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A Servant to Her Ambition - Part 4
🕑 Added 2023-05-05 06:13:08 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
"It's open!" Moira called out mere moments after Tanner knocked on her door.
He was surprised she'd leave her door unlocked - she lived alone in the city, after all - but he stepped into the apartment and a moment later was greeted with the sight of his girlfriend - not his actual girlfriend, of course, since they were merely playing the part of a couple to help advance her career - in a matching black lace bra and panty set that made her breasts look spectacularly good.
"Enjoying the view?" Moira asked as she put her hands on her hips.
Tanner snapped to attention, smiled, and nodded. "Yes, absolutely."
She smiled - ever so slightly, but it was absolutely a smile - and said, "Make me breakfast. Three eggs. Scrambled with butter. You'll find chives in the dairy drawer. Chop them and sprinkle them over the top."
Moira walked away and Tanner set about making breakfast. He didn't give her order a second thought. He simple did as instructed, as he'd done in almost every way in the month since he'd fallen under her spell and agreed to her plan to somehow destroy Mark, her closest rival for a promotion at work.
Tanner still wasn't clear on how their relationship could reasonably lead to Mark's downfall - and he'd asked - but Moira had clearly decided he didn't deserve to know the full plan. Tanner probably should have been more concerned, but he was far too enamored with his coworker, thanks in large part to his unyielding desire to do precisely as she instructed, even when she pushed him beyond what he thought his boundaries were.
Moira's breakfast came together quickly, and though three eggs didn't seem like nearly enough food, that wasn't Tanner's decision, so he plated the dish, sprinkled the chives over the top of it, and called her back to the kitchen.
Much to his delight, she remained in her bra and panties as she returned, though she'd added a pair of two inch black pumps that made her look even more alluring.
"Very good," Moira said after taking a bite. "It seems that you have many uses, Tanner. You deserve a little reward for a job well done. You may worship my asshole while I eat breakfast."
He approached his beautiful coworker, took a moment to lean in to catch a whiff of the scent of her shampoo, and then sank to his knees behind her as she ate while standing at the kitchen counter. Tanner gently pulled aside her thong, spread her ass cheeks, and pressed his face between them.
Moira offered a quick, quiet moan - seemingly to acknowledge him more than anything - and carried on eating as Tanner lost himself in the joy of licking her perfect, smooth, tight asshole. He'd already been treated to the delightful pleasure of giving her a rimjob on a few occasions - including once while she masturbated to an orgasm - and though he didn't quite understand why it was so thrilling, Tanner couldn't help but get turned on as his tongue flicked back and forth over her anus.
"That was excellent," Moira said as she set the plate on the counter. "Clean up while I get dressed and then we can leave for work."
She walked away, leaving Tanner on his knees with a smile on his face and a mild erection in his pants. He stood, adjusted his cock to relieve the mild ache, and loaded the plate into the dishwasher before cleaning the pan and setting it on the drying rack.
Tanner wiped down the kitchen counters - he saw no reason not to keep busy while Moira got ready - and had just finished when she stepped into the kitchen fully dressed and ready for work in a tight-fitting skirt and a beautiful white silk blouse. Her hair was pulled to one side and she wore simple, small hoop earrings that added an air of sophistication.
"You're so beautiful," Tanner said. "Just astonishing."
Moira flashed a brief smile once more - a smile that made Tanner feel like he was riding high, as he wondered if she was growing fond of him - and replied, "Thank you. It's important to look good for work, especially if you want a promotion. In fact, I'd like you to start putting in a little more effort, Tanner. We need to look like we belong together, so you'll have to get better at styling your hair, you'll have to get your suits pressed, and you'll need to start working out so you look better in your suits."
"Of course," Tanner replied. A month ago he might have objected to an order like that from a woman he wasn't actually dating, but his relationship with Moira had proved just as pleasurable as any real relationship Tanner had been involved in at any point in his life, so he was willing to go along with whatever she wanted in the name of making her happy.
She approached with a decidedly seductive smile on her face and reached out to caress his cock through his slacks. "Did it excite you to eat my ass while I had breakfast, Tanner?"
