Wholesome County: Part Five

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven

Chapter Six: Big City

Monica lay, sweaty and satisfied, in the arms of Kimiko. Her Japanese lover's soft breasts under her hands were slick with perspiration. After that brief return home, spending a good hour in sapphic passion was just what Monica needed.

Despite Kimiko's wonderful tongue in her pussy, and the taste of her in Monica's mouth, dispelling the images of her transformed mother and sister wasn't easy. Kimiko had seen the distress on her girlfriend's face, taken her to bed, and worked hard at relieving that distress. It hadn't entirely worked, though Monica did feel much more relaxed.

"Are you ready to talk about it?" Kimiko asked.

"I should have stayed," Monica said. "I should have stayed with them. I could have done something."

"What could you have done?"

"I don't know. Something. It's like they're completely different people. When I was a kid, just before my dad died, I saw it happen to a few others. There was this widow, Sue Ellen. She had a bakery in town. George Allen and his witch wife wanted the fanciest cake for their daughter's tenth birthday. Sue Ellen didn't finish it in time for the party. Flu hit the town hard that year. It wasn't her fault."

"What did they do?" Kimiko asked.

"The Bakery was closed for a week, and Sue Ellen was at home in bed. When she came back, it wasn't to reopen the bakery. No. It stayed closed for another three weeks, but contractors from Big Bill Anders' crews were busy at work on it. By the time it reopened, it wasn't a bakery anymore. It was the town's first sex shop, and holier-than-thou Sue Ellen was behind the counter wearing slutty lingerie."

"My God."

"Of course, people whispered about George and Lola. They always did. That's all they did, though. They whispered. No one raised a finger. Some of the degenerates did frequent the shop, though, and talk was that Sue Ellen herself was manning a gloryhole in the back of the place."

"Why do we want to go to this place?" Kimiko asked.

"George and Lola murdered my dad. I know it. Other people know it. I can't just let him get away with it until he shrivels up and dies. He's a devil, and that whole county is under his spell. Now my mom, and Grace. Listen. I know this isn't your fight. You have your art, and I want you to be happy. I'll understand if you change your mind. I have to do this. You don't."

Kimiko softly stroked her cheek, saying, "I'll follow you anywhere."

***

Monica and Henry's firm in the city was mostly shuttered. The ever-reliable paralegals had already moved to Wholesome County. All that remained was a few files on their last case, which Monica would close up on Monday.

It wasn't the files that Monica had come to the office for, however. It was to meet with the woman across the one remaining desk. Angela Green was a private investigator, young, but damn good at her job. Henry had been using her for a few years now.

Monica was quite sure the woman was somewhere on the spectrum, but that only seemed to make her more adept and thorough. Today, Angela was here with news on what she'd discovered going through old Wholesome County medical records, and a few interviews with people from town.

"It's like you said, most people just button up when you bring up George's election win, or the circumstances around your dad's death. I did find a few who were willing to talk, though. The medical records are less promising," Angela said.

"I'm guessing Wholesome County is a little behind the times when it comes to digitizing files?" Monica asked.

"Well, there's that, sure. Most of them were lost in a fire eight years ago, though. That's the biggest problem. And the coroner who examined your dad and his supporters ended up on the slab himself only a year later. Heart failure."

"How coincidental."

"I had a friend of mine here in the city go over his record, but he didn't find any evidence of foul play. It looks completely natural," Angela said.

"Looks."

"There is a pattern, though. I haven't put all together, but I'm making progress. I'm headed back to do a little more digging tomorrow."

Monica stood, shook Angela's hand, and said, "I appreciate it."

"Your bank account won't," Angela said with a grin.

"It'll be worth it. Thank you."

When Angela left, Monica stayed a while longer, this time to go over the file on their last case. It would be the final door closing on her time in the city. Then, it was time to go home.

Chapter Seven: Bill's New Sex Doll

Catarina was already in her office when Bill arrived just after seven with Stephanie in tow. She waved them in. Stephanie flitted to the desk.

"This my station?" she asked.

