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A Hard Business Lesson Ch. 1

By: DutchMark



She was nearly as tall as me, at least five feet nine. She was amazingly proportioned, maybe 39-23-36. She had natural blonde hair, hazel eyes that turned to blue when she was angry, and the softest skin of alabaster whites and pale pinks. Her looks could almost make you forget the steel set to her delicate looking jaw. She had full, luscious lips that were usually compressed into a hard line, and an aquiline nose from which piercing eyes stared down at people. She also had a no-nonsense stride to those long, firmly-muscled legs that made you believe she could squeeze you to death between them easier than a pair of pythons wrapped around a squealing pig. Her name was Erika Teufel, and she was a Class A, workaholic, money-is-everything bitch. She was also my boss.

My name is Jon. I'm no pretty-boy, but fairly attractive to those who like 'rugged' good looks. My hair is dark and curly, eyes a soft brown, and glasses that accentuate my intelligence. My main claim is my body, which is a shade under six feet tall. I do a lot to it – mountain biking, skiing, tennis, karate, weights, jogging and more – and I keep it in great shape, hard and lean.

I'm a stock broker, with a degree in economics and a master's in finance. Being a broker wasn't what I had wanted, but I needed the job. Ms. Teufel had taken over her father's small brokerage firm when she was twenty-four, and in seven years had more than quadrupled its size. She wants to be the Charlene Schwab of the industry, with a string of offices across the country doing a huge volume on fairly low margins. I was sure she'd make it.

When my phone buzzed, I was not terribly surprised to hear Fawn's voice. Fawn is Ms. Teufel's secretary, and she is literally the girl of my dreams. Hardly a night went by without me dreaming of her small, delicate frame, her long dark hair swirling around exotic, dusky features, her disproportionately large breasts standing out sharply above her tiny waist and perfectly shaped legs.

"Mr. Thomas," Fawn's soft, sexy voice caressed my ears. "Ms. Teufel would like to see you in her office." She sounded apologetic, probably knowing what was coming.

"I'm in the middle of evaluating a new prospectus, Fawn," I said, trying to sound businesslike. "Can it wait a few minutes?"

She sighed, a sound that sent shivers up my spine. "I'm afraid not," she said regretfully. "She said, 'Tell him to get his ass in here immediately,' and I'm afraid she sounded angry."

"Well, that's different," I said, echoing Fawn's sigh. "Okay, tell her I'll be right in."

"Yes, Mr. Thomas – and, I'm sorry."

"Thanks, Fawn," I said gratefully. I didn't even think she had noticed me. But she sounded like she was really sorry, not just because I was a fellow human being, but because it was me. As I walked down the hallway, I wondered how many more times I might be able to see her beautiful face and hear the voice that did such exciting things to various parts of my body.

I've worked here for nearly a year. This was my first real job after grad school, and it took over eight months to find it. I'm not really aggressive, getting much more enjoyment out of analyzing financial issues, manipulating stocks, and looking for investment vehicles that could make life a lot easier for my few clients. Which was my problem – going out and finding new clients.

I knocked softly on the door to Fawn's office, which stood guard between the rest of the staff and Ms. Teufel. I could have just gone in, but I wanted to hear her voice, even for those few words. As I entered, I watched her at her desk, her large amber eyes dripping with sympathy, her soft, full lips trembling a little, as if she were the one who was about to be reamed out. I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss those lips until they trembled in desire, but I didn't want to add sexual harassment to my problems.

Her breasts seemed to heave a little, and her breath was definitely a bit labored. Was she actually concerned for me? Could it possibly be that she felt something for me personally? That was silly. She was just a deeply caring person, and she was very upset that someone – me – was about to lose his job.

I gazed at her for several minutes, not wanting to break the spell. Finally I blurted out like an idiot, "Well, I suppose I should go in."

"I suppose so, Mr. Thomas," she breathed, again with a sigh that sent electrical charges throughout my body, stimulating my cock even in this terrible situation. I took a deep breath, tore my eyes from that gorgeous body, and walked into the inner sanctum.

Ms. Teufel was seated at her desk, a golden glow from the window behind her accentuating her angelic looks. She ignored me, so I looked around at the office, just waiting. I had only been in here three times, once for my hiring interview, and twice to get told off for not finding more clients for the firm. The sparse yet opulent furnishings, demonstrating the excellent taste and wealth of their owner, seemed the perfect setting for this beautiful, elegant, totally cold bitch.

She left me standing there for several minutes while she made notes on a thick document. When she was certain I was as nervous as possible, she slapped her pen onto the teakwood desk with a loud smack and looked me right in the eye.

"Well, Mr. Thomas," she said sharply. "It's been three months since our last meeting."

"Yes, Ms. Teufel," I agreed, not knowing what else to say.

"And where are the ten clients you agreed to bring in last quarter?" she demanded.

"I'm afraid I've only acquired five, Ms. Teufel," I said, knowing any excuses would be shot down with a vengeance.

"Yes, and four of those came from recommendations, if I read your reports right."

"Which surely must mean my existing clients are very pleased with my recommendations and handling of their portfolios if they're recommending their friends…"

"I'm not quibbling with your financial acumen, Mr. Thomas, or your ability to deal with your clients and their portfolios. Only with the number of those clients. Not to mention your lack of aggressiveness in making cold calls or other efforts that might bring in new clients. In fact, it's only your obvious talent for investments that has kept you employed – up 'til now."

