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Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 3 Chapter 92/24: Becky's Design
🕑 Added 2022-03-10 19:16:34 +0000 UTCBecky finished setting up a program on the laptop just as I finished my first order of noodles. I finished it with a satisfyingly loud slurp before opening the next container. I turned back and looked at the screen as I saw Becky with her professional demeanor in full performance. It annoyed me slightly, but I didn't let that show on my face as I knew something was up, but not what.
"Okay, So your room is pretty big, and Samantha has given me a lot of room to work with. I have divided the room into two separate rooms." Becky began sitting back and turning the laptop screen so I could better view it. I turned and looked at the screen as I slurped up more noodles to fill my stomach.
"The first room is more of a derelict room meant for punishment. I have two main options for that," Becky pulled up the room as I watched, and I saw a room that looked almost like it fit in a horror movie. There were chains on the walls and whips with some metal piping. The only things that were missing from it were blood and grime. Instead of that, it looked sterile, like it was ready for someone to get an operation. "So first, this room is meant to make men and women feel dread coming into it," Becky said, looking at me.
My face was inches away from hers, and she blushed when she realized that she was within kissing distance from my lips. She quickly turned back, and I had a sudden thought in the back of my head, just slightly out of grasp. "This room is made for making a mess. I have planned even to have a plumbing come in and make a drain in the middle of the floor for easier cleaning later." Becky said, pulling up a drain in the room. "This room will also have a large set of doors to move equipment in and out of storage. I even took the point of having latch points around the room to attach pipes and other restraining devices to the floor. This way, no punishment will be escapable." Becky said, and I nodded.
I liked the thought that it was easy to clean the floors, although the clasps and ringlets on the floor would make it annoying to sweep. "This setup is meant to be mopped up and letting Samantha's professionals do a better clean the next day for any debris." Becky paused again as I looked at it.
"So this is strictly a punishment room?" I asked Becky before slurping more noodles.
"No, This is a multifaceted room," Becky clarified. "This room is better suited if some blood gets around or urine, even feces, for easier cleaning. Also, sometimes Mistress's hit too hard. The clients know that as well. This is a good whipping room, but it is also great for restraint play and abandonment play." Becky said with a shake of her head. "There are many forms of play that may make a woman no longer be able to hold in her bladder either." Becky continued, and I nodded along with her. "This room is perfect for that as the cleanup will be simple and quick. As a plus, any kneeling play will be a little more uncomfortable for the playtime because it will be something easy to clean on the floor instead of carpet."
I nodded, "I like it," I told her truthfully. What about the other design for the same section you said you had in mind." I asked her before I slurped up the last of my noodles quickly.
"The other design is much like this one actually but in a different color palate." Becky said, "You told me you like darker colors, so I thought I might do it in a dark brown for the walls. I added some wood to give it style and hidden cabinets. The chains are all there, but it no longer has the bare look the other one has." Becky said, pitching the idea to me.
I looked at the design, and it no longer had that bleached, clean look that was so simple for the other room. This one still had the concrete floor with the drain at the bottom. The dark brown walls with the wood gave it a more elegant feel. Small cabinets to hide some of the equipment thickened those false pillars that gave the room a more elegant look, and I nodded, liking it too. It was hard to say which I liked more.
I frowned since I liked both options so much, and Becky watched me with pink cheeks. She frowned, seeing my frown as I thought on it. What did I like better, though? It plagued my mind for a minute, and I sat back seeing Paul and Becky looking at me.
"Is something wrong," Paul asked, saving Becky the need to ask me herself.
"I like both designs," I told him truthfully, making Becky sigh relieved. I turned to her, and I continued, "Show me the other room Ideas. I like looking more elegant a little but remember we might be doing a gym machine for me to work up a sweat too at work." I reminded her, and Becky smiled.
"I have planned for that," Becky said and pulled up a deliciously dark-looking bedroom. In the corner with a heart-shaped bed with a chest that looked like a tail at the end. I instantly recognized it as the symbol that Paul came up with. I looked at it and wasn't a fan of the heart-shaped bed. But the Cabinets and the black walls with the Mirrors on the room's ceiling made the room seem both small and enclosed and large. It was exciting to see, and I liked the color scheme. In fact, I loved the mirrors. There was also one of those Bowflex machines for lifting in the corner.
It wasn't scheduled in the room, and I liked the position facing the door of the room. I looked at the flooring and noticed it was black hardwood except around the bed, which was a soft-looking black carpet that matched with the hardwood so that you wouldn't notice at first.
"Storage?" I asked.
"All around the room," Becky said with a smile, "the best thing about this dark design is that even the mirrors are storage areas. You can simply press on them, and they will open up to reveal a cabinet. With the dark colors too, you can easily hide from simple looks the handles to open cabinets that you don't want clients seeing." Becky said with a smile.
