I decided that adding Michelle's company to mines would somehow stabilize income of mine company. To do that I have to get to owner and chief-editor, Kylee Everetts.
According to Michelle she was 56 old widow. She had two daughters, one – 37 years old Amya, doctor and director of small clinic – divorced and with 19 years old daughter Caroline. Second 35 years old Sharon, a retired veteran soldier. Despite that Kylee was still looking attractive, as woman in her forties. She was curvy Brunette with large DD-cupped bust. She practiced yoga which helped her to stay fit.
According to Michele, after death of her husband 5 years earlier Kylee slept practically with every member of her stuff. Simply saying Kylee was a sex-carving nymphomaniac slut.
I smiled, breaking her into submission shouldn't be hard.
I had Michelle to set a meeting in her home with her. Michelle made it look like she would come with a friend for weekend sex. Only Michelle warned Kylee that her friend dominating personality and she excepted a 'sub'. Kylee didn't had any problems with that, she seemed to have experience in area. I believe that old sow is just happy that there is someone out there that would want to fuck her, that she doesn't care how rough will be. According to Michelle her dates usually turn her down after hearing her age, which I find strange considering how attractive she is despite her age. Michelle gave her a list of things to prepare. With that the meeting was set.
The best thing is Michelle wasn't lying. That gave me a laugh.
On Friday evening Michelle and I stopped before Everetts single-family detached home.
Kylee opened door dressed in bathrobe, under it she wore tight-high boots. She really looked 10 years younger then she had. She greeted us. According to her for entire weekend no-one of her family would interrupt us which suited me perfectly.
When she closed door behind us and turned to us I grabbed her hair and deep-kissed her. She resisted a little at beginning but later submitted to feeling and moaned. When I finished I backed little not breaking eye contact. She looked little dreamy after kiss. I took collar of her robe and tucked her robe down, to rope around her waist. She yelped at my aggressiveness. I smiled at that, this was just beginning.
I checked cow's tits, they were round and firm, only little sagging. She really took good care of herself. I started massaging her breasts, making her moan. I nodded to Michelle, she walked behind Kylee and with free ends of bathrobe she bounded Kylee's hands. She didn't even noticed it. I put my fingers under her robe, on her crotch. Her panties were damp with her juices. I started furiously massaging her. She came momentarily, soaking her panties. Yup, she is a slut.
“Will you become my sex-slave” I asked her, while she was still half-conscious after her climax. I continued to massage her.
“...yes” she moaned.
“Yes, what?” I squeezed her nipple, but not to roughly.
She moaned.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good slave. What is yours banking account and password.”
“...What?” That brought her back to her senses. It wasn't a surprise, actually I would be disappointed if she relented so fast. I grabbed her clitoris, forcing her to moan.
“I asked whether you would become my slave and you agreed, thus everything that you poses became mine.” I smiled “But I guess I need to train you properly, so you follow orders without questions.”
I removed her panties and gave them to Michelle gave me nipple clamps joined with chain. Kylee started looking scared... and for a good reason! I fastened clamps on her nipples. As she screamed Michelle put Kylee's juices damp panties in her mouth. There were tears in her eyes. Achh, the sight of woman's tears. That's why I love my job, it turned me on so much.
I smiled at her, and drew her to salon. Michelle covered windows. We lay her on table and strapped her legs to table-legs. We started massaging her until she climaxed again. We continued doing so for next hour, forcing many climaxes from her. At some point Kylee started chewing her panties, drinking her juices from them.
I grabbed her hair.
“Are you ready to talk?”
I could see defiance in her eyes. Good. I liked the challenge. We started pleasuring her again but this time we stopped right before she could climax. She looked frustrated. I bitten her ear gently and whispered into her ear.
“That technique is called 'orgasm denial', I'm quite proficient in it. We will continuously pleasure you and keep you constantly horny, but deny you your orgasm.” I smiled evilly. “That's what we will be doing for next 3 days, uninterrupted.”
She looked terrified. For a slut like her it was more a torture then to a normal woman. I grinned and continued with my job. For prosperity of company.
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