A Servant to Her Ambitions - Part 3

The first two parts of this story were published a few years ago. Click here to read them and get refreshed on the narrative.

Moira was waiting for Tanner when he stepped off the elevator. She looked radiant - as always - in a skirt, a delicate-looking blouse, and a pair of heels. She wore her hair in a high, tight ponytail and Tanner immediately thought of how he'd eaten her pussy the night before, how she'd cum on his tongue, how she'd verbally abused him while he'd done it.

He thought of how she'd called him after he'd gotten home and talked him through masturbating with her used panties. How she'd filled his head with thoughts of fucking her - of having the sex she'd been quite clear they'd never have because their relationship was fake - and how she'd instructed him to cum in her panties while he pictured being inside her.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Moira said with a surprisingly warm, kind smile as she approached, took his hand, and gave Tanner a soft kiss on the cheek.

For a moment he was stunned she was treating him like her actual boyfriend. Then she squeezed his hand hard enough for it to hurt - apparently he wasn't reacting quickly enough - and Tanner snapped to attention, smiled, and said, "Good morning. I missed you."

She smiled - though Tanner saw a hint of annoyance in her eyes - and said, "We have our appointment with HR. We don't want to be late."

They walked hand-in-hand through the office, drawing more than a few stares from their coworkers. Tanner didn't want to believe that the stares were because Moira seemed far too good for him, though it was hard not to hear her voice uttering words to that effect, words she'd showered him with the night before while he'd tended to her pussy in an effort to associate him with her pleasure.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's this?" Mark asked as he stepped out of the break room, eyed them both, and took a casual sip of his coffee. He glanced at their hands - which were still joined - and said, "I'm sorry, are you two a couple?"

Tanner smiled and put his arm around Moira. He pulled her close and replied, "We are. A happy couple, in fact."

Mark looked at Tanner for a split second before turning his attention to Moira. "Seriously? You're fucking this loser? I mean, seriously, Moira? He's beneath you."

"Who should I be fucking, Mark?" she asked.

Mark stepped back, spread his arms, and said, "You're looking at him. I promise, Moira, I can deliver. I can absolutely, positively deliver in a way Tanner could only dream of. I would have you screaming my name, Moira. Screaming my name."

Moira stared at Mark for a few moments and then turned, smiled at Tanner, and kissed him. She kissed him in a manner he figured would never happen. She kissed him like they were a real couple, like she felt real desire for him, like she wanted to communicate that desire more than anything. She kissed him with such passion and skill that Tanner was very nearly erect by the time it was over.

"You couldn't make me scream your name if your life depended on it, Mark," Moira said as she took Tanner's hand and led him past the office's resident asshole.

"There's no fucking way he's better than I am," Mark yelled as they walked away.

"He's right about that, you know," Moira said once they were out of earshot. "I can't have him knowing that, of course. He needs to believe that you're good, that you can actually satisfy me. He needs to be jealous, and I'm pretty sure we accomplished that."

"With the kiss?" Tanner asked. "Because that was a good kiss, Moira. A really good kiss."

They stopped just outside of HR and she said, "I'm a good kisser, Tanner, and if you were actually worthy of fucking me I'd blow your mind in bed, too. That won't ever happen, of course, but just know that if it did, you'd never forget it."

Tanner desperately wanted to make that happen. He wanted to fuck a woman as beautiful and confident as Moira. He wanted to see her breasts bouncing in his face as she rode his cock. He wanted to live out the fantasy she'd described the night before. He wanted it so badly he was more than happy to go along with the destructive game she was determined to play with Mark.

"Now let's get this over with," Moira said.

Tanner followed her into HR, they sat at the desk of an overweight man with glasses that were far too small for his face, and they filled out an overly long series of forms designed solely to prevent the company from being caught up in a lawsuit if Tanner and Moira were to break up in some spectacular fashion. It was almost as if the process was designed to discourage people from trying to date their coworkers, but they made their way through it and emerged an hour later a couple officially blessed by HR.

"We should go to lunch together," Moira said as they reached Tanner's cubicle.

He felt a giddy smile cross his face. "Okay. That sounds great. Like, go out to lunch?"

"You need to stop acting like an eager puppy," Moira scolded him. "You're my boyfriend, not the lovesick teenager that I'm deigning to spend a little time with. Fucking act like it."

"Right. Sorry," he replied while instinctively casting his gaze downwards.

