"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.
CHAPTER NINE
"Do a good job, Rodney!" the Goddess Marcy ordered. "Be a good little slave and earn your reward!"
"Yes, yes, my beautiful blonde Goddess. I lick your feet for the privilege of licking your cunt and drinking at the golden fountain," Mr. Price babbled, reaching up to unhook the stockings from her garter belt and draw them down her legs reverently.
"Hurry, slave, or I'll use this on you!" Marcy had picked up a thin steel ruler from the desk, and was threatening Price with it. The sudden reversal of authority in their relationship sent renewed lust racing through her, and she could see its arousing effect on him. The minor miracle of Marcy McCall, the meek and modest virgin, being transformed into a dominating, demanding tyrant with an all-conquering cunt, was all she needed to turn her on.
"You make a good body servant, Rodney," she said, stretching out a leg so he could draw the stocking off, and also so that he could see the rosy gash under her golden thatch and smell the heat of her lust.
"Now the other one!" she commanded, slapping the ruler sharply across his white buttocks.
He whimpered, but she noticed that his cock was rock hard now.
"I shall have to punish you again, you are really much too slow!" Marcy said. She lifted the ruler above her head and brought it down stingingly once on each buttock, leaving two red streaks.
Price grunted and prostrated himself at her feet, his swollen prick crushed against the floor as he kissed Marcy's feet passionately. He licked in and out between her toes, kissing her instep and working back to her sole and heel. As Marcy looked down at him, she could feel the lips of her pussy pulsing and a trickle of sex juice flowing down the inside of her thigh.