I woke early, showered. Met Sabrina out at the pool. Told her to get settled and hook up with Margie to get caught up on my land purchases. Then to hang out until I got back. Angela came out, so we headed to the doctor's office. We arrived early, so we sat and talked about the future. The office opened at eight.
She broke the silence. "They seemed pretty impressed with your plans last night."
I nodded. "Yeah, it seemed that way. I'm not sure I trust that engineer, though."
"I know. That head guy seemed to depend on him quite a bit, so I thought that was to your benefit."
" I'm just afraid he's too impulsive."
She guffawed at that. "Oh, and you're not?"
"Not when it comes to business, I'm not. Sex? Well, I don't hear too many complaints. I don't even use my power of suggestion anymore. I did at first. But it bothered me. Using people like that. I swore to myself I would only use it to further my business interests. Then only as far as required. I won't take a penny that I can't, or won't, pay back ten fold."
She nodded, looking at me with warmth in her eyes.
"Well, I am going to use it on my grandma Pat. My father's mother. I seriously want to grudge fuck her. I need to get another bank on line. My investments will put too much of a strain on Dave's pretty quick. Maybe some outside investments, as well."
I picked up my phone and called the ranch. "Get my mother."
A bit later. She picked up.
"Mom, get grandma Pat out to the ranch."
"Why?"
"I want to fuck her."
"Ok. What about your aunts. Her daughters?"
"Shit, you know they are hooked to her at the hip."
She chuckled, "Yep. Look, you're not moving them out here are you? You know I don't like her. Please tell me this is just a fantasy fuck then send her ass home."
"That's the plan."
"Good. You know I'll go along with whatever you want, but I don't gotta like it."
"I know, mom. Don't worry. In fact, if you're a good girl, I may have her eat your pussy while I ass fuck her."
"Now THAT sounds like an interesting proposal. I'll be a good little girl for mommy's little boy. How do I get her out here?"
"Tell her you have money for dad. You know she could never turn down money."
"Ok, I'll get it done."
"Hey, you seen Marci?"
"Yeah, she's back with Margie working. I believe Margie has her in her spare bedroom. With all the shit you got Margie doing, she needed her back in the office. Have you considered taking them on full time? Margie, Marci and I were talking about it a couple days ago. It's what they want, but she didn't want to bother you with it."
"Yeah, that would be ideal. I gotta go. Love you."
I dialed Margie's number. Marci answered.
"Marci, where's Margie?"
"In her office closing a sale on a ranch for you."
"Ok, y'all come to the house this evening."
"Will do. Hey, I miss you. I need another round of that Trouser Monster of yours. I'm tired of rubbing it out all the time."
"Ok, I got you covered. Bye."
We saw office staff heading in, so we went in. I filled out the 'Have You Ever Had' paper and she took us straight back.
The nurse checked my vitals, wrote it all down, the left. About ten minutes later, the doctor came in. Somewhere in the neighborhood of early 30's. About 5'7". 130 very fit pounds. A pair of nice perky, maybe C cup tits. Shoulder length brunette, leaning toward tawny hair. Her eyes a piercing blue with a lazy sparkle that seemed to just take everything around her in at a glance.
"I'm doctor Stevens."
"Travis Miller. I guess you know my wife already."
"Wife? I didn't know y'all were married."
"We're not according to the court clerk. But I never really cared much about whst the government thought about my personal business."
"Isn't that the truth." She muttered under her breath. Taking another look at me. She glanced at my chart. "You're 18?"
"That's the popular opinion."
"Ok, so, according to Angela, you have some concerns about sex during her pregnancy due to the size of your penis. Is that correct?"
"Yes m'am."
"Well, Mr Miller, it's been my experience that it's never as big as one might think."
"Doctor, I'm not prone to exaggeration."
"Ok, then, let's have a look at it, then go from there, shall we?"
I stood up and stripped my jeans off, standing here with my cock swinging halfway down my thighs, as big around as her wrist.
She stared at it wide eyed. Shocked. "How big is it erect?"
"Pretty big."
Angela took that as her que. She pushed me back into a chair, got on her knees, and started a world class blow job. The doctor staring at her, the shock running even deeper. My cock swelled up to full mast. Almost 11 inches long and if you wrapped a tape measure around the shaft, it would read 12 inches in circumference. My heavy balls the size of a pair of ripe plums. Topped with a mushroom head bigger around than the shaft.
