Max practically strutted down the hall, utterly confident in how the events of the day were going to play out. Pressed up next to him was Gigi, her face cleaned from the morning’s earlier activities, and a fresh coating of makeup graced her sultry face. Normally, a proper BLISS Slut would report to the salon for a professional treatment, which would further reinforce the deep conditioning that they should always look their slutty best, but every BLISS Slut also knew how to paint her own face to whorish perfection regardless. Gigi pressed her shapely body into his lean, muscular form as they proceeded to her step-mother’s recovery suite.
“It’s been a few days since you’re seen your dear step-mother, isn’t that correct, Gigi,” Max asked the sex pet.
“Mmmm, it has been, Master,” Gigi responded huskily, “Are you going to fuck her?”
“My my, what a naughty little minx you are, dearest Gigi. Would you like that? For me to fuck your step-mother and for you to watch? Or perhaps join in, no?” Max teased, his hand falling to her near naked ass, barely covered by a skimpy string bikini emblazoned with the BLISS logo on crotch.
“Oh, Master!” Gigi moaned at his firm touch. Somehow she never broke stride in her sky-high heels, despite the jolts of pleasure being sent directly to her pussy, making her legs go weak, “I’d totally love for you to fuck however you want. If you want to fuck step-mommy, and make me eat your nummylicious cum straight from her pussy, I’ll totally do it!” She squeaked as he slapped her lightly on the ass, “Would you like that, Master?”
Max chuckled to himself, “We’ll see, Gigi, but I fear she isn’t up to my high standards of sexual perfection for me to fuck her. Not yet. I have the highest of standards, you know. No, she isn’t ready yet. Your step-mother though is well on her way thanks to all that BLISS has done for her.”
“And I love BLISS for all they’ve done for me as well!” Gigi sighed, flashing a wide, blissful grin, and rested her head on Max’s shoulder.
The pair proceeded down the hallway until they reached the medical recovery suites. Just as Max had said, Claire Bronson, the venomous and snooty gold-digger had been put through a variety of special BLISS treatments that made her middle-aged body look ten years younger. Wrinkles and age spots were being smoothed out thanks to the series of special facials, chemical baths and wraps she was constantly receiving. Thanks to the strict diet and exercise regime that the ship’s doctors and personal trainers had subscribed for her, any cellulite that may have existed on Claire’s stomach and legs was also rapidly disappearing. While this was happening, Claire’s ass had rounded out to a tight and firm bubble butt, and her stomach had been sucked in. Her considerable bust had also needed updating. The trophy wife’s prior implants, while adequate, were in the process of being touched up and made both firmer and more clearly artificial in nature. Unlike Gigi, who had been remodeled into the picture of a teasing youthful bikini babe, Claire was being sculpted for a more mature, MILF look.
Throughout all these treatments, she was also being bombarded with a non-stop loop of subliminal messaging that was bending her stubborn will to serve Max’s purposes and also loosened up her one-time ice queen demeanor.
Max moved forward toward Claire’s room, Gigi still pressed lovingly against him. The sliding double doors opened in a whoosh and what he saw froze him in his tracks, before his mouth stretched into a wide, elated grin.
Claire Bronson was lying down on the surgical bed, but she wasn’t alone and she certainly was not resting. Far from it. The surgically-altered stepmother was in the middle of an afternoon tryst with a big-titted, big-haired nurse. Max marvelled at how the woman, who had been such a stick-in-the-mud when she first set foot on the ship, was now leaning back on the comfy mattress and pillows, completely nude, and moaning around a long, steamy kiss. The nurse, her skintight white spandex mini-dress pulled down to the waist, ground her hips into Claire’s recently shaved pussy. Max’s latest project, not wanting to be outdone by her big-titted companion, reached desperately around to grab the nurse’s round, spectacular ass. All the while, the nurse’s heaving tits and Claire’s own silicon-enhanced chest pressed firmly together, nipples flicking against each other, driving the once-proud gold-digger to higher and higher heights of pleasure.
Claire was so lost in the constant pleasure assaulting her body that she never noticed Max or Gigi enter the room. Max loved how the middle-aged woman who came off as so superior the moment she set foot on his ship now looked and acted far more like one of the crew than an honored guest.
The BLISS CEO observed the clearly changed woman in bed with the seductively attired nurse, then turned to look at Gigi. The fully converted BLISS slut had a wide, giddy grin on her face and it looked as if Claire’s stepdaughter was going to burst out in a fit of giggles. Holding back a chuckle of his own, Max held his finger to her lips to silence her and flashed a sly smile to his newest sex pet. Her eyes became lidded and she continued to watch Claire and the nurse have their fun. Max could have watched this all day, but he knew time was of the essence. He stepped forward and announced their presence in the room to the hot and horny Claire Bronson.
“Claire, ma petite fille! Having fun are we?,” Max spoke in a voice that was a little too loud, which visibly startled Claire. The naked woman wrested her tongue from out of her playmate’s mouth and looked incredibly shaken when she looked over at Max and Gigi. Her full, glossy lips formed a perfect ‘O’ and her newly waxed, arched eyebrows rose in a lost look.