He nodded as his erection returned thanks to her delicate, confident touch.
"Put in the effort I desire of you and I'll reward you more often, Tanner," she said. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," he answered.
Moira leaned in and for a moment Tanner thought she might kiss him. Her lips didn't find his, but much to his delight, she did offer a soft, quick kiss on the neck. It was enough to send a potent shiver of pleasure down his spine, though, and when she squeezed his cock Tanner closed his eyes as a smile broke across his face.
"When was the last time you came?" she asked.
"Almost a week," he answered. She'd insisted on Tanner surrendering control of his orgasms to her and so far he'd been able to resist the urge to cum without her permission.
Moira smiled. "Is that why it doesn't take much for you to get hard?"
He nodded.
"Well, we can't have you walking around the office with an erection, can we?" she asked.
"I suppose not," Tanner said.
Moira stepped back, held his gaze, and smiled. "Strip from the waist down."
Tanner stood there, dumbfounded.
"Do as you're told, Tanner," she said sharply. "I'll be right back."
Despite having no sense of what Moira had planned, Tanner removed his shoes, pants, and underwear, leaving him half naked and still erect in her kitchen. He stood there with his hands by his sides until Moira returned with a red lace thong dangling from her finger.
"Put this on," she said.
His hand slowly extended towards the panties and Moira thrust them into his palm. The lace felt impossibly soft against his skin and he stared at her, hoping that she'd tell him she was just kidding, that she hadn't just instructed him to wear her panties.
"They're tight," Moira explained. "They'll contain your cock even when you get excited at work. Put them on right now, Tanner."
Tanner looked down at his cock, but he didn't step into the panties.
"Our relationship can be rewarding or unpleasant, Tanner," she said. "I'd rather it be rewarding, but if you're not willing to do as you're told, I have no problem making things unpleasant for you. I could simply decide to destroy you while I destroy Mark. Or, I could follow through on my promise to bring you along with me as I improve my station at work. It's entirely up to you."
It wasn't a compelling argument so much as it was a compelling threat, but Tanner had no doubt in his mind that Moira would follow through on it. She might even take pleasure in it, as there was little evidence she saw anyone as anything other than a pawn in the game of career advancement she was playing. Ultimately, Tanner decided it was wise to be the sort of pawn that was rewarded by the queen instead of being sacrificed to benefit her.
He stepped into the panties and slowly pulled them up his legs. He felt the soft lace against his cock a moment before the thong slipped between his ass cheeks and nestled tightly against his anus.
Moira stepped back, smiled, and said, "Your little dick looks good in panties, Tanner. Almost like it was made to be clad in delicate, feminine lace."
Tanner wasn't going to say a word, for he had no interest in becoming the sort of man that wore panties to work every day. The risk of being caught felt far too significant.
"Put your pants back on," she said. "And hurry up. I won't be late."
Tanner dressed hurriedly, tucked his shirt into his pants, and asked, "Do I look good?"
"Not nearly good enough - like I said, you need to try harder - but you look as good as you're currently capable of looking," she answered. "Now let's go."
Tanner was glad he'd found parking right in front of her building, as it saved them valuable time on their way out. He drove with a heavier foot than usual and they pulled into the office parking garage with a few minutes to spare, ensuring they'd be at work on time.
"Hey," Moira said as Tanner reached to open his door.
He turned to see what she needed and was stunned to feel her lips against his. Her fingers moved to the back of his neck and moved in gentle, slow circles as her tongue slipped into his mouth. He moaned and his cock grew to a near-instant erection in his pants as Moira offered a genuinely passionate kiss for reasons Tanner couldn't begin to fathom.
"What was that for?" he said when she finally pulled away.
Moira turned to look out the windshield and Tanner's gaze followed. He saw Mark standing and staring into his car. It hadn't been a real kiss. At least not one generated by real feelings. It had been designed to enflame her target's jealousy. Judging by the look on Mark's face, it had worked like a charm.