I nodded, thinking, and I had a mischievous thought come into my head as I nodded. "Make sense," I replied after a moment, and I let a hand fall from the table to my thigh as I looked at the design. "There is no point to me lying since I am the one who accepts the design first. I do not like the bed." I paused, and Becky nodded, looking at the design on her laptop. I sneaked my hand slowly over to her thigh, and I could visibility see when my hand touched her skin when Becky froze.
Becky continued to move the mouse and change the design on the laptop while my hand rested on her thigh. Paul looked at her in question and looked at me questioningly but didn't say anything. He watched as Becky pulled up the next design.
The room in this one was in a dark blood red color with Blacks as the accent color. There were not as many mirrors, but a set of mirrors on the ceiling above the bed, still in a heart shape. I liked the mirrors on the ceiling. It would be great to show off facial expressions to the women and men that were enjoying my cock. I felt like I could see some nice embarrassed expressions with just those simple mirrors.
I looked in the corner and saw a small rack of weights. I frowned at how few weights there were until I realized I could just ask for more later. The set was a simple bench with some extra hooks under it. My eyes shone in delight as I realized what those hooks were for. The other machine was a weight system with a pull-down system that could also be modified to come from the bottom too. It would allow me to work out and have things to tie a woman up in.
They were both things I could work out and play with a person. That made me nod slowly; I liked the choice of the machines. Looking at the room, I also realized that it seemed more extensive than the other room by more than a foot or two. It took me a moment to realize why as I looked at the design.
The other room had more storage that was hidden, and this room couldn't pull off the same thing. I finished looking at it, and I thought about it. I moved my hand as I thought about it, too, feeling Becky's skin under my hand as I slipped up under her dress. I heard Becky take a deep breath as I reached under her dress, slowly moving my hand up to her core.
Becky looked ahead but did nothing to stop my hand from reaching her panties. When my fingers touched down on her panties, I found a wet cloth blocking my hand from her pussy. I slowly moved a single finger up and down her pussy as I broke the silence. "I like the darker room more," I told her truthfully, "I like the black and would prefer that with all the extra storage space that it brings," I told her truthfully. "I think it would better match the more elegant design for the multifaceted punishment room." I continued as my finger was joined by another, finding her clit.
I played with her clit through the fabric and felt her thighs tighten. I looked at her and turned in my seat to face her more instead of lying back in the booth. I made sure I didn't smirk as I pulled the leg towards me. I looked closer to the screen. "I think adding the weight machine instead of a few of the mirrors you have in this corner would allow me to have the best of both designs and take away the heart-shaped bed. I don't care much for the tail-shaped chest in both designs." I told Becky as I began to play with her clit again.
Paul watched from the other side of the booth, looking at us both, and I heard him sigh. "Do you want a table included?" Paul asked.
I turned to him as I poked Becky's pussy, making her bite her lip softly. "What do you mean?" I asked him curiously.
"If you like, you can use dice for clients when they do something against your orders." Paul said, "You can have one dice for places of the body. Another for what you do to that part of the body, and a third can be a simple dice with how many times you do it," Paul told me, and I liked the idea. "You can even make it a simple way to play with someone if you're having a hard time thinking of how to play with them. Although I would recommend against doing that commonly." Paul finished, and I was nodding along.
I liked the idea, and it played into a theme that I could play with. However, I wasn't sure how to make the dice more hidden. Maybe more straightforward dice for the business card to make my work look like a casino? I didn't know that was Paul's job, but I liked the dice games.
I wonder if I could even make a little video series with this playing with dice.
Many thoughts flicked through my head, and I was nodding. "I like the idea of the dice more and more, Paul. You have sold me on that idea." I told him truthfully.
Paul smiled, and I pushed aside Becky's panties that were in the way, and her leg tried to close without making it evident to Paul that I was doing something to her. I played with her clit even more, and my fingers were getting wet with her juices before I brought them down and pushed them into her.
I saw Becky bite her lip a little, and Paul leaned back, "Good to hear; I will work on something to make you look like a club. Something not obvious to anyone who picks up your card is that you are what you are. I think it won't be that difficult. Maybe something like 'Club F' with a pair of fancy dice?" Paul said, thinking out loud and looking up.
While he looked up, my fingers dove in and slid in and out of Becky's pussy, and I leaned up to her ear. "When I say, 'Would you like to join me to go to the bathroom?' in a moment, you will say yes, Cumdump." Becky looked surprised at me as I gave her the order, and my fingers plunged into her wet depths without mercy, and she nodded. I didn't stop moving, and you could hear a very faint squish sound coming from under the table as I finger fucked her pussy.
