I'm the CEO Now

It's been a while since I've written something. This story indulges a male-dominant fantasy and strays towards non-consensual. I hope you enjoy it.

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CEO of a women's fashion magazine wasn't a job that I thought I would have until the idea occurred to me a few months ago. After some research, I had found Top Style magazine or TS as everyone referred to it. The current boss was a young woman named Sarah Simons who had made a name for herself in the fashion industry very quickly.

At this stage you would be right to wonder how I, a 29 year old with exactly zero experience in media, would be able to take the top job on the monthly publication. Let me explain a few things about myself: I'm Ben Brookes and, as far as I can tell, I'm the most remarkable person in the world. For as long as I can remember, I can make anyone think, feel, or do anything I want. It took a few years in my childhood to realise that not everyone can just tell their parents and those around them any whim and have it fulfilled. At eleven, I told a banker that I wanted a million pounds and I don't even know how it came to be but the request was quickly accommodated.

By the time I went through puberty I was already living a life of luxury. When interest in girls entered the picture, I continued to get whatever I wanted. I remember in my final year of school, having my English teacher, a hot brunette who must have been ten years older than me, naked, bent over, taking a pounding from behind while giving me 100% on an entirely blank exam. I'd had orgies with every hot girl in my year. My friend's mum had sucked me off while his sister licked my balls.

I spent three years going through uni. I certainly didn't put too much effort into learning anything but came out with an arts degree. I spent a few years travelling and making memories: ten naked flawless Japanese maids servicing me for weeks on end, Swedish stunners begging me to cum all over their faces. On one occasion, I heard a pop song by some hot new singer, flew to America that same day and had fucked her ass within 24 hours of hearing the song.

As I'd gotten older, the fantasies got more involved. I ran a porn studio for a while. There's probably not many porn stars you could name that I haven't had the opportunity to fuck. For one season, I was the Chelsea women's football team coach. Probably the only team that used team spankings as a way to discipline underperforming players. If you're interested, the leadership worked. I took the team to top of the table with a run of ten wins to finish the season.

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I felt like I was ready for my latest escapade: TS magazine. They had an office in the city. It seemed like there were around 20-30 permanent staff in various roles. I had a meeting with Ms Simons, the current CEO this Thursday. I knew she'd be giving me her job and I planned to have the board or whoever needs to make it official on Friday and then start my reign on Monday.

Our meeting was at Feast, a michelin-starred restaurant. I was already sitting with a beer as Sarah arrived. She was dressed in a very professional red skirt suit, tailored perfectly with a crisp white top underneath. I knew what she looked like, but seeing her in person made me realise how attractive she was. Her skin seemed to glow and her hair, eyes, lips, teeth all had the perfection of the obscenely rich.

"Good afternoon, Ms Simons" I greeted her and gestured to her to sit down.

"Hello Mr Brookes. Nice to meet you," she smiled and took the seat opposite me. "I must confess I don't have too many details about this meeting. What is your connection to TS?"

"Right, straight to business," I laughed. "Here's what is happening: you'll be giving me your job as CEO. You'll stay around, I'm not sure what role I'll have you doing just yet but we will find something for you."

"I understand," Sarah said. "I'll get my resignation and recommendation of you as a replacement to the directors as soon as we're done here."

"Thank you very much."

And just like that it was done.

I continued, "let's talk about some practicalities. I'll start on Monday. We'll call an all-hands meeting to explain to the whole organisation what is happening."

"Yes, we can do that."

"What is your salary?"

"I'm currently on £500,000 a year with a stock bonus each financial year."

The money really meant nothing to me. But I always enjoyed playing with my toys.

"Tell the directors I'll be on £700,000"

"Yes, sir."

"What can you tell me about the staff?"

"We've got seven full time writers, a team of stylists, dressers and photographers for shoots, a team of five editors and graphic and layout designers. And finally operations is a mix of HR, IT, receptionists and assistants."

"Who is your PA?"

"Amy Nguyen. She's been with me for the last two years. Excellent at her job."

"Show me a picture of her."

Sarah pulled out her phone and tapped away and quickly showed me a professional headshot of a beautiful asian girl.

"I'll definitely take her," I said, forming a mental image of the young woman riding me.

"And big picture: how does the company work?"

Sarah quickly launched into an answer she had clearly given some form of a number of times before. "Two weeks before publication, final drafts of all articles, fashion show reports, and photoshoots are submitted. We spend one week editing and laying out and making any final changes. It goes to print, and five days later it's on sale and up online. And we do it all again the following month.

"Great. I have some ideas for the direction of the magazine. But we can discuss that next week."

I felt like I'd gotten everything I needed to know. My attention switched back to Sarah's physicality. It was clear she had a great set of tits from her outfit. I knew I'd be fucking her at some point. I made the decision that I would wait and our first time could be ceremonially in the office of the CEO.

"Thank you, Sarah. I will let you go and get on with setting me up at TS." I rose from the table to say goodbye. "Before you go, come over here, passionately kiss me goodbye, and let me have a squeeze of those fat tits of yours."

"Of course. Thank you, Mr Brookes."

Sarah stepped close into me and leaned up. I reached out and grasped her tit firmly through her shirt and we shared a deep french kiss. I broke the kiss after a while. With my left hand still groping her tit, I took the other boob in my right hand and gave it a firm squeeze and knead as well.

"Perfect. I will see you on Monday to meet everyone."

"Okay, sir."

As she turned to leave, I couldn't resist spanking her ass to give her a move on.

Once Sarah had gone, I was buzzing with excitement at this new adventure. And I was more than a little turned on from having an incredibly powerful woman submit to me so quickly and completely. I couldn't wait to have the former boss on her knees, sucking me off, in her own office like an obedient little sex slave. I was definitely going to need some release before Monday.

It was a situation I had been in plenty of times before. I had a mobile phone with hundreds of eleven-out-of-ten women that I could have in an instant. What I'd found is it was often easier and more satisfying to make do with what is at hand. I scanned around at the other patrons of the restaurant. I found the perfect candidate: at a table of four, two couples, there was a stunning blonde. Her hair was bright and smooth down to her mid back. She was tall and lithe. Even seated, I could tell she had slender limbs and a taut body. She was wearing a skintight colourful dress which kept her shoulders, chest, arms, half her thigh and calves on display.