"That's it," Catarina said.

"I brought some stuff to decorate. Let me get coffee going, and I'll start making this place beautiful while you and Bill do your thing."

Stephanie went out and returned with a coffee maker, which she took into the kitchenette in back.

"Ready to look it over?" Bill asked, holding up several rolled documents.

Catarina gestured to the conference room, where Bill spread the plats on the table.

"Now, I could be an ass about this and just throw money at it until I get it all," Bill said as he took a seat.

"You could be," Catarina agreed, frowning.

"But I won't. I think we can come to an agreement and save both of us a costly bidding war."

"What do you have in mind?"

"There are two particular tracts that are non-negotiable," Bill said, pointing to the surveys. "Here and here. They border land that's already actively being farmed by my family. If you agree not to fight me on it, I'll make concessions for anything else."

Cat looked them over. They were huge portions of the new incorporation. However, even her inherited fortune had limits. Getting into a long and costly fight over two plots of land out of dozens didn't make sense.

"Alright," Catarina agreed. "They're yours. Let's talk about the rest."

Stephanie appeared with two cups of coffee and set one in front of Catarina.

"Black," she said.

"How did you know?" Catarina asked.

"Ivy told me. Also, I ordered lilies for the reception area. She says they're your favorite."

"Thank you," Catarina said.

Bill cocked his head and said, "What did I say?"

"Alright. She's off to a good start," Catarina said, take a long drink of the coffee. "And she makes good coffee."

"You have no idea," Bill said. "The way she brews it, you'll feel like a new woman in no time."

"Anything else, boss?" Stephanie asked.

"No. Thank you."

Stephanie returned to the car and began bringing in framed art, vases, and decor. Catarina tugged at her collar.

"Stephanie," she called. Stephanie poked her head in. "Do you mind turning down the air a couple degrees? It's a little warm in here."

"Sure thing, boss."

"I'm surprised you aren't sweating," she said to Bill.

"You get used to the heat. Maybe you should lose the jacket."

Catarina nodded and slipped off her jacket, slinging it over her chair.

"Where were we?" she asked.

Bill slid his chair a little closer to her. While he spoke and pointed at the surveys, Catarina's listened, but didn't really hear. Having Bill so close, the heat of him, the smell of him, was intoxicating. Had he always been so… confident?

She tugged at her collar again. Surely Stephanie had turned down the temperature by now. Why was it so warm?

"Cat?" Bill asked.

"Hmm?"

"You okay?"

Catarina nodded. "Yeah. I guess I didn't sleep well. I'm a little fuzzy."

Bill gestured to the couch and suggested, "Why don't we take a minute. Finish your coffee and wake up a bit. Let's have a seat over there."

Catarina nodded and followed him to the little couch, where she folded her legs under her. Bill sat heavily on the couch, and when Catarina pulled her legs up, they touched his. He was so warm.

"We'll be working with each other a lot," he said. "Maybe we should just get to know one another a little bit?"

Catarina nodded, swallowed, and took another drink of the coffee. It was so good.

"Stephanie says you used to do a little modeling. Is that right?"

"Oh, it was back in college. Some fashion stuff just for extra money."

"Well, you've got the body for it," Bill said, openly staring at her chest.

Catarina blushed under his gaze. It was like he could see through her top.

"It was nothing racy," she said. "I just couldn't really stand the industry. It was objectifying, really."

Bill chuckled. "Yeah. I could see how a girl with tits like yours would keep dicks stiff at a photo shoot."

Catarina looked down at her tits and her blush deepened. "That's nice of you to say," she stammered.

"Well, I just call it like I see it," Bill said, placing his hand on her leg. "I mean, what size are those melons? Gotta be a solid D, if I guess right."

Catarina giggled. "You guessed right."

God, his hand on her leg was so hot. There was a sheen of sweat on his brow now, and Catarina wiped it away. It was distracting her from looking at his bald spot. That sexy bald spot. Bill really was an attractive man. How had she missed it before?