"Kiss me," Moira said as she turned to Tanner. "Lean over and kiss me."
He followed her instructions with gusto, leaning across the front seat, offering a brief smile as a deep sense of glee washed over him, and kissing the astoundingly beautiful woman he was in a fake relationship with.
As they kissed, Moira took Tanner's hand and placed it on her inner thigh. He took that as an invitation to caress her impossibly soft skin. His fingers worked their way as far under her skirt as they could go, stopping halfway up her thigh. She even moaned into his mouth, filling Tanner with a sense of confidence.
"Wow," he said as the kiss finally broke.
Moira's gaze was focused out the windshield, though, and Tanner turned to see Mark was now standing at the front of his car. The look on his face was a mixture of deep annoyance and anger, and Tanner couldn't help but wave to the man who was clearly bothered by the fact that Moira wouldn't fuck him.
Mark lifted his middle finger, slammed his hand down on the hood of Tanner's car, and walked away. "That was fun," Moira said.
"No kidding," Tanner replied as his still-erect cock throbbed while the taste of Moira's lipstick danced on his tongue.
"How would you feel about making me cum?" Moira asked.
"I'd love that," he answered. "Here?"
Moira lifted her ass off the seat and unzipped her skirt. She carefully pulled it down, folded it, and set it on the dashboard as Tanner stared between her legs and admired her exceedingly sexy panties.
"Did I...did kissing me turn you on?" Tanner asked.
Moira smiled and slipped a hand into her panties. She masturbated and he could hear the wetness between her labia. "It was a good kiss, but I don't want to mislead you, Tanner. I don't want you to think you have a real chance with me. You don't. You're not the kind of man that can satisfy me. You're a tool - a useful tool, to be sure - but you're just a tool to me. You can benefit from being my tool, of course, but that's all you'll ever be to me."
For some reason, Tanner found the notion arousing.
"It was fucking with Mark that turned me on more than anything," she said. "It was the anger in his eyes. It was the ease with which I manipulated him by kissing someone he correctly views as inferior to him."
Tanner felt a twinge of pain at the casual insult, and yet he felt no desire to argue with her. Mark was, in many ways, a better man than Tanner.
"I want to run this company some day, Tanner, and that's certainly a big part of why I'm working to ruin Mark...but I find the idea of taking him down, of slowly destroying him, immensely arousing," she continued. "I like the sense of power it gives me. It makes my pussy tingle, Tanner, so even though it was a good kiss - both were good kisses, in fact - it was the notion that the kiss was helping to lead Mark down a path of his own destruction that turned me on more than anything."
Tanner's brain was a little foggy thanks to the arousal coursing through him, but he wasn't blind to the notion that Moira was a dangerous woman and that disappointing her could have deeply unpleasant consequences that he'd very much wish to avoid.
"Now, I'd like you to make me cum before we go to work," she said. With that, Moira crawled into the backseat, leaned against the door, and spread her legs. "Where do you think you belong right now, Tanner?"
He joined her in the backseat, got into position between her legs, and watched as Moira pulled her panties aside to reveal her slippery, plump, perfect-looking pussy lips.
"Worship me," she instructed. "Make me cum."
Tanner pushed his tongue between her pussy lips, mostly out of a selfish desire to taste her juices. He closed his eyes and moaned as her sweetness coated his tongue and he basked in the notion that he'd played even a small part in generating that wetness.
Moira grabbed two handfuls of his hair right as Tanner switched his attention to her clit. He worked her sex organ in a slow, steady rhythm just as she worked his hair, running her fingers through it, grabbing it, pulling on it, and generally making a mess of the admittedly low-effort styling he'd done that morning.
That wasn't the slightest bit important in the moment, though. Making her cum was all that mattered, for Tanner loved the idea of his car being filled with the orgasmic moans of the woman he couldn't resist, despite her insistence that he was nothing more than a tool to be used for her advancement.
"Fuck, that's good," she said. "Eat my pussy. Make me cum, Tanner. Make me cum while your little dick throbs in those panties you so happily wore for me. Show me that you know your place. Show me that you know that it's your duty to follow my orders, to be good boy for me, to be the tool I need you to be to achieve my desires."
