("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Birth of an Empire - 2 by Miles Martin (martin369@gmail.com) *** The further adventures of a pathetic young man, who's darker side takes over. Once unleashed this predatory part of him starts taking what it wants, and nothing can stand in its way. Raping and dominating his bitchy boss at work was not enough. He stops by her house for a nice diner, but decides to move in for good. This is the true first step on his raod to building an empire. (Mdom/F, nc, rp, oral, ws) *** Chapter 2 I of course take the rest of the day off of work. (That is something one does after raping their boss.) I get in my car and just start driving. Going nowhere in particular, just driving and basking in my new found freedom. Everywhere I look I see opportunity. Every woman I pass is a target, my prey. I soak up the predatory feeling of power that flows through me. There is nothing that can stop me any longer. The part of me that always held back is gone, I could not be happier. I drive around for hours, lost in my own little world. Before I know it, 5 o clock rolls around. It is time to head over to my new slave s house and check up on her, I think to myself, as I head off in her direction. There is a funny story, ok well a pathetic story, behind how I know where my boss lives. When I first started working at the hell hole, it was run by my current boss husband. He was the owner and ran the place; she stayed at home and raised her daughter (I assume). She did not have anything to do with the place; it was fully run by her husband. But over time, the husband and wife started to fight more and more. They were both selfish and self-centered, so clashes were destined. The relationship was deteriorating before everyone s eyes. And of course he took his fucking anger out on me. I became his whipping boy. No matter what I was doing, he would start yelling and screaming at me that I was not doing it right. Cutting things too big, and then too small. I was driving too fast, and then driving too slow. The business started to slow, no one would order from us, and he would cut corners. He was a terrible manager, having no idea how to run the place. The customers soon caught on to this, and we lost all our regulars. The place got so bad, that my current boss had to start working. This was her husband s down fall. She got ideas in her head, ideas that she could run the place better. Soon enough she nagged him into letting her take over. He was quickly fired, and then she divorced him. This is not yet the funny part though. The funny part is that they both thought they were huge big shots. When they had become business owners they had also decided to be property owners. And so they had bought three different houses. At first this was no problem. But after the pizza place started to tank, they had to sell their houses. But no one would buy. Add this with their already greedy douchebaggery, and they were terrible land lords as well. No one would rent from them either, only dead beats that never paid rent. Of course this just meant that they were losing even more money. When they divorced she forced the houses off on him, and decided to rent a place. This is where I came in. Guess who had to move her me of fucking course. I was her one man moving team. And that is how I know where the bitch lives. I pull up in front of her house. The lights are on, and her car is in the driveway, so I know she is home. I walk up to the door, since I now own her, and vicariously anything she owns, I try turning the knob. It is locked. My ever present smile widens. Looks like she does not want me to just walk in on her then. I ponder to myself. I walk around the house, checking out all the windows. Jumping the fence into the backyard, I found a back door. Bingo. Not even checking if it is locked, I run full force into it with my shoulder. Slamming it open. My former boss jumps out of her skin and screams. I just stand there grinning in the wide open door way. I look around and find myself in her kitchen. It looks like I broke in on her preparing dinner. Her screaming dies down, once she realizes it was me. I walk up to her, staring right into her eyes and say I think you are going to need to get me a key! Or just never fucking lock me out of my house again! She shutters and nods. Clearly unnerved by my staring, she turns back around and checks on the oven. I too peer into the oven, checking to see what she had made. Lasagna. Great more Italian food. I can see the box in the trash can, so it is not even home made. But this does not faze me. I walk right up behind her, wrapping my arms around her. Into her ear I whisper I have such fine memories of moving you in here. I am so glad you made me do it. In fact, I think I am going to move in myself. She struggles in my grasp, pushing me away. I let her break away. She turns to me with rage blaring in her eyes, but she keeps quite. This causes no end of amusement in me. Leaning back against the counter, I take the moment to finally take in what she is wearing. She had changed into a sexy little black dress. Along with a pair of nylon stockings, ending with high heels. She had topped this off with makeup, earrings, and doing her hair up in a bun. She had dressed up in anticipation of a date. She had dressed up in anticipation for me. This realization causes