"...always do. You will," Laci said, finishing her sentence. She gave Mia a peck on the cheek before unclasping her hands from her waist. "I will be inside reading."
Mia turned to look at her wife for the first time since she came outside. She was wearing black lingerie cut perfectly to her accentuate her tremendous features. "Laci," Mia called out after her.
"Yes, love?" Laci replied, one leg through the open door to the apartment. The light from inside caressed and accentuated her exquisite physical features.
"Is Christina still working?"
Laci craned her neck and looked inside. "Yes. Yes, she's still working at the kitchen table."
"Thank you, love. I will be inside soon." Mia turned around to face the city again, and, with a long draw, finished her drink.
After placing the glass on a table near the door, she walked to the edge of the balcony under the fury of the pouring rain. She unfastened her silk robe; it fell to her feet. Arms outstretched, her body drank the rain.
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Mia entered the apartment clutching a towel she had lain out ahead of time for her nightly ritual. She was soaked, and a couple of hovering cleaning droids quickly coalesced to meet her, meticulously cleaning and drying the wet marble floor. The apartment was fashioned in modern early 21st century design. Sparse, minimalist, and by accounts considered antique in modern times. After drying thoroughly, she wrapped herself in the large towel, covering her substantial breasts and buttocks.
Laci looked on at her from her spot on the couch, where she was wrapped snugly in a white robe. She smiled, peering her over large, black reading glasses.
Mia crossed the immaculate marble floor towards the living room to meet her. Her feet padded softly on the plush, luxurious carpet. She planted a long passionate kiss on her wife's lips. Laci placed down her book on a a side table to better meet her embrace as their tongues danced in one another mouths. Mia felt a hand eagerly, desperately, reach from beneath her towel.
"You're so hard, love," Laci cooed. "You need some relief before tonight." Her hands stroked and milked the tremendous length of her wife's engorged cock. "You need a clear head."
Mia looked down at her loving wife, their eyes locking with the intensity of ships seeking to destroy. She hinged at the hips to allow their lips to meet again. "Go get her," Mia whispered before returning to her lips.
Laci smiled and stood up, giving a sultry look over her should as she sashayed across the carpet towards the kitchen.
Mia exhaled heavily through her nose as she sank into the couch where her wife had just been sitting. Tension wracked her shoulders where it often resided. She *was* stressed, and her wife was right: she needed relief before the work to come.
Laci returned shortly, Christina tailing behind her. Laci was smiling her devilishly impish grin; the knowing look of a lover that has loved.
Christina, or Ms. Hendricks as she was often addressed as, was a fiery redhead in her natural thirties. Buxom and curvaceous did little justice to describe her figure. She wore a simple red dress, fashioned and tailored specific to Ms. Sand's specifications. It was modeled after typical secretary dress from the mid-20th century, an era she had particular fondness for.
There was, however, an exception.
Typical dress of that era for secretaries was modest, conservative, and dull. Ms. Sand had other ideas. Given her proclivity for large breasts, the dress was tailored in a way to accentuate Ms. Hendricks's substantial assets, and the simple dress boasted a wide, plunging neckline. As the couple approached, those tremendous breasts jostled and jounced, threatening to spill free from the fabric.
"My wife needs serviced before our meeting tonight," Laci said curtly.
Christina was no stranger to the Sands and their desires. Her subservient nature bended effortlessly to the couple's needs without objection. It was not just a job but a pleasure she was willing to provide to service to her employers and masters. "Yes, mistress," Christina said softly, her face beaming impishly.
Laci ran her hand on Christina's shoulder. "Make my wife feel good." She kissed her on the cheek before walking to retrieve her book on the side table by her wife, giving her a peck on the lips as well. "I'll be in the kitchen making you a drink, love."