I gulped. This was it.

Ms. Teufel stood up abruptly, walking around her desk like a hunter stalking a sure kill. In spite of the circumstances, I couldn't help but admire her large, firm breasts pushing out her finely tailored suit jacket, or hear the enticing swish of her nylons as her legs carried that incredible body all of the way around me. She finally stopped in front of her desk, staring at me sternly from only a couple of feet away.

"Do you like your job, Mr. Thomas?" she said suddenly.

"Why – well, yes I do," I stammered.

"Do you feel your base is satisfactory?"

"Well, my base pay is very generous, Ms. Teufel, although I believe the commissions I've been earning from increased client activity certainly…"

"Are not nearly what they should be if you were acquiring a lot more clients. Are they, Mr. Thomas? You haven't lived up to your quotas, which we agreed to last quarter, which every brokerage firm demands, and upon which your continued employment depended."

Her eyes were now icy blue, and her face had lost that angelic look. I came from a poor family with no connections. It had taken be quite a while to get this job. Truthfully, my base pay wasn't all that great, but it was better than anyone else would offer me. Losing my job would be very tough, and she knew it. Then she rubbed it in even more.

"Do you think that, if I fired you now, you could find another job very easily?"

"No, Ms. Teufel," I said quietly.

"Then perhaps we should find another basis for keeping you employed."

"I – what?"

She turned and started walking slowly around her desk. "You're not aggressive in seeking out clients, Mr. Thomas, but there are certain qualities of yours which I have noticed. You're very intelligent, and I admire intelligence. You're extremely good with investments, and could perhaps be allowed to manage some of mine on a trial basis." She leaned against the desk towards me, and her gaze was still piercing, but her eyes had turned a much softer color. "I've also noticed you down in the gym. You're one of the few of my employees who bother to use it, and the only one who does it seriously. When you work out, you have an intensity, a dedication. I also admire that."

I was totally confused. The building her father had left her, an old three-story brick structure near the financial district, had a large basement. Approximately three-quarters of the basement had been converted into a very modern and extensive gym, which was where I worked out frequently. I had seen Ms. Teufel down there a number of times, giving me the chance to become familiar with the figure normally hidden in business suits. But I hadn't thought she had ever bothered to look at me.

"Because of these…assets of yours, I believe there's still a chance that you could prove to be a very useful, even a very valuable employee. Would you care to explore those possibilities, Mr. Thomas?"

"Explore the possibilities…. Well, uh, sure, Ms. Teufel. What do you want me to do?"

"Come with me," she said, heading for a door I had thought to be a closet. I followed her into a small elevator that only had two buttons. She pushed the lower button, and the elevator started down.

My mind was in a whirl. She couldn't want a personal trainer to help her in the gym; she obviously knew as much about fitness as I did. Maybe she kept her personal records in a secret part of the basement, and was going to try me out on them as she had suggested. When the elevator door opened and she waved me past her, the last thing in the world I expected was to step out into a torture chamber.

The brick walls were padded on three sides, with closets and large drawers on the fourth wall. There were a lot of things I didn't recognize, but most of the equipment was obvious. There were various places someone could be hung from walls or the ceiling depending on the position desired, including something that looked like a swing with stirrups. There were benches of different heights and shapes, there were a couple of different chairs that had clamps and straps attached, and there were two beds that also had straps. There was also a large shower stall and hot tub in one corner of the room. All of the equipment looked very chic; leather on shining metals, well-padded clamps, even fur coverings on some of the pieces. And they all looked very painful.

A Hard Business Lesson Ch. 2



I turned back to look at Ms. Teufel in amazement. She had removed her suit coat and hung it on a large clothes rack. Her hands were clasped behind her back, which pushed her starched white blouse out even farther. She stared at me like a cat deciding if she should eat the mouse immediately or play with it for a while.

She walked to one of the closets, opening it to reveal a large selection of whips and paddles. She selected a whip of medium length, then turned and snapped the whip expertly. I jumped at the loud crack, barely muffled by the padding on the walls. She turned to me and smiled.

"Well, Mr. Thomas, shall we explore those alternative services? Needless to say, there will be certain – activities – which you will enjoy more than others."

I thought about it, I honestly did. It was clear that part of those 'services' would not only include being whipped or otherwise tortured, but also sexual adventures with my drop-dead gorgeous boss. But as pleasant as fucking Ms. Teufel might be, or as painful as losing my job would be, I just couldn't imagine being tortured to satisfy the sexual gratification of this devil in disguise. I had never been a masochist in the least, and was certain this beautiful monster would make me pay dearly for the benefits I would receive. She looked at me expectantly.

"No, Ms. Teuful," I said as firmly as possible. "I'm not interested in the deal."

She smiled more broadly, a sexy, lust-inducing smile. She dropped the whip and started to unbutton her blouse, slowly, maddeningly. I wasn't about to stop the show, but I had already made up my mind.

She pulled the shirt tails out of her skirt and spun slowly around, tantalizing me as she removed the shirt. She exposed a silky white bra that pushed up those luscious breasts, proudly displaying her magnificent cleavage. She put her hands on her hips and smirked at me. My lips were dry, and I licked them once, then again.

"No, Mr. Thomas?" she said huskily. "Don't you want the chance to get your hands on these tits, to suck my rosy red nipples, to get down on your knees in front of your mistress and lick my sweet, succulent cunt? And maybe, if you are a very good boy and learn all your lessons well, just maybe you will get to fuck me. Can you give all this up, your job, the pleasures of my body, just to avoid a little pain?"

