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Sarah doubled down on her efforts, stroking and sucking tears streamed down her face as she struggled to breathe through her nose.

Alex grabbed her hair roughly and began pumping his hips, fucking her pretty face.

"Oh fuck yes, just like that," Alex grunted. "I'm going to cum down that tight throat of yours."

Sarah's jaw ached as Alex picked up speed, ramming into her mouth over and over. With a loud groan, he finally released his load down her throat. Sarah swallowed every drop like an obedient slut.

"Mmm, so good," Alex sighed, leaning back satisfied.

Sarah looked up at Alex expectantly, her eyes dark with lust, waiting for him to return the favor and pleasure her in kind after getting him off.

She was so turned on that she could feel her pussy dripping wet, aching to be touched and brought to orgasm.

But Alex just smirked, tucking himself back into his pants. "Now go make yourself useful, slut, and get close to those wealthy clients of yours. I expect results."

Sarah's face fell slightly in disappointment, though her core still throbbed with unsatisfied arousal.

She knew Alex was purposefully denying her own pleasure and release to keep her on edge and remind her of her place beneath him.

"Yes, Sir," she replied submissively, standing up on shaky legs, her inner thighs slick with her juices. She straightened her tight skirt, feeling Alex's cum still dripping from her chin.

Sarah turned and walked slowly out of the room, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She could feel Alex's gaze lingering on her ass as she left.

Though frustrated, she didn't dare go against his wishes, and set out to find some rich clients on Alex's behalf, putting aside her own needs for now.

Her clit still pulsed and her pussy ached to be filled, but she would patiently wait until Alex decided she had earned the right to cum.

As Sarah walked out the office Alex, opened his office computer.

"Time to get some actual work done." He murmured.

Alex was a man driven by a hunger for power. He began the first step of his plan, he searched for Vocal lessons near him.

After searching for a bit he found what he was looking for, the price for the lessons seemed reasonable and the instructor looked like a seasoned vocal coach and the place was not that far from his office.

He wanted to get vocal lessons to gain better control over the tones and nuances of his voice. With an experienced coach guiding him, he could unlock the hypnotic potential that lay hidden within his own voice.

He called the place and booked an one hour session for the evening.

Alex dove into the next step - honing his way with words. He poured through books and articles, determined to expand his vocabulary and linguistic skills.

An arsenal of persuasive language was essential to bend others to his will.

Since there were no customers or clients that came to his office he spent all day studying.

Sarah didn't forget her tasks and sent him couple of nude photos that tugged on his heart strings and kept him motivated during those boring long study session.

Around 5 pm Alex closed his office and went to the vocal lesson.

As night fell, Alex found himself practicing pitch and projection in a cozy studio. He absorbed the coach's every word, learning to modulate his voice like a master musician plays an instrument.

3 days passed.

Sarah woke with a familiar ache between her legs, her body craving release after days of denial at Alex's command. She rose and dressed, smoothing her skirt over her thighs, knowing she would soon be on her knees before him.

At his office, she sank to the plush carpet, gazing up submissively as he unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free and she took him into her mouth eagerly, savoring his musky scent and velvety hardness against her tongue.

She swirled and sucked, moaning as he gripped her hair, fucking her mouth in deep, claiming strokes.

"That's it, take it all," he growled.

Sarah relaxed her throat, allowing him to use her as he pleased until his bitter seed erupted down her throat. She swallowed every drop dutifully, conditioned to accept her role as his personal cocksleeve.

After tidying herself, Sarah headed out to continue her networking mission. Her cunt throbbed as she walked, the unfulfilled need almost unbearable. But she would obey. She had to.

At a charity luncheon, she spotted Lisa, her target. Sarah sidled up to her, making polite small talk as her mind raced ahead.

How could she convince this poised, elegant woman to come to Alex's office for "Therapy"?

Sarah knew her own release depended on luring Lisa in. Alex had made it clear that she would only be allowed to cum when she bought Lisa to Alex.

Sarah acted like it was an accident that she bumped into Lisa there and started making some small talk. At the end of their short conversation Lisa invited Sarah to her home the next day so they could catch-up.

That night, Sarah lay restless in bed, her fingers aching to delve between her legs for just a moment's relief. But Alex's orders echoed in her mind. She would not disobey.

On the fourth day, the dam broke. "Please, sir, I need to cum," Sarah begged Alex desperately. "I'll do anything."

Alex just smirked, unmoved by her anguish. "You know what you have to do to earn it."

Sarah shuddered, both thrilled and disturbed. She would have to go further with her targets, push herself beyond her capabilities to satisfy Alex's appetites.

The thought terrified and excited her. She needed to cum so badly, she would do anything...