Barford File 3 The Sandbergs Chapters VII and VIII
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MEANWHILE, ACROSS TOWN
"FUCK!!!" the voice of Michael Mitchell rang out across the crowded
boardroom.
"I'm sorry, sir. We're trying to find him now. I'm sure he'll turn up
soon."
"Listen, your stupid shit, If you don't find out where your prima donna
of a CEO is in five minutes I'm going to execute one of these pretty
young interns of yours on live fucking television.
"Yes..."
"Suit." Turning away from the nervous assistant. "What's the damage?"
"I believe that the only damage is a cosmetic one, Sir. We;re looking at
a dip in valuation of around %5 which is well within our margins."
Grabbing the lawyer by the shit collar, he said "he fucked me, Stanley.
He's fucked me right up the shitter. I just know it."
"It does appear that way, sir."
"Not that you'd mind that, would ya," Mitchell guffawed, poking the
clearly perturbed $500/hour attorney.
For a few moments a silence covered the board room in a peaceful fog.
Then everyone's cell phone's started to ring. At once.
Clicking the link that was being sent to everyone, they were all taken to
the SF FREE PAPER's Instagram Page for a shot with the caption,
"PEEKABOO!" The picture was of a smiling Paul Tudor walking out of a
store with a sign in the window that says, :WAXING %50 OFF."
It took the women in the office to notice her curious footwear, "what the
fuck?"
Stacey Tudor walked over to an isolated corner of the massive boardroom
and dialed a contact on her cell phone.
"Where is he?"
A voice that was clearly caught mid bite replied back, 'I have no idea."
"This has your fingerprints all over it, Chubinsky. What was that project
that we had to hush up with out $17 million in payouts?"
"Swish?"
"Yeah, swish. It almost bankrupted the company."
"Swish was the best thing this company ever did, and it was your
shortsightedness that killed it."
"My husband is running around the city like one of that disaster's worst
case scenarios. Fucking find him, Chubby."
As they talked video of Pansy and Prissy getting into the Prissy Mobile
started projecting onto the board room display. Underneath were the words
"RUNAWAY CEO".
"Holy fuck. That's his assistant Priscilla with him. I'm going to fucking
kill you, Cubby. He should have fired you when I told him to."
"He's not using his company cell. It's telling me that he's still in the
board room."
"Yeah, he left it here. He was talking on another cell when he left."
"Well, it's not on our network. I would know if he was."
"Fucking find him." Stacey Tudor hung up the phone.
Several floors down Charles Chubinsky sat in a large control center by
himself. On a map labeled TEST NETWORK were two small dots traveling down
a freeway. One was labeled PRISSY, and the other PANSY.
Picking up his cell phone, he started playing a video. On the screen a
video was playing of a very sexy sissy writhing up and down on a huge
dildo. She had huge, fake tits, covered by a belly shirt with the words
CUM DUMPSTER.
Stroking the massive bulge through his pants, Master Chub watched his
slave Prissy Pumpscock lovingly, and said "that's a good girl. Bounce for
daddy."
---
Pansy Pumpscock giggled as she drove down the highway. Looking at her
sister, she told her, "OMG, I need to be making men cum." See, it wasn't
that hard to drive wearing sky-high Fuck Me Pumps. All you had to do was
floor it.
As Pansy swerved frantically through the freeway traffic she sang along
to the songs of Katie Parry, replacing all of the words with the lyrics,
"oh my god, I need to be making men cum." For some songs it worked better
than other.
It didn't take very long before their attract the attention of a
patrolling county sheriff.
Pulling over to the side of the road, Pansy and Prissy looked at each
other in fear, saying, "OMG."
A tall, muscular sheriff walked around to Prissy's side of the car.
Gesturing for her to roll down the window. Smiling back at her sister and
said, "OMG."
The officer licked his lips at the site of Prissy's obscenely large tits.
"Where's the party, ladies?"
The two sissies looked at him and said, "OMG, I need to be making men
cum." The two cum hungry sluts could tell by the pulsing bulge in the
crotch of his uniform that he needed to cum very hard.