"And look me in the eye, Tanner," she instructed. "Remember, we need to make Mark jealous, which means we need to be a convincing couple. It can't seem like you're some pussy whipped little lap dog."

Tanner wanted to tell her that he was absolutely her pussy whipped lap dog - at least based on how she treated him - but that was unwise. He understood her point and he knew he'd agreed to go along with her plan, even though he didn't entirely understand that plan.

He looked her in the eye, but he couldn't help but gaze at her breasts. Her blouse was buttoned up, but they still looked spectacular. She was the kind of woman that exuded sexiness without even trying, which made her fairly irresistible, especially to a man like Tanner who didn't have much experience with someone so gorgeous.

"You want me, don't you?" Moira asked.

She had a smile on her face when he looked up. "Of course I do," he said.

"Even though you know you'll never have me," she replied softly.

Tanner nodded. He knew there was something pathetic about admitting it, but it was true and he saw little harm in admitting the truth.

"I guess I can use that to my advantage," Moira said. "After all, that desperate desire in your eyes will make most people think we're fucking, and it will absolutely make Mark think we're fucking."

She stepped closer, caressed his face for a moment, and kissed him. It was yet another incredible kiss, and of course Tanner's cock stirred to life once more. Despite Moira making it perfectly clear she'd never fuck him, Tanner's body simply refused to believe it. Instead, it chose to cling to the idea that sex with Moira was entirely possible, thus the arousal coursing through him as the kiss ended and she walked away.

Tanner stared at Moira's ass until she turned the corner. Even when she was gone he stood there with a smile on his face. He could still taste her tongue and feel just a hint of her lipstick on his lips.

"I don't get it."

Tanner turned to see Mark standing there with his arms crossed.

"I just don't fucking get it," he said. "What the fuck does she see in you? I mean, what the fuck? You're a fucking loser, Tanner. You're a do nothing loser who will never, ever do anything with his life. What does she see in you?"

Tanner smiled. "Perhaps, Mark, you should be asking what she doesn't see in you. I mean, she knows you're interested. She knows you'd be more than happy to take a crack at satisfying her. And yet, she wants nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. So, I wonder if she can tell that you're actually a fucking dud, Mark?"

Tanner was stunned at the confidence he suddenly possessed. Never in his life had he been willing to talk to a guy like Mark in that way, and yet there he was doing it without issue.

Mark looked furious. He even clenched his fists for a moment. Then he gathered himself, smiled like he hadn't felt that anger, and said, "Fuck you, loser," before walking away.

Tanner stepped into his cubicle, sat at his computer, and got to work with a giddy smile on his face. Even though his relationship was fake, it felt real enough to make him happy for the moment.

Tanner's phone rang and he saw Moira's name on the screen. He popped in his earbuds and answered.

"Do you remember what my pussy felt like, Tanner?" she asked. "Do you remember how hot and wet it was when you put your fingers inside me?"

He set his beer on the coffee table, sat up straight, and answered, "Yes, I do. It was just last night. Of course I remember. It was perfect, Moira."

"And do you remember how I tasted, Tanner?" she asked.

He wasn't sure what had inspired the call or why her voice was brimming with lust, but Tanner was more than happy to be walked down the particular path they were on, especially after she'd treated him to an impromptu make out session after work. It had happened because Mark came out of the building as they were about to go their separate ways and was clearly designed to further his jealousy, but Tanner was more than happy to accept any kind of kiss from his pseudo girlfriend.

"You tasted sweet," he answered. "Your pussy was sweet...and perfect, Moira."

"And do you think you could imagine how it would feel if I sucked your dick, Tanner?" she asked before unleashing a moan that reverberated around his brain and send a shockwave of pleasure between his legs. "Do you think you know how it would feel if I wrapped my lips around your unimpressive dick and gave you a blowjob?"

"I...actually, I'm not sure I can imagine how it would feel," he replied. "I don't think I've ever gotten a blowjob from a woman like you, Moira."

She was silent for a few moments before asking, "A woman like me?"

"Someone so confident and sexy. I imagine that kind of woman - a woman like you - knows how to give a blowjob a man would never forget," he answered.

Moira moaned and then Tanner heard the sound of kissing, which didn't make any sense. He turned up the volume on his phone and listened closely as the kissing transformed into something that sounded distinctly like a blowjob.

