Meeting Matti - Maing a New Girl

☆ Note - this is not for everyone.

There is bondage, gay sex or references to it and definitely images of extreme sex, questionable consent, outright non-consent, slavery, blackmail, verbal degradation and humiliation.

No need to comment if you are just going to attack the author for writing it.

You kept reading it, so.....

what does that make you?

This is a complete and utter fantasy that will never ever happen - it's the same as elves and dwarves...

and faithful wives.

NOT REAL.

You've been warned.

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Walking up the outside stairs to my office in the manufacturing plant that I inherited from my father about 5 years ago; I was certain it was going to be yet another boring day.

Same office three stories above the manufacturing floor. Same attached efficiency apartment with toilet and shower to the left of my father's big wooden desk. Same wet bar and fridge to the right. Same wide closet in the right corner near the outside entrance.

Directly in front of my desk was my interior office door. Outside that was a waiting room with a sofa and Amanda's desk. Amanda was my office manager and truth be told the person who really ran the place.

To the left of that door, in a tight corner cubicle, at a small desk, would be sitting my accountant, Mary.

Mary was a local, childless woman who was separated from her husband. She was thick thighed and big titted with long dark hair she wore straight. I had hired her after the first interview when she convinced me that she was 1. good with numbers and 2. would indeed do absolutely anything to get hired, the little freak. I put her through quite the interview, she throated my cock, ate Amanda's pussy and then fucked herself with my stapler....all while cheerfully being recorded. I'd say she deserved to make it to the 90 day evaluation period.

Amanda was a striking, blonde woman of 38 years. Taller than most and always seen in a dress or skirt with high heels. I inherited her along with the company. She had two daughters and no husband. She had nice full C cup tits. Amanda also possessed toned legs and an ass that you could bounce a dime off of.

Yes. A dime. Fuck your quarter.

I've done it.

She's admitted that my father had too.

Same two gold digging whores haunting my offices. Just like every other day in this tiny little town. Boring. I needed a vacation.

I was 28. I had only been out of college for a single year and having a great time drinking and fucking my way through every bar in San Diego when I got the call that my father had passed away from a heart attack.

I learned from my father's doctor that Amanda had actually fucked him to death right there in the office apartment. Rode him all the way to his grave. She always looked a little proud of that when we talked about it. Just a born fuckbeast, that whore. But, she'd satisfied my father for over 20 years and evidently her and my mother had become close before Mom passed from the cancer. I never got her to admit anything sordid about her time with my Mom. I bet there's some wicked secret she's hiding though.

Anyway, I inherited it all. The plant, the land, 8 small houses, the Big House, the lake house, the cars, the boats, all the properties in the town itself, and Amanda.

Yeah, I had been fucking Amanda pretty much nonstop for 5 years now. She and her girls lived in one of my small houses. Employee benefit.

Mary lived in another. She had worked on the factory floor for two years before I hired her for my office. She was...separated...from her husband shortly after she started working for me. I was fucking her too. I enjoy a little variety and Mary was a closet freak that was up for anything I, or Amanda and I, could dream up. We had a fun year or so putting Mary through her paces. Honestly, she's been broken to the plow for about three years now. Complete submission.

Never refusing anything your boss asks? Boring. (No matter how good your mouth and throat feel wrapped around my cock.)

I think it was Mary's turn to bring me lunch. It would be the same old hoagie and chips. Mary could suck a man's soul out of the end of his dick, but she wasn't the best cook in town.

I wasn't looking forward to today. I knew Amanda and I were going to have a "serious talk" about "needing more money". Sigh. Her oldest daughter was 18 and looking to go to college. So she wanted me to pay for it. Of course. She's a greedy whore.

Since both her daughters looked a lot like my father, I guess she wasn't out of bounds to ask fora little help.

But I had been thinking that maybe my "sister" should come work for me part time for a while first. Earn her way through college. I mean, if her mother didn't want her to be a whore, she shouldn't have named her Nicole, right? Might as well be my whore as some other bastard.

The fact that she was probably my sister just made the thought that much more exciting.

Nicole was a blonde like her mother, but with a tiny waist and slim hips. Tanned and long legged, she looked like a California girl even though she was pure Kentucky hill jack through and through.

One more year and her sister Rhonda would be available to put to work.

Rhonda is a whore's name, too.

