"Why Marcy McCall, what are you doing here?" Suzi Howard asked. "I thought you were taking a month off."
"I am," Marcy said, looking appreciatively at the tall, dark-haired girl who was filling in for her as Mr. Price's secretary. She remembered the time she had found Suzi in the restroom with her dress hiked up around her hips as she adjusted her garter belt. Suzi hadn't been wearing panties, and Marcy had looked quickly away from the patch of black hair covering the plump mound between her thighs. Funny, she had felt nothing but embarrassment then; but now she wondered what it would be like to lick that long, pinkish slit she had glimpsed under the tangle of hair. Dr. Villiers certainly had taught her a lot about awareness and the talent for enjoying life.
"Then what are you doing here?" Suzi asked, leaning back in her chair, and not seeming to notice that this gave Marcy a fine view up the inside of her thighs to the edge of her black lace panties.
Marcy felt a shiver of desire, but confined herself to answered the girl's question. "Mr. Price and I had a little bet in regard to my vacation. I just thought I'd stop by and tell him I won."
Suzi laughed. "Well, I hope you brought your track shoes along. You know how he reacts when he sees you."
"I did," Marcy said, lifting her leg and resting it on the desk top so Suzi could see her spike heels and, incidentally, the expanse of her curved white thigh and the blonde cunt hair showing through the sheer white panties.
"Hey, you look different," Suzi said brightly, looking away. "You must be enjoying that vacation."
"I am," Marcy said, thinking of Dr. Villiers' last words to her. Everyone is a sex target for you, my dear. Never hesitate to go after any person who appeals to you, no matter how unlikely a target he or she might seem. Remember, you are a missionary of sex, and all human beings are open to conversion.
Suzi was an unlikely target, Marcy admitted to herself. She had been one of the most sought after girls in the office; men had swarmed around her before her marriage to a handsome young executive. It seemed unthinkable that she would be interested in a lesbian escapade, but Villiers had assured her that nothing was impossible sexwise. But first things first.
"Is Mr. Price in, Suzi?"
"Huh?" Suzi's eyes jerked away from the leg show Marcy was putting on. "Oh – yeah, he's in. Shall I tell him you're here?"
"Yes, please," Marcy said, remembering how she had envied Suzi her poise, her power over men, her beauty, and her cool. Perhaps later she could.
"He says for you to come right in," Suzi reported, switching off the intercom. "You be careful, Marcy."
"I will, hon. Don't worry about me." Marcy gave the other girl a pat on the shoulder and a broad wink as she headed for the inner office. "See you later."
"Yeah, later," Suzi said, staring after her, puzzled.
Marcy opened the door to Price's office and went in, her body relaxed and swaying, silently extending an invitation that had never been offered before.
"Hello, Marcy. What a pleasant surprise," Rodney Price said, looking up from his papers. "I thought you were going to use your mouth off to…" He stopped, detecting the change in her, but not quite understanding what it was. The crisp white blouse and modest skirt belonged to the old Marcy, but the walk was entirely new.
"There's something I want to tell you," Marcy said, looking at him with smoldering eyes, "and I thought it best to come in and tell you in person."
"That's fine, Marcy, just fine," Price said heartily. "Glad to see you."
Marcy came around the desk and perched on one corner of it, swinging a leg so that her skirt hiked up and exposed a good six inches of thigh above the tops of her stockings. She was wondering why on earth she had been such a stuffy little prude as to evade the hands of such a handsome man. It was going to be a groovy experience to let him fuck her on the top of his big teak desk.
"I made a mistake, Mr. Price," she said in her new, husky voice.
"Did you?" he asked vaguely, eyes riveted to her legs. "You're different, Marcy. Something has happened to you."
"I guess I've learned a lot in the few days I've been gone, Mr. Price," Marcy said, deliberately opening her thighs and letting him see the transparent white panties, with the marshy expanse of her pussy clearly defined behind the damp material.
Sweat popped out on Price's forehead, and he licked his lips nervously. The Snow Maiden had suddenly turned into a come-on girl, and he didn't know what to make of it. "Uh – what was it you wanted to tell me? What was the mistake you made?"
I wonder which would be the most fun, to fuck him first or to suck his cock? Which would surprise and shock him the most: if I lay right down on the desk, spread my legs, and told him to stick his prick in or if I got down on my hands and knees, opened his fly, and started to blow him?