I strode up and one of the men at the table was in the middle of some anecdote and the rest of the table was laughing along.

"Excuse me," I interrupted, "I'm going to have to steal..." I paused for the blonde to insert her name.

"Anna," she offered.

"I'm going to have to steal Anna away for a little bit," I told the table. "Come with me." I directed at Anna.

I led her to the gents toilets and then led her inside.

The toilets here were immaculately clean. There wasn't anyone inside so I held Anna's hand and pulled her over in front of the mirrors.

"You're my fuck toy." This was a technique I'd used plenty of times before. It quickly got a woman responsive and would let me have my way with her in any fashion I like without complaint.

"Mmm okay," was Anna's reply.

I faced her toward the mirrors and stood behind her looking over her at our reflection. I pulled the straps and then her dress down over her torso and it bunch up at her waist. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits were barely more than small bumps on her chest with small, dark, pink nipples standing out.

I ran a hand up her back, up the back of her neck and then snaked my fingers into her hair on the back of her head and grabbed a handful. That let me push her down and bend her over the sinks. I held her face against the mirror. I knew this wasn't going to be a slow or sensuous experience. I was going to use this woman as my personal whore for however long I needed to cum. With my free hand, I pulled the skirt of her dress up and so all of the material was gathered around her waist. She had black frilly panties on. I wasn't wasting any time getting to her pussy so I grabbed a handful of the panty fabric and pulled. It quickly tore and pulled away from her body and I was soon able to have her completely naked from the waist down.

I essentially had her pinned with my hand holding her down and her torso across the vanity. I took the ruined panties and leaned over her and pushed them into her mouth.

"I'm going to be fucking you hard. So scream into those if you need to."

Anna gave a muffled, "yes, sir."

I liked the 'sir'. I could tell she'd be my submissive little slut for as long as I needed.

Once my hand was free, I quickly unbuckled my belt and the button on the front of my trousers. That let me pull the front down and apart enough to free my cock.

"Ready for this fucking dick?"

"Yeah."

I leant forward with my legs which angled my cock to push against Anna's pussy. With a small shove, the head of my cock pushed inside her. She was tight and smooth.

"Mmmm," I groaned. I'd chosen well for my entertainment.

I was still holding her face against the mirror. I rocked my hips to start to build up some momentum.

After a few strokes in and out, I was getting to the point where I was getting all 8 inches of my cock inside my blonde plaything. It was incredible. I needed some leverage so I folded her arms behind her back and I found I could hold both her wrists with one of my hands so I was soon pulling her whole body back into me as I thrust harder and harder into her.

The relentless pounding continued harder and faster. I could tell Anna was getting into it more and more as well. Her body was going limp at times as everything happening overcame her.

I reached forward and grabbed her under her chin to point her face towards the mirror that was just a few inches away.

"Look at yourself while I fuck you. You're my little whore, aren't you?"

"Ye-e-es," she moaned out through her panties in three syllables in time with the fucking she was taking. "I'm. your. whore."

A few more minutes of vigorous fucking and I was feeling myself edge closer to cumming. I've always found something very satisfying about using someone you've just met as little more than sex toy.

Suddenly, the door to the bathroom swung open and a man in a suit walked in, took a beat to process what he was seeing and moved to back out.

"Come on in," I told him and he complied.

I caught my breath a little but continued pounding away at Anna's pussy.

"This little slut is my treat - I've just gotten a new job. Come over here and watch me blow a load all over her."

The man did as instructed. I have no problem with an audience or even extra participants. At this point, I've kind of seen and done it all. Sometimes I like the humiliation of really debasing someone in front of a stranger or two.

I stopped thrusting away and pulled out of Anna. I stepped back just enough to make room so I could pull her back, spin her and push her down onto her knees. I pulled the panties from her mouth and dropped them in the sink. Once she was on her knees, I stepped forward so her head was essentially wedged between the bench behind her and my crotch in front of her.

I put a hand on the top of her head. "Don't move."

I grabbed the base of my cock which was rock hard and slick with our combined juices. I jerked a few times and checked if our bystander was watching. He was.

It did not take long at all before cum started erupting out of me. I've always produced substantial loads and this was no exception. Two massive ropes fell across her face. The next few squirts I sent directly at her lips and she instinctively licked it as they landed. The next pooled in her right eye. I was still cumming. A few more splatters hit her chin and chest. She looked like a fucking mess. Her perfectly combed blonde hair had now been tussled all over the place and was sticking across her face. Her cheeks were flushed pink.

I rubbed my cock, still semi-hard, around her face both to wipe off any cum from the tip of my dick and also just to smear my cum all over her face. I like my whores to look the part when I'm done with them.

"Lick my cock clean, Anna." She responded instantly and stuck her tongue out and leaned forward to start licking at the tip of my dick. It was basically soft now but the image of a beautiful woman in complete subservience of a dick is one I will always be happy to see.

Once I was satisfied, I tucked myself away and buckled up and then just walked out leaving a naked woman kneeling on the floor covered in jizz and a complete stranger who'd just watched that all happen. I rarely even bother dealing with the aftermath of a tryst like this. I've left many girls naked in bathrooms or hotel rooms or wherever I decide. One time I had twin sisters blow me in an elevator and I had them rip their own clothes off. Later that day, I saw pictures of them running through a building naked and embarrassed online. I had more important things to think about. Starting Monday, I would be running a media company.

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Monday morning came around quickly. I was genuinely excited to be starting the new job. I had arranged to be there at 9 to meet with Sarah before a meeting with the entire staff at 10 to announce my arrival.

The TS offices were on floor 21 of one of the bigger skyscrapers in the city. I arrived right on time and was soon shown into Sarah's office by her assistant, Amy, who I had asked about at our initial meeting.