"Ladies, I'm afraid I'm going to need to see your license and... HOLY
SHIT! You're Paul fucking Tudor," and burst out laughing.
Pansy Pumpscock wiggled her fingers at the office and said, "OMG, hi!"
"People are looking for you. Shit, you're all over the news. Man, can I
get a selfie?"
Soon, the officer had his arms around each of the horny sissies as Prissy
held up his phone and took a picture. Behind them cars wizzed by, happy
that they weren't the one's being pulled over.
"Now one of just me and Mr. Tudor. Sir, my daughter works at one of your
stores."
Prissy pointed the camera at the two of them and said, "OMG!"
Pansy grabbed his ass firmly causing the officer to yelp just as the
photo went off.
"Thanks so much, Mr. Tudor. My wife will be so excited!"
----
There was something truly special about being Pansy Pumpscock right now.
She could tell. Strutting through the South Mall, hand in hand with her
ultra sexy sissy sister Prissy, every eye was drawn to her.
Perhaps it was her super sexy tight corset that made her look like a some
sort of steampumk sissy, One thing that had to be taken into account was
that the two sisters wore outrageous sky high platform Fuck Me Pumps,
exaggerated by the super sexy runway strut that they each adopted. While
that obscene bouncing on Prissy's extremely large and painfully erect
torpedo tits certainly drew the attention of many, the fact that the self
professed Cum Dumpster was walking hand in hand with one of the richest
men in the world certainly had to be taken into account.
A large part of it had to be their confidence. They were two cum hungry
sissies on the prowl, and they didn't care what anybody thought. There
was no truth more certain to either of them than they were at the right
place, at the right time, doing the right thing. It certainly didn't hurt
that behind the outrageous pair of sissies was a local county sheriff
giving them the air that they were on official business.
Pansy froze in front of a store. The South Mall may not have been the
fanciest mall anymore, but it contained one thing that was absolutely
essential for Pansy in order to make men cum. One of their establishments
has known to be the place to buy the sluttiest prom dresses in the state.
Standing in front of SPECIAL NIGHT took an extra sissy pose and said,
"OMG!"
This was probably the worst time in the year to be running a store that
specialized in prom dresses. Jerry couldn't afford to keep any staff on
until the end of summer. It was just him, sitting in his back office,
waiting for some strange person to wander in. You just didn't get any
normal people around now.
At first it bothered him. The parade of cross dressers and couples
looking to spice up their marriage. Now they were the only thing that
made his day worth living. The truth was, he liked people, and he loved
being able to help them feel sexy.
Today was a very special day for the Special Night establishment, because
one of the richest men in the world was coming into his store looking for
the sluttiest dress imaginable.
Hearing the bell ring, Jerry walked out to the front of the store.
Marching for him, walking like he was possessed by a really effeminate
demon was Paul Tudor, CEO of Tudor Communications wearing a the most
intricately designed corset that he had ever seen.
Walking up to the counter, Pansy Pumpscock struck a pose and said, "OMG,
I need to make men cum!"
It took a minute for Jerry to process what was being said to him. Once he
figured it out, he looked at Pansy's and said, "you want... a... sexy...
dress."
As he spoke, his eyes became distracted by the sexiest creature Jerry's
had every seen. There was no doubt about it. Jerry was a tits man. He
liked them big, he liked them fake, and he liked them obscene, and the
girl standing next to Paul Tudor had the sexiest, biggest, fakest, most
obscene pair of jugs that he had ever seen. His eyes really were to
distracted by the symphony of curves that made up the protrusions of her
titty meat and erect nipples to be even able to make out the words that
were spelled clearly on her chest. It was as if the primal sexiness of
her tits made him lose the functioning of his higher brain functions. He
was all lizard brain now, and this lizard wanted to titty fuck Prissy
Pumpscock.
"Well ladies, I can see you are going to need a private fitting in our
store." Walking to the front of the store, the owner started pulling out
his keys, in order to lock up.
"OMG," Pansy thought. She quickly gestured for the sheriff who was
standing outside, guarding the entrance. Pansy took his hand, and led him
into the store. She could hear the entrance being locked behind them.
