Chapter 3

The party was interesting in its own right, even without my former boss, Nina Aram. She was definitely there, though. She didn’t disappoint at all. In fact, she showed up in her smoking hot best, a black, a very short, tight, and low cut dress, “fuck me” pumps, and sheer stockings for some reason. I wasn’t sure why she did that last part, but I had the distinct feeling that she had more surprises waiting for me under that dress.

Of course, I didn’t present myself immediately, watching to see her reaction when at first I wasn’t visible. She looked very impatient and started asking around, pestering Ray as well as Dahlia, though not Lizzie or Marcella as they were concealed with me. I decided after a little bit to send Marcella after her next, wearing her best thigh-high boots, a black latex microskirt, and a fishnet stocking top. She was dressed to kill and almost a twin to Dahlia, except for the color of her collar. Several guys ... and gals began staring at her, too, even more than at Dahlia or Nina, which made the latter rather envious for now.

Just when Nina couldn’t be more annoyed at my absence and there couldn’t be more other cuties adding themselves to the scene of the crime, I entered the living room with Lizzie in tow. I was fashionably late in the best sense of the phrase, drawing every eye to me, even if several eyes immediately checked Lizzie out next. Well, she was naked as a jaybird, after all, and rather easy on the eyes herself.

Nina’s reaction was best of all. Her cross expression was gone from her face. Her eyes bugged out and her jaws dropped as she saw me. She immediately walked up to me with a very big smile on her face, from ear to ear in fact. All of her teeth showed in the smile, too. She let her eyes scan Lizzie for a bit, trying to understand the situation and analyze her prospects with my girlfriend hanging on my arm.

“Having a good time, boss lady?” I teased Nina, who blushed and giggled at that remark, even as she noticed the way that Lizzie didn’t give her the side-eye.

“Are you two ... still an item, then? This is Lizzie, your girlfriend? And you don’t have to call me that. Except maybe in bed,” Nina nervously tried to joke with us, “what are your thoughts on threesomes?”

“We’re still together ... and I totally dig threesomes ... and if we go to bed, I will definitely be the boss, babe. Of both ladies. Capice? I rather like the idea of sleeping with my supervisor, or former one in your case. I thought that we might do some playful banter, but you seem ready to cut to the chase, aren’t you? Don’t you want to get a little more drunk first?” I teased Nina, who licked her lips, even as she noticed Dahlia and Marcella dancing together.

Those two vampires drew closer to us by the second, my vixens more than ready to join us for an orgy, even as Ray seized the chance to escape Nina’s wrath over my previous absence. I laughed at that, even as he hit up some co-eds who were obviously interested in him despite their occasional glances at me. When their boyfriends joined them, he simply flirted with the guys, too, which disgusted one of them and disarmed the other one.

“So, I take it that you didn’t quite enjoy the company of our host?” I teased Nina even further, while the music blared and I began dancing with my former boss.

“Well, he’s a silver fox and I dig him, but he’s no you. Look, Jack, I know that you ... have a girlfriend ... oh, God, is she ... brushing up against us? Both of us? Anyway, maybe, even with her at your side, I could have a shot with you ... I’ve ... fancied you for a while now. I would totally have hit on you while you worked with me and fuck HR guidelines, if you had shown any interest in me.

“Hell, if you had taken advantage of me while I was passed out, I would have just been happy to wake up with you! And I would ... I know that this is unethical, but I would never have disciplined you for anything ... though if I had, you could have taken it out on me later. Sorry, didn’t mean to bare my soul to you, but ... hey ... I’m tired of acting coy and putting on a front with you.

“Oh, God, did she just ... put her hand on my tits? Did you just ... grope ... both of us?” Nina reacted to my touch and Lizzie’s, even as Marcella and Dahlia sauntered over to us.

“Hey, there, Master!” Dahlia boldly kissed me on the mouth, followed by another one from Marcella.

“Well, hello, my Lord! Who is this cutie?” Marcella gave us a rather lascivious smile.

“Dahlia, Marcella, my dears, this is Nina Aram, my former boss,” I introduced, “and you already know Lizzie, of course. Nina, these are Dahlia and Marcella ... my other slaves.”