"Moira?" he asked. "What...what is that?"

She moaned again, but this time it sounded like she was doing so with something in her mouth. Then a deeper, distinctly male moan filled Tanner's head.

"Are you...are you with someone?" he asked.

"Yes," Moira answered. "I'm a woman with needs, Tanner, and we both know that you can't meet them. I've made that perfectly clear, though you don't seem to fully understand that."

Tanner listened to the distinct sounds of a blowjob. A wet blowjob, at that. Moira was almost certainly putting on a show. He wasn't sure where she was or who she was with, but there was no question she was giving a blowjob. Tanner wasn't sure why she'd called him, though. Was she trying to punish him? Was she trying to turn him on?

"Close your eyes, Tanner," Moira said softly. "Imagine me on my knees in front of a tall, muscular, gorgeous man. Imagine my hand wrapped around the base of his big, beautiful cock. Imagine my lips pressed against the head. Imagine me showering his gorgeous dick with kisses."

The sounds of kissing filled Tanner's ears as he closed his eyes and follow Moira's instructions. He saw her on her knees. He saw her holding a long, thick cock and kissing it. His dick got hard as he did so, for it was impossible not to be drawn into a place of desire thanks to the soundscape Moira had crafted.

"Take your dick out, Tanner," she said. "Masturbate for me. Stroke your pathetic cock. Think of me sucking dick while you do. Think of those pretty lips that you kissed today wrapped around another man's cock."

Tanner hastily pulled out his cock as he listened to Moira give a blowjob. The guy moaned and Tanner closed his eyes, wrapped his fingers around his stiff dick, and masturbated slowly as the soundscape of pleasure filling his ears grew far more enticing.

"Fuck, baby, that feels so good," the guy said. "Your mouth is fucking amazing."

The blowjob got louder. Moira made it wetter. She sucked harder. It sounded like she was stroking him, too, and Tanner imagined her head bobbing up and down and her hand moving in time with her lips as she worked to make the man sitting in front of her experience the most intense pleasure imaginable.

"Do I give good head?" Moira asked.

"You give the best fucking head," he answered. Then he laughed, seemingly from the sheer joy of getting a blowjob from the brunette goddess. "I swear, Moira, you give better head than any woman I've ever been with."

She took him in her mouth again. He moaned and she sucked as the sounds of a wet blowjob filled Tanner's ears. Moira moaned too and Tanner had to slow his strokes for fear of losing his load long before Moira instructed him to do so.

"Do you wish I was sucking your dick, Tanner?" Moira asked.

"Yes, more than anything," he replied. "Fuck, Moira, more than anything."

"I'll bet you do, Tanner," she said. "That's never going to happen, but I want you to imagine it. I want you to lose yourself in it. I want you to keep your eyes closed and imagine that I'm sucking your cock, Tanner. I want you to imagine that you're the man sitting on my couch. I want you to imagine that you're the kind of man that's worthy of a blowjob from a woman like me."

That proved easy for Tanner, as the desire to be on the couch with his dick in her mouth outweighed everything else. All he had to do was close his eyes and he could practically feel her lips on his cock as he masturbated. He turned the volume up a little louder and drowned out every other noise as he worked himself into a lusty frenzy.

"I wanna ride your cock," Moira said.

Tanner was so caught up in the fantasy that he almost lost his load at the idea of Moira uttering those words to him. He moaned, released his cock, and leaned forward to try and prevent his cum from escaping.

Moira laughed. "Aww, Tanner, do you wish I was saying that to you? Do you wish I actually wanted your useless little dick inside me?"

"Yes," he answered.

She laughed again. "That's good, Tanner. Hold on to that desire. Let it fill you. Let it flow through you, even at work. Let everyone in the office see how badly you want me. I want them all to think that you're fucking me, that I'm letting you experience my perfect pussy, and that you're completely and utterly enamored with me."

He already was. A few kisses - a few exceptionally hot kisses - was all it had taken to leave him enamored with her.

"Oh, fuck, baby," the guy said. "Your pussy feels so fucking good."

"I'm sitting on his cock, Tanner," Moira said softly. "My tits are in his face." She moaned. "Oh, fuck, he's sucking on my tits, Tanner. Just like you wanted to do. His cock is in my tight, wet, perfect cunt and he's sucking on my tits. I want you to imagine it, Tanner. I want you to imagine being in his place and I want you to listen as I let him enjoy my pussy, as I cum all over his dick."