She moved sideways on the desk until her full-fleshed thighs were on either side of his hands, as they clutched the paper he'd been holding when she came in. "I wanted to tell you how wrong I was."
"About what? Jimmy? Have you changed your mind about our bargain?" Price asked eagerly. "Do you want to try some other way of protecting your brother? Perhaps I could…"
"You don't have to do a thing for me, Mr. Price," Marcy whispered. "I want to do something for you. Something you'll remember all your life."
Price gulped and brushed at the silver hair at his temples. "What would that be, Marcy?"
Marcy took the paper from his fingers, smoothed out the marks his damp hands had made, and placed it neatly in the "Out" basket. As she turned, the toe of her shoe rubbed along Price's thigh, and he jumped like a skittish horse. Marcy laughed and slipped the shoe off, then ran her toes up to his crotch, where his pants were stretched taut across the swelling of his manhood. He watched the foot, fascinated, as it traced around the outline of his balls and on up the shaft of his cock.
"I must have been crazy," Marcy said, more to herself than him, "When I think what I've been missing for twenty-two years, I really must have been crazy."
"Oh God, Marcy, do you mean what I think you mean?" Price said hoarsely. "I've wanted you so much! I spend half my time in the office with a hardon because of you!"
"That must have made Mrs. Price happy – when you took those hardons home for her to take care of, I mean," Marcy said, as he leaned forward in his chair to kiss her breasts through the tailored blouse.
"Her? That frozen turnip? I've never seen her excited over anything but a thousand dollar bill!" he said, his fingers crawling up under her skirt to the warm flesh of her thighs. "It's been years since she fucked me with anything but a disgusted look on her face."
"Poor Mr. Price," Marcy murmured, working his zipper open with her toes.
"Marcy, Marcy," he whispered huskily. He kissed her knees while his fingers edged under the elastic of the panty legs. "Darling, sweet little Marcy."
"I've learned that sex is going to be the salvation of the world, Mr. Price. It's the one thing everybody needs. Even Mrs. Price needs it. Maybe we ought to try to do something about her."
"The only thing anyone could do for her sexwise would be to jam a million dollars up her dried-up cunt," Price said bitterly.
"Have you ever tried a wet, slippery tongue?" Marcy asked. She had gotten his belt unbuckled and his cock had sprung free of the restraining cloth so that she could run her toes up and down it.
"Yeah! It makes me sick to think of it," Price said. "But I'll eat your cunt, Marcy, any time you say. How about right now? It's such a pretty little blonde pussy."
"We were discussing your wife's cunt," Marcy said, catching the head of his prick between her caressing toes and squeezing it until he gasped. "A tender, loving tongue may be just what she needs."
"Are you kidding? That thing's made of sandpaper inside," Price said, and nibbled his way up the inside of Marcy's thighs.
"I can't believe that," Marcy said, glancing speculatively at the intercom.
He shrugged. "Let's forget about her. You are going to let me do all the things I've always wanted to do to you, aren't you, Marcy darling?"
"I'm going to insist on it," she said, "and then I'm going to teach you a few things."
"You, Marcy? The innocent little virgin is going to teach an old rogue like Rodney Price new tricks?" He laughed.
"You're going to be surprised," she said, pushing him back in his chair and reaching under her skirt to skin off her panties. "There, how's that?"
"Oh my God, Marcy!" he choked, staring open mouthed at the wide-flung thighs and the golden cunt between them.
"Do you like my cunt, Mr. Price?" she asked, pulling the pink lips open so he could see better.
"It's like a beautiful rose," he said, as she slid forward on the desk and raised her knees so the whole under part was fully revealed.
"Love it a little bit, Pricie, and then we'll fuck," Marcy said, and instantly the man's hot lips were on her thighs, racing upward through the silken cunt hair, the eager tongue searching for the delicate heart of the expanding pussy.
"Oh, you darling, darling girl," Mr. Price mumbled, as Marcy leaned back to give him better access to her elevated cunt.
"Does it taste good, Mr. Price?" Marcy asked, as he licked at the juicy twat, and let his tongue dip between the pink cunt lips and enter her.
There was no answer, and Marcy closed her firm young thighs around his ears. She was sure he was too absorbed in his feast of passion to notice what she was doing, but she preferred not to take any chances. Supporting herself on one arm, she pressed the button on the intercom.
"Yes, Mr. Price?" Suzi's voice said at once.