"Why don't we just let these breathe a little bit," Bill said as he undid the top buttons on her blouse. "That stuff works quick, and I we don't want you getting this nice blouse all sweaty, do we?"

"Stuff?" Catarina said, putting her hand to her head but making no move to stop him.

"Good stuff," Bill said as he continued working the buttons. "One of Aunt Lola's finest concoctions. Just a drop and you become downright suggestible. Hell, I'll bet you're even looking at me and getting a nice wet pussy, aren't you?"

Catarina's hands shook as she put one to her crotch. It was hot and wet. Bill now had the buttons undone on her blouse and he began pushing it back, revealing her bra. He whistled.

"Yeah. Those are a real nice pair. Sexy bra, too. You probably wore that for me, didn't you?"

Catarina shook her head. She didn't think she'd worn it for Bill. It was for Henry, her husband, to surprise him later. Now that Bill mentioned it, though, it did make sense.

"What better way to show your appreciation for all I'm doing than to dress up in something sexy for me, right?"

He put a hand on one of her breasts and squeezed.

"What… what did you do to me?" she asked as he head swam.

"Like I said. A little drop of the good stuff. Even better is I can tell you all about it, and you won't even care! Hell, you won't tell a soul. Know why? Because your little brain is convincing you that I'm the hunk you've been waiting for all your life. Isn't that right?"

"I… don't know," Catarina said as Bill felt her tits.

"Your hands are so shaky," he said. "Let me help."

He took her hands and placed them on his crotch.

"Why are you doing this? Why am I?" Catarina asked as she groped his hard-on through his pants.

"It's not personal, Kitty. It's family business. Henry and his old chum are looking into things that should stay buried. It's trouble for the county. Upsets the old apple cart as it were. So, we're making a few changes for the greater good. You understand."

Catarina did understand. She didn't agree, but now her head was on fire and the only thing she could think about was Bill. He practically glowed in her vision, and the feel of his hard cock in her hands had her panties soaking through.

"Why don't you climb on my lap, Kitty? Take off that skirt. That's a girl."

Catarina tugged down her skirt. Before she could straddle his lap, though, Bill put his hands on her hips and turned her around, admiring her from all angles before she climbed onto him. She groaned as her wet crotch made contact with his hard-on, her pussy grinding against it as she put her arms around his neck.

"Now that is a real sexy choice," Bill said. "The garters are a nice touch."

Catarina moaned and parted her lips as he pressed his own against them, pushing his tongue into her mouth and placing his hands on her ass. While they kissed, Catarina ground against his erection, more turned on than she could ever remember. Even Henry couldn't get her this hot. It was incredible. Bill was more man than any she'd ever met.

A quarter of an hour passed as she dry-humped him, and then Bill gently pushed her back.

"Kneel there, Kitty," he instructed, pointing to the floor.

Catarina knelt.

"Open your mouth."

She did it, sticking out her tongue. Bill pulled a small vial from his pocket and dropped a single drop of blue liquid on her tongue.

"Have to space them out a bit, you see. Aunt Lola's instructions. I've never actually tried to feed them to a bitch faster, but she did say it doesn't end well. I certainly don't want to hurt my new sex doll."

Catarina gasped as a rush of pleasure shot through her brain and cunt. Her body quaked with a near-orgasmic spike.

"Yeah," Bill said. "This is where it starts to get good. You don't mind helping old Bill out with this hard dick, right?"

Cat's hands were already rubbing his cock again of their own accord. She undid his belt, wrestling it from beneath his gut, and tugged down his pants. He wore nothing beneath them, and grinned when she looked at his cock and a string of drool fell from her mouth to her cleavage.

"Up you go, horny girl," he said, pulling her into his lap. "You just slip those sexy panties aside and—" Catarina sank down onto his shaft with a quiver and a moan. "There you go. Take that for a little ride. Hubby won't mind. Well, he might at first, but don't you worry about that. He'll be taken care of."

Catarina no longer cared that she was cheating, fucking this greasy man in her new office. He was gorgeous. From his thinning hair to his gut, Bill was a dream. He didn't even need a big dick to pleasure her. His stiff little wood was the best she'd ever felt.

