Max let out a low moan as he felt soft, plump lips wrapped tightly around his cock. He soon felt the pleasurable sensation of the slut bobbing her head up and down on his erection. The room was nearly pitch black, and he wondered to himself briefly just who it was that was sucking him off at this early hour?
Reaching over to his bedside table, he grabbed his sleek black tablet and tapped his fingers on its surface. The opacity of the window shades in his large luxury master’s cabin decreased by fifty-percent, and allowed the morning sunlight to illuminate the room just enough so he could see who was worshipping his rigid pole. As the dim morning gleam peaked through the blinds of Max’s cabin, he pushed off his blankets and saw the absolutely gorgeous fucktoy servicing him. What he saw caused his lips to curl in a smile of absolute delight.
It was the former Georgina Bronson, but as he had observed a few days prior with the one-time troublesome girl’s stepmother, Georgina had gone through a definite sea-change. The old Georgina would have never snuck into Max’s, nor any man’s cabin for that matter, to give him the kind of wake up call he was receiving at that moment. She wouldn’t have been all-but completely naked, clad only in towering heels and a gold necklace, a gaudy medallion at its center revealing her new name. And, of course, the old Georgina wouldn’t have been deep-throating his rockhard cock with her now-talented tongue. But the old Georgina, filled with such promise and potential was gone forever, and in her place was the newest member of Max’s hot and sexy crew of willing fucktoys. She was…
“Gigi!” The Frenchman smiled, as the prized slut raised her head slightly and gazed up at him, a look of submissive devotion to her limpid and pretty eyes. Max reached down and wrapped his fingers around her teased-out locks of wavy brown hair to control the bobbing of her fallatio, “My darling, Gigi! You are doing such a wonderful job. Your Master is absolument pleased with you, my little slut!”
Gigi’s only response to his compliment was to gaze back up at him with a completely wanton look. Her eyes smoldered with unabashed lust for the handsome Frenchman, half-lidded and heavily mascaraed. He knew that his compliment registered in her bimboized mind when he felt her carnally-enhanced tongue swirl teasingly around the swollen head of his member. Max’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the unbelievably pleasurable sensation and he let go of Gigi’s hair, allowing his head to fall back onto his pillows.
Max had overseen every single aspect of Gigi’s transformation from the boring, yet troublesome girl that had been a constant thorn in the side of her stepmother, Claire. Georgina could have been an attractive girl if she had put any effort into her looks, but according to her stepmother, she was always stubbornly focused on other pursuits. Intellectual pursuits. Political pursuits. What a farce! He had taken great pride in personally overseeing her turned away from such forthright pursuits and toward a far more sexualized existence.
The one-time plain girl’s looks had been given a complete makeover. Her cheekbones were now higher, giving her a more exotic look and had been dusted a soft pink. Gigi’s nose, which had never been overly large, was now a cute little button, and her old thin lips had been plumped and enlarged. She was now ingrained with a deep sense of vanity. Like all BLISS Sluts she always needed to look her slutty best, and that meant that her new lips were always shiny and glossy. Her once alert, intelligent eyes were now pools of absolute lust, made up in thick glamorous eyeshadow; her lashes primped out with waves of mascara. The salon sluts had done a truly magnificent job with the new tart, and Max would have to send his compliments their way.
“Yes, darling Gigi. I have spoken to Monsieur Hammer and he has given you the highest of marks and now I can see why. Even Mademouiselle Hansen, now far more in line with the BLISS mindset, couldn’t stop talking about you the other night. Such a good fucktoy you have become, no?” Max sighed, as he continued to stare up at the ceiling of his cabin, content in the sensation of Gigi sucking him off.
His thoughts were interrupted by movement next to him. In all of the revelry of Gigi sucking him off and the day’s events, he’d nearly forgotten his previous night’s conquest. Her name was Tami, and was one of BLISS’ early transformations. He recalled, with a half-smile on his face, how she was a former workaholic. She was much like Gigi was before he changed her, and she too had done little to maximize her looks. Her and a friend had decided to go on the BLISS Pleasure Cruise together to escape the stress of their demanding jobs. Max nearly chuckled knowing that since then Tami’s simplified mind really could no longer troubled, because she had been conditioned to forget the very concept of stress. She knew only servitude and pleasure, and was happy in her existence as a BLISS sex pet.
The now drop-dead gorgeous, heavily-tanned slut reached over to the bedside table and picked up a pack of Max’s premium cigarettes and his solid gold lighter. She daintily fished one out of the pack, and submissively offered it to him. He allowed her to put the cigarette in his mouth. With a flick of her thumb, Tami held the lit lighter out and Max took a few puffs into the end was lit. The golden-haired woman was so caught up in serving her Master that she had barely missed the slurping sounds of Gigi’s blowjob. It slowly registered for her what was happening, and she glanced down to her fellow sex toy. Her pretty blue eyes made eyecontact with Gigi’s, and she smiled knowingly down at the former Georgina Bronson. Max’s big cock felt so good in a BLISS Slut’s mouth. It was good to have another sister in servitude to Max.