God, how I was tempted! Maybe just once I could put up with it, just to fondle that unbelievable body, to taste the ecstasy of pumping my hard cock all the way into that bitch's cunt, which I was positive would be just as succulent and tight as she promised. But I just couldn't.

"I'm certain, Ms. Teufel. It's not just the pain, although that's a part of it. It's just that, no matter how weak you may think I am, I'm not going to be anybody's toy, their slave, to use as they want. I'll find another job, thanks very much."

I turned to go.

"Wait!" I looked back at her, expecting her to be angry, to be disdainful, or maybe to try and tempt me again. Instead, her smiled broadened, and she nodded her head very slightly.

"I was hoping you would say that. Maybe we can find another way to make you more useful to the firm – as well as to me."

Not bothering to pick up her shirt, she stepped across to a phone which was hanging by the elevator door. She picked up the receiver and punched a button. "Fawn, come down here immediately. Put all calls back to the receptionist." She hung up and looked at me.

"Frankly," she said, "I wouldn't have minded if you were willing to be my slave. I meant what I said upstairs, about admiring your mind and your work ethic, not to mention your body. I would have enjoyed you for a while, but would soon have tired of you, I'm sure." The elevator doors closed, hardly making a sound. "You're stronger than I thought. But if you're going to be useful to me, to the firm, you need to be even stronger. You need to be a little bit ruthless, to go after clients much harder, to have a certain edge to your business dealings. Maybe we can find a way to teach you a little bit of that ruthlessness."

The elevator door opened again, and Fawn stepped into the room. "You sent for me, Mistress?"

I gaped at Fawn, more startled by her words than all of the rest I had just experienced.

"Yes, Fawn. Mr. Thomas needs to learn how to be more assertive, more dominant. Would you like to help him with his lessons?"

Fawn clasped her hands in front of her and looked down at them. "Whatever my Mistress wishes," she whispered.

"Wait a minute," I said, not wanting this to go any further. "You don't have to do anything she says, Fawn. I'm not going to hurt you just to become more like Ms. Teufel wants. Neither one of us needs their job that badly."

"You think she would do what I wanted just to keep a job?" Ms. Teufel mocked me. "Fawn, tell him how much I pay you."

"Nothing, Mistress."

"That's right, nothing. You see, Jon – may I call you Jon? – Fawn's not my secretary, she's my slave. She lives with me, she's my constant companion, including here at the office. She has been my slave for several years, but that's a story for some other time. And as far as hurting her…you tell him, Fawn."

Fawn's head came up, and she looked me right in the eye. "I would like you to discipline me, Jon," she said in that soft, sexy voice of hers. "Please."

Incredible as it seemed, I could tell she meant it. I looked at Ms. Teufel, not knowing what to say. She seemed very amused by me.

"Take off your clothes, Slave. We'll dispense with the costumes this time." I had visions of strange, exotic clothing behind one of those closet doors.

As Fawn took off her blouse, I could see a black, latex bra with holes cut in the centers. Fawn's nipples were already hard, sweet brown berries that stood out nearly an inch from her dark aureoles. She took her skirt off, showing lacy black panties.

"Just the shoes and stockings for now, Fawn. We'll keep the bra and panties for a while."

Fawn obeyed without a word. When she had taken them off, she knelt on the thick shag carpet, hands crossed above her knees. It was plain she had assumed this position many times before.

"What does my Mistress desire?"

"I command you to do what this man says. You will call him Master, and obey his every whim."

The girl of my dreams, Fawn, was kneeling in front of me, practically nude. The woman I had never dared to dream of was in her bra, looking at me expectantly. My head was whirling.

"What…what should I do?" I asked hoarsely.

A small note of irritation crept into Ms. Teufel's voice. "Jon, this is supposed to be a learning experience for you. Take command."

I looked back down at Fawn. I had been in a state of shock, but looking at her nearly nude, submissive figure, all of my wildest fantasies sprang up. My cock started to do the same. What the hell, I thought. What the fuck did I have to lose? This was way too bizarre to be some kind of strange setup. This place was real, these women were what they said they were. And I was being invited to enjoy it all.

"Would you like to be spanked, Fawn?"

"Yes, Master," Fawn said sincerely. "I would like to be spanked – by you."

My cock got even harder. "Very well. Go over to one of those benches over there and bend over."

Fawn did not get off her knees, practically crawling over to a short bench that had thick leather padding. I walked over to the cabinet Ms. Teufel had left open, and selected a wooden paddle that looked less lethal than the others. It was about eighteen inches long and five or six inches wide, and had holes in it. Fawn was already bent over the bench, her head and shoulders over one end as she held the sides of the bench. Her robustly rounded rump was sticking out in my direction.

I rubbed the end of the paddle lightly over her ass. Her skin quivered lightly, but she did not change her position. "Take off your panties," I commanded.

Fawn reached behind her and grasped the top of her panties. She slid them slowly over her ass and down her legs. Her knees came up under the bench as she slipped the panties off her legs, and then she resumed her previous position.

I gazed down at her ass, the tiny bunghole staring at me enticingly, and her pussy just visible right below. My cock throbbed in my pants, and I wanted to just pull them down and fuck her. But I knew that would please neither of the women.