She gripped the sides of his face and pulled him in, squealing as she kissed him. Her hips ground against him, pushing his cock deeper as she rode him on the couch. She barely noticed Stephanie entering the conference room. It was only when Stephanie moved behind Bill and began taking pictures with her phone that Catarina looked up at the camera in confusion.

"Don't you worry about that, Kitty," Bill said. "Steph's just getting a little evidence of your blatant cheating and disregard for the sanctity of marriage. Sexy, right?"

God, it was sexy! It was so hot. Catarina groaned and pushed her tongue back into his mouth, riding him harder for the camera.

"You go, boss," Stephanie said. "Fuck Billy good for the camera. Henry's going to love it. Wow! You are gonna be one hot little sex doll!"

Bill groaned and his cock began spewing a potent load into Catarina's cunt. She shook and came along with him, but the flood didn't seem to end. It just kept coming, pouring more and more cock cream into her. Even when the flow stopped, his dick remained hard as she rode him to another orgasm.

***

Catarina had never been fucked so many times in one morning, and it still wasn't over. Though she was leaking semen and bathed in sweat, Bill's cock was still hard. By late morning, she was on her knees again with her mouth open as Bill placed another drop of the blue stuff on her tongue.

If the second dose had been near-orgasmic, the third was a system shock. She fell over and convulsed on the floor, clutching her leaking cunt as jolt after jolt of pleasure rocked her core. Stephanie laughed out loud, catching the moment on her camera.

There were spots in her vision when she came off the orgasmic high, only to have Bill haul her off the floor and bend her over the conference table. He squeezed her ass, saying, "If you tell me Henry hasn't made use of this amazing butt, I might think you're lying. You ever take it up the backdoor, Kitty?"

"N… no."

"Well, damn. Since you can't lie to me, I guess it's true. Well, that ends today."

And with no ceremony, not even a finger up the butt first, Bill parted her cheeks and pushed his dick into her. Stephanie squealed as she caught the moment of penetration on the camera, before putting it in Cat's face and getting her shocked reaction.

"Ah! Oh, God!" she cried.

Bill groaned as he forced his cock deeper, gripping Catarina's hips.

"Nothing like a good ass cherry," he said through gritted teeth. "And what an ass. God damn, Kitty. I'm going to get a lot of mileage out of this butthole. Shame I can't knock you up this way. Well, you're probably already knocked up, but it's a shame none-the-less."

"Maybe my mom knows a way?" Stephanie suggested.

Bill laughed. "If anyone does, it's Aunt Lola. Going to have to check on that."

"Oh, fuck!" Catarina squealed again as Bill began fucking her ass.

He battered her backdoor with hard, short strokes driving her hips against the table as Catarina grunted and moaned. She looked into the camera, her hair a tangled mess. Bill grabbed it in his fist, pulling her head back as he fucked her. Tears of shame at her own arousal streamed down her cheeks as she came for him, and Bill filled her asshole with another load.

Even so, his harsh buttfucking continued until Catarina lay nearly immobile on the table, her legs weak and shaking. Bill finally pulled his cock out and let her slide to the floor, where he mounted her chest and pushed his dick into her mouth.

"What say we break for lunch? Your place? Good choice, sex doll. I'll drive. We'll have a nice fuck in your marital bed and get you a change of clothes. It's going to be a busy night.

Catarina whimpered when he pulled his cock out of her mouth and slipped his pants back on. She needed more of it. It was the finest cock she'd ever sucked, ever fucked. Why did he have to take it away.

"Don't bother getting dressed," Bill said. "I like you this way. Come on, Steph."

He dragged Catarina to the car with Stephanie behind and pushed her into the passenger seat. When he started the car, he pulled his cock out once more, pushed Catarina's mouth down on it, and drove to her home. He fed her one more sloppy load of goo just before they pulled to the side of the road.

"Stay down there and suck, sex doll," Bill ordered. "Steph, go make sure that weird bitch sister of Henry's is out of the house."