Mia's eyes followed her wife as she left the room. Slowly unfurling her tied towel, her eyes locked with the woman now on her knees before her. As the towel opened, her cock sprung upwards powerfully, unbound any longer by the fabric that had contained it. It towered strong and defiantly upwards like a fourteen inch ivory tower. A wry smile stretched across her face as she regarded the buxom red head beneath her. Her sultry, pouty lips were wet with salivation. Her tremendous pale, white tits barely contained by the fabric of her dress, threatening to burst free and be used. "Your tits; get them out," Mia said with an authoritative edge.
Christina moved quickly to her mistress's command, freeing her heavy breasts from her dress. Two magnificent glaciers in a pale sea. She knew how they made her mistress feel. She knew she was hired not for her skill as a secretary, but her large breasts that hung heavy on her chest. "Is that what you wanted, mistress? My big, fat tits out for you?" Christina cooed. Every word she said sounded like sex.
"Yes, those," Mia replied, her voice trailing off. She reached for the nipples on her own substantial breasts, pinching them softly. "Make me feel good."
The sound of spit being produced, and then the sound of expelling it, followed. A large dollop of saliva on the cock before her, the buxom secretary went to work. Her two deft hands slowly milked and stroked the cock, a level of religious diligence practiced by only the most devoted. The hard, throbbing cock could have been carved out of ivory. It was her to duty to Ms. Sand to bring her pleasure. Her mouth, hands, and tits instruments of pleasure in the service of others.
The secretary worked diligently.
Tirelessly.
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The doorbell sounded the familiar three times. It was customary of her, and Mia activated her neural lace to open the door. She heard sharp clattering sounds as her sister strode through the front foyer, her stilettoes resonating their own form of music on the marble floor.
"Sister," a voice said. Mia heard it before she could see her from where she was seated in the living room.
Mia smiled at the familiar voice. "Sister. Come--have a seat."
The clatter went silent as Lindsey moved from the marble to the lush carpet. A Drone rushed to meet her, moving quickly and silently through the air. It removed her long, black overcoat with its manipulation field, and flitted away down the direction of the foyer.
Lindsey was wearing a simple but elegant and revealing white dress. A single strap hung over her left shoulder, and the hem of the skirt came to mid-thigh. Her cleavage was pronounced and deep, the dress perfectly cosseting her generous breasts. She was fit but dainty. Her significant tits punctuated her otherwise slim features. She sat down gingerly in a chair perpendicular to the corner of the couch where Mia was seated, brushing aside her long blonde hair as she did so.
"You look like you were soaked," Lindsey said, noting the towel her sister was wrapped in, and her wet, slicked back hair.
"You know my habits," Mia responded matter-of-factly.
"Yes, I do. I also know it's something you do when you're stressed."
"Lindsey, I'm always stressed. But I'm *fine*." She realized the lack of certainty in her own voice, trying to convince her sister as much as she was herself.
"Which is why," Lindsey began as she unshouldered her purse and placed it on the floor, "it might be prudent to step down for a bit. Take a vacation. Enjoy life while we take the reigns for awhile."
Mia's eyes narrowed on her sister. The whole gamut of emotions panged her as she deliberated how to best respond. Anger, sorry, disbelief.
Relief.
"Your wife and daughters are concerned about you. I am, too, " Lindsey continued.
Mia turned in her seat to better face Lindsey. "Mother, as you know, left *me* the corporation. It is mine to rule. It's never going to be easy. It never was." There was conviction in her voice, the surest thing she had ever said.
Lindsey inched closer in her chair. She placed a soft hand on the bare thigh of her sister. "We're just offering to help. That's all," Lindsey said quietly.
The offer sounded genuine. Convincing, even. But Mia was no stranger to her close sister's lust for power. What she might do to get it was, however, a tougher question to answer.
"I'm fine. Really, Lindsey. But thank you." Mia gave her a soft smile, hoping to convey her conviction.
Lindsey sat back in her chair, shoulders back. "You always are, sister." She looked around the room absent-mindedly. "Where is Laci?" Lindsey asked in a desperate effort to change the conversation.
