"Speak of the devil," I said as I turned away from the beautiful woman on her knees in front of me.
"Brad?" I called.
"It's me, I have your money," I heard back through the door. "Wait, I just got a text."
I opened the door and grabbed the $1,000 from his hand as he looked at the video I'd just sent him from his girlfriend's phone.
"Yeah, that was from me. Come on in." I brought him back to the bedroom, where I'd left his girlfriend Dana on her knees. She had just been begging Brad for permission to ask me to take her throat - despite claiming she liked giving head, she was apparently not an expert with deepthroat.
"Sit there and don't move," I ordered Brad, pointing at a chair in the corner. "Actually, turn it around first so you're facing the wall."
"Uhh -" he hesitated.
"Now. And call me sir," I ordered again.
"He likes it when I call him 'sir,'" grinned Dana.
"Good girl."
I flipped through the stack of bills Brad had handed me. "Remind me, what was this for?" I knew damn well what it was for, but I wanted to make him say it.
"For watching while you raped my girlfriend's ass, sir," he said.
"Right, right. Well, I'll let you know when that happens, but for now, stay facing the wall. And check the video she just sent you - skip to the last minute, your girlfriend had something to ask you."
I looked at Dana and grinned. She smiled back, and we enjoyed a short break as Brad loaded the text. There were a couple bottles of water by the bedside table, and I offered her one, and started chugging another as we waited for Brad to watch the video.
Finally, we could hear Dana's voice from the phone. She was asking Brad's permission to ask me to fuck her throat.
"Well Brad, what do you say? Would it be ok with you if I taught Dana here how to deepthroat?"
"Please, Brad, honey - I want him to fuck my throat. How can I be a good whore if I can't even take a dick past my tonsils."
He sighed and nodded. I could see he was getting hard at his humiliation. "Of course, baby. You can ask him for anything."
Dana started bouncing with glee, her magnificent breasts wiggling up and down. "Sir, can you please push your cock into my throat? I want to feel you throat fuck me."
I cupped her chin, looking down at her. I rubbed my thumb around her upper lip and she stuck out her tongue to try to catch it, drawing my thumb into her mouth to suck, as if to remind me what a good cocksucker she was.
"What will you do for me, Brad?" I asked.
Dana cocked her head and paused sucking. That wouldn't do - I pushed my thumb deeper into her mouth until I felt the back of her mouth, then kept going. She gagged, but I kept pushing, controlling her head and whole body - I pushed her back until she was pushed off her knees and sat against the bed on her (wonderful) ass. My thumb was still lodged in her throat, and the room began to fill with the sound of her gagging and choking.
Brad was also puzzled. "What? What will I do for you?"
"Yeah. You want me to fuck your girlfriend's throat, and she wants me to fuck her throat ... seems like I'm doing the two of you a favor. So, what will you do for me to do you the favor of pushing my dick into her throat until she gags?"
*God* I loved my Master PC program. A week ago this would have been unthinkable, but now it was going to be my new normal.
"I, uh, I can ..." he stammered and trailed off, trying to think of something appropriate to offer me. Cranking his Gullibility up to 10 was really paying off, but this wasn't exactly a situation that was covered in the etiquette books.
I decided to take mercy on him.
"I need some names, Brad. I need the full names of the, say, 25 hottest women on campus. Cheerleaders, teachers, whatever - you can use whatever criteria you want; get me a list of their full names, middle names, nicknames, all of it, along with the full names of whoever they're seeing/dating/etc. Ok? Oh, and also the full names of the ten or so richest folks on campus, and their partners' full names."
I was correcting my earlier mistake - I needed full names for the Master PC program to work. I would have to give it an update later on, but for now I couldn't just type in "that hot brunette over there," so I'd need names of the hotties, as well as names of the rich folks so I could get them to pay me.
"Yeah, sure, I can do that," Brad said.
"Good boy. Now, go ahead and listen for now, you can watch the rest of that video later, when you're alone."
I turned my attention back to Dana and pulled my thumb from her mouth.
"Sir?" she asked. "Now that we have Brad's permission, would it be ok for you to fuck my throat now? Please?"
I nodded and reached for her head, grabbing fistfuls of soft blonde hair in each hand. I guided her mouth back into my cock.
"God, your mouth was made for this, you know that, slut?" She moaned in appreciation. "I want you to start playing with yourself again. Make yourself cum while I drill your throat, whore."
She spent a moment rubbing both her bountiful tits, then slid her hands down her body to her pussy.
"Brad, did you ever try to get this bitch to deepthroat?" I pulled her head deep, keeping my cockhead just against the back of her mouth for a moment, enjoying the sensation. She tried to swallow, and the feeling of her tongue moving against the whole underside of my shaft was incredible.
"No, I di- didn't," Brad stammered. "I treated her like a princess."
"Oh, you mean your dick wasn't long enough to reach her throat?" I chuckled, locking eyes with Dana. "Well, here it comes, Princess."
She nodded, continuing to rub her clit and slide two fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. I held my grip on her head and pulled, exerting more force, forcing my dick past her mouth and into her throat. Her lips were stretched thin around the base of my cock as I pushed her nose into my pubes.
"Doesn't look like much of a princess now, Brad."