Tanner slipped two fingers into Moira's pussy to stimulate her g-spot and he was soon rewarded with a chorus of orgasmic moans as she made a further mess of his hair. She rested her feet on his back as her thighs trembled on either side of his head. Juices dripped from her pussy and soaked the fabric of his backseat. He'd have to clean that later, but in the moment it put a smile on his face.
"Well done," Moira said with a smile.
"It was my pleasure," Tanner replied.
She gently pulled the panties back over her pussy, sat up, and crawled over Tanner and into the front seat to put her skirt on. He backed out of the car, made sure his cock wasn't making an unsightly bulge in his pants - the panties were doing their job, leaving him free to be stiff without being noticed - and soon enough they were walking towards the elevator.
They rode in silence and Moira gave his ass an appreciative squeeze as the doors opened for their floor. She grabbed his hand, stepped into the office, and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Let's have lunch today," she said. "Maybe we can do that again."
Tanner couldn't help but smile. "You mean...what we just did?"
Moira nodded, kissed him on the cheek once more, and walked away.
Tanner stood there for a few moments with a goofy grin on his face and then headed for his cubicle. He was just about there when Mark rounded the corner with a cup of coffee in his hand. Annoyance - and perhaps a touch of anger - instantly washed over his face.
"You're a little late, aren't you?" Mark asked.
Tanner looked at his phone - he was ten minutes late - and smiled.
"Unbelievable," Mark said. "I just don't...I mean, what the fuck? What the fuck is going on with you two? I just don't get it. You're just...you're just...nothing. I mean, you're nothing. You're just a fucking nothing of a man and yet she wants to go at it in the car with you? You fucking get laid in the parking garage and I get nothing at all. What the fuck?"
Tanner thought of his hair, of how Moira had seemingly worked to make a mess of it. He smiled. It wasn't passion on her part. It was a purposeful attempt to ensure that Mark thought they'd fucked. She was trying to make him jealous. Tanner wasn't sure what her endgame was, but it seemed - at least in part - to be to shatter the foundations that Mark's confidence was built on.
"It was an excellent morning," Tanner said. "And well worth being a little later for, as I'm sure you can imagine."
For a moment it looked like Mark was on the verge of throwing his coffee into Tanner's face. "Fuck you, man," he said instead.
Tanner smiled. "You know, that's close to what Moira said to me this morning. She didn't want me to fuck myself, though." It thrilled him to play along with Moira's scheme and it was easy to understand why she got off on it, as there was something deeply satisfying about seeing the intense, growing frustration on Mark's face.
It looked like Mark was about to unleash a torrent of rage. He managed to bottle it up, though, and walked away.
"Have a good day," Tanner called out after him. He got no response, but it felt awfully good.
It would have felt better if Tanner had actually gotten laid that morning - and if he weren't wearing a pair of panties that Moira had instructed him to put on - but he was the only one who knew that, so there was no reason he couldn't enjoy his small victory over the biggest asshole in the office.
With the thrill of that victory still coursing through him, Tanner had a hugely productive morning, ripping through a few lingering projects he'd been putting off and replaying the pleasure of making Moira cum in his car the entire time.
"Hey there," Moira said with a soft, seductive smile as she stepped into his cubicle a few minutes short of noon.
Tanner brightened immediately - try as he might, he couldn't quite dispel himself of the notion that Moira might actually come to like him instead of just using him as a tool - and replied, "Hey. How's it going?"
"How far away is your place?" she asked.
"Half an hour," he answered. "Why?"
Moira made a playfully pouty face. "That's a little too far away, isn't it? I was kind of hoping we could...well, you know...have a little fun during our lunch break."
Tanner was astonished. Had the orgasm that morning been so good that she wanted another? Had she somehow come around to the idea that he could actually fuck her with some measure of skill, that he could perhaps give her an orgasm with his cock?