“Slaves? Is that why Lizzie has a collar? They’re ... sex slaves? Is ... Ray your ... slave, too? Are you bisexual, Jack?” Nina’s eyes flashed with a mixture of shock, jealousy, and ... arousal.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, and well, yes! Yes to all of that. Yes, they’re slaves, Lizzie, Dahlia, Marcella, and ... Ray. And yes, I’m bisexual. Not gay, of course. Though there’s nothing wrong with that. And I’m pretty sure that they’re bisexual, too. They’re my sex slaves ... and Marcella is my head slut. But that’s not all. There’s a lot more going on here. More than you might ... quite expect, or even believe at first,” I freely admitted it all now.

“Oh, my ... oh ... my!” Nina responded to this news, even as I still danced with her and my slaves groped both of us, “oh, dear ... more vodka ... more vodka now! There’s not enough vodka for this, not yet!”

Nina rushed out of my arms, but only long enough to pour herself three consecutive shots of vodka and down each in quick succession. Then she pranced her way, surprisingly graceful for one of her shape, back to us and planted her lips directly on mine. When we all began pawing each other while we danced together, she started grabbing my ass, too. The make-out session that followed included so much tonsil hockey that I halfway expected to grow my own tonsils back. She was absolutely in a frisky mood now.

While Ray led one of the co-eds to the nearest john to fuck the hell out of her, and the other one twerked with the remaining boyfriend (who wasn’t even hers), I pushed her dress upwards. It was soon obvious that she wore ... nothing under that dress, nothing at all, at least below the waist. When my hands were joined by my slaves’ on her bottom, Nina became very flustered. It was even steamier when I lifted her dress above her head and it flew across the room, hitting some drunk partygoer in the head, to everyone’s amusement.

Nina was now bare-assed naked except for her stockings and pumps, dancing with me and my three slave girls as we all fondled each other. Marcella passionately kissed her neck, while Dahlia gave her a hand bra, and then Lizzie reached down to stroke both of our genitals. As for me, well, I cupped her sweet ass and continued to make out with her. Now visibly aroused, Nina was putty in our hands as we led her to the nearest bedroom.

I brushed aside any ethical qualms that I might have had as a mortal man and simply went for what I desired ... or rather whom. I spread Nina’s cheeks a little and used a wipe to make sure of her cleanliness before slipping her bottom some tongue. I wanted to rim that bitch and I did, kissing her ass at last in a far more literal sense than one typically did with a boss, former or otherwise. She shivered and squirmed in response. When Marcella, Dahlia, and Lizzie started licking her entire body, she moaned rather loudly now.

Nina’s ass was truly delicious, and even sweeter than that was the way that she creamed herself as I rimmed her with gusto. Her pussy juices flowed as I ran my tongue along her crack. It became even more intense when Lizzie began licking the backs of her knees, making her shudder and moan even more with her next climax. Marcella planted her own booty on the pillow and shoved Nina’s face down into her gash while Dahlia slid underneath to suck her ample breasts.

Nina soon squirted all over the bedspread while we continued to pleasure her, every swipe of my tongue working with my slave girls to bring her to the very edge of yet another climax. She cried out in Armenian as well as English while I devoured her butt with enthusiasm. She bucked and thrashed desperately while I rimmed her, even as I inserted my tongue deep inside her tush. What could I say? I owned her sweet ass already and I wanted to savor the flavors of it.

“Are you ready, sweet cheeks? Are you ready to become mine forever? And I do mean exactly that. Not a euphemism. One way or another, I will ensure that you never die. Why let you die when I can keep you as my private property for eternity? You were once my boss, but I shall become your Master ... forever! Just as I have become theirs,” I told my ex-supervisor, the busty cutie pie that her tattoo proclaimed her to be.

“Yes ... yes ... yes ... You could have had me at any time, you know. Anytime. I was there for the taking ... you just had to take me. Girlfriend or no girlfriend ... even if you were married! I’d gladly be your dirty little secret, your side check, just to be yours. You owned my fat ass ever since I first laid eyes on you. Haven’t you ever heard of coup de foudre? The thunderclap?” Nina asked me now.

“Love at first sight. Are you telling me that you’re ... in love with me, Nina?” I confronted Nina while pumping furiously in and out of her soaking wet gash now.

“Yes ... yes ... yes! I fell in love with you from the moment that we met ... and I just hid it as well as I could. Because ... you’re ... you. And I’m just a fat immigrant girl. One who doesn’t really recall the Old Country, but technically, I was born there instead of here. I thought that you wouldn’t want me for me ... but I always wanted you for you,” Nina admitted while bucking her hips and moving her booty to get more of me inside her.