For some time, Tami simply pressed her voluptuous body into Max’s toned frame, making sure to press her big tits into the man. She absentmindedly ran her long-nailed hand along his strong chest, and simply let him be satisfied with Gigi’s falacio. Every now and then he or Gigi would moan out, and to the slutty Tami, it was music to her ears.
Max brought the cigarette out of his mouth briefly and exhaled. He smiled as he did this. He felt completely in control of his entire operation, and soon, he would add more loyal sluts to his operation. It was a very, very big day for the BLISS Pleasure Cruise in so many ways. There was a brief pang of nervousness that momentarily washed over him, but he fought it back. If he was less of a man his various schemes would go wrong. So wrong. But how could a day that was starting out so perfectly not end the same way?
His luxury vessel was scheduled to make port in New York City at noon sharp, and once they arrived he and his staff would welcome new guests onto the large ship. Among the group would be his most esteemed guests, Pepper Potts, as well as the mutant women, Ororo Monroe and Kitty Pryde. Once they were good and settled in their cabins of his ship, Max knew he would have them. They didn’t know it yet, but very soon their lives would change forever. Just like Mary Jane Watson, Tami and the former Georgina, as ell as countless other unsuspecting women before them, they would know what it was to truly live their lives in BLISS.
Just the thought of adding such powerful, sensual individuals, was too much for Max. He leaned forward onto the bed, and gripped Gigi’s bobbing head to hold it steady.
“Time for your reward,” he hissed out, gritting his teeth. “Take it, you bimbo. Take it all!”
Gigi felt her Master’s manhood swell before he shot his hot cum into her waiting mouth. The former troublesome girl-turned-hot slut swallowed the thick, creamy liquid again and again, her tongue licking the pumping cock again and again to make sure she coaxed every drop of fluid from his slit. Max lolled his head back, sighing in relief at the unbelievable sensation she was giving him. Finally, Gigi’s full, pouty lips withdrew from his member. He looked down at her, as she slowly moaned wantonly and licked her lips at her cherished reward.
Max would have stayed there all day and have the newly-minted Gigi all to himself. Well, he’d have Gigi and Tami all to himself, but there was much to do, dealing with the former Georgina’s stepmother. Claire Bronson had been subjected to a constant bombardment of her own personalized subliminal messaging, as well as special BLISS spa treatments that would soften her mind to suit his own purposes. Soon, he’d test the greedy bitch of a woman.
Exhaling a large plume of smoke, the BLISS leader managed to rise off the comfortable bed. He stood up and stretched, catching slow movement from his peripheral vision that intrigued him.
Tami watched her Master intently, before her longing gaze fell upon her fellow BLISS Slut through half-lidded, lust-filled eyes. The sun-kissed sex doll gracefully moved to the foot of the bed where Gigi still lay, gazing adoringly up at Max. Gigi glanced over hotly at the approaching vixen, just as Tami leaned her head in. Soon, the pair were locked in a long, sensuous kiss. Tami savored the taste of Max’s cum on Gigi’s lips and in her mouth. Max was transfixed by the erotic display, and he felt his momentarily deflated member grow hard once more. Tami was the first to notice, and she broke the kiss, much to Gigi’s disappointment. However, Gigi was soon transfixed by the rapidly stiffening shaft.
Max couldn’t help but smile down at Gigi and Tami. He decided that Mrs. Bronson would have to wait.
It wasn’t like she was going anywhere anyway.
“Time for round two, my sluts,” Max smiled, before blowing out one a perfect ring of smoke before depositing the cigarette butt into a nearby ashtray.
The sexy pair giggled lightly to themselves, even as they moved off the bed and to their hands and knees, positioning themselves at either side of Max’s cock. Soon, both began to lick their way up and down the length of the shaft in perfect synchronicity. At the top of Max’s swollen, purple head, their plump, shiny lips would touch around the head of his cock, and the pair would extend their tongues to battle each other for the honor of pressing their lips to the slit at the very top of their Master's mammoth member. They would often kiss over the swollen head, to each slut’s delight, but neither simple-minded tart lost track of whose pleasure they were really serving.
As if to remind them, Max again groaned out at the unbelievably pleasurable sensations he was again feeling, and allowed the bimbo duo to indulge themselves. And as he tapped out another cigarette from his pack, he just knew that today was going to be a very good day.