"I'll take her next door for a swim," Stephanie said. "Give me five minutes."

In less than five minutes, Bill's phone pinged. "That's our cue, slut. Let's go make love."

He rounded the car and pulled Catarina out by the hair, then latched onto her arm and pulled her up the driveway in her sexy bra and panties. He paused at the front door.

"Don't you want to carry your true love across the threshold?" he asked.

Catarina looked puzzled, blushed, and then she attempted to lift him. Of course, it was impossible, but Bill chuckled as she strained for a minute.

"Alright. That's enough. Nice try. Guess you're better at carrying a set of tits than a man. In you go, sex doll."

He opened the door and pushed her through. Catarina stumbled, caught herself against the wall, and Bill shut the door.

"Lead the way," he instructed.

He followed behind her, eyes on her ass, as they climbed the steps to the master bedroom. She opened the door and paused, shaking her head in confusion. Was this right? Wasn't this the room she shared with Henry? She loved Henry. Only Henry wasn't her man. Bill was her man. That was a fundamental truth.

"Let's strip those sweaty lacy things off you," Bill said, unhooking her bra and pulling off her garters and panties.

When he had her nude, he shoved her onto the bed, pulled off his clothes, and mounted her like a bitch.

"Yeah, I don't think I'll ever get tired of jamming your cunt. This is good shit, babe."

Catarina squealed as he clutched her ass in his hands and commenced pumping her cunt again. While she moaned, she stared at the wedding photo of herself and Henry on the bedside table. What had she been thinking? That guy? He was hardly a man. Not like Bill.

Henry had never fucked her this much, never called her his sex doll. He hadn't even pushed his cock into her ass. What was wrong with her ass? Bill loved it. Henry was such a dud.

Bill fucked her for several minutes before pulling out, flipping her onto her back, and climbing between her legs. He shoved his cock back into her, brought his weight down on her chest, and began to fuck her again. Catarina could hardly breathe but that didn't matter. She had Bill's cock in her. That was what was important.

***

Bill shared a shower with his new sex doll, after which he picked out an "appropriate" outfit. As she didn't own much that Bill considered sexy, he stole a short red skirt and skimpy top from Ivy's closet. She did have stockings, garters, and a red thong, which Bill had her wear. The ensemble was quite ridiculous, and made Catarina feel like a… like a sex doll.

Catarina kept her mouth around his prick as they drove into town, where Bill dragged her into the only sex shop in town. The place seemed empty when they arrived, not even a single employee on the floor.

"This way," Bill said, pulling Catarina with him toward the back.

When they rounded a corner, three men stood in a line outside a booth. Each of them wore a mask and shuffled their feet nervously when Bill appeared. However, they all looked Catarina up and down. Bill pulled back the curtain on an adjacent booth.

"Sue," he said. "I need your help."

"Hey, man," one of the guys in line said. "We already paid for the hole!"

The blonde woman in the booth staggered out, wiping her mouth. Bill turned to Catarina and said, "You're going to have to fill in for a bit."

"What?" Catarina asked, looking into the booth.

Inside, a man's penis protruded from a hole in the wall. It was shiny and slick with spit. On the floor was a crusty cushion, coated in aged and drying semen and saliva.

"I need Sue to help me pick out an outfit, and you're the only other slut here, so get down and suck cock. You heard the man. They've already paid."

"O… okay," Catarina said, entering the booth and getting to her knees in front of the hole.

Bill took Sue by the arm and guided her toward the shop floor.

"I'm waiting, babe," said the man on the other side of the wall.

"Start sucking, slut," a man in line said. "I got to get back to work in twenty."

Catarina did not want to start sucking a strange man's penis. However, it was what Bill wanted. That was more important. She opened her mouth, put her lips around the spit-soaked prick, and sucked. The man sighed.

Catarina sucked but the man on the other side of the wall wasn't cumming.

"What is this? Amateur hour?" he grumbled, banging his cock through the hole and into her mouth.