"It's me, Suzi," Marcy said softly, and felt a delicious thrill shoot through her at the thought of lying on Rodney Price's desk while he ate her cunt and she talked to his secretary. "Mr. Price is – uh – very busy, and asked me to ask you to call Mrs. Price and tell her to come to the office. You're to say he has a surprise for her, a million dollar surprise."
"Are you sure, Marcy?" Suzi sounded doubtful. "He didn't mention anything like that to me."
"No, I'm sure he didn't," Marcy said, with a husky little laugh. "It's something I brought him, and he wants his wife to enjoy it too."
"But you weren't carrying anything when you went in there," Suzi said. "What's going on? You'd better let me talk to Mr. Price."
"Now, Suzi, you know how annoyed he gets if you interrupt him when he's concentrating. Just call Mrs. Price and tell her to hurry."
There was a brief pause, and Marcy wondered if the other girl could hear the slurping of her boss's tongue as he chewed and licked at her dripping cunt. She didn't really care, but she hoped Suzi would make the call in spite of her suspicions.
"All right, Marcy," the voice said finally. "It's no skin off my nose. I'll call Mrs. Price and deliver the message."
"Thank you, Suzi," Marcy said, making her voice a caress. She released the button and looked at the clock, trying to estimate how long it would take Mrs. Price to hurry into town and burst through that office door. She wanted to be sure she and Rodney were in the most sexually provocative position possible when that happened. But in the meantime she was going to enjoy him in every way she could think.
She inched her hips forward on the desk, releasing his ears and thrusting upward so that the dripping marsh her pussy had become smeared over his whole face. Price groaned with pleasure, and his tongue found her clit and drew it between his lips, sucking avidly.
Marcy moaned, and slid her legs onto his shoulders, pressing the golden cunt tighter against his mouth.
"More, more, please more!" she said. "Drive your tongue in deeper! Suck the whole cunt! That's it that's the way I like to be eaten. I like a man's tongue to run right through me. I like to feel it lick up the hot juice – poke at the inside of my cunt – touch my very depths!"
The only sound from the man was a loud slurping noise as he followed every instruction she gave. Marcy's delight increased as she realized what a hold she had over him.
"Do you like the taste of my cunt, Mr. Price? You should, it was specially flavored for you. It was spiced and perfumed and stirred to the boiling point so there would be lots of juice – so it would run down your chin like it's doing now – so it would cover your nose, your eyes and your cheeks!"
"Slurp… slurp… slurp," was all that came from Mr. Price.
"Take the cunt lips between your teeth, Mr. Price. Chew on them – gently. And now a little harder. Eat me like you want to swallow all of Marcy."
A whimpering sound came from between her legs, and she squeezed his head in gratitude as his teeth nipped at the blood-filled cunt lips and threatened the roots of her throbbing clitoris.
"It's sooooo nice just to lie here and stare at the ceiling and feel your mouth doing all those delicious things to me. Just think, if I hadn't been such a frozen little shrimp, we could have been doing this every day for as long as I've worked here." Marcy felt hot gusts of lust building up in her groin like a desert wind about to sweep everything before it.
"More, more, more!" she ordered, grabbing his hair and using it to pull herself up until she was almost riding his face. "Lick me, suck me, tongue me! I'm getting close now! You do want me to cum, don't you, Mr. Price? You do want me to cum in your mouth?"
"Yes… oh God, yes!" the muffled words were tortured. "I'd die if you didn't! I've wanted you to for so long!"
"Okay, I'm going to cream into your mouth until you'll feel like you're drowning! You're going to be covered all over with my cunt juice! There'll be so much you can swim in it!" The newly familiar burning was in Marcy's loins now. She felt as though someone had started a four-alarm fire deep inside her, and only the thirsting tongue of the man between her legs could put it out.
"More… more… deeper… deeper… oh you're such a good cunt sucker! Such a marvelous pussy eater! I'm going to suck your cock just as good as you're doing me. I'm fucking your mouth now, and later you'll get to fuck my mouth and I'll swallow every hot drop of your cum! Now!! Here! Come – now!" Marcy reared up, completely off the desk, holding onto Price's head. Her feet thumped on his back as the river of fire inside her broke free and hit his mouth like a blast from a furnace.
"Drink it – drink all the girl jism! Sip the perfumed cunt juice!" She rocked back and forth on the man, twisting on his face, slamming her flooding cunt against his mouth and screaming so loud she was sure Suzi could hear her, in spite of the soundproofed ceilings and walls.
