Anton Robinson is in his penthouse apartment, another gift from his girlfriend, boss, sugar mama, and main slut, Angela Wess. It has a beautiful view of downtown Atlanta. As a country boy, he hates living in the city, but Angela also gave him a spending account which means he hardly ever has to go out if he doesn't want to. He works from home now and rarely has to go into the office unless Angela calls him, which is usually to come fuck her brains out. He doesn't live alone; Lyria Antonie, Angela's best friend, and his live-in sub slut stays at the apartment full time as well. She is a divorced, retired teacher who lives to be used, abused, and commanded. Currently, she is on her knees, giving Anton his first blow job of the day while I watch ESPN.
Lyria is about 5'3, with caramel skin, wavey black hair with just a hint of white that flows to her shoulders, and an athletic build. She is naked as she always is around the house unless I have a guest unfamiliar with my lifestyle, and then she dresses up as a maid. Her hands and toes are always done, and when out in public, she wears outfits that could have caused accidents. Angela and I call her Babygirl, and she has recently had the name and Anton's initials tattooed on the back of her neck as a sign of complete submission and acceptance of her new life. She has even told her children of the change without specifics of whom she belongs, just that this is her chosen lifestyle.
Anton's phone rings and Lyria's blowjob get quieter. Anton pets her head in approval before answering Angela's call.
Anton: Good morning, Babydoll.
Angela: Morning, Daddy. Are you busy?
Anton: No, watching tv and getting some morning head before breakfast.
Angela chuckles.
Angela: So bad. Can you come into the office today? I have another meeting with new clients out of Japan, and I believe you can help me seal the deal. Their lead negotiator Yokoi Isoko has taken an interest in you.
Anton smiles; he had met her a few days ago when she and her people visited Wess Optimization as a part of their tour to find a new American media partner. Yokoi is in her thirties, 5'2, and curvy for an Asian. He would guess that her breasts are a D-cup, and she has a cute plump little ass. She is beautiful, and Anton remembers whispering how he would like to get inside that white pants suit she was wearing to Angela. Like always, Angela had made it her mission to make that happen. Anton was not sure how she did it, but he was certain he would be balls deep in Yokoi soon enough.
Anton: A professional interest or personal one.
Angela: Both, she loved your presentation, but today, she would like a more personal touch.
Anton smiles.
Anton: I will be sure to show her that Wess Optimization has a culture of friendship and community like no other.
He groans quietly as he cums in Lyria's mouth. Angela laughs.
Angela: That is why you or my number one. I wouldn't mind a bit of your personal touch myself.
Anton: Damn straight. Be sure to wear those wedges I like.
Angela: Yes, Daddy.
Anton hangs up and smiles at Lyria, who remains on her knees, looking up at him like an expectant puppy.
Anton: No more fun time this morning, Babygirl. I have to go into the office. I am having Japanese today and will need to save up the rest of my loads.
He kisses her on the forehead smiling at her pouty face before heading to the shower.
An hour later, he is stepping off the elevator on the eleventh floor of the Wess Building. The building is considered small for a company as successful as Wess Optimization, but Angela loves it. This floor is reserved for company execs and visiting clients. Anton's office is on the floor below. Angela wanted to give him one up here, but he talked her out of it. Their relationship already has the rumor mill buzzing. Not that he cares, but he takes his job seriously and would like to be known for his skills and not because he can put the boss on a leash on his lunch break.
He walks to the door leading to Angela's office reception area. Her receptionist Claire looks up from her desk. She is a pretty heavy-set black woman in her forties. God gave her a double helping of ass and tits when he passed them out that day. She is on Anton's hit list, but he hasn't made any moves on her yet. Of everyone in the company, she is closest to knowing the truth about his and Angela's real relationship. Angela's office is soundproof, and as her assistant, he can explain away being there as much as he is when he is in the building, but it doesn't take a genius to recognize the smile he usually wears when he leaves.
Anton: Morning, Claire.
Claire: Good morning, Anton. She is in a meeting, but I will let her know you are here.
