Chapter 7
The Crown Jewel
Bennett had trouble sleeping that night. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he didn't have his face pressed into Kay's warm bust, as he had most nights in the last week or so. Rather than staying in her bed, or inviting the curvy milf over to his, Bennett had opted to let her and Melody enjoy one another for the night. He chose to stay at Alex's apartment. It wasn't that her bed wasn't comfy, nor that she didn't have nearly as many soft curves to press against. In fact, Bennett quite liked the way Alex's toned body felt against his as she rested so easily in his arms.While he felt a slight discomfort trying to sleep in a new place, Alex's apartment wasn't all that different from his. It was in a much nicer part of town, with nicer decor, but it was about the same size, if not smaller than his own. He'd, of course, expected her place to have weight sets and punching bags everywhere. Maybe a wrestling mat where a carpet would normally be. In reality, Alex decorated her home like any normal human being. Go figure. A litany of candles were scattered across every surface, each and every piece of wooden furniture properly dusted and polished. Her couch stretched across a wall and bent around the corner into a pleasant 'L' shape. She had a proper bed, rather than the pull-out couch that served as Bennett's. It wasn't massive, only a full size, but neither seemed to mind having to squeeze together under the soft covers.
Bennett stressed about his job. He really wasn't sure what to expect, nor what was expected of him when he went to work later that morning. Anne hadn't really told him anything other than the fact that he was now her assistant and to show up at ten. While he was happy to have a more lenient start time, the not knowing killed him. Would he be filing Anne's paperwork for her? Is he just her coffee bitch, or did she really need an assistant? What were his paychecks going to look like? He didn't have any answers to these questions, but he couldn't stop wondering, hoping they'd pop into his head. So he simply laid there, drifting in an out of sleep. Bennett's dreams consisted of him lying in bed, wondering those same things. Needless to say, he wasn't well rested when he finally sat up the next morning.
A warm beam of sunlight filtered through maroon curtains. It spilled across the bed, the right side of the blankets peeled away, Alex no longer lying there. Bennett stared at the empty place, his eyelids heavy, nose burning. He didn't remember falling asleep, but he clearly had. Sitting on the bedside table is a digital clock. The big red numbers read six forty-five, much earlier than Bennett ever wanted to wake up. But, as he felt Alex's soft lips press to his cheek, giving a gentle kiss, he didn't mind all that much. Bennett couldn't quite move yet, his body too exhausted to react to any commands his brain gave, so he just listened as Alex left the room and then the apartment.
Bennett went on, drifting in and out of unrestful sleep, watching the clock change only a few minutes at a time. With a hearty yawn, he finally decides to rise, sitting up. His head spins for a moment, dizzy as he plants a hand on the still warm bed where Alex lay less than an hour ago. Bennett doesn't feel that great, but he never really does in the mornings. Especially not so early. He, of course, wasn't sure how long it'd take to drive to work from the nice part of town. Getting there from his apartment was already a task and he didn't want to see what traffic looked like in an area full of people who got paid enough to care about what they do.
He stumbled into Alex's bathroom, which was still humid from her own shower, and turned the water on. Bennett didn't have a change of clothes, but he hadn't worn his suit for very long yesterday. He'd taken it off right after getting to the gym and then again once he and Alex got back to her place. Really, it was probably just as clean as when he'd picked it up from the dry cleaners a few days ago.
Alex had a variety of soaps and shampoos in her shower. Most were nearly empty. It looked as if once one began to run out the kick-boxer simply bought a new scent and, in some cases, a new brand all together. But she didn't finish off the old bottle. It left the shower looking cluttered, but gave Bennett plenty of options. He lifted each bottle to his nose and smelled, trying to find one he didn't mind smelling like all day. He noted which body wash and shampoo Alex used, each one the most full options, as well as noticing the ones she had used the day they met. They were so drastically different. One was what can only be described as soap scented, while the other smelled strongly of coconut. He wasn't sure how she went through life switching soaps so often, especially in her line of work. Surely she'd want to find one that worked well and stick with it.