a huge surge of power and exhilaration, if not a bit of puzzlement. It looks like she might not hate me, or what I was doing to her, at least as much as she tried to show. The oven timer reads that we still had a good 20 minutes. We both remain silent, her back to me. I can tell she feels my eyes are on her, evaluating her. Her neck and back take on a blush. I let the silence drag on, and on. It has to be uncomfortable for her, but it has no affect on me. Finally the silence must have become too much for her, she grabs a bottle of wine and Turns to me. With defiance written across her face, she asks, Shall we have a drink while we wait? She pours two glasses without waiting for a response. I can tell she still wants to be in control. If I was going to do this to her, she wanted it to be on her own terms. This did not matter to me in the least. I was no longer going to let her control me, but I could care less if she was delusional enough to think she still could. I cock my head a little as I continue to stare at her. After enough time passes I reply I do not drink. She frowns, suddenly uncertain. She reaches down for her own glass. But before she can lift it to her lips, I grab her arm. In an even voice I ask, Did I give you permission to drink? Fear once more masks her face. She is now taking in all my movements, trying to prepare for what I might do to her. I cock one of my eyebrows, questioningly. With a quiver in her voice she asks, May I please have a drink? I let go of her arm. Still smiling at her, I nod and spread my arms out in the sign of be-my-guest. She gulps down her wine quickly. Then grabs my glass and downs that as well. She warily watches me, as I watch her right back. Marshaling her courage, and to break the awkward silence she says My daughter is staying with her father tonight, if you were wondering. I can tell she meant this as a way to keep me away from her daughter. I respond coldly, Speaking of which I think I have some things to discuss with your ex. She shutters at the meaning behind what I said, but tries to play it down. As selfish and self-centered as she is, she probably does not really care what I do with her ex husband, as long as I leave her alone. But that is not going to happen anytime soon, so she has nothing to worry about. She glances at the timer again, still 10 minutes. I watch as she starts grabbing plates and utensils out of cabinets and drawers. I follow her out of the kitchen and into the dining room. She sets up two places across from each other, at a square table. I do not make a move to help her. When she is done, I step behind one of the chairs and pull it out for her, gesturing for her to sit down. This throws her off guard, and she looks at me questioningly. I just smile and gesture again. Once she is seated, I walk back to the kitchen grab our glasses, refilling hers with wine and my own with water. I then look in her refrigerator, find a bag of lettuce and some vegetables. She probably wonders what I am doing, as I quickly slice up and vegetables and thrown them in with the lettuce to make a salad, topping it all off with a little balsamic vinegar and olive oil. Returning to the dining room with salad bowel and glasses in hand, a look of utter puzzlement and confusion comes across her face. Before she can say anything the oven timer goes off. She starts to get up, looking at me, but I shake my head, grab our plates, and go back into the kitchen. I carefully take the lasagna out of the oven, and cut it in half. Those frozen meal things are never really that big. I once more return to the dining room. I place the plate in front of her first, and then place my own down. Grabbing the salad bowel, I serve her and take some for myself. The whole time she watches me with a smile spreading across her face. I can tell she thinks she might be taking control once more. I plop down in my own chair and dig in. I focus in on my food, enjoying the meal. For the first time allowing myself to really enjoy and savor a meal. I take my time, slowly chewing each bite. This might not be the greatest thing I had ever eaten, but it was the first time since I was a child that I allowed myself to enjoy a meal. By the time I am halfway done with the meal; I finally look up from the plate and make eye contact with her. She is taking a sip of her wine, watching me. Her plate is hardly touched. I decide it is the right time. Blow me! I tell her in a commanding voice. This causes her to choke on the wine she had just been drinking. She coughs, as I stare at her. Finally when her coughing fit is over, she frowns at me. Already knowing what she will say, I stand up. Folding the napkin from my lap and placing it next to my plate. I nonchalantly walk over to her side of the table. Her eyes follow me, confused. When she is within arm s reach I stop. Grabbing her by the hair I drag her out of her chair. I slowly walk back to my own seat, dragging her kicking and screaming behind me. As I sit down I toss her under the table. In a hard voice a yell Now fucking blow me! It does not take long before I feel her hands working on my zipper, and then fishing my cock out of my boxers. As soon as I feel her lips make contact with my cock, I resume eating. Deciding to be a good guest and make conversation. I put down my fork, look down into my lap, and tell her You know for a woman