"Damn, someone is slurping noodles loudly," Paul said, looking past us suddenly, and I slowed my pace so it wasn't as loud. Becky was doing her best to keep her voice in control as I continued to fuck her pussy with my fingers.
"Ah, Paul, let them enjoy their noodles," I told him, increasing my pace a little, bringing Becky to the edge.
Paul looked at me, sighed, and leaned back as I brought Becky closer and closer to release. "Okay, So to sum up for me, you would like to get some more designed dice and one for the Club design you want?" He asked.
"Yup, and for Becky, I would like a different bed. I don't think it needs to be the same as my club logo," I told him, and Becky nodded as I put my thumb to her clit, and I looked closer at the design. I pressed against her clit, and my fingers pulled out, then I pressed in deeply, hitting the spot inside her. Becky's eyes widened, and her body could not help but tremble as she came all over my fingers. "Then I think we could find a wall for my Logo instead with the table under it?" II said thoughtfully.
"Are you okay?" Paul asked Becky, and I looked at Becky.
Becky's face was red, and I could see her tremble. "Oh, I think she needs to go to the bathroom. I need to go too. So we can finish this summary once we get back," I told him, and Becky nodded with a red face, legs trembling lightly.
I retracted my fingers, and Becky took a second before she began to move out of the booth. Paul watched her with a critical eye as she slid out. Becky stood, and I watched her take a step or two before I slid out, following her to the public washroom. I turned to look at Paul, "Be just a minute," I told him one more time, and he nodded. He turned and looked down at his drawings of the dice with a critical eye.
I followed my cumdump and felt my cock hardening at the thought of playing with her. I didn't want to be soft, but there were others in the place as I looked around. I pushed open the washroom and found Becky just going into the handicap stall at the end. The bathroom wasn't in great condition, but it wasn't the worst I ever saw as I made my way to the end, checking to see if anyone was in the other stalls.
I pushed open the last stall to see Becky looking back at me with flushed cheeks. "Mistress," Becky said, her voice hesitant.
"My Cumdump," I replied without hesitation as I stepped into the stall with the knowledge there wasn't anyone else in the other stalls. I reached down and pushed aside my panties as I asked, "So what is your problem, Cumdump?" I asked her.
"My problem, Mistress?" Becky asked, trying to sound normal.
I watched her as I finished pulling my rapidly hardening cock out for her to see and her eyes focused on it unconsciously, no longer looking up at my face. "Problem," I repeated, "You have been avoiding me both on Tuesday and today. Like a proper cumdump you should have jumped into the back seat with me to take as much semen in your pussy as you can. Instead, you barely talked, Avoided eye contact, and tried to keep yourself away from me as much as you could without even calling me for more cock." I explained slowly, "What is your problem?" I asked again.
Becky looked at my cock, and I saw her dry swallow as she gazed at my girth. Suddenly I used my cock to slap her face, and she looked up, startled as my cock hit her face again, "What is your problem, Cumdump? Tell me, or I will make you scream in here so loud Paul will hear." I told her, and I saw her shudder.
I saw Becky open her mouth and close it looking towards the door. Her cheeks were flushed, then suddenly, she turned back to look at me with my cock slapping her face again as she looked up at me. "Mistress, I- I don't know," Becky said; her expression made me feel like she was stating the truth. "Can you give me time to think about it?" Becky begged.
I looked down at her, and I could see the need for that, and I smiled down at her. I slid my cock along her cheek and grinned. "Take as long as you need while you suck my cock so I can release a load inside you in a minute," I told her, and Becky nodded, and I could see the desire in her eyes as she looked down at my cock again.
Becky opened her mouth and was about to take my cock into her mouth. I pulled up at the last second and leaned down, pulling my cock farther away from her as I moved my hips back. "You can have your issues, Becky," I told her seriously, "You are a married woman with a lovely little cuck to eat my semen out of your pussy when you get home," I continued, saw a shot of excitement through her. That excitement showed me that this woman was still a Goddess in her own mind. "But you will follow my orders in the meantime, Cumdump. You will not avoid me; you can talk to me when ready. Now," I said, standing straight again with my cock in her face. "Move quickly, Cumdump; Paul is waiting."
Becky didn't need to be told again. Whatever was holding her back before was broken, and her mouth opened wide and took me as deep as she could go. Inch after inch went down her throat, and I felt her lips slurping on me. Pleasure filled my head as I felt Becky move her head for my pleasure. I waited, feeling her throat and tongue working the length of my cock as I looked down at her.
Becky's legs opened, and her dress was moved up. The wet white panties underneath were shown as she began to play with her clit as she sucked on my cock. I felt a shiver of pleasure through me before I stopped her head. "Stand," I ordered. Becky paused with five inches of my cock in her mouth and pulled back slowly. She gazed at me and finally stood up from the toilet. I stepped back and pointed to the wall the stall was up against, and Becky put her hands on it while I stood behind her.
