College was rough and having to earn enough money for it was even rougher. So when the "rich bitch" girl Reine offered Anon to pay his student fees in return for being her "personal assistant" outside of his studies, he wasn't exactly in a position to pass up. It did of course involve dealing with the most menial, boring shit he experienced, but it was way more manageable than sweating at some desk or clerk table whenever he wasn't buried in books just so he could buy dinner that evening. Plus, Reine wasn't exactly bad sight...

Though, lately things have been escalating in a weird direction. Reine's requests started going from "pick up/deliver this for me" and the like to more
personal matters. Like cleaning her room. Oh boy was there things to clean. It wasn't exactly dirtier than any college student's room, but what was in it
often made Anon pause and contemplate his situation. All sort of interestingly structured clothes and underwear, sex toys, mags of questionable nature with both men AND women in various state of undress. It contrasted quite harshly with the image of prude rich girl Anon had built of Reine in his head. Of course, the threat of destroying his ass if he said anything to anyone was very strongly implied in the way Reine instructed him, even if not properly vocalized. And so Anon kept his mouth shut, never quite looking at Reine the same way.

That was only the first step in Anon's job slowly shifting away from its original purpose. Next were the "massages" and "reviews". Massages were straight
forward enough, just rub some oil into Reine's back and shoulders from time to time. Anon was hardly a trained masseur, but it was "good enough" and "was more budget-friendly". Except things tended to get awkward when Reine seemed to play up some of the noises she was making during it. And her being topless didn't exactly make things easier for Anon too when it came to the "hiding the large bulge in his pants" part. The "reviews" on the other hand were weird from the get go. Anon expected to be reviewing school reports, instead he spent not an insignificant amount of time proofreading Reine's smut fanfics. The flowery prose and spicy details in them dealt another unrecoverable blow to the prude image. Reine was anything but non-sexual, at least away from the public eye.

And then, things spiraled so fast and so far out of control that Anon would feel the whiplash for a while...

Seemingly another ordinary errand, hold bags for Reine on her clothes-shopping spree. The mere idea of this mind-numbing task preemptively dulled Anon's mind, making him not even consider that this could take a turn like the other jobs. Until they got to the swimsuit rows and Reine suddenly decided to get Anon a lot more involved, compared to before when she might have just asked him the generic question "Does it look good on me?" after coming out of the cabin.

"Which type?" threw Reine suddenly at him, holding up two hangers: one with a black one piece bikini and the other with two piece of the same color. Reine really seemed to like black.

"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhh...," responded Anon at first, his brain surprised by the sudden request to perform higher function than mindlessly following Reine around and throwing the occasional generic affirmative response to her inquiry on her current outfit. And since he spent most of the time watching Reine's ass as he was dragged around, his dick was much faster to offer an answer than any more rational part of his body. "T-This one," he finally stammered out, pointing at the two piece.

Maintaining the emotionless expression, Reine simply looked at Anon's pick and returned the one piece onto the hanger. "Well that was predictable," she commented before twisting around and heading towards the changing cabins

"Hey, what did you mean by that?!" asked Anon, sure whether he just fucked something up or not.

"Well, you just want to see as much of my skin expose as possible, no? Or are you gonna deny being a pervert?" retorted Reine as she turned the corner and walked into the hallway lined with small changing rooms. And despite the fact every single one was currently unoccupied, with doors wide open, she headed all the way to the back. There, she stopped and waited for Anon, who was weighted down by two stuffed bags, to catch up.

"I-I mean..."

"Hmmm? Are you not a pervert? Did the sight of my bare back and tits squished against the table not arouse you? Did all the fanfics I had you review not leave you with a tent in your pants? You are not gonna tell me that I am bad judge of character, right?" said Reine, slowly taking steps towards Anon, who in turn tried to backpaddle and gain some breathing space. His face was now flushed to the max, completely confused by the sudden shift in Reine's approach from detached employer to direct confrontation. But before Anon could respond, he was grabbed and tossed into the furthest cabin, Reine following and shutting the door, before slamming hand into the wall next to Anon's head in a textbook kabedon, causing him to drop the bags.

"Now listen closely, cause your future depends on it. I have way too many options of ruining you if you step out of line, got it?" whispered Reine
to Anon, the cold apathy of a rich bitch previously present in her eyes now replaced with animated fire of a bloodlusted huntress. Anon could do nothing but nod, any higher brain function now frozen solid.

"Good, now then! Take out your cock."

"What?" slipped out of Anon on instinct, the shock from the direct request suddenly overwriting the fear implanted into him not even 10 seconds earlier.