Almost unconsciously, I brought the paddle down lightly against one tawny cheek. Fawn made a tiny sound of pleasure. I looked at Ms. Teufel, whose expression clearly said, "Is that the best you can do?"

I smacked Fawn harder, this time across both cheeks right above her asshole. She gave a little cry of pain, but she certainly did not try to flinch away. My god, I thought, she was enjoying it! I got a little bit excited myself, and gave her another smack in the same place, this time fairly hard. She moaned, half pain and half pleasure. I added hard smacks to each cheek, making them turn red. Fawn cried out, and started rubbing her crotch lightly against the expensive leather covering the bench. I looked again at Ms. Teufel, who was now smiling with pleasure.

I felt a sense of power I had never before experienced. Hard, I alternated cheeks, right then left, right then left, then a really vicious smack right above the asshole again, then two more on each cheek. Fawn was really crying out and moaning in pain now, her butt a bright red, her pussy grinding hard against the leather. Ms. Teufel's mouth was open, breathing harder, her eyes slightly glazed as she watched me bring the paddle down hard on the helpless ass of her slave. The blood was pounding in my ears, and I needed some sort of relief.

To Be Continued...



A Hard Business Lesson Ch. 3



I stepped around the front of the bench and held the paddle up to Fawn's face. "Kiss it!" I commanded, and she obeyed instantly. "Do you want to kiss something else?" I demanded.

"Yes," she moaned.

"Tell me!"

"Your cock. Please, Master, may I kiss your cock?"

This beautiful girl, the object of my secret lust, begging to kiss my cock after I had beaten her butt!

"Take it out, Slave. Kiss it!"

Still stretched across the bench, Fawn quickly reached out and unzipped my trousers and pulled them down. The tip of my cock peeked out of the top of my shorts, the head throbbing. Fawn pulled my shorts down and my cock sprang directly at her face.

"You see, Slave?" Ms. Teufel exclaimed. "I told you he was pretty well hung."

I had never thought of my eight inch cock in that way, but I was pleased it had helped bring me to her attention in the weight room. Then it hit me. They had discussed me, had planned this little episode! They thought I was their pawn after all! Well, I would see about that.

"Go on, Slave. Kiss it!"

Those huge eyes grew larger as she inspected my cock, and that delicate mouth leaned forward to plant a tiny kiss on the tip. Involuntarily I leaned forward as well, and Fawn planted quick, dainty kisses all over my raging bulb, licked its circumference several times. She continued to tease me with tiny kisses, gentle grazes of her perfectly white teeth, and occasional licks at the pre-cum beginning to ooze from my turgid tool.

I couldn't stand the torture any more. I stepped forward half a pace. "Now suck it!"

Still supporting herself with both hands on the edge of the bench, Fawn instantly took my cock deeply into her mouth, closing her eyes in a languorous way that told me she must have dreamed of such an act as well. She was exquisite. Slowly up and down the length of my penis, then rolling her head as her tongue swirled around the sides of my shaft, then quickly bobbing up and down, taking it into her mouth as far as she could, then just the head, nipping, licking, again kissing with the touch of a butterfly, then sucking deeply again, Fawn made love to my maleness with her mouth. I could feel my excitement building, and I quickly stepped back. Fawn stared at me with surprise, and a little disappointment.

Her nipples protruded even farther through the holes in the latex, looking swollen with desire. I knew what I wanted to try.

"That's enough of that for now," I said harshly, trying to get my body back under control. "Get off that bench and undress me.

Fawn immediately rose, dropping to her knees at my feet to help me step out of my shorts and trousers. As she stood and started unbuttoning my shirt, I turned to Ms. Teufel.

"Do you have some of those things to pinch her nipples with?"

"Nipple clamps," Ms. Teufel said. "Of course. We have several varieties."

"Get me some."

She stared at me with some surprise, no doubt having expected me to order Fawn to get them. However, with only a minor hesitation, she stepped over to open one of the large drawers and reached in, no doubt extracting one of her favorite sets. She handed them to me as Fawn hung my clothes on the clothing rack.

"Sit down on that same bench, Slave. Then hold your arms out to your sides."

As Fawn obeyed, the position pushed her breasts out even farther, straining for release, her lovely cleavage prominent. Her nipples were still swollen, and her eyes watched me intently.

I examined the titty clamps. The two clamps had very large heads, with several rows of nasty looking teeth each. The chain connecting them looked delicate, as if to emphasize the size of the clamps. Did she really want this?

I reached forward and pinched Fawn's right nipple. Her face showed a trace of pain, but she didn't make a sound. I pinched her left nipple, even harder, and held it.

"Do you enjoy that, Slave?" I said as sternly as possible.

"Yes, Master," she said sincerely.

"Do you want me to use these clamps on you?"

"Yes, Master."

It was still hard for me to believe. I had always dreamed of sweet, tender love-making sessions, only pleasure, never pain. I wanted to caress her gently, stroke her silken flesh, cuddle her comfortably in my arms. But she evidently wanted no part of that.

Still squeezing her left nipple, I leaned forward to kiss her right nipple. I closed my eyes and did just what I had in my dreams, swirling my tongue around and licking and sucking gently. No reaction. Suddenly I bit down, hard, engulfing nearly her entire aureole. She cried out, and pushed her breast harder against my face. My teeth grated sideways, raking her soft skin, and she whimpered loudly and ground her tit firmly into my savage mouth. I was convinced. I bit her nipple again and pulled my face away, standing erect.