who owns an Italian restaurant you are not really that great of a cook. She glares up at me, mouth still surrounding my cock. I feel a brief nip of her teeth. She is obviously showing her indignation at my words. I go on. Do not worry, your cock sucking skills more than make up for your poor cooking. With that I feel her tongue swirl around the head of my cock quickly. I see a slight smile come across her lips, although it is hard to tell with them stretched around my cock. I continue to smile down on her and say, I was just thinking that from now on I guess I will be doing the cooking around here. Not that I am some great chief or anything. With that I pat her head and get back to finishing the lasagna. As I scoop up the last bite of lasagna and put it into my mouth, I give into the pleasure. I grab the back of her head, and force my cock down her throat. I erupt my sperm right into my ex-boss throat. She struggles and chokes, but seems to swallow all of the cum. When I feel the last drop leak out, I loosen my grip on her head. I then relax my bladder. My piss flows in her mouth, my hold on her head forcing her to swallow. My limp cock plops out of her mouth. As she coughs she gags, glaring up at me. I smile down at her once more, patting her head I say Good girl. I wipe my mouth, and put the napkin down on the empty plate. Pushing the plates to the side of the table I look back down and tell her Well it looks like it is time for dessert. I stand up, pushing my chair back. She tries to compose herself, frowning, and angrily says, I did not make anything for dessert. Reaching down to help her up, I say Oh that is not what I was talking about. Once she is standing, I grab her sides and lift her up on to the table. She squeals in surprise. Kicking and fighting me. I push her back, until she is lying on the table. Lifting her skirt, I grab hold of her panties. They were a very sexy red lace pair. I pull them down and off, to her complaints. Her nice hairy cunt is smiling up at me. I smile right back. She props herself on her elbows to look at me, as I kneel in front of her. Grabbing her hips I drag her until her ass is just resting on the edge. Throwing her legs over my shoulders I move in for the kill. Her hands latch on to my head, digging into my hair, as I start to lick around her pussy lips. Her legs squeeze together when I find her love button. Moving down, I start to nibble on her lips. This drives her crazy, and she starts to moan. I continue with this for a while, finally working my tongue between her lips, into her hole. Her juices are overflowing, lathering my face. By now her moans and screams have become louder. Lifting my head up a bit, to look at her face, I shove three fingers into her cunt to make up the difference for my tongue. I watch as a look of pure ecstasy is running ramped across her face. I lean forward and take her clit between my teeth, biting down just hard enough not to break the skin. This throws her into the orgasm that had been building up. A long and loud wail of pleasure charges out of her mouth. And she collapses onto the table, passing out. As she is out I take the time to bring all the dirty dishes to the sink. I just leave them there, I am not about to start washing fucking dishes again. Looking through her refrigerator I find a bottle of cranberry juice, I pour myself a glass and walk into the living room. Making myself at home, I sit down on her couch and turn on the TV. About 10 minutes later, I hear her waking up; letting out content groans and moans, as she stretches. She must have heard the TV, for the next thing I know, she is sitting down on the other side of the couch, trying to keep a little distance between us. There is nothing really on, but we both sit there and watch for the next couple of hours, saying nothing. I can tell, she is thinking very deeply about what had happened today. Soon enough ten o clock rolls around. I stand up and start walking towards her bed room. I look at her sharply. Without question she follows me in. I strip out of my clothes and climb on to the bed, looking at her expectantly. She of course takes the hint and strips down as well. She watches me admire her nakedness. Sliding in next to me, she rolls over to face away from me. Which gives me a great view of her ass. I snake my hand over her side, and cup her pussy. Into her ear I whisper, I want you to climb on top of me. I feel a sudden dampening on my hand before a let go, rolling over onto my back. Without a word, she climbs on top of my, plunging herself down on my cock. I lay back and let her do all the work. I watch as her tits bounce around as she rides me. Her face has a look of overwhelming lust but also a powerful hatred. I think she is just as mad at herself for enjoying what I was doing to her, as she was with me. She rides me for almost an hour, cumming multiple times. I hold back, enjoying the ride. I feel her starting to tire, both our bodies covered in sweat. I decide to let go, and so the floodgates are dropped. I flood her womb with my fertile sperm. This sparks a final orgasm for her, and she collapses down on top of me. I roll her over to her side. She is already asleep, as I cuddle into her, resting her head on my chest. I fall asleep with her in my arms, my cock still limp in her cunt. *** ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 60