"You fucking heard me. Take that shaft out. And you better start stroking it and not stop until I tell you to. And, of course, don't you dare cum BEFORE
give you permission to do so."

With Anon's mind in shambles, he decided to just go with the flow and care about possible consequences later. With a trained motion, Anon undid his pants and pull his cock out of the strained boxers. The whole day of watching Reine's curves in different getups had taken its toll, his member already decently erect. Not sure where to look, Anon focused his gaze to the floor and started to jerk off.

"Oy! Eyes up! You are masturbating to me, not the tiles" suddenly interjected Reine again and roughly lifted his head by his chin. Anon's focus was
immediately on Reine's tits, causing his cock to throb.

Without another word, Reine started to undress, causing Anon's eyes to go wide. Due to wearing only a top with no bra, her tits were immediately on display when her shirt left her body and hit the floor. The heavy orbs were slightly sagged, the pink areolas decorating the pale boobs. Anon actually had to slow down his strokes, such was the power of the display before him. Next were her brown pants, quickly discarded as well, leaving her with just a pair of black lacy panties, wit hint of her white pubic hair peeking just above the edge of the fabric. They quickly joined the clothes pile too, leaving Reine completely exposed for Anon to leer over. Her bush was thick, but contained to only the area above her snatch. Reine stood there for a moment, letting Anon absorb the sight.

"Holy fuck..." was all Anon could vocalize as his brain was occupied imprinting every millimeter of the goddess-like body before him into his memory, in case this was the only opportunity he got.

"Likewise. I'm glad my senses didn't betray me when I picked a boy who was not only cute, but was also..." Reine trailed off, biting her lip excitedly
as she scanned Anon up and down with heavy lids. "...well endowed," continued Reine, her own eyes focused on Anon's impressive, now full erect girth, "but don't get any ideas just yet. Stay right there and continue."

Reine then reached for the swimsuit, removing it from the hanger and taking her sweet time putting it on, making sure to shake her curves as much as possible for Anon. Her breast jiggled around as she pretended to struggle with getting her leg into bikini bottom, same with the other foot, before sloooowly pulling it up. She also made sure to drive it as high as possible, the tugging motion only making her ass and tits jiggle more, the outline of her pussy clearly visible in the fabric and pubes once again peeking out. The top was a similar story, as Reine "struggled" to get her massive Reines into it, showing Anon her fingers sink into the soft titflesh before her breasts were finally contained. Reine finished the presentation off by bending forward, the bikini top now stress-tested by the weight of her chest resting fully on it.

"How does it look? Like your disgusting perverted mind imagined? Does seeing me present myself like a whore please your fat cock?" teased Reine, shaking her tits from side to side.

At that moment Anon had to let go of his cock, groaning as his shaft twitched up and down with generous amount of precum leaking out of the slit. Having only narrowly escaped cumming to early, he leaned against the cabin wall.

"F-Fuck...sorry, I couldn't anymore...you're just too-," started Anon to explain, only to suddenly have a finger placed on his lips.

"Too much of a erotic tease? I know. Now, undress and take your time, cool your mind off."

With that, Reine sat down on a chair, crossing her legs and placing her arms under her tits, pushing them up. While she wanted him to calm down, she wasn't gonna make it easy for him. Anon discarded his shirt, now it was Reine's turn to enjoy a little striptease. Anon wasn't exactly muscular, but at least his figure was lean. Reine certainly seemed to enjoy the view, given her approving groans. As Anon freed his legs from pants and underwear and tossed them to the side, Reine motioned for him to come closer.

"Stand here, I want to examine you in more detail..." said Reine, her eyes only momentarily moving up to Anon's face before refocusing on his erect pride. Anon, likewise incapable of tearing his look away from Reine's chest for more than couple of seconds, slowly walked forward, stopping right next to his dominating mistress. Unfolding her arms and legs, Reine turned in the chair to face Anon, before reaching out to him. Her hands landed on his cheeks, giving them a squeeze that made Anon gasp, before pulling him closer. His cock was now right in her face and each of her heavy breaths that brushed against Anon's shaft made him shiver.

"Hmmm, quite impressive indeed," said Reine as she removed one hand from his ass and moved it to his cock, pressing it against Anon's stomach and rubbing it's underside. "Certainly no ordinary cock. Rough and veiny on touch, solid girth," continued Reine, before leaning in even closer. With her nose right against his crotch, she took a sharp inhale and Anon could see her eyes flutter, before she licked her lips and moved away again. "And quite the pungent aroma. Definitely a waste on some low-class hussy. First-grade cock like this should only be used to service first-grade female bodies."

"L-Like yours?" stuttered out Anon in-between his ragged breaths.