Anyway, that's what I was thinking about as I entered my boring office with the outdated carpet and furnishings. Felt like I stepped back in time to 1965 every morning, back when working women were expected to fetch a man coffee and crawl under the desk on command. I intentionally didn't update the decor because I wanted the women in my offices to feel that expectation in their bones.

This small Kentucky town had 4 churches, one bar, one small motel, one combination gas station and grocery store and one diner.

All of these businesses except for the churches and the motel paid me rent. I pretty much owned the whole valley.

Our little town also had one factory. Mine. As I've said, I owned pretty much everything. I was elected mayor after my father passed. He had been mayor for over 30 years. I had one City Secretary who ran the town and over saw the few city employees. All except for the Chief of Police, one J.B. Grimes. He reported only to me. He was paid a pittance from the township. Most of his salary and the house he lived in was provided by me. He was a slim man, but strong and capable. He was loyal to me because, well, he couldn't get another job anywhere else. Not if his particular deviant sexual practices were to become known. See ol' J.B. liked to take vacations and go to a far away big city where he was anonymous. There he would somehow find a "lost soul". That's what he called the queer prostitutes he would kidnap and transport back to the basement of the remote little house he occupied at my pleasure. He would usually go through 3 or 4 a year. My story, if asked, is I assume he let them go after he was done playing with them. Just as long as he did what I said and kept the drunks from burning the bar down, what did I care what he did with some homeless fag whore.

I envied J.B his job though. Nothing much happened in this town, so even having a local cop was mostly unnecessary. But at times I found it convenient have paid muscle around. Sometimes people needed to be taught a lesson.

Yeah, like my father before me, I was the king on this little slice of bluegrass.

Pretty much, if you lived here, you worked for me. Until and unless I decided to bankrupt you. Or have you thrown into the city jail. Or have your daughter handcuffed in the bar's mens room as entertainment.

Turns out, I was elected Justice of the Peace as well as Mayor.... So, yeah. Piss me off and you and your family would spend time with my own personal geek in the basement jail cells underneath the city hall building.

Made it convenient when I wanted to fuck the wife of some guy who lived in town.

Like Mary's husband. Poor bastard. Got caught with Meth and Marijuana about two days after Mary started working in my office(and under my desk).

So I sentenced him to three months in the cells. Mary got to live in the Big House serving as Amanda's and my personal submissive fucktoy.

Jesus, the things we actually made that girl do make me shudder sometimes. It was glorious. She was the star entertainment at friend of mine's office party. I stopped counting at the 25th guy that throat fucked her. Love those Letcher County "get out of jail" parties!

The judge had the Sheriff actually get 3 little trailer trash sluts hooked on a heroin/meth cocktail while they were IN jail. Then the head jailer took it away a few days before the party and let me tell you, when those whores are detoxing they get very, very motivated. The pigs will do anything to get their drugs back. It was great fun!!

Anyway, I didn't ask after her loser husband much during the time he was in the cells, but I understand that he learned his lesson. After about a week of nothing but tap water, he was letting ol' J.B. use him much like I was using his wife. Imagine having to accept oral rape after anal rape just to be able to eat. J.B. sure was sad to see him go. Kept him an extra week just to get in a few more strokes. I didn't care.

Yeah, I really owe my father for leaving me this set-up. It's been wonderful. But honestly, sometimes it just gets...boring.

As I opened the door to my office that Tuesday morning, I was pleased to see Mary at her desk already hard at work on her books. White button down blouse. Black skirt. Thigh highs. Low heels. Thick, strong thighs built for stamina while squatting on my 8 inch cock, were on display just like I preferred.

"Good Morning, Sir," she said immediately sliding out of her chair and hitting the shag carpet as she'd been trained. Any given night I might fuck Amanda, Debbie, or some other woman in the town and Mary would suck me clean to start the day. It felt good to dirty dick the cheating whore, plus Amanda felt it helped reinforce Mary's feelings of submission and shame.

Well, no cum licking for her this morning. Not for the last week actually. Oh, I could fuck three times a day if I wanted to. As I said before, I was just bored.

"Get back to work," I said and proceeded to ignore her.

Taking off my suit coat and hanging it on the peg by the door, I sat down in the leather chair and fired up my computer to look at the previous day's production numbers. I casually pressed the call button under my desk as I read over the results.