Staring her right in the eyes, I snapped one of the clamps firmly down on the nipple I had just mauled, the many sharp teeth biting into the still tender flesh. Fawn grimaced, whimpering in pain, and I could see a few small drops of blood seeping from punctures in the skin. Without mercy, I clamped the other end on her left nipple. Her mouth uttered another cry of pain, but her eyes spoke only of lust. I knew I had to fuck her right away.

I looked around the room and noticed the shorter of the two beds. The headboard was a mirror. The bed had clasps like handcuffs for both the hands and the ankles, only covered with some kind of fur. But between where the ankles would go was a fairly large semi-circle cut into the bed. I understood at once it was so someone could be tied onto the bed in a kneeling position while someone fucked them from behind. That looked just perfect.

I grabbed the nipple clamp chain and pulled Fawn to her feet, none too gently. I looked at Ms. Teufel as I pulled the whimpering girl behind me, heading for the bed. She looked very intense, excited by my actions, I was sure, as well as the erotic torture she was witnessing. Keep watching, I thought. The show is just getting started.

I led Fawn to the bed, making sure to keep tension on the chain. "Up there on your hands and knees, Slave." I let go of the chain so she could obey.

Fawn climbed onto the bed without haste, moving her body sexily. She lowered her head and wiggled her ass from side to side so that her large, firm tits also swung a bit. "Chain her up," I said to Ms. Teufel, walking over to the whip closet. This time she obeyed instantly, eager to see what I would do next.

There was something that looked like a riding crop, about two feet long with several leather strands attached to the end. I picked it up and walked to the rear of the bed, where I inspected Fawn's beautiful butt. It was still red from its previous paddling, and her pussy was glistening with her juices. My cock was still semi-hard, and started to stiffen up even more as I anticipated whipping Fawn until she screamed, and then fucking her doggy style. I gave her ass a sharp flick with the strands on the riding crop.

"I used to think you were a sweet, innocent girl, Fawn. But you are very bad, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master, I am very bad."

I gave her a much harder lash with the crop. "Look at me when I ask you a question, Slave!"

Her head came up quickly, and she looked into the mirror so that she could meet my eyes.

"You need a whipping. A very painful whipping, don't you?"

"Yes, Master," she agreed, her doe-like eyes burning with desire. "A very painful whipping."

"I want you to keep your head up and watch me while I whip you, do you understand? If you close your eyes or look away, I'll beat your ass until you bleed."

"Yes, Master," she whispered.



A Hard Business Lesson Ch. 4



I started with medium strength strokes, alternating from cheek to cheek, making sure not to hit the same spot twice. In spite of her incredibly masochistic enjoyment, I did not really want to mutilate that silken skin. But as her cries and groans grew louder, as she wriggled her ass more and more from the combination of pain and pleasure and caused my tumescence to grow, the strokes became harder and wilder. They caught her upper thighs, the crack of her ass, occasionally even striking her now dripping pussy. Welts rose on that perfect posterior. Fawn's cries began to turn to screams, and yet her eyes remained locked on mine, seemingly begging for more. Her ass cheeks were quivering like jello, and her pussy started spasming.

Finally she screamed out, "Please! Please, Master, please!"

"Please what, Slave?" I shouted, a nasty, angry tone in my voice that was totally foreign to me.

"Please fuck me! Fuck me NOW! Please, Master!"

I immediately stepped into the semi-circle between Fawn's legs. I thrust my cock all the way up her velvet channel. A shudder passed through my entire body as I rammed it in, feeling the head hit home against inner walls. Her head snapped back, a look of ecstasy lit her face, and a loud "AAAAAHH!" of pleasure welled out of her wide open mouth.

We were transfixed in that tableau for long seconds, and then I started pumping with long, hard strokes, practically all the way out and then ramming it back in like a pile driver, trying to drive that steel rod deep into that fertile mother's earth. Fawn was bucking like a young filly experiencing her first ride, her tossing head flinging her long, lustrous dark hair across her shoulders as though she were whipping herself, her dangling tits swinging in all directions. On and on we went, in a rhythm like we had been long-time lovers.

Suddenly Ms. Teufel was at my side, thrusting something at me. "Here, use this!" she commanded, holding out a dildo about six inches long and thicker than my thumb. I never stopped thrusting into Fawn's pussy, and she seemed totally oblivious to her boss and mistress.

"What the hell do I want with that thing, you stupid twat?" I yelled, in my fury and lust not even thinking of who I was talking to. "I've got my own!"

"She likes it up the ass at the same time," Ms. Teufel explained. "I use a double dildo."

Well, what the hell, I thought. I thrust up into Fawn's dripping pussy as far as I could and held it there. She was panting heavily, her entire pussy pulsing around my throbbing cock, sweat dripping from her chin and breasts. I quickly strapped the dildo around my waist, noticing that it seemed to have been lubed with something. I pulled my cock out so the head just barely remained inside that hot box, and put the tip of the dildo against Fawn's tiny pucker. She looked in the mirror when she felt the invader touch her asshole, and gave a quick nod. Once again, I just slammed my cock all the way up her churning channel, the dildo thrusting mercilessly into her anal canal.

"OOOOHH! AAAAAAAHH!" Fawn's face and sounds left no doubt of her increased carnal pleasure. Again I started pounding her pussy, slamming in even harder and faster than before, the glistening dildo reaming her rear simultaneously. If I thought Fawn was like a young filly before, she was now a full-grown bucking bronco!