Marcy twitched a couple more times, and then let Mr. Price ease her back onto the desk. He still couldn't seem to believe what had happened.
"Thank you, Marcy, for letting me do that," he said humbly. "I haven't done anything that exciting in years. Your cunt is like a perfumed garden."
"Maybe all cunts are when you really get into them, Mr. Price," Marcy said.
"No, no one else's could be as sweet," he insisted, kissing her thighs, her belly, and the little mounds at the back of her thighs where they joined her ass cheeks. Marcy stretched languidly, and rolled her lower body back and forth so he could kiss her wherever he had a mind to, and lick the pungent, sticky cum from her flesh.
"I've got you all over me," he said after a few minutes. "Perhaps I should go wash up."
"No, don't! Please don't reject me that way!" She wanted him to reek of her jism when his wife arrived. "Don't you like the taste and smell of me all over you?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Darling little Marcy. Always so aloof and cold before, and now so willing and available."
"Not to mention eager," she giggled, and suddenly slid down into his lap facing him. She searched for his cock with her cunt, rubbing her wet slit along its length. "Wouldn't you like to put that in me, Mr. Price?"
He sucked in his breath. "You know I would! Can't you feel how it throbs for you! I want to put it in you so far it'll come out the top of your head!"
"Then do it!" she whispered, raising up a little and pushing at his pants to get them out of the way.
"Marcy, I never dreamed you could be this way," he said in wonder. "So giving… so free… so lusting!"
"I couldn't be before, Mr. Price," she said. "I'm entirely different now. In just a few days I've been released from a lifetime of inhibition and repression. The inner woman has been aroused and turned loose to do as she pleases. Marcy of the compressed lips, the closed thighs, and the virginal cunt has been forcibly removed. And there underneath, where she was all the time, I discovered this other Marcy. Marcy, the primal woman, whose reason for existence is a cunt that can be filled with cock, and a mouth that can serve man or woman."
"Marcy, you almost shock me!" Mr. Price laughed shakily. "And I always thought I was such a swinger."
"If you are, then swing that prick into me," she said, rubbing along the length of his maleness.
"Oh darling Marcy, you're so adorable! So delicious! What you're doing for me today is beyond price!" His eyes were bright and shining as he looked at her. "Forget the twenty thousand dollars, darling. I'll pay it back for you, and no one will ever know the difference."
"No – no!" Marcy protested. "I'm doing this for you, Mr. Price! It would be ruined if you gave me anything for it. I'm doing it for pure lust, and money would spoil it. Don't you understand?"
He looked puzzled. "I guess so, but…"
She wriggled her bottom and rearranged her thighs slightly, then let her open cunt sink down on his enflamed weapon. The wonderful sense of fullness made her senses swim, and when her golden cunt hair mixed with his wiry gray hair and her buttocks came to rest on his balls, she shivered with ecstasy.
"Do you understand now?" she asked softly, steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders as she rode his manly shaft.
"Yes, Marcy, I understand," he said, thrusting up into her with such force that he almost sent her flying off the rod that kept her pinioned to his lap.
"Then fuck me, Mr. Price darling! Fuck me long and hard!"
He plowed deeply into her again. "Oh God, Marcy, you're so tight! Just like the virgin I always thought you were!"
"I was a virgin," she said. "It was a sickness I had to get over. Now my cunt is like a singing flame, searching for fresh man meat to feed it. Before it was a barren desert, bleak with superstition and fear, a joyless monument to a puritanical upbringing and a soul that was dead."
"Why, Marcy, that's almost like poetry."
"Fucking is poetry, Mr. Price. It is also music and art. There is nothing on the face of the earth to equal it, nothing that can take its place."
Her tight wet flesh gripped him, her hyper-sensitive inner cunt walls grasping every line and curve of the cock upon which she was impaled. It sensed the rounded knob on the end, and the thick veins along the sides that gave it life. She was so carried away in her lustful imaginings that she thought she could feel the tiny slit in the tip, and even the color of it the purplish knob, the rusty reds and browns of the shaft, and the darker brown of the sacs at its base. The pleasure of the friction of sensitive flesh against sensitive flesh, the buildup of tension in the delicate inner walls of her vagina, the tiny nerve endings in her clitoris that sent electric shocks of keenest sensation to her brain: all combined to convince her all over again of the inestimable value of her new-found voluptuousness.
"I could sit here on that driving spear forever," she whispered. "I could let you stab me with it until I was nothing but a sieve. I could fuck and fuck and fuck."