Shortly afterward, Amanda entered without knocking carrying the coffee service on a tray. She was followed by Lupita who had my breakfast on another tray. There was a kitchen in the far outer offices.

"Good morning, Sir," Amanda spoke brightly setting the coffee service down and pouring me a mug. She added cream and sugar just the way I liked it and passed it to me while Lupita stood behind her and to the right. "Did you sleep well? I can make a call? Have Doc Jones come by and see you, if you want?"

"No Amanda, I'm fine. But thank you," I said as I sipped the strong coffee.

"Where do you want Lupita this morning Boss? Under the desk or bent over it?" Amanda asked, as if there were nothing unusual about me fucking the wife of my machine maintenance supervisor while he was hard at work down on the floor.

Actually, it wasn't unusual at all. Amanda kept Lupita, Jessica and Debbie hard at work in the large open office and conference room just past her office and waiting room area, specifically to serve as variety for both her and I.

Jessica and Debbie were inherited from my father as well.

Debbie was 60 and kept a tight, tan body even though her tits were smallish and not very firm. I enjoyed her mostly riding me in my bed in the Big House. I'd always had a crush on her growing up and to see her sweating and posting up and down my cock while tugging on her long brown nipples was honestly the best sex I'd had since moving back home. Debbie lived with me in the Big House. I gave her a large guestroom on the second floor. She spent a lot of her time off work with my cock in her pussy. I think that she was always flattered by my attention after hours.

Jessica was married to one of the town's preachers. She was a closet sex freak who Amanda had turned into a size queen. She was 45 and had given birth to three boys over the years. No telling how many were brothers of mine. I had heard tell that there were some pointed questions asked by her husband once or twice. At any rate, if you wanted to feel a squeeze on your cock you had to slide a liter bottle of Evian up her cunt then use her ass. I wonder if her husband even bothered using that cavernous gaping hole any more. I don't. Well, sometimes I'll lay her back and slide both my cock and balls into that emptiness. I'll then have Mary work both hands inside Jessica's cunt in order to jack me off and play with my balls while she tongues my asshole. That's actually really nice. I pretty much just look out the window over the bed and don't look at the whore I'm cumming into. Amanda says it makes her feel like a fleshlight and I shouldn't do it. But Jessica always cums several times during, so I'm guessing she likes it fine. Mary is just a whore trying to work her way into a Big House bedroom, I don't care if she enjoys rimming me or not, truthfully. As long as she does it enthusiastically and on demand.

I've got pictures of Jessica with her legs spread and her pussy filled with 6 hands while Amanda is pulling her tits and riding her tongue. Good times! Also, good blackmail material for if the cheating bitch suddenly finds Jesus or something.

"Have the girl set the tray down," I said.

After the middle aged, but still fit, Hispanic receptionist placed the tray in front of me, she stood still, waiting to see how I wanted her, I said " Sit down Amanda. Have the beaner eat your cunny while I have my breakfast."

"Hell yeah, Boss! This little bitch has a really soft mouth."

"Yeah, that's how she got her job. Tell me what I have to do today while she eats you," I said, taking a bite of eggs and hashbrowns.

Amanda had sat down in one of the three comfortable arm chairs that sat in front of my desk. Spreading her legs wide and hanging them over the arms of the chair, she scooted her ass to the edge of the chair. Pointing at her crotch she said, "Métete debajo de mi falda, perra. Cómelo."

I don't speak illegal, but that little chili belly hit her knees and disappeared under Amanda's skirt like "de border patrol" was kicking in the doors.

"Got that one trained up, huh?" I asked between bites of bacon. Watching Amanda's head lean back and her speaking up to the ceiling amused me.

"She's completely illegal. So are her children. She'll suck pussy or cock whenever she's told to. She's heard what happens when J.B. locks you up in the cells. And she knows I'd have her sons picked up....oh, oh, yeah, you whore, get that tongue up in there....Sorry, Boss. What did you, ahhhh, want to talk about?" Amanda said to the sky while her hands pinched her nipples through her dress and bra.

"What is on my schedule today? Anything?" I reminded her.

"There's a sales girl coming by at 11. She said her name is Matti. Sexy husky voice. Figured you might want to meet her....mmmmm yeah. yeah, now suck it bitch!"

"What's she selling?" I asked between bites.

"Software of some....some...fuck...some kind. Yessssss. Who cares? I just figured we night be in the market for a new girl."

