"Yes, please come in," William commands as he rises to greet her.

When she passes through the doorway, a rush of excitement flows from his chest to his face with a throbbing flush. A second later, the rush makes the member in his trousers spring to attention.

A personified vision of beauty and grace, she is like a breath of fresh air. Her braided dark hair, her flawless complexion, and her perfect figure and stature, enhanced by her impeccable choice of flattering attire, bring him to his knees. It has been some time since he has been so moved by such exquisite elegance. She is Aphrodite here on earth and displays class like no other.

When he offers his hand in greeting, her eyes are immediately drawn past it to a small bulge jutting outward. Blushingly, she averts her eyes quickly back to his. With a firm handshake, she clears her throat, manages to stifle a giggle and quietly states, "Hello, I am Victoria. Nice to meet you."

She desperately fights the urge to glance downward again, but as he reaches to close the door behind her, she casts a furtive peek and confirms what she has suspected, a definite firmness dancing behind the cloth of confinement.

Victoria can't suppress her huge smile as she gracefully glides deeper into his office, pretending to survey the furnishings and wall decorations.

They begin to exchange plans and ideas about redecorating. Victoria's eyes drop and steal another quick glimpse. William's firmness is full speed ahead and pressed hard between his body and trousers. The outline of his huge manhood causes Victoria to pause and stare momentarily before William's voice becomes evident again.

She quickly walks to the window to take in the beautiful view of the city of Pittsburgh. High atop Mt. Washington, William's office overlooks a panorama of uniquely shaped buildings and countless bridges spanning the three rivers, which converge at the Point.

William asks her to sit in a chair opposite his desk. He is leaning on it and facing her. Victoria can't help but glance toward his inviting hardness. She finds it more difficult to subdue her reaction and smiles as she stutters and stammers for words.

She manages to hold up her end of the discussion for she wants this job very much. But on her next uncontrollable glance downward, Victoria questions if she really sees what she thinks she sees.

Unable to tear her eyes away, she gawks and verifies that, yes, William's flesh and blood, his whole swollen mountain, is fully exposed and pointed right at her!

She stares with wide eyes and gaped mouth. The blood rushes to her face like an embarrassed schoolgirl. Unable to avert her eyes this time, Victoria succumbs to the allure and soaks in the beauty of its definition and distinction. William's awesome instrument is a work of art and worthy of her silent praise and overt recognition. "This must be what Adonis looked like," is all Victoria can manage to think.

"Victoria, look at my meat and listen to my words."

She doesn't budge. Her fixed eyes speak volumes.

William's forefinger and thumb grasp around the base. He slowly moves his penis from side to side and then points it upward allowing Victoria to mentally measure and calculate. Its length sends a shiver of delight to her groin.

"Watch my meat, Victoria. Watch it move back and forth." Victoria's eyes follow his movements. She complies willingly and subjectively.

"Focus on the head, Victoria. Focus on the silky roundness, the dark fleshy color. Focus, Victoria, focus."

Victoria concentrates on the smooth movements of William's mushroom rotating under the command of his own hand. She becomes fixated and stares unflinchingly even as the stir between her feminine lips becomes more prominent.

William's hand slides up his shaft with a tight squeeze that causes his round knob to enlarge.

"Direct your attention to the hole, Victoria. Bring all your attention to the opening of my meat. Excellent, Victoria."

As William rotates his point of enthrallment, he commands, "Victoria, give yourself to this hunk of desire. Fall under its spell and relinquish your control to it. Go deeper and feel the dominance this dick holds over you."

Victoria listens to his every word and falls deeper, deeper, deeper, becoming a submissive pet to William's powerful penis.

"Victoria, my meat controls you. Show it that you obey its command. Kneel in front of it and kiss it."

A spellbound Victoria walks over, kneels on the floor beneath William, looks up and softly kisses it with tender lips.

The mild sensation spurs a ripple of excitement over the silky skin, but it compares nothing to the stimulation William feels from the control he has attained.

"Very good, Victoria. You can kiss it again and feel the enjoyment from obedience well up inside you. Kiss it again and make note of the feel, the taste, and the smell."

Victoria's lips pucker as she approaches his head once more to plant a longer, more sensuous kiss. Her hungry lips grab the tip and suck. Her thirsty tongue brushes the hole and gathers a drop of precum. Her eager nostrils sniff to inhale the musky scent.

"Excellent, Victoria. You have just become my Meat Puppet. You will desire the touch of my meat. You will long for the taste of my meat. You will crave the smell of my meat. Do you understand, Meat Puppet?"