She rocked on him and rolled her hips, feeling the hard flesh twirl inside her. Tightening her thighs, she concentrated on flexing and releasing her internal muscles as she rode up and down his throbbing organ.
"Marcy, how could you have learned so much in such a short time? You know more about gripping a cock with your cunt than any whore or call girl I've ever been with. Innocent little Marcy? Who taught you?"
"Dr. Villiers. Three days with him and any woman can be my equal," she said modestly. But Dr. Villiers had said she was something special, different from other women. The primal urge in her might not be so strong in everyone, although there was always the ache for lust, the craving to engage in a multitude of sexual experiences. Her desire to fuck and be fucked, suck and be sucked, eat and be eaten was a driving, living force that was irresistible, now that it had been released.
Marcy pressed her tiny clit hard against Price's shaft while she rolled her cunt in circles around his manhood. Harder and harder, faster and faster, round and round and round.
"Drive into me! Stab me! Break me in half!" she yelled, kicking her legs outward and then slamming her thighs back against his legs, pounding her lust-crazed cunt against his pulsing loins, feeling the head of his prick thudding into the farthest depths of her pussy.
She stared into his eyes as she drew upward, almost letting him escape. He got the message, and reared up hard just as she slammed down with all her might. They met halfway, and the brutal thrust of his member against the thin wall at her cunt bottom would have frightened her if she hadn't already learned how resilient it was.
"I think I'm going to cum!" Marcy said, her voice rising on each word. "I am! I can feel the pleasure shooting along, my veins, I can feel that fucking cock of yours swelling and ramming and beating inside me. You're going to make me cum!"
Price grunted, and they both exploded violently. She screeched with the joy of being so thoroughly used. Her perfumed and spicy cunt juice joined his steamy semen deep inside her, and the combined man-girl cum ran out over both of them.
Marcy collapsed with her head on Price's shoulder, her arms draped around him, her sleek thighs resting on either side of him. His shaft was still spouting inside her, she could feel it dribbling into the already full puddle. It stirred her to move a little, to initiate a sucking, drinking movement with her cunt that was intended to wring every last drop from his organ.
"Wonderful… most wonderful… nothing like it… no woman anywhere… not thousand dollar Paris whore I once had… not the Hollywood sex bomb who made her pocket money fucking any guy with a hundred dollar bill in his hand. None can touch you, Marcy – sweet Marcy!"
"Of course they can't," she said, rocking gently on his softening prick.
"But how can such an innocent child outdo women like that?"
"They didn't have the advantages I had," Marcy said, flexing her inner muscles to capture the last few drops of his jism and his soul along with it.
"Advantages?"
"Yes. They didn't go through the virgin experiment," Marcy said. "They didn't have Dr. Villiers' expert treatments."
"Dr. Villiers? Who is he?"
"I don't know," she said, "but he's the one who taught me to milk a man, to draw the last drop of cream from his cock and then get him going again."
"Again? Oh no, Marcy. I'm fifty. Maybe I could have once, but not now."
"Wait – just wait," she said, rubbing the still enflamed lips of her cunt over his now limp manhood, sliding down a little to grip his balls and squeeze.
"Tell me about this Dr. Villiers, Marcy. Where did you meet him? What does he want?"
"He wants everyone in the world to be like me," she said. "He wants everyone to want to fuck twenty-four hours a day, and when they aren't fucking, to enjoy sucking cocks or eating pussy."
"Marcy, Marcy! Has he made you into a nympho?" Price asked.
"No, no chance. A nympho doesn't really enjoy sex, and Marcy enjoys. Oh God, does she enjoy!" She was kneading his soft man flesh with her trained cunt lips.
Price made a move to lift her off his lap. "We really ought to get decent, in case anyone walks in."
"No one is going to walk in," Marcy said, clinging to him like a leech and refusing to be moved. No one but your wife, that is. And when she gets here I'm going to fuck her and teach you to fuck her, eat her and teach you to eat her. I think that must be my mission in life, the reason why I was born, the reason why Dr. Villiers found me and sent me out to conquer the world with my unstoppable cunt.
"Marcy, you look so wild – what is it? What's the matter?"
"Get hard! Get hard, you bastard!" She was grinding her cunt lips against him now. "I want it! I want it!"
"Marcy, please." He leaned sideways and picked her panties up off the floor. "Here, put these on and let me go wash up."