It was too much for Ms. Teufel to take. She whipped her skirt off, and pulled down her lacy panties to expose the most perfect pussy I could ever have imagined, pale pinks on a snowy white mound, surrounded by a golden tangle of softly curling fur. I pumped away madly as she stepped onto the bed in front of Fawn, thrusting that sweet muff against her slave's face.

"Lick me!" she cried. "Eat me out, you worthless slave!"

Fawn needed no encouragement. As well as she could, considering that I was jerking her body around like a marionette, Fawn lapped and licked and slurped and nibbled on that perfect pube like it was the most delectable dessert a master chef had ever offered.

The sight drove me crazy. At some time I had dropped the riding crop onto the bed by Fawn's foot, and I didn't really think about it as I picked it up again. I started whipping her right flank like a jockey heading for the home stretch, and, as I slammed into her rear holes like a madman, I knew that was true in more ways than one.

Fawn was already there. The previous torture, the dual fucking I was giving her, the marvelous muff thrusting into her eager face, and now the whipping I was giving her with the riding crop, all combined to send her over the edge. She thrust her head up into the air once more and her body went rigid. A primal scream pierced the air, and her body shuddered with her intense orgasm. Not even thinking, I pulled out my raging cock and leaped to the head of the bed.

"Get down there and drink her juices!" I commanded Ms. Teufel.

"What?" she said, more surprised than angry. "But I haven't cum yet!"

"Do as I say!" I shouted, slapping that pink posterior with the riding crop.

"Ow!" she yelped, but hurried to obey, slurping away at Fawn's still dripping pussy. Fawn looked at me gratefully, another tremor passing through her as her mistress drank hungrily of her sweet nectars.

"Now suck me off, Slave," I demanded, thrusting my cock at that tantalizing mouth, still wide open from her heavy breathing. Eagerly Fawn wrapped those lush lips around my pulsing tool, bobbing her head and taking me in as deeply as she could in her constrained position. There was no subtlety in her oral efforts this time, just a lustful sucking intended to blow my load as quickly as possible. Five, six, maybe seven times I pumped into that deep throat, and then the geyser erupted, pouring from my loins like champagne from a shaken bottle.

"Ummm! Ummm!" Fawn sounded blissful as my cum splattered the back of her throat, sucking it down as though tasting some incredible delicacy. I briefly thought about pulling out and spraying it all over her face, but she seemed to want to drink it all. Her molten mouth around my still rigid shaft was just too intense a pleasure to deny myself. In fact, she sucked away long after it had run dry and had started to turn soft, evidently enjoying the experience as much as me.

Finally, she let my flaccid member drop from her mouth, and collapsed in exhaustion from all of the pain and sexual frenzies she had endured. Ms. Teufel stood up, her still enclosed breasts heaving, and her usual peevish look on those exquisite features.


"You didn't let me cum," she complained.

"I didn't know you were invited into the action," I said calmly as I got down off the bed. "This was supposed to be a lesson for me, remember. I understood you were just along to grade the test.

I started releasing Fawn from her bonds as she lay inertly on the bed. I moved to release Fawn's feet, and Ms. Teufel had to get out of my way. Fully free now, I turned Fawn gently over and removed the titty clamps from her breasts, vaguely regretting the mangled flesh and spots of blood on those lovely aureoles. I picked her up and carried her over to the full-length bed, and laid her gently down.

I turned back to Ms. Teufel, who was practically hissing with frustration. Her short blonde hair was disheveled, her eyes were icy blue, her hands were balled into fists on her shapely hips, and her breasts were rising and falling in their strained confines from anger and unabated lust. Standing in her garter belt, stockings and flat heels, with her legs spread like that, only emphasized her naked cunt, still glistening with Fawn's saliva and her own liquid essence.

"Don't forget that I'm in charge here, Mr. Thomas."

"And don't forget that this is what you wanted, Ms. Teufel. You wanted me to be more aggressive, to develop more dominance with people, remember? Well, I guess I'm a quick study, aren't I?"

Her position didn't change, but the look on her face certainly did. She actually began to smile!

"Yes, I guess you are, Jon. And you enjoyed it, didn't you? You enjoyed dominating that helpless little female, beating her pretty little butt, fucking her tight pussy. Didn't you, Jon?"

I couldn't deny it. "Yes, I did. I never thought I could enjoy anything like that. Certainly not enjoy it that much. But I did."

Suddenly I was furious with her. What right did she have to have done this to me? To have tempted me, to have brought out the darkest side of my nature, a side I would never even have believed was there. What had happened to me? What would I become?

"And you, you ruthless bitch, you certainly enjoyed the show, didn't you? Aren't you proud of what you accomplished?" I started slowly towards her.

A look of slight alarm lit her face. "Yes, of course I enjoyed it, Jon. I think you will be much more useful to the firm now."

"Oh, yes, somewhat. But remember what you said. Fawn's just a helpless little female. She's a slave, and she acts like a slave. But that won't help me deal with the tough business people in the world, will it? It won't help me swim with the big sharks, the ones like you, will it? Maybe I need another lesson with a much tougher customer."

She was backing away now, fearful of what might be coming. "Now, wait a minute, Jon. You don't want to carry this dominance thing too far, do you?"

"Oh, I'm not sure that's possible, Ms. Teufel. I have quickly learned from a great teacher that a good businessman has to be extremely aggressive, to never take no for an answer. And what better person could I have to practice on than you, the ultimate business bitch?"