"Clever boy. Now allow me to evaluate your..." Reine reached with her other hand to Anon's balls and lifting them up, feeling their weight and volume. But as she did, Anon felt her freeze up, before letting out a soft moan from her lips. "...oh my...such full, heavy specimen..." she groaned out, clearly getting flustered by the act herself, peafowl's mind racing. Her hands began squeezing and massaging Anon's nuts, her face getting ever closer to them as Anon struggled to remain composed under her touch. "You should be thankful I took you under my wing before any other basic wench could instead...man like you needs, no, requires skilled, thorough treatment..."

No longer able to hold back, Reine gave in and lifted up his fat nuts, planting a wet kiss on them. Hearing anon yelp and feeling his cock twitch
against her hand, Reine slid her hand down to his base and grasped it tightly, keeping him away from the edge. Anon had to prop himself against the wall, feeling his losing strength under the gentle assault of Reine's lips. Peafowl princess continued to make out with his balls, each kiss punctuated with a low moan. Soon enough, kisses stopped being enough for Reine and she started to suck on his balls, her cheeks caving in due to the pressure she applied to his splendid orbs, before letting them go with a loud pop.

Anon was feeling his body slowly reaching the limit, but the stimulation he was receiving proved overpowering, making him unable to vocalize anything beyond a gasp or a moan. And it only got worse as Reine moved the hand, which until now was just rubbing his shaft, and focusing it on his constantly leaking tip. Rubbing her fingers and palm against it, Reine's hand became stained with his precum, while Anon desperately struggled to not blow his load then and there. Thankfully, Reine decided to show him mercy and paused her movements, leaning away. Reine then brought her stained hand to her face and inhaled his aroma.

"What a potent smell..." she said, before smelling her hand again and licking it immediately after. "Strong taste, too..." she continued, placing her index
finger into her mouth and giving it a thorough tonguebath, removing all traces of his juices from it. Her free hand meanwhile slid down her body and to her crotch, starting to rub her pussy through the dark fabric of her bikini. Panting and catching his breath, Anon was transfixed on the lewd display before him.

Once all the precum was cleaned from her hand, Reine gripped Anon's cock again and grabbed him by the hip, pulling him closer. The moment his cock came into range, her lips sealed around his tip and forced a high-pitched yelp out of him, the sensory overload causing his muscles to move on pure instinct and attempting to thrust deeper into Reine's mouth. At first, she held him at bay, her hands ready to stop his push. But after couple of attempts, Anon's hips suddenly failed to find resistance and his cock sank deeper into Reine's wet, warm mouth. Her hand now, instead of stopping him, huglocked his legs and prevented him from pulling away. Completely giving up on controlling himself, Anon started to thrust into Reine's mouthpussy, while Reine whipped his shaft with her tongue and hugged it with her tight throat. Realizing bit too late what sort of noises he was making, Anon sank his teeth into his hand to prevent himself from screaming as he came, unloading rope after rope of cum into Reine's throat.

When his cock finally stop shooting and throbbing, Reine released Anon from her grasp, allowing him to back off and sit down on the floor, trying to compose himself. Reine meanwhile wiped her mouth and stood up, now leaning over Anon's limp body.

"Congratulations. You have passed my audition," was all she said to him before kicking his clothes over to him. "We are leaving, make yourself
at least somewhat presentable and wait for me outside."

Feeling like he almost got his soul sucked out of him by a succubus, Anon slid into his clothes, trying to ignore how in clang to his skin thanks to all the
sweat. After grabbing the bags and walking out, Anon waited couple of minutes for Reine. When she finally emerged, she didn't look like she just almost made a guy cum himself to death, but the signs were there if you looked hard enough. Slightly ruffled hair, clothes clinging to her skin, the faint odor of sweat, only partially masked by the perfume...

Reine greeted girl at the counter by name, despite her not having any sort of nametag. They clearly knew each other and the girl was trying her hardest to pretend she didn't notice neither the state in which the two left the cabin hallway, nor the quite obvious wet patch on the bikini when Reine handed it to her. Once the bikini was added into the back, the two departed the store with swift pace.

"S-So, what now Reine?", asked Anon, the reality of what just happened settling in and spawning million questions in his head.

"Now? Isn't it obvious? We are heading to my place at once. First, to unload the bags. And second," Reine paused as she leaned closer to Anon's ear,
switching to sultry whisper, "I didn't get to cum yet. So you better be ready to take care of that as well, understood?"

Anon swallowed hard, feeling his cock making a bulge in his pants despite cumming what felt like buckets just few minutes prior. Satisfied with his reaction, Reine lead him out of the shopping mall and towards her car, with promise of more wild adventures in-between his regular assistant duties to come.