Sarah's office was huge. Sarah sat behind a sleek black desk with just a laptop on it and two chairs opposite. One corner of the office had three low, comfortable arm chairs around a coffee table. Yet another section had two couches. I was very impressed.

"Good morning, Mr Brookes," Sarah said with a smile, "Everything is ready for you to take over as CEO."

"Fantastic," I said.

"I've got one question: what will be my role once you take over?"

"We will have to see what you're suited to. Maybe I'll try you out in a few different positions and see what works." I smirked at my own innuendo. I would definitely be having her in a number of positions.

"Okay."

Sarah showed me a few things. I'd been set up on the IT system and had the CEO email address and access to all files, accounts, contacts for the entire company. I took a quick look at the budgets and balance sheets. It was in the several millions of pounds turnover for each edition of the magazine.

The all hands meeting

It was time. Sarah led me into a conference room. It was immediately apparent this latest escapade was a good idea. Of the 30ish people assembled, only 5 or 6 were men and the vast majority were young, attractive women.

All eyes turned to Sarah and me. There was a definite feeling of apprehension in the air. I'd gotten to the point of never feeling uncomfortable but I did want to quickly establish the new order.

"Sit down, Sarah." Sarah quickly took a seat. The tension in the room ramped up as a complete stranger gave an order to the former boss of the entire company.

"Hi Everyone," I announced to the room, "I'm Ben Barnes, and I'm running TS magazine now."

I did a quick round of introductions to get some names and figure out what jobs people did.

Once we'd gone around the room, I again addressed the room.

"The next issue is in two weeks, you all know what you're doing so I won't be asking you to make any changes. I'll be getting to know you all and seeing what works well. Sarah isn't going anywhere. I'll be consulting with her regularly. But, let me be clear to you all: I'm in charge. Anything you'd go to Sarah for, you will go to me. If you have any questions or doubts, please come and see me."

"I'll be meeting with the different departments over the next few days. That will be all for now. You can get back to work. I'll ask the writers to stay behind - we are going to go over a few things."

Everyone slowly filed out. I made a note of some of the more attractive employees. There was Carla Caretti, a very young looking brunette who did hair and some makeup for photoshoots that the magazine did and Juliet Johannsen, an editor, a blonde stunner wearing skin tight activewear that revealed an incredibly fit figure.

Once everyone had left, I took a few moments to survey the seven writers that remained seated around the conference room table: one man, Max, dressed incredibly stylishly and six women. The others were: Mel and Maddy who were the newest to the company having just spent six months interning, Aditi, an attractive woman with Indian heritage, Erin, Claire, who was the oldest of the writers and I would've guessed in her late 40s or early 50s, and Bri.

I made sure I had the full attention of all of the writers.

"After this issue, TS will be heading in a new direction under my leadership," I explained, "and that is going to start with you. The magazine, as it is now, has almost no male readers. That's going to change. What sells to men is 'sex' so we're going to be sexing up the magazine."

"Here's an example: Mel and Maddy: you are both now horny little sex kittens."

I addressed the whole room, "no one here has any problem with it."

"Stand up here next to me, guys."

As they got up from the table, I got a good look at them. Mel had perfect chocolate skin and was wearing a tight black t-shirt and black pants. She had a tiny waist and was a full head shorter than me. Maddy was the same height, but a bit curvier. She was wearing a sparkling red halter top and skirt. She looked like she belonged in the club more than the workplace. She had a full face of makeup on as well but what caught me most was her bright blue eyes.

Mel joined me on my left and Maddy on my right. The command to get them horny had clearly had an effect because they were even moving more sensuously. All eyes were on the three of us.

"You two are going to write something together. An article about sleeping with your boss: maybe it's for a raise, or just for the fun of it. You'll both be obsessed with getting some first hand experience." I reached out with both hands and grabbed a handful of young ass on both the women. It felt great groping their pert butts.

I gave a firm squeeze of the two rumps. "Understand the assignment?"

"Yes, sir" came the reply from both of them.

"Good," I directed my attention to the writer's still sitting down. "Aditi, Bri, Erin: Do any of you have a boyfriend?" I said as I sent the two youngest back to their seats.

"I do," came the reply from Erin.

"Right. You're going to be his sex slave, submitting to whatever he wants. Your next article is going to be about that. Come here."

Erin rose from her seat. She was wearing tight denim jeans and a white blouse. She had a cute face. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a functional ponytail. She stepped up to me and I closed the gap with a step forward so there was just a few inches between us.

I whispered to her so no one else could hear, "You will find out his darkest fantasies and fulfil them. If he wants to tie you up and spank you, you'll thank him and count every one. If he wants you waking him up with a blowjob, you'll be the best cocksucking alarm clock you can be. Got it?"

"I will do my best," Erin said with some apprehension.

"You certainly will. Your job depends on it."

I could feel the eyes of the whole writing staff on us; all of them trying to work out exactly what the exchange was about. I decided to finish the instructions to Erin more publicly for everyone's benefit.

As I had done with Mel and Maddy, I took the opportunity to let my hands roam across the body of my new employee. I ended up with one hand squeezing her ass and another squeezing her cheeks. I wanted her to know that I was in charge and she was about to become a mere plaything for her boyfriend. "This cute little body of yours is going to be used for your man's pleasure. You're not going to say 'no' to any request. Mouth, tits, pussy, ass, whatever he says goes."

Erin looked at me, still with worry in her eyes and gave a small nod as well as she could given the way I was holding her.

"Fantastic!" I said as I let her go, and she went back to her seat.

I addressed the table, "Aditi, Bri, Claire, Max: we will find some angle for you to write about over the next few days. Claire, maybe a piece about you going out and picking up young guys. It could be hot having a photo essay of a series of young studs having a go at your MILF body. For now, back to work. I expect 100% effort from all of you. Let's get this next issue out and then we'll really begin on making Top Style reach its maximum potential. Have a great day everybody."

I was happy with the few things I'd put in place at this early stage. I could sense this adventure unfolding over the next few weeks for however long this little diversion would keep me entertained.