When Angela released me, it stood high and hard. Jerking. A long line of precum dripping from my piss hole.
The doctor looked at my face, then back to my jerking cock. "Sweet Jesus. You weren't exaggerating. That thing is huge. I, uh."
The stream of precum dropped to the floor, only to be replaced by another.
"What's wrong doctor?"
"Uh, nothing. I just, uh..."
"You want to take it for a spin?"
"What? Do I what?"
"Do you want it inside you? You're looking at it like it's a creamy ice cream cone."
"No! I couldn't! That would be inappropriate, and I'm married!"
She looked at Angela who just smiled evilly at her. "Go ahead, doc, give it a whirl."
She looked around trying to keep from looking at my cock.
I put my jeans back on. "So, doctor, what do you think? Is it safe to have sex?"
She fixed her eyes on mine, fighting whatever urges or thoughts that were coursing through her brain. I knew she was also dealing with whatever part of my brain that influenced people to be attracted to me when they were sexually aroused, as well.
"Yes, just nothing rough. You can hurt a woman with that thing. I need to leave the room."
"Ok, doctor. Say, we're having a BBQ at the ranch soon. You and your husband are officially invited."
She just looked at me, then down to my crotch. Her face was flushed. Her breathing rapid and coarse. She was turned on big time. She hurried out of the room.
We went to the desk and paid out. Then headed home. Arriving, I found Sabrina on the phone and a wierd looking little man sitting im my chair. I walk up to him.
"Get out of my chair."
He just smiled arrogantly and remained seated.
"You must be Travis Miller."
"Well, ain't you the intuitive little creature. Who are you? Why are you here? And why the fuck are you still sitting in my chair?"
"I'm Anthony Depew. I'm with the environmental permitting board. I'm here to inform you that the permit applications for that thing you're wanting to build can't be approved under the present conditions. As to why I'm sitting in 'your' seat? It's no longer yours. As of right this moment it now belongs to me, as does everything else in your life"
He was looking at Angela when he said the last part. A strange look in his eyes. A small stream of drool running from the corner of his mouth. Turning his focus back to me, he continued.
"When your foreman filed, he forgot to pay he appropriate processing fees. Unfortunately, that will delay the approval process indefinitely."
"How much are the fees?"
"Oh, I'm afraid it's not that simple. These important matters require a great deal of... Well, let's just say, I could be pursuaded to move your file into the expedited process," He looked at Angela again, "for the right incentive."
I nodded. "Just give me a number. Then get the fuck out of my chair, you pathetic little parasite. I won't tell you again."
"Oh, save it Mr Miller. We both know you are powerless here. Either I get what I want, or..." He crossed his arms, the arrogant smirk back in full force.
"Ok, have it your way, you little shit stain. I tried to be reasonable."
I zapped his brain hard. Making sure it stuck.
"Go step into the pool."
"I'll do no such thing!"
He made a decent sized splash for such a little turd.
"Now, last chance. Approve my permits by noon tomorrow, or book a flight to Mexico City. When you arrive, you will find yourself with an insatiable taste for sperm, and an overwhelming desire to be ass fucked. Now get the fuck out of my home before I send you out to the barn to suck horse cock, you fucking little ameoba."
He whined pathetically as he trudged out of the pool and scurried of sloshing water.
"Fuck, now I'm gonna have to disinfect my chair then drain and sterilize the pool."
Sabrina was staring at me in total disbelief.
"What the fuck just happened?"
I looked at her, "Let's just say I have highly evolved powers of persuasion and leave it at that."
"Oh, hell no. I want to know to know what just happened."
"I told you, I taught an insignificant little single cell organism a very valuable lesson."
"A lesson? What lesson?"
"That it's a very bad idea to fuck with me. Even worse to get in the way of my progress. He could have walked away from here with a lot of untaxable cash this morning. Instead, he chose to think he could play in the big boy's sand box. I just showed him he wasn't invited to it."
"Ok, but how? How did you do it?"
"Be careful Sabrina. You would be well advised to tread lightly on that subject. Tell me, am I not good to you? Do I not pay you well? Is there something in your present situation that you find lacking or unacceptable?"
"No, I just thought..."
"Stop right there. You get paid to think for me in your assigned duties. Not to think about me. If that is unacceptable, I will pay you a year's salary in severance, and you can move on to other endeavors."