Catarina pulled back. The last man in line stepped into the booth with her and pushed her head against the wall.

"Try it now, man," he said, holding Cat's face to the dirty wall. "You just make a nice little O and let the nice man fuck your mouth."

Catarina, with little choice, formed a seal with her lips. The man on the other side began to fuck it.

"Better. Thanks," he said.

This technique proved effective, and within a few minutes, he groaned and began squirting hot jizz into Catarina's mouth. He exited the booth, was replaced by the next man, and soon she had another cock jamming her face. The second man fed her a load after a few minutes, and as he left the booth, Bill appeared with Sue.

He pulled her up, slapped her face twice and said, "I'm ready to go. What are you doing? You think I brought you here to sit around and suck dick all day? Come on."

Bewildered, with trails of cum and spit dripping down her chin, Catarina stumbled behind bill toward the front of the shop. Sue knelt on the cushion and took her place. Bill dragged her back out to the car and began to drive.

"Put your feet up and the dash and play with your cunt," he ordered. "We've got a little drive."

The little drive took them to the next town over, where Bill stopped the car at an establishment on the outskirts. The place was done up in the style of steakhouse, with a neon sign on the front. The bright, pink letters blazed the word, "TITS" for the world to see.

Catarina stumbled precariously on her heels through the gravel lot. Gentleman that he was, Bill stood at the door and nodded to it, tapping his foot until Catarina got the message and opened it for him. He strode inside like he owned the place.

He did, in fact, own the place, Catarina learned as a busty brunette hurried over.

"Hey, boss!" she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a deep kiss that made Catarina's wet pussy even wetter.

"This the one?" she asked as she broke away, eyeing Catarina up and down.

"That's her," Bill said. "Kitty, this is Sydney. We're not friends."

"We just fuck," Sydney said, giggling.

And before Catarina could react, Sydney pushed her tongue into her mouth and squeezed her melons. Caught off guard, Catarina's first instinct was to pull away as her eyes widened in disbelief. However, when she saw Bill's obvious amusement, she pushed harder into the kiss.

"Enough face-sucking," Bill said, snatching Catarina by the arm. "I'm hungry."

He pulled her to a table while stunned patrons watched and pushed her into a seat.

"What'll you have, boss?" Sydney asked.

"The usual. Kitty here will have a small salad, and make sure the cook gets a nice semen glaze on it."

"Semen glaze?" Catarina squeaked.

"You need to watch your figure. Sydney, put that in and come back to join us."

After a smack on the ass from Bill, Sydney shuffled into the back to deliver the order and returned to the table. While they waited, Sydney openly flirted with both Bill and Catarina, while Bill rubbed her cunt beneath the table.

"You know what I'd like to see?" Bill said suddenly. "A good spanking. Sydney, why don't you give Kitty a few whacks to entertain the customers?"

Sydney pulled Catarina from her chair as Bill leaned back in his, bending her over the table.

"She's got an ass like a peach," Sydney said.

"It takes a pounding, too," Bill remarked. "You should have seen her squeal when I rammed my dick up it. Heavenly."

Catarina blushed deeply as everyone in the establishment stared at her. Sydney drew back a hand and delivered a hard whack to Catarina's bottom that made her yelp. Bill helpfully tugged her skirt a little higher, and Sydney laid another whack on her ass.

"Ow!"

After a few more slaps on the ass, Bill instructed them to switch places, and it was Catarina's turn to spank the waitress. Bill rubbed his dick as he watched his new sex doll spank her first woman. It would certainly not be the last. When Sydney's ass was red and glowing, Bill reminded her he was hungry.

She waddled into the back, clutching her bottom, and returned with a tray. She set a full spread of chicken wings, a greasy burger, and three beers in front of Bill. Catarina received a salad, coated in a load of jizz.

"Eat up," Bill commanded.

Catarina poked at the cummy salad and pushed some into her mouth. She finished the salad and spent the rest of the meal making out with Sydney as Bill ate and drank. After he'd consumed the entire meal, he led the two girls back to his car.