I spent the afternoon of the first day familiarising myself with the magazine and its history. It made half of its money from advertisers that were mainly clothes and makeup brands. The other half of the revenue came from subscriptions and retail sales. There were a few high level advertisers that TS maintained a big mutual relationship with. I knew I could expand that revenue stream.

The circulation numbers were the next thing I looked at. There were various strategies used over the past few years to get as many copies bought as possible. Some of it was quite tedious spreadsheets of numbers. To get me through that, I had my Asian PA, Amy, come into the office, strip naked, and finger herself on my desk. Every time she was close to cumming, I'd give her a command to stop but stay as horny as possible. I'd then continue to pore over the numbers and have her continue. It was clearly driving her wild, she'd rub her clit up to a frantic pace and let out all sorts of moans, squeaks and groans. Once I was finally happy that I had an understanding of how the magazine was distributed and sold around the country and around the world, I finally let Amy have her orgasm. She basically lost control. She fingerfucked herself and squirted as she came.

Once she finally finished her extended orgasm, she collapsed on her back on my desk. No care for dignity, her legs were askew with her pussy on display and lying in a puddle of her own juices. It was quite the sight.

"Hey," I said to get her attention from her daze. "You've made a mess, you dirty little slut. Get up and clean it up." She slid off the desk and looked around.

"Pick up your panties and wipe down my desk with them. You're going to have to wear the mess you made for the rest of the day." Amy quickly scrambled to grab her clothes and begin to mop up her juices from my desk. I enjoyed the sight of her naked form moving and jiggling around as she cleaned up. Once she had taken care of everything, I had her get dressed, including her panties that were now damp, and leave the office.

When I was left alone, my thoughts turned back to the plan for the magazine. I knew I could do whatever I wanted: I could bankrupt it within a few months and just walk away with a few good stories. I didn't want that though. I did want to make it even more of a success. In a world where print media was struggling, I wanted TS to flourish and grow. I wanted each issue under my reign to be bigger and better and it to be a real event when each new issue came out and have people talking about it. I was confident that breaking into the men's market would be the way. If I had celebrities, supermodels, sports stars stripping down in the centrefolds, it would definitely attract the attention of a new market. The sex articles I'd already planned would tie into the strategy well. All-in-all it was a very productive day and I was looking forward to the next day continuing to bring the vision to the magazine.

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The doubter

The next day, I arrived at the office. I had a vague plan to meet with the chief editor to check on the next issue and plan the structure for the first issue of TS 2.0 which would be the first issue under my influence. I was already feeling comfortable in the position. I greeted Amy with a smile remembering back to her masturbation session the previous day.

I settled in and looked through the email. There were a few messages from concerned parties wondering about the takeover. I began the task of prioritising them and planning which would need me to address the concerns personally.

Before I got too far into real work, the phone rang. I saw that it was Amy and picked it up

"Mr Brookes," Amy announced, "Aditi is here requesting a meeting with you. What would you like?"

"I'm free now. Send her in."

"Yes, sir." Amy disconnected the call and immediately Aditi strode into the office.

"What can I do for you?" I asked earnestly.

She had a serious look on her face. I took in her appearance more fully than I did yesterday. Her skin was light brown with a glow to it. She was wearing loose trousers and a vest top that left her arms completely bare and showed that she had decent sized tits. She had thick black hair in a long braid. She was undoubtedly attractive. I instinctively pictured her naked.

"I want to know what the hell you think you're doing with this takeover." Her voice was calm but impassioned. "No one has ever heard of you and you suddenly turn up and take over as the boss here. It doesn't make any sense. And the changes I've seen so far seem to be taking everything that made TS great and throwing all that away."

I didn't really know how to respond.

"Go on..." I eventually said.

"I think you're going to fuck this all up, and you're an asshole for doing it. Sarah is an incredible person and built this company." Some anger had started creeping into her speech.

I found it funny but tried not to let that show. I went for a shocked expression. In a way she was right, this whole thing was a game to me. But I wasn't going to let some little subordinate get away with talking to me like that.

An idea occurred to me.

"Aditi, stay there." I went over to the phone and picked up the handset. "Amy, get Sarah in here," I ordered down the line and hung it up. As I waited, I walked back towards Aditi.

Now that Aditi had started, I think it was harder for her to keep her emotions in check.

"Tell me more about what you think of me being here."

"I don't think you know anything about what TS is really about. People have worked hard for a long time and you seem to think you can just stroll in and take all that away. And you're a pervert. Some of the things you've said and done since being here are totally out of line. And I won't stand for it."

She was ready to continue, but was interrupted with the door opening and the former CEO entering. Sarah maintained her elegant style. Today, she was wearing a silky white dress with a blazer. As usual, not a hair out of place and makeup applied lightly but perfectly.

"Sarah, thanks. Come over here. Aditi here is expressing some concerns with my leadership."

"Oh, I'm sorry for that. I tried my best to make it clear that you were taking over."

"I know you did. We're going to make her understand in no uncertain terms what the situation is." I moved directly in front of Sarah and grabbed onto her blazer and quickly slid it off her shoulders and threw it across the room onto the ground. I then unceremoniously pulled the shoulder straps of her dress down her arms and pulled the whole top of her dress over her tits. Her bra was strapless and pretty functional.

"Take that off. Then down on your knees." The ex-boss quickly complied.

I re-engaged with Aditi who was standing there shocked at the quick progression of events.

"Come a bit closer here." She slowly did. "Sarah, get my cock out and jerk it til it's hard. Then you're going to blow me."

Before I knew it, my semi-hard cock was out and Sarah had wrapped her small hand around it and was beginning to work it. It did not take long for it to stiffen and be pointing aggressively into the face of the former CEO. She took the hint and tentatively put the tip into her mouth and began sucking. I put my hands on the top of her head in approval. Sarah responded by slowly starting to move back and forth on my cock while maintaining the sucking.

"Aditi, see this? This is how it goes. I get whatever I want. I'm the CEO now. Take a good look at me and Sarah." I gripped onto my cocktoy and pulled her head deep onto my cock. "Who do you think is the boss here?"