"No, Jon, no!" she pleaded as she backed against the padded wall. "You wouldn't dare!"

"I have a theory, that, like love and hate, dominance and submission are just two sides to the same coin. Shall we test it out?"

There was some fear in her eyes. But there was also something else.

"Don't touch me, you male pig!"

I slapped her face. She didn't make a sound, just looked at me in shock and touched her glowing cheek. My hands grabbed her bra above each breast, and I ripped the delicate material from her heaving chest. Her golden globes sprang free, nearly taking my breath away. Her hands went up against the wall as if in fear, but her jutting tits strained towards me, and I knew it was really a gesture of invitation. A cruel smile came over my lips.



A Hard Business Lesson Ch. 5



Viciously I grabbed her breasts, twisting them as I squeezed as hard as I could. She cried out and tried to kick me, but my karate training allowed me to block the kick easily, only causing a bruise on that china-like leg. I kneaded those mounds of flesh like a potter squeezing a lump of clay, forcing them into new and unusual shapes. She whimpered in real pain, and gyrated her body as though trying to escape, but somehow her efforts only caused her fantastic form to press up against my naked body, which was beginning to stir once again.

Feeling her begin to yield to me, I pulled her away from the wall and towards the same bed where I had just fucked Fawn. For a moment she let herself be guided, and suddenly realized the full possibilities and started fighting me seriously. But her strength was no match for mine, and I quickly wrestled her over to the bed. I got her to the foot of the bed, picked her up, and threw her down with a twist. Her hands automatically went out to block her fall, and I quickly pounced to fasten one of her wrists. After that, it was fairly easy to pinion her other wrist and ankles.

I picked up the riding crop and walked slowly to the back of the bed. My beautiful blonde boss watched me fearfully as I approached.

"Don't you dare! If you touch me again, you're fired! I'll file a sex discrimination suit against you for harassment of my secretary, and you'll never get a job in the industry again!"

I ran the leather strands of the crop lightly over one cheek and then the other. Then I placed the tip of the crop on those golden pubic hairs and raised it slowly but firmly all the way up across her pussy lips and let it stop gently on her wonderfully puckered ass.

"You know, you're one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen," I said, repeating the action with the riding crop. "I mean, Fawn is really gorgeous, but you are more like a goddess than a mere woman. And I would love to fuck that incredible pussy of yours until we both fainted in total exhaustion."

I kept rubbing the crop slowly and sensuously through her slit. Her mouth said nothing, but her eyes said: "Yes, yes, YES!"

"But that would give you too much pleasure, and I'm not sure my boss would appreciate me being kind to a client, not being as totally ruthless and dominant as I have learned to be."

I slowly started pushing the riding crop up her pussy, just a couple of inches. She closed her eyes and her mouth formed a perfect 'O.' I quickly pulled the crop out and snapped it across her right cheek. She yelped, and her eyes met mine once again.

"You bastard!" she hissed.

"Yes, I'm learning, aren't I?" I started spanking her ass with the crop, not really hard, more caresses with a little sting, barely raising pink patches on that porcelain flesh. Five, ten, a little harder, alternating cheeks, a couple of times letting it flick over her lovely labia, which twitched deliciously at the contact. She closed her eyes again, her mouth once more opening in that 'O', and the temptation was too much.

I gave her ass a real slap. "Did I say you could close your eyes," I said sternly. She glared at me, but didn't say a word. I stepped onto the bed in front of her, the crop help menacingly above her.

"Now you're going to suck my cock until I'm hard as a rock again. And if you bite me, I'll put those titty clamps onto your nipples and tug, and then I'll whip that alabaster ass of yours until it looks like hamburger, you understand? And if you're a very good girl and learn your lessons really well, then maybe, just maybe I'll fuck you."

I held my cock in front of her face. After a moment she took it into her mouth, careful not to use her teeth. It was obvious she was not nearly as experienced a cock sucker as Fawn, but she seemed to be giving it her best. As that perfectly formed face bobbed up and down on my hardening rod, I looked over at Fawn. She had generally recovered, and was sitting up and observing the scene with great interest. I think, in spite of her submissive personality, she was secretly glad to see her mistress given a taste of some of the same medicine. I smiled at Fawn, and she smiled back at me. Then I pulled my cock out of that marvelous mouth; reluctantly, but I had other things I wanted to do to the bitch.

She looked at me a little anxiously. "Wasn't I doing a good enough job?" she asked, no doubt thinking of the torture I had promised her.

"You did alright," I said, getting down from the bed. "Enough to earn a fucking." She looked very pleased at that. I fondled her pussy with my fingers as she wiggled in anticipation, and then tasted her juices. Unbelievable! It was as sweet as a fresh fruit wine, and just as intoxicating. I wanted to get down on my knees and slurp away at her burning bush, but I knew that would ruin the spell. Instead, I had to punish her even more. "But not good enough to get fucked in the pussy."

I put my whole hand into her sopping cunt, and spread some of the juice onto my cock, slicking it down. Then I dipped my hand in that fount again, rubbing her own fluid on her alluring asshole.

"No!" she cried, trying to struggle against her bonds. "No, please, not in the ass! I've wanted you to fuck me for months, I admit it. I want you now more than ever! But, please, put it in my pussy! I need to be fucked in the pussy!" she pleaded, as I continued to use her juices to lubricate my tool and her bunghole. "I've never been fucked in the ass before!"