As he drove, Catarina sat in the back with Sydney, who pulled out her tits. The entire ride to Bill's place, she sucked Catarina's tits, her tongue, and finger fucked her until she was a gooey mess.

Once inside Bill's home, he stripped off his clothes and took the women to his bedroom.

"Strip each other," he ordered.

Catarina and Sydney began pulling off one another's clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor as Bill lay back on the bed and stroked his meat.

"Come up here, sex doll," Bill commanded, and Catarina crawled up the bed to him.

He belched loudly in her face before pushing her head down on his cock. Sydney joined them, pushing her tongue into Bill's mouth as Catarina sucked.

"You taste like hot sauce," Sydney said with a giggle.

Bill pushed her toward his cock, and she began to share it with Catarina as he stroked their hair. With his dick good and hard, he ordered Catarina to mount his cock.

"Ride that dick, sex doll. I want those tits in my face and that dumb slut's tongue up your butthole."

"Isn't he the sweetest thing?" Sydney said.

Catarina, climbing onto his cock, had to agree. He was such a kind man, a true gentleman. How could she have ever thought otherwise?

For over an hour, Bill speared his cock into the two of them. Catarina had her first experience eating cunt, her face mashed into Sydney's freshly cummed-in pussy, while Bill took her from behind. It was not to be her last experience of the day, though.

While Bill caught his breath, he shot a homemade porno on his phone, chuckling as Sydney and Catarina did a lesbian fuck show on the bed for him. After watching for a while, though, Bill let the two of them nap.

"Some of us have important work to do," he said. "Can't just lay around like a lazy slut waiting on cock. You two snuggle a while."

As Catarina drifted off, worn out and sweaty in Sydney's arms, the woman rubbed her cunt and squeezed her tits.

"You're the hottest sex doll he's ever had," she whispered. "I sure hope the boss knocked this pretty pussy up. I can't wait to suck your big pregnant tits."

Catarina twitched in her sleep, her body had and her dreams feverish. Something was happening in her head, a kind of distress. None of this was right, while at the same time it was exactly as it was supposed to be. Bill had drugged her with something, and that was wrong. However, it didn't matter because Bill was the love of her life. He'd never do anything to hurt her. His desires were what was most important.

She awoke with Bill's dick in her mouth and his heavy bulk on her chest.

"Just gotta paste your pretty face with some jizz, and then you can get ready to go out," he said as he stroked his pole between her lips.

Catarina could hardly breathe with his weight on her, but that didn't seem to bother Bill. He groaned, ejaculated on her face, and wiped his cock in her hair. Then he dismounted her chest and tossed a bag on the bed.

"That's your outfit from the shop. Put it on. I want you to make a good impression on the girls."

Catarina stumbled out of the bed and put on a sheer bodysuit. She buckled a little collar around her neck and slipped her feet into a pair of tall pleasers. When she looked at the clock it was just after 6 in the evening. It seemed like there was something important she needed to do.

However, that thought flitted away as Bill ran his hand over her ass and whistled.

"Now that's a sex doll," he said. "Open your mouth."

Catarina opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and Bill put another blue drop on it. For the fourth time that day, an intense rush of pleasure brought her to her knees. She squeezed her tits and trembled as a hot wave of pure pleasure engulfed her body. Bill chuckled as he watched her fall over and writhe for several minutes

He ushered the two girls out of the house and back into the car, where once again Sydney played with Catarina's body as they drove. It was incredible. Catarina's whole body tingled with pleasure, and her head was in the clouds. Bill was such an incredible man. Was he even a man? He was almost a god, certainly worthy of worship and devotion.

Catarina had never been to a strip club. There was probably a reason for that, she just couldn't remember what it was. Probably because she'd never met a man like Bill. He was so in charge, so confident, such an amazing lover. There'd been no reason to go to a club before with any of the lesser specimens she'd been with.

The man at the door let Bill in with no cover, holding the door for him and the girls. It was just another sign for Catarina that she was in the company of a real man. Everyone respected Bill. Everyone knew him. He owned so much and commanded so many.