"She went out with some friends. Thought we should have the house to ourselves. I sent Christina home a little while ago."
"That your newest, uh, secretary?" Lindsey asked lasciviously. "She's a pretty little thing."
"She is indeed," Mia replied with a smirk.
"I'm surprised, though. Redhead like that...I would have figured a young blonde instead." Lindsey gave a subtle suggestive wink.
Mia grabbed her cocktail glass off the end table and raised it to her lips. "I appreciate...variety sometimes."
Lindsey flushed red. She was certain that Mia noticed.
"And she performs *every* service as dictated by her position." Mia gave her a wink of her own. Lindsey's eyes went downcast at the comment, and she shuffled her feet in her own fidgety way. "Is that jealously on your face, dear sister?" Mia's left eyebrow furled inquisitively.
Lindsey swallowed dryly. "It...it might be, yes."
Mia took another long sip of her cocktail. "You're not actually going out tonight, are you?"
"...no."
"You wore that for me?"
"Yes."
"I see then."
After what seemed like an eternal moment, Lindsey stood up abruptly. "Then why are you so coy for someone that has been fucking me since college!"
And there it was: the balancing power dynamic that kept her sister in check and from usurping power. The need for affection and sexual validation from her older sister.
It was Mia's turn to stand. She ran her hand gently along Lindsey's dress. Whereas her sister was a slim, delicately built woman, she was of a formidable build. The soft act of affection seemed to highlight the stark contrast of physical power between the two women. "Was this expensive?" Mia asked like she already knew the answer.
"Nothing I can't afford," Lindsey replied with a sultry smile.
"Good. You're always so indignant when you need to be fucked."
Gripping both sides of Lindsey's bodice, Mia ripped it apart, pulling the fabric asunder. Those large, magnificent breasts spilled out, undulating softly as they rose and fell. Her nipples were diamonds of arousal. She pinched both, pulling gently and upwards. Lindsey moaned in pain and pleasure.
Their lips locked; Lindsey pulled Mia closer, her hands wrapped around her muscular waist. Their tongues danced within one another mouths as they kissed deeply. After some time, Mia pushed her gently away to separate them.
"On your knees," Mia said with the cold, callous authority as befitting a Governor Prime born to rule.
Lindsey did as she was told, removing her heels first, and then dropping to her knees. Her sister towered over her.
"I'm still deciding why you came tonight. Was it to steal from me? Or was it to get fucked?" Mia asked icily. She knew it was both. She knew her sister would only achieve one of those ends.
"Mia...I..."
Mia dropped her towel to the floor. Her cock was already fully engorged, throbbing and jutting powerfully towards the blonde on her knees. It still glistened with saliva and cum from her earlier release. Lindsey began to speak but Mia would not be interrupted. "I'm going to give you what you came for. Pray that I forgive you. Service my cock like my secretary did earlier; it's what you're good for, after all."
The younger sister wrapped her hands around the cock with a grave urgency. It would have taken six of them to cover the entire length of it. They ran down the entirety of its length, milking it while her mouth worked fervently at the first three inches. Her tongue danced on the frenulum under the tip. She could taste the remnants of Mia's previous orgasm, salty and sweet.
"Balls, too, bitch," Mia said crudely.
Lindsey quickly moved her mouth as commanded. The balls were too large to completely imbibe, but she did her best, licking and sucking gently on each one. Kissing. Worshipping. Taking in the salty, musky scent worthy of her devotion. She loved being demeaned; made an instrument of pleasure.
"Get on your back," Mia said with imperious authority. Another command. Another unquestioned act of obedience.
Lindsey laid down on her back, the lush carpet caressing her body. Mia stood over her now, straddling her, her cock completely obstructing her view of anything else other than that reverent appendage.
"I'm going to fuck those fat tits until I cum on that pretty little face," Mia said with lustful vengeance in her voice.
"Yes, yes, please, please!" She knew her massive breasts were only good for getting what she wanted, and making others feel good. To satisfy.