Jerry ushered Prissy and Pansy over to the back of the store. There was a
section that had a little entrance way with the words AFTER PARTY above
it in large, sparkly letters.
Pansy's heart skipped a beat as her eyes darted around the considerable
collection of extremely short, extremely tight dresses prom dresses.
Pansy squealed, "Oh my gawd, I need to be making men cum," and started
grabbing every short, tight, hot pink dress she could find.
Pointing towards the back corner, Jerry said, "there's dressing rooms in
the back."
One arm full of slutty pink elegancy, Pansy grabbed the sheriff by the
hand in order to give him the sissiest fashion show that ever was.
Sitting Sheriff Bob, yeah, that was his name, in a comfy chair facing the
dressing room, Pansy giggled and waved as she closed the dressing room
door behind her.
Her first choice was a tight, satin number with a glittery belt that
showed off her tightly laced waist. Strutting back and forth in front of
her man, Pansy sang the Barbie Girl song to the lyrics, Oh my god, I
need to make men cum. I need their spermies... gooey gooey cummies!"
Bob laughed and clapped, and once Pansy was satisfied that he had gotten
a good look at her ass, minced back into the dressing room.
As much as Pansy loved the way the tight dress made her feel strutting
back and forth in front of a man, her eyes couldn't take themselves off
of one dress that was Barbie Girl incarnate. Hot pink with sequences
around the bust and a sparkling white trim to emphasize her bust, it
flared out to a wide ruffled skirt that was high above the knee. A
sparkly pink bow was attached to one hip, making her look like the
girliest present ever for a horny man.
Taking a deep breath, Pansy opened the dressing door and started a
perfect runways sissy strut for Officer Bob. As she turned her back to
him and bent over to show him her ruffle encased butt, she could feel a
switch being thrown in the hungry man's head.
Before she knew it, the Sheriff grabbed Pansy by the waste and pulled her
back into the dressing room.
Sitting down across from a full length mirror, the officer pulled Pansy
between his legs and started pulling her panties down. Pansy was truly
shocked by how aggressive he was being. She thought he was sexy before,
but now he was the hottest guy she had ever seen.
Looking into her eyes with the expression of pure, mindless lust, the
officer I needed her ass and kissed her deeply. Pansy felt like a leaf
being tossed in the wind. Helpless to do anything but fly.
Feeling the large butt plug embedded in her ass, the Sheriff pulled hard
on it, while looking deep into Pansy's eyes. As the widest part stretched
her ass ring out of all proportion, Pansy could do nothing but look at
him with an expression of pure neediness.
Eventually, the plug popped free and Pansy's whole being felt empty, and
in need of cock. She could tell by its absence how much the plug focused
her lust on being a pretty sissy pansy and how without it her mind was
void of any thought besides men's cocks.
Pulling his extremely large penis from the cruel confines of his uniform,
the Sheriff guided Pansy's asshole so that it was positioned directly
above the mushroom head of his cock.
As he pushed her ass down onto him, Paul's mind thought, "no lube," and
Pansy kissed the officer passionately as his cock split her world in two.
Pansy Pumpscock could tell that the high pitched wails of pain from the
brutal ass fucking she was receiving from the officer, only seemed to
make his cock larger, and his pounding more brutal. She loved how the way
he stretched her so fully made her feel completely helpless and under the
control of his cock. She was a hole made to wrap herself around his dick.
Her pleasure was meaningless. His meant everything.
Bouncing up and down, their sexes covered by the ruffles of her slutty
dress, Pansy wailed in blissful agony, "OMG, i need to be making men
cum!!!"
Noticing that Prissy and Sheriff Bob were going to be busy trying on
dresses, Jerry grabbed Prissy by the neck and forced her into the back
room. With most men Prissy was the forceful one, but with Jerry she
instinctively became very passive, and a bit frightened.
As a sissy Pumpscock existing for no other reason than to make men cum,
Prissy knew that it was essential to be the slut that the man she was
pleasuring needed to be. Shy guys needed an aggressive, cock hungry slut
to show them what to do. Matching her personality to match what made
their cocks twitch was just as important as putting oversized implants
in her chest to show boob men that she was their toy to play with.