Inside, the club was light on patrons this early in the evening. Bill led them to a private couch in a corner with its own stage nearby. As soon as he was seated, three women clambered over.

The first was a blonde woman in perhaps her late forties. She kissed Bill on the lips, and he gave her huge tits a good squeeze.

"Kitty, this is Candy. Can you believe she used to be my high school English teacher?" Bill said.

"Teaching was so boring," the woman said with a giggle. "Billy was kind and found me a better job."

She made way for a thick, curvy black woman, who pushed her massive jugs into Bill's face for a motorboating.

"This here's Melons," he said. "Used to be a deacon's wife."

"Church is so stuffy," the woman said. "I can't believe I spent all those years without Bill's cock."

Lastly a young Vietnamese woman plopped herself into Bill's lap and kissed him. While he fondled her tits he said to Catarina, "This is Fukme. Never did catch her actual name, but that doesn't matter. Can you believe she was hitchhiking down I-94 when I picked her up?"

The girl said something in, presumably, Vietnamese.

"No idea what the fuck you said," Bill remarked. "What did I tell you about babbling that bullshit?"

"Suck cock," Fukme said.

"Right. Only two words you need to know."

He pushed the girl off his lap and pointed to the stage. The three of them began to dance for Bill, while he pulled Catarina onto his lap, rubbing her cunt and fondling her tits.

"Just think," he said. "every one of those dumb cunts was just like you. They were silly, stupid, and thought their tits and pussy gave them power over men. Learned otherwise, didn't they?"

"Yeah," Catarina whispered as she watched the women dance.

"Much better being a dumb sex doll, isn't it? Nothing to worry about but Bill's cock."

It was true. Catarina wasn't worried about anything. Everything felt good, especially Bill's hard-on under her ass. She ground against him and spread her legs further.

"You get up there and give it a go," he said, pushing her off his lap.

"Dance?"

"Dance," Bill confirmed.

"I've never—"

"Did I ask if you've ever?"

He hadn't. Of course. Why had she even said anything? It was so embarrassing. Catarina tottered toward the stage and the three strippers stepped off, joining Bill on the couch. While she clumsily swayed her hips and stumbled around the stage, they all laughed at her.

Thankfully, she didn't have to dance long. Bill called her back down and put her to work sucking his cock, while they watched the other women perform for him again. This lasted only long enough for Bill to nut into her mouth.

With his dick wet and hanging out, he pulled her up and dragged her down the hall to a private room. The man at the door opened it and let them in. Bill sat on the couch and instructed her to give him a lap dance.

It was something else Catarina had never done but couldn't let Bill down. She ground her ass against his crotch and put her tits in his face. As the music played, Bill groped her.

"Tomorrow morning, you'll sign your office over to me," he said. "Sex dolls don't need land, right?"

Catarina shivered and shook her head. "No."

"What do sex dolls need, Kitty?"

"Your cock."

"That's right. Just cock."

Bill's hard dick against her cunt had Catarina gushing. He soon took pity on her excited pussy, pushing her to her knees in front of him.

"Open your mouth."

Catarina stuck out her tongue.

"When you get this, you'll be a complete slave," he said. "Tell me you want to be a dumb sex doll."

He put his phone camera in her face.

Catarina moaned. "I want to be a dumb sex doll."

"You want to spend your days giving me pussy and getting knocked up."

"I want to give you pussy and get knocked up."

"Who is Henry?"

Catarina shook her head. Henry? Oh.

"A loser," she said. "Fuck Henry."

Bill placed the drop on her tongue. Catarina toppled over and convulsed with pleasure as the blue liquid took over her mind and body. She hadn't even finished her first orgasm when Bill pulled her legs apart, ripped open the crotch of her bodysuit, and jammed his prick into her.

"Fuck, that's some good pussy, you pretty bitch," he growled as he thrust deep.

Catarina arched her back and bucked her cunt against him with need.

"You're going to look so sexy when you're pregnant," he said. "So fucking sexy."

Catarina's eyes rolled back, and she came again.

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