A few weeks after I killed my aunt. Got incomparable pleasure and remained unpunished. Nearly.

After I walked away from the shock and the fear of capture passed, the lust returned. Again and again, I recalled all the experiences that had survived with my aunt, especially our last hour, when she was conscious, and, masturbating, I experienced echoes of that orgasm.

But playing with a lifeless body was the first stage. Now I wanted to force a person to humiliate himself voluntarily. Do not just have fun, but take it from someone else.

And the more specific my desires became, the more difficult it became for me to get excited. My member did not want to get up, having experienced the pleasure of subordinating a person, he did not want to return to the world of disembodied dreams anymore. We wanted with him a repetition of our amazing experience, and not just indulge in cooled memories. But the desire at the same time did not disappear, but as insomnia, tormented, dissatisfied. Swam in my head, not finding a way out, covering all thoughts with fog, and not letting anyone think about anything but my desires.

In parallel with this misfortune came tetins heirs. Of course, as “conscientious” relatives, they didn’t turn me away immediately, but hinted very transparently that it would be nice if I could find another place for myself or start paying for it.

I began to look for work. In fact, it was even good, I reasoned. Having a job, you can buy a session, and success is not a question of talent, but patience and perseverance. So, the sooner I start, the less time it takes to achieve financial independence.

I was lucky again, and I quickly got a job as an assistant system administrator, thanks to the lessons of Marat. It is a decent office. A staff of 50 people, in the office mostly girls taking orders by phone. And what I especially liked was that most of them were pretty, young and sexy.

But there was a minus in this work. Head of Sales. Rare bitch. No one could tolerate her, even my ability to get attached to the people I needed was cracking at the seams when I was near her.

I just got rid of the hysterics at home, like those new gift in the form of a bitch at work. What is the difference? The hysteric doesn't control herself, that's why she screams. Yelling at everyone and everything: what she thinks, what does not think, what she thinks, what she thinks. Sometimes she is ashamed of the fact that she is crying, and she apologizes to everyone, kisses and sums up that, of course, the accused are themselves to blame, but, nevertheless, they shouldn't.

A bitch - a different type. Bitch screaming thoughtfully. Silk with superiors, unrestrained with subordinates. Bitch screams not because it can not scream, but because she wants to scream. She likes to tell people shit, hurt them for a living. Strictly speaking, with stinkers - it binds me more, and it is easier to adjust to them, but at the same time it was difficult at first, and her disposition was very nasty.

However, gradually I was able to adjust. When it was my turn to listen to her screams: I did not suffer, trying to listen to her and resist, I just stood with the most impassive expression on my face and looked at her lustfully. Always dressed strictly, in high heels, and with a low neckline, waving her arms - without a sound, she was very sexy.

And, while all the employees were wasting their strength on fighting it, overwhelming the management with complaints, I decided to take its side. I did not know who would win, but I was sure the war would not end. With this creature, even the plants were next to it with difficulty, so either she would crush everyone or they would bite her. As for me, the chances were equal, but if she wins, I will be her loyal friend, the only one who supported her. And in the camp of her enemies 50 people, what's the use of being one of the 50 winners?

I found a program that, starting from a computer, began to transmit sound and a picture from a webcam to me. Having spent a lot of time, I sewed her into a corporate ICQ company (which many employees had at home too). Almost everyone had a webcam, and no one had any protection.

Most of the recordings were most interesting: thousands of hours staring at a rye monitor, but sometimes: masturbation and sex, between spouses and with lovers, the sex of their children, talk of personal and work - it was an invaluable treasure. And all that I learned about the most ardent opponents of the Bitch, I began to "quietly" merge her, and she, in turn, directors. Someone screwed up the contract and tried to hide it - to Sterva, someone stole or received a rollback - to Sterva, someone suffers nonsense and does not work - there too. Soon the trust of the directorate to her became absolute, and her confidence in me was even stronger.

A couple of personnel changes and we could do whatever we wanted. First of all, I got rid of all the more or less competent IT people who could notice my scam with ICQ. Then he became head of the department in order to prevent their occurrence in the future. Well, Bitch, in the meantime, became deputy. director and head of all departments in the company.

I must say that thanks to my irreplaceable role in our intrigues, she began to treat me differently. And together with her loyal attitude towards me, I myself could see in her, if not a man, then at least a woman, and, moreover, very attractive.

I am 8–10 years older than me, tall, with a thin waist, a bulging ass and a sweet expression of slut on my face. In the slits of her blouse was always visible chest: 2 or 3 sizes, but terrible shape. Apparently, in youth, the Bitch was full and made her figure intense sport activities, and such weight loss is always very poorly displayed on the elasticity of the chest. But her legs were gorgeous: pumped, slender, with pronounced calves. Before such legs they bow in a kiss, they pray and dream to touch them.

Often, when we sat in her office and discussed new intrigues "for the good of the company," she sat on the table, with her legs crossed.

And at such moments I managed with great difficulty to keep up the flow of the conversation or failed. By that time, my dick had finally ceased to react to porn, fantasies, and even Viagra was not a panacea, but the sight of her bare thighs brought him back to life.

Several attempts to drive up to her caused her only a smile. But not so much my desire for sex, I was ready to wait. Sometimes, after watching her for a week, I would sit on a day off and try to get aroused by her photos that I downloaded from her computer. It was not always possible for me to gain firmness, but somehow I achieved at least some kind of orgasm.

Gradually, I began to learn about her more and more. Bitch was married to some businessman, but she did not discuss the work at home, she was not found to have betrayed. Several times I saw how she idly allowed her husband to climb her. But it can hardly be blackmailed by this. I tried to bring her to any conversation, but she was not going to confide in front of me. No way I could get to her.

The office had a lot of people with whom I could play. Wives who slept with lovers, husbands who slept with mistresses, one who even slept with her lover. Several employees who took huge kickbacks and carelessly told about this in front of the cameras. Half of the office staff, including men, I could bend and fuck in the ass. But my cock and I needed not a gray mouse, but a queen. Her legs, inhibited facial expressions and hanging tits, which I would stretch even more, filled all my dreams. I raved about her during the day, I could not stop raving about her at night.

Day after day, my desire, fixed on her constant intimacy and complete impossibility to get it, flared up more and more. I didn’t have the mind to switch to another when it started, and now I just couldn’t do it.

I even managed to jerk off sometimes only with great effort, but even that brought more frustration than satisfaction.So days, weeks, months went by, almost a year had passed since that night with an aunt, melancholy and boredom seized me and it seemed that this senseless burning me ...