She meekly answered, "You are."

"That's right. And I'm not going to listen to a little cunt like you doubt me." The harsh language stunned her.

"I'm s-s-sorry."

"That's good. But you're going to need to do more to make up for what you came in here with."

"What do you want me to do?" Aditi asked with trepidation.

"That's sounding better. Strip fully naked. I'm going to teach you a lesson in obedience."

The creamy-skinned beauty began to unbutton her vest. She was moving slowly but I didn't mind at all. I still had Sarah sucking my cock with enthusiasm. I watched her reach the last button and let the vest slip off her arms and drop to the ground. I could sense her embarrassment at having to decide between dropping her trousers or taking her bra off.

She reached to unbutton her fly. "Bra first," I instructed. A look of anger flashed across her eyes.

Her bra wasn't anything special: plain, black and functional. But it was soon discarded. Her boobs were amazing. She had dark brown nipples that sat proudly out. Seeing a new pair of great tits was always a treat. I felt my cock stiffen a little in response inside Sarah's mouth.

"Keep going now."

"Don't make me do this," Aditi said but she had already returned to stripping from the waist down. Beneath her trousers, she was wearing a black g-string. It wasn't anything special but it looked fucking hot against her light brown skin. Again I felt myself stir in my crotch and this time I heard Sarah make an involuntary gagging sound as I realised I'd pulled her into deepthroating me again.

The g-string was the final item to go. As soon as it got peeled off, I saw that Aditi had no hair at all anywhere around her pussy or anywhere. She was clearly committed to a regular waxing routine. It suited her perfectly.

"Let's start with you learning your place." I stepped back from Sarah and fronted up to the now naked writer. "You work for me. Right now, that means on your knees gargling my balls. The Indian babe dropped down quickly. As she looked up to see how to address the next part. I took the opportunity to slide my trousers and underpants off completely. I was still sporting a massive erection from Sarah's blowjob work. My cock was nicely above average for length and girth. It wasn't absurd but it probably pushed eight or nine inches and proportionally thick. I'd never cared about size, but I did enjoy it in moments like this. I stepped forward to tower over Aditi. My cock and balls really began to invade the space around her face. I shuffled and adjusted so she was forced to tilt her head back and look up more as I brought my nuts to her mouth.

"Lick those balls," I said very nonchalantly. I felt like this would be a good start. I figured a mix of humiliation and punishment would be what I'd enjoy the most from this exchange. I knew the naked young woman currently tonguing my balls would leave the meeting as the perfect loyal, devoted, submissive employee. I could have that in twenty seconds and the right couple of sentences but I felt like stretching it out for fun.

Aditi certainly wasn't giving it her all. I could tell she was doing as I said but without the enthusiasm. "You're going to have to be better soon," I told her, "You do know I'm your fucking boss. One word and you're out the door. I know you want to keep this job." I made the last bit a command so she'd be properly motivated for anything she thought would jeopardise her job. "This is your one chance. So, when I get you to suck my cock, you'd better lift your fucking game. I want you slobbering on my dick like the whore I see."

I brought my crotch away from her face slightly.

"Yes. Yes, I will." Aditi was starting to sound desperate.

"Good. Get to it." I pointed my cockhead toward her lips. I hadn't really noticed but they were perfect cocksucking lips. She was wearing bright red lipstick.

Her efforts here were much improved. She instantly took the head and the first few inches of my cock into her mouth and was sucking hard as well as swirling her tongue around.

"Fuck that's good, slut."

Without prompting, she reached out and grabbed my cock right at the base. She began perfectly massaging and jerking me off while still sucking me expertly. It was heavenly.

"Mmmm, take your boss's cock." I reached out and grabbed the back of her head with both my hands. My fingers worked through her hair at the top of her braid.

"Take it deeper, Aditi," I commanded while also pulling and pushing her head to set the tempo.

She continued to do perfectly. When I was about twenty, I actually made a list of all the women I'd fucked and rated them on their looks and skills. I'd let go of being such an obsessive but I still loved the thrill of finding someone who had a talent for such things.

Aditi still had her hand firmly wrapped around my cock and was now getting deeper enough that her lips were just about meeting her fingers. The sucking hadn't let up in intensity the entire time and I could tell now she was having to work her throat as well.

I was intently watching Aditi and enjoying the show. Her cheeks hollowed the entire time with how hard she was sucking me off, her red lipstick smudging around her lips and slightly painting my cock as it mixed with her spit, her eyes would dart up to meet mine every so often. I'm sure she was wondering where this was all going to go. Was I going to jizz in her mouth? On her face? Was I going to fuck her? Would I cum in her pussy? Would there be anything more extreme? I didn't even know myself. I was currently perfectly happy with my current arrangement: deepthroating a sexy little bitch who was performing like her job depended on it.

"Sarah! Get up and get over here," I called out as I continued to increase the pace of the face-fucking. The former CEO rose from her position where she'd stayed observing the treatment I was giving Aditi.

"Grab my phone, I want you to take some photos. This little whore seems to have turned a corner and realised her place. I think we need to document it to remind her that it's a privilege for her to be a writer here under me, and she could just as easily be a full-time cockwhore."

Sarah quickly began to comply and was soon snapping away some obscene shots of the naked brown skinned beauty sucking cock with vigour.

"Aditi, slobber on that dick. Get it nice and wet," I was now really pounding away at her throat. She was incredibly keeping up. I could feel her gag a little as I pulled her deep onto my dick. I could see her eyes watering a little. She was doing a good job getting a lot of spit in her mouth and up and down my cock.

I brought the throat-fucking to a stop and pulled my dick from her mouth. I was incredibly turned on at this point and just began rubbing the head of my cock around her face. I wanted her to look like a slut that had just been used.

"Sarah, get ready to take a video."

"Aditi, you're going to stare into the camera, confess that you were a petulant little bitch, admit you were wrong and that you're sorry. And you're making it up to me by becoming my little cock-sucking slave."

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Go for it."

Sarah started filming. Aditi looked positively whorish: naked on the floor having just given a rough blowjob.