As Bennett pondered Alex's soap situation, he noticed something among the bottles. It stood slightly shorter than all of them, and not nearly as thick. The top was bulbous and the base large. It was made of a bright blue rubbery material. As Bennett reached out and picked it up, his brain finally registered what it was. Alex's dildo. It was a sizable one, definitely not beginner level, and had quite a bit of weight to it. You could probably hurt someone with this thing. There was a large suction cup attached to the bottom. Bennett took a look around the shower. He noticed a circle, which was slightly cleaner than the rest of the tiles, behind his thighs. That'd be around ass level for Alex.
Bennett pressed the suction cup against his thigh, letting the rubber dick hang beside his own. He took a large glob of the coconut scented soap in his hand and took hold of the base of his cock. The businessman gave a shiver, feeling the cold goo against him, he began stroking himself. This wasn't for pleasure, although it did feel quite nice, Bennett did this purely for scientific reasons and nothing else. He simply wanted to see how he stacked up to Alex's usual bed mate. He watched himself growing, throbbing to life beside it. Reaching the same length, and then some. He was happy to see he was in fact larger than it, and quite a bit thicker as well.
Bennett hopped out of the shower for a moment. He grabbed his phone and snapped a picture, sending it to Alex before setting her friend back among the soap bottles. Bennett stepped back under the water, letting it wash over him. It felt nice to just take a shower. He'd missed his yesterday, as well as the day before that. Of course, he'd gotten a chance to clean off at the gym with Alex, but that was different. He wasn't focused on how nice the water felt spraying against him. The way the bubbles spread over his body. The way his mind seemed to clear as his worries and troubles were washed away, even if only for a moment.
Bennett stepped out feeling refreshed. Not quite as refreshed as Melval had made him feel the other night, but refreshed all the same. His sore muscles relaxed, the throbbing ache slowly returning to them. But, as the minor pain came back to life, Bennett felt himself almost enjoying it. The feeling of having worked out the day before, a job well done. He reached out and wiped fog from the mirror. He stared at himself for a moment. Despite his terrible night of sleep, he didn't look as exhausted as he usually did in the mornings. He lacked the dark rings around his eyes and his skin had more color to it.
With another yawn, still not fully awake, Bennett checks his phone. There's pair of messages from Alex. "I knew I should have hid that better..." she says. "I guess I need a bigger one for when you're busy. That one's just not big enough anymore." Bennett smiles at the thought and, just before he closes the messages, a third one comes through. It's a picture that takes far too long to load. Bennett sighs, watching the swirl spin and spin, cursing his phone carrier. Then it blinks in.
Alex is standing in the women's locker room at Pickett's Royale, a room he was embarrassingly familiar with. She stands with her tank top pulled up, chest exposed. Her snug shorts are pulled down around her knees, giving a nice little peek at her pink slit, partially hidden between powerful thighs. Alex holds up two fingers, a casual look on her face. Her left eye is squeezed shut, tongue sticking teasingly passed her lips. Her open eye stares at her phone, making sure the picture is good enough to send to her Harem King.
Bennett inhales deeply, feeling an ache growing in his groin as he looks at the picture. He reaches down and gives himself a squeeze, trying to quell any urges to relieve himself. He really should be getting to work... but it wasn't fair that he only sent a picture to Alex. After all, there were three lovely women in his harem. His heart fluttered as he couldn't stop himself from executing on this dumb idea. Bennett stroked himself to full length, taking a picture for Kay and another for Melody before sending them out. Once the swelling went down, he got dressed and headed off to work, not knowing what Anne might have in store for him.
Bennett remembered the hot chocolate this time. Of course, he hadn't actually been told he needed to pick it up yesterday, but he made sure to bring one today! All eyes were trained on Bennett as he came into the office. No one seemed to know why he got promoted, nor what his new job was either. Nobody other than Anne, of course. With a quiet knock at her door, he pushed it open just enough to slip in and closed it behind him.
Anne sat behind her large desk, phone pressed to her ear. She motioned for Bennett to lock the door behind him. The businessman does as commanded and walks silently to her desk. He sets the cup down and gets ready to take a seat across from her when Anne grabs his wrist. She holds onto it, making sure he doesn't run off as she finishes her phone call. Bennett's heart races as he feels his boss' warm hand around his arm. Despite her slender arms, she has quite a powerful grip and he wasn't all too sure he'd be able to pull away from her if he wanted to.
