It was now February and it had been an entire month since I first blackmailed McKenna and Lacey into being my sex slaves. The first week was the most challenging, but it had actually been pretty smooth sailing since. Neither woman hesitated to perform even the most degrading tasks and they did it with a "yes master!" They even rewarded Doug handsomely when we went back to the tattoo parlour to touch up the tattoos that I had forced them to get. It wasn't that I had him add anything, but more that tattoo work like this took a while and it took almost the entire month to fully complete. I had learned my lesson that first night when they nearly collapsed from exhaustion. So every few days they went and every few days Doug enjoyed a threesome with them before getting to work on their bodies.
The tattoos themselves turned me on in a way I couldn't explain. I even caught Lacey looking at herself in the mirror with a hint of admiration at the rose between her tits. Of course, I continued to keep both of my slaves naked and collared at home but I allowed them to have small luxuries now that they were behaving. They were allowed to do whatever they wanted as long as I wasn't using them and they were done with their chores around the apartment. I allowed them to eat breakfast at the table instead of out of their dog bowls and sometimes in the evening too. Their wardrobe was now completely under my control and I replaced most of their outfits with sluttier options. McKenna now began to wear outfits which showed off her tits in a more overt way which ironically made it easier for her to close a big deal earlier that week. The client could not keep his eyes off McKenna's rack and she haggled him up to double the initial offer. I was willing to dress Lacey a bit more risque since it was her ass that was the main star of the show. McKenna was worried the big boss would complain but he seemed just as enthralled by her tits as everyone else.
As for other technicalities, we agreed that in public, Lacey and I would be "dating." This would explain us being seen together in public so often, and with McKenna and Lacey's friendship, there would be no suspicion. I kept the money under McKenna's name to keep the blackmail I had on her, but I transferred a good amount to a shell corporation I set up. However, I still used McKenna's credit card for online purchases, often making her blow me as I did so. This was nothing special anymore. McKenna and Lacey were getting used to this arrangement.
Lacey proved to be the superior chef so it became McKenna's job to give me my morning blowjob and bathe me after I woke up while Lacey cooked. Then, I would pick out the girls' outfits for the day and the three of us would eat breakfast together full dressed. Lacey would drive me to work while McKenna drove on her own to avoid too many questions. I made McKenna promote me as soon as possible so now I had an assistant to do a lot of my work for me, but I still spent most of my day in my office (yes, I had one now). I would have lunch with Lacey and then dinner with either Lacey or McKenna or both at some fancy restaurant. Then, back at the apartment, the girls would strip and put on their collars and we would play it by ear. When it was time for bed, I slept naked with Lacey to my left and McKenna to my right. This was so that I could fall asleep with my arms wrapped around McKenna's huge tits and my crotch pressed into her equally huge ass.
So it was the second Monday in February and I was sipping my coffee at the breakfast table. Lacey had just cooked us an excellent meal and was now sitting across from me in a slightly too-short black skirt with a pink button up that had one too many buttons undone revealing the top of the rose tatted between her tits. McKenna was dressed in a black dress that revealed a LOT of cleavage which I was currently staring at. McKenna noticed, of course she did, but this was the new normal.
"Can I offer you a blowjob?" she asked simply. I smiled and glanced at my watch to make sure we weren't late for work before nodding. McKenna dropped to her knees and unzipped my suit pants. I stood up slightly, pulled them down, and leaned back as McKenna took my cock in her mouth and began to blow me.
"Can I do anything, master?" Lacey asked.
"Take off your skirt and panties and twerk for me," I commanded. Lacey smiled and did as I asked. In less than ten seconds the Latina was twerking her bare ass inches in front of my face. I grabbed McKenna's head and began to facefuck her into my crotch. She expertly stuck out her tongue to lap my balls each time her nose touched my pubes. I soon found myself cumming right down her throat.
"Ahhhh, Lacey, you can stop now. Good slave."
With that, I pulled up my pants and Lacey pulled up her skirt. McKenna got to her feet and we all went to work.
That day started off no different than any other until my assistant came to me with a discrepancy with the new contract McKenna signed the other day. At first, I thought McKenna had embezzled even more money but that didn't seem to be the case. I was about to take it to Megan, our accountant, when I realised that Megan had signed off on the finances. An expert accountant somehow "misplacing" fifty thousand dollars was impossible, even in a million dollar contract. I instead thanked my assistant and "invited" McKenna to have lunch with Lacey and I.
"What do you know about this?" I asked her. She shrugged and passed the papers back.
"Accounting error?" she suggested. I looked pointedly at her tits and then back at her.
"Take them out," I ordered. For the first time in a month, she looked like she might resist, possibly because the place was packed and there were definitely people from the company there, but she nevertheless reached up and began to pull down the top of her dress.
"Or you can tell me what you know," I interjected just as she nearly pulled the neckline of the dress low enough to reveal her nipples. McKenna shot me a grateful glance before pulling her neckline back to where it only revealed slightly too much cleavage.
"Megan's brother has a gambling problem," McKenna said. "He ended owing over a hundred thousand to loan sharks. That fifty thousand was the final payment."
"Good to know," I said as I took another bite of my burger. "See? That wasn't so hard. However, you know I have to punish you later, right?"
"Yes, master."
McKenna whispered this last sentence in case someone overheard. It was the first time in weeks I'd have to punish one of them and Lacey simply looked down and said nothing. I cheerfully chatted away with my slaves for the remainder of the lunch hour and then we were back at the office. Just before the end of the day, I made my way down to Megan's office and knocked.
"Yes?" she called. I walked in and smiled. "Hi, um, sorry, what's your name?"
"Jack," I introducing myself as I looked her up and down. Despite being in her mid-thirties, Megan looked good. Her shoulder length brunette hair framed her gorgeous Italian face and her Mediterranean complexion along with her hazel eyes decided my course of action instantly. I needed her as a slave.
"Whatever this is, can it wait until tomorrow, Jack? I need to go. Family thing."
"Going to use the fifty thousand you embezzled from the Anderson contract to pay your brother's gambling debts?"
Meg froze. She slowly stood up and I could see her trembling. This was the first time I noticed her tits. They were definitely a D cup and she seemed like she had a decent enough ass.
"H-How do you... w-why do you... what do you want?" she asked. I sat down and sighed.
"It's my duty to report you," I said with faux sadness. Megan immediately waved her arms.
"No!" she cried. "You can't! I'd lose everything! I'd go to jail and my brother will be killed!"
"What are you willing to do to make sure that doesn't happen?"
"Anything!"
"Anything at all?"
"Why? What do you have in mind?"
"First, I want you to lose the clothes."
"Excuse me?"
"If we're going to continue this conversation, I want you to be naked. That, or I can arrange for you to be naked later tonight. During your strip search down at the police station."
Megan stood with her hands on her hips glaring daggers, but after nearly a minute of thinking sighed and angrily tore off her green dress leaving her in a matching black bra and panty set.
"There, happy you pervert?!"
"Not yet. What part of naked did you not understand?"
Megan grumbled and moved past me. For a moment, I thought she was going to try and run but she simply locked the door and unhooked her bra before turning around with one arm covering her tits. She used her free arm to slip off her panties before using that hand to cover her pussy.
"Arms at your sides," I ordered. Megan muttered something again but did as I asked. I took in the sight of her naked body and allowed my gaze to linger on her tits.