"I was wrong. You were right. You're my boss. Thanks for showing me my place. I'm sorry for what I said. I'm going to suck your dick whenever you want. Just say the word and I'll be on my knees sucking you off. You can use my throat at your pleasure."

She spoke so earnestly and it was fucking hot. I could tell she was going to continue to describe what I could do to her. But I interrupted by grabbing her head and shoving my cock roughly all the way into her mouth. It was so sudden, she was still trying to speak and it came out garbled which I think really emphasised the point. I jerked her back and forth a few times before pulling out of her mouth again.

"Bend over the desk. Time to see what you fuck like."

Aditi rose and moved towards the desk. Her body was amazing. Her stomach was taut, her limbs were toned, her boobs and butt were both perky and perfectly jiggly, all this with flawless creamy skin.

She took her place and bent at the waist. As she did her buttcheeks naturally spread a little and I got my first good look at her pussy. Enticing was the only word for it. I couldn't wait. So I didn't. I stepped up behind her, I needed to spread my legs a little to lower my cock to the level of her cunt.

One of my hands went to her hair and grabbed it by the braid that was getting more and more disheveled. The other hand wrapped around my rock hard cock and guided it into the pussy before me. The head pressed in and once I had the little Indian whore on my cock, I pulled her hair to tilt her head back and arch her back. My other hand now reached around a locked firmly on her right breast. I squeezed a number of times, feeling the heft and testing her flesh. I squeezed her boob while simultaneously pinching her nipple with my forefinger and thumb.

With our positions secured, I began to slide in and out of her brown pussy lips. My cock still had a substantial amount of spit on it. Aditi's pussy was responding to my cock and I could feel it getting slicker.

"Good girl. You're made to take this cock," I told her as I continued to pick up the pace. "You love it."

"Mmm hmmm," came the semi-moan reply.

I was pounding away. Aditi was barely able to move, pinned over the desk with me fucking into her from behind. The feeling was incredible. I never got tired fucking a new hot woman.

I wanted to go harder. I was so horny. I let go of her hair and pushed her so she was lying flat face down. I grabbed her ass cheek hard and grabbed onto her hip with the other hand.

"Fuck yes," My breathing was getting ragged with the energy. "The perfect fucking whore."

I fucked her with abandon for a little longer feeling my orgasm approach.

"Cum for me, Aditi,"

"Oh Fuuuuuuuuuuck, Fuuuuuuuck."

Her body jerked and spasmed a little bit. Ordering someone to orgasm was a trick I loved. Her pussy seemed to ripple on the length of my pistoning cock.

"Aaaaaaaaa!" Aditi continued to scream and slapped the desk with the pleasure of the orgasm.

"Sarah, Over here again."

The topless CEO was quickly by my side.

"On your knees. I'm going to cum in your mouth. Keep it all in there because you're going to be sharing it with Aditi here."

Once Sarah was in position, kneeling, mouth wide open and tongue sticking out. She was fantastic. I gave Aditi a few final hard thrusts but I knew I was just about read to blow.

I pulled out and angled towards Sarah. I put the head of my cock into her mouth and gave my cock a few jerks.

"God Damn!" Suddenly I was exploding with ropes of jizz pumping into Sarah's mouth. I felt the warmth of Sarah's mouth full of cum and I continued with a few more spurts. I slid out and Sarah needed to close her mouth to keep the amount of cum contained.

"Aditi, down on the ground. Sarah's going to share my cum with you. You're a cum loving whore so this'll be a real treat."

I loved this stuff. Playing whatever fantasies I wanted. CEO, world-renowned fashion industry icon, with my huge load in her mouth having sucked me off about to spit it into a naked employee's mouth in her office.

"Do it from nice and high. Aditi's a little cumslut. She won't mind if it ends up on her face."

Sarah stood above the submissive looking, brown-skinned girl and began to dribble out my cum. The stream dropped and fell perfectly onto Aditi's lips and she then took it into her mouth. It continued as the whole load got transferred between my two little sluts.

I grabbed my phone that Sarah had already taken some pictures and sat down at my chair behind the desk. I took a few more pictures of the two women in their places. I felt absolute bliss.

"Aditi, swallow all that cum then get over here and lick my dick and balls clean." I slid to the edge of the chair to give her access.

"Sarah, That's all for now. I think we've put the little whore in her place." I gestured down to Aditi who was looking small and submissive between my legs. Sarah got up, adjusted her dress back, grabbed her things and left. As she did, Aditi had started licking away at my flaccid cock.

"You're going to stay as my cockwhore until I'm ready to put you back as a writer. So for the next few weeks, if I want my cock sucked while I'm on a zoom meeting or want to blow my load on those brown tits of yours, that's your job."

"Yes, boss. I'll be your cockwhore."

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The photoshoot

A couple of weeks had passed. I'd spent them getting to know how TS works and understanding the latest issue release.

Over those weeks, I'd met with some advertisers and secured business and increased it in a few cases. One makeup company, Lip Heaven, had asked for a meeting to express concerns about the direction of the magazine and my leadership. Luckily for me, their head of marketing, Nadya Nolls, was a striking brunette with a hot little body. She came in ready to pull out of any future advertising. Within ten minutes, I had my cock in her ass and she was begging me to accept their entire advertising budget which was almost five times what they were currently giving us.

Word had started to get around about the direction change and hype was building for the next issue. I knew I wanted to have a big star for the cover and centrefold shoot. I'd decided on Emma Rawlinski. Emma was the current it girl supermodel. She'd been in a few music videos and even done a little bit of movie acting. Everyone knew who she was. Every straight man wanted to fuck her. Every woman wanted her body. Big, round, natural tits, perfect face with pouty lips and big eyes, stomach totally flat and toned, ass with a bit of curve to it and long dark hair. She'd actually shot with TS once before before she'd risen to being the biggest supermodel on the planet.

I'd arranged to have Emma do another photoshoot. I knew if I heard the latest of some fashion magazine had photos of one of the biggest stars taking a cock up her ass, I'd certainly buy an issue. For the photoshoot, I had our dressers pick out all sorts of sexy outfits, lingerie and swimsuits. I had another two models also hired for the shoot to add a little more flesh.