Amanda grabbed Lupita's head with both hands and used it to rub herself off. It was like she had a rubber toy, not a living breathing human. Oh well, it was just a Mexican after all. I enjoyed watching her using her subordinates for some reason. Maybe I should have her whip Mary's ass for something. Maybe that would pull me out of my funk. Mary didn't scream. Ever. She keened, low and gutteral from deep in her chest or maybe down lower in her gut. Like some kind of animal. I really enjoyed hurting Mary....it's sick....but that's what I keep her around for.

I finished up my breakfast as Amanda finished coating Lupita's face with cunny juice. Afterward, Amanda tried to get me to fuck something, anything,, but I honestly wasn't interested.

I did make Mary dance and strip in front of my desk while I had another cup of coffee. I enjoyed her thick body. I especially enjoyed that she was so self conscious about it. Low self esteem is so very attractive in women. I loved tormenting her. Often to tears.

"I want you to move into the pool house for the summer, Pudgy," I said calling her by the pet name she hated.

"I need a pool girl and I want Debbie to get that white skin of yours savage tan dark. So this Saturday take a trip into Louisville and get every bit of hair waxed off of you and start moving in. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she said meekly as she continued to grind her hips to nonexistent music.

"Now give me a hundred squats, Pudgy. I want those thighs burning all night. Arms up! Tits out!! Hey, shake 'em while you squat. Let's break you down. Tear apart that wreck of a body." Maybe that would pull me out of this funk.

She wasn't a wreck. She wasn't fat at all. She was built for hard work. Corn fed. And she wasn't ugly either. Actually she was quite pretty. More plain than unique, but still attractive, even though she had a roundish face. Her mouth and lips were just...fucking...perfection. I admit I sometimes enjoyed kissing her when we were alone. No she wasn't at all unattractive but she was convinced in her own mind that she wasn't worthy of being anything other than a submissive cumpig. Worked for me. I just enjoyed humiliating her, hurting her, and reinforcing her delusions of inadequacy. She liked it too. It's what got her off. Sick little fuckpig. Still, even though I took her to extremes, I'd become very fond of the thick freakpig and I never let things get to the point of actual injury.

Anyone who walked by my office at that moment couldn't fail to notice the scent of warm wet snatch in the air and the drips of arousal running down the inside of Mary's spread and hard working thighs as she obeyed my commands.

"You know that you can leave here, right Mary?" I asked. "There are other jobs, other bosses that wouldn't insist on hate fucking you daily. I mean, most men don't like thick girls like you anyway. Hey! I know! I'll pay for your divorce. You can finally stop being a cheating whore and cucking that loser of a husband."

"I...I don't want to leave, Sir," Mary said almost halting her squats. "I need..."

"Work bitch! No one told you to stop. I know exactly what you need. You get turned on every payday knowing that you fucked and sucked for that money. Used like a common street whore. It turns you on doesn't it? To be slowly destroyed; day by day," I said, watching her jerk back into motion. Her firm ass tensing with the deep squats. Her breathing increasing with the exercise and the ridicule. Her big firm tits shaking side to side as she shimmied through her squats.

"Yes, Sir. Please...don't...send me away. I need...I need to be your whore," Mary begged through her panting.

"Wear yourself out, Pudgy. Squats until you're completely exhausted. Work your thighs and ass until you can't walk. Maybe I'll fuck your lifeless body tonight," I commanded the freak, quickly turning back to my PC and reading the news. I doubted it. I'd had that bitch a thousand different ways over the years. Even made her fuck a college friend of mine. Double dated in Louisville with Amanda along for me.

I told them both to meet us and to act like whores I paid for. It was great to spitroast them with my old roommate. But now, the thought of fucking Mary had sadly become a little bit...yep you guessed it....boring.

Maybe, I should tell J.B. to arrest her and her husband on some bullshit charges. We could double team her while her husband listened. Make her suck cock to get out of jail. That would be fun. Just to know he was listening. Also, to know that my geek J.B. would make him recreate his wife's sexual exploits in order to be turned loose. Yeah. J.B. would like that. Her husband was going to eventually end up disappearing anyway. Might as well, move her into the tiny pool house and him into the cells at the same time. Less drama that way. She'd move quietly and the town could talk about his very public tasing and arrest. Yeah, it would be a great misdirection while finally stripping Mary of everything and everyone. Just her and a few clothes.