"And I've never fucked anyone in the ass before, so it will be another lesson for the both of us, won't it?"

"NO!" she begged. "No, please. In my pussy!"

I stroked my cock a couple of times to make sure it was as stiff as steel. However, the sight of this magnificent body in front of me, her gorgeous face staring at me in the mirror as she begged me to fuck her pussy, those mammoth tits swinging as she shook in fear, and the perfectly rounded posterior just inches from my aching rod, was more than enough to turn the trick. Without another word I placed the head of my cock on that tiny pucker. She tried to pull away from me, but her restraints gave her little room. I moved the head of my cock minutely, around in a little circle a couple of times, then in and out just fractions, teasing her, torturing her. Then I inserted it into that irresistible ass a couple of inches.

She gave a grunt, and then started moaning quietly, a few tears trickling down from those china-blue saucers. I wasn't sure if they were from pain or humiliation, but nothing could have stopped me now. I pushed my cock in another couple of inches, and her groans now were of obvious discomfort. I didn't move for ten or fifteen seconds, allowing her to adjust to the intruder filling up her virgin chute. Then I started fucking in and out slowly, not going any farther than I had already penetrated.

For at least a minute her sounds were still those of distress, and then I heard something new. It was a very throaty sound, like a big cat indicating the first signs of pleasure. I started stroking a little deeper into that tight tunnel, still slowly, gently, and the sound grew a little louder. All of a sudden, her sphincter muscles clamped down around my love muscle like a vise, and her ass began a slow rotation, those heavenly moons moving back towards me, inviting even more of my eight-inch friend to enter her most private part. I did not hesitate to accept, plunging my entire length into that heavenly hole. Again her body shuddered for just a moment. Then she started grinding her ass against me hard, and I returned the motion thrust for thrust, my balls slapping her dripping pussy with each hard pump.

Every groan, every cry out of her mouth now spoke of nothing but pleasure, at her own amazement at the intense sexual thrills she was experiencing from being tied down and fucked in the ass.

"Oh, god, YES! Fuck me, fuck my ass, harder, harder you big steel stud, ram it up my ass as hard as you can! Oh, FUCK, that feels so good!"

For nearly a minute I gave her everything I could, trying to drive my cock through her body until it was possible for her to suck it while she was being fucked. Then I stopped cold.

It took a second to register with her, and then she screamed at me, "Don't stop now, you fucker! Give it to me, goddammit! You win, okay, I love being fucked in the ass, I love your domination, but don't torture me any more! FUCK ME!"

I slapped her ass cheek hard with my hand. "Shut up, bitch! Did I say you could speak? Actually, you were being such a good girl, I had decided to give you a reward."

"That's okay, you can fuck my cunt later. Finish with my ass!"

"Oh, I will," I promised, still in her anus up to my balls. I looked at Fawn, who was sitting up on the bed stroking her pussy, obviously fully recovered and now very aroused by the splendid erotic scene in front of her. "Slave, get over here! Get underneath your mistress in a 69 position, and lick her pussy and my balls while I fuck her ass."

Fawn leaped to obey. Within seconds, her compact body was flat on her back underneath her Teutonic mistress, lapping away at that captivating cunt.

"Oh, god, yessss!" the bitch breathed with a smile of pure bliss on her face. She gave one long lap to Fawn's glistening pussy, and then locked her eyes onto mine in the mirror. "Now fuck me – please!"

I started stroking into her again eagerly, and began slapping away with my hand at that alabaster cheek, hard and fast, and that seemed to drive her even wilder. My balls were now slapping up against Fawn's face, and every once in a while she turned her attentions away from her mistress's muff to lick or suck at my balls. In spite of the fact I had recently shot a huge load, I knew I could not last much longer.

The added stimulation was also proving too much for my would-be dominatrix. Her body was gyrating in a lustful frenzy, her short blonde hair flying like a nimbus above her head, and her loud screams warned me she was about to cum.

"YESSS! YESSS!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, and her whole body shuddered at the intensity of her orgasm. Fawn almost drowned in the flood of cum pouring down, but slurped away as well as she could.

"Oh, fuck, yes, I'm cumming too!" I shouted. At those words, Fawn grabbed my cock and pulled it out of that furiously fucked ass, gobbling its entire length into her mouth. I came instantly, again pouring a copious amount of white lightning down that amber throat. Fawn had no trouble sucking it all down this time. Again she sucked and swallowed until my cock was totally limp, licking it clean of both cum and crap.

We both collapsed on that tiny body, although Fawn made no complaints, nor attempts to get out from under our combined weight. After a few minutes, I got up and released my erstwhile boss from her bonds, and she rolled off of Fawn and onto her back. She looked up at me with a totally new expression on her face.

"You learned your lessons very well," she complimented me. Then she laughed. "Maybe too well! And I certainly learned a few about myself, as well."

"Excuse me, Master," Fawn said apologetically. "I certainly enjoyed our earlier experience, but a dildo is just not the same as your wonderful cock. Do you think after you recover for a little while, you might fuck me up the ass like you just did my mistress?"

"Maybe he could fuck us both at the same time, this time me in my cunt and you in your ass. What do you say, Jon?"

I looked at her sternly. "Well, maybe I could, if I'm properly begged. And if I'm called by something a little more respectful out of you."

She looked at me and smiled, her now truly angelic face very respectful. "Then I do beg you – Master."