The day arrived. We were in our biggest shoot area, which is basically a giant empty white warehouse. There were two photographers and a lighting tech, a couple of hair and make-up people and three or four managing the racks and racks of clothes. I'd arranged that all of them be women, and endeavoured to select hot, young women. The two photographers, Danielle and Daisy fit the bill perfectly. They were both dressed casually but professionally.

An hour before Emma was due to arrive, the two back up models turned up. They looked stunning, absolutely flawless, but nicely generic which was great for backing up a star. I didn't even bother asking for their names before addressing the whole crew.

"Good morning, everyone! This is the big centrefold shoot for the next issue. Let's make it as good as possible! I'll be running things. So if I tell you to do anything, even if it's strange, you'll do it."

I took the house models over to the wardrobe area.

"I'm not bothering with your names." I addressed the taller of the two, "you're going to be slut #1," I turned to the other, "and you're slut #2. I want both of you to find some sexy underwear that shows as much flesh as possible."

I watched as the two girls rummaged amongst the items and selected their lingerie.

"Let's do this one at a time. Slut #1: get changed. Slut #2: Come over here, you're going to jerk me off while this bitch strips."

I unbuttoned my jeans, and dropped the front just enough for my hardening dick to flop out. Slut #2 was soon in position and began the hand job. Slut #1 had very casually taken off the top and pants she was wearing. She revealed a few tattoos: a flower up her side under her arm, a group of birds on her thigh. She took off her normal bra revealing a perky set of tits. They were fucking hot on her skinny model frame. My dick flexed in the hand of the other model. I took a look around and everyone else seemed to just be getting on with their business.

I turned my attention back to the stripping girl before me. She expertly put on a lacy red half cup bra. It pushed her tits together to form an amazing cleavage. She then just moved on to her underwear, dropping the black pair she was wearing down her long slender legs. I zeroed in on her pussy, she had shaved everything except a small patch of dark hair just above her pussy.

"Slow down, slut #2. I've got arguably the world's hottest woman turning up here in a moment. I'm not blowing my load until she's ridden me." The pumping hand of the second model changed to a slow, steady rhythm.

Slut #1 had begun to put on a tiny red matching g string. Her ass had the curve that came with consistent workout. The tiny string of the panties disappeared between her cheeks.

"Swap places, sluts. Slut #1, come over here and let me feel that ass of yours. Slut #2, get stripping and put on your lingerie."

The stunning brunette kneeling at my feet got up and immediately began stripping off clothes while Slut #1 came over to stand alongside me. My dick was still out and pointing out obscenely.

"You might as well jack me off while I fondle your booty."

She stood right next to me and reached across to wrap her fingers around my cock. As she did, I reached behind her and latched onto her ass and squeezed firmly. It was firm and tight. Incredible ass. I gave some squeezes and then a couple of slaps.

"Good fucking ass, Slut #1."

While I was enjoying Slut #1's ass, Slut #2 had stripped entirely naked and was about to slip on a bright blue set of lingerie.

Once she was done, I commanded her "Come over here now."

When she joined me, I repeated the treatment by giving her ass a few quick, hard slaps.

Before I was compelled to escalate the activity with the two models, there was a commotion as a black jaguar pulled up.

Show time. A driver dressed in black quickly opened the back door and out stepped Emma Rawlinski. She was radiant. I'd seen hundreds of pictures of her but in the flesh, she was even better. She was wearing a strapless black dress with a skirt that stopped just a few inches down her thighs. She also had full makeup on already with bright red lipstick.

Following her out of the car was a tiny woman, obviously Emma's assistant.

I knew I wanted to take control of the situation. I strolled over to where the supermodel was standing. My two backup whores were clearly a bit unsure what to do so they followed along behind me but several steps behind.

"I'm Ben Brookes. CEO of TS. I'm in charge of this photoshoot. Emma, for the remainder of the shoot, you're a filthy little slut. I'm your daddy. You're going to do whatever I want. Who's your assistant?"

Her sultry voice answered, "this is Wendy Willis."

I addressed the assistant, "Wendy, you're now my slave. Like Emma and these two whores, you'll do whatever I tell you to do."

"Yes, sir."

"Good."

I shouted to the whole shoot, "Let's go. I want Emma in a slutty school girl outfit. No underwear. Then let's get our three stars posing. Nice and close, lots of touching. Wendy, over here and jacking me off. I wanna keep hard."

The photoshoot began. Emma was in a tight white blouse and a tiny plaid skirt. My two photographers began snapping away as the three beauties moved around touching and rubbing each other and smiling for the camera.

"Good stuff, bitches. Emma, open your top up. Let's give the public a view of that rack." She quickly unbuttoned the blouse. The boobs were incredible. Dark pink areolas and nipples on top of huge round tits that seemed to defy physics with their perkiness.

"Now bend over the table there. And slut #2, flip her skirt up. You're going to eat her pussy.

The scene was crazy hot. We'd very quickly transitioned into a porn shoot but that was no surprise. From my earlier command, the photographers and the rest of the crew seemed to be working as though it was another fashion shoot.

It was time. I was as horny as could be and wasn't going to hold back.

"Bring that sofa to centre stage," I commanded to no one in particular but immediately had some lackeys carrying the piece of furniture to where I motioned. As they did, I also moved into the shoot, stripping my clothes off as I did.

The sofa was a three-seater but I sat in the middle with my legs spread casually to dominate the space.

"Emma Rawlinski, come here and suck my cock."

She came over straight away and from my positioning it was clear she was expected to get down on her knees on the ground. Just before she did, I commanded, "take the top off completely." She did as she was told and revealed more of her perfect body: lightly tanned flawless skin, taut, toned arms and back.

She shrank down on the ground in front of me on her knees to position herself for her blowjob duty. The feeling of dominance never got old. I put my hands behind my head and interlaced my fingers to demonstrate to everyone that this was just the natural order. I felt Emma wrap a hand around my dick and, just a second later, the head of my cock inside her mouth and she began bobbing up and down taking my cock.