"I'm sorry," Mark said as he barged into the cubicle. He pointed at Tanner while offering an incredulous look and said, "This guy. This fucking guy...he's good enough that you want to have a fucking quickie at lunch?"
She hadn't wanted to fuck him. She'd just wanted to fuck with Mark. Of course, Tanner now knew that it turned her on to do so, and there was no reason not to try and stoke the flames of her desire.
He held out his hand and Moira took the hint, approached, and sat in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck, and while it was almost certainly inappropriate office behavior, displays of affection for your partner weren't against company rules.
"He is good enough," Moira said. "I'd say he's better than most...and certainly better than anyone else in this cubicle."
"Not true. Not fucking true," Mark replied. "And I can prove it. I can prove it right now if you like. Let's all go back to his place, or your place, or wherever the fuck. I don't care. I'll show you I'm better. I'll show you that he's nothing but a pathetic excuse for a man, that you've been missing out on real pleasure." He stepped closer, leaned down, and said, "I'll show you what it's like to get fucked by a real man."
Tanner was certain that Mark believed every word he said. There was a good chance he was right, too, as he'd absolutely had more practice at pleasuring women than Tanner had.
"A tempting offer," Moira replied. "But not nearly tempting enough."
Mark stood up and for a moment a look of surprise registered on his face. Tanner was a little surprised, too, as Moira had seemingly suggested that Mark could actually come up with a tempting enough offer that she'd actually let him fuck her.
"You two enjoy your lunch...or your quickie, or whatever the fuck you decide to do," Mark said before walking out of the cubicle.
Moira leaned back, turned her head, and softly kissed Tanner's neck. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the delicate, quick-spreading sense of arousal that moved through him, and he very nearly moaned when her tongue danced over his skin, bringing his cock to an erect state in the panties he'd worn for her.
"What do you think he'd do if he saw your pretty little panties?" she whispered. "How would he react if he knew that you're a little bitch for me, that you wear panties for me, that you listen to me fuck other men, that I've made it perfectly clear that you'll never get a chance to fuck me, that your cock will never go anywhere near my perfect pussy?"
She moved her ass over his lap, deepening his arousal while her words made the humiliating nature of their relationship perfectly clear, perhaps to remind him of his place in case he'd gotten his hopes up.
"I think I'd like to cum again, though," she said softly. "Would you like to make me cum, Tanner?"
"More than anything," he admitted.
"And what if I wanted to make you cum in your panties?" Moira asked as she ground her ass into his crotch a little faster. "Would you let me do that, Tanner? Would you spend the rest of your day with a load of cum in your pretty panties?"
"Yes," he said without really thinking about it. He was far too turned on to think clearly, so Tanner let instinct and lust guide him.
Moira stood, turned around, bent over, and kissed him on the lips. It was soft and delicate and immensely arousing, in part because it felt so intimate, which clashed harshly with her pointed reminder that he would never be permitted to fuck her.
"Let's go," she said. "Let's find somewhere for you to take me cum...and then I'll make you nut in those cute little panties of yours and you can spend the rest of the day being reminded of your place."
Tanner stood and followed Moira out of his cubicle and towards the elevators. Despite knowing that he was committing to a certain level of discomfort for the rest of the day, he didn't care. His lust lured him out of the office and into the parking garage. It guided him to driving to a hotel just a handful of minutes away. It made him pay for a room. His lust made him strip to his panties as she unzipped her skirt, presenting him with a view of her pussy behind encased in tight, delicate lace for the second time that day.
"Sit," Moira said as she pointed to the couch against the room's far wall.
Tanner sat as she approached while unbuttoning her blouse, revealing the bra he'd seen her in that morning. His cock throbbed in the tight confines of his panties as his gorgeous, confident, exceedingly seductive fake girlfriend sauntered towards him.
"If you were a different kind of man, I'd fuck you," Moira said as she straddled Tanner and rested her panty-clad pussy against his crotch. "In fact, I'd probably be on my knees in front of you. I'd stroke your cock and look up at you, though you'd probably have your eyes glued to my ass."
She was right, as her ass looked fantastic.