What was exciting to Prissy was that she found her personality adjusting
automatically. She didn't have any control over it. She was a machine
whose dials were being adjusted by some internal program put into her
brain by her Master. The thought of how this was another sign that she
was his puppet made Pansy's body tingle all over. Being under her
Master's control was a drug that she was now thoroughly addicted to.
Jerry slapped her lightly on the face. "Look at me, slut." Prissy had
been daydreaming. She did that a lot when their wasn't a cock pointing at
her.
Prissy looked at him and said, "OMG." She was standing between his legs
as he sat on top of his desk.
"OK, girly. I want you to shake those titties back and forth hard, OK?"
Prissy nodded and started twisting her torso back and forth making them
sway obscenely. The motion made her nipples, forcibly and painfully by
her extreme nipple trainers to rub against her belly shirt, driving the
sissy insane with lust. She couldn't help but gasp out, "OMG" as she
forced them back and forth.
Jerry's eyes were drawn hypnotically to Prissy's massive undulating
breasts. She would have thought that they were hypnotizing her except
for the depraved words coming out of his mouth. "That's it slut. Sway
those juggs. She me what a total bimbo whore you are. Harder bitch. Make
it hurt."
It was as if he was a titty conductor controlling how she made them sway.
His commands made her snap her chest back and forth hard and fast so that
they really did hurt from the motion.
"That's it you dumb twat. Those titties need to ache, don't they? They
need to be punished."
"OMG, yes!" She had to answer yes. She knew that was what he wanted to
her,. The idea that he was going to really hurt her breasts terrified
Prissy, and you could see the terror in her eyes as she answered him. She
knew that the feeling was real, but she couldn't honestly say if it was
because she was genuinely scared, of if she just knew that that was what
his cock needed to see.
"I think those udders need to be spanked, Prissy Sissy, Don't you think
so?"
As she snapped her aching breasts painfully back and forth, Prissy nodded
her head, slowly up and down, biting her lip.
"I thought you might think so. I can just tell a pain slut when I see
one."
Being called a pain slut seemed to ignite a spark inside Prissy, making
her whip her tits back and forth even harder.
"But you're going to need to prove it to me, slut. I'm going to need show
me what a good pain slut you are and beg me to slap those big cow udders
of yours, hard.'
"OMG!" Prissy could feel the words forcing themselves out of her. As much
as they hurt already, she didn't want to have her tits slapped. Still, he
was a dominant man, and she was an obedient sissy slut slave. The words
just came out of her mouth of their own accord, and as she said them, she
knew she meant them. "OMG, please slap my big cow udders hard, Sir!"
She felt so desperate, and ridiculous, snapping her udders back and
forth... begging to have them slapped.
"I don't know, dummy. You say you have udders, but you don't sound like a
cow. If you're going to get what you want, your going to have to convince
me that you are a big, dumb, slutty cow that needs her udders slapped,
hard."
Prissy gasped as she heard his instructions. This man was the most
depraved person she had ever been with. She could feel how her
degradation has making him hornier and hornier. She had to make him cum.
She had to say, "OH MOOOOOOOO GAWD, MOOOO!!!! Moo spank moo cow's udders
MOOOOO!!!"
Jerry laughed at the silly sissy wearing the CUM BUCKET belly shirt,
forcing her big fake tits to sway at his command, begging her, like a
dumb cow to slap her udders hard.
"STOP," he commanded Prissy. Prissy froze, leaving her jugs to to slowly
stop swaying.
"Present!" As Prissy whipped off her CUM BUCKET belly shirt and fold it
neatly on the floor, it didn't occur to her to wonder how this shop order
knew her command triggers. Standing back up to attention, and arching her
back Prissy cupped her obscenely huge, aching tits from underneath, and
pointed them at Jerry, the shop owner. The steel rings, pulling her large
nipples up and away from her tits, made her truly look like she was
pointing two guns at the man.
"Jesus!" His eyes were locked on her two nipples being made forcibly
erect. "That is the hottest, nastiest thing I have every fucking seen."