I glanced up and saw the photographers still clicking away from different angles.

"Take some low from behind. I bet you can get a shot up her skirt of her ass and pussy while she sucks me off."

Emma was doing incredibly. She was totally fixated on my dick. I took both my hands and placed them on her head to encourage the rhythm she was building up.

"Hands behind your back for me. I wanna get you gagging on this cock." She responded quickly and I "helped" by pulling her faster and further down with each stroke. A few times she clearly struggled and gagged slightly but I was impressed she didn't slow down and was close to taking the entire length down her throat.

We'd built to a nice rhythm. It was fast but controlled. Her mouth and throat felt incredible around my cock and I was in heaven watching her work.

"Sluts," I announced to my two back-up models, "Get totally naked, I feel like playing with you while Emma blows me."

The two women quickly worked off their lingerie then both tentatively stepped towards me and the supermodel sucking me off.

"You!" I pointed at the taller of the two women forgetting my own numbering system. "Get down behind Emma and finger her pussy. Get her hot and wet for me to fuck. And you," addressing the other model, "join me on the couch here. I've gotta squeeze those tits again."

The two were quickly in position and I was soon squeezing, groping and pinching the tits of the model on the seat next to me while her colleague was adjusting to being a lesbian porn star and plunging two of her fingers into the cunt of one of the most famous women on the planet.

"You're my little slut, aren't you?" I asked the girl who's nipples I was currently twisting perhaps a little too firmly.

"Yes," she winced.

"Tell me about that."

"I'll do whatever you want. You own me. Whatever you tell me to do, I will do."

Hearing her confess it, combined with the fact I was treating her tits like my personal stress ball, combined with the head job from Emma, sent a wave of arousal through me. I put a hand back on Emma's head, gripped some hair and really fucked her face for a few strokes.

"Keep going." I said to both the girl admitting I was basically her God and to the kneeling superstar with my cock in her throat.

"You can use me however you want. I belong to you. We all do.

I jerked Emma's head three more times down my cock before pulling her off. I still held her head by a handful of hair and angled so she was looking up at me.

"That's right. I own all of you. Time to fuck your pussy, Emma."

I stood up and, still with the handful of Emma's hair, pulled her up to her feet.

"Pull her skirt off," I ordered nonchalantly to the model on the floor that had been working her pussy while she blew me.

Once she was stripped, I roughly pushed her on the couch onto her ass. I then grabbed her by the legs and pulled her sideways so she was flat on her back along the seat and then pushed her calves up towards her shoulders. She was clearly very flexible and her ankles were easily pushed into position by her ears. As she bent in half, her ass rounded nice and her pussy presented itself perfectly.

I wasted no time grabbing a nipple of the model that was still sat on the couch and pulling it as a not-so-subtle indicator to get off the seat where I wanted to be. I then got on my knees on the couch, my cock, hard as metal, and throbbing from the 30 minutes of attention from four different women. I locked a hand onto Emma's right ass cheek. Like the rest of her, it was perfect, pliant but firm. With the other hand, I guided the head of my dick into the folds of Emma's pussy and slowly pushed into her opening. Absolute heaven.

"You love this dick," I announced, just to ensure her body would react. Her face contorted in pleasure.

I slowly pushed in further and relished every second. Then just as slowly, withdrew and pushed in again. It was bliss. I pumped in and out again. And then again.

I found a groove and began picking up pace. I gripped a hip of Emma's with one hand and her thigh with the other while beginning to set the tempo. I wasn't here to take it slow. I was here to live out a fantasy that no one without magic powers could experience. And, secondarily, hopefully get some pictures for the magazine that would pique the public's interest.

I was thrusting in and out. Building towards top speed.

Emma looked high with euphoria struggling to keep up.

The pounding continued and I felt on top of the world. World's biggest superstar, my little fuck toy.

I was like a rabid animal.

I grabbed her tits as fuck handles.

I rubbed her clit like a mad man.

Half commands, half expletives were pouring out of me as I pistoned in and out of her: "Take it, whore", "That's my little slut", "I own you, bitch."

I shoved my fingers roughly in her mouth: "Suck, slut."

My hands went to her neck and squeezed for a few seconds snapping her focus.

At one point I slowed down for a few long deep strokes and watched her eyes roll back and defocus, I gave her a quick slap on the ass and picked up the pace again and she rolled her hips into me with each stroke.

I felt the time come. I was ready to blow my load. It was going all over Emma's face without a doubt.

I pulled out and got up off the coach. Emma gave a whimper as I stood up off the couch. I was suddenly aware of the photographers still buzzing around and the two naked models that were just standing waiting for any instruction from me.

"Come here," I growled at the shorter of the two that was closer, "reach around and jerk me off."

I positioned myself with my cock dangling obscenely over Emma's face as she lay sedately. The feminine hand of my jerk off slave wound around my waist and gripped my rock hard and slick cock and perfectly began pumping. I was definitely ready to blow.

It only took a few strong long jerks and I just let go. The orgasm was incredible. Waves of joy washed over me as jets of cum erupted out and hit Emma across her face, in her hair, on her neck and chest. It was perfect. A little cum slut taking a huge load of my cum.

"Faster," I ordered and felt the hand on my dick respond immediately.

I groaned as still more spurts of cum came out and hit Emma on the cheek and in her eye.

"Fuck that's good," I exclaimed as the orgasm began to subside. I felt the grin on my face looking down at the mess of Emma I'd made. Her face was totally glazed and splatters of cum framed her on her chest, on the couch, in her hair.

"God, you look like the perfect little slut," I told Emma, "Time to let the photographers capture what a whore you've been for me for the world to see." I watched the photographers snap away at the superstar's naked, spent, and cum-covered body.

I was slowly returning to rationality from my post-orgasmic state. I couldn't wait to get the best of the photos and publish the shoot in the next issue of TS. The world's hottest woman, naked, sucking cock, getting fucked and taking a huge load. I was supremely confident that our next issue would sell well.