Anne gives a friendly goodbye and lays her phone down on the desk. With that she releases Bennett's arm, tuning her chair towards him. Anne leans back, bouncing the large office chair gently, tapping her index finger on the arm rest. Her dark blue eyes ran over him for a moment, not bothering to hide the fact she was clearly ogling him. Bennett, of course, didn't have much to look at as far as his body went. That didn't stop Anne though. She returned her gaze to his once more, seemingly satisfied with what she saw.
"You've been fired Bennett," She finally breaks the silence. "You were yesterday morning, when you didn't show up on time. You know how the system works," she sighs, waving her hand dismissively through the air. "So you'll be working for me now. Any complaints?" Bennett couldn't seem to find words. He really didn't know how to react to what she'd just said. Of course he'd been fired, he figured as much, but why would Anne go to the trouble of hiring him privately. "Good. From now on, everyday, you'll come in around this time, earlier if you can manage it, and bring me my hot chocolate and breakfast. Just as you've done today." Bennett frowns and looks at the desk. He hadn't brought Anne breakfast today, but, before he can point that out, he feels her hand.
A warm, slender hand presses to his crotch. Anne runs her hand around his bulge, figuring out exactly how his cock hangs in his pants. She raises an eyebrow, slightly impressed, as she manages to find the length, letting her fingers trail up and down it through his wrinkled slacks. "Every morning," She quietly repeats, giving him a loving squeeze. "Any complaints?" Of course Bennett didn't have any complaints. He had a few questions, of course. Like, did she want him to bring actual food along as well? Did she want the same exact drink ever morning? Wouldn't she get tired of drinking it once it warmed up outside? How much would he be getting paid to be her personal prostitute? Though he didn't ask any of those questions. Instead he simply shook his head, confirming that no, there were no complaints.
"Good. Take it out." Anne sat back once more, digging a small tube from her purse. She uncaps it, revealing her particularly dark shade of red lipstick, and applies a fresh layer to her lips. Once satisfied with that, she takes a long drink of her hot chocolate. Meanwhile, Bennett unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Anne reached out and pushed his pants down, letting the drop to the ground, around his ankles. His fat cock hung in front of her, swinging slightly, still slightly engorged from the teasing he'd given it in the shower. "Open the shirt," Anne commands. Bennett nods and quickly begins unbuttoning his shirt, starting from the top and moving down as fast as he can.
Anne simply watches. She doesn't pay any mind to his chest as it slowly reveals itself, sapphire eyes trained on that absolute monster of a cock. Bennett finishes, letting his dress shirt hang open. "Put your hands behind your back." She says, sitting up in her chair. Anne moves to the edge of it, getting as close as possible as Bennett does as he's told. Her hands move up his legs, each one wrapping around his fat dick and Anne does need both to lift that heavy slab of meat. She hefts it up, inhaling deeply. Her hands move slowly, stroking up and down, pumping his shaft.
She watches the fat head, feeling it throbbing to life, growing bigger and heavier in her hands. Her eyes moving down to his heavy hanging balls as they swing gently with her strokes. Anne leans in, letting that massive thing lay across her face. She runs her hands along the top of it, pressing her soft lips to Bennett's nuts. She moans, laying a soft kiss on them, pressing firmly into them as she feels his heat spilling across her face. She pulls back. A nice thick print of her lips remains across them in that deep red tone slathered upon them. As she pulls back, she lets her tongue hang out.
Anne's tongue, still hot from her drink, drags along the underside of Bennett's cock. She moans quietly as she tastes it. A slab of juicy, salty, slightly coco-nutty meat and there's nothing the depraved office Queen wants more than to spend her morning tasting just that. One hand moves down to his heavy balls, squeezing and massaging them, making sure not to smear the lipstick placed upon them. She lets that fat head push passed her lips, keeping them pressed firmly all around it. Her long tongue swirls around, making Bennett inhale sharply, shivers running down his spine. He grips his hand firmly around his opposite wrist, resisting the urge to take them from behind his back.
It's absolute torture, watching what Anne is doing to him and not being able to return anything. He wanted to feel her breasts, just as she fondled his heavy balls. Run his fingers through her hair and feed her his cock. But he simply stood still, letting Anne do whatever she wished to him.