Victoria nods her head and awaits her next command.

"Good girl, Meat Puppet. Now, when I put my meat away, you will rise and continue the conversation where we left it. You will not be able to satisfy the urges I have implanted until you hear me call you my Meat Puppet."

Suddenly Victoria finds herself shaking hands to seal the deal to redecorate William's office. She agrees to return tomorrow to measure and photograph.

Elated with landing this assignment, Victoria decides to take the rest of the day off. She pulls her cell phone from her purse to call her office. The slim long phone feels especially comfortable in her hand. Her other hand reaches to push the buttons, but pauses first to lightly touch each one and gently glide along its edges. She squeezes the hard object and begins to rub it.

Unexpectedly it rings and scares Victoria into reality! She shakes her head and stares at the flashing light. She quickly pushes the button and answers. Her lips tingle from the closeness. She briefly explains her plans to her coworker, puzzles over her fascination with the phone, and then drives off to the supermarket for some groceries.

A huge display in the produce section greets Victoria as she enters the store. At first glance, she sees large green cucumbers, but as she picks up one to place it in her cart, a transformation occurs. The thick hard tube seems to pulsate in her hand. She brings it to her face and rubs it sensuously over her cheeks, chin and lips. She picks up another and another and hugs them to her chest. Someone says, "Excuse me," and reaches for a cucumber. Victoria awkwardly places all three into her cart and moves to the bananas.

She picks up a bunch, buries her nose into it and inhales deeply. She picks up another and sniffs each banana like a dog. Another bunch is smelled and then another. When a shopper asks if freshness is detected that way, Victoria quickly places a bunch into her cart and explains, "Yes, uh, yes, just like you check melons!"

She exits the area immediately and spots loose mushrooms in a bin. She rushes over and digs her hands into them. Allowing them to fall freely back to the bin, she repeats the action over and over while giggling and thinking, "Oh, so many little penises. You are so cute and yummy! I want to take all of you home with me!" A clerk tries to politely offer her a bag to fill, but an animated Victoria, lost in the thought of all those penises for her to adore, ignores him. He taps her shoulder and asks, "Would you like me to bag some for you?"

An embarrassed Victoria pushes two handfuls into the bag and scurries to pay for the items. She can't understand her fascination with these ordinary foods. She can't understand the arousing effect they have on her. She can't understand why she has stopped at the wiener and sausage aisle.

For some odd reason, Victoria not only sees rows and packages of meat, she sees rows and packages of William's meat. All of them big, hard, smooth and perfect. All of them like her Adonis.

She reaches into the cooler and fondles the sausage rolls. Her fingers wrap around one and stroke it tenderly. They move to the wieners and gently glide over the packages and press in between the slight grooves. Her breathing becomes harder. She voices, "You feel so good. You feel so right."

When she starts to loudly pant, "Yes, yes! Let me touch you!" the butcher casts a strange look and requests that she please not mess up the display.

A mortified Victoria runs to the checkout to pay and leave as quickly as possible. She can't quite comprehend her absurd passion for these food items, but she is totally off her radar screen when a tinge of jealousy passes over her. How dare that bag boy touch and handle her cucumbers, her bananas, and her mushrooms!

At home, Victoria doesn't put the vegetables into the refrigerator. She carries everything upstairs to her bedroom. She turns on the shower and lights some candles. The water runs for several long minutes while she picks up each tall candle and sensuously rubs it on her breasts before lighting. Her puckered nipples tighten more with each waxy contact.

She steps into the shower and raises her face toward the chrome pipe and spout. She sees William's long, stiff perfection spraying her face with his juice and spewing forth his seed. It's warm and it's wet and Victoria lavishes in the liquid with a longing for William's taste.

Knowing that tomorrow brings a new excitement, Victoria reluctantly pulls herself out of the arms of the shower and falls into bed wrapped in the moist towel. She closes her eyes with visions of William and drifts off into dreamland surrounded by her penile friends.

The repetitious buzzing of the alarm clock awakens Victoria from her deep slumber. She is appalled to find a cucumber wedged between her legs, peeled bananas lodged under her breasts, and mushrooms strewn about the bed and floor. If a food orgy has been played out last night, Victoria is neither aware nor complete; whatever happened becomes totally unfathomable. Why can't she get William's precious prick out of her mind?

