It took Emma all of ten minutes to recover completely from having her entire reality fucked by Miles’s Cock.

That spoke to their Choice—that she was really meant for this kind of work. She followed after Delilah happily, humming and smiling, automatically staring down at Mona and Bonnie like she was their superior.

Delilah, suddenly realizing that nepotism was rather hot, decided she agreed with Emma’s assessment. She was their superior. If Delilah didn't have the ring on her finger, she'd be marginally afraid that Emma would be her superior. Being fucked by Miles only made the gorgeous green-eyed beauty even tighter, hotter, and sexier than before. Her tits already had grown. They'd be leaking milk soon how he liked.

Emma wore a tiny hot blue velvet a-line velvet dress. A collar decorated her delicate neck. She and Delilah walked through the office as Delilah explained Emma's new job as secretary.

Bonnie overheard them from her desk. “What’s all this for, anyway? Why do we need a new secretary?”

The beautiful dirty-blond babe who would have turned heads anywhere had good reason to ask; she did her job admirably already. The problem was she was just too old. Even though she barely looked twenty-five, if that, Master and Delilah both knew that she had started off well over forty. And that just wouldn't do—not when Master could own younger hot cunt and enslave it.

Delilah relished her response. “To hire your replacement, duh?”

“My…what?”

“Your replacement.” Delilah was enjoying this. The surprise on her face. “Well, not really your replacement. But my replacement. As Master’s wife, I’m not going to be office manager anymore. I’m more of his…harem manager. So Emma is the new office manager. And Lily is still kind of just a general fucktoy? And that means Mona is taking your job.”

“Wait,” said Mona. “Then who’s taking my job?”

“Interns are replaceable because they’re not needed, sweetie. You’re being promoted to secretary.”

“Oh!” Mona clapped her hands. “Yay!”

A month ago, Mona was on the fast track to graduating with honors from an Ivy League college with a degree in Political Science. Several scouts had been in contact with her to put her on the fast pipe to political office by the time she was twenty-five. Now, gorgeous blond big-titted Mona could barely work her smart phone and was deliriously happy to be the cocksucking fuckpet of a megalomaniac with a harem fetish.

Delilah bit a lower lip. God, she loved her Master so much.

“But…I’m being replaced?” said Bonnie. She looked close to crying.

Miles walked out now, adjusting his tie and the massive bulge in his pants. Immediately, Emma snuggled up to him, still clearly basking in the afterglow of having her virginity taken by the Only God on Earth. She started kissing and whispering right away. Her knee traveled up his thigh and then into his bulge, rubbing it with intent.

“You’re old,” said Delilah. “And you’re fat. You’re being replaced by someone younger. Someone prettier. Though it isn’t exactly hard to find either.”

Bonnie probably weighed one hundred twenty pounds, and thirty of that was her tits. Delilah was being intentionally mean, and it felt terrific.

“But…I…I left my husband. I…I turned down other jobs! I sold my house and g-g-gave you all the profit. I’m living in a studio on Bollowick Boulevard! A-a-and all those dicks I sucked for you…for Him!”

“Gross!” Delilah laughed. “Like, Mona and I know we could never touch a Cock that wasn’t Master’s. But you like, volunteered!”

Emma snuggled up tighter to Miles, acting scared at what was being said. Like a monster had appeared on the big screen. Someone sucking the “cock” of someone else?

“You told me to volunteer! You said he would appreciate it! You said…you said…!”

“’You said, you said.’” Delilah mocked. “You’re like a broken record. Isn’t that what you old people say? Didn’t you used to have records? I bet you still do. Instead you set a record of dick-sucking in an office. What a whore.”

“Hold on,” said Emma. “This is who I’m replacing?”

“Yeah. Doesn’t she suck?”

“I mean, totally.” Emma looked at Bonnie in disbelief. “I’m almost kind of insulted, to be honest.”

“Blame her,” said Mona. “She’s the one who sucks so bad.”

“I…worked…really hard…” Bonnie gulped.

“At sucking, apparently.” Emma giggled. “Like, literally!”

Delilah smiled. Emma would fit right in with Master’s harem of catty vain arrogant fuckdolls.

Miles was clearly enjoying this. His hand was deep inside of Emma's ass crack, fingers working her pussy from behind. Only he was strong of will enough to keep them all in line, and he did it easily.

“Come on now, girls,” said Miles. “Be kind. Maybe she can still work for me somehow.”

“Please!” Bonnie dropped to her knees.

“For free,” clarified Delilah.

“Y-yes!” Bonnie begged. “Anything for you, Master!”

“Yeah. We’ve been looking for a cook.”

“I can cook!”

“And someone to do the laundry.”

“I can launder! I can do both of those things!”

Miles pretended to think about it. He ran a hand up and down Emma's chin. She swooned over his touch.

“Delilah's right, though. We can’t afford to pay you.”

Delilah snorted. Miles could afford to pay thirty Bonnies whatever salary they asked for for three hundred years straight before breaking a financial sweat.

Bonnie dared to ask. “W-will…will you fuck me? Finally?”

“Not if you ask like that,” Delilah rolled her eyes. “Don’t be so gauche. Show up at our house tomorrow and try to be better, Bonnie. Or we will replace you.”

Bonnie nodded, wiping tears away.

“Gather up your desk, and get the fuck out of here. My little sister doesn't want to see you anymore, and she gets what she wants.”

Bonnie was gone in less than the time it took Delilah to say those words. She wobbled out of the office, still only cumming once per day as according to Delilah's instructions. They all erupted in laughter when she left. Miles, still, holding Emma tight, pulled Delilah in for a long sweltering, hot kiss.

“You’re fucking evil, babe.”

Delilah wrapped her arms around his thick neck. “You love it.”

He nodded. “I really do.”

Life was just nearly perfect—only a few loose ends left.