“I...I...um...Max…” Claire stammered nervously, her eyes darting between Max and her nurse until they finally caught sight of Gigi. Unable to help herself, she uttered a long sigh and gazed lustfully at the stepdaughter who she’d once found so confounding, but no more.
“No need to worry, my darling Claire,” Max cut in, the smile on his face only growing bigger as he seemed to loom over the completely nude gold-digger, “You are on board my ship, mon cheri, and on my ship everyone is free to be who they are meant to be. If you are meant to fuck sweet Sabrina then that is what you shall do. That makes sense, non?”
As he said this, Sabrina, the nurse, smiled hotly to her Master. Instead of freezing in place like her lover was currently doing, a mischievous look entered the sexy nurse’s lust-filled eyes, and her mouth moved from Claire’s swollen, pursed lips to her neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive area. Max watched as Claire let out a soft moan and arched her back almost instinctively to respond to the nurse slut’s ministrations.
Claire was visibly torn at what to do. On the one hand, she wanted to fuck the slutty nurse’s brains out, but only in the privacy of the recovery suite. She wasn’t some whore that would fuck in front of people! Not like the rest of the seemingly endless ammounts of...absolutely mouthwatering beauties...populating the ship. She was becoming hotter and hotter just thinking of them. And yet... she had grown to respect Max and cherished his company, as well as his… She pushed the naughty, whorish thought out of her head when she gazed at her darling little Georgina and what she had become thanks to the wonder that was BLISS. The two of them were so understanding and open with their own sexuality. It had been years since Claire had experienced this kind of sexual pleasure, and she thought she would do anything to thank them for helping her in her own sexual reawakening.
Her thoughts were once more interrupted the moment Sabrina’s kisses left her neck and began a trail down her body. Claire grabbed the nurse’s head loosely in her arms, unsure whether to push her away or guide her further down. Torn by her indecision, Sabrina simply continued to peck away at the space around Claire’s collar bone, then to her augmented tits, slowly making her way down her quivering stomach until finally the horny nurse positioned her shapely body so her head was in line with the space between Claire’s lewdly outstretched thighs.
“Um…I suppose you’re right, Max,” Claire murmured, as she eyed Sabrina before glancing down at her shaven, soaking wet snatch. Her encounter with the nurse had roused something in Claire, and she was so very, desperately horny. She ached for Sabrina to descend upon her, to let loose with her clever tongue and quench the flames of arousal she was feeling. Sabrina returned Claire’s smouldering gaze, allowing their mutual lust to build and build before the sexy nurse shifted her wanton look from Claire to Max. This caught Claire off guard, and soon, she too sought out the gaze of BLISS’s CEO.
“Of course I’m right,” Max said smugly, before motioning towards Gigi. Claire followed Max to look at Gigi and she felt herself practically quivering with arousal at being in the presence of such sexual perfection. Her breathing was beginning to become labored. Max, still smiling confidently, continued, “Look at Gigi here. I don’t need to remind you how she was before she came on board my ship. Now look at her. Gigi is free to be the BLISS Slut she was always meant to be. She is oh so sexy, no? Isn’t that right, Gigi? You tell Claire how you feel.”
“Our Master has made me sooooo happy now that I’ve achieved BLISS,” Gigi sighed dreamily, as she ran her hands up and down the sides of her perfect body until they came to her tits, barely contained in the string bikini. She bit her plumped out bottom lip with her perfectly white teeth and a naughty look came over her changed face. She moaned out wantonly and gave her titties a big squeeze.
“Mmmm,” Claire moaned, transfixed by the utter perfection that was Gigi. She fought the urge to plunge her hands, with the longer, perfectly manicured fingernails into her dripping cunt. She was so horny! Still, something her transformed step-daughter said struck her, even in her highly-aroused state. She pursed her own plumped out lips and tried to get the thought across in her quivering, confused voice, “Gigi...oh, Gigi...what do you...mean? Our...oh, fuck….Our Master?”
The formerly focused mind of Claire Bronson had managed to get the thought out, although just barely. Why had Gigi called Max ‘our Master?’ Was she referring to Sabrina as well? Yes, that was probably it.
She certainly wasn’t implying that the strong, commanding man was her Master. She would never become one of Max’s sexy little sex pets, the way her stepdaughter had become. Even if Gigi had gotten so sexy under her Master’s hand. Soooo hot and soooo sexy.
‘Fuck! I’m becoming so hot and so sexy!’ Claire thought feverishly, a look of blissful realization came over her whorishly made-up face and her lips curled in a pleased smile.
The reclining Mrs. Bronson barely saw the movement beneath her and her strangely drifting thoughts diverted to more immediate concerns the moment she felt Sabrina tenderly kiss the inside of the middle-aged woman’s outstretched thighs. Claire closed her eyes and a soft moan escaped her glossy lips when the sexy nurse planted a single kiss on her bald pussy. And finally, after what seemed like eons of waiting, Sabrina gave her dripping labia a long, slow, drawn-out lick.
Claire’s body convulsed in long-awaited pleasure and the lusty gold-digger lost all control. She gasped out a long, drawn out, “Mooorrrreeeeee!!!!”