She quickly showers with recurring visions of William spraying her. But she must not linger. Soon she will be in his office and near him again. If she's lucky, she will capture a glimpse of his wild stallion bucking through its corral.

The drive to the city surrounds Victoria with phallic shapes. The pine trees, the telephone poles, the cell phone towers, and even the stop and speed limit signs stand erect at penile attention. Victoria's excitement mounts as each mile brings her closer.

William's secretary escorts Victoria into his office and explains that he will be with her shortly. She walks past his desk and the phallic pen stands stiff in its holder. She strolls next to the phallic floor lamp and looks out the window. Each phallic skyscraper erects and stiffens against the blue sky. The phallic fountain at the Point rises majestically and powerfully. The thick phallic buses drive forcefully through the folds and passages of the crowded streets. And a phallic jet overhead shoots its white load over the busy city below.

Bombarded with phalluses, Victoria can't see or think clearly. She must touch him, she must taste him, she must smell him or she will die!

William enters the office to find Victoria with palms pressed flat against the panes and embracing the city below. Her tongue licks the glass as her chest heaves in and out. He seductively calls, "Meat Puppet."

Victoria, wild eyed and obsessed, lunges toward William and falls on her knees before him. She sweetly looks up at him with pleading eyes. He nods and commands, "Worship my meat Victoria. Make it aware of your compulsion and desire."

Victoria gently and slowly unzips William's trousers. She carefully lowers them to the floor. With soft tugs and pulls, as if she were removing a sweater from an infant, she delicately removes his jockey shorts to expose his adorable baby.

Her anxious hands tenderly manipulate his raw meat. The touches are so light they tickle. Her hot breath sizzles with each word and he grows into adulthood under her expert affection.

"I long for you Master and the sight of your majestic beauty. I want to bring pleasure to you, King of my desires."

Victoria's appeals are directed to William's penis as she reverently pampers, "Your wish is my command. Allow me to take care of you. You are everything to me."

Her coddles and cossets cause his cock to harden with new energy. William commands, "Meat Puppet, kiss my meat and draw out the first taste."

Victoria purses her full lips and softly closes them over the ridge of his head. Two more tiny caresses along the ridge tease before she places a full kiss directly over his small opening. Her tongue pokes through with little kitten licks. William jerks with involuntary spasms.

She moves down his length with hard smacking kisses. The sucking sounds draw an arousal from deep within him. When she reaches the base, she digs her nose deeply into his coarse hair and soaks in his manly scent. She moans, "Oh, you smell delicious, so inviting." And with that she begins to tenderly open and close her mouth in bites and nibbles as she works her way to his tight balls.

Victoria's hand cups his balls as she gingerly nibbles on them. She very delicately sucks one into her mouth and releases. She moves to the other, sucks it in also, and then delivers hard smacking kisses back up his length.

His meat is hot, hard and heavy with engorgement. She places one final kiss on his leaking tip, and with her little kitten licks she laps up her first taste of milk. When Victoria hums, "Mmmm, mmmm, so good, so very good," vibrating sensations surge throughout William's genitals.

He huskily questions, "Who are you Victoria?"

Adoringly she replies, "I am your Meat Puppet."

Hearing "Meat Puppet" from her causes his heart to pound with a driving force that seems to pump every drop of blood toward his penis. The purple vein bulges as he pulls her head to his rock hard throb and shouts, "Eat itMeat Puppet! Eat my meat until the juices flow like a fountain!"

Victoria murmurs gratifyingly, "Thank you, thank you!"

With an idolatrous devotion than only a true meat puppet can possess, Victoria's mouth performs pure sweet magic. She takes her love object in her mouth and climbs down it like steps on a ladder. Her teeth lightly clamp onto each rung until she reaches its origin.

Its head pushes against her throat causing her to swallow it with tiny gulps. Each delectable gulp makes her teeth clamp tighter and climb deeper until her nose is buried deep into his hairy muscle. William holds her head hard in a steadfast lock. She inhales deeply before withdrawing somewhat to enable her to match the gentle little thrusts he has begun.

The thrusts become harder and longer as William pumps his meat in and out of her maw. She feels the final rigid growth before release. On his next thrust inward, Victoria firmly fixes her mouth and rides him to the end. She tastes his warm milk pour down her throat. She voraciously swallows every drop and suckles longer with an insatiable appetite for more.

William musters the energy to command, "Enough Meat Puppet. You have done well."

After a few minutes of silence and reflection, William pets Victoria's head and utters, "I own this building with many offices to be redecorated. Yes, you have done well, very well."