Slowly patting Prissy on the face as she held up and out her sore, fake
breasts, Jerry looked into her eyes, and said, "now, I don't want to hear
anything but good loud moans from you, Prissy Cow, do you understand me?"
The terrified sissy nodded, and said,"OOOHMMMMMOOOOO!"
"If you try to talk like a human, instead of the dumb sissy cow you are,
I'm going to have to slap you hard, OK."
"OOOOOOO!!!!" Prissy nodded.
"Good girl. Now this is going to hurt. Big udders like that need to be
punished." And without warning he backhanded her left breast with a loud
SLAP!
"OH MYYYYOOOOOOOOO!!!!" The blinding flash of pain caused Prissy to
double over and almost forget his command that she was a dumb cow.
Without warning, her punisher grabbed ahold of her two nipple trainers
and pulled her up by her nipples, so that she was against standing at
attention. The pain of her super sensitive nipples, caused Prissy to let
out a genuine "OOOOOOO" in agony.
"Now, I expect you sissy moo moo to hold your position, OK?"
Prissy nodded, eyes streaming down her face, and said, "Mooo."
Over and over again the man slapped her breasts as Prissy fought with all
of her might to avoid leaving her present position. Her cries of "moo"
turned more and more into cowful wails as he punished her udders with
abandon.
Then, without warning, he commanded her to, "kneel."
Prissy quickly obeyed him grateful for anything that stopped his
slapping.
Prissy was face to face with the man's painfully erect hard-on straining
to get free from his slacks. "Now I'm going to teach you how to pray to
my cock. Take it out."
Prissy reached up to start unbuckling his pants when he lightly slapped
her and said, "no hands, slut."
Prissy dropped her hands obediently to her sides and started tugging on
the loop of his belt ring to get it free. She loved how his erection
pressed against her chin as she tugged and twisted.
Having gotten his belt out of the way, she needed to pull the buttons of
his pants into her mouth so that she could use her tongue to pull the top
of his pants open. Doing that, she started tugging on his zipper, loving
how his bulge made it harder for her to pull down.
When his pants fell to the ground, Prissy gasped as his erection sprang
out from the hole in his boxer shorts. She loved thinking about its
impatience, and how demanding it was of her attention.
Once she had pulled his underwear free from his erection, so that they
were down around his ankles, Prissy kneeled back and looked at his cock
worshipfully.
There was something truly hot about the contrast of his intense, violent
lust, and the averageness of her cock. Under six inches, and circumcised,
it seemed small on his slightly overweight body. But that didn't mean
that Prissy was just as in love with this one as much all the other cocks
she had seen.
She loved how painfully erect it was, and how well it indicated its
desire to use Prissy. She loved how much need was compacted into its
narrow, hungry shaft. At this moment his cock was her god, and she was
going to be taught how to pray to it.
"Bitch, hold out them udders for me." Prissy presented them out closer .
Jerry leaned over her and let a huge gob of spit land in the cleavage
between her breasts.
"Now you're going to take those udders and wrap them around my cock and
then, taking your hands and placing them on either side of your tits,
you're going to press them together so that your praying. Then you need
to bounce up and down and fuck your titties with my cock. Got that?"
Prissy nodded and wrapped her udders around Jerry's cock. He must have
been saving up a lot of spit, because the passage was very slick. She
then pressed her huge, abused breasts together with her hands, and
started rising and falling so that she was fucking her tits with his
cock.
The thought that she was praying to his cock made her sissy heart swell.
She looked up at her ersatz god and silently prayed for the only thing
that really mattered to her: his cum.
As she bounce up and down, he spoke words of loving encouragement to
Prissy. "That's it slut, make those jugs bounce. And drool on my dick.
Keep things nice and wet. Dumb sissy bimbo faggot, good for nothing but
draining dicks. I'm going to paint your titties with my jizz."
As Prissy rose and fell, her brain absorbed all the truth that she was
experiencing. She was praying, and cock was her god. It felt so right to
worship cock, and to let it control her. It wasn't enough to hunger for
cock, you needed to exist to please it. Your life belonged to it. She
loved how this infused her existence with greater meaning. She was so
grateful to this man for showing her the truth.