Tanner got up and rushed to his bedroom. He grabbed Moira's used panties - the ones she'd given to him the night before - and hopped in his bed. He held the panties to his nose and inhaled as he listened to the sounds of sex. They didn't smell quite as good as they had the night before - he'd cum in the panties, after all - but her scent was still on them and it was intoxicating.

"Fuck, your cock feels so good inside me," Moira said between moans. "Your big dick feels so good in my pussy. So fucking good."

Tanner heard Moira bouncing on her lover's cock. He heard the wetness of her pussy. He heard her ass dropping onto his thighs over and over. He heard her beautiful, lusty moans as she got fucked by a man she'd deemed capable of satisfying her and a strong sense of jealousy washed over him along with the intense desire.

"I wish I was fucking you, Moira," he said.

"I know you do," she replied. A loud moan filled his ears. "But you don't deserve to fuck me, Tanner, and you never will. You're nowhere near good enough. You're nowhere near man enough for me. You couldn't fuck me to a great orgasm if your life depended on it. You're just a toy for me to use as I see fit."

"Moira...can I cum?" he asked. "Can I cum in your panties?"

She moaned and rode her lover faster. "You're such a dirty little bitch. I love that you're playing with my panties, you little freak. No cumming, though. Not yet. Not until I cum. Not until he cums in my pussy."

Tanner wrapped her panties around his cock, closed his eyes, and stroked slowly as he imagined Moira riding his dick. He knew that's what she wanted. He knew that was the point of her phone call. She wanted his head filled with thoughts of sex with her. She wanted him to make everyone at work - and Mark especially - feel like he was utterly enamored with her, like they were having all kinds of wild, wondrous, deeply pleasurable sex. So that's what he imagined, and it felt fucking fantastic.

"Fuck, I'm close, baby, I want you to cum inside me," Moira said.

Tanner had no idea if she was having unprotected sex with the guy, but he loved the idea of actually cumming inside her and there was something really hot about imagining the other guy doing the same.

"Cum in me," she said. "Fuck...cum in my pussy!"

Moans, grunts, and groans of pleasure filled Tanner's ears as Moira and her lover came together. Tanner's orgasm followed a moment later as he wrapped her panties around the tip of his dick and unleashed. He moaned right alongside her and in his mind he was the one cumming in her pussy. He wasn't worthy of it, but it felt so good to imagine.

Moira kissed her lover and moaned into his mouth. "You were incredible, as always," she said. "I swear, you fuck me so good. You fuck me like a woman wants to be fucked, like I need to be fucked. It's nice to have a man I can count on to make my pussy feel so good."

"Anytime, babe," the guy replied. "You fuck better than any woman I've ever been with. Call me anytime."

"Did you cum, Tanner?" she asked.

"I did," he replied. "And it was amazing."

"Mmm, that's good," she said. "Now I want you to do something for me."

"Anything."

"I want you to taste your cum, Tanner," Moira instructed. "I want you to run your finger through the mess you made in my panties and I want you to suck your finger clean."

Tanner stared at the mess he'd made in her panties and asked, "I don't...I don't want to do that, Moira."

"I don't give a fuck what you want," she replied. "You're going to do as you're told, Tanner. You're not going to like it - no man does - but you're still going to do it. You're going to do it because I'm in control, Tanner. You're going to do it because I'm going to bring you with me when I get promoted, and we both know I'm your only real chance for advancement at work. So do as you're told. Be a good little bitch and taste your cum for me."

She was right about his chances for promotion, and Tanner couldn't help but think that tasting his cum was actually a small price to pay for what would end up being a significant pay raise.

He ran his finger through the mess he'd made in her panties and held it up. His skin glistened with a thin layer of his cum and Tanner took a deep breath and went for it. He popped his finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. The bitter saltiness of his cum danced on his taste buds, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been.

"Is that the sound of a good boy tasting his cum?" Moira asked.

"Yes," he answered.

"We're going to do more of that in the future, Tanner," she said. "I like an obedient boy, after all. For now, though, you can enjoy the rest of your night. I'll see you at work tomorrow."

The call ended and Tanner set her panties aside, closed his eyes, and smiled. Despite her promise of making him eat more cum, Tanner was excited about the future, if for no other reason than Moira was an unpredictable woman and it turned out that he needed a little of that in his life.