Moira began to move her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy over his cock, albeit with two layers of delicate, feminine fabric between them. "The ironic thing is, I'd fuck you if you were a slightly less detestable version of a man like Mark. Strong, confident, experienced, and undoubtedly in possession of a big cock."
She leaned forward and Tanner kissed her breasts through the black bra that held them. She moaned and moved her hips a little faster, generating an intense kind of pleasure between his legs and seemingly doing the same for herself, at least if her moans were any indicator.
"He is a better man than you," she said. "He could absolutely fuck me better than you. He'd fuck me with confidence and authority. He'd fuck me until I came on his cock - that's very important for a man like Mark - and then he'd make sure he took what he wanted. He'd make sure that my pussy made him cum hard, Tanner. And it would be his right to claim that orgasm, for a man that makes me cum on his big dick is more than welcome to use my pussy to unleash his load."
Moira leaned back, ran her fingers through Tanner's hair, and then slipped three of them into his mouth. He closed his lips around them and sucked as she penetrated his face. In and out her fingers went, all while she rode him faster. The friction between his legs was pure bliss and he was absolutely certain an orgasm was right around the corner.
"I'm close," Moira said in a voice dripping with lust. "Cum for me, Tanner. Cum in your cute little panties. Blow your fucking load while you dream of my pussy, while you dream of the thing you'll never be worthy of, you naughty little bitch."
Tanner closed his eyes and leaned back as Moira fucked his face with her fingers and aggressively ground her pussy into his crotch. His dick was painfully stiff in the panties, but he was close to an orgasm and it seemed that he was as close as he'd ever be to having sex with her.
"Cum for me," she demanded. "Cum in your panties. Make a fucking mess, Tanner."
Tanner groaned around her fingers as she rode him with incredible speed. He groaned from the sheer, intense, overwhelming pleasure of it. He groaned and then his loins tensed up and he held his breath for a few moments of utter perfection before cum spurted into the red lace panties.
Moira shoved her fingers into his mouth and came right alongside him. Her body trembled in orgasmic pleasure for the second time that day as Tanner felt the heat and wetness of his load surrounding his cock and balls inside the panties.
When she'd finished cumming, Moira pulled her fingers from his mouth, rubbed them over Tanner's face, and climbed off his lap. She looked between his legs, laughed at the mess he'd made, and buttoned her blouse back up.
"Get my skirt," she said. "Help me into it."
Tanner dropped to his knees, grabbed her skirt from the floor, and crawled to Moira. She stepped into it and he pulled it up her legs, zipped it up, and looked at her as she smiled down at him.
"You will not, under any circumstances, clean the mess in your panties," she instructed. "You will wear it all day long. You will feel it surrounding your useless little dick and those cute balls of yours. Do you understand?"
He nodded. The cum in his panties was a further reminder of his place, and one he wouldn't try and clean.
"Get dressed," she said. "I'm hungry. You're buying me lunch."
Tanner was happy to do so, as he'd come to enjoy spending any amount of time with Moira. As it turned out, she was smart and funny and fun to be with. Though he knew it was unwise, Tanner had developed feelings - of a sort, at least - for Moira and thus he jumped at any opportunity to spend time with her.
"You know, I think it's just about time for you to watch someone else fuck me," she said as they left the room.
"What?" he asked.
She smiled. "You've heard me get fucked. You've played with my pussy. You've fingered me and tasted me. I think, though, that you need to watch. I think it will help you understand just how good it feels to fuck me, how good I am in bed, how good I make a worthy man feel. It will help you pretend to be my boyfriend, and drive Mark insane with jealousy, which is exactly how I need him to feel to make my plan work. So, this weekend you'll watch someone else - someone far superior - fuck me, and I think you'll do it in those panties you're wearing right now."
Though the whole thing sounded humiliating, Tanner wasn't about to argue, for he'd gotten to a point where he was strangely attracted to the kind of humiliation Moira offered.
So he was going to watch someone else fuck her and he was going to do it while wearing a pair of cum-stained panties. He was probably going to enjoy every second of it, too.