Her hand pumped up and down the base of his cock, stroking the first few inches as she slurped lewdly on the head. She smiled as she tasted his hot pre-cum drooling onto her tongue. Anne rolled it around in her mouth, mixing it with her spit and using it as lube. Her lips dragged down his thick shaft, stretched to their absolute limit as Bennett fit perfectly in her mouth. It felt as if his cock had grown to this size, just so Anne could enjoy the way it felt filling her mouth and sliding down her throat.
Anne pulled back slowly, her lips dragging along his shaft, not wanting to let go. Her lipstick smeared against his shaft, leaving a long streak from the base all the way to the head. But Anne didn't let him out of her mouth, pushing it back in, deeper this time. She moaned, slurping as she pulled back. Bennett felt her hot drool running down his shaft, only to get spread all over his nuts as she kept groping and rubbing them. Feeling them slowly fill with a thick load of hot seed. Anne pushed forward, letting it slide down her greedy throat. He neck bulged lewdly as she kept sliding it down.
Her lips wrapped around the base, hand planted on his stomach. Anne let out a long moan, her throat vibrating around him. Bennett inhaled deeply, the muscles in his sore legs tensing. She slurped and sucked on him, teasing him with her throat. Making sure to leave a dark ring of lipstick around the base of his meaty dick, Anne pulls back slowly, letting him come free of her lips with a lewd 'pop'. Her hand wraps around him, stroking and pumping him, fast. Sloppy stroking sounds filled the large office, her hand lubed by spit and pre-cum.
Anne grabbed her hot chocolate and pointed the fat head into the cup. Bennett tensed up, inhaling sharply as he came. His fat cock jerked in Anne's hand, a hot jet of cum shooting out and splattering into her drink. The white hot chocolate filled to the brim, but Bennett wasn't done. He fired another jet, thick as it hit the hot beverage. Then another. The drink spilled over the edges, splattering onto the nice rug at Anne's feet, but she didn't seem to care. She gave his softening cock a few pumps, making sure to milk ever little drop from him before releasing him. She leans forward, wiping her now thoroughly smeared lipstick off onto the inside of his shirt. Right at the bottom, where it wouldn't be seen by anyone.
Satisfied, Anne turns back to her desk, setting the cup down. She produces a spoon from one of the many drawers, mixing her drink. The white liquid sloshes around as she stirs it, spilling out onto the well polished desk top. "Good job today, Bennett," She says, pressing her tube of lipstick to her lips once more. She looks up at him as she reapplies it. "I won't actually need you here tomorrow morning, it's my day off. Come to my house instead." With that, she shoos him. Bennett quickly gets dressed and leaves Anne's office. He heads right for the elevator and to his car, not stopping to speak with or even look at anyone. He didn't want to answer any questions right now.
Bennett sat in his cold car for a moment, catching his breath. So it seemed his Harem King powers had worked on Anne after all. Albeit, it took quite a while for them to kick in, but if her taking him down her throat wasn't enough proof... Bennett was taken from his thoughts from a quiet ding. His phone was going off. Frowning, he pulled it from his pocket and took a look. He had three messages. Two from Melody and one from Kay. He opened Melody's first.
As the messages opened he was greeted by a picture of his cock he had since forgotten taking. Bennett nearly jumps out of his skin, fumbling his phone in surprise. With a quick look around, making sure no one was watching him, he checked the messages again. "Do you know what ahegao is?" read Melody's first message. The second one was a picture. The mousy librarian sat on the floor of the library. Her back was pressed against a familiar shelf and her head was tilted back. She let her tongue hang lewdly from her open mouth, eyes crossed and rolled back. Drool hung from the end of her tongue and her cute pale face was bright red with blush. Bennett smiled, admiring the picture of the cute, innocent looking girl.
He opened Kay's message. she didn't bother sending any text, opting to simply send a picture. She was stood in the grocery store, a snug tank top barely keeping her heavy breasts in. She wore a gray hoodie, which hung unzipped, and a pair of light blue yoga pants that struggled to handle her curves. Her nipples were clearly hard, pressing against the soft material of her top. Kay held a large cucumber up, against her cheek, lips puckered slightly as she kisses the air in front of the camera. Bennett stared at it for some time, feeling a stirring inside of him. Despite the extensive blowjob Anne had treated him to, he found himself unsatisfied with the ending. He wanted to cum down her throat, not get jerked off. So, pocketing his phone, Bennett put his car in drive and headed towards the local grocery store.
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