Eventually, Prissy could tell by his breathing that he was getting close.
Looking into his eyes, she held her mouth open in an expression of blank
stupidity, her saliva falling down between her tits.
All at once Jerry grabbed her by the nipple rings and pushed her onto the
floor, so that he was straddling her tits. Whereas before she was a slut
working her big fake tits for her pleasure, now she was nothing but a
fuck object for him to pump his cock in and out of.
The intensity of his tit fucking truly startled Prissy. The way he
grabbed onto her nipple trainers in order to hold her breasts into the
proper position for being used made it so that her nipples translated his
pleasure into her pain. The truth of this only made her feel more alive.
She was a pair of tits being used by her god. Even though his attention
was concentrated entirely on her jugs, the way her used her made her
whole body tingle in extesy. She was making a man cum. She was alive.
And then he erupted. The first jet was so hard that it streaked across
her face. As it spurted he cried out in an orgasmic stream of nonsense.
"Huge massive jugs, PAINT THEM PERFECT BOOBIES OHHHHH YESSSSSS BIG
GODDESS UDDERSSSSSS."
He pulled up so that the next ropes of cum shot onto her tits paying
special attention to her nipple rings. When the last bit of cum had been
extracted from his cock he fell back onto the floor in total exhaustion.
For a few minutes the two of them just lay there, letting their breathing
say all that needed to be said.
Strands of cum coating her face and breasts, Prissy realized a truth at
that moment. As a Pumpscock she knew what men needed in order to cum. And
now that this man had ejaculated all over her, she realized that he
wasn't done, and that something fundamentally had changed about him, and
that there was a way to make him cum again.
Kneeling up in front of his exhausted, panting body, Prissy presented her
huge, cum covered breasts to the man and said, "lick it, cum boy. Clean
your spunk off of my tits."
Her words seemed to send an electric current through Jerry's body. His
eyes widened in shock, locking onto her cum soaked nipples. Without
saying a word, his mouth dove to her nipples as his tongue worked
overtime to extract every last drop of cum from between the rings.
As he worked to clean his cum from her breasts, Prissy reached down and
started playing with his big balls. Prissy loved a challenge, so the idea
of making a man hard again so soon after experiencing the orgasm of his
life seemed like a lot of fun.
As he sucked and cleaned, she spoke to him like a mother did her child.
"That's a good boy. That's a good cum boy. Clean mommies breasts. Clean
off all your sticky cummies from her boobies."
Her words made his cock grow against his will. When he first came, all he
wanted to do was collapse on the floor and sleep. Now Prissy was forcing
him to become erect again. The first time he had been in control. This
time he was a puppet being controlled by Prissy.
Prissy started pumping his cock up and down. She loved it when she got to
be a true Pumpscock. That was her name. It was a great way to make men
cum.
As she stoked him up and down, Prissy pulled his face away from her
nipples and up to the top of her breasts which were covered with three
ropes of cum. "Clean up all your cummies for mommy, baby."
Jerry did as Prissy commanded, shocking himself with the enthusiasm with
which he obeyed her commands. His mind went back to the endless hours
that he spent watching titty fuck videos. All that time he had wanted to
lick the cum off of their tits and he didn't even realize it. He had been
living a lie his entire life. He wasn't a dominant man who loved to abuse
women with huge jugs, he was a cuckolded titty boy that lived to clean
other men's sperm off of his goddesses breasts.
Frantically cleaning her face of his cum, the truth of his sudden
conclusions causing his body to writhe in a way it never had before,
Jerry's average side cock came again, spurting all over Prissy's hand. As
he coated she cooed words of loving encouragement. "That's a good cum
boy. She mommy how much you love cummies."
Once he was done with her face, Prissy brought up her cum covered hands
and the two of them licked them clean together, moaning in a way that
Jerry had never moaned before, but which was very familiar to Prissy.
Pansy and Jerry could only blush and giggle as Sheriff Bob and a very
fucked looking Pansy applauded their performance.
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