Becky's panties were already pushed aside from her own hands as I positioned myself and lined my cock up with her soaking pussy. I didn't wait any longer, and I pushed into her. "Oh, Fuck!" Becky loudly said, echoing in the bathroom. I covered her mouth, and I pushed my cock all the way into her. I broke through once again, hitting the back of her womb and making her cry out into my hand.
The second cry out was much more muffled, and I rocked my hips back slightly before I clapped my hips against her ass. She moaned, and I began to take my pleasure from her amazing pussy. My cumdumps pussy gripped me tightly.
I began in earnest to plow her pussy as hard as I could. My hips slapped against her ass, and I felt her pussy spasm quickly in the fast deep fuck. There wasn't time for foreplay or for me to hold back to increase this session. This was a cumdump, and I was about to use her as I felt her cum on my cock. It didn't matter to me at this moment what Becky's problem was as I thrust into her pussy, making her cry out into my hand, barely keeping her from letting the entire store know that she was about to be inseminated.
My Cumdump finished her first orgasm, and her legs trembled with the orgasm. But my hips hit her ass again hard a split second later, and Instantly I felt her pussy spasm again. There was no mercy as I felt myself quickly reach the edge inside her spasming pussy. Without the need to hold back, I let myself loose, did even shorter, faster thrusts, pulled Becky's head back, and covered her nose with my hand, cutting off her air supply.
Quickly her cries died out as she no longer had the air to do so anymore. Her pussy tightened, and I let loose an ejaculation straight into her womb. Pleasure blasted my head in a nice orgasm, and I felt rope after rope fills her and surround my cock deep inside her pussy. I moaned lowly, biting my lip tightly as I did so.
As semen filled her womb directly, I held her mouth and nose closed for a second or two. I felt her shiver and her pussy spasm again before letting her suck in air through her nose. I could hear her fill her lungs, and a low moan escaped her lips into my hand. I held her there for another moment before releasing her. Her Cumdump pussy was full of my seed as I retracted my cock. I sighed, and I stepped back.
I looked at her and helped her sit down at the toilet, where she promptly let her bladder go. The smell of urine filled the room even as I slowly saw semen drip from her pussy into the toilet. I stepped back and smiled, "Clean yourself up and rejoin us." I told her, and I saw her nod before leaving her stall. I moved to one of the other stalls and released my own bladder into a toilet before I was flaccid enough to put my cock back into my panties.
I left the bathroom and sat back at the stall with Paul, still looking at the design. "So, how was it?" Paul asked.
"How was what?" I replied with my own question.
"Oh, Give me a break," Paul said, looking up with that overemphasis on weird words. "You have been playing with her pussy for five minutes before taking her to the bathroom. You think I am stupid?" Paul asked, "Slurping on noodles? If you thought that would make me reconsider, you need another dozen thoughts coming your way."
I blushed slightly and sighed, "Fine, It was good, Paul," I replied.
"No reason to lie to me," Paul said, looking to the bathroom. "We also don't have much time, but you waited until most of our work was done before leaving her in whatever condition you left her."
Paul turned to look at me, "What is up with you two, though?" Paul suddenly asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Oh, you know what I mean, girl." Paul replied, looking at me critically, "She has avoided talking to you all day, and we both know it. Now, What is up with you two?" He asked again.
I looked at him, knowing it wasn't his business, even if I knew. I looked at him in the eyes for several seconds before I replied, "I don't know," I told him simply, "I will find out eventually, but until then, it is Becky's problem, not mine."
Paul watched me with now narrowed eyes before he sighed. "Okay," He said after a minute and returned to his drawings, looking at them with a critical eye. "Next time, please wait until we are fully done before you break her open."
I chuckled, and I saw Becky coming back out to rejoin us. Her legs trembled as she moved the short distance, and I could see the blush as she sat down. "Now, where were we?" I asked, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder as she scooted in beside me.
I felt her shiver, and we got back to work under Paul's critical eye.
Soon we were heading back out to the truck to drop me back at school. This time Becky got in the back with me.
Comments
QuantumServer
Every interaction with Paul has had me laughing so far, please keep it up.
Grangel
Great chapter!! I hope we find out what is on Becky's mind soon.
Mr.Tiemos
Is the title going to be ‘Tattoo Design Part 2’?
Mr.Tiemos
Paul’s going to have some ASMR coming from the back seats while driving Angela back to her highschool, and it shouldn’t be too much of a surprise to him considering he not only frequently works for Samantha (who likely warned him about Angela’s somewhat public promiscuous actions) but also knows/has a clue about Becky and Angela’s relationship.
