pulled her ass away from my cock and swung around
as quickly as her awkward body would allow. My cock had a few specks of
brown, but she didn't hesitate to swallow it. My first spurt went down her
throat, but then I pulled out and spurted twice on her face, with a few
dribbles on her tits and big belly.
"Good job, Diana," I said, as she smiled with pleasure, and returned my cock
to her mouth to clean it.
She dressed me, then walked me to the door, asking when I would return. I told
her I'd be back soon, then instructed Reward to return everything (especially
Diana) to normal as soon as I left.
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