"No! The only place you're going is over on that couch with me! Ever since I came to work here, you've been trying to get me down on that work bench of yours, and now you're going to succeed! You can have me the way you've always wanted me, fiat on my back with my legs spread and my cunt wide open!"
He stood up still holding her, and tried to set her on her feet. "Marcy, listen to me. I would if I could. When I was younger, it might have been possible, but not now."
"Now, now, now!" she said, pounding her fists on his chest. Mrs. Price was going to be coming through that door any minute, and they had to be in such a lust-provoking situation that she could just reach out and draw the woman into it.
"But you can see for yourself how soft I am," Price said, as she tried to drag him toward the couch.
"That won't last for long. I'll have you hard again in no time," she said, dropping to her knees in front of him and taking the drooping cock into her mouth. She tasted the tang of his cum, and realized the other taste was her own. She liked the taste. Golly, if I were a contortionist, I could lick my own cunt! Wouldn't that be groovy? I'll bet even Dr. Villiers has never thought of a kinky thing like that!
"Marcy, please stop that. You're hurting me. I told you, I won't be able to get hard again for hours."
"Ha! It's getting hard right now!" she said triumphantly.
Price looked down in astonishment. "Why, it is – a little bit, anyway."
Marcy pressed on both sides of the cockhead with her fingers so that the tiny slit opened. Then she probed at it with the tip of her tongue.
"It's like a tiny cunt," she said, "just like my clit is like a tiny cock. Isn't that fascinating?"
But Price wasn't interested. He was getting more jittery by the minute. "Marcy, don't. Suppose Suzi gets to wondering why you're here so long and comes in? And the mail delivery is almost due. I wouldn't want the office boy or the mail clerk to find us like this."
"Why not?" she said. "It wouldn't bother me." She got to her feet and began pulling him toward the couch, holding onto his half-hard cock. "You come with me, Rodney Price – right now!"
Price looked dazed at her ordering him around, and went with her as though half-hypnotized. He reminded Marcy of herself when Dr. Villiers had led her around and she had followed so meekly. It dawned on her that now she was the leader! Her overpowering sensuality held the man gripped in the iron vice of passion, and he couldn't escape until she let him. It gave her a thrilling sense of power, and a desire to make him do things that would both enthrall and humiliate him.
She stepped back away from him and drew herself up to her full height, unbuttoning her prim blouse and unzipping the ladylike skirt. Casting them aside, she faced him with lustful fury, and her voice was severe as she commanded, "Take your clothes off, Rodney! I want to see you naked!"
He looked frightened, but still glanced at the door uneasily. "But what if Suzi or someone comes in?"
"Never mind that! Do as you're told!" Marcy threw that the danger of someone coming in unexpectedly would add to his excitement, and she wanted to shock and arouse him even more. "If Suzi comes in, we'll both fuck Suzi. I was going to do it later anyway, so it won't make that much difference."
Price's mouth fell open, and his cock hardened a bit more.
"Take your clothes off, Rodney!" Her voice cracked like a whip. "Take them off at once!"
"Y-yes, Marcy," he stuttered. "Of c-course, d-darling."
"That's better," she finally said, and walked back to his desk to slip her spike-heeled red pumps back on. She hadn't worn a bra, so all that remained off her clothes were a black garter belt with red roses embroidered on it, and the dark nylons that emphasized the curves of her legs and provided a sharp contrast to the golden triangle they framed. She returned to him, letting her bare breasts bounce arrogantly with every step, beginning to enjoy her dominant woman role.
His clothes were gone, and she stood staring at his firm, trim body, considering how she'd make use of it first. He shivered a little, and she noted that his prick was erect. He obviously liked being treated this way.
"Get down on your hands and knees, Rod!" she commanded. "Crawl to me and worship me the way a Goddess should be worshipped!"
He looked at her, his eyes wide and his mouth slack. The vibrant beauty of her body had never appealed to him more. "Yes, you are a Goddess, you truly are!" he said, and fell to his knees at her feet. "Tell me your pleasure, Golden One! I am yours to command!"
"And command you I will," she promised haughtily. "First you may kiss my feet. Later I may permit you to do the same for my ankles, and then proceed slowly up my legs to the glorious cunt you adore. This time, when you lick me to orgasm, you will open your mouth and let me piss in it! I will tread on you with my high heels and beat you if you disobey! Do you understand?"
"Yes, Marcy – yes, my Goddess," he whimpered, groveling at her feet.